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College Swimmer and the Twins, Pt. 3By swimmboy4aol.comThe following fictional story includes sexual acts between
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not continue.Pete sliced
his powerful arms into the water rhythmically, feeling his muscular body racing
toward the wall for his flip turn. It
was near Preteen Lolita Pussy the end of morning practice — he had swum over 6,000 yards — but still
he did not feel tired. He felt fast and
strong, which was a good sign. Mike had
told them this would be their last hard practice — now,
they would begin the process of tapering, a swimmer’s term for reducing yardage
and gaining more rest in these last days leading up to the early summer
championships. Peter was quite familiar
with tapering, since he’d done it back in February for his college conference
swim meet. Oh, how good it felt to be
packed with pent-up energy just waiting to explode off the blocks at the
championship! He loved tapering!
Then again, what swimmer didn’t?
As he
neared the end of his set, he thought back to the moment the twins had walked
into the natatorium some two hours earlier.
He had been stunned to see how they had grown, their bodies swelling
with new musculature, though still retaining the adorable `gangly’ awkwardness
so dominant among early teens. “Geez, how old are Jason and Jeremy now, anyway,” he
wondered. Maybe 14?
Yes, that would be about right, since the
previous summer they had just entered the competitive 13-14 age group.
What he found even more amazing was how
remarkably handsome the two kids had become!
No longer kids, he reminded himself, they were practically young
men! Already in high
school. Fourteen.
“Hmmm,” Pete thought, “when Kevin was that
age on my high school team, he hadn’t even had his first cum!
I wonder if the twins have had…Whoa!
Where was THAT thought coming from?” Preteen Lolita Pussy Pete
scolded himself for such notions. These
two had practically grown up in front of him.
He had no right to think of them…well, in that way. Yet, now at the end of practice, as
the two younger boys walked along the pool deck, returning their kick boards to
the storage bin, Pete found his eyes wandering down to their wet swimsuits –
suits that hugged their young bodies in ways that brought stirrings to Pete’s
groin. The small suits — faded by
hundreds of hours in the water — in no way concealed the obvious fact that
these boys were, indeed, on the verge of manhood.
Pete could plainly see their surprisingly
large shafts resting snugly against the thin fabric, their heavy ball sacs
beneath, swelling the suit between their upper thighs.
“Stop it. STOP IT,” Pete’s mind
screamed. “Don’t look at them that way,
you perv!
They’re just kids!” Yet, he
continued to look, glancing each time he stroked toward the wall, almost
running into the wall headfirst in the process.When Pete reached the locker room,
Jason and Jeremy had already changed, and were chattering in front of the mirror
about some video game they wanted to buy.
Pete was glad they were dressed, since he feared his eyes might stray
again had they all showered and changed together.
Their mom wouldn’t be there for another
fifteen minutes to pick them up, so the two gathered at the shower door,
badgering Pete with questions about college life, his car, college parties,
swimming, etc. Pete suddenly felt
self-conscious — always before, he had thought nothing of stripping off his
suit and showering nude in front of the twins, or any of the other boys on the
team for that matter. Yeah, he knew they
would secretly (or sometimes not so secretly) check him out.
He was the oldest guy on the team, and it was
natural for the younger teens to look, just to see how their own bodies would
change and mature in the next few years.
Now, however, Pete felt odd, almost like an exhibitionist.
Should he remove the suit, or just rinse off,
wrap a towel around his waist, and slip the suit off that way like the younger
guys always did? But wouldn’t that be
too obvious? Wouldn’t they wonder why he
was suddenly so shy in front of them?
Wanting to act natural, and pretend nothing was out of sorts, Pete
simply stripped the small suit down his thighs, then kicked it up and caught it
as he had done so many times before. The
boys, who admired this trick of his, clapped and laughed at his perfectly
executed performance. Pete smiled at
them, but felt an odd twitching `down there’ as he noticed the twins once
again, as they’d done so many times before, admiring his masculine
attribute. Their blue eyes seemed to
drink him in, almost ravishing him as he stood before them.
He quickly turned his back to them, shielding
them from seeing how his member had begun to harden and rise.”Pete, do you have a hot girlfriend
on campus?” Jason asked. “No, no one
special,” replied the college athlete, his back to the boys.
“Oh, I know, you’re just playing the field,” snickered Jeremy.
“Yeah, yeah, you know it,” said Pete, grabbing his towel from the hook
and quickly wrapping it around his waist as he hurried to his locker.
The twins followed him, as they’d done for
years, and sat on the bench across Preteen Lolita Pussy from him.
Pete did his best to cover himself as he quickly dried off, then pulled on his underwear — a pair of black
boxer-briefs. “Oh, cool underwear,”
Jason said admiringly. “Our Mom still
buys us just basic white briefs.”
“Nothing wrong with briefs,” Pete responded,
his mind suddenly filled with images of the youths in little pairs of tighty-whities.
“Where is this coming from?” Pete wondered.
“Am I somehow feeling attracted to these
young guys? What the hell is going on?”Dressing
quickly, the three swimmers walked outside, and soon Pete waved good-bye to the
twins. Driving back home, he started to
reflect on his college days. When he had
arrived at State, he became immersed in the world of academics and
athletics. He had become a serious
student-athlete, determined to make good grades and excel in his sport.
While many of his fellow students — even Preteen Lolita Pussy fellow
swimmers from the team — had looked forward to weekend parties and socializing,
Peter had doggedly pursued his goals.
His grades were good — not 4.0, but good enough for the honor roll.
His swimming steadily improved, his times dropping by decent intervals.
That first year, and his second as a
sophomore, had been good for him. Solid grades, growing athletic reputation, making a name for
himself on campus. It was
rewarding for Preteen Lolita Pussy
him — accolades from his family and friends.
Even Aunt Maggie had flown in to join his
family in cheering him on at the conference championships!
Peter was successful, talented, on his
way. Only one thing bothered him, and it
was something he shared with no one — no one in his family, on his team, in his
classes — no one. It was the loneliness,
the crushing bitterness of having nobody special in his life.
Since that night with Trevor, then the
strange “initiation” he had endured, Peter had retreated into a world of
confusion and conflicting emotions, allowing no one to enter that world and
fill the aching void.Peter had come to realize he was
gay — a fag, a queer, a homo. And he
struggled with those feelings day in and day out for the first two years of his
college life, feeling defiantly proud one minute, hating the shameful feelings
he endured the next. Oh yes, he had
fallen in love those first two years, but the recipients of that love knew
nothing of their admirer’s devotion.
There had been Jon, senior captain of the swim team when Pete was a
freshman — Jon, the tall, masculine jock Pete secretly worshipped that first
year. Jon, the guy who always had a kind
word for Pete, no matter how well or poorly he swam at a particular meet.
How Preteen Lolita Pussy Pete envied Katie, Jon’s girlfriend.
She would come to the natatorium most evenings,
and they would walk to the dining hall together, Jon’s arm around her
shoulders. Pete would fall asleep at
nights, hugging himself, imagining Jon was there, holding him…There was Tommy, the kid from his
sophomore math class — Pete never spoke a word to him, but Preteen Lolita Pussy would always sit
near and a little behind him in class.
Tommy always wore jeans or shorts — never a belt.
His tight tee-shirts would slide up,
revealing his toned, tight body, and always a teasing and extensive view of his
underwear. Tommy seemed to prefer
briefs, and a brand called 2Exist, a brand Pete had never heard of.
Pete found the same underwear at a local
department store, and bought some for himself.
Whenever Tommy wore his, Pete would slide his
own shirt up, hoping Tommy would look around, notice his sag, and comment on
his underwear. But it never happened –
the semester ended, with nary a word exchanged between the two young college
studs.During the spring of his sophomore
year, at athletes’ study hall, Pete met Brian, a sophomore on the college
wrestling team. Like Pete, Brian only
had a partial scholarship, covering tuition, but not housing costs.
Both boys became fast friends, meeting to
study together, play Frisbee, or just hang out.
Brian was straight — or so it seemed — he had a different girl every
couple weeks. The boys stayed in touch
over summer break, and when they returned to campus in the fall of their junior
year, decided to try and save some money by renting an off-campus apartment
together. As luck would have it, Brian
found a place near the west side of campus, location of most university
athletic facilities, but it was a three-bedroom unit, which was more than they
could afford. However, Brian had a buddy
who might be interested, and sure enough, the dude was happy to become the
third member of their triumvirate. His
name was Curt, and Peter found him to be both exciting Preteen Lolita Pussy and mysterious.Curt was tall and blond.
He was not a varsity athlete, but should have
been. And would have been, had their
college fielded a men’s volleyball team.
You see, Curt was an insatiable volleyball player, always participating
in pick-up games around campus — at the gym, outside the dorms, down on
Fraternity Row — anyplace there was a net and a few people willing to hit a ball
around! As a swimmer, Pete had to be
careful of extracurricular activities that might injure a shoulder muscle, or
tear a ligament, but he sometimes went with Curt anyway, just to hang around
his crazy, Preteen Lolita Pussy
happy-go-lucky roomie!
Brian sometimes went as well, though not as
often, his smaller (5′8″) size perhaps making him feel inadequate at the game.Oh, that junior year, now just
ended, had been such fun, Peter thought.
He remembered how the three boys had adjusted so readily to one another
those first few weeks of living together.
Pete smiled to himself, thinking how the tall, well-endowed volleyball
player would stroll nonchalantly between his bedroom and the bathroom,
completely naked. Curt would stop and
talk with you in the hallway, chatting about the most innocuous things, while
his large cock rested serenely on a pair of the biggest testicles Pete had ever
seen. Pete would try so hard not to look
– or at least not be obvious about it — as Curt would innocently, naively reach
down and scratch his nuts or Preteen Lolita Pussy
adjust his shaft, as if touching oneself there in
front of another guy was the most normal thing in the world.
Brian, on the other hand, was never seen
naked — he would always wrap a towel around his waist, or don a pair of shorts
before leaving his room or the bathroom.
later in the fall, Brian — already in heavy training for wrestling season –
would push their few pieces of beat-up furniture back to the walls and
challenge his roommates to impromptu wrestling matches right there on the
living room floor! He would pester and
tease Peter or Curt — sometimes play-slapping them or Preteen Lolita Pussy calling them names –
until one or the other would consent to a few minutes of grappling, after
making Brian promise not to hurt them too much.
Most of these matches would occur on days when Brian came in from
afternoon wrestling practice, still charged with energy and vigor, ready to go
just `one more round.’ Apparently, he
avoided the team showers on campus, for he often reeked of sweat and musk.
At first, Pete thought it would be
distasteful to be holding and wrestling a guy with such body odor, but he was
shocked to find how arousing Brian’s sweaty pit odor was to his senses.
Brian seemed to sense that his pit smells
stirred something in Pete, and he would frequently grab the swimmer in a
headlock, forcing Pete’s face under his arm, giving his roomie
a good long whiff of his b.o.
Pete was forced to inhale his buddy’s heady
scent, but secretly he enjoyed it — it seemed to stir feelings in him both primal
and sexual. At first, the boys would just
wrestle in shorts and tee-shirts, though shirts were quickly discarded to
prevent tearing. But one day, Brian told
Pete to wait a minute, and he quickly disappeared into his room, only to return
moments later in his old high school wrestling team singlet.
Brian had put on quite a bit of muscle since
high school, however, and the snug lycra
hugged his taut, muscular body like a second skin.
The arm openings were wide and low-cut,
leaving Brian’s sides exposed, and his large pecs
swelled the chest area so much that his large, brown nipples poked
provocatively from the sides. The straps
of the Preteen Lolita Pussy
singlet Preteen Lolita Pussy rubbed tightly against those nipples, arousing and hardening
them. Glancing toward his groin area, Pete was amazed at how revealing the
singlet truly was — Brian’s male organ was accentuated, not covered by the
garment, and it was easy for Pete to see exactly how the wrestler was
`positioned’ in the singlet. The seam of
the fabric seemed to lift and separate Brian’s hefty nuts, giving his opponent
a clear view of how the singlet snuggled his large testicles.
His shaft pointed straight up, and appeared
to be semi-hard, much to Peter’s surprise.
He could see the length and girth of Brian’s shaft, and could even make
out the ridge of his mushroom-capped cock head where it flared against the
tight lycra.
But — no more time to look — for Brian was
upon him! He lifted Pete off his feet
and put him on his back in a split second.
Pete, still in baggy gym shorts, began to twist and struggle, rolling
onto his side, grabbing Brian’s left arm and pulling him down toward the
carpeting. Back and forth the match
went, with Brian, as expected, maintaining the upper hand.
Trying to roll Brian onto his back, Pete
brazenly reached between the wrestler’s legs, desperately attempting to get a
grip — any grip — on his foe. The inside
of his forearm pressed against Brian’s crotch, and Pete could now feel the hard
thickness of Brian’s dick, now erect and swollen.
“Is Brian getting turned on by our
match?” Pete wondered, as he strained to get a better grip, allowing his arm to
press even more firmly against Brian’s maleness.
“And what’s this?” Pete asked himself — “why
does the inside of my arm feel wet and sticky?” While he pondered these
thoughts, Brian suddenly switched positions, trying to grab Pete’s legs and
turn him onto his stomach. Pete reached
out and snagged the wrestler’s left leg, sending him sprawling down on top of
Pete. Now, Pete found his face virtually
buried in Brian’s groin. And he could
distinctly see a large, dark wet spot on the lower front of the singlet, right
where the tip of Brian’s cock pushed the fabric outward.
Pete’s last thought before feeling his
shoulders pinned to the floor was that he couldn’t believe Brian had become so
excited that his dick was leaking onto the singlet!
Then he felt his shoulders pinned, and he
heard Brian begin to gleefully count out:
“One…two…thr…” before suddenly Brian’s weight
was off of him, then Brian was beside him on his back. “Oh no
you don’t,” shouted Curt, who had just entered the fray after coming
back from the library. “This time,
wrestle boy, YOU’RE out!”Poor Brian had no chance against
the two of them. Within seconds, he was
sprawled on the carpet while Pete quickly leapt up to help Curt.
Brian struggled valiantly, but in vain.
All those years of volleyball jumping and
running had made Curt’s long legs incredibly strong,
and he quickly had Brian in a “scissors” hold — his legs wrapped firmly around
the chest of the prone wrestler, holding him firmly to the floor. Brian’s right
arm was also trapped down by his side, though his left was still free.
Pete grabbed Brian’s flailing legs and held
them down, finally sitting atop the pinned youth’s calves.
Thus, Brian — proud college varsity wrestler
– found himself immobilized by his two Preteen Lolita Pussy roommates, who now had him pinned and at
their mercy.
From his sitting position, Preteen Lolita Pussy
could look down upon Brian’s groin area, where his ample maleness swelled the
thin material of the singlet. Indeed,
Brian did have a large and growing wet spot.
Judging by the hardness of the young man’s trapped shaft, Pete knew the
kid was sexually aroused, and uncontrollably leaking a fair amount of pre-cum
from his turgid cock. Curt, from his
position to Brian’s side, had not noticed his victim’s excited state.
He simply snickered in delight at his
helpless roomie, and began taunting him.
“So, what ya gonna do now, big wrestler?
Looks like we sorta cut ya
down to size! He was big, Mr. Big Man on Preteen Lolita Pussy Campus, but now he’s small.
Yep, that’s about the size of it –small man –
hahaha!” “Fuck
you,” Brian muttered, as he continued to feebly struggle.
“Fuck both of you,” he gasped.
“Yep, that’s about the size of it — small!”
continued Curt, before hearing Brian’s vulgar threats.
“Oh?” exclaimed Curt, “Show me how you’re gonna fuck us, come on, show me, Mr. Small — with THIS?”
And at that moment, Curt reached around and began to teasingly poke and jab his
finger into Brian’s crotch area, much to Pete’s amazement.
Curt continued to jab and taunt, saying,
“Show me how you’re gonna fuck me — with this?”, his
poking finger finally landing directly on Brian’s swollen, rock-hard dick.
Brian grunted, although whether in pain or
ecstasy, Pete couldn’t tell. When Curt
realized he had jabbed Brian’s sensitive undershaft,
he tried to move his finger away, only to stick it directly onto the wet spot,
where the singlet was now soaked with its owner’s spooge.
When Curt’s brain
finally absorbed what he was touching, and what the dampness had to be, his
face began to redden, though not as brightly as the straining Brian’s, and he
withdrew his poking finger. “Oh, um, gee
Bri, I…um…I didn’t mean to…um…well, here let me let
you up.”Curt unlocked his massive legs from
around Brian’s chest, and Pete hopped up to release his legs.
But it was too late for Brian to regain
control of himself — his two roommates watched as he lay helplessly on the
carpet, writhing slightly, as his dick twitched and stretched inside the
singlet, suddenly releasing it’s pent-up load of
seed. The standing boys watched in
fascination as the wet spot on Brian’s singlet turned white, his semen soaking
through the thin fabric and clinging to the outside of the wrestling uniform.
Brian tried to roll to his left side, to
shield his body from their view, but he was right up against the sofa, and had
no place to roll. He weakly placed his
cupped hands over his groin, but the singlet was stretched so obscenely, and
was so soaked with sperm, that he could not adequately cover himself.
He finally was able to scoot into a sitting
position, unable to speak to Pete or Curt, and they couldn’t think of anything
to say. Brian finally stood up and
simply dropped his hands to his side - he knew they could see everything
anyway. He looked down at himself,
red-faced with shame, as the gobs of spunk he’d shot through the singlet began
to ooze and drip down the front. He
shyly glanced up at his roommates — his friends — and simply said, “I guess I
got a little too excited. It’s been so
long since I had any, well, any relief down there, I guess I just lost
control.”Curt was quick to speak up.
“Hey, Bri, it’s no
biggie — you just got a little carried away.
I, well, I shouldn’t have been poking and jabbing you, well, you know,
down there. I’m really sorry man — I
shouldn’t have touched you there.” Pete
interjected. “It wasn’t all your fault, Curt.
Brian and I had been wrestling for quite a while before you came
in. Bri was
already, um, leaking down there. I think
he was Preteen Lolita Pussy
already near the point of shooting his load before you even touched
him. Isn’t that true, Bri?” Brian just
stared at the floor and said nothing at first.
Then he spoke. “I think I was
already close to cumming.
I just get excited sometimes when I
wrestle. Even in varsity matches
sometimes, I get an erection — that’s why I always wear a pair of briefs under
my singlet — to help hide it.” This
time, Pete began to chuckle, saying, “Dude, we both came to see you wrestle
last week at the meet against Tech. You
might need to wear two pairs of briefs.
At the end, when the ref held your hand up in victory, we could both see
you were, well, excited by the win!”
Brian’s face fell, and he muttered “Oh, how embarrassing.
I wish you guys had told me.”
Curt said, “Well, we weren’t sure how to say
it. From the looks of the match, nearly
every guy there was at least semi-hard — we thought it was natural.” Brian smiled slightly, saying, “It
can be a little exciting sometimes, I guess.”
Then, glancing down at his soiled singlet, he added, “Let me go clean up
some.” And with that, he turned quickly
and hurried down the hall into the bathroom.
Curt and Pete just looked at each other, arching their eyebrows, not
knowing what to say. Brian returned to
the living room a short time later, in a clean pair of shorts and a tee-shirt,
a half-full laundry basket under his arm.
“I think I’ll catch up on some laundry,” he exclaimed.
Both Pete and Curt correctly suspected the
stained singlet was buried somewhere in the basket of items to be washed.In the days following the wrestling
match, Pete mulled over what had happened.
“Why had Brian become so sexually aroused?
Why had Curt so
deliberately jabbed Brian in such a private place — was he trying to `feel him
up’ or something? Were my roommates
secretly having gay thoughts or feelings — the same feelings that torment me
every day and night?” Should he talk to
them — tell them about his own conflicting emotions?
What would they say?
What would they do if they knew how Pete felt
about guys — even about them?” Pete was
about to get a partial answer to his questions in a most surprising and
unexpected way.About two weeks later, Brian was
out of town for a weekend wrestling tournament at a distant college.
It was late in the afternoon on a warm Friday
– what turned out to be the last warm day of autumn as the first blast of
winter hit the campus later that weekend.
Pete was in his room finishing an assignment that was due Monday.
He wanted to finish it early so he would have
the weekend free to hang out with friends.
He had enjoyed that afternoon’s swim practice — a fairly short, easy
practice, since his team had a meet against a visiting squad the following
afternoon. It was close to dinnertime,
and as Pete typed the closing remarks on his paper, he heard the door to the
apartment open and Curt come in from his usual volleyball game.
Pete realized it was early for Curt to be
back since he normally came in when darkness called a halt to the game down by
Frat Row. Glancing down the hall, he was
surprised to see Curt grimacing in pain as he shuffled slowly across the living
room. “What’s wrong, Curt?” he called to
his roommate. “Oh, I …uh…I sort of got
hurt playing v-ball today. I dove for a
ball and slammed my hip into that low brick wall down along the field next to
Frat Row.” Pete walked into the living
room and was shocked to see a fair amount of blood on the Preteen Lolita Pussy right side of Curt’s white shorts, his friend gritting his teeth in pain.Pete hurried over and let Curt put
his arm around his neck as he helped him to the bathroom.
“Here, let me take a look,” Pete said,
noticing the injury was on Curt’s upper right hip, an
awkward place for the wounded athlete to reach.
As he helped steady Curt Preteen Lolita Pussy
against the sink, he had to lower the young
man’s shorts to get a better look at the injury.
Curt stood stoically as the shorts were
slipped down his thighs, then dropped past his calves
to the floor. But his long tee-shirt
kept falling down, covering the injured site, so he raised his arms so Pete
could remove it. Glancing back down,
Pete was at first excited to see Curt now wore only a small jock strap — an
older, somewhat frayed strap that had known better days.
It was probably one the guy has owned since
high school, Pete thought to himself.
But his attention was quickly diverted by the bloody scrapes and torn
flesh on the bruised hip. Pete grabbed a
clean washcloth, filled the sink with warm, soapy water, and began to clean and
swab the wound gently. His touch made
Curt jump and flex — a natural reaction to the sting of the cleansing
soap. Cleaning the area thoroughly, Pete
was only inches from Curt’s cute, rounded ass — now
exposed for all the world to see, though Pete had seen
it a hundred times before as the naked stud had walked from bathroom to
bedroom. Trying to concentrate on the
task at hand, Pete became aware of the overwhelming scent of Curt’s body — the smell of man sweat from his warm, moist
pits, the musky aroma emanating from the jock’s ass and groin region.
Pete was shocked to find himself becoming
aroused, and he fought back the nasty thoughts that suddenly sprang to his mind
– thoughts of what he could do with his jock roommate in a jockstrap.
“No, stop thinking that way,” he told
himself, as he tried unsuccessfully to force his mind away from the sexual
thoughts now crowding into his consciousness.
“Is it still bleeding?” Curt asked suddenly, bringing Pete back to
reality. “Um, no, I don’t think so, but
we will have to put some ice on this bruise, then a bandage.
Here, let me help you into your
bedroom.” With some difficulty, Pete
helped Curt limp down the hall, into the bedroom, and then helped him stretch
out on the bed. Rushing to the kitchen,
Pete filled a plastic bag with some ice and brought it back down the hall.
He stopped at the door to Curt’s
room, admiring the view of his stud roommate stretched out on the bed on his
side, the lightly stained pouch of the jockstrap barely containing the
treasures within. The site was so
erotic, so enticing to Pete, that he felt his own
organ suddenly swell and grow within his boxer briefs.
“I can’t believe I’m having these feelings
for Curt,” the swimmer admonished himself.
“He needs my help.” Walking into
the room, Pete sat beside Curt on the edge of the bed and placed the cool bag
against the bruised area. Curt jumped at
first, then settled down as Preteen Lolita Pussy the ice began to alleviate
the pain. “Here, I can hold the ice,”
Curt said, as he started to reach his right arm down his side to grab the
plastic bag. “No, no, you just relax,”
Pete said. “Let me do this.”
Pete held the bag with his left hand, and
absentmindedly began to run his right hand up and down Curt’s
powerful thigh. “Did you get hurt
anyplace else?” he asked, continuing to run his palm and fingers along the
naked flesh, feeling the strong tendons and quadriceps as he went.
“No, I don’t think so.
Just my hip,” Curt responded.
Pete forced himself to stop rubbing and
caressing his buddy’s thigh, but simply could not remove his right hand — he
allowed it to rest quietly on Curt’s right thigh,
relishing the feeling of warmth and strength from the shapely limb.Was he imagining it, or was the
pouch of that jockstrap suddenly becoming much fuller than it appeared a short
while ago? Pete glanced at Curt’s face — his eyes were closed — then back at the
pouch. It WAS fuller — as he watched,
Pete could see Curt becoming more erect, his long cock straining against the
worn, frayed fabric. His penis was
beginning to tent the pouch, pushing it away from his lower abdomen, and
stretching it Preteen Lolita Pussy
away from the spot where his upper thigh joined his groin.
Now, a number of stray pubic hairs were
becoming visible — an inviting tangle of dark blond curls appearing for Pete’s
viewing pleasure. Pete began to slowly,
gently move his right hand and fingers once again along the exposed thigh,
softly teasing and rubbing along Curt’s large quad
muscles. Instantly, the pouch bulged further out, the straining dick beneath twitching
inside the small cotton prison.”I’m sorry, Pete,” Curt whispered
huskily. Pete’s eyes darted from Curt’s groin to his face, and he flushed with color when he
realized the injured man had caught him staring at his bulging crotch
region. “I didn’t mean to get a boner in
front of you like this. I’m sorry,” he
said again. “It’s no big deal,” Pete
said hoarsely. “I mean, it’s big…uh…I
mean…I mean… it’s not a problem.” Both
boys started to laugh nervously at the improbable scene, with Curt finally
saying, “I think it’s leaking.” Pete
glanced down at the strained pouch, at the point where Curt’s
dickhead pushed the fabric outward. “No,
you’re not leaking — I don’t see any wet spots on your jock, dude.”
“I meant the plastic bag,” Curt interrupted.
“It’s leaking the melted water on my
leg.” “Oh, OH, yeah, yeah,” Pete
stammered, his face turning even brighter red.
“Let me get another bag.” He
hurried out to the kitchen and found a sturdier bag, placing the other one
inside it. Then he returned to Curt’s room.Pete stopped in the doorway again
to admire the view. Curt was on his
side, facing away from the door, so didn’t realize Pete was Preteen Lolita Pussy staring at
him. And what a sight to see, thought
Pete. Curt had a tall, strong body — not
overly muscular, but extremely fit, taut, well-sculpted.
Long, powerful legs and
arms, trim waist, nice chest. And
the way the leg straps of that jock framed his pale, rounded buttocks…
Pete forced himself to walk back into the
room and sit on the bed. He put the ice
bag down on the injured hip, and once again found his eyes drawn to the pouch
of the little jock — still packed with Curt’s swollen
manhood. He put his right hand back on
the exposed thigh and once again, almost subconsciously, hypnotically, he began
to stroke the naked flesh. Curt groaned
slightly, but said nothing. Within
moments, however, he rolled onto his back, allowing the ice bag to slip off his
hip and onto the bedspread, while Peter’s caressing hand was now rubbing the
front of his roommate’s leg, fingers brushing gently, urgently against the
cotton pouch. Pete saw Curt’s eyes were open, looking into his.
“The ice won’t stay on your hip unless you
are on your side,” he said. “It doesn’t
hurt any more,” came the Preteen Lolita Pussy reply.
Suddenly, Curt reached down and
grabbed Pete’s straying hand. Pete was taken aback, thinking Curt would remove
it and push it away with disgust.
Instead, he held it under his own, then slowly
slid it over toward his groin. Within
seconds, Peter found his right hand resting on Curt’s
bulging manhood. He could feel the shape
and size of the large cock still hidden beneath the white fabric of the
jock. Both boys stared into each other’s
eyes, breathing hard, both afraid to speak, until Curt quietly said, “You can
rub me here, if you want to.”Pete needed no further
invitation. His three years of
self-imposed celibacy had created such a need — such a desire — for sexual
contact, that all his fears and inhibitions were swept aside by his
overpowering hunger to touch another male intimately.
He began to explore the full pouch, tenderly
squeezing the hard shaft, then the large nuts — playing and toying with Curt’s sex organ much as he had his own during those
lonely, frustrating nights. Soon, he was
fingering the long tube, almost reading its size and shape like a blind man
reads Braille. Touching, rubbing,
teasing, stroking — just doing anything to be in contact with Curt’s big cock.
Soon, he was sliding a couple fingers into the leg opening, and wrapping
his fingers around the heavy, hairy nutsac — the
orbed `baby makers’ jostling for position in his grasp.
Curt now closed his eyes, his neck and back
arching as his arousal grew stronger. Moving
his hand upward, Pete now felt his fingers running along the bare flesh of Curt’s hard love rod, feeling the veins and ridges and the
enlarged seminal duct where it ran the length of the undershaft.
Both boys were now gasping for air as their
sexual needs continued to grow. “Please
Pete,” Curt whispered, Preteen Lolita Pussy “can you slip my jock off?
It’s so tight, so uncomfortable.”
Peter was more than happy to oblige.Grasping the waistband, Pete tugged
downward as Curt lifted his ass slightly off the bed.
Pete was careful to peel the pouch over the
distended penis trapped within, so as not to snag the protruding member and
twist it into an uncomfortable position.
Then he slid the leg straps down, until the small garment was around the
volleyball player’s strong calves. Now,
the imprisoned cock was free — free to arch toward Curt’s
lower belly, leaving the heavy nutsac to rest on his
upper thighs, vulnerable and exposed.
Pete found those big, Preteen Lolita Pussy swollen gonads intriguing, and slid his palm under
them, allowing his hand to lift and jiggle his buddy’s scrotum.
“Your nuts are so big, so heavy,” he
whispered to Curt, as he lovingly Preteen Lolita Pussy fondled the objects of his fascination,
before moving his hand onto the turgid pole.
“Your dick is so long, so smooth,” he crooned, as he rolled the
nine-inch prick between his fingers.
Noticing a bead of pre-cum pearling at the tip, Pete swiped it with his
thumb, then spread it down the shaft for
lubrication. Noticing how Curt jumped
and grunted at the touch of his thumb on the cock head, he turned his attention
to that sensitive area, repeatedly grazing his thumb and fingers across the
purple mushroom cap, as Curt writhed beside him, his piss lips now leaking
copious amounts of sex nectar. With
every spurt of fresh honey, Pete would tenderly spread it down the long shaft,
until that love pole was sticky, shiny and glistening with its coating of
orgasmic fluid. It seemed like hours, but in
reality was only several minutes, that the two excited
youths lay together, Pete slowly working his roommate into a sexual frenzy so
powerful, so Preteen Lolita Pussy demanding, that an ejaculation was imminent.
Curt was nodding his head from side to side, the pain in his hip forgotten, as new sensations swept
him away. He ached for release — his
body demanded it — and he knew it wouldn’t be long in coming.
“Please, Pete, please, make
me cum. Make me cum NOW.
I can’t take any more.
I…I can’t stand this torment anymore.
Please, buddy, please…PLEASE!”
he hissed between
clenched teeth. “Okay, Curt, okay — here
you go, big guy,” Pete answered gruffly, barely able to speak Preteen Lolita Pussy aloud.
Pete shifted position, taking the long shaft in
his left hand, and rubbing and scratching the length of that red, enflamed cock
with the fingers of his right hand.
Within seconds, Curt’s throat emitted a low,
almost animalistic groan, his body arched off the bed, and his cock began a
rapid-fire ejaculation, shooting gobs of white-hot sperm in lengthy
trajectories onto his chest and neck and abs, and Pete’s arm and hand.
His body collapsed back onto the bed only
when the shooting spree slowed to an ooze of boy spunk seeping from his spent
organ.Moments later, as the two rested
together, cum cooling in puddles on his body, Curt began to sob softly, small
tears squeezing from his eyes. Alarmed
and frightened, Pete pulled away, fearing what had happened had opened a door
to something tragic and painful in Curt’s life.
“Oh, God, Curt, are you all right?
What have I done to you?” he asked.
“It was my first time,” Curt replied
innocently. “And it was just as wonderful
as I’d always hoped it would be.” “Your…your
first time?” Pete repeated incredulously.
“You mean you had never been with anyone before?”
“No, no one. Ever,” said Curt.
“I was always sort of shy about that
stuff. And, to be honest, I was never
sure what direction I wanted to go — you know, I realized a long time ago that
I liked guys, but did I really want to DO something with a guy?
I just wasn’t sure.
Until today — with you.
Then I knew.”
Pete swallowed hard, then Preteen Lolita Pussy
asked, “Did I maybe push you, well, push you
into something you weren’t really ready for?”
“No, Pete, no.
Not at all.
I was ready and willing. I just
lacked the courage to pursue what I wanted.
But your gentleness and kindness, not only today with my injury, but
these past few months of living together
– it made me sure of you. I knew
you would be gentle with me — not push me too far, not hurt me or use me.
I knew I wanted you to be my first, and it
was perfect, and beautiful, and exciting.
Thank you.” And with that, he
took Pete’s right hand into his own, pulled it to his lips, and kissed it
romantically. Pete felt his cheeks
blushing, his heart touched by Curt’s honest
admissions and sweet gesture. On
impulse, Pete suddenly leaned over and wrapped his arms around Curt, pulling
him close, and whispered, “Thank you for giving me the honor of being your
first.”After resting a short while, Pete
arose and went into the bathroom, returning with a bandage for Curt’s hip. He
spread a dab of ointment on the wound, then covered it
with gauze and the bandage. By now, Curt
was becoming playfully giddy with the excitement of what they’d done, and
desirous of returning the “favor” with his roomie.
Giggling, Pete extracted himself from Curt’s clutches, explaining coach had admonished the team
about “no sex” before tomorrow’s meet, but promising him that once the meet was
over, they would have a whole Saturday night to explore new worlds together,
and maybe part of Sunday as well, since Brian wasn’t scheduled to return until
later that day.Peter couldn’t help but grin from
ear to ear as he drove home from the pool, thinking Preteen Lolita Pussy back to that weekend some
six months before. Man, he and Curt had
worn each other out that Saturday night!
“That damn Curt was insatiable,” Pete thought, smiling goofily to
himself. “I sure did open a floodgate of
hormones in that guy when I pulled that jock strap off of him,” he mused.
He and Preteen Lolita Pussy Curt had continued to `explore’ new
worlds AND new positions the remainder of that school year, learning things
neither had known before. They had been
careful not to tell Brian — since his “accident” in the singlet, their
wrestling bouts had diminished in frequency.
Now, they had to nudge him into a bout, rather than the other way
around. And Brian’s flock of girlfriends had grown considerably, as he
constantly seemed to have a cute coed at his side.
The walls of the apartment were
thin, and since Peter’s room was next to Brian’s, he could sometimes hear the
jock making out with his girlfriend-of-the-week late at night.
He would hear them giggling, cooing, and even
hear the gentle squeak of the mattress springs as Brian nailed yet another hot
pussy with his piston-like cock. Pete
would picture the wrestler, stripped naked and dripping with sweat, as he
plowed into Katie or Cassie or whomever the favored young lady happened to
be. Pete would find himself growing
instantly erect from the sounds of the lovemaking occurring so close by, and he
would fondle and stroke himself into a powerful orgasm as he pictured Brian in
the throes of passion, his muscled body tense and aroused, his swollen
wrestler’s dick probing, seeking, demanding entry into the girl’s quivering
vagina. But he often found himself
wondering what was going through Brian’s head at that moment of climax.
Was Brian exulting in the pounding of some
115 pound girl into the mattress, or was he secretly picturing himself pounding
some hulking, muscular athlete into the wrestling mat — conquering him and
dominating him, until he spilled his copious seed onto his defeated and
vanquished foe? Or, just maybe, Brian
was imagining himself as all-powerful, forcing his opponent into the ultimate
submission of one male to another — imagining himself ripping and stripping the
singlet off his defeated adversary, then raping the helpless jock beneath him –
taking his “prize” as the spoils of battle.
Peter would have to stifle his moans of pleasure as he blew his wad, his
dick gushing wildly as he lay in bed stroking in rhythm Preteen Lolita Pussy
to Brian’s frenzied
thrusts. Yet, Pete’s thoughts would
wander as he climaxed — from Brian to Curt, back and forth, and the young swimmer
realized that although he was attracted to Brian in a very physical way, he was
also attracted to Curt in a deeper, more meaningful way.
Curt and Pete had come to realize Brian was not `like them’, but that was Preteen Lolita Pussy cool
– they thought the world of him, and valued his friendship and camaraderie
deeply.He was more than a roommate, he was their friend.
But for now, Pete had to concentrate on the
upcoming meet. Curt was back in Ohio for the summer, though the two were already planning
a road trip in August to go camping in Michigan,
and do some touring.
And in September, they would boot out the people who had sub-let their
apartment, and be back at State for their senior year.
Oh, what a year that was going to be, dreamed
Pete, smiling to himself yet again.

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