Swimmer-Coach In Retrospect - One By Larry Laetus (Laetuseros@aol.com) Edited by Chipster (Chipster071053@yahoo.com)
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SWIMMER-COACH IN RETROSPECT - ONE
From time to time, as readers find my stories and read through them, they come up with a lot of questions that they would like an answer for...and I try to answer them all. In this first retrospect, looking back at past events, I've expanded on some topics. Well they are really short stories that come out of the main story about the swim team at high school. Hope you enjoy them; they sure brought back lots of memories for me.
COACH JODY
When Coach Jody first came to coach the high school swim team, he was just 26 years old, not much older that we students. He came straight out of Ohio State with his education-teaching certificate and he wanted to teach swimming. He had trained under the famous swimming coach Dr. Lee. Jody's physique just blew us guys away. He was about six foot tall, weighing around 200 solid pounds of beautifully formed flesh. He was what all us young studs dreamed about becoming. He was the poster boy we all had pinned up on our bedroom wall or in our garage gym.
I was really impressed by his huge thigh and calf muscles. They were the items that when he snapped them together in the water, shot him the full length of our Olympic-sized pool. His arms were eighteen inches around relaxed. I know because I taped him for an article in the school newspaper. When he flexed them, the bicep balled up round! His triceps added to the width of his arms and were like two daggers pointing at his elbow. His chest was large, serrated ribs, two flat slab pectorals, the envied six square abdominals and an 'innie' belly button. From his rounded shoulders, his lats tapered to his small waistline giving him that V look. Yeah, he was built and impressed us all that first day. He also was relatively hairless, none on his chest, abs, arms or legs. His dark blond hair was worn in a crew cut, short.
We all assembled in the locker room on that first day. Our gym coach told all us swimmers to run through the shower and then wrap a towel around our waist and go out into the lobby of the Natatorium (Pool) and wait for the new swim coach to open the door. He went on to tell us that the school had not been able to obtain tank trunks, so we'd be skinny dipping for the first couple of weeks. He went on about the filter system and how lucky we were to be the first guys to use the pool. He slapped ass as we walked past him and into the shower unit.
This shower unit was something new. It was an angled affair and totally automated by what the coach set on the master controls. You'd enter and get hit from several angles by tepid water, then walk into warmer spray and as you neared the end of the room you got hit with cold water...to close the pores! Shit, we were not prepared for it and there was a lot of shouting and quick exits from the shower. Coach Carter was laughing his ass off at our shock and goose pimpled bodies. He handed out the towels and we proceeded to exit the locker room and stand in lines outside the pool area.
The large windows along the lobby wall were covered by Venetian blinds all pulled closed so that you couldn't see into the actual pool area. We all breathed easier seeing that feature. A lot of us were thinking that the girls' locker area was also available to this lobby and they would have seen us naked in the pool area. Kind of oxy-moron now that I think back on it. Hell, we all wanted to make it with the girls, so why were we anxious about being seen nude swimming and cavorting around the pool. Lot of horny jokes were going around as we waited for the new swim coach to open the doors. I looked around at my fellow buds and we all looked like drown rats, all wet and dripping.
I heard the pool door rattle, then open. Silence fell over the lobby. There in front of us, holding the door open was this older guy, college age, stark naked holding a clip board. I remember he had a silver whistle hanging on a leather cord around his thick neck. "Okay, guys, this is it, file in and sit down against the wall around the pool." He flashed us this big smile as we went pass. "Oh, and drop the towels when you sit down."
My feet felt the warm floor. Wow, the floor was heated, not cold like the lobby floor. The place smelled of chlorine, and musty, heavy with moisture. The tile was smooth underfoot. The guys started sitting down along the wall. I folded my towel and used it as a pad to sit on. We all had our feet pulled up and our arms hugging our knees as we waited for this guy to tell us what came next. I looked around and smirked as I noticed all the guys limp cocks and hanging nut sacs were exposed to full view. I wasn't the only one to notice, as legs began to slide forward and hands lightly cover crotch area, sort of casual, like no big thing.
"Okay, gentlemen, today we are going to check out your swimming abilities. Now I don't want you to be shy about your ability to swim...I don't want to drown anyone on my first day as swim coach. Now how many of you don't know how to swim? Raise your hands up high. Okay, you guys get up and go over to that corner of the pool, that's the shallow end.
"Next, how many of you guys remaining know how to be a lifeguard, or have had some experience swimming at summer camp or at the YMCA?" A couple of guys raised their arms and stood up. "Are you Red Cross certified?" They were, we all knew that! Rocky and Chris were guards at the city pool in the summer. I had always admired Rocky's sleek swimmers body and the way he filled out his red boxer Speedos. Chris was just as tall and lanky, but not the friendly type, always dead serious.
"Great! If you two will assist me, we'll run the group through one length of the pool and see what skill they have. Take up those long safety poles and just walk along with them as they swim and pull them out if they need help. Okay, the rest of you guys line up at the deep end, it's about 7 foot deep. I'll start you one at a time. Just jump in at my signal and start swimming for the shallow end. Use the American crawl stroke to the shallow end of the pool, get out and sit down on the deck. Any questions?"
Of course some of the dorks had stupid questions, and Jody patiently answered them. Jody asked our name, then one by one we'd jump feet first in the pool, surface and then start stroking for the shallow end. Rocky and Chris kept the safety poles just a little ahead of us just in case we need to grab onto something. Jody made notes on his clipboard. Finally, we had all completed the test and were sprawled around the deck area quietly talking and joking with each other.
At the blown whistle, we all grew silent and turned to look at Coach. What a fucking stud, he stood there with legs spread shoulder width, looking at his clip board, then placing it on one hip, holding it there with his wrist. If swimming could develop that kind of build on me, well, I was all for it.
"Okay, the only two guys I haven't seen swim are Chris and Rocky. So gentlemen, into the pool and give me/us a demonstration of your swimming skills. I want to see the breaststroke, the sidestroke, the backstroke, and the crawl. Okay the rest of you line the pool so you can see what they do." He turned to Rocky and Chris and asked if they were ready. They were and both hopped into the pool with barely a splash. "One length in each stroke, gentlemen, if you please!" He blew on the whistle and the two guards set off doing the breaststroke. As they swam along, Jody pointed out the features of each stroke, how they did it.
Chris and Rocky hoisted themselves out of the water and sat side by side at the deep end of the pool and quietly smiled and laughed together, like they had just finished some type of competition and were waiting to be scored.
"Okay, listen up! The rest of you will tread water for me and do a back float and since you all have some ability, we'll do it five at a time. So five of us naked bucks would line up along the pool edge, cup our genitals and jump feet first into the pool, and there tread water for five minutes, then get out and watch the next group repeat the process.
By the end of the period, pretty much all of us had demonstrated some swimming skills and had been sorted into groups. Chris was assigned to teach the non-swimmers the basics and to get them swimming. Rocky, Mister Personality, would act as lifeguard and junior coach to the rest of us. I think Rocky worshipped Coach Jody with the same passion that I worshipped Rocky. Over the weeks, the two became inseparable. When Coach gave an order, Rocky busted ass to do it. They spent a lot of time in the Coach's office off the pool area. We asked Rocky about it, but he told us it wasn't none of our business and besides we would find out later.
I noticed that a lot of the better swimmers were meeting with Jody and Rocky. They would do warm up swims, then Rocky would take them down to the track that went around the base of the pool under the deck. Some weeks later, Coach announced that he had selected the 'Elite Swim Squad' and that Rocky had been elected team captain. This elite group met after school for additional swim trials and workouts. Well, that set a goal for me and I started to work harder to hone my swimming skills.
After a few weeks, swimmers from each class were formed into swim teams. We were allowed to join the elite team during after school swim practice. At first it was volunteer to show up, and then as we began competing with other schools, it was mandatory that we appear and participate in the practices. It was a lot of work, but fun also. The guys became used to swimming naked and being on the deck naked. The friendly camaraderie and jostling each other's bodies soon made it normal for someone to caress your ass cheek or put a hand on your shoulder and lean his naked body against yours. The warm skin against skin felt good. Some of the guys would even handle their buddies' lipid cocks and grab a handful of balls just joking around and jesting. Boners became common and even Jody got a hardon one afternoon watching us horse around.
Rocky was first to notice, and called our attention to it with the warning to watch ourselves as Coach had a hardon. Jody jested back at Rocky and told him he'd be the first to feel a man's cock up his ass. This met with a lot of laughter and whoops. I was mesmerized with the thickness and length of Jody's cock. He was huge and as an artist I appreciated how beautifully formed it was. I was jolted out of my staring by Rocky who had come up behind me and asked in a soft warm whisper, "You'd like to get some of that now, wouldn't you?"
"I wouldn't know how to handle it, he's really hung handsomely!" and I tried to disguise my lusting desire to handle it, feel the texture of the skin, and feel the pulse of the blood through the veins on it. Rocky walked away snickering and slapped the ass cheeks of several guys who were also staring at Coach's erection.
"Okay, okay, settle down. Getting an erection is no biggy. You have all had them one time or another around here." His left hand went down and stroked his cock a few times and he cupped his ball sac and pulled it free from those immense thighs. It was enough to relax him and it soon subsided. I knew that Coach could have worn a tank suit, but he continued to tell us that if we didn't have suits, he wouldn't wear one either. I sure liked that, as he had some very nice firm buttocks that I jerked off to at night thinking about.
My story Swimmer-Coach picks up at this point and you can read that on Nifty under the high school category, last posting was March 30th 2003.
ROCKY
I first became aware of Rocky while swimming at the city pool. He was 15 years old at that time. He was just developing into the hunk that I worshipped and wanted to be like physically. He had reached his five foot eleven inch height and was developing his muscular form. You could see the hint of fine abdominals and growing biceps under the last vestiges of his baby fat. He wore his red Speedo suit with the lifeguard emblem on his hip with an air of authority. He loved bossing all the swimmers around in the pool area, telling them what they could or could not do. I laid on the hot concrete for hours, just sunning myself and watching him climb up and down the guard towers.
He had short stocky, but muscular legs, covered with light blond fuzz, big thigh muscles which drew your attention to the bulge at his crotch hidden under the red nylon material of his suit. His face was handsome, square shaped topped with curly blond locks of silk. His inset eyes were sometimes emerald green and flashing, sometimes deep blue-green as he concentrated. His eyebrows so blond they appeared white. His pug nose was sprinkled with freckles, which went on over both dimpled cheeks. He could call the girls to him with just that slight nod of that handsome head. They would flock over to where he held court and giggled and twisted in delight. I wondered who would enjoy those full lush red lips of his, or feel his soft pink tongue explore their mouths. Though he seemed to like the girls fawning over him, he never expressed much interest in any one of them.
I was in my gawky all long bones and very little muscle stage. I was therefore not much to attract Rocky's attention or be included in his crowd of admirers. I caught brief glimpses of him as we passed in the school corridors when classes changed. One time in gym class, his group was included with ours. Coach Carter decided to have a game of Dodge Ball. It was in that game that Rocky singled me out as his prime target. He pounded the ball at my slight built figure and laughed as I winced in pain. But I took it all and dreamed about him at night. He was my hero, my ideal, the guy I wanted to be like and whom I wanted to be with in his crowd.
As we dressed, or rather undressed for the showers, Rocky came over to where I was slipping off my jock. He was standing there in his all together. Unthinkable, my hero was at my side and not wearing a stitch of clothing to cover up his wonderful strong body. He extended his hand to me and apologized for "pounding the shit out of you with the ball" and he complimented me on the tough spirit I had shown in the game, not giving up and retiring to the sidelines. He respected that attitude in a guy. He invited me to go into the showers with him. I grabbed my towel and trotted after him.
Unknown to me, his crowd had taken over the shower room and was awaiting the arrival of their leader, Rocky. He sauntered in, more swaggered in, greeting the crowd with a cheery, "Hi guys, how's it going?" He pushed one of his cronies out of a warm shower and reached out and pulled me under with him.
Casually, as if he did this every day, he worked up a soapy lather in his hands and started covering his chest and arms with the lather. He raised one arm to expose his pits, which were covered with fine blond hair. He soaped them easily. He kept up a steady conversation with me and the others in the shower. He addressed each one by name and asked some question only they had the answer for. Suddenly he turned to me and told me to scrub his back and ass for him. He chuckled at my shocked look. "Well, you'll do it for me won't you?" Not waiting for an answer he turned his back to me and started talking with the boy next to us.
He turned his head slightly to ask me if I had a problem. "No, no, its just that I've never scrubbed a guy's back before." I applied the thick lather I had worked up in my hands and applied it at his shoulders. It was glorious; I had my palms spread on my hero's muscular back and was washing him. He guided me on what to do, raising or lowering his shoulders or lifting an arm so I could come around and down his sides with my soapy hands. I suddenly realized I was throwing a boner. Shit, this just couldn't be happening. Here I was in the middle of all these guys and my cock had to start getting hard. I pretended it wasn't happening and continued washing down around his hips. He told me to wash between his ass cheeks as he had farted quite a bit today. The guys laughed with him, my face I knew turned beet red. I sputtered, he then turned and his stiff cock swiped past mine, and he turned me around, saying, "Here, I'll show you how to do it!"
His soapy hand entered my ass crack and I felt a hard digit pass over my pucker, and down between my legs. He was standing slightly beside me, one palm pressed inward on my stomach, the other hand exploring my ass crevasse. He kept commenting on how a guy could help another guy feel real good doing this. The other guys all agreeing and adding their comments. I looked around and almost every guy there was sporting a hard erection. They were all massaging soap suds into their pubic hair and moving from leg to leg and avidly watching what Rocky was doing to me. A couple of real studs near me started stroking their soapy dicks and ball sac. I was breathing really hard, this just wasn't happening.
Rocky was telling the guys how fearless I was and how I took my punishment with the dodge ball like a real man, and I didn't just quit when things got tough, all the while his palm was stroking up and down between my ass cheek. I just knew I was going to loose it and make an ass out of myself. Rocky's hand slipped from my stomach and gripped around my hard on. He was stroking me slowly, gently, while his voice hypnotized me. At the moment of no return, Coach Carter's voice rang out and the cold water started hitting us, "Get your lazy asses out of the shower, its time for your next class!"
As we moved outward, Rocky whispered that we could finish this later. He was interested in the size of my cock, that I was really hung and that he liked to see. Maybe we could get together over a coke or something. I stuttered that I'd like that; it would be nice to be with him. He commented, "You betcha!" and went to his locker, toweled dry, and dressed. Without looking at me again, he left for his next class. We never did meet to finish "it".
He'd see me in the halls on the way to class, give me a big smile and nod his head like we both knew what that was about. Occasionally he'd deliberately bump into me and utter, "Hey, Studly, how you doing?" then flounce off and down the hall, never waiting for an answer. That summer we were both sixteen. I'd started to fill in and he was defining his muscularity. I took up my towel on the hot concrete and would watch his every move, burning it into memory so I could swagger with his confidence. He'd catch me watching, would give me a big grin, and say, "One day, stud, you and me!" and he'd turn his attention elsewhere.
He'd call the girls over to his guard tower with a crook of his finger, they'd all flock and fawn at the foot of the tower, one or two would leave, then come back bring him a cold soda and a hot dog sandwich. He ruled the pool area with confidence. He never bothered me or came over to spend any time with me. He'd just look and mouth silently the words, "You and me," and make his fingers move from his body to mine. I was real hot for this guy, but knew he was out of my league.
What I hadn't realized was that I was developing some good looks of my own. My dark brown hair covered my square shaped head, perched on a long thin neck, with broad shoulders with promise of things to come. Of course, I wasn't as developed as Rocky or his crowd, but I did gather some looks from the girls and they all took notice of my bulging crotch area and long lean muscular legs.
I was working out my frustrations by drawing comic strips of guys doing what I dreamed that one day I would be doing with Rocky and the guys in his crowd. I became quite good, drawing very realistic and amassed quite a large quantity of drawings. I would sit at my desk after finishing my homework and work up scenarios for my studly characters that plundered each other with fingers and cocks. Then I'd roll the strips up and put then in my storage chest, hidden from view. I'd go into the bathroom and jerk off to my fantasies and think of Rocky plundering my backside with his rampant cock.
So Rocky was very much a part of my life, before the Elite Swim Team inducted me into its community. He was my hero, and I would do anything to be with him, anything he asked me to do, I would willingly done for him. Little did I realize that the trip out west to New Mexico would set the scene for a rather active and satisfying sex life and that Rocky would play a key role in my life.
BROTHER ROY
In chapter four of Swimmer-Coach I mentioned my little brother Roy. He was twelve, five years younger than I was. Perhaps I should describe his physical features before I explore with you his mental processes.
Like me, he was tall and lanky. Where I had brunette wavy hair and dark eyelashes and brown eyes, Roy was the opposite. He had what mother called flaxen fine blond hair, straight as could be. Dad would curse profusely when he gave Roy a hair cut. He had the square shaped head, blond eyelashes and brows. He was blessed with clear hazel eyes that belied his innate deviltry and warned you that mischief was afoot. His lips were fuller than mine; you might say a bit lush. He was double jointed and loved displaying his skill at putting his head between his knees. (I later found out he could suck his own pecker that way.) And he loved walking on his hands, doing pushups by the hundreds with his feet in the air. Yeah, he was the athlete.
Where I hit the books and did artwork, drawing and painting, Roy was the extreme opposite. Roy would grab his baseball mitt and out the door to organize all the neighborhood guys into a pick up ball game. I loved to listen to classical music, Roy like Rock 'n Roll, the louder the better. We did think alike when it came to camping and hiking. We loved heading for the nearby fields and woods to play by the hour building dams in the creek and drainage coverts.
One of our favorite activities was to go up the escarpment to an abandoned sand quarry. There were several wonderful deep pools that we loved to strip down naked and just jump into the cool water on a hot summer day, then climb out and sun our selves on the warm sand. This quarry was surrounded by thick woods and tall trees covered with wild Concord grape vines. We'd climb and swing and spend the entire day running naked through the woods. Our playmates would sometimes join us and of course, being horny young men, someone would throw a boner and we'd conduct a circle jerk with lots of dares tossed back and forth. I learned of my brother's sexual activity the first time we both went to the quarry together. Up to that time, both of us were very closeted about our sexual needs and wants. Chalk it up to wasted time. We could have been helping one another out a couple of years earlier. Still, I thought that he and his friends were just jerking off in front of each other. Hell, some of them couldn't produce any semen no matter hard they tried...they just weren't that mature yet.
Usually, I was the oldest in the group. They admired my long thick pendulum and were fascinated with the pubic hair that was still sparsely appearing over my cock. I got razzed a bit by them, but threw it off as youthful exuberance. Little did I know then what really went on in that age group. It never went beyond the occasional circle jerking with this group of Roy's buddies. I learned a hell of lot about what they did when together from Roy much later in life.
Whenever I returned from a tryst with Rocky or Carl, Roy would climb onto my bed and grill me on what had gone on. At first I just told him we had been discussing tactics and practicing swimming skills. He accepted that and would climb down to his lower bunk and fall asleep. Then, there was the afternoon it all changed. I was changing clothes and was still horny thinking about Rocky, Carl, and Andy and what we had been doing. Yep, I soon had something that needed to be stroked and relieve a whole lot of tension.
I was sitting on the edge of my bed, naked with my feet straight out in front of me and spread as wide as possible. I had been stroking away for a couple of minutes and was just getting to that point when it is so fucking wonderful to feel all though your body when, BAM, the bedroom door burst open and Roy was asking, "What are you doing big brother?"
"What the fuck does it look like I'm doing, shit head!" and I keep stroking myself over the top, shuddered and spurted some big globs over my tense abdominals and chest. I released the death grip on my throbbing boner and was gulping air to refill my lungs. I looked at Roy as he dropped his shorts and came to kneel between my legs.
"Hey, bro! One big fucking mess. You need a cleanup!" I held my breath as my once innocent younger brother proceeded to lick and suck my limp dick free of cum, then lap up the globs of protein from my abs and chest. He ended it by being stretched full length over my body and his cum covered lips pressing mine. I knew my eyes were as big as those proverbial saucers and my mind raced through the ramifications of what was now happening. I did what any sex crazy guy would do, I returned the kiss with passion and our tongues were soon tangling together and he started sucking my tongue into his mouth, and I sucked back. His arms were under my pits, gripping the edge of the bed and I felt his hard cock rubbing the inside of my thigh and up under my ball sac. His hips started flexing in his search for my boy twat. I broke the kiss quickly in panic.
"What the fuck are you attempting to do?" He was grinning and his hazel eyes were flashing.
"Attempting to fuck your ass, what do you think I am doing?" He dropped to his knees and hunkered back on his haunches. His hands on his knees, a quizzical look on his face. His long slender throbbing cock sticking straight upward between his muscular thighs.
"Jeeze Roy, you're my younger brother. What the hell are you thinking? Brothers aren't supposed to fuck around and have sex together. It's just not done! I appreciate you cleaning the cum off me, but, but,..." I was speechless at this point.
"Oh, so its okay for you to slip into my bed when you were horny, fuck my ass and pull on my pecker while I was sleeping, but now brothers don't do it together. Bull shit Bro, you and me are going to get it on or the folks will hear me screaming Rape all the way down the stairs." He unfolded and stood up, his thick hard pink swollen cock was right in front of my face, he leaned forward, and I opened my mouth and took him into my wet orifice. I applied all the skills I had learned from Rocky and the boys and he was soon groaning and flexing his hips. He came in my mouth, not a lot, but enough to know he was capable of producing cum.
"Un, fucking, believable! That was so good! I'll bet Rocky has been teaching you how to do that; all this time you were stringing me along. Incidentally baby, I found those comic strips you been drawing. Hot man, guaranteed to cause a hardon. Lar, you got real talent there." He was grinning ear to ear, until he realized he had spilt the beans that he had been going through my belonging. Stuff that I had kept hidden and tucked away in my locker chest.
"You little bastard! You been going through my personal stuff? Roy, how could you? I trusted you! I've never gone through your things. How did you get past the lock?" I was now sitting up and furious, ready to go after him and beat the shit out of him.
He knew he was in for some trouble. He knew I was capable of retaliating in spades for anything he did to me. He had learned that he couldn't taunt me that time I plunged a pair of barber's scissors into his knee.
I had been organizing a school project on the bedroom floor. He came in and started messing it up with his feet, rearranging things. I warned him if he didn't stop I'd pierce him with the scissors. He didn't believe me and advanced the taunts to the level I wouldn't tolerate. I jabbed him deep, just above his knee, with the pointed scissors. He was stunned and raced down the stairs to tell my folks what I had done.
Oh, shit, I thought. I am really in beg do-do now. My dad would beat me to a pulp, or at least tan my ass really good. Then I heard the laughter from downstairs. I went and stood at the top of the stairs and listened.
"No shit, your sissy brother stabbed you with the scissors?" My dad's voice.
"Yeah, he was working on a school project and I was helping him rearrange some of the elements, He got teed off and warned me. But, dad, you know I couldn't pass that up and upped the ante another notch. Then he turned beet red and stabbed me. I was so shocked I couldn't believe it."
"Wow! Larry has some gumption after all. You really pissed him off? I didn't think he had the guts to fight back. Hey, Dora, maybe there is hope after all!" followed by chuckling and flicking noise of a newspaper being opened.
"You get your butt out of here. First you put something on that puncture wound. There is stuff in the kitchen cabinet. Do it, then go play with your buddies and leave Larry alone." My mother's voice.
"Yeah, yeah, okay Mom. I can't wait to tell the guys. They won't believe me so I'm going to have to show them the wound. Man, this is great!" I heard the screen door slam shut and everything got quiet again. The incident was never mentioned again. It was like it never happened. Roy did treat me with a little better respect after that. I did realize at the time that the conversation proved my father did favor my younger brother over me. Oh, well, times will change. Now back to the story.
"Okay, okay, I'm sorry I went through your stuff. I got to tell you though, that lock is a piece of shit, I just used a paper clip and it opened right up. I just wanted to know what you had been drawing on those strips you rolled up and hid in the locker. Man those fuck scenes you drew are really hot, I throw a boner every time I read them. Where did you get the idea for those? I showed a couple of my buddies and it turned them on too, and we tried that stuff amongst ourselves, hot! And it feels so fucking good." He sat down next to me and put his arm around me.
Two naked brothers sitting side by side. His hand was rubbing my back up and down. His hazel eyes were searching my face as his lips nuzzled my bare shoulder. He licked his way to my ear and his lips pulled on my earlobe. It was just like when Rocky started on me, my cock took the instructions and started filling up. My brother's hand was soon at my crotch and he had me sprawled on my back on the bed, him lying next to me
I was once again hard. I felt warm and my breathing was quick and shallow. I was being turned on. My mind reviewed the things I had done with Rocky. I got harder and Roy was gripping my hard on and stroking it like the expert he was. He spat some saliva onto my cock and spread it on. All the time looking at me, watching me close my eyes in bliss.
I heard him whisper into my ear, "I want your hard cock up my willing ass, brother. You just lay there and I'll show you some new move for your comic strips." I lay there without moving. He was all over me. He was licking and nipping my nipples, biting the base of my cock, pulling with his lips my long black pubic hairs, then I felt his warm lips suck on my hard pecker. My groan of ecstasy burst from my mouth.
"Yeah, big brother, I know how to please a man like you. Enjoying what I can give to you, making you get off on it," and he swallowed my throbbing cock till it slid beyond his tonsils. I thrust my hips upward as pleasure tingles swept through my body. My kid brother was an expert, as good as any of the guys who had given me a blowjob.
He brought me to the point where I was sure I was ready to fill his mouth with my creamy jism. He'd release my cock from his mouth and suck and lick my ball sac, and under them. His lips sucked my perineum, his tongue lapped the area. Then when I'd calmed down, he swallow my penis and bring me to the point of cumming once again. I don't recall how many times he repeated that, but I do know that I was begging him to let me shoot my wads down his wanton throat and into his belly.
I didn't realize he was getting off on teasing me and bringing me to the brink time and again. His long fingers were stroking my side, gripping my pectorals, and his thumb and forefinger were doing a number on my nipples. They were getting very tender and that added to the pleasure I was feeling. I guess he decided to take mercy and he stayed on my cock until his throat gripped me once too often and I thrust upward and spasmed into his gullet. He came off my wilted weenie licking his lips and covering me with his sweat covered body.
"Roy, where did you learn to do all that?" My arms were around his wide chest and holding him pressed tightly to me. His head was lying on my shoulder and he was exhaling big blasts of air against my neck as he also recovered from our lust together.
He raised up on his arms and looked down at me. His face a massive grin. "Oh, the guys and I have been enjoying your comic strips, some of the guys have swiped their old man's little sex comic books and we have been experimenting and enjoying getting each other to cum in big bursts.
"Well, after two mind blowing sessions, I don't think I can get it up to fuck you right now. So would you roll off me? We'd better get cleaned up before Mom comes in to see what all the noise was." I pushed him up and off me and sat up. He continued to lay there and played with his hard cock. I took pity and came down on his protuberance and swallowed him deeply. A couple of stokes and swallows of my throat muscle brought him to his climax and he looked exhausted.
He looked at me from his prone position on his bed. "I like the salty taste of cum, do you?'
"What, what did you just ask?" I was flabbergasted. This was my innocent younger brother. I was starting to realize there was a lot about him that I didn't know.
That night as we got ready to go to bed, I was about to step up into the upper bunk when he said, "Wait!" I looked down, he was holding the blankets up and I saw his thin hard pecker. He was inviting me to lay next to him. I let my boxers drop to the floor and climbed into bed with him. He turned his thin backside to me and his ass cheeks pushed against my growing hard on. I reached around and gripped his little pecker and slowly massaged it with my fingers as my cock worked its way up his anal canal, seeking a warm place to spend the night. He sighed, I moaned. It was the first of many nights we spent together in bed. From then on, I never lacked for male company. If the elite squad didn't furnish me with my needs, I knew I could always find release with my brother.
This continued until I was drafted. Upon returning home after my enlistment, he was more interested in conquering girls, than getting sexual action from me. We compared notes, but it became just casual affairs and not very often. As adults, we do spend time in hot tubs, nude, seeking out each other and tending to each other's needs, and reliving our youthful engagements. Our wives, bless them, seem to understand this type of brotherly love, as do the male siblings.
It is quite thrilling to have my brother's sons administer to me as I watch my son pleasure my brother and his cousins. They are all real embodiments of male physiques and have no qualms on assisting each other when the sexual need arises. I quickly warmed to the action the first time I was in my brother's hot tub and watched my nephew's strip and enter the tub and settle down next to us. It seems that all the males of the family are amply endowed with sturdy equipment and know how to be pleasured and to bring pleasure to other males and I assume their women friends.
I hope this has cleared up the details for you readers. It may have opened some new ones, so if it has, please feel free to email your questions. There is one other point I should address. Many of you have asked if I have embellished the sexual action with additional verbiage. I suppose I have, but I have tried to amply describe how I felt at that time and to fully give you a word picture of the action. I look back at my teenage years and the memories flood back into my conscience and I attempt to put the feelings into words that will convey what I felt, what I thought, and how I responded to the situation.
Enjoy, learn, experiment, refine, spread the words of love, the real masculine kind. Don't label yourself or let others label you. A buddy of mine uses this retort, "It takes one to know one!" You are unique in this universe and you have a precious gift to give to those who wish to receive it. Let bigots suffer in the world of their own making; it is not for us; we need not join them in that suffering and pain. Rise up and move on to complete the projects that lie before us.
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