Thank you for the comments on my Sexual Awakening story I hope you all enjoy this part of my life story.
Searching for a Boy Friend - Part One
It had been a while since Mikey and I had shared our love for each other and since he seemed to be spending every weekend at Josh's house and less and less time at home, I guess Josh had enjoyed his birthday present. Mikey used the excuse that Josh lived close to the sports ground and Mum seemed to accept that it was convenient and it saved her having to drive him to the game. The fact that he went straight from school on Friday and didn't come home till Sunday night didn't seem to bother her.
I had recently started working part time at the local pool as a life guard. I had passed all my life saving stuff a few months back and needed to earn money big time. I had to work all day on Saturday and Sunday, so it meant my nights were really full on studying. This meant I didn't really get any time with Mikey and I missed our time together heaps. We still kissed each other when we said goodnight and occasionally we met naked in the shared bathroom and that usually ended in showering together and a friendly blow job. Mikey, however, was full on with Josh and I didn't want to threaten that, so what I really wanted was a Boy Friend.
All my mates at school seemed to be homophobic, as was my Neanderthal father. This meant that at this point in time I wasn't prepared to come out and declare my homosexuality. However, my sexual awakening at the Seminary and my subsequent relationship with my bro, Mikey with the introduction to fucking, both Top and Bottom now left my daily wanking sessions feeling pretty ordinary. I needed a Boy Friend, but where would I find one in a town that seemed to have been transported from Tasmania. The longer it went the more desperate I became and the more depressed I felt. There were so many cute guys in my classes at school I found myself daydreaming in class about them. The change rooms became a nightmare. Seventeen and eighteen year old guys are not self conscious about their bodies and are happy to strip naked and parade around. They even stand in front of you chatting about the game with their delicious dicks just inches from your mouth. Unlike the fifteen and sixteen year olds, who tend to turn their backs on you when changing, just giving you a glimpse of firm rounded bum cheeks before quickly covering them with a variety of standards of underwear. I usually sat longer than the others, so that my chubbed up dick didn't invite lurid comments. I became quieter and introverted and began to question what my life was all about.
My Saturday shift at the pool started at 7.45am and after testing the chlorine levels of the water and setting a few things up I would open the doors to the public and start collecting their entry fees. At around 9am one of the girl assistants would arrive and take over and I would change into swim wear and take up my position as life guard. If there weren't too many people in the water I usually did a bit of swim coaching with some of the younger children I new from around town. Once the numbers increased, however, I had to sit up high and observe everyone, ensuring they were all safe. One particular Saturday when I opened the doors, I was confronted with the cutest guy I had seen for a long time. He reminded me very much of Jamie at the Seminary and my heart skipped a beat. He gave me a delicious smile as he handed me the entry fee and asked me where the change rooms were. Later as I was changing into my life guard's gear I heard the toilet flush and he came out of one of the cubicles and walked over to say hello. As he walked towards me he was fiddling with the draw strings of his speedo, which brought my gaze down to the bulge below his hands. It was definitely chubbed and I thought that may be he had been having a quiet wank in there. I spoke as he approached and asked him if he was new to town. He told me he was down from Perth for his grandmother's birthday party that night and had come down early to do some swim training. We shared names and after we had shook hands Derek asked if I could do him a favour. It appeared he had a knot in the speedo drawstring and since he was a nail biter he couldn't undo it. I am an expert at undoing knots, but this one took much longer than normal. Mainly because I was enjoying the task. I had to pull the speedo away from Derek's body to give me access to the knot. This gave me a glimpse of the base of his dick with a nicely trimmed patch of pubes above it. With fingers dangling in his pubes and others resting on his slightly chubbed up shaft I set to work. He continued to chat as I fiddled away and once or twice I felt his dick pulse against the back of my fingers. I resisted the urge to squeeze his dick and finally undid it. He thanked me profusely, saying with so many people in the water he didn't want it slipping off. With my usual 'No Probs!' reply and a last glance at the now profoundly chubbed up speedo I told him I had better get back to work. Derek was blushing profusely and hurried to the pool side and dove in quickly.
I took my position on the stand and watched the swimmers. I kept a close eye on Derek and realised he was a good swimmer. He was training well. He was training with the clock and from his times was obviously an established competitor. He seemed the same age as me, so I wondered why I hadn't come across him before in competitions. Then I realised it was a while since I had competed in the Perth area. After a couple of hours at around 11am I looked back at his lane, but couldn't see him anywhere and presumed he had gone home. Then I was suddenly awoken from my daydream by a voice asking me what time I had a break. Derek was standing next to me with a towel around his shoulders. He was wearing a pair of shorts so I guessed he had gotten changed. I told him my lunch break was at 12 and I had one hour off. We chatted for some time and I found out he was also in year 12 and was studying similar subjects to me. We continued chatting as my eyes surveyed the pool checking on its occupants. I suddenly realised his hand was resting on my naked thigh as he spoke and my heart skipped a beat. I glanced down at him and he seemed to be waiting for me to speak. His beauty entranced me and I just couldn't recall what he had just asked me. " Well is that a yes? Can we study together while we eat lunch?"
After confirming that it was a cool idea, I watched Derek drift over to the seating area and retrieve his books from his back pack. I reluctantly turned my attention back to the pool. I must have looked at the clock three times in the last five minutes and thought at one stage that the clock had stopped. Some young kids started playing a tag game which is fine, but when they started exiting the water and running, it became dangerous and I had to intervene. It took a while to sort out and in no time I saw my boss walking towards me to relieve me for my lunch break.
I needed a piss urgently and as I headed towards the change rooms I indicated to Derek with hand gestures here I was going. My bladder was bursting and I quickly dropped my shorts to my thighs and undid the string of my speedo. With it tucked under my balls I released a strong warm flood of piss against the back of the urinal. The pressure from my bladder had actually chubbed up my dick slightly and the release of the fluid actually felt good. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the moment. Suddenly my hand that was holding my dick was grabbed and I was pulled across the tiled floor into one of the cubicles. Hardly waiting to lock the door and with a smile that would melt the Antarctic Ice Flow, Derek's face slowly moved towards mine until our lips touched. I closed my eyes as my mouth succumbed to the pressure from Derek's lips. His mouth tasted of freshly cleaned teeth and his body oozed one of those Calvin Klein deodorants that must have been a present for Christmas. Derek had left his towel behind so our naked chests were pressed together as I was forced against the wall of the cubicle. I have always loved kissing, but this was heavenly. Our tongues duelled as we continued to explore the confines of our mouths. Derek and I seemed to be of similar height, so our nipples became quickly erect as our young hairless chests were gently massaged together. My dick was bursting its skin as it was pressed tightly against his crotch. With both his hands he quickly pushed my speedo over my bum cheeks and together with my shorts they slipped to the ground. He then released the clip on his own shorts and they also slipped to the ground allowing his naked dick to press against my own. "Forgot my underwear." he whispered. He now had both hands cupped around my bum and as we continued to make out he slowly started humping his throbbing shaft against my own. He was definitely taking the lead and slowly started to slide down my body, kissing and licking as he went. I never realized belly buttons were so sensitive, but as a small amount of fluff was extricated by his probing tongue I almost squealed.
I have never ever been deep throated, but Derek never hesitated and took me deep into his throat. He was an expert and knew exactly when to back off. He was edging me like it had never been before, but then I passed the point of no return and indicated I was cumming. He never slowed up and siphoned my cream into his pulsing gullet. I collapsed exhausted onto his still bobbing head. Lifting me up and holding me against the wall he once again kissed me and shared my cum.
After several minutes of just holding each other I sat him down on the seat and knelt between his legs. He had a beautiful uncut dick. Slightly shorter than my own 7 inches, but a good deal thicker. His nicely trimmed bush was a joy to behold and as I rubbed my nose through his short curly fronds he smelt divine. After licking his shaft and teasing his knob with my tongue I started to twirl my tongue under his foreskin. I then tried to engulf his thick sausage deep into my throat, but after three attempts, the last nearly causing me to throw up, I apologized profusely and proceeded to wank him slowly. I was embarrassed. I had never deep throated before, but I had also never failed to satisfy anyone. By now he was leaking pre-cum like a sieve and when he stood up and smiled at me, my own dick responded immediately and sprung to life. He turned around and bent over the seat. Using his own pre-cum he lubricated his bum hole and said he wanted me to fuck him. He said he didn't actually care to be deep throated and preferred to be a bottom.
He had come prepared and after rummaging in his shorts he held up a condom, ripped it open with his teeth and slowly slipped it over my pulsing rod. Amazingly my dick slipped in easily and in no time my untrimmed pubes were pressed against his firm young globes. I started slowly, it had been a while and I didn't want to disappoint again. He was amazing. Each time I pulled out he clenched my dick with his muscles and then relaxed as I pushed forward again. I wrapped my arm around his silken body and grasped his thick rod with my hand. We quickly got into a rhythm and it wasn't long before I knew I was close. Derek was moaning so loudly I had to cover his mouth with my free hand. This was my work place after all.
Derek was an expert at squeezing the last drops of cum out of my dick. Fortunately he had cum at the same time and I licked my hand clean. Derek removed my condom and flushed it into the toilet then he sucked the last drops of my cum off my dick and we finished by sharing both our cums in a passionate embrace. We then got dressed and as it was nearly 1pm I had to return to work. Derek had his phone so I gave him my number and let him leave the change rooms first. I checked to see no one was looking and slipped out a couple of minutes later. I looked around, but couldn't see Derek anywhere. His bag and clothes were gone so he must have left.
The afternoon shift was painfully slow, but by 4pm the pool was empty. By the time I had cleared away all the gear I just had time to change and it was time to head home. I checked my phone but there was no messages, so I got on my bike and cycled home. By 8pm I had still had no message from Derek. Amazingly my Mum and Dad were going to his grandmother's party so Mum told me where she lived. At 9pm after they had gone, with still no message from Derek I decided to walk around to his Grandmother's house. I stood at the front door for a while until I eventually rang the bell. Derek's Grandfather came to the door and I asked if Derek was there. He invited me in, but I declined and waited in the shadows. After what seemed an eternity the front door opened and Derek emerged. He didn't look pleased and snapped:" What are you doing here?" I told him that I had really enjoyed our lunch together and that I had expected a message from him. He didn't reply so I continued. I told him I really liked him and hoped we could get together again and may be become boy friends. Perth wasn't that far away anyway. His face still looked angry as he snapped out his reply. "Lunchtime was a mistake. I was just horny and lusted after you. No one in my family knows I am gay. Don't try to contact me again." With that he was gone and the door closed.
I stood staring at the closed door for some time. "Why did this have to be like this? We had so much in common. I would never have outed him.I could have kept it a secret." The tears welled up and I headed home. I was still sobbing when I undressed and headed for the shower. I felt like killing myself and as the water poured over my body I collapsed onto the shower floor.