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Swim Practice with Scott
Swim practice was everyday after school and Saturday mornings even for me the team co-manager. Actually, as the co-manager my only job was to distribute towels and trunks and to collect them after practice and deposit them in the laundry area for the matron to wash the next day. The head coach Mr. Evans did occasionally ask me to supervise the team and make sure they were doing their laps, exercising, eating right at lunch, and I would help massage an occasional cramped leg (definitely a high point of the job!)!
Monday's practice began and in walked Scott Johnson. He was the finest guy I had ever seen in real life. He was relatively new to our High School and as usual all the girls flocked to the new meat. And by the looks of the pouch in his jeans, quite a meat it was! He was a gorgeous eighteen year old African American male. His skin was the color of brown sugar and he had features like some high paid magazine model. He stood at five feet ten inches and one hundred and seventy five pounds. His body was tight, compact, well developed and toned.
He quickly endeared everyone in our school and became the most popular guy in a matter of weeks. Both the teachers and students loved him. Now he was entering my domain. He chatted with Mr. Evans for about fifteen minutes and was told to suit up, which meant change into a pair of those small tight ass speedos (another job perk!)! So, I (as that this was part of my job) reached into the trunk bag and pulled out a pair of trunks. I stood there with a suit that was for a thirty four inch waist even though I knew it was too big but as usual the guys never checked the size before trying them on. Scott changed in the locker room and exited a few minutes later holding the drawl strings of the trunks with this drooping pair of trunks hanging halfway off of his waist and ass.
I could clearly see a huge curly bush of pubic hair, the base of a very thick cock, and a bulge with some heft to it as it weighed the trunks down making them sag even more. "Hey, my man these trunks are too big!" As I reached in and pulled out a pair of thirty ones he pulled off the trunks right there in front of me and handed them back to me. For what felt like an hour he stood there, arm out stretched and naked. His entire body was magnificent! His chest and abs looked like they were carved of stone rather than formed from flesh! His thighs and calves were damn near as thick as a tree trunk! And his cock! Oh, my goodness...it just hung there...long and fat. It was limp but already had to be nine inches long and six inches around at least!
My mouth began to water as thoughts of deep throating that long shaft filled my mind. As we exchanged the trunks, he smirked at me. I began to wonder, "Did he notice me admiring his dick and body?" That thought worried me a little! I quickly began gathering the towels and other things while the team began swimming their laps. Twenty five feet away were twenty half naked buff bodies. While half swam, the other half stood or sat on the bench. Their muscles wet and glistening. And the best part of all, their wet trunks which clung to every nook and cranny of their fine asses and varied sized cocks. I took every chance I could to spy a peek at the very clear outlines of their wet pouches.
Mr. Evans asked me to take over counting while he left to make a phone call. I entered the pool area and took the stop watch and began counting. I began counting for everyone but my attention quickly shifted to the new guy. I could not help myself from paying more attention to the new swimmer on the team. He was the finest, most muscular, fastest, and displayed the largest most defined "Swimmer's Bulge"! I counted and timed him as glided through the water like a fish born to swim. Stroke after stroke his movements seemed effortless. "Were all his movements that graceful?", I wondered (smile)
Suddenly he stopped and grabbed the pool ladder! The look on his face showed obvious distress. I raced to him. "What's wrong?" "I got a damn cramp!" I helped him out of the pool and was about to ask one of the other team members to keep count, when Coach Evans returned. He asked what happened so I explained. He told us to go to the locker room as that he was back and could finish coaching. I placed my arms around Scott's waist to make walking less painful for him. The wet and smooth feel of his tight muscled body made erotic fantasies flood my mind. As we walked closer to the locker room, he began to place more weight upon me. Did I mind? Hell no! He had also placed one arm around my waist and it felt exhilarating to have him touch me.
Once in the room, I helped him to the table where I conducted the team massages and I helped him lay on the table face down. He rested his arms under his chin as I reached for a bottle of oil to begin working the cramp out. As I poured the oil into my hands, I looked at the little droplets of chlorine filled water glistening on his back and thighs, they were glittering like small precious diamonds! I began by working the muscles of his calves and the tendons in the back of his knees. I rubbed deep into the muscles and onward up his thigh, probing deep into his hamstring.
From the low moans that he was emitting, I knew I was hitting the right spots. "How's that feel?", I asked knowing full well what his reply would be. "Your doing great! Damn that feels good. Where'd you learn to do this?" "My mom is a physical therapist and after her long days of work she would have neck and back pain, so she taught me how to relieve the pain and here I am doing it for you." "Cool shit, I'm glad you were here." At that last comment, I smiled. He didn't mean it the way I took it but it was nice to hear anyway.
"Can you work on the muscle farther up?" I wasn't sure where he was referring so I just gradually moved up his thigh. "More.", he beckoned as I neared the curvature of his ass. "More.", as I brushed along the edge of the trunks. "More." , as I palmed the firm melons of his ass that lay beneath those blue speedos. "Oh, shit that feels good." "You mean to tell me you got a cramp in your ass?" "Yeah and you workin the pain out of it real goood!" The sound of the coach's whistle signaled the end of practice. That meant it was time to hit the showers and dress. I excused myself from Scott's massage. "Whoah! Hold up. Why you cuttin my session short?", he strongly asked. "I gotta tend to my duty as the coach's assistant. You know hand out the towels, collect the suits, and shit like that." "So you gonna finish my massage later?" "Later? What you mean?" "I mean I want you to finish what you started!" Scott then sat up, his legs spread and hanging over the edge of the table. The area in between was much larger than when he laid down! Damn his boner was huge!! I suspected, he wanted more than just a massage. I hoped he wanted more than just a massage!
"What about tonight? You can come to my place around Six. Have dinner, do your homework, and finish my massage. Aiight?" I thought for a second and as soon as I saw him untie his trunks and snatch them off. He stood there ass naked and turned on. I came to that conclusion by the sight of his shaft which I had mistakenly thought to be erect but it wasn't even fully hard! The sight of his beautiful semi hard cock made my dick begin to peak and my fuck hole moisten! I agreed to the plan! I ain't no fool, there was no way I could refuse the opportunity to touch a body that fine. I raced to my post to hand out towels to the team as the exited the showers naked and dripping wet. This was always another high point of my job, seeing all those hanging dangling dicks and low hanging balls dripping water as they flopped around, but somehow today, there was only one man on my mind- Scott Johnson!
Once at home I finished my home work in a flash so that I could have more time devoted to Scott. I asked my folks if I could eat over his house and they approved and so at five thirty I was off and running. I arrived at his front door right at Six! As I rose my hand to ring the doorbell, the door opened. There stood Scott in a pair of old raggedy boxer briefs. the elastic was worn and barley holding them up on his hips.. If it wasn't for his huge ass, they would be around his ankles! Hey, that wasn't such a bad thing! I smirked to myself.
"What took you so long?" "Huh? You said Six and Six it is." Yeah, I said Six but was hoping you'd show up early." "Why?" "The sooner you got here the sooner we can get done with homework and get to business." I then informed him that my homework was done and we could start now, if he was ready. By the look in his eyes and the way in which he scratched his cock, allowing his Carmel colored head to peek out from below the boxer hem, I knew he was ready, in more ways than one.
We walked downstairs to his room which was in the basement. Along the walls were posters of half naked guys all with fine toned muscled bodies. I began to wonder about Scott, "Was he gay, Bi, just curious or just an admirer of a good looking body ?" We approached his bed and he asked, "So where do you want me? I can lay on the bed or pull the mattress on the floor and we can go from there." I suggested the latter. We each took hold of the mattress and pulled it to the floor. Scott then handed me a bottle of baby oil, turned to his CD player playing Kenny G, lit a few candles and incense, turned off the lights and finally removed his boxers!
The reddish aura from the candles cast a very seductive mood upon the environment as a whole. The way the shadows were being cast over his body made his muscles look ten times harder, ten times more defined, ten times more delicious! His cock was casting a three foot shadow on the wall and growing. I looked from the lengthening shadow to the real thing and realized, "Damn he is gettin hard! And Damn his dick is huge!!!" "What's wrong, ain't you ever seen a hard on before?", he asked. I responded more honest that I planned, "Yeah but not one that big or pretty." Pretty? No body ever referred to my cock as pretty before." "No I don't mean...." "Naw, It's cool! In fact I like the compliment!" My initial terror subsided as I relaxed and felt more at ease. "What was happening here?", I wondered. "Are we flirting?" I dismissed the thoughts and asked him to lay down. He laid on his chest again after repositioning his cock under him. I proceeded to massage his legs again. I started as I had earlier in the locker room. From his calves, up to his thighs, and on up to his delicious and huge brown ass. This time there were no speedos preventing my hands from enjoying the feel of his warm flesh!
His body felt electrified! As my hands poked and manipulated the muscles under his flesh, just the feel of his skin made me sprout a boner! His ass and everything felt sooo good. Although, his ass was tight and firm, it was soft like a new born baby's ass. I changed positions to get better kneading action. I placed one leg on each side of his thighs and was kneading his ass like I was making sacred bread! "Hey, Walt, take off your pants so they ain't rubbing against my legs. That's uncomfortable and irritating as fuck!" I was amazed at his blunt request but with out hesitation I removed my jeans and was about to kneel back on him when he continued. "The boxers too." Off they came.
I stood there in the warm candle glow naked and hard! I knelt back on him and with each kneading motion upwards, my body would lower just enough so that my cock would rub slightly between his thighs. After a few minutes of this, he made a new request. "Can you massage my back now?" I spoke not a word. I simply repositioned myself higher. Now my cock was aligned in the crack of his ass and every time I moved my hands along his back, my cock rubbed his crack! I moaned silently in my mind, "Ooohhhh fuck this feels good!!!"
It didn't take long for the grinding to send those little peaks of pleasure through my cock into my balls. I wanted to just lay on him and grind until I erupted! I continued to massage his back as my cock continued to grind and as I did this my dick occasionally jumped from the excitement. I sat upright for a moment and noticed a thread of cum from my slit to his ass! Oh, how I wanted right then and there to bust a nut!!! "Hey, why you stoppin?" "Just taking a minute to stretch my back, that's all." I then leaned back forward and continued to knead his Traps and neck, while my knob ran along his dark hairy cheeks!
The grinding sensation doubled and it took me a second to realize what was happening. Scott had begun raising his ass to meet my cock. He was grinding his ass into me! I was over taken and started adding pressure to his crack! His hands then reached around and grabbed my ass and pulled me closer! I placed my arms through his and interlaced them and continued to hump furiously! The lava in Mount Vesuvius was rising!
It was Scott's moaning that sent me over the deep end! This fine ass hunk was getting pleasure from me ass humping him! My balls began to swell and the pressure built and then came the stream of hot milky lava!!! Cum blast after hot fucking blast sprayed up the center of his spine and hit the back of his neck and ran to the mattress below! His hands continued to hold me on top of him and his hips gyrated, to milk out the last drops and free me of the orgasmic quakes. I was spent and laid there on top of him motionless.
"Now it's my turn to bust a nut!" I rolled over and let Scott stand. He stood, towering over me, naked, hard and horny as hell! "How do you want me?", I asked. "On your back!" I was baffled. What was he planning to do to me? He knelt down and grabbed my legs hiking them up over my head! My ass was pointing up towards the ceiling and his cock was pointing directly down at my gaping hole! I hadn't been fucked before and I knew this would hurt but I wanted him, so I bit my lip in anticipation of the burning penetration.
"Hold on Scott, please throw some baby oil on your dick before you fuck me. Your my first." "Cool, no problem. I want this to be as good for you as it is for me." He pulled back and took the bottle in hand. He poured the oiled directly onto his throbbing johnson, aptly named after this stud! He rubbed the oil all over his shaft and then rubbed a good bit into my crack and around my moist horny asshole. At first, I clenched my ass tight but his gentle touch was relaxing and pleasurable.
Next thing I knew, his huge helmet was pressing against me. He was seeking access and my ass was resisting. I tried to relax but was afraid of the pain. We laid there motionless for a minute, me on the bottom and him above me. The look in his eyes was so warm and comforting. This was a man I could love forever! He then leaned forward and gently kissed me. As I kissed him back our lips opened and allowed our tongues access into the others open throat! Scott felt my ass relax and he began his descent. Scott moved ever so slowly and before I knew it his head had successfully gained entrance. This feeling was nothing like I had ever imagined!
The feeling of his dome inside of me was excruciatingly pleasurable!! Still he moved slowly until three then five, seven, and finally all nine inches were buried in the pit of my ass and it felt heavenly!! "Are you ready?", he tenderly asked me. I nodded and kissed his neck as his head rested beside my face. His hips began to quicken the pace and every few strokes, I could feel his cock throb deep within me! He humped faster and faster! We were sweating and his hips slapping against my ass made wet smacking sounds, "Splappp! Splappp!" His moans increased in tendency and volume, "Ooohh fuck Walt, I'm gonna bust a nnuuu....." "Come on baby! Bust your nut in me!!!" I lunged my hips upward with each downward thrust of his throbbing pole! It didn't take long before his manhood unleashed! Blast after blast of hot cum filled every crevice of my ass!
He continued to hump my ass, until the last pearly drops of cum were milked from his cock by my clenching hole. The movements slowed and then stopped. His semi-hard sex was still imbedded in me. He laid there buried deeply inside of me for about four minutes. We were one body! He eventually pulled out of me and shook his cock at my face. The last remains of cum flew to my bare chest and a little landed on my lower lip. Scott leaned back down to my face and kissed his own cum off my lip. Again our tongues laced as cum and saliva mixed. I wanted to lay there forever, basking in the magnificence of what just happened. As he turned and walked away. I lowered my legs and stood up. I watched him as he walked away. His fine brown ass switching with each powerful step of his muscular legs!
"Scott, where are you going?" "To take a shower so we can eat dinner. Wanna join me?" He didn't need to ask twice. My naked ass raced to join him! Looking back now, I wonder why we bothered showering. After we ate dinner, we ended up sucking, fucking, and busting about eight more times before I went back home!