The Pool Boy's Message Part 2
We wearily climbed out of the pool after completing 2km's of laps; the first half with James trailing me, and the second half reversed. As there were few people around, we decided to have some naked fun in the same shower cubicle where I had first seen James' message.
As soon as I kicked off my swimming shorts, James was on his knees and greedily swallowing my rapidly hardening cock. I could not help but let out moans of pleasure as James' lips smoothly glided up and down my pulsating shaft. Thankfully, they were masked by the noise of the shower.
After several minutes of expert deep throating, we were both ready for some arse fucking. James stood up and dropped his shorts. I reached for the shampoo, being the only substitute for real lubrication, squirted a generous dollop across my meat and some on James' expectant O-ring.
"You ready?" I whispered into his ear.
"Do it," He whispered back.
James placed both hands against the tiled wall, arched his back and stuck his arse my way. The water was cascading down his back and quickly washed away the shampoo lubricant. Never mind, I thought as I pressed my bulging head against James' adolescent sphincter. He took a deep breath as I pushed.
"Oh, fuck!" He hissed as I breached his muscly defense, "Keep going."
With both hands firmly gripping his hips, I forced my length inside James' shitter until I was balls deep. As was customary, I let him adjust to the intrusion for several moments until he signaled his readiness for a buggering.
I started slowly at first until he relaxed and gradually picked up the pace until we arrived at a mutually satisfying rhythm. Once we got there, James took one hand off the wall and began wanking his hard cock. We tried to climax together, but he was always a few moments before me.
James adored receiving the cream pie. After deflowering his about a month earlier, James told me how he played with his first cream pie, farting a heady mixture of sperm and lubricant onto his hand, and playing with it in his mouth before swallowing. He also enjoyed the feeling of sperm dribbling down his inner thighs if we had a quicky somewhere outdoors.
"Where do you want it?" I asked him breathlessly as I felt my orgasm build, trying to stay as silent as possible.
"You know where," He said, "Up my fucking arse."
I was seconds away when I felt James shudder and hiss as he sprayed the ground with his seed. As he came, his bung automatically clamped around my pulsating cock which sent me flying over the edge. I buried my cock deep inside James as I filled him with ropes of hot sperm. James was held tightly in my arms as I shook violently from the pleasure of my orgasm.
"Fuck!" Exclaimed James in a hushed tone, "I felt that one."
"Yeah," I sighed, "That was powerful."
As my dick began flagging, I eased out of James poop chute which was extremely relaxed now following the arse reaming it had just received.
"Stay there," I urged James who was about to stand upright, "Pull your cheeks apart and push."
James did as instructed and, when he pushed, his rosette opened to reveal a wonderful gape. I brought my hand up the catch the rivers of sperm that shot out of his red hole. My goodness, I thought to myself, that's a lot of come. When I thought I had captured the bulk of my seed, I stood up and brought my hand to James' waiting mouth. He eagerly lapped what was offered and squeezed it through his teeth like a filthy porn star before gulping it down.
Reaching down, I grabbed James' flatlining cock and gently massaged it. A small amount of sperm oozed from the hole onto my thumb. I did something I never thought I would do. I brought my thumb to my lips and swallowed James' come. It was warm and salty but not too unpleasant. My young partner-in-crime gawked at me in surprise.
"Nice," I smiled at him.
We quickly showered for real, toweled off and discreetly exited the cubicle just in time before several lifeguards came into the changing room for an inspection. Minutes later we said our goodbyes and went in separate directions.
Next day, Monday, my thoughts drifting to the changing nature of my sexuality. The last month or so with James' had certainly helped me deal with my nasty breakup (and I became fitter because of our swimming sessions). I enjoyed topping his bottom, but we only did that occasionally. I certainly appreciated our trysts in the industrial estate close by the pool. He would lavish my cock with his hand, lips, mouth and throat, drink down my juice before pleasuring himself with my fingers jammed up his butt.
The more time we spent together, the more I began to feel urges to do more. One day, as James was jacking off and I was fingering his dirty hole, I started whispering encouragement in his ear before licking and nuzzling it. Later, I planted soft kisses on his cheek and neck. James did not seem to mind but did not actively encourage these moves.
Lately, I fantasised about us kissing, sucking James' cock and, heaven forbid, allowing him to fuck my arse. Prior to meeting James, I never had desires about men, and I have never contemplated receiving anal sex from anyone before, but now these thoughts persisted. What was I becoming, I wondered? The fairer sex always turned my head, although I did not always turn theirs, but whenever I dreamed of these illicit sex acts, I became hard.
As if reading my mail, a text from James arrived asking if I wanted to go swimming after work. No, I did not. My muscles ached from our earlier session plus being a Monday, the pool was running classes right up to closing time.
"How about a drink?" I countered.
"Sure, which one?"
"How about the Golden Barley?" I suggested, "Less chance of being continually hassled about your age."
"LOL, see you at 7pm."
I could barely get through the day, but I decided to air some of my desires as trial balloons once the alcohol had relaxed me. I would start by enquiring into James' experience with men.
"Aren't you sore from yesterday?" I asked when James laughed at my muscular discomfiture.
"Yes, but not from the swimming," He winked back.
"Sorry about that," I said, "Who knew shampoo would not make for the best lubricant?"
"That's okay," James reassured me, "I had fun, but I'll have to abstain for a day or two."
"Fair enough."
"But that doesn't mean I can't please you," James said eagerly.
"Later for sure," I said, smiling, "Have you always been into men?"
"Yeah, since high school, but no one knows about it," He replied, "Not even my parents."
"Did you have a boyfriend or lover at school?"
"Yes and no," Was an answer, "There were three of us that knocked around together, pretending to be nerdy so that no one would suspect."
"How did that come about?" I asked, intrigued, and slightly aroused.
"I went to a school in the country and twice a year we would do cross-country running," James said, "I was always shit at running, usually coming last. Anyway, one day, I tried cheating by taking a short cut and as I climbed a mound, I ran, literally into two older boys engaging in a sixty-nine."
"Nice," I said, picturing the sight in my mind, "What happened next?"
"I was captivated and could not look away," James said, "When the boys saw me, they motioned for me to join them, and the rest is history as they say."
"What did you get up to with those boys?"
"About four years of daily cock sucking," James laughed, "Some kissing and rimming."
