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This is another old story I found in my files. I cleaned it up a bit and did some editing. Hope you like it. Let me know with your comments guys.
It is so hard to be a writer if you guys the readers won't comment.
Peace
The Swim Meet Guy
This is the story that began at a local swim meet but ended up in the apartment of a 19 year old college guy.
"Hey John," my friend Matt yelled up at me as he waved. "Glad you could make it."
I was sitting about 4 rows up in the stands of the local swimming pool watching the swim team get ready for their meet. Matt and Brad are sons of two of my neighbors and they both swim on the local swim team. They had asked me to attend one of their meets. As a closeted gay man I was reluctant to go but since they asked me I felt it would be OK. Their families were in the stands but were sitting down on the front row. I am not at all attracted to anyone who is not of legal age and had absolutely no sexual thoughts about these guys. Their parents are really nice friends and we hang out at neighborhood functions all the time.
When Matt yelled at me his parents turned around in their seats and looked at me. Matt’s father waved and called out to me, "We tried to save you a seat John."
"No worries man I was late. It was my own fault," I called back.
Brad joined Matt by the side of the pool and motioned for me to come down to the edge of the stands by this wall that ran the length of the pool and say hi. I walked down the stands and shook hands with each of them as I wished them luck. They were both very excited as this was the big meet of the year against their huge rival team. They were glad to see me so I was glad that I had decided it was OK to come.
I then said "Good Luck" to both of them and turned and walked back up to my seat in the stands.
At that moment this incredibly good looking guy came up to where I was sitting and said "Is this seat taken?"
"No help yourself," I said as I made some room for him to sit down next to me.
"Which team are you rooting for," he asked?
"The Blue Jays," I said. "See those two down there with the towels well I am their neighbor and they asked me to come watch them swim. Those are their parents down there on the front row. I was supposed to get here earlier and sit with them but got out of work later than I wanted and they couldn’t save the seats any longer."
He said, "I am a sophomore on the Bradford College team. So what events do your friends swim," he asked?
I replied, "I am not really sure as this is the first time I have seen them swim."
He turned to me and extended his arm and hand in preparation to shake hands and as we gripped and shook hands he said, "My name is Jed what’s yours?"
"John," I answered as I felt electric shocks go up and down my body from his tight grip. His grip was firm and his hand was cris-crossed with veins that stood out on his hands and arms. He was wearing a short sleeved polo shirt and carrying a coat as it was cold outside. "Nice to meet you Jed."
"My coach asked me to come to sort of scout out the swimmers so he can start to recruit them if I see any that are good enough," he told me.
More and more people were coming into the pool and it began to get crowded in the stands. People were sliding over as they packed into the stands and soon Jed and I were sitting cheek to cheek and leg to leg. I was in heaven but I had no idea what he was feeling. He was just a friendly guy making conversation with an older overweight man.
The meet started and it was very exciting I must admit. I had never been to a swim meet before except to watch the Olympics every four years. Everyone was cheering and yelling for their favorite swimmer and many of the heats were very close. Matt won his first event and Brad came in a close second on his heat. They were both on a relay team and smoked the competition with Matt swimming the final leg and pulling ahead about two whole body lengths in the last lap. Jed and I were constantly rubbing against each other as we cheered the Blue Jays team on to victory. It was close all night but the team finally pulled ahead and won by a few points.
The stands went wild with friends and parents yelling and screaming and clapping each other on the back. The doors opened and people started to file out to the hallway and the parking lots beyond. Jed and I walked down the stands to the edge of the pool. He turned to me and smiled this huge smile with this great grin capped by 2 wonderful dimples on each side. I think I must have been staring at him he was so gorgeous.
He said, "Say great meet your guys did awesome man. They were great! I hope they think about coming to the college and swimming for us! I am going to tell coach about them tomorrow. What did you say their names were." he asked as he took a piece of paper and a pen out of his pocket.
I told him and he wrote their names down and shoved the paper and pen back in his pocket. We were down by the wall that separated the pool form the stands.
Matt and Brad came over to the wall and I told them how great they swam and how much I appreciated them asking me to come and see them swim. I introduced them to Jed and told them that he swam on the college team. They all shook hands and then they talked about swimming for a few minutes. Jed asked them about their college plans and they said they were looking at a few schools but would love to come over to the college and look around sometime. Jed told them when practice was and told them to come over any time he would introduce them to the coach and show them around. I had no idea what they were saying as they talked shop. Guess he wouldn’t need that scrap of paper after all.
They then said, "We got to go celebrate John. Thanks for coming!. Nice to meet you Jed."
I said, "Have fun tonight guys!"
"Oh we will," they both said and they laughed and giggled as then raced off to the locker room and their teammates to celebrate their wonderful victory.
"Hey man what are you doing now?" Jed asked me as we watched the boys run across the tile and started to walk towards the doors.
He put on his jacket as we walked. I put on mine.
"I guess I will go home but I didn’t have any set plans." I said wondering where the hell this conversation was going.
"Well shit I don’t have anything going on either," he said. "Want to come over to my place and have a margarita? I fix a mean one and my roommate is gone so we will have the whole place to ourselves," he said with this huge grin on his face.
"Maybe I can even model in my Speedo for you," he said with a laugh as we walked along towards the door in the rear of the crowd.
OK John calm down I told myself he was probably just kidding. Damn I hope not! Was this college hunk really asking me to go home with him? I followed Jed and the crowd out the door into the cool fall night air.
He slapped his arms around his body as we walked through the parking lot towards our cars.
"What are you driving," he asked?
"That red truck over there," I said as I pointed to my truck. "How about you?"
"That’s my little Mazda over there," he said pointing to this cute little sports car about 4 cars away from my truck. "That’s my baby! Hey I don’t live to far away just follow me and I’ll try not to lose you," he said with that beautiful smile of his.
"OK I’ll try and keep up but remember I’m an old man," I said with a laugh as he clapped me on my back.
We got into our respective vehicles and started them up. I was so nervous and sweating like a faucet. Could this be happening? Well yes it was happening but why me? What did he have in mind? This was so strange. Here I was 56 years old, overweight, hairy and I was following this 19 year old gorgeous hot hunk home to his house to have a margarita. What was I thinking? Oh damn what was I thinking? I must be crazy to be doing this. Things like this just never happened to me.
We both backed out of our parking spaces and I followed him through the streets towards his house. He lived in a section of town that had a lot of duplex rental units for the college students.
We finally pulled into a side street and drove to the end of a cull-de-sac where he pulled into the parking lot of a darkened duplex. There were lights on in the other houses around but no lights in either side of the duplex or cars in their driveways. I pulled my truck in the drive and parked behind his car.
We got out of our cars and he looked at me and smiled that incredible smile of his and said, "I didn’t go to fast for you did I?"
"No man you were great. I appreciate your going so slow for an old man!" I replied.
"Ah you don’t look so old. How old are you anyway," he said.
"Well believe it or not I turned 56 last week," I replied hoping that he wouldn’t mind but wanting him to know what he was getting into.
"Well shit you don’t look that old," he said as we walked up the sidewalk to the front door of the apartment on the left side of the duplex. "I have one roommate on the team and then two of our other teammates live in the other side. Mike’s dad owns this duplex so we get a pretty good deal on the rent. We have all known each other since high school so it works out great. Mike and Pete went home to visit their girl friends this weekend and Paul my roommate took his girl of the week to Myrtle Beach so we will be all alone. He’s a real stud and has to get some action all the time or he goes crazy. Come to think of it he is a bit crazy anyway" he laughed!
He put his key in the lock and opened the door to the apartment and he turned on the lights in the living room as we walked in. The living room was pretty neat with a big couch, a couple of recliner easy chairs, a huge wide screen TV covering one wall with a very big stereo system and then a huge wall of videos, DVD’s and CD’s on another. A couple of side tables and lamps completed the picture.
To the right was a small eat in kitchen. He swung his arms around and said, "Home Sweet Home how do you like it?"
"It looks great," I said.
"Well it’s only neat because I make Paul clean up otherwise it would look like his room. A trash dump. He thinks I am so anal but I can’t stand it to be messy" he said.
"Well I am on your side," I said. "I like things neat and tidy as well so I don’t think it’s weird or anal at all."
Jed took off his coat and hung it on a coat hook inside the door and held out his hands for mine as he said, "Gimme your jacket and I’ll hang it up."
I did as I was told and he hung my jacket next to his.
"OK now let’s get you that drink I promised! I am sure thirsty after being in that hot house," he said, "It must have been 100 degrees in there with all those people yelling and shouting.
"Yeah I have never been to a swim meet before and the noise level was amazing," I replied, "but it sort of felt good in there compared to outside. It’s cold tonight."
"Wow so that was your first swim meet. Damn man I grew up in a pool and have been swimming since I was just a little guy," he said as he walked into the kitchen and started to get all the ingredients together to make a margarita. The blender, the tequila (and a top shelf brand I might add), lime juice, limes, salt, glasses, ice etc.
This was the first time I had to really look at Jed since we met at the swim meet. I had been afraid to really stare at him there but as he worked and moved around the kitchen I watched him to my hearts delight. I didn’t want him to catch me staring to hard at his gorgeous body. He was so hot! He moved like a ballet dancer! He moved like an athlete! He moved like a swimmer! His body was tall and thin but looked to be in incredible shape. His arms were long and covered with fine light brown hairs. His head was shaved short and he was wearing an ear ring in his right ear. He had these large doe like eyes with the most incredibly blue eyes I had ever seen with these long brown eye lashes that were incredible sexy! Nice pouty lips and those cute sexy dimples rounded out the beautiful face. And then there was that amazing Adam’s Apple that moved up and down every time he spoke.
I usually was not as attracted to guys with real short hair. Something about the whole skin head thing turned me off but I knew Jed probably had cut it short for swimming and on Jed it looked beautiful and sexy as well!
He had everything in the blender and he looked up at me with that smile and said, "ready for take off!"
He laughed as he gripped the blender with those veined hands and then with one of his long fingers he pressed the on button. The blender came to life with a whirr and the best margarita I have ever tasted was born and came to life!
There was enough for two of three in the blender as he poured us each one in a wide margarita glass with a rim dipped in salt. "I make them extra strong so we can really get a buzz on," he said as he handed me my glass. "I hope you don’t mind. I sort of feel like flying tonight. Now don’t drink it to fast or you will get a headache," he said with a laugh.
We clinked our glasses together as he toasted, "TO TONIGHT!"
I repeated his toast, "TO TONIGHT!" not having any idea of what he meant by his words but hoping I might be standing up to find out.
And we drank our first sip. WOW what a drink. I was not used to drinking all that much and this was strong but so damn tasty.
"Holy shit Jed this thing is strong. You do mix a good drink," I told him. "A guy would think you were trying to get him drunk if I didn’t know any better." I said after taking another big sip.
"Thanks," he said as we each took a few more sips. "Would you mind if I wanted to get you drunk?"
I could feel the warmth of the alcohol coursing through my body towards my brain and I was going to be very high very soon.
"No I don’t think so," I said, "but I guess it would depend on how drunk I get."
"Well you can always sleep over if you don’t want to drive," he said as he sort of ducked his head away but I could see the coy smile on his face. "I worked as a bartender and life guard at the beach this past summer so I got lots of practice making drinks for people. I got lots of compliments on my drinks and that was great for the tips," he said with a laugh.
"OK now let me give you a short tour of our house," he said as he moved from the kitchen towards the hallway leading to the rear of the house.
It was a simple floor plan with a hallway divided by one shared bathroom in the middle and a bedroom on each side.
"Now Paul lives in this zoo he calls home," Jed said opening the door to Paul’s room and letting out an indescribable odor of sweat, cum, female juices and stale dirty damp clothes. I had never seen a room as messy as this one. Clothes were everywhere. It was GROSS! I looked around and could not believe how disgusting it was. The bed was a rumpled mess and there were dirty towels and underwear on the floor.
"Paul was in here fucking his present girlfriend of the week most of the night last night and it sure smells like it doesn’t it," he said with a short laugh as we backed out of the room and he closed the door. "That is GROSS. I don’t know how he lives like that but as long as he keeps the door shut and doesn’t mess up the rest of the house I guess I can’t complain. But I don’t see how his chick stands it. Must be his huge cock that blinds her to his mess! Damn that boy is hung," he said with a grin!
"The smell about knocked me over Jed," I said as I wondered if he was testing me?
I didn’t know but I just nodded like a fool and followed him down the hallway with my drink in my hand. I took another sip to calm my nerves. He poked his head in the bathroom and I looked into the open doorway as well.
"If you need to take a pee this is where you do it," he said. A standard bathroom with toilet, shower/tub, sink and small linen closet were all that were in the room. It was clean and tidy.
"I am the one who has to scrub this place clean otherwise it would be green with mold, have pubes everywhere and look like Paul’s room. I don’t mind," he said, "in fact I sort of enjoy keeping it clean. Kinda weird huh!"
"No man I don’t think it’s weird to not have green mold growing everywhere. Jesus Paul’s room was so gross it made me want to puke!" I said.
He and I both laughed as our bodies were close together in the doorway to his bathroom. I could feel the heat from his radiating out towards me as we stood in the doorway together.
"OK now for the best part of the house," he said as he led the way to his bedroom and opened the door flipping on the light.
As expected his room was immaculate, neat and very clean. On one side was a computer and desk and chair and book shelf with a stackable stereo and shelves full of books and CD’s. His queen sized bed was in the middle of the room under the window and was made up with a beautiful old country quilt on top. Two fluffy pillows were placed carefully against the headboard of his bed which looked very comfortable. I could imagine Jed lying naked in that bed waiting for me to give him the best blow job of his life!
On the other side of the room was one of those work out contraptions that fit in a small room. On one wall he had this poster of Brad Pitt from the movie Legends of the Fall and it was incredibly sexy. He caught my eye looking at the poster and said , "Oh Shit Brad is my hero! What an actor and what a body! I have seen every movie he ever made at least twice and probably three or four times! I would love to look half as good as he does."
"Well I think you look pretty good," I croaked taking a sip of my drink to hide my embarrassment. The other posters on the wall were of Michael Phelps in a Speedo looking mighty fine and a couple of other hot guys who I liked but could not name.
No pin ups of girls which seemed interesting to me.
"So can you swim as good as Michael" I said.
"God I wish," he replied. "He is amazing. His arm span is incredible and the way he churns through the water is out of sight. Wasn’t he incredible in the Olympics? I stayed glued to the TV when they were swimming. All of us did we like lived in the living room for that week!"
There were some framed photos on one wall and also on the dresser of Jed and his teammates in Speedo’s at a swim meet and of Jed and some girl who was quite pretty.
"He picked up the photo and said, "oh that’s Michelle my girlfriend and that’s Paul, Mike and Pete and me the four musketeers!
They all were standing next to each other and had their arms draped around each other as athletes often do and looked so happy as they smiled into the camera.
"We had just won a huge meet when that was taken. I was so damned tired I could hardly stand up. I think we all were. We were all on the relay team together and I was on the last leg and had to really kick it to touch the wall ahead of the other guy. It was so close but we won. Nothing like it. Hard to explain how good it feels to be so damn exhausted but to still win by just a fraction of a second. Better than any sex I ever had," he said with a laugh.
He turned and said, "Let’s go play some music out in the living room and get to know each other."
I backed out of his way as he led the way to the living room.
"What do you like to listen to," he asked as we walked into the living room?
"Oh I like all kinds of music but am not sure what you young college guys are listening to these days. Well let’s see do you like Van Morrison?" I asked.
"Yeah Oh I really like him. You like him too? Yeah he is one of my favorites," Jed said as he started to put five different Van Morrison CD’s in the changer and pressed shuffle.
"He is so great for love making," he added as he picked up his drink and turned to face me. Van started to sing "Moondance" as Jed walked over to the couch sat down and patted the seat next to him. I walked over and sat down next to this dream guy!
We drank our drinks and listened to Van sing as only he can do. He told me a bit about growing up in a small town with his friends and about swimming and how much he loved the water and swimming.
"Swimming is my life. I want to major in English and physical education so I can teach swimming and English at a high school somewhere when I get out of college," he said. "That’s my dream."
"Well I hope it comes true," I told him sincerely.
At that moment the phone rang and he got up and went over to pick up the portable phone out of its cradle. He looked at the caller ID and said, "Shit sorry man but I have to take this call."
"OK. Sure go ahead," I said.
"Hey Michelle what’s up?" he said.
Oh God it was his girlfriend. Did she have some sort of girlfriend radar and knew that I was there invading her space? Oh shit should I leave now?
"Nah, I am really busy right now. No babe I am really busy working on that term paper for English class. No you can’t come over. I told you babe I am in the middle of a big project that’s due next week. No baby I can’t see you tonight. If you come over I will lose all my concentration babe. Damn you know what will be on my mind if you come over and then I won’t get anything done. Maybe tomorrow OK. No really I got to get this done and I am right in the middle of it. You know how I am when I start something. I want to finish it you know. I don’t want to lose my train of thought."
He looked up and me and winked and then made that motion with his fingers of his girlfriend yakking on the phone while he listened patiently to her talking. He was smiling while he was making the motion with his hands and nodding his head as well.
Finally he said, "OK sure I will call you tomorrow OK. Love you too. Sleep tight! Yeah you know I love you too!"
He punched the off button with his finger and placed the phone back into the cradle messing with something as he did.
"Hey how about I just turn this damn thing off so we won’t be bothered OK." he said.
"Yeah sure that’s fine," I mumbled like an idiot.
God it seemed like he was setting this whole thing up. Damn what would happen next I wondered.
"Well you heard I guess. Sorry about that man. Hope you don’t mind my little white lie. I just didn’t want to be bothered with Michelle tonight is all. I mean I like her a lot but sometimes I just need some space you know and well I want to get to know you a bit better and well she just wouldn’t understand why you were here. I mean guys my age aren’t supposed to hang with guys your age are we now?" he said with a smile as he reached for my now empty glass.
"Here let me refresh that drink for you," he said taking my glass.
He took both our glasses and then ran into the kitchen kicking off his shoes as he ran. He put the empty glasses on the counter and reached down and took off one sock and then the other. He turned and threw them in the mud room/laundry room next to the back door of the kitchen. "Two points!" he yelled as his socks hit the clothes hamper.
"Good shot," I called back at him across the room.
He then went to the freezer and removed the pitcher and poured two more glass of the powerful drinks he had made and then placed the pitcher back in the freezer picked up the drinks and carefully walked back into the living room without spilling a drop. He handed me one and held it up in another toast, "To us and to tonight!"
"To us and to tonight," I responded. I held out my glass to his as we clinked with our toast. We both took another swig of that precious green liquid. It was cold and icy and tasted great! I was high and I was feeling good!
He sort of wiggled his butt back and forth and said, "OK folks now for the evening’s entertainment Jed will change into his Speedo and model for Tom!"
He grinned and laughed and took another swig of his drink and then placed his glass on one of the side tables and said, "is that OK with you?"
"Hmmm yeah sure that would be great," I stammered eagerly. I watched him walk out of the room sort of dancing and wiggling his butt and body in a mock exotic dancers pose.
Jed left the room and I sat on the couch waiting. What should I do? God I was nervous. I couldn’t wait for Jed to walk back in the room. From the photo I already knew that his body was a work of art. Finely sculpted through years of swimming and working out. With six pack abs of steel, his body was smooth and hairless. He had long gorgeous legs with big swimmers calves. His pecs were incredible with these round quarter sized nipples on the lower side. His arm muscles were full and he had pronounced veins going up and down the arms and his navel was deep and beautiful.
What would he look like in real life? I didn’t care as I knew it would be incredible. I hoped that I didn’t shoot my load when he walked into the room. I reached quickly into my pants and underwear and adjusted my cock so it fit down between my legs. It wouldn’t get hard as fast that way and would be out of the way.
I took my hand out and brought it to my nose to smell my rich sweaty manly musky perfume. Oh god it was a wonderful smell. I wish they could bottle that fragrance. I wondered what his would smell like. I hoped that I would like it. Damn would he be big or small? I didn’t really care but I hoped that he would not be to big as this was my first cock. Shit what would be would be I finally decided and took another sip of my drink as I nervously awaited his return.
"OK," Jed yelled from the hallway, "close your eyes!"
I did as I was instructed and closed my eyes and said, "OK they are closed."
I heard him walk into the room and could feel the heat from his body as he stood in front of me.
"You can open your eyes now," he said with a laugh. I opened my eyes and gazed upon a god standing here on earth in front of me. Oh lord was he fine! So in shape. My eyes went up and down his hard body and took in this gorgeous sight. I tried to memorize each and every curve, every piece of flesh, each of his nipples and veins. His flat hard belly was directly in front of me and he had a wonderful Apollo’s Belt which was very pronounced and these two veins formed an upside down triangle which started at his belly button and disappeared in to his Speedo’s.
He stood there with this huge grin on his face standing in a swimmer’s stance with one leg cocked forward. He was holding this white piece of cardboard in his hands. I wondered what it was for.
"OK now you will be the judge tonight John and here is your scorecard," he said handing me the piece of cardboard which I now saw he had written a large number 10.
I took the card from him and said with a nervous laugh, "Jed there is only one card here with only one number on it."
"Well I know I am a number 10 man so there is no problem is there?" he said laughing back at me.
As I was the judge I studied him very carefully letting my eyes roam around his perfect number 10 body. I was no longer afraid or nervous. His Speedo was small and skimpy and just the way I like them. Not that I hardly ever had a chance to see a guy in a Speedo in real life. His suit hardly covered any of his gorgeous body which was great as far as I was concerned. His body was absolutely and completely hairless. His legs had no hair, his chest had no hair, and his underarms had no hair that I could see. No treasure trail hair. His body looked as smooth as a baby’s bottom. He hooked his fingers into his Speedo and kind of pushed them down just a bit revealing smooth naked skin and no body hair. No pubes I thought. Holy shit I had never see a guy with no pubes.
I couldn’t really make out his dick or his balls as they were pushed into his crotch but God the rest of him was fine. I was smiling like the village idiot as I gazed upon this Greek God.
"Well so what do you think," he finally said. "What’s my score man?"
"Damn you are awesome Jed! I mean Awesome with a capital A." I said as I held up my card so he could see the number 10 written there. "I have never seen anyone look as fine as you look and as in shape. If I could give you a 10 plus I would but this is the only number I have to work with."
"Thanks," he replied. "Actually most everyone on the swim team has a great body and looks good. That is one thing about swimming it gets you in great shape!" he said strutting around the room so I could see his whole body. "This is a first for me man. I mean I have won lots of races but never won for my looks alone."
"You don’t have any body hair," I said. "Why is that? I don’t think I have ever see a guy with no body hair."
"Well they say body hair slows you down and when you are dealing with the times we have to deal with coach says better be safe than sorry." He ran his hands across his hard chest. "We have this trainer guy who works for the athletic department who shaves us in those hard to reach places he said with a laugh. They also have this special stuff kind of like Nair that was especially made for swimmers that most of us use. It keeps most of the hair off for about 6-8 weeks and then you have to use it again. I have gotten so used to being smooth that I can’t imagine what I would look like with hair," he said with his infectious laugh.
" So this guy that shaves you...um...does...um...he... well I mean does he shave your ass crack and balls and everything?" I said.
"Oh yeah he’ll shave anything you want shaved. We’re all pretty sure he’s gay but no one really talks about it and he never tries any funny business or he would get the shit beat out of him I expect." he said.
"So...well...um...how do you stop yourself from getting hard when he shaves you," I asked.
"Oh you just learn it I guess. I mean it would be like the end of the world if you got a hard on in front of everyone especially with him touching you. Jesus the guys would think you are gay too and then they would never swim with you again. You can’t ever do anything at all remotely gay or it would be the end. I mean the END!" he said with emphasis on the last word.
So why I wondered was he doing all this for me? What the hell was going on here?
I then watched as he pushed his hands down across his ribs and slid off his Speedo. He bent at the waist as he just pushed it down his legs stepping out of them and throwing them on the end of the couch. He was now completely naked standing there in front of me. My mouth dropped open as I stared at his exposed crotch. He had no pubic hair at all and no hair on his balls. His skin was so white and so smooth and looked so unusual to me. I had never ever seen a guy with no pubic hair. I mean that is what made a guy a guy wasn’t it?
He wasn’t shy or nervous as he let me look at his body. In fact he seemed to want me to look and take his beauty in. His balls we not at all hangers or low hangers. They were small and kind of just one big ball but they had been shaved so smooth as were his thighs. His cock would be considered small in most circles but it was not at all hard so it was hard to tell what it might be like when it was fully hard. It looked to me to be about 2 inches of scrunched up skin with wrinkles and folds of skin. The head of his cock was reddish in color and was also in proportion to his cock.
He wasn’t at all hard but he was gorgeous! I had never seen a cock this close up before except of course for my own. It had been a long time since my days of being in a locker room with the guys. I still could not believe that he was standing there in front of me completely naked! Damn this was good! I couldn’t smell any of his musky man scent and I thought to myself he probably had washed himself before coming into the living room.
I wish he hadn’t but I couldn’t change that right now. I sort of gasped and mumbled, "so this trainer guy I mean you let him hold your cock and stuff while he shaves you?"
"Yeah," he laughed, "how else would he do it?"
"Shit you mean there are other guys standing around while he does it or does he do it alone by yourself?" I asked.
"Hell no we aren’t alone man. That would be too much. Nothing can happen if we are all standing around making wise with each other. We all have to be there which I guess makes it easier to not get a woodie as we can’t let each other see us hard or anything." he said.
"So what do you think Tom?" he asked leaning over to take his drink and have a sip.
"I think you are truly awesome man. I could sit here and look at you all day. I just can’t believe you don’t have any pubes man. I just can’t imagine myself without my pubes," I said. "I think you would have been a great model for one of those Greek statues."
"What else are you thinking?" he asked suggestively.
"Well to be truthful man I was....well...I was....I was thinking that I wouldn’t mind that job as a trainer if I got to shave your cock and balls," I said with a weird grin on my face. Oh shit I couldn’t believe I had just said what I said!
"Are you fucking serious," he asked??? "you want to touch my cock and balls.
I thought he might be upset but he was smiling as he turned and ran from the room. I heard him go into the bathroom and then he came back into the living room carrying a Bic disposable razor, a can of shaving cream and a small towel.
"Here why don’t you try it then," he asked as he held the razor out to me. "You can practice on me and see if you like it. Maybe I’ll give you the job if I like your work," he said with a laugh!
I was sweating as I slid forward on the couch and took the razor and the can of shaving cream from his outstretched hand. I put the razor on the table and tried not to shake. I shook up the can of shaving cream and then pressed the button and shot some of the cream in the palm of my hand. I reached out my other hand and took his cock between my fingers and held it to the side and with the other hand spread some of the cream around the base of his cock and on his smooth already hairless balls.
He was watching me closely. As I held his cock he make a squirming motion and his breath became a bit more rapid. I gently squeezed his dick hoping he would begin to get hard and I could see him in his full glory. I picked up the razor and began to shave him making sure I never let go of his cock which I kept squeezing in a nonchalant way hoping he wouldn’t notice.
Oh my God I couldn’t believe what I was doing? How did this happen? Damn I liked this job.
He sort of croaked as he said, "Oh shit man I think you got the job.".
I knew that I could do anything I wanted to with him at this point. He wanted a blow job and I was going to give it to him. I dropped the razor to the floor and took the towel from his hand and wiped off all the excess shaving cream. I then dropped the towel on the table and took another drink from my glass upending it into my open mouth to give me the courage to do what I wanted to do.
I began to massage his balls and feel the eggs hiding within their sacs. They were hard and soft at the same time and as I gently squeezed them he moaned and squirmed with obvious delight. With my other hand I massaged his cock and ran my fingers over his smooth thighs and across his washboard abs as he grew harder and harder with every passing moment.
I loved this man oh damn I was in LOVE! I knew he would never love me but at least I could me his cocksucker if that is what he wanted from me. Finally his cock was as hard as it was going to get and it was about 5 inches long. It was beautifully shaped and the skin was velvety soft yet hard at the same time. He had a few pronounced veins running up and down the shaft from tip to bottom and the cock head was pulsing with blood. It really was the perfect penis for him. I knew he would never believe it but on him it was perfect. Why does every guy want a bigger cock than what he has?
"Not much of a cock is it," he said?
"I beg to differ with you man. I think it is gorgeous Jed. It is the exact perfect cock for you and for your body. It couldn’t be any more perfect." I said. "I know you don’t believe it but it is so true. It is in perfect proportions to your body."
"Well it the smallest of any of my friends and they have made fun of me my whole life. Pencil dick! HO Dick! I have heard them all. Jesus you should see Paul he has at least ten inches and Mike is about eight and Pete is at least seven. I just wish mine was a bit bigger." he said sadly. "I have tried every exercise in the book and even bought one of those suction vacuum pumps that is supposed to work but it only made me sore as hell."
"Jed I know this isn’t the answer you want but it is the size perfect for you. Perfect for Jed. And it is just perfect for me." I told him truthfully.
All this time I was stroking his cock and massaging his balls and he was obviously liking what I was doing. I pulled his cock down towards me using pressure to force it down towards his legs while I pulled it and tried to milk him and get some pre-cum to use as a lubricant. A few drops of pre-cum appeared at his piss slit and I rubbed them over his cock head and the shaft producing the expected results.
"OH SHIT THAT’S GOOD JOHN. OH DAMN THAT FEELS GOOD!," he moaned loudly.
My hand slipped and slid over the shaft and I leaned forward to take the head in my mouth. When my tongue hit the head of his cock he moaned again and pushed his hips forward towards my face. I licked all around the head and the lip of the head and he loved it and I loved it. My tongue was rough on the sensitive tip but he wanted more of what I had to give. I swallowed the entire head with no problem and continued to lick and press my tongue against his hard cock.
His shaft slid into my mouth with no problem and I swallowed it up to the base with ease. I stuck my nose into his smooth skin where normally there would be pubic hairs to content with. I thought well at least I won’t have them in my teeth and almost broke out in giggles thinking about that. I was finally home.
I finally had a man’s hard cock in my mouth and his balls in my hand. I was finally giving a blow job to a gorgeous guy. I withdrew and pressed forward and withdrew and forward over and over the skin of his shaft using my hand to squeeze the shaft to gain maximum pleasure for Jed. I wanted him to love what I was doing. I wanted to make him an addict if possible. I wanted to addict him to sex with me and my hands and my mouth. I wanted him to ask me back again and again to deliver the pleasure that only a man could give to another man. He squirmed and moaned and held my head gently as he fucked my mouth.
Before I knew what had happened I felt Jed tense his body muscles and felt hot sperm hit the back of my throat and I heard Jed cry out, "HOLY SHIT. OH DAMN I AM SO SORRY TOM. I COULDN’T HELP IT. I TRIED NOT TO CUM," as he spurted about 3 or 4 times into my waiting mouth. It was hot and delicious and creamy. It was a man’s cum. It was sweet and salty and so freaking good. Oh what a meal that was for me. I had been waiting for this moment for 56 years and now I was taking his cum in my mouth and tasting his man juices.
I used my hand to milk the final drops of cum out of his dick as he continued to spasm. All the while he was moaning and clenching his hips and abs. As he withdrew his cock from my mouth I licked over the incredibly sensitive head and sent shivers up and down his body.
"I am so sorry Tom. I have always been a quick shooter. I just can’t help myself. Michelle complains about it all the time. Usually I can fool her cause with my muscles I can keep fucking her long after I shoot my load but the second time is always slower." He was almost at the verge of tears as he slid to the floor on his knees before me.
He pressed his face towards mine and was soon tasting his jizz from my mouth as he kissed me. I took each side of his face in between my hands as we kissed deeply and exchanged tongues deep inside of our mouths. It was a great kiss as kisses go. It was the kiss of all kisses. I was in love! I never wanted it to stop but I knew that it must. We kissed for what seemed like an eternity but in reality was probably 5-8 minutes.
Finally he broke apart and then put his head in my lap as he cried softly. "That was so good. I have to hide my real feelings and it is so hard for me but I can’t let anyone know. They just wouldn’t understand and swimming is my life. Do you understand?"
"Yes Jed I understand. It’s OK really it is." I told him.
"I want someone to understand. It has been killing me to keep it a secret. Shit why can’t we be ourselves. What is everyone so fucking scared about their cocks? I met this guy this past summer at the beach and we spent one night together and it was so great. I had wanted to do this for so long and it just happened. It was only one night but I know that I like guys. I just can’t come out. The guys wouldn’t understand. My family wouldn’t understand. No one would understand. It hurts so much to keep it all bottled up and to have to hear the guys talk about fags and queers and know they are talking about me." he sobbed. "I just don’t know what to do."
"Come on Jed get up." I said as I stood up and pulled him up off the floor.
I got up and took his hand and led him across the room towards his bedroom and that waiting bed for a night that neither of us would ever forget. "I think I know just what to do Jed and I think you know just what you want to do".........
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Peace
The Swim Meet Guy
This is the story that began at a local swim meet but ended up in the apartment of a 19 year old college guy.
"Hey John," my friend Matt yelled up at me as he waved. "Glad you could make it."
I was sitting about 4 rows up in the stands of the local swimming pool watching the swim team get ready for their meet. Matt and Brad are sons of two of my neighbors and they both swim on the local swim team. They had asked me to attend one of their meets. As a closeted gay man I was reluctant to go but since they asked me I felt it would be OK. Their families were in the stands but were sitting down on the front row. I am not at all attracted to anyone who is not of legal age and had absolutely no sexual thoughts about these guys. Their parents are really nice friends and we hang out at neighborhood functions all the time.
When Matt yelled at me his parents turned around in their seats and looked at me. Matt’s father waved and called out to me, "We tried to save you a seat John."
"No worries man I was late. It was my own fault," I called back.
Brad joined Matt by the side of the pool and motioned for me to come down to the edge of the stands by this wall that ran the length of the pool and say hi. I walked down the stands and shook hands with each of them as I wished them luck. They were both very excited as this was the big meet of the year against their huge rival team. They were glad to see me so I was glad that I had decided it was OK to come.
I then said "Good Luck" to both of them and turned and walked back up to my seat in the stands.
At that moment this incredibly good looking guy came up to where I was sitting and said "Is this seat taken?"
"No help yourself," I said as I made some room for him to sit down next to me.
"Which team are you rooting for," he asked?
"The Blue Jays," I said. "See those two down there with the towels well I am their neighbor and they asked me to come watch them swim. Those are their parents down there on the front row. I was supposed to get here earlier and sit with them but got out of work later than I wanted and they couldn’t save the seats any longer."
He said, "I am a sophomore on the Bradford College team. So what events do your friends swim," he asked?
I replied, "I am not really sure as this is the first time I have seen them swim."
He turned to me and extended his arm and hand in preparation to shake hands and as we gripped and shook hands he said, "My name is Jed what’s yours?"
"John," I answered as I felt electric shocks go up and down my body from his tight grip. His grip was firm and his hand was cris-crossed with veins that stood out on his hands and arms. He was wearing a short sleeved polo shirt and carrying a coat as it was cold outside. "Nice to meet you Jed."
"My coach asked me to come to sort of scout out the swimmers so he can start to recruit them if I see any that are good enough," he told me.
More and more people were coming into the pool and it began to get crowded in the stands. People were sliding over as they packed into the stands and soon Jed and I were sitting cheek to cheek and leg to leg. I was in heaven but I had no idea what he was feeling. He was just a friendly guy making conversation with an older overweight man.
The meet started and it was very exciting I must admit. I had never been to a swim meet before except to watch the Olympics every four years. Everyone was cheering and yelling for their favorite swimmer and many of the heats were very close. Matt won his first event and Brad came in a close second on his heat. They were both on a relay team and smoked the competition with Matt swimming the final leg and pulling ahead about two whole body lengths in the last lap. Jed and I were constantly rubbing against each other as we cheered the Blue Jays team on to victory. It was close all night but the team finally pulled ahead and won by a few points.
The stands went wild with friends and parents yelling and screaming and clapping each other on the back. The doors opened and people started to file out to the hallway and the parking lots beyond. Jed and I walked down the stands to the edge of the pool. He turned to me and smiled this huge smile with this great grin capped by 2 wonderful dimples on each side. I think I must have been staring at him he was so gorgeous.
He said, "Say great meet your guys did awesome man. They were great! I hope they think about coming to the college and swimming for us! I am going to tell coach about them tomorrow. What did you say their names were." he asked as he took a piece of paper and a pen out of his pocket.
I told him and he wrote their names down and shoved the paper and pen back in his pocket. We were down by the wall that separated the pool form the stands.
Matt and Brad came over to the wall and I told them how great they swam and how much I appreciated them asking me to come and see them swim. I introduced them to Jed and told them that he swam on the college team. They all shook hands and then they talked about swimming for a few minutes. Jed asked them about their college plans and they said they were looking at a few schools but would love to come over to the college and look around sometime. Jed told them when practice was and told them to come over any time he would introduce them to the coach and show them around. I had no idea what they were saying as they talked shop. Guess he wouldn’t need that scrap of paper after all.
They then said, "We got to go celebrate John. Thanks for coming!. Nice to meet you Jed."
I said, "Have fun tonight guys!"
"Oh we will," they both said and they laughed and giggled as then raced off to the locker room and their teammates to celebrate their wonderful victory.
"Hey man what are you doing now?" Jed asked me as we watched the boys run across the tile and started to walk towards the doors.
He put on his jacket as we walked. I put on mine.
"I guess I will go home but I didn’t have any set plans." I said wondering where the hell this conversation was going.
"Well shit I don’t have anything going on either," he said. "Want to come over to my place and have a margarita? I fix a mean one and my roommate is gone so we will have the whole place to ourselves," he said with this huge grin on his face.
"Maybe I can even model in my Speedo for you," he said with a laugh as we walked along towards the door in the rear of the crowd.
OK John calm down I told myself he was probably just kidding. Damn I hope not! Was this college hunk really asking me to go home with him? I followed Jed and the crowd out the door into the cool fall night air.
He slapped his arms around his body as we walked through the parking lot towards our cars.
"What are you driving," he asked?
"That red truck over there," I said as I pointed to my truck. "How about you?"
"That’s my little Mazda over there," he said pointing to this cute little sports car about 4 cars away from my truck. "That’s my baby! Hey I don’t live to far away just follow me and I’ll try not to lose you," he said with that beautiful smile of his.
"OK I’ll try and keep up but remember I’m an old man," I said with a laugh as he clapped me on my back.
We got into our respective vehicles and started them up. I was so nervous and sweating like a faucet. Could this be happening? Well yes it was happening but why me? What did he have in mind? This was so strange. Here I was 56 years old, overweight, hairy and I was following this 19 year old gorgeous hot hunk home to his house to have a margarita. What was I thinking? Oh damn what was I thinking? I must be crazy to be doing this. Things like this just never happened to me.
We both backed out of our parking spaces and I followed him through the streets towards his house. He lived in a section of town that had a lot of duplex rental units for the college students.
We finally pulled into a side street and drove to the end of a cull-de-sac where he pulled into the parking lot of a darkened duplex. There were lights on in the other houses around but no lights in either side of the duplex or cars in their driveways. I pulled my truck in the drive and parked behind his car.
We got out of our cars and he looked at me and smiled that incredible smile of his and said, "I didn’t go to fast for you did I?"
"No man you were great. I appreciate your going so slow for an old man!" I replied.
"Ah you don’t look so old. How old are you anyway," he said.
"Well believe it or not I turned 56 last week," I replied hoping that he wouldn’t mind but wanting him to know what he was getting into.
"Well shit you don’t look that old," he said as we walked up the sidewalk to the front door of the apartment on the left side of the duplex. "I have one roommate on the team and then two of our other teammates live in the other side. Mike’s dad owns this duplex so we get a pretty good deal on the rent. We have all known each other since high school so it works out great. Mike and Pete went home to visit their girl friends this weekend and Paul my roommate took his girl of the week to Myrtle Beach so we will be all alone. He’s a real stud and has to get some action all the time or he goes crazy. Come to think of it he is a bit crazy anyway" he laughed!
He put his key in the lock and opened the door to the apartment and he turned on the lights in the living room as we walked in. The living room was pretty neat with a big couch, a couple of recliner easy chairs, a huge wide screen TV covering one wall with a very big stereo system and then a huge wall of videos, DVD’s and CD’s on another. A couple of side tables and lamps completed the picture.
To the right was a small eat in kitchen. He swung his arms around and said, "Home Sweet Home how do you like it?"
"It looks great," I said.
"Well it’s only neat because I make Paul clean up otherwise it would look like his room. A trash dump. He thinks I am so anal but I can’t stand it to be messy" he said.
"Well I am on your side," I said. "I like things neat and tidy as well so I don’t think it’s weird or anal at all."
Jed took off his coat and hung it on a coat hook inside the door and held out his hands for mine as he said, "Gimme your jacket and I’ll hang it up."
I did as I was told and he hung my jacket next to his.
"OK now let’s get you that drink I promised! I am sure thirsty after being in that hot house," he said, "It must have been 100 degrees in there with all those people yelling and shouting.
"Yeah I have never been to a swim meet before and the noise level was amazing," I replied, "but it sort of felt good in there compared to outside. It’s cold tonight."
"Wow so that was your first swim meet. Damn man I grew up in a pool and have been swimming since I was just a little guy," he said as he walked into the kitchen and started to get all the ingredients together to make a margarita. The blender, the tequila (and a top shelf brand I might add), lime juice, limes, salt, glasses, ice etc.
This was the first time I had to really look at Jed since we met at the swim meet. I had been afraid to really stare at him there but as he worked and moved around the kitchen I watched him to my hearts delight. I didn’t want him to catch me staring to hard at his gorgeous body. He was so hot! He moved like a ballet dancer! He moved like an athlete! He moved like a swimmer! His body was tall and thin but looked to be in incredible shape. His arms were long and covered with fine light brown hairs. His head was shaved short and he was wearing an ear ring in his right ear. He had these large doe like eyes with the most incredibly blue eyes I had ever seen with these long brown eye lashes that were incredible sexy! Nice pouty lips and those cute sexy dimples rounded out the beautiful face. And then there was that amazing Adam’s Apple that moved up and down every time he spoke.
I usually was not as attracted to guys with real short hair. Something about the whole skin head thing turned me off but I knew Jed probably had cut it short for swimming and on Jed it looked beautiful and sexy as well!
He had everything in the blender and he looked up at me with that smile and said, "ready for take off!"
He laughed as he gripped the blender with those veined hands and then with one of his long fingers he pressed the on button. The blender came to life with a whirr and the best margarita I have ever tasted was born and came to life!
There was enough for two of three in the blender as he poured us each one in a wide margarita glass with a rim dipped in salt. "I make them extra strong so we can really get a buzz on," he said as he handed me my glass. "I hope you don’t mind. I sort of feel like flying tonight. Now don’t drink it to fast or you will get a headache," he said with a laugh.
We clinked our glasses together as he toasted, "TO TONIGHT!"
I repeated his toast, "TO TONIGHT!" not having any idea of what he meant by his words but hoping I might be standing up to find out.
And we drank our first sip. WOW what a drink. I was not used to drinking all that much and this was strong but so damn tasty.
"Holy shit Jed this thing is strong. You do mix a good drink," I told him. "A guy would think you were trying to get him drunk if I didn’t know any better." I said after taking another big sip.
"Thanks," he said as we each took a few more sips. "Would you mind if I wanted to get you drunk?"
I could feel the warmth of the alcohol coursing through my body towards my brain and I was going to be very high very soon.
"No I don’t think so," I said, "but I guess it would depend on how drunk I get."
"Well you can always sleep over if you don’t want to drive," he said as he sort of ducked his head away but I could see the coy smile on his face. "I worked as a bartender and life guard at the beach this past summer so I got lots of practice making drinks for people. I got lots of compliments on my drinks and that was great for the tips," he said with a laugh.
"OK now let me give you a short tour of our house," he said as he moved from the kitchen towards the hallway leading to the rear of the house.
It was a simple floor plan with a hallway divided by one shared bathroom in the middle and a bedroom on each side.
"Now Paul lives in this zoo he calls home," Jed said opening the door to Paul’s room and letting out an indescribable odor of sweat, cum, female juices and stale dirty damp clothes. I had never seen a room as messy as this one. Clothes were everywhere. It was GROSS! I looked around and could not believe how disgusting it was. The bed was a rumpled mess and there were dirty towels and underwear on the floor.
"Paul was in here fucking his present girlfriend of the week most of the night last night and it sure smells like it doesn’t it," he said with a short laugh as we backed out of the room and he closed the door. "That is GROSS. I don’t know how he lives like that but as long as he keeps the door shut and doesn’t mess up the rest of the house I guess I can’t complain. But I don’t see how his chick stands it. Must be his huge cock that blinds her to his mess! Damn that boy is hung," he said with a grin!
"The smell about knocked me over Jed," I said as I wondered if he was testing me?
I didn’t know but I just nodded like a fool and followed him down the hallway with my drink in my hand. I took another sip to calm my nerves. He poked his head in the bathroom and I looked into the open doorway as well.
"If you need to take a pee this is where you do it," he said. A standard bathroom with toilet, shower/tub, sink and small linen closet were all that were in the room. It was clean and tidy.
"I am the one who has to scrub this place clean otherwise it would be green with mold, have pubes everywhere and look like Paul’s room. I don’t mind," he said, "in fact I sort of enjoy keeping it clean. Kinda weird huh!"
"No man I don’t think it’s weird to not have green mold growing everywhere. Jesus Paul’s room was so gross it made me want to puke!" I said.
He and I both laughed as our bodies were close together in the doorway to his bathroom. I could feel the heat from his radiating out towards me as we stood in the doorway together.
"OK now for the best part of the house," he said as he led the way to his bedroom and opened the door flipping on the light.
As expected his room was immaculate, neat and very clean. On one side was a computer and desk and chair and book shelf with a stackable stereo and shelves full of books and CD’s. His queen sized bed was in the middle of the room under the window and was made up with a beautiful old country quilt on top. Two fluffy pillows were placed carefully against the headboard of his bed which looked very comfortable. I could imagine Jed lying naked in that bed waiting for me to give him the best blow job of his life!
On the other side of the room was one of those work out contraptions that fit in a small room. On one wall he had this poster of Brad Pitt from the movie Legends of the Fall and it was incredibly sexy. He caught my eye looking at the poster and said , "Oh Shit Brad is my hero! What an actor and what a body! I have seen every movie he ever made at least twice and probably three or four times! I would love to look half as good as he does."
"Well I think you look pretty good," I croaked taking a sip of my drink to hide my embarrassment. The other posters on the wall were of Michael Phelps in a Speedo looking mighty fine and a couple of other hot guys who I liked but could not name.
No pin ups of girls which seemed interesting to me.
"So can you swim as good as Michael" I said.
"God I wish," he replied. "He is amazing. His arm span is incredible and the way he churns through the water is out of sight. Wasn’t he incredible in the Olympics? I stayed glued to the TV when they were swimming. All of us did we like lived in the living room for that week!"
There were some framed photos on one wall and also on the dresser of Jed and his teammates in Speedo’s at a swim meet and of Jed and some girl who was quite pretty.
"He picked up the photo and said, "oh that’s Michelle my girlfriend and that’s Paul, Mike and Pete and me the four musketeers!
They all were standing next to each other and had their arms draped around each other as athletes often do and looked so happy as they smiled into the camera.
"We had just won a huge meet when that was taken. I was so damned tired I could hardly stand up. I think we all were. We were all on the relay team together and I was on the last leg and had to really kick it to touch the wall ahead of the other guy. It was so close but we won. Nothing like it. Hard to explain how good it feels to be so damn exhausted but to still win by just a fraction of a second. Better than any sex I ever had," he said with a laugh.
He turned and said, "Let’s go play some music out in the living room and get to know each other."
I backed out of his way as he led the way to the living room.
"What do you like to listen to," he asked as we walked into the living room?
"Oh I like all kinds of music but am not sure what you young college guys are listening to these days. Well let’s see do you like Van Morrison?" I asked.
"Yeah Oh I really like him. You like him too? Yeah he is one of my favorites," Jed said as he started to put five different Van Morrison CD’s in the changer and pressed shuffle.
"He is so great for love making," he added as he picked up his drink and turned to face me. Van started to sing "Moondance" as Jed walked over to the couch sat down and patted the seat next to him. I walked over and sat down next to this dream guy!
We drank our drinks and listened to Van sing as only he can do. He told me a bit about growing up in a small town with his friends and about swimming and how much he loved the water and swimming.
"Swimming is my life. I want to major in English and physical education so I can teach swimming and English at a high school somewhere when I get out of college," he said. "That’s my dream."
"Well I hope it comes true," I told him sincerely.
At that moment the phone rang and he got up and went over to pick up the portable phone out of its cradle. He looked at the caller ID and said, "Shit sorry man but I have to take this call."
"OK. Sure go ahead," I said.
"Hey Michelle what’s up?" he said.
Oh God it was his girlfriend. Did she have some sort of girlfriend radar and knew that I was there invading her space? Oh shit should I leave now?
"Nah, I am really busy right now. No babe I am really busy working on that term paper for English class. No you can’t come over. I told you babe I am in the middle of a big project that’s due next week. No baby I can’t see you tonight. If you come over I will lose all my concentration babe. Damn you know what will be on my mind if you come over and then I won’t get anything done. Maybe tomorrow OK. No really I got to get this done and I am right in the middle of it. You know how I am when I start something. I want to finish it you know. I don’t want to lose my train of thought."
He looked up and me and winked and then made that motion with his fingers of his girlfriend yakking on the phone while he listened patiently to her talking. He was smiling while he was making the motion with his hands and nodding his head as well.
Finally he said, "OK sure I will call you tomorrow OK. Love you too. Sleep tight! Yeah you know I love you too!"
He punched the off button with his finger and placed the phone back into the cradle messing with something as he did.
"Hey how about I just turn this damn thing off so we won’t be bothered OK." he said.
"Yeah sure that’s fine," I mumbled like an idiot.
God it seemed like he was setting this whole thing up. Damn what would happen next I wondered.
"Well you heard I guess. Sorry about that man. Hope you don’t mind my little white lie. I just didn’t want to be bothered with Michelle tonight is all. I mean I like her a lot but sometimes I just need some space you know and well I want to get to know you a bit better and well she just wouldn’t understand why you were here. I mean guys my age aren’t supposed to hang with guys your age are we now?" he said with a smile as he reached for my now empty glass.
"Here let me refresh that drink for you," he said taking my glass.
He took both our glasses and then ran into the kitchen kicking off his shoes as he ran. He put the empty glasses on the counter and reached down and took off one sock and then the other. He turned and threw them in the mud room/laundry room next to the back door of the kitchen. "Two points!" he yelled as his socks hit the clothes hamper.
"Good shot," I called back at him across the room.
He then went to the freezer and removed the pitcher and poured two more glass of the powerful drinks he had made and then placed the pitcher back in the freezer picked up the drinks and carefully walked back into the living room without spilling a drop. He handed me one and held it up in another toast, "To us and to tonight!"
"To us and to tonight," I responded. I held out my glass to his as we clinked with our toast. We both took another swig of that precious green liquid. It was cold and icy and tasted great! I was high and I was feeling good!
He sort of wiggled his butt back and forth and said, "OK folks now for the evening’s entertainment Jed will change into his Speedo and model for Tom!"
He grinned and laughed and took another swig of his drink and then placed his glass on one of the side tables and said, "is that OK with you?"
"Hmmm yeah sure that would be great," I stammered eagerly. I watched him walk out of the room sort of dancing and wiggling his butt and body in a mock exotic dancers pose.
Jed left the room and I sat on the couch waiting. What should I do? God I was nervous. I couldn’t wait for Jed to walk back in the room. From the photo I already knew that his body was a work of art. Finely sculpted through years of swimming and working out. With six pack abs of steel, his body was smooth and hairless. He had long gorgeous legs with big swimmers calves. His pecs were incredible with these round quarter sized nipples on the lower side. His arm muscles were full and he had pronounced veins going up and down the arms and his navel was deep and beautiful.
What would he look like in real life? I didn’t care as I knew it would be incredible. I hoped that I didn’t shoot my load when he walked into the room. I reached quickly into my pants and underwear and adjusted my cock so it fit down between my legs. It wouldn’t get hard as fast that way and would be out of the way.
I took my hand out and brought it to my nose to smell my rich sweaty manly musky perfume. Oh god it was a wonderful smell. I wish they could bottle that fragrance. I wondered what his would smell like. I hoped that I would like it. Damn would he be big or small? I didn’t really care but I hoped that he would not be to big as this was my first cock. Shit what would be would be I finally decided and took another sip of my drink as I nervously awaited his return.
"OK," Jed yelled from the hallway, "close your eyes!"
I did as I was instructed and closed my eyes and said, "OK they are closed."
I heard him walk into the room and could feel the heat from his body as he stood in front of me.
"You can open your eyes now," he said with a laugh. I opened my eyes and gazed upon a god standing here on earth in front of me. Oh lord was he fine! So in shape. My eyes went up and down his hard body and took in this gorgeous sight. I tried to memorize each and every curve, every piece of flesh, each of his nipples and veins. His flat hard belly was directly in front of me and he had a wonderful Apollo’s Belt which was very pronounced and these two veins formed an upside down triangle which started at his belly button and disappeared in to his Speedo’s.
He stood there with this huge grin on his face standing in a swimmer’s stance with one leg cocked forward. He was holding this white piece of cardboard in his hands. I wondered what it was for.
"OK now you will be the judge tonight John and here is your scorecard," he said handing me the piece of cardboard which I now saw he had written a large number 10.
I took the card from him and said with a nervous laugh, "Jed there is only one card here with only one number on it."
"Well I know I am a number 10 man so there is no problem is there?" he said laughing back at me.
As I was the judge I studied him very carefully letting my eyes roam around his perfect number 10 body. I was no longer afraid or nervous. His Speedo was small and skimpy and just the way I like them. Not that I hardly ever had a chance to see a guy in a Speedo in real life. His suit hardly covered any of his gorgeous body which was great as far as I was concerned. His body was absolutely and completely hairless. His legs had no hair, his chest had no hair, and his underarms had no hair that I could see. No treasure trail hair. His body looked as smooth as a baby’s bottom. He hooked his fingers into his Speedo and kind of pushed them down just a bit revealing smooth naked skin and no body hair. No pubes I thought. Holy shit I had never see a guy with no pubes.
I couldn’t really make out his dick or his balls as they were pushed into his crotch but God the rest of him was fine. I was smiling like the village idiot as I gazed upon this Greek God.
"Well so what do you think," he finally said. "What’s my score man?"
"Damn you are awesome Jed! I mean Awesome with a capital A." I said as I held up my card so he could see the number 10 written there. "I have never seen anyone look as fine as you look and as in shape. If I could give you a 10 plus I would but this is the only number I have to work with."
"Thanks," he replied. "Actually most everyone on the swim team has a great body and looks good. That is one thing about swimming it gets you in great shape!" he said strutting around the room so I could see his whole body. "This is a first for me man. I mean I have won lots of races but never won for my looks alone."
"You don’t have any body hair," I said. "Why is that? I don’t think I have ever see a guy with no body hair."
"Well they say body hair slows you down and when you are dealing with the times we have to deal with coach says better be safe than sorry." He ran his hands across his hard chest. "We have this trainer guy who works for the athletic department who shaves us in those hard to reach places he said with a laugh. They also have this special stuff kind of like Nair that was especially made for swimmers that most of us use. It keeps most of the hair off for about 6-8 weeks and then you have to use it again. I have gotten so used to being smooth that I can’t imagine what I would look like with hair," he said with his infectious laugh.
" So this guy that shaves you...um...does...um...he... well I mean does he shave your ass crack and balls and everything?" I said.
"Oh yeah he’ll shave anything you want shaved. We’re all pretty sure he’s gay but no one really talks about it and he never tries any funny business or he would get the shit beat out of him I expect." he said.
"So...well...um...how do you stop yourself from getting hard when he shaves you," I asked.
"Oh you just learn it I guess. I mean it would be like the end of the world if you got a hard on in front of everyone especially with him touching you. Jesus the guys would think you are gay too and then they would never swim with you again. You can’t ever do anything at all remotely gay or it would be the end. I mean the END!" he said with emphasis on the last word.
So why I wondered was he doing all this for me? What the hell was going on here?
I then watched as he pushed his hands down across his ribs and slid off his Speedo. He bent at the waist as he just pushed it down his legs stepping out of them and throwing them on the end of the couch. He was now completely naked standing there in front of me. My mouth dropped open as I stared at his exposed crotch. He had no pubic hair at all and no hair on his balls. His skin was so white and so smooth and looked so unusual to me. I had never ever seen a guy with no pubic hair. I mean that is what made a guy a guy wasn’t it?
He wasn’t shy or nervous as he let me look at his body. In fact he seemed to want me to look and take his beauty in. His balls we not at all hangers or low hangers. They were small and kind of just one big ball but they had been shaved so smooth as were his thighs. His cock would be considered small in most circles but it was not at all hard so it was hard to tell what it might be like when it was fully hard. It looked to me to be about 2 inches of scrunched up skin with wrinkles and folds of skin. The head of his cock was reddish in color and was also in proportion to his cock.
He wasn’t at all hard but he was gorgeous! I had never seen a cock this close up before except of course for my own. It had been a long time since my days of being in a locker room with the guys. I still could not believe that he was standing there in front of me completely naked! Damn this was good! I couldn’t smell any of his musky man scent and I thought to myself he probably had washed himself before coming into the living room.
I wish he hadn’t but I couldn’t change that right now. I sort of gasped and mumbled, "so this trainer guy I mean you let him hold your cock and stuff while he shaves you?"
"Yeah," he laughed, "how else would he do it?"
"Shit you mean there are other guys standing around while he does it or does he do it alone by yourself?" I asked.
"Hell no we aren’t alone man. That would be too much. Nothing can happen if we are all standing around making wise with each other. We all have to be there which I guess makes it easier to not get a woodie as we can’t let each other see us hard or anything." he said.
"So what do you think Tom?" he asked leaning over to take his drink and have a sip.
"I think you are truly awesome man. I could sit here and look at you all day. I just can’t believe you don’t have any pubes man. I just can’t imagine myself without my pubes," I said. "I think you would have been a great model for one of those Greek statues."
"What else are you thinking?" he asked suggestively.
"Well to be truthful man I was....well...I was....I was thinking that I wouldn’t mind that job as a trainer if I got to shave your cock and balls," I said with a weird grin on my face. Oh shit I couldn’t believe I had just said what I said!
"Are you fucking serious," he asked??? "you want to touch my cock and balls.
I thought he might be upset but he was smiling as he turned and ran from the room. I heard him go into the bathroom and then he came back into the living room carrying a Bic disposable razor, a can of shaving cream and a small towel.
"Here why don’t you try it then," he asked as he held the razor out to me. "You can practice on me and see if you like it. Maybe I’ll give you the job if I like your work," he said with a laugh!
I was sweating as I slid forward on the couch and took the razor and the can of shaving cream from his outstretched hand. I put the razor on the table and tried not to shake. I shook up the can of shaving cream and then pressed the button and shot some of the cream in the palm of my hand. I reached out my other hand and took his cock between my fingers and held it to the side and with the other hand spread some of the cream around the base of his cock and on his smooth already hairless balls.
He was watching me closely. As I held his cock he make a squirming motion and his breath became a bit more rapid. I gently squeezed his dick hoping he would begin to get hard and I could see him in his full glory. I picked up the razor and began to shave him making sure I never let go of his cock which I kept squeezing in a nonchalant way hoping he wouldn’t notice.
Oh my God I couldn’t believe what I was doing? How did this happen? Damn I liked this job.
He sort of croaked as he said, "Oh shit man I think you got the job.".
I knew that I could do anything I wanted to with him at this point. He wanted a blow job and I was going to give it to him. I dropped the razor to the floor and took the towel from his hand and wiped off all the excess shaving cream. I then dropped the towel on the table and took another drink from my glass upending it into my open mouth to give me the courage to do what I wanted to do.
I began to massage his balls and feel the eggs hiding within their sacs. They were hard and soft at the same time and as I gently squeezed them he moaned and squirmed with obvious delight. With my other hand I massaged his cock and ran my fingers over his smooth thighs and across his washboard abs as he grew harder and harder with every passing moment.
I loved this man oh damn I was in LOVE! I knew he would never love me but at least I could me his cocksucker if that is what he wanted from me. Finally his cock was as hard as it was going to get and it was about 5 inches long. It was beautifully shaped and the skin was velvety soft yet hard at the same time. He had a few pronounced veins running up and down the shaft from tip to bottom and the cock head was pulsing with blood. It really was the perfect penis for him. I knew he would never believe it but on him it was perfect. Why does every guy want a bigger cock than what he has?
"Not much of a cock is it," he said?
"I beg to differ with you man. I think it is gorgeous Jed. It is the exact perfect cock for you and for your body. It couldn’t be any more perfect." I said. "I know you don’t believe it but it is so true. It is in perfect proportions to your body."
"Well it the smallest of any of my friends and they have made fun of me my whole life. Pencil dick! HO Dick! I have heard them all. Jesus you should see Paul he has at least ten inches and Mike is about eight and Pete is at least seven. I just wish mine was a bit bigger." he said sadly. "I have tried every exercise in the book and even bought one of those suction vacuum pumps that is supposed to work but it only made me sore as hell."
"Jed I know this isn’t the answer you want but it is the size perfect for you. Perfect for Jed. And it is just perfect for me." I told him truthfully.
All this time I was stroking his cock and massaging his balls and he was obviously liking what I was doing. I pulled his cock down towards me using pressure to force it down towards his legs while I pulled it and tried to milk him and get some pre-cum to use as a lubricant. A few drops of pre-cum appeared at his piss slit and I rubbed them over his cock head and the shaft producing the expected results.
"OH SHIT THAT’S GOOD JOHN. OH DAMN THAT FEELS GOOD!," he moaned loudly.
My hand slipped and slid over the shaft and I leaned forward to take the head in my mouth. When my tongue hit the head of his cock he moaned again and pushed his hips forward towards my face. I licked all around the head and the lip of the head and he loved it and I loved it. My tongue was rough on the sensitive tip but he wanted more of what I had to give. I swallowed the entire head with no problem and continued to lick and press my tongue against his hard cock.
His shaft slid into my mouth with no problem and I swallowed it up to the base with ease. I stuck my nose into his smooth skin where normally there would be pubic hairs to content with. I thought well at least I won’t have them in my teeth and almost broke out in giggles thinking about that. I was finally home.
I finally had a man’s hard cock in my mouth and his balls in my hand. I was finally giving a blow job to a gorgeous guy. I withdrew and pressed forward and withdrew and forward over and over the skin of his shaft using my hand to squeeze the shaft to gain maximum pleasure for Jed. I wanted him to love what I was doing. I wanted to make him an addict if possible. I wanted to addict him to sex with me and my hands and my mouth. I wanted him to ask me back again and again to deliver the pleasure that only a man could give to another man. He squirmed and moaned and held my head gently as he fucked my mouth.
Before I knew what had happened I felt Jed tense his body muscles and felt hot sperm hit the back of my throat and I heard Jed cry out, "HOLY SHIT. OH DAMN I AM SO SORRY TOM. I COULDN’T HELP IT. I TRIED NOT TO CUM," as he spurted about 3 or 4 times into my waiting mouth. It was hot and delicious and creamy. It was a man’s cum. It was sweet and salty and so freaking good. Oh what a meal that was for me. I had been waiting for this moment for 56 years and now I was taking his cum in my mouth and tasting his man juices.
I used my hand to milk the final drops of cum out of his dick as he continued to spasm. All the while he was moaning and clenching his hips and abs. As he withdrew his cock from my mouth I licked over the incredibly sensitive head and sent shivers up and down his body.
"I am so sorry Tom. I have always been a quick shooter. I just can’t help myself. Michelle complains about it all the time. Usually I can fool her cause with my muscles I can keep fucking her long after I shoot my load but the second time is always slower." He was almost at the verge of tears as he slid to the floor on his knees before me.
He pressed his face towards mine and was soon tasting his jizz from my mouth as he kissed me. I took each side of his face in between my hands as we kissed deeply and exchanged tongues deep inside of our mouths. It was a great kiss as kisses go. It was the kiss of all kisses. I was in love! I never wanted it to stop but I knew that it must. We kissed for what seemed like an eternity but in reality was probably 5-8 minutes.
Finally he broke apart and then put his head in my lap as he cried softly. "That was so good. I have to hide my real feelings and it is so hard for me but I can’t let anyone know. They just wouldn’t understand and swimming is my life. Do you understand?"
"Yes Jed I understand. It’s OK really it is." I told him.
"I want someone to understand. It has been killing me to keep it a secret. Shit why can’t we be ourselves. What is everyone so fucking scared about their cocks? I met this guy this past summer at the beach and we spent one night together and it was so great. I had wanted to do this for so long and it just happened. It was only one night but I know that I like guys. I just can’t come out. The guys wouldn’t understand. My family wouldn’t understand. No one would understand. It hurts so much to keep it all bottled up and to have to hear the guys talk about fags and queers and know they are talking about me." he sobbed. "I just don’t know what to do."
"Come on Jed get up." I said as I stood up and pulled him up off the floor.
I got up and took his hand and led him across the room towards his bedroom and that waiting bed for a night that neither of us would ever forget. "I think I know just what to do Jed and I think you know just what you want to do".........
