Timmy Moves to CT and joins swim team
 

Part 1 - taken from partly true and partly fictional parts of my younger days. This is my first attempt at a story so comments (and flames) welcome). If you're looking for pure sex, skip this story.

Caroline and Ron Martin were smitten from the moment they first met at UCF (University of Central Florida) in Orlando during Freshman orientation. Both had been raised in strict Catholic families and neither had much experience in dating. Both were 18, Caroline just turning 18 a few weeks before.
Neither had “the talk” about sex from their parents and Caroline wound up pregnant that Freshman year. But no matter, they knew they were deeply in love. They got married and Timmy was born the following September. Ron continued and graduated with honors with a degree in banking and finance.

The couple struggled financially in those early years, with Ron taking a job at a local bank in Orlando. Finally, he got a terrific break as a Sr. Vice President at a bank in Hartford, Connecticut. In the winter with Timmy in 7th grade, they made the move to the tony suburb of Glastonbury.

Timmy was older for his grade by nearly a year due to his birthday falling just short of the school age cutoff for Kindergarten in Orlando. He also was raised with very strict Catholic family values and while Caroline and Ron had discussed that they needed to have “the talk” with Timmy, they both were very shy to talk about this subject with him so it was put off. Timmy was quite sheltered and naïve. Meanwhile, Timmy started getting those random erections constantly, hair had started to sprout around his privates and he started awaking to new feelings “down there”. He also had started to grow there quite a bit. But he knew nothing of things like masturbation and tended not to think about those types of things much in the past. While he heard words, he never fully understood what they meant.

The day the moving van arrived at their new house, he met another boy who lived in the house next door. Jimmy looked a bit younger but it turned out that he, too, had entered the 7th grade that year. The boys became fast friends, sharing video games with each other and became inseparable. It also turned out that they would share several classes together once Timmy entered school. Jimmy had started in swimming during his early years in elementary school and was quite successful. He had lots of ribbons of various colors and even some cool looking trophies in his room, Timmy thought. “Can you swim, Timmy?” asked Jimmy. “Well, yeah, pretty good,” replied Timmy. Jimmy says he should join the swim team. Timmy is open to the idea, but since swimming is already underway for the school year, Coach is going to have to approve it and give Timmy a special try-out if, indeed, Timmy will be permitted to join that year.

On the bus on the way home from school, Jimmy and Timmy are, of course, sitting together. “What did the coach say,” asks Timmy. “Good News” is the reply. Coach says we are really short on boys for the team and yes, Timmy could try out. “Coach says be at the pool 45 minutes before homeroom and you can do a try out.”

That evening Timmy has his knee length boardies in his backpack for the next day but something really cool is happening. Growing up so far in Florida, Timmy has never seen snow. And that evening, a major storm is forecast and the white stuff is coming down heavily by dinnertime. Timmy is SO excited. Timmy runs outside and with just the dusting, he tries to make a snowball. Jimmy is standing at the door laughing when he sees his close friend out there making a fool of himself. “Dude, you need to have snow on the ground before you can make a snowball!” Timmy laughs sheepishly and retreats back inside, not even wearing a jacket. Later that evening, the boys, properly dressed, managed to find enough snow to make some snowballs and have some fun – the very first time Timmy has been exposed to snow other than on TV or seeing it in pictures.

Early the next morning Caroline is checking the school closings – and Glastonbury is not closing for the 4 inches of snow they got. Because he had to be at school 45 minutes early, he could not take the regular bus, so Caroline agreed to get up early and drive him. Ron had gotten her all-weather tires for the Subaru, but truth be told, Caroline had never driven in snow before. Ron grew up in Chicago so he knew about it and gave her some verbal tips about drive slower than usual, slow down sooner when you have to stop, maintain greater distance from the car ahead of you, etc. Caroline took it all in nervously. Off Ron goes to work.

She gets Timmy breakfast and loaded into the Subaru and heeding Ron’s advice, drives backwards out of the garage onto the snow laden driveway very slowly. All is going well, she thinks, until she reaches the street where the snow plow had backed up a bunch of snow against the end of the driveway. Probably three feet wide and about 18 inches tall, this was much more packed snow than what was loose and flaky in the driveway. There also was a down-grade on the driveway into the street. She cautiously checked for traffic and slowly edges her way to the street. But that heavy packed snow grabs the car and stops it pretty much in its tracks. Ron didn’t tell her that you need to have some momentum to cut through that snow plow residue! She gives it a bit more gas…nothing. She gives it a bit more and the all-wheel-drive Subaru’s wheels begin to spin. Wow, that’s something she’s never had before. The car is not moving backwards at all but the wheels are turning. The all-weather tires are making a vibration she can feel in the seat. Unbeknownst to her, Timmy, wearing tight skinny jeans, felt the exact same vibration in his balls. He didn’t think a whole lot about it but he could tell his mom was pretty nervous.

Caroline recalls that in her driver class years earlier she learned about rocking a car if it got stuck. She never had practiced that before, it’s not something you need in Florida where she grew up. She tries going forward, up the driveway but it’s up hill, the car moves forward only a few inches and the wheels start to spin again. She eases it back and it moves again a few inches but maybe further than it was before. She manages to get a rhythm going, forward and backward but the spinning wheels are vibrating the seat and coupled with the forward and backwards motion, she was getting stimulation in her tight jeans that she had not ever felt before. Her breathing increases and Timmy hears an occasional soft moan. “You OK Mom”, he asks. “Yes Timmy, just trying to get the car out of this mess”. Her hand occasionally going to her crotch is not lost on Timmy who is feeling funny down there, too. Timmy dresses with his dick down, tucked in his briefs in front of and under his balls. He figures gravity pulls it that way when he’s standing so that’s how it goes in. This means both his balls and the head of his penis are pressed against the car seat inside of his tight skinny jeans. He doesn’t think anything of the boner he’s gotten because he gets them so often now that he’s 12. But something else is going on, he’s getting a tickling feeling from the vibration. All he knows is it feels good and when he presses on it – he likes the pressure.

Caroline continues to rock the car, forward and back, gaining some distance. Sometimes she just lets the wheels spin, trying to cut into the snow – to no avail. She’s not able to get the car back up the hill fully into the driveway and try to get a better running start, the wheels just spin. She tries to use just enough power to try to move the car without spinning the wheels but they always break loose. So she goes back and forward and backwards in rhythm. She notices his hand is up under his jacket. Is Timmy feeling it too, she wonders to herself because Carolyn is starting to feel like she is going to have an orgasm for reasons she cannot possibly comprehend and Timmy has gotten very quiet, no longer chatting with her (she didn’t want him babbling now anyhow, just trying to concentrate on getting the car unstuck).

She keeps it up for another minute and almost has it out the front of the driveway onto the street when Timmy says, “Mom – STOP, quick!” She stops and says, “Timmy, what’s wrong? I almost had it out of here.” “I gotta go to the bathroom real bad, Mom, it’s an emergency,” he replies. “Didn’t you go just before we got in the car? It’s only been 10 minutes”. “Yea, Mom, but I gotta go, I can’t explain it.” Little did Caroline realize that Timmy was also about to nut, something she could not comprehend on his part, either. It might have been just as well because she was about to lose her control and perhaps that wouldn’t have been easy to explain to Timmy. “Go at school, we’ll be there in 5 minutes”. That was the end of the conversation and with one more burst of power, she broke through and the rest of the trip was uneventful.

Timmy got to the pool, saw the coach in the office who told him to change into his swim suit and meet at the pool in 90 seconds – the ordeal with getting stuck made him a late. Coach was obviously and “on time” person. Timmy still has the lingering feelings from the car – and he’s hoping whatever it was – does not cause a boner while he’s doing his tryout! Timmy got out there and took directions from the coach and showed Coach Carl what he could do in the pool. Carl thought Timmy was ok – not terrific but that he would be trainable from what he could see. Truth be told, Carl would take pretty much any boy on the team who wanted to swim. He thought every boy should have the chance and he knew that not so many boys came out for swim team these days. He tells Timmy, “Congratulations, can you come to practice this afternoon after school?” Timmy said, “Yes Sir!”

To be continued....

Part 2

Timmy has a heck of a time concentrating on school that day. He decides after considerable thought that the feeling he had in the car was not needing to go pee, it had to be something else. But what? It felt really good. He is very confused – totally naïve and not understanding the new feelings in his 12 year old body. He contemplates this almost the entire day. And he thought something was definitely weird with his Mom when the car was stuck. The noises she made and her pressing in her lap – seemed so strange to him. Meanwhile, Caroline is at home, wondering much the same thing about herself. She never felt those feelings in a car before, but it certainly got her attention.

Timmy shows up at 2:30 after his last class and runs into his buddy Jimmy in the locker room. The boys are changing and Jimmy says, “You can’t wear those boardies on the team”. Timmy says it’s all he has. They proceed to practice – and Coach Carl stops Timmy – “You need your team speedos, Timmy, you can’t swim in those boardies plus they look ridiculous on a swim team. Jeff – take Timmy to the supply closet and get him a couple of team suits.” Jeff is a 9th grader, the highest class in the school and is now 14 and the team’s captain. Coach introduces the boys to each other and tell’s Jeff to show him the ropes. Jeff, being two years older than Timmy seems to be huge and very handsome. For 14, Jeff has developed a pretty good musculature from the swimming and weight lifting he does. It does not go unnoticed by Timmy who is thinking to himself, wow, will I look like that at 14? He also notices Jeff’s larger bulge in the tight maroon speedo he was wearing. He has to force himself to not stare.

As they are walking, Jeff explains to Timmy that you really should get a couple of practice suits and save these speedos for meets and special events but for today – you can wear the team suit. Sure enough, Timmy noticed the boys were all wearing different speedos for practice, one even had a Jammer on but Timmy didn’t know what they were called. Jeff tells Timmy where he can buy suits and they have team discounts. Meanwhile, in the supply room, Jeff guesses at Timmy’s waist size as 28 and hands him a 28 suit to start with and also a 26 to try on after that. The team suits are red TYRs with white sides and the team logo – a shark on the front towards one side. Timmy’s eyes are bugging out at how small the suit seems. Jeff says, “Tim, just try it on in here, it’s OK, then we don’t have to run back and forth to the locker room.” Timmy’s feeling a bit shy but removes his boardies to comply. He pulls up the first size 28 speedo which is snug on him. Jeff say, “Tie it, Timmy. How does it feel?” Timmy responds with “pretty good” but deep inside he starts to get that funny feeling he had in the car earlier this morning and now he’s worried about getting a boner in front of Jeff with no way to hide it. He starts growing. “Come here, let me check it for you,” Jeff says. Timmy complies and Jeff tugs on the suit, puts his fingers down the waistband a little, and tugs on the leg openings. All of this is making Timmy get more aroused which Jeff picks up on. “Timmy, don’t be scared, it’s OK, this happens when you try on speedos the first time. You will get better in them. But I think these are just a little loose on you for meets and loose is not good. They make you slower and also they don’t hold your parts as well when you, um, well, you know what I mean”, brushing Timmy’s boner which is sticking out a bit in the front. Timmy is now not only very hard but he’s got that tickle coming back again. That brushing felt amazing, Timmy thinks to himself, but it was probably just an accident as Jeff was getting up.
“Timmy, here, try the 26 on and see how that one fits you”. Timmy obediently takes off the size 28 suit and slides up the 26, meanwhile he’s pointing up in the air. This suit is definitely tighter on him. After checking it and tugging on it a bit, Timmy is having a hard time keeping himself in control, but he doesn’t really understand what’s happening. The tugging and checking of Timmy’s suit has taken him to a place he’s never been before, just like in the car that morning. Timmy doesn’t know what it is but he know it feels really nice. And he’s noticing that Jeff is boning his speedo as well. “You’re getting one too,” Timmy says. “Yea, I can’t help it when I see it on another guy, it just happens,” replied Jeff. “This is definitely the right size for you, it’s holding you in much better than the larger one.” “Yeah,” Timmy says with weak voice. Seeing Jeff’s length and the ridge around the head of his penis outlined in the tight maroon speedo, Timmy is getting very weak kneed, his breathing changes and his eyes glaze over. He’s so hard in his speedo that his penis is pulsing along with his heartbeat. That’s driving him to new levels of stimulation that he cannot control and a look of grimace comes across his face. “You OK, Timmy?” inquires Jeff. “No” whispers Timmy who then lets out a grunt and begins to fall. Jeff quickly grabs him and sits him on a bench nearby. The front of Timmy’s speedo is now soaked as he had his very first cum, and it was a load. “Timmy, you just shot in your new speedos!”

Timmy was both embarrassed and confused, not really knowing what happened, but he was also spent and had no energy. He just had to sit and rest for a minute.

To be continued...

I never did a story before - do you want more or is this falling flat?

Very good story. I like it. Please continue on with it. Love the innocence Timmy has through this. Would love to hear how Jeff tries to explain what happened.

Thanks, Speedomindedguy. A new chapter coming right now!

Timmy sat there – stunned – not knowing what just happened. He wasn’t sure what to think. “What do you mean I shot in my speedos?” asked Timmy. “Let’s get you to the shower – clean you up and get out to practice. Coach will be wondering if we got lost. We can talk about this later,” replied Jeff. Jeff put his arm around Timmy and led him to the shower.

“This never happened to you before, did it,” asked Jeff. “No.” “It’s perfectly normal, Timmy, we will talk about it after practice or whenever you want,” Jeff Added.

Things went pretty normally through the rest of practice – nobody had a clue of what went on in the supply room and it was just as well as far as Timmy was concerned. He now really felt he trusted Jeff and at least Jeff was looking out for him. Following practice, Jimmy and Timmy took the late bus home but Timmy was pretty quiet. He did admit to Jimmy that he enjoyed swim practice and thought the coach was really cool.

Timmy was noticeably quiet at dinner that night but once back up in his room he was replaying the events with Jeff back in his mind. He did remember one thing – the sensations he felt in his young but maturing body were simply amazing. And another thing was certain, he loved the feeling of his new team speedos and decided right then and there to put on his dry suit (the wet one was still drying out in his bathroom).

As soon as he pulled up the speedo – those feelings started up again and his manhood started getting hard. They were most pleasurable but Timmy couldn’t understand why something like this would give him these feelings. He walked over to his door which had a full length mirror on it. He liked what he saw – with his boner he could see his penis outline just like he could see it on Jeff and some of the other boys at practice. In fact, he found that quite stimulating. In his excited condition he could even see his ridge around the head – something he noticed quite clearly on Jeff earlier in the day. Timmy was feeling very manly even though he had not quite reached his 13th birthday yet. He also determined that he was going to corner Jeff the next day and find out more about what was going on. He took some solace that Jeff was going to somehow end all this confusion and explain things.

Timmy went back downstairs, wearing his speedo under his jeans (still offering him some really nice feelings) and told his parents about (part) of his first day on the swim team. Secretly he knew the tight speedo was concealing his boner. He announced that coach had given him a team suit to which his Mom said, "Oh bring it down and show us." Quickly thinking, Timmy went up to his bathroom and got the damp suit from practice and brought it down. “Wow, Tim, that looks like the ones they wear in the Olympics!,” his Mom blurted out. “Yeah,” Timmy said, “they are really cool”. He then said that he needed to get a couple of practice suits at the sporting goods store. His Mom offered to take him after school to shop and make sure he got the right size but somehow that really seemed to embarrass Timmy, who was not quite ready to parade a speedo in front of his Mom so he respectfully declined and asked if he could just go alone and do it. Mom said fine and gave him $40 which might be enough for two practice suits if he chose carefully.

The next day passed painfully slowly for Timmy as he anxiously awaited time for swim team practice. He bounced from his last class to the school’s pool with his swim bag in hand. Jeff is in the locker room and Timmy walks up to him and whispers, “Jeff, can we talk after school today?” “Sure, Tim. Meet me here after practice. You gonna be OK today in the meanwhile?” “I sure hope so,” grins Timmy. Timmy manages to keep it together for most of practice but does raise a major boner after he gets the suit on and heads to the shower. But he’s not the only boy that gets that way – he sees another boy with a big boner and that makes him feel better but also a bit more stimulated.

After practice, the boys rendezvous in the locker room and it turns out that Jeff lives three blocks from Timmy, but they are on different bus routes. “Why don’t you come home with me on the late bus and we can talk,” Jeff says, “and you can walk home from my house.” It’s a plan and they arrive at Jeff’s and nobody will be home for nearly 2 hours as his parents are both at work. The conversation starts in the kitchen over cookies and milk. “So Timmy, what can I tell you, offers Jeff.” “Jeff, I need to know what’s happening to me, I’m so confused with these feelings and I sure can’t ask my Mom or Dad and I'm really embarrassed even talk to you about it” “Tim, I know just what you’re feeling, I had exactly those feelings when I was starting in swim two years ago and I was also very confused. Let’s go up to my room and put on our speedos and talk about it.”

“Wow,” Timmy asks, “You wear them in your room when you don’t have to?” “Yeah, all the time, Timmy! I love the feelings and then I often have to jerk off in them”. Timmy’s face scrunched up – “Jerk off?” “OK Timmy, I guess we have more than one afternoon’s explaining to do for you but let’s get going”.

The boys get changed into their speedos – both wearing the identical team suits and lay on Jeff’s bed. Jeff starts explaining – “Tim, you’re getting feelings already, right, sort of like a bit of a tickle inside you?” “Yeah, exactly,” Tim says. Jeff goes on to explaining how males get excited and get boners and how we cum or ejaculate. In short, all the “stuff” about the birds and the bees that he never got from his Mom and Dad at home. Timmy’s taking it all in. After the explanation, Tim asks, “But what has this got to do with speedos and how they make us feel”. Jeff goes on to explain how the tightness of the speedos on the male parts, the sleek feel of the fabric and how we know we are on display and we see it on other guys, it’s all part of the stimulation. “Jeff, but how come I shot in my speedos yesterday without even rubbing it, asks Timmy”

To be continued

Part 4

By now Timmy is feeling like Jeff is a really good friend, more special even than a big brother. Timmy totally trusts him and feels so happy that he can discuss these personal things with Jeff that he can’t ask anyone else.

Timmy was so consumed with his chat with Jeff that he never got to the sporting goods store to get his new practice speedos. And getting more speedos is something he finds very exciting and can’t wait. He feels less strange about it when he was in Jeff’s room and Jeff allowed Timmy to peak in his dresser drawer where there must have been 25 pairs in various colors in briefs, square cuts and jammers. Timmy can’t wait until his next visit when Jeff promised to give him a fashion show and even let Timmy try on a few although he knew that they might be a bit large for him.

But time ran out and during the chat, Timmy knew he was very close to again blowing in his speedos without touching himself. He could see that Jeff was aroused as well. It was arranged – Timmy could come over again the next day and the talk would continue.

Timmy managed to get through the evening and another day at school where all he could think about was going to Jeff’s. At practice Jimmy felt like he was being ignored by Timmy who seemed all taken with trying to hang with Jeff and the older boys. And it’s another practice where Timmy is boned almost the whole time thinking about Jeff and their talk. The only thing saving him from blowing his load is the cool pool water.

Upon the arrival at Jeff’s, the routine continues with the cookies and milk. “So Jeff, how is it I shot now a couple of times in my speedos without rubbing it?” asks Timmy. “Does that happen to you?” “Yes, Timmy, to me and some others as well. But some boys are more sensitive to it than others. Some boys don’t have it happen to them”. “Oh,” responds Timmy. I thought you said yesterday that you had to jack it go make it go off.” “True, Timmy, I did say that. But it can happen by itself and maybe we will have some fun together and make it happen like that.” “Way cool, Jeff, I’d love that,” pipes up the ever exuberant Timmy.

Upstairs in Jeff’s room, he asks Timmy if he wants to try on one of Jeff’s speedos. Timmy about bursts – “oh man!” The drawer is so full of speedos, Timmy has a hard time deciding which one he wants. Jeff offers some advice and shows Timmy a few that he had left over from 2 years ago when he was in Timmy’s class that he didn't wear much anymore. “These might fit you better, they are your size,” says Jeff. Timmy picks a bright yellow one with some white trim and starts to strip down to put it on. “Which do you want me to wear?” asks Jeff. More decisions for Timmy who finally pulls out a black and red jammer technical suit. “What’s this?” asks Timmy. “A technical suit for meets but I don’t wear it at the school meets because coach wants us in the team suit. I wore this for a summer league last year”. Jeff stripped down as Timmy totally watched Jeff’s cock and balls. Jeff’s a bit chubbed up from all the talk. He pulls on the jammer, looking very hot in it. Timmy is equally hot in the revealing small yellow speedo Jeff has loaned him. Timmy feels like he’s about as hard as he’s ever been but still a good inch or more shorter and thinner than Jeff’s manhood. He also realizes that Jeff's cock was in this speedo where his is nestled now.

“Hey Timmy, do you want to see how you can shoot in your speedo without touching, again?” asks Jeff. “Sure”, Timmy says. “Ok, we will do it. You just relax and listen and answer my questions but don’t touch yourself.” “Does the yellow speedo feel tight on you? Is it as tight as your team speedo? Come over here, let me see if it’s giving you good support.” Jeff reaches to Timmy and cups his bulge in the palm of his hand and Timmy lets out a soft moan. Then he takes a couple of fingers and traces Timmy’s length pressing to see if his penis is being held firmly against his body by the yellow speedo. “You are really big there for your age, Timmy and you have a big head. See how it’s hugging your body and not sticking out even with a boner? That’s how you know it’s supporting you properly.” All Timmy could muster was to shake his head. He’d never experience that feeling before of someone really touching his member, other than the quick brush he got in the supply room.

Jeff stood up. “Here, feel mine the same way, you can feel how it’s fitting in my jammer.” Timmy immediately complied, giving his friend even a bit more attention than Jeff gave to Timmy. Timmy had never felt another boy’s penis before, if you could call this feeling it. “Hey, Timmy, you got a bit of a wet spot,” announces Jeff. “What’s that from,” Timmy asks. “It happens when you get aroused like this. Are you feeling like you’re getting a little too close to shooting?” “No, I’m ok,” says Timmy.

“Ok then, let’s continue, “Jeff says”. “So Timmy, are you noticing how the guys on the team are pointing in their speedos – up, down, sideways?

To be continued

Great continuation of the story. It's great that Timmy has a friend that can help him with all these questions and feelings. Please continue.

I'm also really liking this story - please continue. I must admit being as innocent and naive as Timmy. I was also 12, and it felt good touching myself 'down there' while in my briefs. One evening, I suddenly had to pee - uncontrollably. But what came out was not piss, it was a couple gobs of thick, creamy white stuff. I had no idea on earth what it was, but it frightened me terribly. I thought one of those things inside me - a liver? kidney? spleen? - had ruptured and I would be dead within minutes. And my parents would find me with that white stuff in my briefs and know I had been touching myself, which had caused whatever it was inside me to rupture. What a shameful way to die. Five, ten, fifteen minutes went by and I was still alive, so went to the bathroom to clean up, but still expecting death was imminent. Somehow I survived.....

....and, very gradually, learned to enjoy yourself!

please continue

Part 5 and thanks for the encouraging comments!

Jeff quickly put a halt to the activity – not because he didn’t like it but he didn’t want to get over-stimulated himself or have Timmy get the same way. He was going to show Timmy how it was possible to shoot in the speedo without touching himself (as hard as it might be for Timmy not to touch himself).

“So, Tim, I have to assume you’re getting feelings, right? I call those Speedo Feelings”. “Oh man, yeah,” replies Timmy. “OK, so tell me what you are secretly looking at when we’re all on deck or climbing out of the pool,” asks Jeff. “Um, nothing, I’m not looking,” a slightly scared Timmy declares. “Oh sure, I see you and I know you’re looking and I’ve seen you check me out every chance you get,” says Jeff. “It’s OK, I look too, and I know what I’m looking for and I know what I see, and I bet you do too, don’t be shy.” “I want you to tell me every detail you see.” “You’re right, Jeff, I do peek but I don’t stare,” claims Timmy. “I can’t help it. I just have to look. I see more on some boys than others. Some I can’t see hardly anything, maybe a tiny bump and some I see the length, balls and sometimes I see that thing on the end, you know, like you said you saw on me.” “Right Timmy, the head,” says Jeff. “The head is where you get a lot of the feelings from your speedo and just below that on the bottom side. Right here,” as Jeff reaches over and barely touches the area below Timmy’s ridge – causing Timmy to do a deep inhale. “See, that’s very sensitive there. Do you feel the pressure from the speedo on that area?” Timmy shakes his head, having trouble talking at that point. “Timmy, I see you have a wet spot, I’m guessing you’re pretty cranked up right now?” “Yes” Timmy feebly whispers. “Are you feeling that tickle?” asks Jeff. “Yes” Timmy declares. “OK you tell me if you get really close, ok?”

Jeff continues with Timmy trying to drive him to the brink to show him how it can happen when you don’t touch yourself. “Timmy, do you get feelings in your speedo when you look at those boys who are showing? Do you feel it in your penis especially near the head and that area I just touched? Are you thinking to yourself, don’t get a boner, but it starts to grow anyhow?”

Through all these questions and more, Timmy can only muster either a whisper “yes” or a small shaking of his head in the affirmative. “Timmy do you feel like you want to touch some of them? And you want them to touch you? I can see your penis pulsing with your heartbeat in your speedo, do you feel the pulsing in it? The very slight movement of your head in there against the speedo fabric is taking you closer, isn’t it?” Timmy responds with a very raspy “Yeah”. “I can see how that speedo is working on you, your wet spot has grown and I can hear it in your breathing, you’re going to blow, aren’t you?” “Yes” whispers Timmy. “Timmy, did you know that guys are looking at your speedo and seeing your cock showing in it? They see your boner and your length, your head ridge and they get feelings, too.” “Oh, oh, oh,” grunted Timmy as he arched his back – with Jeff holding his hands from touching himself. Seeing Timmy blow his load in his speedo is more than Jeff can take and he starts pulsing in his speedo, letting out a far bigger load than Timmy’s. Both boys were laying there on the bed, panting, trying to catch their breath.

To be continued.

Another wonderful chapter. I await to find out what questions from Timmy will follow...

Another very stimulating chapter - very hot! Both boys losing control that way.

cool!
 

Exciting. Thanks.

Freakin' hot!
 

Oh man, I spermed off in my briefs reading this! Just rocking my hips back and forth and letting friction and precum do their work on me.

Great story. Love 2 hear more

Part 6 - and THANKS!! for the great comments.

Both boys were totally spent from the experience and Jeff realized it be like 45 minutes from when his parents would be getting home. He woke Timmy who had fallen asleep and suggested they both jump in Jeff's shower and clean up their respective messes. "Awesome, awesome, awesome," was all Timmy could say about the experience. "Timmy, not all boys can do that, but many can and I thought you probably could," said Jeff.

The boys jump in Jeff's shower and have a great time lathering each other and, being teens (or on the cusp) they are both boned up from the experience. Timmy wants more but Jeff told him that there was just not enough time - but the next day he had a treat in mind. "What treat, Jeff?" asks Timmy. "A good treat but it's a secret for now. By the way, Tim, you got much more hair there now than I did when I was your age and you're better hung than I was back then," which made Timmy grin with satisfaction. "I started getting hair about 6 months ago and it really came in fast but I still don't have any in my pits," declared Timmy.

Timmy ran home in great anticipation of the secret for the following day. He got home, ran up to his room and put the yellow speedo he got from Jeff back on - even though it was still damp from the shower. At least it was rinsed out and the evidence of their spontaneous cumming session was gone. Timmy loved how he looked in the mirror and how he felt wearing his friend's speedo. And the yellow - wow - how it outlined his manhood. He was determined he would wear that suit to practice the following day. All this got him horned up again which started yet another jerk off session before dinner.

To be continued.

Boned... still
 

Ummm.....soapy hands all over soapy bodies....

So will poor Jimmy ever get to play as well? He's probably feeling a bit deserted by this time.

Part 7

Timmy’s days seem to go slowly as he struggles to concentrate on school work. He had been an A student and he was a pretty smart kid but he found himself distracted by all these new sensations in his body. The bell from the final class finally rings as he heads off to the pool with his gym bag.

Today was the first time that he wore a speedo different than the team one that Coach had Jeff issue Timmy. He would wear the yellow one that Jeff had loaned him. Timmy hopes he can try to control himself as he strips and puts on the yellow speedo because he felt himself chubbing up a bit, nothing major but the feelings were there.

“Timmy, where did you get that speedo, it looks really hot on you,” said Jimmy as they ran into each other entering the shower. “Oh, I just got it,” replied Timmy, not wanting to admit it really came from Jeff. Timmy was keenly aware that in yellow, his outline was pretty well displayed and he decided that he was pretty pleased how it looked. Jeff walked in, “lookin’ good there, Timmy!” By now, Timmy was starting to get a little embarrassed by all the attention because many of the other guys on the team were now in the shower and making comments or just looking at him. What he also noticed was a few of the guys were starting to sport boners of their own which of course got Timmy’s cock more aroused. Just then Timmy remembered what Jeff had told him – if a guy sees another guy boning in his speedo, that it often gets you boning too and that was certainly happening to him and several of the other boys, including both Jeff and Jimmy. Now all Timmy has to do is get into the water fairly quickly before he gets in more trouble.

But that is not to be, Coach has all the boys on the deck to give them information about a meet coming up on Saturday – it will be a home meet. Timmy can’t keep his eyes off the other guys and notices at least 5-6 of them seemed to be boned and doing their best to tug at their speedos trying to adjust it out, to no avail. Timmy really feels exposed and he can feel how hard he is. “When can we get in the water,” he thinks to himself.

The rest of the practice goes pretty well. Jimmy asks Timmy if he’s coming home on the regular late bus (not with Jeff) and Timmy says yes because he’s feeling like he’s not been a good friend to Jimmy all week. On the bus Jimmy quietly says “Wow, dude, you were totally boned in that new yellow speedo of yours, I could see everything.” Jimmy, not really knowing what to make of it says, “Yea, I couldn’t help it but I noticed you got boned, too”. “Yeah, because of your boner,” remarked Jimmy. “You gotta practice wearing your speedos more in your room, it might help you from getting boned all the time,” says Jimmy. “That’s what I do especially when I get a new one, I have to, before I wear it to the pool.”

As soon as the boys get home, Timmy sneaks out the side door, away from Jimmy’s house and books it to Jeff’s. Timmy explained to Jeff why he went home first and asked, “do you wear new speedos in your room to get more used to them before you go to the pool?” “Yea, of course, lots of us do and from the looks of things to, you should have gotten more used to that yellow speedo. Oh – and by the way, you can keep it, I don’t wear it now because it’s too tight on me.” “Wow” was all Timmy could muster. “Thanks!”

“So what’s the surprise you said we would have today?” inquires Timmy. “Oh, right, you’re going to try on a bunch of my speedos today, would you like to do that?” “Man, yeah!” “OK, come on over to my drawer and let’s pick out some to try.” Five or six suits are pulled out and Jeff says, “put them on one at a time and I’ll check your fit and we’ll see how they do on you. Some will be too big on you since I’m a size larger.” The first, a nice green TYR is now on Timmy and he proudly stands in front of Jeff and does the “twirl” so Jeff could inspect. Jeff places his fingers in the waistband, checks the leg openings, the back and then says, “let’s see how the support is for you in these” as he runs a couple of fingers up and down Timmy’s length. “This is not too bad on you, Timmy, you could wear this.” Timmy shudders a bit as he’s being checked on for proper support in the front of the speedo and they walk over to Jeff’s mirror to check it out better.

“Let’s try this red TYR next. It’s a 32 and it’s not tight on me, I barely get by with it,” says Jeff. Timmy puts on the red suit and immediately it’s evident he’s not getting support in the front as he’s tenting the suit. “Um, Timmy, you got a little problem there, or maybe it’s a big problem” as Jeff gently grabs Timmy’s cock protruding at about a 45 degree upward angle and strokes it through the fabric. “This is what happens when you wear a suit that is too loose and can’t support you,” says Jeff. “It can be kinda dangerous.” “Show me again, Jeff,” says Timmy, as Jeff proceeds to stroke him through the size 32 TYR suit.

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Fun story. I was similar to swimmboy. I had my first time just after my 13th birthday. I was laying on my bed before swim practice one morning and started rubbing myself through my swimsuit. I got that feeling and then I started to pulsate and stuff started shooting through the material. I wasn't sure what I had done. I didn't tell anyone. I just went in the bathroom and washed my suit off and waited for my boner to go away.

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STS - that is EXACTLY what happened to me. I thought I ruptured something, I was really scared at first, but I do remember that it felt AWESOME.

Part 8

Timmy placed his hands on Jeff’s shoulders and leaned in a bit as Jeff stroked him through the red TYR suit that offered Timmy no support to hold his boner in. Timmy was breathing hard as Jeff decided to skip the rest of the try-ons and just let Timmy release. Jeff sensed that Timmy was getting real close and stopped stroking. “Jeff, please don’t stop,” begs Timmy. “I’m just trying to help you enjoy it longer, you can stretch it out a bit,” Jeff responds. He continues but very slowly trying to edge Timmy who hasn’t learned control yet and within a few more seconds despite Jeff’s very slow manipulations, explodes in the silky smooth suit. Jeff really enjoyed feeling the younger boy’s cock slightly expanding, growing even harder in this grasp, and then feeling it pulsing as it let loose the juice from his balls, Timmy moaning away, holding Jeff by the shoulders to keep from falling as he was weak-kneed from his powerful ejaculation.

Later that afternoon Timmy received a text from Jimmy who wanted to know if Timmy can have a night over. Wow, Timmy’s head is spinning. The text read: nite-over my house – 7pm – lets practice in my rm K? Timmy who was just recovering from getting back from Jeff’s and looking forward to the swim meet the following day was already thinking how awesome it would be to wear speedos in Jimmy’s room with him – maybe not as much fun as wearing them with Jeff, but – maybe? Timmy ran to his mom and got the OK and texted back “c u 7”.

The next 90 minutes took forever in Timmy’s mind. He quickly finished some homework even though it was Friday, he donned the yellow speedo from Jeff, and put on his jeans over it (Timmy loved wearing his speedos under his jeans and enjoyed the feelings it gave) and rushed through dinner. His parents took it that he was just excited to be having his first night over at a friend’s house.

After playing some Xbox games, Jimmy said, “ok let’s practice in our speedos.” The boys shed their jeans and both were wearing their speedos underneath, but leaving their shirts on due to it being winter. Seeing Jimmy already boned up, it took Timmy but a few seconds to be equally hard. After some initial shyness about taking, the boys finally broke the ice and both were relieved to realize they each shares the same feelings and very similar fantasies about their speedos and how “getting used to them” was simply a ruse for wearing them. They engaged in talking about what they were seeing on the other guys at school and what they thought of each of the swimmers and how they looked in their speedos. Finally it was time for some physical activity as Jimmy suggested, “let’s wrestle.” They shed their shirts and were wearing nothing but their speedos as they each grappled. Timmy had a slight size and weight advantage but Jimmy was incredibly limber and strong, offsetting that advantage. Finally, Timmy gets Jimmy pinned on his back and Timmy lays on top with their bulges quite close. “You got one,” says Jimmy as he felt the older boys boner on his thigh. “Yea, what about it, dude,” says Timmy who rubs his bulge on top of Jimmy’s. Jimmy managed to get out of the trap and flips his friend over and as they grapple, Jimmy’s bulge lands right on Timmy’s face, taking Timmy by surprise. Timmy doesn’t quite know what to do and manages to right himself, sitting right over Jimmy’s bulge. Jimmy can see Timmy’s speedo and says, “Dude, did u pee a bit?” “No, man, that’s leakage, I didn’t pee, explains Timmy.”

In reality, both boys were pretty worked up and had wet spots, Jimmy didn’t realize that could happen. He’d jerked off and gotten a little spunk but never had a wet spot before. Jimmy decides to be bold, “Dude, do u ever jerk in your speedos?” “Um, er, well, yeah, I have, why?” “Well,” Jimmy says, “seeing you showing in that yellow speedo makes me need to. I can’t believe how you show in it, I saw you showing in it at practice today and I knew I had to see you in it again and, well, I wanted to feel it on you.” With both boys feeling really horned up, Jimmy reached over and gave his friend a rub on the front of his speedo which in turn made Timmy want to do the same. “Man, Timmy, you feel so big in there, I hope mine grows that long soon!” The boys then lay side by side on Jimmy’s bed feeling each other and talking and getting closer and closer to release in their tight speedos. “Jimmy, I’m gonna shoot if you don’t stop,” says Timmy.

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Part 9

Sleep came more easily to Timmy following their speedo jerk-off session. The boys slept in their damp speedos but that wasn’t the first (or last) time swim team guys did that. The anticipation of the upcoming swim meet the following morning also had them having a hard time getting to sleep.

Morning finally came and after breakfast, Jimmy’s Mom took both boys to school for their home swim meet. They hit the locker room, donned their red and white TYR team suits, showered and were shortly with the coach who was giving them the pep talk and answering some questions. Timmy knew what events he would be swimming and was in two events with Jimmy and one with Jeff, and that would be the Relay. The boys took to the bleachers and Timmy couldn’t take his eyes off all the other team’s boys in their bright blue suits. He thought they looked awesome. It was also a mixed meet, there would be middle and high school boys and girls at this meet which would go on for most of the day.

What really got Timmy’s attention was when the buff high school boys started filing onto the deck area. They looked so muscular and fit – and – well, many of them really looked packed in their speedos! That did not escape Timmy’s view, nor did it get by Jimmy who seemed to be quite concentrated on the views. Jeff was sitting with the guys in his class, a few rows away from Timmy and Jimmy. Timmy thought Jeff looked hung in his speedo but these high school boys – wow. He couldn’t help it, it was having an effect on him and both he and Jimmy were sporting boners. Noticing his friend’s boner Timmy was less shy to quietly say in Jimmy’s ear, “Dude, do you see the cocks on those high school swimmers – they are huge!” The meet suits were really tight on these guys and not much was left to imagination-they were definitely showing what they had.

After a few minutes the announcement came on the PA that the swimmers were cleared to enter the warm-up area of the pool which was a relief to both boys. “I really need to jerk,” Timmy quietly admitted to his friend. “No, we can’t do that, but here’s a trick, follow me,” said Jimmy. He escorts Timmy over to one of the pools side jets. “Check this out” as he stands in front of the jet, the water hitting just the right spot. The boys acted like they were just standing in the water, but now Timmy was getting jerked off by the pool jet which was just perfectly aimed at the front of his speedo, sharply spraying the head of his penis. It took about 30 seconds when Jimmy could tell from Timmy’s facial expression, the job was done. “Let me in there,” Jimmy whispers. Jimmy goes through the same thing and now both boys are hopeful that they can get through the meet without boners, especially on the starting blocks.

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I'm brand new here and it's almost as thought the author was present during my younger days when I was on a boys swim team and had these same experiences! BEAUTIFUL STORY. Can't wait to read more!

Part 10

None of the poolside shenanagans escaped Jeff who seemed to know when anyone was looking at other guys or even working the pool’s waterjets. He made a mental note when he caught the boys working that waterjet. The meet progressed without further incident and the boys dodged the boner bullet on the starting blocks, probably due to sheer fear. During a break, Jeff walked over to where Jimmy and Timmy were sitting and said, “We could sure use some extra hands after the meet helping to clean this place up, are you guys game?” Not exactly thrilled by the prospect, they didn’t look or sound too enthusiastic. “Trust me,” offers Jeff, “It will be fun and it will be worth your time at the end.” “I guess,” was the skeptical response from the two boys, but Jeff’s big smile had them wondering what this was all about.

The meet ended and coach directed the boys to the tasks at hand, thanking them and Jeff for the new recruits. Jeff, being the team captain, along with a crew of 6 boys made fast work of getting the equipment put up, trash collected and within about 20 minutes, the boys had the place looking as good as it did before the meet. “Jeff, you be the last to leave and make sure the door is latched, I’ll lock it now and thanks, everyone for your help,” says Coach, “I’m leaving now.”

“Guys, let’s shower,” proclaims Jeff. All six boys, strutting in their red and white team TYR suits, head to the large shower room. This was an older school and had not yet installed individual shower stalls often with curtains, but rather had a center post with a bunch of heads and shower heads also lined the walls of the 30 foot square room. Much to the surprise of Timmy and Jimmy, the older boys all strip out of their suits and were starting to lather up naked. “Hey pussies,” yells Jeff, “lose the speedos or we’ll pantz you wussies.” Timmy and Jimmy immediately followed orders and noticed the others were in various states of arousal which immediately got them going.

Then their jaws dropped when they saw one of the older boys move in towards Jeff with his hands all soaped up and started stroking Jeff’s moderately erect penis, bringing it to full erection. Jeff responded by getting his hands lathered up and started what looked like – was it? Really? Yes, Timmy was certain they were jerking each other off!! One of the other boys signals Timmy over who timidly goes and gets the same treatment from one of the other 9th graders. “I’ve jerked off at home thinking about your speedo boners at practice,” Scott quietly whispers in Timmy’s ear. “And at practice when you wore that yellow speedo, I nearly shot when I saw you.” “I saw your boner, “Timmy whispered, it looked really hot in your speedo.” Moments later, Jimmy and another 9th grader were jerking together. Jeff told Timmy, “Nobody is to know we do this after clean-up, got that – nobody!” Scott admonished Jimmy the same thing and both boys shook their heads in acknowledgement. Both boys enjoyed the feelings of the older boys jerking them and also were very turned on being able to play with an older boy’s larger cock, although Scott was probably only 1/2 inch longer than Timmy but a bit thicker. Both boys had huge releases as they could only last a minute under the manipulations of the older boys.

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Part 11

Scott and Timmy hit it off and the following Monday at practice Scott couldn’t help but notice Timmy was once again wearing that nearly see-through yellow suit that really molded to his body, especially when wet. And Timmy couldn’t help but get a little excited as he knew he was showing and pretty proud of it. During a lull in the practice Scott asked Timmy if he wanted to come over to his place after school and hang out a bit – and Timmy really liked the idea that he was being considered a peer to some of the 9th graders, so he quickly accepted. “Bring your speedos,” Scott said. Timmy felt something quiver in his speedo at that thought.

At Scott’s house, which was empty except for the two boys, Scott announced, “Let’s practice in our speedos.” “Mine’s still wet,” said Timmy. “No problem, I have plenty, you can wear one of mine, it’s better if you wear a new one because you have to get used to its feel,” proclaimed Scott.

Timmy picked out a very nice light green Nike suit and the boys proceeded to change into them, again leaving their shirts on due to it being winter. “How’s it fit, Timmy?” “Um, fine, I think, do you, ah, want to check it for me,” asks Timmy? Scott checked the waist and placed his fingers just inside, inspecting the back, feeling Timmy’s butt, and last checks the leg openings. “Looking good there, Tim, you look great in it” proclaimed Scott. Timmy secretly was hoping that Scott would check the front which now had full evidence of Timmy’s excitement in wearing Scott’s speedo, and being with Scott in their speedos. “You want to know how they should fit, check mine, Timmy, mine is just the right fit,” said Scott. Timmy obliged and did exactly the same on Scott that he did on Timmy, but after checking the leg openings, did a careful check of the front, rubbing his fingers up and down Scott’s length which was beginning to firm up under the touch. “Checking to see if you’re getting good support here, Scott, and it seems like this suit is holding you ok,” said Timmy. Scott was positioned mostly up in his speedo. “You should make sure it still holds you when you are fully hard,” Scott stated. Timmy continued to check the front of Scott’s speedo, noticing all the details of his erect penis – including the head and the vein on the underside showing through, further exciting Timmy. “Looks like it’s holding you ok, still,” said Timmy as he believed Scott to be fully hard. “This is bulging out a little though,” as Timmy rubbed just the head area and he could hear Scott’s breathing change just a bit. “Yeah, Timmy, I have a big head and it does that but this suit fits me well.”

By now Timmy had a small wet spot showing because he was pretty excited with what he was doing. “Timmy, do you want to learn to have a little more control in your speedo so you don’t shoot so easily,” asked Jeff? “Well, it does feel good, but yeah, there are times I’m scared it’s gonna go off on me when I don’t want it to,” admitted Timmy. “OK stand here in front of me, put your hands on my shoulders, arms outstretched,” ordered Scott. Timmy quickly stands in position. “That suit doesn’t quite hold you with a full boner, does it,” said Scott. “No, but it almost did,” replied Timmy. Scott reached down and with this thumb and two fingers, takes Timmy’s knob in hand through the Nike suit. Timmy jumped a bit at first but settled down. “Just relax and fight off that urge to shoot. I’m going to just keep steady pressure on your head and you just try your best not to let it loose.” Timmy could feel the excitement building inside him and very soon had to start trying to hold back. “Relax, Timmy, relax your muscle don’t let it tighten up,” said Scott. “You can do it.”

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Part 12

Timmy felt the juices starting to boil within him. Each time he moved it increased the stimulation, but Scott was holding him perfectly still. Timmy’s breathing increased. “Fight it Timmy, you stay in control,” commanded Scott. Then it’s like Timmy caught a second wind and he relaxed just as he thought the inevitable was going to happen. “I think I’m ok now, it passed,” said Timmy. Scott kept the pressure even on Timmy’s cock head but Timmy seemed to have regained his control. “That’s good, Timmy, you are doing it,” replied Scott. “But now, I’m going to make you fight again,” said Scott. “Do you know how much you show in that yellow speedo at practice?” asked Scott? “Do you know we can all see everything on you – how big you are there, how long you are, your cock head outline, you’re not being fair to the other guys who are trying to stay in control in their speedos, you’re making us bone when we see it on you. Do you like showing off like that Timmy, do you want us to see your cock outline?” asked Scott. This got Timmy back to the brink, his breathing increased, he felt like he was getting critically close. “I can’t hold it, Scott,” answered Timmy, “it’s getting away from me again.” “Fight it,” was all Scott said. Scott then moved his fingers slightly, changing the grip he had on Timmy’s knob and among the moans, Timmy let out a low grunt as Scott felt the penis in his fingers pulse as Timmy grasped Scott’s shoulders for stability as once again his knees got weak as his cum pulsed into the Nike suit he was wearing as he lost the battle of control.

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Part 13 (and thank you Vega1210 and a speedo minded guy for your comments!)

Thinking that night at home, Timmy decided this lesson was helpful – he had had it either explode on him at practice or at the meet, or felt like it’s about to go off on him – all without touching but rather the stimulation coming from his mind. He thought he would take Scott up on the offer to have more sessions to help learn control. What he didn’t know was that Scott and Jeff were talking about it and they thought they’d double-team Timmy in the next session.

Timmy continued to enjoy wearing that yellow suit that Jeff had loaned him – now it appears to be more of a gift than a loan. Timmy wore it nearly every day to practice, enjoying the feelings it was giving him as well as noticing the looks he was getting from the other boys. And he wore it almost non-stop in his room even sleeping in it many nights. Timmy continued to struggle with those strong “speedo feelings” as Jeff described, feeling that “tickle” in his boy parts, knowing that ejaculation was sometimes closer than he would like it to be, not that the feelings weren’t nice, it was just scary to think that he could go off with no control over his ejaculation. Yes, working with Scott was a good idea!

When Timmy got to Scott’s house at the next appointed visit, he was surprised to see Jeff’s smiling face there as well. At first, Timmy didn’t know what to think, but then he noticed Jeff and Scott were both in tight speedos, both showing what they had in them. “Hey, Timmy, I hope you don’t mind that Jeff is going to help today,” said Scott. “No, for sure,” replied Timmy. In Scott’s room, Timmy pulled off his jeans to reveal the yellow speedo. “Not today, Timmy, you’re going to wear one of mine because it will put more pressure on you wearing a new speedo,” Scott announced as he opened his drawer to allow Timmy to pick one. Timmy picked a maroon suit which he had seen Scott in and liked how Scott looked in it. “Ok, that’s a good one,” Jeff said as Timmy proceeded to don the maroon suit. “Today we’re going to have you lay down on your back on Scott’s bed,” announced Jeff. “Then we’re going to both help you.” Timmy was already full hard in expectation and it looked like the other two boys were well along their way as well. Timmy hopped up on the bed as instructed. “Tim, you are to stay relaxed, don’t tense up, and try to ignore us the best you can. Think about baseball, ugly teachers, whatever you want, just try to hold it back so you don’t blow, ok?” said Jeff. Timmy shook his head in agreement and closed his eyes in anticipation. Scott slowly and gently caressed Timmy’s chest and noticed his nipples become erect. Jeff very lightly ran his fingers up and down Timmy’s length and then down under to his balls. Soft moans emanated from Timmy and soon a small wet spot formed at the end of his penis, in the maroon suit. The two “trainers” made remarks like, “you have such a nicely shaped cock; it was made to be in a speedo; you’re really hung for your age, and so on. That was all having an effect on Timmy who was almost whimpering trying to stay in control and not lose it. He wanted to do his best to show this trainers he was learning. But really, Jeff and Scott really got off on playing with Timmy through his speedo. The boys were sitting one on each side of Timmy, working him over. “Can I feel your speedos,” Timmy asked? “I really want to feel them on you.” “Sure,” Scott said, but you’ll have to be more careful than ever that you don’t shoot.” “I promise, I will,” replied Timmy as he put one hand on each of his older friends’ bulges. “Wow, you’re both really hard,” said Timmy rather excitedly. The trainers were spending more time rubbing Timmy’s legs, chest and stomach, and less time rubbing his penis just to help him not cum too quickly. Timmy was doing pretty well until he felt warmness around his cock and dared not open his eyes. But it felt amazing, something different he’d never felt before, it was warm and felt maybe a little – wet?

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Part 14

With these new sensations, Timmy knew he couldn’t last very long. He opened his eyes and looked down – to his amazement Scott was tonguing him through his speedos – lapping at his boner, concentrating on the head area. The sensations were positively amazing to Timmy who had never felt such stimulation. Is this a blow job – Timmy asked himself? Is this what it feels like? He had only heard it spoken of but maybe this is it and it sure was amazing to him.

Timmy’s moans and groans were getting louder and louder as the inevitable approached. Jeff was rubbing Timmy’s chest and nipples and said, “You did great holding back, now enjoy it, let it happen.” And happen it did, Timmy enjoyed one of the best cums of his young life, writhing and convulsing on the bed as he filled his speedo with spunk and Scott stayed with it through the whole thing, not missing a beat, sucking up Timmy’s cum and with his tongue, feeling Timmy’s cock pulsing inside the thin speedo. It was good Timmy was laying down on the bed because if he was standing he might well have fallen over from the intensity of his orgasm.

While Timmy was laying there panting, Scott and Jeff switched into a 69 position and started to tongue each other’s boners through the tight speedos and were so charged up by Timmy, it took less than a minute for them to go off themselves, almost simultaneously as Timmy watched in disbelief – he’d never seen anything like this before. The site of his two friends tonguing each other’s speedo that way brought him to another boner – even though he had just cum copiously.

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Would love to hear from Jeff and Scott bring Timmy off again in his speedo

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