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Part 16 - and thanks again for the comments and personal messages!

The boys arrived at Jeff’s house ready to start another training session, dressed with speedos under their jeans. Once again, Scott said that Timmy should wear a new speedo, or at least one of Jeff’s that would be new to him, one that he was not accustomed to the “feel”. The boys all headed to Jeff’s room and started stripping down. How fortunate that Jeff’s parents work so many hours and are rarely home in the daytime!

They let Timmy examine the inventory – he selected one that was very colorful in a rainbow pattern and took off his (or really Jeff’s) yellow suit that he had adopted for swim practice and donned the rainbow one. Clearly it was a bit big on him as it immediately tented out. “He looks hot in a speedo that’s not quite tight enough on him,” says Scott. “Yea, I love how his knob is pointing in it, too,” exclaimed Jeff. “You’d look great at practice in that suit, but you’d really have to learn to control your boners,” Jeff added. All this was getting Timmy pretty aroused, and a small wet spot had already formed.

“Today we’re going to see how much you can remember from last time, just relax and try your best not to let it shoot,” ordered Scott. But the planned drill was to be a bit different than last time. They would tease Timmy. “Lay on your back,” Jeff said. Timmy got up on Jeff’s bed and immediately closed his eyes, looking so forward to them rubbing his speedo bulge. The boys started – Scott at Timmy’s feet, Jeff at his head and face, lightly, gently, soothingly rubbing the areas. Then they slowly – ever so slowly worked their way down towards his waist. Timmy spread his legs, giving Scott good access, but to Timmy’s silent frustration – Scott never came in contact with Timmy’s balls or shaft. And Jeff would get down to the waistband on the speedo, then slowly work his way back up to Timmy’s chest. Timmy so badly wanted at least one of them to rub, lick, whatever, do SOMETHING with his cock. Timmy was feeling SO sexually frustrated. There had been no talk – total silence except you could hear them breathing, you could hear Timmy’s breathing had quickened. They continued their gentle massage but still avoiding Timmy’s private parts. Scott started, “Did you see how Joey showed at practice yesterday? He had a new suit on and I’m sure he hadn’t worn it enough in his room before coming to practice with it.” “Oh man,” piped up Timmy, “I saw his knob and his length, it was pulsing in there, I think he was real close”. “Did it make you close, Timmy,” asked Scott? “Yeah, man, it sure did, I had to work hard to not blow," explained Timmy. “Did you go home and jerk thinking about it?” asked Jeff. “Yeah, didn’t you guys?” asked Timmy. Both boys admitted they did. Joey is one of the more hung 9th graders and when he gets aroused, there is no hiding it and his knob grows even thicker than his shaft so it’s very pronounced.

“Guys, I’m getting close,” Timmy said. The conversation stopped, they stopped the massage and helped him to let it pass. They knew he was close anyway because his wet spot had grown quite a bit and so had his breathing gotten short. They let it pass and got him worked up two more times and then let it pass, by a combination of massage (avoiding at all times his private area) and talk about guys on the team showing in their speedos. Finally when he was ready to blow again – no, instead of letting it happen, they stopped short. “Shower time!” says Scott. “Everybody in the shower.” “Oh man, can’t you help me finish, I so have to shoot!” Timmy exclaimed. “In due time,” Jeff replied. Once in the shower, the two “instructors” knelt down in front of Timmy and one untied the speedo and pulled it down while the other gently, slowly, takes Timmy’s boner to his lips and lets about half of it go in, lips offering good friction all the way. “Oh fuck,” says Timmy, realizing what bliss he was feeling. After a few head bobs, the boys switch, now Jeff is taking Timmy into his mouth, this time, Timmy is deep-throated. Jeff lets the head go down into his throat – then swallows – and swallows and swallows again. The muscles in Jeff's throat were massaging Timmy's cockhead as Timmy started writhing and moaning and – within about 30 seconds, unloaded in Jeff’s mouth, rope after rope in a very extended orgasm which seemed to go on and on. Scott held Timmy to keep him from falling – standing behind. Timmy’s knees buckled and he went down – gently, thanks to Scott’s holding him. “Holy fuck,” Timmy weakly says, “I never knew it could feel like that!”

Should it be continued? Let me know.