Timmy Moves to CT and joins swim team

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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....