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    Swim Team

    Prologue to Swim Team

    ©2011-2012 Sheep. All rights reserved. Copyright protected. It is illegal to copy, post or publish without the written consent of the author. This story is NOT in the public domain


    Swim Team is an original novel about a men’s college swim team with the polyamorous gay love and sexual relations of some of its members narrated in the first person. The protagonist is a twenty year old only child who is gay, living in residence, and struggling with his sexual orientation. He is petrified his parents, of some social standing, will find out. As he prepared for finals in his Junior year, his parents were involved in a horrific car crash. They were killed instantly. He applied himself, studying hard, while planning his parents’ funerals, meeting with estates’ officers, and the family’s lawyer. He immersed himself in studies and maintained his grades in spite of the overwhelming odds.
    The story delves into his unhappiness living alone at the family’s professionally designed, antique laden home while driving his mother’s big SUV. Thankfully, his father had been meticulous with estate planning. Since Scott was the only beneficiary, he automatically now had possession of all of their assets which were, by no means, small.
    The story guides you through the practical decisions he had to make, taking the reader with him to the college’s pool where he coincidentally ran into his favourite teammate and had sexual relations with him, for his first time, in the locker room!
    Swim Team lets you experience the comfortable life created by Scott with the help of his new “family” of team members and other friends, some old, some new. You will experience his highs and lows as he gradually deals with his loss. You will also see him utilize his father’s weekly lessons out of necessity as he puts all the stock market analysis tools his dad taught him, an area he hated with a passion, to his advantage.


    Life is a roller roaster because Scott is bi-polar. Hang on, because it’s going to be a rough ride. The road has many twists and turns. You won’t know until the very end if his love will conquer all.


    …now on to the story


    This story is pure fiction. Any resemblance to persons known to you is a figment of your imagination. This story contains explicit homosexual encounters between guys of legal age and if you are offended by this you are in the wrong place. Also if you are under legal age you really shouldn’t be here so just go away. Practice safe sex. Always use condoms.

    Swim Team is a novel about a men’s college swim team with the polyamorous gay love and sexual relations of some of its members

    Special thanks to my editor DonQuixote for making this story readable


    ©2011-2012 Sheep. All rights reserved. Copyright registered and protected. It is illegal to copy, post or publish without the written consent of the author. This story is NOT in the public domain

    Swim Team

    Chapter one


    My name is Scott. I take pictures for a living. It all started in university, where I majored in journalism and joined the photography club for something to do because, other than the swim team and some working out in the gym to occupy my free time there wasn’t much on my social calendar. I knew I was gay, but I had locked myself in the closet and was scared to death someone might find out my dirty little secret like my parents. That situation took care of itself in a most gut wrenching way.

    While I was in my Junior year, my parents were heading up to our cottage and were passing a tractor-trailer when the rig lost a wheel which collided with their car, sending them out of control, through a row of posts tied together with heavy steel cable, down a steep embankment, and killed them instantly. I will spare you the graphic details; Jayne Mansfield came to the same ending in the ’60’s.

    Dad wasn’t really filthy rich, but lived comfortably as a valued management team member of one of the big banks. The other half of the equation is he insisted on being paid with money that had handles on it so he could hold on to it. Joke. Yeah, he was thrifty, in spite of having been left a sizable portfolio which he managed carefully and grew nicely through good investments.

    So, here I was, twenty years old, living in residence because my parent’s house was too far from the downtown campus. That’s when I received the phone call that changed my world. Finals were coming up, and here I am, all alone in the world, having to do things like plan a double funeral, meet with the lawyer and estates officer of the bank’s Trust Department and many other things which have thankfully been numbed out of my memory.

    I now had a week to prepare for finals. Looking back at it, I guess it was a blessing in disguise that I had to concentrate on studying which put the horror show to the back of my mind. I maintained a pretty respectable average in spite of my loss. It was consistent with my grades before the accident.

    Now being finished with school for the summer, I had 4 months to get my life under control. Thankfully, dad had been meticulous with estate planning, and as I was the only beneficiary, coupled with a brilliant plan mom and dad had to shield their estates from probate costs, all of their assets were held as ‘Joint Tenants with Right of Survivorship’ and I was one of the ‘joint tenants’ which meant that when they died, all their stuff: house, cottage, portfolios, car (what was left of it) was legally mine and tax free, and didn’t trigger capital gains tax.

    I did what any kid would do; I moved back into the family ‘museum’ after a quick stop at the local Ford dealer to buy me a brand new Mustang GT Convertible which was parked in the showroom, cordoned off, and screaming ‘BUY ME’. That was an easy decision. The insurance company picked up the tab because it cost about the same as the book value on dad’s now topless Lincoln Town Car that I disrespectfully called ‘The Boat’. Hey, it did look good on him as a banker -- conservative as hell, the perfect dad car, dark grey metallic, fabric seats so he wouldn’t get hemorrhoids from sitting on the cold leather... oops, sorry dad, another $900 would have given you heated leather! I can still see him driving around with the AM radio babbling stock quotations ad nauseam.

    I’m trying to be happy with my screamin’ yellow ‘Stang drop top. The weather was starting to be perfect top down time too. But the big cloud on the horizon was living in that fucking museum. I mean the house was beautifully done, and full of expensive antiques -- it just wasn’t my style. I had been intrigued with lofts since watching a popular queer TV series, so I called a buddy whose dad had a successful real estate brokerage. He gave me his dads number so I called him. We set up an appointment at my place where he appraised the house and showed me some downtown lofts on the computer. An old warehouse was nearing transformation as a luxury loft building and the location was perfect so we jumped in my car and went down to see what was available. The poor realtor damned near crapped himself with my high performance driving style.


    I couldn’t believe how incredible it would be, and I still had time to make some changes to the two storey penthouse unit, which hadn’t been sold due to its high cost. We saw a couple of other lofts in the area but they didn’t pique my interest in the slightest. Our next stop was his realty office, where we discussed a plan of attack. It was a unit on the south end of the building, over 5000 square feet, having south, east and west exposure with a very private area on the west terrace overlooking the city. The unit was about 1/3rd the length of the building and had a new second story on top of it. The balance of that floor was divided into two lofts; one with west and north exposure and one with east and north exposure.

    One of the main considerations I was looking for was a hot tub on one of the three large terraces. Other things included wiring the loft for a home theater setup and a commercial looking stainless steel kitchen including an Aga range and a commercial refrigerator with double glass doors. A dedicated ice maker would be essential as well as an upright freezer. A doorway would be cut from the upper level of the unit which would walk out to the roof which contained the elevator penthouse and adjoining sauna, a swimming pool and deck area. Having the ‘gay gene’ meant I had a flair for interior design.

    It was decided to make an offer at the asking price and have them include all the goodies including the hot tub with an allowance of $30,000 towards the kitchen. I was to pay for kitchen construction in excess of that figure. To make it hard for them to refuse, we decided to include a deposit cheque for $250,000 to show them we were serious. The offer of purchase was printed up and signed. I decided to send it off to my solicitor to make sure I wasn’t going to get screwed. He added a completion clause, which made them liable for all costs associated with storing the house contents, and the hotel bill for two adjoining suites in a luxury hotel near the campus. The purchase offer now included a storage locker in the garage level for my mountain bike and a second parking spot.

    I called my financial planner and told him what I had planned, being sure to mention that when the house was sold the portfolio’s value would increase by over a million dollars even after the loft purchase. I guess these planners get paid on the amount of money under management so this was a big carrot for him. I told him I wanted the certified cheque delivered to me in 2 hours. “No problem Scott.”

    And it was.

    We presented the offer, giving them 4 hours to accept it or the offer was null and void. Watching the developer squirm in his chair was akin to watching your mother-in law drive off a cliff -- in your brand new Mercedes! Naturally he accepted the offer and the cheque but with much hand wringing. I told him we would have the plans ready within a week. WIN!

    Now the house needed to be staged and cleaned and put on the market. I gathered up all family photos, some little things my grandparents had left me and other keepsakes. The sale went smoothly, ending in a bidding war which brought in $90,000 more than the listing price. I honestly believe my planner creamed his shorts when I told him. Those suit types are so fucking predictable. He wanted to put some of the house sale proceeds in Dell stock. I opined if he does he should short it but that he would be better off buying Apple stock as the price had just dropped when CEO Steve Jobs left on sick leave. I’m happy to report he agreed with my assessment and ultimately bought several thousand shares and some other securities to balance out the portfolio, when the sale closed.


    My life was getting back to normal. I had some stress trying to keep ahead of the builders on the loft project. I had a tension headache and decided to go to the university pool and do some laps and maybe have a soak or hang out in the steam room. An hour later I pulled into a parking space thinking how great it’s going to be when I have the loft. It’ll be at most a 15 minute walk. I felt better just walking into the locker room and getting a whiff of chlorine again. My mind associates that smell with nicely toned swimmers bodies--broad shoulders, powerful quads, strong pecs and tiny waists. Damn, I was almost getting boned thinking about it. I think the real attraction to swimming was being in the locker room with these beautiful young studs.

    Let’s face it, swimming had to be the gayest sport in existence. Everyone on the team appeared to be gay or bi with all of the ass grabbing and crotch cupping plus we helped each other shave in pretty intimate areas. We were, how should I say this, ‘familiar with each other’s equipment’. One bi member was banging his girlfriend very regularly but she was very understanding of his needs and didn’t mind too much when he needed to get his ass fucked by a guy.

    Although I hadn’t really shown my sexual orientation, I was determined to have someone drag me out of the closet now. Or perhaps I could drag myself out. One thing was for sure. Status quo wasn’t going to be an option. Sure, I’m the same as all the guys out there. I enjoyed frequent dates with Mr. Right-Hand but I wanted something more. I didn’t know what but even if it was someone else’s right hand it would be an improvement. I’ve been told I’m hot. I work out lifting weights and have a nice smooth chest, biceps and triceps, lats and traps. I work hard on my legs and abs but they aren’t my best feature. I am dishwater blond and have green eyes, 5’ 10”, a 32” waist, 7 1/2” X 6 1/2” around and cut, with a big head. Even being a grower, I got plenty of glances in the showers.


    I was getting ready to stuff my junk into my Speedo when Robb, another boy on our swim team about to enter his Sophomore year, took the locker next to mine, gave me a hi 5, and whipped his clothes off. I really liked the guy. I felt closer to him than any of the others on our team. Previously, I had taken a great picture of him just finishing a race with his hands just touching the wall with the other two swimmers behind him in hot pursuit. He was the team’s best asset. He had been swimming all his life and competitively for 7 years, whereas I had specialized in diving even though I had 4 years of competitive swimming experience.

    My photo was published in the Varsity News and Robb was really happy with the picture. I made him a blowup of it, put it in an inexpensive black document frame, and gave it to him. Hell, you would have thought I gave him a solid gold Cadillac. He gave me a big hug and kissed me. Whoaa! I kind of knew he was gay and I really liked him as a person and a “shave buddy” on the team. We all shaved our bodies before big meets. Robb was a touchy type of person with a great body and looked aces in or out of his Speedo. He was a cute guy with white teeth, probably from the chlorine in the pool; big, doe-like, soft amber-brown eyes; soft mousey brown hair, and always a smile. If you Googled ‘non-threatening’ I’m sure you would see a picture of him. His voice wasn’t what you would call manly, but it suited him, and I thought it made him even cuter.

    So, fast forward. We are both standing there talking and he is boning up. I could feel that tingling sensation down there. I knew what was going to happen. It’s something I worried about since I was a kid. I couldn’t keep my eyes off his hard cock. I was short of breath. My mouth was dry. I felt like I was having an anxiety attack when the silence was broken.

    “Scott, are you ever hung!”

    I looked down and sure enough I was rock hard; so was Robb.

    “You are like huge yourself dude, but then your Speedo never concealed it. Nicely cut, too.”

    I looked at myself again and noticed a drop of honey dew on my piss slit. I stared at Robb’s unit and and a string of pre-cum started sagging its way to the floor. Fuck! What to do? I grabbed his shaft near his nuts, slid my hand toward the tip and with my other hand I scooped up his now copious pre-cum on my finger, raising it to my mouth, and sucked my finger. Sweet. He crouched down in front of me and attempted to swallow my hard penis. I thought I was going to cum. What a sensation!

    Luckily, it was Summer and there was nobody in the pool or the locker room. We were at the far end in an alcove that wasn’t in a sight line with anything, so if someone came in we would have plenty of time to cover up. My mouth was watering from the taste of him. I knew I wanted to suck his cock.
    “I have a better idea Robb.”

    He got off my cock and hugged me tightly and gave me a kiss but this time he used his tongue. Wow! I think my tongue nerve endings must extend all the way to my cock. I could feel a copious amount of pre forming a bubble on my cock-head, so I reached down with my finger, scooped it up and put my finger in his mouth. I thought he was going to gnaw my finger off. To say that we were a little bit horny was like saying the Pope was a little bit Catholic. I wasted no time dropping to my knees and sucked his fat cock into my mouth. My senses where totally overwhelmed -- the feel of his cock sliding in and out of my mouth, the musky aroma of his well trimmed pubes, the feel of his big, smooth, shaved balls, the sound of his soft sighs of pleasure from his alto voice, the feel of his smooth skin on his bubble butt, and that sexy wet saliva sound my mouth made as I sucked his beautiful thick 6 1/2” cut cock. Man, it just doesn't get any better than this I told myself.

    Somehow I didn’t even hear him when he said “I’m going to cum,” I was in such a trance. His cock got really thick, his head expanded and his spherical balls drew up tight, and then he exploded into my mouth. I gulped it down as fast as I could, but he shot it faster than I could swallow it. I had cum all over my face and still had a mouthful. Without even thinking, I kissed him deeply as his tongue hungrily devoured the batter that I hadn’t swallowed. He licked my face then kissed again, back and forth until all the evidence had vanished. I was so horny I could only hear a rushing pulsing sound in my ears. My heart wanted to jump out of my chest. I knew if I touched my cock it would make a big mess. Pre-cum was running down my leg.

    Robb bent over, wiped his middle finger in all my pre-cum, and then dropped to his knees behind me. What the fuck? He started running his tongue up and down my ass crack. Up and down. In and out. Up and down and then he stopped, crouched in front of me swallowed my cock and then it happened. He stuffed his wet slippery finger up my hole and touched something. It was like electricity and it felt amazing. I shot my load, but he quickly got my dick out of his mouth and aimed it at his face. It was unbelievably hot watching my big, thick, cut cock paint his face white. I thought the spasms would never stop. He was jerking his, too, and stood up, looked into my green eyes with his big amber-brown eyes, smiled and blew a second load all over my cock. This boy sure knew how to get me going. It was my first, but it couldn’t have been his. I licked off his face, sharing his thick cum with his hot mouth, and then I cleaned his cock off. He finished by cleaning his second load of cum off my cock, stood up, and said, “Man, you have no clue how much I’ve wanted something to happen between us!”

    “Robb, until today I was a virgin. I’ve never touched a guy, but I’ve slept with buddies at the cottage and woke up with blue balls. I’ve never even thought of a girl or wanted to for that matter, ever since having a humiliating experience where little Scott refused to stand up. I really think cunts have teeth. You answered a question that I thought I had the answer to, namely that I’m gay. You removed all doubt. I think I’ll call you Bambi because you are my ‘dear’ deer.” This time I gave him a kiss on the lips as I held him in my arms. And it felt so natural. It felt good. Amazing is what it was! Being touched must be the most wonderful, simple pleasure of life.

    We had a hot soapy shower together and managed to get the cum off each other without getting hard -- no small accomplishment. We got our sexy Speedos on and went to the pool. Robb specialized in the Butterfly stroke, or as we call it, the fly. It was great exercise for his shoulders and quads. I loved watching him swim with his ass popping up and down like he was fucking the pool, while he dolphin kicked up and down his lane. I guess we swam for about an hour then decided it was enough. My headache was gone.

    He put his arm around me in a lateral hug, looked in my eyes with a guilty look on his face and said, “Scott, There is something that I should have told you.”

    to be continued ...





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    Oh, Yeah! DO keep Going! (Writing, I mean! )

    My only suggestion might be hitting the "Return/Enter" key more often. Break up those long paragraphs a tad. Just makes it a bit easier for the reader to keep track of where he/she is eye-travel-wise. Also allows for a break to "catch their breath", and not do a run-on "fast read". (Note to Editor. )

    Judging from his description, and the yellow 'Stang, are you SURE Scott's not You?

    Looking forward to More!!

    Keep smilin'!!
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    Hey There.
    NO please dont stop that was a fantastic chapter you have the talent
    buddy , an amazing read and so easy to picture in your mind 9/10 .

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    OH MY GOD!!!!! Please write more i have to know what Robb is gonna say please o please o please write more. On another note awsome story I loved the scene with the two of them it was so sweet and intimate. "Sigh." I hope my first time will be like that. Once again please write more.

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    Quote Originally Posted by Kyanimal View Post
    Oh, Yeah! DO keep Going! (Writing, I mean! )

    My only suggestion might be hitting the "Return/Enter" key more often. Break up those long paragraphs a tad. Just makes it a bit easier for the reader to keep track of where he/she is eye-travel-wise. Also allows for a break to "catch their breath", and not do a run-on "fast read". (Note to Editor. )

    Judging from his description, and the yellow 'Stang, are you SURE Scott's not You?

    Looking forward to More!!

    Keep smilin'!!
    Chaz
    Thanks for that. Don't blame the editor. I changed my copy in 'Pages' because the copy I received back from the editor was all marked up in red and I've always found it difficult to read anything in MS Word. Even at that a few paragraph breaks disappeared but I will take your advice and will go through the copy in preview mode before I hit the send button. As the story develops the readers may need 'cleanup in isle four' breaks!

    As far as who Scott is, I will point out that this is 'strictly fiction' as I have said. That's my story and I'm sticking to it. The name is that of a poster in another forum who was partially the inspiration to write this. He knows I am using is name. If he wishes to identify himself here, that is fine by me. The main inspiration hasn't been introduced yet but it is sufficient to say he is currently on a real swim team and has a body to die for.

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    Of course you should continue. ;-)

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    That was fantastic - got me all boned up
    I can't wait to read more

    keep on writing for sure

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    HOT.

    I've always wanted to have some "play time" in the locker room...

    One small comment though:
    Most swimmers don't shave for every meet.
    We usually shave for the big championship meets at the end of the season and it's usually the whole team getting naked and shaving each other instead of shaving buddies. It's always fun when you hear a teammate ask "hey, wanna run that clipper up my happy trail?"

    Anyways...CAN'T WAIT for the next installment

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    This is my first effort at writing. How bad do I suck?

    I've watched you comment on so many guys' stories in recent years and always loved your comments and your avatar. (Is that you?) Anyway, I suspect you suck great! You seem to know a lot about it. And about a big juicy cums and a sloppy jizz kisses! And you write really well too. If my cock is any indicator, you should write a lot more. I'm boned! Thanks
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    Thanks medic1, vampsrock1992, gaytxn09, UkrainianForever, swimmerguy27, and hardreader.
    Quote Originally Posted by medic1 View Post
    Hey There.
    NO please dont stop that was a fantastic chapter you have the talent
    buddy , an amazing read and so easy to picture in your mind 9/10 .
    Happy I was able to convey to you what was in my mind.

    QUOTE=vampsrock1992;7035197]OH MY GOD!!!!! Please write more i have to know what Robb is gonna say please o please o please write more. On another note awsome story I loved the scene with the two of them it was so sweet and intimate. "Sigh." I hope my first time will be like that. Once again please write more.[/QUOTE]
    I know what he is gonna say but I've pledged secrecy. Scott is a really nice guy whose sexuality had been repressed the first 20 years of his life so he is ready for anything. Bambi was the perfect guy to get him out of the closet. Try to select your first carefully. The old "I want Mr. Right, but if I can't find him I will settle for Mr Right Now comes to mind..
    Quote Originally Posted by gaytxn09 View Post
    Of course you should continue. ;-)
    I will, because of guys like you commenting
    Quote Originally Posted by UkrainianForever View Post
    That was fantastic - got me all boned up
    I can't wait to read more

    keep on writing for sure
    Keep reading cos I want you to join the team -- all boned up
    You got me all leaky thinking about it.
    Quote Originally Posted by swimmerguy27 View Post
    HOT.

    I've always wanted to have some "play time" in the locker room...

    One small comment though:
    Most swimmers don't shave for every meet.
    We usually shave for the big championship meets at the end of the season and it's usually the whole team getting naked and shaving each other instead of shaving buddies. It's always fun when you hear a teammate ask "hey, wanna run that clipper up my happy trail?"

    Anyways...CAN'T WAIT for the next installment
    After seeing you post showing your junk, I really have to wonder why someone decided to call it junk. Yours is absolutely beautiful. I'm sure Scott would do anything you wanted. For the story you are still on this team and we are having a practice on thursday and this is Sunday (in the story) So this being your last swim with us before you move to the USA you can pretty well expect anything to happen. I'm sure a full body shave will happen. The team is going to miss your muscular thighs.
    Quote Originally Posted by hardreader View Post
    This is my first effort at writing. How bad do I suck?

    I've watched you comment on so many guys' stories in recent years and always loved your comments and your avatar. (Is that you?) Anyway, I suspect you suck great! You seem to know a lot about it. And about a big juicy cums and a sloppy jizz kisses! And you write really well too. If my cock is any indicator, you should write a lot more. I'm boned! Thanks
    Those are my eyes. Coincidentally Scott has green eyes too The avatar however belongs to Brad.
    I'm beyond thrilled that the guy whose stories got me so wet actually likes my writing. I did notice however it isn't just the reader thats hard. The writer gets hard and wet. Thanks for the comments. I know now how much it means when you guys comment. Its a reason to keep writing. BTW, Scott has no gag reflex -- uncommon for one who has only been out for a couple of days. He can massage a big dick to cumming with his throat muscles alone

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    Sheep,
    I told you I liked the story, a lot.
    It appears a whole bunch of other guys do, too, lol.

    As for the Red Mark-ups - that's from "Review, Track Changes", so you can see what I proposed, and then accept (leave them as is) or change to how you want it. After reading through to accept/alter suggested changes, you can click on the "Final Showing Markup" down arrow, and select "Final".

    I believe that will integrate the changes and go back to looking like a regular, clean document that you can preview in Page Layout, or whatever makes you comfortable.

    If memory serves me, the text editor here on JUB tends to strip one return between paragraphs, so you want to make sure you have double spaced returns when you copy/paste.

    Then, before you press submit, give it a quick viewing to make sure the spacing looks reasonable.

    Auto or Hardreader can tell you more, I'm sure.


    And I know, if I'll only be true, to this glorious quest . . .

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    Awwww, sheep.....

    Sir Ron loves you even more, now that you are writing a great story.....

    Definitely keep going.......


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    Great job. Keep going. Every word you write will help you write more and more. Will be looking for new chapters!

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    Wow, Sheep! There's not much more that I can add as I agree with all the previous comments. I'm excited to see you writing, which by the way, is very well done and we all welcome you, as an author, to the story forum. I'm a little frightened as to what Robb may have to say, but I will keep my fears intact and wait for the next chapter.

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    Chapter two

    Terror stabbed my heart. My time with Robb sent tingles down my spine. If my horrible experience while writing finals was the yin, our brief encounter must be the yang.

    “What’s wrong Robb?” I inquired nervously.

    “Dude, you look like you just saw a ghost. I didn’t mean to startle you. Some editor from the Daily News came by looking for you. He was holding a copy of the picture you took of me, you know, the one the Varsity News published?”

    “Really eh, what did he want?”

    “Something about submitting photos and they would pay you if they use them .Um, he gave me a card to give you but I haven’t seen you in like forever, so I left it on my desk at home. If you can give me a ride home, I’ll get it for you,” he said.


    “Marvy Scott, This this is your car? Let’s put the top down,” he squealed in excitement.

    It didn’t take much to excite Robb, as I had found out earlier. It was a hot afternoon, so of course the top went down. I even turned on the air.

    “What are your plans this weekend? Going away or anything,” I asked.

    “Nope. Nuthin, zip, nada, zilch -- maybe watch some porn and beat off. What are you doing?” Robb asked.

    “Going up to the cottage. I haven’t been up since...”

    I totally lost it, sobbing uncontrollably. Robb reached over and held my hand.

    “I’m so sorry, Scott. We heard about it from Coach, but didn’t know how to deal with it.”

    I squeezed his hand as he continued to comfort me.

    “Yeah, I know. The flowers you guys sent meant so much to me. I had them sent to the house after the funeral. They were there as a reminder I had friends and team mates and I would get through this, somehow,” I said.

    I reached over and gave him a hug and kiss while a couple of guys walking by yelled, “Get a room.” That really struck me as hilarious.

    “Robb, would you like to come to the cottage with me for the weekend?”

    “Not just a room, but a whole cottage -- and for the weekend? Oh, marvy, that would be a yes.”

    He wiped the tears from my face with his thumbs.


    We loaded his stuff in the trunk and I put the editor’s card in my wallet. After a quick stop at my place to grab my stuff, some steaks from the freezer, and a few bottles from the wine cellar, we were on the highway. I called ahead to the marina and asked if someone would go over and turn on the water pump and heater.

    Even the blue haired ladies in their Buicks didn’t slow me down. The ‘Stang was really nimble with its tight suspension and 400+ wild horses under the hood. I looked forward to stuffing my foot into it when the traffic thinned out. Time went by as fast as the miles did having Robb to talk to.

    “How fast are we going,” I heard him ask over the noise of the wind and the throaty exhaust system.

    “I don’t think you really want to know, bud.”

    “Oh, that’s just great, we are going to crash and burn. Save the low flying for the return trip because I’m hoping to have some fun with you this weekend,” he squeaked in excitement.

    Feeling a stirring sensation in my loins, I slowed down.

    “Hope you brought your bathing suit because we are on the lake.”

    “Hello? Ever heard of skinny dipping?” he replied.

    “Ever heard of water skiing?” I countered.


    Soon after we arrived at the marina, as we were transferring our stuff to the boat, James, the blond 19 year old son of the marina owner, greeted us. We caught up on each other’s lives, since seeing each other last summer. Man, he was looking great, all tanned from water skiing and wake-boarding standing there in his sexy board shorts. I don’t have a foot fetish, but his uniformly well tanned feet were sexy as hell. I introduced him to Robb and he invited us for some water skiing on Saturday.

    “I took your boat when I went to start-up your water. The boat’s running just fine, but I will come over with mine; it has more power.”

    Dad didn’t like to waste money on larger engines. They only waste gas.


    The trip to our island cottage only took a few minutes. Robb lay down on the seat with his head in my lap; I played with his hair. When we arrived, we carried our goodies up the stairs to the front door. The cottage was built on a fairly steep slope so that the rear was at grade level but the front was about 10 feet off the ground. A huge deck spread across the front up to a screen room at one end. When we built it we located it on a point aimed down the bay to get a magnificent view of the lake and catch the prevailing breezes, which cut out the need for air conditioning. Good old dad! He got that right. We entered and tossed our bags in my bedroom with its double bed. No way was Robb going to get very far from me this weekend.


    A swim was in order, so we peeled off our street clothes and put on our Speedos, poured drinks, grabbed salsa and nachos, and headed down to the dock.

    “Hey Scott, looks like we got here in time to soak up the last rays. Love the view down the bay. It’s marvy!”


    There was little boat traffic on the lake for a Friday in the summer, so when we got up to take a dip, I pulled Robb’s Speedo down. He returned the favor. A lively game of grope ensued as we fooled around in the lake. Guess who was getting a little excited? Right. Both of Us! The air had cooled somewhat, so we dried off, grabbed our stuff, and went back into the cottage. I lit the grill, prepping it for barbecuing the T-bones, as Robb prepared a Caesar salad and tossed the foil wrapped potatoes on the grill. The sky was clear and the temperature was dropping, so I built a fire in the fireplace for later. We both liked them rare, so once the steaks were grilling they wouldn’t take long.


    Dinner was delicious, and we starving boys washed it down with a nice bottle of Merlot. Such a class act we were, sipping the rest of the wine in front of the fireplace as we listened to some big band music from an American station far away. We often got “skips” like that up north at night. The programming was great and was a favourite of my parents.


    “This weekend is all about fun and relaxation, but I do want to clean out my parent’s clothes and move into the master bedroom before we leave, Robb.”

    “Good idea, get that job out of the way so you can get on with your life,” he philosophized. “I’ll help you move furniture if you want.”

    “So tell me, Robb, what did you think about James? I noticed that he was talking to your penis,” I chuckled.

    “I thought it was just my gaydar picking up signals,” he injected.

    “I’ve wondered about him, but when he was younger the chicks conspired to be the first to bang him. He looked good at an early age, developing muscles everywhere. By 15 he was well into manhood with his chiseled, hard body, blond hair, blue eyes, and hairy legs, but I was so closeted I was afraid to look too closely. I didn’t want to blow my cover, and risk losing my best friend. We were at another cottager’s lakeside sauna one night -- just the two of us; our host had passed out for the evening from drinking too much beer. I wondered why he sat so close. We headed out to the dock to jump in the lake and I noticed he had a semi. I quickly jumped in the cool water as a preemptive strike. I recall seeing a forest of light brown bush and a big pee-pee,” I laughed.

    “I’ll find out if he’s gay, if that’s ok with you,” Robb said.

    “Be my guest, but remember to share,” I said with a shit eating grin on my face.


    “Scott, before this afternoon, were you like a total virgin?”

    “In my mind I’ve fucked you a few times but to answer your question, yes, totally virgin. It’s all your fault for turning me queer, or to put it another way, I have only you to thank for yanking me out of the dreaded closet.”

    Robb moved over and sat on the arm of my chair pulling me to him kissing me passionately. I returned the kisses as I stroked his inner thigh. “What’s this,” I asked as I rubbed his growing bulge.

    “That’s little Robb whom you met this afternoon. I think he wants to fuck you.”

    I questioned the name ‘little Robb’ because I was quite aware of the fact ‘he’ wasn’t little. I nervously undid his belt buckle, pushed his well worn jeans to his knees, and kissed the outline of the helmet head of his cock, which started to leak through his red bikini briefs. He moaned as he stood up and pulled me to my feet.

    “I know it’s your cottage, but it’s fuck time. Follow me,” he said, grabbing my dick and leading me to my bedroom. He ripped my T-shirt almost in two in an effort to speed up my undressing. It was a tacky old T, so I didn’t mind. In fact, it was downright horny!


    He pushed me onto the bed, finished undressing me and laid on top of me, rubbing his fully erect, cut cock against my big thick man tool, sending shivers through my body. This lead to a duel of our tongues. He moved off me, flipping me on my stomach, and proceeded to give me a sensational back rub, extending it to my bubble butt, down my legs, and finishing by massaging my feet. Strangely, I wasn’t ticklish -- I loved the feeling. He worked his way back up, paying close attention to my inner thighs and shaved balls, then worked on my butt, spreading my cheeks open and massaging all the way to my hole. I could feel his face on my ass as he started licking it. This was the most sensationally intense feeling. He worked on my hole with his wet tongue for ages, licking up and down, in and out, making me moan in ecstasy. He started fingering me, but then went back to rimming. He stopped suddenly and told me to suck his cock. I could taste his sweet pre-cum; it was intoxicating.

    “Get it nice and wet baby,” he commanded.

    My abundance of saliva took care of that. As I laid on my tummy, he grabbed his bottle of lube and smeared it liberally on his hard cock, straddled me, and gradually lowered himself down to me. His cock was at my back door; he pressed in gradually.

    “Robb, it hurts” I gasped.

    “Babes, just take some deep breaths and push out as I push in”. I followed his instructions and pop, his head was in. He kissed me all over my neck and shoulders, running his tongue into my ears, all the while relentlessly pressing little Robb deeper into me.

    “How does it feel babes -- still hurt like Hell?”

    “No, is still hurts some, but it feels nice at the same time. How can it hurt and feel good at the same time?” I asked.

    “Pain and pleasure are pretty closely connected. Tell me if you want me to stop.”

    “No, don’t stop. I want to do this. I’ve wanked so many times thinking what it would be like. Fuck me deeper. I want all of you inside me. Fuck me faster,” I moaned as I instinctively reached around attempting to pull his ass closer to me.


    His high pitched moans and sighs were turning me on big time. My cock was throbbing for release. “Cum deep inside me. I want to feel your hot manjuice blasting into me. Baby this feels incredible. Fuck me hard!”
    I felt his cock getting thicker and his voice was ragged.

    “I’m going to cum... agghh, mmmm, oh fuck jeezuz ahhhh.” I raised my ass for maximum penetration and he slammed his solid body downward ramming his thick cock deep inside my no longer virgin hole, flooding it with his hot seed. It was amazing.

    “I’m going to cum, I can’t hold it any longer, Robb”

    He pulled out, laid beside me, grabbing my cock and pointed it up to his chest. The feel of his hand on my sensitive dick pushed me over the edge and I came, and came, and kept cumming. I got on top of him and kissed him as my orgasm subsided. We held each other tightly and gasped for air. Our hearts were humming. And now we had cemented ourselves together with this sticky mess!

    “Feel like a shower, Bambi?’ I asked. “Because I feel like a quickie”.

    “So soon?” he joked.

    “OK let me rephrase that. I feel like a quick shower, so let’s soap up each other’s junk.”

    It was such a great experience touching Robb. That night we were exhausted, so we slipped under the covers and spooned. I had my arm around his chest and laid there breathing on his neck. Morphius led us off to dreamland in no time.



    “Um, I guess I should come back later,” James said as he stood in the doorway of my bedroom.

    I was half asleep and didn’t hear him come in. We had managed to kick off the covers and were lying there with morning wood, Robb’s arms around me and his head on my chest. “Coming back later isn’t going to make the clock go backwards so no, don’t leave but I need to pee,” I blushed.

    I squeezed past him with my erection touching his leg in the process. He didn’t react. Robb joined me as we both let out a good pee together.

    “What the fuck are we going to do?” Robb whispered to me.

    “Leave it to me. James didn’t seem all bent out of shape over it”.


    We went to the living room with James in tow and all sat down.
    “James, I’m sorry. I didn’t think to lock the door last night, so let me say I’m really sorry if you are embarrassed. The last 24 hours have been mind blowing and I guess you deserve some kind of explanation for what you saw,” I said.

    He raised his hand to stop me.

    “Scott, can I safely assume you guys are gay? I mean you have four bedrooms, yet the two of you are nude and glued together in the same bed and rock hard, furthermore you have a look of bliss on your face that I’ve never seen before. When I have stayed over after one of your parties, I begrudgingly stayed in a guest room; Look at Robb grinning like a Cheshire cat. I’m not stupid.”

    “James, I never thought you were stupid. Do you want the short version or the complete and unabridged version,” I asked.

    “Suit yourself -- either way, I’m OK with it.”


    I stood up and pulled Robb on his feet, put my arms around him and kissed him.
    “That’s the short version. Would you like us to put on some clothes?”

    “Dudes, that is uber hot! I think we should go water skiing now because I have to be back at the marina this afternoon. It’s always busy Saturday afternoons. Either that or you’re going to have to throw a bucket of cold water on me,” he laughed.

    The bulge in James’ wildly coloured and patterned board shorts was enticing.

    “Dude, are you busy tonight? Would you like to come over and have some beers with us? Bring your jammies and toothbrush and stay over, so you don’t have to worry about drinking and operating a boat,” I suggested.

    “Only two questions -- what time and can I bring something?” he beamed.

    “Nah, I’ve got lots. Just bring yourself, ya big hunk,” I shot back as I gave him a hug. One thing was for sure, he didn’t have a pair of sweat socks stuffed in his shorts!


    Robb had never water skied before but he had a strong, compact body and was well coordinated. On the dock, I fitted him with the floatation vest and adjusted the skis for him. I instructed him to sit on the skis with his butt close to his feet and gave him the tow rope. “When the boat starts up, don’t let your legs go all over the place. Keep them where they are, and when you are going fast enough, just stand up -- but be careful not to lean forward or back.”

    I pulled the rope and he maintained his balance like he had done it for years, standing up carefully.

    “Try to keep the skis about six inches apart. When the boat turns around you can control if you want to stay behind it or fly out to the outside of the wake by shifting your weight. When you are up on the water, experiment before we need to turn around. If you get flung outside the wake and go out as far as you can, you will be going over 50 MPH. At that speed the water is like concrete if you fall, so the first time out, don’t be a hero. You will get another turn. If you fall when starting, don’t try swimming for the rope. We will bring it around to you and we’ll take off in the same direction. One more thing, if you want us to go faster give us the thumbs up and for slower, thumbs down,” I instructed.

    “This is going to be marvy” he grinned.


    James was warming up the boat and getting our life preservers ready. Robb got in the lake; I passed the skis to him. As we got to him I handed him the tow rope; we took up the slack. As soon as he was moving, James gave it the gas and Robb popped up out of the water like I knew he would. He wove back and forth showing that he was in good control so I told James to speed it up a little, bringing a big smile to Robb’s face. We did a wide circle and Robb went for it! He was flying! Luckily it was a calm day because he looked better than he was. On the way back, I signaled to Robb to drop the bar. Again he did it perfectly, settling into the water about 10 feet from the dock and got out, bringing the skis with him just before James docked the boat.


    I was going to drive for James now and Robb would be the spotter. They switched life jackets and James got his slalom ski from the boat. Years ago we set up a slalom run just up the lake from me, using old javex jugs for ‘balls’ tied with bungie cords to the sub floats about 4 feet under the surface, which were in turn tied with poly rope to concrete blocks. The idea was to go around each ‘ball’ starting off fairly slowly at 28 MPH and increasing the speed for each successive run. James placed the markers this year. Normally we did it together. The initial setup was a bitch but every year after it was just a matter of hooking up the visible markers. Our course was to the International Water Ski Federation standard.

    http://www.iwsf.com/slalomcourselayout/layout.htm

    James started off sitting on the edge of the dock rather than in the water. It was easier all around; we only needed Robb to be able to start from the water in case he fell. James rarely fell. He was so good I envied his ability.


    He was ready, so I untied and got the boat in position; when James hollered “hit it,” I did. He did some free turns until we approached the course at 32 MPH. He ran it without a problem. I continued on a bit further and turned the boat around for his second run. I advanced the speed to 34 MPH; he was in his comfort zone and completed his second run flawlessly, too, rounding every ball. He signaled for me to do a go around so the next run was at 35 MPH. That might not sound very fast but when you are on the water and very close to it on the cuts I can tell you it’s fast. He was like poetry on his ski, swinging from side to side as he snaked through the course, a big spray of water on every cut. He just made it. For his last run I accelerated to 36 MPH. James could do it; I’d seen him many times, but today he was a little off and missed the last two balls. I knew he wouldn’t be happy with himself, so I brought him back to the dock where he did his smooth landing, sinking slightly beside the dock and just grabbing on to it to keep from submerging. Robb stood up in the boat and screamed “marvy” at him and applauded. This is what James needed, as he was very critical of himself and missing those two balls could have made him moody. The two of them really hit it off.


    Now it was my turn. I hadn’t skied in 11 months, and felt that I would impress no one including myself. I brought out my slalom ski, put on the jacket and told James “28” as he was readying the boat. “Pussy” he yelled. I took off from a standing position on the dock. James was a great driver and we knew each other so well, onlookers would think we communicated by telepathy. He hit the throttle at the precise time and I did my jump off the dock and landing on the water at sufficient speed to keep me on top. I did several free turns before the course trying to visualize an imaginary ball and to cut hard around it. We got to the course with me cutting hard and nailing every ball. The return was inched up to 30 and happily I completed at that speed, too, definitely putting on a show for Robb. The next run I signaled 32 to James. My arms were sore; as I was out of practice, but I made the run. However, I got a little cocky doing free turns and went flying through the air, making a really impressive splash. My theory was, I would never get any better unless I pushed myself to the limits.


    A fall was an indication of reaching limits, but between you and me, my mind was on tonight so I wasn’t concentrating. James brought the rope around to me, dragging it to within inches of my shoulder. I gave him the nod and took off doing a deep water start. I signaled 34 for my final run and would have made it, except I missed the first ball. How lame is that? I signaled James to head back to the cottage. If I couldn’t impress Robb with speed, I could do my funny landing. I cut hard and headed straight into our beach; when the ski’s fin hit the sand I did a flip, landing on my feet about 15 feet from the edge of the lake. I could hear them laughing as they docked the boat. Robb ran over to make sure I hadn’t hurt myself. James just cracked up no matter how many times I landed like that. Actually, the reason for that landing was because one spring we wanted to ski but the ice had only gone from the lake 2 days earlier. It was a nice sunny day but falling into the lake would have been dangerous so I came up with that one. The first time I came in a little hot and even after the flip I still had to run up the beach to avoid a face plant. Anyway, James hi fived me. I was his hero for that and he was mine. I’d never done the slalom at 36 and probably never would. I think subconsciously I wanted James to be a little bit better so I could look up to him.

    “James, I guess we will see you around 8 tonight. Does that work for you?”

    “Okay, by the time dinner is over and I shit, shower, shave, and shampoo it’s going to be 8 or a little after so please leave a tie on the doorknob if there is anything going on you don’t want me to see” James replied, blushing.

    to be continued ...

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    Sounds great! Can't wait to read more

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    Let's hope that doorknob doesn't have a tie draped over it! As in... no matter what ... cum on in!

    This "hole" thing reminded me of the time I broke my arm water skiing! ( Don't ask!)

    Do I sense a HOT 3-some in our near Future?

    Keep on writin', Please!!

    And, yeah! ... also ...

    Keep smilin'!!
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    Quote Originally Posted by Kyanimal View Post
    Let's hope that doorknob doesn't have a tie draped over it!

    Do I sense a HOT 3-some in our near Future?
    That's an excellent idea. Figures only you would think of that with your mind in the gutter. I might try to work a 3way -- at least -- into the story somewhere, if only for realism
    All the others are asking if those two will get married and try to have children, but nooooo, you want to drag it down to "kyANIMAL" behaviour lol

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    ^ HA! What can I say? "Animal" seems to be feeling that Spring is in the breeze, and when "He" is UP, and maybe dripping a bit, how can I possibly deny "His" persistent Urges?

    Trust ME! It's not ME that's dragging anything toward the gutter! However ... If we're talking about anything "dragging" ... well ... I was born attached to "Him" ... and I've realized there's not much I can do about that!

    More story, Please!!

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    Sheep,
    I'm definitely enjoying your literary efforts.

    Oh to be young again, and be able to hit the pool, water ski, and whatever else our studly guys might decide to play.


    And I know, if I'll only be true, to this glorious quest . . .

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    I smell a menage a trois about to transpire... Scott, Robb and James....what a delight. This is getting more erotic by the chapter...

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    Really great story! Not only did it make me horny I learned a few things too! Can't wait for the next chapter man! You're a great writer!

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    Your update was perhaps better than the original installment. ;-) Keep up the good work, man!

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    More please! Wonderful story.

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    DonQuixote, I'm really glad you are enjoying it. Of course, a story is only as good as its editor. You have made it so much better with your skills. That's why I pay you the big bucks.
    I'm glad we have a work-around for Microsoft's right hand not talking to it's left hand. Less fiddling and farting around means more creativity. Hope you find an answer to the Vista Blues.
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    I smell a menage a trois about to transpire... Scott, Robb and James....what a delight. This is getting more erotic by the chapter...

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    The boys are really into each other. Anything could happen!

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    Really great story! Not only did it make me horny I learned a few things too! Can't wait for the next chapter man! You're a great writer!
    Thanks PerpetuallyHard312. A writer is nothing without his readers.

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    Your update was perhaps better than the original installment. ;-) Keep up the good work, man!
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    More please! Wonderful story.
    You want more? Glad you all like it. You give me a warm fuzzy feeling when I hear that.
    Remember, the ultimate feedback is having you rate the thread, but I love receiving your comments.
    Chapter 3 will be posted sometime Saturday.

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    Damn you, Sheep. You've left me really hard and really horny. And did I mention I'm fucking hard now. I want to hear a knock at the door and James to be there so the fun can start again. I wanna cum! Please, make me cum with the next chapter. I know you can do it.
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    ©2011-2012 Sheep. All rights reserved. Copyright registered and protected. It is illegal to copy, post or publish without the written consent of the author. This story is NOT in the public domain

    Chapter three

    Robb helped bag up my parent’s clothing. There was nothing of dad’s I would wear or that would fit. It gave me a chance to clean the closet properly, now that it was empty. We then moved my clothes to the master bedroom and packed the old stuff into the boat. Since I needed to get food and beer, we took a run into town, depositing the old clothing into the drop box, then did the shopping. We saw a cute guy in the beer store bulging out of his bathing suit front and rear. Robb had a goofy grin on his face so I reminded him that we would have company that evening.

    “Scott, was I that obvious, or can you read my mind?”

    “A bit of both -- but the drool running down your chin while you licked your eyebrows did give you a bit of a deviant look, and besides, I’m sure your eyes burned holes in his bathing suit,” I chuckled.

    “See if I suck your dick again mister,” he warned.

    I asked Robb to drive us back to the lake which elicited one of his trademark “marvy’s” and another when he put the pedal to the metal outside of town.


    After an otherwise uneventful trip back to the lake, Robb driving the boat, I prepared the spaghetti sauce for tonight’s meal and got it simmering on the stove. I popped us both a beer and sat down on the couch, only to have Robb fly through the air and land with his face on my crotch. The boy sure knew how to get me horny. When he kissed me, I could feel an electrical charge go from my tongue to my cock. “Let’s break in the King sized bed with a 69, Robb.”

    We raced to the master bedroom where Robb stripped me in approximately 3 seconds. I returned the favor. It’s difficult to know who was charged up more, but one thing was certain, when the two of us got together rivers of cum happened. It had been a full day so far and the best was yet to come. Sex makes me sleepy so we spooned and had a nap.


    I woke up with Robb tickling me. I opened my eyes but he appeared to be asleep. Tickle, tickle. I rolled over to find myself staring into James’ blue eyes.

    “How do you separate the men from the boys at the YMCA?” he queried.

    “Beats me,” I replied. “With a crowbar” he volunteered, laughing.

    “You big goof, you only saw Robb and I kiss this morning and already you’re coming out with gay jokes. This morning you said you were OK with Robb and I being gay. Is there something you wish to add to that,” I asked with a grin on my face.

    “Well, duh, dude. Yeah, I’m gay if you hadn’t figured it out. Did I need to scream it from the rooftops?”

    “James, I kept getting mixed signals. It looked like you dated every hot chick on the lake!”

    “Kiss me,” James demanded.

    I was only too happy to oblige. And what a nice kiss it was. We looked into each other’s eyes, searching for the meaning of all this.

    “There, you just got more out of me than any of those girls!” he confessed.

    I beamed him a 500 watt smile. How cool was it that the boy just got his first kiss and it wasn’t from one of those blonde bimbos with big tits, it was from me.

    “James, I consider it an honour and, as always, I feel privileged to be your friend”.

    “My best friend,” he corrected, as he put his arms around me and hugged me.

    “Dang, you’re calling me your best friend. I guess that’s going to kill it for us having sex,” I stated.

    He lifted my hand and placed it on his crotch. He was rock hard.


    “No it won’t, if I can help it” he corrected.



    I don’t mean to change the subject, James, but Robb and I fell asleep shortly after you left and haven’t eaten. My famous spaghetti sauce is simmering on the stove and there’s enough to feed an army. Do you think you could squeeze in some?” I asked.

    “Absolutely, because I got busy and dinner was over by the time I got back from a service call, so I had a banana for dinner.”

    “I want one too,” Robb voiced.
    He had overheard most of our conversation.

    “You want a banana?” James asked.

    “Yup, this one” as he reached over and grabbed James cock.

    “I guess I really was barking up the wrong tree. I’ve been out three minutes and already I have two hot guys after me,” James giggled.

    “And they are going to have you after some food and some partying,” I informed.

    “Works for me,” James responded.

    “OK, let’s get out of bed before the sheets are saturated in pre-cum. I pulled the covers down exposing our hardness to James.


    I decided to go commando, so I put on my sweats, taunting them both with my cock’s bulge and outline of its head. Robb followed my lead. His gray sweats clung to his bubble butt, getting my gastric juices flowing! If James was diabetic he would have been in trouble from all the eye candy!


    I got us beers from the fridge, set the table, put on the big pot full of water for the spaghetti, and gave the sauce a good stir, allowing the aroma to fill the cottage. James pulled out his sweats from his backpack.

    “I may as well be comfortable like you,” whereupon he peeled off his shorts exposing his junk to us.

    “James, I only saw you nude once and I remember a big bush and hairy balls,” I remarked.

    “Yeah, when I joined the swim team all the other guys either trimmed or shaved off everything and being kind of hairy I just trimmed, except for my balls, which I shave. Guys look gross in speedos if they haven’t mowed the lawn. I used to shave in my shower in residence because I knew I would get hard doing it with the other guys before the meets. Most of the others had shave buddies, but I wasn’t comfortable with that idea at the time,” said James.

    “I didn’t even know you were on a team. I was going to ask how you liked being so far from home and what you did in your free time,” I said.

    “To tell you the truth, I was a little homesick and joined the team to get to know some guys and for something to keep me in shape. They are really nice but I can’t take being that far from home and only getting back for Christmas and spring break. It’s a six hour drive, not including any holdups for bad weather.”


    It would be nice if you transferred to our school,” I suggested.


    “One step ahead of you dude; it’s a done deal. I just need to decide if I will be in residence or share an apartment with some guys. I want to find out if there are any openings on the swim team, because I want to continue with that.”

    Robb and I looked at each other and burst out laughing.

    “What?” exclaimed James looking totally baffled.

    “If you suck my dick I can arrange for you to get on the team,” Robb answered.

    “What makes you so sure, dude? replied James, looking totally perplexed.

    By that point Robb and I were rolling on the floor laughing our asses off.

    “We are your team members, James, we are both on the team. Coach has been pleading with us to find recruits to get our numbers up, besides one of our strongest members is transferring to a university in Connecticut at the end of the month. Speaking for myself at least, we want to be your shave buddies, so welcome to the team, and let me tell you my dick is nice and clean for you to suck tonight,” Robb said.


    “OK you two, to the table before we forget dinner,” I said.

    Robb lit the candles to provide a little romance to what would come a little later, while James served plates of al dente spaghetti noodles and I followed with the sauce. When they were seated I brought in the oversized red and white checkered napkins and placed one on each of their laps, giving their packages a little squeeze in the process. I wondered what the guy who invented commando was working on now.

    “James, help yourself to the parmesan and pass it around.”

    Andrea Bocelli sang in Italian in the background, adding a bit of atmosphere. I poured us each a glass of Chianti to complete the picture.

    “To us and our gay swim team,” I toasted as we clinked our glasses.

    Very little conversation ensued as we starving, growing boys hoovered down the spaghetti and the second helpings I served. Having finished, we left the table only after Robb, my angelic Bambi, let out a belch that could be heard for a mile.
    “Baby, you have so much class -- too bad it’s all low,” I joked.


    After dinner, we sat around and had a few beers and generally got well acquainted. I talked to James about the boat he was using this year, a Monterey 180fs bow rider with a 220 HP Mercruiser inboard/outboard and a swim platform. It was a good boat for general use and rock solid for a ski boat. It was classified as family/sport. I noticed it was very happy pulling James as he cut back and forth, not varying the speed at all, unlike my boat, which felt like it would stop when someone did turns.

    “If you are thinking of getting a new boat, if you can hold off until the end of summer, mine will be for sale. That’s the beauty of having a dad that owns a marina. I get a new boat every year and get to pick the options like the calibrated speedometer, GPS, and hi-end sound system including a subwoofer. This one is now a demonstrator and I’m sure dad would let you have it for under $20,000. I don’t know if you know, but without the options it lists at almost $30,000,” James offered.

    “Could you knock any more off if I gave you a few blow jobs?” I joked.

    “Already factored that in -- and much more, especially if you guys shave me tonight,” he winked, his blue eyes sparkling mischievously.


    James squeezed in between Robb and me. “I have a million things going on right now,” I said.

    I told them about the loft nearing completion, which I was totally focused on.

    “I want the boat but need to talk to my advisor before I sign on the dotted line, and besides, I’m not paying top dollar if the sex isn’t great,” I joked.

    James had a hurt look on his face, not realizing I was joking.

    “What part of virgin don’t you understand, Scott? Everyone has to start somewhere. If I’m no good in bed it’s because my teachers aren’t either,” he said, sticking his tongue out at me.

    “Touché,” I returned, as I pulled him to me and sucked his tongue into my hot, moist mouth.

    I put my hand on his cock which literally sprang to attention. We continued our tongue play as Robb slipped James’ sweats down and sucked his big uncut cock into his mouth. James made some contented moaning sounds.

    “What do you think of your teachers so far?” I said.

    “I’m thinking I won’t have to give you anymore discounts, but I want you to shave me like right now,” Robb.

    “I think you have the pump primed. You heard the man -- he wants to be shaved,” I said.

    Robb pulled James’ sweats off and I removed his sweatshirt; James kicked off his sandals and stood there still hard from Robb sucking him. Robb and I pulled our shirts off as James got Robb’s sweats to the floor, his face inches from Robb’s hard cock. He then swiveled around and did the same to me. It felt erotic having this beautiful guy and my best friend taking my clothes off. As James stared at my thick hard-on, some pre-cum oozed out in anticipation. I almost jumped when James wrapped his mouth around it. It seemed so strange after the years I whacked off thinking about being in bed with my friend to have my cock in his mouth. I ran my fingers through his beautiful thick blond hair.

    “About that shave?” I asked.

    James stood up and gave me a quick kiss. “Let’s go.”

    to be continued ...

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    Another fabulous chapter Sheep

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    Sheep,
    Are we being led to a slaughter? This kind, I think we would all enjoy!

    Some hot Pasta, before more Hot Passion?
    And, oh, the low hanging fruit we get to fondle on the way.
    (Or suckle, as the case may be.)

    You've been hanging back all these years, just building your own story in your mind. And we're the ones who are benefitting!

    Thanks!!


    And I know, if I'll only be true, to this glorious quest . . .

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    Donnie...

    You know I am too innocent tbe exposed to this pornographic stuff..

    I stuffed that filth in the dark closet there it will stay

    I'm going to my room now ..........

    .................................

    '''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''
    ''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''
    Pssst..
    Unca Donnie...we got any more flashlight batteries?
    Or another flashlight that works? That room is dark
    and I need a night lite......I'ma skeered

    Bullshit.....I was in bed with the lights out

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    Does this mean you like what our good bud, Sheep, has been writing and sharing with us?


    And I know, if I'll only be true, to this glorious quest . . .

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    it means i is askered of the dark and it is

    dark in that closet....uh I mean bedroom.

    I is a good boy...now, batteries?

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    I have a flash light that you can crank up and get light, or AM/FM/Wthr Band - as long as you can crank, you can have light.

    But, it will build a charge, so you don't have to crank non-stop - at least, not the flashlight.


    And I know, if I'll only be true, to this glorious quest . . .

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    I know I like it! And I wonder.......hmmm....

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    Hi, PH!
    I'm enjoying it a great deal, too!


    And I know, if I'll only be true, to this glorious quest . . .

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    Which Donnie?

    Which gives you the bigger charge?

    The very zealous wanking

    Or the so hyper cranking?

    Get him on Kindle tonight

    You can read by its light.

    Actually, the sheep does good

    better than most in the neighborhood

    I ain't saying that mutton s tale

    Don't hit me hard and on the nail...

    Ok, the poem sucks...his story does not
    I'd like more....it hits the spot.

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    lol Don

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    There you go, Lefty.
    I KNEW you could do it, lol.


    And I know, if I'll only be true, to this glorious quest . . .

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    What do you mean

    There I go?

    I could do it.....

    Man You Forget.....

    I am in the dark here,

    Way deep in the closet...

    and reading.

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    Keep it cuming you tease! Loving the story.

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    Okay Mr. Sheep,

    Your editor and my friend...Mr. Positive Mental Attitude,
    Father to Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm, Twin brother of
    Dorothy in OZ is trying to bring us together.

    Cool, if Donnie the "Q" says you are a good guy, I trust
    my brother. Plus, your dirty story is damn good. Now,
    sit your butt down and write or I will nail you in a Bio Blog.

    Hell I may anyway, soon as I know you a bit better. LOL

    thirty

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    You continue to keep your fans happy with this story - nice one!



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    What a delightful way to wake from a nap. Laying there wrapped in the arms of one stud and opening my eyes to another, who, by the way, kisses me. I probably would have thought I had gone to heaven. Now where's that genie to grant my wish............
    Great chapter, Sheep.

    Craiger

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    Chapter three was fantastic!
    I can't wait for the next

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    O.K., Sheep! Now I'm PISSED!!

    You've gone and left "Us" HANGING!!! (Well ... "Animal" isn't exactly "Hanging", and THAT'S the PROBlem!! )

    Jeebus!, Dude!! It ain't nice to get "Us" ALL Cranked UP, and then blithely leave "Us", with oozing pre-cum lubing our palms and shafts, and our tongues hanging out! That just ain't "Right", Man!!

    SO! Get your paws off your junk and back to your keyboard!!

    "Us" NEED MORE!!!

    And, stop that Smilin' shit! "Us" KNOWS you did that on purpose!!
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    Sheep,
    I think your readers are enjoying your literary talents.

    (Cliff)hangers and all - well, maybe polevaulting is a bit closer to what's happening, lol.


    And I know, if I'll only be true, to this glorious quest . . .

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    Quote Originally Posted by haunted View Post
    Another fabulous chapter Sheep
    Thanks Haunted. I love the progression of your story. It isn't developing like the first few chapters indicated. The primary fetish has all but disappeared and it's now about a subject dear to our hearts. I applaud your work and hope more readers will give it the time it deserves. I wouldn't miss a chapter. It can be disheartening when there isn't much feedback but we both know, they are out there and reading.

    Quote Originally Posted by DonQuixote View Post
    Sheep,
    Are we being led to a slaughter? This kind, I think we would all enjoy!
    Some hot Pasta, before more Hot Passion?
    And, oh, the low hanging fruit we get to fondle on the way.
    (Or suckle, as the case may be.)
    You've been hanging back all these years, just building your own story in your mind. And we're the ones who are benefitting!
    Thanks!!
    Thanks, Don but pat yourself on the back. You are the guy that takes badly punctuated prose, corrects it and makes it flow. I think you are right. I've been benefitting from all the great writers here. I've also had this idea brewing for some time. The only thing hotter than a swimmers body in a Speedo is one without the Speedo

    Quote Originally Posted by Lefty View Post
    it means i is askered of the dark and it is
    dark in that closet....uh I mean bedroom.
    I is a good boy...now, batteries?
    Lefty, If you have one of those dildospolice special 4 'D' cell flashlights you will get through a chapter of filth, not that you would be reading it, rather, stacking it neatly in your closet.

    Quote Originally Posted by PerpetuallyHard312 View Post
    I know I like it! And I wonder.......hmmm....
    Your username is what I am as I write this stuff

    Quote Originally Posted by brasilboy1 View Post
    Keep it cuming you tease! Loving the story.
    I shall. Chapter 4 should raise its uncut head on Wednesday.

    Quote Originally Posted by Lefty View Post
    Okay Mr. Sheep,
    Your editor and my friend...Mr. Positive Mental Attitude,
    Father to Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm, Twin brother of
    Dorothy in OZ is trying to bring us together.
    Cool, if Donnie the "Q" says you are a good guy, I trust
    my brother. Plus, your dirty story is damn good. Now,
    sit your butt down and write or I will nail you in a Bio Blog.
    Hell I may anyway, soon as I know you a bit better. LOL
    -30-
    I'm the guy that told DQ I was a good guy. What part of that do you not understand?

    Quote Originally Posted by Autolycus View Post
    You continue to keep your fans happy with this story - nice one!
    Who is like us were it not for Autolycus, the very man who has made me covet a possible animated member for the team.

    Quote Originally Posted by Craiger View Post
    What a delightful way to wake from a nap. Laying there wrapped in the arms of one stud and opening my eyes to another, who, by the way, kisses me. I probably would have thought I had gone to heaven. Now where's that genie to grant my wish
    Great chapter, Sheep.
    Craiger
    That thought went to my mind at the time until I remembered I'm a card carrying member of the atheist party. Ah well, reality can be better than a dream. I'm really glad you like the story.

    Quote Originally Posted by UkrainianForever View Post
    Chapter three was fantastic!
    I can't wait for the next
    Thanks! Just for that, I could put in a good word to get you a try-out for the team. If you don't make the cut, you could be towel boy, if you don't mind a bunch of testosterone charged, smooth bodied swimmers asking for favours

    Quote Originally Posted by Kyanimal View Post
    O.K., Sheep! Now I'm PISSED!!
    You've gone and left "Us" HANGING!!! (Well ... "Animal" isn't exactly "Hanging", and THAT'S the PROBlem!!
    Jeebus!, Dude!! It ain't nice to get "Us" ALL Cranked UP, and then blithely leave "Us", with oozing pre-cum lubing our palms and shafts, and our tongues hanging out! : That just ain't "Right", Man!!
    SO! Get your paws off your junk and back to your keyboard!!
    "Us" NEED MORE!!!
    And, stop that Smilin' shit! "Us" KNOWS you did that on purpose!!
    Chaz
    Look at it this way. I saved you a bunch of lube, and, in these HARD economic times, a penny saved is, well you know. I can give cliff hangers or cute stories that start with "Once upon a time," with the southern USA translation "Y'all ain't gonna believe this shit..." and ending with "...and they all lived happily ever after." Your choice

    Quote Originally Posted by hardreader View Post
    Damn you, Sheep. You've left me really hard and really horny. And did I mention I'm fucking hard now. I want to hear a knock at the door and James to be there so the fun can start again. I wanna cum! Please, make me cum with the next chapter. I know you can do it.
    James knocked at my door. He knocks really harrrrd. After you read chapter 4, I want you to send me a picture showing your cum saturated undies.

    Wednesday chapter 4 gets posted. I especially want to hear from those of you that manage to cum without even touching yourselves

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    Amazing story! Keep it cumming!

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    OMG!!! AMAZING!!!
    If only this would happen on my swim team lol...
    Anyways...can you write into your story:
    1. the swim team get a hot recruit/transfer
    2. but the recruit is only staying overnight to check the team out
    3. the recruit is totally connecting with one of the swimmers
    4. one of the swimmers really wants to try something with the recruit, but the recruit is definitely straight
    5. the recruit is staying in the room of the swimmer who wants to try something with him...

    PS. This "might" be happening as I am typing this reply and this recruit might be sleeping in my room tonight...OMG I can not help myself...he is leaving tomorrow (sadface)

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    Hardreader: Damn you, Sheep. You've left me really hard and really horny. And did I mention I'm fucking hard now. I want to hear a knock at the door and James to be there so the fun can start again. I wanna cum! Please, make me cum with the next chapter. I know you can do it.

    Sheep: James knocked at my door. He knocks really harrrrd. After you read chapter 4, I want you to send me a picture showing your cum saturated undies.

    Hardreader: OK. I just got to read Chapter 4. I thought you got me fucking hard with the last chapter. Now I'm throbbing and aching to cum, you cum-crazed bastard of a so-called porn writer. I'm loving being teased to the edge like this. Can I hold this load till tomorrow and blow an extra huge load for a picture of my cum saturated undies? I doubt I'll wait, but I gotta say my pre-cum is tasting so good right now that I think I'll just read this chapter again and enjoy some more of the sweet slime I'm leaking. Looking forward to tomorrow's installment. Once again I say, 'I wanna cum! Please, make me cum with the next chapter. I know you can do it.'
    "Reading should be easy. Only the reader should be hard." -- hardreader

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