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By Chris Carr
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Alex was playing around a little in the water, swimming backwards and forth across the pool, ducking under and popping up at various places like some lost sea otter. I was just lazing against the side of the pool, near the filter port. We called it our Jacuzzi because when the filter blew the water in, it made bubbles.
I was watching the stream of bubbles pouring out the side wall when I spied Alex swimming beneath the water towards me. He was playing a game we called "submarine" where you skimmed right over the bottom of the pool and then followed it up the side wall until you surfaced. But he was heading right towards me and I started wondering when he was going to stop.
Turning at my feet, he started up my body, as if I was the pool wall and continued up, his body right next to mine until he surfaced, inches away from me.
"Idiot," I said, staring directly into his face. He wiped water from his face and smiled, once he could hear what I was saying. We stood like that, face to face for a few, then he swam off, heading for the other side of the pool.
When he finally stopped, he perched himself against the wall, resting his elbows on the concrete edge to catch his breath. A stroke of mischievousness overtaking me, I ducked under the water and swam over the bottom of the pool, mimicking his actions. As his feet came into view, I turned upwards, following his hairless legs until I arrived at his skin tight, bikini style swimming trunks. Hey! We wore those things back then and thought nothing of it!!
Grabbing them by the top, I yanked down, pulling his trunks until they were half way his thighs.
It wasn’t such a gamble because I’d spied his dick in those tight trunks and observed it was already getting hard.
Alex jumped when I yanked his trunks down, his hands immediately shooting under the water to pull them back up. But his bobbling dick told me all I needed to know and I reached up and encircled it in my hand before he could get them. Alex was such a horny boy, I wondered if he kept a hard-on, 24/7. No honest, there were times we’d be sitting around doing nothing and someone would glance over and notice the little tent in Alex’ shorts or pants and we’d all crack up at him.
"Dang Alex, what was it this time, the wind?" We’d taunt. "No, it must’ve been Tony’s voice," Someone else would say, eliciting another round of laughs.
He practically melted in my hands when I clutched his stiff, six inches. His dick swelled and the head got bigger, and, even though he was still reaching for his trunks, his hips nudged forward, pushing his dick further into my hand. I stayed under as long as I could, stroking his throbbing spear until finally, I had to surface. Alex was still bent forward, idly reaching for his trunks as his eyes locked on me. He looked like he’d just been caught, stealing his baby sister’s bottle, his face guilt ridden. But I didn’t say anything about him being hard this time. In fact, I half suspected that was his purpose for coming over that afternoon.
He lowered his eyes when I took up a position next to him. Despite all the indications he was really into this, he never, totally lent himself to these activities. At that age, I wasn’t aware of all the inhibitions a boy could have, especially considering all the good natured ribbing we’d given him over his spontaneous erections. His dick was anxiously pulsing in my hand and I knew, just a few strokes and he’d blow, but his behavior indicated discomfort.
The quiet overtook us again and all I could hear was Alex’ labored breathing and the soft laps of the water against the edge of pool. We both stared beneath the water, watching his hard dick as my hand moved up and down it. How we didn’t chafe each other without lube in those days is beyond me but I suppose that as hot as we were, it didn’t take much anyway.
It certainly didn’t take much for Alex. His chocolate dick raised up like a well aimed canon and spurted in no time. Both of our eyes were large as saucers at that site. As Alex gasped and grunted, I gasped in wonder at his issue jetting into the water like the filter. The first few spurts were the most amazing, cutting through the water like misguided missiles. Splat, split, splat, they shot, coursing through the water then hanging midair, suspended in the liquid.
"Daaaaaannnng," We chimed.
Alex let out another gasp, and more squirted out but with less fervor. Eventually his white substance ebbed until it merely dribbled out to float down in the water. It was a science lesson and teen bonding, all wrapped in one and I never forgot it.
Although they never did when we were all together, it became apparent the boys were sharing experiences with each other. From subtle requests, based on what some other boy had told them to the increase in repeats, it became more and more evident.
But it really came to a head the day Jeffrey asked who’d lasted the longest. Now, Jeffrey wasn’t exactly the type I’d expect to make that kind of inquiry. That he’d actually joined our club was a surprise to me because he was your typical, clueless, teenage jock who was constantly climbing on things or throwing rocks and loved anything with a ball in it. To watch him, you’d think he was the type thought of sex only when someone else brought it up. He took forever to get off when he joined and made little to no indication it was anything more than if he’d took a piss when he did.
"Huh?" I said, stunned.
"When they joined," he reiterated. "Who lasted the longest?"
I sat there for a few minutes, still trying to get over how bold he’d suddenly become. Going through the files, I found it hard to remember exactly who did what, there’d been so many.
"I don’t know," I finally conceded. "Why?" He hunched his shoulders and tossed a pebble.
We were sitting on the curb in front of my house, lounging. He picked up another pebble and skidded it across the pavement, then spat on the ground. God! I never understood that spitting thing!!! We sat there for a long time, Jeffrey throwing pebbles and spitting.
"Was it me?" He finally ventured, his eyes straight forward. This was really getting weird and I didn’t have a clue what was up.
"I don’t know Jeff," I bristled, picking up a pebble and tossing it.
"’Cause… Melvin said he’d went longer than any of us."
Melvin. Of course. Mr. Competitive had taken up a new sport huh? I smothered a chuckle.
"Naw, it wasn’t Melvin," I emphasized.
"But did he last for long as I did?"
"Dang, Jeff, like I said, it’s hard to remember. Everybody did something different and it’s hard to say if they ‘lasted’ the longest," I stressed. Jeffrey stood and I noticed an apparent bulge in his Sears toughskins.
He walked over to a larger rock in the street and picked it up, tossing it up the asphalt. I sat there, trying to put all the pieces together, that glimpse of Jeffrey’s bulge distracting me. Melvin had apparently done it again, curiously advancing things to another level.
Jeffrey was still picking up rocks and throwing them, the nature of his inquiry no doubt awkward. His bulge was gone, his sturdy waist twisting to and fro with each of his tosses. He stooped, picked up another rock and stood, poised to throw.
"Melvin get on my nerves," He murmured, throwing the rock. "Always mouthin’ off ‘bout what he can do."
Remember my mentioning I was a little slow at times? Well, as always, it took a little while before it dawned on me what was happening. Jeffrey continued bad mouthing Melvin, idly picking up rocks and tossing them in frustration for some time as I pulled things together. Finally, I stood, brushing dirt from my pants like a good gay-boy-to-be, then signaled for Jeffrey to follow me.
He stopped, absently holding a rock in his hand as I headed for the back yard. Dropping it in the street, he eventually followed. We entered the clubhouse and I locked the door, as usual. Jeffrey looked at me, confused, his mouth slightly opened. You know, Jeffrey had some real cute lips. The bottom lip was bigger than the top, the surface a luscious plum. Both lips full and sensuous, he was one of those guys whose mouth somehow kept his lips seductively moist.
I walked past him and pulled up a box. Turning to face him, I smiled smugly at him. He returned a nervous grin that quickly faded when I started unfastening his toughskins.
"What?" He muttered, unsure of my intentions.
"Let’s see if Melvin is full of it," I said, pulling them down.
He looked at me a second, I suppose processing what I’d offered then slowly, a smile crept on his face. In a matter of minutes his white briefs extended, his anxious spear growing rapidly hard. I watched the phenomenon, amazed at how willing he’d become. Palming his pulsing tool through his cotton briefs, I traced about the shaft then up the head. Jeffrey quivered, his eyes closing. He wouldn’t last no time at this rate, I figured. I needed something to slow him down.
"Hey why don’t you take your clothes off?" I suggested.
His eyes widening, he gawked at me as if I’d just told him to dance at his school in the nude.
"It’ll make you last longer," I prompted. He considered my proposal, his dick temporarily softening. Looking warily at the house he inquired,
"Where’s Lyle?"
"I don’t know."
"And… your mom?" He stressed, looking towards the house again.
He had me there. I scratched my head, stumped until I remembered she’d mentioned going to the store earlier that morning. Explaining we’d wait until then, we put our plans on hold. All I needed was to ensure Lyle went with her.
Counting change from my piggy bank, I found enough to offer him a treat, providing he went with mom. He readily swiped the money up and immediately started nagging mom to go. All the better, I thought, anxiously awaiting their departure.
As soon as they were gone, I dashed to the clubhouse to wait for Jeffrey. A few minutes passing, I started pacing. Although my strategy had worked flawlessly, I hadn’t considered the possibility, he might not show. What was taking him so long? I panicked, pacing back and forth. Had he changed his mind?
To be continued....
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