Swimmer's Fun

I always loved swimming. I loved the feel of the water against my skin, the sense of feeling weightless, it was addictive. I would wake up every morning, take off my clothes, and dive into the blue, the ice cold water and air being, by far, the best wake up ever.

At the age of 18, I stood at a meagre 5'10, with medium length, light brown hair, and blue eyes. I knew, as of a early age, that I wasnt what you'd call, a stunner, but ugly, I was not. My body, although not perfect, was in good shape, toned, tanned, a swimmers body, through and through, and my cock, a moderate 6.5 inches, was thick and straight, desirable in many ways. Yes, I wasn't perfect, but I was a catch, no doubt it.

It was the first day of university, a major stepping stone in the life of any young adult, and I stood at the front stairs in admiration. I could tell that this was a stage in my life I would never forget. Parties, alcohol, and sex, a perfect life, in my opinion. At this stage in my life however, I was, as many were, confused as to my sexual preference. I loved women, don’t get me wrong, everything about them. I was desperate to find a woman I loved, marry her and have kids, but at the same time, after being introduced to gay porn at a young age, I was fascinated by and craving the sexual attention of another male. Was I gay?

I began to walk slowly up the steps, found my way to the registration desk, and was soon shown to my room, a small, box shaped room with a bathroom, and, to my shock, two beds.
‘Haha, erm … sorry, I wasn’t aware I had to share the room with someone.’ I laughed. ‘Erm … is this permanent?’
The aide I asked simple looked at me, threw an information pack onto both the beds, and left, rolling his eyes.

Great, I thought, a fantastic beginning. In all honesty, this had been one of my many fears whilst sitting alone on the train. If one thing was for sure, it was that I was not a socially confident person. My voice, the only word being able to describe it being camp, was the main source of my sexuality problems. That feminine tinge to my low and rumbling voice had caused insecurities beyond belief as a child, and I wasn’t so excited about letting other people hear it, especially men.

After throwing all of my bags onto the floor, I decided that it was time I tested the pool. It was quite late at night now, and most other students were clear of the halls, allowing me to slip through the halls unnoticed, in my surfer shorts, towel in hand. After reaching the gym, I took note that it was completely deserted, a perfect silence hanging above the pool area. Immediately, I dived in, the water cooling my skin, making me feel at home again.

I swam for an hour, 100 lengths of the pool, and then decided that it was time to rest. I pulled myself up onto the poolside, and leant back onto my hands, breathing heavily, and looking around the gigantic gym. It was then that the door to the hallways opened, and a young man with medium length brown hair walked in, like my, towel in hand. He looked over my way and nodded, a gesture which I returned, and then began to undress. It was truly amazing. His body, quite like mine, was toned and tanned, sporting little hair, just a small patch underneath both armpits, and an attractive snail trail, leading down to unknown delights. He stood at about 5’10, 5’11, and his face, quite like his body, was perfectly tanned, and held gorgeous features, and a perfect smile beneath his glistening blue eyes. I gawped at the male, unaware of my facial expressions, that was, until he turned around, saw my face and laughed. It was at that moment that I realized what I must have looked like, and I was embarrassed beyond imagination. I just looked down at my legs, blushing. The boy looked at me once again, then dived into the blue, a beautiful sight. I just sat there watching as he swam lengths of the pool, occasionally flicking his hair off of his face, the long brown strands flying through the air, followed by little droplets of water. It was amazing, like watching art, and I was immobilised for a length of time, until he climbed out of the water and sat next to me.

‘Hey,’ he said, his voice sweet as candy. ‘I’m Rhys.’ He smiled, I sighed.
‘Oh yeah, cool,’ came my reply. ‘I’m Giuseppe, just arrived here.
‘Oh, man, me too, isn’t it awesome here. Where you from sweetie?’
Did he just call me sweetie, I was thinking. This is perfect.
‘England,’ I replied. ‘Born and bred. And you?’
‘Na, born here in America. Born, bred and remaining.’ he smiled. It was at this moment, to my utter surprise, that he put his hand upon my thigh. ‘Come on beautiful, let’s swim.’
He stood up in front of me, his beautiful crotch in my face, turned around, and began to pull down his shorts.
‘If you don’t mind, I prefer to swim like this’.

I jut nodded and gawped at his ass, his amazing bubble butt with cute dimples on both cheeks. He turned around slowly, and I almost feinted. There, hanging between his legs, was the image of perfection, an erect 7 inch penis, shooting straight out from his crotch, a tuft of pubic hair above it. I was hard instantly, and he knew it. He slowly walked toward me, staring only at my eyes, and then began to pick me up by the hands. I really couldn’t register what was going on, until he planted his luscious lips upon mine, slowly forcing his tongue into my mouth, massaging mine with his. His hands caressed my body, rubbing all over my sensitive nipples, squeezing, stroking and sending me into an orgasm frenzy. My body was burning, on fire inside, and I began to caress his cock, fingering his balls simultaneously. It was then that he grabbed both of my shoulders, shocking me at first, causing me to stop kissing him, smiled at me, and then thrust me backwards into the pool. He dived in after me, grabbing my torso again, and then, in one swift move, removed my surfer shorts and threw them to the side. We kissed again, this time, both jerking each other off at the same time, rubbing precum into each others hands before it drifted away into the water. Things were getting hot. I grabbed Rhys by his hair, and pushed him backwards till we were at the water’s edge. I just had to taste his dick. He pulled himself up onto the ledge, placed his hands on the back of my head, playing with my hair, while I stared at the head of his beautiful cock.

I began by teasing him, licking the remnants of precum off his head, tonguing the little slit as I did so, sending him into a frenzy. I took his balls into my mouth, placing my hand on his dick, pulling the foreskin backwards and forwards, applying pressure in all the right places, and sucking on his sack, hearing him moan above me. It was then that I decided to take him into my mouth, something I had never done before. Upon first entering, I tasted the luscious taste of dick, the manly scent. I slowly went down on him, eventuating in my nose pressing into his pubes, feeling the head of his cock forcing it’s way down my throat. It was amazing. I picked up the speed, going back and forth, licking his shaft as I do so, massaging his balls with my hand and jerking off with the other. I could hear him groaning and sighing above me, arousing me immensely, and about 10 minutes later, I heard him whisper, ‘Om my God, I’m gonna cum Giuseppe, IM CUMMING.’

I felt his cock pulse, the veins throbbing, and almost at once, shot after shot of heated whit cum spurted deep into my throat, filling my mouth. I had no idea what to do, except swallow, and that I did, taking all of his man juice inside me, filling me up, and sending me into a crazed orgasm, shooting my jizz all over my hand in the water. We remained like this for a few minutes, his cock still in my mouth, still rock hard, until he whispered into my ear, ‘My rooms free, and I need someone to help me erm … clean up. Follow me.’
It took about twenty minutes for the both of us to sneak through the corridors, naked and hard, and after that, we ended up by my bedroom door.
‘Hey man, how did you know this was my room?’, I asked, confused.
‘Your room?’, he replied. ‘Oh, this is gonna be so fun.’ He pulled out a key from his towel, and slid it into the door, opening it, and then pulling me in after him.
‘Get on the bed roomie,’ he ordered. ‘We got a long night ahead of us’.

He thrust me onto the bed, slowly climbing on top of me, grabbing my dick and pushing it against his. He began to jerk us off together, and put his mouth close to mine, licking my lips. He then rolled of the bed backwards, and ran toward his bags, reaching inside and pulling out a small black tube, KY Jelly.
‘Are you ready?’

I just smiled and nodded, pushing my legs up into the air. He slowly walked toward me, piling jelly onto his fully erect cock, massaging it in, fingering the tip, and then upon reaching me, he, with the finger that was already lubed up, began to stroke my hole. Moans were erupting from my mouth uncontrollably, sensations I had never felt were flying through my body, but this was nothing. Without warning, he thrust his index finger into my hole, a scream emerging from my lungs. He was now slowly pushing the finger in, wiggling it around, pulling it out, and forming a rhythm I was becoming accustomed to, until again, without warning, he shoved another finger to join his first. The feelings were immense, and I could hardly control myself. I was feeling as though I could erupt already. I looked at his face, a smirk planted upon it, and grabbed his hair, pulling his face toward mine.

We were passionately kissing as he fingered my hole, and I loved it. After a few minutes, he pulled away from me, relubing his dick, leaving me to watch. Upon finishing, he started to come back to me, pushing his tongue into my mouth, whilst grabbing both my hips, and for a third time, he thrust inside me, all the way. The pain was incredible, the burning sensation rising inside me, it felt like something were ripping me apart, but as the pain started to subside, immense feelings of pleasure replaced it. Rhys starting to plunge into my ass again, forming another rhythm while still kissing me, and soon he was thrusting harder and faster, sending me into a frenzy of pleasure and orgasm. Almost half an hour had passed, and three different positions, when he finally yelled ‘Oh, God, Giuseppe’. I knew what was coming, so I lurched backward onto his cock, sending it up, right inside me, just as the shits of liquid filled my ass, my own, eaking from my cock head onto my stomach.

Just as before, we remained this way for a few moments, until he slowly pulled his cock from me, and collapsed onto the bed beside me.
‘Giuseppe’, he whispered.
‘Yeah,’ I sighed.
‘This is gonna be one hell of a semester’.
He smiled.