A high-school education. - Sex Stories

A high-school education.

... he was obviously aware I had one. He slapped me on my ass and said "well now you'll be swimming faster than ever." I guess he was trying to make light of me rebuffing his pass. "Yeah. Thanks. We'll see tomorrow." I was toweling myself dry and had to slip down my speedos. I could feel his eyes on me as I bent down. Then John said Oh man, sorry Billy. I guess I slapped your ass a little harder than I meant to. There's a big red hand-print on your cheek. It was supposed to be a friendly pat." "That's OK." It HAD stung but I didn't want to whine about it. Horseplay the showers was nothing new. I felt him rubbing it gently. Caressing my ass. Making it all better. And he was. John took some oil and offered to rub it into my freshly shaved legs. "It'll make it feel better." I don't know why I let him. He was still trying it on... but I felt bad that I'd knocked him back in the shower. I stood there, letting his hands roam all over my legs, covering them with a soothing salve, from my ankles to the tops of my thighs. He made me hard. My naked hard cock was there for him. And he looked at it but never touched it. Now I wanted him to, or I wanted to touch it myself, but that would have to wait. I hurried up and got dressed and told him I needed to get home. He dressed too and drove me. It was quiet in the car. I didn't know what to say and I guess he didn't either. We pulled up and he stopped the car. Like he had the other time. He turned to me and asked "Can I tell you a secret, ...

... Billy?" "Sure." "It's a really big secret. You have to promise you'll never tell anyone." "Sure, John. You can trust me. I'd never tell." "I like you." "I know. You told me before." "No. That's the secret. I like you. Like... like." "I like you too, John." "I like girls, Billy. You know that, right?" "Yeah, I just saw the evidence at your place. I do too." "But I keep thinking about you. I like you... that way." "Ohhh. Uhh O...K..." "I'm sorry about earlier. Making you uncomfortable..." "No.. that's OK. That's fine. It was OK. Don't feel bad." "You won't tell anyone?" "No John. I'm cool." We said goodbye and I went inside. That night I was thinking about all that had happened. I had showered before bed and had done as I'd promised. Now I was laying on my towel, stroking my cock. And I was thinking about Suzie. Naked. Fingering herself. Watching her getting fucked. And that should have been what got me off.... but then I was thinking about John. My hero, John. And his touch. Feeling his hands on my body. Running up my legs. And his cock. I was thinking about John's cock. Hard, thrusting into Suzie's pussy. Hard, wet, smooth, rubbing against mine. And I started imagining what it would feel like. In my hand. In my mouth. Would John like it if I sucked him off? Would it please him? I wanted to please him. And I spread my legs as I masturbated. How would it be to lie under him, like Suzie had been? Would he like that? I came while I was thinking about John. Not Suzie. And then I felt ...