Connor the Swimmer - Sex Stories

Connor the Swimmer

... allowed myself to feel a bit of pride as well.

One morning, I awoke to my alarm clock and stared up at the ceiling through the dim moonlight. It was routine after all these years, but I still struggled to drag myself out of bed immediately. Instead, I lay and allowed myself to be lost in thought.

After swimming, I had to go to school and finish my history assignment. I'd been neglecting it for weeks now, and my stomach bubbled uncomfortably when I realised that it was due on Friday. Sighing, I allowed my hand to rest on my warm dick. As usual for that time of morning, it was as hard as a rock. So hard in fact, that it ached a little. I gave it a few little tugs and suppressed a shiver as my foreskin moved up and down.

I glanced at the clockface shining in the dark; four minutes until it went off again and I'd really have to think about getting up. Then, I made a spilt decision as a memory of a friend flashed across my mind; I pulled back the covers and stared moving my hand, slowly, up, and down.

The memory was of my mate, Riley. He was a short, blonde guy who loved to be naked as much as possible. As my left hand rested on my balls, I remembered the time that he had come out of the shower naked before going to a party.

The bed creaked a bit as I thought of the time he had barged into the footy change rooms and immediately pulled his shorts down to reveal his cock. He ran around the room and hugged everyone, taking great joy in the laughter he got from the ...

... rest of the team when he pretended to hump a few of the guys.

My dick was really starting to tingle now. I cupped and tugged on my balls gently as my hips began to shift. I thought of the time we were playing a game on my Sega console at the end of my bed, and he beat me. He told me to fuck him hard, pulled his undies down, spread his arse cheeks and showed me his slightly hairy hole. I had gotten hard within seconds, and he noticed.

My hips rocked more violently as I remembered him turning around to reveal his own hard dick and moved closer to me. Staring, and without saying anything, he pulled my undies off for my dick to spring out.

My finger reached down further to massage my hole and I was ready to enter it slightly as I remembered Riley looking from me, down to my hard cock and back again before slowly lowering his mouth down. His warm, wet lips made contact with my cock head and then started to move down --

'Oh fuck.' I muttered into the darkness, my hips shaking violently and my finger penetrating my tight hole.

Then, suddenly, my bedroom door opened, and the silhouette of my brother appeared in the doorway. I stopped abruptly but it was too late. Rope after rope of cum shot from my pulsating dick and onto my stomach, neck, and cheek. My heavy breathing filled the dark, quiet air as I stared, transfixed at the spot I knew my brother to be standing in.

It was dark, but not too dark. I could make him out after all.

A feeling of shame and humiliation ...