Connor the Swimmer - Sex Stories

Connor the Swimmer

... I glanced over at Nathanial who was still standing quite still, his eyes closed. The thing was, Nathanial didn't usually stay to shower after training. He usually just threw his clothes on and drove home before getting read for school.

Then, without warning, he grabbed the rim of his speedos and slowly pulled them down until they dropped around his ankles. My heart thumped wildly. I'd never seen him naked before in all these years. His dick was big, uncut, and swung a little as he kicked his swimmers away. His arse was tight and smattered lightly with hairs. As his eyes stayed closed, I stared, my mouth slightly agape. Then, without even thinking, I pulled my own speedos down and allowed them to drop.

Gulping, I turned away and grabbed some soap. My cock tingled and stiffened as I lathered myself and closed my eyes. Don't get a boner, I willed myself, trying to think of movies or animals or nan. Anything to try and keep it down. When I opened my eyes, I was trying to remember the exact words for the Return of the Jedi title crawl. That evaporated when I heard Nathanial's voice echoing across the tiled room.

'You good there bud?'

I looked down and saw that my dick was pointing straight outwards, directly at him. Then I looked back up and smirked weakly, trying to play it cool, 'It has a mind of its own.'

'Didn't have your morning jerk aye?' was all he said.

I laughed a little and turned away, towards the soap once more. Before I did so, I don't know if I ...

... imagined his dick thickening a little too.

* * *

School that day wasn't fun. I arrived late and missed the first five minutes of Geography. Ms Prendergast's displeasure was nothing compared to mine when I found out that there was another assessment task handed out and due in three weeks, on the first day of next term.

'But Miss, that's during the holidays.' I spluttered abruptly.

Miss Pendergast stared me down through her narrow, ancient eyelids and said the line which spread dread and annoyance throughout me, 'Mr Legge, you are in Year 12 now. You're expected to work all the way up until the last exam. If you aren't prepared to put the effort in at this point, then I question your dedication to meet your ambitions.'

I left the room furiously and stopped by the bubbler before the next class. Drinking aggressively and swearing under my breath about the injustices of the world, I headed to Ancient History. I had Riley in that class at least. When I entered the room, there he sat in the back row. Short, toned with spiky blonde hair and bright green eyes. I threw myself down into the seat next to him at the back of the room and slammed my head onto the desk.

'Hey, what's up dude?' Riley said, poking me in what he must have thought was a funny way.

'That's four fucking assignments due in three weeks. This shits fucked.' I said into my arms.

Riley patted me on the back and said, 'Just think about that scholarship bro.'

I sighed. Somehow, this was exactly what ...