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“It was alright,” I replied, looking up at this 6 foot Spanish/Italian boy-stud in a navy blue Speedo and a towel slung casually over his right shoulder, from my locker room bench.

As the captain of my high school swim team, I helped Coach Carter train our junior swimmers. It wasn’t until the end of the night where I got the chance to actually jump into the water and swim my laps. Usually, I had the locker room all to myself since the other guys had left by the time I was done. But for the past 2 weeks, I had found the new transfer Carl in the showers with me at the same time.

“The others have gone home. You’ve been training hard.” I said. Carl was standing right in front of me. Although barely 18, Carl had the body of a full-grown man. His lean defined chest had a dense spread of now-wet tuffs of hair that narrowed into a healthy trail and disappeared into his Speedo-clad crotch, which I was now eye-level.

“Well, next week’s the big day. National championship, you know. No pain, no gain, right?” Carl answered in his deep voice.

“Don’t tire yourself out. Save it for then, ok buddy?” Suddenly embarrassed that I was actually checking him out, I returned my gaze to the locker in front of me and grabbed my towels and toiletries.

“Aye, aye, Captain. Alright, take it easy,” Carl beamed at me as he walked away.

I looked up to watch Carl from behind. His well-defined v-shape back was impressive. Even though I had not swum against him before, I knew that he would be one tough competition. He’s a strong guy and with all the practice, it looked like he would be the one to beat next week.

I also knew that I have to watch myself more carefully the next time around him. I didn’t know whether it was the fullness of his butt pressing against his tight swim trunks, or the coarse hair along his muscular legs and thighs, or the combination of the self-assured manly confidence and sweet innocent boyish smile he possessed… there was just that certain something that raised my 8-inches up to its full mast.

“I have a girlfriend, damn it,” I told myself, “And do you want your ass fired as captain? You worked so hard for this.”

I was so determined to make captain (and a college scholarship) that I had been swimming most every night for the past 2 years. All the hard work had paid off: I held the state’s record and next week, I intended to break the national record as well.

Because of the daily practice, I was also in a very good shape. At 6’1”, I’m a green-eyed blonde hair German/Irish with broad shoulders and six-pack abs, and a killer tan line. I’d been getting looks from the other guys in the team ever since I started puberty in ninth grade.

Wrapping my towel around my waist, I made my way into the relatively small open shower room. There were a total of 8 showerheads – 4 opposite another 4, with no stalls or curtains. No matter where I stood and showered, I would be in a very close proximity of the hot stud.

Carl has started shampooing himself in the middle of the room. I settled to the corner by the entrance opposite of Carl, where I could get a full view of him. Letting the cold water run down my short blonde hair to my sore sculpted chest down to my smooth legs, the bulge in my trunks was beginning to deflate--but not for long…

Attempting to be discreet, I stole a couple of glances at Carl when he closed his eyes and washed his hair, or when he looked at a different direction. While lathering himself up, Carl finally slid his Speedo down and proceeded to soap his massive low-hanging balls and equally menacing thick tool. Even soft, he has a thick 6”er with a loose foreskin. I had not taken my trunks off yet, and my cock was aching from the strain. My cock was bursting out of the polyester, and I had to turn around and hide my erection from him.

“So you have a girlfriend, Dean?” Carl suddenly asked; as he casually moved on to soap his crack.

“Yeah, you know Beverly. She’s in your Calculus class” I replied, with my back still facing him.

“Yeah. She’s a smart girl. Man, she’s hot. I bet you’re running off to see her after this huh?”

“Nah, she’s visiting some family this weekend. You got a girl?”

“I broke up with her when I moved here, man.”

“That sucks.”

“I wish somebody does,” he joked and I laughed along with him nervously.

We continued our conversation for a few more minutes as we got to know each other more. He asked how long I’d been swimming and about Coach Carter and training tips. I took swimming seriously and so when we got into the topic, my dick was soft again.

Then he asked, “Do you get faster when you shave? Like, does it make a difference?”

I turned around and looked at him looking at my smooth shaved body.

“I don’t know. I’ve always shaved ever since I got hair, you know.”

I didn’t know whether he was checking out, but he eyed me up and down. I continued to soap myself.

“Say, can you help me with that? I mean, if you’re not too busy or anything, I could use a couple pointers.”

“Sure, it’s not like I’m doing anything after,” as I opened my bag and fished out my trusty Gillette and a bottle of shaving cream, and handed them to him.

“Try your legs first. They’re easier to do,” I continued. I was pretty disappointed that he was shaving since his hairiness was one of the things that I found so sexy, so I watched intently as he put on the cream and began shaving off his hairs.

All the time while he was shaving his legs, I was amused by his questions, “Am I doing it right? Did I get everything?” And occasionally, he blurted, “Man, this is such a bitch. I have so much respect for women now.”

Even though I was bummed out, watching him touched his glistening toned body was turning me on. I was getting excited by the seconds. I was hard again and I was hoping he wouldn’t notice.

“Hey, can you help me out with my legs here? I can’t quite reach around the back.”

I groaned a “Sure,” and leapt at this chance, knowing that this may be the only chance I’d get to be so close with this hot man. I squatted behind him, and started to let the shaver run on his back thighs, when he giggled and squirmed.

“Whoa, that’s ticklish.”

“Come on, don’t be a wussy. You’re almost done.” Without thinking, I placed my hands up on his waist and held him in his place, and continued to shave him. He squirmed a little bit more, and I gripped him even more tightly.

“You’re gonna cut yourself if you don’t stay still.”

He tried hard to stop moving but I would hear him whimpering, as I finished shaving his left leg. As I began to shave to his other leg, it began to dawn on me that I was actually paying more attention to his strong legs, rather than the hairs on his legs. My hands which were gripping his waist, slowly relaxed and they cupped around the softness and roundness of his bubble butt. Carl didn’t move.

When I finished, I gave Carl a soft slap on his butt.

“Okay, you’re done.”

Without missing a beat, Carl asked, “Can you do this too?” Carl turned around and pointed to the pubic hair on top of his beer-can cock, which at this point, had jutted out straight at me and leaking major pre-cum.

“You sure?” I asked. Inside, I was dying to do this for him. I lathered some more cream and began to shave his crotch. I held his cock so that I could have a closer shave. Carl began to moan and closed his eyes. As I took the whole of his cock in my hands, I couldn’t fit my fingers around his erection but I instinctively began to stroke it.

After a minute of shaving his pubic hair and washing the cream away, I was still squatting in front of him, with my hands on his cock. He inched closer to me and his cock was right in front of my mouth. I looked up at him and he looked at me with his big brown puppy eyes, as though saying, “Go for it.”

“I’ve never done this before. I don’t know how to.”

“Neither have I buddy. But man, you got me hard. Looks like you’re enjoying yourself too.”

I looked down at my own erection peeking out of my Speedo.

“Just pretend like you’re Beverly, and she’s giving head to you,” he assuringly continued.

I looked at his meaty cock. It seemed so big; I could not possibly fit it all in my mouth. I extended my tongue out to touch the tip of his leaking piss-slit. It tasted a little salty but sweet. I circled my tongue on Carl’s cock head and pulled back his foreskin. Carl gasped. He placed his hands behind my head and prodded me to continue. Wrapping my lips on his 10”er monster, I slowly slipped first the head, and then the neck of his dick into my mouth. Carl let out huge moan.

“Fuck, that feels so good buddy. I haven’t cum in two weeks. Fuck yeah!”

Carl gripped my head tighter and started to move his hips rhythmically. I could only take in 4 inches of his cock, before I started to feel like I was about to puke. Carl didn’t stop; in fact, he thrust faster and faster, and his grip tighter and tighter. Although I was choking, I was enjoying stretching my mouth to his hardness. With one hand playing with his balls, I used the other to feel his still-hairy stomach and chest. I found his right nipple and began to tease it. Beverly had done the same thing the last few times she went down on me to get me closer.

As Carl continued to groan, “Oh man, yeah just like that. Fuck yeah, you’re so good, “I’m getting so close.”

My hand slipped down to my own cock and started jacking it off. I was in heaven. Sure, I have often fantasized blowing a guy before, but I have never thought I would dare to do it. Now, I was grunting and forcing myself to take more and more of Carl’s cock. I groped the back of Carl’s ass and pulled him towards me.

Before I knew it, Carl announced, “Dude, I’m gonna blow.” I tried to move my head away but Carl had not let go of his grip on my head. I looked up at him – his face was an expression of excruciating ecstasy. His mouth was gaping open and his breath was getting heavier. I felt his nuts tighten and his cock harden even more.

In one final thrust, he let out a loud “Oh my God…” and dumped his two-weeks of warm creamy white load in my throat. I swallowed it. Carl leaned against the wall, and let out a breath. Then, he looked at me and my hard-on, and pulled me up from where I was squatting. He squatted down in front of me and with a devilish smile and said, “It ain’t fair that you’re having all the fun,” and proceeded to take my 8”er down his throat.

I thought Beverly was good at sucking my cock, but Carl was great. He blew my mind. And I almost blew my load, right there and then. His mouth closed in snugly and his warm breath made my dick so hard that I thought it was gonna fall off. He hungrily played with my balls with his tongue and made loud slurping sounds. My knees were buckling and I lost all counts of time and place. I had to brace myself, holding on to Carl’s head and shoulders.

Then, his hands found my weak spot. He tweezed my nipples and teased them. I tried hard to keep from blowing my load. This could be the last and only time he would do this. But I couldn’t any longer. My balls were getting sore and I found myself groaning loudly.

“Fuck yeah, suck my cock, you fucking fuck. Take my load.”

And just like that, I blew loads after loads into Carl’s eager mouth. I released my grip on Carl’s shoulders and he licked his lips to taste my cum again.

He stood up and pressed me against the wall, exhausted. We enveloped in a tight hug and exchanged a long passionate kiss under the shower. His hands caressed my back and gently groped my smooth ass. With his other hands, he pulled my hand to his crotch again, to his once-again erect cock.

With a sly smile and a twinkle in his eyes, he proposed, “That was hot. What do we say if we go at it again?”

I silently complied as I kissed his mouth full.

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