Learning To Swim
This happened when I was thirt**n years old. At that age, I still hadn't learned how to swim, so my mother decided it was time for me to take adult swimming lessons. When I showed up for my first lesson, I was taken aback by the diverse age range of the participants. Men were ranging from youngsters like me to individuals in their 70s. For some reason, I had assumed that everyone older than 20 would already know how to swim.
Feeling quite nervous, I listened as the instructor suggested that we pair off and hold hands for support. Tentatively, I reached out and took the hand of a wiry old man. I gave it a slight squeeze, and he responded with a warm smile, introducing himself as Peter.
As the instructor briefed us about the course, we learned that our pairing would be permanent. In response, my newfound friend gently squeezed my hand, drawing me closer and slipping his arm around my narrow waist beneath the water's surface, away from prying eyes.
"You don't mind me holding you like this, Jack?" he asked.
"No, not at all," I replied.
We were told to start learning about leg movements, with one person standing up in the water and supporting the other's tummy.
"Jack, you go ahead," Peter said, encouraging me as he gently placed his hands under the water and pressed against my smooth, taught stomach. It felt soothing as he gradually guided me into a horizontal position. The instructor moved along the line, gripping our ankles to demonstrate the breaststroke leg movement. With a loud command, he urged us to try it ourselves.
As I performed the leg movements, Peter praised my progress. Then, he playfully acted as if he was going to release me.
"Oh, please don't release me," I nervously exclaimed.
"Only joking," whispered Peter, as his hands began to support my tummy again, but this time slightly differently.
As he held me, one of his hands cupped the bulge in my swimming trunks, then slid quickly onto my tummy.
"Sorry about that," he whispered.
I didn't mind, I had been touched there a lot at school, when I let other boys play with me under the water.
I smiled at him and mouthed, "That's okay, no one can see."
He smiled back, and I felt his hand slide back to the front of my trunks, where he squeezed me gently and just left his hand there. It felt so nice and naughty, just like being back at school. Someone's hand was on my slowly hardening cock, but no one was able to see it underwater. Before we knew it, the time had come for us to switch positions. Peter gripped the side rail while I positioned my hands beneath his midsection, lifting him gently. As he rose above the water's surface, I noticed he wore loose swimming shorts without an inner lining. As he started his leg movements, I gradually lowered my hand until I could feel the fabric of his shorts. As I was providing support and pushing upwards, my fingertips inadvertently slipped inside the waistband. At that moment, I immediately halted and waited.
"Thank you," he whispered. "That feels nice."
I wasn't sure if that was a signal to continue, so I pushed my hand further inside his shorts to find out. He didn't object, so I pushed my
hand further in. As my hand brushed against his cock, it twitched and jerked. I began to squeeze and fondle it. I hadn't done anything like this for ages, but it felt as good as I remembered.
Again, the instructor said to change over.
"What a shame," said Peter, as I pulled my hand out of his shorts.
I nodded my head and smiled. Just as before I gripped the side rail. Peter's hands slid into my trunks and took hold of my swelling cock. Oh, it felt lovely, and within seconds my young cock was ultra-stiff. Soon the lesson was over and my feet touched the bottom of the pool. We were asked to stand one behind the other, to listen to next week's lesson. Peter pushed himself against me and pressed his cock against my arse. It was ultra-stiff.
We got out of the water, careful to hide our boners, and headed for the changing room. Peter and I ended up in the same cubicle. What a gorgeous sight. My first hard, naked man stood in front of me. He stepped over to me and pulled my trunks down to the floor, revealing my young erect cock, and kneeling on the floor in front of me, he began to kiss my cock-head. After a few minutes, I started to cum in his mouth. My hips thrusting into his old mouth as I spewed my watery juice onto his tongue. I held onto his head as my knees nearly gave out.
Everyone had gone by the time we came out of the cubicle, so I couldn't wait for my next lesson.
~ ~ ~
The following week, Peter took my virginity and fucked me in the cubicle after the lesson was over. He covered my mouth, to stop me yelling out, as he humped me for a good 20 minutes. I was glad that Peter wasn't huge, about 5.5 inches. He came deep inside my hairless hole as I shot my watery load for the second time on the cubical floor in front of us. The next time, we ended up in a bigger cubicle. Harry and another youngster followed us in and we swapped.
Danny was also thirt**n years old and a non-swimmer. He was about my height but had brown hair instead of my blonde hair. He was just as slim as I was and still completely hairless. His cock was a little longer than mine but was still smooth. Harry was in his late 50s and just as wiry as Peter, who was 50 years old. The two men humped us for almost 40 minutes, cumming in both of us at least once. Both Danny and I shot our loads on the floor. Then, after a shower, we returned to the cubicle and fucked again.
Feeling quite nervous, I listened as the instructor suggested that we pair off and hold hands for support. Tentatively, I reached out and took the hand of a wiry old man. I gave it a slight squeeze, and he responded with a warm smile, introducing himself as Peter.
As the instructor briefed us about the course, we learned that our pairing would be permanent. In response, my newfound friend gently squeezed my hand, drawing me closer and slipping his arm around my narrow waist beneath the water's surface, away from prying eyes.
"You don't mind me holding you like this, Jack?" he asked.
"No, not at all," I replied.
We were told to start learning about leg movements, with one person standing up in the water and supporting the other's tummy.
"Jack, you go ahead," Peter said, encouraging me as he gently placed his hands under the water and pressed against my smooth, taught stomach. It felt soothing as he gradually guided me into a horizontal position. The instructor moved along the line, gripping our ankles to demonstrate the breaststroke leg movement. With a loud command, he urged us to try it ourselves.
As I performed the leg movements, Peter praised my progress. Then, he playfully acted as if he was going to release me.
"Oh, please don't release me," I nervously exclaimed.
"Only joking," whispered Peter, as his hands began to support my tummy again, but this time slightly differently.
As he held me, one of his hands cupped the bulge in my swimming trunks, then slid quickly onto my tummy.
"Sorry about that," he whispered.
I didn't mind, I had been touched there a lot at school, when I let other boys play with me under the water.
I smiled at him and mouthed, "That's okay, no one can see."
He smiled back, and I felt his hand slide back to the front of my trunks, where he squeezed me gently and just left his hand there. It felt so nice and naughty, just like being back at school. Someone's hand was on my slowly hardening cock, but no one was able to see it underwater. Before we knew it, the time had come for us to switch positions. Peter gripped the side rail while I positioned my hands beneath his midsection, lifting him gently. As he rose above the water's surface, I noticed he wore loose swimming shorts without an inner lining. As he started his leg movements, I gradually lowered my hand until I could feel the fabric of his shorts. As I was providing support and pushing upwards, my fingertips inadvertently slipped inside the waistband. At that moment, I immediately halted and waited.
"Thank you," he whispered. "That feels nice."
I wasn't sure if that was a signal to continue, so I pushed my hand further inside his shorts to find out. He didn't object, so I pushed my
hand further in. As my hand brushed against his cock, it twitched and jerked. I began to squeeze and fondle it. I hadn't done anything like this for ages, but it felt as good as I remembered.
Again, the instructor said to change over.
"What a shame," said Peter, as I pulled my hand out of his shorts.
I nodded my head and smiled. Just as before I gripped the side rail. Peter's hands slid into my trunks and took hold of my swelling cock. Oh, it felt lovely, and within seconds my young cock was ultra-stiff. Soon the lesson was over and my feet touched the bottom of the pool. We were asked to stand one behind the other, to listen to next week's lesson. Peter pushed himself against me and pressed his cock against my arse. It was ultra-stiff.
We got out of the water, careful to hide our boners, and headed for the changing room. Peter and I ended up in the same cubicle. What a gorgeous sight. My first hard, naked man stood in front of me. He stepped over to me and pulled my trunks down to the floor, revealing my young erect cock, and kneeling on the floor in front of me, he began to kiss my cock-head. After a few minutes, I started to cum in his mouth. My hips thrusting into his old mouth as I spewed my watery juice onto his tongue. I held onto his head as my knees nearly gave out.
Everyone had gone by the time we came out of the cubicle, so I couldn't wait for my next lesson.
~ ~ ~
The following week, Peter took my virginity and fucked me in the cubicle after the lesson was over. He covered my mouth, to stop me yelling out, as he humped me for a good 20 minutes. I was glad that Peter wasn't huge, about 5.5 inches. He came deep inside my hairless hole as I shot my watery load for the second time on the cubical floor in front of us. The next time, we ended up in a bigger cubicle. Harry and another youngster followed us in and we swapped.
Danny was also thirt**n years old and a non-swimmer. He was about my height but had brown hair instead of my blonde hair. He was just as slim as I was and still completely hairless. His cock was a little longer than mine but was still smooth. Harry was in his late 50s and just as wiry as Peter, who was 50 years old. The two men humped us for almost 40 minutes, cumming in both of us at least once. Both Danny and I shot our loads on the floor. Then, after a shower, we returned to the cubicle and fucked again.
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