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Subject: Marcus Rules the Pool 1 Disclaimer: The following is absolute fiction. It contains descriptions of a consensual, sexual relationship between an adult and child. If this is a problem for you legally or morally, please don’t read. I have received a lot of feedback on these one-off kinds of stories. They’re fun to write and I like not feeling like I’ve left people hanging, so I would expect more. It’s a way for me to get out dirty scenarios that don’t fit into “A More Perfect Union”. Speaking of which, both that and “Playing the Part” will continue to be posted, I’ve just been distracted by these new stories (and life itself). If you would like to chat, you can reach me at ail and coloradotex on Wickr. I love hearing from readers, the more descriptive, the better (but don’t be shy about dropping a one line compliment, I eat those up too!). If you like this story, my others are on the author page under Tex Colorado. Please consider donating to Nifty: fty Enjoy Marcus in this 2-part series. Tex Marcus and the Swim Meet 1 by Tex Colorado (M/b(11) oral) Swim meets top my list of places to observe boys in their habitat. First the obvious; Speedos and jammers. Even if the tantalizing bulge isn’t visible, the way the taut fabric is stretched over their prominent backside, pressed up tight between their legs and often low-hanging enough to show a bit too much skin on their, what, “lower belly” we’ll call it. Low enough that it would require shaving on a boy a few years older to be considered appropriate. So that’s reason one. Reason two is watching the boys interact. This particular session is the 11-12 and 13-14 age groups. Among the girls there is a huge difference in those ages. The boys, on the other hand, all blend together. There are 14 year olds who haven’t even considered getting their first pubes and 11 year olds who tower over them. My point being, boys mature later, and at much different times, so they keep all of the things that I find so glorious about them longer. This includes the way that they make body contact. Arms around shoulders, pressing together to watch someone’s phone, even just holding a hand on the other boy for no apparent reason. I knew the reason, I just wish that I could spend time with each of them to help them figure those desires out. But I wasn’t here just for the boyflesh. Marcus was my reason to attend. His mom was only too happy to have me schlep him to and from the meet and spend six hours in the sweatbox that they called a pool. The reality is, your kid swims for about five minutes total, the rest of the time you need a good book. After his first race, which he won by the way, an impressive feat when forty boys are signed up for the event, he made eye contact while his coach was debriefing him and made a barely perceptible move of his head. This had been planned, he had more than an hour between races, so he was telling me that he was ready and we should meet outside. I left everything of little value that I had with me to try and block my seat from the vulturous parents who arrived late and thought that they deserved a mid-pool perch, then I headed to the car. There were always people coming and going, so no one paid any attention when I cruised around and picked up the smiling boy wrapped in a swim parka. Supervision between races was nil so there wasn’t an eye batted in that direction either. The wet-headed boy didn’t bother buckling up and returned a high five as he sat down. “Nice swim,” I told him as I begin to drive away. “Thanks!” he responded, an almost smug satisfaction, “Coach thinks it’s his doing,” he said as we rounded the corner of the high school to an area without any other traffic and he added, “but I know who the real hero is,” and puts his hands on the armrest between us, climbs onto his knees facing me, leans over and gives me a kiss on the cheek. “Well, that’s a sweet `thank you’!” I told him. “You don’t know the half of it,” he replied, one hand leaving the center console and making the short trip up my thigh until he was cupping my balls and then moved up to hold on to my hard cock through the thin material of my shorts. “Mmmm,” I purred as he massaged me and I asked, “Does someone need a protein snack? Get a little energy for the backstroke?” Marcus vigorously nodded his head and sat back down in his seat while I drove around the building and left the school grounds. Supervision of the kids at meets was non-existent, so Marcus disappearing would only be noticed by his buddies, who really only worried about what was right in front of them. So we had complete freedom for a half-hour or so. This interlude giresun escort was my idea. I should feel bad, but the reality was, watching all those hot little boys got me hard as stone and having this boy, who was so eager to reward me for helping him, was impossible for me to refuse. Seeing Marcus practically squirm in his seat from excitement eased my conscience and made me just as eager. While this escape was a new wrinkle, it was a long way from our first time, that was a full two and a half years ago. That’s when I first crossed the line with the pudgy nine-year-old, his wide butt stretching his shorts that summer, begging to be caressed. I had taken advantage of him, there’s no denying that. His father was out of the picture and his mother, a great woman who did her absolute best by her son, was pulled in so many directions that he was constantly in search of adult guidance. His mom and I had dated for about a week when we realized that we weren’t compatible. You can probably guess why, from my side at least, but I lived nearby and we had become good friends. I was a bigger presence in their house than anyone else, even other long-term boyfriends. While that cute butt had received lots of pats and playful spanks during the first couple of months that I knew then, it was in month three that I broke the seal on his underwear, prying my finger into his waistband for the first time and reached my whole hand inside. I hadn’t thought about it ahead of time. We hadn’t discussed it. He hadn’t given me permission. I just did it and he didn’t object. He just stared at me as I clumsily rubbed his big, smooth cheeks, dreaming about plunging my finger between them and seeking out his hole. At least I had the tiny bit of restraint that was required to stop myself from violating him further. After that first time, it became automatic, as soon as we were alone my hand was back inside his shorts. His blank stares became naughty grins, then giggles as I stayed in back, rubbing as much as his tight clothes would allow. I was babysitting while his mom went on yet another first date when the blank stare returned following my move around to the front. When my searching fingers found his soft cock I groaned. I can still feel the incredible sensation as his little-boy dick seemed to inflate under my manipulation. I stared into his eyes as they grew wider the more that his penis hardened until he broke the eye contact and looked at his groin, his little cock creating a tent in his Batman pajamas. That’s about as far as we got that day, but it’s also when the questions started: What was happening? Why was I doing it? Some basic anatomy questions. I answered him honestly and it opened the door a little. So yes, you can absolutely say that I molested him, but it was Marcus that started to come back for more. Those are the memories that I had that day at the swim meet while we drove to the unpopulated area just west of the big high school whose pool the swim club used. The whole trip taking no more than five minutes, I kept looking over at my cute boy and couldn’t help smiling. Then my horny mind took over and I asked him, “Do you remember the first time that we did this?” Since that first night, we no longer pretended that things weren’t happening, we talked about it more than almost anything else, so the request didn’t seem strange to either of us. “What, anything? Or just a blowjob?” he asked in response. “Blowjob,” I told him, loving that the word came so easily to him. “Oh, yeah,” he answered. “Tell me what you remember.” “Ok,” he said and laughed a little at my seriousness, my obvious lust, “I’d played with it before, so it wasn’t a surprise, but I couldn’t believe how big it felt when I tried to put it in my mouth.” We played this game quite a bit, Marcus understanding the thrill that I got when he talked about the taboo, dirty things that we did when we were alone. “You were super leaky,” this being his favorite phrase to describe precum to this day, “I liked that taste.” He was clearly drawing a distinction with a taste that he didn’t like, but went unmentioned for now. “How did it feel to be sucking me?” I asked as I found a spot completely out of view, near an industrial area that was unused on a Sunday morning. “Exciting!” he said emphatically. While he turned toward me again, I leaned my chair back and he went for my zipper. “I knew what to do because you’d done me,” he explained, “so I went right in and did what I liked you doing and it made you go crazy!” he kidded me as he fished inside my shorts to haul my now-familiar cock from its hiding place. “My jaw hurt like gölbaşı escort crazy afterward,” he finished as he positioned himself in the seat on his knees facing me, “and I didn’t like the jizz at all!” “I’m glad that you got over that,” I offered as he held up my cock and bent down, his talented mouth descending over my head and down an inch of my shaft. “Umm, hmm,” he managed around a mouthful of cock as he went to work, his tongue action exquisite. He reached between his own legs to make an adjustment and I knew that he was rock hard doing this. It had become such a favored activity but luckily he still wasn’t producing anything, so his jammers wouldn’t be stained with precum, just stretched out a bit. “Ohhh, man,” I moaned, “you’re so good at this.” He’d have me cumming in no time, he was so good, reading my groans and flinches as he zeroed in on the things that drew the biggest response; almost always a heavy touch on my glans, lapping at my precum like a puppy. Then he’d back off and let me cool down, leisurely sucking as much cock as he could take, noises coming from him like he was enjoying the worlds best ice cream cone. It wasn’t this way that first time, he was clumsy, but eager. He wanted to do it so badly, unfortunately there were a lot of teeth scrapes, gagging, sore jaws and difficulty with breath. But his determination was so erotic, my climax arrived fast and caught me off guard. When he made an “mmm” sound, his enjoyment set me off like a rocket and I unloaded into his little nine-year-old mouth. I could have warned him, just barely, but I didn’t get the words out and he received his first mouthful of man-cum unprepared. Spitting and coughing, complaining about the taste and texture, “It’s so thick and bitter!” I was scolded for weeks and had to rebuild his trust. It was only fair, what I’d done was cruel and selfish. Eventually the joy of the act returned and we engaged in mutual, oral pleasure at every window of opportunity. As time went on, the more dangerous and dirty the better. Sneaking away from the swim meet was a complete mind-blower. He was going to return to his team with my cum on his breath and my swimmers searching around his tummy for a place to implant. I was stroking his hair gently as he sucked, finally running my hand under his parka and down his silky back until I reached his Lycra-covered butt. His purr vibrated through my cock when I rubbed along his muscular cheeks. No longer the chubby elementary school kid, he was trim and fit, his body turning into one big muscle. Unlike those early grabs, now I pushed under his suit and managed to creep a finger down his crack and press on his tight anus where I just massaged the outside of his perfect hole. Marcus released my dick and said, “Mmm, I like that,” then surprised me, “how bought if I get all best times, you get to fuck me?” he proposed with a sly grin. Now it was my turn to purr and smile. I put my hand on the back of his head to get him back on task, but the offer had me ready to explode. “That would be amazing,” I said as he sunk back onto my cock, my finger still lodged against his closed sphincter. The jury was still out for Marcus on fucking. We’d only done it half a dozen times. He always seemed to enjoy it, but protested a bit and months would go by before another attempt. “I’m always scared that it’ll hurt like crazy when it starts to hurt a little bit,” he had said before, “even though I know you won’t hurt me, I don’t know if you would stop if I told you to.” Of course, I promised that I would, but you never really know until you’re there. If I were buried in his glorious passage and he said to stop, would I? I’d hope so, but even I’m not so sure. So this offer was a favor for me, even though I knew that part of him had started to want it up his butt when enough time had passed. This may seem odd, why would I be rewarded when he had success? Why would he do me a favor and not the other way around? Well, as you may have guessed, Marcus wasn’t terribly active when we met, even though his big butt actually drew me to him, I knew that he needed to make changes and I was the on who made it happen. He was already swimming, but was one of the worst, so we worked on strokes, we went to the pool to work on turns and we did outside work, taking runs and bike rides. The chubby kid had melted away by the time he turned eleven and he became one of the best swimmers in the state. According to him, all of this was due to me and he could never do enough to repay. I did my best not to take huge advantage, but that was exactly what I was doing right now and göztepe escort hoped to do again after the meet. “Oh, fuck kid! I’m gonna cum,” I groaned as he bobbed quickly, holding the shaft with both hands as he pumped me in time to his oral plunges, “oh god!” I cried as I felt the surge coming, “swallow my cum!” I blurted out of nowhere, the perversion of the whole thing taking over, “here…ugh, yeah…fuck…here it cums!” I finally yelled as the warm surge came over me and my cock flexed hard, blasting the hot kid’s throat, my body taut as more and more cum shot into his waiting mouth. Marcus bobbed for as long as he could, but stopped and held only the firing tip between his lips, allowing the semen to pool in his mouth until I was done. Finally he closed his lips and released my dick, looked up at me, opening his mouth slightly to show me my load, a favorite kink of mine, then proceeded to swallow it down. I lay back, exhausted, then realized that he was rubbing against his groin with his palm while he watched my cock deflate. Despite conventional wisdom, we never found Marcus’s dry cums to interfere with his swimming performance. In fact, he claimed that he couldn’t focus without getting “the feeling” on several occasions. So when I saw the need in his eyes, I reclined my seat farther until I was almost laying down. Marcus knew what this meant and unzipped his parka. Straddling me, I got a nice view of his tight chest and slim belly, his suit tented by his rock hard, young penis. Without a word, he pulled the front of his suit down, pulled out his growing boner and balls, and leaned right in to stick it in my mouth. I looked up his trim, hairless body stretched above me, his cock, no longer a baby’s, but still capped with nothing but smooth skin in his sweet pubic area, uncut, a rarity still in the US. It was so familiar to me but I couldn’t wait to devour him each time, and was overcome with lust when he shoved it in roughly and started to fuck my mouth. His parka created a tent around me, my whole world was his body above me and his cock in my mouth. The skin was retracted and I worshipped his silky smooth glans. He was staring down at me, watching his young dick disappear into me with a determined look on his face when I noticed the smallest drip of my cum that must have escaped the corner of his mouth and was now drying there. It looked like toothpaste, if you were to guess, so I decided right away that I wouldn’t let him know, the kinky thrill of him talking to his friends and coaches with my drying load showing was enough to rouse me again. Soon it was over, his thrusting frantic, his base need so strong, “Yeah,” he mumbled, trying hard to be the top for a moment, “suck my dick.” His lack of authority made it so cute and hot, I doubled my efforts, moving my head in time with his body, his small ballsack slapping into my chin as he fucked until finally I felt the swelling, the amazing, perceptible increase in his size that always announced his coming orgasm better than any other source. “Ugh! Oh…hoh!” he grunted as his cock flexed against the roof of my mouth, its movements so forceful as he tried to shoot cum, his body twitching above me as he gasped through his climax until he was spent. He held onto the seat back behind my head as he came back to earth and I couldn’t resist a caress of his smooth upper body while I still nursed on his quickly deflating cock. All done, he was a young boy again, treating his release as any other form of masturbation, he slipped his dwindling erection out of my mouth and hooked his suit back over his handsome package, then sat down into his seat with dreamy eyes. “Hope that I didn’t wear you out,” I said as I lifted my seat and we both made ourselves presentable before heading back. “Nah,” he replied, “I can focus now, plus I’ve had my energy drink!” he joked as I drove away and he dramatically smacked his lips. Back at the pool, I was pleased to find that no one had stolen my seat and I was able to watch as Marcus made his way back onto the deck. I followed him as he chatted with friends and eventually his coaches before his race. His parka off, I was able to watch his cute body as he was briefed on the next race. My perverse mind was in heaven knowing that he probably still had the taste of my cum in his mouth, that my swimmers were floating around in his flat tummy and that his breath probably smelled of my semen. Could his coaches tell? Did they see the mark that I left on him; the chalky white stain in the corner of his mouth? I was beside myself with nasty lust. The race was exciting, Marcus always in the fastest heat. He was hyper-competitive with one of his teammates and, in the end, out touched him for a best time, a new cut and a team record. I was cheering like mad, mostly because I wished him well and was so happy for him, but also because I knew that it meant that I’d soon get my reward!

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