At the Swimming Pool

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AT THE SWIMMING POOL

Once every three months I receive a magazine from my old school, which I left about ten years ago, letting me know what is going on and any changes that have been made.

I noticed a small paragraph tucked away towards the back which said that “in view of the recent tragedies that other schools have experienced whereby pupils have been drowned when on holiday with the school due to the lack of swimming expertise, it has been decided that ALL pupils will have to achieve a set level of competency in the water.”

I remember when I was first at the school that I, like quite a few others,
was unable to swim and rather than spend time trying to teach us, we were
left to our own devices at the shallow end on the pool while the swimming
teacher concentrated on the strong swimmers at the other end.

I can’t remember what prompted me to eventually `take the plunge’ and learn
to swim (or teach myself really) but the swimming teacher, Reg Chant, was
so impressed by my progress that we became friends and still are to this
day. He taught me the basics of life-saving and referred me to the right
authorities so that I could train as a swimming instructor.

It was not a complete surprise, therefore, when the telephone rang a few
days later and Reg asked me whether I had any time to spare to help teach
the non-swimmers to swim. Being a businessman with my own computer
software company, I was able to offer him one day a week, which he jumped
at and it was agreed that I would turn up at the school the following
Tuesday and take it from there.

The school in question is a private (or as we say in England, Public)
school in the Buckinghamshire countryside consisting of an old rambling
Manor House with a modern science block added on to the West and a
Gymnasium and Swimming Pool built on to the East. There were around 650
pupils, all boys, with ages ranging from 11 to 18 years.

I turned up on the appointed day and parked my car at the front of the
school and reported to Mr. (I think you ought to call me Trevor now) Mundy,
the School Secretary. He told me that Reg was already at the pool and I
was to go straight there.

I got my bag from the car and walked to the end of the building. As I
entered the main doors to the pool the familiar smell of chlorine and
teenage boys’ bodies (MMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmm) assaulted my nostrils.

I went straight to the staff changing rooms and met Reg who explained my
duties, which simply involved teaching the non-swimmers and flounderers how
to swim competently. I started to get changed but when I put on my
swimming costume he said `What do you think you’re doing Alex? You know
that nobody is allowed to wear any item of clothing in the pool!’

`Oh, don’t tell me you still have that antiquated old rule’ I said
`besides, I’m a teacher now; you don’t expect ME to go in there naked, do
you?’ His look told me everything.

Yes, he did expect me to go naked into the pool, and then I realised that
all of my pupils would also be naked and that I would be supporting them
underneath their bodies and that I would have to be EXTREMELY careful where
I was placing my hands.

The mere thought of what might happen (with any luck) started stirrings
down below and my unencumbered cock started to rise to attention.

This had often happened when I was a kid in the pool, but I had never seen
it happen to a teacher! It looked as though I was about to become the
first.

`OK’ I said `tell me the worst, what have I got first period?’ I asked

We’ve got second years (12-13 year olds), about thirty of them of whom
seven are not of a high enough standard.

I stayed in the staff changing rooms until the boys were all in, but I
could see them arriving through a window out on to the pool. Once they
were all naked Reg (fully dressed) told them what would be happening and
then I made my grand entrance, stark naked and half hard. It wasn’t until
I looked around the boys that I remembered how much the human body can vary
at this age. With their uniforms on they all looked the same, but naked I
could see that some of these lads were still very much boys, but some of
them had already turned into young men with substantial cocks and pubic
hair. Among my seven students there were some of each.

Bennett and Martin we still very much boys with no sign of pubic hair and
`little boy cocks’ which stuck out a little from their bodies, not yet
having the weight to make them dangle. Martin appeared to be uncut while
Bennett’s little glans was exposed permanently. Andrews was a skinny
little thing and neither boy nor man. He had a smattering of dark pubic
hair but his uncut cock had not yet expanded to it’s advanced stage. The
other four boys, Robinson, Baker, Samuels and Watson were all well into
puberty. Three of them being uncut while Samuels, as his name might
suggest, was Jewish and therefore circumcised as a matter of course.

I beckoned them all into the pool and told them that I would spend some
time with each of them individually but first I wanted to see them hold on
to the bar at the side of the pool and kick their legs.

As they did this I was presented with seven little wet bums for inspection
and I couldn’t help but notice that Samuels, who had quite a gap between
his legs when standing normally. Was also very bony around this area and I
could see right into his crack where the hairs were starting to grow, even
at this early age.

As you will know, every class has a `fat boy’ and this was Bennett, but
despite his size he was still quite cute. In fact, I wouldn’t have kicked
any of them out of bed!

It was Watson who seemed to have the greatest difficulty in keeping his
body afloat, even when hanging on to the bar, so I issued `floats’ to all
the other boys and told them to practice their kicking backwards and
forwards across the pool while I turned my attention exclusively to him. I
gave him a `float’ (a hollow, flattish sealed plastic box which is
extremely buoyant) and told him that I would support his body underneath
while the float would help keep his arms and head above water.

I told him to kick his legs off the bottom of the pool and I got one hand
underneath him just above the knee and the other hand was on his lower
chest. I explained that when he started to kick he should do so with the
lower half of his legs and that this would move him forwards through the
water. I told him that I would not move my hands at first, but that as he
moved away from me I would follow him and if he was in difficulties I would
replace my hands to stop him sinking.

Watson kicked off and started to move forwards. I left my hands where they
were in the water and as he move forwards I felt his cock glide over my
left hand. I moved with him and he seemed to gain confidence but when he
realised that I was not supporting him he seemed to start sinking again so
I quickly placed my hands under him and raised him to the surface. His
confidence grew and with it came an adrenalin rush. Now you and I know
that sometimes an adrenalin rush also brings an erection and Bennett was no
exception. As my hands played underneath him I kept getting a handful of
cock which was growing in size by the second. He stopped kicking and
returned to a standing position in the pool. I looked down and could see
that his cock was sticking straight out in front of him.

`I’m sorry, Sir’ he said `It just sort of happened.’

`What’s your first name?’ I asked him.

`Brian, Sir’ he said.

`Well, Brian’ I whispered `Don’t worry about a thing. It’s the most
natural thing in the world. You got excited when you realised you were
floating and you popped a stiffie. I don’t suppose my hand touching you
underwater helped.’

`Oh, no Sir, I’m sure you weren’t to blame’ he said.

I told him we would now work on his arms and that he would have to rely on
my support to keep him afloat and that he could be sure I would not take my
hands away unless I thought he was ready to swim on his own.

We resumed the same position as before, but this time without the float. I
had his full weight, which was not too much in the water, and told him to
start paddling with his arms. His technique was quite good and he started
to move through the water. I was a little unhappy with my position, so I
moved my right hand a little forward until I felt that I had more control.
The only problem was that it was directly under his steel-hard cock. I
quickly took my hand away but he said `Oh no, Sir, that’s the best place to
support me, I feel safest with your hand just there.’

Well, from my point of view it was the best place, from his point of view
it was the best place, and my cock started to tell me that HE also thought
it was the best place and in no time I was as hard as Brian.

After a few minutes during which I could swear he was humping my hand on
purpose I told him to stop and that I would spend some more time with him
next week. I looked down and smiled, causing him to look and see that I
was as stiff as a board. He looked back up, smiled at me and said `I see
you’re getting excited for me, Sir.’

I nodded and whispered `Let’s keep it our little secret’.

I went through the same procedure with the other six lads, but they seemed
to have a different centre of gravity and I hardly had to touch their cocks
at all but I really enjoyed examining their little bums at close quarters,
especially little Sammy Samuels and his hairy crack.

Second period was upper sixth form swimming, all of whom were competent
swimmers so I had some time to myself, but third period was fifth year
(15-16 year olds) and Reg told me I had only one non-swimmer.

As I left the staff room there was a boy sitting on the far edge of the
pool. I dived into the water and swam across to him and introduced myself.
He told me his name was Hollister and that he was afraid of water since he
fell into this very pool in his first year and nearly drowned.

I promised him that while he was in the water I would always have at least
one hand on him and that he could feel free to cling on to me whenever he
felt the need. When he stood up I could see that he was quite short for
his age, around 5 feet tall, but he was quite nicely put together. He was
quite dark-skinned with fairly muscular legs, but the top half of his body
was not so developed. I asked him if he was a runner and he told me that
he ran cross country for the school and was hoping to make the county team
this year. Sexually he was quite well-developed but he wasn’t over-endowed
in the cock department, a sort of boy-next-door type really, just as I
liked them, in fact.

The steps into the pool were upright, like a vertical ladder, which you had
to descend facing the wall.

I asked him to climb down into the pool and he was very reluctant to do
even this, so I climbed the ladder until my head was level with the edge of
the pool and leaned back. I told him to get in between me and the ladder
and lower himself down until he was one rung above me and then we would
lower ourselves into the pool together.

`Look, Sir’ he said `I’m going to have to trust you, but I’m very, very
nervous and I don’t want to do this, but I realise my future at this school
may be at stake so I have no choice.’ And so saying he swung himself around
the ladder and slowly started to descend. By the time he reached the third
step down his arse was in my face, and it was at this time he started to
have second thoughts. He started to raise himself up again, but I put one
arm around him and said `Oh no, it’s now or never.’ He looked round at me
and I suddenly realised that when I put my arm around him it was exactly at
cock level, and I was almost gripping the tool in question. It wasn’t
until he looked round at me and smiled that I realised what I was doing, so
I quickly removed my hand.

There was a moment of embarrassed silence until I said `Oh, come on, we’re
going to be touching all over if you’re that nervous’ and he continued to
descend. When his feet reached the step above mine he was nicely nestled
between me and the ladder and we descended the rest of the way into the
pool step by step, my hardening cock resting against the crack of his arse.

When we got to the bottom he grasped my hand and said `I can’t do this, I’m
so nervous.’

I took his hand and led him away from the ladder and placed both his hands
on the bar. I said `Now, kick with your legs and I’ll support you from
underneath.

He was shaking like a leaf but he did as he was told and I placed my hand
just on his upper legs. Reg had been watching our progress and he came
close enough to remark to me that nobody had been able to get Hollister in
the water before.

I asked him what his first name was and he told me Victor, or Vic for short
and I said `Well, Vic, we’re going to be working pretty closely together so
you’d better call me Alex.’

I told Vic to lower his legs and stand still for a moment, but he said he’d
rather carry on, which I allowed him to for a while and then said `Come on,
Vic, enough for now. He lowered his legs but continued to face the wall,
so I took his hand and led him back towards the steps. He seemed to want
to walk in front of me and I asked him what the matter was. He assured me
nothing was wrong until I said `This wouldn’t be anything to do with a
certain swelling, would it?’

His head span round and he said `What do you mean?’

`Come on, Vic’ I said `you’ve got an erection and you’re too embarrassed to
let me see you.’

`How did you know?’ he asked and I went through all the rigmarole about
adrenalin and its effects.

`Does this mean I’m going to get a hard-on every time I swim? He asked.

`No, just when you get excited and enthusiastic, usually when you achieve
something for the first time.’

Vic nodded and looked at me in a strange way and I asked what the matter
was. He continued to look at me and said `I don’t know if I can tell you,
but I suppose I’d better under the circumstances, you see, it wasn’t the
adrenalin that caused my stiffie, it was you.’

`Me?’ I asked incredulously `But I hardly touched you. Please don’t think
that I was making a move on you or I’ll have to give up these lessons.’

`No, no, no,’ he said, `you don’t understand. You see, I’m gay, and when
we came down the ladder together it was just being in contact with you that
started it off, then when you accidentally touched my cock I read all sorts
of things into the situation and thought I was in luck. I’m so sorry I
thought that of you, please forgive me.’

I could hardly believe what I was hearing. This put me in something of a
quandary. Should I come clean as to my own sexuality and maybe we could
inject some fun into these lessons or should I act the straight guy and be
magnanimous in my forgiveness.

I decided that honesty is the best policy. I put my arm around his
shoulders and said `Listen, Vic, no apologies are necessary, I’m gay as
well, but that is strictly between you and me’.

He looked so surprised his eyebrows almost disappeared into his hair as my
hand slipped from his shoulders, down his back and cupped one of his arse
cheeks.

`Oh, you wicked, wicked man’ he said, smiling as his hand brushed against
my now-hard cock, then gently wrapped itself around. We almost kissed, but
then realised that what happened above water could be see by the others,
whereas what happened below …

I shouted to Reg that I was going to run through some theory with Vic, and
asked if I could use the staff room. He said yes, provided I could keep an
eye on the swimmers through the window as he had to go off to the sports
field to receive a delivery of new equipment, but that there were no more
lessons until the afternoon. I also asked his if the pool was used at
weekends. He told me it wasn’t so I asked if I could use it for extra
lessons for some of the boys and he readily agreed, sorting out a set of
keys for me and telling me that he would let the caretaker know that I
would be around.

I led Vic to the staff changing room, where we closed the door behind us
and moved away from the window and into a deep, sensuous kiss, our
hardening cocks starting to rub together.

Being the total bottom slut that I am, I lay back on the small table that
served as a desk with my legs in the air, offering my eager arse to Vic,
which he accepted without hesitation. He moved towards me until his
throbbing member was touching the entrance to my tunnel of love, using his
free-flowing precum to prepare us both and with the slightest of thrusts
his head entered my eagerly awaiting hole. I moaned with unadulterated
pleasure and he began to push further in until I could feel his smooth
pubic hair against my body.

He remained fully inside for a few moments, then withdrew until only his
head was still inside me. His next thrust was slightly harder and the ones
that followed slowly became harder still until we were in full swing, his
balls banging against my arse with the sound and regularity of a metronome.

I could tell that Vic was far from inexperienced and we settled down to
that famous long, slow, comfortable screw.

A smile lit up his face as he looked towards the window and I thought that
this was simple enjoyment, but when I looked towards the window myself I
saw a face…Vic’s face! I looked from the boy above me to the window and
back and thought I was hallucinating. When I looked back at the window the
face had gone, but I suddenly felt a draught on my shoulders and realised
that the door behind me was opening. Vic was facing the door, but made no
move to stop giving me one of the best fucks of my life.

In between thrusts he said `I think you ought to meet the other man in my
life, Alex, this is my twin brother, Vince.

This was the most unusual introduction I had ever experienced. How does
one greet a guy while you’re being fucked by his brother? I needn’t have
worried. Vince’s face appeared upside down in my field of vision and he
lowered it towards me and planted the lightest, sweetest kiss on my lips.

This seemed to turn Vic on and he sped up the operation, the metronome
moving from a slow waltz to a veritable quick-step.

Vince moved fully into my sight and I could see that he was also naked and
asked if he had been in the swimming lesson. `Oh, yes’ he replied. When
we came to this school it was on condition that we could be in the same
form and could have all our lessons together. Daddy made that quite clear
and the school didn’t want to lose two lots of fees so they agreed. He
moved behind His twin brother and started to massage his arse as Vic’s
breathing started to become rather ragged.

Vince continued `As twins we have always shared everything. Our clothes,
birthday and Christmas presents, sweets and …boyfriends’ he concluded as
he came from behind his brother and moved towards me, cock in hand, just as
hard as Vic’s. He put his hands on my chest and started to massage my
nipples, moving down to my navel and finally to my cock, which was already
very close to spreading its seed all over the assembled company.

Vince then climbed on to the table with his head to my cock and presenting
himself to me in the classic `69′position.

I was so dizzy with pleasure by this time that I was close to passing out,
but managed to fulfil my duty and took him into my mouth as I felt my own
cock being consumed very professionally.

I was vaguely aware a little later that both boys were making
unintelligible sounds, which led me to believe that they were about to
share an orgasm. My own body was starting to respond to being fucked at
both ends and that tickling sensation which seems to start deep inside your
loins was beginning to spread, and continued to do so until my head was
about to explode and my toes were curling involuntarily. Finally I could
hold off no longer, and as I filled Vince’s mouth with my seed, so both
twins cried out in unison as they filled me with their sweet boycum.

The three of us collapsed in a heap on the table and small murmurs of
appreciation and contentment issued from all three of us.

We kissed and held each other for a few minutes before the `sensible adult’
in me finally clawed its way to the surface and asked whether the boys
shouldn’t be in class elsewhere, but it transpired that they had a free
period, most of which they spent recovering from our exertions. We shared
a bottle of water and finally thought it best that we get dressed as Reg
could come back at any moment and I arranged to meet them both on Saturday
so that we could continue Vic’s swimming lessons with Vince acting as
`classroom assistant.’ I had the feeling that we would be exerting
ourselves more on dry land than we would in the water … And my feeling
turned out to be right. I’ll leave the details to your imagination, but
nothing will ever compare in my mind to that first day `At the Swimming
Pool’

The Colonel

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