High-School lessons.

I tried out for the swim team every year in high-school and made it at the start of my junior year.

I’d always been pretty fast in all the strokes and they needed an IM guy so I finally made the squad.

Everyone made me welcome because nobody else relished the extra training the Individual Medley requires.

I was the only Junior there and coach asked John, one of the Seniors, to mentor me. He was really cool and didn’t seem to mind hanging with a younger teammate. He set up a training schedule for me and we spent a lot of time together in the pool in the evenings.

I was making big improvements under his guidance and looked up to him a lot. He was fun to be around and cool and well-liked. He always had the cutest girlfriends in school. I admired him, so I always tried my hardest to please him.

I didn’t yet have a driver’s licence so John usually gave me rides home after training. One evening we pulled up outside my house and he stopped the car. I was just about to thank him and jump out, like normal, when and turned to me in the seat.

Looking me straight in the eyes, he said “I like you, Billy.”

“Uh, thanks, John. I like you, too.” I answered.

I opened the car door and climbed out.

“See you tomorrow, then.”

I closed the door and he drove away. That was kind of odd, I thought. It’s not the kind of thing boys usually say to each other out of the blue. But then I got in and had my meal with the folks and finished my homework and played on the computer and didn’t think any more about it.

The next week, John made a suggestion about improving my times.

“Have you thought about shaving you body, Billy? Most of the guys on the squad do.”

I knew that top swimmers shave their hair for the sake of speed and I’d noticed in the showers that my teammates did too.

Even their pubic hair. They were all smooth all over.

But I didn’t have hardly any hair on me.

“Do you think I need to, John?”

“Well it couldn’t hurt.”

As usual I wanted to follow his suggestions and gain his approval, so I agreed.

In the shower at home I made tried my best to get off all the hair from my legs and arms. There was no hair on my chest. There was just a little line of hair from my pubes to my navel but I didn’t bother with that. It was a bit awkward to get it all and I missed a few spots.

Next day after school I was training with John again. We got into our speedos and he saw I’d done as he suggested.

“Good job, Billy.” he told me, and was looking me over.

“Oh but I think you missed a couple of places.”

He knelt down and started running his palms up and down my legs. It felt weird but I liked him touching me.

I felt my cock begin to stiffen.

It was embarrassing and I broke away and quickly turned and jumped into the water so he wouldn’t see. The cooler water helped my swelling penis to shrink back to normal size.

Now I was able to feel the water across my smooth skin. It was very sensual. And it really felt as though I was swimming faster.

The times were pretty much exactly the same though, when John had me doing laps. Oh well, it felt good.

We were in his car afterwards and he told me that he’d help get the few remaining hairs off me if I wanted. We could go to his place.

“Wouldn’t your folks think it was weird?”

“There’s nobody there tonight. They go to Rotary. I always have the place to myself on Tuesdays until at least midnight.”

“OK, I guess.” I answered.

I was pleased to be able to spend time alone with John. I’d thought about when he’d told me he liked me and realized I had some kind of crush on him. Not like the crush I had on some of the older girls in the swim team.

So sexy in their tight body suits with their tight bodies underneath. I had been thinking about them in my most intimate private moments since the first training session.

Or my French teacher… she was sexy and nice and all the boys in my year felt the same way. She knew it, too. Had to. There were times she’d drop something in class and bend over to pick it up… fuck… when she’d straighten back up half the boys in class would be fidgeting in their seats to adjust their hardons. No way she didn’t know it.

But she got the best out of her class. We tried hard to please her. Or we tried to please her hard.

And I was improving with my swimming because I tried so hard to please John. It was hero-worship I suppose. I called home to let them know I’d be doing extra training and John drove us to his house.

“Hey you want to see something?” he asked.

“Sure.”

“Can you keep a secret?”

“Yeah, for you John. Absolutely.”

“Promise?”

“Promise. What is it?”

He smiled a wicked smile. “A movie I made.”

“Yeah. Great.”

I assumed it was for media studies class. I expected it to be lame but John seemed proud of it so I was going to be positive.

“We’ll have to watch it upstairs on my computer.”

We went to his room and he got it set up. I sat at the workdesk and he stood behind me. It started and I saw Suzie who had been John’s girlfriend for a few months.

She was a sweet-looking blond Junior and I had the hots for her, so my interest was piqued. She was just walking through the park and smiling at the camera.

Then she was in this same room. John’s bedroom. And then she started doing a strip-tease. I turned round and looked up at John.

“You sure it’s OK to see this?”

“Yeah. I want you to.”

“She won’t mind?”

“She won’t know.