we used to go to the beach to get swimming lessons and he lived nearby. When i was 11 my swimming instructor had his way with me. I started making him cum as fast as I could, and he would get mad because he wanted to 'enjoy it.' After the last blow job, we just stopped, and that was that. To make it even stranger, I didn't think I was gay at the time (deep, deep denial in a small town), we were just a couple of 'dudes helping each other out.' lolįinally I got bored with it all - it was really routine, and the older I got, I wanted something done to me in return, but he was never going to. He wanted to know why I liked it so much. It got weird near the end - he'd come over for head, but get reluctant about it. I know it sounds made up - but it really happened. He would come over after track meets, reeking of sweat, and stand in my bedroom in his jock strap letting me suck him. So many years later I'm not sure how things transpired, but the high school track star had a locker right next to mine, and for two years I would blow him after school, five days a week, or sometimes later at night.
