Speedo Boys E-Book

Hentai Jones

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

A cute Hentai story in words and not in pictures, to stimulate the reader's own imagination! A week swimming training in a mountain resort lets a young Japanese boy solve his confusion between the sexes! Pushed around by emotions, desires and bully friends he staggers at first, but then he starts to find trust in women, and a tragic end to his first lover finally takes the difficult decision off him . . .

Leseprobe

Hentai Jones

Speedo Boys

First touch - first feeling - first love!

BookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 Munich

Speedo Boys

Speedo Boys

by Hentai Jones

BookRix Edition 2015

Copyright by Amé

Hentai Jones:

SPEEDO BOYS

First touch -

first feeling -

first love . . .

Monday, July 15

Monday, July 15

The fast train was hurtling through the vast landscape of green rice paddocks and fragile thatch-roofed peasant huts, blurry power poles were flickering past the window at a mesmerizing speed - I grew drowsy. When I closed my eyes I saw my Mom, and I remembered her words: »You're a handsome boy«, she had said to me, »and you can make it far in life! I just know how much you like the water and how good you are at swimming! This holiday will show if you can make it one day into the national team!«

»But I wanted to be a writer remember?«, I retorted, not all too sure if I wanted to spend three weeks locked up with a bunch of sweaty boys, just because Papa paid for it. But I had just finished school, and surely needed some directions for the future. Maybe it was anyway just a ruse of my father to get me out of the house to get himself deeper into Mom? »But to be a good writer one day you will have to gather experience first - and this seems a perfect opportunity for you to do so!«, she had declared with a female determination that didn't allow much room for opposition.

The grey suited business man next to me on the bench rustled with his giant newspaper that hid his face completely. And as if he would be suddenly in control of three hands he placed one onto my naked thigh. I was dressed in my best school uniform, but because it was summer the pants were short, too short in my view.

The skin contact was electrifying, and as was my weakness when my skin was touched, I froze! Anyway, it was a strong brown hand and I didn't dare to fight it! Not experiencing any opposition the stranger's hand wandered slowly up and down the soft white skin of my upper leg, leaving a trail of chicken skin and pushing my shorts further and further up into my groin - I felt my little dickel rising and protectively pulled the travel bag over my lap!

The two longest fingers slipped easily up one leg of my shorts, crawled boldly under the elastic seam of my undies and found their quarry with ease - I could have died of shame right then - nobody else than my Mom had ever touched me there before!

Access was extremely restricted in our sitting position, even for only two curious fingers, but as determined they were they managed to pull my little erection sideward, and to pull the glossy head out of the confinement of my underwear, out of my shorts. Now all five fingers were massaging the excited cherry with passion: pushing, pulling and squeezing! But seemingly unhappy with this quite limiting situation they stuffed my dickel back under cover!

The train rattled now through the first dirty suburbs, and more people boarded on their way to or from work. I wanted to get up and away from the arousing torture, but the hand lay now heavy on my crotch under my travel bag and held me in position.

I couldn't believe the brazen audacity of such a public molestation, and even less the undesired effect it had on my libido - my little dickel was getting so hard and seemed to press into the molester's palm on its own accord.

Then I felt the hand slowly undoing the three buttons of my fly. Cool air entered the steamy premise, and the hot blush on my face started to hurt. With a cunning routine the stranger found the rigid object of his indecent desire instantly in my undies. He applied the measured pressure and the smooth motion to the swollen member - best designed to create a big mess sooner or later.

I couldn't refrain for long from panting like a little puppy dog, and I hid my glowing and ashamed face low on my chest. The strong hand had now my aking dickel in a painful grip, and I felt like fainting. My penis just grew in his warm palm to an enormous size, jerked and twitched like a fish out of water - and then I couldn't stop myself from exploding! The stranger must have read this from my restless wriggling, because he pulled his hand back just in time, and I jetted the sticky hot load right into my underpants - those ones with the small red dots that Mom found ever so cute!

Another station, and more passengers embarked. Suddenly I got the chance to offer an old granny my seat. The train was packed by now, I was hanging from the ring like a limp doll and bumped around like a punching bag. It felt clam and wet in my undies, and a cold trickle of sperm made it slowly down my left leg. And then there suddenly was this boy in front of me, about my height, with short black hair, but long moist eye lashes. His eyes were closed, his nose delicate and his fleshy lips of a certain female softness, but tightly pressed together now.

As I spied down on him I saw a white shirt with a few top buttons open, caught a glimpse of a tiny black bra in there but no breasts, and further down a black skirt, strangely bunched up at the back: He was a girl! Her flat chest rubbed against mine, and her lithe hips were grinding into my wet groin. When she laid her head against my shoulder I inhaled her erotic perfume and heard her sigh in an excited rhythm - then I realized the face of a guy standing right behind her and grinning lewd at me.

It dawned on me that he was manipulating the girl from the back, that he had some indecent business with her bum, inside or outside her panties I could only guess? Hardening up the second time on this train ride my rising dickel pressed into her flat belly now with a force I felt indecent myself.

»Sorry!«, I mumbled in her tiny pink ear, in her somehow distorted face two huge brown eyes blinked open for just a moment - there was a feeling in there, maybe like gratitude, or like shame, I couldn't make it out. Then she suddenly shuddered up and jerked about and bit me in the neck . . .

The "Boss" herded us all onto a side platform to catch the steam train up into the mountains - all six of us! He was a sturdy, bald man in his late forties, and I've heard that he once won an olympic medal in the two hundred meter butterfly. But I couldn't believe my eyes to see the girl and her molester in our group too! His orange eyes were as menacing like a shark's stare, and she was as lean as a string - no gram of fat, no titties and no buttocks at all. Just that demure look as we would share already a secret together.

There were three other boys on the team, a big fat one, a long lanky one, and a tiny fragile one. The thought crossed my mind that this one was as well was send to this holiday to allow his parents more sexual freedom in their paper-walled bedroom. The boss explained to us that the girl was his daughter he called "Goldfish", and that the "Shark" was actually his stepson - he introduced us all by name, but then: names are quite unimportant in this story!

The steam train was ancient, the benches hard and uncomfortable. The tiny fragile guy was dozing next to me, but from opposite bench the Shark was grinning at me hungrily like I was just his piece of meat. His stepsister was sitting beside him, holy as a nun, her eyes covered by long lashes, her cheeks ashine with repentance. But Shark's hand lays on her thigh, pulling her legs slowly apart making her short skirt riding up her long limbs. The blinding white triangle of her cotton panties burned into my retina like lightening and poor dickel jumped again.