By Nevergrowup
nevergrowup2015@hotmail.com
Copyright 2023 by Nevergrowup, all rights reserved
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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions
of forced nudity, spanking, and sexual activity of preteen and young
teen children for the purpose of punishment. None of the behaviors in
this story should be attempted in real life, as that would be harmful
and/or illegal. If you are not of legal age in your community to read
or view such material, please leave now. * * * * *
Boys in Trouble
A series of unrelated one-post stories about boys in a variety of different predicaments.
Owen
It had been quite
underwhelming really, which was a great pity as he had been looking
forward to it enormously, but even after the announcement had been made
the resulting attendance had proved to be quite disappointing in
Jordan’s opinion. He stood at one end looking, his eyes scanning up and
down the whole length of it, but there was really nothing that he could
see that bore any interest to him whatsoever. He decided to give it
another 10 minutes or so and then he would probably give up and try
again another time, when hopefully there would be a lot more people
around.
Dashwood swimming pool had been closed for almost six
months for renovation and upgrading, as indeed had several other parts
of the leisure complex that it was part of, the local council having
realised that the facilities they currently had available to the
residents of the nearby community fell well short of what they should
be offering. The opening of a brand new swimming pool a few miles away
in the adjacent council area had proved to be very popular, and had led
to a number of the existing members from the leisure centre not
renewing their membership and instead opting to join the new modern
recreational facility instead, which was very happy to welcome them
along.
Work had now been completed on the swimming pool and
it had re-opened two days earlier than had been expected. That in
itself was without doubt one of the reasons for the very few numbers of
swimmers that were in the water enjoying a few lengths; the council had
announced that the pool would open again on the Monday morning, but it
had then decided to open it a couple of days earlier in the hope of
attracting a good response from swimmers over the weekend.
Unfortunately, there had been some confusion over the publicity for
this with the front page of the main leisure centre website still
advertising Monday as the day it would re-open, but if you then checked
under the times in the swimming pool section of the site it showed that
it was opening on Saturday.
Jordan was a very keen swimmer and
was a big fan of Dashwood’s pool as it was located less than a
10-minute walk away from where he lived. He had been quite devastated
to learn of its closure whilst they improved and upgraded the facility,
and had as such only gone swimming on a handful of occasions during the
past six months. At 17-years of age he was just learning to drive and
so had to use public transport to get anywhere, which would mean
catching either a bus or the train to reach the next town, where the
nearest swimming pool was located; the bus journey was around 40
minutes as it made frequent stops along the way, whilst there were only
two trains an hour that ran between the two stations which meant having
to wait around a lot and there were also inevitable delays and
cancellations to contend with.
Apart from swimming Jordan
enjoyed other sporting activities, although he only really participated
in them rather than being a serious player. He was in his first year in
the 6th form at school and was studying Chemistry, Physics
and Maths; he wasn’t quite sure what he wanted to do when the left
school, whether to go and study something scientific at university or
whether to go and work for his father. He was a fairly bright lad who
had achieved very good GCSE grades in the ten subjects he had taken,
and was always polite and well-behaved; whilst he had several friends,
he didn’t have any that he could call really close friends.
Appearance-wise he was 5’11” tall, slim build, with short dark hair and
brown eyes and would be considered quite good-looking.
He
lived with his Dad, Dexter, who owned a chain of independent DIY stores
across the southern part of the UK, which concentrated on providing
expert advice and also tradesman such as electricians, plumbers,
decorators, glaziers and roofing specialists who would be available to
carry out any jobs that the customers needed to be done, that they
weren’t able to do themselves. The business had been built up by his
own father who had passed it onto him, and over the years it had
expanded to such an extent that there were now in excess of 140 stores.
The house that Jordan and his Dad lived in was a large
detached house with a massive entrance hall, 6 bedrooms, 4 bathrooms, 4
reception rooms, a huge kitchen-diner, conservatory, games room and
several smaller rooms. It was set back from the road in nearly 10 acres
of landscaped grounds, with a driveway leading up to it and had a
four-car garage, shed/workshop, tennis court, golf driving range and
even a mini golf course. It also had a beautifully designed
Italianate-style patio, complete with a number of magnificent statues,
columns and friezes, as well as a fairly impressive looking outdoor
heated swimming pool, sauna, solarium and jacuzzi.
Yes, it had
a swimming pool, so why then was Jordan going swimming in the public
pool rather than his own? The answer was a very straightforward one,
Jordan had a secret; he was gay. He had realised his sexual orientation
about the time he became a teenager and enjoyed watching his classmates
showering after PE; he also delighted in visiting the local swimming
pool so that he could see who else was around both in the pool and in
the changing rooms, and in particular he loved looking at younger boys.
To date that’s as far as his obsession had taken him; he had seen lots
of boys naked, but had never actually done anything with another boy
before and had never touched or been touched by anyone, although he
really wanted to. He had had to contend himself with fantasising over
them and wanking himself off whilst staring at gay porn, or more often
images of naked boys he had found on the internet on his laptop.
Jordan had been regularly checking the website of the leisure centre
for news of how the renovation and upgrading work was going and was
thrilled when he discovered that it was re-opening again on Monday.
When he went to check on what time the pool would be open however he
found that it was actually opening earlier than expected on Saturday.
As he stood in the pool looking around him it became quite obvious that
very few people had been as diligent as he had been though and there
was probably only around a dozen, maybe fifteen other people in the
pool; and only three or four of those were male, and only one of them
was young-looking and he was very likely to be in his late 20s or maybe
early 30s. There had been a boy in the pool when he had arrived, who he
guessed was three or four years younger than him, but he had got out a
little while ago and would almost certainly have finished in the
changing rooms by now. Jordan sighed, if he had known that the turnout
would be so disappointing then he would have climbed out of the pool
much earlier and gone to see whether he could catch a glimpse of him
naked; oh well it was too late now he thought to himself.
As
Jordan glanced up and down again, he saw someone else emerging from the
changing rooms, he turned to look to see who it was but it was an older
male and not someone that he would have any interest in. He decided to
swim another couple of lengths of the pool and if nobody else appeared
then he would call it a day and go and get showered and changed and go
home. He was a pretty good swimmer and moved effortlessly through the
water; the strength in his arms and legs enabling him to glide along
without causing hardly any splashing at all as he went; he reached the
other end of the pool and turned swiftly and cleanly and headed back
down to the end he had started from. He grounded his feet on the bottom
and looked around him; there were now only about seven or eight people
still in the pool, and the youngish looking male that he had noticed
earlier seemed to have gone. He really didn’t think there was any point
in hanging around any longer and so he swam across to the steps leading
up and out of the pool and made his way back into the changing rooms.
“I’m really sorry but I can’t undo it, the cord is too tight,” Jordan
heard a voice announce as he entered the changing rooms; “I think your
best option would be to speak to one of the lifeguards and get them to
cut it for you.” The voice was that of the younger male he had seen in
the pool earlier and to his surprise he discovered that he was speaking
to the young boy who had got out of the pool probably around 20 minutes
earlier or maybe even longer. When he saw Jordan, the man looked over
in his direction and acknowledged him before going across to his locker
and taking his clothes and a towel from it before moving over to the
far side of the changing rooms to dry himself off.
Jordan
glanced at the boy on the way to retrieve his bag from his own locker;
his earlier observations proving correct that he was really cute and
very nice looking, and that he wished now he had followed him back into
the changing rooms. He was about to pass him when the boy called out;
“excuse me,” he said, his tone sounding rather desperate; “but can you
help me please?” he asked. Jordan stopped in his tracks and seemed
quite surprised; he wasn’t expecting the boy to talk to him. He looked
over to him again and saw the imploring expression on the boy’s face
that to him immediately indicated that there was a problem of some sort.
“Hi,” Jordan said, as he moved across to speak to him; “what’s up?”
“Err, it’s a bit embarrassing really,” the boy replied; “I’ve got a new
pair of swimming briefs, and I’ve managed to tie the cord in a knot and
I can’t undo it; that man over there has tried and wasn’t able to help,
and I wondered if you wouldn’t mind having a go please?”
As
Jordan stared at the boy so he suddenly became away of just how cute he
really was; he had blond hair, blue eyes, fair complexion and above all
a really smooth, and in his honest opinion, hot looking body. There was
undoubtedly an issue that the boy had managed to tie the cord too
tightly so that he couldn’t get his briefs off, and now he was being
asked to help him out. Jordan paused for a moment, this was the stuff
that dreams were made of, he was being given the opportunity to
legitimately get his hands on a really cute young boy in an effort to
help him out of his unfortunate predicament. “What’s your name?” he
asked him.
“Owen,” the boy answered.
“Okay Owen, I’m Jordan,” he said, introducing himself; “let me see what I can do to try and help you.”
“I hope you have better luck than I did,” the man in his 20s called out
from the bench where he had been drying himself off. As he sprayed
under his arms with deodorant he remarked; “It’s a really tight knot,
and I think the only way you are going to get it undone is to cut the
cord,” he added.
“Thanks,” Jordan uttered, taking a seat next
to Owen as his eyes focussed on the boy’s swimming briefs, and he saw
for the first time the problem that he was faced with.
Owen’s
mother had bought him a new pair of swimming briefs which replaced the
rather ancient looking pair that he had worn for the last few years;
they really stood out and had a diamond-like pattern on them in the
colours of the rainbow, which was bright and modern. They also had a
cord running through the hem at the top of them so that they could be
tightened up if necessary; this was the first time that Owen had worn
them and so to be on the safe side he had elected to tie the cord, just
in case they somehow became loose whilst he was in the water. As it
happened, they fitted fine, and he really hadn’t needed to bother with
the cord; however, once he had finished his swim and got back to the
changing rooms, he discovered to his consternation that he was unable
to undo the cord which had become tighter still as he had moved about
in them, and having also got it wet, it had become well and truly
knotted. He had spent quite some time trying to undo it himself but had
not been able to do so and had asked two other people to help him,
including the man who was still getting dressed, but neither of them
had been successful.
Jordan tentatively reached over towards
Owen’s briefs and examined the knotted cord. He tried to see where
there might be an end for him to get hold of, but quickly realised that
whilst he could see the ends, they weren’t the problem, the real
difficulty was the knot itself, and with his naked eye he couldn’t see
any way that he was going to be able to undo it without using some sort
of pointed implement to try and work it into the knot to loosen it.
“I still think you’d be better off just getting a pair of scissors and
cutting through it,” the other man declared, “it would save a lot of
time.” With that he put his towel into his bag, slipped on his jacket
and made his way out of the changing rooms leaving Jordan and Owen
alone.
Jordan looked up at the younger boy who was clearly
quite concerned about the situation he had got himself in; Jordan
smiled; “Don’t worry, I’m sure we will get it undone somehow,” he
uttered reassuringly. He took hold of the cord again and tried once
more to see if he could somehow begin to unpick it, as he did so he
accidentally brushed against the front of the briefs, touching Owen’s
cock through the fabric. “Oops, sorry,” he exclaimed, blushing slightly.
“It’s okay,” said the boy, “that other man did the same thing.” Jordan
smiled again; he couldn’t believe that he actually had his fingers so
close to another boy’s cock, it was something he had only ever dreamed
about before, and now he had touched it, albeit accidentally, and
through the material of his briefs, but it felt amazing. He tried
again, and the same thing happened, his fingers brushed Owen’s cock;
there was, he discovered no real way of avoiding contact with Owen’s
cock for him to be able to get at the cord. A couple more attempts
followed, and to Jordan’s amazement he realised that Owen was getting a
boner; he glanced up again at the younger boy and saw that he was now
going a little red in the face. Not only that, but there was also a
fairly major stirring in Jordan’s swim shorts too, with his own cock
becoming fully erect and hard, producing a tent at the front of them.
For the next few minutes Jordan tried to unpick the knot using his
finger nails, but was not having any success whatsoever. As he
persevered with the task, he and Owen chatted with each other; “how old
are you?” Jordan asked him.
“I’m 13,” Owen replied, “what about you?”
“I’m 17,” Jordan answered, glancing up at the boy’s face again; he was
the perfect age for one of Jordan’s fantasies and he was really hoping
that he would be able to get the knot undone so that he could actually
get to see Owen’s cock; that would be absolutely awesome if that were
to happen. He moved a few inches further along on the seat, resting his
wrists close to Owen’s groin; as he did so his right leg came into
contact with the younger boy. It felt really nice being this close to
someone and Jordan was now really pleased that he had decided to go
swimming after all, and was glad that the other men that Owen had asked
to help him hadn’t managed to untie the cord.
At that moment
one of the lifeguards entered the changing rooms to do his hourly check
on them and instantly walked over to them to see what was going on. He
was initially suspicious that something improper was taking place
between the two boys, until Owen explained what had happened and that
Jordan was trying to help him. When the lifeguard looked. he could see
Own was telling the truth; Jordan asked him whether he had anything
that he could use to try and prise open the knot. The lifeguard thought
for a moment and said he would see if there was anything suitable in
the first aid kit that might work; he went back out into the swimming
pool area and returned a few moments later with a large safety pin.
“Thanks,” Jordan stated, taking the pin from him, “that could be ideal,
it’s small enough to work it between where the cord is tied, and if I
lever it about a bit, it might just do the trick.” The lifeguard wished
him luck with it and went back to the pool.
“I think he thought we were doing something together,” Owen remarked.
“What like wanking you mean?” Jordan suggested, as he started working away on the knot with the safety pin.
“Yeah,” Owen replied, as a smile appeared on his face.
Jordan noticed Owen’s smile and wondered just how far he dare take the
conversation; he changed the angle of approach, and as he did so his
left hand was now resting directly on Owen’s cock; he could feel it
pushing against it through the boy’s swimming briefs; he hesitated for
a moment and then decided to go for it; “so, um, do you wank then?” he
asked him, as a red flush appeared on his face.
There was a short silence, and then Owen answered; “Err, yes, I do,” followed by another pause; “err, do you wank as well?”
Jordan could feel his cock lurch in his shorts; he couldn’t believe it,
he was now having a conversation with this cute boy about wanking.
“Yes, I do,” he replied, and deciding to test the water still further
he ran his fingers over the outline of Owen’s cock, which caused him to
let out a little sigh; “so how often do you wank then, and how big is
your cock?” he enquired.
“I wank every day, sometimes two or
three times a day, and my cock is about 4-inches long,” he revealed.
“What about you, and how big is your cock?” he asked.
All this
horny talk was keeping Jordan very much aroused; he had never had a
discussion like this before, and he was certainly loving every minute
of it; he was also it seemed making some sort of progress on the knot,
he had managed to push the pin through the cord and with it now being
dry he was able to wiggle it about quite easily. If he could get it
loosen up just a fraction or so more then he might be able to make some
leeway with his fingers.
“Yeah, I wank every day,” he said in response to Owen’s question, “and my cock is just over 6-inches long,” he informed him.
“Wow! That’s big,” Owen answered, smiling, before adding “I’d really like to see it.”
Now it was Jordan’s turn to smile; “and I’d really like to see yours
and wank with you” he divulged, realising that providing Owen didn’t
object then his ultimate fantasy was on the brink of becoming a
reality.
Owen was about to reply to Jordan when the older
teenager suddenly let out a little cry of excitement; he had been
probing away with the pin for about 10 minutes and had managed to find
enough give in it that he could now get a proper grip with his fingers.
“I think I’ve got it!” he exclaimed, as he pulled and probed away,
“yes, it’s coming undone,” he said sounding really thrilled; “Owen,
stand up,” he instructed. Owen did as he was told and a few seconds
later Jordan pulled one end of the cord through the knot and untied it
completely, loosening the swimming briefs in the process. As a look of
elation and relief spread across Owen’s face, Jordan took hold of his
briefs and yanked them down to the floor revealing the boy’s very cute
looking cock with a very sparse covering of pubic hair above it. Having
felt it through the material of the briefs Jordan immediately reached
out his right hand and took hold of Owen’s hard cock, wrapping his
fingers around the shaft before stroking them up and down it several
times.
Although he was surprised by Jordan’s actions, he was
so delighted to have been released from his predicament that he happily
let the older teenager play with his cock. Jordan was over the moon; he
had succeeded where the other two men had failed, and not only that he
now had his fingers wrapped around the cock of one of the cutest boys
he had ever seen. He gave Owen’s cock three or four more strokes before
letting go of it and taking hold of his own swimming shorts he dragged
these down to the ground also, stepping out of them and exposing his
own 6-inch cock, which was glistening very heavily in pre-cum. “There,
you wanted to see mine,” he declared as he stood facing Owen; he took a
step forward so that he was almost as close to the younger boy as he
could get, and then reached out and took hold of Owen’s hand and placed
it on his own cock; the feeling was sensational. Owen, like Jordan had
never touched another boy’s cock before, and the fact that this was a
bigger cock than his own made the first time experience all the more
incredible for him. Jordan let out several groans of pleasure as Owen
stroked his fingers up and down his shaft; it was almost as though he
had died and gone to heaven; it was awesome.
He let Owen
caress his cock a few more times before grabbing the boy’s hand and
leading him into the showers; the upgrade to the swimming pool’s
facilities had also seen a quite substantial improvement to the shower
facilities which now operated by sensor, and so as soon as the boys
entered, the overhead showerheads activated sending several powerful
sprays of hot water down onto their naked bodies.
Jordan and
Owen stood and looked at one another with huge smiles on their faces;
“Owen,” Jordan stated; “I have dreamt of doing this for such a long
time, but I never ever imagined it would actually happen; the little
mishap with your swimming briefs has somehow given me an opportunity to
fulfil one of my greatest fantasies,” he revealed as he reached out and
wrapped his fingers around Owen’s cock and began sliding them up and
down his shaft. Owen let out a groan of delight as Jordan took hold of
him and began to wank him, letting out further cries of pleasure as the
older boy’s fingers manipulated their way up and down his cock, until
after several minutes of pure indulgence he let out a long moan of
ecstasy as Jordan took him over the edge.
“Oh God! Oooooh!
Aaaaaagh! Aaaaaaagh! Mmmmmfff! Aaaaaagh!” he yelled as he enjoyed
probably what was his most impressive and intense orgasm to date.
Jordan grinned, that was what he had waited all his life to do; to get
his hands on a really hot boy and wank his cock until he spewed his cum
all over the place. He waited for Owen’s breathing to return to normal
before he gazed at him and smiled; “now it’s your turn to do me,” he
announced.
Owen looked directly back at him, and as he
wrapped his fingers around Jordan’s cock he returned a beaming smile;
“I’d love to,” he said.