Swim Meet With A Happy Ending

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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.

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This story, although true, will seem strange to younger people today. Society has changed so much. Back before people could view nudity on the internet, back when religion and laws kept tight control on the sexual behavior of people, we had to find other ways to satisfy our curiosity and sexual needs. This is the story of one of those moments, and one of the most memorable moments of my life.

In 1962, I was on the swim team in my high school. I was a Junior, and I was a very good swimmer. Boys’ swimming at that time was nude, all across the country. Swimming in gym class was nude for boys, and so was swim team practice. It was a little odd to be nude during swim meets, when mothers, sisters and friends filled the bleachers above the pool, but it wasn’t crazy, like it would be today. Swimmers who were a little overweight (there weren’t many) may have been a bit embarrassed, but kids like me weren’t embarrassed at all. I had a slim build, but I had some muscle in my arms and legs, and I was proud of how I looked. I was often complemented on my looks, so I felt confident. When I was competing in a swim meet, I was mostly concerned about my speed. If I didn’t win, I at least wanted to be close to winning.

Before the first swim meet, our coach gave us a couple of rules regarding our behavior. He told us that we could, and should, say hello to our families in the bleachers after the meet. The reason this was important is because spectators paid a dollar to get in, and this was money that we needed. If we made our “customers” feel welcome and happy, they would come back. The other thing we were supposed to do is avoid making our friends and family feel awkward about our nudity. He told us that we shouldn’t cover our private parts with our hands, because that would tell our families that we felt embarrassed, and make them uncomfortable. We should instead just act like we don’t care, and he told us that we shouldn’t care because we were handsome young men. He also said that if we started to get an erection, we should recite the pledge of allegiance to ourselves, and our erection would disappear. “It works every time,” he said. One more thing he mentioned was that sometimes spectators may give you a slap in the behind, or get a little bit too “touchy”. “In the past,” he said, “we’ve had people slap boys’ penises, or even grab them.” He said that if that happens, we shouldn’t over-react. “Don’t get angry, don’t yell, just smile at them. They are our customers,” he said.

By the end of my sophomore year, I had several people slap my butt while I was walking by spectators. I just followed the coach’s instructions and gave those people a quick smile, which seemed to work. One time during my sophomore year, I was making my way through the stands after visiting my auntie, and an older gentleman asked me if I was part elephant. He said, “That thing swings back and forth like an elephant trunk. You must be part elephant.” Then, he gave my penis a little “swing” to one side, pushing it with his fingers, causing it to swing back and forth. “Yep, part elephant,” he said. Again, I just smiled at him. Nowadays, nobody would do these things, but back then it was common to slap butts and such. The rules were different. For the most part, though, people left my penis alone.

That was all just the introduction. Here’s my big story. One day, after a swim meet, I was about to head into the locker room, because I didn’t see any of my friends or family in the bleachers. I double checked the bleachers to make sure, and then I did see a mother and her daughter waving at me. Looking closer, I could see that it was Elenor Carlson, a lady from my church. She motioned with her hand for me to go and talk to her.

I hopped up the steps, and Mrs. Carlson smiled and said hello to me. She stood up and put her arms up, signaling that she wanted a hug, and she said, “I don’t care if you’re wet, I need to give you a hug. I used to babysit you when you were little, you know.” I gave her a hug, and then she proceeded to update me on everything that’s going on in church. I didn’t feel at all embarrassed about being nude, but I was careful to follow the coaches instructions to not cover my privates with my hands. There was a railing right there, so I leaned against it, and held it with my hands as she talked.

“Do you know about Mr. Nelson?” She asked. “He was feeling sick the other day, and he ended up going to the doctor. Well, it turns out that he has a hernia.” She talked on and on. While she was talking, her daughter, Maryann, walked over and stood right next to me. I’m not sure how old she was, but she was quite young. She was a “wild child” in church. She was about 2 feet shorter than me. Her head was about the level of my abs. I wasn’t even looking at her, because I was taught to look at the person who is talking to me, but it seemed like Maryann was up to something.

While I was standing there listening, I felt Maryann’s cold little fingers slowly moving down the side of my body, then back up, then down again and up again. It tickled a bit, but I ignored it, trying to be polite to Mrs. Carlson. “You look like Tarzan,” I heard Maryann say, softly. I just ignored her and tried my best to engage in conversation with her mother. Her mother just kept talking, and I couldn’t even get a word in edgewise. All I could do was say things like “oh, really?” “That’s too bad” “That’s good” etc.

Maryann touching me didn’t seem to bother Mrs. Carlson. To be honest, I wasn’t sure if she even noticed, at first. Then, Maryann went a step further, she started playing with my penis. She started pushing it up and down, making it bounce. Of course it started growing. I didn’t look down at it to see if it was growing, but I could feel it. I maintained my focus on Mrs. Carlson. Then, Maryann started rubbing it softly with her fingers. It felt great, but it was really getting hard now, which was embarrassing.

Finally, Mrs. Carlson said something. “Maryann,” she said, “Did you ask Kurt if you could touch him down there?” Mrs. Carlson turned and looked at me. “I’m sorry,” she said, “Maryann is very curious about boys. She asked me earlier if it would be ok to touch a boy, and I told her that she would have to ask the boy. Apparently she wasn’t listening to me. Red heads don’t listen too well, you know.

“Is it ok if I touch you?” Maryann asked.

“Well,” I replied, “the only problem is that the coach doesn’t want us to get erections in front of the spectators, and as you can see…”

“I’m not sure if you noticed,” Mrs. Carlson interrupted, “but we’re the only ones left in here, so I don’t think your erection will bother anybody, but it’s up to you. I think it’s a good opportunity for Maryann to finally satisfy her curiosity, but only with your permission, of course.”

“Oh… well… I guess it’s ok then. You can continue updating me on things, Mrs. Carlson,” I said, trying to make it all seem like no big deal. Of course it was a big deal. Nobody had ever played with my penis for such a long time, and it felt like heaven. At that point, I was willing to stand there and listen to Mrs. Carlson talk for as long as she wanted to. And she did.

She talked on and on for several minutes. Meanwhile, Maryann was softly swirling her fingers around my penis. There must have been some pre-cum dripping out, because Maryann got some on her finger and rubbed it around my penis, stroking back and forth under the shaft. I knew I was fully erect at that point, but nobody else was around, and Mrs. Carlson didn’t seem to mind. She could have told Maryann to stop, but she didn’t, so I felt like she was okay with it.

“So, then we thought we might have to get a whole new set of hymnals for the entire church, which would cost hundreds of dollars. I didn’t think that was a good idea…” She went on and on. As she spoke, I could feel my heart beating harder and harder. My breathing was getting heavy, and I was trying to hide it. Maryann then leaned up against my side and put her left arm around my waist. She would run her left hand up and down my body, softly tickling me. With her right hand, she continued to play with my erect penis.

After a while, I started to lose focus on what Mrs. Carlson was saying to me. I was so aroused, I was losing my mind. It finally occurred to me that I needed to stop Maryann from playing with me, or I was going to have an embarrassing orgasm right then and there. I could hear Mrs. Carlson talking, but her words were just noise. It was like being in a dream with someone talking in the distance. I was waiting for Mrs. Carlson to stop talking, because I wanted to tell Maryann that I needed a break. Mrs. Carlson wouldn’t stop talking, and I was getting closer to the point of no return.

Then it happened. I was past the point of no return. Suddenly, I felt my stomach muscles tighten. I grabbed the railing tightly, and my body began to convulse and thrust as I squirted out stream after stream of cum. “Sorry! I’m so sorry!” I cried as I began to realize what just happened. “I was going to tell her to stop, but I didn’t want to interrupt you!” I said.

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head, sweetheart,” she said. “The janitors will take care of this mess.”

“It was so rude. I’m sorry. I’m so embarrassed,” I said apologetically.

“You couldn’t help it, Kurt. It’s totally natural. Don’t worry about it. In fact, our last pastor said that after boys have orgasms, they are much better at staying focused on whatever the Lord wants them to do.”

“More is coming,” Maryann said, and she squeezed my penis to watch more of it ooze out. With her hand full of semen, she started squeezing and stroking me some more. I shuddered and shivered.

“Ok, please stop,” I said, jerking my body back from her hand. My penis was very sensitive at that time and I couldn’t take it anymore.

“We’ll, you had better go to the showers before they lock up,” Mrs. Carlson said. “Also, I thought of something while we were standing here. What do you think about giving Maryann a few swimming lessons? I would pay you for it. We have a small swimming pool in our yard, and I think it’s big enough for you to show Maryann some basic swimming strokes.”

“Ummm… I think that could work,” I said, “depending on when it is.”

“Great. Are Saturdays good for you? My husband and I would love to drive into town to do some shopping. You could be at the house with the girls (Maryann and her sister), and we would pay you double, for babysitting and giving swimming lessons. You have my number in the church directory, so give me a call soon, and we’ll figure out a good time for a few lessons. Do you like that idea, Maryann?”

“Yes!” Maryann reacted with excitement. She turned her head toward me, looked straight up at me and smiled. “That sounds like a LOT of fun.”

It did sound like fun. “I’ll give you a call. Thank you Mrs. Carlson. See you soon, Maryann!”

Maryann just stared at me and smiled

~Kurt Brown

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