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Pool Spray

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Pool Spray by When I was about fifteen, it came about that my neighbours - an old couple with no kids and a pool - went away on a trip to someplace. They came to my parents and asked us to "keep an eye on the place" while they were gone. Needless to say that during the months of summer, it gets really hot around here. Me and my younger sister had to walk about ten blocks up the hill to the municipal pool. This made us hotter, and the pool more refreshing, but by the time we walked back we were hot and sweaty again. The neighbours pool was perfect for our needs. And our parents agreed totally. What better way to keep an eye on the place than actually being there. So every day my sister and I climbed over the pathetically thin fence that seperated the property, and swam to our hearts content. Sometimes a girl named Susan came over too. She lived next door on the other side of the house, so we didn't think any harm could come of it. She had a bit more of a climb - a tall pink wall that her parents had built in the misguided hope that it would keep out burglars. The pool was encircled in a wall of its own, which meant she had quite a climb. Susan, my sister and I had quite a lot of fun, playing games like marco polo, where everybody cheated and then accused each other of cheating. Lots of fun, no parents to scold us. But then, a few days after my birthday, my sister got really sick. It wasn't anything life threatening - some sort of flu, I really didn't listen. All it meant was that she couldn't go swimming any more, lest she made it worse. Because Susan and my sister were great friends, she wasn't as playful when my sibling wasn't there. She acted bored, merely paddled in the shallow end. After a while, she just stopped coming. So I was on my own in the neighbours pool. I got really bored out of my mind, but going for a swim was better than sitting at home catching flu from my sister. As far as I know, it is physically impossible for a fifteen year old boy to exist without masturbation. I'm sure they can pull it off in some african tribe somewhere, where everyone is running around all day trying to kill the food, eating the food, and trying not to be trampled by the food. But where I live, the food comes from the supermarket, so I wanked like there was no tomorrow. Now doing it in the neighbours pool was just an added thrill you understand. Private place, yet out in the open. If you believe everything you see on TV, there were probably spy sattelites looking down on me, but that was the last thing on my mind. The pool had a nifty spray at the shallow end for putting more water in the pool. Don't ask me what it's called - I'm not a specialist - but the pressure of that spray on my privates pushed me to some of the best orgasms of my adolescent life. If you have access to one, I suggest you close your browser and run for it as if a primal hunger had taken hold of you. Another thing I liked to do was to simply forget about trunks, and swim in the buff. I felt very open and free when I went swimming like this. I live in an urban area, so swimming without your trunks is the last thing you want to do, especially in a municipal pool. There are laws against that sort of thing. So I was ducking and weaving underwater, feeling the water push hard on my erection as I swam through the crystal clear water. It was amazingly gratifying, and I surfaced with a flourish at the deep end, and wiped the hair out of my face. Then my heart stopped. My full blown erection suddenly withered under the powerful rays of shock and embarrasment. In the edge of the shallow end, Susan sat, knee deep in the water, staring right at me. My first thought was that she could see me clearly. But then, against common sense, my brain reminded me that light was refracted in water to a certain degree. I racked my brain, trying to recall that particular physics lesson, but gave up. Who would have thought that stuff could actually come in useful? She wasn't staring. She just looked at me idly, as if nothing was different. Maybe she hadn't seen after all. I tried to relax, and hoped like hell she hadn't seen. But something inside me wished she had. Call me twisted, but a fifteen year old mind is a hard thing to understand. My trunks were sitting on the side of the pool, somewhere near the middle. I realised that if I were to go for my trunks she'd spot me for sure, refraction or not. And then against all logical reasoning, I said a dumb thing. 'Why don't you skinny dip?' WHAT!?! HOW COULD YOU SAY THAT? I must have broken out in a cold sweat. I turned my head away, and paddled to the farthest part of the pool. What if she told her parents? They'd tell my parents. Oh god. How could I explain this one, when they hadn't even recovered from the Playboy incident. But the fear turned me on like no aphrodisiac could ever. When I looked down, I was so hard you could hang shelves on me. In sheer nervous panic, I grabbed it and began beating it wildly, trying not to move the water too much in case I made it obvious to Susan what I was doing. It felt so great to slide my fist around my boner. It took me out of my clear and present danger for a second, which was what I really needed. 'What are you doing?' asked Susan. My heart stopped again, because she wasn't in the shallow end any more. My hand froze in mid stroke, and I turned my head around slowly. And there she was, hardly five metres from me. I couldn't speak. What could you say to this? "I'm jacking off honey, wanna join in?" just didn't sound plausable. But in my panic I had not noticed that where her full piece swimsuit had once covered them, her shoulders were now bare. Instinctively I looked down at her body, but most of it was obscured by reflected sunlight. Damn I hate science! She just bobbed there, one hand hanging on to the side of the pool. She was a few years younger than me, more or less, with long blonde hair that hung in thin wet strands around her face. I felt myself drawn to her, and before I knew it I had released the side of the pool and was treading water toward her. The water was shallower where she was, and I could stand. I touched my feet on the course pool bottom, and stood up. It was amazing. In all my life, I had never seen a real pair of breasts. Because she wasn't very old they weren't fully developed yet. But I couldn't help but stare. I couldn't see much further down, because of the sunlight relfecting in my eyes. Similarly she was staring at my stone erection with wide eyes. I guess she didn't have that pesky sunlight problem. It was terrifying for me - and the fear made me harder. 'I've seen you sometimes,' she said in a hushed voice, so that I had to strain to hear her. 'You ...' I felt the silence creep in, cutting off what she would have said. I nodded nervously, and looked her in the eyes. 'You were by the spray,' she mumbled. My heart was beating terrifically fast. I felt the blood pulsing in my ears. I must have been blushing, but I can barely recall the feeling of terror and lust that overcame me. I motioned for her to follow me, and I slowly walked toward the spray. My heart thudded rapidly. I was breathing heavily too. The adrenaline pumped through my veins as I walked toward that spray. I heard Susan following me, no doubt curious. I wondered how she must be feeling, was she feeling how I was? I couldn't tell. At the spray, I waited for her. I was on one side, and she was on the other. We couldn't see each other because the spray caused the water to ripple. With the sound of my heart beating loudly in my head, I put my hands on the edge of the pool, and straddled the spray. Immediately the jet hit my belly, and all the water around me began to bubble. I thrust my pelvis up into the spray, and pleasure washed over me. With the intensity of the pressure, my unit was flapping around like a flag in the wind. It was like being jerked off in several directions at the same time. The water bubbled around my balls, and I moaned gently. It wasn't long before I shot my load. The added stimulus of Susan watching me hightened the feeling, and I exploded into the most intense orgasm I'd ever had. My cum must have been everywhere in the vacinity - diluted beyond recognition. While coming down from the high, I pulled away from the spray and it became the usual rippling stream that it usually was. Susan had her mouth open. She turned around, and rushed to her swimsuit. She hurriedly slipped it on, and climbed out of the pool. I just sat there in the pool, unable to speak, unable to do anything. I was still riding the high, and I knew that when I came down, I would realise the enormity of what I had done. Susan left the pool. I couldn't stop thinking about it the whole day. Adolescent experimentation is one thing, but as far as I knew, I had crossed a major line. All I could remember was the intense feelings I had, and then the horror of her leaving. She must have told her parents by now, I thought. She must feel like I've abused her! The horror of that thought drove me back to the pool, to try and explain myself. I hoped she would be there. I needed to talk to her. And suddenly it didn't matter any more. As I reached the pool, coming around the house, I froze. Susan was in the pool all right, and around her there was a sea of bubbles. My dick lurched, and I found myself with a raging hardon. She had straddled the spray. I could just see her budding nipples above the water. I hid myself from view of the outside world, and slipped my trunks around my ankles. >From my secret position I watched Susan get herself off on the pool spray. I jerked myself off into the second massive climax of the most hectic day of my young life.