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CONFESSIONS OF A POOLBOY (True Confession #2)

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By Todd421 If you've read True Confession #1 (earlier in this "Solo and All Male" section), you'll know I've been talking about a time way back in my past, where I got all excited by a naked man at my family's country club, and figured out I was gay (even though that word wasn't yet in my vocabulary). I was in the 6th grade, 11 years old, and all week I had been thinking about the man I'd come into such close contact with - and had made a pact with - and to whom I had promised I'd never tell anyone about our "association." I knew this anyway, of course, without the pact - this was a BIG secret! Fortunately, the week after I met the guy, my parents took me up to the club again - they played golf while (they assumed) I'd be playing at the pool with some friends my age. I spread out on one of the deck chairs by the pool, keeping a lookout for the man from the week before. I waited a long time, as it turned out, and I was getting anxious that I wouldn't get to see him again or wouldn't be able to have enough time with him before my parents finished their game. But at last, there he was - in his dark blue trunks and oil all over his body - lying on a lounge and soaking up the sun. My heart started to pound when I saw him, and I couldn't wait to get alone with him again. I got into the pool to swim closer to him, but I wasn't sure I had gotten his eye. Swimming around for a bit, I pulled myself out of the pool near his chair and, without a towel nearby, brushed the excess water off of my little body, some drops landing near him. I then headed directly toward that small changing room just off of the pool area - the one people didn't use much (they preferred the clubhouse locker areas). I didn't look back to see if he had seen me. It didn't take long. I sat shivering on one of the skinny benches in the locker room, hoping he would follow me. He did. He walked into the locker room, and all I could do was stare - he was covered with suntan lotion and not much else. He asked, "Why don't you dry yourself off," and pulled a towel from the stack near the door. I took hold of it and started drying off. He said, "You'll never get dry with that wet bathing suit on." My heart started to pound again, because I knew we were moving into another adventure with each other. He said, "Why don't you take your suit off, so we can wring it dry?" He moved over closer to me and said, "Here, let me help you." He put his hands around the waistband of my swimming suit and slowly started tugging them down. Even at this early age, my poor little dick started getting hard, even before it was exposed. I was thrilled and embarrassed all at the same time. He had only pulled the suit down about two inches, when he knelt down in front of me - then, he started pulling my suit off slowly and surely. His eyes were transfixed on my smooth body, and he jumped a bit when my cock popped up suddenly from my bathing suit. He pulled the suit down to my feet so I could step out of it, and there I was, stark naked in front of my new-found idol. He said, "Now you can dry off better." He took the towel that was still between us and started rubbing me with it. He stayed crouched down on one knee while he dried me off, the towel dragging against my penis every few strokes. By now, my dick was sticking straight up in the air and I started to cover myself with my hands. He quickly said, "Don't." His face was just a foot or so away from my dick, and he kept staring at it. They he turned me by the shoulders, so my back was toward him. He started drying my back with the towel, but when he got down to my butt, he dropped the towel and just started using his hands to dry me. He pulled and pushed along the cheeks of my butt, and then he used the towel to wipe in the crack. I was shaking all over, excited and scared. He said, "I can't seem to get this dry," and he moved his hand between my legs, running up between my ass cheeks and brushing his fingers along the bottom ridge of my little balls from behind. He started putting some pressure there, and it felt SO GOOD. I loved the feel of his big hands all over my body. He turned me around again, naked and sticking out. He was still kneeling in front of me. He asked, "Do you remember what you promised me last time?" I said I did, and that what we did was a secret. He asked, "You kissed my dick last week. Do you remember?" I told him I wanted to do it again. He said, "I wasn't fair to you last time - I didn't kiss you there, like you did to me." He leaned forward and kissed the tip of my erect (but tiny) penis. It flinched when he did that, and he asked if I liked the way it felt. I said I did, and he proceeded to take my whole penis in his mouth, rubbing his tongue up and down my little shaft, and slurping around my balls. It was the most amazing feeling. Then he started slurping and sucking all over that area of my body, grasping my ass cheeks and massaging me with his hands. He asked me if it felt good - and of course I said it did (and I wasn't lying). He said, "Don't you want to make me feel just as good?" I said yes, and he suddenly stood up. His bathing trunks were right in front of my face. He pulled the drawstring away from them, and they slid halfway down his legs, to his knees. That big, juicy dick that I had kissed last week was once again right in front of my face. It was as hard as could be, I thought, and he grabbed it in his hand and started pumping it. I couldn't take my eyes off of it. He stopped for a moment and said, "Why don't you kiss it again?" I did, but I opened my mouth more this time, letting the tip of his penis move slightly into my mouth. I remember feeling a surging down in my own groin area while I did this, and I grabbed my dick automatically. He held onto his cock, but started smearing the tip of it all around my face, my cheeks, and my lips. He was groaning now, and I started feeling a gooey substance on my face, which was coming from the piss-hole in his dick. I think he started getting worried about outsiders entering the room (though no one ever went in there), and he suddenly changed positions. He moved over to the bench and sat down. He said, "We have to do this fast." He motioned me toward him (not a problem for me) and started running his hands up and down the back of me, spreading my butt cheeks, fingering my little asshole, pulling on my dick - and then he leaned toward me and kissed me on the mouth. Then he asked what my name was, and I told him it was Todd. He said his name was Paul. Then he took hold of his cock again and asked me, "Have you ever seen anyone cum?" I didn't know what he meant, and he could tell. He said, "In just a little while, some stuff is going to shoot out of my penis. Some white stuff. Don't be afraid of it - it's called cum." He started jerking his dick, and he got a strange look on his face. He jerked faster with his hand, and grabbed onto my balls and penis with the other hand. While he did this, his mouth opened wide, and he kissed me again, this time sticking his tongue into my mouth. He started moaning and pulled away. His hand was moving quickly, and suddenly I got my first sight of real-live cum! He shot his load up and across my chest, onto my face, and onto my lips. I was pretty frightened, but I felt good too. Toward the end, he pulled my face down to his cock and rubbed the tip of it all across my lips. He sat exhausted for only a minute, then he got up and turned on two of the shower heads, and he and I got under the spray, washing us off. I watched as his cum slid down my slippery body and toward the drain. He dried off quickly and said we should leave the room separately. He almost ran out of the changing area once he had put his trunks back on. I followed (but only after my dick had retreated to its usual state). I looked for him outside, but I didn't see him anywhere. At the end of True Confession #1, I promised I'd tell you how I became a poolboy, and maybe this installment gets you a little closer to understanding how and why that happened. But there's a lot more to tell (after all, I'm not 11 anymore - I'm 25), and there's far more that I feel I need to confess to you.+