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The Joys of Pool Shooting

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A series of short stories about swim briefs.


A few months after turning 13, I discovered how much fun a cock can be. Dropping a load started as a novelty. Then it became a necessity. I had to have my fun whenever and wherever possible. That summer, I got my first swim brief swimsuit. I'd seen other boys my age at the pool wearing them and it excited me. They were skimpy and snug enough that I could clearly see what each was packing. I had to keep myself very distracted to keep from getting a hardon. I took a trip upstate later that summer to visit some friends. One of them had an above ground pool. There was a group of 4 or 5 swimming as usual one afternoon when they started going in the house one at a time. Soon, I was alone. Several minutes passed with none returning, and my thoughts began to drift toward the boys back home in their swim briefs. I was rock hard in an instant and eager to get off. But I couldn't see a place to hide and I didn't want to get naked in the pool when any of the others might be right back. Then I got an idea. I could stand along the wall, facing it, and stroke myself through the fabric. They wouldn't be able to see what I was doing from the house. If anyone came back out, I could just rest my arms on the edge, keeping my hardon hidden. When it softened, I could turn around and start swimming again. Stroking through the wet nylon felt really good. My cockhead was right up along the waist and clearly outlined with every downstroke. It wasn't long before I felt the tickle that signaled the approach of the point-of-no-return. Then that feeling hit. I stopped on the downstroke. My cock swelled a bit more and then blasted juice into my crotch in a series of violent spurts. I had to lock my lips and dunk my face in the water to keep my grunts and groans silent. In a few minutes, I had returned to normal. I got the juice out of my swim brief and made sure there were no tell-tale signs left in the water. The others were back very soon after that. None of them realized what I had been up to. That was the start of a love affair with swim briefs (and other skimpy wear) that will probably not fade any time soon. ********** After pumping that first load of juice into my swim brief at age 13, I was hooked. I started wearing them to sleep (and caught the by-product of the occasional wet dream) and as underwear when I wore my cut-offs. The nylon slid back and forth across the denim with great ease. A walk of any distance would produce a boner quickly. That, combined with watching the other boys in their swim briefs at the pool, was often too much to handle. I'd be semi-hard when I went to the changing room to get ready to leave; so I had to get into my cut-offs pretty quick. By the time my shirt and sneakers were on, I was fully hard.  The walk home never failed to turn me on either. More than once, I got turned on enough that I came in my pants while in route. The neighbors must have thought I was a first-class klutz because it looked like I hurt my foot or my ankle as I dropped to the concrete making painful sounding noises. If I made it home without cumming, I'd race up to my attic bedroom, zip out of my shorts, and drop face down on this giant cushion I had. I ground my swim brief clad boner into that thing with a vengeance. I would think about the other boys. I wondered what it would be like to feel one of them or have one of them feel me. Then that “feeling” built up pretty quick. I'd stop and press down hard as my cock swelled. I could feel the jets of cum shooting out as I creamed my crotch. After a few minutes, I'd return to normal then clean up and change. The swim briefs got their usual rinse in the laundry room sink and were then hung on the rack to dry, ready for another day. ********** I had so much fun the summer after I turned 13. After discovering what it felt like to shoot a load into my swim brief, I was hooked. It became my number one way of getting off. I don't think I ever wore it for any length of time without shooting in it. One afternoon, toward the end of the summer, I was doing my usual routine at the pool. The “usual” was checking out the other boys in their swim briefs, trying not to pop a boner in front of everyone, irritating the old ladies by doing cannonballs, etc. But this time, I stayed around much later than usual. The place was practically deserted when I finally decided to leave.  When I entered the changing room, I almost collided head on with one of the older kids. We brushed past each other and his left hand accidentally slid across my crotch. I was rock hard in an instant. He noticed. The feel of someone else's hand was fantastic, but I didn't know how he might respond and that uncertainty was scary. I just stood there not knowing what to do. He reached over with his right hand and gave me a light squeeze. I lost it right there. My cock swelled and juice shot through the nylon in violently explosive bursts. I was shaking and grunting and trying to keep very quiet. When it was over, he scurried away to wash his hands and I threw on my clothes. I got out of there as fast as I could and ran all the way home. I was still scared and embarrassed by what happened. I got cleaned up and changed for dinner then rinsed my swim brief and hung it to dry in the laundry room. Later that night, I was more relaxed about the whole thing. I thought it might be fun to have him over for an extended, private session. I began to wonder what he looked like without his trunks. I just had to get friendly with him the next time I saw him. I was also rock hard again and had to grind the cushion in my briefs. It was good, but not as good as with the swim brief. ********** The summer after I turned thirteen, I discovered the awesome combination of swim briefs and spurting. With a trip to one of the area lakes for an afternoon, I discovered the advantages of very deep, somewhat murky water. The crystal-clear water at the pool provided no cover. The lake water (and a large innertube) provided great cover for sessions of spurting in my swim brief. I'd take the innertube and swim out far enough that the little kids couldn't follow. The adults could still see where I was, but not what I was doing. I'd float in the water rubbing my hardon through my swim brief while the innertube floated around and above me. All that was visible from shore was the innertube and my wet brown hair. It generally didn't take too much rubbing before I needed to wrap one arm around the innertube for support. Then I'd stick my face in the water and grunt as my swim briefs were pumped full of juice. Then I could float around and get back to normal at my leisure; all without ever leaving sight of the group. Later at home, I'd rinse my swim briefs out and hang them up to dry. More often than not, I'd end up horny again before bedtime and have to grind my giant cushion while wearing regular briefs. But there were a few times that I snuck down to the basement in the middle of the night to get my swim briefs and shoot in them just one more time. There were window air conditioners in all of the bedrooms, so I could easily get downstairs without being detected. I'd grab my swim briefs off the drying rack in the basement and go into the playroom. Then I was out of my regular briefs, in my swim briefs, and sitting back in a cool vinyl bean bag chair feeling my boner through the fabric. Then I'd roll over and grind my crotch into it until my boner swelled and spurted a nice load in my swim brief. Then, I could either do it again or clean up in the laundry room right then. Eventually, I was back in my briefs and sneaking back to my room. In the morning, I'd be hard again. I'd climb on my giant cushion and start grinding it with ever increasing energy. It never took long for my boner to swell right up and start blasting juice in my crotch. A few minutes later I'd get cleaned up, changed, and go downstairs for breakfast. If the weather was good, I was ready for another afternoon at the pool. ********** I started into my 14th summer even hornier than the year before. My buddy Scott had been squeezing me off in my underwear for much of the school year and I was frequently hard waiting for our next session. He never went to the pool with me, so I didn't have the help I needed when I had a boner there. It was becoming increasingly difficult to control it and I creamed in the pool several times. I'd hang on to the edge trying to conceal things as best I could while my throbbing boner spasmed and spurted in my swim brief. It calmed me down for a while, but generally didn't keep me from cumming in my cut-offs on the way home. In July, I started hanging out with Sean, a new kid in the area. We just kind of fell in together and have been close friends since. His parents bought a house with a pool and we started spending more and more time there. We first met at the country club pool. He wore swim briefs too, but with a pair of soccer shorts over them. His purple swim brief was always visible through the orange shorts when they were wet. It was a turn-on and I started getting boners looking at him. But I did manage to control myself in his presence. Everything was fine until we were walking home one afternoon. I had a boner in my swim brief and my cut-offs were rubbing it as I walked. Within a minute, I felt the head swell and juice start firing. I dropped to the sidewalk gasping and grunting as my boner flooded my suit with juice. Sean wanted to know what was wrong, but I just stood up and started walking again when it was over. I really didn't want to tell him. Sean really wanted to know what was going on and kept pressing for an answer.  So, I finally just told him that I came in my pants.  "My swim briefs feel really good and sometimes I just can't help it," I told him. He was silent for a moment then admitted that his swim briefs felt good too. But he didn't cum in them like I did. The he suggested we swim at his house tomorrow instead of the country club. Naturally, I said, "Yes!" ********** The summer after I turned 14 was a really hot one, and that's not just because of the weather. I got to be the absolute best of friends with a kid my age named Sean; we started to do a lot together. When I came in my pants on one of our walks back from the country club pool, he was very curious. That's when we started going to the swimming pool at his house. We weren't supposed to be there unsupervised, but that didn't matter. We just wanted to have a good time. The first time we swam at his house, it was so cool! He didn't wear the Soccer shorts over his swim brief, which I liked. I had quite a boner in mine which he kept looking at. He asked if he could touch it. I emphatically said, "Yes!"  We stood facing each other in the shallow end while he gently squeezed my balls and my now throbbing boner. My swim briefs were getting sticky and the feeling was approaching fast. A couple more squeezes and that was it. I absolutely exploded in my suit under his gentle touch. I shook, shuddered, moaned, and blasted jets of juice. I had to knock his hand away during the last few spasms because it was so intense. He just watched absolutely fascinated and started to feel the boner in his swim brief. It didn't take me too long to recover and I replaced his hand with mine. This was my first time to feel someone else's boner and I loved it! I backed him right up to the wall and rubbed him good. In almost no time, he unloaded his balls in his swim brief. I could feel it throb and spasm as it filled his purple suit with his juice. When it was over, we just stood there in a hug while he rested against my chest. That was the first time he ever came in his suit. We got down to some serious horseplay for a while then worked each other's boners again before quitting for the day. That's when we vowed to spend as much time together as possible. We had a lot of fun both in and out of the water.

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