Harry

You eye Harry, swim champion of the school. Images of his lithe, hairless body fill your mind, his modesty trapped in those little speedos. You decided to get a closer look.

"Can I borrow Harry please?" You ask the gym coach, who shrugs and calls the boy over.

"Is everything alright sir?" Harry asks innocently.

"It's just fine, but would you go and get changed for me?"

"Sure?" He said, confused over what was happening.

Harry made his way to the changing room, while you quietly slipped in, sure to not make a sound. The student, unknowing that you were watching, took off his shirt, exposing his naturally muscly back, leading down to his pert little butt. Harry then proceeded to pull down his shorts, revealing he was currently wearing a little black speedo.

"Stop right there." You tell Harry, with the boy freezing in place.

"Sir!" He called in surprise, "What are you doing?"

You didn't reply, instead taking your time to stroke his arse, before taking a slap. You toyed with the speedo, before something caught your eye.

"Harry, why do you have an erection?"

The black speedo strained as the boy's dick strained against the fabric. It wasn't large, but wasn't small. Harry blushed.

"Well, this is sort of a fantasy of mine..." He admitted, going red.

"Someone touching you in the changing room?" You ask.

"Not someone," he said quietly, "you."

"Me?"

"Yeah. I've always liked you, and I have fantasies where you approach me while I'm changing and begin touching me..."

You were stunned. Never would you have guessed that Harry Fairburn, athletic swimmer, would be gay, let alone for you. You weren't opposed to it though.

"What else did I do in your fantasy?" You ask, fingers still lingering on his skin.

"You sucked my dick." He said shyly.

Without saying a word, you made your way in front of the boy, before kneeling in front of him. Pulling his eager cock out of its confines, you slowly begin to take it in your mouth. Sucking on the cockhead, you move your fingers up to tease his nipples. He had no reaction.

"Do you have sensitive nipples?" You ask, pulling off.

"No, not really."

"I think you do." You say.

Before he can reply, you pinch one, with Harry yelping in surprised pleasure.

"What the fuck?" He groans, as you go back down on him, while continuing to tease his nubs.

You begin taking more of his cock down your throat, washing the head with your tongue. You pull back to the head, having a wee make out sesh, before going back down. You manage the entire length, increasing the boy's moans. You do this a few more times, before pulling off once and for all, giving his nipple another good squeeze.

"So," you ask, circling his nip, "what's next in your fantasy?"

"Well," he drawls slightly, "you take off your clothes, go on your back and I fuck you."

"Hmm," you ponder, having no intention to get fucked, "where's some lube?"

"I know Nick has some." Harry says, opening up a locker that wasn't properly closed.

That doesn't surprise you. Harry returns with a small tube, which you take from him.

"On second thought," you say, pulling out your cock, "I think you'd make a better bottom."

"What, no." Harry argues, stepping back.

"Get on that bench," you order, "all fours, hold your arse up."

The boy shocks himself by following orders, his speedo riding into his crack. You generously apply the lube to your cock, before stepping towards the swimmer.

"I've never had anything up there!" He pleaded.

"First time for everything." You tell him, pulling the speedo fabric to the side.

You line your dick up to his hairless, pink hole. In a single thrust, it slips into the tight hole. Harry grunts loudly, as you sigh in pleasure. Slowly, you press inch after inch further into the swimmer, he's groaning in confused pain. You begin extracting your penis from his hole, before planting it right back inside him. This goes on, until you hit something inside of him.

"Oh fuck!" He cries out, with his first pleasurable moan following.

"That's right boy," you growl, "I told you you'd be a good bottom."

"Oh sir!" He moaned, beginning to gyrate his hips.

You begin going faster, slamming into the moaning bitch beneath you. Harry the whore begins to push back, trying to fill himself up as much as possible.

"Turn around." You bark, keeping your dick inside him.

Carefully, Harry flips onto his back, looking at you pleadingly.

"Fuck me." He whispers.

Without delay, you slam back into the swimmer, holding his legs out to get as far in as possible. Harry groaned in guttural pleasure, stroking his red cock furiously.

"Yeah, come on." You grunt, getting close, "You want my own swimmers in you boy?"

"Yes," he moans, "please!"

As he uttered that final word, you shout out in pleasure, flooding the boy's hole in your cum. Shot after shot fired into the once virgin hole. As you begin to calm down, you see him still furiously masterbating his aching rod.

"Need some help?" You ask, taking hold of the dick, stroking it slowly.

"So close," he whined, writhing on the bench.

You leaned down, pinching his nipple, before locking lips with the boy. That was enough, as he moaned loudly into your mouth before shooting his loud, hitting you on the chin powerfully. His orgasm went on for what felt like years, each shot drowning the both of them, who continued to make out. Finally, the load finished to a dribble, as you pulled off of Harry.

"So," you said, straightening you cum soaked tie as cum dripped from your cum soaked chin onto your cum soaked clothes, "did that live up to your fantasies?"

The cum soaked student smiled.

"Better."