Mediterranean Baby Blue Ch 01

Edited by CopperSkink

November-18-2009

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"Mediterranean Baby Blue" is a erotic story, with some parts containing graphic sexual scenes. If erotica is illegal in your area by local, county, province, or national law, please stop reading now and go elsewhere.

CHAPTER 01 - The Grade.

As I jumped, the adrenaline hit me strong, the air caressing my skin as I picked up speed. I tried to project in my mind that my body was aerodynamic, my hands meeting with each other as I stretched them above my head. I wanted them to be as symmetrical as possible and believed balance was the key so I adjusted as much as I could. Then I entered the water the cool liquid sensations so familiar and welcome. There was nothing in the world that I enjoyed more than water, sailing, swimming, diving, fishing. Any and all water sports made me happy.

I swam underwater 'till I got to where the coach was standing near the edge of the pool.

"Nice dive, Anthony, you're getting better every year. We'll see you at the swim team's party, now hit the showers. You're the last one out, so hurry up, please."

"Thanks, coach, see you at the party." I replied as I got out of the pool and ran towards the locker rooms. I walked to the shower room and all the guys were talking about what they had planned for the summer as they lathered up. They all had fit swimmer bodies with defined muscles, broad shoulders, and narrow hips. I went to a shower turned on the water and got it to a comfortable temperature, I took off my Speedos, rinsed them and hung them on the showers water knob.

"Hey Mark, lend me some shower gel, bro, I forgot mine," I said, looking at Mark, who was one of the tallest guys in the swim team and one of my best friends.

"Here you go little hobo beggar," he said laughing and he threw me the gel.

"Yea, stop being a cheap bitch and buy your own gel," added Jamie, joining in the fun making.

"See if I lend you penny whores stooges anything again," I said not able to contain my laughter.

They all joined in the laughter and started doing "Three Stooges" impressions.

"Hey Mo, pass me the soap, niak niak niak," Mark acted like Curly.

"Get your own soap bitch, wo wo, wo wo," Jamie acted like Mo and wiggled his fingers at Mark's face.

Most of the guys just shook their heads and laughed. They were all good looking, some with tans, fit bodies, all types of heights and a variety of hair colors and styles. Most of us had our hair real short during the swim meet season, but now that it was summer we let it grow into styles we liked.

Sometimes I would think how it would be to fuck a guy in the ass. Since Carol and I had never gone all the way, I was real curious to get my cock into a hole. When the guys would bend over and I would get a look at a hole, it made me wonder what it would be like. My best friend was gay and he said that when a cock was in his ass and hit his prostrate gland it was indescribably hot.

But I don't think I wanted to try because guys didn't turn me on; it was just thoughts, and I wanted my first time to be with Carol. I was also curious at a sixty-nine with a guy since I liked that position so much. Which brought my attention to the guys cocks. They had different size and type cocks, some with foreskin, some circumcised. Different lengths and widths. Maybe I was bi-sexual deep down inside, I wondered to myself. Talking about cocks, HH just walked by going to his locker. We called him "HH," which was short for Hung Hank; he had a cock that would make a donkey cry from envy. When he got a boner, it always pointed straight up past his belly button. I heard him sigh real load and other guys laughed and cheered.

"Seven seconds." shouted someone.

I guessed this was how long it took Hank to get a boner; seems like they had made bets at how long it would take. They had placed a nude photo in Hank's locker and since he was the ultimate horn dog, any porn pictures would get him hard fast.

"Is that a record?" one guy asked.

"No it's not. Five seconds is the record he holds after we showed him Paris Hilton's nude pictures the first time," interjected Mark into the conversation.

The room was full of high spirits, adrenaline and male hormones. I gave Mark his gel as I walked passed him on my way to my locker and I thanked him.

I was to meet with Carol in the classroom after swim team practice. So after I dried my body off, I put on a track suit because after the next class we had gym, which meant I would have to change again anyway.

I wondered what she wanted to talk about this time. The only thing I did not like about her was that she over-analyzed things and made little dramas once in a while, but we were madly in love and the good outweighed the bad by far.

We exchanged goodbyes with my team mates and slowly made our way out of the lockers.

I entered the classroom where we had agreed to meet. Carol, sitting in the back, motioned for me to join her.

"Hi, baby," I said and bent down to kiss her lightly on the lips.

"I will miss you a lot," she said with a pout, making her already-full lips look so inviting.

I planted another kiss on her lips, this time lingering a bit longer and slowly parting her lips with my tongue. We kissed with more passion this time and then I pulled away to break the kiss as I took the seat next to her.

"What did you need to talk about?" I asked, a little worried that she was feeling insecure or sad that I was probably leaving for the summer and that she would make a small scene.

"I just wanted to give you something to remember me by this summer so you don't stray," she said, reaching for her backpack.

"Who knows if my parents will keep their promise, and don't forget I need to get better than a B+ so they'll buy me the plane ticket," I replied.

"I know you'll get better than a B+ and so do you! Don't be silly and worry about it; it's just that I'll miss you," she said, pouting again with a sad puppy look in her eyes, those eyes made my heart melt. Dear god, I loved Carol so much. She was my first and only girlfriend I ever had. We had been together as friends since we were in kindergarten, but we became a pair officially when we were around fourteen years old. Now four years later, we were both near nineteen years old and more in love.

She pulled her chair closer to mine and pulled out a bottle from her backpack. It looked like some kind of perfume or lotion. I thought to myself sarcastically, "Yea right, great gift to remember her by." I then looked at her and smiled, even if I did not like the gift, I would thank her. I could not break her heart and thinking about it, anything she would give me would make me remember her. I don't know why I got mean-spirited thoughts sometimes.

"Close your eyes tight... are you sure they're closed?" she asked with a playful tone in her voice.

"Yes, madam," I said putting on a fake southern accent and grinning a bit.

I then smelled the faintest scent of wild flowers mixed with a bit of musk. I loved that smell.

She lifted my shirt a bit and I jumped in surprise as I felt some lotion drop on my belly. She placed her other hand on my track pants, lifted the band of the pants and boxers and wiggled her hand with the lotion until she reached my cock. It was soft, but growing harder by the second. When her hand made contact with my cock, I felt the lotion being applied and shivered. Her nimble fingers started to play with my cock head, one of her fingers on top of my pee hole, rubbing, exploring, making me horny.

I was surprised, not expecting this to happen, especially with class starting in fifteen minutes.

"Keep your eyes closed," she said. I think she knew I was trying to peek.

She leaned over and whispered with a husky voice in my ear, "Pull down your boxers as far as they will go, but leave on your trackies so we don't get busted on the second-to-last day of school."

I readily obeyed, pulling my boxers down under my track pants so they were near my knees. Now that she had better access to my pulsing cock, she started stroking it, applying the lotion all over. Then she reached lower, rubbing my balls with that sweet-smelling lotion. Talk about instant hard-on; my cock went from limp to hard-as-a-rock faster than the speed of sound.

"Mm," I groaned.

"You like that, don't you, baby?" she asked in a sexy voice.

I nodded, moaning and groaning as I felt her hand stroking my now-throbbing cock.

"Tell me when your ready to cum baby, I want you to cum in my mouth." She giggled as I groaned a bit louder.

We did not need that much time because the sensation of the liquid, her hand stroking my cock, and the sexuality of the moment brought me near climax fast. Doing this in class, knowing someone might walk in at any time added to the moment.

She pulled the front of my track pants down a bit and took out my throbbing cock, which she started massaging with both hands: one hand pumping my shaft, the other on my cock head, rubbing it, squeezing it, bringing me closer to my orgasm.

"I'm almost there baby," I whimpered in a low, husky voice.

Without hesitation, she bent down while still holding my shaft with one hand and placed her lips on my cock head, applying pressure till her lips parted and half my cock was in her soft, warm, moist mouth. When she started circling my cock head with her tongue, I felt my ball sack tighten up. My whole body was trembling as I tensed up and started cumming in her mouth for what seemed like minutes, and she swallowed every single drop.

She kept sucking for a bit, then she stopped, pulled away, and sat up to straighten herself out.

I had still not caught my breath when she leaned close to my ear, gave it a long lick that sent shivers down my spine and said, "That was just the appetizer. When you finish with your guitar lessons tonight, come to my house. My parents are going the Williams' house to play bridge and we'll be alone for a few hours. I decided I want you to fuck my ass, if you still want to."

"Holy fucking ass cracks Batman!" I thought. I had wanted this for at least two years now, since the day we started experimenting with our sexuality. We had decided she would remain a virgin until we were at least close to getting married. I had cum between her legs, breasts, hands, feet, you name it, but never in her pussy or in her ass. I had licked her pussy many times as one of our favorite positions was 69, but she had let me lick her asshole only a few times, and once I let her lick mine. The thought that I was going to fuck her ass tonight sent blood to my dick and I was getting a hard-on again.

The door opened and some classmates walked in. I realized half my cock was still out of my pants, so I quickly covered up before they had a chance to see anything. I wiggled my cock into place as fast as I could and pulled the boxers up.

Since everyone else was all looking to the front of the class, I placed my hand between Carol's legs and gave her pussy a few quick rubs. I whispered in her ear, "thank you for that wonderful hand job baby." I then gave her a quick kiss.

Jason walked into class as I kissed her and he gave me one of his dazzling white smiles and rolled his eyes. He was one of our best friends. Carol and I had known him as long as we had known each other; in fact, I think Carol had a crush on him before me, but Jason was gay. He had never come out of the closet, but he had told Carol and me years ago, before we had even started dating.

Jason and I had clowned around a bit, jerking each other off. He was the one that gave me my first blowjob but he knew that I didn't want to go further than that with a guy. As soon as I told him I was in love with Carol, he helped Carol and me to get together, being the good friend that he is. I knew deep inside he still wanted me, but he was too much of a gentleman and a friend to try anything with me since that time.

Jason was easily the best-looking guy in school. Many of the girls and I always bet guys had a crush on him. But he came from a very religious family, and he was in confused turmoil about his sexuality. I really felt sorry for him and wished that he would eventually find his place in life to end his troubles. He had a secret boyfriend who wished to remain anonymous and out of respect for our friendship I never pried into the matter. I knew if and when Jason could and wanted me to know, he would tell me. Sometimes I would catch him taking a peak at my body in the showers and he would always come to watch when I had a swim meet. But that was the extent of it. He also had a girlfriend who was bi-sexual and in the closet, though their relationship kept both their parents happy.

That day seemed to be the longest day in my life, between wanting so much for the time to come so I could fuck my girlfriend's virgin ass and for our grades to be posted so I'd finally know whether I had earned that plane ticket I was promised. But as they do, that damned clock looked like it was stuck in the same position all the time. I stared at the second-hand of the clock, willing it to go faster. My math teacher Mr. Bakerfield, who was the only teacher I did not get along with in the whole school, said sarcastically, "Are you trying to figure out the square root of one million, thirty-one thousand and fifty seven, Mr. Velos?" The scorn and slight lisp evident, in his nasal voice.

I looked at him when I heard my name being called and noticed the whole class was looking at me. I turned field-tomato-red.

"No, sir, I was trying to figure out how many seconds till school would be out for this year," I replied to him, being a half-truthful.

Some students giggled. I looked down at my book, pretending to read the math problem that needed solving. I wished the old fart would take his eyes off me, because I needed to straighten my cock. It was hard and it was pushing against my boxers uncomfortably. Finally, after staring at me for what seemed hours, he went back to writing on the blackboard, explaining the proper way to solve the equation. I stuck my hand down my pants real fast to put my cock in a more comfortable position.

I caught Eleanor looking at me. She had glanced down as if she was trying to see inside my pants before moving her eyes to my face. I managed to shrug and turn a bit more red. She smiled, licked her lips, sighed and turned around. I knew she had a crush on me since the sixth grade and that I could fuck her any day I wanted too; others had fucked her and said she was as good as they get in bed. She let me see her pussy a few times, opening her legs while we were sitting across each other in the cafeteria. Her pussy was smooth and shaved. I had imagined sticking my stiff dick into that pussy many times when I jacked off.

Once, she acted as if she was adjusting her large tits while sitting by the swimming pool of our mutual friend's house. When she knew I was looking, she pulled out one tit and gave me a inviting look as she touched her nipple and licked it before putting it back into her bikini top. I acted like I didn't see her, but I went to the bathroom faster than the roadrunner (beep beep). I jacked off and came in 20 seconds but then thought, I can't have sex with Eleanor, if I did and got caught, I'd lose Carol and I can't do that to her.

The bell sounded and the second-to-last math class of the year was over.

Finally, I pushed my way to the bulletin board where they had posted the grades. I found my name, Anthony Velos, with a great big "A" beside it. I was so happy, I just wanted to jump around and do silly shit. Jason was the first friend I saw. He came over and gave me a great big hug. He told me how happy he was for me, now that I had made the grade to spend my summer in Greece with my godfather. We said goodbye as he had to meet his mom in the parking lot; she was picking him up to go shopping.

Another friend, Peter, came where I was standing and gave me a pat on the back. I asked about his grade and he said "B+." "Congrats," I told him, knowing that for him, the B+ was a great improvement. Peter came from a dysfunctional family; his step-mother would verbally abuse him and his father was hardly around. He was at the race track almost every day, and when he was working, he was away from home because his job was to demonstrate the company's products to distributors all over the country.

Peter asked if I could give him a lift, so I told him I was going to my last guitar lesson before the summer holiday. The conservatory was near Peter's house, so it was no problem. I told one of Carol's girlfriends to tell Carol "bye" for me because I knew she had a project to finish with the school newspaper.

We got in the car and drove off, chatting and listening to some music playing on the radio.

"So, you must be so stoked to be heading for Greece and sailing this summer. I'm so fucking jealous, you lucky prick," he said jokingly.

"Got that right, pizza breath," I laughed. "Pizza breath" was the nickname Jason and I gave to Peter because that was what he ate ninety percent of the time.

"So, how big is your godfather's yacht?" pizza breath asked quizzically.

"I never asked him; all I know is it has five cabins and sleeps more than ten people."

Peter let out a low whistle.

"Your godfather must be really loaded."

"Well, he married one of Greece's hottest singers, he owns two night clubs, a few bars, and a chain of restaurants, so yeah, he is loaded alright."

"You got to post lots of pictures on your Myspace account or send me some with email," Peter said seriously.

"Sure thing, bro, I'll even send you some home-made porn to show you how it's done; you need all the help you can get," I replied, laughing at him.

He poked me in the rib, and elbowed each other. We laughed and joked around 'till we were on his street. I was going to park my car here because it was safer and only a three minute walk from the conservatory.

Peter thanked me for the ride and waved at me as he turned away and walked toward his house. He was such a good friend, but his home situation had alienated him from too much of a social life since his parents had never given him any money to go out and have fun. He was too proud to keep accepting money from us, his friends, so he stayed home, writing. Who knows maybe one day he would publish something. His stories were good; his hero is Steven King and he tried to imitate that style and feel in his stories. One of Peter's vampire stories had been so scary it had given me nightmares for months.

I walked toward the conservatory, my mind swimming with plans on what the next few days would be like as I was getting ready for my summer vacation. After guitar lessons, I would go home and tell my parents my grade and hopefully they would keep their promise and buy me the ticket to Greece. My godfather had offered to pay for it, but my parents insisted that if I got good grades, they would be happy to.