Cody was 17, and three years had passed since he'd last seen his friend TJ. They'd both been asked by their national swim teams to travel to the Asia-Pacific region for the swimming championships in Singapore. Well, we all know that… They read about their previous adventures and saw that TJ could swim, but not competitively. And Cody was no stranger to the pool, but to be part of their national teams? Yeah, right!
Well, I can tell you how Cody heard it. He had just finished a swimming practice at school when the coach said he had to go to the headmaster.
"Sit down, Mr. Taronto." – the head gestured to Cody to take the chair opposite the desk. The trainer sat down in the chair next to him.
A bead of sweat formed on Cody's upper lip. "Okay, what the hell did I do wrong now? Oh shit, maybe the coach saw me staring at Wingut's penis in the shower or something."
"You're traveling to Singapore, Mr. Taronto." I have no idea why or what for, but you'll be accompanying the South African junior swimming team at the Asia-Pacific Championships. You'll be there. I'm sure the national management has given you further details about your visit.
Cody's eyes almost popped out of his head: "Oh, my God..."
The coach kicked Cody in the ankles.
"What did you want to say?" asked the headmaster.
"I wanted to say: Oh, how funny, sir."
Outside the office, the coach could no longer contain himself and erupted into hysteria. "Shit, Cody!" "One day you'll be in this mess yourself."
Cody chuckled: "Actually, I thought..." I had myself pretty well under control. So, you can tell me what this is. That's really what it's about."
"I'm not sure, but it's like something..." Like something out of a Mission Impossible story. They want you to find out about performance. Performance-enhancing drugs are being given to the swimmers, especially the juniors. There's another guy, an American, who's going to join you."
"An American? I wonder... mmm. But... why me, and whoever this other jerk is? Why not just use them? 'The police, the FBI, or whoever?'"
"Don't ask me? I would never have sent you. You're practically inviting trouble."
"Man, coach, thank you so much... thank you so much." a pile."
The coach put his hand on Cody's shoulder: "I don't like the idea, Cody. To me, that sounds like a job for professionals." And it sounds dangerous. Just be careful, okay?
When Cody called me to tell me the news, all I could say was, "I hope the Asians are expecting you," and run off, hahahahahaha."
"My name isn't Steve. You'll miss me?"
"Shitty code. Now I guess I'll have to program manually." "Until you get back."
"Well, hey. It's not like I'm leaving now. Right?"
Cody didn't have to do much for me to be mistaken. He held my wrists firmly, my arms stretched behind my back. My head. His lips brushed gently against mine. My tongue desperately tried to reach his mouth so I could savor the taste. As we kissed, my cock felt like it was about to explode. The slightest touch and it would be over. Cody's cock was still hard despite the ejaculation just moments before. Warm Cody juice was still leaking from the swollen... His head rested on my stomach. His breathing was heavy, and our bodies were burning hot and drenched in sweat.
Despite his heavy breathing, he asked the question: "Are you ready, Steve?" It almost sounded like he was about to leave. I started singing the song "Ballroom Blitz," and my stomach was fluttering with giggles. This didn't escape my best friend's notice, and he stroked my hard abs with his hand. That triggered more explosions in my body. I wanted him so badly now.
Cody turned around so I had access to his rosebud. His perfect, smooth ass was on full display. He looked directly at me, his beautiful rosebud right in front of my face. He lowered his gaze. He lowered himself onto my engorged cock, and I felt his warm, wet tongue. I rode it the entire way. I took a deep breath, then placed my hands on his hips and lifted my face to his ass. My tongue explored it, gently probing. He bent down and took the full length in his hand. I took my cock in my mouth, and his rosebud revealed itself to my exploring tongue. We were both breathing heavily.
Cody has a special way of making love, so that you only reached climax when you were both ready. One of his hands gently cupped and massaged my testicles while his tongue moistened them. It.
When he felt the moment was right, he turned and looked at me, cupping my crotch. I used my hands. He opened his ass as he guided my stiff cock into his waiting head. I watched his abs involuntarily clench as I entered him. He was tight, but I was allowed in, and we both gasped and sighed. Beautiful pleasure. I felt my balls move of their own accord as Cody gently... He rode me, leaning forward to kiss me, and it felt like my cock was about to break as it bent to accommodate his forward thrust. I lifted my hips to fuck him, and my movements grew faster and faster. I felt my desire surge within me, and I exploded inside him. I screamed with absolute pleasure. Cody's hands moved, stroking my stomach and chest. Then it was over, just too damn soon.
I would like to believe that I was the first person Cody had let into his sanctuary, but the way he loved and the way he made me feel led me to believe that he had accumulated a great deal of experience long before the Steve event.
I hated that he was leaving; I felt... a pang of jealousy for the boys he was going to meet and befriend, and somewhere in there, there had to be a lover. Cody was insatiable. When it came to love. And I was going to miss him terribly.
Just being near Cody was an adventure, even if nothing happened.
Cody met with the national swim team, Ein Kommando, at Johannesburg International Airport. There were twenty of them: thirteen boys aged 14 to 18 and seven girls. The national coach, David Foster, had already met Cody and knew why he was there. To complete the cover-up, they treated him as a member of the team. He had been told that Cody was there as a reserve and shouldn't expect to compete. In fact, Cody's name was on the championship committee's list as a reserve. They also knew about him and his American counterpart.
International swimming was in a deplorable state because of amphetamine use among swimmers. Ian Thorpe from Australia: They had spoken openly about it being a problem, and now they were finally trying to do something about it. That's what they expected from my friend. But only they knew.
As they boarded the Singapore Airlines plane, Jason, the captain of the swim team, spoke to Cody: “So you’re here. I’m riding as a passenger, dude. Just don’t get in our way!”
Jason was blond and only 175cm taller than Cody, with broad shoulders, typical of a swimmer's build. Cody looked up at him: "If I get in your way, you'll find out soon enough." Sure."
He shoved Cody in the back, almost knocking him down the corridor. "Move, man, damn it!" "You're taking up space."
Cody felt like turning around and knocking him out, but he didn't think that was a good idea. At least not just back then. Besides, Jason looked like he'd peeled his skin off. And he'd eaten a few little Codys in his life.
