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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Gravity_Falls, ParaNorman
  Relationship:
      Dipper_Pines/Norman_Babcock
  Character:
      Dipper_Pines, Norman_Babcock
  Additional Tags:
      80s_AU, Swimming, Consensual, Boyfriends, shower, Shower_Sex, Cutie_pies,
      Extremely_Underage, Dipper_is_12, Norman_is_14, Swim_lessons, YMCA,
      Kissing, mastrubation, Oral
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-10-29 Words: 3587
****** Private Swimming Lessons ******
by TheManWithTheHood
Summary
     In the summer of 1985 Dipper Pines went to Gravity Falls, there he
     met Norman Babcock, son of the local YMCA director. Norman agrees to
     teach the 12 year old city boy how to swim, and then gets something
     extra in the process.
Notes
     Parapines FTW
Norman gently rests his hand on the lower part of Dipper’s back, the water from
the pool lapping up and resting in the dip of the younger boy’s back.
“Okay, now, just move your legs in the water.”
Dipper sighs and kicks his legs hard, sending water flying into the air and
cascading down on the two tweens.
“Gently. Maybe?” Norman suggests, running his hand across Dipper’s back again,
patiently emphasizing the gentleness of the kick. Dipper plants his face in the
water and huffs, sending bubbles to the surface. The kick board he was holding
was making his arms ache, they’d been in the water for a half an hour and
Dipper was no closer to learning how to swim than he was two days ago. Never
the less, he moved his legs in the water the way Norman had shown him to.
Dipper very slowly moved forwards in the water, he was moving at an angle sure,
but he had forward momentum. Norman smiles and waits for Dipper to move a
little farther away, before humorously wrapping his hand around Dipper’s calf
and pulling him back to where they had started.
“See? You’re getting it.” Norman chuckles, resting his hand once again on
Dipper’s lower back. “Now, let’s see if you can aim yourself, try and go, just
straight forwards, I’ll stop you if you go too far.”
Dipper moans again but nods, he wipes his hair out of his face and takes a
breath to steady himself. Focusing on one point at the end of the pool he
gently kicks forwards with his legs. It’s nowhere near perfect or fast, but
Dipper manages to make it in a mostly straight line, until Norman catches up to
him and pulls him back to the shallow end.
“Okay! See? Learning.” Norman chuckles, and pats Dipper on his bare behind.
Dipper slips off the kickboard, and stands up, stretching his sore arms.
“This isn’t football, don’t touch my butt.” Dipper pouts, still stretching from
side to side. Norman chuckles and faux pouts.
“What? Upset because you’re not allowed trunks?”
Dipper rolls his eyes, he did think it was a dumb rule. No trunks in the YMCA,
it’s 1985 for God’s sake he should be able to wear what he wanted – Maybe
Gravity Falls hadn’t gotten the memo. He snorts and shakes his head, while
shrugging.
“Hey, a rules a rule. I just think it’s not a well thought out one.”
Norman giggles and turns, thrusting his behind out in Dipper’s general
direction.
“Then you’re jealous, huh? That you don’t get to touch my butt?”
Both boys giggle good naturedly, until Dipper sighs and scratches his face.
“So what’s next? What do I gotta do?”
Norman shrugs and pops himself up onto the edge of the pool.
“Well, do you wanna keep going? There are a couple more exercises we can do
with your legs to get you ready for that. I was thinking about working your
arms tomorrow.”
Dipper sighs and clambers up onto the pool’s edge as well.
“Uh – I mean. How long until your dad’s done with the paperwork?”
“I dunno, it was a busy day today, so I’d say another hour.”
Dipper sighs and kicks the water, sending little rain drops out into the rest
of the pool. He chews on the inside of his lip before slipping back into the
water and looking up to Norman.
“Let’s get the leg stuff out of the way.”
Norman nods and slides back into the pool gracefully, and pulls the kickboard
away from Dipper, who had gone to retrieve it.
“You’re not gonna need this again today.”
“Thank God, I don’t know if my arms could take that much more.”
Norman giggles again and glides over to Dipper, placing a hand on his stomach,
and a hand on his upper legs.
“Okay, now lean forwards, like in a Superman position.” Dipper made a face, but
did as he was instructed and floats gracefully just above Norman’s hands. “Ok,
now kicks your legs like we’ve been talking about, and don’t worry, I’ve got
you.”
Dipper grunts but starts kicking his legs, after a few seconds he feels his
face flushing due a very glaringly obvious problem in Norman’s plan. Every time
he kicked his legs, Norman’s hand would brush up against the bottom of Dipper’s
balls. Dipper kept trying to correct the situation by wiggling his body
forwards in Norman’s hands, but Norman kept adjusting as well, trying to make
sure Dipper didn’t sink. Eventually it got to the point where Dipper’s small
balls were bouncing off of Norman’s palm every time he kicked. Dipper realizes
that if he wiggled anymore, Norman would eventually end up palming his dick,
and he did not want that. Because the slapping of his balls had caused him to
go rock hard under the water, so he flails backwards, and kicks himself towards
the shallow end of the pool.
Norman gave a shout as Dipper flailed and fled, giving chase to make sure the
other boy didn’t drown himself. Sure enough, Dipper starts to writhe under
water, trying to reach the air, but his limbs were too askew, he didn’t
coordinate them enough to swim to the surface. Norman dives the foot or so and
hooks his arms under Dipper’s, kicking off the bottom of the pool and dragging
the still flailing preteen to the surface.
Dipper breaches the surface with a gasp and immediately moves towards the
stairs to exit the pool.
“Okay, I’m… I’m done. Now. Thanks, I’m done.” Dipper reaches the top of the
stairs and bolts to his towel, resting on one of the plastic arm chairs on the
side of the pool, quickly wrapping it around his waist and awkwardly turning to
look back at Norman. “I’ll see you tomorrow, I guess.”
Norman looks up from the water totally bewildered by Dipper’s sudden jumpy
demeanor, but doesn’t press it, assuming he was panicking from being under the
water for so long. As Dipper goes to enter the locker room Norman calls out to
him -
“Remember to shower off! You don’t want all the pool gunk going home with you.”
Dipper hurriedly nods and disappears into the locker room.
Norman sighs and leans against the edge of the pool, thinking about Dipper for
a brief moment. The boy’s body was beautiful, and his skin was soft and supple
from living in the city. Norman let a smile dance across his lips as he
imagined Dipper soaping up and showering off, letting the bubbles trail down
his body, across his lap, and down into the drain. Norman pauses after a
moment, because he can feel his erection pressing into the rough material of
the pool wall, and sighs deciding to ignore his thoughts about Dipper, he goes
to the stairs and heads into the locker room hallway.
As Norman passes the shower room he can hear one of the many shower heads
running, and stops himself from peeking in on Dipper’s shower. It’s one thing
to be naked in the pool, but showers probably felt more private to the younger
boy. Norman goes to his locker and pulls out his towel, making his way back
towards the shower room. He pauses for a moment, yesterday he’d done the same
thing and heard Dipper singing a Baba song. However this time he heard no music
from the shower room. What he heard instead was a slapping sound, like a
slippery fist hitting slippery skin. Norman blinks for a moment, not believing
what he was hearing, and leans in a little closer, not so much so that Dipper
would see him, but enough to hear the room better. There were soft noises
coming from Dipper’s mouth. Small sounds of distress and pleasure, as well as
soft encouragement.
“C’mon, c’mon, I don’t have time for this”
Norman felt himself get even harder, Dipper was worried that he’d come in and
freak out. Norman thought hard for a second, before hanging up his towel and
entering the steam filled room quietly, taking up a position beside Dipper,
whos eyes were shut tightly. Norman glances around and slowly wraps his hand
around his own dick, slowly getting into a steady rhythm. Dipper was so focused
on his own needs that he didn’t hear or sense Norman, until Norman moaned.
Dipper startles with a yell and lets go of his own swollen member. He gapes at
Norman, who continues to stroke himself, ignoring the now furiously blushing
Dipper.
“N-norman, what are you doing?”
“Nnf, the same thing you were. Why’d you stop?”
Norman’s question gives Dipper pause, why did he stop? Dipper hesitantly once
again takes his needy cock into his hands and started to stroke it, slower this
time, keeping an eye on Norman the whole time. Marvelling at the boy’s frame.
Norman was a bit taller than Dipper, but much much skinner. His ribs could
probably be counted just by seeing how tight his skin was pulled against his
frame, he was made of angles and sharp edges, there was very little that was
soft about Norman’s appearance, save for his face, which had yet to catch up
with his body on the growth spurt. Norman had a very dainty soft jawline, big
eyes, soft lips…
Dipper yelps as he feels himself get very close to cumming, and drops his dick
again, holding his hands behind his head breathing heavily. Norman slows his
own pace and tilts his head to look at Dipper.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing… I was just… I was just close is all. And I didn’t uhhhh.”
Norman chuckles and drops his hand as well, giving Dipper a once over with his
eyes, letting them trail across Dipper’s engorged and raw dick. It wasn’t large
by any means, but it stuck out prominently from the boy’s crotch, arcing ever
so slightly towards the sky. Norman would wager it was maybe three or four
inches long. Not bad for someone who hadn’t even hit puberty yet. Norman ran
his tongue across his lips, as Dipper stared on, eyes glued fast to the older
boys dick.
“If you’re wondering it’s five and a half inches.”
Norman pulls his dick down and lets it bounce up towards the ceiling, Norman’s
dick was longer, and slightly thicker, it prominently curved up towards the
ceiling, up towards Norman’s belly, rather than away from his body. There was
the barest glimpses of dark pubic hair at the very base of the teens cock, but
it was still soft and feathery, yet to curl and become bristly.
Dipper swallows hard and looks down at his own crotch, then back at Norman’s.
“It’s so much bigger.”
“It just looks that way. I promise.”
“I know I’m gonna grow, a bit, but like... uh…”
Norman chuckles and runs his hand up his dick, runs his foreskin over the head
and lets it roll itself back. Norman looks over at Dipper’s glans, noticing the
cut back skin and tilts his head inquisitively.
“Are you jewish?”
Dipper blushes furiously and shrugs.
“Half…”
Norman nods knowingly and steps a little closer to Dipper.
“I’ve never touched a… uh, circumcised one before…”
Dipper shifts from one foot to the other and casts his eyes down to the tile
floor.
“And I’ve uh, I’ve never… touched one that’s uh, big…”
Norman rubs the back of his neck and bows his head a little, as he was about to
ask one of the most important questions he’d ever asked any, ever.
“It sounds like… we can uh, solve each others problems… if you wanna… touch
mine, I’ll let you… and would it be okay if I uh, touched yours?”
Both boys were staring at the tile floor, with their faces bright red in
anticipation, Dipper nods adding in a little squeaking, ‘uh huh’ noise.
Norman reaches out slowly, having to bend over a little bit to reach Dipper’s
crotch, and wraps his fingers around the other boy’s dick, and gently slides
his hand back towards himself. Dipper groans and Norman can see the gooseflesh
run over the tweens skin. After a few more strokes Dipper regains his composure
and reaches his hand out and wraps his hand around Norman’s shaft. It fits
nicely in his palm, taking up the whole area of his hand. He squeezes gently
and pulls like Norman was doing to his dick, back and forth for a minute.
Both boys are silent as they do this, save for some groaning and breathing. But
the only other sound in the room is the shower head that Dipper had left on,
the water hitting the tile.
Minutes pass as both boys stare at each other, avoiding staring into each
others eyes, but focusing on specific points on the others body, as they slowly
jack each other off, face to face. Finally Norman coughs and they both release
the other’s dick.
“This position isn’t the best for this… if we were sitting down, like side by
side.” Norman suggests, motioning to the ground directly under the shower head.
Dipper nods and sits down clumsily, his dick bouncing with each movement,
Norman slides down next to Dipper and much more confidently takes the smaller
boy’s cock into his hand. “Better?” He asks.
Dipper nods and rests his head against the wall of the shower room, reaching
out and wrapping his hand around Normans dick, allowing the teen to rest his
head back as well. Both boys sit like that for what seems like ages, both
coming close a few times, but the increased breathing causes the other to slow
their hand, and wait, eventually Dipper stops altogether and rests his hand in
his lap causing Norman to stop.
“Are you okay?” Norman asks, concerned Dipper was feeling guilty. Dipper nods
but runs his hands through his hair nervously.
“H-have you ever seen, th-the magazines?”
Norman bites his lip and nods, in fact he possessed quite a few, that were
hidden between his mattress and box spring.
“Yeah - you?” Dipper nods, he’d stumbled across the ones that his Grunkle sold
behind the Mystery Shack counter a couple times and had taken a peek. “Did you
uh, like them?” Dipper nods again, before looking over to Norman, with a
surprisingly dry mouth.
“Can I… try, the… mouth… thing?”
Norman’s eyes bulge out of their socket for a moment, before he settles down
and he was proud of the fact that his cheeks only flushed a little bit.
“Y-yeah, I mean, I guess if you want.”
Dipper nods solemnly, and twists himself, so he was laying on Norman’s legs,
the hot water from the shower now cascaded onto his back, as he had shimmied
himself down, so his face was level with Norman’s dick.
“S-so… I just… suck it?”
“Or lick it… that’s what all the boys do in the magazines…”
Dipper pauses for a moment, Norman’s cock about an inch from his face.
“What do you mean?”
“In t-the magazines, the guys suck the other guys…”
Dipper absentmindedly moves his hand up and down Norman’s dick while he thinks
about what Norman has said, Grunkle Stan only had magazines with guys and girls
in them, but Norman had seen guy on guy magazines?
“I didn’t know that other guys did this to other guys, I thought this was
weird.”
“Well it’s not… what a lot of people do, but it’s not weird.” Dipper blinks and
smiles, feeling slightly more confident now, he dips his head, and opens his
mouth, pushing Norman’s thicker dick between his lips. Norman hisses. “Teeth!
Ow! Ow!” Dipper adjusts his jaw a bit, and looks up towards Norman to check,
Norman nods, and Dipper continues down the organ. He gets about halfway before
gagging and pulling back. “Don’t hurt yourself Dipper…” Norman says worried,
but Dipper shakes his head and coughs.
“I think I can do it… gimmie a second.”
Dipper readjusts and comes down on Norman at a different angle, this time
getting himself almost all the way down immediately, his throat feeling a
little tight, but otherwise comfortable. Dipper tries to fit the last half inch
or so of Norman into his mouth, but gags again and pulls back for air.
“Dipper -”
Dipper sputters and clears his throat.
“No I got it… let me try one more time.”
Dipper slowly sinks himself onto Norman’s dick, not pushing himself, and
allowing himself to naturally stop about an inch from the base of Norman’s
cock, wrapping his hand around the exposed inch and rubbing and stroking that.
Norman groans with pleasure and tilts his head back again, feeling his dick
being sucked on was the greatest thing he’d ever felt. As Dipper continued this
course of action, Norman gently placed a hand on the back of the younger boy’s
head, running his hand through the slick wet mop of hair.
Dipper experimented a little after about of minute of sucking, popping Norman’s
dick out of his mouth loudly, letting his lips catch on the now exposed head,
and then slip off with a ‘pop’ noise. Norman moaned gently, as dipper rubbed
the saliva covered member all over his own face, inhaling as he went the smell
of wet and horny Norman driving him even more wild, his hips bucking
involuntarily. Norman stifles a louder moan as Dipper trails kisses and small
licks up and down the near finished cock.
“Dipper, please… back in…”
Norman pleads, he can feel his release building and wants nothing more but to
let himself go inside Dipper’s mouth, the hot, tight, mouth that had opened up
a whole new world of sex for him just moments ago. Dipper nods solemnly and
lowers himself back down onto Norman’s length, this time managing to brush his
nose against the small fine hairs at the base of Norman’s dick, before pulling
back a little to give himself some breathing room.
Norman feels the familiar tingle of orgasm building in his spine, and
travelling it way down to his hips and toes. Norman places a firm hand on the
back of Dipper’s head, holding him more in place, Dipper flares his nostrils
trying to draw more breath.
Then like a rolling wave, crashing against a sole lighthouse, Norman cries out,
his load shooting off deep into Dipper’s throat. Dipper coughs a little, and
struggles not to fight against Norman’s hand, after a few seconds of intense
bliss, Norman releases his death grip on the tween’s head, and lets himself
relax against the cool, damp wall of the shower. Dipper slowly pulls himself
off of Norman’s rapidly softening cock and gurgles, he’d only caught a bit of
the cum on his tongue, most of it had gone straight down his throat, and the
taste was making him reconsider repeating this particular act, but after
looking up at the now after glowing Norman he realizes that he would do it
again in a heart beat. Salty aftertaste or not.
Dipper reluctantly rolls off of his now spent friend, and shimmies himself over
to the wall as well, one leg pressed into Norman’s, feeling the warmth roll off
of him and smiling, knowing that he had caused that. Dipper whined a little as
he moved, his own rock hard erection called out for attention, but Dipper was
determined to let himself fall flaccid, not asking anything of Norman, who
seemed half asleep.
Norman hazily opened his eyes as he felt Dipper pressing into him, and wrapped
an arm around Dipper’s shoulders. He glanced down and noticed wanting dick
sticking out for the world to see, and lazily reached his other hand out to
stroke it, rolling his thumb and forefinger over the head.
Dipper shuddered at the touch, Norman was much better at this than he was, and
he felt himself reach his peak very quickly, Dipper leans up and places a kiss
on Norman’s neck, and Norman responds by dipping his face and kissing the
flushed boy.
The warm lips on his push Dipper over the edge and with a small shudder and a
jerk of his young body, his orgasm pulls through him. He is left with a couple
dribbles of mostly clear fluid on Norman’s hand, who smiles, and swipes his
tongue across his cum splattered hand after breaking the kiss.
Dipper smiles and rests his head in the crook of Norman’s arm, Norman draws the
boy a little closer and they bask in their mutual afterglow, allowing the still
streaming water to lull them almost into a trance.
The trance was broken when both boys heard the door to the locker room burst
open and the sound of Norman’s father entered the room. The boys scrambled up
with one last chaste kiss and jumped under the shower facing away from each
other.
Norman’s father rounds the corner and stares grumpily into the shower room,
staring at the two skittish boys and grumbles.
“I’m done with th’paper work. Finish up in here. I haven’t got all day.”
Norman’s father exits as quickly as he entered and Norman and Dipper both start
to giggle despite themselves.
“Let’s actually get clean this time.” Dipper giggles out, Norman agrees and the
two finish rinsing off before grabbing their towels and heading into the main
part of the locker room. As they changed back into their regular clothes they
cast shy glances back at each other. They both could feel it, the summer of
1985 would be the summer their lives would change for the better.
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