It was early on a bank Holiday Mon and it was really silence at the pool. Except that is, for a family of 4 that arrived just when I did ; Mom, Dad and two cute boys about 5 or 6 eld of age. Mom was alright to look at, I guess, for a woman, but it was easy to see that having two male child in rapid succession had taken its toll on her chassis. She was blue-eyed and the son, who I overheard, were called diddly-squat and Harry, took after her with strawberry-blonde hair. But their Dad, or"dad ”, as the boys kept calling him, now he was something else - in more ways than one !

"Daddy"was in his late 20's or ahead of time 30's, about 5'10"and slim, with jet Shirley Temple Black, rippled fuzz and a closely manicured beard, you know, the form that looks like a three-day 5 o'clock tail. He had obscure Robert Brown eyes and a slightly tanned look. He was hot ! Swimming was going to be much to a greater extent fun today.

"Good job I've got my goggles !"I thought to myself.

In the communal changing room, I made sure I headed for the same part they did and I whipped my things off as quickly as possible, so that I could get a good look at"dada ”. What with the kids in tow, there was a lot of noise in the aisle and when I stepped out of my carrel to head teacher for the storage locker,"pappa"was half-in and half-out of a cubicle with the doorway spread out and with his naked back to me, as he was bending down taking off his jean. What was revealed at that moment was the most delicious rump I have seen in a long while - actually since Alex in the Comet store some month ago ( but you've already read THAT chronicle, I expect - or stimulate you ? )

Anyway, Daddy's beautifully rounded tooshie was clad in the sexiest of contraband nylon boxer short pants and as he stood up and folded his jeans, I was mesmerized by the taught, slim, tanned and surprisingly hairless consistence that stood barefoot in the aisle before me. He turned and for a moment, there was eye-contact. He looked at me standing there in my trunks, with my kit-bag in my hand. That look lasted uncomfortably long, as I became aware that my own middle had given the game away by doing that unvoluntary up-and-down scan that lingers just a little too long in the middle.

Luckily, the male child proved a helpful distraction, laughing and shouting and running about full of get-up-and-go, tidal bore to get in the pool, while Mom was now partially obstructing my route to the lockers. So I made as if I was just hesitating out of politeness, while Mom cleared a track for me - but even so, I still knew that"Daddy"had me well-and-truly spotted !

Yes, I know - the bit"in the middle"; you want to know all about it !

He wasn't particularly muscular but he was list and really fit. His skin was polish and virtually blemish-free. He also had the qualification of a sixpack and his breadbasket showed no signs of strong drink or flab. His shiny melanise packer trunks added to the impression, their waist-band stretched low across his hip, flattering and outlining every millimeter. Square-cut, across his thighs, they shaped his equipment, which by the way, seemed more than than ample for fathering two boys ; they also"placed"his package so perfectly that it was as if his trunks were inconspicuous and I could see everything, including his all-too-obviously circumcised cock.

Unfortunately, that moment was over far too quickly, as I was obliged to abuse preceding him towards the footlocker and then principal for the main consortium. Meanwhile, Mom,"Daddy"and the two boys came out a dead while later and headed for the shallow, tyke'pool nearby. There were only a couple of other swimmers in the main kitty this dayspring and as I swam up and down, doing my length, I couldn't take my mind off those black shiny boxer trunks - and the fucking gorgeous hunk that was wearing them ! You wouldn't believe how jealous I was of his wife, not to say how discomfited I was that he was"a hetero breeder"; although the idea of him fathering those two son - and more specifically, what had been necessary for him to do so - made him seem even more sexy to me, in a frustratingly unrealizable way. It was making me horny.

Suddenly, as I swam back down the pond, I saw him getting out of the kids'kitty and coming over to the master pool. As he padded across the tiled story, he swept his jet black hair back from his face with his hand and his beautifully developed body seemed to ripple as he walked. In a moment of panic, I lost the rhythm method in my slash, as I realized he was getting into the lane next to me. Before I reached the bar, he had set off in a front end front crawl in the"fast lane ”, next to the one I was in.

The adjacent few hour were spent in a kind of aquatic gay heaven ; I was wearing goggles and every time he passed me in the next lane, I slowed and watched every inch of his body underwater, as he powered along. As the water rushed past him, the bubbles seemed to follow every contour of his body and in my mind, I imagined my fingers following them, running over his cutis, down his strong arms, over his rippling body and down the inside of his thighs. As he rolled from side to side, I watched the bulging bod of his blackened trunk ; as he approached, the waist-band stretched low across his hairless stomach, on each side of meat, just revealing the shadowy paths to his seawall. The refined curve of his back dipped at the waist and then rose over the firmly assail cheeks of his bum, while those trunk were cut low enough to uncover the showtime intimation of his ass-crack. Then I would take a breather again !

It didn't take him long to end up his distribute number of distance in the fast lane and my heavenly bliss paused, as he climbed out of the pool and returned to his family in the former pocket billiards. I figured that was the end of today's"entertainment package"and I was in need of a pee, so after a discrete break, I got out and went to the gents crapper. It was still really quiet ; just one fair sex swimming in the main consortium and him and his family in the small fry'pool.

While I was standing at the urinal, I heard the tell-tale audio of wet feet on the tiled floor, as person came in behind me. There were only 3 stalls and I was in the midriff one, so he had to stand following to me. It was"pa ”. My tenderness suddenly thumped in my dresser, as a chill ran down my back - what to do ?

Now, the thing is, unlike with some cat, swimming normally makes me shrivel-up in my chthonian area but today I was really horny and what with all the voyeuristical upheaval earlier, I was actually sporting a modest semi-erection as I stood there, frozen to the topographic point. But I can never pee when someone stands so close ; the tap was suddenly turned off and now I was embarrassed. I stared heterosexual person ahead at the bulwark ( as you do ), trying desperately to continue my pee and failing. Out of the recession of my eye, I saw him casually attract his proboscis forward with one hand and get his turncock with the other. But he didn't startle peeing either ; he just stood there. I couldn't resist ; I looked down. What I saw just made me stare.

He was sporting a smooth, circumcised, semi-erect, 8-inch part of pith and he was gently stroking it in his hand, the one farthest away from me, so that I had a discharge view of what he was doing. As I watched, his creature was becoming harder and straighter. In the lag, my own rooster had burst into life and I was suddenly not so ashamed, although by this meter, my warmheartedness was going like the clappers and I was coming over hot and frigidity, all at the same prison term ! Slowly, I raised my head and looked up to his face, to let on him looking directly into my eyes, those late, dismal embrown eyes that had rumbled me earlier, now drawing me helplessly into them, like black pickle in infinite. God, he was soundly looking !

Much to my surprisal, as we both stood there, he looked quickly over his shoulder to check over that the sea-coast was acquit and then gestured towards the close toilet stall. Meanwhile, I could hear the kids laughing and shouting playfully in the distance. To be honest, I was a bit outrage. dare I ? Mind you, I figured we'd have to be ready and I was hoping I had read the signals correctly and understand what he wanted.

True enough, once inside the carrel, he pulled his trunks down and put his hands on my shoulder, indicating that he wanted the quick relief of a blow-job. Me, well I couldn't believe my lot but I was going to make happy in this - and I was going to show him that gay guy know best how to give a guy a good blow-job !

kneel in battlefront of him, I first steadied myself by putting both my paw on the cheeks of his give away backside. His skin felt like velvet to the touch but his flesh was business firm and hefty. Droplets of chlorinated water still trickled down the flaccid surface of his olive-skinned six-pack before me, into the jet-black bush of pubic hair surrounding the base of his shaft, which he still held proudly in one mitt, clearly directing me to take away it in my sassing. But I was going to tease him a little maiden. And besides, I wanted to savor this the best I could ! Meanwhile, in the background, we could both discover the nestling shouting and laughing in the kitty outside.

What struck me as fascinating was the fact that his pubic hair did not extend around his balls, which instead hung tightly beneath his stopcock, gently twitching and rolling in a hairless, dark-pink, soft-skinned sack. Was it possible that"Daddy"actually shaved his pubic hair ? As I stroked and squeezed the delicate material body of his business firm, smooth buttocks, I nuzzled my side into his groin and inhaled the mixed bag of chlorine, musk and sweat, as my olfactory organ explored the heavyset nest of hair around the root word of his tool and my glossa began licking those cushy, reveal balls. As I did this, I felt him inspire deeply and the grip of his paw on my shoulder softened slightly. He was enjoying it.

But I hadn't very much time to waste enjoying this too practically. He was still holding his rooster in one mitt, as his other manus now shifted to my head and pulled at my hair, indicating his urgency. His swollen phallus throbbed in front of me, the dark pinkness of its point in strike off direct contrast to its olive-skinned quill, now firm and hard. I took the headway between my backtalk and ran my clapper softly around the sensitive glans, as I heard him first inhale deeply and then let out a soft moan of pleasure.

My mouth sank slowly lour over the shaft of his 8-inch kernel, as I too inhaled his body scents, his strong masculine pheromones filling my nostril. It had been a spell since I had"deep-throated"a guy and I was frankly, a little out of practice but I was determined to do it. His dick wasn't too long but it was quite loggerheaded and he was now getting tidal bore, pushing gently into my throat, as I sucked and slurped willingly, my tongue circling his shaft, flicking back and forth along the sensitive underside of his tool.

As I grasped his sonant but muscular rear, I ran my fingerbreadth into the sally of his bum and found it, just like his balls, hairless and smooth. He shaved here too ! I spread my fingers and pulled is cheeks apart, teasing my tenacious digit into that holiest of sweet spots for a man, his anus. He let out a moan and, still with his tumescent tool down my throat, I managed to look up at his human face way above me, his eye now tightly closed and his head thrown back to the cap. As I tickled and played around his bum-hole with my finger, I saw his oral fissure unfold and felt him let out a smother gasp of pleasure. Thinking quickly, I brought one hand beat to my mouth, which was now dribbling juices down my Kuki-Chin by this point, and I moistened my finger with slippery saliva, then returned the script to its clutching-point on the inside of his aright buttock and gently inserted my finger into his tightly-closed hole.

This was entirely new to him ; he wasn't used to this, that's for sure ! He gave a stifle squeal, as my finger disappeared inside his hole and pushed deeper. I shifted slightly to one face, still cock-in-mouth, so that I could bring my other mitt around to the front, to get hold of and thrill at his testicles, now soaked in a mixture of my spittle and his own stew, while the digit of my left hand hand pushed ever mysterious into his"inside sanctum ”.

"Oh fuck !"I heard him whisper,"Oh ass ! Don't period !"he urged, his two hands now clasped about my head, as I now sank low-toned over his prick and finally reached"home base ”, with my nose buried once again in the jet-black bush of his groin.

With my rightfulness hand clutching his ball-sack, now hard and loaded against his jetty, my fingers extended underneath and felt his perineum throbbing in hefty round to the pounding of pleasure in his well up tool in my oral fissure. Meanwhile, the longest finger of my left hand was now pushing rich inside his anus, at utmost locating that tell-tale rigour of his prostate gland. Twisting my helping hand around, I was capable to gently rub and press it, as I felt his body tense in my hands and he moved into the concluding form of his ecstasy.
"Oh God !"he whispered again, hoarsely,"I'm gon na cum !"he almost weeped in delight. He needn't have told me ; I could tell ! The oestrus was coming off his body like a radiator and he was shaking, as he removed his script from my head and steadied himself against the bulwark of the bathroom cubicle. His cock was still buried deep in my throat as he began thrusting into me, my other hand stimulating his prostate in a way he had clearly never felt before. He was gritting his teeth now and breathing heavily, as I applied the concluding gentle bowel movement necessary to the underside of his punishing, egotistical penis fountainhead in my pharynx and I felt the tell-tale throb from his perineum muscles, as the finger of my entrust hand felt the first moving ridge of man-fluid erupt from his prostate on its way of life toward the outside world.

The"traveling-time"for cum usually seems instantaneous when we are in the grip of orgasm but with my finger on his prostate, my other handwriting clutching his Lucille Ball and feeling his perineum, and his engorged organ rammed into my throat, it was as if the whole process went into slow-motion. The throbbing inside his anus began a split-second before I felt the first wave of fluid passing his perineum into his cock, followed by throbbing wave after wave of man-juice, as it surged up his shaft. Shuddering in my bridge player and nearly weeping in raptus, I felt his jets of cum, firing into my throat, as I nearly gagged, my own heart watering and my nose running. Wave after wave of"Daddy's"man-juice erupted into my throat, until I eventually had to tear back to enchant my hint. Swallowing every free fall, I'm proud to say that none saw the luminousness of day !

At final stage, I let go my appreciation of him and I watched his boldness wince, as I allowed his own body to gently push my finger from its enigma habitation. He exhaled sharply as my fingerbreadth finally emerged and he whispered,

"nookie me, that was good !"

I couldn't help smirking slightly ; I was quite please with myself and I was almost going to ask if he meant his comment literally ! But I didn't get the chance. Quick as a stab, he had his shiny black nylon swim shortstop back up and over the evidence of his now subsiding manhood, as he unlocked the door and peeped-out to check that the slide was clear. Before I knew it, he was padding off across the wet tiled floor, back to his married woman and kid, still frolicking in the pool outside, completely unaware of"dada's"piffling secret !