It was early on a Bank Holiday Mon and it was really quiet at the pool. Except that is, for a category of 4 that arrived just when I did ; Mom, Dad and two cute boys about 5 or 6 years of age. Mom was alright to appear 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 pattern. She was blue-eyed and the boys, who I overheard, were called seafarer and Harry, took after her with strawberry-blonde haircloth. But their Dad, or"daddy ”, as the son kept calling him, now he was something else - in Sir Thomas More ways than one !

"dada"was in his former 20's or early 30's, about 5'10"and slim, with jet black, wavy tomentum and a closely manicured beard, you know, the sort that looks like a three-day 5 o'clock shadow. He had disconsolate chocolate-brown center and a slightly tanned tone. He was hot ! Swimming was going to be much more than fun today.

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

In the communal changing room, I made sure I headed for the same department they did and I whipped my things off as quickly as possible, so that I could get a just face at"Daddy ”. What with the fry in tow, there was a lot of stochasticity in the aisle and when I stepped out of my carrel to head for the footlocker,"papa"was half-in and half-out of a cubicle with the threshold open and with his naked back to me, as he was bending down taking off his jeans. What was revealed at that present moment was the most toothsome rump I have seen in a long while - actually since Alex in the Comet store some months ago ( but you've already read THAT news report, I expect - or have you ? )

Anyway, daddy's beautifully round keister was clad in the sexiest of black nylon packer trunks and as he stood up and folded his jean, I was mesmerized by the taught, slim, tanned and surprisingly hairless body that stood barefoot in the aisle before me. He turned and for a instant, there was eye-contact. He looked at me standing there in my trunk, with my kit-bag in my hand. That feeling lasted uncomfortably long, as I became mindful that my own center had given the game away by doing that involuntary up-and-down scan that lingers just a little too long in the middle.

Luckily, the boys proved a helpful distraction, laughing and shouting and running about full of vitality, eager to get in the pool, while Mom was now partially obstructing my road to the lockers. So I made as if I was just hesitating out of politeness, while Mom cleared a path 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 screw all about it !

He wasn't particularly muscular but he was lean and really fit. His skin was smooth and virtually blemish-free. He also had the makings of a six pack and his stomach showed no signs of booze or flab. His shining opprobrious Boxer torso added to the video, their waist-band stretched low across his hips, flattering and outlining every millimeter. Square-cut, across his second joint, they shaped his equipment, which by the way, seemed Thomas More than ample for fathering two boys ; they also"placed"his computer software so perfectly that it was as if his trunk were invisible 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 mistreat past him towards the footlocker and then psyche for the main pool. Meanwhile, Mom,"Daddy"and the two boys came out a short patch later and headed for the shoal, kids'puddle nearby. There were only a couple of other swimmer in the main pond this morning and as I swam up and down, doing my duration, I couldn't take my psyche off those black shiny boxer shorts - and the fucking gorgeous hunk that was wearing them ! You wouldn't believe how jealous I was of his wife, not to say how disappointed I was that he was"a hetero breeder"; although the idea of him fathering those two boy - and more specifically, what had been requirement for him to do so - made him look even more aphrodisiac to me, in a frustratingly unattainable way. It was making me horny.

Suddenly, as I swam back down the pool, I saw him getting out of the kids'pool and coming over to the principal consortium. As he padded across the tiled storey, he swept his jet black pilus back from his fount with his hired man and his beautifully developed body seemed to babble as he walked. In a import of panic, I lost the regular recurrence in my stroke, as I realized he was getting into the lane next to me. Before I reached the bar, he had set off in a front creeping in the"fast lane ”, future to the one I was in.

The side by side few minutes were spent in a sort of aquatic gay heaven ; I was wearing goggles and every time he passed me in the succeeding lane, I slowed and watched every column inch of his body underwater, as he powered along. As the H2O rushed past him, the bubble seemed to follow every contour line of his body and in my mind, I imagined my fingerbreadth following them, running over his tegument, down his strong arms, over his rippling trunk and down the inside of his thighs. As he rolled from English to side, I watched the bulging figure of his contraband proboscis ; as he approached, the waist-band stretched low across his hairless venter, on each side, just revealing the shady itinerary to his groin. The elegant curved shape of his cover dipped at the waist and then rose over the firmly assail cheeks of his bum, while those shorts were cut low enough to reveal the get-go breath of his ass-crack. Then I would pass off again !

It didn't take him long to finish his allotted number of duration in the fast lane and my celestial blissfulness paused, as he climbed out of the pool and returned to his kinsperson in the other pool. I figured that was the end of today's"entertainment package"and I was in need of a pee, so after a discrete interruption, I got out and went to the blighter toilets. It was still really quieten ; just one charwoman swimming in the main puddle and him and his family in the tiddler'pool.

While I was standing at the urinal, I heard the tell-tale strait of wet feet on the tiled floor, as soul came in behind me. There were only 3 stalls and I was in the midriff one, so he had to stand next to me. It was"dad ”. My heart suddenly thumped in my chest, as a iciness ran down my back - what to do ?

Now, the affair is, unlike with some guys, swimming normally makes me shrivel-up in my nether regions but today I was really horny and what with all the voyeuristic excitement earlier, I was actually sporting a minor semi-erection as I stood there, frozen to the spot. But I can never pee when mortal stands so close ; the tap was suddenly turned off and now I was embarrassed. I stared straight ahead at the wall ( as you do ), trying desperately to continue my pee and flunk. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him casually attract his body forward with one deal and produce his prick with the other. But he didn't start peeing either ; he just stood there. I couldn't resist ; I looked down. What I saw just made me stare.

He was sporting a fluid, circumcised, semi-erect, 8-inch piece of meat and he was gently stroking it in his hand, the one utmost away from me, so that I had a clear sight of what he was doing. As I watched, his dick was becoming harder and straighter. In the meantime, my own cock had burst into life history and I was suddenly not so ashamed, although by this clip, my fondness was going like the bones and I was coming over hot and cold, all at the same time ! Slowly, I raised my head and looked up to his aspect, to discover him looking directly into my eyes, those deeply, dark brown middle that had rumbled me earlier, now drawing me helplessly into them, like black holes in place. God, he was good looking !

Much to my surprise, as we both stood there, he looked quickly over his berm to check that the glide was clear and then gestured towards the close toilette carrell. Meanwhile, I could hear the minor laughing and shouting playfully in the distance. To be true, I was a bit shocked. dare I ? mind you, I figured we'd have to be quick and I was hoping I had read the signal correctly and interpret what he wanted.

True enough, once inside the cubicle, he pulled his trunks down and put his hands on my berm, indicating that he wanted the quick backup man of a blow-job. Me, well I couldn't believe my luck but I was going to revel in this - and I was going to show him that gay guys know respectable how to yield a guy a upright blow-job !

Kneeling in front of him, I first steadied myself by putting both my bridge player on the cheeks of his exposed hindquarters. His peel felt like velvet to the sense of touch but his flesh was firm and powerful. Droplets of chlorinated water still trickled down the soft surface of his olive-skinned six-pack before me, into the jet-black shrub of pubic hair surrounding the base of his tool, which he still held proudly in one hand, clearly directing me to guide it in my mouth. But I was going to tease him a small beginning. And besides, I wanted to enjoy this the effective I could ! Meanwhile, in the background, we could both take heed the kids shouting and laughing in the pool outside.

What struck me as fascinating was the fact that his pubic tomentum did not unfold around his balls, which instead hung tightly beneath his tool, 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 easy physique of his business firm, smooth buttocks, I nuzzled my face into his groin and inhaled the variety of chlorine, musk and sudor, as my nozzle explored the thick nest of hair around the basis of his tool and my spit began licking those soft, exposed balls. As I did this, I felt him breathe in deeply and the clutch of his hand on my shoulder softened slightly. He was enjoying it.

But I hadn't much time to macerate enjoying this too lots. He was still holding his shaft in one handwriting, as his former manus now shifted to my head and pulled at my tomentum, indicating his urgency. His swollen member throbbed in battlefront of me, the dark pinkness of its head in mark direct contrast to its olive-skinned beam, now firm and hard. I took the head between my lips and ran my knife softly around the spiritualist glans, as I heard him first inhale deeply and then let out a flaccid moan of pleasure.

My rima oris sank slowly lower over the shaft of his 8-inch marrow, as I too inhaled his physical structure scents, his strong masculine pheromones filling my nostrils. It had been a while since I had"deep-throated"a guy and I was frankly, a piffling out of practice but I was determined to do it. His prick wasn't too long but it was quite blockheaded and he was now getting eager, pushing gently into my throat, as I sucked and slurped willingly, my glossa circling his dick, flicking back and Forth River along the sensitive underside of his tool.

As I grasped his lenient but hefty buttocks, I ran my finger into the fling of his bum and found it, just like his Lucille Ball, hairless and smooth. He shaved here too ! I spread my fingers and pulled is impudence apart, teasing my longest digit into that holiest of honeyed smirch 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 face way above me, his eyes now tightly closed and his drumhead thrown back to the ceiling. As I tickled and played around his bum-hole with my finger, I saw his mouth open and felt him let out a repress gasp of pleasance. Thinking quickly, I brought one hand round to my backtalk, which was now dribbling juice down my Kuki-Chin by this point, and I moistened my finger's breadth with slippery spittle, then returned the script to its clutching-point on the inside of his rightfulness cheek and gently inserted my finger's breadth into his tightly-closed hole.

This was entirely new to him ; he wasn't used to this, that's for sure ! He gave a muffle squeal, as my finger disappeared inside his hole and pushed profoundly. I shifted slightly to one side, still cock-in-mouth, so that I could play my other paw around to the front, to clutch and tickle at his testicles, now soaked in a mixture of my spittle and his own sweat, while the finger of my left hand pushed ever profoundly into his"inner sanctum ”.

"Oh shtup !"I heard him whisper,"Oh fuck ! Don't full stop !"he urged, his two hands now clasped about my head, as I now sank lower over his shot and finally reached"habitation base ”, with my nose buried once again in the jet-black Dubya of his groin.

With my right manus clutching his ball-sack, now hard and tight against his groin, my finger extended underneath and felt his perineum throbbing in muscular speech rhythm to the throbs of pleasure in his swollen prick in my backtalk. Meanwhile, the longest fingerbreadth of my left bridge player was now pushing bass inside his anus, at terminal location that tell-tale hardness of his prostate gland. Twisting my hired hand around, I was able-bodied to gently rub and press it, as I felt his soundbox 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 pleasure. He needn't have told me ; I could tell ! The heat was coming off his consistence like a radiator and he was shaking, as he removed his hands from my header and steadied himself against the walls of the toilet cubicle. His turncock was still buried trench in my pharynx as he began thrusting into me, my early hand stimulating his prostate gland in a way he had clearly never felt before. He was gritting his teeth now and breathing heavily, as I applied the last aristocratical movement necessary to the underside of his hard, swollen-headed penis headspring in my throat and I felt the tell-tale throbbing from his perineum muscles, as the finger's breadth of my left paw felt the first wafture of man-fluid erupt from his prostate gland on its path toward the outside world.

The"traveling-time"for semen usually seems instantaneous when we are in the traction of orgasm but with my finger's breadth on his prostate, my other mitt clutching his orchis and feeling his perineum, and his gorge pipe 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 kickoff waving of fluid passing his perineum into his hammer, followed by throbbing undulation after waving of man-juice, as it surged up his shaft of light. Shuddering in my hands and nearly weeping in cristal, I felt his super C of cum, firing into my throat, as I nearly gagged, my own eyes watering and my wind running. Wave after wave of"Daddy's"man-juice erupted into my pharynx, until I eventually had to draw out back to trance my breathing space. Swallowing every drop, I'm proud to say that none saw the visible radiation of day !

At last, I let go my clutches of him and I watched his face flinch, as I allowed his own body to gently push my finger from its surreptitious home. He exhaled sharply as my finger finally emerged and he whispered,

"Fuck me, that was good !"

I couldn't assistant smirking slightly ; I was quite pleased with myself and I was almost going to ask if he meant his remark literally ! But I didn't get the chance. Quick as a guess, he had his shiny black nylon swim shorts back up and over the grounds of his now subsiding humanity, as he unlocked the door and peeped-out to learn that the coast was clear. Before I knew it, he was padding off across the wet tiled floor, back to his married woman and tyke, still frolicking in the pool outside, completely unaware of"pappa's"little mystical !