It was early on a savings bank holiday Monday and it was really quiet at the pool. Except that is, for a family of 4 that arrived just when I did ; Mom, Dad and two cute male child about 5 or 6 years of age. Mom was alright to look at, I guess, for a woman, but it was easy to see that having two son in rapid succession had taken its toll on her figure. She was fair-haired and the boy, who I overheard, were called diddly-shit and Harry, took after her with strawberry-blonde fuzz. But their Dad, or"Daddy ”, as the boy kept calling him, now he was something else - in to a greater extent ways than one !

"pop"was in his belatedly 20's or early 30's, about 5'10"and slim, with jet black, crinkled hairsbreadth and a closely manicured beard, you know, the kind that looks like a three-day 5 o'clock tail. He had glowering brownness centre and a slightly tanned flavour. 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 Saami section they did and I whipped my affair off as quickly as potential, so that I could get a good looking at at"dada ”. What with the fry in tow, there was a lot of noise in the gangway and when I stepped out of my stall to caput for the cabinet,"Daddy"was half-in and half-out of a cubicle with the room access open and with his defenseless back to me, as he was bending down taking off his denim. What was revealed at that moment was the most pleasant-tasting rump I have seen in a foresightful while - actually since Alex in the Comet store some months ago ( but you've already read THAT report, I expect - or make you ? )

Anyway, papa's beautifully round down bum was clad in the sexiest of disastrous nylon boxer trunks and as he stood up and folded his dungaree, I was mesmerized by the taught, slim, tanned and surprisingly hairless torso 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 trunks, with my kit-bag in my manus. That look lasted uncomfortably long, as I became aware that my own eye had given the game away by doing that unvoluntary up-and-down CAT scan that lingers just a trivial too long in the middle.

Luckily, the boys proved a helpful misdirection, laughing and shouting and running about wide of energy, eager to get in the kitty, while Mom was now partially obstructing my route to the storage locker. 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"pop"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 lean and really fit. His peel was suave and virtually blemish-free. He also had the makings of a six-pack and his stomach showed no signs of booze or flab. His lustrous black Boxer short pants added to the video, their waist-band stretched low across his articulatio coxae, flattering and outlining every mm. Square-cut, across his thighs, they shaped his equipment, which by the way, seemed more than ample for fathering two boys ; they also"placed"his package so perfectly that it was as if his body 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 step past him towards the footlocker and then head word for the main pool. Meanwhile, Mom,"daddy"and the two boys came out a short-circuit while later and headed for the shoal, kids'pool nearby. There were only a couple of other swimmers in the main pool this sunup and as I swam up and down, doing my lengths, I couldn't take my mind off those black burnished pugilist 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 approximation of him fathering those two boys - and more specifically, what had been requisite for him to do so - made him seem even more aphrodisiacal to me, in a frustratingly unattainable way. It was making me horny.

Suddenly, as I swam back down the puddle, I saw him getting out of the youngster'pool and coming over to the master pool. As he padded across the tiled floor, he swept his jet Shirley Temple Black hair back from his cheek with his hand and his beautifully developed body seemed to guggle as he walked. In a moment of panic, I lost the round in my cerebrovascular accident, as I realized he was getting into the lane next to me. Before I reached the bar, he had set off in a forepart front crawl in the"fast lane ”, next to the one I was in.

The next few minutes were spent in a kind of aquatic gay Eden ; 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 bubble seemed to follow every contour of his organic structure and in my mind, I imagined my digit following them, running over his peel, down his warm weapon, over his rippling body and down the inside of his thighs. As he rolled from slope to side, I watched the bulging word form of his black trunks ; as he approached, the waist-band stretched low across his hairless abdomen, on each incline, just revealing the shadowy paths to his breakwater. The graceful curve of his back dipped at the waist and then rose over the firmly polish cheeks of his bum, while those trunks were cut low enough to reveal the first hint of his ass-crack. Then I would suspire again !

It didn't take him long to finish his allotted number of lengths in the fast lane and my heavenly seventh heaven paused, as he climbed out of the pool and returned to his fellowship in the other syndicate. I figured that was the end of today's"entertainment packet"and I was in pauperization of a pee, so after a discrete interruption, I got out and went to the gents sewer. It was still really quiet ; just one woman swimming in the main pool and him and his family in the tiddler'pool.

While I was standing at the urinal, I heard the tell-tale strait of wet fundament on the tiled story, as mortal came in behind me. There were only 3 stalling and I was in the center one, so he had to endure side by side to me. It was"papa ”. My nitty-gritty suddenly thumped in my chest, as a iciness ran down my back - what to do ?

Now, the thing is, unlike with some bozo, 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 modest semi-erection as I stood there, frozen to the spot. But I can never pee when mortal stands so tight ; the tap was suddenly turned off and now I was embarrassed. I stared heterosexual person ahead at the wall ( as you do ), trying desperately to retain my pee and failing. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him casually pull his bole forward with one hand and produce his tool with the early. 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 fluent, circumcised, semi-erect, 8-inch piece of meat and he was gently stroking it in his handwriting, the one farthest away from me, so that I had a crystallize purview of what he was doing. As I watched, his peter was becoming harder and straighter. In the meantime, my own cock had burst into life and I was suddenly not so ashamed, although by this time, my heart was going like the clappers and I was coming over hot and cold, all at the same sentence ! Slowly, I raised my brain and looked up to his face, to discover him looking directly into my eyes, those oceanic abyss, dingy Robert Brown eye that had rumbled me in the beginning, now drawing me helplessly into them, like pitch-black cakehole in outer space. God, he was skillful looking !

Much to my surprise, as we both stood there, he looked quickly over his shoulder to mark that the seashore was unclutter and then gestured towards the nighest toilet cubicle. Meanwhile, I could pick up the fry laughing and shouting playfully in the aloofness. To be honest, I was a bit dismayed. Dare I ? Mind you, I figured we'd have to be quick and I was hoping I had read the signals correctly and understood what he wanted.

True enough, once inside the cubicle, he pulled his automobile trunk down and put his hands on my berm, indicating that he wanted the quick relief of a blow-job. Me, well I couldn't believe my destiny but I was going to revel in this - and I was going to record him that gay guys know near how to give a guy a secure blow-job !

Kneeling in front of him, I first steadied myself by putting both my hands on the cheeks of his unwrap buttocks. His skin felt like velvet to the touching but his bod was firm and muscular. Droplets of chlorinated water still trickled down the flabby control surface of his olive-skinned six-pack before me, into the jet-black scrub of pubic hairsbreadth surrounding the base of his tool, which he still held proudly in one hand, clearly directing me to admit it in my sass. But I was going to tease him a piddling first. And besides, I wanted to revel this the best I could ! Meanwhile, in the scope, we could both listen the nipper shouting and laughing in the pool outside.

What struck me as fascinating was the fact that his pubic hair's-breadth did not widen around his balls, which instead hung tightly beneath his rooster, 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 soft physical body of his house, smooth backside, I nuzzled my face into his breakwater and inhaled the mixture of chlorine, musk and sweat, as my nose explored the thick nest of hair around the base of his instrument and my tongue began licking those lenient, exhibit balls. As I did this, I felt him inhale deeply and the bag of his hand on my shoulder softened slightly. He was enjoying it.

But I hadn't much time to waste enjoying this too much. He was still holding his cock in one hand, as his other hand now shifted to my forefront and pulled at my pilus, indicating his urgency. His swollen penis throbbed in movement of me, the dark pinkness of its head in marked contrast to its olive-skinned shaft, now firm and hard. I took the principal between my lips and ran my tongue softly around the sensitive glans, as I heard him first inhale deeply and then let out a balmy groan of pleasure.

My mouth sank slowly lower over the shaft of his 8-inch meat, as I too inhaled his body scents, his strong masculine pheromones filling my anterior naris. It had been a piece since I had"deep-throated"a guy and I was frankly, a petty out of drill but I was determined to do it. His cock wasn't too long but it was quite thick and he was now getting eager, pushing gently into my pharynx, as I sucked and slurped willingly, my tongue circling his tool, flicking back and Forth along the sensitive underside of his tool.

As I grasped his subdued but brawny fundament, I ran my fingers into the crack of his bum and found it, just like his balls, hairless and smooth. He shaved here too ! I spread my fingers and pulled is brass apart, teasing my foresightful digit into that holiest of sweet post for a man, his anus. He let out a moan and, still with his tumescent tool down my pharynx, I managed to reckon up at his side way above me, his eyes now tightly closed and his forefront thrown back to the ceiling. As I tickled and played around his bum-hole with my fingerbreadth, I saw his mouth afford and felt him let out a stifled gasp of pleasure. Thinking quickly, I brought one hand round to my mouth, which was now dribbling succus down my chin by this point, and I moistened my fingers with tricky spit, then returned the manus to its clutching-point on the inside of his right buttock 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 stifled squeal, as my finger's breadth disappeared inside his pickle and pushed deeper. I shifted slightly to one incline, still cock-in-mouth, so that I could bring my other hand around to the front, to clutch and thrill at his ballock, now soaked in a concoction of my spit and his own sweat, while the finger of my left manus pushed ever deeper into his"inner holy place ”.

"Oh fuck !"I heard him whisper,"Oh screwing ! Don't plosive consonant !"he urged, his two hands now clasped about my mind, as I now sank lower over his shaft and finally reached"home base ”, with my scent buried once again in the pitchy George Bush of his groin.

With my right paw clutching his ball-sack, now hard and tight against his groin, my fingerbreadth extended underneath and felt his perineum throbbing in muscular rhythm to the throbs of pleasure in his swollen puppet in my oral cavity. Meanwhile, the farsighted finger of my provide script was now pushing deep inside his anus, at last locating that tell-tale hardness of his prostate gland. Twisting my handwriting around, I was able to gently rub and pressure it, as I felt his body tense in my hands and he moved into the final phase 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 trunk like a radiator and he was shaking, as he removed his paw from my head and steadied himself against the walls of the toilet stall. 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 last gentle movement essential to the underside of his hard, swollen phallus nous in my throat and I felt the tell-tale throbbing from his perineum brawn, as the digit of my go forth script felt the commencement moving ridge of man-fluid erupt from his prostate gland on its path toward the outside world.

The"traveling-time"for come usually seems instantaneous when we are in the handgrip of orgasm but with my finger on his prostate, my early hand clutching his balls 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 maiden wave of fluid passing his perineum into his dick, followed by throbbing wave after wave of man-juice, as it surged up his shaft. Shuddering in my hands and nearly weeping in hug drug, I felt his reverse lightning of cum, firing into my throat, as I nearly gagged, my own middle watering and my intrude running. Wave after wave of"pappa's"man-juice erupted into my pharynx, until I eventually had to attract back to catch my intimation. Swallowing every drop, I'm proud to say that none saw the lighting of day !

At lowest, I let go my grasp of him and I watched his face flinch, as I allowed his own body to gently labour my digit from its mystical dwelling house. He exhaled sharply as my finger finally emerged and he whispered,

"Fuck me, that was good !"

I couldn't helper 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 fortune. Quick as a shot, he had his glossy calamitous nylon swim shorts back up and over the evidence of his now subsiding humanness, as he unlocked the door and peeped-out to check that the coast was top. Before I knew it, he was padding off across the wet tiled floor, back to his wife and kids, still frolicking in the syndicate outside, completely unaware of"Daddy's"little secret !