It was early on a cant 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 boys about 5 or 6 long time of age. Mom was alright to look at, I guess, for a cleaning lady, but it was easy to see that having two male child in rapid taking over had taken its toll on her figure. She was fair-haired and the boy, who I overheard, were called Jack and Harry, took after her with strawberry-blonde hair's-breadth. But their Dad, or"pappa ”, as the son kept calling him, now he was something else - in more room than one !

"pop"was in his late 20's or early 30's, about 5'10"and slim, with jet black, wavy hair and a closely manicured beard, you know, the form that looks like a three-day 5 o'clock shadow. He had sullen John Brown heart and a slightly tanned spirit. He was hot ! swimming was going to be much Thomas More 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 Lapplander section they did and I whipped my things off as quickly as potential, so that I could get a good look at"dada ”. What with the Kid in tow, there was a lot of noise in the gangway and when I stepped out of my cubicle to pass for the lockers,"Daddy"was half-in and half-out of a cubicle with the doorway heart-to-heart and with his naked back to me, as he was bending down taking off his jeans. What was revealed at that moment was the most pleasant-tasting rump I have seen in a long while - actually since Alex in the Comet store some month ago ( but you've already read THAT storey, I expect - or have you ? )

Anyway, dada's beautifully rounded rear was clad in the sexiest of black nylon boxer short pants and as he stood up and folded his jeans, I was mesmerized by the taught, slim, tanned and surprisingly hairless organic structure 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 luggage compartment, with my kit-bag in my hired hand. That look lasted uncomfortably long, as I became aware that my own eyes had given the secret plan away by doing that involuntary 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 energy, eager to get in the pocket billiards, while Mom was now partially obstructing my path 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"pa"had me well-and-truly spotted !

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

He wasn't particularly muscular but he was lean and really fit. His cutis was smooth and virtually blemish-free. He also had the makings of a six-pack and his tummy showed no signs of booze or flab. His glossy black pugilist shorts added to the picture, their waist-band stretched low across his hips, flattering and outlining every millimeter. Square-cut, across his thighs, they shaped his equipment, which by the way, seemed Sir Thomas More than ample for fathering two boy ; they also"placed"his package so perfectly that it was as if his automobile trunk were invisible and I could see everything, including his all-too-obviously circumcised cock.

Unfortunately, that import was over far too quickly, as I was obliged to maltreat past him towards the lockers and then nous for the main puddle. Meanwhile, Mom,"dad"and the two boys came out a scant while later and headed for the shallow, kidskin'pool nearby. There were only a couple of early swimmers in the chief pool this morning and as I swam up and down, doing my lengths, I couldn't get my mind off those black shiny bagger bole - and the fucking gorgeous lump 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 estimation of him fathering those two son - and more specifically, what had been necessary for him to do so - made him look even more sexy to me, in a frustratingly unattainable way. It was making me horny.

Suddenly, as I swam back down the consortium, I saw him getting out of the kids'consortium and coming over to the main consortium. As he padded across the tile trading floor, he swept his jet black hair back from his cheek with his paw and his beautifully developed consistence seemed to ripple as he walked. In a consequence of panic, I lost the calendar method of birth control in my stroking, as I realized he was getting into the lane next to me. Before I reached the bar, he had set off in a front front crawl in the"fast lane ”, next to the one I was in.

The next few min were spent in a kind of aquatic gay promised land ; I was wearing goggles and every time he passed me in the next lane, I slowed and watched every in of his body underwater, as he powered along. As the water rushed past him, the bubble seemed to observe every contour of his trunk and in my head, I imagined my fingers following them, running over his skin, down his strong weapons system, over his rippling consistence and down the inside of his second joint. As he rolled from side of meat to side, I watched the bulging form of his pitch blackness short pants ; as he approached, the waist-band stretched low across his hairless abdomen, on each incline, just revealing the shadowy paths to his groin. The graceful curve of his vertebral column dipped at the waist and then rose over the firmly labialize boldness of his bum, while those proboscis were cut low enough to reveal the first intimation of his ass-crack. Then I would breathe again !

It didn't take him long to finish his dole out act of length in the fast lane and my heavenly cloud nine paused, as he climbed out of the puddle and returned to his family in the early consortium. I figured that was the end of today's"entertainment software package"and I was in want of a pee, so after a distinct suspension, I got out and went to the gents toilets. It was still really subdued ; just one charwoman swimming in the primary pool and him and his home in the nestling'pool.

While I was standing at the urinal, I heard the tell-tale sound of wet feet on the tiled story, as someone came in behind me. There were only 3 stable and I was in the in-between one, so he had to resist next to me. It was"Daddy ”. My inwardness suddenly thumped in my chest of drawers, as a chill ran down my back - what to do ?

Now, the thing is, unlike with some Guy, swimming normally makes me shrivel-up in my nether regions but today I was really horny and what with all the voyeuristic fervor earlier, I was actually sporting a low semi-erection as I stood there, frozen to the touch. But I can never pee when somebody 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 uphold my pee and failing. Out of the turning point of my eye, I saw him casually get out his trunks forward with one hand and bring out his rooster with the other. But he didn't outset peeing either ; he just stood there. I couldn't resist ; I looked down. What I saw just made me stare.

He was sporting a unruffled, circumcised, semi-erect, 8-inch piece of pith and he was gently stroking it in his hired man, the one farthest away from me, so that I had a clear scene of what he was doing. As I watched, his tool was becoming harder and straighter. In the meantime, my own rooster had burst into lifespan and I was suddenly not so ashamed, although by this clock time, my warmness was going like the clappers and I was coming over hot and cold, all at the same clock time ! Slowly, I raised my principal and looked up to his font, to discover him looking directly into my eye, those late, iniquity brown eyes that had rumbled me former, now drawing me helplessly into them, like black muddle in space. God, he was just looking !

Much to my surprisal, as we both stood there, he looked quickly over his shoulder to contain that the coast was vindicated and then gestured towards the nearest toilet cubicle. Meanwhile, I could hear the Kyd laughing and shouting playfully in the distance. To be honest, I was a bit shocked. Dare I ? psyche you, I figured we'd have to be immediate and I was hoping I had read the signals correctly and sympathize what he wanted.

True enough, once inside the cubicle, he pulled his shorts down and put his hands on my articulatio humeri, indicating that he wanted the straightaway relief of a blow-job. Me, well I couldn't believe my circumstances but I was going to revel in this - and I was going to present him that gay guys know best how to give a guy a undecomposed blow-job !

kneel in front of him, I first steadied myself by putting both my hands on the nerve of his disclose buttocks. His skin felt like velvet to the trace but his flesh was firm and muscular. Droplets of chlorinated water still trickled down the soft surface of his olive-skinned six pack before me, into the jet-black pubic hair of pubic whisker surrounding the base of his tool, which he still held proudly in one script, clearly directing me to take it in my mouth. But I was going to tease him a little first. And besides, I wanted to savour this the best I could ! Meanwhile, in the background, we could both hear the kids shouting and laughing in the pool outside.

What struck me as fascinating was the fact that his pubic hair did not broaden around his Lucille Ball, which instead hung tightly beneath his cock, gently twitching and rolling in a hairless, dark-pink, soft-skinned poke. Was it possible that"papa"actually shaved his pubic haircloth ? As I stroked and squeezed the delicate flesh of his firm, smooth buttocks, I nuzzled my face into his groin and inhaled the mixture of chlorine, musk and sweat, as my nose explored the thick nest of hairsbreadth around the base of his dick and my tongue began licking those mild, exposed Ball. As I did this, I felt him breathe in deeply and the grip of his hand on my shoulder softened slightly. He was enjoying it.

But I hadn't a good deal clock time to waste enjoying this too a great deal. He was still holding his cock in one hand, as his former hand now shifted to my head and pulled at my hair's-breadth, indicating his urgency. His swollen penis throbbed in front end of me, the dark pinkness of its capitulum in commemorate contrast to its olive-skinned shaft, now firm and severe. I took the chief between my lips and ran my tongue softly around the spiritualist glans, as I heard him first inhale deeply and then let out a mild groan of pleasure.

My mouth sank slowly lower over the shaft of his 8-inch meat, as I too inhaled his consistency olfactory property, his strong masculine pheromones filling my nostril. It had been a while since I had"deep-throated"a guy and I was frankly, a footling out of drill but I was determined to do it. His putz wasn't too long but it was quite thick and he was now getting aegir, pushing gently into my pharynx, as I sucked and slurped willingly, my glossa circling his shaft, flicking back and forth along the sensitive undersurface of his tool.

As I grasped his flaccid but muscular buttocks, I ran my fingers into the cranny of his bum and found it, just like his Ball, hairless and smooth. He shaved here too ! I spread my digit and pulled is boldness apart, teasing my longest fingerbreadth into that holiest of sweet maculation for a man, his anus. He let out a moan and, still with his tumescent shaft down my throat, I managed to look up at his human face way above me, his eyes now tightly closed and his head thrown back to the roof. As I tickled and played around his bum-hole with my finger, I saw his mouth out-of-doors and felt him let out a strangle gasp of pleasance. Thinking quickly, I brought one hand one shot to my mouth, which was now dribbling juices down my mentum by this point, and I moistened my fingers with tricky spit, then returned the helping hand to its clutching-point on the interior of his right 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 strangled squeal, as my finger disappeared inside his hole and pushed thick. I shifted slightly to one side, still cock-in-mouth, so that I could bring my other handwriting around to the social movement, to clutch and vellicate at his testicles, now soaked in a motley of my spittle and his own sweat, while the finger of my allow manus pushed ever deeper into his"inner sanctum ”.

"Oh shtup !"I heard him whisper,"Oh fuck ! Don't stop !"he urged, his two manus now clasped about my read/write head, as I now sank get down over his shaft and finally reached"home base ”, with my olfactory organ buried once again in the sooty pubic hair of his groin.

With my correct hand clutching his ball-sack, now hard and tight against his groin, my fingers extended underneath and felt his perineum throb in muscular rhythm method of birth control to the throbbing of pleasure in his tumefy tool in my sass. Meanwhile, the longest digit of my result mitt was now pushing deep inside his anus, at live locating that tell-tale harshness of his prostate secretor. Twisting my hired man around, I was able to gently rub and press it, as I felt his eubstance 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 body like a radiator and he was shaking, as he removed his hands from my head and steadied himself against the wall of the commode cell. His prick was still buried deep 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 dentition now and breathing heavily, as I applied the last gentle movement necessary to the underside of his knockout, swollen penis head in my pharynx and I felt the tell-tale throb from his perineum sinew, as the finger of my go away hand felt the first moving ridge of man-fluid erupt from his prostate on its route toward the out of doors world.

The"traveling-time"for seed usually seems instant when we are in the grip of orgasm but with my finger's breadth on his prostate, my other hand clutching his balls and feeling his perineum, and his gormandize 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 undulation 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 men and nearly weeping in exaltation, I felt his squirt of cum, firing into my pharynx, as I nearly gagged, my own heart watering and my pry running. Wave after wave of"pappa's"man-juice erupted into my throat, until I eventually had to extract back to see my breath. Swallowing every drop, I'm proud to say that none saw the lighter of day !

At last, I let go my hold of him and I watched his cheek wince, as I allowed his own body to gently crowd my finger from its mysterious home. He exhaled sharply as my finger finally emerged and he whispered,

"shtup me, that was good !"

I couldn't help smirking slightly ; I was quite proud of with myself and I was almost going to ask if he meant his remark literally ! But I didn't get the luck. Quick as a stroke, he had his shiny fateful nylon swim short pants 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 wife and shaver, still frolicking in the pool outside, completely unaware of"papa's"piddling mystery !