It was early on a bank holiday Monday and it was really quiet at the pocket billiards. Except that is, for a kinsperson 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 boys in rapid successiveness had taken its toll on her figure. She was blue-eyed and the boy, who I overheard, were called Jack and Harry, took after her with strawberry-blonde hair. But their Dad, or"Daddy ”, as the boy kept calling him, now he was something else - in more agency than one !

"Daddy"was in his late 20's or early 30's, about 5'10"and slim, with jet Shirley Temple, wavelike hair's-breadth and a closely manicured beard, you know, the form that looks like a three-day 5 o'clock phantasma. He had dark brown heart and a slightly tanned flavour. 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 certainly I headed for the Saame section they did and I whipped my things off as quickly as potential, so that I could get a good look at"Daddy ”. What with the kids in tow, there was a lot of noise in the aisle and when I stepped out of my cubicle to psyche for the lockers,"Daddy"was half-in and half-out of a cubicle with the threshold surface and with his naked back to me, as he was bending down taking off his jeans. What was revealed at that instant was the most delicious rump I have seen in a hanker while - actually since Alex in the Comet store some month ago ( but you've already read THAT story, I expect - or birth you ? )

Anyway, Daddy's beautifully assault rear was clad in the sexiest of black nylon packer trunks 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 gangway 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 face lasted uncomfortably long, as I became cognizant that my own eyes 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 misdirection, laughing and shouting and running about full of energy, tidal bore to get in the pool, while Mom was now partially obstructing my route to the footlocker. So I made as if I was just hesitating out of niceness, 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 midway"; you want to know all about it !

He wasn't particularly muscular but he was inclination and really fit. His skin was smooth and virtually blemish-free. He also had the devising of a six-pack and his tum showed no signboard of hard liquor or flab. His shiny shameful pugilist trunks added to the picture, their waist-band stretched low across his pelvic girdle, flattering and outlining every millimeter. Square-cut, across his thigh, they shaped his equipment, which by the way, seemed to a greater extent than ample for fathering two male child ; they also"placed"his software package so perfectly that it was as if his short pants 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 lockers and then head for the master pool. Meanwhile, Mom,"pappa"and the two son came out a short while later and headed for the shallow, Thomas Kid'kitty nearby. There were only a couple of other natator in the main pool this morning and as I swam up and down, doing my distance, I couldn't take up my mind off those calamitous shiny boxer torso - and the fucking gorgeous hunk that was wearing them ! You wouldn't believe how green-eyed I was of his married woman, not to say how disappointed I was that he was"a hetero stock breeder"; although the thought of him fathering those two male child - and more specifically, what had been necessary for him to do so - made him seem even more sexy to me, in a frustratingly unattainable way. It was making me horny.

Suddenly, as I swam back down the pond, I saw him getting out of the fry'kitty and coming over to the primary pocket billiards. As he padded across the tiled story, he swept his jet black tomentum back from his boldness with his hand and his beautifully developed body seemed to ripple as he walked. In a moment of panic, I lost the rhythm in my CVA, as I realized he was getting into the lane next to me. Before I reached the bar, he had set off in a front Australian crawl in the"fast lane ”, following to the one I was in.

The next few minute were spent in a form of aquatic gay heaven ; I was wearing goggles and every fourth dimension he passed me in the succeeding lane, I slowed and watched every column inch of his dead body underwater, as he powered along. As the water rushed past him, the house of cards seemed to abide by every contour of his body and in my psyche, I imagined my fingers following them, running over his skin, down his hard weapon, over his rippling body and down the inside of his thighs. As he rolled from side to side, I watched the bulging form of his black trunks ; as he approached, the waist-band stretched low across his hairless abdomen, on each English, just revealing the vague paths to his groin. The graceful bender of his back dipped at the waist and then rose over the firmly rounded impertinence of his bum, while those torso were cut low enough to reveal the showtime hint of his ass-crack. Then I would suspire again !

It didn't take him long to finish his allotted numeral of length in the riotous lane and my heavenly bliss paused, as he climbed out of the pool and returned to his family unit in the other puddle. I figured that was the end of today's"entertainment package"and I was in need of a pee, so after a discrete suspension, I got out and went to the fella bathroom. It was still really tranquillise ; just one charwoman swimming in the principal syndicate and him and his family in the shaver'pool.

While I was standing at the urinal, I heard the tell-tale sound of wet foot on the tiled floor, as someone came in behind me. There were only 3 stalls and I was in the middle one, so he had to support next to me. It was"Daddy ”. My pump suddenly thumped in my chest, as a shivering ran down my dorsum - what to do ?

Now, the matter is, unlike with some guys, swimming normally makes me shrivel-up in my chthonian area but today I was really horny and what with all the voyeuristic fervour earlier, I was actually sporting a modest semi-erection as I stood there, frozen to the position. But I can never pee when someone 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 weakness. Out of the recess of my eye, I saw him casually pull his proboscis forward with one hand and create his hammer 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 smooth, circumcised, semi-erect, 8-inch part of meat and he was gently stroking it in his hand, the one farthest away from me, so that I had a acquit persuasion of what he was doing. As I watched, his tool was becoming harder and straighter. In the meantime, my own shaft had burst into life and I was suddenly not so ashamed, although by this fourth dimension, my substance was going like the clappers and I was coming over hot and cold-blooded, all at the Same time ! Slowly, I raised my brain and looked up to his face, to discover him looking directly into my eyes, those deep, dark brown oculus that had rumbled me earlier, now drawing me helplessly into them, like black holes in space. God, he was effective looking !

Much to my surprise, as we both stood there, he looked quickly over his shoulder to check that the slide was clear and then gestured towards the nearest stool cell. Meanwhile, I could get word the kids laughing and shouting playfully in the space. To be honest, I was a bit shocked. daring I ? Mind you, I figured we'd have to be quick and I was hoping I had read the signals correctly and empathise what he wanted.

True enough, once inside the cubicle, he pulled his proboscis down and put his hands on my shoulders, indicating that he wanted the prompt backup of a blow-job. Me, well I couldn't believe my luck but I was going to jollify in this - and I was going to exhibit him that gay guys know good how to cave in a guy a commodity blow-job !

kneel in front of him, I first steadied myself by putting both my manpower on the cheeks of his exposed fanny. His tegument felt like velvet to the touch but his flesh was firm and brawny. Droplets of chlorinated urine still trickled down the soft surface of his olive-skinned sixpack before me, into the jet-black George W. Bush of pubic hairsbreadth surrounding the base of his tool, which he still held proudly in one hand, clearly directing me to hire it in my mouth. But I was going to rag him a picayune get-go. And besides, I wanted to savor this the C. H. Best I could ! Meanwhile, in the background signal, we could both hear the tiddler shouting and laughing in the consortium outside.

What struck me as fascinating was the fact that his pubic hairsbreadth did not extend around his balls, which instead hung tightly beneath his cock, gently twitching and rolling in a hairless, dark-pink, soft-skinned sack. Was it possible that"Daddy"actually shaved his pubic tomentum ? As I stroked and squeezed the indulgent flesh of his firm, smooth buttocks, I nuzzled my facial expression into his groyne and inhaled the mixture of chlorine, musk and fret, as my nose explored the thick nest of hair around the stem of his cock and my tongue began licking those voiced, exposed balls. As I did this, I felt him breathe in deeply and the grasp of his hand on my berm softened slightly. He was enjoying it.

But I hadn't much time to waste enjoying this too lots. He was still holding his cock in one hand, as his former hand now shifted to my head and pulled at my hair, indicating his urging. His conceited member throbbed in front of me, the dark pinkness of its promontory in marked dividing line to its olive-skinned shaft, now firm and hard. I took the read/write head between my lips and ran my natural language softly around the sensitive glans, as I heard him first inhale deeply and then let out a mild groan of pleasure.

My oral cavity sank slowly depress over the putz of his 8-inch meat, as I too inhaled his soundbox scents, his strong masculine pheromones filling my nostrils. It had been a spell since I had"deep-throated"a guy and I was frankly, a footling out of practice but I was determined to do it. His cock wasn't too long but it was quite thick 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 sensible underside of his tool.

As I grasped his soft but muscular buttocks, 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 fingerbreadth and pulled is nerve apart, teasing my farseeing fingers into that holiest of sweet smear for a man, his anus. He let out a moan and, still with his tumescent tool down my pharynx, I managed to look up at his face way above me, his eyes now tightly closed and his head word thrown back to the cap. As I tickled and played around his bum-hole with my finger, I saw his sass afford and felt him let out a muffle gasp of pleasance. Thinking quickly, I brought one hired man round to my mouth, which was now dribbling juice down my chin by this dot, and I moistened my fingerbreadth with slippery spittle, then returned the hand to its clutching-point on the inside 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 stifled squeal, as my digit disappeared inside his muddle and pushed deeper. I shifted slightly to one side, still cock-in-mouth, so that I could bring my early hand around to the movement, to cling to and titillate at his testicles, now soaked in a mixture of my spittle and his own sweat, while the finger of my leave hand pushed ever deeper into his"intimate sanctum ”.

"Oh ass !"I heard him whisper,"Oh fuck ! Don't stop !"he urged, his two hands now clasped about my pass, as I now sank abject over his shaft and finally reached"abode base ”, with my nose buried once again in the jet-black chaparral of his groin.

With my right-hand helping hand clutching his ball-sack, now intemperately and sozzled against his groin, my finger extended underneath and felt his perineum throb in muscular calendar method to the throbbing of pleasure in his tumesce tool in my mouth. Meanwhile, the longest fingerbreadth of my left script was now pushing deep inside his anus, at last localization that tell-tale inclemency of his prostate gland secretory organ. Twisting my hand around, I was able-bodied to gently rub and closet it, as I felt his torso tense in my hands and he moved into the net stage 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 assure ! The warmth was coming off his physical structure like a radiator and he was shaking, as he removed his hands from my head and steadied himself against the rampart of the toilet cubicle. His cock was still buried oceanic abyss in my throat as he began thrusting into me, my former 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 patrician movement necessary to the bottom of his toilsome, swollen phallus headway in my throat and I felt the tell-tale throb from his perineum muscles, as the finger of my left hand felt the first wave of man-fluid erupt from his prostate gland on its itinerary toward the outside mankind.

The"traveling-time"for semen usually seems instantaneous when we are in the traveling bag of sexual climax but with my finger on his prostate, my other manus clutching his balls and feeling his perineum, and his pig out organ rammed into my throat, it was as if the entirely physical process went into slow-motion. The throbbing inside his anus began a split-second before I felt the get-go waving of fluid passing his perineum into his shaft, followed by throbbing wave after wave of man-juice, as it surged up his diaphysis. Shuddering in my workforce and nearly weeping in ecstasy, I felt his jet plane of cum, firing into my pharynx, as I nearly gagged, my own center watering and my nose running. Wave after wave of"Daddy's"man-juice erupted into my throat, until I eventually had to pull back to take in my breath. Swallowing every drop, I'm proud to say that none saw the Light Within of day !

At last, I let go my hold of him and I watched his expression wince, as I allowed his own dead body to gently push my digit from its secret plate. He exhaled sharply as my finger finally emerged and he whispered,

"Fuck 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 hazard. Quick as a dig, he had his shiny black nylon swim shorts back up and over the evidence of his now subsiding manhood, as he unlocked the door and peeped-out to hold that the slide was shed light on. Before I knew it, he was padding off across the wet tiled floor, back to his wife and kids, still frolicking in the puddle outside, completely incognizant of"dada's"footling secret !