It was early on a coin bank vacation Monday and it was really repose at the pool. Except that is, for a family of 4 that arrived just when I did ; Mom, Dad and two cute boy about 5 or 6 geezerhood of age. Mom was alright to look at, I guess, for a woman, but it was gentle to see that having two boys in rapid successiveness had taken its toll on her fig. She was white-haired and the male child, who I overheard, were called Jack and Harry, took after her with strawberry-blonde hair. But their Dad, or “ Daddy ”, as the male child kept calling him, now he was something else & ndash ; in more ways than one !

“ pappa ” was in his late 20’s or early 30’s, about 5’10 ” and slim, with jet dim, crinkled pilus and a closely manicured beard, you know, the kind that looks like a three-day 5 o’clock shadow. He had colored embrown eyes and a slightly tanned look. He was hot ! Swimming was going to be much more fun today.

“ just job I’ve got my goggles ! ” I thought to myself.

In the communal changing room, I made sure I headed for the Same section they did and I whipped my things off as quickly as potential, so that I could get a good spirit at “ papa ”. What with the kids in tow, there was a lot of noise in the gangway and when I stepped out of my cubicle to head for the locker, “ dada ” was half-in and half-out of a cubicle with the doorway open and with his raw back to me, as he was bending down taking off his jean. What was revealed at that moment was the most delightful fundament I have seen in a long while & ndash ; actually since Alex in the Comet store some months ago ( but you’ve already register THAT story, I expect & ndash ; or have you ? )

Anyway, dad’s beautifully rounded rear was clad in the sexiest of black nylon boxer trunks and as he stood up and folded his denim, 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 moment, there was eye-contact. He looked at me standing there in my trunks, with my kit-bag in my handwriting. That look lasted uncomfortably long, as I became aware that my own eyes had given the game away by doing that unvoluntary up-and-down scan that lingers just a trivial too long in the middle.

Luckily, the boys proved a helpful distraction, laughing and shouting and running about wide-cut of get-up-and-go, aegir to get in the consortium, 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 itinerary for me & ndash ; but even so, I still knew that “ Daddy ” had me well-and-truly spotted !

Yes, I know & ndash ; the bit “ in the middle ” ; you want to be intimate all about it !

He wasn’t particularly sinewy 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 mansion of hard drink or flab. His shiny sinister boxer trunks added to the exposure, 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 more than ample for fathering two boys ; they also “ placed ” his software so perfectly that it was as if his trunks were unseeable 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 lockers and then head for the main pool. Meanwhile, Mom, “ Daddy ” and the two boys came out a forgetful while later and headed for the shallow, nestling’pond nearby. There were only a couple of other bather in the main pool this sunup and as I swam up and down, doing my lengths, I couldn’t take my judgement off those black bright boxer luggage compartment & ndash ; and the fucking gorgeous hunk that was wearing them ! You wouldn’t consider how green-eyed I was of his wife, not to say how defeated I was that he was “ a hetero breeder ” ; although the thought of him fathering those two boys & ndash ; and more specifically, what had been requisite for him to do so & ndash ; 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 pool, I saw him getting out of the tiddler’pool and coming over to the main kitty. As he padded across the tile floor, he swept his jet black tomentum back from his face with his hand and his beautifully developed body seemed to ripple as he walked. In a moment of scare, I lost the calendar method in my chance event, as I realized he was getting into the lane next to me. Before I reached the bar, he had set off in a front crawl in the “ fast lane ”, next to the one I was in.

The next few second 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 pee rushed past him, the bubble seemed to follow every contour of his organic structure and in my mind, I imagined my fingers following them, running over his skin, down his strong arm, over his rippling consistence and down the interior of his thighs. As he rolled from side to side, I watched the bulging form of his lightlessness tree trunk ; as he approached, the waist-band stretched low across his hairless abdomen, on each face, just revealing the vague way of life to his groin. The elegant curve of his back dipped at the waist and then rose over the firmly rounded cheeks of his bum, while those proboscis were cut low enough to reveal the first hint of his ass-crack. Then I would rest again !

It didn’t take him long to finish his deal number of length in the fast lane and my heavenly bliss paused, as he climbed out of the pool and returned to his kin in the former puddle. I figured that was the end of today’s “ entertainment package ” and I was in need of a pee, so after a discrete pause, I got out and went to the gents throne. It was still really placid ; just one fair sex swimming in the main pool and him and his family in the kids’pool.

While I was standing at the urinal, I heard the tell-tale auditory sensation of wet feet on the tiled floor, as person came in behind me. There were only 3 stalls and I was in the midsection one, so he had to endure future to me. It was “ Daddy ”. My heart suddenly thumped in my chest, as a chill ran down my back & ndash ; what to do ?

Now, the affair is, unlike with some guy cable, swimming normally makes me shrivel-up in my under regions but today I was really randy and what with all the voyeuristical turmoil earlier, I was actually sporting a pocket-sized semi-erection as I stood there, frozen to the spot. But I can never pee when someone stands so conclude ; the tap was suddenly turned off and now I was embarrassed. I stared straight ahead at the wall ( as you do ), trying desperately to keep on my pee and failing. Out of the turning point of my eye, I saw him casually pull his trunks forward with one hand and grow his cock 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 opus of meat and he was gently stroking it in his bridge player, the one farthest away from me, so that I had a clear view of what he was doing. As I watched, his tool was becoming harder and straighter. In the meantime, my own prick had burst into living and I was suddenly not so ashamed, although by this fourth dimension, my centre was going like the clappers and I was coming over hot and cold-blooded, all at the same time ! Slowly, I raised my nous and looked up to his face, to get a line him looking directly into my eyes, those deep, dark chocolate-brown eyes that had rumbled me in the beginning, now drawing me helplessly into them, like fateful holes in space. God, he was good looking !

Much to my surprise, as we both stood there, he looked quickly over his shoulder to correspond that the glide was crystallize and then gestured towards the nighest stool cubicle. Meanwhile, I could hear the kid laughing and shouting playfully in the space. To be reliable, I was a bit take aback. Dare I ? creative thinker you, I figured we’d have to be quick and I was hoping I had read the signals correctly and read what he wanted.

True enough, once inside the cell, he pulled his trunks down and put his hand on my shoulders, indicating that he wanted the quick fill-in of a blow-job. Me, well I couldn’t believe my fate but I was going to revel in this & ndash ; and I was going to express him that gay guys know best how to ease up a guy a good blow-job !

Kneeling in movement of him, I first steadied myself by putting both my work force on the cheeks of his exposed rear. His hide felt like velvet to the touch but his flesh was stiff and muscular. Droplets of chlorinated water still trickled down the soft surface of his olive-skinned six-pack before me, into the jet-black Bush of pubic hair surrounding the stem of his creature, which he still held proudly in one hand, clearly directing me to remove it in my mouth. But I was going to tease him a little first. And besides, I wanted to bask this the best I could ! Meanwhile, in the background, we could both see the youngster shouting and laughing in the pool 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 pecker, gently twitching and rolling in a hairless, dark-pink, soft-skinned sack. Was it possible that “ pop ” actually shaved his pubic hair ? As I stroked and squeezed the flabby figure of his firm, smooth buttocks, I nuzzled my aspect into his groin and inhaled the assortment of chlorine, musk and elbow grease, as my nose explored the thick nest of hair around the stem of his putz and my clapper began licking those easy, exposed balls. As I did this, I felt him inspire deeply and the grip of his hired man on my berm softened slightly. He was enjoying it.

But I hadn’t often time to waste enjoying this too much. He was still holding his cock in one hand, as his early mitt now shifted to my head and pulled at my pilus, indicating his urgency. His well up penis throbbed in front of me, the dark pinkness of its head in marked dividing line to its olive-skinned prick, now firm and hard. I took the psyche between my lips and ran my tongue softly around the sensitive glans, as I heard him first inhale deeply and then let out a soft groan of pleasure.

My mouth sank slowly scummy over the prick of his 8-inch meat, as I too inhaled his body scents, his solid masculine pheromones filling my nostril. It had been a while since I had “ deep-throated ” a guy and I was frankly, a little out of practice but I was determined to do it. His prick wasn’t too long but it was quite thick and he was now getting eager, pushing gently into my throat, as I sucked and slurped willingly, my spit circling his gibe, flicking back and Forth River along the medium bottom of his tool.

As I grasped his balmy but muscular tail, I ran my finger into the cracking 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 longsighted fingers into that holiest of dessert spots for a man, his anus. He let out a moan and, still with his tumescent tool down my throat, I managed to bet up at his face way above me, his eyes now tightly closed and his question thrown back to the ceiling. As I tickled and played around his bum-hole with my finger, I saw his mouth clear and felt him let out a strangled pant of pleasure. Thinking quickly, I brought one helping hand round to my back talk, which was now dribbling juices down my chin by this power point, and I moistened my finger with slippery spittle, then returned the hand to its clutching-point on the interior of his right-hand 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 dampen squeal, as my finger disappeared inside his muddle and pushed deeper. I shifted slightly to one side, still cock-in-mouth, so that I could bring my other hand around to the nominal head, to clutch and titillate at his testicles, now soaked in a admixture of my spittle and his own sweat, while the finger of my left manus pushed ever deeper into his “ inner sanctum ”.

“ Oh fucking ! ” I heard him whisper, “ Oh fucking ! Don’t stop ! ” he urged, his two hands now clasped about my headspring, as I now sank lower over his prick and finally reached “ rest home base ”, with my nose buried once again in the jet-black bush of his groin.

With my right hired hand clutching his ball-sack, now tough and mean against his groin, my fingers extended underneath and felt his perineum throbbing in powerful rhythm to the pounding of pleasure in his swell tool in my mouth. Meanwhile, the recollective finger of my left hand was now pushing deep inside his anus, at in conclusion placement that tell-tale ruggedness of his prostate secretory organ. Twisting my hand around, I was able to gently rub and closet it, as I felt his organic structure tense in my hired man and he moved into the concluding 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 distinguish ! The heat energy was coming off his eubstance like a radiator and he was shaking, as he removed his hands from my head and steadied himself against the paries of the lav cubicle. His peter was still buried deep in my throat as he began thrusting into me, my early hired man 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 necessary to the underside of his arduous, swollen penis foreland in my throat and I felt the tell-tale throbbing from his perineum muscularity, as the finger of my allow hand felt the starting time wave of man-fluid erupt from his prostate on its way of life toward the outside world.

The “ traveling-time ” for come usually seems instantaneous when we are in the adhesive friction of orgasm but with my finger on his prostate gland, my other hand clutching his musket ball and feeling his perineum, and his engorged Hammond 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 moving ridge of man-juice, as it surged up his prick. Shuddering in my hands and nearly weeping in XTC, I felt his jets of cum, firing into my pharynx, as I nearly gagged, my own eye watering and my intrude running play. Wave after wave of “ pop’s ” man-juice erupted into my throat, until I eventually had to pull back to catch my breath. Swallowing every drop, I’m proud to say that none saw the light of day !

At last, I let go my handle of him and I watched his typeface flinch, as I allowed his own body to gently campaign my finger from its private plate. He exhaled sharply as my finger finally emerged and he whispered,

“ Fuck me, that was good ! ”

I couldn’t assist 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 guesswork, he had his shiny black nylon swim short pants back up and over the evidence of his now subsiding humanity, as he unlocked the door and peeped-out to ascertain that the coast was clear. Before I knew it, he was padding off across the wet tiled flooring, back to his married woman and minor, still frolicking in the pool outside, completely unaware of “ pop’s ” little mystery !