Date: Wed, 25 Apr 2012 11:23:37 +0100 (BST)
From: penny cox <pennycox694@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: The Man at the Pool

I loved swimming as a young boy, and often went at 8.00 in the morning, on
the way to school, arriving slightly damp, with underpants that would slip
up between the the cheeks of my bottom. I liked that feeling. I had noticed
that some days there were one or two retired men in the water, and they
seemed to like glancing over at me. The attention was nice, but I had less
than 30 minutes to enjoy it. One man in particular, really did like to look
over, and as I liked it, I dropped the other days and went only when he
did. Eventually he said hello, his name was Bill.

Bill wore swimming goggles, and when I asked why, he offered to lend me
them. Wow, when I put my head in the water, everything was as clear as out
of the water. I swam up and down, noticing young mums' breasts boucing
around in their bikini tops, and bikini pants disappearing up between
bottom cheeks, like mine. Best of all, I could see all the bulges in mens
trunks. As I swam passed Bill, I looked down and saw a nice bulge in his
tight little trunks. As I gave the goggles back, I pulled my trunks high
up, and felt them disappear up between my cheeks. He follwed me down the
pool, and it was wonderful, knowing what he was looking at through those
goggles, so close behind me. I explained that I had to get to school, and
got out. Moments later, naked in my little changing cubicle, Bill walked
by, carrying his basket of clothes. "Hello Peter" he said "I'll take this
one opposite. There's hardly anyone in the changing rooms today"

I didn't feel nervous or worried about being naked in front of Bill. He
repeatedly glanced over as I dried myself, but I didn't mind. It felt oddly
comforting to have this stranger looking at me, and I made no attempt to
cover myself up. As I reached for my schoolboy-fronts, Bill had his back to
me, while he pulled down those tight trunks. I pulled my pants up as high
as I could so that they would disappear at the back, and they did, I could
feel them. My eyes were on Bills bottom, lilly white, chubby but completely
hairless. As he started to turn round, I couldn't take my eyes away from
that area, and as he turned, I could see a chubbly belly and underneath
that, Wow, a hairless cock, much like a schoolboys, only bigger. He was
lilly-white all over, and no hairs at all, but the cock looked lovely. I
wanked some of my classmates off in the school toilets, but Bill looked so
much nicer. I turned my back to show him where my underpants had gone, and
stated to dress.

"Oh Peter, you look very nice" he whispered quietly, "Would you like a ride
to school"? Mum had always told me not to get into a car with strangers,
but Bill wasn't really a stranger, so I replied "OK, I'll wait for you in
the car park" "No no Peter" he whispered again "You can sit there and wait,
I don't mind you watching me, if you don't"? I shook my head, finished
dressing and sat down to watch. He was drying his cock with long strokes of
the towel, almost wanking himself off in front of me., then he turned his
back and dabbed the towel between his cheeks, leant forward, and then did
it again, and again. All too soon he was dressed and we were walking out to
the car park. He pointed out his car and I walked to the passenger door. It
unlocked and I quickly got in, frightened of anyone seeing me. I put my bag
on the floor between my legs, and looked over. Bill was smiling. "Nothing
to worry about Peter" he said "People probably think I'm your Uncle or
something". He rubbed my leg, started the car and we were off. "You can
touch me as well, if you like" he said, lifting my right hand and placing
it on his left thigh. "There, that's ok, isn't it" he said holding my hand
there. I just nodded in silence, but left my hand there when he removed
his.

"That's lovely Peter, you can touch me anytime you like, in the water, in
the changing room, or here in the car, ok"? I looked over at him and
smiled. "Now which school do you go to"? I told him the name. "Oh, the
all-boys one. I bet there's some fun going on there. Lets hope you're
getting your fair share eh Peter"? I felt very embarressed, but kept my
hand on his leg. "I still feel a bit damp, do you Peter"? I nodded. As we
stopped at some traffic lights, he undid his trousers and belt, pulled them
open and said "Have a feel of my underpants Peter, do they feel damp to
you"? Very nervously I moved my hand off his leg and slipped my fingertips
down under the waisband of his briefs, and rubbed the material between my
fingers, although my eyes were on the bulge just below. I was so close to
touching a mans'cock for the first time. "They are a little damp" I blurted
out. "Shame you're going to school, otherwise you could hang them on my
line for me Peter" I just nodded. As we got within a few hundred yards of
my school, I whispered "Better drop me here, so no-one will see" "Ok Peter"
he said, slowing down and stopping by the kerb. I looked down at his pants,
with my fingertips still tucked down inside the waistband. Bill looked down
at the same time, and placed his hand over mine, gently pushing it down
inside his pants. I don't know why, but I just let him do it. In seconds my
fingertips were touching his cock, but he kept on pushing, seconds later I
had them wrapped around it. It was so smooth and hairless, just like my
school friends, in the toilets. I instinctively started to wank him, and
looked down at the movements I was making at the front of his pants.

"Oh Peter that feels so good. I want you to keep doing it to me" he
sighed. "I can't" I said, slipping my hand out of his pants. I quickly got
out of his car, grabbed my bag, and headed off down the road. Bill drove
passed me as I got to the gates and tooted his hooter at me. "Who's that"
one of my friends said. "Oh that's just my Uncle" I replied and walked
on. "Did he go swimming with you Peter" came another question. I nodded and
tried to walk off. "Did he touch you"? came another question, followed by
"Did you touch him Peter, did you touch his cock"? "Of course not" I said
loudly and walked off. All day I kept on thinking of Bill and his
underpants. If only we'd had more time, I kept thinking. If only I hadn't
got to come to school.

That night in bed, I wanked myself off, thinking of how lucky I'd been. I
had really touched a mans cock, and I was only 12.

I couldn't wait for the next swimming day, and got there early. Bill wasn't
there, but moments later he came out of the changing room, and got into the
water. "Hello Peter, you're here early, it's not even 8.00 yet". I pulled
my trunks up high and swam off. Bill followed me, with his goggles. At the
deep end, Bill whispered "You look good again Peter. Have you missed me"? I
nodded. "Did you like what we did the other day"? Again I just nodded. Bill
slipped his arm around me underwater, and I felt his hand cupping it'self
over my bottom cheek. "Shame we haven't got more time Peter, because I
would like you to do that to me again"?" It's half-term next week" I said
quietly, "There's no school, just a quick swim and out"? "That sounds
lovely" He said, slipping his hand down the back of me trunks, pulling my
trunks out and easing his fingers in. "Shall we go for a ride out into the
countryside together, where no-one can see us"? I nodded, and swam away
with his hand still in my trunks. I swam to the steps, got out and headed
for the changing room. It was empty, so I headed up to the same cubicle and
put my basket of clothes down. By the time I had my trunks off, Bill came
walking by, and went into the one opposite. I quite openly began playing
with my cock as I dried it, then I dried myself with one hand as I wanked
myself with the other. Bill watched all the time, as his trunks came
off. Soon I had a nice schoolboy hard-on. Bill dried and dressed quickly,
so I stopped the wanking and joined him in the car park in minutes.

Bills' car was in a quiet corner, so directly he got in, I placed my hand
over the front of his trousers. "Would you like a little feel"? he asked
"Yes Please" I replied. Seconds later Bills' trousers were gaping open, and
my hand was slipping down under the waistband. Down and down, until,
OOOOhhhhhh I felt it again. It was like an old friend. I wrapped my fingers
around it and started to play with it. His arm slipped around my shoulder,
pulling me to him. I was looking down at the hand movements inside his
pants, but feeling his kisses on the top of my head. His cock was
stiffening in my grasp, when I heard "Peter, kiss me". I lifted my head and
our lips met. Four of five little kisses, with us looking round between
each one to make sure no-one was looking. Soon I was wanking a man with a
full erection, and the kisses were getting longer, still with quick looks
around between then. Several gorgeous minutes went by, then I felt his
tongue. It urgently wanted to get into my mouth, so I let it
in. Then.............OOOOOhhh....Bill started to jerk and thrust the hips,
as if making love to my hand. Then suddenly everthing went all slippery and
slimey inside his pants. At the end of that kiss I looked down, pulled the
waistband out with my other hand and had a look down inside his pants. Oh,
my fingers were still locked around his cock, wanking it, but there was Cum
everywhere, so much of it, all over my hand and over his pants.

I pulled my hand out and he gave me a tissue to wipe myself clean. Doing up
his trousers, we were soon on our way to school. I popped the damp tissues
into my sachel and got out where he had dropped me the day before. As he
drove off, the same boys were watching. "Seen your Uncle again then" they
asked, and stood in my way. "What's it like to play with an old mans' cock,
is it nice"? they taunted, "Does he cum loads"? I walked on by in silence,
but half an hour later, sitting at the back of the class, I pulled out the
damp tissue and raised it to my nose as if to sneeze, but instead I slowly
inhaled, and rubbed it over my face.

All over that weekend, I wanked myself off in bed, sniffing the tissue, and
thinking of Bill. On the Monday morning, I still got up at the usual time,
which made my Mum ask "Why are you getting up so early darling, it's
half-term" as her arm slipped around me. "I thought we could spend some
time together, and I'd let you dress up in my clothes. You like that don't
you Peter" I nodded as she pulled me to her dressing gown. Mum did have
lovely breasts, and I enjoyed being held against them, normally feeling a
bra that I may have worn myself a day or so earlier, but on this morning,
with the dressing gown gapping open slightly, my face was being held hard
against her lacey nightie. "Don't you want to be with Mummy today darling"?
she whispered. I reached down and undid the tie-cord of the gown. As it
began to fall open, I eased my arms around her waist, and pulled myself
tightly to her, resting my head on her shoulder, and looking down the front
of the nightie. Her breasts were lovely. "Don't you want to wear Mummys'
clothes today darling"?  "Yes Mummy, but I've promised to meet a friend at
the pool today"

"Ok Peter" she whispered in my ear "Give Mummy a kiss before you go" I
lifted my head, but instead of Bills' lips, I got Mums. One or two brief
little pecks, then a longer one. I wanted to feel her tongue, but it didn't
come. "Have a good time Peter. You can tell me all about it when you get
home". she said, pulling my head down onto those lovely breasts for a
moment. As I opened the front door I heard "What's his name, this friend of
yours"? "Bill" I shouted back. It felt nice shouting his name, telling my
Mum who I was going to meet. In 10 minutes I was at the pool, and in my
favourite changing cubicle, getting undressed. As I locked my clothes
basket in the locker, Bill walked in. "Hello Peter" he whispered and
brushed his hand across my bottom cheeks. "How long shall we stay in the
water"? he asked "Not long" I whispered and walked off towards the
pool. Moments later Bill was getting in. We swam up and down for a couple
of moments, then hung on the rail at the deep end, long enough for him to
rub himself against me, and whisper about a spot he knew out in the
country, where we wouldn't be seen. Five minutes later we were back in the
changing room, each in our cubicles. I slipped my trunks off and sat on the
little wooden seat, playing with my cocklet as he watched . His trunks slid
off and there was my new friend, his hairless cock, hanging beneath a nice
chubby tummy. I couldn't wait to play with it. Suddenly we heard voices,
and quickly dried and changed.

Waiting beside his car, I saw one of my classmates. He saw me, waved and
started to walk over. "Been swimming already Peter"? he asked.  "Yes" I
blurted out "I've been with my Uncle Bill" "Oh" he said "Hello Uncle Bill,
I'm Jeremy. Do you two go swimming a lot together"? "Hello Jeremy" Bill
said nervously "Yes sometimes, but we didn't have much time today because
I've got to drop Peter in town". "Oh it must be nice to have an Uncle with
a car to take you places" Jeremy said, winking at me. "Have a good time
Peter" he said gently squeezing the front of my trousers as he walked
away. As we got into the car Bill asked "Does you like him doing that"?
"Yes, we wank each other off a lot in the toilets.  As Bill slowly drove
across the car park, we passed Jeremy. He looked over and smiled at me.

We headed out of town, chatting about Jeremy and other school friends that
I wanked regularly with, then he asked about Mum. I told him she was a
single mother, having this week off to be with me. I said how disappointed
she was that I was going swimming, but that we'd have a cuddle
later. Suddenly Bill asked "Do you wear her panties"? I was shocked that he
asked and couldn't speak. "You do don't you"? he asked again. I nodded. At
a set of traffic lights he undid his trousers, and whispered "You could
slip your trousers and pants off if you like" I liked undressing in front
of him, and after pushing my slip-on shoes of, undid my trousers, and
started to wriggle out of them. I threw them onto the back seat, as Bill
watched. As I began to ease my pants down, I noticed that we were out in
the country, and turning into a track and stopping at a 5-bar gate. My
pants were just coming off over my feet, when Bill leant across, bent down
and picked them up.

Throwing them onto the back seat, he then slipped his trousers off, and put
them on top of mine. Hooking his fingers in the waistband of his pants, he
lifted his bottom, and pulled. Wow, they slid down quickly, and I saw my
friend again. I took his y-fronts and put them with our other clothes,
while keeping my eyes on his soft hairless cock. "Oh Peter, you look
lovely" he whispered and slipped his arm around me. I was pulled towards
him, and, lifting my head, received the first of several kisses., all with
his tongue slipping into my mouth. I felt his hand stray, and looking down,
saw his fingers wrap themselves around my cocklet. "Oh Bill" I sighed as he
started to play with me, "I've wanted to feel you do that". Then he bent
sideways and began to kiss my little cock-head, as he played with it. By
now I was fully hard, and watched as he lowered his lips over it. His head
started to bob up and down. It felt so gorgeous.

"Oh Bill" I wheezed "That feels so lovely"

End of Part !