Date: Fri, 8 May 2015 23:05:19 +0000
From: penny cox <penny694@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Pool

"In here Sir quickly" I heard and turned round.  Young Smith was holding
the door to a "Double Cubicle" open. I looked round for the rest of the
class but saw no-one. "They're all paired up sir. Come in here with me,
quickly".  I swung my metal basket of clothes through the open door and
placed it on the wooden bench seat, next to the other one. I heard the
cubicle door slam shut behind me, and felt a little slap on my
bottom. "Well done Sir" I heard. I looked round to see Smith with his back
to me, fingers hooked in the waistband of his navy blue swimming
trunks. One tug and they were around his thighs.

I glanced down at his smooth, round bottom, and the trunks as they hit the
wet floor. He stepped out of them and bent down to pick them up. "Come on
Sir" he whispered "They'll be talking about us if we don't hurry up."  He
had turned round by now and was showing me his hairless cock. I looked down
at it, wanting to touch it. "Come on Sir" he urged "get those wet trunks
off. Here I'll help you"

Suddenly a pair of small hands were tugging at the waistband of my
trunks. I stood there and watched as he tugged. As my trunks began to move,
I slipped my arm around his shoulder, and pulled him to me. He leaned
towards me and kept on tugging. My trunks started to slide downwards, and
my cock flopped out. "That's it Sir" he said looking down at my cock. "Now
let's hurry up". Smith said, pulling my trunks down to the tilled
floor. "Step out of them Sir" he said. I obeyed and lifted my feet one at a
time. I watched as he picked my trunks up, wrung them out and placed then
in the side pocket of the basket.

I pulled him to me and rubbed my cock against the side of his head. "No
time for that Sir". he said.  I pulled back and watched as he started to
dry himself off. I grabbed my bath towel and started to dry myself. HHmm
wanking myself after a while. "Stop it Sir" he demanded. "I'll do that for
you but not now". I started to dry myself, then dress myself. I pulled my
shirt on and was about to lift one foot into my y-fronts, when Smith
reached over and wrapped his fingers around my cock. "Just a minute Sir" he
whispered. His hand began a wanking movement. "You shouldn't be doing this"
I whispered bending my head forward. I felt lips touch mine, a tongue slip
into my mouth. "I love you" I whispered after a few seconds.

End of part 1