Date: Mon, 15 Feb 2016 23:50:02 +0000
From: Ares God Of War <ares10x8@gmail.com>
Subject: Young swimmer finds hung daddy at pool - Chapter 2

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Chapter 2

I'd just stepped out of the building and the fresh autumnal air hit me. Not
unpleasant, but cool enough to draw my jacket around me and feel the warmth
of my hoodie, warm enough to be coaxed into a relaxed state and relive what
had just happened.

I sucked on my tongue as I recalled the thickness of his cock in my mouth,
my mind flashed back to the dimly lit cubicle and the outline of his cock
before me, my hand caressing the glorious monster that he had hidden in the
tantalising bulge of his Speedos. I recalled him slapping his hefty dick on
my face and moving his cum into my mouth from my check with his firm tool.

My heart raced at the memory of the encouneter, I was filled with the
nervous anticipation again just as before when he was playing cat and mouse
in the changing room. I put my key into the door, suddenly home, the
daydream shattered from my auto pilot walk home. I quickly went to my
bedroom having realised I was hard as a rock. I wanked and came again. I
felt my arse twitch as I achieved orgasm, the electric punch moving from my
spine and behind my naval to my chest and into my throat as I arched my
back, ending in a mind-blowing visual of fireworks behind my eyes. I
actually grunted as I came. I had never felt so primal. So charged. So
satisfied.

I slept soundly and with vivid dreams once again. My new obsession was
playing heavily on my mind. I was up the next day full of energy. I had
thought about the previous night but my memory of the events had faded. I
did some usual weekend chores, school work. I wanked again but couldn't get
anything near the satisfaction I'd had in the last 24 hours. I was
antsy. He had said to be there tomorrow. I intended to be. The thought
thrilled me but also frustrated me. He hadn't said when. I started to
obsess over him, his body, his cock. I had to see him again. Ineeded to see
him again.

I hated that he hadn't said `be here tomorrow night' or `tomorrow day',
`afternoon' `1.37pm sharp'. Damn it. Anything to narrow down 24 hours. I
decided I'd have to spend as much time as possible there. But for now, the
issue of not being able to cum as hard as I had recently grown accustomed
to needed resolving.

I went to the fridge and pulled out a carrot. On the odd occasion I had
used tapered vegetables, candles or anything small I could fit in my ass to
wank with. After seeing all the porn vids I guessed it was worth a
shot. The guys always seemed to gasp in pleasure at having their asses
filled. I could only do it when I was really horny. I went the bathroom and
put the carrot aside to warm up, I wasn't sticking a frosty vegetable
finger in my ass. I had the house to myself as mum was shopping, it being a
Saturday.

I ran the shower and let the bathroom get warm and a little steamy. I
removed the shower head from the hose and turned down the pressure, I began
my routine douching. Originally I had done this after a tip off from a
friendly swimming competitor. The lightness and lack of bloating helped a
lot when swimming. Just as not eating did. They always tell you not to swim
after eating, well douching helped clear you just as much. It made me feel
like a machine in the water. As it happens, it's also convenient for making
sure you can have a pleasant play time sticking stuff up your poop shoot.

I decided I was clear so dried myself off, threw the towel onto my bed and
settled down with some lube and the carrot. I relived the previous evening
with the carrot worked about 3 inches into my ass. I came hard,
spasming. Satisfying for sure, but not as fulfilling as feel of a dick in
my mouth.

I didn't want to waste any more time. I dressed, made a bag and hightailed
it to the pool. I took notice of the lockers. A fair few used. I entered
the pool keeping a watchful eye. All old men, ugly men or
families. Hell. Ah well, what did I expect? Logically he would be there in
the evening again, but I didn't want to chance missing him.

I put the time to good use and swam some laps, timing myself with the clock
on the pool wall. I performed another recon sweep of the pool, no changes
to its patrons. I decided to kill a little time in the Jacuzzi area.

More laps, a drink break (and a chance to check the locker room), Jacuzzi,
more laps. Hours had passed and I was a little hungry. I went home.

I made a protein shake from some powder my uncle had given me to help
training. He was a gym junkie and convinced muscle growth would help my
power in the water. I guess the logic was sound. It was also a nice
non-bloaty lunch. I killed another half hour to let it settle then decided
back to the pool for fear of missing my man.

The same routine, no guy. I sat in the Jacuzzi area frustrated and trying
to relax. Then a shadow loomed behind me.

"Hey, little man. You're putting in the hours recently aint ya?"

It was the lifeguard. One I was chatty with now and again, we talked shop
about competitive swimming sometimes. A world he knew something about.

"Hey. Yeah my last performance really drove it home I need to commit more
to the pool. So I'm training every chance I get."

"Keep chasing that dream, kiddo. Work for it."

He ruffled my semi wet hair and resumed his patrol with a smirk. He wasn't
usually so friendly but I guess my excuse for being around at the pool so
much more lately had struck him as commitment and a throwback to his
competition days.

A few more laps and home again. Double hell. I began to get a little
anxious that he wouldn't show. I could have cried from frustration. But
there was still the evening. The last chance and the most likely. It felt
like all my eggs were in one basket. I was so nervous I thought a wank
would calm me down. I dug out my special candle from under my bed and went
to work on my ass, taking time to enjoy the feeling of my empty ass and it
stretching my hole slightly. I came with a sigh not long after and after
cleaning up felt like a little nap. I set the alarm for 5.30pm. I figured
that would give me enough time.

I performed my laps-Jacuzzi-laps routine. Hours passed. He wasn't coming. I
had already pleaded with god and offered yet another silent prayer in
frustration. People had come and gone. He wasn't among them. The pool had
started emptying. The lights were dimmed – a sign they wanted to start
winding down. It was earlier than usual, but not unknown. The lifeguard
from earlier came around to me in the Jacuzzi.

"Hey again. We're closing early tonight to start some big maintenance so
we're clearing the pool. I just told a few others and they're going now but
we don't start for an hour. Why don't you put the clear lanes to good use,
eh?"

I blasted a few well timed laps but was really hungry having not eaten much
in the day. I beat out one last lap with frustration that the pool was
closed and my guy either didn't show or I had missed him. I swam to the
side near the locker room entrances and made my way to shower off the
chlorine. I turned into the shower block – it was steamy as
hell. Someone had probably left the hot head running. I turned into the
block and stopped the end shower. The hottest of the 12 in the shower room.

I started to rinse out my hair and let the water soothe my anger at my
missed chance. I closed my eyes and let the sound of the water mimic rain
on the sandstone floor. It sounded like soft patters of raindrops on glass
and coughing... What the hell. I looked around and saw the fog move.

"Hey little man, bout time you showed up"

Holy fucking hell. He was there, in white Speedos. Holy fucking fuck they
left nothing to the imagination wet.

He moved from the dim corner of the showers to the space next to me and
turned on the water. Resuming washing himself under the shower, he squeezed
a generous amount of shower gel into his palm. He rubbed it into a lather
in his hair, then collected it and spread it down his body. He started to
soap up his bulge, massaging the lather into his Speedos. At the same time
he was massaging some life into that perfect beast. He turned outward
towards the light in the corridor of the open archway that lead from the
shower to the changing room and leant back against the wall. Still he
caressed his toned body with his eyes closed. One hand moving across his
chest and the other squeezing his balls and shaft underneath his
semi-water-transparent trunks.

I didn't break eye contact with the shapes his bulge was making as it was
pulled, squeezed and stroked. It was getting bigger – he'd obviously
been waiting for me to start this routine. He'd have been at full mast
otherwise. He opened his eyes and smirked at seeing my stare. Taking some
suds from the outline of his growing cock, he spread them down my cheek.

"It looks good on you, kid."

I sprung a boner. His obvious reference to his cum on my face set a fire
inside me. Reminding me of how horny our last session was. I was hungry for
his dick now.

"Why don't you help me clean lower down?"

I spread suds from his abs to his thighs feeling the bumps of muscle and
smooth skin. I pushed my hands back up his firm legs and over his bulge. It
jumped under my touch and I began to explore his mound, mimicking his
squeezing, lifting and pulling movements from the show he had put on for me
only moments ago.

After a few minutes, he was much harder and slid down the wall to sit on
the shower floor. He reached out to my own erection squeezed gently.

"Why don't I help you get clean too? Keep working on me too."

With that he lifted the side of his Speedo and pushed out his cock. He
moved his hand down, using his thumb to evict the sleeping beast until he
had his full cock and balls exposed with the material stretched to one
side. It was a hot view. I had a few pics saved on my laptop just like it.

I moved around to sit at the side of him, at a right angle for the view but
still able to easily reach his dick with both hands. I continued to stroke
his balls and shaft, occasionally pumping his cock with my two hands
wrapped around his girthy member, only just overlapping at my fingertips.

Meanwhile his hand explored my own cock-lined Speedo. He reached my balls
from behind and massaged them gently. His attention to me this time was
driving me wild. I was so horny and hungry for his cock that I needed no
prompting to take his dick into my mouth. I had to pull back a few times as
my mouth stretched out until I could comfortably hold my jaw wide and get
his head and inch or so into my mouth.

He groaned and put his hand at the base of my spine, then applied pressure
and pushed down as he swept his hand over my ass and down to the base of my
balls. I let out my own cock-muffled grown. He did it again and I pushed
back into his hand as a few fingers glided over my ass crack.

"You like that," he said softly, almost nervously; half question, half
statement, "Stand up and take off your trunks."

I complied. His voice sounded slightly pleading, but still in command, just
as he was last night. Guiding me through another routine to please himself
using me as a tool. I didn't care. I loved it. I got back onto all fours as
I sucked his dick, occasionally bringing up a hand to work his shaft or
hold his balls.

He took his own hand to the base of his dick and squeezed hard, making the
shaft swell and the head bulge with blood, it looked like I could break
rocks it was so hard.

"That was close. You're getting me so hot. Come here, let me see that
hole!"

He grabbed my right leg and pulled it gently over his lap so that I had to
crab walk to keep my body aligned. I was over his knees facing his feet. He
pushed slightly on my ass and I took the hint to move down his legs a
little further. He then reached out and pushed against my shoulders, I bent
down, making my ass high in the air as I hugged his calves. I was in
heaven, I was so horny I felt my arse twitch. He ran his thumb over my
crack, my hole now exposed as my posture stretched my ass cheeks apart. He
ran his thumb back up from my balls and circled my hole. It sent a thrill
down to my cock and I swear my ass dilated a little.

I looked back and saw him take the few remaining suds from his hair and
apply to my ass. He rubbed a few fingers together over my ass as he held
one side of my butt open with his free hand. The suds washed off and I
heard him suck air between his teeth and moan lightly. Still holding my ass
he pulled slightly harder to really expose my ass. I saw the shoulder of
his other arm move but his other hand was out of view. I felt a weighty
slap down the entirety of my crack and balls. He was hitting his shaft
against my ass! Again, slowly and heavy, whack, whack, whack. I shuddered
with each contact in absolute euphoria.

I looked back when the solid warmth of his member left my ass to see his
hand raised to his mouth. He swilled his jaw for a few seconds and let out
a large wad of spit into his hand. He rubbed it with precision onto my hole
and worked his thumb around my ass. I could feel my relaxed ass let him
stroke more of my hole than he'd been able to when he first put his hand
behind me.

He produced more saliva and worked it onto the underside of his own cock
this time. He made eye contact with me as he pushed his dick against my
hole again. Not leaving my gaze he thrusted his hips off of the floor
slightly so that his length ran up and down my backside. I closed my eyes
and bit my own lip. I was tingling with electric. I opened my eyes again to
see him smirking at my obvious enjoyment. He looked pleased. I was glad
that I was making him happy. It was all that mattered in the world to me;
that this god was happy with what I was doing.

He started to rub my hole again with his thumb and I returned to hugging
the warmth of his lower legs. He began to press against my opening as his
thumb made its passes up and down. He wrapped his fingers and palm around
my hairless balls and dick, pulling slightly with the ring his finger made
with his thumb still reaching to my hole. As he milked me slowly, rolling
his fingers down my shaft from base to tip, he squeezed. It made me flex
muscles I didn't know were down there. But I felt the twitches extend under
me to my ass. My hole was twitching too. I heard a mouthy pop and felt more
spit on my hole. He timed the squeezing of my cock with the pressure of his
thumb. Without any resistance I felt his thumb slip into my hole to the
first knuckle. It felt so much better than a carrot or candle. My ass
clamped down his warm thumb as I grunted. He paused for a second then
started his rhythm again. Making small circular motions with the tip of his
thumb inside me, my ass relaxed.

Suddenly, but gently he withdrew his thumb. I looked back as I let out a
needful `hmph' at my sudden emptiness and need to be filled. He smirked
again and told me not to worry, he wasn't done yet. He put his middle
finger in his mouth and then moved it straight my ass as he started
squeezed my dick in perfect timing. He inserted a finger into me. It felt
like a whole finger but I wasn't sure.

"Yeah. Yeah you do like that don't you?" He asked as he moved his finger
from left to right, stretching my hole stretch one way then the other.

I answered his question by pushing back onto his finger, feeling a precious
few millimetres go deeper.

With a low laugh he removed his finger, spat on it and put it straight back
in me. He started to slowly pull his finger back, then push forward. Back
and forward a few more times then I felt his finger go deeper. With a
finger fully inserted the circular and side movements began again. He
withdrew his finger and spat a couple of times. This was pure bliss. His
finger inside my ass was like being stroked, massaged and tickled at the
same time. I awaited his finger going back in me but had a shocking
surprise. I felt the tip of his finger go into my now stretched and easily
accommodating hole, but I wasn't ready for the second finger. The tip of
his next finger went inside and I sucked air in lightly between my
teeth. He was trying to get a second finger in me!

He responded to my shock by squeezing the base of my dick with the ring of
his hand again. He took his hand away and put one finger back into me
moving it around a little more forcefully and hastily than before. It
didn't bother me at all. He quickly withdrew his finger and pushed it back
in with a second alongside it while my hole was still relaxed. It went in
easy enough but I felt full and a little uncomfortable as he made small
movements.

"Just stay relaxed kid and you'll get used to it."

I went back to hugging his legs, if I tilted my neck down further I could
see under myself and view his balls resting between his legs and the first
few inches of that magnificent shaft climbing high out of my view. The
sight made me horny and thoughts raced through my mind of big dicks and
tight holes, inspired by many nights and hours of porn. I relaxed with the
thoughts as I grew hornier and felt my ass open. He felt my hole slacken
too.

"That's right, you love your ass being worked. Like my fingers in there
don't you!"

He picked up the rhythm as my ass now easily took his two fingers. He
started to work his dick with his other hand. I watched under my own body
as his hand move to the base of his dick, flattened his balls slightly and
move back up. Slowly as first he matched the pumping of his cock with the
pistoning of his fingers in my ass. The strong fist moved like clockwork up
and down his solid, pulsing cock. He spat onto my hole a few times,
sometimes missing his fingers and landing on my back or mound of my ass.

The wanking of his cock became more vigorous. He moved his hand up and down
faster, and once or twice when his fist as at the base of his cock he
squeezed his shaft hard and pushed it forward, resulting in it slapping
against my exposed butt.

He pushed the two fingers in my ass all the way, I felt like I was
stretched as far as I would go and that I was being probed deeper than I
had ever gone myself before. He maintained the pressure pushing into me.

"Move down!"

I shuffled further down his legs, he moved his own legs apart, knocking my
legs wider apart and further exposing my hole and stretching my cheeks
apart.

He began to finger fuck me at a fair pace as he wanked faster. I could tell
he was getting close as he had the night before. I could hear the slapping
of his hand against his wet balls and the slop of his foreskin as it moved
over his head and under his hand. It got faster and faster as the finger
fucking became more forceful. He was spreading his fingers apart in my ass
and I grunted as the strain stretching my ring was almost too much. He
pushed down against my prostate firmly and I rocked back and forth as his
fingers pushed into me and pulled back. He slapped his dick against my ass
again.

He leant forward and pulled his legs from under me.

"Stay exactly like that."

I did. His fingers never left my hole, he was destroying my ass with
them. He only pulled them out to the knuckle but when he pushed them back
in, the speed made his fist hit against my ass. Every thrust of his fist
made me jerk forward slightly. I could feel my cock twitch as his fingers
moved inside me like a puppet.

"SHIIIT!"

The furious wanking stopped suddenly and I looked back to see him on his
knees. He pulled his fingers from my ass and positioned his hand so that
his index and middle fingers were spread either side of my hole, holding my
ass wide. He wanked a few more strokes of his cock and I saw him tense as
the first jerk released a stream of cum. It hit my ass audibly as I felt
the warm pressure. Then I felt it run down my balls. He moved in, stroked
his cock a few more times while he was still jerking and pressed his dick
head between my cheeks. He rubbed his dick up and down before pushing
against my hole and wanked as his body jerked a few more times. I could
feel some of his warm cum enter me.

He pulled back slightly and milked his cock, again using it to stroke his
cream around my ass. He slapped it against the side of my cheek a few times
then put a finger back into me. With a hand slap to my ass he told me to
shower off and get dressed then stood up, his finger sliding out my abused
hole as he rose. I moved to the frame of the arch and watched him dress and
leave quickly as I regained my breath and sat in mild shock at what had
just happened.

The locker room was empty and quiet. I quickly shoved two of my own smaller
fingers into my ass, it was still slack enough to do it with ease, his cum
was still on my ass and in the entrance of my hole. I stroked his cum into
my ass myself and reinserted two fingers as I felt the friction return from
his cum drying out. I tried to finger fuck myself like he did but the angle
of my own arm meant a shallow penetration. I wanked and came almost
immediately. I writhed on my back on the floor of the shower, the water
still running. I lay in the aftermath of it. Slowly coming down from my
high.

My senses regained I felt incredibly alone. Oddly lonely, just as I had
felt when I thought my hot man-god wasn't going to show. I stood myself
back under the shower and washed off. I turned the temperature up noticing
I had a slight chill from being wet on the floor and out of the constant
renewing warmth of the shower.

Standing still my mind replayed what had happened. But instead of the horn
my ass actually felt a little sore. A feeling of sadness swept over me as I
remember he had just left this time. No instruction of when to meet him
again. Was this the last time that I'd see him? Was he a tourist and here
for a limited time? Was he gone for good now? I should have asked when I'd
see him again.

God damn. My feelings turned to anger and frustration. I dried, dressed and
went home to bed. I was exhausted.