Date: Mon, 28 Jan 2008 17:13:29 -0800 (PST)
From: scooter_fiction@yahoo.ca
Subject: Marcus

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Disclaimer: The following story contains graphic sexual language and
actions between males. If material of this nature offends you, or it is
illegal in your jurisdiction for you to view it, DO NOT READ any
further. This is a work of fiction and any similarity between real people
or events is purely coincidental. As this is fiction, safe sex practices
are not always followed by the characters, but should be by you.


He made it look effortless, but this was the part where Marcus really had
to work at it. Lungs pumping, muscles taught, gliding through the water on
the last two laps of his last set. He loved the effort. He loved feeling
his toned, smooth body tighten and flex through the cool liquid. The big
university pool normally closed at 9, but the old security guard let Marcus
stay most nights. The unspoken rule was that Marcus would finish a lap,
climb out, and stretch. The guard got his eye-candy, leering obscenely as
Marcus stretched his head down between his calves, his round ass barely
contained by the thin spandex of his suit. Marcus, in return, got the pool
for as long as he wanted when the guard went home.

At 34, Marcus was in better shape than he'd ever been. He had joined the
school's health centre and came in most nights to work the weights and then
hit the pool. It was quiet, and after a long and usually stressful day at
his advertising agency it was exactly what he needed. He knew it didn't
leave much time for a social life, but after spending all day with people
what he really wanted was some time to himself.

He finally let himself relax as his hand came down for the last time.
Closing his eyes, he let the electricity in his muscles course through
him. He even felt his Speedo tighten a bit; he found the rush very sensual.
When he finally opened his eyes someone was standing over him. He looked
up, past the large feet, over ripped calves, past a pair of board shorts
covering up what had promised to be really awesome thighs, over a flat,
chiseled stomach, hairless chest, to broad shoulders wrapped in muscle, to
a grinning face. A student, no doubt, and a swimmer based on that build.
The blond, shaggy hair was wet with sweat, and the body had the sheen of a
recent workout to it. Marcus' suit tightened a little more.

"Hey." Greeting call of the North American teenager.

"Hey back," said Marcus.

"I thought the pool was closed by now."

"It is. Just me left, keeping the water company."

"Want to race a couple of laps?" asked the blond, pushing Marcus' male
competitive button.

"I just finished a hundred laps so you'd have me at a disadvantage."

"That's okay, I've been in the weight room for an hour. I'm sure you can
keep up."

The grin again, taunting Marcus a little.

"Okay, you're on. Freestyle, two laps, block start. `Kay?"

"Awesome."

Marcus climbed out. For a moment he worried about his dick, which showed no
sign of losing its added heaviness. Then he thought, what the fuck, maybe
the show of masculinity will throw the kid off his stride. Sure enough, as
he pulled himself up and the suit sucked around his cock, the kid took had
a more-than-passing glance. They climbed up on the blocks, grabbed the
front edge, and Marcus called out, "three, two, one, go!"

Two bodies went sailing through the air, arching expertly, landing with
barely a ripple at exactly the same time. Arms and legs pumping, the
athletes knifed through the water, neither willing to fall behind the
other. When they reached the wall both tumbled, felt the tiles with their
feet, and shot off with powerful legs. As they approached the finish both
turned on the heat even further, but at the end Marcus' hand grabbed the
wall a half-body length in front of the kid. Both recovered, panting,
before climbing out.

"I could have taken you, but my arms were blasted from the weights," the
kid said.

"You're fast, I'll give you that," replied Marcus. "You might have won if
it wasn't for those crazy shorts. They drag so much in the water you're
pulling a couple of extra pounds around with you."

Marcus grabbed the loose material at the side and pulled it out to
demonstrate. He also wanted to see what was hiding under there, and as he
pulled the material tight he got a quick glimpse of nicely shaped balls and
a good-sized dick lying to the side.

"Maybe I just don't like to show off my junk as much as you do," the kid
grinned, and used the opportunity to stare at Marcus' dick again.

"I don't mind embarrassing you," was the reply. "Anyway, I'm outta here.
You sticking around?"

"Yeah, I'm going to do a few more laps."

Marcus watched the tight body dive in again, and admired the form as the
kid sped off down the lane. Then he headed for the showers and home.

The next night Marcus was back, powering through his set. The guard came
by, and Marcus chatted with him while putting on his show. If he old guy
could still get it up he would, thought Marcus as he stretched. His arms
and legs were solid muscle. His torso tapered down over a hard six-pack,
covered with a light dusting of fur. He sat on the pool deck and pulled his
leg up over his head. The guard, who had given up any pretense of not
looking, leered openly at Marcus' balls and imagined being fucked, lying on
his back while this stud's cock throbbed inside him and those beautiful abs
flexed with each thrust. Tonight, he thought, he actually might get it up.

The guard out of the way, Marcus got ready to dive back in when the kid
showed up. Marcus unlocked the door for him and noted that the board shorts
had given way to a slightly smaller suit that you might see on the beach in
Florida.

"Hey." The kid didn't waste words, thought Marcus.

"How's it going? Did you hit the weights again?"

"Nah, not tonight. Figure I don't need it," the kid boasted, pulling into a
flex pose that showed off his impressive chest. "Want to go again? I'm
ready to beat your ass this time."

"Sure, I've only done half my set so it ought to be even," teased Marcus.
"But look, when I beat you again I want to know it's even this time, so
chuck the kiddie-pool suit and put this on."

Marcus reached into his bag and pulled out a racing suit, red with white
stripes down the sides. He tossed it at the kid, who held it out in front
of him.

"Aw, I can't wear this. It's way too small."

It did look awfully tiny, but Marcus knew how to get what he wanted.

"When I win, you're going to blame your suit," he reasoned, "and we'll just
be doing this again tomorrow. So forget that you have a small dick and put
it on."

No way the kid was going to allow the "small dick" comment, he thought,
even though it wasn't fair after what he'd seen the day before. Sure
enough, the blonde walked to the corner of the pool, turned his back, and
pulled off his suit. As he struggled into the spandex Marcus enjoyed a full
view of a muscular ass, the awesome legs rippling one after the other. Once
again, his own suit suddenly felt a little snug.

The kid turned around, looking decidedly self-conscious, and Marcus had
another excuse to stare. This time he was able to see just how pumped the
blonde's thighs were, and the fine layer of fur leading up towards his
crotch. Large balls were wrapped in the thin material, and above them a
thick cock, lying to the kid's left. Marcus could see that he was uncut,
another benefit only a Speedo can provide. Was the cock a little filled
out, he wondered? And if this guy never wore racing suits, why was he
shaved down?

"Okay, let's get it on," said the kid, trying to avoid standing around on
the pool deck any longer.

"I'm in," said Marcus, and once more they mounted the blocks.

This race went much like the last, except that when both swimmers reached
the final wall it was too close for either of them to call. So of course
they both claimed victory.

"I was so down ahead of you," said the kid, pulling himself out of the
water. He seemed to have forgotten the skimpy suit in the rush of
competition. Marcus took another good look at the cock, now wet and tightly
wrapped in the stretchy material.

"I will say that the suit gained you a half-body length," replied Marcus.
He had pulled himself up and was sitting on the edge, the kid bouncing with
energy beside him. The leg muscles rippled close by, and Marcus could feel
the heat off the other's body. "But I still touched the wall first."

"I SO beat your ass," said the blonde, bopping over right next to Marcus,
his crotch now really close, jabbing his finger to make the point. Marcus
had to stare at that meaty dick and tight abs. He wanted to stop but
couldn't. Suddenly the kid stopped bouncing around and just stood there,
his cock inches from Marcus' face, as if he'd just realized how close he
was. But he didn't step back.

There was a moment of awkward pause, then Marcus did something totally out
of character. The heat from this specimen of male muscle was just too
much. The sight of the young cock, now definitely becoming thicker in the
suit, triggered something. Marcus ran his tongue from under the heavy
balls, up and to the right, sliding down the long cock.

"Holy fuck, what the hell are you doing?" said the kid, somewhat
breathlessly. But he didn't move away.

"Admiring the suit," said Marcus.

"I'm not gay," replied the blonde, quietly now, as if he needed to say that
but didn't want it to interrupt what was happening.

"I know," said Marcus. He did the tongue thing again, causing the blonde to
inhale sharply. When he got to the tip of the cock he sucked the spandex
material around it, and started to pull the solid cock into his mouth. He
slid his fingers slowly over the kid's balls, and was rewarded with another
inch of cock trapped beneath the suit.

"We gotta stop, this is fucked up," breathed the kid.

"Uh huh," said Marcus, his mouth full of cock and spandex. He moved his
hands to the kid's ass, feeling the powerful muscles, and pulling the
crotch further in to his face. The blonde's hands, which had been hanging
limply, moved behind Marcus' head and caressed his straight, dark
hair. Marcus slipped his hands up the tapered back, and came around to feel
the tight pecs and nipples. His mouth kept sucking the thin material and
the throbbing tool behind it.

"Holy shit, I'm gonna..." was as far as the kid got before exploding in his
racing suit. Marcus felt the hot cum forced through the material into his
waiting mouth. He sucked even harder to drink down all the jiz he could,
loving the taste of this stud's cream mixed with the pool water. The young
athlete was bucking against Marcus' mouth, spewing again and again, filling
the suit with what Marcus couldn't draw out, grunting in animal
lust. Marcus grabbed the top and pulled the material down, over the huge
cock, licking all the cum that had been trapped inside. Finally he slid his
mouth over the kid's dick, drawing out a long moan, and a few drops more of
the tasty cream.

The blonde finally sat down, hard, on the starting block behind him,
completely drained and in shock. Marcus figured that was it - the kid would
bolt now, ashamed at what he'd done. That wasn't what the kid was
embarrassed about, however.

"Sorry dude, I've never cum that fast before," he said, "but the feeling of
the suit and your mouth together just blew my mind."

"Don't apologize - I loved it," replied Marcus, "you can cum as fast and as
often as you want. You really blow a huge load. Been saving up?"

"No man, I whacked off this morning. I always have huge loads like
that. Chicks usually think it's gross."

"Well, not me."

Marcus pulled the suit off, and continued licking cum from the kid's cock
and balls. His tongue traveled slowly downward, and the young stud
responded by leaning back and opening his legs, groaning in the pleasure as
Marcus got closer to his hole. Finally Marcus was lapping around the ring,
tonguing great strokes up the swollen balls and back down over the tight
ass. He started pushing his tongue up the kid's backside, slowly fucking
that virgin hole.

"Shit, that feels good," said the kid, holding his knees up now to allow
Marcus the best access, "I've never felt anything like that before."

As he worked his way back up, Marcus was amazed to find the kid hard as
steel again. Man, huge loads and apparently no recovery time - this guy was
amazing. In fact, the kid started slowly stroking his cock while Marcus was
still lapping at his balls and hole. He just couldn't get enough.

Marcus sucked the thick cock back down his throat, and at the same time
slid a finger up the kid's ass, lubricated with cum from the discarded
suit. There was a sharp intake of breath, but he was allowed to continue,
so he started a slow fucking motion. The blonde wrapped his hands around
Marcus head, and simultaneously fucked his mouth while thrusting his ass
over the invading finger. Soon the finger became two, and he squirmed even
more.

Marcus stood up on the first step of the starting block, his crotch at the
kid's face level. His cock had still not been released from the racing
suit, and it strained at the material, huge patches of pre-cum soaking the
material. The kid stared at it, mesmerized by the huge, solid meat in front
of him. Marcus grabbed his head and pulled it to his cock, and the blonde
responded by slurping up the juice. After his first taste he couldn't get
enough, sucking to enjoy the salty flavour. Marcus peeled the suit down
over his dick, and the kid took his first tentative suck of cock. Marcus
was too far gone for a timid mouth, though, and grabbing the blonde hair
again, slid his cock hard down the kid's throat. He ignored the gagging as
he fucked in and out, enjoying the hot smoothness. The kid figured out how
to breath and how to relax his throat, and was stroking his own cock in no
time.

Marcus looked down at the shaggy blonde mane gulping his cock, and admired
the broad shoulders and strong upper back. He watched the kid pulling his
own dick, long streams of pre-cum spewing out the end. It looked like the
stud was going to pop another load already, so Marcus pulled his cock out
and pulled the kid up.

"Am I doing okay?" asked the newbie.

"Fuck yeah," growled Marcus, "and you're about to do better."

The big swimmer lay back on the starting block, his head over the water,
his feet planted on the tiles.

"Climb on."

"Ah, I'm not sure," moaned the kid, and then again, "I'm not gay."

"I don't give a shit," said Marcus. "You're going to bury that ass on my
cock, and you're going to do it now."

Playing the master seemed to worked - the kid obediently stepped over the
starting block, standing with his tight ass right over Marcus' prick.
Marcus couldn't believe how fucking hard his cock was. The veins stood out
against the red shaft, and as he squeezed his fingers around the base and
slid them up, a huge spew of pre-cum boiled out. Properly lubed up, he
commanded, "sit", and the blond stud lowered his ass, fear and lust mixed
in his green eyes.

As his crack wrapped around the throbbing cock, the pre-cum did its job.
Soon the head was poking through the kid's tight hole. He cried out, "oh
SHIT!", and stopped moving, but he didn't pull off. Marcus let him take his
first cock slowly. Soon the ass was moving down, inch by inch, the blonde's
face moving from pain to amazement to total bliss. Eventually he bottomed
out, his tight butt nestling on Marcus's thighs, and he whispered, "oh my
god..." He wrapped his hand around his shaft, stroked it once, and
unbelievably cum shot straight at Marcus' face. The big man's mouth hung
open in amazement, and the first shot went right in. The second hit his
nose, then rolled down his face. The third shot, just as powerful as the
first, once more filled his mouth with salty cream. The fourth landed on
his hard pecs, and Marcus lost count of the rest. The sight of the blonde
blowing his second load in less than 10 minutes, spewing out globs of warm
jiz, put Marcus over the edge. He arched upward, pushing the kid off the
starting block, pulled his cock down and out, then slammed it back in. Over
and over he plowed the tight, hot ass. He had spewed so much pre-cum that
his dick pistoned easily while the kid's cock bounced, flinging cum up into
the air. Before the blonde could even inhale from the mighty prick tearing
up his hole Marcus exploded. The shots were so powerful he cried out, his
animal howls echoing around the tiled pool. Cum was forced out with each
thrust and melted down over his balls. He slammed one last time up into the
hot butter of the kid's ass, and then collapsed backwards, the blonde
slumping on top of him.

Neither man spoke for a long time. Their orgasms had been so intense it was
all they could do to breathe. Marcus wasn't sure his cock would even soften
again, but eventually it popped out of the kid's ass, and he felt more cum
flow down over his balls.

"That was fucking incredible," breathed the kid. "I don't give a shit that
you're a guy, that was the best sex I've ever had."

"Good," said Marcus, "then let's keep meeting like this."

Still on his back, he glanced up at the deserted spectators gallery and saw
blue coveralls disappear behind the door.

"The security guard," he thought, laughing to himself, "is sure not going
to hassle me about swimming late now."