Date: Wed, 16 Apr 2003 07:13:59 -0700 (PDT)
From: Matt Man <mattman207@yahoo.com>
Subject: Pool Man, Big Man

Behind the neighborhood elementary school is a double baseball field.  It
is not all that large, but it is a great place to take my dog for a run.
The fields together are large enough that I can throw his ball as far as I
can.  For a big dog, it makes a great place to stretch it out a bit.

Just above the ball fields is a city swimming pool.  It's a small pool but
works well for the neighborhood kids.  The college kids who staff the pool
have it pretty easy as this working class neighborhood does not have many
of the problems that plague other inner city pools.

The ball fields get pretty busy in the summer.  The evenings are full with
little league teams and late nights bring adult softball leagues.  Late
afternoon there is a soccer league of some sort for small kids.  So my time
on the field with my dog was either early morning or late at night.
Occasionally I could get to the field right after work, before the evening
teams arrived.  It was during that period when the college kids working the
pool were cleaning up from the afternoon and getting ready for the evening
session.

It was during one of those late afternoon/early evening workouts with my
dog that I noticed the kid working at the pool.  He was fairly short,
compact, but very well built - like a fullback.  He was no Adonis, but he
was cute enough to notice from a distance.  The one thing I could see
clearly was the cast on his left arm.

Although I am 100% gay, my look and demeanor has been described as
"suburban dad."  I'm 45 and at 6'2", 235, I carry a few more pounds than I
would like, but I carry it well.  Playing with my dog on that field, I look
like any of the neighborhood dads who frequent the place.

As I was playing catch with the dog one evening around 5:30, I noticed the
kid at the pool with the cast watching us.  He was clearly enjoying the
antics of my dog - he's very entertaining.  I was enjoying watching the
kid.  He had on nothing but his red lifeguard trunks and his cast.

The little leaguers were beginning to show up and so it was time for us to
leave.  I decided to leave by walking past the pool to get a closer look at
the lifeguard.

As I was walking along the fence, the lifeguard came over and stuck his
hand through the fence to pet my dog.  Of course my dog was all over this,
as he loves attention.

"Hi, I'm Dave and this is Stony," I said.  "Hey!  I'm Mike.  This is a
great dog.  I watch you guys over here all this time."

"He really enjoys the run, but it gets so hot that I have to be careful
that he doesn't overheat.  He'll go home and pant all night."  All the
while I'm saying this I'm keeping one eye on the dog and the other on this
stud.  It was very exciting to be this close to him and my body was
beginning to react to him.

"You ought to bring him back some night for a swim.  We're not allowed to
do that, but when I'm closing up, you could let him slip in and get in the
pool.  I'm usually here until about 9:30 or 10:00 depending on what all I
have to do.  I'm not only the manager, but I also do maintenance to make a
few extra bucks."

"It must not be easy to do pool work with your arm in a cast.  How'd you do
that?"

"You don't want to know how I did this - something stupid.  But it's a
fiberglass cast and water doesn't bother it.  Just a little awkward."

"Well thanks for the invite.  Maybe we'll take you up on that some night."

"Sure, come back tonight.  I'll be here."

So will I, I thought as we headed home.  Mike was a good looking guy.
Light blonde hair, a barely noticeable go-t, well toned body with some
light hair on his chest.  But with the baggy lifeguard suit, it was hard to
tell much about his package.  I guessed he might have been 20 or 21.

By 9:30 that night I realized the re-runs on TV were not going to hold my
interest and Mike's invitation was ringing in my ears.  So I figured what
the hell!  That's the great thing about having a dog: he always needs
walked and so if I headed over to the field it would look like I was just
there to walk him.

The pool lights were out as were the field lights.  I figured I had missed
Mike and would just walk the dog.  As we headed onto the field a voice from
the pool called out, "Is that you Dave?"  It was Mike.  He was still
closing up.

We quickly changed routes and headed to the pool.  Stony was way ahead of
me heading toward his new best friend.

"I'm glad you guys came back.  I enjoyed talking earlier and this is a
great dog."

"I think he likes you as well, Mike."  Stony was jumping and licking and it
didn't seem a bit fair to me as my eyes were all over Mike.

"You think he'd want to go for a swim?  I put the lights out already but he
should be ok, don't you think?"

I led Stony over to the steps going down into the pool and he was swimming
in a flash.  He's a natural swimmer and obviously the biggest challenge
would be getting him back out.  As Stony swam, Mike and I chatted.

He was a twenty-one-year-old junior at Penn State.  He had grown up in the
neighborhood and used to swim in this pool as kid.  He was an only child
and his dad had died when he was very young.  Mike had been a football
player - a running back as a matter of fact but he did not play college
ball, as he was too small.  It didn't seem anything about this guy was
small.  He had a thick, well built body and a fantastic tan.  He was not
only great to look at, but he also seemed very comfortable and very much in
control of himself.

All the while we were talking, Stony was swimming and running in and out of
the pool.  He provided great entertainment and provided us with a great
source of conversation.  He was also a good distraction for me, as I could
feel a great deal of sexual tension.

After a bit, Mike needed to get going and so I called Stony and headed out.
Mike said to come back any time.  He obviously meant it.

So the next night, I went back around the same time.  Mike was there by
himself.  The lights were out and he was just finishing vacuuming the pool.
He stopped to pet Stony and say hello to me.  As he was finishing up his
"chores," as he liked to call them, the vacuum hose caught on the rope
fastened along the edge of the pool right by me.  He told me to get in the
water and unhook the hose.

I was more than a little surprised by his tone and started to say something
to lighten the moment, but he had turned his attention to Stony.  I felt
like an idiot standing there with him ignoring me.  Finally I figured what
the hell, took off my shoes and t-shirt and jumped in the pool to unhook
the hose.  As I was pulling the hose up out of the pool, the water started
to flow back out of it and with that water, most of what had just been
vacuumed from the pool washed back all over me.

Mike came running, apologizing for what had happened.  He kicked my T-shirt
and shoes out of the mess and continued apologizing.  I told him it was no
big deal and that I would help him clean it up as he was obviously having a
hard time maneuvering everything with his broken arm.

When we finally got everything taken care of, Mike said, "Go in the locker
room and take your shorts off and get a shower.  I'll get you a towel."  I
started to protest but between not being able to go home with the mess all
over my shorts and the prospects of being naked with this college stud, I
shut my mouth and headed for the locker room.  Again, however, I was a bit
surprised by his direct, authoritative tone.

I was naked and rinsing out my shorts when Mike came in.  He had two towels
and in a quick motion he pulled his lifeguard trunks off and stepped into
the shower next to me.  He was beautiful.  Not a perfect body, but the
perfect guy next door's body.  He was such a masculine, down-to-earth young
man!  And while his cock was still very flaccid, it was a nice size and
obviously had the potential to get bigger, although it was showing no sign
of doing that yet.

"I locked the gate so Stony should be ok," Mike said.  I wasn't the least
bit worried about the dog.  I couldn't believe what was happening to me
right here.  My cock was suddenly rock hard and I was going to hurt myself
trying to conceal that.

"You're a big guy, Dave," Mike commented without seeming to make eye
contact.  Was he referring to my hard-on or my body?

"You work out much, Dave?  You look like you take good care of yourself.  I
see a lot of dads come in here to swim with their kids and they are big and
sloppy but you're really pretty well built."  This guy was killing me.  I
couldn't believe that things were taking this turn and here I was with a
guy half my age who seemed to be so much more comfortable than I was with
what was happening.

I finally figured what the hell and dropped the pretense and turned to face
him.  He didn't even look at me or my raging hard-on.  He seemed to know
exactly what he was doing and how he was affecting me.  And he showered as
if he did this all the time.

"You look like you're enjoying yourself here, Dave.  Do you find this
situation turns you on or is it me?"

How do you answer something like that?  I was never very good at either/or
propositions in my college logic class.

"I guess it is some of both, Mike," I stammered.

"That's a good enough answer, Dave.  You interested in some fun?"

"Yes," was all I could get out.

As we moved from the showers out into the locker area, the room was nearly
dark.  I could hear Stony still sniffing around and hopping in and out of
the pool.  My cock was dripping in anticipation of what was happening and
Mike was in the pool manager's office getting some things.

When he returned I was standing there with the towel wrapped around my
waist and my hard-on tucked inside.  I had put my glasses back on.

"I didn't tell you to put your towel on, Dave.  I'd like you to follow my
directions here and we'll have a good time.  Will you be comfortable doing
what I say or do you want to leave now?"  Another of those either/or
propositions.

I dropped my towel and stood still, naked and ready.  Dave asked, "How
adventurous do you feel?"

"I don't do anything unsafe, I don't want to get hurt and I don't want any
marks," I said nervously.

"Relax, man, I'm not going to hurt you.  This is about having some fun and
feeling good.  Relax."

With that he took both my hands and put them together.  In a second he had
them tied securely in front of me.  "Does that hurt or make you feel
uncomfortable, Dave?"

"No, I'm ok."

"Relax, man, this is going to be fun.  Listen to your body.  Why do you
think you've had that hard-on since you first saw me?"

This guy was very perceptive.  He knew exactly what he was doing.  He knew
exactly what he wanted and he knew I was ready and willing.

There was an elevated cot in the corner of the locker room, probably for
people who were injured or sick.  Mike led me there and had me stand at one
end of the cot facing it.  He went to the other end and told me to keep my
feet on the floor and lay forward.  He took the rope that was binding my
hands and pulled it to the other end of the cot and tied it underneath.
Then he came around behind me, pushed my legs apart a bit and tied my
ankles to the legs of the cot.

I was starting to get nervous again.  "Don't worry man, I'm not going to
hurt you and the outside gate is locked.  You're fine.  You tell me anytime
you want me to stop but in the meantime, keep your mouth shut unless I ask
you something."

At this point I was firmly tied to the cot and Mike was in total control.
Next he took my glasses off and blindfolded me, although it was so dark in
the room that I could barely see anything anyway.  Again he asked if I was
comfortable and I said yes.

The next thing I knew he was smearing my ass with what I assumed was some
kind of lube.  It was greasy, not liquid.  The way my legs were positioned
put my ass in a very exposed position.  He really had free entry and he was
easily working his fingers with the lube in and out of my ass.  Of course
my hard-on had not gone down a bit and the added stimulation of the very
soft cloth on the table and the ass play were really pushing me to the edge
much faster than I normally get there.

I'm not really much of a bottom but Mike's attention to my butt and his
very gentle fingering were making me anxious for what came next.

"You feeling comfortable?  You ready for something more?"

"Yes," again, was all I could get out.

I could feel him positioning himself behind me.  His groin was up against
my ass and I could feel that his cock was hard, even though I had not seen
it hard.  It felt large and I was determined to take it.  He was very
gentle.

Mike began to work the head of his cock all around my well-lubed ass.  He
was pressing just the head of it in my ass.  After a minute or so of this
teasing he plunged all the way into the hilt and just rested there, letting
me adjust.  It hurt like shit, but I wanted to please this stud and so kept
quiet.

In a second, he started to fuck me, slowly, all the way out and all the way
back in.  His rhythm was gentle and slow but very deep.  As he continued
this for a minute or so he started to pick up speed.  The position I was
in, my weight pressing my cock into the cot, Dave's cock pounding my ass, I
shot my load in a second.

He didn't even notice.

He went on fucking me like this for about five minutes.  He stopped as
suddenly as he had started and lay across my back.  I could feel his spasms
deep inside me and he made not one sound.  He finished and just rested
there a moment.  The cast on his broken arm was resting across my back and
his forehead was on that.

After he pulled out of me, he quickly untied my ankles and came around and
took off the blindfold and untied my wrists.  He was very gentle helping me
to stand back up.  When I finally got my vision back in focus he handed me
my glasses.  He was so gentle and accommodating.  His cock was still hard
and he had left the condom on, probably to assure me I was still safe.  I
reached down and removed the condom and it's contents.

"You want to shower again, Dave?"

"Yes."

When we finished showering, Mike took his own moist towel and started to
dry me with it.  As he went about his task, he talked.  "I don't know what
it is about seeing a guy like you, Dave.  You have no idea the effect you
have on me.  Maybe it was not knowing my own dad.  Maybe it's because I'm
on the small side and big guys represent power and control and I like to
swap positions with them.  Maybe it's the feeling of security and
protection I get being around a big guy.  For whatever reason, you turn me
on more than you can imagine.  Would you mind if I sucked your cock for
you, Dave?"

Before I could answer he was on his knees in front of me and my cock, which
had never really gotten soft, was buried in his throat.  It only took a
couple of minutes of his throat action before I was ready to shoot again.
I tried to pull out but he grabbed my ass and held on and took my load in
his mouth.  As I finally pulled out of him, he licked my cock clean and
licked his lips, leaving no trace of what had happened.

Once dressed, I was not looking forward to the walk home - mostly uphill
and now with no energy.  Mike assured me I could stop by any evening when
he was working.  I will go back.