Date: Tue, 22 Jan 2002 21:59:46 EST
From: MARTINPRPL@aol.com
Subject: MISCELLANEOUS DUTIES FOR MR. BLACK

During my first session of college summer school, I took a part-time
student position as a pool desk clerk. My main duties would be to check
IDs of students using the pool, answer phone calls, fill out a few
obligatory forms, and be available for miscellaneous duties when called
upon.

It was a miscellaneous duty which came first. Before the pool would be
reopened for the summer term, I was told that I would be assisting the
aquatics director in cleaning the locker rooms. They were not really in
that bad a shape, but the shower area of the men's locker room really
needed scrubbing.

Early in the morning of my first day of work, I walked to the natatorium
and sported work clothes and tennis shoes. The night before, I had gone
to bed early and, eager to sleep, I dispensed with the usual jack-off.
The five-thirty alarm awoke me to an erection, but since I had to be at
work at six, I did not have enough time for relief then, either. I
opened the door to the lobby with the key I had been given, and through
glass panels I realized that the pool director, who was also the swim
team coach, was swimming laps in the heated pool.

Eager to get to work, I went ahead into the locker room and scanned the
situation. The walls needed a little paint and the floor and lockers
could stand to be shined, but the shower area was indeed a mess.

The swim team's last meet a few months before had been out of town.
After they won their victory, they had never come back to shower here.
Still strewn all over were disposable razors and cans of shaving cream,
the remnants of the group shave, and the drain holes were covered with
hair soggy with cum. Jock straps and Speedos hung from the shower
nozzles, and soap cakes that had been "dropped" in the shower shone like
pebbles everywhere. What a task! With paint chisel in hand, I began
scraping the pubic hairs and pearly semen from the drain covers.

After I had scraped the twelve strainers underneath the twelve shower
heads, two rows of six opposite each other, I heard the metal door from
the pool area open into the locker room.

"Well, Ricky!" (He used my college nickname.) "I see you've already
gotten started. That's great! Good morning!" Mr. Black's sinewy body
glistened from above his black Speedo up to his tight abdomen, hairy
chest, broad shoulders, dark eyes, and black hair surrounding a top-bald
head. Water dripped from his snug swimsuit and down his muscular legs
and onto the grimy tiles of the shower floor. He turned a faucet
opposite me, and warm water sprayed into the enclosed area.

"Hey, I can tell the drains are working better already," he said as he
quickly wiped shower water over his body with his hands. "And all this
water is helping, too!"

"I have an idea," he said. "Let's turn on all twelve of the showers and
really get this place scrubbed." Mr. Black proceeded to turn on the six
shower heads against his side of the room. Since I was dressed, I
stepped out of the way of the water with each new downpour.

As water filled the area, the drains could not handle it all, even though
they had just been cleaned off. As the rising water moved around the
soap on the floor, the bars started foaming into suds. Mr. Black took
one of the white towels that had been lying around, dipped it into the
soapsuds, and began to wipe the far wall with it.

"Shit," he said, as some of the suds ran onto his bathing suit. "I'd do
just as well without these so I don't mess them up!" His thumbs adroitly
pushed down into the waistband, and the trunks slid off his sturdy legs
in an instant. He threw his suit out onto a neaby bench. Unabashed, he
continued his scrubbing, his fleshy thick dick with its cut head slopping
as freely as the wet towel.

Inspired by his enthusiasm, yet not wanting to appear too anxious, I,
still clothed, turned on the six shower heads against my side of the
room. Intentionally soaked, I said, "Looks like I'd better get out of
these, too!" I went into the locker room area and stripped as fast as my
trembling hands would let me. I hurried back into the shower room, not
fully conscious of my semi-erection.

Following Mr. Black's example, I took the towel I brought in from the
locker room, sopped up some of the standing soapy water with it, and went
to work on the wall behind the shower heads on my side. Like exercising
in a warm rainfall, the cleaning duties were both relaxing and
invigorating. It was delightful to look over and see Mr. Black's firm
ass muscles contort as he swiped his towel along the wall. And with each
side view of his marvelous equipment, I noticed that his plump dick was
getting longer, and his small balls were becoming more taut in their
sac. Often, he would look over at me and smile.

Mr. Black and I scrubbed walls for fifteen minutes without speaking a
word. Just being aware of each other's naked presence gave us energy.
Then I was suddenly diverted by a wet towel hitting my back. I spun
around to see Mr. Black laughing at me. Without pausing to think, I
threw my towel back at him and hit him in the groin. He slipped over to
me and began wrestling with me as we were still standing. He then
playfully rubbed his fist over my head, and then we were back at work.

Mr. Black went out to the storage closet to get a mop, and I took
advantage of the moment to slide my soapy fist over my cock, which was
attaining full erection. When he returned, I just watched as he sloshed
the mop around in the soapy water over his side of the shower area.
After a few minutes, Mr. Black held the mop out to me. Reaching to grasp
the handle, my left foot went out from under me and, as perfectly as if I
were sliding into home base to win a baseball tournament, I slid directly
between the coach's furry legs. He immediately tried to help me up, but
the laughter and the slippery floor added to the awkwardness of the
moment. Reaching up to grab his hand, I instead grasped onto his
nine-inch hose. When I finally regained my balance, Mr. Black hugged me
with his strong arms and laughed. "Are you all right?"

"Not too bad for someone who found the soap you must have dropped!"

As I finished mopping my area, I once again was surprised from behind.
Mr. Black had attached a hose to a spigot in the nearby laundry room and,
using it to rinse our suds away, aimed it straight at my ass. It was a
shocking yet pleasurable experience.

He sprayed the room, he sprayed me, and then he had me spray the grime
off him. His gorgeous fleshpole bounced like a diving board as he
paraded around the room to turn the showers off one by one.

When he had turned the last nozzle off, he left to turn the water off in
the laundry room. Returning with two dry towels and a can of liquid
cleanser, Mr. Black announced that we had one more detail to take care
of. He poured some cleanser into one of the towels and spread the towel
out in his hand. He then made a fist around the first shower head pipe,
and stroked it mightily. "Nothing like a good shine to make a place seem
clean," he advised.

Turning to throw me a towel, the coach saw that I had taken all I could
take. In the pure ecstasy of the moment, I was beating my meat in time
to Mr. Black's strokes on the pipe.

Mr. Black came to the middle of the shower area and stood beside me. In
camaraderie, he began fisting his tube with one hand and rubbing his
other hand over my chest, with my nipples as hard as Hersey's Kisses, and
over my abdomen.

I had just wrapped my free hand around to fondle Mr. Black's ass cheeks
when he smiled and wailed. The first shots of his wiener juice hit my
thigh like so many bullets. As he continued to stroke, he emptied
himself onto the checked tile floor and finally onto his hand.

I guided his drenched hand to my dick, which he stroked masterfully, with
the strength and grace of a swimmer. I rubbed my thumbs under my
nipples. Close to the final moment of pleasure, I guided Mr. Black's
hands back to my chest and torso. He rubbed gently as my brain started
buzzing in ecstasy, and my balls pushed the cum out of my body and then
three feet away onto the shower room floor. Dizzy and dazed, I kept
cumming, and when it was over, I looked into Mr. Black's smiling eyes.

"Looks like we have some more cleaning to do, but you and I will have to
meet to do it later. I've got some more laps to swim before I go to the
cafeteria for breakfast. Can you join me?"

Giving him a smiling "what-do-you-think?" look, I followed his naked ass
to the swimming pool. I swam laps in tandem with the coach, gliding as
gracefully as our hands had swum in each other's laps just moments
before.

At breakfast, Mr. Black told me that at the end of the next full
semester, the pool itself was going to be drained for cleaning. "That,"
he promised, "will be a project for you and me and the entire swim team."