Date: Mon, 7 Oct 2013 20:59:13 +0200
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Subject: At The Pool Part 3

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At The Pool Part 3


The next day little Tommy wanted to go to the pool again. When he and his
father Eric got there Ben and his son Jack were not in their usual place so
Eric quickly spread his towel in the secluded dappled shade were he could
see the entire end of the sunning lawn. Tom went searching everywhere and
came back panting, "They're not here today, Daddy." He flopped down on his
father's towel and pouted.

Eric pulled him onto his chest, embraced him and kissed his lips, almost as
disappointed as his son. He'd fantasized on the drive over of fucking
little Jack Ass again and watching Ben's short but thick cock ramming his
son's tender pink hole. "That's OK, Pussy," Eric let the word slip
out. "Tommy. We'll have fun without them." He pushed his hand beneath his
son's trunks and squeezed his ass cheek, then tickled the butt pucker. Tom
pushed back against the curious fingers.

Eric then stood up and made a casual display of removing his clinging white
tee shirt and baggy pink shorts. In his black Speedo he was a muscular
dream of a 31 year old man with a full basket. As he lay propped up on his
elbows, his legs spread wide enough to look inviting, his son cozied up on
the far side under an arm with his head on his father's chest and his hand
on his belly. Eric's sunglasses hid his eyes as he studied the few
groups. Five teenagers on the grass not far away looked interesting. Three
boys, one about nine, the others about sixteen and eighteen; and two girls,
both about nine or ten he judged. And then without thinking he rubbed his
crotch.

After watching them for a while, and watching them watch him, he adjusted
his baseball cap, and then he seriously adjusted his cock so that the thick
tube hugged his thigh instead of coursing between his heavy balls. With
that move one of the girls cupped her hand over the middle boy's basket. He
turned immediately toward her. Eric could not see, but he knew she was
rubbing his cock. She openly watched him as her elbow moved rhythmically
between herself and the teen boy, so Eric adjusted his cock again, which
began to stiffen toward the edge of his hip bone.

The boy being rubbed turned and saw Eric's tanned rippled stomach and meat
bone straining against his black Speedo. He pushed the girl's hand away,
and a row seemed to occur. The girl got up and left, the boy followed, and
a few minutes later the other girl left. The oldest and youngest boys
remained, and turned their towels so they could see Eric and Tom.

With closed eyes Tom idly twiddled his father's nipple, then slowly moved
his hand down his stomach to the hip bone where he lovingly squeezed his
spongy prick head before resting his hand over his father's belly and
kissing his side. Watching, the older boy's cock began to rise. He turned
onto his stomach and reached for the sun oil.

He handed it to the younger boy who squirted some onto the other's back and
rubbed long and happily. Then he oiled the legs, spending a lot of time
between the thighs, Eric thought. The older boy squirmed a little on his
towel. When he finally turned over the younger one squirted some oil right
onto his pulpy crotch turning the light blue fabric darker. "Goddamn it."
Eric could hear. Then some more words he could not, and the older boy got
up and walked toward the shower room. The younger one followed.

"Go see if you can help him get cleaned up, Tommy." Eric grinned at his son
who went right into the shower room where he found the older boy had taken
off his swim suit and was rubbing it with liquid soap from the
dispenser. His cock hung long and smooth. Like nothing Tom had ever seen it
was dark brown with a bright pink head like a rose bud on a fat stick, and
Tom stared at it.

"I'm sorry, Matt." The younger boy said. "Don't be mad."

"Shit, Pete. Just don't do that again. OK?" Then Matt noticed Tom who
grinned as Matt stepped into his swim suit.

Before he pulled them over his cock Tom said, "You should wash here too in
case it's all oily." And he rubbed Matt's cock with soap.

Matt immediately asked, "You like that?" Tom nodded, and Matt put his hand
on the back of Tom's head who didn't need more than that. He bent down and
sucked the beautiful pink rose bud into his mouth. "Yeah, you like sucking
my dick as much as my little brother does."

"I do not, Matt." Pete said and left them just as another man entered the
showers. Matt put the water on cold and turned to the wall. Tom followed
Pete.

"Pete," he called. Pete turned. "I'm Tom."

"Hi. You're new here."

Tom smiled. "Yeah, we just moved here, and your brother has a neat cock."

"But they make me suck them all the time and never do me."

"Who?"

"Him and my dad, and some friends."

"Well, I'll suck you whenever you want. I just started doing it with my dad
and I like it best of anything. I guess I just like cocks. I like your
brother's. I bet I'd like yours too."

"OK, whatever." Pete left the shower room.

Not knowing what else to do Tom went back to his father and told him
everything that had happened. Soon Matt came back into the sun and sat with
his arms on his knees next to his brother Pete and stared out into middle
space. Actually he was staring right at Eric's crotch. Eric scratched his
balls, and Matt rubbed his lips on his wrist and looked away. When he
looked back Eric had removed his sunglasses and was grinning at him. When
Matt grinned back Eric said, "Tommy. Be an angel and go for a little swim,
and see if you can get Pete to go in with you."

Tom looked around and kissed his father on the lips, then got up and walked
to the pool. As he did he looked at Pete and rubbed his ass cheek. A minute
later the two were frolicking together in the shallow end and giggling as
their hands were all over each other. When Matt looked at Eric again he
nicked the eighteen year old over to him. Matt rubbed his lips on his wrist
again, looked around, no one he knew, and walked toward Eric like he needed
some shade.

"Sit down, Matt. I'm Eric."

Matt sat on Tom's towel right next to Eric. "Nice to meet you, Sir."

"What?" Eric laughed. "My name's Eric. OK? Not Sir."

"You're that kid's dad, and he's just a year or two younger than my
brother, and my dad makes me call all dads Sir." Matt stretched out his
legs and crossed them.

"You have beautiful legs. How old are you?"

"You're pretty nice too. Just turned eighteen, last week."

"Well, I turned thirty-one last week, so don't make me feel like an old
fart. Call me Eric. OK? Or Ricky if we get to know each other better."

"Wow. My dad's seventy-one. I wish I had a dad like you."

Eric grinned and ran his hand over the fine sun-blond hair of Matt's thigh,
then dug in between them and hefted up his basket so his cock and balls sat
in a nice plump bulge on the surface. "That's better. Nothing like being an
eighteen year old hunk." Eric looked around and then leaned over and licked
the boy's nipple, sighing, "If I had a son like you, Mattie, I would suck
his cock every day. Tommy says you have a real nice one." Then he licked
the nipple again and leaned back on his elbows. His cock strained to burst
out of his Speedo.

Matt stared at it, his mouth half open until Eric turned on his side away
from the lawn. Facing the teenager he untied the string of his Speedo,
stretched the front open until his giant cock flopped out onto the
towel. Then he gave a little flick of his hips, and like ripe peaches his
huge testicles hung nearly onto the towel too. All clean shaven and shining
with oil. "Fuck," Matt panted, his eyes glued to Eric's genitals. He'd
never seen a sexier man.

"I would love to, Mattie. You have such a nice round ass." He moved the
boy's hand to his cock shaft. Matt held it, trembling. He'd never touched
such a handsome and hung man before. Eric looked over his shoulder and
said, "Keep an eye out for prowlers, and turn on your side so I can get at
you." When he did Eric pulled down the front of the boy's suit. "Ooo, Tommy
was right. You have a beautiful cock." He stroked it a few times. When it
was rock hard he moved his hand under the fabric and over the smooth
muscled ass cheeks. "When was the last time this beautiful ass had a cock
up it, handsome?" When Eric's fingers tickled the tight ass pucker Matt let
out a sigh of pure bliss and panted. Their eyes met and Eric leaned in for
a quick kiss, then licked his fingers.

"I've never been fucked." Matt stared spellbound at the giant cock again
and lovingly stroked its now dripping head, certain now that he wanted it
in him. "My dad just makes me suck him off. He likes Pete better now. He's
younger. We do him and a few of his friends. Pete's old enough to really
likes it." Matt slid his hand over the slippery glans, fascinated by its
shining, lobed beauty. "Wow," he panted as he slid his hand down the thick
shaft and cupped the humongous balls in his warm hand.

"And you don't like sucking cock?" Eric asked.

"I don't like having to when I don't feel like it. And none of them is as
--." Matt stopped talking as his hand once again glided up the magnificent
shaft.

"As what?" Eric stroked the boy's hair.

Matt looked right into Eric's huge, soft blue eyes, then looked away,
embarrassed. "As wonderful as you." He whispered.

"You have a real charm, Mattie. Know that? Put some spit into your hand and
put a finger up my ass. Will you?"

"What?" Matt looked eager but scared.

"Like this." Eric spat into his hand and slipped under Matt's swimsuit
expertly landing the dollop of spit right into Matt's crack. His finger
slowly tickled the virgin man hole as Matt trembled with desire. "Stroke my
cock, Mattie. I like you doing that." And after a moment. "What do you do t
keep in such good shape?"

"Soccer. And hand ball." Matt was somewhere else. He stared at the
beautiful organ and stroked it with all his desire as Eric's finger pumped
a gentle rhythm in and out if the virgin anus. His panting increased as the
finger went deeper, and he stroked the huge meat pole with more
hunger. When their eyes met again Matt whispered, "What, here? Right here
on the grass?""

"Wait until the boys come out of the water and let's see. Maybe not, but
soon, I hope, if you want to."

Matt looked around. It had been hard to make out what went on in the
shadows so he quickly bent forward and took the irresistible cock head into
his mouth. Eric groaned, "Oh, Mattie. You are so beautiful." He pushed his
head down. Matt gagged but held himself on the huge shaft until Eric
quickly pulled him up to a kiss.

After getting his breath he asked. "What do you do?"

"Anything you want, Big Hunk."

"I meant to keep in shape."

"Oh," Eric grinned. "Rowing. I love it."

"I've always wanted to learn that. Maybe you could teach me. We could do it
together."

"We could do a lot of things together." They stroked each other's cocks.

Just then Tom and Pete came out of the water. "I'm cold, Dad." Tom snuggled
up against his father.

"Hi, Pete. I'm Eric. Go over and get your guy's towels and bring them over
here. OK?"

"Sure." Pete ran off.

"Not like that, Tommy." Eric said as his son clung to his backside. "Let
Matt get in the middle." When Matt climbed over him Eric pulled the hunk
down so his body laid one on him. He kissed the boy again and said, "Mattie
is so hot, Tommy. He'll warm you up real fast." As Matt settled between
them like three spoons in a row Eric kissed his neck and continued
fingering his anus."

"Eric. I don't know. You're so big."

"I don't either, Big Hunk, but I can't resist trying. I won't do anything
you don't want. I promise." When Matt turned toward Tom Eric said, "Tommy,
push your ass up against him. He'll warm you up right away."

"Dad?" Tom looked around. "Right here? You mean like yesterday?"

"Why not? I know you like his dick. You said so. Don't you want him to warm
up your ass. I bet he's good at it."

Pete was back with the towels and Eric told him to throw them over the
group and sit against Tom and watch the crowd at the pool. "Why?" Pete
asked.

"You'll see, Petey." Eric grinned and pulled Matt's bathing suit down to
his knees. The teen willingly lifted his legs and let Eric remove them
totally. Naked, the boy lay between father and son, his cock hard and
dripping, its head swollen and pink. Eric stroked the beautiful brown mast
with its pink flag at the top. "Grease your ass up, Tommy, so Matt can slip
this nice piece of meat into you."

Tom immediately squirted oil onto his ass and onto Matt's raging
hard-on. Eric aimed it right at his son's hole and popped the head in. Matt
gasped, "Wow, Tom." Tom rocked on the shaft under the spongy head, sliding
the stiff meat slowly deeper and deeper. As he did Matt felt fingers
exploring his anus. First one, then another with it. He groaned and turned
his head. "Shit, Eric. I haven't ever done this, and you're huge."

Eric fingered the tight anus and kissed the teen's back. "Don't worry. No
one's in a hurry. We'll go as far as we go." He pulled his fingers out of
the tight ass and licked one. The other he stuck in Matt's mouth.

Matt sucked it for a while and then guided the hand back between his
cheeks. As he slow-pumped Tom's oily anus his own pucker relaxed around the
invading fingers. He panted and grabbed Eric's wrist, pushing him deeper,
then held his ass cheek up and groaned when three fingers deep-pumped him
before pulling them to his mouth and sucking them like candy.

"Jeeze, Eric." He panted, then gasped when he felt the giant glans press
between his ass cheeks. "What if someone comes over." He groaned as the
fingers returned to his soft pucker and worked against the pumping he was
giving Tom.

"You cover up, and we roll on our bellies. Pass me the oil, Tommy. Matt
here is getting a nice ripe butt flower and needs his pucker greased."

After passing his father the baby oil Tom stroked his hard cock. "Let me do
that." Pete said and took over the smooth sliding up and down Tom's
glistening shaft. After a few minutes Tom's cock seemed to grow before
their eyes, and Pete panted, "Wow, Tom, what a cock. Can I suck it?
Please." His enchantment was total and unstoppable.

"Someone might see, Pete."

"Just for a second." Pete curled down and slurped in the huge cock head,
almost like his father's. Pete sucked professionally so Tom gagged him a
few times, which they both loved.

"Someone's coming." Matt said and started pulling out of Tom's ass. Eric
pushed him back in and sighed, "Shush..."

Pete curled up next to Tom like he was asleep. Eric rolled onto his back,
bent his legs to hide his throbbing erection and picked up his book. Matt
and Tom stayed quietly locked in a deep fuck, their torsos as far away as
they could push.

The stranger, a man about forty walked slowly past. Tanning oil made every
muscle of his slender torso shine attractively. Matt covered his face with
his arm, but Tom and Eric watched him squeeze his crotch. Under the white
spandex they could see circumcised thickness move. He then stood at the
edge of the pool where he put his hand inside the back of his swim suit and
scratched his ass crack at them before diving into the water. From a short
distance he casually watched the group in the shadows.

"You think it's OK?" Matt asked Eric when he felt fingers spread his cheeks
again.

"Looks better than OK to me." Eric held the bottle of oil high enough for
the stranger to see him squirt some into his hand. Then he lifted Matt's
leg high enough for the other to see him returned his fingers to Matt's
butt. Lost in anal bliss Matt pumped Tom harder now, riding the two fingers
opening his virgin hole. When he really got going he felt Eric's prick head
pop into his pucker.

He gasped as ass fire coursed through him. "Eric. God. What are you doing?"

"Shush, Big Boy. Just slowing you down a little." Eric kissed his
shoulder. Matt reached behind and held the mighty shaft. His fingers
wouldn't go around it. Eric whispered, "Tommy is just a kid and he took it
the first time. You take just as much as you want, Big Boy. OK?"

Matt nodded and looked around. No one but the man in the pool who had waded
closer for a better view. Holding Eric's huge shaft excited him more than
anything ever had. He wanted it so much. He wanted this man to fuck
him. Why wasn't Eric his father, or his brother, or his lover? That he
could be. His lover. He wanted this cock so much. He stroked the oily shaft
and pushed back in burning ecstasy. HIs whole body trembled.

"Go slow, Angel." Eric whispered and licked the boy's neck. But Matt
couldn't wait. He reached between his legs, past his balls to his anus
where the shaft's beautiful head was buried in him. Then he pulled up the
towel and reached behind again and stroked the ten inch stump that would go
up his ass.

Matt craned his neck and sighed, "Eric..." When Eric's tongue went into his
mouth Matt began to rock his pelvis. Forward his engorged shaft dripped
deep into Tom's warm ass, backward his fire-filled anus induced a euphoric
rapture, and his whole body moved in rhythmic waves of delight like some
magical creature whose only reason for being was to engulf the flaming meat
rod that pressed into him, to give it all the pleasure it sought in his
lust hole.

He groaned as his ass loosened, the virgin hole now an anal pussy that
swallowed with hot desire the giant meat shaft inch by inch. As he rocked
slowly over the steel hard meat Eric watched the man in the pool. After
coming to the edge and watching the first painful penetration he went
quickly for his towel and returned into the shadows. He walked around
observing the crowd. Sure that everyone ignored them he returned and sat
not fifteen feet away from the group where he sat bent legged and stroked
his cock. Eric grinned, and the stranger pulled his cock and balls out of
his pouch and began masturbating.

Matt rocked back and forth in anal rapture. Despite Tom ass riding his cock
in perfect harmony, his whole concentration was on the horse meat that was
finding its way up into his soul. When he began to sweat he turned to Eric
for another kiss and saw Mr. Slope jacking off next to them. "Eric," he
whispered, holding the impaling shaft to him. "That's my freshman math
teacher."

"He's more than that now. He just wants to watch." Eric held Matt's ass
cheek up and pumped two digs into the virgin hole knowing his clenched ass
would be a turn on for Slope behind him.

Matt held Eric back with his hand between them. The giant shaft seemed way
too thick at the base and too long to go all the way into him. As Eric
gently pumped Mr. Slope inched forward and reached between them. He took
hold of the five inches of slippery meat waiting to go into the boy and
swizzled it around Matt's anus. When Matt felt the strange hand he eased it
away. "Please, Mr. Slope. Not now."

Slope reached over Matt and held the base of his cock tightly as it slid in
and out of Tom's ass. "You are so hot, Matt." The high school math teacher
then fondled the boy's testicles.

"Please, Mr. Slope, not now." Slope moved away and continued
masturbating. Eric knew what Matt wanted and couldn't deny the boy. He
eased his cock out of the tender ass pussy hole. Matt gasped, "What?"

"Come on, Big Boy. I'm taking you home where we can do it right. Want to?"

Matt turned and kissed Eric softly and then cried.

"What, Mattie?" Eric whispered. "Don't cry. What?"

"I want that so much, Eric. I want you in me so much."

"Ohhh, Mattie, baby. Let's dry those big beautiful burning brown eyes and
get you dressed and out of here."

Matt stared at Eric. He desperately wanted this man. Eric smiled, ran his
hand through Matt's silky brown hair and tweaked a nipple. Then he sighed,
"You know something, Matt? You could make me fall for you with a look like
that. Let's go."

"What about me, Dad? Tom's whisper was sad.

"What about you, Popsicle?" He kissed his son on the lips. "You know I love
you more than anything in the world. But it doesn't mean I can't find
someone for me."

"Like mom, you mean?"

"Yeah, Pop sucker, like mom. Only different. More like Matt actually. He's
got eyes that make me want to... I don't know...?"

"Fuck me?" Matt finished the phrase. "I want you to, more than anything. I
want you to want me."

Matt smiled so broadly Eric thought he might cry again."Matt, the way you
look at me. Yeah, I want to fuck you. I want your legs over my shoulders. I
want to hear you loving every deep lunge, wanting me as deep up your ass as
I can get. Wanting me to slap my balls against your ass. And I want you in
me too. Come on, you guys. Let's go." Eric stood up and dressed, then
walked over to Matt's old math teacher. "Sorry we didn't get you off,
Slope. Maybe next time." He laughed.

"Sure." Jay Slope answered. "Thanks for the show anyway. See you around."

"Want to fuck me when we get to our house, Pete?" Tom asked as they walked
toward the car. "You can, if you want. Dad will be busy with Matt, I bet."
In the car Tom got Pete's pants down to his ankles and stroked his cock.

"Take your pants off too." Pete said. When they were both naked they
compared cocks. Pete was mature for a nine your old. Having drunk cum most
of his life his balls were full, plum-sized orbs with just the beginning of
a few hairs. His cock would be like his brother's, long and thin and
perfectly formed.

Two years younger Tom had just started his cum diet. His balls had just
dropped, but in just eight days he was amazed to see they had sprouted like
mushrooms and were almost as big as Pete's already. His cock had not yet
begun its astonishing growth, but the head was already like a ripe,
succulent peach, thick and meaty, and Pete couldn't resist. He bent down
and sucked it with all his heart.

The two in the front seat sat quietly listening to the slurping sounds
coming from the back. Once in the drive they looked at each other. Eric was
irresistible. Matt looked eager and scared at the same time. "What is it?"
Eric whispered. "Shall I take you home?"

Matt shook his head at once. "No. I just want you to like it. I want you to
want me."

"Oh, Baby" Eric smiled and leaned over to kiss him. "You don't have to
worry about that for a second. Let's go inside."

"I've never felt anything like this before." Matt whispered.

"It's only just begun, Big Hunk." The wonderful, wet kiss electrified them
both.

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