Date: Sun, 12 Feb 2017 01:15:29 +0000
From: Tiao Wu <hjk7359@hotmail.com>
Subject: Here Cums the Neighborhood: Part 5

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Chapter 5 - Water


The blue of morning began to seep into my room, prompting me to open my
eyes. The room was a blur, and still unfamiliar to me. I'd taken time to
stack books on a bookshelf. Calvin and Hobbes comics mostly which I read
when I was younger, and even still today. The blinds my dad were fiddling
with were still broken. I'd break them myself every night if it meant
having him stop by my room to fix them each time.


I was still naked, realizing I must have drifted off to sleep after sucking
off my dad last night, and getting to cum after Dad sucked my dick. My cock
was already awake and ready for more. I'd realized in the span of just one
day, I had cum seven times; four times more than Dad. Even after Dad left
me that night, I felt I could have done it again, and again. Was this
normal for someone my age? Is this what I would be doing every day? If it
was, I wasn't about to complain. Cumming was fun. I liked doing it.


I heard the sound of sizzling bacon downstairs. Dad was already up. My
stomach rumbled at the smell of food, so I launched myself out of bed,
shoving on a pair of gym shorts, so I wouldn't be lumbering around without
clothes on.


Though, I thought, would that have been so awful?


I reached the kitchen to find my dad scraping eggs and bacon from a pan,
sliding them onto two plates. He was wearing a clean wifebeater with
sweatpants which gave me an easy view of the outline of my dad's cock. It
wasn't hard, but its size was still showing through.


"Mornin' son," Dad said, glancing at me, up and down.


"Morning," I said, boner already tented in my shorts. Seeing my dad,
knowing what was beneath those clothes, I couldn't help it. Dad flipped the
faucet, letting the pan rinse, steam pluming toward the ceiling. I stepped
behind my dad, only reaching the height of just the middle of his back, and
ran my hand over the bulge in his pants, giving a gentle squeeze, as if I
were a bird perching on a branch.


Dad jolted with surprise. His hand wrapped around my wrist, shooing me
away.


"Whoa, whoa," he said. I recoiled. What did I do wrong? "Let's eat first,
buddy." I laughed slightly. I should have realized. Hot food. It would get
cold.


"Sorry, Dad," I said sheepishly.


"S'fine," he said, lifting the two plates. "Yer a horny little guy. It's
normal." It felt good to hear him say that. All of this pent up energy. All
of these questions I'd been filtering in and out of my head. It felt good
to know that they were all normal. But still, I wanted to just jack off
right there. I'd woken up with the purpose of cumming, and I realized that
I was going to have to be patient.


The dining room seemed much more spacious filled with daylight. Blinds
sliced the sun making shadows against us as we ate. I put hot sauce on my
eggs, Dad just at them plain. I ate quickly, hoping that if I finished, we
could play some more. Maybe he would kiss me again, maybe he would suck my
dick. I just hoped that I would get to wash breakfast down with more
cum. That seemed to be what I was craving the most.


Dad seemed to be taking his time. I was already finished. I sat on my hands
patiently, watching him slowly shovel each bite into his mouth. Licking his
lips, his jaw muscles clenching and tightening with each chew. I swung my
legs out of excitement, my barefeet brushing up against my dad's legs. Just
feeling his tight calves against the soles of my feet was enough to get my
dick throbbing, but as if to torture me, he kept eating slower and
slower. Scraping the plate for the smallest morsel as if not to waste
anything.


"You're a slow eater, Dad," I said, shakiness in my voice.


"S'good not to rush when you eat," he explained, chewing on a piece of
bacon, locking eyes with me. "Savor every bite. Never know where yer next
meal might come from," he looked at me dead in the eyes. I swallowed. Eggs
and bacon were good, but I wanted my dad to feed me more.


Finally, Dad finished up his breakfast, tapping his fork against his plate.


"Y'wanna take my plate to the sink?" he prompted.


"Yeah, sure, Dad," I said a little bummed out. I walked around to his side
of the table, putting my hand out. Before I could even think, my dad's
strong hand gripped my shoulder, shoving me to my knees. "Git down there,
boy," he said. He pivoted over so my face was at his waist, still seated in
his chair. I gulped, eyes widened staring at the bulge of his balls in his
pants. I could smell his cock through his sweatpants. He flipped his
wifebeater up a little bit, to reveal his cock springing out from the
waistband of his sweats, already leaking with precum, a web of it in his
treasure trail. I exhaled slowly in awe of its perfection in broad
daylight.


I climbed up gripping his thighs with my small hands, diving face first on
to Dad's glistening meat.


"Ahhh, yeah," he growled, rolling his eyes, "Yer still hungry, huh?"


"Mm-hmmm," I grunted as I already found myself devouring half of Dad's
cock, swirling my tongue, doing as he said, savoring each inch, like I may
never eat again. Precum glazed my tongue, and I was in heaven. I raked my
hands through my dad's leg hair, pulling on the waistband of his sweats,
letting his balls flop out. My hands sifted and played with the warm sticky
skin, kneading and rolling his balls between my fingers, which made more
precum slide into my stomach.


I pulled off his cock to get some air, and promptly stuffed my face into
his ballsack, hardly fitting one of his massive balls into my mouth. Dad's
legs jolted with each sudden movement. I tried fitting both in at once, but
together, they were too big for me. Dad's wet cock painted against my
cheeks, as I soaked his balls with my mouth.


"Mmmmm, yeah, jus' like that, Seb," he groaned deeply. I gazed up at him as
I enjoyed the scent and taste of his nuts in my mouth. His body swayed to
and fro as if he was in a dream. I relinquished his balls from my mouth,
and ran my tongue from the base of his shaft, all the way up to the tip,
and swallowed three-quarters of his cock in one full gulp, slightly gagging
on the way down.


"OH fuck, Seb! Yer gettin' too good at this!" More precum spilled into my
mouth. It was delicious, but I was dying for his entire load.


I came back up for air, eyes blurry and bloodshot, panting slowly.


"Git back on there, son," he said almost whining. I inhaled before diving
back down, slobbering on my dad's meat once more. I worked my hand around
his thick cock, and jacked him off as I sucked. Dad's hands wrapped around
the back of my skull, and his hips thrust into my mouth. I clutched my
dad's hide as he pounded into my throat with his cock, the ends of my hair
starting to drip with sweat.


"Fuck, Sebastian. Fuck, fuck, fuck yeah," he chanted. I furrowed my brow as
I struggled to keep up with him. When he used me like this, I knew that
meant he was close to cumming. I grunted as he pushed deeper down my
throat, his pubic hair brushing my face, stretching my jaw to the absolute
limit.


"Seb, I'm cummin'," I held both hands onto my dad's thighs, holding on for
dear life, and pushed my head as deep as it would go, choking on Dad's
cock, spit leaking from my lips, pooling around his dick. "Fucgh,
fughuuugh, I'm....cum...grahhh!" Cum flooded into my mouth in rapid spurts,
and I savored every drop, desperately swallowing his warm juice, eyes
rolling back into my head. Dad held his hands out as if to keep his
balance. I swirled my tongue around his cock, making sure that nothing was
left behind. When I let off his cock, strings of spit mixed with cum
stretched from his skin and streamed down my bare chest. Dad reclined in
his chair in pure euphoria. My dick was still trapped in my gym shorts,
envious of his orgasm.


I leaned back licking my lips thankfully. My dad suddenly swooped his hands
under my armpits, pulling me to his lap, so my legs straddled his waist,
his softening cock resting like a log between my ass cheeks. He ran his
tongue along my torso, cleaning up my spit/cum mixture, and then pulled my
head to his, and ravenously kissed my lips, his stubble scratching me. His
tongue explored my mouth with his hips grinding his cock in between my
ass. I let out a low moan. I didn't even know being touched down there
could feel good.


His hands grabbed my small chest, fiddling with my nipples, kneading and
rubbing my muscles, all while kissing me, and humping against my
shorts. His hands felt up and down my back, and eventually made their way
lower, sliding the back of my shorts down slightly, making the top of my
ass stick out. He slid his hands beneath my shorts entirely, squeezing and
massaging my tiny ass with his sizable hands.


"Mmmm," he whispered into my ear. "That's my growin' boy," he growled. I
could have cum just by being handled this way, precum forming a radiating
stain in my shorts. Keeping one hand on my ass, he moved the other one to
the front, pulling out my throbbing dick. His teeth nibbled on my lips, and
I was being sent into overdrive. His fingers poked and prodded my tight
butthole, while his other hand stroked my dick, using my own precum to make
it more slippery.


"Mmmph....MMPH," I wailed into my dad's mouth as he continued making out
with me, even harder as he heard my cries. I heard the slick sounds of my
cock getting milked by my dad, and knew I wasn't going to last much
longer. I rode on top of my dad's lap like a rocking horse, feeling the
firmness of his hand and his own cock teasing my ass. My stomach started to
twist with eagerness and I could feel it in the tips of my toes that I was
getting close.


"MMMMPH! HHHHMPH!" I whined, holding onto my dad's chest, shoulders, neck,
whatever could keep me grounded, as cum darted out of my dick that jolted
and twitched in my dad's hand. Dad moaned into my my mouth. My back began
to arch as pleasure seared through my body. My dad let go of my lips, and
started kissing, biting and licking various parts of my skin. My neck,
shoulder, chest, nipple, feeding himself with my cum by dipping his fingers
in each silvery trail.


I rested my arms around my dad's neck in exhaustion, which caused him to
lash his tongue into my mouth once more, growling like an animal the whole
time.


"Haaa, Dad...." he sighed. "It just feels so good," my hips involuntarily
continued to gyrate on top of my dad's lap, grazing against his cock. "I
don't want to do ANYthing today! I just want to stay home with you." He
laughed.


"We can't just do this all day," he explained. I could sense his mutual
disappointment. I knew he had more years than me. More orgasms under his
belt. He'd matured, and cumming wasn't his whole life. It frightened me
that I had even suggested that I wanted it to be my whole life. "The world
keeps turning, as much as it feels like it all stops when yer cumming up
buckets."


"Is it really buckets?" I asked excitedly.


"Well," he licked his lips, "No, but it's gettin' there." I twisted my
mouth disappointedly. "The more often you cum during the day, the less
that's gonna come out."


"Really?" I asked, almost upset. I wanted to cum a lot like my dad, and he
certainly wasn't saving it all up. "But every time you touch me, I get so
hard down there. The only way it stops is if I cum." I shifted my weight on
his lap, slowly humping against his waist.


"I know, son," he squeezed my shoulder. "You'll learn to control it. You'll
realize the longer you let yourself save it, the better it'll be when you
finally cum." He kissed my stomach. "You'll see." I was already getting
hard again, inflating inside the space within my dad's sticky hand. My dad
chuckled.


"C'mon. Let's get a shower, and then you need a swim-suit," he spanked my
ass, slightly. "No cumming while we're in the shower," he instructed
sternly, gripping my arms. "We gotta get a move on."


I nodded my head. "Yes sir," I said disappointed. Maybe Dad was
right. Maybe it would be better if I came less.


In the shower we mainly talked. I asked questions about if he ever felt
like I am now. Did he ever get to cum with his dad? When my mother came
home would we be able to keep doing it?


Dad laughed nervously at my curiosity.


"Sebastian," he said running his fingers through his hair, his pits full of
dark hair damp with water, which began cascading down his body, forming a
waterfall right at his semi-hard dick. "It's all really complicated." He
let water hit his face. I looked down at my erection, and back at Dad. It
didn't seem that complicated to me. We both get horny, we both make each
other feel good, what's the difference? What was so complicated about that?


"T'answer yer first question,"--did he ever feel like I am right
now--"Yeah, son. Absolutely. I was horny all the time at yer age. I jacked
off 5-6 times a day if I could." I smiled. Relieved to know that Dad had
gone through what I'm going through. I spread soap on my skin as I listened
to my dad talk about being my age.


"I jacked off to everything. Sears catalogs, with the girls who wore
bathin' suits, girlie magazines that me and my friends traded with each
other, all the time. Mostly just had to use my imagination, though." I ran
soap across my chest, pushing on my small but still sinewy muscle, making
sure to scrub under my arms, suds frothing and sliding down my body.


"And yeah, I came with Gramps. He's the one who showed me how." My
attention was peaked. I'd only met Gramps once. I was four, and it was at
my birthday. My dad has always kept to himself, but Gramps, he really kept
to himself. Only when he was talking to me did he warm up. He left my
sister alone. He'd bounce me on his leg, steal my nose, ruffle my hair.


"Gram-gram found out about Gramps showing me how to cum, and kicked him
out." Soap slid off of me, revealing shiny and clean skin. My dick harder
at this point, hearing about Gramps and Dad like this. "Never forgave'r for
that," Dad said as he ran the shower water across his back, washing himself
clean from soap.


"So you can prolly figger out the answer to yer last question," could we
still have our fun when Mom and Lisa come home. A lump rose up in my
throat.


I coughed, clearing my voice. "She wouldn't like it?" I asked, earnestly.


"Ha. No, Seb," he said sliding his hands across his ass and around the
underside of his groin, scooping his hand beneath his balls and stroking up
the rest of him. "She wouldn't like it." I bit my lip. My eyes were welling
up with tears. I moved in front of Dad, back facing him, holding my face in
front of the warm water, letting the tears spill out, not wanting Dad to
notice. I exhaled out one whispering sob.


I knew right then that I hated my mother. She came to one
lake-swim. Once. When I was in fourth grade. She was hot and sweaty the
whole time, and complained that she got a sunburn. I got third that day. It
wasn't a big deal. I knew it wasn't. Dad was there, though. I remember
hearing his whistle, cutting through the water. I remember him saying how
excited he was watching me passing up the other kids. My mother pouted on
the drive home, her hair sticking to her neck from being in the sun. Dad
and I talked excitedly about things like "potential" and "conditioning".


"Maybe we can think of something more productive to do next weekend," she
chimed in cheerfully. We both kind of shut down. Listened to her updates on
what was going on with her. I was used to it. It was customary. Listening
to Dad shut down while we were in the shower, though. I couldn't help but
think that I was, once again, losing my Dad to someone who didn't truly
love either of us.


I stepped out of the shower, leaving Dad to continue. My erection was still
present, but not as full as before.


I pulled a towel from Dad's towel rack, let the air conditioning dry me
off, and headed toward my room to get dressed. Even though I thought I hid
it already, I continued crying. What was I supposed to do? Feeling a
hard-on punch against the fabric of my shorts felt like prison. I didn't
want to be like Dad where he had to jack of 5-6 times a day. Especially
when there was someone just in the next room that could let that cum be
used in a better way.


It was all just so unfair.


I got dressed in my jean shorts and a T-shirt with Robocop on it and waited
downstairs near the front door, and waited for Dad to be ready to leave,
sitting on the window sill, resting my elbows on my knees.


After ten minutes, Dad emerged from the hallway wearing a polo shirt,
jeans, and his boots. I scowled at the feeling of my dick pulsing in my
shorts, trying to ignore it.


"Ready to hit it?" he asked.


"Yep," I replied.


We jumped into the truck, and with a roar we backed out of our driveway and
hit the road. Looking out the window, I saw Mr. Grisham mowing his front
lawn. He was wearing just a T-shirt and jeans, and his sweat stains allowed
me to see his skin, his muscles. Even though he didn't look it on the
outside, I could tell Mr. Grisham had a nice body. Not like my dad's but
still, it was nice. I saw Paul pulling weeds, stooped over his house's
front lawn flower beds. I saw his shoulder blades dancing under the fabric
of his shirt, and noticed his butt crack peeking out of his shorts. The
whole sight made me hard, and I adjusted myself.


Dad chuckled. "You gonna make it?" he asked, lightly.


"I'm fine," I said brusquely, continuing to sulk. I was frustrated. Dad
could control his urge to stuff his cock into anything that'd be willing to
take it, and I was stuck sitting cross-legged hoping no one would
notice. Dad just smiled, knowingly. He understood what I was going
through. If anything I needed to realize that I was privileged. I got to
experience much more than he did as a kid.


We pulled into the parking lot of a Sears in our area. At 9:30 AM, only
maybe nine or ten cars were parked in the lot. We walked in, the cool air
conditioning swept over us, and I followed Dad over to the clothing
section, which took sometime. Neither of us knew where we were going. Dad
approached a small rack of different bathing suits. On the rack hung
board-shorts, speedos, all types.


"Whaddya think?" Dad asked as he flipped through different types of
suits. Some of the suits were just for casual swimming, but I had my eye on
the suits that were more competitive. I knew that the more the suit formed
to the swimmer, the more effortlessly the swimmer could pass through the
water.


"I guess I'll try these three." I grabbed a pair of striped board shorts, a
shorter yellow swimsuit, and a blue speedo. We walked over to the fitting
room, noted that we had three items, and the fitting room lady took me to a
dressing room.


"I'll be out here if ya need something, Seb." I shut the door behind me,
and tossed the clothes onto a wooden bench that was sat in the corner of
the room. A tall mirror stretched toward the ceiling. I sighed, stripping
off my shirt, jeans, and briefs. I glanced at the mirror to see my naked
body, my dick somewhat hard, definitely not as full as it was before. I
stared at my dick, scowling at it. Why couldn't I just go back to being how
things were? Where I didn't care about cumming, where I didn't feel like
someone who bites their nails, and having their hands tied behind their
back.


I yanked the board shorts off the bench, and stepped into them one leg at a
time, pulling them over my erection, the head still peaking out from the
waistband. I adjusted it, sighing in exasperation. It was like having a
rock in your shoe. I stuffed it beneath the fabric, staring at the
mirror. My dick now rock hard was punched furiously against the fabric. I
tried walking around, but my dick kept jabbing against the front of the
suit, so all I could do is do a sort of waddling limp.


"Dad?" I called out. Some silence then--


"Yeah, son," he voice seeped through the wooden shutters of the dressing
room door.


"Can you...what do you think?" I asked awkwardly. I tapped the door knob
lever, letting him in. When he saw me, my sheepish face, fully hard dick
tented in this bathing suit, he couldn't help but let out a bark of laugh.


"Ha! Well, it definitely fits ya," he came around and stood behind me, both
of us facing the mirror. I'd thought I hit a growth spurt, but I still only
came up to just the middle of Dad's stomach. I felt my hair brushing
against his abdomen. He rested his hands on my hips, pushing down on the
waistband. Then he ran his finger between the circumference of the
waistband and my skin. His touch made the hairs on the back of my neck
stand up, and chills run down my spine, as if Dad was transferring
electricity into my soul.


"Yeah, definitely fits ya," he reached around and tugged on my dick. I
sighed in pleasure, my legs starting to buckle. "Here, why don' ya try on
the other one," he reached over and grabbed the smaller yellow suit. "This
one wouldn't really do ya too good swimmin' laps." He had a point. Board
shorts were for...well surfboards. Even though we lived in the hill
country, people still wore them. They were trendy, I guess.


I dug my thumbs into the waistband and wiggled out of the board shorts
letting them slump to the floor. My dick bobbed up and down, I stared it
down in the mirror. We weren't at home, so this couldn't be the right place
for this.


"Here ya go, Seb." He stretched the waist of the shorter suit out, allowing
for me to step inside. As my legs slipped into the soft, mesh material, Dad
cupped his hands along each leg, smoothing out my skin, his nose, and
scruffy facial hair scraped against the side of my ass. I felt my balls
twitch at the feeling of his hands and warmth grazing against me. Dad
scooted the suit up, climbing toward my hips. Using his left hand, he
tucked my cock away within the fabric, which made my stomach clench
slightly. Dad stood up once again examining the fit. Looking at myself, it
was pretty short. While the board shorts stretched down to my knees, this
suit just barely reached to past my mid-thigh. My dick still stuck out
against the yellow, the fabric bunching and pinching from its force made it
look like a cartoonish sun shining beneath my waist. The force from my cock
was pushing the waistband from my stomach. Looking down, I could easily see
the base of my shaft, and balls cradled by the white mesh inside. I
imagined walking out to the pool like this. Everyone would be able to see
my hard on. It made me a little uneasy, but also a little excited. To have
those eyes on me. The way Dad was looking at me right now.


"I dunno, Dad," I said skeptically. "It's pretty short."


"This is what swimmers wear. Then you'd wear this one," he grabbed the
speedo, "underneath to race in." I fiddled with my hard-on trying to make
it fit in the small shorts.


"I guess so." He stretched the speedo and handed it to me.


"Here, one more." I pulled the yellow shorts off of me, dick throbbing at
this point, protruding from my waist and stretching diagonally, rocketing
toward the ceiling. Glancing at Dad, he had a tight bulge in his pants
going as well, which wasn't helping me focus whatsoever. I took the speedo
in my hand. It was ridiculously small. When I was naked, I couldn't help
but laugh at the thought of how this could possibly look. I slipped the
stretchy piece of blue fabric around my ankles and pulled and stretched the
speedo over me. I shifted my hips from side to side in order to get the
speedo in place. I released my fingers from the fabric, and the waistband
fired against my skin with a SNAP!


It was incredibly tight. Almost as though I wasn't wearing anything. The
air conditioner's breath brushed against my legs and down my back, giving
me goosebumps. I crossed my arms, rubbing the sides to keep warm. I looked
silly, I thought. My hip bones poked out like ridges of a cave, my
shoulders were beginning to cower inward. My knees, despite my thighs
gaining some fullness, were knobby, showing that I'd grown at least three
inches since summer began. The tightness of the speedo definitely kept my
boner from poking forward, but...


"Hmm," Dad grumbled. My dick was poking out the left side of the speedo,
totally exposed. Dad kneeled in front of me, taking my dick in his hands,
lifting and adjusting the speedo, my dick, my balls. I was still short
despite my hardly noticeable growth spurt. With my dad kneeling in front of
me, his head came to the middle of my chest. No matter which way he tried
to rearrange things, my cock was peeking out, and the more he handled me,
the more horny I was getting, the more clear precum that wrote graffiti on
this bathing suit.


"Uh, Dad," I chimed in. He looked up at me, with deep brown eyes, that made
me weak, that made me want to do whatever he asked. "I-I...I don't think
it's gonna work," I said quietly, hoping no one would hear me.


He let go, sitting back on his feet, putting his hands on his hips. He let
out a sigh, staring at my hard on, which at this point was turning a deep
red from the tightness of the bathing suit. Dad's brow when from twisted
and confused, into relaxed, as though he'd figured out the answer. Then
suddenly, I felt the roughness of his hands starting at my heels and
elevating up the backs of my legs and thighs and finally at my ass. He
folded his fingers into the waistband, and started shedding the speedo from
my waist, kneading his fingers into the softness of my ass on the way
down. As this spandex curtain was lifted from my waist, my dick gasped for
air. I exhaled in relief.


"D-D-Dad?" I whispered. "Don't...don't you think that..." Before I could
say more, Dad dove onto my cock, slowly engulfing it with his warm mouth. I
gasped sharply, feeling his tongue coiling around my dick. His movements
were slow, and all I could do was shudder and grip my dad's head to keep
from falling over.


"Alright, here ya go," I heard the fitting room attendant getting closer to
our door. "Let me know if you need anything!"


My neck tightened, as I lowered my jaw, to cry out in pleasure, but knew I
couldn't to keep us from getting in trouble. Dad forehead pounded into my
navel as he went deeper and deeper down my cock. My legs trembled as my dad
sucked and pulled on me. He scooted toward me on his knees, holding me by
my ass. My only choice was to shuffle backwards toward the bench. I felt a
vibration in my dad's throat, growling as he devoured my aching meat. My
breath became more labored and sharp, but my dad continued to guide me
toward the bench. Finally, the backs of my legs pressed against the cool
wood and I stumbled backward, flopping down, my back pressing against the
painted wall of the dressing room, my dad overtaking me from the waist
down. I clenched my eyes shut as waves of pleasure jolted through my legs
and arms with each purposeful slurp from my dad's mouth. His right hand
coiling around my balls, stroking my cock, his left supporting my lower
back, kneading my tightened muscles. I bit my lower lip, doing everything
in my power from crying out in utter joy.'


"Ffffuck, Dad," I whispered, gripping the back of his head, and thrusting
into his mouth, just like he had done to me. I felt a scowl overtake my
face as I more aggressively dug my dick into his throat, pushing as deep as
I could. My dad snarled as he used both arms to scoop me up from my lower
back, lifting me into the air, my cock still down his throat, my naked back
sliding against the wall, until he was standing. My body was a hammock. My
legs draped over my dad's shoulders, the speedo still dangling from my
ankles, and my dad's arms served as the support beneath my back. I was
immobilized. All I could do was lay in my dad's web of limbs, and submit to
the orgasm he was going to give me. And he was going to give it to me
whether I was ready to cum or not. His face was reddening, veins growing on
his neck, sweat beaded on his brow and forehead, looking me dead in the eye
as I continued to disappear into him.


I could feel my balls stirring, electricity building in my thighs, under my
arms, behind my eyes. I gulped down air as much as I could, chest heaving,
fingers digging into my dad's scalp to keep from moaning. Suddenly--


KNOCK KNOCK!


"Everything OK in there?" My eyes widened. My dad slurped my cock slowly
one last time, not breaking eye contact.


"All good in here. Right, son?"


"Y-y-yeah!" I barely managed to speak. My balls ached, my dick sprang
against my belly, pulsing, desperate to cum.


"Ooookay!" I listened to the attendant's footsteps grow quieter.


"K-keep sucking me, Dad," I whispered. My dad raised his eyebrow at
me. "Please," I corrected myself. He clutched my side as he buried himself
into my waist once more, my vision dancing with multi-colored lights. Sweat
began to snake down my spine, my toes curling tightly. Cum inflated my
balls, and I knew it wouldn't be long before I was going to bust in this
dressing room.


"O-oh, God." Dad continued bobbing up and down on my cock, refusing to
stop, playing into my desire. "Dad!" I whispered, nodding, feeling my body
become lighter than air, floating toward some unknown ceiling of
pleasure. "I'm---" before I could even finish my thought, I was emptying my
load into my dad's mouth, my eyes bugging out of my head, my jaw
contorting, in a brief glance to the full mirror of the dressing room, I
saw myself in a state I'd never imagine. An exorcism. My limbs spidering
around my father as he extracted every drop of cum he could, milking me
dry. My muscles began to quake as I stifled every bit of noise that I
could, easing my lungs steadily of the air I was holding inside my chest.


My tumultuous orgasm subsided like a storm, and my dad slowly lowered me
onto the bench, leaving me in a tangled mess, like laundry.


He licked his lips, "Yep, I think the blue and the yellow ones will work,"
he leaned over and tossed my clothes onto me.


I was in a daze. Carbonated. Every fiber of my body fizzy, and out of
control. My legs made small jolts, as my orgasm came and went in waves. A
bead of cum inflated at the tip of my penis. My dad clapped his hands
together as if just finishing a job. He saw me in my state, smirked, and
reached for my underwear and shorts. I mustered enough strength to move my
legs and arms. My heels clicked against the shabby carpet. As if with a
mind of its own my hand floated to my dick, squeezing out the last couple
of drops of cum. My cock slick from my dad's spit. My dad knelt down,
lapped up the last drops of cum, and slid my underwear and shorts around my
ankles and legs, shimmying them up to my waist. Then he draped my T-shirt
over my head, and I, zombified, slipped my arms through the sleeves. Dad
lifted me from under my arms, and I fell into him, burying my head into his
chest, wrapping my arms around him. Exhausted.


"Let's go, Son. No time to nap now." And so we grabbed the suits we wanted
to buy, and left our domain. I took one final look at the unassuming
dressing room, a streak of my sweat painting a strip of the wall where my
dad held me. I felt myself, hard in my shorts still. My skin clammy, my
cheeks flushed. I shuffled through the store, still coming down from my
orgasm. My dad walked with purpose. We paid for our things, and headed back
to the truck.


Putting my seatbelt on, I finally started to regain some energy.


"Dad!" I finally said, out of breath. "That was really fun!" Dad, with his
wrist draped over the steering wheel, gazed at me. He'd never looked more
handsome. Shirt tucked in, jeans tight, hair dusting every inch of
him. Instead of responding, he lunged toward me, kissing me on the lips,
tongue penetrating my mouth, his teeth nippling my lower lip. When he
pulled away, with a loud smack, he gruffly exhaled, wiping his mouth with
his arm.


He sighed. "Yer doin things to me, Seb," he said low. He started the
engine, put the car in reverse, and we pulled away toward the next stop on
our schedule.


"Whaddya mean, Dad?" I asked. "Have You Ever Needed Someone So Bad" by Def
Leppard was wailing over the radio.


"I mean," he cleared his throat, "yer makin' me horny. Yer makin' me act
differently," he said, eyes focused on the road.


"Is that," I paused, unsure, "good?"


"I dunno," he responded. "I'm likin' it," he said with a grin, which made
my heart swell. We reached a traffic light. A long light from the looks of
it. Dad squirmed in his seat, shoving his thumb into his waist, giving it a
slight pull. I glanced down to see that he was hard. Dad scratched his
upper lip, nonchalantly. I stared more at his crotch. My mouth salivated at
what I knew was in there, and I realized: I hadn't sucked him off while we
were at the store. I mustered up the courage to reach over and feel my
dad's crotch. Dad just continued staring ahead at the car in front of
him. I adjusted my legs so that I was facing him. I leaned over and rested
my head against his lap. His signature must wreaked through his jeans. With
my hand, I slipped my fingers through his button fly, heat radiating from
the fabric. With a tug from my fingers, the buttons one-by-one came undone,
and to my surprise, my dad's cock sprang out like a snake-in-a-can, and
landed with a thud across my face.


"Yeah," he said, unassuming, "need t'do laundry when we get home." He
adjusted his hips so his cock swept across my face. "Ran outta briefs." My
breath shuddered.


"Uh-huh," I said hypnotized. All this meat stuck to my face. His pubic hair
tangled in my nostrils. My dad's thighs twitched and flexed as he switched
from pedal to pedal beneath the wheel. His arm rested around my back, so he
could change gear. I glanced out the window to see other businesses, trees,
cars blur by, as he drove. My jaw dropped, almost instinctively, and
allowed my dad's dick to ease its way into my mouth. My eyes fluttered from
the smell and taste. Already, there was precum, salty and sweet, ready for
my to taste. My tongue slithered around the slit of his dick to savor each
bit. I extended my jaw even more to allow more my dad to snake down my
throat. Each bump he drove over, his dick naturally would jolt further, and
slide away.


"Fuuuuck, yer mouth feels nice, boy." His words encouraged me to take more
into my mouth, though I was already feeling sore. It wasn't a comfortable
position to be in, but I was driven to make Dad proud of me. I sank further
toward his hips and waist, taking his dick deeper into my mouth, coiling my
tongue around his thick shaft as I moved up and down. I tried clutching the
base of his cock like he'd done to me, using my spit and his own skin to
milk out as much precum as I could. "Yeah, get down on that cock, son." I
could tell he was distracted, but he was doing his best to keep an eye on
me, and the road. My mouth plunged deeper on his cock, coating my mouth
with his warm precum, drool escaping the sides of my lips. I rose to the
surface for air, leaving his dick with a "pop!" My dad, hands and his left
knee trembling, cranked the truck into fourth gear, letting go of the
stick.


"Nah, don't you stop yet, Seb. Keep goin'." With that, he used his now free
hand to rake his fingers through my sloppy and sweat-damp hair to push me
back on his dick. We must've been on the highway at that point, because Dad
was full-fledged thrusting into my mouth, arching his back, balancing on
his heel to alter the gas or brakes. Dad started grunting and gritting his
teeth, making sure I wasn't going anywhere. It's these moments that I hoped
would never end with my Dad. He'd worked so hard to provide for me and our
family, and I loved the feeling of returning the favor. Whether it be doing
work around the house, or moments like right now: where I was going to
swallow, suck, slurp, and deepthroat my dad--allow him to jab the back of
my skull with his thick cock--allow him to smother my face with his pubic
hair until...


I heard the noise of the truck accelerating. My Dad's balls became tight
around the base of his dick.


"Seb...Sebastian...I'm..." his hand was on the wheel, knuckles turning
white, the other pulling and pushing my head onto his cock, beads of my
spit flicking and flecking onto my face and his balls. "I'm gonna fucking
cum. I'm gonna fucking cum!" It almost didn't sound like him. It almost
sounded like fear, or maybe exhilaration.  "Sehhhb, FUCK, G-G-GKK."


The acceleration came to a stop. Cum surged into my mouth, between my
teeth, down my throat, spilling out of my lips and ran down my chin, but I
pushed further, trying not to let any drop escape. "Aahhhh!" he cried.


I kept milking my dad with my lips, tongue, and hands, yearning to be given
more. Dad's back returned to resting against the seat of the truck. The
truck started to slow. "Have You Ever Needed Someone So Bad" began to
quiet. My dad's chest heaved as he returned both hands to the wheel, sweat
from his forearms dripped onto the back of my neck, and I carefully
continued cleaning and grooming my dad's meat for any excess cum. As I
lifted from my dad's lap, his cock still twitching, shining from my
treatment, he pulled into a parking space, put the truck in park, and shut
off the engine.


I looked at my dad, and he looked back, longingly, somewhat
breathless. Almost as if he wasn't done with me. Sweat dampened his polo,
around his pits, and chest. His neck shown with sweat, and beads of it ran
down his forehead. He glanced to the side mirrors, and quickly checked
behind him. Then, he leaned forward, flicked his tongue out, licked my
chin, and then stuck his tongue in my mouth. My tongue reached for his,
wrestling, my lips sucking on his. When he leaned away, his own cum--which
must have come from my chin--sat pillowed on his bottom lip.


"Some for me, too." He licked his lips. It was gone. He folded his massive
dick back into his jeans, and buttoned up his fly, the bulge still quite
pronounced beneath the thick denim. I wiped my lips with the back of my
arm.


"Where are we, Dad?" I asked, cum on my breath.


"Pool," he said, unbuckling his seatbelt. "Supposed to have swim practices
today. Thought we'd check it out. See if we can get ya signed up." I
smiled. I'd been eager to get back in the water, ever since we'd moved
in. Dad instructed me to grab the yellow short trunks and the blue speedo
to see how they work in the water. I wadded them in my hands, and we
stepped out of the truck and headed up to the entrance.


"Morning!" a chipper high-school girl bounced toward us. She was wearing a
yellow polo, short khakis, blonde hair tied back over a black visor. She
looked like a camp counselor. "Gotcher membership cards handy?"


"Uh, nah," my dad said. "We just moved here from out of town."


"Oh! Well, no problem! I can get you set up. Here," she pulled a clipboard
from out from seemingly nowhere, "just sign yer names here for me, and I
can get you started over by the office. Shouldn't take too long." My dad
took the pen from the top, and etched his name into the red gridded
paper. His arm brushed the sides of the sheet, leaving behind a smudge of
sweat. She looked us up and down. We were noticeably drenched in sweat.


"Hot one, isn't it?" she said. My dad and I glanced at each other. I felt
oddly nervous.


"Air conditioning's busted in the truck," he explained, handing the board
to me. "We've gotten pretty used to it."


"I hear ya!" she bounced. "Good thing the pool's open. If you both wanna
just come with me, I can get yer paperwork done."


"Uh, actually," my dad interrupted, "Can he go ahead and--"


"Oh yeah! If he wants to go ahead and start playing he can." She faced away
from us to point at each location. "Over there's the play area. We've got a
diving board, a HIGH dive, diving blocks, a couple of swimming lanes, and
over there is the changing rooms, lockers, showers, all that."


"I'll get this done, I'm gonna try to find the coach who does practices,
and then I'll come find ya."


"'Kay." And he went off leaving me by myself. I looked around. Not too
busy, since it was only around ten. Some mom's laying on beach chairs, with
their kids splashing around. One life guard sat at the center at her
post. It was pretty empty for the most part. I was hoping the changing area
would be equally as empty. Shuffling over to the changing rooms, I rounded
the privacy walls, hearing lots of chatter and noise. "Oh, no," I
thought. I didn't like the idea of getting changed in front of a bunch of
strangers. Sure enough, rounding the final wall stood tons of guys at
lockers, in the showers, flopping towels around their waists, packing up,
or unpacking. I stood somewhat frozen.


It appeared to be pairs of dads and their own sons, all undressing,
showering, as if there was some big father-son swim day or something. One
dad was talking to another, shirtless, towel in hand. Another son was
smearing sunscreen on his dad's hairy back, and down his shoulders. Another
dad was doing the same to his son's neck and ears. One dad was standing in
the large group showers with his son, casually soaping their glistening
bodies, water foaming at their feet, suds melting away around their private
parts. I could feel a tightness beneath my waist, and, mortified, knew what
was happening. I suddenly felt the urge to run out and find my own dad. He
would make me feel more comfortable in this space. I felt my feet turn to
leave, when I heard a voice.


"Ha. Hey, kid!," a man called to me. A man who appeared to be in his early
fifties stood near the back of the room, one arm up. "This locker's open."
He pointed to the one next to him. I looked around. No one was distracted
by his announcement. One pairing brushed past me, trying to leave, fully
clothed. I realized I was in the way, and moved toward him. The man
disappeared behind the door of his locker, and seemed to be stripping down,
ready to change.


I set my suits down, and opened the locker as well, blocking the view from
the crowd. I peeled my still sweat-soaked shirt off my body, and tossed it
in the locker. I awkwardly pulled my shoes and socks off and piled them
neatly inside.


I took a quick glance at the man next to me. His skin was leathery, like a
tanned hide, and was shaped solidly. A bit shorter than my dad, and a bit
heavier, too. He had long arms that were bulky and defined. As he pulled
his shirt off, I could see what used to be a chest of someone who used to
be in incredible shape, but with age and life catching up, had started to
form into a certain stockiness, and was completely devoid of any body hair,
aside from a crown of soft spiked hair, which was a bright and silvery
gray. A round belly formed beneath his chest, and unlike a beer belly that
would sag over a waistline, curved almost like its own muscle, punctuated
by a slight outie bellybutton. My dick was starting to stir the longer I
stared at him. He pulled on his swimsuit waistline with his thumbs,
revealing to me in a flash, a soft, yet round butt and as he pulled his
thumbs toward the front I saw the coiling of his dick pressed against the
suit and his thigh.


He glanced at me, and I quickly turned away.


"Hey," he said, smiling, "it's okay to be shy." I just nodded, and started
undoing my shorts. He scooted past me, his hand touching my shoulder, and
his belly grazing my back. "See ya out there." He walked off with the
stilted and pompous gait of a bodybuilder, without the intense muscle
mass. Others were starting to leave as well. I shook my pants and underwear
off, my dick springing into the humid and steamy air of the locker
room. Horrified that anyone would see me, I quickly slid my speedos on, and
ignoring the fact that it was hardly covering my penis, slid the yellow
shorts over them. Tossing my pants and briefs into the locker, I shook my
legs to loosen my muscles. I winded the privacy walls, and arranged my dick
strategically to not be so noticeable.


Outside, and dressed to swim, I found my purpose. I looked around for my
dad, but assumed he was still working with that girl, or trying to find the
swim coach. I stepped over to one of the diving blocks, and found the man
lying at one of the beach chairs now wearing sunglasses, wiping sunscreen
on his legs, pulling his suit up to rub and knead his thighs. In the sun,
his tan looked like copper, and contrasted sharply against his silver
hair. Noticing that I was looking his way, he gave me a smile, his lips
somewhat pink as opposed to his tan skin. I quickly turned away and climbed
the block, and decided that I would practice dismounting first. To get a
feel for this pool and how it works. I bent over, facing directly away from
the man lying on the chair, and pushed off the block with as much power as
I could, and punched through the surface of the water. The second I felt
the curtain of bubbles peel away from me, I tried dolphin kicking. My kicks
were awkward, and caused me to tilt instead of propelling me in a straight
line. I kicked up, and swam toward the surface. I splashed myself the
remaining distance toward the other side where they had another set of
diving blocks set up.


I pulled myself out of the water, climbed the blocks, and closed my eyes as
the cool air blanketed around me. It felt great to have that feeling
again. I wiped the water away from my eyes. I looked around to find my dad,
but still nothing. I shifted my gaze, across the pool and noticed the man's
face in my direction.


He had on sunglasses, so he could be just looking anywhere, or maybe he was
asleep, I thought. I put it out of my mind, bent forward and took another
leap into the pool. Felt better that time. Pulled myself out of the water,
to see the bottoms of the man's feet, his legs, thick, relaxed, and tan
spread slightly. The man's thumb resting in the waistband of his suit. A
thin film of sweat mixed with his lotion was forming on his chest. His face
remained unchanged. I turned back toward the blocks, "Please don't get
horny right now. PLEASE don't get horny right now," I thought. I dove in,
connected perfectly with the water, the bubbles tickling my skin, legs
dolphin kicking. I smiled as my hair drifted through the water. I slowed to
a stop as I peeled through the surface, realizing I'd dove, kicked and
surfaced at the other side of this lap, a good 25m.


I bit my lip as I pulled myself out of the water, and climbed the blocks
again. I took a deep breath before diving once more, but noticed across the
pool the man had his hand in his suit, his other arm resting behind his
head. Armpit devoid of hair. I felt my dick pulsing in my shorts, and tried
to ignore it, but leaping into the pool. I clenched my eyes shut, dolphin
kicked, trying to stay focused, but the man lying in the chair kept
flashing in my mind. I resurfaced, wiped my eyes, and pulled myself out of
the water. In front of me, I saw the man, stoically, rubbing the outline of
his crotch over his suit. His dick seemed to stretch all the way around to
his hip, and it looked thick as well. Thicker than Dad's possibly. I could
hear the sound of the suit material scraping against his hands, starting
from the middle of his waist, and stroking toward his dick head, pinching
the tip with his fingers. The speedos that had been doing a good job of
keeping my dick still, slipped, and I felt my dick spring from beneath
their spandex cage, and now pressing against my yellow shorts.


I quickly spun around and hopped on top of the blocks, shifting my suit to
keep my crotch hidden. I dove in, deciding I'd move to laps, hoping I could
just go into a trance, and forget about the man lying on the chair. I
dolphin kicked to what I thought was halfway through the lap, and surfaced
and moved into my freestyle swim. My arms felt great cutting through the
water, though I missed the sediment and richness of lake water, not to
mention that the chemicals in the pool were starting to hurt my eyes. I hit
the wall and spun into backstroke, catching my breath, as my Adam's apple
jittered with each gulp of air. The taste of my dad's cum seemed to come
alive as I took in each breath, which only caused my cock to stir even
more.


I stretched my arms out, anticipating the wall to reach me soon. Feeling my
fingertips graze the wall, I flipped backward, and kicked forward, morphing
into my butterfly stroke: easily my best style. I felt my arms fly above
the water, my sides almost like a dolphin's, hydrophobic, letting me speed
through the chemical pool with ease. Underwater, I heard a familiar splash.


Someone dove into the lane next to me. From the sound of their steady
splashing, I assumed they were also swimming laps. A challenge! I
thought. I picked up my pace and reach with my butterfly. I knew that
eventually developing my deltoid muscles to help me cover more surface area
of the water would benefit me, and from what I could tell, the person
swimming laps was about to catch me.


Hitting the wall, I tucked as small as I could and pushed off and moved
into freestyle again. I felt the force of my opponents jetstream hit me
like a thick wall, the water pulling my yellow shorts off of my waist. My
brain flickered with distraction. My opponent, my erection, and now my
missing bathing suit. I didn't want to stop swimming just to go back and
get my suit, but I knew that my hard on with the soft water sliding against
my skin was only going to make me harder. I clenched my eyes, and started
pounding the water more aggressively. Each stroke a flash of memory hit me.


My dad. My dad up close. My dick. The farmer. Sweat. Skin. Cum. Lots and
lots of cum. The man on the chair. Water. The dressing room. Sears. My
dad's exhale. The man on the chair. My dad's cock. Eight inches. Down my
throat. The man on the chair. His bulge. Feeding me. Lotion. Musk. Skin. My
dad.


BAM!


A flash of light struck into my eyes, and my hands instantly started
clutching my head. I swam into the wall. I felt myself sinking lower into
the pool. Half out of pain, and half out of embarrassment. My knees hit the
pool floor first, and then my feet, and then my elbows.


Suddenly, I felt an arm scoop me from my torso pulling me to the
surface. Air smacked me in the face as I broke the surface--the arm guided
me to the floating lane dividers, and I rested, breathless.


"Ha. Kid, you okay?" I peered my eyes open, and it was the man lying in the
chair. The man who called me over to him in the locker room. I looked at
him confused. My legs dangled like branches, drifting in the weightlessness
of the water.


"Y-yeah," I muttered.


"Banged your head pretty hard," he said feeling the top of my head. "Yep,
you're gonna have a knot right there. Here," he said, squeezing my
shoulder, "Let's get you checked out." He got out of the water, and using
his long and thick arms, he managed to pull me out as well. My head didn't
hurt that much, but I figured this guy knew what he was doing.


I followed closely behind him, my cock still half-hard, flopping my feet,
toward the locker room. As we entered, no one was around--either out
swimming, or headed home.


"You're pretty fast!" he said, opening his locker, his voice echoing
throughout the space. The room reeked with the smell of chlorine and soap.


"Thanks," I said.


"Almost wasn't able to catch ya," he said with a wink in his voice. I
smirked. Who was this guy? "Here. Face me." I did, and using a small
flashlight he got from his locker, he shined a light in my eyes,
instructing me to follow the light. He kept his hand on my shoulder as he
moved the light left to right, up and down. The only sound in the room was
the water dripping from our bodies and onto the tile floor.


"You by yourself?" he said turning the light off, tossing it back in his
locker.


"No," I said quietly, "I came with my dad."


"Well, you'll be fine. No damage. You'll just look like a rhinoceros for a
couple of days." I smiled sheepishly. I gazed at him. He seemed to glow
from all the sunlight he'd been collecting. Water ran down his round
stomach and dripped on to his toes. The familiar bulge I'd seen outside
seemed to be gone, but I still admired the shape of his penis and how it
clung to his wet suit. His nipples were small and hard from being in the
cold air, his nose and cheeks covered in a smattering of freckles, along
with his shoulders.


"You're gonna wanna rinse off after being in the water," he explained,
untying his suit. "The water's soft, but they charge it with a ton of
chemicals." I looked over the group showers. An avocado-tiled chamber with
stained grout, several silver spouts jutting out of the walls like
hooks. No privacy. It made me a little uncomfortable, the idea of showering
in front of strangers. I fidgeted with my speedo, my penis, hardening again
once more, trying to hide it from this man.


"Good news is," his suit slumped to the floor with a wet sloppy thud, "you
don't have a concussion," he said with a laugh. I peered nervously at the
naked man only a foot away from me. He had a distinct tan line of a thin
bikini bathing suit around his waist, thick thighs, and a kind of penis I'd
never seen before. His had extra skin that seemed to fold over his dick
like a leathery sock. I remembered sitting in the tub and using my own skin
to hide my penis, but his seemed to look like that all the time. Balls,
round and plumb, nestled tightly against it.


"You shy or somethin'?" he asked kindly. I shrugged, goosebumps starting to
form on my skin from the cold. "Hey, you're a swimmer, right? Swimmers
gotta shower after being in a pool. Plus, the water here's warm," he gave
me a swat on the back of my thigh as he headed toward the showers.


With his back facing me, I watched his left and right butt cheek jiggle
slightly as he walked. Now that he wasn't watching, I went ahead and
started to shed my speedo. It clung to my skin, but my dick sprang to life
as it escaped the tight material. I sighed in relief and the cool air
blanketing around my suffocated erection. I turned around to see the man
under the spray of water, still facing away from me. His hands running
smoothly over his body, that as I examined further, was completely absent
of body hair. Nowhere around his dick, or on his ass, his legs,
anywhere. Just the dark silver hair on his head.


I decided to head closer and step into the showers as well. Cool water
pooled around my feet and headed toward the drain along with the soap that
the man was smearing on his skin. I stepped up to the shower that was next
to the man, holding my dick against my waist with one hand, and twisting
the faucet with the other. The water stung at first, the cold shocking me
into a sort of sobriety, and my cock seemed to be softening. I recoiled,
letting the water spray on my legs and feet first, before slowly submitting
to it. My teeth chattered.


"Takes a bit for it to warm up," said the man, who let the water drench his
head and face. "Once it does, it stays hot," he explained. I held my arms
in my hands, feeling tight all over from the temperature.


"Here," the man handed his bar of soap. "Soap up, until it gets warmer." I
accepted the slippery rock, my balls twitching a bit, realizing that this
soap had been in every corner of his body. I slid the soap across my arms
and chest first, shaking slightly. The man stood somewhat out of the water,
kneading a mountain of suds that seemed to coat his torso and crotch,
watching me out of the corner of my eye. I rounded the soap around my
stomach and waist, circling around my skin, lathering up my ass and my
dick, that with each glance at the man bathing next to me, seemed to be
stiffening once again. I tried creating a mountain of soap like he did to
cover it up, but there was no use. I pivoted away from him to hide my
budding erection, and tried soaping up my legs, standing on one foot for
each leg.


The water, in fact, started to warm up.


I sighed in relief, smiling slightly, eyes closed. I turned to return the
soap to the man, and to my shock, he was deep in focus, staring at his
dick, his thick arm pulling and stroking it, clouds of soap frothing around
it, and floating to the floor. The water tugged all the soap he had
collected on his chest, his belly, and his dick, away like a curtain, and
what stood before me was a man, glistening, and from what I could tell,
steadily masturbating. I swallowed as my dick was now at full mast. The man
used all that extra skin to swallow and engulf his erection that was
similar to my dad's in length, around 8-9 inches, but had to have been
thicker. His hand started at the base of his dick, and scrunched up his
skin, folding it around the very tip, and then pulled the skin all the way
back, revealing a shining, pink, almost beautiful cock.


I cleared my throat, "Um, h-here ya go," I said holding out the bar of soap
for him to use again.


He sighed, relaxed, steam started to billow around the floor of the
shower. "Thanks," he took the soap in his hand, looking at me in the eye,
water dripping from his brow, nose, and chin. As he grabbed the soap, I saw
his shoulder muscle, bicep, and forearm tighten as he gripped the bar
forcefully.


"Whope!" he exclaimed playfully, and the soap shot out of his hand and into
the air, falling to the ground with a bright splash.


"Oh, sorry!" I said, turning away to retrieve it. I approached the foaming
rock, and bent over to pick it up. Right as I took the soap in my hand, I
heard:


"Whoa, whoa!" the man exclaimed, worried, "Don't move." I stood frozen,
bent over, soap in hand. The man approached me from behind. I felt his hand
on my ass, and jumped slightly. "Did you stretch before swimming?" he
asked, concerned, the spray of the shower still drowning out most of the
noise in the locker room.


"Uh," I said, nervously, "no, I don't think so." I heard him inhale,
sharply. "Is something wrong?" I asked, somewhat nervously. I was mooning
this man. This man I'd only just met.


"Well, there might be," he said deeply. He stepped closer, his dick resting
heavily next to my hip. "Back looks okay, legs are in good shape," I felt
his hand rest on my lower back, and drift toward my ass. "It's right here,"
he said, placing his hand between my two cheeks, kneading between them with
his thumb, directly on my asshole, his other fingers grazing my balls. My
jaw dropped involuntarily, my eyes widened, and I felt my dick jolt in
response to his hands.


"Th-there?" I'd never heard getting an injury in, or on, your ass
before. It seemed like a very specific spot to get hurt, and I'd never even
thought about really using...well, "that" part of me while swimming.


"Yep," he said, with confidence, as if he'd seen it dozens of times
before. "When you dive, your entire bottom half of your body uses a lot of
power, if you don't prepare properly, you could be on the bench, not in the
water." He continued to fit my small ass in his large hands, pressing and
groping what muscles I had. I shuddered slightly.


"If you want, I can make it better," he squatted behind me, so that my ass
was in his face, his hand still resting on the small of my back. I felt a
little awkward. "Fix ya right up."


"Y-yeah. Sure, if you think I need to" I said, putting my hands on my
toes. The warm water spilled across my back, through my hair, between my
ass. I felt relaxed, and eager for this man to fix whatever was wrong with
me.


"This might tickle a bit," he said. What I felt next sent electricity
through my arms, legs, behind my eyes. Something slippery and warm moving
around on my asshole.


"Uh-h-h...Ohhhhhhh," I groaned. At first I thought it might be his finger,
or maybe the bar of soap, but it didn't have the same feeling. Peering
through my wet eyelashes, past my twitching erection between my legs, I
could see the man's naked body squatting behind me. His heavy erection
stooped toward the floor, twitching with his heartbeat. At first the
sensation seemed to circle my asshole lightly, with a buzz that shot
through my back and through my shoulders.


I felt my legs starting to slack and give a bit. Whatever he was doing, it
felt amazing. Like being wrapped in a warm blanket from the dryer during
winter time. What felt slippery at first turned into what felt like
pressure against my butthole. The pushing feeling felt bizarre, since I'd
never felt anything like this down there before. My jaw dropped, I exhaled
deeply.


"Feel alright?" he asked.


"Uhh, y-yeah," I said, in a trance. His hands started to crawl up my legs,
kneading my muscles beneath the hot water. Steam began to create a fog in
the room. My legs started to shake as each warm push onto my backside was
sending me into a different sort of ecstasy. It was similar to what me and
Dad shared, but different.


"Here," he tapped the inside of my legs, motioning me to spread them apart
further. "I need to get a little closer, so I can really see what's wrong."
Worry and intrigue kept me from asking questions. I did as he asked,
widening my stance. He parted my cheeks, and then the warm feeling came
back, the force from his pressure seemed stronger, more intense. I gasped
through my clenched teeth, my dick pulsing, bobbing against my navel, hard
as ever.


"Hmm," he said, smacking his lips a bit. "I think I see the problem."


"Y-you do?" I said nervously. I was worried about how erect I was getting,
especially from something that he was doing to help me. I didn't want him
to stop. Whatever it was that he was doing back there.


"Yeah, you definitely are looking a little tight down here," he said
rubbing my asshole with his finger.


"What does that mean?" I said, full of breath.


"It means that you need to stretch before each practice, that's for sure."
Water pooled around us, my feet splashing it slightly as I adjusted my
footing. "I can make it better."


"Please," I said. "I wanna be able to swim." Suddenly, I felt him press
into my asshole, harder than he had before--a sharp wetness, warm,
slippery, piercing through me. "UHHHNGH!" I moaned.


"Yeah," he said. "I can make it better." I felt it again, along with a
slight tightening of my balls. My knees quaked. I finally looked behind me,
since I had to know what he was doing. I couldn't believe it! He was
licking and kissing my butt! His eyes were closed. His hair that stood up
like smoke was now matted and dark against his tanned head. His jaw muscles
tightened in his cheeks as he pressed his face into my back side.


"Uhh, uggggh," I whined. What was this? What was he doing? Was this some
kind of medical treatment? I felt myself lifting on my toes. I stumbled,
but he reached out and grabbed the front of my thigh, pulling me back
toward him.


"Here," he pulled away. "Get on yer hands and knees." I stood up,
straightening my back, which was starting to get sore. My cock was at full
mast, pointing to my belly button, twitching with my heartbeat. I squatted
down like a catcher would in a baseball game.


"Like this?" I asked.


"No, like you're crawling."


"Okay." I placed my palms on the tile, straightening my back parallel to
the ground, knees about shoulder wide. The two showers rained warm water
down on me. The soap that was once on our bodies was now down the drain.


"Spread your legs a little more," he instructed, almost forcefully.


"Yes, sir." I moved my knees further apart, feeling a light smattering of
water trickling against my asshole.


"Good," he said. He squatted down behind me. Then I felt his face slam into
me. His tongue furiously flecking and fluttering over my asshole.


"Hoooo, gawwwd," I moaned, trying to be quiet. His tongue lapped up the
water that pooled in the small of my back, that started to trickle between
my two cheeks. He slurped and smacked almost like I used to do when eating
spaghetti. He had a low growl in his throat that I felt vibrating through
my legs and into my toes. My breath was starting to quicken, and peering
between my legs, I saw strands of precum starting to leak from my stiff
cock. I slipped my hand beneath my waist, dabbed my fingers on my dick
head, and ravenously cleaned my fingers. I heard the man chuckle to myself,
and I wondered what was so funny.


"Looks like you're starting to feel better," he said in a sharp whisper.


"Yeah, I-I...I think so," I growled into my forearm as he kneaded my ass
with his bulky hands.


"You think so?" he asked, almost teasing, I felt his belly on my back as he
leaned into my ear. Three of his fingers circled and pressed against my
asshole.


"Haaaaaaaah," I shuddered, moaning high and soft, like a whistle. "Y-yeah,
I'm feeling pretty good, I think," I whined. It was almost as if someone
else was controlling me. Like a puppetmaster. My back arched and
straightened like grass in the wind, moving along with the fingers, sliding
around my asshole. My knees ground against the tile floor. It was
uncomfortable, but the waves of pleasure I was feeling from this man
counteracted all of it. I knew I'd be swimming like normal in no time! I
started involuntarily rotating my hips, grinding my asshole against his
mouth, sending pulses of pleasure through my back.


"Looks like it to me," he snarled, voice clear as day. With that, he yanked
me by the waist, moved his legs so that he was kneeling, my forearms and
hands dragged against the tile floor. He slammed my ass into his
face. Almost like I was wheelbarrow. His tongue burrowed into asshole,
electrifying my every nerve.


"GYAHHH!" I yelled. My legs were slung behind his head, feet dangling,
tickled by the shower head. My arms rested against the ground, my torso
draped against his, His hands pressed against my lower back, shoving my ass
into his face, slobbering and slurping away at my tight hole. I cried into
the tile floor in breathy, ecstatic moans. Misty water spraying from my
mouth with each sharp exhale. I propped myself up, my hands pushing on his
firm and hairless thighs. I peered open my eyes, and saw his penis, soaked
from the shower water, a deep brownish purple, with its bright pink head
poking out of the skin around it like a hood. My tongue flicked out from my
mouth, attempting to reach it, but his hold on me was too great. It was as
if this was a meal he was enjoying and savoring, and he wouldn't stop until
he had his full. I couldn't wait to dive in the pool again and see how much
this was going to help!


My dick started to burn and throb as his tongue twisted deeper and deeper
into my butthole sending shivers up my spine. My legs began to stiffen, and
my toes began to curl. His tongue ran against my balls and trailed to my
butthole, his licking like a kid with an ice cream cone. My arms and legs
were starting give, but I could already feel myself getting stronger as he
kept treating me. My dick tapped against his chin as he continued furiously
making out with my hole. I groaned, my balls aching, needing to empty
themselves with another load of cum.


He shrugged his shoulders, lightly tossing my body backwards, and with his
hands, pulled my cheeks apart like limbs in a tree, and once again, snaked
his tongue into my asshole. A fiery numbness moved through my body like
medicine. A pleasure, mixed with panic. Nothing was stopping this man from
working on me.


"Uh...ahhh," I whimpered. "E-excuse, mmph...ohhahh....excuse
m-me...ahhhghh..." I whined, flooded with pleasure. I couldn't cum. I
couldn't. This man would think I was so weird. All he was doing was trying
to help.


"S-sir? Sir? SIR? AHH. Excuse me!" my hands gripped his thighs, as I moaned
into his lap.


"Hmmmm?" he grumbled into my butt. Swirling his tongue, grazing my skin
with his teeth.


"I...gahh...I think I'm...uhhhnggh...ohh...I think I'm gon--ah ah...ah!" my
balls tensed and twitched. Nothing was touching my dick at all! This man
was just doing a good deed by working on an injury! I couldn't let myself
cum on him.


"I...I...uhahhh!" I felt my eyes clenching shut, my hands now pruned
starting to slip on his wet thighs. "I need to...ummmehhhh!"


His lips smacked against my asshole. "You need to what?" he asked, voice
low. I exhaled deeply, the side of my head resting on his stomach.


"I-I...I just think that you..." I didn't know how to tell him. "I just
think that you...shouldn't keep doing that." He wrenched his tongue inside
me one more time. "Ha-ahhh," I moaned.


"You want me to stop?" he asked, lightly kissing my asshole.


"Unngh..." I whimpered. "I-I..." he chomped on my hole, circling it with
his tongue. "I-I..." Jabbing it inside, curling, and flicking it, like an
anteater searching for food.


"You don't want me to stop. Do you?" he said softly into my wet hole,
kissing and licking it still.


"I...unngh...N-no, please..."


"No?" my asshole wrapped around his tongue


"P-please," I could feel my dick, electric, ready to burst. I clutched his
thighs. "Please, d-don't...please don't stop!" My words echoed in the
showers. The man pulled me into him, rhythmically pounding against his
face, his tongue entering and painting my butt with his spit. "Ohhhh,
yeeeeeh....ahh! Yeah! Don't STOP! Keep going keep going keep going," I
chanted like a crazed animal against his belly. My eyes closed tight, water
falling off of both of us, puddling around us, soaking our skin and our
hair, filling the space with warm condensation.


"Haaaah! Sir! Sirsirsir! I'm about tuh..." and with one last firm grip, his
tongue slid into my asshole, his lips smacking around its ring. "Unnnngh!
Ahhhhh!" My muscles began losing control as one by one thin strings of cum
spurted from my cock landing on his chest, his chin, his Adam's
apple. "Ho...Ho, god. Ho, god! UNNNGH!" I wailed and whined, twisting my
hips, pushing myself further onto his face, knees rattling against his
shoulders. I felt myself with one long breath, deflate, flattening against
him, he still tenderly kissing and licking my butt. My brain regained its
composure and whatever ghost that seems to leave my body whenever I cum,
came back to me, and I rested, slowly breathing. Luke-warm water still
raining down on both of us.


He removed me from his shoulders, laying me down on the tile floor. He
stood up, rinsed my cum from his body, and turned his shower off. "Hmm,
water's starting to get colder. Better finish up, bud," he said, stepping
over my exhausted and limp body. My eyes focused on the drain near where
were standing, and saw the sparse amount of silvery cum swirling and
sneaking through the drain, along with the rest of our water.


I heard the opening and closing of a locker, and the decresendo of foot
steps leaving the locker room. I mustered up the strength to get up, turn
off the water, and begin drying off in the locker area. Men and boys
started entering the locker room again as I started to grab my clothes from
my locker, still a little damp with sweat from earlier today.


"It's really foggy in here!" "Hey there's no hot water! Aww, man!" "Someone
must have taken a pretty long shower!"


I finished getting dressed, and, in a daze, walked out of the locker
room. My swimsuit, wet and wadded in my hands. My asshole sparked and
fizzed as I walked, almost reigniting my erection. Whatever he did, it sure
felt amazing. Whether it actually made my injury heal, or whether it would
make me swim better, I almost didn't care.


I stepped out into the late sunny morning, craning my neck, searching for
my dad. I hoped he wouldn't be too worried about me since I wasn't sure how
long I'd been swimming and rinsing off. Looking toward the entrance I saw
my dad talking to someone, his back facing me.


"Dad!" I yelled, approaching him. He turned his head toward me.


"Hey, son." He put his arm around me, his hand sliding behind my neck. "Got
someone fer you t'meet," he urged me forward. When I saw who it was, I
couldn't believe it. The silvery wispy hair, the sunglasses, the tanned
skin. It was him! My butthole, still wet from the man's spit, tightened. My
heart rate quickened. Was I in trouble? Did he tell on me? What was going
on?


"You must be Sebastian," he said, holding out his hand, smiling. I saw my
worried face in the reflection of his sunglasses.


"Y-yeah," I said taking it. Our hands were still pruny from the showers.


"Coach Scott," he said, gripping my hand tightly. Coach? I looked at my
dad.


"Seb, this is Coach Scott," Dad explained. "He's the middle school swim
coach."


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