Date: Sun, 21 Apr 2013 07:50:48 +0000
From: calamity123@fido.blackberry.com
Subject: Pool

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Pool


I always loved the local public pool. And I remember feeling quite grown-up
when I graduated from the wading pool to the big kid one. The water seemed
so immense, so deep. It was clinging to daddys back that I first
experienced the enormity of this new world. He gave me the freedom to be
fearless as he taught me to navigate above and below the chlorinated
sting. So many times and so many Saturdays were spent with daddy and my
friends enjoying the hilarity of water play.

    There were two change rooms at the entrance: one for girls, the other
for boys. Inside the boys were several toilet cubicles, two rows of
lockers, benches and private showers. We always wore our speedos under our
shorts so stripping was never too revealing though daddy with his
fur-matted chest and muscular body always received his share of admiring
glances. Emerging from the coolness of the change room was a row of showers
that were mandatory before swimming. The water was way too cold. I hated it
but the pool was always comfortable. Maybe it was the freezing showers that
made the water of the pool so easy to take. Maybe. But I still hated those
showers.

    We would meet neighbours at the pool so it was always fun and social
and I got to play with the kids on our street as well as dad. By mid-summer
dad was as brown as a nut though I looked more like a dark cherry. To this
day I love a tan line. Especially on a well-muscled man.

    On the Friday daddy had celebrated either his raise or promotion. So on
Saturday the sun hurt his head. We splashed and played but he was not
really into it. He swam for me but I got it.

    "Het, sport", he said as I swam up to where he sat. "I'm kinda
bushed. Mind if we just get our shit together and go?"

    I really didn't mind all that much. Taking his hand we ascended the
steps out of the pool and headed to the change room. He opened the locker
and retreived our clothes. As he sat down he glanced my way. "Sorry, sport,
but I'm kinda hung over. Mind if we just shuck our shit and go?" Standing
up, hovering over me, he lead me to one of the toilet stalls.  Once secured
inside he bent down to my ear so his words were private. "If you're cool
let's just take off our shit and dry up. Okay?"

    I stared. Gaped. My big muscular daddy stripped off his speedos in
front of me! I mean I saw everything: his bush, his hairy balls and his
thick pendulous prick. My god! What a fat prick! It made mine look like
nothing!

    He sat on the john. He pulled on his socks then runners, lacing them
up. As he straightened up he lazily wrapped his arms about me. His mouth at
me ears whispered, "sorry, sport. I'm just really hung over. Maybe we can
come back tomorrow". He dropped his forhead clumsily to my shoulder,
sighing heavily. "I'm just so done in".

    Big warm hands slid into the back of my speedos. "Your butt's cool", he
sort of mumbled before sliding the nylon to my ankles. His hands slid up
over calves, back of my knee, back of thigh then grabbed hold of each ass
cheek. "Cute butt" he said in a pouty whisper that made me smile. He sighed
again his forehead unmoving. His hands didn't move either.

    My arms moved awkwardly about his shoulders in a hug. This elicited
another sigh. His hands warmed my cheeks as he slowly squeezed and
rubbed. Then he moved one hand to the center as a finger descended into the
crack. The other hand moved around to my front. "Your balls are so cold" he
sighed as his fingers began to tug at my nuts. And then my sex disappeared
into the warm cover of his hand. "There. This will warm you up". His palm
undulated against my pricklet and bag. "Feel warmer?"

    "Yeah". It was my turn to sigh. The warm paw felt wonderful.

    Daddy chuckled. "Yeah I can tell it feels good for you".

    Then his hand became a fist; a sleeve that housed my hard-on. That felt
so good. His thumb slid up and down against my balls.

    My body suddenly trembled. And trembled. My knees almost buckled. It
was amazing.

    Daddy lifted his forehead to look at me with a delighted open
smile. "Well. Your first dry orgasm". He chuckled at my confusion. "It's
all right. Just enjoy the feelings". He kissed my lips. "I'm glad it was
me".

     Then he lifted me up planting my feet on his thighs. My hands rested
on the top of his head to steady me. His fingers began to tug at my nuts.

     "You're so beautiful", he whispered.

He was so beautiful. I looked at the pale pink sac before me. Thumb and
forefinger of both hands felt the entirety of his perfect balls. My son. I
had created these. So perfect. His thin little hard-on was pale with
squiggles of veins still so subtle in colour. The pale pink knob full as if
reaching toward the sky. My fingers tapped along its length feeling its
boyish rigidity. Fingers played and fondled his cock and balls.

    I always imagined the first time we made love would be in a bed covered
in satin sheets. Not here in a toilet stall at the pool. But here we were.

    Leaning forward my lips sucked in his smooth little shaft. My mouth
filled with the magic of my sons prick. Tongue exploring every gentle bump
of the hard pencil. Teasing up from base to tip. My tongue-tip circling the
puffy ring of his knob. Poking at his pouty piss slit. My tongue throbbed
as did my heart. I was finally making love to my joy.

    His hands pulled up on my hair and his knees wobbled. He bent over
pressing his face into the top of my head. My hands held onto the back of
his smooth strong thighs.

    I opened my lover jaw allowing my tongue the thrill of bouncing his
balls. His sac so velvety smooth. He pressed in. My tongue scopped his nuts
into my mouth. Now I held all of him in my
mouth. Suckling. Tasting. Enjoying. Loving. Needing. I longed for the cum
that would one day come. And fill me.

    My hands reached up and cupped his firm cheeks. As I squeezed I pulled
him down.

Daddy held my waist as as I squatted on his legs. His large rough hands
slid up to hold my face.

    And then he kissed me. Not like at bedtime or when I was off to school
or when I cuddled with him in front of the TV. He kissed me like he knew
all about me. Full and strong. Then his tongue was in my
mouth. Teasing. Light flicks on my own. Then fuller in. Wrapping about my
tongue. His mouth wide covering all of my mouth.

    He took my hands from his shoulder and brought them down between
us. Then he brought them closer together.

    It was his cock! My, he was huge! Fat and hard and kinda bumpy. So
big. So so hard. Daddys cock! For me!

    He moaned into my mouth as he pressed my hands tight against his
meat. Then he began to move them up and down and up and down and up and
down. He felt so good! I knew. I didn't need his help anymore and he eased
off my hands as I continued. Up and down and up and down.

    His hands stroked my flanks as I rubbed up and down his cock. His
tongue swirled around my own. His snorting strong and low moans escaping
his throat echoing into my mouth.

Fuck. The kid was a natural. My cock felt so intense as it began to slick
up with my pre-juice. His hands were strong and sure with an unexpected
skill.

    And that fucking beautiful mouth. So moist, wet, eager. What a constant
tongue meeting my every dart and roll. Oh, fuck, I just love him so much.

Daddy moved off my mouth sticking his lips against my ear.

    "Look down. That's my cock. This is what made you. I need to share this
with you. Get down and suck it".

    I eased my body back along his legs as my face came ever closer to my
new toy. The purple head was shiney. Even the hole seemed to smile up at me
as it cried a new tear.

Holy fuck! The bitch took my entire knob in his mouth on the first attempt!
And when he pressed his tongue on my knob I knew I wouldn't have long.

    He sucked passionately. Quiet slurps of eagerness. Warm wet suction
inhaling every drop of my slick pre-cum. His vaccuum was my enchantment.

My hands clasped the top of his thighs. He tasted so good. Sweet and tangy
and salty and warm. The knob was so silky; hard and soft at the same time.

    One hand tussled my hair as his other took hold of the shaft. The fist
began to hit my mouth but his other hand held my head firmly in place. My
mouth wouldn't let go. He tasted so good!

"Daddy'll help you get it". I began to jerk-off hard. So close. Perfect
mouth. Sucking me. My son. My cocksucker. Sucking my fat knob.

    "Cumming. I'm cumming. Hold it all".

    My head exploded.

My mouth filled with blast after blast of thick pungent creaminess. Warm
and flowing. My mouth was full and still more. And more. Oh, wonderful
more.

I pulled his head up quickly and shoved my tongue into his mouth. Sucking
in my cum. Sharing with him. Loving him.

His tongue burst the damn and I spilled the cream into his mouth.

I tilted his head over me. Father and son. Lovers. Sharing. All of us.

Sweet cum.

Sweet boy.