Date: Thu, 19 Mar 2015 16:41:57 +0000 (UTC)
From: penny cox <pennycox694@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Swimming with Granddad

None of my school friends in the swimming class had seen me talking to that
old man at the pool. Just a word here and there as we passed, but over
several weeks I'd agreed to meet him at the pool early on a Sunday
morning. It was 8.00 and the pool car park was nearly empty. I saw him
drive in and waved. He pulled over and parked right beside me. "Hello
Peter" he said "get in" I nervously got in and sat beside him. "Once in the
pool, you'd better call me Grandad" he said " then no-one will be
suspicious of us being together" "OK" I answered, and noticed him glancing
down at the front of my trousers. "Alright, lets go". he said, "Give me
your swim kit" and we walked towards the entrance.

I was surprised when, as we got to the door, and it opened automatically,
he took hold of my hand and led me up to the lady at the till. "Just one
and a junior" he said to the lady. Two tickets were given to us without
question. "He gave one to me, so I answered "Thank you Grandad" softly. The
lady smiled at me. "Have a good time" she said. Grandad took my hand again
and led me down the corridor that lead to the changing rooms. We entered
and took a basket each for our clothes, then I looked up at him. He put his
arm around my shoulder and said quietly he said "we'll go right up to the
end...to the family cubicles." I nodded and followed him in silence.

He went into the very end cubicle, I followed, and he pulled the blue
plastic curtain across, making it very private. He put his finger to his
lips, as if telling me to keep quiet. I just nodded and sat down on the
wooden bench seat. He started to undress straight away, pulling off his
jumper and shirt, then sat next to me to take off his shoes and socks. He
leant towards me and whispered "I'll want you to help me off with my
trousers in a minute, ok"? In seconds the shoes and socks were off, and he
was standing in front of me, very close. I reached out and started to
fumble with his zip. I was very nervous, but I soon had it down. Then I
reached up for his belt buckle, that was easy, then lastly the trouser
fastening. Suddenly they fell to the floor, with the belt buckle crashing
onto the tiles. I couldn't take my eyes off the bulge in his y-fronts.
"Pull them down" I heard him whisper. I reached out, hooked my fingers in
the waistband and pulled. His cock seemed to surprise me by appearing so
suddenly, springing out and pointing slightly down at me.

I couldn't help staring at it, so much bigger than mine and so hairy. He
picked up his clothes and sat back down next to me. His arm slipped around
me again, and pulled me towards him. My eyes were glued to his cock, laying
nicely between his thighs. His spare hand lifted my chin, and suddenly I
was being kissed, once, twice, then lots more times. I looked down and saw
that his cock had . It was much stiffer and pointing up at an angle.
"Grandad likes you" he whispered "Now I want to watch you undress".

I stood up and faced him, then began to undress. Shirt first, then vest,
then shoes and socks. He joined in by undoing my trousers, letting them
fall to the floor, then quickly pulling down my pants. After I had stepped
out of them, he put his arms around me, cupped my bottom cheeks in his
hands and pulled me to him, and nuzzled his face to my boy-cock.. He looked
up. "Lets get in the water for 5 minutes, then go for a ride". I nodded



End of Part 1