Date: Wed, 20 Jun 2012 12:04:42 +0100 (BST)
From: penny cox <pennycox694@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Swimming Pool Job  Part 2

I felt lovely and sexy, squirming about on my stool, feeling the thong
tickling my boy-hole, and lifting my hand to feel the empty bra-cups under
my polo shirt. "Look out Simon" Sandra whispered "here comes one of you old
friends"........"Hello Simon" said a voice I recognised. I looked up and
saw Mr James, a retired english teacher. "Hello Mr James" I said "One
senior swim is it"? "Yes please Simon. You're looking very well. Will you
be popping down to the changing rooms soon"? "Yes, in about 5 minutes, if
Sandra can spare me that is"? I looked over at Sandra, and she nodded and
smiled. Mr James walked off down the corridor that took you to the changing
rooms. "Go on Simon" Sandra said softly "Go after him. He might want to ask
you out on a date"? I got up and as I walked passed Sandra, she said "Give
us a quick kiss for luck". I bent forward and placed my lips over hers,
while looking down the front of her shirt at a lovely lacey bra and its'
contents, then quickly walked after Mr James.

I found him trying to get the clothes basket out of a locker. "Let me do
that for you Mr James" I said. As he stepped back, I bent right over to get
the basket out, knowing that most of my bottom cheeks would be on
display. "Oh Simon" he whispered "What a lot of bottom you're showing me"
Glancing around and seeing no-one, I whispered back "I seem to remember
that you liked touching it when I was younger Mr James".  Suddenly I felt a
warm hand sliding up the high-cut leg of my shorts and squeezing one
cheek. I slowly stood up, but the hand remained up under my shorts. "Have
you always liked me touching you Simon" He asked very softly "even years
ago when you were so young"? I nodded, and asked "Which cubicle are you
going to use Mr James"? He pointed up towards the end, where George had
been the previous day. I walked off with him close behind. and went right
up to the end, turning left into the small cubicle that I felt comfortable
in.

I put the empty basket on the wooden bench seat and turned to leave. "Oh
Simon, can't you stay for a few minutes, please" he pleaded. I turned
around and smiled "OK" I mouthed silently. I stood and watched as Mr James
took his jumper and shirt off. He had a podgy tummy just like George, and
it suited him. I picked up the jumper and shirt, neatly folded them and
placed them in the basket, as he sat and took off his shoes and socks. I
knelt on one knee to put the socks in the shoes, and lifted my head to
watch as he undid his trousers. They fell to the floor revealing a pair of
navy blue y-fronts, with that bulge that I'd seen so many times before. I
picked up the trousers, folded them, put them in the basket, and then bent
right over to pick up the shoes. The hand was back, up under my shorts,
carressing me. It felt so lovely. I just stayed there, letting him touch
me, but slowly stood up again. He took his hand out, but I wanted more
touching before I had to leave. I turned to face him, stepped up close, and
took both of his hands, placing them on my shorts at the back, just as if
he were cuddling me. He took the hint, and slid both hands down the back of
my shorts, taking a cheek in each and pulling me to him. I was listening
for any noise, there wasn't any, so I eased my arms around him, and slid my
fingertips under the waistband of his y-fronts. His hands felt so nice on
my bottom, and I could also feel a stiffening in the front of his pants. Mr
James must like me, I thought. I leant against him, resting my head on his
shoulder, and felt one or two little kisses on my neck. "Oh Simon" he
whispered right in my ear "I want to touch you all over" and I felt more
little kisses. I lifted my head, as I did with George, and presented my
lips to him, to see if he'd take the hint again. A nice long kiss, then I
felt his mouth open, and his tongue. I parted my lips and let him slip his
tongue into my mouth.  It felt so good, I had to push both my hands down
the back of his pants, to show my appreciation, and although my hands are
small, I did my best, carressing his ample cheeks. "Would you like me to
touch you all over Simon"? he whispered between kisses. "Yes" I replied,
pressing my stiffening boy-cock against the growing bulge in his
pants. Suddenly we heard voices coming down to the lockers. The kissing
stopped, we took hands out of pants, and I stepped back, looking down at
the lovely bulge under the "Y" of his pants. I stepped back into the
gangway, and looked over at the lockers. There were two young boys there,
getting their baskets out. I looked back at Mr James. He was pulling down
those bulging pants, and proudly displaying a beautiful looking
erection. "Want this"? he mouthed silently. I nodded, turned and left.

I went back up to the tills. "How's Mr James then " asked Sandra "I suppose
you saw most of him did you"? I smiled, nodded and sat down. "You lucky
young thing" she said as she served another customer. Thirty minutes later
Mr James came out of the corridor, all dressed. "See you on Friday Simon"?
he asked "Definitely" I said, smiling at him. A little later a Mum came in
with her son, who looked about 13. "My son hasn't been here before, could
you show him where the changing rooms are" "Of course" I said, taking her
money. She went of to the Ladies changing room and I lead the boy down into
the Gents. When we were out off sight, he took hold of my hand. I looked
round at him "I'm nervous" he said. "Don't be" I said and, holding his
hand, went into the locker area. I opened a locker door, took out the
basket and said "Where would you like to change" "Somewhere quiet" he
whispered. He followed me up to the end and into the cubicle that Mr James
had been in. I put the basket down and turned to leave. "Don't leave me
please. Stay while I get changed". "OK" I said and stood at the entrance to
the cubicle, looking back to the locker area. When I looked around he
already had his top off. He was a pale chubby boy, like a young Mr James. I
watched as the plimsoles came off, and the belt of his jeans began to be
undone. Once again I knelt down to pick up the shoes and lifted my head to
see the jeans fall to the floor. He was pale all over and his chubby tummy
hung over the waistband of his little briefs. I folded the jeans, stood up
and put them in the basket. As I looked, he started to pull his pants down,
and suddenly I saw something I recognised. His boy-cock was just like mine,
same size with the same foreskin. He stood there for ages, so I bent over
and picked them up, forgetting that I was putting on a show. As I folded up
the nice warm pants, he whispered "They're lovely shorts you're wearing". I
stood up, poked my bottom out towards him and said"Do you like them"? There
was no answer, but instead I felt his hand on the top of my leg. I looked
round and watched it slide up under the leg of my shorts. It began to
fondle my bottom as if it had done that before. I was enjoying it.

"You shouldn't really be doing that" I whispered. "But you like it don't
you, I can tell"? I stood and let him carress me, and glanced down at the
cock that looked so much like mine. It was getting stiff, and I wanted to
feel it. I stood there listening for sounds and letting him carry
on. Suddenly I felt my shorts being pulled down. "Oh a nice pink thong" he
whispered "You like being a girl don't you"? I nodded as the thong started
to be pulled down onto my thighs. A hand appeared and took hold of my
stiffening boy-cock. I watched as he started to wank me off. Oh, it felt so
good, he was an expert. I felt fingers parting my cheeks. "Oh what a lovely
little hole" he whispered as his hand worked on my cock.. Then both hands
were in view, but there was still something between my cheeks. "Does that
feel nice"?he whispered "Having my cock pushing at your hole"? I couldn't
help it, I just blurted out "YES" His spare hand reached between my legs
and started to fondle my balls. I couldn't stop him now, and in seconds cum
was spurting from my cock and splattering on ther tiled floor. "There, that
was nice wasn't it"? he whispered, letting go of my cock and stepping
backwards. I pulled up my thong and shorts and turned round. He was wanking
himself off, and in a few more seconds, more boy-cum was spurting out as I
watched. When he was empty, he pulled on his trunks, stepped over to me and
whispered" I normally get a kiss for that" I bent slightly forward and our
lips met. His arms slipped around my neck and his tongue forced it's way
into my mouth. "Who do you do that for" I asked "My Uncle and a friend of
his" He said. "How long has it been going on"? I whispered "Since I was 9
or 10" he whispered "He has always done the babysitting whenever Mum goes
out. I suppose I better go and find Mum" he said walking off towards the
pool.

I opened my cupboard and got out a mop and bucket. The cum was soon cleaned
up, and as I was putting the bucket away, my friend George appeared. "Hello
Simon, so this is where you hide" I was bending over putting the bucket
away, when I felt Georges hand. "Let me get a basket and I'll get changed
in here with you" In seconds he was back, closing the door and turning the
lock. "Sandra says you're not to hurry back, and you are to see to me,
whatever that means" he whispered. I stood and watched as George undressed
down to his y-fronts, handing me each item to fold neatly. "Oh Simon, you
look lovely, come here" he said opening his arms. I stepped in between them
and let them fold around me. I put my arms around him and slipped my
fingers bown the back of his pants. "Simon, you're wearing a bra" I nodded,
and pushed my hands fully into his pants, fondling his full bottom
cheeks. He lifted my shirt up and I had to lift my arms to let him take it
off. My arms went around him again, and my hands into his pants. "What else
have you got on"? he asked. I stepped away from him and slipped my shorts
off. "Oh a bra and thong, very feminine. Do you like being a girl Simon"?
he asked opening his arms again. I nodded and slipped up to him again,
easing my hands deeper inside his pants. My head was resting on his
shoulder, so I turned it and kissed him on the neck 2 or 3 times. "Yes" I
whispered to him "And I want to do all the things a girl does for a man"


End of Part 2