Date: Sun, 24 Jan 2016 18:20:29 +0000
From: Ares God Of War <ares10x8@gmail.com>
Subject: Young swimmer finds hung daddy at pool - Chapter 1

Hi guys, this is my first story so please feel free to feedback. It's a
mostly true story and I know some might find it a little slow but the
ending is very hot. Thinking back it still gets me hard every time.

Enjoy

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When I was nine years old, half way through school, we had to start taking
swimming lessons. I didn't mind. I liked swimming, it was relaxing. I had
always liked it. As I had grown older and started to notice men and their
bodies, I liked swimming even more. All those tight fitting Speedos and
next to naked men... even guys who shied away from revealing Speedos and
wore trunks instead still showed something off when they got wet.

From an early age I had always liked big dicks. The bigger, the better. I
couldn't get enough of bulges, porn and big dicked daddies. I spent time
when I was alone stealing looks at porn on the internet and bookmarking a
few hot videos on porn sites. It was mostly just watching young guys play
with other guys who were hung. I longed to be there, playing with a big
dick, exploring it and feeling it move under my grip.

I signed up for competitive swim teams at school. There were other boys
around my age on them, 9 – 12 years was the group category. But I wasn't
interested in them. The swimming pool was a chance to be on my own, relax
and check out older guys. Id convinced my parents to buy me a membership at
the local pool so that I could practice every night.

Unfortunately where I grew up was very small. It's amazing we had anything
as luxurious as a local indoor swimming pool. There was a small resort
which threw some tourism trade into the village, but it was its own
contained centre, with food shops, restaurants, bars, gyms ... however it
wasn't open to the public, you had to be a guest. So it was rare that
locals ever saw or visited the retreat and vice versa.

It was a small village, mostly of old people, retired couples or new
families with young children wanting to raise their family in a wholesome
place. As such it was very quiet and nothing of note ever happened. The
nearest city was an hour away and the nearest town was 40 minutes. We
really were in the sticks.  This had its ups and downs. It meant the pool
was hardly used. Except in the heat of summer and weekends, or holidays
when families would stay at a nearby resort and wanted a less busy
pool. Please bear in mind that the pool wasn't far from my house and in
such a sleepy village with no crime, parents thought nothing of letting
their children take themselves off.

So I practically had free reign of the pool and changing room facilities,
but there was definitely a shortage of men. The occasional local was
usually old, and even when it was busy enough to eye up some good looking
guys, they were with families and heterosexual. It didn't stop me looking
though. During busy periods I spent more time in the evenings at the
pool. You tended to get fewer families but more guys.

After a particularly long summer and another year of school id lost a final
competition and resolved to put in more serious practice.

Now ten years old and with swim practice I had become admirably toned. I
had also become horny as hell. I had started masturbating properly and
producing cum. I was wanking two or three times a day to my porn fuelled
fantasies. I was jealous of the guys in the videos, not only did they get
to play with big cocks they found them so easily! After a day of wanking I
felt unsatisfied and decided it was my subconscious forcing me to go
practice swimming.

Off I went to the pool, frustrated for no particular reasons and hoping it
would blow off steam. I guess it was the start puberty and the odd hormonal
frustration was bound to affect me. I changed, put my stuff in a locker and
had a few hours of laps, resting in the Jacuzzi or having a go on the water
slide.

It was Autumn and the nights drew in earlier. It would be dark soon so I
decided to leave. In the changing room there was a man. Maybe mid-thirties,
a decent body and completely naked with a dick hanging down a nice
length. My heart skipped a beat. I walked slowly to take it in, then I
noticed a child, maybe 5 or 6 years old and figured the man must be his
dad. Soon the dad started fussing with the child to get him dressed. I
changed back into my clothes, not wanting to seem to be lingering. The
child was being uncooperative so I was changed before the dad had gotten
more than one sock on.

I thanked my lucky stars he was still naked and used the large mirror by
the exit to make a show of fussing with my hair for a couple of
minutes. Feeling like I had some decent cover I took full advantage to gaze
in the mirror at this daddies (regrettably) soft dick. It looked huge,
probably from the heat of the water and the still hot changing room. I
watched it swing side to side and noticed its girth, as well as how it
bounced occasionally onto a nice set of balls. Clean shaven all over. Lucky
wife, I thought. I was beginning to fantasise about what it would be like
to walk over, get on my knees and take the dick in my mouth. Make him gasp
and moan, feel so good he'd leave his wife to be my daddy. Hoping my
service to his dick got him hard and being excitedly surprised to discover
he had been hiding a monster cock of 8 inches or more.

I was snapped out of the day dream by the shrill voice of the kid saying
"Daddy, I think that boy can see your winky". Shit, I'd been so focused on
making sure the dad wasn't looking and saw me staring at his mouth-watering
dick that I hadn't bothered to even remember the child was
there. Embarrassed, I made a hasty exit.

My heart was still beating slightly fast and I got home quickly to relive
the changing room in my head. I was instantly hard and beat off to the
memory and the half lived fantasy. Feeling satisfied at last for the day, I
went to sleep.

I woke up to the weekend, which meant chores. Being almost a teenager this
didn't sit well but I did them begrudgingly. I decided to go to the
pool. It was busier than usual, I tried to avoid the day for that reason. I
also thought it must be a holiday time because these people looked young
and there were families. Must be resort overflow. I had a quick few laps
and resolved to go home and come back later when id have it to myself.

Later that evening I returned. It was much quieter and what I was more used
to. The pool still had some families but it was mostly women and
children. The dads must be drinking, there was a game on that night. It
made it easy to clock one of the new people, he stood out being the only
man in sight. And he definitely stood out in his red speedos. Even in the
water you could tell they were bright and tight. He was paddling back and
forth in a shallow pool that joined a Jacuzzi. A favourite spot of
mine. The water was slightly warmer and the lights were a little
dimmer. Intended to be a relaxed area of the pool, it was also a great
vantage point for checking guys out. I swam a few laps, making sure to
check where this guy was every so often. Being curious made me brave and I
was aware time was probably against me.  I didn't know how long he would be
staying. So I finished my lap and swam the long way to my favourite spot. I
assumed my usual seat and looked for the guy. He had moved back into the
pool but not too far. This meant he was fully lit and I could see his face
more clearly and, when he stood up, his waist was just below the water line
I could see his hot body.

He was tall, jet black hair worn short. Though the water made it fall to
just above his eyes before he brushed it back with his hands, giving me a
slow motion exhibition of his tensed biceps and an unobstructed view of his
chest and stomach. He was probably late 20's or early 30's. A subtle tan
and no tattoos. Pure man. Despite looking young he had a chiselled face and
some stubble. God he was like the men I lusted for on screen. I realised I
was staring and made a point of pulling myself around the shallow pool a
little before sitting slightly differently and seeming to look at a
different part of the pool. The lifeguards were used to me and often
chatted to me, it wasn't unusual for them to see me sitting here after
doing laps for a break. Tonight only one life guard was there, not that it
mattered. I was going to stare as much as I could. This man was a god to
me. My ten year old, horny mind raced. I sprouted a boner without
realising. I was an early developer. Tall at 5'5 and a 5.5" cock for my
age. It got commented on a lot. The height, not the cock size. Nobody saw
that, I'd never done anything with a guy. It was all fantasy. I noticed the
strain in my crotch and rolled onto my stomach, still watching the
guy. After about 20 minutes I had lost sight of the guy and my boner. The
vision was nice while it lasted. I wasn't sure how long he had been gone,
probably not long but I'd been drifting in and out of daydreams.

I decided to do a few more laps, I was here to train as well after all. I
left the pool and went back to the changing rooms. As usual I stopped by
the showers to wash out the chlorine. The showers were amazing, high
pressure and massive heads. I closed my eyes and let the hot water wash
over me. On colder months id stand under them for ages in my swimming
briefs. The steam clouded the shower room. There wasn't a steam room so
sometimes I'd hit the hot showers and leave them on to make the sandstone
enclosure that was the shower block steamy and sit on the floor. I did so
again. I stood up when the showers were steamy and turned off the hot
showers, resuming my post under my shower I closed my eyes again. When I
opened them my heart stopped. Through the fog I could see red Speedos! They
were like a beacon. I scalded myself for making the room steamy and denying
myself good view. I was staring hard at his crotch to get a look. The steam
was clearing but not fast enough to see him five spaces away. I looked up
and saw he was looking at me. My heart jumped again. Had he been looking at
me long? Did he know I was staring? I tried to make it look like I was
looking down to let the shower rinse my hair. I had to get out of there.

As I had said before, id only wanked to fantasy. This close to such a god
of a man made me panic and I went to my locker and retrieved my towel to
dry off. I had calmed down somewhat having had a minute to be by myself. I
looked back to the showers, he hadn't come out yet. Then the shower turned
off. I jumped at the sudden lack of background noise and didn't bother
getting my own small swimming briefs off. I put on my shorts over the
top. They weren't much of a change, I'd been growing a lot and hadn't
bought any new ones so they were short shorts and tight. To be honest I
liked them like that.

The guy was walking out of the showers. I was so bashful I focused on tying
my shoes with my head firmly down. The man had gotten his towel and sat
directly in front of me on the nearest bench. He tilted forward, spreading
his legs wide as he put the towel over his head and starting drying his
hair. Just before the face disappeared under the towel he made eye contact
with me for a fraction of a second. I almost came there and then. This sexy
god of a man was within arm's reach of me, and his legs were wide apart,
giving me a perfect view of what I'd been trying so hard to sneak a peek
of. And with the towel over his head I could stare and adjust my angle of
view without worrying at all. It was such a perfect view. So close, I could
make out the outline of his cock over his balls. Even the head was easy to
tell apart. He was clearly blessed. The huge mound in his Speedos swayed
slightly from him moving the towel to his neck slightly to continue
drying. But all the time keeping his legs apart. Was he letting me look?
Was I being paranoid? I snapped out of it, realising a few more seconds and
he'd probably pull the towel off then definitely see me staring and then
I'd be in trouble. I gathered up my towel went back to my locker to get a t
shirt and pack my towel into my bag.

Behind me I heard the ruffle of a towel and knew id moved just in time. I
focused on kneeling at my locker on the bottom row and began arranging my
bag. Then the guy walked up behind me. My heart began pounding. I was
scared he'd hear it. He opened the locked above mine and threw his towel
in. I looked up slightly and to each side. It was only now I noticed that
all the other lockers were ajar – only these two were being used. We
were alone, and would be alone until closing time. I could have also sworn
that when I first came in there was one other locked being used, but it was
at the other end. Had he moved his locker to be above mine? The thought
thrilled and scared me a little at the same time. I threw on a t shirt at
my locker. Taking the time to look busy and to think. I took in the sight
of his overhanging bulge so close to my face. He was rocking back and forth
on his feet and shifting his weight between legs. He was focused on his
locker contents, seeming oblivious to me being there, despite the fact he
was effectively waving his tightly bound monster in my face. I could smell
his body wash. I could feel the heat from his groin. It looked slightly
bigger than when he was sat on the bench. I was so tempted to reach out but
also still wary. It could all be coincidence and in my mind.

I took my bag from the locker and placed it on the bench; he remained at
the locker, looking only at his bag. I panicked for what to do next, if I
left with my bag it would all be over. I walked back towards the shower
block, where the toilets were. I figured it seemed natural to pee before
you left so I walked behind the guy, giving him every chance to notice
where I was going. While I was walking, all these familiar fantasies and
scenes from online video played through my head at light speed. I recalled
how I had fantasied about being in this exact scenario. I peed, but I did
so alone. I took in the toilet block. It was small. Two urinals to the
right of the entrance and one on the next wall alongside the sink. Directly
facing the entrance was a cubicle wall. The side of only two
there. Opposite the cubicles were a drinking fountain and then full circle
back to the sink.

I had just pulled my shorts up when the man walked in. He was still in just
his Speedos but he was dry and had combed his hair. He looked good with his
hair made up. I decided he must be as interested as I was. He must have
seen all the stares. No wonder he was here alone, he likes boys and came
alone to the pool. He had seen me looking in the pool, he must have moved
his locker. He saw me staring in the showers and he must have been
intentionally giving me a show, sitting legs wide open across from me.  He
must have known I wanted to see his dick, that's why he was thrusting it
into my face at the lockers. And I must have been right about him getting
aroused and his dick looking larger. He was getting aroused by me looking.

I moved to the drinks fountain to prolong my time being so close to him. He
took the urinal that was on the same wall – clearly he wanted to show
off some more, choosing to ignore the two urinals that would have given him
privacy. At this point I was bolder, and stared at his crotch not taking my
eyes off the show. I didn't care if he saw me anymore. He was clearly in on
the game. He took out his half hard dick and let a small stream into the
urinal. It didn't last long, shorter than my already long drink.

He ran his finger and thumb down his long, wide shaft to squeeze out the
last of his urine, and then he shook it gently. He pulled the foreskin back
then pulled on the head to make it stand as clearly as it could from his
body. He suddenly tucked it into his speedos and went into a cubicle, not
looking at me.

Shit. Had it all been in my head. Was that usual for him? I wiped the water
from mouth and walked past the cubicle, the door was shut. Not locked but
closed. I slowed as I walked past to notice this but carried on walking.

I was at a loss for what to do. I picked up my bag but found myself
unwilling to leave again. I still wasn't sure. I needed an excuse to go
back. I rifled through my bag, delighted to find an empty bottle. This was
my excuse. Fill up the bottle. I marched determinedly back to the toilet
block. Excited. I wasn't sure what I expected.

The door was still closed, I was crestfallen. Should I go in? damn I didn't
know how people handled this in the real world. I began to fill up my
bottle. The door began to open. I turned my head to stare into the sink,
concentrating on my bottle. It was almost full. I put the lid on and looked
up. He was there! Standing at the cubicle door, leaning slightly on the
frame. I could have laughed with relief. But I was still too nerve racked
to do more than stand frozen in place. He made eye contact for the second
time that night – after a few seconds of neither of us moving he nodded
back to the cubicle, holding my gaze. He stepped back around the door –
and I began to move to follow him. The cubicle was oddly roomy. It was the
slightly larger of the two. Disabled access probably. I came face to chest
with this Adonis and stood frozen once more. He smirked and moved to the
back of the cubicle, leaning back against a handrail on the wall, half
sitting, half supporting his weight on his muscular arms.

The slight angle gave me another good look at his bulge. The shaft of his
cock was definitely bigger now but still not hard. It must have been at
least two inches across for width, and the thick cock head to match now
curved under his balls instead of sitting just below them. I had a good eye
for size, all those videos I guess and looking up my favourite porn stars
and their stats. I guessed his dick to be somewhere around 6 inches at the
moment.

He clearly felt this was going nowhere and took charge. He lost his smirk
and pursed his lips instead as he looked down to his glorious bulge. He
moved a hand from the rail to nipple and rubbed it lightly. He wet his
finger and pinched his nipple, all the time not taking his gaze off of his
cock. He shifted his weight onto his legs, no longer having both arms to
support him. The weight made his leg muscles tense, which pushed his
package out slightly more.

He brought his hand to his crotch and picked up his bulge, pulling his
sizeable balls out from between where they resting in the valley of his
thighs. He rubbed the shaft for a few seconds and it began to grow and
harden.

He moved his hand to the side and extended a finger, tracing the line of
his cock. It was with this that he looked up at me, locking eyes again and
slowly glancing down and back up to me. He squeezed his whole thing again
and nodded for me to move closer. As I did so he moved both hands back to
the rail, giving full view of his Speedo again.

Like an alarm cutting through a day dream he spoke, "Go ahead, I know you
want it. Touch it." His voice was deep and masterful, a perfect match to
his looks, physique and big daddy dick. I reached out and lightly rand my
fingertips over his shaft until I had followed the curve in his speedos to
the tip of his cock. I squeezed gently.

"Unghh" he grunted

He sounded hungry for the touch on his crotch. I moved my other hand to his
balls and stroked his cock again more firmly. It twitched inside the Speedo
and he sighed. My cock was the hardest it had ever been and was painful in
my tight shorts.

I was hypnotised by this still growing cock in front of me. I wasn't sure
how much time had passed. I was lost exploring this bulge, encouraged by
his grunts and moans. His dick now tented directly out and down. He must
have been fully hard, the veins were discernible against the over stretched
fabric. He removed my hands and pulled the Speedos down to free the
monster. It sprung up and hung out from his body at 90 degrees to his toned
stomach.

It was the most amazing sight I had ever seen. I stared at it. Again he
grew bored of my lack of movement and took control. He cupped the back of
my head and pulled my face towards the thick, perfectly straight, round
dick in front of me.

Still frozen he bent down slightly to reach my face with his other hand. He
pushed his thumb down against my chin to open my mouth and began to pump
forward slightly. His hand still at the back of my head he left my mouth
gaped open and used his other hand to guide the tip of his cock to my
lips. He pushed it in far enough to wet it, then rubbed his perfect bell
end around my mouth.

I could taste precum and saw the strands from his dick to my mouth when he
pulled back slightly. I swallowed and looked up. He grinned, knowing I was
hungry too.

"Open wide" he commanded, "It wont take long".

I complied, my mouth having been open long enough already to have stretched
my jaw out. He pushed the whole head of his shaft into my mouth. It was a
tight fit. He slowly retracted, traced the tip of his cock around my lips
and pushed in again, slightly further this time to include about an inch of
his shaft. It was heaven. Again he pulled his dick out and put it on my
face, resting his fat pipe against my nose, the base of his cock and balls
over my mouth and the head of his mammoth dick going out of sight into my
hair. It was so big. I guessed it to be a good 8.5", maybe 9.

He pulled it back slowly, letting it trail down my face, the head rubbing
down over my eyes and back into my mouth. He began to pump his dick about
an inch into my mouth, still holding the back of my head and wanking the
majority of his unsucked dick with his other hand.

He began to get more verbal as he got closer. I could feel the pulse of his
dick making the head throb in my mouth. The shaft looked swollen to the
point of bursting. He began to squeeze his dick hard and run his hand
towards the fat head still in my mouth. I could taste a steady flow of pre
cum. He was in control, but I was starting to live my fantasy and forgot my
surroundings. This god of a man had picked me and I was going to worship
his dick. I wanted it. I wanted him to want me. I wanted to make him feel
better than he had ever felt. Despite him controlling the rhythm I still
managed to get a good rhythm of my own to match his, able to suck his dick
for all the precum I could milk out of him.

"youre a natural"
 "My fat dick in your little mouth" "Oh youre gonna get it soon" "you like
my big monster dick don't you"
 "Oh god this is it..."

Suddenly he pulled his dick from my still sucking mouth, took his hand from
the back of my head and held my jaw firmly instead. I jumped at his sudden
roughness but he wasn't letting my mouth close or my head move with the
grip he had with his hand under my chin and thumb and fingers at the back
of my jaw. He used his other hand to wank furiously then stuffed his dick
back into my mouth.

He timed it perfectly, a couple of volleys hit the back of my throat and
went straight down, making me choke and gag a little. I could taste it
slightly and loved it. He pulled his dick out while he was still shooting,
another 2 shots over my tongue and I got the full taste. I gasped for air,
swallowing the precious load as my mouth became empty and saw a shot fire
over my shoulder as his dick jerked, no longer confined to shooting down my
throat, held in place by my mouth.

He grabbed his twitching dick and aimed it at me, shooting the last of his
load over my face and with a few last pants, grunts and moans ran his
fingers down the shaft to coax out the last of his juice. He pulled the
foreskin back, just like at the urinal and smacked it lightly on my
cheek. He dragged his cock from my cheek to my mouth, rubbing the cum on my
face into my lips with his deflating bell end.

He tucked his dick into his Speedos, it reached easily to the edge of his
waist, the stretched Speedos still showing the clear outline of his
dick. He smirked again and winked then left the cubicle without a word.

I was so entranced I forgot about my own erection. I pulled my waistband
down without caring to even shut the cubicle door. I began wanking, the
events still vivid. I sat on the toilet to wank and saw the trail of cum he
had shot over my shoulder running down the wall. It reminded me that my
face was still covered in his seed. I began licking my lips and when it was
gone I ran my fingers against the trail on the wall and rubbed it over my
dick. To think his cum was covering my dick sent me over the edge. I
desperately licked my lips and wanked frantically. It didn't take long to
cum. I shook violently as my vision dimmed and fireworks replaced my
sight. It was the best I had ever felt. Better than watching the hottest
porn.

I left my cum where it fell, including my t shirt and shorts. There was a
notable wet patch. I wasn't sure if it was all mine or the king sized load
from my facial.

I left the cubicle to wipe myself off with my towel, walking back to the
benches. It was just in time to see the now dressed man about to leave. He
approached the exit and just before disappearing from sight, looked back at
me. His eyes took in my soaked t shirt and he smirked his hungry smirk
again.

"Be here again tomorrow"

And with that he left.


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