Date: Sun, 22 May 2016 20:39:05 +0100 From: Ares God Of War Subject: Young Swimmer Finds Hung Daddy at the Pool Chapter 3 Don't forget if you enjoy the services that Nifty.org provides, donate via the link on the menu. A little goes long way and it adds up! Chapter 3 For the next week my mind swirled with the memories of the shower. I was more consumed than before with thoughts of my mystery anal invader. My mouth felt empty without his cock and my ass was hungry for the electric buzz his fingers brought. I spent the following week staking out the changing rooms and pool, hoping he'd show up. He didn't. I felt completely dejected and spent more and more time in my room, playing with my dick and experimenting with things in my ass. Vegetables and candles mostly. Anything tapered, hard and household. Nothing quite satisfied like having the guy work me over. His firm and forceful fingers gave the experience of something I couldn't recreate by myself. After two weeks the memories started to fade and I began to forget about him. A round of early qualifiers was around the corner. Only a month to train and pull myself out of the obsession and back to my life. I resumed my training at the pool and joined the gym at the same complex on a kid's membership. It was restricted to light weights only and instructor led circuits. I threw myself into my new obsession and trained every night. I was starting to get some real tone and speed gains in the water. I broke a few of my own records. The night before the qualifiers I decided to take it easy and rest. Really unwind before the first of many big days. I swam casually and spent most of the night in the Jacuzzi. I was submerged in the bubbling mist right up to my chin, thoroughly relaxed with my head resting on the rim of the tub and my eyes closed. I was vaguely aware of someone getting in at the other end of the tub but ignored it. My eyes bolted open and I turned to glare as a foot gave me a hefty shove under the water. It was my lifeguard supporter. I dropped the glare. "Hey little buddy, been a while since I seen you practicing" he said in a coaxing voice. "Yeah I noticed you'd not been around. I thought you had another job" I said disinterestedly. "And not be here to cheerlead my favourite little swimmer?! Nah. So you missed me huh?" He asked with a low chuckle and another, gentler nudge to my leg. "Like a hole in the head" my early teen sarcasm and annoyance kicking in. He wasn't usually this friendly or talkative and I wanted to relax. Then again I was now miles away from my deep state of relaxation and he was usually on duty, not in a tub with me wearing only ... what was he wearing? I peered into the water as subtly as I could but the bubbles and steam obscured everything. I looked up and his head was resting on the side of the tub, staring at the ceiling. "Looks like you've been doing well without me, though. You're really starting to shape up little guy," he rolled his head to face me and let his eyes pierce the water. "Really tight and smooth. Front and back I bet". Jesus – I got instantly hard. I could feel my dick grow as quickly as it could. Did this guy want me? I always thought there'd been some tension but my ten year old horny mind had me constantly on sexual edge. Now I'd had some experience the genie was out the bottle. I briefly wondered how big he was and if he would fit in my mouth. I needed to be leaving soon but couldn't stand up like this. I tried to focus the conversation on less erotic things. "Yeah I have qualifiers soon and I need to take every advantage I can get. I joined the gym to do circuit classes and cardio. It helps a little but I don't feel like it's enough" Suddenly all business he replied, "Well you know I used to compete too. I still keep in touch with some friends who are in the game. If you want some tips from pros or some help training I can get them to include you" My boner died instantly as I forgot about servicing cock. "That'd be awesome! Yes! It'd give me the edge I need" "Great lets go, I'll give you a number for the team practice captain and you can sort out when you want to train" With that he stood up, turning in the water as he rose and strode to the changing rooms. I followed safely knowing my boner had died down. In the changing room I got my first good look at him. He was wearing yellow loose swimming shorts and had a bit of a pot belly. The thought crossed my mind that he wasn't particularly good looking and he should take more care of his body to compensate. There was definitely some jiggle to his bulk. You could tell he'd once had an athletic body as he was built. But there was no definition now. Just a dad bod and probably a pinchable inch or two of belly fat. I pressed him for the number as I didn't care to look at him after my initial curiosity faded. After saving it I thanked him politely and made my excuses to be getting home. I arrived home and went straight to bed for a good night's rest. I was settling down and decided to text the number as it was late evening. I kept it brief. `Hello. I got your number from a lifeguard I know who said you might let me join your practice session to improve my skills. If this is OK please tell me where you practice and when I can join. Thanks'. The response came fairly quickly: `Hi. Yes that's fine, already been briefed on your competition. Come to this address tomorrow at 6.30pm' Short and sweet. The address that followed was local. The bus system ran to it in the next village over. Twenty minutes down an A-road. With that I fell asleep. The next day I got through qualifiers with ease to the next round. I usually did. The first few rounds were OK before the pressure began. I looked forward to the extra training tonight, there were definitely some other boys to watch. I arrived home to an empty house. Good, I hadn't eaten much in the day but douched anyway, I wanted to be as light in the water as possible to impress the professional team I'd be meeting. I left a note that I had gone to train. I put on a pair of black speedos under some baggy loose shorts and a vest. I threw an extra large hoodie around me before leaving for the bus. It was packed and some kid in front of me took the seat next to the muscly hot guy I would have taken. Little asshole. I was curious about the bulge in muscles' shorts I'd noticed when I'd seen him getting on and off the bus before. I got off at the nearest stop to the address. I walked observantly according to some rough directions I scrambled down for myself earlier. They brought me to a newly built estate and a central block of apartments that was taller than the others. I'd seen the billboards in estate agent windows. Gym and pool on the roof for all the residents. A super suburban apartment building to mimic city living trying to attract money to the area and better jobs. I rode the elevator to the the top. I had assumed the address was the floor for the communal leisure stuff but I stepped out onto a floor with a single door. It was the right address. I knocked. Nothing. Fifteen seconds of silence seemed an eternity I knocked again, on the second rap the door opened and my hand was level with a bulging speedo. I stared with my hand frozen mid knock. "Eh hem," my eyes rose up from the solid, wide thighs and over faint abs to a youthful face. "You must be the kid from the pool going to compete, yes?" "Yeah." He stepped back into the room motioning for me to step inside. I closed the door after me and took in the room. It was a spacious open plan kitchen/living area. The design was modern, clean and did the billboard ads proud. It wasn't nearly as breathtaking as all the toned, smooth bodies walking around. Bulges everywhere. Every Speedo had a shapely mound to match the pair of huge biceps on each body. I sat back into a chair and gawked. I didn't want to blink and miss a second of this heaven. After a few minutes more clothes appeared and the exposed eye candy became covered and left one by one. I stared around watching the guys leave, I noticed more than a few of them cast a lingering look my way. The last of the young men left. It was only now through the cleared space that I noticed a balcony with the last of the men stood there. I reasoned he must be the guy that lived here. He was stood with his back to me, looking out across his expensive view. He had a towel around his waist and seemed oblivious to my being there. I started towards him. "Excuse me, are you the captain of the team?" The figure turned slowly, pulling at his towel so that it fell away as he did so. He threw it to one side, revealing a familiar red speedo. It was the man from the pool. I was in his house. "I've been waiting for you"