Date: Mon, 18 Jun 2012 11:08:41 +0100 (BST) From: penny cox Subject: Swimming Pool Job Simon had enjoyed his Saturday job at the pool since he was 13, seeing the same old pervs, that he'd been seeing in the water, and in the changing rooms, over the last 4 or 5 years. He had enjoyed the feeling of older hands carressing his bottom cheeks, out of sight, under the water, and the brush of older mens bulges against his body. In the changing rooms, he had watched lovely displays of undressing, and posing from the safety of a cubicle nearby, and for a few favourites, had taken ages over changing, displaying in and out of his y-fronts for long periods, and loving every moment. Now, having left school some 6 weeks ago, he was already missing the touch of other boys, and getting his hand inside the "Toy-Box" as he called it. the space down inside the front a boys y-fronts, where he loved to play. Now aged 16, he had been offered a full-time job based partly on the tills, and partly in the gents changing room. Oh, Simon felt so at-home in those changing rooms, and accepted the offer straight away. Day one was till training from Sandra, a friendly middle-aged lady, who looked good in her unform of white shorts, white blouse and blue plimsoles. There wasn't a pair of shorts the right size for Simon, so Sandra found a pair of size 12 ladies shorts, which Simon was onlt too happy to wear. High cut leg and lace around the edges, they looked lovely. After an hour Simon was confident to be left alone, and carried on until an old perv friend arrived. "Hello Simon, I heard you were here full-time" George said, smiling down at Simon, perched nicely on the stool. "One senior swim please, and perhaps a moment of your time to help me with that safety pin. You know my fingers won't open it" Simon operated the till, took Georges money and looked over at Sandra "No wonder the old pervs love you Simon, with that nice little round bottom of yours. If you had boobs and long hair, you could pass for a girl any day. Go on then, pop down to the changing room and sort George out" "Thanks" whispered Simon, easing himself off the stool, and walking down the corridor towards the gents changing room. By the time Simon arrived, George had got a clothes basket out of the locker and had selected a changing cubicle. Simon walked towards the noise of a man changing, and found George already down to his underpants. Simon looked down at the lovely bulge, knowing what was underneath, because George had given him so many displays in the past. The white y-fronts started to slide downwards, and Georges totally hairless cock flopped into view. OH, it looked lovely, and Simon was closer than ever to it. The pants fell to the floor, and Simon quickly knelt on one knee to pick them up. Raising his head, Georges cock was only inches away, and Simon had an overpowering urge to touch it, hold it, play with it and kiss it. The year before, in a school toilet, an older boy made Simon kiss and lick his cock as he wanked it. Back then Simon wasn't keen, but now, he was ready. "Cocks look so much nicer without hairs, don't they Simon"? George whispered. Simon just nodded in silence. "Are you still hairless"? George enquired. Another nod. "Oh, I am pleased" George whispered again "I remember you in here just a few weeks ago. looking lovely and smooth" A pair of swimming trunks landed on the floor. "Help me on with those please Simon" Another nod, and Simon opened the waistband to let George slip a foot through one leg, and then the other. Feet safely in, Simon started to ease the trunks up Georges smooth legs, keeping his eyes firmly on that beautiful pink tube in front of him. As the waistband began to gently lift Georges cock, Simon saw it pointing straight at him, the purple tip half covered with a soft foreskin. Then it slipped inside, and Simon pulled the trunks firmly up. Still kneeling, Simon took the safety pin, holding a locker number, undid it and asked "Where would you like it George"? "Anywhere on the front Simon, you choose" Simon slipped the fingers of his left hand down under the waistband of the trunks, and pulled them away from Georges skin, then eased the pin through and did it up. "There you are George, all reasdy for a swim" Simon whispered. As Simon stood up, George slid an arm around his waist. "Thankyou Simon, you've been such a good boy" he whispered into Simons ear. Simon felt a hand on his bottom, moving around one cheek, gently squeezing. It felt lovely, and Simon wanted it to go on for hours, but Sandra was expecting him back. It moved to the other cheek and was pulling them closer, until their bodies were touching. Without realising it, Simon was slipping his arms around Georges waist and easing his fingertips down under Georges waistband, until he could feel Georges ample bare bottom. Suddenly they both heard voices coming down the corridor. Simon slipped his hands out of Georges trunks, and started to ease back, but before they parted, George lifted Simons chin and placed a brief kiss directly on his lips. Simon turned and walked away up the corridor to the Tills. "You've been a long time" said Sandra "I suppose George has been feeling that nice bottom of yours" "Just helping a customer" Simon said as he served another swimmer. As Simons coffee break was approaching, he saw George out of the corner of his eye, waving him back down into the changing room. "Can I go for a break" Simon asked "Yes, off you go, but only 15 minutes" Sandra said. Simon wandered down the corridor, proudly wearing his ladies high cut shorts. It was quiet in the changing room, but Simon could hear where George was, right up at the end, away from prying eyes. Simon walked up to the small changing cubicle, looked in and saw George standing with his wet trunks around his ankles, drying his head and arms. Simon looked back along the line of cubicles to see or hear if anyone was around. Suddenly the hand was back on his bottom, moving in circles form one cheek to the other. It felt lovely and Simon just stood there, letting it happen, still looking out into the gangway. Still no-one around. "Oh Simon, you've got a gorgeous bottom. Can I have a look, please" came a whisper. Simon said nothing, but seconds later fingers were being slipped under the waistband of his shorts, and they were being tugged downwards. Simon kept on looking outwards, watching for unwanted visitors. The shorts slid down to his thighs and stopped. "Oh Simon" he heard, and felt the same fingers slipping under the waistband of his little briefs. More tugging and soon they were down ontop of the shorts. Simon looked down at his boy-cock, now clearly on display, but still no-one about. Then one hand on each cheek, fondling, carressing and gently parting, to allow a fingertip to explore in between. Up and down it travelled, and each time it touched Simons little hole, Simon let out a soft gasp. Again and again and again. The finger stopped and pushed gently. Simon pushed his hips backwards against the finger. Oh, he wanted it to ease inside his bottom. Simon knew all about gay sex, but just had no real experience apart from schoolboy wanking and that one time when he was made to kiss a cock as he wanked it. As the finger slid inside, Simon let out a long, soft moan. "Is that nice Simon"? he heard. Simon silently nodded, and felt Georges other hand easing down between Simons legs and cupping itself over his young balls. Simon looked down and could see Georges fingers as they massaged his balls. It all felt so lovely. He wanted to turn round and join in, but was afraid someone would see them together, so he stayed looking down the gangway between the cubicles. He did lower his right hand, over his boy-cock, which was stiffening, and between his legs, where he laid it over Georges hand. Simon heard the wet trunks dragging on the floor, and then felt Georges stiff cock pressing against his bottom. Then more voices, this time a long way away at the top of the corridor by the tills. Georges hand was taken away, the finger slipped out of his bottom and Simon managed to turn around. Knowing he had only seconds before people entered the locker area, he looked down and reached out to take hold of Georges cock. It was lovely and stiff, so smooth to the touch, and the foreskin had rolled right back, showing off a nice big purple head. Simon began to wank it, looking down as he did so, but Georges hand lifted his chin, and again pressed his lips onto Simons. This time he felt Georges lips part and a tongue, so he opened his mouth and let it in, while reaching down to pull up his pants and shorts. The kiss ended as the new swimmers arrived at the lockers, only yards away, but still out of sight. Simon thought he just had time, so he quickly knelt down on the wet cubicle floor, took Georges cock in his hand, leant forward and placed a big kiss right over the tip, taking in some of the clear juices that were ouzing out. Getting up, Simon waved bye bye to his new friend and walked away, back to the tills, where he took over from Sandra. "Had a nice break"? she asked "Yes thankyou" he said, and she was gone, leaving Simon alone. A few minutes later George emerged from the changing room. "Thankyou" he whispered "See you Thursday" Simon worked on the tills alone through Sandras break, thinking about George. Now that he'd had the tip of Georges cock in his mouth, he new he'd want the rest and soon, and he also wanted more than just a finger up his bottom. When Sandra came back, she was carrying a cardboard box. Putting it down beside Simon she said "This is the lost property box which we keep in the ladies changing room. Perhaps there's something you'd like Simon. They'll only be thrown away in a few days as they haven't been claimed. You've got such a lovely bottom, and with longer hair and boobs, you could pass for a girl easily". Simon leant down and undid the box. Straight away he saw a strap poking out from all the bits. He recognised it as a bra strap. He knew because he was still wearing one of his mothers to bed each night, along with panties and a nightie. He pulled the bra out and looked at the size label. It said 36 C. "That would fit you Simon" Sandra whispered. Next he found assorted panties and a thong. He pulled the thong out and looked at it. It was pink and frilly and he liked it. He put the bra and thong out of sight under the counter, and pulled out 2 pairs of shorts. One was gorgeous, white satin look with a wide elasticated waistband and high-cut lace edges legs. "You'd look good in those Simon" Sandra whispered "especially with the thong on underneath. Why don't you slip into the changing room, put them on and come back and show me"? Simon nodded grabbed the clothes and walked off. He unlocked the store cupboard, put the light on and closed the door, bolting it on the inside. It took seconds to take off his polo shirt, shorts and pants. He picked up the bra first, slid it round his back, did the clasp up and moved it around him till the cups were at the front. Arms through the straps, and pull them up. Looking in the mirror on the back of the door, Simon already looked girlie. Picking up the thong, he stepped into it and pulled it up. As the material slipped up between the cheeks of his bottom, and the little lacy triangle at the front covered his boy-cock, Simon began to feel so good. He finally stepped into the shorts and pulled them up. They looked good. Not too much bulge from his cock, and when he turned round and looked over his shoulder, a little bottom cheek showing. "Oh that's lovely" Simon thought, and when he bent slightly forward, Oh, lots more bottom cheek came into view. "That should attract the old boys" he thought. Pulling on the polo top he looked to see if the bra showed threw. Very slightly, but not enough to worry about. Returning to the tills Sandra whistled. "Wow, you look good Simon. Do you feel good"? she asked. Simon nodded and served another customer. "Oh yes" whispered Simon "the thong feels great, and the shorts show off my bottom" "What about the bra"? whispered Sandra. "It feels sort of comfortable" Whispered Simon "nice and tight around the chest. I just wish I had something to put in the cups". Sandra smiled "Who can tell what will be in the box next week, maybe some silicone bra fillers, just for you" The end of the shift came, and Simon slipped on his Jog bottoms and fleece and left for home. Being on the 6.00 till 2.00 shift this week, Simon was alone. His Mum wouldn't be in to 5.30. Plenty of time to change into Mums' undies, a skirt and blouse. By 3.00 he was sitting in front of Mums computer and signing on to a crossdressing website that had a chat room. Adjusting the webcam so that it didn't show his face, but undoing two buttons to show off his bra, and hitching the skirt up a bit, he put in his user name of teencd. Soon the screen was full of names of people wanting to chat, and in seconds there was a "Beep". Someone wanted to talk to him. Simon pressed a button and a small picture appeard next to his own. It showed a middle aged man, naked and stroking his cock. Simon began to lift his skirt and show this stranger his panties. He began to receive disgusting messages. It was just as well that Mum couldn't see this, he thought. The man wanted Simon to suck him off. "I'd love to" Simon replied, and he really was ready to do it now. Kissing Georges cock that morning proved it. "Take that skirt off" the man demanded. Simon obeyed, stood up and undid the skirt. It fell to the floor. Simon sat back down again in his transparent panties. "How old are you"? came a question. "14" Simon sent back. "Take your panties off" he ordered. Again Simon obeyed, standing up and easing the panties slowly down, letting his boy-cock flop out in front of the camera. "Wank it" came an order. Simon sat down and did as he was told, playing with his cock, slowly at first, then speeding up as his boy-cock got harder. Simon loved showing off to strangers on the internet, and to old men in the changing rooms. Simon could feel his boy-cum wasn't far away, picked up the panties with his other hand, and was soon spurting his boy-juices over the panties. Looking up at the screen, lots and lots of messages were arriving from lots of different men. They'd all watched Simon wank himself off, live on the internet. He showed the spunky panties to the camera, and came out of that website. Simon looked at several crossressing websites and saw hundreds of pictures of young boys dressed in frilly underwear, and one called Daddy-Love, showing much older men with young looking boys. Simon loved it, and spend hours looking at pictures of young boys sucking very old cocks, and seeing stiff old cock being eased up tight young boys bottoms. Simon also loved seeing the kissing pictures. Hundreds of pictures of old men kissing young boys, undressing them, playing with them, and finally making them submit to degrading oral and anal sex. Oh, how Simon wanted to be that boy. To be kissed, cuddled, undressed, played with and then forced to submit, and take the old mans' cock in his mouth. Just to let him do it, and do it, until the old spurts his muck into his mouth. Maybe a second old man is sitting naked on a dining chair, stroking his stiff, hairy cock, spreading KY Jelly all down it, and Simon is made to stand astride the old mans' lap, facing him, and lower himself down until the old mans helmet touches Simons secret place. Simon is made to continue, through a brief period of pain, until his bottom feels "Wide-Open", and still easing down, until the old mans' curly hair tickles his bottom cheeks. Simon enjoys another wank, then washes and changes for his Mum coming home. When Mum arrives home, innocent Simon is sitting, reading at the dining table. "Hello darling" she says, walking over to him. Simon lifts his head and Mum plants a big kiss on his lips, that lasts 3 or 4 seconds, during which Simon is looking down the front of his Mums blouse at her pretty bra and well-filled cups. "Had a nice day darling"? she asks. "Yes thanks" Simon says Just befre 6.00 the next day, Simon is sitting sat the till in his thong and nice shorts, with the bra underneath his polo shirt. "You look nice" Sandra says, walking over to him. She slips a hand over the front of his shirt and feels the bra. "There's a good girl" Sandra whisperes "Give us a quick kiss" Simon lifts his head and receives a nice big kiss. "Oh Simon, you've got nice soft lips. The old boys would like to kiss those, now as there's no-one about, lets have another" Simon lifted his head and another nice kiss, but this one lasts longer. Simon slips his hand around Sandras bottom. As the kiss ends, Sandra whispers"Touching my girlie bottom will cost you one more kiss "As her lips touched Simons, he began to feel her bottom cheeks, tracing the outline of her panties to where they diappeared between her cheeks. Just for a brief second, Simon felt her toungue and opened his mouth, but she pulled away, adding "That's enough for today Simon, you've got old men to see to" End of Part One