Date: Sun, 12 Feb 2017 01:15:29 +0000 From: Tiao Wu Subject: Here Cums the Neighborhood: Part 5 This writing contains sexually explicit material, unsuited for readers under the age of 18. If you are underage, live in an area that disallows the reading of this type of material, or are offended by homosexual content, please do not read further. This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, settings, and ideas featured in this series are based on fantasy. Any character that resembles someone in your reality is purely coincedental. If you enjoy these stories, please donate to Nifty so that we can continue reading. Feel free to email hjk7359@hotmail.com to give feedback or constructive criticism. Please enjoy. *************************************************************************** Chapter 5 - Water The blue of morning began to seep into my room, prompting me to open my eyes. The room was a blur, and still unfamiliar to me. I'd taken time to stack books on a bookshelf. Calvin and Hobbes comics mostly which I read when I was younger, and even still today. The blinds my dad were fiddling with were still broken. I'd break them myself every night if it meant having him stop by my room to fix them each time. I was still naked, realizing I must have drifted off to sleep after sucking off my dad last night, and getting to cum after Dad sucked my dick. My cock was already awake and ready for more. I'd realized in the span of just one day, I had cum seven times; four times more than Dad. Even after Dad left me that night, I felt I could have done it again, and again. Was this normal for someone my age? Is this what I would be doing every day? If it was, I wasn't about to complain. Cumming was fun. I liked doing it. I heard the sound of sizzling bacon downstairs. Dad was already up. My stomach rumbled at the smell of food, so I launched myself out of bed, shoving on a pair of gym shorts, so I wouldn't be lumbering around without clothes on. Though, I thought, would that have been so awful? I reached the kitchen to find my dad scraping eggs and bacon from a pan, sliding them onto two plates. He was wearing a clean wifebeater with sweatpants which gave me an easy view of the outline of my dad's cock. It wasn't hard, but its size was still showing through. "Mornin' son," Dad said, glancing at me, up and down. "Morning," I said, boner already tented in my shorts. Seeing my dad, knowing what was beneath those clothes, I couldn't help it. Dad flipped the faucet, letting the pan rinse, steam pluming toward the ceiling. I stepped behind my dad, only reaching the height of just the middle of his back, and ran my hand over the bulge in his pants, giving a gentle squeeze, as if I were a bird perching on a branch. Dad jolted with surprise. His hand wrapped around my wrist, shooing me away. "Whoa, whoa," he said. I recoiled. What did I do wrong? "Let's eat first, buddy." I laughed slightly. I should have realized. Hot food. It would get cold. "Sorry, Dad," I said sheepishly. "S'fine," he said, lifting the two plates. "Yer a horny little guy. It's normal." It felt good to hear him say that. All of this pent up energy. All of these questions I'd been filtering in and out of my head. It felt good to know that they were all normal. But still, I wanted to just jack off right there. I'd woken up with the purpose of cumming, and I realized that I was going to have to be patient. The dining room seemed much more spacious filled with daylight. Blinds sliced the sun making shadows against us as we ate. I put hot sauce on my eggs, Dad just at them plain. I ate quickly, hoping that if I finished, we could play some more. Maybe he would kiss me again, maybe he would suck my dick. I just hoped that I would get to wash breakfast down with more cum. That seemed to be what I was craving the most. Dad seemed to be taking his time. I was already finished. I sat on my hands patiently, watching him slowly shovel each bite into his mouth. Licking his lips, his jaw muscles clenching and tightening with each chew. I swung my legs out of excitement, my barefeet brushing up against my dad's legs. Just feeling his tight calves against the soles of my feet was enough to get my dick throbbing, but as if to torture me, he kept eating slower and slower. Scraping the plate for the smallest morsel as if not to waste anything. "You're a slow eater, Dad," I said, shakiness in my voice. "S'good not to rush when you eat," he explained, chewing on a piece of bacon, locking eyes with me. "Savor every bite. Never know where yer next meal might come from," he looked at me dead in the eyes. I swallowed. Eggs and bacon were good, but I wanted my dad to feed me more. Finally, Dad finished up his breakfast, tapping his fork against his plate. "Y'wanna take my plate to the sink?" he prompted. "Yeah, sure, Dad," I said a little bummed out. I walked around to his side of the table, putting my hand out. Before I could even think, my dad's strong hand gripped my shoulder, shoving me to my knees. "Git down there, boy," he said. He pivoted over so my face was at his waist, still seated in his chair. I gulped, eyes widened staring at the bulge of his balls in his pants. I could smell his cock through his sweatpants. He flipped his wifebeater up a little bit, to reveal his cock springing out from the waistband of his sweats, already leaking with precum, a web of it in his treasure trail. I exhaled slowly in awe of its perfection in broad daylight. I climbed up gripping his thighs with my small hands, diving face first on to Dad's glistening meat. "Ahhh, yeah," he growled, rolling his eyes, "Yer still hungry, huh?" "Mm-hmmm," I grunted as I already found myself devouring half of Dad's cock, swirling my tongue, doing as he said, savoring each inch, like I may never eat again. Precum glazed my tongue, and I was in heaven. I raked my hands through my dad's leg hair, pulling on the waistband of his sweats, letting his balls flop out. My hands sifted and played with the warm sticky skin, kneading and rolling his balls between my fingers, which made more precum slide into my stomach. I pulled off his cock to get some air, and promptly stuffed my face into his ballsack, hardly fitting one of his massive balls into my mouth. Dad's legs jolted with each sudden movement. I tried fitting both in at once, but together, they were too big for me. Dad's wet cock painted against my cheeks, as I soaked his balls with my mouth. "Mmmmm, yeah, jus' like that, Seb," he groaned deeply. I gazed up at him as I enjoyed the scent and taste of his nuts in my mouth. His body swayed to and fro as if he was in a dream. I relinquished his balls from my mouth, and ran my tongue from the base of his shaft, all the way up to the tip, and swallowed three-quarters of his cock in one full gulp, slightly gagging on the way down. "OH fuck, Seb! Yer gettin' too good at this!" More precum spilled into my mouth. It was delicious, but I was dying for his entire load. I came back up for air, eyes blurry and bloodshot, panting slowly. "Git back on there, son," he said almost whining. I inhaled before diving back down, slobbering on my dad's meat once more. I worked my hand around his thick cock, and jacked him off as I sucked. Dad's hands wrapped around the back of my skull, and his hips thrust into my mouth. I clutched my dad's hide as he pounded into my throat with his cock, the ends of my hair starting to drip with sweat. "Fuck, Sebastian. Fuck, fuck, fuck yeah," he chanted. I furrowed my brow as I struggled to keep up with him. When he used me like this, I knew that meant he was close to cumming. I grunted as he pushed deeper down my throat, his pubic hair brushing my face, stretching my jaw to the absolute limit. "Seb, I'm cummin'," I held both hands onto my dad's thighs, holding on for dear life, and pushed my head as deep as it would go, choking on Dad's cock, spit leaking from my lips, pooling around his dick. "Fucgh, fughuuugh, I'm....cum...grahhh!" Cum flooded into my mouth in rapid spurts, and I savored every drop, desperately swallowing his warm juice, eyes rolling back into my head. Dad held his hands out as if to keep his balance. I swirled my tongue around his cock, making sure that nothing was left behind. When I let off his cock, strings of spit mixed with cum stretched from his skin and streamed down my bare chest. Dad reclined in his chair in pure euphoria. My dick was still trapped in my gym shorts, envious of his orgasm. I leaned back licking my lips thankfully. My dad suddenly swooped his hands under my armpits, pulling me to his lap, so my legs straddled his waist, his softening cock resting like a log between my ass cheeks. He ran his tongue along my torso, cleaning up my spit/cum mixture, and then pulled my head to his, and ravenously kissed my lips, his stubble scratching me. His tongue explored my mouth with his hips grinding his cock in between my ass. I let out a low moan. I didn't even know being touched down there could feel good. His hands grabbed my small chest, fiddling with my nipples, kneading and rubbing my muscles, all while kissing me, and humping against my shorts. His hands felt up and down my back, and eventually made their way lower, sliding the back of my shorts down slightly, making the top of my ass stick out. He slid his hands beneath my shorts entirely, squeezing and massaging my tiny ass with his sizable hands. "Mmmm," he whispered into my ear. "That's my growin' boy," he growled. I could have cum just by being handled this way, precum forming a radiating stain in my shorts. Keeping one hand on my ass, he moved the other one to the front, pulling out my throbbing dick. His teeth nibbled on my lips, and I was being sent into overdrive. His fingers poked and prodded my tight butthole, while his other hand stroked my dick, using my own precum to make it more slippery. "Mmmph....MMPH," I wailed into my dad's mouth as he continued making out with me, even harder as he heard my cries. I heard the slick sounds of my cock getting milked by my dad, and knew I wasn't going to last much longer. I rode on top of my dad's lap like a rocking horse, feeling the firmness of his hand and his own cock teasing my ass. My stomach started to twist with eagerness and I could feel it in the tips of my toes that I was getting close. "MMMMPH! HHHHMPH!" I whined, holding onto my dad's chest, shoulders, neck, whatever could keep me grounded, as cum darted out of my dick that jolted and twitched in my dad's hand. Dad moaned into my my mouth. My back began to arch as pleasure seared through my body. My dad let go of my lips, and started kissing, biting and licking various parts of my skin. My neck, shoulder, chest, nipple, feeding himself with my cum by dipping his fingers in each silvery trail. I rested my arms around my dad's neck in exhaustion, which caused him to lash his tongue into my mouth once more, growling like an animal the whole time. "Haaa, Dad...." he sighed. "It just feels so good," my hips involuntarily continued to gyrate on top of my dad's lap, grazing against his cock. "I don't want to do ANYthing today! I just want to stay home with you." He laughed. "We can't just do this all day," he explained. I could sense his mutual disappointment. I knew he had more years than me. More orgasms under his belt. He'd matured, and cumming wasn't his whole life. It frightened me that I had even suggested that I wanted it to be my whole life. "The world keeps turning, as much as it feels like it all stops when yer cumming up buckets." "Is it really buckets?" I asked excitedly. "Well," he licked his lips, "No, but it's gettin' there." I twisted my mouth disappointedly. "The more often you cum during the day, the less that's gonna come out." "Really?" I asked, almost upset. I wanted to cum a lot like my dad, and he certainly wasn't saving it all up. "But every time you touch me, I get so hard down there. The only way it stops is if I cum." I shifted my weight on his lap, slowly humping against his waist. "I know, son," he squeezed my shoulder. "You'll learn to control it. You'll realize the longer you let yourself save it, the better it'll be when you finally cum." He kissed my stomach. "You'll see." I was already getting hard again, inflating inside the space within my dad's sticky hand. My dad chuckled. "C'mon. Let's get a shower, and then you need a swim-suit," he spanked my ass, slightly. "No cumming while we're in the shower," he instructed sternly, gripping my arms. "We gotta get a move on." I nodded my head. "Yes sir," I said disappointed. Maybe Dad was right. Maybe it would be better if I came less. In the shower we mainly talked. I asked questions about if he ever felt like I am now. Did he ever get to cum with his dad? When my mother came home would we be able to keep doing it? Dad laughed nervously at my curiosity. "Sebastian," he said running his fingers through his hair, his pits full of dark hair damp with water, which began cascading down his body, forming a waterfall right at his semi-hard dick. "It's all really complicated." He let water hit his face. I looked down at my erection, and back at Dad. It didn't seem that complicated to me. We both get horny, we both make each other feel good, what's the difference? What was so complicated about that? "T'answer yer first question,"--did he ever feel like I am right now--"Yeah, son. Absolutely. I was horny all the time at yer age. I jacked off 5-6 times a day if I could." I smiled. Relieved to know that Dad had gone through what I'm going through. I spread soap on my skin as I listened to my dad talk about being my age. "I jacked off to everything. Sears catalogs, with the girls who wore bathin' suits, girlie magazines that me and my friends traded with each other, all the time. Mostly just had to use my imagination, though." I ran soap across my chest, pushing on my small but still sinewy muscle, making sure to scrub under my arms, suds frothing and sliding down my body. "And yeah, I came with Gramps. He's the one who showed me how." My attention was peaked. I'd only met Gramps once. I was four, and it was at my birthday. My dad has always kept to himself, but Gramps, he really kept to himself. Only when he was talking to me did he warm up. He left my sister alone. He'd bounce me on his leg, steal my nose, ruffle my hair. "Gram-gram found out about Gramps showing me how to cum, and kicked him out." Soap slid off of me, revealing shiny and clean skin. My dick harder at this point, hearing about Gramps and Dad like this. "Never forgave'r for that," Dad said as he ran the shower water across his back, washing himself clean from soap. "So you can prolly figger out the answer to yer last question," could we still have our fun when Mom and Lisa come home. A lump rose up in my throat. I coughed, clearing my voice. "She wouldn't like it?" I asked, earnestly. "Ha. No, Seb," he said sliding his hands across his ass and around the underside of his groin, scooping his hand beneath his balls and stroking up the rest of him. "She wouldn't like it." I bit my lip. My eyes were welling up with tears. I moved in front of Dad, back facing him, holding my face in front of the warm water, letting the tears spill out, not wanting Dad to notice. I exhaled out one whispering sob. I knew right then that I hated my mother. She came to one lake-swim. Once. When I was in fourth grade. She was hot and sweaty the whole time, and complained that she got a sunburn. I got third that day. It wasn't a big deal. I knew it wasn't. Dad was there, though. I remember hearing his whistle, cutting through the water. I remember him saying how excited he was watching me passing up the other kids. My mother pouted on the drive home, her hair sticking to her neck from being in the sun. Dad and I talked excitedly about things like "potential" and "conditioning". "Maybe we can think of something more productive to do next weekend," she chimed in cheerfully. We both kind of shut down. Listened to her updates on what was going on with her. I was used to it. It was customary. Listening to Dad shut down while we were in the shower, though. I couldn't help but think that I was, once again, losing my Dad to someone who didn't truly love either of us. I stepped out of the shower, leaving Dad to continue. My erection was still present, but not as full as before. I pulled a towel from Dad's towel rack, let the air conditioning dry me off, and headed toward my room to get dressed. Even though I thought I hid it already, I continued crying. What was I supposed to do? Feeling a hard-on punch against the fabric of my shorts felt like prison. I didn't want to be like Dad where he had to jack of 5-6 times a day. Especially when there was someone just in the next room that could let that cum be used in a better way. It was all just so unfair. I got dressed in my jean shorts and a T-shirt with Robocop on it and waited downstairs near the front door, and waited for Dad to be ready to leave, sitting on the window sill, resting my elbows on my knees. After ten minutes, Dad emerged from the hallway wearing a polo shirt, jeans, and his boots. I scowled at the feeling of my dick pulsing in my shorts, trying to ignore it. "Ready to hit it?" he asked. "Yep," I replied. We jumped into the truck, and with a roar we backed out of our driveway and hit the road. Looking out the window, I saw Mr. Grisham mowing his front lawn. He was wearing just a T-shirt and jeans, and his sweat stains allowed me to see his skin, his muscles. Even though he didn't look it on the outside, I could tell Mr. Grisham had a nice body. Not like my dad's but still, it was nice. I saw Paul pulling weeds, stooped over his house's front lawn flower beds. I saw his shoulder blades dancing under the fabric of his shirt, and noticed his butt crack peeking out of his shorts. The whole sight made me hard, and I adjusted myself. Dad chuckled. "You gonna make it?" he asked, lightly. "I'm fine," I said brusquely, continuing to sulk. I was frustrated. Dad could control his urge to stuff his cock into anything that'd be willing to take it, and I was stuck sitting cross-legged hoping no one would notice. Dad just smiled, knowingly. He understood what I was going through. If anything I needed to realize that I was privileged. I got to experience much more than he did as a kid. We pulled into the parking lot of a Sears in our area. At 9:30 AM, only maybe nine or ten cars were parked in the lot. We walked in, the cool air conditioning swept over us, and I followed Dad over to the clothing section, which took sometime. Neither of us knew where we were going. Dad approached a small rack of different bathing suits. On the rack hung board-shorts, speedos, all types. "Whaddya think?" Dad asked as he flipped through different types of suits. Some of the suits were just for casual swimming, but I had my eye on the suits that were more competitive. I knew that the more the suit formed to the swimmer, the more effortlessly the swimmer could pass through the water. "I guess I'll try these three." I grabbed a pair of striped board shorts, a shorter yellow swimsuit, and a blue speedo. We walked over to the fitting room, noted that we had three items, and the fitting room lady took me to a dressing room. "I'll be out here if ya need something, Seb." I shut the door behind me, and tossed the clothes onto a wooden bench that was sat in the corner of the room. A tall mirror stretched toward the ceiling. I sighed, stripping off my shirt, jeans, and briefs. I glanced at the mirror to see my naked body, my dick somewhat hard, definitely not as full as it was before. I stared at my dick, scowling at it. Why couldn't I just go back to being how things were? Where I didn't care about cumming, where I didn't feel like someone who bites their nails, and having their hands tied behind their back. I yanked the board shorts off the bench, and stepped into them one leg at a time, pulling them over my erection, the head still peaking out from the waistband. I adjusted it, sighing in exasperation. It was like having a rock in your shoe. I stuffed it beneath the fabric, staring at the mirror. My dick now rock hard was punched furiously against the fabric. I tried walking around, but my dick kept jabbing against the front of the suit, so all I could do is do a sort of waddling limp. "Dad?" I called out. Some silence then-- "Yeah, son," he voice seeped through the wooden shutters of the dressing room door. "Can you...what do you think?" I asked awkwardly. I tapped the door knob lever, letting him in. When he saw me, my sheepish face, fully hard dick tented in this bathing suit, he couldn't help but let out a bark of laugh. "Ha! Well, it definitely fits ya," he came around and stood behind me, both of us facing the mirror. I'd thought I hit a growth spurt, but I still only came up to just the middle of Dad's stomach. I felt my hair brushing against his abdomen. He rested his hands on my hips, pushing down on the waistband. Then he ran his finger between the circumference of the waistband and my skin. His touch made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up, and chills run down my spine, as if Dad was transferring electricity into my soul. "Yeah, definitely fits ya," he reached around and tugged on my dick. I sighed in pleasure, my legs starting to buckle. "Here, why don' ya try on the other one," he reached over and grabbed the smaller yellow suit. "This one wouldn't really do ya too good swimmin' laps." He had a point. Board shorts were for...well surfboards. Even though we lived in the hill country, people still wore them. They were trendy, I guess. I dug my thumbs into the waistband and wiggled out of the board shorts letting them slump to the floor. My dick bobbed up and down, I stared it down in the mirror. We weren't at home, so this couldn't be the right place for this. "Here ya go, Seb." He stretched the waist of the shorter suit out, allowing for me to step inside. As my legs slipped into the soft, mesh material, Dad cupped his hands along each leg, smoothing out my skin, his nose, and scruffy facial hair scraped against the side of my ass. I felt my balls twitch at the feeling of his hands and warmth grazing against me. Dad scooted the suit up, climbing toward my hips. Using his left hand, he tucked my cock away within the fabric, which made my stomach clench slightly. Dad stood up once again examining the fit. Looking at myself, it was pretty short. While the board shorts stretched down to my knees, this suit just barely reached to past my mid-thigh. My dick still stuck out against the yellow, the fabric bunching and pinching from its force made it look like a cartoonish sun shining beneath my waist. The force from my cock was pushing the waistband from my stomach. Looking down, I could easily see the base of my shaft, and balls cradled by the white mesh inside. I imagined walking out to the pool like this. Everyone would be able to see my hard on. It made me a little uneasy, but also a little excited. To have those eyes on me. The way Dad was looking at me right now. "I dunno, Dad," I said skeptically. "It's pretty short." "This is what swimmers wear. Then you'd wear this one," he grabbed the speedo, "underneath to race in." I fiddled with my hard-on trying to make it fit in the small shorts. "I guess so." He stretched the speedo and handed it to me. "Here, one more." I pulled the yellow shorts off of me, dick throbbing at this point, protruding from my waist and stretching diagonally, rocketing toward the ceiling. Glancing at Dad, he had a tight bulge in his pants going as well, which wasn't helping me focus whatsoever. I took the speedo in my hand. It was ridiculously small. When I was naked, I couldn't help but laugh at the thought of how this could possibly look. I slipped the stretchy piece of blue fabric around my ankles and pulled and stretched the speedo over me. I shifted my hips from side to side in order to get the speedo in place. I released my fingers from the fabric, and the waistband fired against my skin with a SNAP! It was incredibly tight. Almost as though I wasn't wearing anything. The air conditioner's breath brushed against my legs and down my back, giving me goosebumps. I crossed my arms, rubbing the sides to keep warm. I looked silly, I thought. My hip bones poked out like ridges of a cave, my shoulders were beginning to cower inward. My knees, despite my thighs gaining some fullness, were knobby, showing that I'd grown at least three inches since summer began. The tightness of the speedo definitely kept my boner from poking forward, but... "Hmm," Dad grumbled. My dick was poking out the left side of the speedo, totally exposed. Dad kneeled in front of me, taking my dick in his hands, lifting and adjusting the speedo, my dick, my balls. I was still short despite my hardly noticeable growth spurt. With my dad kneeling in front of me, his head came to the middle of my chest. No matter which way he tried to rearrange things, my cock was peeking out, and the more he handled me, the more horny I was getting, the more clear precum that wrote graffiti on this bathing suit. "Uh, Dad," I chimed in. He looked up at me, with deep brown eyes, that made me weak, that made me want to do whatever he asked. "I-I...I don't think it's gonna work," I said quietly, hoping no one would hear me. He let go, sitting back on his feet, putting his hands on his hips. He let out a sigh, staring at my hard on, which at this point was turning a deep red from the tightness of the bathing suit. Dad's brow when from twisted and confused, into relaxed, as though he'd figured out the answer. Then suddenly, I felt the roughness of his hands starting at my heels and elevating up the backs of my legs and thighs and finally at my ass. He folded his fingers into the waistband, and started shedding the speedo from my waist, kneading his fingers into the softness of my ass on the way down. As this spandex curtain was lifted from my waist, my dick gasped for air. I exhaled in relief. "D-D-Dad?" I whispered. "Don't...don't you think that..." Before I could say more, Dad dove onto my cock, slowly engulfing it with his warm mouth. I gasped sharply, feeling his tongue coiling around my dick. His movements were slow, and all I could do was shudder and grip my dad's head to keep from falling over. "Alright, here ya go," I heard the fitting room attendant getting closer to our door. "Let me know if you need anything!" My neck tightened, as I lowered my jaw, to cry out in pleasure, but knew I couldn't to keep us from getting in trouble. Dad forehead pounded into my navel as he went deeper and deeper down my cock. My legs trembled as my dad sucked and pulled on me. He scooted toward me on his knees, holding me by my ass. My only choice was to shuffle backwards toward the bench. I felt a vibration in my dad's throat, growling as he devoured my aching meat. My breath became more labored and sharp, but my dad continued to guide me toward the bench. Finally, the backs of my legs pressed against the cool wood and I stumbled backward, flopping down, my back pressing against the painted wall of the dressing room, my dad overtaking me from the waist down. I clenched my eyes shut as waves of pleasure jolted through my legs and arms with each purposeful slurp from my dad's mouth. His right hand coiling around my balls, stroking my cock, his left supporting my lower back, kneading my tightened muscles. I bit my lower lip, doing everything in my power from crying out in utter joy.' "Ffffuck, Dad," I whispered, gripping the back of his head, and thrusting into his mouth, just like he had done to me. I felt a scowl overtake my face as I more aggressively dug my dick into his throat, pushing as deep as I could. My dad snarled as he used both arms to scoop me up from my lower back, lifting me into the air, my cock still down his throat, my naked back sliding against the wall, until he was standing. My body was a hammock. My legs draped over my dad's shoulders, the speedo still dangling from my ankles, and my dad's arms served as the support beneath my back. I was immobilized. All I could do was lay in my dad's web of limbs, and submit to the orgasm he was going to give me. And he was going to give it to me whether I was ready to cum or not. His face was reddening, veins growing on his neck, sweat beaded on his brow and forehead, looking me dead in the eye as I continued to disappear into him. I could feel my balls stirring, electricity building in my thighs, under my arms, behind my eyes. I gulped down air as much as I could, chest heaving, fingers digging into my dad's scalp to keep from moaning. Suddenly-- KNOCK KNOCK! "Everything OK in there?" My eyes widened. My dad slurped my cock slowly one last time, not breaking eye contact. "All good in here. Right, son?" "Y-y-yeah!" I barely managed to speak. My balls ached, my dick sprang against my belly, pulsing, desperate to cum. "Ooookay!" I listened to the attendant's footsteps grow quieter. "K-keep sucking me, Dad," I whispered. My dad raised his eyebrow at me. "Please," I corrected myself. He clutched my side as he buried himself into my waist once more, my vision dancing with multi-colored lights. Sweat began to snake down my spine, my toes curling tightly. Cum inflated my balls, and I knew it wouldn't be long before I was going to bust in this dressing room. "O-oh, God." Dad continued bobbing up and down on my cock, refusing to stop, playing into my desire. "Dad!" I whispered, nodding, feeling my body become lighter than air, floating toward some unknown ceiling of pleasure. "I'm---" before I could even finish my thought, I was emptying my load into my dad's mouth, my eyes bugging out of my head, my jaw contorting, in a brief glance to the full mirror of the dressing room, I saw myself in a state I'd never imagine. An exorcism. My limbs spidering around my father as he extracted every drop of cum he could, milking me dry. My muscles began to quake as I stifled every bit of noise that I could, easing my lungs steadily of the air I was holding inside my chest. My tumultuous orgasm subsided like a storm, and my dad slowly lowered me onto the bench, leaving me in a tangled mess, like laundry. He licked his lips, "Yep, I think the blue and the yellow ones will work," he leaned over and tossed my clothes onto me. I was in a daze. Carbonated. Every fiber of my body fizzy, and out of control. My legs made small jolts, as my orgasm came and went in waves. A bead of cum inflated at the tip of my penis. My dad clapped his hands together as if just finishing a job. He saw me in my state, smirked, and reached for my underwear and shorts. I mustered enough strength to move my legs and arms. My heels clicked against the shabby carpet. As if with a mind of its own my hand floated to my dick, squeezing out the last couple of drops of cum. My cock slick from my dad's spit. My dad knelt down, lapped up the last drops of cum, and slid my underwear and shorts around my ankles and legs, shimmying them up to my waist. Then he draped my T-shirt over my head, and I, zombified, slipped my arms through the sleeves. Dad lifted me from under my arms, and I fell into him, burying my head into his chest, wrapping my arms around him. Exhausted. "Let's go, Son. No time to nap now." And so we grabbed the suits we wanted to buy, and left our domain. I took one final look at the unassuming dressing room, a streak of my sweat painting a strip of the wall where my dad held me. I felt myself, hard in my shorts still. My skin clammy, my cheeks flushed. I shuffled through the store, still coming down from my orgasm. My dad walked with purpose. We paid for our things, and headed back to the truck. Putting my seatbelt on, I finally started to regain some energy. "Dad!" I finally said, out of breath. "That was really fun!" Dad, with his wrist draped over the steering wheel, gazed at me. He'd never looked more handsome. Shirt tucked in, jeans tight, hair dusting every inch of him. Instead of responding, he lunged toward me, kissing me on the lips, tongue penetrating my mouth, his teeth nippling my lower lip. When he pulled away, with a loud smack, he gruffly exhaled, wiping his mouth with his arm. He sighed. "Yer doin things to me, Seb," he said low. He started the engine, put the car in reverse, and we pulled away toward the next stop on our schedule. "Whaddya mean, Dad?" I asked. "Have You Ever Needed Someone So Bad" by Def Leppard was wailing over the radio. "I mean," he cleared his throat, "yer makin' me horny. Yer makin' me act differently," he said, eyes focused on the road. "Is that," I paused, unsure, "good?" "I dunno," he responded. "I'm likin' it," he said with a grin, which made my heart swell. We reached a traffic light. A long light from the looks of it. Dad squirmed in his seat, shoving his thumb into his waist, giving it a slight pull. I glanced down to see that he was hard. Dad scratched his upper lip, nonchalantly. I stared more at his crotch. My mouth salivated at what I knew was in there, and I realized: I hadn't sucked him off while we were at the store. I mustered up the courage to reach over and feel my dad's crotch. Dad just continued staring ahead at the car in front of him. I adjusted my legs so that I was facing him. I leaned over and rested my head against his lap. His signature must wreaked through his jeans. With my hand, I slipped my fingers through his button fly, heat radiating from the fabric. With a tug from my fingers, the buttons one-by-one came undone, and to my surprise, my dad's cock sprang out like a snake-in-a-can, and landed with a thud across my face. "Yeah," he said, unassuming, "need t'do laundry when we get home." He adjusted his hips so his cock swept across my face. "Ran outta briefs." My breath shuddered. "Uh-huh," I said hypnotized. All this meat stuck to my face. His pubic hair tangled in my nostrils. My dad's thighs twitched and flexed as he switched from pedal to pedal beneath the wheel. His arm rested around my back, so he could change gear. I glanced out the window to see other businesses, trees, cars blur by, as he drove. My jaw dropped, almost instinctively, and allowed my dad's dick to ease its way into my mouth. My eyes fluttered from the smell and taste. Already, there was precum, salty and sweet, ready for my to taste. My tongue slithered around the slit of his dick to savor each bit. I extended my jaw even more to allow more my dad to snake down my throat. Each bump he drove over, his dick naturally would jolt further, and slide away. "Fuuuuck, yer mouth feels nice, boy." His words encouraged me to take more into my mouth, though I was already feeling sore. It wasn't a comfortable position to be in, but I was driven to make Dad proud of me. I sank further toward his hips and waist, taking his dick deeper into my mouth, coiling my tongue around his thick shaft as I moved up and down. I tried clutching the base of his cock like he'd done to me, using my spit and his own skin to milk out as much precum as I could. "Yeah, get down on that cock, son." I could tell he was distracted, but he was doing his best to keep an eye on me, and the road. My mouth plunged deeper on his cock, coating my mouth with his warm precum, drool escaping the sides of my lips. I rose to the surface for air, leaving his dick with a "pop!" My dad, hands and his left knee trembling, cranked the truck into fourth gear, letting go of the stick. "Nah, don't you stop yet, Seb. Keep goin'." With that, he used his now free hand to rake his fingers through my sloppy and sweat-damp hair to push me back on his dick. We must've been on the highway at that point, because Dad was full-fledged thrusting into my mouth, arching his back, balancing on his heel to alter the gas or brakes. Dad started grunting and gritting his teeth, making sure I wasn't going anywhere. It's these moments that I hoped would never end with my Dad. He'd worked so hard to provide for me and our family, and I loved the feeling of returning the favor. Whether it be doing work around the house, or moments like right now: where I was going to swallow, suck, slurp, and deepthroat my dad--allow him to jab the back of my skull with his thick cock--allow him to smother my face with his pubic hair until... I heard the noise of the truck accelerating. My Dad's balls became tight around the base of his dick. "Seb...Sebastian...I'm..." his hand was on the wheel, knuckles turning white, the other pulling and pushing my head onto his cock, beads of my spit flicking and flecking onto my face and his balls. "I'm gonna fucking cum. I'm gonna fucking cum!" It almost didn't sound like him. It almost sounded like fear, or maybe exhilaration. "Sehhhb, FUCK, G-G-GKK." The acceleration came to a stop. Cum surged into my mouth, between my teeth, down my throat, spilling out of my lips and ran down my chin, but I pushed further, trying not to let any drop escape. "Aahhhh!" he cried. I kept milking my dad with my lips, tongue, and hands, yearning to be given more. Dad's back returned to resting against the seat of the truck. The truck started to slow. "Have You Ever Needed Someone So Bad" began to quiet. My dad's chest heaved as he returned both hands to the wheel, sweat from his forearms dripped onto the back of my neck, and I carefully continued cleaning and grooming my dad's meat for any excess cum. As I lifted from my dad's lap, his cock still twitching, shining from my treatment, he pulled into a parking space, put the truck in park, and shut off the engine. I looked at my dad, and he looked back, longingly, somewhat breathless. Almost as if he wasn't done with me. Sweat dampened his polo, around his pits, and chest. His neck shown with sweat, and beads of it ran down his forehead. He glanced to the side mirrors, and quickly checked behind him. Then, he leaned forward, flicked his tongue out, licked my chin, and then stuck his tongue in my mouth. My tongue reached for his, wrestling, my lips sucking on his. When he leaned away, his own cum--which must have come from my chin--sat pillowed on his bottom lip. "Some for me, too." He licked his lips. It was gone. He folded his massive dick back into his jeans, and buttoned up his fly, the bulge still quite pronounced beneath the thick denim. I wiped my lips with the back of my arm. "Where are we, Dad?" I asked, cum on my breath. "Pool," he said, unbuckling his seatbelt. "Supposed to have swim practices today. Thought we'd check it out. See if we can get ya signed up." I smiled. I'd been eager to get back in the water, ever since we'd moved in. Dad instructed me to grab the yellow short trunks and the blue speedo to see how they work in the water. I wadded them in my hands, and we stepped out of the truck and headed up to the entrance. "Morning!" a chipper high-school girl bounced toward us. She was wearing a yellow polo, short khakis, blonde hair tied back over a black visor. She looked like a camp counselor. "Gotcher membership cards handy?" "Uh, nah," my dad said. "We just moved here from out of town." "Oh! Well, no problem! I can get you set up. Here," she pulled a clipboard from out from seemingly nowhere, "just sign yer names here for me, and I can get you started over by the office. Shouldn't take too long." My dad took the pen from the top, and etched his name into the red gridded paper. His arm brushed the sides of the sheet, leaving behind a smudge of sweat. She looked us up and down. We were noticeably drenched in sweat. "Hot one, isn't it?" she said. My dad and I glanced at each other. I felt oddly nervous. "Air conditioning's busted in the truck," he explained, handing the board to me. "We've gotten pretty used to it." "I hear ya!" she bounced. "Good thing the pool's open. If you both wanna just come with me, I can get yer paperwork done." "Uh, actually," my dad interrupted, "Can he go ahead and--" "Oh yeah! If he wants to go ahead and start playing he can." She faced away from us to point at each location. "Over there's the play area. We've got a diving board, a HIGH dive, diving blocks, a couple of swimming lanes, and over there is the changing rooms, lockers, showers, all that." "I'll get this done, I'm gonna try to find the coach who does practices, and then I'll come find ya." "'Kay." And he went off leaving me by myself. I looked around. Not too busy, since it was only around ten. Some mom's laying on beach chairs, with their kids splashing around. One life guard sat at the center at her post. It was pretty empty for the most part. I was hoping the changing area would be equally as empty. Shuffling over to the changing rooms, I rounded the privacy walls, hearing lots of chatter and noise. "Oh, no," I thought. I didn't like the idea of getting changed in front of a bunch of strangers. Sure enough, rounding the final wall stood tons of guys at lockers, in the showers, flopping towels around their waists, packing up, or unpacking. I stood somewhat frozen. It appeared to be pairs of dads and their own sons, all undressing, showering, as if there was some big father-son swim day or something. One dad was talking to another, shirtless, towel in hand. Another son was smearing sunscreen on his dad's hairy back, and down his shoulders. Another dad was doing the same to his son's neck and ears. One dad was standing in the large group showers with his son, casually soaping their glistening bodies, water foaming at their feet, suds melting away around their private parts. I could feel a tightness beneath my waist, and, mortified, knew what was happening. I suddenly felt the urge to run out and find my own dad. He would make me feel more comfortable in this space. I felt my feet turn to leave, when I heard a voice. "Ha. Hey, kid!," a man called to me. A man who appeared to be in his early fifties stood near the back of the room, one arm up. "This locker's open." He pointed to the one next to him. I looked around. No one was distracted by his announcement. One pairing brushed past me, trying to leave, fully clothed. I realized I was in the way, and moved toward him. The man disappeared behind the door of his locker, and seemed to be stripping down, ready to change. I set my suits down, and opened the locker as well, blocking the view from the crowd. I peeled my still sweat-soaked shirt off my body, and tossed it in the locker. I awkwardly pulled my shoes and socks off and piled them neatly inside. I took a quick glance at the man next to me. His skin was leathery, like a tanned hide, and was shaped solidly. A bit shorter than my dad, and a bit heavier, too. He had long arms that were bulky and defined. As he pulled his shirt off, I could see what used to be a chest of someone who used to be in incredible shape, but with age and life catching up, had started to form into a certain stockiness, and was completely devoid of any body hair, aside from a crown of soft spiked hair, which was a bright and silvery gray. A round belly formed beneath his chest, and unlike a beer belly that would sag over a waistline, curved almost like its own muscle, punctuated by a slight outie bellybutton. My dick was starting to stir the longer I stared at him. He pulled on his swimsuit waistline with his thumbs, revealing to me in a flash, a soft, yet round butt and as he pulled his thumbs toward the front I saw the coiling of his dick pressed against the suit and his thigh. He glanced at me, and I quickly turned away. "Hey," he said, smiling, "it's okay to be shy." I just nodded, and started undoing my shorts. He scooted past me, his hand touching my shoulder, and his belly grazing my back. "See ya out there." He walked off with the stilted and pompous gait of a bodybuilder, without the intense muscle mass. Others were starting to leave as well. I shook my pants and underwear off, my dick springing into the humid and steamy air of the locker room. Horrified that anyone would see me, I quickly slid my speedos on, and ignoring the fact that it was hardly covering my penis, slid the yellow shorts over them. Tossing my pants and briefs into the locker, I shook my legs to loosen my muscles. I winded the privacy walls, and arranged my dick strategically to not be so noticeable. Outside, and dressed to swim, I found my purpose. I looked around for my dad, but assumed he was still working with that girl, or trying to find the swim coach. I stepped over to one of the diving blocks, and found the man lying at one of the beach chairs now wearing sunglasses, wiping sunscreen on his legs, pulling his suit up to rub and knead his thighs. In the sun, his tan looked like copper, and contrasted sharply against his silver hair. Noticing that I was looking his way, he gave me a smile, his lips somewhat pink as opposed to his tan skin. I quickly turned away and climbed the block, and decided that I would practice dismounting first. To get a feel for this pool and how it works. I bent over, facing directly away from the man lying on the chair, and pushed off the block with as much power as I could, and punched through the surface of the water. The second I felt the curtain of bubbles peel away from me, I tried dolphin kicking. My kicks were awkward, and caused me to tilt instead of propelling me in a straight line. I kicked up, and swam toward the surface. I splashed myself the remaining distance toward the other side where they had another set of diving blocks set up. I pulled myself out of the water, climbed the blocks, and closed my eyes as the cool air blanketed around me. It felt great to have that feeling again. I wiped the water away from my eyes. I looked around to find my dad, but still nothing. I shifted my gaze, across the pool and noticed the man's face in my direction. He had on sunglasses, so he could be just looking anywhere, or maybe he was asleep, I thought. I put it out of my mind, bent forward and took another leap into the pool. Felt better that time. Pulled myself out of the water, to see the bottoms of the man's feet, his legs, thick, relaxed, and tan spread slightly. The man's thumb resting in the waistband of his suit. A thin film of sweat mixed with his lotion was forming on his chest. His face remained unchanged. I turned back toward the blocks, "Please don't get horny right now. PLEASE don't get horny right now," I thought. I dove in, connected perfectly with the water, the bubbles tickling my skin, legs dolphin kicking. I smiled as my hair drifted through the water. I slowed to a stop as I peeled through the surface, realizing I'd dove, kicked and surfaced at the other side of this lap, a good 25m. I bit my lip as I pulled myself out of the water, and climbed the blocks again. I took a deep breath before diving once more, but noticed across the pool the man had his hand in his suit, his other arm resting behind his head. Armpit devoid of hair. I felt my dick pulsing in my shorts, and tried to ignore it, but leaping into the pool. I clenched my eyes shut, dolphin kicked, trying to stay focused, but the man lying in the chair kept flashing in my mind. I resurfaced, wiped my eyes, and pulled myself out of the water. In front of me, I saw the man, stoically, rubbing the outline of his crotch over his suit. His dick seemed to stretch all the way around to his hip, and it looked thick as well. Thicker than Dad's possibly. I could hear the sound of the suit material scraping against his hands, starting from the middle of his waist, and stroking toward his dick head, pinching the tip with his fingers. The speedos that had been doing a good job of keeping my dick still, slipped, and I felt my dick spring from beneath their spandex cage, and now pressing against my yellow shorts. I quickly spun around and hopped on top of the blocks, shifting my suit to keep my crotch hidden. I dove in, deciding I'd move to laps, hoping I could just go into a trance, and forget about the man lying on the chair. I dolphin kicked to what I thought was halfway through the lap, and surfaced and moved into my freestyle swim. My arms felt great cutting through the water, though I missed the sediment and richness of lake water, not to mention that the chemicals in the pool were starting to hurt my eyes. I hit the wall and spun into backstroke, catching my breath, as my Adam's apple jittered with each gulp of air. The taste of my dad's cum seemed to come alive as I took in each breath, which only caused my cock to stir even more. I stretched my arms out, anticipating the wall to reach me soon. Feeling my fingertips graze the wall, I flipped backward, and kicked forward, morphing into my butterfly stroke: easily my best style. I felt my arms fly above the water, my sides almost like a dolphin's, hydrophobic, letting me speed through the chemical pool with ease. Underwater, I heard a familiar splash. Someone dove into the lane next to me. From the sound of their steady splashing, I assumed they were also swimming laps. A challenge! I thought. I picked up my pace and reach with my butterfly. I knew that eventually developing my deltoid muscles to help me cover more surface area of the water would benefit me, and from what I could tell, the person swimming laps was about to catch me. Hitting the wall, I tucked as small as I could and pushed off and moved into freestyle again. I felt the force of my opponents jetstream hit me like a thick wall, the water pulling my yellow shorts off of my waist. My brain flickered with distraction. My opponent, my erection, and now my missing bathing suit. I didn't want to stop swimming just to go back and get my suit, but I knew that my hard on with the soft water sliding against my skin was only going to make me harder. I clenched my eyes, and started pounding the water more aggressively. Each stroke a flash of memory hit me. My dad. My dad up close. My dick. The farmer. Sweat. Skin. Cum. Lots and lots of cum. The man on the chair. Water. The dressing room. Sears. My dad's exhale. The man on the chair. My dad's cock. Eight inches. Down my throat. The man on the chair. His bulge. Feeding me. Lotion. Musk. Skin. My dad. BAM! A flash of light struck into my eyes, and my hands instantly started clutching my head. I swam into the wall. I felt myself sinking lower into the pool. Half out of pain, and half out of embarrassment. My knees hit the pool floor first, and then my feet, and then my elbows. Suddenly, I felt an arm scoop me from my torso pulling me to the surface. Air smacked me in the face as I broke the surface--the arm guided me to the floating lane dividers, and I rested, breathless. "Ha. Kid, you okay?" I peered my eyes open, and it was the man lying in the chair. The man who called me over to him in the locker room. I looked at him confused. My legs dangled like branches, drifting in the weightlessness of the water. "Y-yeah," I muttered. "Banged your head pretty hard," he said feeling the top of my head. "Yep, you're gonna have a knot right there. Here," he said, squeezing my shoulder, "Let's get you checked out." He got out of the water, and using his long and thick arms, he managed to pull me out as well. My head didn't hurt that much, but I figured this guy knew what he was doing. I followed closely behind him, my cock still half-hard, flopping my feet, toward the locker room. As we entered, no one was around--either out swimming, or headed home. "You're pretty fast!" he said, opening his locker, his voice echoing throughout the space. The room reeked with the smell of chlorine and soap. "Thanks," I said. "Almost wasn't able to catch ya," he said with a wink in his voice. I smirked. Who was this guy? "Here. Face me." I did, and using a small flashlight he got from his locker, he shined a light in my eyes, instructing me to follow the light. He kept his hand on my shoulder as he moved the light left to right, up and down. The only sound in the room was the water dripping from our bodies and onto the tile floor. "You by yourself?" he said turning the light off, tossing it back in his locker. "No," I said quietly, "I came with my dad." "Well, you'll be fine. No damage. You'll just look like a rhinoceros for a couple of days." I smiled sheepishly. I gazed at him. He seemed to glow from all the sunlight he'd been collecting. Water ran down his round stomach and dripped on to his toes. The familiar bulge I'd seen outside seemed to be gone, but I still admired the shape of his penis and how it clung to his wet suit. His nipples were small and hard from being in the cold air, his nose and cheeks covered in a smattering of freckles, along with his shoulders. "You're gonna wanna rinse off after being in the water," he explained, untying his suit. "The water's soft, but they charge it with a ton of chemicals." I looked over the group showers. An avocado-tiled chamber with stained grout, several silver spouts jutting out of the walls like hooks. No privacy. It made me a little uncomfortable, the idea of showering in front of strangers. I fidgeted with my speedo, my penis, hardening again once more, trying to hide it from this man. "Good news is," his suit slumped to the floor with a wet sloppy thud, "you don't have a concussion," he said with a laugh. I peered nervously at the naked man only a foot away from me. He had a distinct tan line of a thin bikini bathing suit around his waist, thick thighs, and a kind of penis I'd never seen before. His had extra skin that seemed to fold over his dick like a leathery sock. I remembered sitting in the tub and using my own skin to hide my penis, but his seemed to look like that all the time. Balls, round and plumb, nestled tightly against it. "You shy or somethin'?" he asked kindly. I shrugged, goosebumps starting to form on my skin from the cold. "Hey, you're a swimmer, right? Swimmers gotta shower after being in a pool. Plus, the water here's warm," he gave me a swat on the back of my thigh as he headed toward the showers. With his back facing me, I watched his left and right butt cheek jiggle slightly as he walked. Now that he wasn't watching, I went ahead and started to shed my speedo. It clung to my skin, but my dick sprang to life as it escaped the tight material. I sighed in relief and the cool air blanketing around my suffocated erection. I turned around to see the man under the spray of water, still facing away from me. His hands running smoothly over his body, that as I examined further, was completely absent of body hair. Nowhere around his dick, or on his ass, his legs, anywhere. Just the dark silver hair on his head. I decided to head closer and step into the showers as well. Cool water pooled around my feet and headed toward the drain along with the soap that the man was smearing on his skin. I stepped up to the shower that was next to the man, holding my dick against my waist with one hand, and twisting the faucet with the other. The water stung at first, the cold shocking me into a sort of sobriety, and my cock seemed to be softening. I recoiled, letting the water spray on my legs and feet first, before slowly submitting to it. My teeth chattered. "Takes a bit for it to warm up," said the man, who let the water drench his head and face. "Once it does, it stays hot," he explained. I held my arms in my hands, feeling tight all over from the temperature. "Here," the man handed his bar of soap. "Soap up, until it gets warmer." I accepted the slippery rock, my balls twitching a bit, realizing that this soap had been in every corner of his body. I slid the soap across my arms and chest first, shaking slightly. The man stood somewhat out of the water, kneading a mountain of suds that seemed to coat his torso and crotch, watching me out of the corner of my eye. I rounded the soap around my stomach and waist, circling around my skin, lathering up my ass and my dick, that with each glance at the man bathing next to me, seemed to be stiffening once again. I tried creating a mountain of soap like he did to cover it up, but there was no use. I pivoted away from him to hide my budding erection, and tried soaping up my legs, standing on one foot for each leg. The water, in fact, started to warm up. I sighed in relief, smiling slightly, eyes closed. I turned to return the soap to the man, and to my shock, he was deep in focus, staring at his dick, his thick arm pulling and stroking it, clouds of soap frothing around it, and floating to the floor. The water tugged all the soap he had collected on his chest, his belly, and his dick, away like a curtain, and what stood before me was a man, glistening, and from what I could tell, steadily masturbating. I swallowed as my dick was now at full mast. The man used all that extra skin to swallow and engulf his erection that was similar to my dad's in length, around 8-9 inches, but had to have been thicker. His hand started at the base of his dick, and scrunched up his skin, folding it around the very tip, and then pulled the skin all the way back, revealing a shining, pink, almost beautiful cock. I cleared my throat, "Um, h-here ya go," I said holding out the bar of soap for him to use again. He sighed, relaxed, steam started to billow around the floor of the shower. "Thanks," he took the soap in his hand, looking at me in the eye, water dripping from his brow, nose, and chin. As he grabbed the soap, I saw his shoulder muscle, bicep, and forearm tighten as he gripped the bar forcefully. "Whope!" he exclaimed playfully, and the soap shot out of his hand and into the air, falling to the ground with a bright splash. "Oh, sorry!" I said, turning away to retrieve it. I approached the foaming rock, and bent over to pick it up. Right as I took the soap in my hand, I heard: "Whoa, whoa!" the man exclaimed, worried, "Don't move." I stood frozen, bent over, soap in hand. The man approached me from behind. I felt his hand on my ass, and jumped slightly. "Did you stretch before swimming?" he asked, concerned, the spray of the shower still drowning out most of the noise in the locker room. "Uh," I said, nervously, "no, I don't think so." I heard him inhale, sharply. "Is something wrong?" I asked, somewhat nervously. I was mooning this man. This man I'd only just met. "Well, there might be," he said deeply. He stepped closer, his dick resting heavily next to my hip. "Back looks okay, legs are in good shape," I felt his hand rest on my lower back, and drift toward my ass. "It's right here," he said, placing his hand between my two cheeks, kneading between them with his thumb, directly on my asshole, his other fingers grazing my balls. My jaw dropped involuntarily, my eyes widened, and I felt my dick jolt in response to his hands. "Th-there?" I'd never heard getting an injury in, or on, your ass before. It seemed like a very specific spot to get hurt, and I'd never even thought about really using...well, "that" part of me while swimming. "Yep," he said, with confidence, as if he'd seen it dozens of times before. "When you dive, your entire bottom half of your body uses a lot of power, if you don't prepare properly, you could be on the bench, not in the water." He continued to fit my small ass in his large hands, pressing and groping what muscles I had. I shuddered slightly. "If you want, I can make it better," he squatted behind me, so that my ass was in his face, his hand still resting on the small of my back. I felt a little awkward. "Fix ya right up." "Y-yeah. Sure, if you think I need to" I said, putting my hands on my toes. The warm water spilled across my back, through my hair, between my ass. I felt relaxed, and eager for this man to fix whatever was wrong with me. "This might tickle a bit," he said. What I felt next sent electricity through my arms, legs, behind my eyes. Something slippery and warm moving around on my asshole. "Uh-h-h...Ohhhhhhh," I groaned. At first I thought it might be his finger, or maybe the bar of soap, but it didn't have the same feeling. Peering through my wet eyelashes, past my twitching erection between my legs, I could see the man's naked body squatting behind me. His heavy erection stooped toward the floor, twitching with his heartbeat. At first the sensation seemed to circle my asshole lightly, with a buzz that shot through my back and through my shoulders. I felt my legs starting to slack and give a bit. Whatever he was doing, it felt amazing. Like being wrapped in a warm blanket from the dryer during winter time. What felt slippery at first turned into what felt like pressure against my butthole. The pushing feeling felt bizarre, since I'd never felt anything like this down there before. My jaw dropped, I exhaled deeply. "Feel alright?" he asked. "Uhh, y-yeah," I said, in a trance. His hands started to crawl up my legs, kneading my muscles beneath the hot water. Steam began to create a fog in the room. My legs started to shake as each warm push onto my backside was sending me into a different sort of ecstasy. It was similar to what me and Dad shared, but different. "Here," he tapped the inside of my legs, motioning me to spread them apart further. "I need to get a little closer, so I can really see what's wrong." Worry and intrigue kept me from asking questions. I did as he asked, widening my stance. He parted my cheeks, and then the warm feeling came back, the force from his pressure seemed stronger, more intense. I gasped through my clenched teeth, my dick pulsing, bobbing against my navel, hard as ever. "Hmm," he said, smacking his lips a bit. "I think I see the problem." "Y-you do?" I said nervously. I was worried about how erect I was getting, especially from something that he was doing to help me. I didn't want him to stop. Whatever it was that he was doing back there. "Yeah, you definitely are looking a little tight down here," he said rubbing my asshole with his finger. "What does that mean?" I said, full of breath. "It means that you need to stretch before each practice, that's for sure." Water pooled around us, my feet splashing it slightly as I adjusted my footing. "I can make it better." "Please," I said. "I wanna be able to swim." Suddenly, I felt him press into my asshole, harder than he had before--a sharp wetness, warm, slippery, piercing through me. "UHHHNGH!" I moaned. "Yeah," he said. "I can make it better." I felt it again, along with a slight tightening of my balls. My knees quaked. I finally looked behind me, since I had to know what he was doing. I couldn't believe it! He was licking and kissing my butt! His eyes were closed. His hair that stood up like smoke was now matted and dark against his tanned head. His jaw muscles tightened in his cheeks as he pressed his face into my back side. "Uhh, uggggh," I whined. What was this? What was he doing? Was this some kind of medical treatment? I felt myself lifting on my toes. I stumbled, but he reached out and grabbed the front of my thigh, pulling me back toward him. "Here," he pulled away. "Get on yer hands and knees." I stood up, straightening my back, which was starting to get sore. My cock was at full mast, pointing to my belly button, twitching with my heartbeat. I squatted down like a catcher would in a baseball game. "Like this?" I asked. "No, like you're crawling." "Okay." I placed my palms on the tile, straightening my back parallel to the ground, knees about shoulder wide. The two showers rained warm water down on me. The soap that was once on our bodies was now down the drain. "Spread your legs a little more," he instructed, almost forcefully. "Yes, sir." I moved my knees further apart, feeling a light smattering of water trickling against my asshole. "Good," he said. He squatted down behind me. Then I felt his face slam into me. His tongue furiously flecking and fluttering over my asshole. "Hoooo, gawwwd," I moaned, trying to be quiet. His tongue lapped up the water that pooled in the small of my back, that started to trickle between my two cheeks. He slurped and smacked almost like I used to do when eating spaghetti. He had a low growl in his throat that I felt vibrating through my legs and into my toes. My breath was starting to quicken, and peering between my legs, I saw strands of precum starting to leak from my stiff cock. I slipped my hand beneath my waist, dabbed my fingers on my dick head, and ravenously cleaned my fingers. I heard the man chuckle to myself, and I wondered what was so funny. "Looks like you're starting to feel better," he said in a sharp whisper. "Yeah, I-I...I think so," I growled into my forearm as he kneaded my ass with his bulky hands. "You think so?" he asked, almost teasing, I felt his belly on my back as he leaned into my ear. Three of his fingers circled and pressed against my asshole. "Haaaaaaaah," I shuddered, moaning high and soft, like a whistle. "Y-yeah, I'm feeling pretty good, I think," I whined. It was almost as if someone else was controlling me. Like a puppetmaster. My back arched and straightened like grass in the wind, moving along with the fingers, sliding around my asshole. My knees ground against the tile floor. It was uncomfortable, but the waves of pleasure I was feeling from this man counteracted all of it. I knew I'd be swimming like normal in no time! I started involuntarily rotating my hips, grinding my asshole against his mouth, sending pulses of pleasure through my back. "Looks like it to me," he snarled, voice clear as day. With that, he yanked me by the waist, moved his legs so that he was kneeling, my forearms and hands dragged against the tile floor. He slammed my ass into his face. Almost like I was wheelbarrow. His tongue burrowed into asshole, electrifying my every nerve. "GYAHHH!" I yelled. My legs were slung behind his head, feet dangling, tickled by the shower head. My arms rested against the ground, my torso draped against his, His hands pressed against my lower back, shoving my ass into his face, slobbering and slurping away at my tight hole. I cried into the tile floor in breathy, ecstatic moans. Misty water spraying from my mouth with each sharp exhale. I propped myself up, my hands pushing on his firm and hairless thighs. I peered open my eyes, and saw his penis, soaked from the shower water, a deep brownish purple, with its bright pink head poking out of the skin around it like a hood. My tongue flicked out from my mouth, attempting to reach it, but his hold on me was too great. It was as if this was a meal he was enjoying and savoring, and he wouldn't stop until he had his full. I couldn't wait to dive in the pool again and see how much this was going to help! My dick started to burn and throb as his tongue twisted deeper and deeper into my butthole sending shivers up my spine. My legs began to stiffen, and my toes began to curl. His tongue ran against my balls and trailed to my butthole, his licking like a kid with an ice cream cone. My arms and legs were starting give, but I could already feel myself getting stronger as he kept treating me. My dick tapped against his chin as he continued furiously making out with my hole. I groaned, my balls aching, needing to empty themselves with another load of cum. He shrugged his shoulders, lightly tossing my body backwards, and with his hands, pulled my cheeks apart like limbs in a tree, and once again, snaked his tongue into my asshole. A fiery numbness moved through my body like medicine. A pleasure, mixed with panic. Nothing was stopping this man from working on me. "Uh...ahhh," I whimpered. "E-excuse, mmph...ohhahh....excuse m-me...ahhhghh..." I whined, flooded with pleasure. I couldn't cum. I couldn't. This man would think I was so weird. All he was doing was trying to help. "S-sir? Sir? SIR? AHH. Excuse me!" my hands gripped his thighs, as I moaned into his lap. "Hmmmm?" he grumbled into my butt. Swirling his tongue, grazing my skin with his teeth. "I...gahh...I think I'm...uhhhnggh...ohh...I think I'm gon--ah ah...ah!" my balls tensed and twitched. Nothing was touching my dick at all! This man was just doing a good deed by working on an injury! I couldn't let myself cum on him. "I...I...uhahhh!" I felt my eyes clenching shut, my hands now pruned starting to slip on his wet thighs. "I need to...ummmehhhh!" His lips smacked against my asshole. "You need to what?" he asked, voice low. I exhaled deeply, the side of my head resting on his stomach. "I-I...I just think that you..." I didn't know how to tell him. "I just think that you...shouldn't keep doing that." He wrenched his tongue inside me one more time. "Ha-ahhh," I moaned. "You want me to stop?" he asked, lightly kissing my asshole. "Unngh..." I whimpered. "I-I..." he chomped on my hole, circling it with his tongue. "I-I..." Jabbing it inside, curling, and flicking it, like an anteater searching for food. "You don't want me to stop. Do you?" he said softly into my wet hole, kissing and licking it still. "I...unngh...N-no, please..." "No?" my asshole wrapped around his tongue "P-please," I could feel my dick, electric, ready to burst. I clutched his thighs. "Please, d-don't...please don't stop!" My words echoed in the showers. The man pulled me into him, rhythmically pounding against his face, his tongue entering and painting my butt with his spit. "Ohhhh, yeeeeeh....ahh! Yeah! Don't STOP! Keep going keep going keep going," I chanted like a crazed animal against his belly. My eyes closed tight, water falling off of both of us, puddling around us, soaking our skin and our hair, filling the space with warm condensation. "Haaaah! Sir! Sirsirsir! I'm about tuh..." and with one last firm grip, his tongue slid into my asshole, his lips smacking around its ring. "Unnnngh! Ahhhhh!" My muscles began losing control as one by one thin strings of cum spurted from my cock landing on his chest, his chin, his Adam's apple. "Ho...Ho, god. Ho, god! UNNNGH!" I wailed and whined, twisting my hips, pushing myself further onto his face, knees rattling against his shoulders. I felt myself with one long breath, deflate, flattening against him, he still tenderly kissing and licking my butt. My brain regained its composure and whatever ghost that seems to leave my body whenever I cum, came back to me, and I rested, slowly breathing. Luke-warm water still raining down on both of us. He removed me from his shoulders, laying me down on the tile floor. He stood up, rinsed my cum from his body, and turned his shower off. "Hmm, water's starting to get colder. Better finish up, bud," he said, stepping over my exhausted and limp body. My eyes focused on the drain near where were standing, and saw the sparse amount of silvery cum swirling and sneaking through the drain, along with the rest of our water. I heard the opening and closing of a locker, and the decresendo of foot steps leaving the locker room. I mustered up the strength to get up, turn off the water, and begin drying off in the locker area. Men and boys started entering the locker room again as I started to grab my clothes from my locker, still a little damp with sweat from earlier today. "It's really foggy in here!" "Hey there's no hot water! Aww, man!" "Someone must have taken a pretty long shower!" I finished getting dressed, and, in a daze, walked out of the locker room. My swimsuit, wet and wadded in my hands. My asshole sparked and fizzed as I walked, almost reigniting my erection. Whatever he did, it sure felt amazing. Whether it actually made my injury heal, or whether it would make me swim better, I almost didn't care. I stepped out into the late sunny morning, craning my neck, searching for my dad. I hoped he wouldn't be too worried about me since I wasn't sure how long I'd been swimming and rinsing off. Looking toward the entrance I saw my dad talking to someone, his back facing me. "Dad!" I yelled, approaching him. He turned his head toward me. "Hey, son." He put his arm around me, his hand sliding behind my neck. "Got someone fer you t'meet," he urged me forward. When I saw who it was, I couldn't believe it. The silvery wispy hair, the sunglasses, the tanned skin. It was him! My butthole, still wet from the man's spit, tightened. My heart rate quickened. Was I in trouble? Did he tell on me? What was going on? "You must be Sebastian," he said, holding out his hand, smiling. I saw my worried face in the reflection of his sunglasses. "Y-yeah," I said taking it. Our hands were still pruny from the showers. "Coach Scott," he said, gripping my hand tightly. Coach? I looked at my dad. "Seb, this is Coach Scott," Dad explained. "He's the middle school swim coach." ******************************************************* Chapter 6 to follow. Please email hjk7359@hotmail.com for feedback or constructive criticism. Thank you for reading.