Date: Sun, 8 Feb 2009 14:34:33 +0000
From: alex.carbine@sky.com
Subject: Devon knows how they make them so creamy 7

Chapter Seven.

The Swimming Pool

	Jon had not really wanted to go into the Town nearby, partly
because there was so much to do at the house, and partly because, in truth,
he was shy. When Ham suggested that Charles drive him into Town to the
Lido, so he could go for a swim with kids of his own age, Jon was
flabbergasted. 'I mean,' mind spoke Jon, 'how many kids my age, have done
and know what I now know?'  'It'll do you good! Just go off and enjoy
yourself!' came the answer, with a feeling of 'no arguments' thrown in.

	He went up to his room and opened his chest of drawers. After a
quick rummage he found the object of his search, a new pair of Andrew
Christian swim trunks in Gold and White with the 'Brasil' motif. He had
recently spent time on the web looking at the swimwear available and had
ordered several various pairs that he liked the look of. He especially
liked these because the shaped front of the trunks fitted his cock and
balls perfectly. In fact, on the day they arrived, he was trying them on,
looking in the mirror, and in a trice had a hard on. They really did him
justice he felt.

	Ham gave him three £10 notes and Charles whisked Jon, clutching his
towel roll, away in the car. At the open air Lido, Charles made sure Jon
entered with no problem and then sat in the car with its' top down, in the
car park, enjoying the sunshine. Inside the Lido Jon found the changing
rooms, and entered a cubicle. He put his towel roll down on the bench,
turned and clicked the lock closed. As he turned back he noticed something
move just on the edge of his sightline. He moved to his towel and casually
looked at the wall, seeing for the first time a neatly cut hole in the
partition, through to the next cubicle. Again the movement of light and he
realised there was an eye at the hole. As he was standing in the cubicle
the other person would not know he had been seen, as Jon's head was
immediately above the hole. Jon unbuttoned his shirt and took it off,
folding it and placing it next to his towel carefully, and without looking
into the hole. Straightening he loosed his belt and allowed his trousers to
drop to the floor. Again he folded them and put them carefully with his
shirt. Wearing only his red banded, white Calvin Kleins he took off his
socks and put them with his shirt and trousers. All the time he was facing
the hole, which was at his pants height. Knowingly slow he scratched the
bottom of the pouch a couple of times, before putting his thumbs into the
sides of the pants and slowly easing them downwards. As the red waistband
descended his half-hard cock was also pulled down by it until it suddenly
released itself and flopped out. Jon stepped out of his pants and seemingly
by mistake dropped them on the tiled floor behind him. He turned round so
his bum faced the hole and bent down to pick up his fallen pants, seeing
through his legs that the eye was still at the hole. He stood up and turned
back to the bench. Unrolling his towel, he took his trunks and stepped into
them, pulling them up slowly. He put his hand into the front of the trunks
and re-arranged himself, then turned to the door and cupped his balls and
cock and gave them a little shake just to make sure he was comfortable. He
picked up his clothes and towel, unlocked the door and exited to the
lockers on the opposite wall. Having put everything into a large locker he
primed the lock with a 10p coin, closed the door and removed the key,
sliding the thick rubber band it was attached to onto his right wrist. As
he turned round to go out to the pool he saw a lad about his age or
slightly younger, with clothes in his hands, come out from the cubicle next
to his. He gave the lad a friendly smile and went out into the sunshine.

	By the time the lad had put his clothes into a locker and come out
onto the Lido tiled surround, Jon had entered the water and was waiting and
watching. The lad had fair curly hair on his head, and seemingly none
anywhere else. From his time spent on the web Jon recognised that he was
wearing Ergowear X3D squarecut trunks, showing a pouch full of promising
cock. He watched as the lad threw his towel on a bench at the side and dive
cleanly into the blue Lido waters.

	Jon swam to the poolside and hung onto the rail there. His cock was
just feeling uncomfortable so he adjusted himself one-handed as the lad
broke the surface near him and agilely heaved himself up and out the
pool. Going over to his towel he gave his hair a quick towel and then lay
on one of the loungers in the sun. Jon climbed the ladder next to him and
walked wetly to his towel some three loungers away. He also quickly dried
his hair, but did not sit, rather he returned to his locker for some
money. Then he went to the small shop near the entrance to the Lido and
made a couple of purchases, before returning to the loungers via the
lockers to secure his money again. Jon then sat on the lounger one away
from the lad.

	'Excuse me' Jon said to the lad, 'Can you help me spread this over
my back. Only I'm on my own here....' Jon's voice trailed off as the Lad
sat up with a smile. 'Of course I can' he said. Jon watched as he stood,
savouring the sight of the well-filled and beautifully shaped blue pouch of
the swimwear as it walked over to him. 'Thanks ever so..... My name is
Jon...' and he held his hand up for the lad to shake. 'My name is Andy. I'm
on my own here as well.' Andy took the proffered hand and shook it in
greeting. Was it the disparity of height with Jon sitting and Andy standing
or was it by design, but Jon's knuckles brushed up and down lightly on the
end of Andy's bulge. After the shake Jon handed up to Andy the plastic
squeezy bottle of sun crème he had bought at the shop. Andy opened the
bottle and squirted some onto his hands. Jon expected him to go round
behind him and apply the crème, but was pleased when Andy approached his
front and bent over his head to apply it. If Jon had moved forward and inch
he would have been able to suck Andy's prominent bulge. As it was he could
see a slight damp patch on the light blue fabric near the end of the shaped
pouch. As Andy reached further over Jon's head to get further down Jon's
back, Jon bent his neck down so the balls in the bulge rubbed into his
hair. He could feel that Andy was more than half hard, and Jon was rapidly
getting hard himself.

	'Do you want me to do your front as well?' asked Andy,
straightening up again. 'Yup' thought Jon, he's getting hard.  'Yes,
thanks. That would be great Andy. How kind.'

	Jon lay back on the lounger, showing the big lump that had grown in
his trunks. Andy looked down at it and remarked, 'Seems like I've made a
growing impression on you.' 'And I with you,' countered Jon. Andy straddled
the lounger and sat down on Jon's bulge, his knees wide open, leaving Jon a
clear view to the promised land. Andy squeezed some more lotion onto his
hands and gently rubbed it into D's chest and arms. As Andy moved his body,
the cleft of his bottom massaged Jon's ever-stiffening cock. 'Do you like
being on top?' asked Jon innocently with a smile. 'Nothing better I always
say,' answered Andy, and, finishing his ministrations he climbed off Jon
and sat on the lounger next to him. He screwed the cap back down on the
lotion bottle and placed it next to Jon's towel.

'I'm just going to make myself comfortable for a few minutes. There's an
Invalid Toilet at the far side of the changing rooms. It has thick walls
and a secure door. Double knock twice.' Andy looked down at Jon with a
smile. 'Bring the sun cream.' And with that he stood up and moved out of
Jon's vision.

	Jon counted up to 60 and then casually stood, gathered his towel
and sun cream, and walked back into the changing room. He found the Invalid
Toilet over the other side of the room. No one was in sighted when he gave
a double knock twice on the door. It swung ajar to reveal Andy standing to
one side, without his trunks and holding his balls in one hand and a fine
erection in the other. Jon entered and locked the door.

	The room itself was quite spacious and Andy's trunks hung on a peg
near the door. Jon put his towel and sun cream on the low shelf next to the
sink. He turned to Andy who dropped to his knees on his towel. Andy looked
up at Jon with a wry, lopsided smile. 'Six and a half inches before you
ask,' he said, and as he pulled Jon's trunks down he said, 'and this.....is
bigger!' His mouth enveloped Jon's stiff cock, and his hands wanked up and
down the shaft. Then one of his hands took hold of Jon's balls and started
to gently tug at them. The mouth and two hands made Jon close his eyes and
with his hands on his hips, he started to face-fuck Andy, who let him. When
he felt his orgasm building he pulled out and away from the boy-mouth. Andy
understood and dropped down onto all fours, waggling his arse slightly from
side to side. Jon got the impression that Andy was more of a bottom bum-boy
than a top cock-boy.

Jon handed him the sun cream, and watched as Andy lubed his bum up with it
using two fingers. Andy put the bottle on the floor, Jon dropped to his
knees behind Andy. Andy bent his arms so that his bum was high in the
air. Jon shuffled forward until his cock was touching Andy's anus. Andy
pushed backwards a little. Jon reached forward and round and took hold of
Andy's cock as his own cock slipped easily up Andy's arse for the first
time. Andy gave a low sigh as he stopped holding his breath and started to
breath in rhythm with Jon's thrusting.

Without too much noise to attract attention to the Invalid Toilet, Jon
shafted Andy, using the sun cream as a lubricant. For several minutes Jon's
ramrod cock pistoned in and out of Andy, whilst Andy knelt head to the
floor as if in Prayer. As the orgasm rose, Jon put his hands on Andy's
globe buttocks and began to pull him onto his rigid spike with more and
more force. Andy's cock was dribbling clear pre-cum as Jon's scraping glans
pulled across his prostrate, his cock pumping out a bit more each time, to
join the previous that was now pooling in front of where the towel had
bunched up by his knees. Jon's spine was becoming straighter and his head
was back, his face looking up at the ceiling, his fucking becoming deeper
and more urgent. Then, as he pumped his hot spunk with several powerful
squirts deep into the lad, Andy pumped his load onto the tiles under him,
the first squirt splattering the top of his chest, neck and underneath his
chin, with each following squirt reaching less further, until by the
seventh orgasmic spasm it simply dribbled into the pre-cum pool.

	Jon flopped down onto Andy's back whilst he gathered his breath. He
felt his erection subside and his dick slide out of Andy's slippery love
chute. Andy gave a little push and they both witnessed a long, quiet but
definitely bubbly wet fart. Jon felt Andy start to jiggle under him and
realised Andy was laughing. He began to laugh as well. 'Jon' said Andy,
'should a fart have lumps in it?' 'Definitely not!' "Oooops!" whispered
Andy.


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