The swimming pool (part 1)
When I was young, I used to love going to the swimming pool, and I’d spend a lot of time swimming or just lying on my towel on the grass, enjoying the warmth, and watching the people splash and play.
Lying there one day, I noticed an older man, who put his towel close by, and lay down next to me. He smiled at me, and I smiled back, and then he made a bit of conversation about how good the weather was, and pretty soon we were chatting away happily.
He steered the conversation around to girls, and asked me if I had a girlfriend and I said “No, not at the moment”
“You’re a good looking guy”, he said, “you should be having regular sex at your age” He saw my look of embarrassment and said “Oh don’t be shy, if you haven’t got a girlfriend you just have to use your hand, right?”
It didn’t take long, under his probing questions, for me to confess that I was wanking once or twice a day, and he told me that he was a regular masturbator too “It’s the most natural thing in the world, your body makes all this cum, and you have to get rid of it” and the way he put it, it seemed quite normal, and natural.
All this talk of sex had made me horny and he noticed a bulge in my bathing shorts, “look like you need to relieve a bit of pressure down there” he said, “have you ever done it with another guy?”
I was a bit shy, but I admitted that I’d had a mutual wanking session with a friend on a couple of occasions.
“Come on, let’s go inside and let me take care of that bulge” he said, “or you’ll end up with aching balls!”
He led me through to the change cubicles, and he selected the one right at the end, and we entered and he latched the door. My heart was pounding, and I was both excited and nervous as I watched him pull his shorts down.
His cock was thick and veiny, and hung down like a sausage and it slowly began to rise, throbbing and hardening his foreskin pulling back and exposing the tip of his blood engorged cockhead.
“Your turn”, he said “come on don’t be shy”, so I pulled down my shorts and my cock sprang free, with a dribble of precum oozing from the tip.
He immediately reached out and began to wank it, back and forth, in a gentle milking motion, and I gasped and grunted as the sensations ran through my cock and deep into my body.
I put my hand onto his hot throbbing cock and adjusted my rhythm to match his, and he rocked back and forth as we jerked each others cocks. His precum was flowing in a continuous dribble, long slimy drips coating my hand and dropping onto the floor.
My own precum, was leaking out in such quantity, that his large hand made a squelching sound as he slid my foreskin back and forth over my throbbing cockhead.
“I’m going to cum!” I gasped as I felt the sensations building deep inside my prostate. He immediately knelt down and engulfed my cock in his mouth, licking and sucking, and holding onto my butt cheeks to press my cock into his waiting mouth.
My cock exploded, emptying a huge load, squirt after squirt, of hot thick cum into his mouth, and he sucked and swallowed every drop. I was gasping and groaning, and my legs were weak, as the orgasm washed over my body. He sat me down on the bench where I sat trembling, my heart pounding, gasping for air, and hoping that no-one else had heard us!
“My turn” he said, and stood facing me jerking his enormous swollen cock. It didn’t take long for him to cum, spraying thick ropes of white lumpy cum all over my chest and stomach, where it dribbled down into my pubic hair. I reached out and sucked the last dribbles from his shrinking cock, tasting the salty bitterness, and feeling his intense spasms as the raw sensations ran through his cock.
We began to meet every week or two, and he introduced me to a world of man sex, but that’s the subject of other stories!