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.
More to cum another day .....