'Swimming with AJ - Part Two' By Dogbark
Boyd, the flame haired art director, was sitting as his desk sketching some ad campaign ideas when he felt a presence behind him. He glanced around without looking up. He saw dark blue suit trousers. He also saw the vague outline of a cock. Boyd knew whose cock it was.
"Hey A.J.," he offered casually.
"Hi, I just wanted to apologise for being a bit off-hand when I left you last night."
AJ had been off-hand. The two had just enjoyed a post-work swim that ended in a post-work fuck. Boyd hadn't figured that AJ, a small but striking young Italian boy, had any gay tendencies. But apparently he did. The boy was more than happy to have his tight arse entered in the shower. It was a quick, tidy fuck. A tasty entr^Îe alluding to a more substantial main course... or so Boyd thought at the time.
"I was just a little blown away by what happened at the pool. I didn't know if we should hook up again," AJ continued.
All that day AJ had avoided Boyd like the plague, not an easy thing to do in an office with 15 staff. This was all fine to Boyd. He knew AJ hadn't come out. He wanted a repeat performance but wasn't going to beg. He was a tall, fit, good looking man; he could get sex any time, any where, any place.
"So can we go swimming again some time?" AJ asked.
"Sure, have you got your speedos?" AJ nodded. They decided to go back to the pool that night.
Boyd was hard all day. The thought of that kid in tight high cut blue speedos, and even better, out of those tight high cut blue speedos made him hot and horny. Six pm couldn't come around soon enough.
They arrived at the pool at 6:15; the complex was busier than it had been they last time they swam. Once in the locker room, they started to undress. This was dangerous territory for Boyd. He knew it would only take one look at AJ's rippling body and he'd be rock hard... not a great look at a communal pool. He turned his back to AJ, took off his shirt and pulled down his pants before sliding down his tight white boxer briefs.
AJ, on the other hand, was keen to see Boyd's thickset physique. His six-foot plus frame was strong and firm. A light dusting of golden hair covered his legs; his arse was muscular and pert. AJ watched as Boyd pulled up his speedos. He took a breath as the lyrca slid up those legs and stretched over the twin mounts. He could almost smell the light musty aroma of Boyd's hidden crotch.
Boyd tied the string around his speedos. He bent down to pull his goggles out of his bag; a prime opportunity for AJ to watch Boyd's arse open gently as he moved down and forward, the defined muscles in his legs bulging effortlessly. As Boyd raised himself back to standing the lyrca caught in his crack to showcase his perfectly formed arse.
AJ finished changing and they headed for the pool. After a brief chat about nothing in particular they dived into neighbouring lanes. Whilst swimming both took time out to look at each other's bodies. During these brief underwater glimpses, AJ enjoyed studying the shape of Boyd's cock with its head and shaft sitting ripely above a set of large juicy balls. He was looking forward to devouring them with his mouth after their swim. More than anything else he wanted to suck that hard cock and fondle those balls. He wanted to feel Boyd's rod slip into his arse crack as his body yielded to those divine sensations of pain and pleasure.
Boyd was also focused on AJ's hard rippling body but today there was another distraction. In the next lane was a large dopey kid being taught to swim... but that wasn't the real distraction. The main event was the accompanying college age instructor who possessed probably the best body Boyd had seen in quite a while.
Boyd swam slowly to get a good underwater look at the instructor who was standing in the next lane. From below it was all poetry. This guy had a massive bubble arse that was elegantly contained by red speedos. His legs were massive, bulging with taunt, muscular hamstrings. His thin waist led to a massive "v" shaped back and shoulders.
Boyd stopped at the end of the lane. He wanted to see this guy from above water level. The instructor was the full package. He had a handsome chiselled face; a James Dean look with baby blue eyes and thick brown-blonde hair.
Boyd was getting hard. It was time to swim off his erection as best he could. After a few strokes he saw AJ standing at the end of the lane. As he approach he saw his work colleague playing with his speedos. Just as he came to the pool's end AJ started pulling down his suit to reveal his cute thick cock and its nest of black hair.
This was all too much for Boyd. He had a good look at the AJ's manhood before surfacing to announce that they had to get out of there before he blew his load.
There were a few old men changing in the locker room. Boyd figured a repeat performance of last night's shower fuck was out of the question.
"Want to come over to my place?" he asked.
"Absolutely", replied AJ. They stood opposite each other in the showers as they soaped up. Both men were getting hard. Each new it was unavoidable.
Then it happened.
The college boy swimming instructor walked into the showers. He looked even better out of the pool. Six foot tall, the body of an athlete in peak form and fucking sexy. Once under the showers he pulled down his swim suit to reveal a eight inch long thick uncut cock and closely trimmed public hair.
Both Boyd and AJ turned to face the wall. It was probably too late. The instructor with the bubble arse and washboard stomach would have already seen their erect cocks.
Boyd decided it was best to wash off quickly and leave. But just as the decision had been made he heard a quiet moaning noise. What was AJ doing he thought? But it wasn't AJ. It was the instructor who was proudly showing off his massive fully erect cock; his hand rubbing soap all over the slippery rod. The instructor caught Boyd's eye and asked: "Who's up for a work out...?"
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