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I grew up in a swimming family. My dad and mom were both college swimmers, and they had me in training at age four. All through school, my life was about swim clubs and competition and landing a scholarship to a top ranked college. I made it, U of Florida, one of the very best in the nation -- and still I had no life outside of swimming. I'd never even had a girlfriend. I told myself I didn't have the time.
But at the team party, at the end of my final season, I ended up in bed with a freestyler on the women's squad. We were both drunk as fuck. I didn't even know what I was doing -- in more ways than one. But god damn, I pitched a good hard load. After all those years of holding myself back I'm sure I blew enough cum into her to impregnate the entire team. And sure enough, I knocked her up. We got married right after graduation -- conservative upbringing and all -- and just nine months after my first fuck, at 23 years old, I was dad to a daughter named Callie. The wife picked the name out, of course.
We stayed together until Callie was 15 and the wife decided to move up north, to get her into the same swim program she'd come up through as a kid. We kept in touch but I hardly ever saw her; she was always busy with swimming -- just like I'd been at her age. I was left alone, not quite knowing what to do with myself.
And now, at 19 years old, Callie'd just finished her first year of college and was coming to spend a month with me. I'm a little ashamed to admit I still hadn't figured my life out. For my first 38 years, there'd always been a program to follow -- train, compete, advance. Get married, raise a daughter, and get her in the pool to train, compete, advance. Now I was 42 years old and on my own. My life consisted of working from home, lifting weights in the garage, swimming laps in the backyard pool, and hardly any social interaction. Every day I was still asking myself... now what?
Naturally Callie's first order of business was to find a place to train. I got her into the pool at the U, thanks to a coach I was still in touch with. On the very first day she came back to the house dragging along a guy named Dan.
I guess they'd known each other as kids but if I'd ever met him before, I sure wouldn't know it. The guy I saw stepping through the doorway was a full grown man -- 20 years old, tall, muscular, tanned, with the long lanky arms of a swimming champ. Square jaw, bright green eyes, and ruffled blond hair that was bleached light by sun and chlorine.
"Hi," he said, shaking my hand and flashing me a great big Hollywood smile. Damn, he was handsome, and had a good strong grip too. Jesus, I thought, they sure are making kids gorgeous these days.
That was how it began. From then on, Dan was over at the house nearly every day. The two of them said they liked our pool better than swimming at the U; I figured Callie just wanted to spend more time with me while she was here. I assumed they were fucking but it was none of my business. We'd had the father-daughter talk years ago and I trusted her to not be as stupid as her mom and dad were. The three of us were in the pool together every afternoon -- I'd put in a nice big one when she was little, twenty yards, a few shy of regulation for short course but long enough to get some good laps in. It was our own private world; the lots were huge in our subdivision, and the redwood fence kept it out of the neighbors' view.
Dan and I hit it off from the get-go. He had me grinning constantly. We lit each other up, challenged each other, encouraged each other. Having him around reminded me of how much I missed being on a team -- training with the guys every day, living like brothers. He was just my height and about the same build, although his young body was way more finely sculpted than mine; the kind of guy who, back in college, I'd have done anything to enlist as a training partner and best buddy. I was more than twenty years older than him but really it felt to me like we were equals, good friends. Teammates.
Callie was forever complaining about how we ignored her whenever we got together. She accused me of trying to steal her boyfriend, accused him of coming over day after day more to see me than to see her. It was all in fun; she knew how athletes could be.
Gotta say though, there were times I just couldn't keep my eyes off the boy. The way that perfectly chiseled body moved, cutting through the water. The way his wet skin gleamed in the sun, droplets flecked all over him sparkling like diamonds. I tried my best not to notice the way he filled out his competition suit -- that's a Speedo, for you non-swimmers -- but couldn't help taking a few quick peeks, front and back. And that smile, always that perfect smile. Holy fuck, I wished I was twenty.
And then the month ended, and Callie went back up north. Well, it was fun while it lasted. At least now I was on own again, without anyone looking over my shoulder. I celebrated the very first evening with a naked swim, my regular routine when there weren't any wives or daughters around.
I was figuring on fifty laps -- two thousand yards -- a decent workout. All the time I'd spent in the pool the past month had left me in good shape, lean and tight. I took it slow and steady, pacing myself... but after about a dozen laps I noticed something out of the corner of my swim goggles.
Someone was standing at the side of the pool. I reached the wall and stopped, pulled down my goggles. There he was, in board shorts, tank top, flipflops, for once not smiling but just calmly watching.
"Oh... Dan... sorry, Callie's gone. She left this morning."
"I know."
Without another word he stripped off his tank top, stepped out of his flipflops, dropped his shorts. His cock jutted out proudly, semi-hard. I gaped at it for probably too long, my own rudder suddenly rising, then lifted my gaze to meet his. For a moment we just looked each other over, eye to eye. In the soft eerie lighting of the pool his naked body was magnificent. I had no idea what to say.
"Race me?" he asked.
"Sure." And then the smiles came out as he slipped into the pool and joined me at the wall.
"Butterfly," he said. "A hundred yards. You start us."
"Okay... ready? Go!"
Dan blasted off like a rocket. I hadn't trained fly in ages; there was no way I could keep up... but suddenly that didn't seem so bad. With every dolphin kick his ass cheeks broke the surface, and swimming behind him I had a perfect view. I noticed for the first time the kid had no tan lines; his cheeks were nice and brown just like the rest of him. He must like to be dark all over, and he'd found someplace private to soak up the sun... it was one more thing we had in common.
When he finished the hundred he was more than half a pool length ahead of me. I wondered what would happen when I reached the wall. Of course I'd thought about guys before. When Callie was little and we'd take her to see the meets at the U, I'd sit in the stands drooling over those college studs in their competition suits from afar. But I'd never been in a situation like... was this really what I thought it was? What if he just wanted to swim? I was afraid to make a move on him for fear of being wrong, and looking like a pathetic old man. A pervert.
"Sorry man," I said, "I didn't give you much of a race. I haven't done fly in ages."
"But you have a damn good free, I've seen it. Come on, one more hundred. I bet you'll beat me. Start us when you're ready."
So, once more I barked out "Go!" and we were off. I dug in hard, grabbing water and kicking furiously; I wasn't about to get owned in freestyle like I'd been in the butterfly. This time I actually took the lead, reached the wall, made the flip turn and started back with Dan behind me. I was sure he was hanging back to make me feel good but that was all the more reason to not let up.
Halfway down the pool I felt his hands tickling my feet and grabbing my ankles to hold me back. So that was it, he was playing games... well, I could play games too. I stopped abruptly, turned, gave him a shove and dunked him under.
He came back at me lightning quick and next thing I knew we were wrestling, two full-grown, bare-ass naked jocks splashing around in the water like little kids, laughing like fools as Dan pitted his beautiful body against mine. My cock was rigid as a flagpole but that didn't even matter; if nothing else even happened between us I'd be satisfied. I felt completely at ease and completely joyful, more than I could remember being in... well... ever?
We played and wrestled for what seemed like hours but at some point I was wearing down. I retreated to the shallow end, panting and leaning back against the wall, in water that barely covered my navel. Dan closed in on me; I waved him off to let him know I was taking a break but he kept on moving in, slowly, closer and closer until our nipples grazed each other.
His hand snaked around the back of my neck and he leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. We kissed; my tongue sought out his and Jesus, there I suddenly was in a full-on makeout session with the absolute hottest, most gorgeous, nicest guy I could imagine. My arms instinctively wrapped around him, drew his body against me tight-- our two hard cocks jousting with each other -- and I closed my eyes and made out with him, and let the moment, the experience, engulf me.
I couldn't lie about it if I tried. It was hands down the most passionate, lustful, and romantic kiss of my life.
Finally we backed off from each other, but only an inch or two; we were still entwined in each other's arms. We gazed into one another's eyes for a minute, two, three... until I thought my head was surely about to burst right then and there.
"Wanna go inside?" I asked him.
"Yeah."
We climbed out of the pool and toweled each other off. Even through the thick cotton towel his body felt incredible, and when it was his turn to rub me down... Jesus. His cock was sticking straight up, thick and proud, and I couldn't help myself. I reached down and took it in my hand, felt its weight and warmth and hardness, ran my fingers along those glutted veins, stroked and fondled his balls. I'd never held another man's package in my hand before. I couldn't believe what I'd been missing.
Dan was smiling the whole time, and gazing straight into my eyes. He gently pulled my hand off his cock and interlaced his fingers with mine. I led him into the house and into my bedroom gripping that young stud's strong hand, reveling in the feeling of being with a real live man -- a genuine, drop dead gorgeous athlete. My head reeling over what we were about to do.
I knew how things were supposed to go between older guys and younger guys, the roles we were expected to play. It didn't matter. I wanted his cock inside me so bad it hurt.
We stretched out on the bed together and for a moment I didn't make a move, I just lay there looking over his beautiful body. He laid a hand on my chest, ran it slowly over my abs, stroked and petted my leaking cock, and I took him in my arms and made out with him again, our bodies grinding on each other, arms and legs twining and tangling. The feeling of his lean raw muscles flexing against my body made my heart jump, made me gasp and twitch with sheer emotion.
Dan kissed my neck and the soft spot above my collarbone, prodded at my pecs with his nose. He licked my nipples one by one, sucked on them, nibbled them first with his lips and then his teeth. God, it was so intensely arousing. I stroked his head and ran my fingers through his blond hair while he chewed on me, somehow knowing just how much pain would heighten my pleasure.
He ran his tongue down the center line of my abs, mouthing and kissing each muscle. Cupped my balls, squeezed lightly, took my eager cock into his mouth.
I was practically melting down as it was. When he looked up and met my eyes with my cock buried deep in his mouth I nearly lost it right there. I couldn't wait another minute. I needed it bad.
"Fuck me, Dan," I begged him. "Please. Fuck me hard."
He slid my cock out of his mouth and smiled. "Got lube?"
"Yeah, uhh... the nightstand. I use this stuff to jack off." I rummaged around frantically, pulled out a bottle of coconut oil.
"That'll do."
The smile never left his face and his eyes never left mine as he squeezed out a big glob of oil and smeared it up and down his shaft. I watched his every move, fascinated. So this was man sex; this is what I was afraid of all through college. It felt... so... natural.
Dan set the bottle aside and knelt between my legs. He grabbed the insides of my knees and lifted, forcing my legs up to my shoulders in one quick motion and spreading them wide. Moved in close and pinned me down with his chest. I was breathless as he fingered me, slipped two oily fingers in, then grabbed his cock and pressed the head to my hole. My eyes drank in the sight of him. My skin loved his every touch. My ass was hungry for much more.
He pushed in slowly, just an inch or two, giving me time to get used to the feeling. God, he felt stiff and huge. My hole was stretched to the limit. I focused on breathing, absorbed the pain, and in a few seconds all was good. I nodded to him, and he shoved the rest of his meat into me at once.
Jesus, it felt like I was being split apart. The pain was searing, like nothing I'd ever felt, more intense than I could have imagined. My eyes shut tight; I'm sure I must've dribbled out a tear or two. "Okay?" Dan asked, and I nodded, opened my eyes and met his. We were athletes; pain was part of the game. It was our hobby. No matter how much it hurt, I needed his cock inside me even more.
"Fuck me!" I pleaded again.
Dan began pumping my ass with long, steady strokes. It was everything I wanted. The feeling of his cock plowing into me again and again, plunging deep into my insides, claiming me as his property... that made it all worthwhile. Yes it still hurt like hell; I won't give you any bullshit internet fantasy about how one touch of my prostate suddenly turned everything rosy. But it was what I needed. If this is what it took to get a guy like Dan, even for a single night, I was down with it.
And it wasn't all pain either. The sensation of that shaft dragging in and out of my sphincter lit up pleasure centers I never knew I had before. My hole was twitching, spasming, in a way that made my entire body tingle from my fingers to my toes -- and I knew Dan was liking it too, from the look on his face. Every twitch, every thrust was sending a wave of pleasure through me, not in place of the pain but on top of it. A fair trade, in my book. Pain and pleasure should always go hand in hand.
I didn't know how long I could hold out; the experience was so... unbelievably... intense. It was torture just trying to keep myself from blowing but I wanted it to keep going on longer, to have that goddamn stud keep fucking and fucking and fucking me until he filled me with his cream. His cock in my ass felt like a part of me now, felt like it belonged there. Made me truly happy in so many ways.
Finally I couldn't bear it any more. My body clenched up and then jolted, and I gushed a huge load of cum that flew clear over my shoulder. Dan seemed energized by the sight; he thrust into me harder and harder while my hole clamped down on his meat and I spurted again and again, a hugely satisfied feeling washing over me like a hot wave. Dan's whole body tensed and he drove his cock into me as deep as he could and held it there, and then began quaking and shuddering in a way that I knew meant he was shooting his load inside me. God, it was incredible.
He slid out of me carefully and we stretched out and relaxed, cuddling together. My ass was sore as fuck, and I loved it.
"You don't have to go," I told him. "Spend the night if you like."
"Yes, please." He grinned. "I don't think we're done yet."
It was about eleven when we drifted off to sleep. At two or three I woke up to find him spooning me, slowly rubbing his cock along my crack. I grunted appreciatively and he tightened his arm across my chest and slipped it into me, much gentler than before, mindful of my wrecked ass. He fucked me slow and easy, leaning in over my shoulder and making out with me as his cock glided in and out. It was deeply romantic. I pitched another load for him all over the sheets, and took another of his loads deep in my guts.
At six the sun was streaming in through the windows and Dan climbed on top of me, straddled me, held my stiff cock firm and planted it between his cheeks. He rode me, rocking back and forth, using my tool like a fuck toy to pleasure himself. The way his hole gripped my shaft, so snug and tight, amazed me to no end. I squeezed his thighs, loving the feeling of his muscled quads in my hands, gazing at his perfect body flexing and grinding on and on in urgent rhythm. When he cut loose I learned for the first time how wonderful it was to feel a man's hot cream splatter my abs, my chest, and my face. I lost my load inside him, squeezed out every last drop of seed to be sure I marked my place.
I awoke at eight to find him still cuddling with me, fast asleep, using my chest as his pillow. I stroked his head gently and he opened his eyes, took a deep breath and let it out slow, warming my skin.
"Time to go, I guess," he said. "Morning laps."
"Yeah."
He looked into my eyes. "Would it be okay if I kept coming back?"
"Of course. You're always welcome here, anytime you want. But can you tell me... why? I mean, why me?"
He looked away shyly, for the first time ever. "I remember you from when I was twelve, when you'd bring Callie to swim at the Y. You were the hottest of all the dads. Mine bailed on us when I was six. I always wished you were my dad instead."
"So... you want me to be your daddy?"
"Nah." His eyes met mine again, and he smiled self-confidently. "I'm not a kid anymore. I don't need a dad. But I could sure use an older brother."