Brent

Camping?

It was a couple of days before I went back to the pool.  The coincidence with Tony happened again.

I hadn't said a word about Elmer's dad with either Elmer or Brent.  Elmer had started work at a gas station, so our morning meetings got moved up to 6 in the morning.  We lived in a farming community, so the early mornings seemed almost natural.  Elmer and Brent even started picking me up, so we all arrived at the mats together.  Elmer would have to leave for work, but Brent and I would take our time after he left.  It was a nice way to start the day, laying there in the cool quiet morning with Brent, who increasingly stayed in me a while after he shot.

We also met on and off at Elmer's to watch TV, or more often straight porn, which more often than not resulted in a bit more sex.  We all seemed horny almost all the time.  It was cool.

But the pool was where things started happening.  After the third coincidence, I figured out I might as well test it out.  I guess I was finally maturing a bit.  Tony was clearly waiting for me, and as soon as he could tell I had finally figured it out, he made his next move.  He had already started wearing a speedo, together with a t-shirt, about as often as his old-style swimming suit.  I did finally figure out it was so he could get his beautiful huge dick out easier.

As I arrived, I said hi, and I touched his hand as I signed in at the pool.  Then I headed to the restroom, where I was in the corner waiting for him.  He smiled as he came in, within seconds, but I wasn't ready for what would happen next.

Tony leaned in and kissed me.  I lost my breath, as his tongue entered my mouth.  I could feel his hard dick, and surrendered entirely in his arms.  After his tongue had gone in and out of my mouth the third time, I couldn't help myself:  "Will you please fuck me?"

And within minutes I was leaning over the urinal trough, and his huge dick was deep in my guts.  He couldn't have gone in and out more than a handful of times before he shot deep in me, gently squeezing both my tits as he loaded me up.  I was panting; he was in total control:  "I want you to start calling me daddy."  I told him "Yes, sir."  He laughed and said:  "Daddy."

He pulled out.  I turned around and sucked him off.  He gently rubbed his hand through my hair as I did.  "Swim for a while."  And with that I jumped in the pool, and he went back to work.  Of course I looked at him on and off all the while I swam.  When I left, he touched my hand and said "Tomorrow?"  I smiled, and he kissed my hand.

That became a daily matter.  Within days we would meet a second time before I left.  He almost seemed even hornier than us boys, even if the whole thing was so different than with Elmer and Brent.  That felt like kids' stuff.  I couldn't really tell what this felt like.  He was so gentle.  He kissed so passionately.  

We'd still often meet at the trough.  He knew the ebbs and flows of people at the pool so well, it seemed.  After more than a week, a guy a year older than me stumbled in on us, just as Tony was unloading in me.  Brett was a wrestler, well-built, well-hung, very handsome.  

His mouth dropped and he watched:  "Fuck."  He pulled his dick out, presumably to pee, but he started jacking.  Tony invited him to unload in me as well.  Brett was all game.  At that point Tony, my daddy, owned me.  I would have done anything for him.  Brett unloaded, then Tony had me suck him off, and got Brett to piss in and on me.

After that, Tony started taking me to one of the two stalls.  He would call me his girl, make sure I was thinking of him as my daddy for real, talk about how much he wished he could get me pregnant.  And all the while seeming to keep things totally quiet with anyone else.

And then one evening Elmer, Brent and I were watching porn in the basement at Elmer's, and out of nowhere, Elmer blurted out: "My dad's fucking you, isn't he?"

I went red.  Both Brent and Elmer looked at each other.  "Look at the way he treats you here now."  I didn't know what to say.  And then Tony magically appeared.

"Hey guys.  It's already August.  We should go camping this weekend.  We can leave Thursday night, come back Sunday.  You should pick some friends to come with."

Tony wasn't looking for input.  He left.  Elmer smiled, almost evilly, at Brent:  "Camping?  Fuck."