Brent

The next month was great.  Brent never missed a day.  Elmer almost never.  For those on the outside, it looked like each of us had acquired a new friend or two.  For those who looked closer, it might be possible to see either of them grabbing my ass once in a while, or Brent grabbing my tits.  It might even be possible to catch Brent kissing me.  And if someone really paid attention, it would have been hard not to catch them hard, showing through their jeans every now and then when we were together.

For Tony, who was actually Elmer's stepdad, he would catch us watching straight porn every now and then.  That remained what Elmer would call training time for me.  When it was clear no one else was around, I could end up swallowing a load or two, or even taking one up my ass.  No one thought that anyone had ever noticed anything like that actually happening, even though of course Brent finally let Mooney in on what was going on, more or less, and Mooney would join in occasionally.

From Tony's side, he seemed fairly nonchalant about catching us watching straight porn, even when Elmer or Brent might be caught with their dicks out.  He seemed cool about almost everything, which seemed pretty consistent with him being a lifeguard and all.  He couldn't help but have overseen a fair bit while doing that, although he was fairly quiet and reclusive, so who really knew.  He would sit with us every once in a while, and even offer grownup drinks, but it all just seemed fairly simple.

That was until one day at the swimming pool when I went in to take a quick leak.  The men's room was fairly small, with an open trough.  I walked in and went to the far corner, quietly doing my business, when Tony walked in.

Tony wore an interesting old-school swimming suit, with a tank bit above the regular piece, so he pulled the top off his shoulders in order to pee.  He said hi, I said hi, and he lowered it far enough so his dick was out and he could start pissing.  I tried not to glance, but of course couldn't really help myself.  He must have been at least 20-30 years older than me, but in amazing shape.  He had a fair bit of hair, which kind of looked like it may be actively trimmed, but I was already pretty sure I was going red from embarrassment, so I did my best to stop myself from looking further, but of course not before seeing what a big thick dick he had.

I couldn't really tell if he had noticed, but he did then lower his suit so his balls hung out, and of course I couldn't help but look again.  They were beautiful low hangers, and I tried not to look too long, even as he peeled back the skin from his dick and started pissing, slowly pumping his dick as his urine flowed.  

I felt trapped, both willingly and unwillingly.  But I did have to get myself out of there before I embarrassed myself.  I was too flustered to think about much else other than getting out, but he did reach out his hand to shake it and say nice to see you as I left, half breathless as the hand that had been stroking his dick met mine, making sure he left his precum on my almost trembling hand.

I had no idea what had just happened, but I also had never thought about what Tony might have thought of me, period.  Once my heart stopped pounding, of course the whole thing made me horny.  But there was no way I was ever going to say anything.

However, I couldn't quietly help but hope that it might happen again, so I did try to prepare myself, just in case another coincidence might happen.

As luck (from my perspective) might happen, and design, as I would learn later from Tony, within a week I went in to pee again, and in less than a minute Tony appeared.  He said hi, and of course I returned the hi.  He then more slowly, it seemed, pulled down his swimming suit.  As his chest was uncovered, he rubbed his right nipple.  How could I not notice?  He then finished pulling his suit down, unleashing his already semi-hard dick.  I looked again, and bit my lip.   He said "It's always nice to see you."  

And then he pulled his suit the rest of the way down, so his balls sat out, and he smiled at me again.  Then he peeled his skin back, just like last time, except it definitely seemed slower than last time.  And by now I was pretty sure he knew I was going to keep watching, as he went ever harder, and slowly stroked it my way.  It had to be at least 9" in length, and maybe 7" or more around.

He squoze it so the precum oozed.  He looked at me, looked down at his dick.  I couldn't help myself.  I went down to my knees, and licked his dickhead.  It was so sweet.  I had never even thought about doing anything with anybody that old.  But it was so so nice.  

I went further, and swallowed him entirely.  He was impressed, and gently held my head all the way down, moaning as he did.  I was loving it, licking around and around, even as he was entirely buried in my throat.  I then caressed his balls, and rubbed them as they tightened up.

I was totally ready when he shot.  It must have been eight times.  I could tell they were thick, and I did everything I could to swallow.  I loved how impressed he was with me.  "Wow.  How lucky Elmer must be."  And then I licked up whatever I had missed.

He looked so satisfied.  I still knelt there.  He started pissing, and again I couldn't help myself.  I drank at least enough to wash his cum down, and then a bit more.  He seemed amazed.

I got up.  "I hope I haven't embarrassed myself."  He said: "Oh my god.  You must be joking.  This was way more than I had expected."

And I headed off.