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"Hold your legs straight!" I was swimming and didn't know who had said that. I thought the pool attendant was talking to someone else but since I was the only one there, I guess he was talking to me. "Huh?" I said as I was so absorbed in my swimming. I had just taken it up in an attempt to get myself into better shape. Not that I was that bad, but I needed some firming up and figured swimming would get me back into shape. "I said to keep your legs straight. You'll have better form. Plus, keep your head forward." I listened to the guy and his advice. I figured he knew what he was talking about. I stopped for a couple of minutes to listen to his advice on technique. The advice was good. My laps were faster and stronger and was able to get a better workout compressed into my 45 minutes. Swimming had become a pretty good routine for me. I managed to squeeze a swim in almost every day, either at lunch or late at night after finished with a long day. On occasion, Paul would be there to give me some "coaching." He was a good teacher. He never got in the pool with me because his job was to save lives in case something occurred. I liked Paul. He was a nice guy, very friendly, kind of open. We'd have conversations after my swim about life in general, how the club was run, etc. The only problem was that I never really knew what he looked like. He always had a baseball cap which hid his eyes. He had a nice nose and smile. His shorts were always long and baggy and his shirts were even baggier. The legs were smooth and muscular though so I could only fantasize what the rest of him was like. It could be either really great or a dud. Plus he was probably balding and wanted to hide his thin hair with a hat. Anyhow, I enjoyed the advice. My chest was becoming more developed and my waist was trimming down. I enjoyed the way I looked in the mirror. I was actually starting to look like a "hunk." Me. A hunk. That geeky teenager in high school and college was now filling out and looking good. Although I was a bit nerdy at one time, I really didn't give a shit. I was making good money with my software company and I was looking pretty darned good. My face grew into my large nose and I finally got a pair of glasses that looked good on me. Plus the sales guy at the department store got me to dress with a bit of style. Of course, he managed to get me undressed in the dressing room and I let him give me a good blow job. I squirted all over his face and down his shirt but he really didn't give a shit. I did appreciate the nice discount he gave me. I saw to it that he got a lot of my business with both my cock and my clothing purchases. The dressing room in this store was real nice - it was large and had a nice upholstered easy chair in it so we could get pretty kinky and wild. Anyhow, it was fun for a few months until we got caught and the pricky manager fired him for fucking the customers. Oh well. The workouts were fun and it always great to see Paul. One day I had come in late after work (near closing time) and I was alone in the pool swimming my laps. Paul came over and tossed something towards me. "What's that?" I asked as I grabbed this flimsy piece of fabric. "It's a racing suit. Wear it instead of those bulky boxers and you'll pick up some speed. Try it on now and you'll see." I pulled my trunks off in the pool and slipped on the teal blue bikini briefs and began swimming. I couldn't believe how much faster I was! No drag on my body and I felt like I was soaring through the water. I finished my workout just before closing time and went over to thank Paul. "Thanks a lot Paul. The suit was great and I appreciate it." "No problem. It was an extra bathing suit someone left behind a few weeks ago. It's a $35 Speedo and I know the guy will never come back for it. Beside, I thought it'd look good on you." I could see myself reflected in a mirror and liked the view. The color looked great against my pale skin and it really showcased my trim body. I wasn't sure if Paul was giving me a hungry gaze, but I felt myself going a little bit rigid in my swim trunks. I was hoping he wouldn't notice or say anything. You don't want to get caught at this club as it is very conservative and I didn't want to get thrown out. Some guys lost their memberships a couple of months ago when they were caught doing the nasty to each other in the whirlpool. Plus I don't think their wives really appreciated finding out what they were up to. It happens and I really don't care. I try to be careful where I park my body when I want to have fun. Especially since my last guy at the store got fired. I really didn't care about getting caught as the manager didn't know my name and I haven't shopped there since. Anyhow, I finished up, showered and left. Paul was leaving when I left and we talked a little more. He was real friendly tonight. I was wondering to myself if he had an ulterior motive with me. I just wish I knew what his body really looked like. A few weeks later I came to the pool late after work that night. I was practicing my backstroke and was having a bit of difficulty. I flipped over and went back to my traditional breast stroke. Paul walked over and gave me some tips on the backstroke. I tried and managed to keep sinking either my head or feet too low. "I'm gonna have to jump in and prop you up." At that moment, Paul peeled off his hat, shorts, and baggy shirt in a split second. I nearly gasped when I saw his nearly perfect body. He had a full hair of dusty blond hair and had a nice and smooth muscular body. Not so muscular that he was overly built, but just right. A swimmer's body with a very broad chest and narrow waist. His thighs were very muscular and had a chiseled look to them. Paul was now in the water and holding me underneath the shoulders and my buttocks. "Like this, I'll show you." He went into a full lap demonstrating the back stroke. "Now you try it." Again, his arms were under my body and curling up towards my front. His touch felt remarkable. It was a bit hard to concentrate with that gorgeous nude Adonis holding onto me. But I managed and I did a few laps. By now it was past closing time. Paul continued to swim a few laps for every lap I accomplished. "You're doing great, Matt!" My confidence level was up and I was again concentrating on my swimming and stroking. Paul was sitting on the edge of the pool watching me. I finished my requisite mile and stopped at the edge next to him. His massive cock and balls were practically in my face as I turned to face him. I began to blush. "I'm sorry" I stammered as I stared right at his cock. "Nothing to be sorry for." My face was very flush right now. "No need to be embarrassed, it's just a couple of us guys having a workout. I often take a nude swim at the end of the day. It's very relaxing." I was anything but relaxed as I looked at his body. "You should try swimming in the nude. It's great!" He started pulling down my bathing suit and my stiffening cock was getting harder. "My, my, what have we here" he said in a mocking tone which I couldn't figure out. "Most guys tend to get rather limp in the cold water but you seem to be having the opposite effect." I thought I was going to die of embarrassment until I noticed his cock starting to grow and get harder. What I thought was massive before was even bigger now! I leant over and started to fondle his balls. He began to moan softly and I began to squeeze his hardening shaft. He liked that even more! Soon my face was buried in his crotch. My tongue was darting around the head of his cock as my fingers were probing his asshole. His legs were in the water while I sucked on that massive head of his. My legs were outstretched in the water as I was gently kicking them out. Paul reached over and began gently rubbing my ass. It felt great as I hadn't been laid in nearly two months! I was moaning with pleasure and enjoying every minute of his hands on my now naked body. Soon we were on the tiled surface by the pool sucking each other's cocks. It was wonderful, but the hard tile was a bit uncomfortable. We then got on the hand rails lifting you out of the pool and Paul spread his legs apart as I licked out his asshole. It was so nice and clean and pink. I couldn't believe how beautiful his anus looked under the bright fluorescent lights! Our moans were echoing off the tiled walls - it sounded like 30 guys in there being fucked! My cock was oozing precum like crazy! I knew my cock was well lubricated and I shoved that cock of mine up his eager asshole as he was spread out like a gymnast. Our eyes gazed into each other as I fucked the daylights out of him. I didn't get a single word of protest from him except his begging to be fucked harder and harder. Paul was the horniest dude I had ever fucked in my life. My cock was up that asshole and his mouth was sucking on my rigid nipples. He stretched his long muscular legs out and hugged my buttocks with his feet. It felt incredible and couldn't hold out anymore! Soon I was shooting my hot load up his eager asshole. Globs of jism were falling out onto the clear aquamarine water. Paul soon was ready to come. "Oh, man, I'm gonna cum!" As my cock was shooting out its last load, I bent over to take his cock in my eager mouth and sucked on that massive member. I managed to get a few drops of his spunk down my throat while the rest rolled down my chin and into the pool. To keep him from falling into the pool, I held his back and pulled him close to me. Our lips met and we had a passionate kiss. "Matt, you're the best lover I've ever had. Where did you ever learn to suck a cock like that!" I didn't want Paul to know how I had practiced on real bananas when I was a youngster or how I managed to do the entire football team one autumn. Real macho guys with girlfriends. And they also reciprocated real nice as well as enjoyed getting it up the asshole. We went to the showers. As we were dressing, we talked. "You know, Matt, I think you could use a few more lessons on the back stroke. I'd like to give you more lessons on that if you're willing to give me lessons on how to stroke some other things." I could see his cock getting stiff again and knew what he needed to learn how to stroke. I knew where he needed the stroking lessons. "Well, I could give you a lesson right now if you want to start." My hands were all over that rapidly stiffening organ and low hanging balls. He didn't resist as I put my tongue all over that cock again. "See the nice stroking motion I can give?" I said before I went down on him. Paul was a good student and soon he was sucking on my rigid cock. We were soon hot and sweaty and what few clothes we had put on were now in a heap on the floor. I had Paul on the bench and I spread his legs wide apart. I was again sucking on that organ and I lifted up his legs and began to fuck him again. The guy was begging for me to pound him harder and harder. He was insatiable as I did him. I could see the sweat forming on his forehead and running down his chest. His nipples were getting very rigid and were sticking out about a half inch which got me really aroused. I had never seen a man with such incredible nipples on his chest. They begged to be sucked. As I sucked on those soft pink fleshy knobs, I heard him build up a load inside of him. It was incredible to have this stud begging for more and more. His hands were up and rubbing my chest muscles. I never had a guy feel my tits the way he did. He made me feel real masculine and manly. The muscles in my chest never felt so good or hard or buff as they did right now. I could feel that load build up in me as my nuts tightened up against my asshole. That was always a sure signal for me I was on the verge. Plus the way he touched my chest and felt me up and down and again had his feet around my firm ass felt so incredible! We both exploded simultaneously with cum shooting all over each other's assholes and tits. As we showered up again, we made plans for out mutual lessons on improved stroking techniques. By Creativecat@hotmail.com