JollyJohnnyP's blog post - Swimming Pool Encounter (gay fiction)

I arrived at the swimming pool at 7 a.m. and, after selecting my usual locker, started removing my clothes. It was as I lowered my trousers that a tall slim young man arrived and chose the locker next to mine. Under my trousers I was wearing a dark red pair of thigh length lycra 'shorts' which I had bought in America in a ladies underwear shop so they were in fact panties although they had nothing which implied they were made for the female figure and their elasticity meant that they comfortably contained my wedding tackle in a noticeable frontal bulge. It was this bulge which seemed to be the target of the new arrival's gaze as he began to remove his clothes. I was ready for the pool first and jumped in after the mandatory pre-swim shower. About half an hour later I had had enough exercise and I climbed out, fetched my shampoo and shower gel from my locker and was lathering myself under the public shower when the young man I mentioned earlier joined me. He too was wearing thigh length lycra shorts although they were displaying the Speedo logo so were genuine swimming trunks. His frontal bulge was of a very respectable size and swelled somewhat as he too lathered himself, glancing in the direction of my crotch from time to time. Being of a sociable nature, I commented,
"A good way to start the day",
to which he replied,
"Yes, and it's good to see you've not let your body run to fat like so many of the guys here."
Our conversation continued with him continuing to make complimentary comments about my figure before telling me that he was an artist who was looking for an older guy as a model. Before I could raise any objection he told me that he took photographs of his models from many different angles from which he painted his pictures so there were no long sittings involved. He then offered to buy me a coffee at the cafe so we could have a relaxed chat. I agreed and it was over the coffee that he asked if I'd be willing to model for him. I asked if this would mean nude modelling to which he replied that it may be if I were comfortable with the idea but initially it would be of me in underwear, possibly supplied by him if mine weren't to his liking. I said that it sounded like fun and he gave me his card after we'd arranged a date and time.
Our next meeting was at his house. I arrived wearing a white pair of panties similar to the "trunks" I had worn at the swimming pool but with a soft elastic strap around my cock and balls to make my bulge more prominent. As I lowered my trousers his eyes lit up with delight and he couldn't resist an "Oh yes!" comment as he eyed my bulge. He then took at least twenty photos of me, his focus being my bulge and buttocks, both of which he touched several times as he altered my positions for the following photos. He was wearing a pink teeshirt and grey jogging bottoms which, despite their relatively loose fit, couldn't completely conceal his high state of arousal. As he'd been touching my intimate areas I didn't feel that I was out of order when I felt his crotch in return with a "My, what have we here?" comment. As I caressed his rigid shaft I felt it jerk several times and a dark wet patch appeared on his joggers coupled with an "Aaah!" of delight. I was rigid too by this time and before I could do or say anything he'd lowered his joggers, revealing a pink jockstrap, now well soaked at the front, and from a nearby table he grabbed a bottle of lubricant which he handed to me as he pointed his naked arse in my direction and begged me to fuck him. My cock grew even harder at this request and it was with enthusiasm that I lowered my panties, lubed my shaft and approached the inviting love hole between his spread buttocks as he bent over. A gentle push met with resistance by his closed sphincter so I told him to relax and push gently himself. A moment later I felt his anus start to open and my glans started to enter his most intimate hole. I very soon slid fully inside him, revelling in the feeling as his sphincter slid up my shaft to grip the base as my bollocks slapped against his. Repeated partial withdrawals and inward thrustings then began and after about five minutes I felt my spunk rising and knew my orgasm was imminent; three more thrusts and I was pumping my love juice deep inside his arse. It was at least half a dozen more thrusts before I had emptied my balls and I then slowly pulled out, my cock losing its stiffness as I did so. I watched his now closed arsehole as he pushed, relaxed and pushed again when a dollop of spunk oozed from his love hole followed by a spurt of more and further oozings which trickled down over his bollocks. I was astonished at the quantity of semen I had pumped into him and which he was now squeezing out. When all was done he wiped himself with a tissue and sucked my cock clean. My first modelling experience had turned out to be one I wouldn't forget!