When Steve, the manager of the swimming pool I'm working in, puts his head around the corner and says he needs an urgent meeting, it usually means that he's horny and he wants me to suck him off in his office. Something I'm always more than happy to do. In fact, I love this arrangement we have: he knows I'm up for anything so whenever he feels like he needs an expert mouth on his gorgeous cock, he only has to ask.
And in the four or five times I've provided, erm, executive services, I've learned that he likes to a). cum in my mouth, b). likes me to be looking him in the eye when the sperm starts to flow and c). likes me to put a finger on his smooth little hole so he can sort of grind against it when he starts to spurt. There are perks in that he doesn't make me cover school shifts if he can help it (I hate kids!) Besides, there's nothing quite like walking around work with the taste of your cute, young boss's sperm in your mouth.
Anyway, when he called me to his office last week, I assumed it would be one of those 'urgent meetings' but as soon as I walked in I could see he was super stressed. Apparently, some of the staff hadn't turned up and hadn't given any notice so he was trying to patch together a schedule. If he gave towels and tickets to reception -- that's my job: towels and tickets -- would I mind covering the gym?
'But I don't know anything about the gym,' I told him. 'What would I have to do?'
'Nothing much. Just be there. Make sure no one is fucking around with the equipment, no one is doing anything dangerous, that they know where the water and towels and all that is. Just babysitting really.'
'Sure, in that case,' I said. I like Steve. I'll help him out if I can. He knows that.
'I don't even think it's that busy,' he said. 'A couple of ladies from the Aquarobics class, a couple of the guys from the University...' A couple of guys from the University? Things were looking up. 'Take your stuff. There's a little mini-office there you can leave it in.'
So, I went and got my things -- my bag, my phone -- and went off down towards the gym, rolling eyes at my friend behind the counter, who'd been lumbered with my job, as I passed. And into the gym, which I'd been shown around when I started but had never really spent any time in. I dumped my stuff in the little office -- just a few chairs and a table -- and went to see what was going on.
Steve was right, there were a couple of the ladies from Aquarobics walking really slowly up some inclined running machines, talking. And on the other side of the gym, doing weights, two of 'the Swimming Pool Five', the guys I knew from the water polo team: Kevin, the tall one and Steve -- another Steve -- the muscular one. They were lifting really heavy weights and spotting each other (I learned that day that spotting basically means watching over someone doing their weights to make sure they're OK).
I gave the ladies a little wave then walked over to the boys and said, 'Now best behaviour you two. I'm in charge today...' They laughed and blushed and, as I walked away, I saw Kevin get on his phone and start texting. He was wearing those new extra-tight shorts they wear these days, almost like tights but they stop at the knee. And, these being a very light blue, Kevin's tell-tale bulge was there already, like it had been at the beginning of the 'Swimming Pool Five' evening. Steve was wearing light grey tracksuit bottoms, clearly with nothing underneath: not only could I clearly see the ridge of his helmet but every time he reached up to do a pull down on the machine, the tracksuit bottoms slid down just far enough for me to see his pubic hair. I love my job.
Going over to the ladies -- Marjory and Diana, I found out -- I started a little chat and they immediately brought up the subject of James and his Aquarobics class in his see-through Speedos and the demonstration in the changing rooms after, which ended in his cumming for us all. 'I hope you haven't been telling anyone,' I said. 'I don't want to get him -- or myself! -- into trouble and if we can keep it between us...'
The assured me that they'd told no one but that they'd loved getting together to go over all the details of James's beautiful body and cock and balls and how good it felt to grope him and how exciting it was for them to see me wank him off in front of them. Yes, those are pretty good memories.
'Mind you, those guys over there aren't too bad either,' said Marjory -- slightly plump, maybe same age as me, late 60s, hair dyed blonde and scraped up. I looked over. 'Yes, they're in James's water polo team,' I said, licking my lips. 'They're very nice boys.'
'And I love what they wear to the gym these days,' said Diana, slightly younger, scrawny rather than slim. 'I can see the outline of that tall one's cock, can't you?' she said. Marjory peered over. 'Oh yes! Oh, that's quite nice, isn't it? And I think the other one's trackies are going to come down if he's not careful.' So they were clearly enjoying the view as much as I was.
Taking my seat over near the boys, it was quite a sight to behold. Kevin seemed to be doing all of his exercises pointed directly at me. When he got on his back to do sit ups, he angled himself so I had a view right between his legs. And I certainly took him up on the show, looking shamelessly at his balls, at the hard ridge between his legs and at what looked like a gradually growing cock in the skin-tight shorts, which, being such a light blue, didn't leave much to the imagination.
Then he did the exercise where you pick up the bar from the floor, which meant him bending over right in front of me. Where he had been sweating, the pale blue shorts had gone completely transparent at the back meaning I was basically watching naked buttocks including a really cute mole and, when he bent, an arse crack to die for and his balls showing between his legs.
Meanwhile, Steve was really sweating on his pull downs then moved over to do pull ups on a bar. And of course, with the loose tracksuit bottoms, as soon as he pulled himself up, gravity started to pull them down so from where I was sitting I was looking at the top of his arse crack, while in the mirror he was looking in, I could see pubes. He caught me looking, winked and carried on.
I looked over at Marjory and Diana, they were both openly looking at the boys as well, drinking in the sight of these gorgeous specimens sweating, apparently for our viewing pleasure. Then -- and I instantly realised what the texting Kevin had been doing was: he was letting the guys know who was looking after the gym today -- the door opened and in came two more of them: Jamie and James, much to the delight of Marjory and Diana.
'Oh, hello ladies,' said James to the women who he clearly recognised from the Aquarobics 'after party'. Far from being embarrassed, he seemed to relish them being there. He was wearing black sweat stuff -- a hoodie, sweatpants -- and I thought for a moment he was going to be discreet. But as he put his stuff down, he peeled off his hoodie and, turning round to give me the best possible view, bent down straight legged to take the sweatpants off, just so I could see his arse and the balls between his legs.
He was wearing... I don't even know what they're called but they're like what wrestlers wear: like a short-legged leotard with straps over the shoulders. Skin tight. This was yellow -- my favourite colour -- with white at the top. And, this being James, he was wearing nothing underneath meaning, not only did the leotard disappear right up between his perfect buttocks, but from the front you could see two balls and the exact details of his beautiful cock. And he'd had a haircut, which made him look extra cute.
I glanced over at Marjory and Diana, they were watching, having given up all pretence of exercising, and I could see their eyes roaming up and down James's body, taking in the balls and the cock and his nipples, left uncovered by the straps of his wrestlers' thing.
Not to be outdone, Jamie started to take his outdoor clothes off to reveal a vest top and a pair of white nylon soccer shorts, which were so close to transparent that I could see that underneath he was wearing... his yellow water polo Speedos. He knows how much they turn me on.
'Erm, Jamie,' I called over.
'Yes, Miss?'
'You never let me know whether you'd done the homework I set you,' I said with a wink. The homework, you'll remember, was that they had to cut the front lining out of their Speedos to give me an even better view of their cocks.
'Oh, I can show you now, Miss,' he said, walking towards me, his hands inside the waistband of his shorts where he was undoing the cord that holds them up. As he got in front of me, he pulled the waistband away from him so that I could peek down inside his shorts. And there were the yellow Speedos, the lining clearly cut out so you could see every detail of his beautiful cock: the helmet, the veins, even the slit at the end. I put my hand in and caressed it, from the balls to the tip, feeling it respond immediately to my touch.
