Sorry, I've not been in touch for a while. I went on a two-week holiday to Tenerife and, do you know what, as nice as it was -- and as nice as some of the young cock on display was -- I found myself eager to get back to my little counter at the swimming pool. I was missing my boys and their cheeky cock flashes and the yellow Speedos...
I think I told you that we have an outside pool as well. Obviously, most of the year, no one uses it but in summer -- even a bad summer like this one -- it gets quite buzzy out there. It's not very big, surrounded by grass, which people come and put towels out on, laze around, sunbathe, have a dip. They can take stuff from the café out there and I know that a few of the boys -- 'my' boys -- take vodka hidden in those water bottles they all carry. I can smell it on them.
And it turns out I've created a whole generation of show-offs. Even though University is over for the year, the water polo team seem mostly to still be around. They come at lunchtime, have their little spot where they all join their towels together to make an area for themselves and spend the day dipping in and out of the water, drinking and sunbathing in the little yellow Speedos, even though they could wear what they want. And you know how those Speedos, now I've cut the linings out of them or got them to cut them out, go transparent when they're wet, which means we basically have a group of young lads laying on the grass by the pool with their cocks and their balls and their arses on full display.
And that has meant that the ladies of the aquarobics class have taken to sitting out there on their own towels looking across at all the young bodies on display. It's actually a very sexy atmosphere: a group of teenage and twentysomething lads, all in great shape, showing off for a bunch of women in their 50s, 60s and beyond. When the lads get out of the water, they always do it right in front of the aquarobics girls, just so they can give them an eyeful of their beautiful bodies. You can see the ladies, all their eyes on whoever is getting out of the water.
Obviously, especially after a few drinks, the boys interact with them a little. Go over and crouch down for a little chat, knowing full well that the women are looking at their cocks in the Speedos, the water dripping from their balls, and knowing that having those female eyes on them almost always gives them hard-ons so you see them stand up and come back to the group smiling and readjusting hard cocks in the Speedos while the other guys laugh at them.
Even the manager has noticed. He said to me the other day, 'Have you noticed we seem to have a group of basically naked young men out there creating quite a show, Marianne?' Then he smiled and just went, 'Of course you have. You're probably behind it.' But he's happy. Well, why wouldn't you be when you know that all you have to do to get your cock sucked is call Marianne to the office?
I could get a little jealous that I'm having to work while the aquarobics ladies get to spend the day enjoying cock that I've organised for them but the boys are still very much mine and make a point of coming over to me to let me see and maybe have a feel even though I'm supposed to be working.
Anyway, I wanted to tell you about one day last week when two or three people were off on their holidays so we were all supposed to be mucking in. I never have to do any cleaning but during one of our sessions -- I do love the manager's shaved cock, you know that -- I said, maybe stupidly, that I didn't mind if he was short.
I don't know if you've seen on some men's toilets signs that say, 'Male and female attendants work in this area', just to give the guys a heads up that a woman might be walking in while they're taking a piss. Well, we have one of those at the pool, which means Marianne might be walking in on you when you have your cock out.
So, it wasn't that busy at the pool and I was covering my counter and a bit of cleaning, including the changing rooms, male and female. My boys were making fun of me, making sure they were in the changing rooms whenever I came in with my mop and bucket, jumping in the shower to soap themselves down and get full hard-ons for me to look at and sometimes play with and generally be their cheeky selves. But this one day, they were all out on the grass showing off their cocks to the oldies so I thought I'd take the opportunity to go in and just give the toilets in the changing rooms a bit of a go over.
I know a lot of women are a bit squeamish about going into men's bathrooms, what with the smell of urine and everything but I don't mind. Our toilets are actually quite clean besides there's something quite sexy about that smell as long as it's not too strong. And I've always loved the idea of men standing side by side with their cocks out having a wee. Most women find it weird that you would go to the loo in front of other people, but I happen to find it a bit of a turn on.
Anyway, so I went into the loos, thinking they were empty, but there was actually a man in there in his swimming shorts having a wee. 'Oh, sorry,' I said when I saw him there, mid-stream. And yes, of course I looked down. The guy was older than my usual -- maybe in his 30s -- quite muscular, dark haired and quite dark skinned, which made the white of his teeth really pop when he smiled at this old lady ambling in while he was mid-wee.
'That's quite alright,' he laughed, carrying on with his piss, and seemed so cheerful and unperturbed about the whole thing that I thought I'd be cheeky back. I walked over, stood beside him and looked to see his cock as it pissed. 'Well, that looks quite nice,' I said, looking down at the cock, which was huge. Circumcised, thick, quite a bit of dark pubes, his balls over the waistband of his shorts seemingly shaved, this was a very big cock indeed and I have seen a few. I looked back at his face. He beamed.
'Well, I'm glad you like it,' he laughed. 'But if you carry on looking at it, I won't be able to finish.' I took another look, feeling his bicep in an over-familiar way, shook my head in disbelief and went back to my bucket.
