His name was Thomas. I didn't visit the pool until I heard that he actually worked there. Afterword, I decided to check it out. It was worth it. While nobody in school really seemed to notice him, I did. I'm not really sure why no girls ever decided to go for him. In the small New England suburb, a man like him was a jewel of the community. He had blue eyes, blond hair, a dark mocha tan. He was thin yet muscled, a gorgeous tight body that tapered down to a waste so thin that I was positive that I could wrap my hands around it. He was also a bit of a legend. While changing in the back of the bus, I noticed something. His leggings (which reached halfway to his knees) had a large bulge running down them, a solid two inches of semihard, thick flesh leading up to a massive mushroom head. Being on my football team, it wouldn't be unusual for me to see it, but he usually went home to shower. I kept my eye out after that. Every time he moved too sharply his flaccid cock hit his shorts and caused a massive disturbance all the way down. That's what brought me here. I was standing next to the pool, glancing around, hoping to find him. The pool was rather large and it was easy to lose somebody. I smiled slightly as a girl walked past me and ran into me. Her hand brushed my thigh, lingering and stroking it as she walked by. I was shirtless with only swimming trunks on. My body, if I could say so myself, was that of the Gods. I was the typical "long, tan and hansome." My eyes were a deep green which matched my short black hair perfectly. I had arms that would shame almost everybody else in highschool except for the gym teacher himself, legs that were gorgeously tight and rippling, abs that looked as if they were etched in stone. But I was bulky. I wasn't like Thomas who had all of the beauty and none of the size. I saw him across the pool. My dick stirred. My cock was another thing that I believed to be unrivaled in the school. It was a solid nine inches and thick. It looked average on my massive body, but it was good enough for me to look average. An average cock would be dwarfed by my muscles. But Thomas...Thomas's cock was something of legend. He didn't know I was bi. Hell, until I was first broken in I wasn't really sure... His name was Kyle. He was an emo boy, but he knew what he was doing. I remember him plowing into me, my legs on his shoulders. I remember feeling his seed leak out of me, feeilng his fingernails rake across my back, feeling his lips upon mine and his tongue in my mouth. I chuckled slightly as I remembered that. He told me earlier that my calves on his shoulders wore out his arm muscles. Another girl accidently brushed into me. This wasn't really a brush...she "tripped" and her hands landed into me. "Oh...Oh, sorry!" She stood up and brushed her hair out of her eyes. She lingered, staring at me before moving on. She walked away, my eyes trailing after her. She was gorgeous, and if I wasn't into bigger fish right now I'd probably take her into the bathroom and split her in half. "It gets annoying, doesn't it?" I turned around and looked at the deep, baritone voice. It was a clear pitch, as if every word that he said was the gentle strum on the lower register of the piano. "Getting all of the tail you want." Thomas placed his hands on his hips, his body gorgeous and glistening in the sun. I felt my cock stir in my pants, the monster rising to do battle with a most formidable opponent. "What?" "Well, you do, don't you? Any girl you want." Thomas smiled, brilliant white teeth showing behind plump lips. I suppose I was the closest thing that Thomas had to a friend on our football squad. He was into theater and band when football wasn't in season, so he was discarded as a fag for the majority of the time. He also wasn't very good, which pushed more of the football players away, pushing away the cheerleaders, and the tail that he desired. "Well...Not ANY girl-" "Oh, you do, James. I listened to you during football camp. Hell, you told me most of that." "Oh...I must have forgotton." He called me James. He was the only person in school that did that, and I loved it. Jimmy sounded like some hobo. Jim was too short. James was smooth and beautiful. I swooned slightly. I shook my head. "So...Did you ever-" "I didn't graduate a virgin, James, although everybody keeps saying that. You know Patricia Spensor?" "The...that singer from chorus?" Thomas grinned at me. "Really? How was it?" He paused slightly. "Erm...good...I guess." "You guess?" "...Yeah...Well..." He looked up at me. I felt my dick hardening, which would be bad here. If girls were throwing themsleves on my for my body, my rod would develop a magnetic pull. "It...It didn't really...fit." He glanced at the pool, where three lifeguards sat around it. "What?! There's no way." I've had girls be afraid before, but to have it just not go in? "Nope. Wouldn't fit." "So she was just like...afraid, right? That's happened to me." "She tried. God knows she did." "You're lying." He smiled at me, glancing to a lifeguard. "Hey, Kelly! I'm going to go take a break for a bit!" She nodded, not really paying attention. I felt myself limping slightly as my massive cock began lengthening. Thomas lead me to a door labeled "Employees Only." I noticed a black mirror covering a large portion of the small building. He opened it and lead me in. He then shut the door. I noticed that the mirror was actually two-way mirror, letting us view the entire pool area. "This is the surveillance hut. For the management." "Should we be in here-" "I'm technically a manager, even though I don't look like it." He set his Lifeguard flotation device down. "God that chick got you good, didn't she?" He pointed to my dick. "Although if a girl like that threw herself onto me I'd probably get hard, too." "Yeah. It's a pain." "Yours can't destroy buildings." I felt my mouth water. Thomas was acting strangely. Sure, we were slight friends but for him to talk about himself like this? I chalked it up to him being in a management position. Power always makes one more assertive. "What?" He hooked his thumbs into his swimming trunks and threw them to the ground. His flaccid cock hung halfway to his knees. It swung pendulously, smacking against his muscular thighs. His balls hung like two massive kiwis. He pulled out an office chair, sitting down in it. I drew up anoter one, but he stopped me when I was going to sit down. "You can take them off." He didn't need to tell me twice. I did, my dick springing free with force enough to slam against my abs and then return to its normal ninety degree position. I sat down. "This is supposed to be a spot for the managers to watch the lifeguards...but I think it's really a spot for us to watch the swimmers." He wrapped his hand around his lengthening cock. It began thickening, hardening, and growing with every heartbeat. "Wha?" "Well, think about it. You can't stand outside and watch these fucking gorgeous women without getting a little wood, and you can't get a little wood outside. You know how this place smells like chlorine?" I nodded. "I figured that was the pool." "No." He pointed to a trash can in the corner of the room. "That trash can has had so many cum rags in it that it's kept the smell permanintly. We've tried getting rid of the scent, but we just can't. There's too much." I felt a glob of precum drip from my dick and hit my foot. His dick was fully hard now. It was so amazing that I could only stare. It curved up slightly. It must have been over a foot long and as thick as two of mine. My mouth watered, my cock hardened, and I felt my precum speed up its flow. "...James, I know about you..." "...what?" "I know about you. Kyle's actually a friend of mine. I've seen you stare at me...I'm just surprised you haven't seen me stare back." He stood, his cock projecting towards me. He strattled my hips and lowered himself onto me, my cock infront of his cock. "You may have more muscles, football boy, but I think we know who really is the bigger man."