A thud startled the both of us. We both stood, looking out to the pool toward the door to see if someone was standing there. There was nobody. I then realized something and crouched down slightly.
"These...are windows, right? Can't they see us?"
"It's a two way mirror, don't worry about it."
"Why do you need this surveillance hut? Can't the management just watch from outside?"
Thomas began chuckling. He picked up his swimming trunks and placed them on a counter under the two way mirror. "Well, yeah. But most of the lifeguards only wear Speedo's or other tight clothing. Swimming trunks are not very...accommodating. And sometimes when a babe or a stud walks in front of you, well...you gotta get rid of the obscene. This way you can spank it staring at whatever chick or stud you want."
There was another thud. Thomas spun around and stared at a door leading to another room within the hut. His eyes grew. "Shit...shit shit shit..."
"What is it?"
His voice dropped. "The noise is coming from in there...Put on your swimming trunks. Someone may have already seen us."
I did as I was told. "If everybody wanks it in here what's the point if somebody sees?"
"I lock the hut when I do it, and most everybody else does except for like two people." He pulled up his swimming trunks. He had an obvious semi bloating down them and if he stepped just right you could see the head of it smack somewhere down the leg.
"So? If it's another guy he'll get it, if it's a girl...well...nobody can resist my body and nobody could possibly resist that cock."
"That's the problem. If it's a girl I'll be branded a freak...no girl from this pool will fuck me again."
"Psh, your dick is something to be proud-"
"When people see a dick that's as big as yours their eyes open up wide and they can't wait to see if they can stretch big enough to get inside. When they see one as big as mine it's different. I have yet to see even a porn cock bigger than mine...they get scared."
We both stared at the door. "What is that?"
"A bathroom or changing room for employees."
Thomas stepped forward and knocked. When no response came, he tried the knob. Surprisingly, it opened up. He stepped inside. He ushered a small man out, probably about five foot five tall. He was shirtless and, oddly, only clad in boxers. He didn't have my massive musculature or the tight definition of Thomas but he was attractive. He was very slim, slender. Sinewy and lean. Like a soccer player. He was completely bare, no body hair whatsoever on him, not even on his face save his eyebrows and lashes.
"What were you doing in there?"
"I thought...I thought it was...a bathroom..."
His voice was surprisingly deep. I had him pegged for a fifteen year old. I blinked at him. "How old are you, bud?"
"Twenty."
Thomas and I glanced at eachother.
"Seriosuly?"
"Yes."
"But you're so...tiny!"
"Don't you fucking call me tiny you bastard I'll rip your arms off!" He came running at me. Oddly, Thomas plucked him off of the ground and pushed him against the wall.
"What did you hear?"
"I heard you two plowing each other. And...if I heard correctly...I heard an interesting tid bit about you." He bent his knee, touching Thomas in the crotch. His knee moved down Thomas's leg along his massive bulge.
"Why are you in here? This is for employees."
"I thought it was a bathroom. I was right, I suppose. I didn't know this was a fuckhouse."
"It's not. You are going to tell nobody about what you heard, alright? I don't want word getting out."
"Oh...I may slip." Thomas pushed farther on the little man. He turned to me.
"Restrain him."
I did as I was told, pinning the man against my arms. He chuckled slightly. "What are you two getting at? You're going to beat me up?"
Thomas turned away and removed his swimming trunks. I heard a small slapping noise as he stroked the base of his cock.
"What the fuck are you doing?"
"We won't beat you up..." He turned around, his boner standing massive and proud. I felt the man quiver. I noticed his boxers gaining an obvious tent. "But I will destroy your throat so you cannot speak."
I glared at Thomas. I picked up the man and gripped him to my chest. He seemed to enjoy this, his dick pressing up against my abdominals. It didn't feel like anything special. It was the size of Kyle's, a respectable six and a half inches. The man gripped my back, trying to grope as much solid steel muscle as he could.
"I won't let you do this, Thomas."
Thomas sighed. "James you're messing up the game."
"What? This is a game to you?"
"Yes." The small man grinned at me. "My name's Evan, pleased to meet you." He kissed me full on the lips. slipping his tongue inside and tying it into bows with mine. I let go of him out of surprise, his legs swinging around and gaining a surprisingly strong grip around my waist.
"This little cocksucker absolutley adores me." Thomas leaned against the wall, his massive dick jutting out from his body. A third leg at a right angle to the rest of his slim musculature. "This is his most common hiding place but he sometimes will find me at the mall, the library...anywhere he can. He gets off on getting me off. He really likes it if I show him some force, some muscle...he's into the abuse, I suppose. The entire roleplaying thing...now if you'll play along, James..."
He cleared his throat.
"You fucking brute, hand him over! If he wants to talk I'll just drown his lungs in cum!"
"You won't have him!" I gripped Evan again.
"Thank you so much! My hero!" Evan gave me a big, comical kiss on the lips.
Thomas took a step forward. "You think that even that mountain of muscle won't be broken by my sheer manhood?!" He flexed his dick, a dribble of precum coming off of it. "Show your own meat, muscle boy, see if we compare!"
"These...are windows, right? Can't they see us?"
"It's a two way mirror, don't worry about it."
"Why do you need this surveillance hut? Can't the management just watch from outside?"
Thomas began chuckling. He picked up his swimming trunks and placed them on a counter under the two way mirror. "Well, yeah. But most of the lifeguards only wear Speedo's or other tight clothing. Swimming trunks are not very...accommodating. And sometimes when a babe or a stud walks in front of you, well...you gotta get rid of the obscene. This way you can spank it staring at whatever chick or stud you want."
There was another thud. Thomas spun around and stared at a door leading to another room within the hut. His eyes grew. "Shit...shit shit shit..."
"What is it?"
His voice dropped. "The noise is coming from in there...Put on your swimming trunks. Someone may have already seen us."
I did as I was told. "If everybody wanks it in here what's the point if somebody sees?"
"I lock the hut when I do it, and most everybody else does except for like two people." He pulled up his swimming trunks. He had an obvious semi bloating down them and if he stepped just right you could see the head of it smack somewhere down the leg.
"So? If it's another guy he'll get it, if it's a girl...well...nobody can resist my body and nobody could possibly resist that cock."
"That's the problem. If it's a girl I'll be branded a freak...no girl from this pool will fuck me again."
"Psh, your dick is something to be proud-"
"When people see a dick that's as big as yours their eyes open up wide and they can't wait to see if they can stretch big enough to get inside. When they see one as big as mine it's different. I have yet to see even a porn cock bigger than mine...they get scared."
We both stared at the door. "What is that?"
"A bathroom or changing room for employees."
Thomas stepped forward and knocked. When no response came, he tried the knob. Surprisingly, it opened up. He stepped inside. He ushered a small man out, probably about five foot five tall. He was shirtless and, oddly, only clad in boxers. He didn't have my massive musculature or the tight definition of Thomas but he was attractive. He was very slim, slender. Sinewy and lean. Like a soccer player. He was completely bare, no body hair whatsoever on him, not even on his face save his eyebrows and lashes.
"What were you doing in there?"
"I thought...I thought it was...a bathroom..."
His voice was surprisingly deep. I had him pegged for a fifteen year old. I blinked at him. "How old are you, bud?"
"Twenty."
Thomas and I glanced at eachother.
"Seriosuly?"
"Yes."
"But you're so...tiny!"
"Don't you fucking call me tiny you bastard I'll rip your arms off!" He came running at me. Oddly, Thomas plucked him off of the ground and pushed him against the wall.
"What did you hear?"
"I heard you two plowing each other. And...if I heard correctly...I heard an interesting tid bit about you." He bent his knee, touching Thomas in the crotch. His knee moved down Thomas's leg along his massive bulge.
"Why are you in here? This is for employees."
"I thought it was a bathroom. I was right, I suppose. I didn't know this was a fuckhouse."
"It's not. You are going to tell nobody about what you heard, alright? I don't want word getting out."
"Oh...I may slip." Thomas pushed farther on the little man. He turned to me.
"Restrain him."
I did as I was told, pinning the man against my arms. He chuckled slightly. "What are you two getting at? You're going to beat me up?"
Thomas turned away and removed his swimming trunks. I heard a small slapping noise as he stroked the base of his cock.
"What the fuck are you doing?"
"We won't beat you up..." He turned around, his boner standing massive and proud. I felt the man quiver. I noticed his boxers gaining an obvious tent. "But I will destroy your throat so you cannot speak."
I glared at Thomas. I picked up the man and gripped him to my chest. He seemed to enjoy this, his dick pressing up against my abdominals. It didn't feel like anything special. It was the size of Kyle's, a respectable six and a half inches. The man gripped my back, trying to grope as much solid steel muscle as he could.
"I won't let you do this, Thomas."
Thomas sighed. "James you're messing up the game."
"What? This is a game to you?"
"Yes." The small man grinned at me. "My name's Evan, pleased to meet you." He kissed me full on the lips. slipping his tongue inside and tying it into bows with mine. I let go of him out of surprise, his legs swinging around and gaining a surprisingly strong grip around my waist.
"This little cocksucker absolutley adores me." Thomas leaned against the wall, his massive dick jutting out from his body. A third leg at a right angle to the rest of his slim musculature. "This is his most common hiding place but he sometimes will find me at the mall, the library...anywhere he can. He gets off on getting me off. He really likes it if I show him some force, some muscle...he's into the abuse, I suppose. The entire roleplaying thing...now if you'll play along, James..."
He cleared his throat.
"You fucking brute, hand him over! If he wants to talk I'll just drown his lungs in cum!"
"You won't have him!" I gripped Evan again.
"Thank you so much! My hero!" Evan gave me a big, comical kiss on the lips.
Thomas took a step forward. "You think that even that mountain of muscle won't be broken by my sheer manhood?!" He flexed his dick, a dribble of precum coming off of it. "Show your own meat, muscle boy, see if we compare!"