Marianne Eats Troy

Now, this is a true story and I can't believe I'm actually going to tell it. You can see from my handle that I work in a swimming pool and have done for a while. People in my area always refer to me as Marianne from the pool... and that's because I've got myself a bit of a reputation.

I'm in my late 60s, divorced and with a new lust for life. And for young men. I think people would say I was pretty: I've got (dyed) blonde hair, maybe a few too many pounds but luckily a lot of those pounds are on my breasts and on my bottom, so I think I carry them OK. I probably look my age but I always make an effort with make-up so that makes up for it, at least a bit.

Since my divorce a few years ago, I have been making changes, one of the most important ones was to get myself a job. I'd been looking after kids and husband and house and now that kids and husband are no longer around, it was getting a bit boring. It's not that I needed the money but hanging around at home or with friends my own age wasn't my style.

I go swimming regularly to our local pool -- just a little one, not that nice even, but it does have an outside as well as an indoor pool, so it's good in the summer. Anyway, one day when I was coming from my swim, I was chatting to a friend who works on the counter and she pointed out a little sign that said 'Changing Room Attendant Needed'. Well, I love going to the pool and the people there are lovely so I thought, 'Why not? Give it a go, Marianne.' What I wasn't expecting was how sexy the whole experience was going to be.

The job basically was sitting at a little counter outside the changing rooms checking tickets and dispensing towels to people who hadn't brought them. I was also expected to keep an eye on the state of the changing rooms and toilets in case I needed to call in a member of the cleaning staff.

On my first day, I must admit I was a bit nervous, or excited... I couldn't really work out which. But once they'd put me at my desk, talked me through what I had to do (not much really so I was glad I had my phone to scroll through), I felt fine. A few people came in, some of them I knew by sight and they were interested in what I was doing behind the changing room desk. And among the people coming in for a swim, there were some very hot young men.

And sitting at the desk with the doors to the changing rooms swinging open and shut, every now and again I'd get a glimpse inside the men's changing room and get a flash of nudity or someone walking around in their underwear. The whole thing was very erotic for a dirty old lady like myself.

I have to admit, I have a bit of a weakness for guys in their 20s, even though I'm old enough to be their grandmother. I don't know what it is... well, I do actually. I just love their sense of fun, their energy, their horniness and, obviously, their bodies. And there was one in particular... about 25 I suppose, blonde floppy hair, really tall -- maybe six foot two or three -- and clearly in amazing shape. The clincher was that, as he showed me his pass, he actually blushed. So sweet! I love shy boys.

My eyes followed him as he went into the changing room and I couldn't help but imagine him taking off his shirt, undoing his jeans, slipping out of his underwear, putting on his trunks. I was getting quite worked up at the thought of him naked just on the other side of this door. I could actually feel my pussy trickling at the thought of him.

Anyway, I carried on with my morning and about half an hour later, the door to the men's changing room opened and out he came dripping wet with just a little pair of light blue Speedos on. And I wasn't wrong about the body: really broad in the shoulders, completely hairless, tiny hard nipples... 'Erm, can I help you?' I asked as he stood there, blushing furiously as I looked him up and down from his brown muscular legs up past the Speedos to the navel, the nipples, the embarrassed smile.

'I forgot to ask you for a towel,' he said, avoiding eye contact.

'Oh, let me get you one then,' I said, remembering with glee that the towels were actually kept under the counter, which would mean me bending down to get one. As he stood there, dripping on the floor, I crouched down to find a towel and had his Speedos at eye level. Staring shamelessly -- you'll get that 'shameless' is part of my personality -- I could make out two quite big balls and a cock that, maybe because he'd been swimming, didn't seem that big. And because the Speedos were light blue and wet, they'd gone semi-transparent meaning I could not only see the ridge of his helmet but even the veins on the underside of his cock.

While I rummaged around under the counter, muttering, 'They're here somewhere. Sorry to keep you waiting...' he looked down and saw me staring at the bulge in his Speedos. There wasn't very much he could do about it. He could either walk away and not get a towel or turn round and have me give his arse the once over. So he just stood, blushing deep red while I shamelessly examined every inch of his cock from up close. And as I watched -- again, something I love about young men -- his cock started to stiffen. Slowly, I could see that it was stretching out the Speedos climbing from just left of centre towards his hip. I couldn't help but smile. He readjusted himself, but that only made the bulge more obvious.

'Sorry it's taking so long,' I said, brazenly just watching his cock as it grew in his Speedos and not even attempting to find a towel, something he obviously picked up on. I could see him scanning the room to see if anyone was around and, apparently no one was, and he just stepped forward a little so that his bulge was even closer to my face.

I could smell the chlorine from the pool on his skin, I could see the water dripping down his almost hairless legs in rivulets and I was just inches away from his cock, which by now was totally hard and twitching in the Speedos, actually twitching hard enough to pull the fabric away from his body. And then he moved another step closer so that when he twitched his cock it actually touched my face. I was beside myself with lust at this point. My fingers automatically went to my crotch and I just rubbed the seam of my tights against my clit as I rested my face against this beautiful boy's bulge.

With the hand that wasn't working my clit, I reached for his bulge, massaged it, felt it twitching through the fabric then put my finger in the bottom where his balls were. Smooth. He let out a barely audible moan so I knew I had the all-clear to go on. Stretching the fabric away from the bottom, I got both of his balls out and kissed them, tongued them, put them in my mouth one at a time. He tasted of chlorine and salt.

I then yanked the Speedos up even further, got my hand inside and grasped his hard cock. What hadn't looked that big to start with was now a great size -- well, he was well over six foot. I managed to pull this gorgeous cock out of the bottom of the Speedos and could see there was already a great blob of precum leaking out. I rubbed the head of his cock with the precum and then put my finger in my mouth so I could taste him. He was trying hard not to moan and was basically standing behind my counter by now.

One strange thing, which I later found out when I had pulled his cock and balls back through the leg hole and slid his Speedos all the way down to his ankles was, because he was seriously into his swimming, he had shaved off all his pubic hair so he was smooth, not only his balls but everything. I was just crouching there, touching myself, this beautiful cock in my hand, just looking at it, watching the precum ooze out and rubbing it around the head of his cock, then putting my tongue out and licking it right from the hole before taking the whole head in my mouth. He let out another one of his little moans so I took it deeper into my throat until he was basically face-fucking me behind my counter, the cock going so far down my experienced throat that his balls were resting on my chin as I swallowed him whole.

At one point someone -- a woman - came past and asked if the towel lady was around. Even while his cock was in my mouth, this guy cooly said, 'Oh she had to step away but she can bring a towel into you. I'll let her know,' upon which the woman just went into the changing room, no idea that the handsome lad she was talking to was balls deep in my greedy mouth.

And my hands were busy too: one was still working my clit, the other was exploring this beautiful body, his balls, under his balls, his hole, which seemed also to be shaved, something that really turns me on. His hole seemed to turn him on as well, as I got another of the little moans and he pushed his cock even further into my throat as I circled it with my finger.

I don't know how long this was going on for but my heart was beating hard, not only because of how ridiculously horny this was for me but because I was worried about being caught sucking a handsome young lad on my very first day in my new job. And it was that nervousness that made me feel I shouldn't take too long on this. With the head of his cock still in my mouth, I started to rub up and down his shaft, which elicited more of the little moans. He was looking down at me, watching his cock slide in and out of my mouth, so I gave him a little nod, just to let him know it was alright for him to cum.

And cum he did! Pump after pump into my mouth and, because I wanted to see that sperm coming out, onto my face... Young men have so much sperm in them! I slurped and swallowed, tasting this beautiful spunk flowing into my mouth. He had his hands on my head by this time and even after the last of the spunk was in my mouth and sliding down my throat, he was still moving his cock in and out of my mouth, trying not to throw his head back in ecstasy as it would have been a dead giveaway.

Still savouring the taste of this beautiful young guy's spunk in my mouth, I grabbed one of the towels I'd been pretending to look for and handed it up to him, him stepping back and out of his Speedos as he did. He wrapped the towel around his waist and, as I emerged from behind the counter, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand in case where was any of this young man's sperm around it, held out his hand for the Speedos. I shook my head. 'These are mine,' I said. 'I've earned them.'

And that was my first trophy from the pool... the first of many. The guy, his name is Troy, which is such a sexy name, comes to swim almost every day. We haven't done anything since that first day but I always get a lovely smile from him and, if no one is around, he'll grab his crotch and wink at me.

As for the Speedos, I wish they smelled more of him and less of chlorine, but that doesn't mean I don't have them in my bedside cabinet so I can use them to remind me of that first day behind my counter. And, bless him, he must have been less than discreet because since that day, I've had several contacts with the young and the cute young swimmers who come to me for towels and often get more than they bargained for. But more of that another time...