The Master Swim Team Vol. 02 Ch. 03

"My friend here and I would like a membership each and a room," John replied.

"Certainly. May I see your IDs?"

John turned to Dennis and held out his hand. Dennis reached into his pocket and fished out his driver's license and handed it to John. He wasn't sure what the man needed it for, but he didn't figure John would give him any more information than he did before.

The British man behind the counter stepped away from the counter and did something in the back of his office, grabbed something from the printer, and then returned to them. "Okay, I need you both to fill out this little form and sign. It'll be $20 for the memberships and $25 for the room. It's still early, so I'll give you Room 2. Have you been here before?"

"I have," John said, as he handed over $50 in cash. He slid one of the forms to Dennis and kept one for himself.

As they filled them out, the man asked, "So you know where you're going?"

John nodded. "I'll give him a quick tour of the place first."

"Certainly," the British man said. He handed John his change and a room key. "Have fun," he said, and he gave Dennis a little wink.

"Thanks," John replied, turning from the counter. "This way," he said to Dennis, and he motioned toward the first door.

The next room was significantly larger than the entryway. There were three sections of lockers, one on each side of the room, and a bench in front of each. To the left, there was also a door leading outside; to the right, a hallway led back to the showers. On one of the benches sat a beefy Scottish bear with a shaved head and a thick, red beard. He was wearing nothing but a jockstrap and a pair of dog tags; an impressive layer of ink covered the bulging bicep of his right arm. The man gave them a glance and then turned back to his gym bag.

"You brought me to a gym?" Dennis asked naïvely.

John looked at the boy and grinned. "I always forget how new to all of this you are, kid. Sure, you can work out if you want, or we could have some fun. There's a pool and hot tub through that door," he said, pointing to the one that led outside. "Over there leads to the showers, the gym, dry sauna, and the private rooms. We've got room number two. Let's go check it out."

As they made their way down the hallway, Dennis let his eyes wander. Unfortunately for him, it was still too early in the day for there to be much of anything to look at. It wasn't until they were almost to the rooms that he caught a glimpse of someone other than the Scottish man. Standing outside of the dry sauna were two older gentlemen. They were both likely in their late sixties with thick, white bears and bald crowns. Each were covered in hair, one with a barrel chest and belly, the other much smaller. They had nothing on but the white towels wrapped around their waists.

Dennis paused, his eyes lingering on the older men. The larger of the two was twisting the dial of the sauna, turning up the heat, while the second stood in the open doorway. Once everything was set, they entered the dark room, and Dennis caught a fleeting glimpse as the larger one dropped his towel on the way in, revealing his pasty white ass. The door was one large window, so he could see as the two men settled on the bench, one's legs draped over the other as a hand found something to play with.

He longed to follow them, to sit down on the bench fully nude and reveal himself to them, hoping, wishing, praying they'd take notice and allow him to join them. "There will be plenty to see later," John said behind him, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Just wait till nighttime. You probably won't be able to handle yourself."

"Do you come here often?" Dennis asked as they approached their room.

"Haven't been in years. Not since Jane died anyway. Your dad and I met up here a few times when we couldn't get privacy at his studio."

"You two used to fuck in his studio?" Dennis had forgotten all about the photography studio his dad used to have in the city. It was a rented space that he had shared with a few other photographers so he could process his photos in the darkroom.

"Privacy is privacy, kid. Speaking of which..." he said, opening the door to Room 2. "Why don't you come in here where we can finally be alone?"

John shut the door behind them. It was dark, but still visible enough to see. After all of the time that had passed and the interruptions, the frenetic energy of their first encounter of the day was gone, replaced with a gentle desire to simply be with one another. John reached up and touched Dennis's face with the back of his hand, resting it against the young man's smooth cheek. He turned his hand over, gripping the back of the head, and pulled Dennis's face towards his own.

Their lips met, barely touching on the first kiss, each man slowly breathing in the other's essence. They met again, this time deeper, as John bit down gently on Dennis's lower lip before pulling away. He lowered his hand to his side and took Dennis's, leading the young man to the bed. Quietly, he removed Dennis's shirt, then his pants, and his briefs. He held the briefs up to his face and drew a heavy breath. The rush as it coursed through him was euphoric, a natural high that brought his old member to life.

Dropping the briefs, he ran his hand down Dennis's sternum, softly exploring the smooth wonders of youth. It wasn't until he reached the abdomen that Dennis reacted with a little laugh.

"Does that tickle?" John asked quietly.

"Yes," Dennis replied.

"Good," he said with a devilish grin, before motioning for Dennis to sit on the edge of the bed. Standing before the young man, he unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a dense carpet of graying fur. He could see Dennis's eyes widen as he took it all in. As he dropped both his shorts and underwear at the same time, his dick sprung to life, bouncing about in its newfound freedom. Naked at last, he leaned forward and crawled atop Dennis, forcing the young man down onto the bed in the process. His hands reached up and held Dennis's arms against the bed, and his firm gut pinned the boy down making sure he'd stay there; their cocks rested against one another like meaty sausages on a plate. When he had Dennis right where he wanted him, the kiss he gave him was neither light and gentle nor frenzied. It was one of passion, and as he buried his tongue into the boy's mouth, a sense of calm washed over him. For the first time in six weeks, he felt whole.

They continued kissing until John felt the throb of Dennis's cock pinned between them. Moving down, he slid into a crouching position on all fours at the end of the bed until he was face-to-face with the young cock. It pulsated in his hand, and, with the slightest squeeze, a bead of clear liquid oozed out of the top. John scooped it up with his tongue. Dennis had a sweeter nectar than any he'd ever tasted before. He leaned forward, extending his bent ass into the air, and lowered his head on the dick.

After all the starting and stopping, Dennis felt as if he could blow his load right then and there. It took everything in his power to resist that urge. Luckily for him, after so much time together, John knew his quirks and knew when to let off. Not wanting all of this to be over so quickly, the old man moved instead to showing his appreciation for Dennis's nuts, giving only a slight tug at the cock as he sucked each nut in and out of his mouth. When the sensation in the dick faded some, he went right back to that, opening his throat wide and taking it all in stride.

Dennis moaned and then let out a low grunt, to which John responded by pulling back and focusing on the backside of the penis. He knew this would set the kid off, as would the finger he slid under the scrotum and against his hole. It tightened against his touch but loosened once more. The saliva from his mouth dripped down, providing ample lubrication for him to tease the opening until it welcomed him in. Finally, he was ready.

Sucking cock had always been a favorite hobby of John's, but with Dennis, in that place on that day, he wanted nothing more than to make love to him. He grabbed a small bottle of lube from his pants and squirted some into his hand. He spread the cold gel across Dennis's hole; instead of tightening, it expanded, ready for whatever came next. After rubbing some on his own cock, he lifted Dennis's legs into the air and lined himself up.

There was no pain when he entered, no resistance at all. John's cock slid into Dennis's ass like it was meant to be there. Even after six weeks, it remembered its place. And as the warmth wrapped around his dick, John shut his eyes and breathed deeply. When he opened them again, Dennis was staring up at him, and there was only one thing for him to do. He leaned forward, his belly rolling onto Dennis, and kissed him.

John hadn't done this with anyone since Jane. With their bellies, John had never been able to fully pull this position off with Bill. Every time they tried, Bill would pop out before the kiss. But with Dennis, it was like two contiguous pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. They just fit.

As he kissed his young lover, he slowly moved his hips back and forth. This was not a fucking; it was a gentle display of his love for Dennis. And as naïve as the boy was, John knew that, in that moment, he got it too. All the fears he'd had as their time together over the summer came to a close--the fears he'd harbored those long six weeks since Dennis had returned to school--dissipated, and John knew that what he'd told Bill that day was true. He loved Dennis.

Images of Jane passed through his mind. They weren't sad images full of longing and regret; they were happy images. After so many years, he had finally found something that could fill that hole. Not replace her--no one could ever do that. But Dennis could give him that life that Mary had wished for him earlier in the quad. He could make him happy.

He broke away from the kiss and put his head next to Dennis's as he began to thrust harder. He could hear Dennis's breathing in his ear, getting harder with every thrust. John did the same in Dennis's. Just as his heart felt as if it would pound right out of his chest, John clenched his ass and shot several pearly ropes of semen deep into Dennis. He collapsed on top of the boy and, after a quick groan from beneath him, Dennis wrapped his arms around the old man and clung to him.

In the sweaty afterglow of their passion, with his mouth pressed against Dennis's ear, John whispered what he had been struggling to say aloud for so long. "I love you, Dennis."

For Dennis, John's confession was a bit of a shock. He hadn't ever thought that much about love before; he hadn't really even been playing the game all that long. To be honest, he didn't even really know if he knew what love was. But as John's words lingered in the air, memories of all they'd been through flashed through his mind: John had been the one to talk to him that first day at the pool; he had welcomed him to the team and treated him as one of them; he had been there for him through his struggles with his dad; and he had found himself a place in Dennis's family. And no matter what happened to them, there was no place he'd rather be than where he was right now: lying beneath John, their sweaty bodies intertwined, enjoying one another's presence. If that wasn't love, he didn't know what was. "I... I think I love you, too," he said back.

John hadn't fully expected to hear it back. In fact, he half-expected not to. But hearing the words repeated back to him filled him with warmth. He slid off Dennis until he was only half-covering him, his arm and leg still draped across him. Looking in each other's eyes, they kissed again.

When their lips met, John felt a twitch in Dennis's cock. He reached down and felt the sticky load the young man had shot; his belly must've rubbed it out for him. The cock was still hard, maybe even harder before. John wrapped his hand around it and asked, "Ready to go again?"

* * * * *

The place was much busier by the time they finally opened the door and stepped into the bright hall. A chubby thirty-something brushed past them, hurrying close behind a scrawny Asian man who couldn't have been any older than Dennis. In the room next to theirs, a bulky linebacker grunted noisily as he slammed balls deep into what could've been one of his teammates, door wide-open for all the world to see. Noises came from the other rooms, the wonders of their pleasures locked away from prying eyes.

There were fat guys, skinny guys, hairy guys, smooth guys, old guys, young guys, and any type of guy one could imagine. The place was hopping, and Dennis couldn't help but wonder, Where am I?

Dennis's dick began to rise once more.

"Again?" John asked, noticing the tent in Dennis's towel. "Oh, to be young..."

"Shut up," Dennis said, nudging John with his arm. It was one thing to be nude around his teammates¬--on the master swim team or the school swim team--but standing around all of those strangers wearing nothing but a towel that was doing a very poor job at hiding his growing erection was a bit more than he was used to. Clutching the towel with his left hand, he reached down and covered his penis with the other.

"Not bashful, are we?" John teased. "Come on, a cold shower will help you calm down."

But it did not.

As they entered the showers, the two older gentlemen from the sauna earlier were standing under the hot water, lavishly lathering one another's hairy bodies. Dennis stopped in his tracks, watching the larger man fondle the smaller one's loose cock and balls. John hung his towel on the hook and flashed him a grin.

He couldn't help but watch. And before long, as he stood under the hot water, eyes locked on the two men, his hand reached down and secured itself on his rock-solid dick. It felt preposterous to be doing something like that in a public shower, but when the larger man glanced over and caught Dennis's eye, he turned back to his partner and dropped to his knees. Dennis realized he wasn't being some crude creep; he was indulging in the stranger's fantasy. For once, his subtle looks in the locker room were welcome. Heaven, he decided. I'm in heaven.

The tension was so high inside him that one touch on the shoulder from John sent him squirting another load onto the shower floor, where the water carried to the nearest drain. He wondered, How many loads like that has this shower taken?

He turned to John.

"Sorry about that," John said. "I didn't mean to make you shoot."

"It's okay," Dennis replied. Slightly embarrassed, he asked, "How long was I staring?"

"A few minutes. I told you that you wouldn't be able to handle yourself."

Dennis grabbed his towel and then glanced back at the two men. They had switched places. "Is it always like this?"

"It has its highs and lows, but weekends usually draw a nice crowd."

His eyes followed a middle-aged man with a dark beard up the hall. The man had his towel over his shoulder, and he had the hairiest ass Dennis had ever seen.

"Can we come back sometime?" Dennis asked eagerly.

John chuckled. "Sure thing, kid."

They fetched their clothes from their room, got dressed, and made for the exit. When they entered the locker room, that's when Dennis saw it: the two round, mounds of flesh, several shades lighter than the rest of the body; the dark crevice that hides a man's deepest desires; the low-hanging sack dangling carelessly between the legs--it was all Dennis could do to not reach out and grab it. And in a place like this, it may have been most welcome.

But as the owner of those assets turned around, the weighty nuts swung too, along with a thick uncut dick. He was perfectly smooth, save for a thin patch of light pubes, and his body stout. The man finished drying his head and lowered the towel that had been obscuring him, revealing a gray-white beard and a head full of thinning hair. He looked up and met Dennis's gaze with his piercing blue eyes.

"Professor Wassermann?" Dennis gasped.

"Mr. Matthews," Professor Wassermann replied, his eyes darting from Dennis to John and then anywhere but back to Dennis. He quickly wrapped himself in his towel and said, "If you'll please excuse me..."

Before Dennis could say anything else, Wassermann was up the hallway and out of sight.

"A friend of yours?" John asked.

"He's my accounting professor..." Dennis said.

"That's going to be a fun class on Monday," John laughed, as he continued toward the door.

Dennis stared up the hall after Wassermann. "Yeah..." he sighed, wishing he could follow.

To be continued...