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Vincent

Hair type: Blond

Ethinicity: Eastern European

Cock Type: Uncut

Set Type: Pictures

Other content: Derek & Vincent, Vincent 2, Vincent, Vincent Set 3

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Pictures: 74 | Added: 07-16-2001

If there’s one thing that turns me off, it’s a Muscle Mary.

You’ve seen them, of course - those guys who head straight for the gym after work, where they’re usually a dress designer or a hairdresser.

And after the gym it’s off to the gay bar where they’re the centre of attention until they open their mouths.

“Hey, lover! Make mine a gin and tonic with just a teensy twist of lemon, will you!”

It makes me sick.

Whenever I want a man, I want a real one. But these days the gyms are just full of guys dropping bars of soap all over the place in the hope of getting a fat, juicy dick up their ass.

I’m not a muscle guy myself, in any case. Sure, I’m fit enough, but my favourite way to keep the pounds down and the body in shape is to spend an afternoon at the local pool.

 

Of course, because it’s near the college campus, the pool also lets me check out dozens of hot young guys in skimpy trunks which don’t hide much at all and, when they get wet, show off the jocks’ mouth-watering dicks and balls to their best advantage.

But in spite of all the collegiate talent, my favourite guy at the pool is the attendant Vincent.

 

He’s worked there a couple of years now. I don’t think he can be much older than 18 or so, so I guess he took the job straight from school.

It must be pretty boring. Certainly, I’ve never seen Vincent need to jump into the water to rescue anybody. He just sits alongside the pool on his red plastic chair for most of the time. Then he’ll get up to wander around the edge of the pool, making sure that the young kids behave themselves and don’t annoy the old folks who come in for an afternoon swim to take a break from the hot weather outside.

Sometimes he doesn’t even need to do that, though. Lots of times in the early afternoon, I’ve been the only person in the water and then, for a full hour, his only exercise has been to take off his shirt.

After all, it gets pretty humid if you spend all day by the poolside.

Maybe after seeing me in the water a few times, he’s got a bit more relaxed. At any rate, in recent weeks I’ve noticed that he’s been breaking the rules a bit more than he used to. Perhaps he’s seen that I’m a good swimmer who isn’t going to drown - so he’s happy to take his eyes off me for a bit and take it easy.

At first he’d just roll up his track suit bottoms a bit, to cool his legs off.

And it was only a week or so after that that he stripped down to his swimming gear. That’s against the rules - there’d was a piece in the local paper a few years back where another attendant was dismissed for “unprofessional conduct” when he did the same thing. But in all the time I’d been coming to the pool I’d never seen a supervisor on duty so I guess that Vincent knew he’d be pretty safe.

I’d always thought that Vincent had a good body. When I saw him wearing just those swimming trunks I knew I’d been right.

God, when he sat there with his legs spread apart, the shiny black material gave me a clear view of what was underneath. Vincent, I could see, was blessed with a big dick - uncut, I guessed - and the sort of juicy, low-hung balls that you just want to pop into your mouth for desert.

Another great pose that he started to adopt when we were all on our own was to stretch out on the edge of the plunge pool.

It was just like he was deliberately tempting me.

As he lay stretched out, I’d tread water and just stare at him, imagining running my hands all along that hot boyish body, right down to the waistband of those trunks with that intriguing bulge just beneath.

Afternoons like that made me so horny that, if Vincent could have seen what was going on underwater, he’d have had to throw me out of the pool - or even give me a lifetime ban.

But every single week he seemed to get bolder.

It wasn’t long before he began pushing his swimming gear down his thighs.

Now that’s the sort of thing that you sometimes see on the beach when guys are trying to get an all-over tan. But this was a swimming pool, for God’s sake!

All I could think of was that the poor guy was finding those trunks so tight - as well he might, given the size of the package they held - that he wanted to get out of them as much as he could.

I think I was right, too, because one day, when he and I were at opposite ends of the pool, I looked back and, although I could clearly see Vincent himself, I just couldn’t see any trace of that oh-so-sexy black material at all.

I wasn’t going to scare him after all these weeks, so I took it easy.

Slowly I breaststroked back in his direction, only glancing at him sometimes out of the corner of my eye.

He did not move.

Slowly and ever so gently - in the same way that you approach a beautiful butterfly in the garden so as not to scare it off - I climbed out of the pool, passing close to him as he lay stretched out.

I’d played a long game over all these weeks and I wasn’t going to ruin it all now by being too hasty, so I just smiled down at Vincent as I passed him and moved to the changing room.

But just a minute later, as I came out of the shower - and had managed to get rid of a massive boner - I heard a sound behind me.

And when I looked around, I found that the pool attendant had followed me into the changing room - breaking the rules once again, in doing so.

I was pretty certain, too, that even more rules were about to be broken as he was wearing the biggest smile on his face - but nothing else at all…..

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