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If you're looking for a place with plenty of kids to ogle, you could do worse than your local swimming pool. And if you want to do more than just ogle, well, it's pretty good for that too.
I swim twice a week, supposedly just to keep myself in shape. It's a nice kind of exercise, and twenty minutes of laps gets my blood pumping. My duty to keep fit dispensed with, I can swim lazily and ogle the wealth of mostly-naked kids sharing the pool with me.
There's a good variety, from babies to teenagers. I like them on the cusp, just starting puberty, still small and smooth and soft but starting to get an interest in sex. The kids I fuck, they already jack off, or at least most of them do. They know about sex, even though they never realise that's what I want from them until it's much too late.
I've fucked a few kids at this swimming pool over the years. The smell of chlorine makes my dick tingle pleasantly as I walk through the doors, and I've often had to discreetly hide a semi in the changing room. Half the time there are little boys running about completely naked, their tiny prepubescent dicks bobbing between their chubby thighs, and that makes my dick chub up just watching. God, I love the look of a little boy's dick.
I'll take a girl if I can get her, but it's easier to fuck boys - easier access when you're all in a changing room in a state of undress. Occasionally a dad taking his daughter swimming has brought her in here, into the men's changing rooms, and I swear half the men spring an instant stiffy at the sight of a little girl trying to discreetly take off her knickers and put on her costume. Lots of perverts at the swimming baths.
It's not a bad place for exhibitionism either - plausible deniability is so easy to come by. There's nothing the matter if I wear small tight trunks and let the head of my dick poke out of one leg hole so the little boys can see it, is there? Or if I've got a half-chub going on in my trunks and the water makes them cling to the bulge. Lots of opportunities to tease boys and myself.
In the pool itself, I swim through a forest of slim pale greenish legs. It's always so tempting to hook my fingers in the waistband of a pair of tiny trunks or bikini bottoms and yank them down. Sometimes the kids do it to each other for a laugh, and it turns me on to think they're displaying each other for my pleasure.
What I really want to do is fuck a kid in the pool. Swim up behind and get my throbbing dick out, pull aside their swimming costume and push inside their tiny body right there in front of everybody, without anybody realising what's going on below the surface of the water. I can't work out how to do it - or just haven't worked up the nerve yet - but I frequently jerk off thinking about it.
I'm hard right now thinking about it. I've finished my laps and am drifting lazily in the slow lane, ostensibly down cool-down exercises, really ogling the kids in the shallow end. It's a Saturday morning and there are plenty about. The serious adult swimmers tend to go mid-week, so today it's mostly families.
My preferred prey is a kid without a parent around. One who's been allowed to go swimming with a group of older friends who are trusted to look after them. A group who'll get absorbed in their game and forget about their little tag-along until it's too late.
There are a few groups of kids of varying ages. The youngest look around seven or eight, but I've got my eye on a group with a couple of boys who look ten or eleven. They're just starting to lengthen out into puberty, but their dicks will still be tiny and cute, their bodies slim and hairless.
I swim another couple of lazy circuits before it happens. One of them, the blond with a round face, gets out. He heads for the changing room. I get out too and follow him, my wet feet slapping on the tile. He doesn't turn around.
The changing room has only one man pulling on his t-shirt and picking up his bag. He doesn't spare a glance for either me or the boy.
My worry is that the boy's seen his mother in the gallery and she'll raise a fuss if he isn't out in the next five minutes; but he heads not to the shower, but to the urinal.
To me, the urinal is a device of enormous erotic potential. Watching a kid pull out his little kiddie dick to piss, pulling my own dick out in front of a kid to show off my adult equipment and stream, seeing our piss streams mingle...Much of my erotic life begins at the urinal.
It's also kind of cute that he got out of the pool for this. A lot of boys his age would have just opted to piss in the pool. Maybe he believes the myth about it turning the water green.
Sure enough, his little dick appears over his waistband. It's tempting to enjoy watching him take a piss and let my dick slowly chub up as I enjoy the view, but time is of the essence if you're going to grab a kid.
So I do.
I look around. The man's footsteps are receding down the corridor back towards reception. There's nobody else in here. The boy has just started peeing a tentative stream, holding his tiny penis between thumb and forefinger. It's now or never.
I seize the boy from behind by the hips. He shrieks as I haul him back and up, a stream of urine spraying from his flopping penis before it cuts off. He's still smooth and hairless down there, which is how I like it.
I wrestle him into the cubicle just behind the urinal he was using. I manage to close the door, but not lock it - he's struggling too hard.
"Get off! Get off!" he shrieks, thrashing in my grip and trying to push away my hands. Useless, of course: I'm a grown man and he's a little boy. I love that his little dick is still flopping about over the waistband of his trunks as he struggles, all exposed and vulnerable.
I pull down his little swimming trunks to reveal his bare round ass. God, I'm going to enjoy ravaging it.
He of course tries to pull them back up, struggling to do that at the same time as pushing me away. I get a hand between his shoulder blades and shove him face-first into the flimsy stall partition, yanking my dick and balls out of my own trunks with my other hand. I squeeze my dick in pleasurable anticipation as the boy struggles against the thin wall.
He's still protesting with his face smushed against the wall. I'm going to have to gag him in a minute, before someone comes in.
The tricky thing about raping a kid in a public place like this - okay, there are several tricky things, but one of them is the lube question. Where are you going to keep it? How are you going to hold the kid still while you slick up your cock? Because it's not going to fit inside an eleven year old without it.
I push harder, my hand flat between his shoulder blades, and lean my weight on the boy so my hard dick now rubs between his soft round cheeks. He stops yelling to take a deep, horrified, shuddering breath.
That's part of the fun of kids this age. They've heard the dirty jokes: they can work out what you're about to do to them. Feeling the understanding trickle through the boy's small body, swiftly followed by fear, makes my dick throb with excitement.
"G-get off," he says again, but it's in a quiet, wobbly voice.
"Sure," I say mildly, "that's the plan." I keep rubbing my dick slowly along that warm crease while I fumble in the pocket of my trunks for a little waterproof tube that could pass as lipbalm.
"I-I'll scream," he says, but he isn't screaming yet. His fear has made him quiet, like a rabbit. He won't put up much of a fight. He's too scared of what I might do to him.
"You won't," I tell him, "because if you scream, everyone will come running and find you here with my dick up your ass." I rub it harder between his soft cheeks to make my point. "And you'll be the boy who takes it up the ass in the swimming pool changing rooms forever."
He grunts unhappily. He still doesn't start screaming. He braces himself against the wall, arms trembling with effort, straining against my weight.
Oh God, oh yes. I flick up the cap of the lube and withdraw from him just enough to slick up my throbbing cock, my knuckles bumping against his soft backside. I love a boy who fights back, of course - all the struggling makes them squeeze deliciously on my dick - but for a semi-public rape I need a more docile victim.
He's so scared he's almost hyperventilating, unable to speak. I press the tip of my dick to his tiny hole, my hand trembling a little in excitement. I'm about to do it, I'm about to push my cock into this little boy, right here in a toilet stall in the swimming pool changing rooms. It's insanely risky, and the risk turns me on harder.
I push my cock between his cheeks, against his tiny virgin hole, and he whimpers into his own hand as my thick cock starts to breach him.
"Feels weird, hm?" I murmur sympathetically. His hole is squeezing, fluttering, trying to keep me out. Useless. I lean my weight on him, using it to push the head of my dick deeper, stretching open his tiny hole.
He keeps moaning and flinching, but he can't seem to draw a deep enough breath to howl. I thrust my hips a little harder and the mushroom head of my dick pops into him, swallowed by his tiny body. He gasps loudly and claws uselessly at the particle board partition. He's deliciously hot inside and I sigh with pleasure.
As always, I'm torn between the desire to draw it out and enjoy the rape, not to mention the need not to tear him up and leave evidence that can't be hidden; and the need to get it done before I'm discovered, plus the urge in my lower body to thrust wildly into him until I'm satisfied. I'd love to stand in the middle of the changing room and pump him up and down on my cock like a sex toy, but I have to stay in control.
I manage to work maybe half my dick into him before I have to thrust. I withdraw. He breathes deeply in relief at the terrible blunt pressure leaving his guts - and then I thrust into him hard, and his breath comes out in a groan.
"Fuck," I mumble into his hair as I bend forward over his small body. He feels like heaven inside.
I set up a rhythm of short thrusts that don't let him draw breath, forcing it out of him in little grunts. His tight hole squeezes around my dick like it's trying to milk it. My head is hot with excitement. My toes flex for purchase on the knobbly tile common to all public swimming pools.
The sound of voices pushes through the buzzing in my ears. I can't tell which direction they're coming from. I pause my thrusting.
This is the moment of truth. My heart hammers in my throat and my cock throbs inside the ten year old boy I'm fucking in this toilet stall. Will he cry out? Will we be discovered? I'm ready to slap my hand tight over his mouth if he shows any sign of gearing up to shout.
The voices resolve into a couple of men, middle-aged by the sound of it, entering the changing room.
"So I says to the missus..." The metal clang of lockers and the thump of bags being set down on benches. I'm gripping the boy's hips tight enough to bruise, and he hisses in complaint.
"No, yeah, you're right," says the other man. More sounds of t-shirts being stripped off. The men, thinking themselves alone in the changing room, aren't bothering to keep their voices down. "Yeah, no, absolutely."
The boy is silent, but breathing fast. I loosen my hold on his hips. He's too intimidated to try to get the men's attention. He's flattened up against the stall partition like a lizard, so desperate to get away from my dick still pulsing inside him, but unable to resist.
Dizzy with delight at getting away with it, I go back to slowly working my dick in and out of the boy, an inch or so at a time. The physical pleasure of fucking is heightened by the delicious knowledge that I'm inches from discovery but not being discovered. Any man who's got his dick out in a shop, barely hidden from the other browsers by a clothes rack, will know what I mean.
The boy lets out little huffs through his nose. He's biting his lip trying not to make noise. I love it when they cooperate in their own rape like this. It's cute.
"I mean, I'm not asking much, am I?" The men are putting on their trunks, still oblivious. I rock my hips, savouring the sweet tingling pleasure pooling in my groin and spreading up my spine. They'll come this way in a minute, to shower before getting into the pool.
And they do. Still talking loudly, locker keys jangling around their wrists or ankles, their bare feet slapping on the knobbly tile. The showers are directly opposite the stalls, with the urinals in the middle.
I remember the stall door isn't locked. I reach out and gently slide the thick plastic bolt into its catch. No reason to draw attention to this supposedly unoccupied stall and the two pairs of feet visible inside it.
"No, yeah, no," says the other man, who seems to have limited conversational powers, or just isn't interested in his friend's tale of marital woe. The feet pass the stalls and the showers turn on. I continue to massage the boy's delicate insides with the half of my dick I can get inside him. He twists and wriggles against the discomfort without really resisting.
Slowing down like this while there's a potential audience is sweet torture. I tease myself and the boy with shallow thrusts. But surely the men can't hear anything over the noise of the water on the tiles?
I thrust my dick in hard another delicious inch deeper. The boy moans and claws at the particleboard. I hold my breath, wondering if the men have heard it.
The showers turn off. The men's talk and footsteps recede as they leave the changing room for the pool. They have no idea that they're only feet away from an eleven year old boy with my throbbing dick buried in his ass, struggling to keep quiet as I violate him.
As soon as I think they're gone, I thrust hard and fast. I can't wait any more. The boy yells and flails his arms, but I haul him up with a tight grip around his waist and really hammer my dick into him. He lets out a garbled cry as more of my length breaches his small virgin body. I can't get balls-deep but it doesn't matter, the vise of his body is clenching tight around my sensitive cock and the risk of doing it here is sending me wild with desire.
He lets out a thin wail as I pound his tiny overstretched hole. I'll have to stop if someone comes in but I don't think I can. My heart is pounding and my mouth is dry.
A liquid noise, a trickle, a spatter - it takes me a moment to realise what's happening.
I'd interrupted him earlier at the urinals, making him break off in the middle of relieving himself. Now the blunt head of my dick battering his bladder has made him start again. The boy is pissing helplessly on the tile as I ram my thick cock deep inside him.
I thrust faster, desperate and jerky. Fuck, he's pissing himself. Fuck, I'm going to come.
The boy whimpers as I push him hard against the stall divider, his soft little penis swinging and spraying his stream of urine over the tile. I wish I were doing this in the middle of the changing room, with men and boys all around dressing or undressing, bouncing this little boy on my dick as he pisses uncontrollably like a fountain. The thought makes me groan under my breath and my balls clench.
I'm going to do it, I'm going to come inside this boy, this stranger, this child I've picked to rape at the pool. Anyone could come in right now and I wouldn't stop, I couldn't stop. I'm clutching him so hard his toes are scrabbling at the floor on every hard thrust.
"Coming," I whisper breathlessly in his ear. "Gonna...come..." He's old enough to know what that means. Old enough to understand what's about to come out of my penis and fill his immature insides.
He squirms and makes a muffled noise of protest, but my weight pins him to the stall divider, which is starting to creak with every thrust of my hips. God, it feels amazing inside him. He's loosened up enough to accept most of my six-inch hard dick, but inside he's still an impossibly tight silky glove. It's his small childish body that just isn't big enough to take my whole cock, and I love that, it turns me on like crazy.
Throttled moaning, my balls drawing up, the hot trembling pleasure in my abdomen expanding and exploding - I ram my dick as deep inside this eleven year old boy as it will go, and come.
It goes on forever, racking my body with aching spasms of pleasure. I groan and thrust jerkily, my hips out of my control, pumping my thick white come into the little boy I'm raping. I'm dimly aware of him protesting and writhing in my grasp, struggling futilely against my bruisingly tight grip on his small body. My balls contract with every spurt of come from my throbbing dick.
At length I slump against him, squashing him against the plywood partition. He grunts in protest under my weight. I ignore him: I can't feel my knees. My whole body tingles with the afterglow of that explosive orgasm.
After half a minute of panting, I regain use of my legs. I straighten up and my softening dick slips out of the boy's abused red hole, along with a streak of my come that starts to ooze down his leg.
Super hot - but I need to get that cleaned up.
"Shower," I say briskly. I keep him facing away from me as I take his shoulder, unlock the stall door, and guide him out firmly.
He totters out on wobbly legs, trying to avoid the puddle of his own urine. I cast a critical eye over it: this is a swimming pool, they'll just assume some little kid had an accident. Which is the truth, if you squint.
We've both still got our dicks out, so it's a good thing the changing room is empty. I like walking around with my dick hanging out over my waistband. I also like that I can see more of my come seeping from between the boy's little round cheeks as he walks funny.
I push him into the showers. He tries to turn around, but I tighten my grip on his shoulder. No reason he should see my face more than is absolutely unavoidable.
"I'll clean you up inside," I tell him before turning on the shower. He sputters as the water hits him square on the head, flattening his hair and running into his face.
I reach down between his cheeks and press two fingers into his open abused hole. He jumps and shrieks, then splutters again as his mouth fills with warm shower water.
I pump my fingers in and out of him, squelching, watching more of my come being forced out of him. Wouldn't it be great to fuck him right here in the showers? Even riskier than the toilet stall, but even hotter too. My limp dick gives a valiant twitch as I imagine it.
His knees wobble as I finger-fuck him slowly. His breathing quickens. His shoulder is tense under my hand. I look down at his front and see his tiny penis is hard as a nail. White come swirls between his spread legs and washes down the shower drain.
It doesn't get much better than giving a little boy a hard-on with a bit of anal massage, especially if he didn't want it and is ashamed that it's made his willy stick up. I breathe out slowly as my heartbeat suddenly rockets.
There can't be much of my come left in him but I rub all around inside him, enjoying the tightness and helpless spasms around my two fingers like he's trying to push them out. His little cocklet is still stiff and it even twitches a little when I pass over what must be his sweet spot.
It's dangerous, both of us standing there in the shower half-dressed when anyone could come in. I curl my fingers and rub that same spot inside him and he shudders, knees quivering as the strange warm ticklish sensation spreads through his immature body.
He's probably masturbated before; or maybe that's me projecting how randy I was at eleven. Either way, whenever he does it from now on, he'll think of my fingers inside him making him hard.
He wriggles like he's going to move away and I squeeze his shoulder hard. The water trails off to a trickle. I press the button again to restart it. I can hear his heavy breathing over the sound of it pattering on the tiles.
I have one eye on the doorway and one on his stiff little cocklet that keeps twitching as I press and stroke inside him. His hole clenches deliciously on my fingers just like it did on my cock.
I don't touch his little dick. I just keep finger-fucking him, loving the way he can't keep his immature body from reacting. He doesn't want to enjoy this, but I'm not giving him any choice. I force his body to react, introduce him to physical pleasure even while his mind rejects it.
He twists in my hold, whimpers. The danger of doing this in a swimming pool shower when anyone could walk in from either direction turns me on even further. I'm so close to being discovered with my fingers inside an eleven year old boy's ass. I'm going to jack off to the memory of this for weeks.
He squirms again, gasps quietly - his little cocklet jerks hard - his hole squeezes my fingers tight. I keep rubbing gently with my fingertips, feeling the tremors of orgasm shudder through his small body.
He relaxes with a shuddering sigh. I tickle his prostate again and he flinches in pleasure. His little cock is still hard - looks like he can only come dry, so no refractory period yet.
Noise from the doorway to the pool. I release him and flip my dick back into my trunks in one swift movement, and turn away, hitting the shower button to release another spray of warm water. I hear the boy fumbling behind me.
"There you are! Darren! You've been gone ages." I catch a glimpse of a toothsome boy, a bit older than my little one. I keep my face averted.
"Yeah, well..." little Darren shrugs. His stretched no-longer-virgin hole must be twinging from the rough pounding I gave it earlier. Maybe a few orgasmic prickles are still tickling the base of his little penis.
"Ey, watch it, you'll put someone's eye out!" crows the older boy. Darren is having to face his friend with his cocklet still embarrassingly hard. My mouth waters as I imagine how it must look making a tent in his little shorts. "That why you left? Gone for a cheeky wank?" I can see the vulgar motion the older boy makes without turning around.
"Charlieeeeeee!" Darren moans in embarrassment.
"You didn't do it right, mate, I can see."
Darren lets out another mortified wail, this one wordless. I'm enjoying myself so much I can't stop a broad grin from spreading across my face, safely hidden from the boys.
"Here, how big is it now? Looks massive in those. What you been hiding, then? You got a monster willy down there now?"
"No! Argh, get off!"
I turn to look, and find the older boy, Charlie, trying to pull down little Darren's shorts to reveal his obviously hard little penis, which is indeed making a tent in the wet clinging material. I cheer him on mentally with every fibre of my being.
And yes, the very next second - Darren's shorts are pulled down around his thighs again and his little stiffy is revealed to the whole changing room. His friends giggle. Darren yells and puts his hands over his childish erection.
After a minute, Charlie takes pity and allows him to pull them back up. I turn away again, having thoroughly enjoyed the show and confident that Darren won't say a word about the man who raped him in the swimming pool changing room - though as lean forward to wash my face, I catch a glimpse of Charlie watching Darren's swiftly retreating backside and squeezing his crotch thoughtfully. I smile again. Little Darren might find himself a victim again in the near future...