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A continuation of Part One, duh.
He was wiping his face with his town when a voice said, "You're a pretty good swimmer."
Dennis dropped the towel from his face and gazed up at the voice. It was the chubby man from earlier. There he stood, in all his glory, sporting a neon green swim brief. It was even hotter than the plain black one he had worn before. Dennis estimated he must be in his early sixties. He had a full head of silver hair, a caterpillar of a mustache to match, and everywhere from head to toe was decorated with a thick brush of body hair. The man's belly extended out past the speedo, but never dipped over it or turned into rolls. It was firm, not flabby, and it was perfect. Dennis subtly shifted his hands so that the towel was covering his crotch.
"Thanks," Dennis replied.
"I haven't seen you around here before," the man said, as he took a seat in the lounger next to Dennis. He was hunched forward, causing his belly to hang down over the thin strip of neon spandex.
Dennis turned slightly towards the man, not wanting to reveal himself any or seem give away his fascination with this man. "I've been away at school. But I did the swim team here when I was younger."
"Oh," the man said, "so you know Hal Hughes?"
"Sure," Dennis said. "He taught me everything I know."
"Well Hal teaches a master's swim class now. You'd be perfect for it."
"What's a master's swim class?" Dennis asked.
"It's a class where adults can get together and swim for exercise. It's mainly for fun and health, but we do compete every now and then. You could be just what we need to beat the Serpents this year."
Dennis thought about this for a second. It sounded like it could be fun, and he was planning on being at the pool everyday anyway. Besides, what else did he have to do. On top of all that, it would mean getting to see this bear of a man in and out of a speedo on a daily basis. That was good enough reason for him. "Yeah, I might like that."
"Excellent," the man said. "Just be here and ready at 6:00 tomorrow morning, and we'll get you straightened out."
"Sounds great," Dennis replied.
"Oh, the name's John. John Davies."
"Dennis," Dennis replied. "Nice to meet you."
The man slid back into the lounger. "You don't mind if I stay here, do you?"
Dennis glanced at the man's belly. The glaze of sweat shimmered in the sunlight. "Not at all." He looked away from John and found Cindy. She had been rotated to main lifeguard and was perched high atop her guard chair. He shifted his hands slightly, checking on his penis problem.
"She ain't worth it, kid," he heard from beside him. Dennis turned back towards John and saw the man peering at his crotch.
"What?" Dennis asked, pretending to play dumb.
"The guard is Hal's girl. Doesn't matter how much you want it, she's only likes older guys. Much older."
"I . . . Um . . ." Dennis didn't know what to say. His boner wasn't for Cindy, but for John. Of course, John didn't know that. He was a little shocked about the fact that Cindy was fucking Mr. Hughes; but, then again, he would fuck Mr. Hughes if given the chance, so he guessed he shouldn't be that surprised.
"It's ok, kid. We've all been there."
Dennis looked over at John, who had rolled partially on his side. His legs smushed his cock and balls into a lovely rounded bulge that looked as if it wanted to burst out of the speedo. Dennis' cock twitched in excitement. He hoped John hadn't noticed.
"I guess so," Dennis muttered. "I think I need to cool off." He stood up and headed towards the pool.
The water felt great, better than before even, and was exactly what Dennis needed to cool the blood that had set up permanent shop in his groin. He splashed around for a half hour, before realizing he was starting to get hungry. He hadn't eaten yet that day, as eating before his swim usually led to an upset stomach. It was late morning by now, and it would do him good to take a break from the sun and grab a bite.
John wasn't at the seat when he went back for his towel.