Jack & Jill - Chapter 08

Copyrighted 2014 © Rob Loveboy

Edited by Jack FitzHugh

Chapter 8

Jill was insistent that I take along the remaining Ecstasy tablets before we left home. I questioned him on it thinking that they would be better reserved for rave concerts. He advised me that the Viagra was for the raves but the Ecstasy was for recreational purposes and he could get more at any time.

On the walk to the Aquatic Centre, he suggested we take one each to perk us up since we were both rather sluggish due to the several hours of exhausting sex and lack of sleep. I was feeling its effects in short order, that happy, love the world type feeling.

It was about 3pm. The aquatic Centre offered day care services for pre-scholars and after school care for elementary aged kids. The later were boisterous as they filed into the change room, horsing around with no adult supervision in view. The staff was all female I learned from Jill, so the boys were on their own, instructed to make a quick change, shower and present themselves forthwith on the pool deck.

He went on to tell me, for whatever, unsolicited reason, that a good many of the after school kids weren’t enrolled in the actual after school program, The parent’s simply used the facility as un-paid babysitting service, kids not yet of an age or entrusted to be latch key kids. The Aquatic Centre membership was cheaper than after school care fees and the kids, mostly locals, simply walked home at a designated time. Every Aquatic Centre was used for the same basic purpose but this one was situated within close proximity to several Elementary Schools of various religious denominations and was bustling with kids of all ages.

The boys changed into their swim suits discarding their clothes wherever they landed. Many bore no modesty issues, but others used the waist-wrapped-towel approach to changing as I always did, only to have it yanked off by someone and the naked chase was on.

I noticed Jill standing naked and watching them intently,. The immodest boys were wrestling with each other, the occasional grope didn’t go unnoticed, we used to call it `tea-bagging,’ I remembered.

Jill got into the nude melee and soon had several boys between the ages of 6 and eight ganging up on him. I was impressed with the fact that he so easily infiltrated their play. He fell to his knees and wrestled, tickled and, yes, groped several who were soon doing the same to him. He was rapid in sporting full erection much to the amusement and awe of several giggling kids.

I began to fear that things were going to get out of hand, that Jill would engage in some sort of heightened sexual contact. A few were sporting innocent little boners of their own and oblivious of any sense of self-consciousness, that I witnessed Jill cop an occasional feel of while tickling their inner thighs or while applying raspberries to belly buttons or worse yet, groins! I would have bet my bottom dollar that someone’s immature little genitals would wind up in his mouth for the ultimate raspberry!

Much to my relief, the shenanigans came to a halt when he looked toward me, hands on my hips and a scornful glare showing my displeasure. He rose, pulling boys off him, telling them that it was enough horse-play and pulled on his skimpy new swim suit that couldn’t possibly cover his excited state.

His glance focused on me, an angry stare ensued, his face in mine, “Too young for my taste, Jacky. I like em a little older than that! Relax, just having a little fun is all. Fucking chill out, dude!”

I looked down at his hard cock extending from the waist band then back up at his face for emphasis that read, “well explain that then!”

He did the same, realizing how lame his statement sounded and smiled, “Well … you try having a half a dozen pair of hands playing with YOUR junk and not pop a boner!” he laughed. regaining his calm composure.

The shower area was an ear piercing echo chamber. Rambunctious young boys who had been cooped up all day in school were burning off energy as they took the mandatory shower prior to entering the swimming pool..

The vast pool domain was only slightly less obnoxious in ruckus but densely inhabited by kids. The facility housed an Olympic size pool, roped off in swim lanes for serious, athletic patrons. Another pool was equipped with 2 slides, swing ropes and various water toys, a wading pool for toddlers and a large hot tub.

Jill wasted no time and did a few powerful laps in the Olympic size pool. I admired his speed and grace. Hardly a ripple surfaced the water as his strong arms and legs propelled his sleek frame with ease. I made a mental note to try and encourage him to resume his very apparent skill for competitive racing. I pictured myself in the bleacher stands cheering him on at swim meets and him proudly standing at pool edge with gold medals looped around his neck.

I knew that the Ecstasy had kicked in when I had a mental vision of giving him congratulatory blowjobs in the showers or locker room in front of anyone who cared to watch. That thought sent a tingling to my groin, an erection was building within my skimpy suit!

I came out of my erotic trance, Jill was standing on the deck chatting with a male Lifeguard of about 16 or 17. I am sure it was not my imagination that the teen’s eyes wandered over Jill’s body several times as they laughed about something. Were they flirting with each other? A pang of jealousy fell over me like a shroud! As quick as it came to light it fizzled away when Jill parted company and dove into the pool swimming under water and giving me a playful grope before surfacing.

“Dude, ya got a hard on! What’s with that?” he whispered with a sly grin as he rubbed my crotch. Just then some of the young boys from the change room swam over and climbed on him. He got into a playful frolic, tossing them to and fro, absorbed in the moment and forgetting about me, laughing and dodging their attempts to climb atop him and dunking their heads. After a while, they grew bored and swam away.

Jill focused attention on me again, placed his arms around my neck, bent my head back, noses touching “Still horny, stud?” he whispered as a hand wandered down, unfastened the draw string and made its way inside my swim suit. I glanced at the lifeguard who was watching Jill`s public display of intimacy. My first reaction was embarrassment.

Jill noticed my sideward glance and smiled, “Don’t worry about Jordie, he’s cool. Think he likes me, too!” he said nonchalantly, “Wants me to try out for the downtown YMCA swim team that he belongs to. He’s sixteen and already has his own car, Jacky! Even said that he’d pick me up, ya know, … for the try outs! He thinks’ I’d be really good for the team.”

Yeah right! He thinks’ you’d be really good to try out in the back seat of his fucking car! I wanted to scream out. I was so angry that that lifeguard, ‘Jodie, Jordie’ or whatever the fuck his name was, stole my thunder. It was me that wanted to persuade Jill into joining another swim team; my fucking idea!

A sense of jealous territorial protectionism came over me. I kissed Jill full on the lips, I had so hoped that he would open his mouth and suck my tongue inside. One final compelling semblance of his devotion to me. A validation of proof to surfer-boy lifeguard that Jill was mine, hands off of him and find yourself your own boyfriend!

Jill was shocked at my forwardness of affection and pulled away from me with a questioning look, unaware of my covert endeavor to convey a well-defined message to Jordie.

“Fuck Jacky, … you … are … one … horny … dude!” he whispered as he looked around for witnesses and found only one, Jordie! That didn’t dissuade him, it only intrigued him to grope me harder and a hand went down the rear of my suit causing them to ride well below my hips. A finger began to prod my hole and I yelped as it made its way sharply inside.

Jill propelled me closer to pool’s edge. I grabbed the ladder to keep my buoyancy. Lifeguard Jordie moved closer and was towering above us with a distinct hard on that pointed down in a south-westerly position in his black knee length spandex shorts, the unyielding material outlined undisputable proof of circumcision.

Jill took position behind me, my cock in his hand, but I knew immediately his intent was not a hand job alone, I felt his hardness and accepted my fate—no, I wanted it! My feet found the lowest rung on the ladder and hands grasped the rails as I bent, ass jutting out in a perfect position for him to take me, I kept from screaming out in pain as he tried to gain gradual unlubricated headway. His mushroom head recessed itself at my ring of fire as I willed myself to relax my anal muscles that seemed to have a mind of their own in preventing something foreign from entering an exit zone. A one way valve that was being forced into reversed manufactures’ specification already tampered with the night before but having no less relent in pliancy or conformity to it`s anatomical configuration!

Children swam and frolicked nearby. Day care workers scrambled on deck to resolve minor skirmishes and conduct infractions, everyone incognizant of the sexual escapade taking place in five feet of water, except for Jordie.

Although I couldn’t see Jill’s face I was certain that the view of the teen’s shrink-wrapped manhood that left little to the imagination only served to entice his determination to enter me. Even I admired it’s stubby outline; not long, perhaps 5 inches or so but thick at the base that tapered somewhat then flared to expose a fleshy bulb. Testicles nestled taut together that formed a single, small pare shape to the left of his awkwardly restrained erection.

He must have become self-conscious of his publicly visible erotic state and stooped to pick up a near-by Styrofoam flutter board to conceal his arousal, his face red as a cherry. The live homo porn show was only getting more raunchy under his front row scrutiny. The flutter board pressed into his groin was applied for dual purpose; to shield himself and in a furtive effort to stimulate himself as he gyrated the inconspicuous board around his groin in a slow circular fashion.

It was at that exact moment when Jill broke through the barrier and I screamed out a profanity! My eyes widened and locked with Jordie’s own bulging eyes, the shocked expression was priceless at his sudden realization of what Jill was taking full liberty and advantage of, much more than he reckoned other than the obvious under water hand job!

Inch by painful inch he slithered into me until he reached his utopia. The only plausible explanation for success that I thought was going to be unobtainable under the lube less condition, was his liberal free flowing pre-cum that had to have lent a thin glaze and just enough to reduce the constrictive resistance.

He was gentle, assuming a slow considerate momentum in concert to his hand stroking me. Not rough and forced, the way he seemed to like it, but with tender, short propulsion that allowed me to adjust to his girth as he maintained self control and a keen sense of our surroundings so as not to draw unwanted attention.

That weird sense of pain and pleasure resurfaced, but even more weird was my fantasy illusion of Jordie stripping off his shorts and sitting between the hand rails to be treated to a very satisfying blowjob by a very eager boy. A very eager slut willing to be used in tandem by two boys, one of which whose very existence was despised only moments before but had suddenly took an emotional u-turn in a strange Ecstasy induced perverse approach.

Perhaps that very thought had crossed his mind noticing my focal interest at his crotch, teasing me by lifting the flutter board for an occasional peak along with a mischievous knowing smile. He had adjusted his erection at some point, it stood pointing to twelve o’clock, the head then appeared in an indented V shape. and over all, more of a palatable view! Until that moment I hadn’t thought of that kind of sex with anyone else other than Jillian,

Everything came to a disappointing halt in short order when three little clamoring kids from earlier began to attack Jill and vie for strong hold on his back, arms secured around his neck. No doubt they had the impression that Jill and I were horsing around and wanted to take part in the innocent fun!

Jill saw that as an opportune diversion in order to fuck me long and hard. His arms wrapped around my waist holding me in place as he rammed into me several times in a frenzy until he misjudged his length and inadvertently pulled the plug!. I could feel the cool water flow into my ass where his cock left a wide void.

Believe it or not, I rather enjoyed the eroticism of him fucking me while our voyeur looked on and the kids roughhoused upon him non the wiser, but in the foray he couldn’t gain re-entry and gave up to do combat with the kids, one of which made a very loud announcement at the discovery of Jill’s exposed erection and my bare ass! At that precise moment Jordie made a hasty retreat. I submerged to pull up my suit, but Jill made no attempt to cover up, his waist band still supported his balls as the giggling boys explored at will.

After a few minutes of wrestling Jill swam up to me with a huge grin. “Jacky you were something else, man! I enjoyed that fuck like you wouldn’t believe, never done it in a pool before, and that Jordie guy! Fuck, was he into it or what? Told ya he’d be game for it. Maybe we should invite him home. I’ll ask him later, but fuck, I’m horny as hell right now! How bout I find a couple of willing boys? Ya know, take them into the men’s steam room, fool around for a while then get them to give us a blowjob….”

All that said in a rapid, nonstop unstructured statement and in one breath without even a brief pause to allow me to absorb the content. However, once he implied the molestation I interjected that I was not wishing to find a couple of boys to fool around with even though I was just as horny as he was.

“Just kidding ya fucking prude!” he retorted. I knew full well that he was in fact serious and not just kidding. “But I could easily arrange it, trust me! Boys up to the age of about nine are very gullible, curious by nature of the male anatomy and eager to explore it. They like to get involved in anything naughty, they thrive on it! Ya seen it for yourself in the locker room and just now in the pool. All those kids wanted to feel me up and vying for position to do so! Any one of those curious boys would suck me off without a great deal of convincing, Jacky!”

I couldn’t argue, I did see it for myself, but I also remembered being curious about older boys and men, however from a distance. Inquisitive but conservative boy hood glances, but never did I have an urge to explore any further than that. Had it been offered to be on a silver platter I would have ran the other way in fear!

“I’m not saying every kid would be willing to fool around, notice that not all the kids were into it, many of them ignored everything. They probably have older brothers or a father and used to seeing them in the nude, so it’s no big deal to them. You have to know what to look for, certain traits that show their vulnerability, it’s hard to explain, it’s like a sixth sense after a while that ya just know, especially boys a little older, like ten, to twelve. They’re a little more reserved and modest. They know more about sex than the younger ones but they’re just as curious deep down and a bit more of a challenge, ya have to be a little more convincing to seduce them into it!.” he confided for reasons unknown staring down into the water, but not in shame. It was as if he wanted to tell me something else. Not how he knew so much about how to seduce little boys, although I was very curious as to where he gained that knowledge and insight, but why he was so turned on by them?

To be continued …

Copyrighted 2014 © Rob Loveboy