Sexy Fun Times/Eight/Boy/Swim/Locker

The way it's laid out there are only a few private cubicles and the rest is open. Your brother is already getting changed and there is a man there getting changed opposite. You drop your bag on a bench and begin stripping. Then you see an old man, probably in his seventies, with a hairy chest and belly struggling to pull his shorts up over a wrinkled old cock and dangling balls.

Just as you pull your briefs down you notice that the man opposite is watching you both. His face is flushed and his eyes are constantly glancing across, then quickly darting away. It's not hard to guess that he's probably gay and hoping to see you both naked. You look across at your brother to see what he will do and you aren't really surprised to see him playing up to the watcher. Since you already have your speedos on, you shove your stuff into a locker and leave them to it. When you turn to look, you see that the man has stripped off as well, showing off a big semi-hard cock.

After swimming around for a while, you realise that you need a pee, so you go back to the changing room toilets. When you've finished you catch sight of your brother coming out of one of the cubicles. A few moments later the man sticks his head out and looks around. He comes out with the rather skimpy towel wrapped around his waist, and as he walks toward the lockers, the towel falls off and you can't help giggling. He looks around and smiles at you.

"What were you doing with my brother," you ask, although you have a pretty good idea.

He stands there, looking at you with his dick hanging down. "Your brother," he asks.

"Yes, you were in there with him for ages. Are you gay," you ask.

"So what if I am."

"I know what gays do," you say.

"Oh yeah. What do they do?"

"They suck each other's cocks and put them in their bottoms," you say, going a bit pink.

"Are you gay then," he asks.

You shrug. "I dunno. How can you tell? Are you getting hard," you ask, pointing at his stiffening cock.

"Yeah. That's what happens when cute boys talk to me about sex."

"You think I'm cute? Did you put your cock in Harry's bottom?"

"You ask a lot of questions. Why don't we go in the cubicle and talk about it?"

You aren't sure really, and a bit scared, but curiosity gets the better of you. He goes back into the cubicle and you nervously follow him. He promptly locks the door and turns round with his cock in his hand. It looks pretty big, "How about we start with a blowjob," he says.

"Eww! You just had it in Harry's bottom didn't you."

"I did. But I had a shower and made sure it's thoroughly clean." The object in question was standing up, stiff and proud now.

The idea of sucking something that had been in Harry's ass makes you gag. "Would it fit in my bottom?"

"I'm not sure. Have you ever done it before?"

"No, but I tried one of dad's cigar tubes," you say

"Did you like how it felt?" He's beginning to sound impatient. "Why don't we give it a try?"

"What do I have to do?"

He gets you to stand up on the bench and strips your speedos off. Your cock springs up once it is released. "Mmm, Nice cock," he says, licking his lips. He reaches in his bag and pulls out a bottle of something. Then he tells you to bend over and touch your toes, still standing on the bench. The oil is cold, but it soon warms up as he spreads it around. Then you feel him pushing against your sphincter and try to relax as he pushes first one, then two fingers right in. It feels a bit uncomfortable, but no more than doing a big poo. It's exciting that this man thinks you are cute and want's to do grownup stuff with you.

"Right. Let's have you down," he says and lifts you onto the floor. He pulls the bench away from the wall and straight away you find yourself bent over it with your bum sticking up. You take a deep breath and try to relax as you feel the head of his dick pressing against you.

The pressure builds up and you are panting as you feel yourself stretching. You hear him grunt. "Fuck, that's tight." It feels like your ass is on fire, but he just keeps pushing.

"IT HURTS! Stop." you yell.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP," he hisses and holds still to let you get used to it. "We're fucked if anyone hears you," he says, clearly scared.

"S, s, sorry," you stammer. "It burned like I was on fire." You can feel his cock shrinking and after a few moment, he gently lifts you off.

"My fault. I should have gone slower," he says and kisses you on the lips. "It's a lot better if you can take your time to get used to it. If you want to try again, you can come to my place if you like."

He picks up your phone and puts his number in, before slipping out, leaving you standing there rubbing your sore ass.

"Well. Maybe I'm not gay then," you think

• There's a quiet knock on the door