The next few minutes were spent in a kind of aquatic gay heaven; I was wearing goggles and every time he passed me in the next lane, I slowed and watched every inch of his body underwater, as he powered along. True enough, once inside the cubicle, he pulled his trunks down and put his hands on my shoulders, indicating that he wanted the quick relief of a blow-job. Xnx Don’t stop!” he urged, his two hands now clasped about my head, as I now sank lower over his shaft and finally reached “home base”, with my nose buried once again in the jet-black bush of his groin. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him casually pull his trunks forward with one hand and produce his cock with the other. As I watched, his tool was becoming harder and straighter. Before I knew
