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  FRANK - Daddy Bear 3

  Copyright © 2018 by B.J. Smyth

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  FRANK

  Daddy Bear 3

  B.J. Smyth

  Frank

  On the rebound.

  rebound

  1. Someone who is "on the rebound", or recently out of a serious dating relationship, is popularly believed to be psychologically incapable of making reasonable decisions regarding suitable partners due to emotional neediness, lingering feelings towards the old partner, or unresolved problems from the previous relationship.

  Contents:

  1 Monday.

  2 Tuesday.

  3 Wednesday.

  4 Thursday.

  5 Friday.

  6 Saturday morning.

  7 Saturday evening.

  8 Sunday.

  9 Monday.

  10 Tuesday.

  11 Wednesday.

  12 Thursday morning.

  13 Thursday evening.

  14 Friday morning.

  15 Friday evening.

  16 Saturday.

  17 Sunday.

  1. Monday.

  I groan to myself as the alarm sounds. Looking at the clock, it’s five thirty in the morning. I roll onto my back and stare up at the ceiling. Why am I getting up so early to swim when I could do with another hour in bed? But I need to get back into some form of exercise or all the weight I have managed to lose will creep back on. Hitting my fifties, it’s not as easy to stay in shape.

  I drag myself out of bed and head downstairs for coffee. Living alone, I need not worry about walking around naked. I glimpse myself in the hallway mirror. I don’t think I’m doing too bad for my age. Drinking a black coffee helps to wake me up. I head back upstairs and pack what I need at the pool into a bag. Putting on my work trousers and shirt, I throw a tie in the bag.

  Driving to the leisure centre, the roads are empty at this time of the morning. Parking the car, the place is already open so I walk into the reception.

  “Morning, sir,” the receptionist says.

  “Morning, this is my first visit here; can you let me know about the cost of swimming and opening times please?”

  “A swim only costs £4, or you can purchase a book of ten swims for £35. We also offer full membership at £48 for a month. The pool opens at six thirty with adult-only swimming through to eight.”

  “Great, I will just swim today and see how it goes.”

  “Okay, that’s £4 and you will need a one-pound coin for the locker.”

  I hand her a five-pound note and she gives me a one-pound coin in change.

  “Thanks. If you head through those doors over there, the men’s changing area is on the right.”

  “Thanks.” I walk through the doors along the corridor and turn, opening the door into the changing area. The place is empty, metal lockers lining the walls with old wooden benches below them. Paint is peeling in the corners of the room. There are no individual changing stalls.

  I put my bag on the bench and undress. Neatly folding my clothes, I place them in the locker. Before pulling on my purple swimming trunks, I adjust my cock into a comfortable position.

  I throw a towel over my shoulder, lock the locker, and follow the sign towards the pool.

  Turning the corner, I almost walk into a young naked guy.

  “Oh, sorry,” he says with surprise, “I’m so used to being the only one here.”

  “No problem,” I reply. My eyes are drawn to his semi-hard cock, his pale smooth skin, and well-toned, sleek body, and I feel my cock stir in my trunks. There may be other benefits of an early swim. As I walk down the corridor, I can feel him still watching me, although I don’t look back.

  I swim for about thirty minutes then head to the showers. Stripping off my trunks, I enjoy the warm water flowing over my body. Thoughts of the young guy flash through my mind and my cock stiffens. Being alone, I stroke my dick as I think about his semi-hard cock.

  It’s been some time since I last had sex and fucking a nice young guy would be great. Realising I now have a full hard-on, I stop stroking and try to concentrate on the showering.

  Getting dried, I throw the towel over my shoulder and walk to the lockers. I get dressed and my thoughts turn to the day ahead. Six coffee shops to visit today and staffing problems to deal with for the managers. I enjoy most things about this new job, apart from the travelling when there is a lot of traffic about.

  Fully dressed, I adjust my tie, grab my bag, and head off to work. I make a mental note to arrive earlier tomorrow morning to see if the young guy is here, I want to see more of him naked.

  2. Tuesday.

  The alarm sounds and I switch it off, going downstairs for my coffee. I check my phone; several emails have come in overnight, queries from managers about staff. Working as an HR Manager, there is never a quiet moment. I sit and reply to them, giving advice on how to deal with the issues whilst drinking my coffee.

  Realising the time, I rush back upstairs; I wanted to get to the pool early so I could see if the young guy is there. I pack my bag and put on my trousers and shirt. I drive as quickly as I can to the leisure centre without breaking any speed limits.

  I head into reception and pay my money, then walk to the changing room. As I walk in, I’m greeted by the sight of the guy standing naked in front of a locker.

  “Morning,” I say, giving him a slight smile as I walk to the lockers on the other side of the room.

  “Morning,” he replies. I see his face flush a little as he smiles, then turns to face the locker, standing naked with his back to me.

  Dropping my bag onto the bench, I resist the temptation to turn around and check him out. I can hear him shifting things around on his bench.

  With my back to him, I remove my shirt, and I’m sure I hear him take a sharp intake of breath, so I take my time running my hands over my body before undoing my trousers. I drop them to the floor clenching my arse cheeks to ensure he gets a good view of my white briefs. I bend over and remove my trousers from my feet I glimpse him sitting on the bench behind me, his towel covering his legs and cock. Knowing I have his attention, I take my time folding my clothes before putting them into the locker. I turn to face him, sitting on my bench to re
move my socks. He dries his feet as his face flushes, probably embarrassed that I caught him staring.

  “It’s quiet here in the morning,” I say, trying to see if he lifts his towel enough for me to see his cock.

  “Yeah, I’m usually the only guy around and there’s two women here regularly,” he replies, his voice rising with excitement.

  I stand, and slide my briefs off, balancing on one foot to remove them, feeling his eyes scanning my body. I give my cock a little squeeze, still facing him so he can get a good look at my body. My cock stiffens as he stares across the room at me.

  “I haven’t seen you here before,” he says, in a casual voice giving him a reason to still be looking at me as I pull on my purple trunks.

  “I’m new to the area, moved here two months ago. It’s taken me a while to settle in the new place, but now I have found time to fit in a swim before work.”

  “That’s good. I come here every morning, I prefer it when the pool is empty.”

  I put the rest of my things in the locker and close the door before walking across the room towards him, holding out my hand.

  “I’m Frank, I will see a lot of you then,” I say with a smile.

  He grips my hand firmly. “I’m Carter, good to meet you,” he replies. I get a better look at his fit, smooth chest and my cock thickens in my trunks as I wonder what is hidden under his towel. His eyes are level with my bulge and his cheeks flush again.

  “See you tomorrow then,” I say as I walk out of the changing room down the corridor towards the pool. Making sure I take my time to tease him.

  I definitely need to be here earlier in the morning so I can get naked with him in the shower. He has caught my attention and I’m sure he is interested in me. I have a swim, then shower and head back to the lockers to get dressed. My cock is still semi-hard as thoughts of Carter naked run through my mind. Is his arse as smooth as his chest? I would love to fuck his boy hole one day. I get a form from the receptionist to sign up for the monthly payment, as I’m sure I will come here more often.

  3. Wednesday.

  I set the alarm a little earlier today to get to the pool early. I’ve had Carter on my mind all night, his young, fit body and silky smooth skin that I want to feel touch mine. I only got a glimpse of his cock the first day we walked into each other, but what I saw I want in my mouth.

  Walking downstairs, my cock stands to full attention. I could do with a hot session with Carter, something about doing it with a young guy has me hot and excited.

  Drinking my coffee, I read through the emails. The joys of a senior position; work never seems to stop and the rest of my life has to fit in around the company. I come across a long email from a manager in Kent; his staff are not happy with the new break policy I recently introduced. I sigh heavily and type a reply. Checking my calendar, I arrange a date to visit the coffee shop.

  Glancing at the clock on the kitchen wall, I notice the time.

  “Shit, I will be late there again,” I rush upstairs and get my things sorted. Dressed, I head to the leisure centre.

  I hand my form into the receptionist and pay the first month’s fee; she tells me to pick up my membership card when I have finished swimming. The changing room is empty; hopefully he will still be in the pool. I have a quick shower, then walk out to the poolside, water dripping from my body. I see Carter in the water at the other end of the pool. Jumping into the water I shake my head as I stand, putting on a show for him. He pushes away from the side and swims towards me as I swim, we pass each other, but I don’t look at him. As I reach the other end, I turn and see him getting out of the pool.

  He must have been here a while. I continue swimming a few lengths then head to the showers. Having a quick shower, I dry myself and wrap the towel around my waist before walking back to the lockers. Turning the corner into the corridor, I see Carter standing naked at the lockers. I notice his cock is stiff as he grabs his towel and covers himself.

  “Hey, Carter, good to see you. The water was a nice temperature today,” I say as I get closer to him.

  Pulling my towel from my waist, I throw it over my shoulder so he gets a good view of my cock as I walk into the locker area. My trunks swing and drip in my right hand.

  “Yeah, it was nice,” he replies. His face flushes, but he can’t resist looking at my cock. He watches me as I walk to my locker and drop my towel and trunks onto the bench. I linger with my back to him, giving him a chance to admire my thick, muscular legs and tight arse. My cock stiffens and I pull the skin back of the head of my cock as I think about him naked.

  “So, what time do you get here?” I ask as I turn to face him. Watching his eyes flicker between my hard cock and my face.

  “I’m generally here before the doors open at six thirty,” he replies, rubbing his body with his towel whilst still trying to keep his cock covered. His red face tells me his cock is hard under the towel.

  “I will make a note of that.” Picking up my towel and dry my chest, then throw it over my head and vigorously rub my hair, giving him a chance to drool over my hard-uncut cock.

  When he removes the towel, he turns his back and pulls on his boxers and trousers, trying to hide his own erection.

  “So, how are you liking the area?” he asks as he slips on his shirt.

  “It’s nice, thanks. I don’t know many people in the area though, I moved here because of work.”

  “Well, if you want to know anything about the place, just ask. I’ve lived here for over five years now.”

  “Thanks.”

  I had dressed whilst we chatted and was ready to leave at the same time as him, so we walk out of the changing room at the same time. I go to the reception desk and collect my card.

  “Have a good day,” I say, giving him a smile.

  “You too. Hopefully, I will see you tomorrow?”

  “You will, for sure,” I say as I walk away across the car park.

  I see him watching me as I get into my car before he walks away.

  Driving past him I give him a wave and smile and he smiles back. He is such a cute looking lad, young enough to be my son if I had ever had children. But that doesn’t stop me wanting to fuck him hard. I’m not sure why I’m attracted to him; I normally go for guys my age. Maybe the breakup with Charles affected me more than I realise. I spend most of my day thinking about what Carter’s skin would feel like to touch.

  I’m sure I’m not mis-interpreting things. I usually know when someone fancies me and he is giving all the right signs.

  4. Thursday.

  I get to the leisure centre before it opens today. The two women who are always there are standing outside. Greeting them politely, I stand next to them as they chat away to each other.

  “Morning, Carter,” I say with a smile as he approaches us.

  “Morning, you’re here early today,” he says, a pleasant look of surprise on his face.

  “I have an early meeting, so I need to head off sharp.”

  “Oh, I see.” A hint of disappointment shows on his face.

  The receptionist opens the doors and we walk into the centre, heading to the changing room; Carter walks beside me.

  He heads to his usual locker, I go to the same one I usually use opposite him. I stand facing him as I undress, admiring his young, smooth skin. He faces his locker, standing naked as he places his things neatly away.

  “Perhaps we can swim together? Give each other some motivation?” I say, giving him an excuse to turn and look at me.

  He seems surprised to find me naked and staring at him. He tries to hide his glances to my cock, which is semi-hard, the foreskin stretched back slightly off the head. He licks his lower lip and I notice his cock stiffening. He is hairless and it is turning me on like crazy.

  “Yeah, that would be good. It will make a change to swim with someone,” he replies, trying to keep his eyes fixed on mine.

  I give my balls a squeeze and a little tug of my cock as he watches me, trying to give him a signal I’m inte
rested in him. His cheeks burn and I can see his cock getting harder as I look at him. He quickly turns to face the lockers. I hope I haven’t embarrassed him by letting him seeing my erection. I could easily walk over to him push him against the lockers and bury my face deep in his arse, tasting his lovely boy hole. My cock throbs and leaks a little at the thought. I pull on my trunks and adjust my cock to hide my erection. Placing my things in the locker, my cock is still hard in my trunks. He turns to face me, his eyes drawn to my stiff cock stretching the front of my trunks.

  “Shall we hit the pool then?” I ask.

  “Yeah.”

  I walk behind him down the corridor, past the showers, and out into the pool area. We get into the water and swim thirty lengths together. He is very fit and I struggle to keep up with him, although I try my best not to show it. Once we finish the lengths, we head to the showers. My cock stiffens again at the thought of seeing him naked in the shower. Hanging his towel outside, he heads to the shower and I take the one to his right. Standing on the button, I press it with my foot and water pours down onto me.

  I notice him looking at me now and then. I close my eyes and let the water cascade onto my head; it runs down my back and chest. Grabbing the body wash, I slide my hands over my thick, hairy chest, putting on a show to tease him. My cock is stiffening now, straining against my trunks as thoughts of his stiff boy cock flash through my mind.

  We are so close. Resisting the temptation to grab his cock is hard, reminding me of my days in gay saunas. I slide my trunks off, kicking them free from my feet. Now I’m naked next to him, my cock semi-hard, the foreskin pulled back off the head. I glance down at his cock stretching his trunks and hope he removes them soon. Getting more body wash in my hands I rub it over my chest sliding my hands down over my abs.

  He tries to look casual next to me as he showers, but his flushed face and stiff cock tell a different story. He slips his hands under the waistband of his trunks and slides them to the floor.