Pool Toy
Pool Toy
(this is a free story commission for Aran-trefoil on FA)
Though the forecasters had screamed about it being the storm of the century, Aran still went to the Rec center despite the snow. It's only across the street, so no amount of snow could keep him from the heated indoor pool and his special plan for the day. It would be perfect just to swim around alone and have the whole pool to himself. Well... perhaps he wouldn't be so alone if he was lucky.
When he finally trudged to the brick community building and shook off all of the snow that had accumulated on his boots, the unhappy clerk at the desk took her time swiping his membership card. It was probably the only thing she did all day.
During his quick trip to the locker room, Aran made sure that he looked good just in case that cute otter was on duty today. Actually, he knew that he would be on duty, it's Otter Wednesday.
Aran, the sneaky black cat that he is, had been mapping out the days when the hottest lifeguards were on duty, and that otter was unknowingly at the top of his list. Aran didn't even really enjoy swimming that much, he mostly just liked gawking at the otter when he wasn't looking. The lifeguard with his sleek fur, muscular frame, and determined, brown-eyed stare was just what the cat had been looking for.
He entered the pool area to see exactly what he wanted to see. It was completely deserted except for the lifeguard. The otter perked up now that there was someone else in the room. It was perfect. Talking to him would be inevitable. Aran made his way to the lifeguard's post to strike up a conversation.
"You still have to be here even though everybody is snowed in?" asked Aran.
"Yeah," begrudgingly said the lifeguard, "This place is still open, so I'm still on duty, but what about you? You still want to swim even though there is all of that snow?"
"Sure, I mean, this is a heated pool. Plus, I live right across the street, so I come here a lot," explained Aran.
"I've noticed," said the lifeguard, "You're here all the time,"
Aran held his breath for fear that the otter had caught on to his plot. He was relived when he continued to talk.
"Hey, I guess If I had a pool just across the street, I'd come all the time too. Well, have fun swimming laps or whatever you plan on doing."
"Uhh... mind if we just talk for a while?" said Aran.
"About what?" asked the lifeguard.
The tone in his voice seemed that he was a little annoyed with Aran already, but not nearly enough for him to rethink his plan.
"Is it boring being a lifeguard?" he asked.
"Sure it's boring. Not all the time. Sometimes I get to blow my whistle at little kids, but it's really bad when there is no one here," he shrugged and continued, "I guess it has its moments."
Aran bit his tongue and then made his move.
"Do you want to have one of those moments?" he brazenly asked, his offer echoing in the cavernous room.
"Oh... w-wow... Are you thinking what I'm thinking? Like uh... can you be a little more specific by what you mean by that," asked the lifeguard in a nervous voice.
"Let me give you a hint," said Aran, "I mean exactly what you think I mean."
Aran's heart raced as the otter turned his gaze to the pool and thought over his proposition. He turned back and said, "Look, I'm flattered, but I only date girls."
Aran was afraid that he would say something like that. At least he took it well. He was going to try one last time before throwing in the towel and avoiding the Rec Center on Wednesdays.
"I'm not saying you have to take me out to dinner, all I want you to do is take those shorts off and let me handle the rest."
The otter turned back to the pool and thought again. Aran couldn't believe it, he was actually thinking about it! There was hope for him yet.
"So... I wouldn't have to "do" anything, right?" quietly asked the otter.
"You don't have to do anything that you don't want to do," explained the cat, "If at any point you get uncomfortable, just say so, and I'll make it stop."
Aran could see the bulge in the otter's shorts get even bigger as he contorted his face and thought over the proposition a third time. He thanked the heavens that he was such a suave talker. The otter was seriously considering his options.
The otter turned to him a final time and said, "Well now look. The only thing that is holding me back is that I don't even know you."
"You don't have to know me. All you have to do is have a good time," explained Aran a final time.
The otter chewed his lips and sighed.
"Alright, let's do it. I'll give it a shot," he said in a defeated tone, "I'll lock the doors so we don't get busted. Meet me in the storage room right there."
The otter pointed to a storage room full of lifeguard equipment before standing up to go lock the doors. Aran hurried into the little room to wait. He could hardly believe his luck!
The otter walked in a moment later and declared, "I thought up a new question for you!"
"Oh man..." whined Aran.
"Have you ever done this before?" grilled the otter.
"A few times," Aran admitted.
"Did they... you know... have anything?" he asked.
"No, I wouldn't date a dirty guy," said Aran decidedly, "But let me turn that question around. What about you?"
The otter shyly looked at the ground and said, "Yeah, once."
Aran felt a little sorry for him and asked, "If you don't mind me asking, how did it go?"
The otter got even more bashful and he even blushed.
"It all happened very quickly," he admitted.
"Well, I was planning on taking my time with you. So don't worry about it," said Aran in a comforting voice, "By the way, I'm surprised that you are actually going for this."
The lifeguard sighed and asked, "What's your name?"
"Aran."
"Well, look, Aran. I'm not totally straight... I guess that I'm... you know... bi. I had some girlfriends some time ago, but I've been on sort of a guy kick recently. So, I guess this is sort of me testing this sort of thing out. Plus, it has sort of been a personal fantasy of mine to "get it on" in here. I mean, this place is perfect," he said as he sat down on some orange rescue gear.
Aran couldn't keep himself from laughing a little before he admitted, "Well, this is a fantasy for me too! You may not be aware of this, but you are just gorgeous. I mean, the muscles, the smooth fur, that tiny-ass little bathing suit; you're a serious cutie! I confess, when you weren't looking... I was."
The otter lifeguard started to shake a little out of nervousness.
"I know you were," he said.
With that, Aran lost it. He coolly slinked over to the sitting otter and got onto his knees. After placing his muzzle onto his small bathing suit, he softly licked at the already sizable bulge underneath. He could almost taste it through the fabric, but he had to hold back. He was teasing himself by going so slowly. Aran didn't want it to end too quickly.
He brought his black paws up to the top of the small suit and then wrapped his fingers around the hem. He slowly pulled the front part of the bathing suit forward to avoid causing the lifeguard any discomfort and his efforts were rewarded by a low moan from his newfound lover.
Aran gazed at the otter's manhood for just a moment. He was relieved to see that it wasn't long and skinny, nor was it too short and thick. The lifeguard's hard erection was finally in front of him, and it was a perfect, average size.
"If you wouldn't mind so much..." shakily said the otter, "your teeth look really pointy, so..."
"Don't worry," comforted Aran, "I know what to do for you."
The otter flinched when Aran's whiskers brushed against his member. Aran ignored this and began to slowly lick as he did before. Only this time, he was running his tongue over the point between the end of the otter's sheath and fur and the beginning of his warm erection causing the otter to let out a shuddering breath.
This only drove the black cat on. Aran cupped his paw around the other side of the otter's hard manhood and brought it even closer to his mouth. This greatly intensified the sensation and caused the otter to groan with pleasure once more. All of the smells and the sounds of the beautiful otter's breathing and Aran's own lips and tongue that were bouncing off of the walls in the small room were driving the cat mad. He had never gotten this wound-up about a guy before!
He gave the same treatment to the other side of the otter's dick before deciding that it had been long enough and that it was time to wrap things up before someone got suspicious. Aran brought his rough tongue down to the front of the otter's erection near his balls and forcefully licked all the way to the tip causing him to taste a small amount of pre-ejaculate. The lifeguard could do nothing but shake and quietly moan while he tried to hold himself up.
After a few more licks, Aran could feel the otter's member lurch as he finally came. He softly kissed at the otter's most sensitive parts as a small shower of cum fell upon his brown, sleek stomach.
The otter moaned as he came down from his high and looked Aran in the face.
He was still breathing heavily when he said, "Now that was really something. I need to uh... clean up a little."
He got up and headed for an old paper-towel dispenser near a first aid kit. As he brought the handle down rapidly to get some towels, Aran suddenly became very aware of his own erection pressing at the front of his suit for the first time.
"So, I still need to finish. Would you mind keeping a look out for a bit while I do that?" asked Aran.
The lifeguard's eyes dodged left and then right before he shyly asked, "The front doors are locked and everything so... can I watch?"
Aran thought for a second. It was an odd request, but it certainly wouldn't do any harm.
"Sure you can watch if you want. It's not like we didn't just get done throwing the whole "personal space" think out the window."
Aran got on his back and untied his swim-trucks to reveal his throbbing and needy hard-on. He thought it was funny how the otter was staring at it as if he had never seen a dick before.
He wrapped his fingers around it and wasted no time. After a handful of seconds, he was purring hard as he reached his orgasm. He sighed and looked down at his belly to see incriminating white stains all over his black fur.
"Can you get me some towels there buddy? I guess I need to clean up too," he said.
After he had gotten most of the stains off of his fur and the otter had closed the door to the storage room, Aran and the lifeguard were standing at the edge of the pool in an awkward silence for the oppressively large room. All of the space and air was weighing down on the pair.
"Okay," finally started Aran, "This is kind of gross, but can I go swimming? You know, to take care of what I couldn't clean off."
"Dude... trust me... they chlorinate the hell out of this pool," said the otter, "I'm going swimming too!"
After a short swim, Aran went into the locker room to change back for his journey home. He was surprised to see the lifeguard walk in while he was slipping on his pants. The otter handed him a crumpled up piece of paper and said, "Hey, here's my phone number. That was great. Anytime, and I mean anytime, that you want to hang out, just let me know. I... I would really like to meet you again Aran."
Aran stuffed the wad of paper into his pocket and said, "I never did get your name."
The otter grinned before holding out his paw and saying, "I'm Parker, nice to meet you."