#49012 - But their Dad, or “Daddy”, as the boys kept calling him, now he was something else – in more ways than one! “Daddy” was in his late 20’s or early 30’s, about 5’ 10” and slim, with jet black, wavy hair and a closely manicured beard, you know, the kind that looks like a three-day 5 o’clock shadow. There were only a couple of other swimmers in the main pool this morning and as I swam up and down, doing my lengths, I couldn’t take my mind off those black shiny boxer trunks – and the fucking gorgeous hunk that was wearing them! You wouldn’t believe how jealous I was of his wife, not to say how disappointed I was that he was “a hetero breeder”; although the idea of him fathering those two boys – and more specifically, what had been necessary for him to do so – made him seem even more sexy to me, in a frustratingly unattainable way. As I tickled and played around his bum-hole with my finger, I saw his mouth open and felt him let out a stifled gasp of pleasure.