SUBMERGED SWEETNESS
I came in early, like I always do when I can’t sleep. The building was quiet, echoey. My shoes squeaked. The pools were clear and empty, all blue and clean, like nobody had ever touched them. I decided to do my janitorial duty early.
Then I saw the deep pool. Two men were down there, already submerged. Just speedos, black against the blue. I knew them right away — the swim teachers. Always loud, always talking about girls. Always acting straight.
My first thought was I should leave. My second thought was I couldn’t. They floated near the glass wall, slow and calm, holding hands. Not joking hands. Real hands. Fingers locked. I felt my chest get tight, like I was watching something fragile. Tiny bubbles came out of their noses. Their bodies were close.
One turned his head and saw me. He didn’t panic. He didn’t stop. He just smiled through the water, eyes soft.
Then the other leaned in and kissed him, mouth pressing gentle but serious. It wasn’t rushed. It was like they had all the time in the world down there. I stayed frozen with my mop. They kept kissing, drifting a little, legs brushing.
Their free hands moved — slow at first, then more certain. They slipped fingers under the waistbands of their speedos, pushing the tight fabric down to free their thick, hard cocks.
They gripped themselves, stroking in unison under the water. I watched their fists move, slick and fast. Their heads tipped back, mouths opening in silent gasps as they chased the release. Their faces changed, eyes closing, brows tightening. Their bodies tensed, muscles locking up.
One shuddered violently, then the other, and I saw thick, white ropes of cum spurting from their dicks, clouding the water around them. They clutched each other harder, mouths still together, breathing held, milking every last drop from their shafts. The water grew hazy with their seed, stirred by the sudden movement.
After that, they just stayed there, foreheads touching, hands still linked, bubbles drifting up like proof of something released. The cum dissolved in the chlorinated water.
My face felt hot. My whole body felt awake. Eventually they pushed up to the surface and climbed out, water sliding down their skin. They didn’t rush to cover up. One laughed softly, breathless. When they saw me still there, neither of them looked ashamed.
“Guess you saw our… training,” one said, smiling like it was a joke only half meant. The other nodded. “Helps us stay calm underwater. Helps with control.”
I didn’t know what to say. My hands were shaking a little.
He looked at me and added, “If you ever want to join sometime… you’re welcome.” They walked past me, dripping, close together.
The pool was quiet again, but it didn’t feel empty anymore. I stood there a long time, staring at the water, thinking about secrets, and how some sweetness only exists below the surface.
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