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“Marco!” I called out.

“Polo!”

There were fewer cries this time. I could hear Mr. Saunders’s voice more easily. He sounded distracted. My hunch was that it had to do with my team’s shenanigans.

Grinning, I made my move. Mr. Saunders wasn’t as far away this time. It sounded like he had drifted a little closer. I swam in the direction of his voice, diving below the lake’s surface.

My goal wasn’t to tag him, however. I had something better in mind. As soon as my hands brushed against a pair of muscular legs, I stopped. My fingers immediately went for the groin, feeling for the front of the trunks and the package hidden underneath.

It was hard. This was also the biggest dick I had ever felt before. It outclassed Omar by quite a bit. I took a chance that this was Mr. Saunders. It seemed unlikely that any of the other dads could come as close to his size.

My air was almost out. I let out a few bubbles to relieve the pressure in my lungs, then seized hold of the shorts by the hemline. A pair of hands had reached down, intending to stop me. I was determined this time, though. With one hard pull, I yanked the shorts down past Mr. Saunders’ knees.

He didn’t get the chance to grab hold of me. I was kneeling down in the soft mud at the bottle of the lake. Another hard pull moved those trunks to his ankles.

Mr. Saunders was swaying now, in danger of losing his balance. I pulled hard this time with everything I had. That did the trick. A muffled splash rang out. The water rippled, hitting me in the face. Air bubbles tickled against my body. I was reminded that I needed to surface before the last of the oxygen in my lungs ran out.

The trunks were in my raised fist when I broke through the surface. “Ha!” I crowed, overjoyed. “Got ’em!”

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