Date: Wed, 6 Aug 2014 17:20:01 -0700 From: Jamie W Subject: Sun, Speedos, and Sex with the Lawn Boy Sun, Speedos, and Sex with the Lawn Boy Sometimes to truly know what you want for breakfast you need to stand in front of an open refrigerator in your underwear. "For God's sake, Jamie, close the refrigerator and put on some shorts!" (Some people, unfortunately, have no respect for this necessity.) "Jaaaaaaamie's in his unnnnnnndies." Between my mother's yelling and my little sister's taunting I had ample reason to be distracted, but I wasn't. "What's that noise?" I asked. "What noise?" "Is that the lawnmower?" My mother swept by me and closed the refrigerator door with a grunt of exasperation. "Yes. Why?" "Didn't Dad already leave for work?" "Yes, and why haven't you?" I arched my back, stretched my arms wide, and yawned like a lion. "Because I lead a life of luxury." "Right," my mother said with a smirk as she heaved an overflowing tote bag over her shoulder and grabbed for her car keys. "You're two days into summer break and already unbearable. When do you leave for DC again?" "Five days. But you act like you haven't missed me at all this past year." Now, her arms full with two enormous binders, she lined up my nine-year-old sister in front of her. "I missed you!" my sister shouted out. "Thanks, Mary. I'm glad someone did." My mother ignored the point and starting rattling off instructions. "Call your grandpa sometime today and fill out those forms. Stop by the hardware store too sometime this afternoon. Mary's done with camp at three but get there about fifteen minutes early. She'll call if she decides to go to a friend's house instead. Right, Mary?" I rubbed the last bit of sleep from my eyes. "Can you do all that?" "Yeah, yeah. But you never answered my question." "What?" "Who's mowing the lawn?" "Not your lazy butt." "Praise Jesus." "It's that Kevin something. He swam with you at Kennedy." "Fulton?" "No the blonde one." "LaSalle?" "Yeah, that one." My mother clearly saw my eyebrows rise ever so slightly, because as she turned out the door to the garage, my sister in tow, she shouted, "Be a good boy, Jamie!" Jamie is an exceptionally good boy, I thought. Exceptionally good. And I will, being an exceptionally good boy, look out the window for poor Kevin LaSalle who is being forced to toil away in the scorching heat of June. He may after all, need help. * * * * * Kevin was about a quarter of the way done mowing the vast expanse of my parents' back yard when I spotted him out the kitchen window. He was as I remembered him, and I remembered him clearly. You don't forget a face like Kevin's, much less a body. He swam and I dove, which is to say he walked around the pool deck in a speedo and I watched from 10 meters above, trying to suppress a hard-on in my own speedo. We were friendly but not friends, mostly because I was a year older and thus, as it goes in high school, I imagined myself infinitely more mature. In fact Kevin may have been more mature. He had a steady girlfriend and a good deal of the silent, reserved sort of confidence. No doubt the former and most of the latter came from his looks. He stood just over six feet tall, encased in the lean muscle of competitive swimmers. His pecs bulged, his shoulders swelled, and his abs popped. His short hair was golden blonde, brightened by the same sun that bronzed his smooth skin. His smile was a flash of white and his face was something to gaze at for hours. It was suspended, somehow, in that look between boyish cuteness and rugged athlete. His jaw suggested strength while his soft lips and bright eyes were simply, unapologetically adorable. As he pushed the lawnmower towards the back of the yard I gazed at my favorite part of Kevin, his ass. Perkier than it had any right to be, his ass hung thick and full. The mesh shorts he wore hung flush against his meaty cheeks and draped down into the tight crack of his ass. I remembered all those times he had hoisted himself out of the pool and the water had tugged his suit down just enough to expose the top of his crack. I tapped my passcode into my phone and started scrolling through old text messages. There was one other memory of Kevin that jumped to mind. I found the texts I was looking for, from just five months earlier. My friend Matty, a friend in Kevin's class, had texted me out of the blue during the start of my spring semester. "J-balls, what's up?" "Not much." "Remember Kevin LaSalle?" "I remember that ass." "Lol. This gonna make your day." "??" "He's gay." "Bullshit." "G-A-Y." "False. As. Fuck." "I swear. Broke up with Lindsay two months ago." "So?" "Ben saw a profile on Grindr with a torso pic that looked exactly like him." "No way. Probably a fake." "No then he talked to some other dude on Grindr that said he hooked up with a swimmer from Kennedy. Definitely sounded like Kevin from the description." "Show me the torso." There were those tight abs, those perky nipples, that broad chest. Unmistakably. "Fuck that's him." "Yup." "Fuck." "Excuse me while I go try to get in those pants." "Lol. Good luck." I had spent that afternoon thinking about Kevin. He was a shy, reserved guy, and I must have not paid close enough attention. I wasted the better part of two lectures imagining my cock slipping between his tight ass cheeks, but then it was another Thursday night in college and I was off drinking with my roommates. But now, as I looked out the kitchen window, Kevin had my undivided attention. I sipped at my coffee and thought to myself. How to play this? Friendly wave? Ask if I could help? Catch up over a beer after he finished? Gently ask how the past year had gone? Get into his confidences, and then probe for the real story? See where things went from there? No. I was far too fucking horny. The kid was gay, and I wanted to fuck. * * * * * I'm not quite sure when, but at some age you just get completely over making that Kool-Aid shit or lemonade from a powder. Maybe it's because you learn that dumping mounds of sugar into a drink is a bad idea, or maybe you just discover alcohol. Whatever the case I found it to be an oddly nostalgic experience to mix up two glasses of lemonade. I had to check the directions on the tub twice. I decided to match Kevin with a pair of my own mesh shorts. But that was where my wardrobe ended. No shirt, no underwear. The flip-flops were only for safety's sake. I walked across the lawn, drinks in hand, thick cock flopping freely in my shorts, and made straight for Kevin. It took him a second to process the situation. He clearly saw me coming at him, seemed to consider waiving, and then had to think a second before turning off the lawnmower and turning to face me. "Kevin! What's up, dude?" He couldn't conceal the surprise at my cheeriness. Or maybe it was surprise at the muscles of my bare chest and cock bulging in my shorts. In any event his familiar bashful smile spread across his face as he struggled for words. "Hey, Jamie," he said softly. "So my Old Lady is putting you to work, huh?" He laughed. "Yeah." "Get your money up front, man. She's a con artist," I said as I put a cold glass in his hand and with my other hand playfully slapped his arm right at his bicep. It was pleasantly firm. More laughter. His dimpled cheeks had me swooning. "Nah. She's great. And I can always use the money." "Cool. So how did senior year finish up?" There followed some five minutes of obligatory talk about the team and how we fared at sectionals and state this year. I can't say I retained to a word of it. Instead I watched as Kevin shifted his weight from foot to foot and his tank top swung just enough to one side to expose a pink nipple and the curve of a bulging pec. He was bigger, more muscled than when I had last seen him, but his face still had the same boyish features when he nervously laughed at his own jokes. Finally I decided to move things along. "How's Lindsay?" "Oh we broke up," he said, running a hand across the back of his neck and looking to the ground. "Sorry to hear it." "It's OK," he said, and then, after an awkward pause, added, "Are you dating anybody?" I thought it was a fairly bold question and had to keep myself from smiling. "No. Just enjoying myself," I replied with a wink. I waited for a reply but nothing came. "Well, listen. I'm gonna sit by the pool. Finish this shit up and chill with me, OK?" "Umm," he seemed to be briefly thinking of an excuse, but then finished with a smile, "Yeah. Cool." * * * * * One of the better perks of competitive diving is knowing, without hesitation, that you look good in a speedo. Your training yields thick thighs, tight abs, impressive shoulders, bulging biceps, and a curve to your ass that you simply cannot buy. Slip all of that into a tiny scrap of tight fabric and you are guaranteed to get the people in the bleachers hot and bothered. Plus, if you're endowed, like myself, with a cock that's thick at rest and even thicker at play, then you can expect that some ladies in the crowd will use their programs to fan themselves, and a few guys will use it to cover their stiff crotches. Is this talk cocky? Absolutely it is, but that doesn't mean it's not true. I opted for a light green speedo, one I thought made my ass pop and my bulge particularly plump. Wearing that and only that, and with a baby blue speedo in my other hand, I walked across the lawn towards the pool. I could feel Kevin's eyes on me, just as I wanted. I stopped to adjust a lounge chair, slowly bending at the waist and flexing every muscle fiber in my ass. I took my time lowering the chair and then sprawled out on it. And waited. Within minutes I heard the lawnmower start to rumble closer. The last bit of tall grass was between Kevin and the pool deck, and only a row of waist-high azalea bushes separated the lawn from the deck. As Kevin pushed the mower back and forth behind me I reached down and gently gave my cock a few massaging squeezes. That was all it took. My cock swelled to half-mast and put heavy tension on the fabric of my speedo. I stretched my hands back behind my head and ever so subtly thrust my hips a half-inch skyward. Kevin noticed. Or so my ears told me. On his last three passes up and down the lawn I heard the noise of the mower stop in place directly behind me. I imagined Kevin tugging on his own cock just as I had tugged at mine and it made my dick swell further. I had to will myself to relax or else my cocktip would threaten to spring right out of my speedo. Finally I heard Kevin cut the mower's engine and wheel it over to the garage. This was the crucial moment. To Kevin I looked to be asleep by the pool with a half-throbbing cock. Would he take the chance to cut and run or would he wake me up and see where I led him? "Hey, man," he said with a gentle hand on my shoulder. I made a small show of waking from a short nap. "Oh, hey, dude." He glanced over to the pool. "Awesome that you guys have this." "Yeah, it's nice. Here you go," I said and tossed the baby blue speedo I had brought with me into his lap. "Nice," he said as he picked up the speedo. "You don't mind? I'm a little sweaty." Did I mind? Jesus, if he only knew how I got off to sharing speedos. Aside from eye-fucking, it was one of the best ways to enjoy my hot straight teammates. It was indescribably hot to know the same tight fabric that had cupped your balls and clung to your wet dick would do the same for them. Plus, every now and then I would take a deep sniff of those speedos when I got them back from an especially hot teammate. "Where should I...?" "Oh, I'll turn around. And the neighbors can't see a thing over the fence." He stepped to one side of me and made a strategic error. I was turned away from him, as promised, but I was facing the French doors of our great room. And the glass of those doors, spotless as it was, worked quite well as a mirror. The reflection produced a sharp image of Kevin peeling off his tank top, slipping off his shorts, and exposing his thick cock to my peering eyes. The glass also let me see, encouragingly, that Kevin stole more than one glance at my ass as he went about his changing. "All done." I turned around and tried not to laugh. I had chosen the baby blue speedo for two reasons: it went well with his blonde hair and tan skin, and because I estimated it was about two sizes too small for him. I was right on both accounts. His cock and balls looked to be a fist-sized lump and, as he turned to lie down, the top of his ass crack peeked about the top of the speedo. "What else is up today?" "Gotta hit two more lawns." "Sucks." "Yeah, but that won't take long." "Cool. Well enjoy this summer. It's so much fun." "Yeah." "When do you head up to Michigan?" "Classes start late August, but practices start way before that." "They'll suck at first but you'll be glad you're still swimming. You'll have cool teammates. It keeps you focused. And keeps you looking good for the...ladies." I said that last word with hesitation, but a calculated hesitation. From Kevin's silence I could tell we were all square on where things stood. I waited for him to say something, but nothing came. No doubt he was terrified. "What are you thinking about majoring in?" We talked for about fifteen minutes about college and parties and old friends, and Kevin gradually loosened up. As the conversation gradually slowed I pretended to nap again. And I made a few squeezes on my cock as well. After about five minutes of pretending to sleep with a half-hard cock I momentarily blinked open my eyes. Kevin was there, in his chair an arm's length away, with a full-on hard-on and with his eyes trained on my crotch. He was gently running his fingertips along the shaft of his fat cock that bulged sideways in his speedo, nearly out to his hip. I closed my eyes and, without any squeezing or massaging, let my cock swell to full size. I could feel my swollen tip beginning to lift the waistline of my speedo. I kept still and let my cock throb for Kevin to see. I opened my eyes again and now Kevin's fingers were curled halfway around his shaft, pumping at it over the fabric. So here we go, I thought. In one quick motion I stood up from the chair and took a step towards Kevin's chair, my body (and hard bulge) towering over him. I could tell he truly thought I was asleep, because there was complete shock in his eyes. He looked at my eyes, and then my crotch, and then my eyes, and then my crotch, as if fearful both of how I might react to the situation and how I planned to wield my fat cock. "Relax." I put a knee on either side of his firm thighs and knelt over his body. He arched his neck upwards but before he could sit his torso up I was on him, my wet lips firm against his and my hands slipping behind his neck. His lips were momentarily tentative, and they gave way to my tongue. Quickly though, they eagerly pressed back into mine and his tongue wandered forcefully into my mouth. I was surprised. I thought briefly that I might be one of the first few boys Kevin had kissed. He certainly had the desperate, wild energy of someone who had gone a long time without a warm body atop them. His hand slipped behind my head and wrapped about my neck. From there he pulled me down, my lips tighter against his. His tongue darted suddenly to the back of my throat and he started to nibble at my lips eat time he withdrew his tongue. I countered his aggression best I could, running my fingers through the hair on the back of his head and pulling. It occurred to me that there I was, with this gorgeous muscled Adonis between my legs, and all I was touching were his lips and his neck. I quickly slipped my legs down along his and lowered my whole body down onto his. "Oh fuck!" he moaned. It was an exhilarating moment of contact. My hard pecs lowered onto his, our smooth thighs intertwined, and my rock hard bulge lodged itself snuggly alongside his shaft. Kevin wrapped both his arms around my broad back and shoulders and squeezed tightly, bring our bodies even tighter together. Now my abs found his and his hot breath pulsed against my neck. His lips found mine again and he resumed nibbling and my lips and driving his tongue deep in my throat. As he worked my lips I started to rock my hips atop him, grinding my bulge against his. We both had fat cocks, but his had me beat by an inch, or so it felt. To know for sure, I had to do more research. "Lay back," I said. I had knelt back up over him and he was trying desperately to rise with me, to keep his lips on mine. I put a hand on his shaft and stroked it through the fabric of the speedo. "When the last time you had a good suck?" "Way too long," Kevin said. His eyes didn't meet mine; they stared at my hand working over his bulge. They were wide, as if incredulous that what was about to happen was really about to happen. I put my mouth on the bulge in his speedo and began massaging his thick shaft sideways. "Shit. Fucking hot." From the base of his shaft to the tip was a long journey, but I worked it back and forth about a dozen times, lingering at the tip each time and listening to his moans grow louder and louder. He finally got wise and used his hands. They had been resting uselessly at his sides but he realized they really belonged atop my head where they could press my face harder into his crotch. He pressed hard and I munched on his shaft harder. I was going to let him be forceful, but he didn't get to have control. I stopped working over his bulge for a moment and looked up to his face. It was a picture of ecstasy and sensuous hunger; he looked both rapturous and anxious to know what came next. Mine eyes staying locked on his, I began to peel back the baby blue speedo. I could feel the fabric relax when his cocktip began to spring forth, but I didn't look down until I had pulled the speedo down to the top of his thighs. Once I could feel his heavy ballsack on my wrist I broke my stare and looked down in front of me. A fucking monster. A fat, swollen 10-inch dick. I did a bad job of trying to look unimpressed, because when I looked back to Kevin he was smiling. Really smiling. Not fake, nervous, polite smiling. Smiling like a tickled fool. He started to slowly rock his hips side to side on the lounge chair. His colossal dick began swaying beneath my chin. Smiling back at him, I lowered my chin into range. If the look of his dick wasn't convincing enough, then the feel of that huge hard-on swinging into my cheek was. It slapped hard and heavy. I heard Kevin laugh and then come at me from the other side. Again, another hard hit from that impressive swollen dick with its perfect throbbing cocktip. Eventually I had to have it in my mouth. I opened wide, very wide, and made a pass for the tip. I missed and Kevin giggled. I tried again. Another miss. I grabbed for his shaft to hold it steady but Kevin protested. "Ah ah. No hands." I smiled and tried again. I caught the tip with my lips just barely every third try or so. Kevin rocking his hips harder and harder and his dick swung wider and wilder. It was a fun game but after a while I just wanted that gigantic shaft slammed down my throat. I watched his cock swing a few times, studying its pendulous trajectory, and then I pounced. I got about one third of that delicious salty shaft in my mouth and Kevin shouted. "Oh fuck fuck fuck!" I felt his body quiver beneath my and went in for more, cramming about two thirds of that massive hard-on down my throat. His body whipped to one side, then another as his cocktip lodged deep inside me. I held it there for as long as I could and then came off it. Drool dropped from my lips and his cock shone with my saliva in the summer sun. Kevin gave up rocking side to side. He left his dick right in front of me. I took a deep breath and pounced again, determined to take his entire shaft in my mouth. I got two thirds deep again and my eyes started to water and I gasped wildly for air. I pulled back again and pumped his cock, now fully lubed with my saliva. Kevin's head rolled back and he moaned as I kept up my game, taking more of his length with each dive and working his dick with my hand between each attempt. It took about five minutes before I dove down and, with tears streaming down my cheeks, felt my bottom lip against his ballsack. I came up, thoroughly satisfied, and Kevin tilted his face towards me with a look of admiration. If he thought that meant my game was over he was wrong. I then set to pumping my mouth over his shaft non-stop, with my hand stroking and guiding his dick into and out of my tight lips. From tip to base I bobbed my lips along his massive cock. After a minute I could tell I had him. "Slow down. I'm close." I pretended not to hear a thing. "Gonna cum. Gonna cum soon." His words were mixed into moans. Still I pumped away. "Fuck that's so good. I'm so fucking close." Finally he tilted his torso upwards and I knew we were there. He put a hand on my shoulder to push me back but I shrugged it off, making my intentions clear. He dropped his head back on the chair and resumed moaning. "Shit. Work that dick. Fucking perfect." I pressed my lips tighter, drove his shaft deeper. My saliva and his precum was running down his shaft and coating his balls. "Oh. Shit." I felt his torso jerk and braced myself. I had his whole shaft in my mouth when he came. His cock throbbed and twitched between my lips and I felt his cum spray in my throat. I pulled back halfway off his cock and let his cum drip and ooze from my lips. He was still shooting; his fourth and fifth shots felt hot and thick on the back of my throat. When he stopped shooting about half of his hot jizz had dripped from my lips down onto his shaft and the base of his cock. In one quick motion I dove down onto his full shaft again and took it all: the cock, the saliva, the cum. He shouted incomprehensibly and shook wildly as I sucked and jerked his cock energetically. He clearly thought I was going to let his dick rest after shooting so wild a load. Not a chance. Eventually his twitching subsided and I began sucking more gently, focusing more on swallowing his load than tormenting his sensitive dick. After a few minutes of calmly sucking his tender dick he reached down and pulled my face up to his. He planted his soft lips on mine and kissed me deeply. I gave him what little of his cum I still had in his mouth. He probed ever corner of my mouth, taking his jizz back lick by lick. He finally pulled back and released his lock on my lips. "Go sit by the pool." There was a newfound mischief in his eyes. He quickly shot up from his chair and dove into the pool. I turned and watched in surprise. He seemed to be a different person. An incredibly horny person. Kevin's head emerged from the clear water and he pushed his blonde hair to the side. He looked up at me with bright blue eyes as he came to the edge of the pool. He slapped his hands on the deck on front of him. "C'mon. Right here." * * * * * A blowjob from a closeted eighteen year-old is a risky proposition. I like my dick, I absolutely love it. So I look out for it, which means being very careful about putting it into the jaws of some fumbling, clumsy, gnawing boy who has the delicacy of a freight train. I had a wince ready when Kevin first pulled my speedo down to the base of my cock and took my fat meat between his lips. I was ready to shriek and push his sharp-toothed mouth off my crotch. But, thankfully, no such anxiety was warranted. His lips closed on my cocktip softly and began descending my swollen shaft with a tight but velvety grip. I could hardly believe how good it felt. In fact my body jerked and my cock twitched completely unexpectedly. Kevin looked up and smiled, or smiled as best he could with a thick cock in his mouth. He took my hand and put it on the back of his head. I rested it there gently; I wanted him to do the work to start with. And do work he did. He slipped deeper and deeper and took my whole shaft; he smoothly jerked me with his hand; he tugged at my heavy balls. It felt truly like a massage. He was tender and firm and had me absolutely throbbing. After several minutes I put pressure on the back of his head. He took the clue and immediately began diving faster and harder onto my cock. I was impressed and loosened my grip, but he put my hand back on his head and pressed it hard against him. I happily kept it there and kept grinding his face into my crotch. Each time I pressed his head I gently thrust my hips, driving my cocktip to the depths of his throat. Soon enough he was all gags and tears, yet he didn't slacken his pace for an instant. He was insanely good. I considered for a moment just what the fuck this closeted kid had been up to all during high school. Who was the lucky bastard who had helped him get so good at sucking dick? I was furiously jealous. So much wasted time back in high school when we could have been banging the shit out of each other. I finally accepted the fact that he was a pro and laid my torso down on the pool deck. I kept my legs in the water and my dick trapped between his lips. I let all the tension seep from my muscles and just enjoyed the feel of his wet hand, his soft lips, and his warm tongue. I thought about how much stamina he might have, because I could have stayed in that position for days. * * * * * There are those happy moments in hooking up where you realize you're getting more than you bargained for. Like when a wayward hand lands on your crotch and you realize an episode of drunken kissing may lead to something else. Or when a horny boy licks his lips seductively during a handjob. Or a finger wanders from your shaft to your hole during a blowjob. You didn't know where events were leading, but you suddenly realize they're headed somewhere wonderful. With Kevin I hadn't expected much more than a good suck. So I was contently on my back, getting my dick worked over, holding back from coming until his lips grew tired. But suddenly those lips wandered and my speedo was tugged down my thighs. Suddenly that tongue was on my balls, then under my balls, then it was flicking at my hole while two muscled arms lifted my legs over Kevin's shoulders. I was surprised at the action as much as I was by the smooth and powerful way he got me in position. I was laid out for him, my ass in his face, my thick thighs wrapped in the controlling grip of his muscled arms. He could do to me whatever he wanted, and he was. His tongue gently tapped at my hole and it twitched reflexively. He tapped again. Same thing. He tapped about ten times before suddenly laying his flat, wet tongue up against my hole. I cooed. I cooed like a fucking baby when it hit. This was beyond sensuous massage; this was my most vulnerable spot being forcefully taken by his warm and powerful tongue. With Kevin it was easy to appreciate that the tongue was a muscle. He worked my hole deeply and firmly. At times he came in pointed and probing, at other times flat and caressing. After several minutes I felt his finger slip up alongside his tongue. First it simply helped spread my hole so his tongue could dive deeper, but soon it tapped and probed my hole itself. It slipped in to one knuckle, then two, then deep as it could go. I moaned. What the fuck else could I do? The finger came out and the tongue when back to work. A minute later, two fingers. The same tapping, then probing deeper and deeper. Once the two fingers where in to the hilt and began pumping them. The tender edges of my hole bore down tight on his knuckles. He put his mouth back over my dick and resumed slurping on my fat shaft. I closed my eyes. It surely wasn't a threesome, but Kevin was good at what he was doing. "Fuck me," I commanded as I tilted my head forward. We moved to shallower water so Kevin could stand in the water and hit my hole dead on with his dick. I laid back down on the deck and threw my legs even higher up this time. He wrapped his arms around my legs, his cannonball biceps around against my smooth thighs, and pulled my ass up to his crotch. I felt his cocktip tap at my inner thighs and then rest on top of my balls. With my legs in place he reached down for his shaft and put it in place. * * * * * You know it's good sex when you want to stop and take a picture. You feel like a director who just got the angles right on a shot and you want to make the most of it. You want to remember that, old and decrepit as you might get, with dentures and a sun-spotted bald head, at one point in your life you were fucking hot, and you got banged by another hot fucking guy. Or so I thought when I tilted my face forward and looked at Kevin. I looked past my pecs with their stiff nipples and across my rippling abs to Kevin's body, framed as it was between my two thick, smooth thighs. Sweat ran down between his pecs and put a perfect sheen on his bulging abs. My swollen, throbbing cock bounced off his abs with each thrust he made and his sweat mixed with my precum. I looked down to his arms, flexed as they held tight onto my legs. And I looked up into his face, which was in the throes and spasms of pure enjoyment. Sweat beaded on his brow, slightly wetting his hair, and completing the picture of the muscled Adonis who was taking me for his own. That was the picture; then there was the fucking. The lengths to which his fat shaft had challenged my oral abilities were nothing compared to the havoc his member was wreaking on my hole. It hurt like a motherfucker going in. He spit and spit and spit until he could penetrate my hole and then, once he got his full length in, I had him hold it there. It was agony of the best kind, but still fucking agony. He held it one, two minutes and then slowly pulled out to the tip before slowly sliding back in. It was a full ten minutes before I was comfortable with that massive dick. He was sliding slow but sure at that point and I began to realize the pain was gone. It was replaced with confidence that I could take such a cock and then, soon after, with an irresistible urge to be absolutely wrecked by that dick. "C'mon. Fuck me." "Yeah?" Kevin said. He had been watching my face all the while, looking for each grimace of pain. "Fuck me," I said with an edge in my voice. "You sure?" "Fuck. Me." I leaned forward, reached my hand behind his neck, and pulled his face down to mine. I threw my lips onto his and slipped my tongue deep as it would go down his throat. On pulling my lips from his I bit his lips, hard. Then, before laying back down on the deck, I slapped him quick and forcefully. He smiled. He started pumping faster and I immediately had second thoughts. But then I calmed my nerves and tried to relax every muscle in my body. It worked well enough. Soon all I was concentrating on was his thick fullness filling my insides. And it felt amazing. Sweat started to pour down Kevin's chest and as he slammed into my ass at the end of each thrust droplets of sweat sprayed across my body. I reached down and started jerking my cock. It was still rock hard. Kevin would pull his dick out to the tip each time and then plough balls deep into me. I felt his sweaty balls slap my ass with each thrust. He was moving faster and faster; his moans quickly became grunts. "Fuck I'm close," he said between grunts. "Yeah?" "So fucking close. Ass is so tight." "Cum in me," I said. With that his eyes flashed and he drilled me harder; pumping faster and slamming into me harder. He had to adjust his grip on my legs to keep from slamming me across the pool deck. I kept stroking away at my cock and knew I was close as well. Looking up at the image of that thrusting muscled boy I hardly needed to touch my cock at all. "Gonna cum. Gonna. Cum." Kevin shouted. "Cum!" "Fuck here it comes!" I took my hand from my dick and arched my back, driving my ass down onto his dick. He stopped pumping and his face contorted in ecstasy. As I watched his body twitch I felt my cock throb. Without warning jizz shot straight up, streaking across Kevin's pecs and spraying his face. "Fuck yes!" Kevin said as he wiped cum from his cheek over into his mouth. "Cum!" I shot four more volleys, two hitting his pecs and two spraying his abs. He reached down and tugged at my tender cock. My whole body shook at the grasp of his hand. He finally pulled his cock from his ass. Looking down to my hole he said, "Hot as fuck." I could feel him catch some of the jizz oozing from my ass with his fingers. I saw him touch his fingers to his tongue and taste his cum. The rest he pushed back into my hole with his fingers. Then he put his tip back to my hole and slowly reentered my hole. His cock felt absolutely soothing, covered as it was with warm cum. He pumped my hole gently as he bent forward to kiss me. "Good?" Kevin asked between kisses. "Perfect," I said with a smile. "Let's swim a bit." "OK." "Then you can fuck me." "You got it." He backed away from the edge of the pool and sunk down beneath the waters. I sat upright and lowered my body into the pool. The cool water refreshed my sweaty skin and tired muscles. It swirled around my aching cock and tender hole. I could have slept the rest of the day. Suddenly Kevin surfaced, smiled, and dove back under. As he dove his ass arced skyward, and for a moment those thick, full ass cheeks were the only beautiful part of his body above water. Tired? Yes. Done for the day? Absolutely not. * * * * * Thank you for reading! Feedback is always appreciated. Jamie diveboy90@yahoo.com