Date: Sun, 29 Dec 2002 07:29:07 -0800 From: Northern Light Subject: Shallow End Chapter 2 (An unplanned second chapter to what might become something more, depending on my inspiration and your encouragement. It's a follow-up to my first-ever Nifty effort, and I'm grateful for the overwhelming reaction to it. As before: any and all comment will be welcomed at northernlight1@hotmail.com) Shallow End Chapter 2 It took seemingly forever for my breath to find the bottom of my lungs as I stood shivery-legged in the shallow end of the public pool, holding Gord close. The sun was streaking low through the trees, the empty lifeguard chair now spilling a long shadow across the deck, and even in my post-orgasmic haze I knew we had to vacate the water. Together we slipped apart and tugged our suits -- his blood-red Speedo, my baggy navy trunks -- back up our thighs, over our butts and our spent cocks. "Hungry?" I asked him, starting a slow shuffle to the concrete stairs. "I make a mean omelette, and I live just around the corner. If you're not in a hurry..." "Yeah, I'd like that," he said, and I felt his hand squeezing my left buttock with wonderful intent. "We've got to do something about rinsing off this chlorine, right?" My mind was burning with what had just transpired: I had been swimming alone, often naked, for a good part of the summer, no one else willing to rise before dawn to work out. Then Gord had arrived, and for another couple of weeks we had had the pool to ourselves for our early-morning swims, chatting casually between lengths. Until today. I accepted his dare to skinny-dip, and the next thing I knew, I was feeling the liquid heat of his come on my abdomen... then I was watching him swallow my erection whole, and feeling him wolf down my orgasm after a most expert cocksucking. He told me, then, that he'd been scoping my naked workouts from behind the bushes for some time, from beyond the chain-link fence. So what now? Even as I toweled off on the deck, unable to fully dry my arousal-moistened skin, I couldn't take my eyes off him. He looked like a racehorse as he dipped and bent and twisted, his towel flicking over his sinewy, muscular body as he dried off. I knew I had to have more. I had never experienced this particular taste, the flavor he had so obviously just enjoyed, and now I needed it. Desperately. "Make yourself at home," I told him as we stepped inside my townhouse a half-hour later, the day's sticky heat already hanging in the air like a damp towel. "Thanks. I think I'll change," Gord said, rummaging in his knapsack. My courage was nearly keeping pace with my lust, and I swallowed hard. "We're alone here, Gord," I said. "Don't overdress on my account." He returned my grin. "You're right. It's going to be a scorcher today." He pulled his black workout shorts past his hips, and we both watched them fall to his ankles in a nylon ball. And then he shimmied out of his Speedo, his flaccid but fattening cock breathing free. "That's better," he said, echoing my very sentiments, chuckling. "A little looser out of the cool water, too." I watched him paw gently at his generous balls, which now hung low and loose. Indeed, he was beautifully hung, so perfect in proportion. I knew what I wanted to eat, and the omelette could wait. I pushed Gord firmly back against a kitchen counter, not as though he needed the direction, and eased down to my knees, my hands sliding up and down his legs from his shins to his hips. "I have never sucked a cock in my life," I nearly whispered up to him, his hands in my damp hair, his breath catching. "Tell me what you need." "Oh my God..." His first instruction, a moan, offered little help. So I studied him from an inch away, marvelling at his size and shape, and at the heat which radiated from his shaft as it steeled to the thoughts racing through his mind. A thick blue vein, looking like a meandering river on a relief map, ran from its base on one side and curled beneath, disappearing at the sharply cut ridge of skin at the protuberant head. His engorging cock twitched, involuntarily, as my breath slipped over him, and it nearly slapped me in the face as it bounced back down, almost parallel now to the tiled floor. He was growing almost by the instant, and I was entranced by what I was seeing. "You're... eager," I said up to Gord, whose head was falling back, all of his energies fueling this fantasy, every drop of blood in his body evidently rushing to his groin. "Who taught you to tease?" he groaned back. "Would you say no to a blowjob?" I answered almost coyly, very much enjoying the situation and his delicious discomfort. That he thrust out his hips, his cock grazing my lower lip, seemed a clear, affirmative reply. Of course, I was teasing myself more than I was Gord, and I would tolerate my own impatience no longer. My parched lips smacked audibly as I parted them, and I pushed out my tongue out to its full length, using it very gently as a cradle for Gord's shaft. He twitched again at the sensation, then settled onto my wet skin. I pulled back, dragging my tongue lightly along his base, guiding it up slowly to catch the thick bubble of fluid that was oozing from his cockhead. Then, with my saliva, I drooled it back onto the hot helmet of flesh that was turning from a deep crimson to an almost angry purple. "Hmm... salt or chlorine?" I wondered aloud of the foreign taste. Gord was on his toes in arousal, the same way I saw him just before he came in the pool. But this time it wouldn't be his hand wrapped around his turgid shaft when he reached his point of no return, it would be my hungry mouth. I felt faint at his magnificent taste, and craved more. There would be nothing delicate now. I needed as much of his thick, beautiful cock in my mouth as I could get, and I opened wide and enveloped maybe three-quarters of him, nearly gagging myself in my wanton greed. I reached beneath Gord and took hold of his balls, still loose and low, and let them bounce in my palm as I began to move toward him and away. It's a good thing I wasn't awaiting his instuctions; nothing from his lips was intelligible. His fingernails dug into my scalp as my pace quickened, as his cock pistoned smoothly into my mouth. I withdrew from time to time, with my fist stroking his length that was slick with my saliva and the precome that I was milking from him, then plunged back. I needed this oral loving to be as memorable for me as for him. I paid great attention to his head, swirling my tongue around it in tight circles before gobbling him deep once more. It was then I sensed a peculiar swelling an inch behind his cockhead, as though his shaft was being inflated. I knew the sign in myself. He groaned from his depths, shuddered, and then he exploded. I didn't know fully what to expect, but it surely wasn't the force with which his first spurt hit my tonsils and rushed down my throat. I pulled back, not expecting more after his generous orgasm in the pool, but he was hardly spent, pulsing fully twice more before he bucked and popped from my mouth, dripping the last remnants of his climax onto my chest. I felt his creaminess on my tongue, a bittersweet pool, and swirled it around in my mouth, savoring it like the finest wine, then dipped lower to again suck him again, tenderly, every nerve ending in his body on fire. If he had even one more drop to give, I wanted it. I held Gord like this for a long while, finally pushing myself to my feet and turning him around, hugging him from behind. I kissed him between his shoulderblades, licking the traces of his come onto his chlorinated skin. He was speechless, drained of all useful thought and deed, and then he felt my hardness, straining in my damp trunks, pressing up against his tight, perfect, naked ass. "Fuck breakfast," I whispered to him, moving back far enough to drop my trunks. "I've got a Jacuzzi out back. I suggest we sit out there for awhile. In fact... what would you say if I suggested you sit on me?" (to be continued)