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POOL REPAIRS
By Eddo
(Playguy Vol 5 No 6 - 1981).
Young Curt woke up early that Monday. He lay in bed trying to go back to
sleep and daydreaming. Thinking about his life and his future, and
occasionally stroking his cock, which he'd grown to assume would be hard
when he awoke.
It was the beginning of summer vacation, and while there was plenty he
could do to pass the time, he was restless. He wanted to do more than
visit friends in the neighborhood and hang out. He didn't want to do
anything he had done the summers before. That was all kid stuff, and
next fall he'd be a freshman in high school. In his mind, that made him
nearly an adult.
He continued to stroke his swollen young member as he critically glanced
around his room. He started wondering what he could do to get his mother
to refurnish his room. It really was time, he felt. The furniture was
selected when he was graduating from crib to bed and included a new
desk, which didn't really match the single bed, with its headboard
shaped like the cover of a Conestoga wagon. To enliven the detail and
enhance the masculinity of this design, the manufacturer had added
relief carvings of just such wagons to the board at the foot of the bed
and to one large drawer of the tall dresser. Curt felt all of these
reminders of early childhood were now an insult to his young manhood,
and wanted nothing more than to be free of them.
These juvenile furnishings had not prevented Curt from engaging in some
very adult pursuits in this room, however. And as he resumed exciting
his hot young cock, he drifted into daydreams about some of his sexual
exploits with his special friend, Ben.
Curt had only known Ben for a few weeks the previous summer when their
special friendship began. Several of the neighborhood kids were in the
woods at the end of their street, in an area where their clubhouse had
been many summers before. His pal Teddy had stolen a fresh pack of Kools
from his dad. Teddy was a well meaning but inept and hopelessly
overweight lad who would stop at nothing to gain the acceptance of his
peers.
Four of the youths were sitting on logs and milk cartons smoking
cigarettes and telling lies. Ben was new to the group, being a recent
arrival in the neighborhood. The conversation proceeded from Ben
teaching the others about French inhaling of cigarette smoke to Paul,
the junior varsity jock, bragging about French kissing and getting tit
from neighborhood girls.
Paul went on at such great length about how much he wanted to fuck the
one girl he'd gotten tit from that Curt, who was getting a hard on from
the conversation, started teasing Paul about not having a big enough
dick to fuck anybody.
That was all Paul needed to hear, and in seconds he was standing with
his jeans and B.V.D.'s around his knees, stroking a fair-size cock for a
kid his age, and taunting his comrades to measure up. Ben was next,
dropping his drawers to exhibit a cock about as long but not as thick as
Paul's. Curt stood up with a smirk, and as he teasingly unzipped his
fly, became aware of Ben looking into his eyes with more than an
adolescent challenge.
Curt felt a little extra excitement as he lowered his jeans, revealing
that he was wearing a bulging jock strap rather than the usual
underwear. Curt always preferred to wear a jock strap, because it made
him feel very masculine. He pulled the pouch of the jock to one side and
began sliding his thumb and two fingers along the length of his meat. It
was a throbbing hunk that would do credit to an adult.
Curt was proud of his oversized cock, but began to feel self conscious
about Ben's gaze, which moved dartingly from his beautiful hazel eyes to
his now fully engorged man-meat.
Paul provided necessary distraction just at that moment by teasingly
encouraging fat little Teddy to measure up. Teddy was completely flushed
by that time, and sweating right through his Banlon pullover. He gazed
around to the other three, trying to avoid looking down at their young
manhood. His face grew even redder as Paul told him if he didn't show
it, the other three would take off all his clothes and run away with
them.
Teddy panicked at this thought, knowing the three of them could easily
outrun him, and stumbled to his feet, lifting his pullover to the top of
his round, lily white blubber belly. He then haltingly undid the belt
that held his baggy new jeans up, revealing a pair of plain and too big
boxer shorts. As the others began to laugh and mock his shorts, he
opened the fly in them to reveal an infantile stub of a penis under his
flabby abdomen. The other three continued to tease him until Teddy
appeared to be on the verge of tears. He pulled his pants up quickly and
ran away from the three.
Paul pursued him down the path, and when Curt lifted his gaze from his
bright pink cock with its head swollen to capacity, he saw Ben once
again staring into his eyes. Ben stepped closer to Curt, continuing to
stroke his long thin shaft, hoping to grab hold of Curt's man-sized
tool. Before he was even within reach, Curt began spewing great wads of
thick white cream from the swollen red head of his cock. Ben stroked
faster as he saw the juice shooting out of his new friend, and in
seconds had shot a hefty load of his own.
Curt turned away from the stare of his partner, a little embarrassed at
having shot off his load in front of someone for the first time, and
confused about why Ben had been moving closer to him.
Ben began to back away, and as he zipped up his tight jeans, his gaze
remained fixed on Curt's organ, now gone partially soft. Curt began
pissing on the spot where they'd deposited enough semen to sire a race,
and commented on the fact that it was beginning to get dark, and that
they should maybe get back to the street.
On the walk home the two talked about how cruel Paul seemed to be, and
wondered out loud what had happened to him and Teddy. Curt asked Ben if
he would really have helped steal Teddy's clothes, and Ben said he
wouldn't. At that moment Curt looked at Ben's serious expression and
decided Ben was really a trustworthy companion and that they could
become very good friends.
As they passed the tacky split level where Teddy's family lived, they
waved to Paul and Teddy, who were helping Teddy's horribly obese mother
weed the sparse shrubs in the front yard. They both laughed quietly.
Curt had thoroughly excited himself with thoughts of this and the other
firsts of last summer. The first time he'd let Ben jerk him off, the
time that Ben had surprised him by sucking on his cock as he was getting
close to coming, the secrecy pacts they'd made. He continued thinking
about Ben leaning over that very bed and taking his cock in his mouth,
how Ben would furiously beat his own cock while doing so, and willingly
let Curt shoot his load into his mouth.
Curt rolled over onto his back, and spread his legs slightly, letting
his chunky balls roll back till they almost touched his asshole. He
tightened the muscles in his legs and buns and began gripping his thick
meat more firmly with his left hand, tickling his pubic hair with the
other. Before he knew it he had thick white jism oozing out of the tip
of his cock, all over his fist and down into his mat of curly brown
pubic hair.
He heard his mother coming in the front door as he stepped out of the
shower. He dried himself slowly, examining his body in the full length
mirror. He was impressed with his body, with how much more muscular he'd
become as a result of his swim team work all winter. He admired the
beginnings of chest hair in between his perfectly squared off, muscular
pecs. He was starting to get a hard on again as he dried his low hanging
balls, when his mother called out from downstairs.
She announced that it was eleven thirty, and asked if the gentleman of
leisure would like breakfast or lunch, with more than a note of sarcasm
in her voice.
As they had coffee and grapefruit in the kitchen, Curt's mother
announced that she'd be visiting a hospitalized neighbor later, and told
her son to stay home because the pool service was coming, and might need
something from inside the house. She admonished him to stay out of
trouble while she was out, kissed him on the forehead and was gone back
out the door.
After turning the stereo on, at nearly full volume, Curt lay on the
living room floor reading an old Esquire, with one hand down inside his
pants massaging the underside of the head of his cock. When he got up to
head for the kitchen to look for some snack food, he noticed the pool
man's van in the driveway.
From the kitchen, he could see that the pool man was just setting up his
gear. As he removed his tee shirt and proceeded with his duties in just
a pair of very short bleached out cut off blue-jeans, Curt couldn't help
but notice that the service man was especially well tanned for so early
in the season. He watched the man more closely, and began to admire the
young man's sun streaked hair and moustache, and the muscular build of
his body. The man's round thick shoulders and full biceps attracted
Curt's attention, as they flexed and relaxed while the man continued
with his labor, unaware of the stimulation he was providing.
Curt returned to his room and opened the drapes to get a better view of
the stranger. He began to feel very hot and dropped his jeans and kicked
them aside. In his haste earlier, he'd not put on any underwear, so he
had easy access to his ample meat, which was growing firm as he observed
the stranger. He looked down at his cock and held it lovingly. He began
to stroke it gently. When he looked back up, he saw the stranger looking
directly into his window and smiling.
He stepped back, embarrassed, not sure if the ledge was high enough, not
sure if the stranger had seen what he was doing, not sure why the man
smiled that way. He put on his jock and a pair of cut off shorts that
his mother had asked him to throw away repeatedly, claiming that they
were indecent. He added a denim shirt without buttoning it and went
outside.
He approached the stranger slowly, examining his bronzed muscular torso
and legs more carefully. Before he could think of a way to start a
conversation, the stranger greeted him with a friendly "How'r you
doin'?" and told Curt it would be another half hour or so before he
could use the pool. Curt was put at ease by the man's friendliness and
mimicking his father's hospitality, asked the man if he'd like a cold
drink or a beer. This made Curt feel terribly grown up. The man smiled
and, nodding, said he'd love a cold beer.
Curt returned with two, knowing his mother would kill him if she knew he
was carrying his grown up act so far. He was more than a little nervous
about the procedure and as he handed the cold can to the stranger it
slipped and bounced into the deep end of the water. He set down what was
to have been his can, took off his shirt and dove in after the can.
When he surfaced with the can, the stranger asked if he could make a
phone call. It seemed that Curt had caused the dust on the pool's bottom
to move enough to that the man would now have to wait for it all to
settle again before he could resume vacuuming. In addition he would have
to do the whole pool over again, since the dust would be scattered all
over the pool when the water stilled. He needed to advise his boss of
the extra time it would take.
Curt asked sheepishly if he'd have to tell the boss exactly what
happened, fearing word would get back to his parents. The stranger
smiled and said he'd have to make something up, since he wasn't supposed
to be drinking beer on the job anyway. Curt was pleased with their
secrecy pact.
Inside the house, the handsome stranger followed Curt all the way to his
room rather than use the kitchen phone, which was in plain view. But
then Curt hadn't asked him to use the phone in the kitchen. When the
dripping wet youngster realized the man was coming to his room, he began
to feel a twinge of excitement in his crotch.
The man seated himself at the desk in Curt's room, and while he talked,
he unconsciously rubbed one nipple of his brawny chest. Curt couldn't
take his eyes off the man's chest as he removed his wet shorts and now
almost full to capacity wet jock strap. As he slipped into his swim team
trunks he looked up at the man's eyes and realized they were fixed on
the horizontal bulge in his thin racing suit. He looked back down in
time to catch this sun bronzed Adonis taking his hand away from his own
crotch, to reveal a growth straining his button fly.
The stranger began to grin and maybe blush, it was hard to tell with
that deep tan he had. He hung up the phone and as he rose, the full
length of his thick manhood dropped out of one of the leg openings of
his own too short cutoffs. At the sight of it, and realizing that the
man had no underwear on, Curt's cock became fully engorged and created a
bigger bulge yet in his low rise trunks.
He was now almost shaking with excitement and taking short, shallow
breaths, he reached out for the man's heavy meat. As he touched it he
was only half aware that his hard, hot cock was shooting his trunks full
of the hot juice of life. The stranger stood still, a little surprised
at the youth's boldness, and grew fully erect as Curt expertly stroked
his fat cock with one hand, while working the button fly with the other.
The man was amazed as he noticed the growing wet spot on Curt's
swimsuit, and smiled more broadly than before as Curt looked up eagerly
into his eyes.
The youth released the man's huge tool as the man finished unbuttoning
his fly and let his cutoffs drop to the floor. Curt breathed deeply and
sighed as he looked at the first real man he'd ever had. The stranger
was beautiful in every detail. He had a masculine physique that Curt
hoped he would one day have. His cock, which Curt again took into his
hands, was bigger and thicker than his own, marked with veins that Curt
had never noticed in such detail on his own cock.
As he stroked the man's meat, the man leaned back against the desk and
sighed. His cock got hotter and hotter as the youth stroked it, becoming
more and more overwhelmed by it. He wanted to examine it more closely,
he wanted to study every vein, examine the long slit opening at the end
of the man's mushroom head.
Now a bit more relaxed, the youth unconsciously bent over to look more
closely at this full grown man tool. As he pulled the skin on it back
very tight, he saw one especially large vein, so swollen that it looked
like it ached. He wanted to soothe the ache, and began licking the side
of the man's member where it was. The man let out a passionate moan, and
Curt worked his tongue up to the mushroom head, licking and putting the
tip of his tongue into the large slit, still standing open as Curt
continued holding the skin tight at the base and fingering the light
brown hair at the root of the enormous thick shaft.
Curt, now on his knees, released the pressure and began caressing and
lightly pulling on the stranger's balls, stretching his already low
slung sack. Curt ran his tongue down the under-side of the man's
incredible rod, and licked the balls he'd now squeezed tight in their
loose container.
The stranger was now wild with excitement. He let out many short sighs
while Curt licked all over his balls and back up and down the shaft of
his tool. He began stroking Curt's dark wavy hair and just as Curt felt
ready to take a cock into his mouth for the first time, the bronzed hunk
lifted him gently to his feet and firmly kissed his open mouth as he
pulled Curt's hot sticky cock out of his tight swim trunks.
Curt thought he would melt in the man's solid arms as the stranger spit
into his hand and began stroking Curt's heavy endowment with the natural
lubricant he'd created. The youth quickly removed his trunks as the man
sat on the edge of the yet unmade bed, his balls dangling loosely
against the side of the box spring.
The hot young colt got back on his knees facing his mentor-lover and
firmly gripped his upright tool, licking his balls, taking one, then the
other, then both into his mouth.
The stranger let out a long low moan as Curt now took the massive adult
organ into his mouth, stretching his lips to get as much of the tool as
he could into his mouth. The brawny hunk laid back across the bed,
watching the young lips that were about to bring his mountain of flesh
to eruption. The stranger felt the muscles in his legs and low hanging
balls tighten, and sat up, lifting Curt's head from his crotch where it
was buried.
The hunk lifted Curt's lean muscular body onto the bed beside him.
Curt's legs stretched out from the side of the bed. The man kissed the
youth's thin tender lips, Curt nibbling on the man's lips, sucking his
tongue into his eager mouth.
The stranger rose to his knees on the bed, stroking and massaging the
lean musculature of the colt's back. He slowly moved from the bed to the
floor as he worked his thick fingers and thumbs into the relaxing
muscles, and gradually worked his hands down to Curt's firm white buns,
squeezing and rubbing them, and separating them.
The man dropped to his knees, examining the soft pinkness of Curt's
almost hairless asshole. He continued to pull Curt's buns apart, and
could feel them relaxing as he licked and inserted his tongue into the
rosebud opening. Curt let out a long "Ahhhhh" and the hunk could feel
Curt's virgin opening relaxing more, allowing him to insert more of his
long wet tongue.
The hot stud leaned back onto his heels and reached for a bottle of sun
tan lotion on the desk as he rose to his feet. Curt rolled onto his
back, his legs still hanging off the bed, his heavy balls pulling his
loose sack down to the bottom of the mattress, his cock extending up
past his navel. The anxious youngster sat up and as his full grown stud
opened the bottle of lotion, he reached for the man's hips and pulled
him close, taking the full length of the man's member deep into his
throat.
The stud pulled back, knowing he was near climax. He gently nudged Curt
into reclining again as he greased his huge man tool with the oily
lotion. Curt watched the man's every move in anxious amazement.
The man lifted Curt's knees and placed his ankles on his full, bronzed
shoulders, as he inserted the bulbous mushroom head of his rod into the
youngster's willing rear.
Curt's cock was swollen and looking as though it would burst. As the man
kissed and licked his tender toes, the youth avoided touching his own
tool, knowing the rivers of thick white cream that would explode from
his jumping cock.
The eager colt kept his hands near his own head, running his fingers
through his hair, gently pulling on it as his stud continued to lick
between his delicate hairless toes, and began pumping his thick root,
burying it in the youth's virgin asshole further with each stroke.
Both were moaning passionately when the man buried his great endowment
completely inside the youth. It was too much for Curt and his cock
exploded. He moaned loudly as wads of hot come shot up onto his shoulder
and chin.
The sight of the boy's rod shooting off without even being touched
brought the tanned beauty to new peaks of excitement. He began taking
longer strokes, watching the full length of his cock slide in and out of
the moaning lad. As Curt began throwing his head wildly from one side to
the other, the man began pumping faster, harder, and then with a gasp,
he buried his erupting thickness in the tight hole he'd deflowered.
Curt looked into the eyes of his stud, the man he'd been ready to jerk
off watching and fantasizing about. He saw the glisten of sweat on the
man's full thick pecs and the hairless, bronzed washboard stomach. He
could feel the pressure of the man's overwhelming endowment inside him.
The added pressure of the cock inside him swelling before climax and
shooting brought him to another gushing orgasm.
As Curt shot off, the stud lowered the youngster's legs one at a time
off his sweaty shoulders and wrapped them around his trim tight waist.
He then collapsed on top of his lean, loving partner, kissing all over
his face, licking the last of his young sperm from his face and
shoulders.
As the pool service man finished the duties he'd come to perform, Curt's
mother arrived back home. Curt came in from the pool and greeted her,
telling her, "Man, it's really been a drag hanging around here all day,
can I go out now? Just going to run up to Ben's and hang out till
dinner."
On his way out the door he waved to his new friend who was loading his
van. The man called out, "See you next Monday."
Curt raised his eyebrows, nodded, and grinned for the rest of the day.
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Thanks to original poster in Yahoo! gaymagazinefiction group!
Enjoy!
By Eddo
(Playguy Vol 5 No 6 - 1981).
Young Curt woke up early that Monday. He lay in bed trying to go back to
sleep and daydreaming. Thinking about his life and his future, and
occasionally stroking his cock, which he'd grown to assume would be hard
when he awoke.
It was the beginning of summer vacation, and while there was plenty he
could do to pass the time, he was restless. He wanted to do more than
visit friends in the neighborhood and hang out. He didn't want to do
anything he had done the summers before. That was all kid stuff, and
next fall he'd be a freshman in high school. In his mind, that made him
nearly an adult.
He continued to stroke his swollen young member as he critically glanced
around his room. He started wondering what he could do to get his mother
to refurnish his room. It really was time, he felt. The furniture was
selected when he was graduating from crib to bed and included a new
desk, which didn't really match the single bed, with its headboard
shaped like the cover of a Conestoga wagon. To enliven the detail and
enhance the masculinity of this design, the manufacturer had added
relief carvings of just such wagons to the board at the foot of the bed
and to one large drawer of the tall dresser. Curt felt all of these
reminders of early childhood were now an insult to his young manhood,
and wanted nothing more than to be free of them.
These juvenile furnishings had not prevented Curt from engaging in some
very adult pursuits in this room, however. And as he resumed exciting
his hot young cock, he drifted into daydreams about some of his sexual
exploits with his special friend, Ben.
Curt had only known Ben for a few weeks the previous summer when their
special friendship began. Several of the neighborhood kids were in the
woods at the end of their street, in an area where their clubhouse had
been many summers before. His pal Teddy had stolen a fresh pack of Kools
from his dad. Teddy was a well meaning but inept and hopelessly
overweight lad who would stop at nothing to gain the acceptance of his
peers.
Four of the youths were sitting on logs and milk cartons smoking
cigarettes and telling lies. Ben was new to the group, being a recent
arrival in the neighborhood. The conversation proceeded from Ben
teaching the others about French inhaling of cigarette smoke to Paul,
the junior varsity jock, bragging about French kissing and getting tit
from neighborhood girls.
Paul went on at such great length about how much he wanted to fuck the
one girl he'd gotten tit from that Curt, who was getting a hard on from
the conversation, started teasing Paul about not having a big enough
dick to fuck anybody.
That was all Paul needed to hear, and in seconds he was standing with
his jeans and B.V.D.'s around his knees, stroking a fair-size cock for a
kid his age, and taunting his comrades to measure up. Ben was next,
dropping his drawers to exhibit a cock about as long but not as thick as
Paul's. Curt stood up with a smirk, and as he teasingly unzipped his
fly, became aware of Ben looking into his eyes with more than an
adolescent challenge.
Curt felt a little extra excitement as he lowered his jeans, revealing
that he was wearing a bulging jock strap rather than the usual
underwear. Curt always preferred to wear a jock strap, because it made
him feel very masculine. He pulled the pouch of the jock to one side and
began sliding his thumb and two fingers along the length of his meat. It
was a throbbing hunk that would do credit to an adult.
Curt was proud of his oversized cock, but began to feel self conscious
about Ben's gaze, which moved dartingly from his beautiful hazel eyes to
his now fully engorged man-meat.
Paul provided necessary distraction just at that moment by teasingly
encouraging fat little Teddy to measure up. Teddy was completely flushed
by that time, and sweating right through his Banlon pullover. He gazed
around to the other three, trying to avoid looking down at their young
manhood. His face grew even redder as Paul told him if he didn't show
it, the other three would take off all his clothes and run away with
them.
Teddy panicked at this thought, knowing the three of them could easily
outrun him, and stumbled to his feet, lifting his pullover to the top of
his round, lily white blubber belly. He then haltingly undid the belt
that held his baggy new jeans up, revealing a pair of plain and too big
boxer shorts. As the others began to laugh and mock his shorts, he
opened the fly in them to reveal an infantile stub of a penis under his
flabby abdomen. The other three continued to tease him until Teddy
appeared to be on the verge of tears. He pulled his pants up quickly and
ran away from the three.
Paul pursued him down the path, and when Curt lifted his gaze from his
bright pink cock with its head swollen to capacity, he saw Ben once
again staring into his eyes. Ben stepped closer to Curt, continuing to
stroke his long thin shaft, hoping to grab hold of Curt's man-sized
tool. Before he was even within reach, Curt began spewing great wads of
thick white cream from the swollen red head of his cock. Ben stroked
faster as he saw the juice shooting out of his new friend, and in
seconds had shot a hefty load of his own.
Curt turned away from the stare of his partner, a little embarrassed at
having shot off his load in front of someone for the first time, and
confused about why Ben had been moving closer to him.
Ben began to back away, and as he zipped up his tight jeans, his gaze
remained fixed on Curt's organ, now gone partially soft. Curt began
pissing on the spot where they'd deposited enough semen to sire a race,
and commented on the fact that it was beginning to get dark, and that
they should maybe get back to the street.
On the walk home the two talked about how cruel Paul seemed to be, and
wondered out loud what had happened to him and Teddy. Curt asked Ben if
he would really have helped steal Teddy's clothes, and Ben said he
wouldn't. At that moment Curt looked at Ben's serious expression and
decided Ben was really a trustworthy companion and that they could
become very good friends.
As they passed the tacky split level where Teddy's family lived, they
waved to Paul and Teddy, who were helping Teddy's horribly obese mother
weed the sparse shrubs in the front yard. They both laughed quietly.
Curt had thoroughly excited himself with thoughts of this and the other
firsts of last summer. The first time he'd let Ben jerk him off, the
time that Ben had surprised him by sucking on his cock as he was getting
close to coming, the secrecy pacts they'd made. He continued thinking
about Ben leaning over that very bed and taking his cock in his mouth,
how Ben would furiously beat his own cock while doing so, and willingly
let Curt shoot his load into his mouth.
Curt rolled over onto his back, and spread his legs slightly, letting
his chunky balls roll back till they almost touched his asshole. He
tightened the muscles in his legs and buns and began gripping his thick
meat more firmly with his left hand, tickling his pubic hair with the
other. Before he knew it he had thick white jism oozing out of the tip
of his cock, all over his fist and down into his mat of curly brown
pubic hair.
He heard his mother coming in the front door as he stepped out of the
shower. He dried himself slowly, examining his body in the full length
mirror. He was impressed with his body, with how much more muscular he'd
become as a result of his swim team work all winter. He admired the
beginnings of chest hair in between his perfectly squared off, muscular
pecs. He was starting to get a hard on again as he dried his low hanging
balls, when his mother called out from downstairs.
She announced that it was eleven thirty, and asked if the gentleman of
leisure would like breakfast or lunch, with more than a note of sarcasm
in her voice.
As they had coffee and grapefruit in the kitchen, Curt's mother
announced that she'd be visiting a hospitalized neighbor later, and told
her son to stay home because the pool service was coming, and might need
something from inside the house. She admonished him to stay out of
trouble while she was out, kissed him on the forehead and was gone back
out the door.
After turning the stereo on, at nearly full volume, Curt lay on the
living room floor reading an old Esquire, with one hand down inside his
pants massaging the underside of the head of his cock. When he got up to
head for the kitchen to look for some snack food, he noticed the pool
man's van in the driveway.
From the kitchen, he could see that the pool man was just setting up his
gear. As he removed his tee shirt and proceeded with his duties in just
a pair of very short bleached out cut off blue-jeans, Curt couldn't help
but notice that the service man was especially well tanned for so early
in the season. He watched the man more closely, and began to admire the
young man's sun streaked hair and moustache, and the muscular build of
his body. The man's round thick shoulders and full biceps attracted
Curt's attention, as they flexed and relaxed while the man continued
with his labor, unaware of the stimulation he was providing.
Curt returned to his room and opened the drapes to get a better view of
the stranger. He began to feel very hot and dropped his jeans and kicked
them aside. In his haste earlier, he'd not put on any underwear, so he
had easy access to his ample meat, which was growing firm as he observed
the stranger. He looked down at his cock and held it lovingly. He began
to stroke it gently. When he looked back up, he saw the stranger looking
directly into his window and smiling.
He stepped back, embarrassed, not sure if the ledge was high enough, not
sure if the stranger had seen what he was doing, not sure why the man
smiled that way. He put on his jock and a pair of cut off shorts that
his mother had asked him to throw away repeatedly, claiming that they
were indecent. He added a denim shirt without buttoning it and went
outside.
He approached the stranger slowly, examining his bronzed muscular torso
and legs more carefully. Before he could think of a way to start a
conversation, the stranger greeted him with a friendly "How'r you
doin'?" and told Curt it would be another half hour or so before he
could use the pool. Curt was put at ease by the man's friendliness and
mimicking his father's hospitality, asked the man if he'd like a cold
drink or a beer. This made Curt feel terribly grown up. The man smiled
and, nodding, said he'd love a cold beer.
Curt returned with two, knowing his mother would kill him if she knew he
was carrying his grown up act so far. He was more than a little nervous
about the procedure and as he handed the cold can to the stranger it
slipped and bounced into the deep end of the water. He set down what was
to have been his can, took off his shirt and dove in after the can.
When he surfaced with the can, the stranger asked if he could make a
phone call. It seemed that Curt had caused the dust on the pool's bottom
to move enough to that the man would now have to wait for it all to
settle again before he could resume vacuuming. In addition he would have
to do the whole pool over again, since the dust would be scattered all
over the pool when the water stilled. He needed to advise his boss of
the extra time it would take.
Curt asked sheepishly if he'd have to tell the boss exactly what
happened, fearing word would get back to his parents. The stranger
smiled and said he'd have to make something up, since he wasn't supposed
to be drinking beer on the job anyway. Curt was pleased with their
secrecy pact.
Inside the house, the handsome stranger followed Curt all the way to his
room rather than use the kitchen phone, which was in plain view. But
then Curt hadn't asked him to use the phone in the kitchen. When the
dripping wet youngster realized the man was coming to his room, he began
to feel a twinge of excitement in his crotch.
The man seated himself at the desk in Curt's room, and while he talked,
he unconsciously rubbed one nipple of his brawny chest. Curt couldn't
take his eyes off the man's chest as he removed his wet shorts and now
almost full to capacity wet jock strap. As he slipped into his swim team
trunks he looked up at the man's eyes and realized they were fixed on
the horizontal bulge in his thin racing suit. He looked back down in
time to catch this sun bronzed Adonis taking his hand away from his own
crotch, to reveal a growth straining his button fly.
The stranger began to grin and maybe blush, it was hard to tell with
that deep tan he had. He hung up the phone and as he rose, the full
length of his thick manhood dropped out of one of the leg openings of
his own too short cutoffs. At the sight of it, and realizing that the
man had no underwear on, Curt's cock became fully engorged and created a
bigger bulge yet in his low rise trunks.
He was now almost shaking with excitement and taking short, shallow
breaths, he reached out for the man's heavy meat. As he touched it he
was only half aware that his hard, hot cock was shooting his trunks full
of the hot juice of life. The stranger stood still, a little surprised
at the youth's boldness, and grew fully erect as Curt expertly stroked
his fat cock with one hand, while working the button fly with the other.
The man was amazed as he noticed the growing wet spot on Curt's
swimsuit, and smiled more broadly than before as Curt looked up eagerly
into his eyes.
The youth released the man's huge tool as the man finished unbuttoning
his fly and let his cutoffs drop to the floor. Curt breathed deeply and
sighed as he looked at the first real man he'd ever had. The stranger
was beautiful in every detail. He had a masculine physique that Curt
hoped he would one day have. His cock, which Curt again took into his
hands, was bigger and thicker than his own, marked with veins that Curt
had never noticed in such detail on his own cock.
As he stroked the man's meat, the man leaned back against the desk and
sighed. His cock got hotter and hotter as the youth stroked it, becoming
more and more overwhelmed by it. He wanted to examine it more closely,
he wanted to study every vein, examine the long slit opening at the end
of the man's mushroom head.
Now a bit more relaxed, the youth unconsciously bent over to look more
closely at this full grown man tool. As he pulled the skin on it back
very tight, he saw one especially large vein, so swollen that it looked
like it ached. He wanted to soothe the ache, and began licking the side
of the man's member where it was. The man let out a passionate moan, and
Curt worked his tongue up to the mushroom head, licking and putting the
tip of his tongue into the large slit, still standing open as Curt
continued holding the skin tight at the base and fingering the light
brown hair at the root of the enormous thick shaft.
Curt, now on his knees, released the pressure and began caressing and
lightly pulling on the stranger's balls, stretching his already low
slung sack. Curt ran his tongue down the under-side of the man's
incredible rod, and licked the balls he'd now squeezed tight in their
loose container.
The stranger was now wild with excitement. He let out many short sighs
while Curt licked all over his balls and back up and down the shaft of
his tool. He began stroking Curt's dark wavy hair and just as Curt felt
ready to take a cock into his mouth for the first time, the bronzed hunk
lifted him gently to his feet and firmly kissed his open mouth as he
pulled Curt's hot sticky cock out of his tight swim trunks.
Curt thought he would melt in the man's solid arms as the stranger spit
into his hand and began stroking Curt's heavy endowment with the natural
lubricant he'd created. The youth quickly removed his trunks as the man
sat on the edge of the yet unmade bed, his balls dangling loosely
against the side of the box spring.
The hot young colt got back on his knees facing his mentor-lover and
firmly gripped his upright tool, licking his balls, taking one, then the
other, then both into his mouth.
The stranger let out a long low moan as Curt now took the massive adult
organ into his mouth, stretching his lips to get as much of the tool as
he could into his mouth. The brawny hunk laid back across the bed,
watching the young lips that were about to bring his mountain of flesh
to eruption. The stranger felt the muscles in his legs and low hanging
balls tighten, and sat up, lifting Curt's head from his crotch where it
was buried.
The hunk lifted Curt's lean muscular body onto the bed beside him.
Curt's legs stretched out from the side of the bed. The man kissed the
youth's thin tender lips, Curt nibbling on the man's lips, sucking his
tongue into his eager mouth.
The stranger rose to his knees on the bed, stroking and massaging the
lean musculature of the colt's back. He slowly moved from the bed to the
floor as he worked his thick fingers and thumbs into the relaxing
muscles, and gradually worked his hands down to Curt's firm white buns,
squeezing and rubbing them, and separating them.
The man dropped to his knees, examining the soft pinkness of Curt's
almost hairless asshole. He continued to pull Curt's buns apart, and
could feel them relaxing as he licked and inserted his tongue into the
rosebud opening. Curt let out a long "Ahhhhh" and the hunk could feel
Curt's virgin opening relaxing more, allowing him to insert more of his
long wet tongue.
The hot stud leaned back onto his heels and reached for a bottle of sun
tan lotion on the desk as he rose to his feet. Curt rolled onto his
back, his legs still hanging off the bed, his heavy balls pulling his
loose sack down to the bottom of the mattress, his cock extending up
past his navel. The anxious youngster sat up and as his full grown stud
opened the bottle of lotion, he reached for the man's hips and pulled
him close, taking the full length of the man's member deep into his
throat.
The stud pulled back, knowing he was near climax. He gently nudged Curt
into reclining again as he greased his huge man tool with the oily
lotion. Curt watched the man's every move in anxious amazement.
The man lifted Curt's knees and placed his ankles on his full, bronzed
shoulders, as he inserted the bulbous mushroom head of his rod into the
youngster's willing rear.
Curt's cock was swollen and looking as though it would burst. As the man
kissed and licked his tender toes, the youth avoided touching his own
tool, knowing the rivers of thick white cream that would explode from
his jumping cock.
The eager colt kept his hands near his own head, running his fingers
through his hair, gently pulling on it as his stud continued to lick
between his delicate hairless toes, and began pumping his thick root,
burying it in the youth's virgin asshole further with each stroke.
Both were moaning passionately when the man buried his great endowment
completely inside the youth. It was too much for Curt and his cock
exploded. He moaned loudly as wads of hot come shot up onto his shoulder
and chin.
The sight of the boy's rod shooting off without even being touched
brought the tanned beauty to new peaks of excitement. He began taking
longer strokes, watching the full length of his cock slide in and out of
the moaning lad. As Curt began throwing his head wildly from one side to
the other, the man began pumping faster, harder, and then with a gasp,
he buried his erupting thickness in the tight hole he'd deflowered.
Curt looked into the eyes of his stud, the man he'd been ready to jerk
off watching and fantasizing about. He saw the glisten of sweat on the
man's full thick pecs and the hairless, bronzed washboard stomach. He
could feel the pressure of the man's overwhelming endowment inside him.
The added pressure of the cock inside him swelling before climax and
shooting brought him to another gushing orgasm.
As Curt shot off, the stud lowered the youngster's legs one at a time
off his sweaty shoulders and wrapped them around his trim tight waist.
He then collapsed on top of his lean, loving partner, kissing all over
his face, licking the last of his young sperm from his face and
shoulders.
As the pool service man finished the duties he'd come to perform, Curt's
mother arrived back home. Curt came in from the pool and greeted her,
telling her, "Man, it's really been a drag hanging around here all day,
can I go out now? Just going to run up to Ben's and hang out till
dinner."
On his way out the door he waved to his new friend who was loading his
van. The man called out, "See you next Monday."
Curt raised his eyebrows, nodded, and grinned for the rest of the day.
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