Drinking by the Pool

The weather allowed me my first chance to use the huge pool that had been one of the reasons I’d chosen this complex. I slipped into my too-tight speedos because I’d seen the new hot young man sunning himself just five minutes before when I came back from checking the mail. I hurried back down and made sure to walk in front of him. My thick, slightly over seven-inch dick had swollen as I thought about showing off for him. I wanted him to make a move for me, to show me that he was interested.

As I neared him, he reached for a cup with a straw, and while he moved the cup in his hand, I saw his eyes dart toward mine. In the next instant, he began to cough. He dropped the cup and sat up with his head bent forward. He coughed again.

I moved over to him and crouched down. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah,” he sputtered and coughed again.

I rubbed my hand up and down his back. “Take it easy.”

He seemed to catch his breath, but his voice sounded a little hoarse when he spoke. “No. I’m OK. Just a little dizzy.”

“Want me to walk you back to your place?” I wanted him to say yes and then invite me in.

“Can’t.” He was taking deep breaths but no longer coughing. “My brother’s in a work meeting, a zoom call.”

“Then back to my place. I’ll get you a cool glass of water.”

He agreed, and we went back to my apartment. I saw him glance down at my crotch several times. I got a bottle of water from the fridge and stood really close to him as I held it up. “A few sips of this will help.”

He stared into my eyes through his shaggy bangs. I could tell he was still in college.

“What else can I do for you?” I asked him as I dropped my hand down to the top of my swimsuit.

He swallowed hard, took a sip of water, and said, “Let me get a better look at what made me start choking.

I smiled and used my index finger to brush the hair from his eyes. I took the bottle from his hand and placed it on the counter before moving his hand over my bulge. “You mean this.”

He rubbed his hand over the area and barely audibly said, “Yeah.”

“Why don’t you kneel down and get a closer look?”

I saw him swallow again before lowering himself to his knees. I kicked off my sandals, and he pulled my suit down. I stepped out of the right leg hole. His hand gripped my stiff shaft; the head of my cock brushed against his nose. Without a word, he began to suck me. Tentatively at first and then with a little more vigor. I noticed that he would slide his lips about halfway down my dick before pulling back. I wanted all of me in his mouth.

Grabbing the hair at the back of his head, I guided him a little farther down. He didn’t resist until the head of my cock reached the entrance to his throat. “Come on, stud,” I urged. “Take the rest of it.”

I could tell he was trying to take me, but he gave up after a few seconds. He pulled all the way off. Spittle puddled on the floor from his chin. He took a deep breath and then went at it again. Each time, just as my dick was about to enter his throat and allow his nose to bury itself in my bush, he pulled back.

He sucked in air through his nose as his lips did their job on my hardness. He moved back down. This time, I made sure he was successful. I held his head and pushed myself into his throat. His eyes popped wide open as he realized he had all seven-plus inches inside him. With his airway blocked by the nice, full head of my dick, he pushed back. I began to face fuck him. More saliva dripped from him. His warm tight throat brought me close; I didn’t want to stop, and I didn’t. I shot a full load down his throat, and as I pulled back, I came again. He coughed and choked. Cum spurted from his nose and ran down his chin. He looked up at me with red, watery eyes.

“Dude, that was so awesome. Fuck, but that was awesome.”

The fact that he had enjoyed that brought me to a frenzy. I leaned forward and kissed him hard before pulling him up and turning him around. I knelt down and pulled his trunks to his knees. I spread his ass cheeks apart and licked his cunt. He squealed and I began to tongue his ass. He must have used some scented body wash to clean because I noted the aroma of a mild cologne. I reached forward and tugged at his dick with one hand as I pushed my fingers into his hole.

“Fuck me, Steve. Fuck me, please.”

I pushed his trunks down to the floor and pulled him over to the couch. I wrangled him onto his back and lifted one of his legs to my chest. My cock was raging hard, and I pressed it against his hole and pushed it.

“Fucking bastard,” he gasped.

“Shut the fuck up,” I demanded as I pushed farther into him.

“Oh, fuck, you’re too big. Fuck, man.”

I grabbed his shoulder with one hand and plunged my dick the rest of the way inside. His eyes bulged. I began to pump him and a smile came across his face. “Yeah, man. Like that. Fuck me; don’t stop.” He tried to grab my ass, but his hands were slick with spit and cum. Instead, he wrapped his fist around his own cock and began to pump it. We were a machine. I could tell I was getting close, and I slammed into him even harder.

He glared at me and nodded his head as I pushed with all my strength and filled his ass with my seed. I pushed my face forward and kissed him; he licked my chin as I pulled back. “You’re a hot babe. Now, who the fuck is Steve?”

He laughed a little. “Steve’s a guy from high school. I always wanted to suck his dick and have him fuck me. You’re my Steve now.” He laughed again. “Who’s the first guy you ever wanted to fuck?”

I thought for a second. “Roger Morton, my biology teacher. He was even hotter than you.”

“What a surprise, Steve! My name’s Roger. Can we take a shower and do this again?”