My New Buddy

My boss invited me along with all of his employees to the company’s annual Fourth of July cookout and swim party. My girlfriend and I arrived at his house a little early. After formal introductions we changed into swim wear and then made our way to the pool where half dozen teenagers were splashing around playing Marco Polo. I knew Phillip, the boss’s son, from work, but didn’t know any of the others. Without testing the water temperature, holding hands, Darlene and I plunged into the water making huge cannonball splash.

Once in the pool I asked, “Hope we can join?” Everyone hollered yeah. “My name is Jack and this is Darlene,” I said pointing to my girlfriend.

“Your last name Off?” One of the boys shouted in typical pompous teenage manner while all the other teens laughed at the pretentious comment.

“No,” I said with a smile. “Jones. Glad to meet you all. I already know Phillip.”

The rest of the teens began their adolescent heckling and eyeballing us while introductions were made. So far an even mix of male and females, all appeared to be high school age. I knew Phillip to be a little younger than me going onto his sophomore year in school. I noticed more than one of the boys eying Darleen in her red, white and blue bathing suite that she filled out so nicely. I think she wore that patriotic bathing suite because she was aware her more than ample breast would draw attention of every boy in the pool.

Although I worked with Phillip that summer I really didn’t know much about him. I’d never given any thought to him, but for the first time, that day, I couldn’t keep my eyes off his body. This was the first time we’d interacted socially, and for some reason Phillip’s well-tanned slim athletic swimmer’s body grabbed my attention. His well-defined body tempted my hidden lustful desire. The young stud stood about six feet weighing about 145 to 150 pounds. His body more athletically developed than others in the pool.

I appeared to be the oldest of the group. After introductions concluded the game of Marco Polo resumed. The other boys continued to drool lusting after Darleen. I suspected a couple of the boy’s peckers were boned up. After more than an hour playing Phillip and I were the only two who remained in the pool.

Phillip turned to me and remarked, “Bitchin-ass chick, your girlfriend.”

“Yeah.”

“So how’re them titties?” Phillip asked.

“What do you think, I replied, “Nice.”

We continued casual titty and other sophomoric sexual chatter while splashing around in the pool. Phillip questioned me as to whether I’d tapped that fine looking ass or gotten a blow job. In typical teenage sexual conversation of the day I lied, saying that I was getting it all.

Hell, I didn’t want to admit to Phillip that I hadn’t scored with Darleen. She wouldn’t give up the pussy no matter how hard I tried, but in the weeks leading up to the party she’d been allowing me to cop a feel every once in a while with no rebuke. However, the past few days since school let out things were beginning to change better. We’d added a couple more lustful acts to our sexual repertoire.

The voluptuous blonde had begun allowing me to kiss her bare breast and suck on her perky nipples while making out. A couple days before the party we’d engage in a new practice: fully clothed frontal frottage. I don’t remember exactly how that all came about, but I’d been enjoying every minute of it, getting a nut while engaging the practice.

I enjoyed everything except the wet spot that showed-through my pants and the mess inside. As I said the act began into a heavy make out session fully clothed; however, the last time we performed, Darleen and I undressed down to our underwear to do the deed.

In my opinion I believe my girlfriend had been secretly masturbating thereby discovering the joy of her clit. Man I remember the day she decided to let me engage in what I like to call, almost intercourse: semi nude frottage session. I knew absolutely nothing about the clitoris. Hell, I didn’t know diddly-squat about the female anatomy, reproductive system, how to get a female off or what made them get off. My main interest as far as sex at seventeen: me getting a nut. I knew nothing about helping my partner get off.

How well I remember that day we engaged in almost intercourse. Darleen had taken a bubble bath, called me on the phone and told me to get over to her house. When I got there no adults were present. She told me her parents had gone upstate to visit family, so I let myself in and made my way to her room. Damn, there she lay in all her splendor on her bed wearing nothing but skimpy yellow underpants. She told me to get undressed except for my underwear. As soon as I saw her on the bed my cock turned hard as a steel rod before I could get undressed down to my Jockey shorts.

I jumped on Darleen’s bed taking her in my arms for a wet soulful kiss. My left hand went straight for her crotch while kissing. I discovered she was wet down there. I think maybe she’d been finger banging herself because not only was she wet she was hot as a firecracker. She broke our embrace and directed me to put my face in her crotch. She began directing me to sniff and nip at the small bump at the top of her pussy beneath the scanty fabric.

Let me tell you, I was in her crotch in a flash. She guided my head and mouth towards her swollen clit. Her panties were soaking wet, but I didn’t care all I wanted was pussy pussy pussy: pussy that I could sink my hard cock into. The more I worked on that bump the more it swelled and the louder her moans and groans as she gyrated around on the bed. Then she began bucking up into my face experiencing an orgasm. Her panties were awash with vaginal fluid.

After the climax she pulled me up to her face and we engaged in more soulful making out. She kept whispering, thank you, over and over. After about 15 minutes of making out she said that she wanted to do it again, so I got down on her and once again brought her to an explosive orgasm. Somewhere along the line I’d climaxed without ever touching myself: the most exciting day of my young teenage life.   

Finally, Phillip jarred me back to reality saying, “Let’s get out, dried off and get something to eat fore it’s all gone.”

“Cool,” I said moving cautiously towards the edge of the pool not wanting to expose my deflating hard on.

“Let’s wash the chlorine off and rinse our bathing suites out in the bathhouse,” Phillip said entering the small building at the far end of the pool.

In the bathhouse Phillip shed his trunks and stepped under the large shower head. “Come on get out of them trunks and get under the shower with me. I won’t bite that thing off…At least not yet,” he said with a chuckle.

I laughed and began pulling my trunks off before I stepped under the large circular shower head with Phillip. My cock still semi hard Phillip looked at my crotch with envy and said, “I wish my dad would get me circumcised like you.”

“How come?”

“When I get a hard on it hurts…Damn foreskin won’t pull back. Makes jackin off hard.”

“Really,” I replied. “That tight?”

At seventeen I knew nothing about circumcision other than only very few guys in my gym classes were uncircumcised. I was glad my parents made the decision to have me cut after I was born because a couple guys at school who’d undergone the procedure later in life told me it was not a pleasant experience. Me, I didn’t remember it.

“Yeah, doctor calls the condition phimosis,” Phillip said. “Hurts like hell when I try to jack off or pull the foreskin back over the head.”

I couldn’t help but look down at his penis that’d grown before I said, “Too bad cause it looks like you gotta pretty nice cock.”

“Yeah, I measured my dick the other day and it’s almost seven inches. You?”

“Got me beat by an inch.”

“From what I see you’re probably a little fatter than me,” Phillip replied.

As the casual conversation about our manhood continued our cocks began growing more. Suddenly, Phillip reached over taking my hard cock in his hand and began stroking it. “Bitchin dick man.”

“So, if it hurts how do you jack off or how do you satisfy yourself, you know get off?” I asked.

“Really like blow jobs best of all, but my blow job buddy moved just after school let out,” Phillip said. “Kinda hard findin another guy to do it with. Not somethin you come right out and ask another guy to do with you.”

I laughed and said, “Yeah, but you touched mine.”

“I had a feeling you wouldn’t mind or say anything. You have a jack off or blow job buddy?”

“Guess I’m a late bloomer never had a guy friend like that.”

“You wanna try it?”

“I mean…I don’t know.”

“Not right now, maybe later…Once we get rid of the girls,” Phillip said. “Let me know when you’re ready to get down with it.

We wrung our swim trunks out and put them back on before exiting the bathhouse. My mind was racing with thoughts of a secret sexual encounter with Phillip as we walked towards the serving buffet.