Christ, it was miserable outside! Not yet noon, but the humidity gave the air a swampy feel. It would soon be scorching.
My wife was out of town, traveling for work, and she made me promise to water her geraniums twice a day while she was gone. Out on the patio, I caught sight of my neighbors’ son heading toward their backyard pool. He was home from college for the summer, and though we always exchanged polite waves, I’d spoken to him only once. Now, I quickly recalled his name: Bryce. His parents had moved next door a few months ago. They seemed friendly enough, but they were gone a lot. I had to wonder if they were workaholics like my wife.
I did freelance work from my home office, so I was usually around the house during the day. I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of envy that Bryce had constant access to a pool. My wife and I had taken a swim in that same pool plenty of times at the invitation of our former neighbors.
As if he was receiving a broadcast of my thoughts, Bryce looked over in my direction. I was surprised when he started toward me.
“Hey, Garrett,” he greeted me with an easy smile. I was honestly surprised that he’d remembered my name from our previous conversation, brief as it was.
“Hey there, Bryce.” I set the watering can aside and shoved my hands into my shorts pockets. I figured he must want something; why else would he be coming over? At forty, I was acutely aware of the generation gap spanning between us, just as he must have been. “How are you?”
“Oh, can’t complain.” He stopped several feet away from me. Carrying a towel, he was barefoot and wore only a pair of shorts.
“Well, I can. It’s too damn hot.” Lifting the bottom of my T-shirt, I used it to wipe the sweat from my face. When I looked up again, I noticed Bryce’s gaze fixed on my bare torso. Our eyes met again, and his smile widened.
It was strange to be stared at so blatantly, but I realized I didn’t mind it. Maybe I was even a little flattered. Though my wife complained that I could eat whatever I wanted without gaining a pound, I did work out almost every day. It broke up the monotony of my job, and it also kept me from sitting at my desk for too long. I wasn’t jacked or anything, but I stayed in decent shape.
Was I only imagining that Bryce seemed to like what he saw? As for him, he had the sleek, flawless body of so many guys his age. His hair was a rich brown, like his mom’s, and his eyes were a dark green.
But it was his lips that most captured my attention. They were far more gorgeous than any woman’s, so full and with a perfect Cupid’s bow. Maybe that would have been a strange feature for a straight man to admire, but I wasn’t exactly straight. Long ago, I’d realized I was bisexual. By the time I was brave enough to admit it, if only to myself, I was already married, so it was too late to act on those desires.
I had a hunch that Bryce wasn’t straight, either. It was nothing obvious; hell, maybe it was just wishful thinking on my part. And even if my guess was right, I doubted he had any interest in me. My dark hair, while still full, was rapidly graying, as was the short beard I wore. My wife was constantly on me to shave it. She said it made me look older. It had become a stubborn point of contention between us, and when I’d recently tried to kiss her, she griped that my beard chafed her skin. Never mind that I’d had one for almost ten years.
Bryce’s voice drew me from my thoughts. “Why don’t you come over for a swim?”
I raised my eyebrows, unable to hide my surprise. “Oh, thanks for the invitation, but I need to work…”
“Come on.” His grin was nothing if not persuasive. “You can take a break for a quick dip in the pool.”
I hesitated for just a moment before replying, “What the hell? Today’s perfect for it. I’ll be over in just a few minutes.”
“Awesome!” Bryce’s gaze swept over my body again. “I’ll grab an extra towel for you.”
After I’d changed into swim trunks and flip-flops, I locked up the house and headed toward the neighbors’ backyard with my house key in hand. Bryce was waiting for me, and when I stepped through the gate of the privacy fence surrounding the pool, I noticed he was still wearing the same shorts from earlier. He’d placed the towels on nearby lounge chairs.
“Water’s great,” he told me. Before I could respond, he started unbuttoning his shorts. “Hey, you don’t mind if I swim naked, do you?”
His voice was so casual that I wondered if I’d misunderstood him. “Uh, no, not at all.”
Bryce looked up at me. His smile was knowing, leading me to believe he sensed my discomfort. “You’re welcome to ditch the swim trunks if you want.”
Fuck, he already had my cock stirring with that suggestion! “Nah, I think I’ll keep them on.”
“You sure?” He lifted an eyebrow, which made him look downright sly. “It feels so much better without them.”
I watched as he lowered his shorts with a flourish. It was like he was putting on a show for me. And of course, he was going commando. I got a glimpse of his naked body, including his flaccid cock, before I quickly averted my eyes. He had no pubic hair whatsoever, and just a smattering of chest hair. I felt like a bear in comparison.
“If you’re shy,” he went on, “I’ll turn my back. I promise not to look.”
“I’m not shy!” The words came out gruff, and I hated how embarrassed I sounded. How could this twenty-year-old consistently throw me off balance?
Bryce shrugged. “I’ll be a gentleman, anyway.” Turning his back to me, he strode toward the edge of the pool. My God, his ass was perfect! His lean frame accentuated that bubble butt even more. His cheeks begged to be squeezed and nibbled, to be parted and…
That line of thought made my dick stiffen, but I wasn’t about to let Bryce continue taunting me for being shy. Once I’d stepped out of my flip-flops, I yanked down the swim trunks and abandoned them as well. Approaching the pool, I already longed to feel the cool water on my skin. The pool was kidney-shaped and had a swim-up bench at the deep end.
As soon as Bryce dove into the water, I did the same. We surfaced at around the same time. “God, this feels great!” I moaned, sweeping wet strands of hair back from my face.
Bryce grinned from several feet away. “Being in the water or being naked?”
“Both!” We laughed at my obvious enthusiasm for skinny-dipping.
While treading water, he and I made easy conversation. He asked me about my job, and I inquired about his college studies. “Are you glad to be back home for the summer?” I kept my tone light, trying to conceal my lingering arousal.
Bryce grimaced at the question. “No offense, but this town is boring as hell for someone my age.”
I couldn’t help but chuckle. “No offense taken, but I’ll let you in on a secret: it’s pretty damn boring for someone my age, too.”
Maybe that offhand comment was enough to clue him in to the fact that I wasn’t exactly pleased at the way my life had turned out. Maybe I intended to make my frustration subtly clear.
If so, my plan worked, for he swam closer. “We should help each other out, Garrett. You know, liven things up a bit.”
Again, that stirring in my groin. Something about being naked in the water eroded the lines between right and wrong, and between permitted and forbidden. There was no mistaking the way Bryce’s voice had dropped, becoming more seductive with each word.
Still, I pretended to be oblivious. “What did you have in mind?”
“This.”
I gasped when he took hold of my dick beneath the water. His stare grew hot while he stroked me. “Feels like you have the exact same thing in mind. And damn, you are hung, aren’t you?”
My face grew hot at his praise. I didn’t swim away, didn’t tell him to stop. But I did glance around nervously. “We shouldn’t do this here.”
“Why not? No one will know.” His hand was gentle but persistent in coaxing me to full hardness. “The neighborhood’s quiet at this time during the workweek.” He was so close that I could feel the warmth of his breath on my damp skin. “Let me suck you off.”
“Fuck, Bryce!” He already had me worked up; my desire was like a physical presence right there in the pool with us. All I could think about was his sexy lips around my dick.
And Bryce knew it. When I didn’t refuse, he ducked beneath the water. I watched him, my breath held in anticipation.
Then I felt his fingers circle around my dick again. He didn’t hesitate to take the tip into his mouth, and the sensation drew a loud groan from my throat. Holy shit, were we really doing this?
Air bubbles rose to the surface while Bryce enthusiastically sucked my cock. I studied his figure, made wavy by the water. His head moved forward as he strove to take another inch, and then another.
Finally, he resurfaced to draw in a deep breath. I noticed the triumphant grin on his face. “Tell me you want more,” he demanded.
“I want more,” I immediately replied.
Down he went again. Clouds drifted over the sun, blotting out its light, but my shiver had nothing to do with the sudden gloom. No, I trembled because of Bryce’s incredibly skilled mouth. While fondling my balls, he worked to swallow my entire dick. I felt his throat tighten around me; the grip of his muscles had my knees buckling. He made a sound beneath the water, and I felt the corresponding vibration all around my shaft.
Several times, he came up for air and then returned to deepthroating my cock. I quickly discovered how much I loved fooling around in the pool. It intensified my arousal until all I wanted to do was fuck.
The next time Bryce surfaced, I grabbed hold of him. His chest rapidly rose and fell while he gasped for breath. Water droplets clung to his long eyelashes. His breathing hadn’t completely returned to normal when I gave him a kiss. It was hard and demanding, as if to punish him for seducing me.
Bryce eagerly returned the kiss. When his tongue caressed mine, I made a guttural sound. I couldn’t resist reaching between his thighs. He was just as hard as I was. We were about the same height, and it was easy for me to line up our cocks. Hungry whimpers escaped him while I stroked us both.
Breaking the kiss, I told him, “Go hold on to the side of the pool while floating on your stomach.”
His eyes widened a little. “Mmm, yes, Daddy!”
Beneath the water, my dick pulsed fiercely at his words. I was losing all control, and in its place was a desperation to be inside him. Once he was in the position I wanted, I spread his legs farther apart and moved between them. At this depth, I could easily stand in the water and lean forward. Placing my hands on his firm buttocks, I opened him up to reveal his gorgeous rosebud.
“Please,” Bryce whispered. His fingertips were white from gripping the concrete so hard.
“You want Daddy to rim you?” I asked in a husky voice.
“Oh my God, yes!”
I couldn’t resist squeezing his ass cheeks. “You know just how sexy you are, don’t you?”
“I love that you’re so hard for me!”
“Oh, I certainly am, baby.” The moment I licked Bryce’s puckered hole, he shuddered in the water. The sun returned, and I grew hotter from its heat as well as the experience of pleasuring Bryce in such an intimate way. His moans bordered on cries while my tongue swirled over his skin.
I reached to stroke his cock. It was average in size, and not all that thick. It thrilled me to jerk him off while eating his ass. This was filthy and wrong, and I fucking loved it. I got even more excited thinking about how Bryce’s dick would feel in my mouth.
He soon began writhing. “Fuck me! I’m dying to feel that big cock inside me!”
I pulled him to me for another kiss. It was like I couldn’t get enough of those lips on mine. “Ready to go inside?”
“Fuck me out here,” he insisted. I started to shake my head and tell him it was too risky, but his eager mouth silenced my words. “It’ll be fun,” he murmured against my lips. “No one’s around.”
“I don’t know…” The sun disappeared behind clouds again, as if making a halfhearted attempt at darkness for us.
Bryce expertly stroked my cock, chasing away all reason. “Wanna fuck me bare, Daddy?” His voice was a purr. My eyes widened, but before I could reply, he hurried on. “Just so you know, I’m careful. I was actually in a monogamous relationship with someone from last fall until just before I came home.”
“What happened?” I couldn’t resist asking.
Bryce shrugged, trying and failing to appear nonchalant. “He’s studying abroad next year, and he didn’t think it would be fair to either of us to try to stay exclusive while we’re apart.” A shadow of pain flickered over his face, and I realized Bryce had loved the guy. “I would have waited for him.” He regarded me with a crooked smile. “And I assume you don’t make a habit of fucking around?”
“What? No!” I said. “I’ve… I’ve never done this before.”
“I believe you,” he said, nodding slowly. “So we can skip the condom, if you want. Wouldn’t work great in the water, anyway. I brought out some silicone lube, though.”
Now, I was the one to raise an eyebrow. “You seem to have thought of everything. Have you done this before?”
“Twice,” Bryce confessed. “With my first boyfriend the summer before I left for college. He had a pool, and I quickly learned that wet does not equal slick. After I bought some decent lube, the second time was worlds better.” He slipped his arms around my neck. “What do you say, Daddy? Want to try it?”
“Yes.” My voice was raw with need.
Moments later, I stood on the wide steps leading into the pool’s shallow end. I felt incredibly exposed while naked and with my dick rock-hard. Bryce hadn’t been shy about asking me to lube up his ass, and he now took his time patting my cock dry with a towel. He seemed to get a kick out of my discomfort.
“Hurry up so we can get back in the water,” I urged.
“Sorry, it’s just that you’re so fucking gorgeous.” He gazed down at my dick in appreciation.
“So are you, baby.”
When Bryce met my eyes again, I found that he was beaming. He acted as though he didn’t get compliments like that all the time, and his delight made my words all the more meaningful.
While applying the lube to my dick, his intent to further arouse me was obvious. “So hard and veiny!” he murmured. Finally, he finished the task, but his hand lingered on my cock as he added, “I want you to sit on the swim-out bench so I can ride you.”
“Are you sure about this?” I forced myself to ask.
He slid his tongue over his bottom lip. “I’ve wanted to fuck you since we first met.”
Grabbing my hand, Bryce pulled me into the water with him. As soon as I was settled on the bench, he moved to straddle me. My head and chest were above the pool’s surface, making the bench a perfect place to fuck. I couldn’t keep my hands off Bryce while he placed a knee on either side of my thighs, spreading himself wide.
He didn’t hesitate to reach behind him. Grasping my cock, he guided the tip to his opening. I could feel him trembling with his own anticipation. Still, I figured he would take it slow.
But Bryce sank down upon me in what felt like a single fluid motion. He didn’t so much as flinch. Instead, he released a faint cry that might have been prompted by pleasure or pain.
“My God, you’re tight!” I said through clenched teeth. Though he didn’t feel as hot around me as he would have if we were fucking out of the water, I figured that was a good thing. I was already a little too excited. “Ah, that’s so nice, baby!” Studying his face, I asked, “You okay?”
He readily nodded even as he said, “I’ve never had a dick this big before. I love the way you’re stretching me!”
“Go easy,” I urged. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
Bryce remained still for several moments while impaled on my cock. Throwing his head back, he allowed his eyes to drift closed. I thought he was absolutely beautiful. I also thought of how wrong this was. I was fucking him in his parents’ pool, with stray beams of sunlight glinting on my wedding ring. But right now, he was giving me what I’d so desperately craved: excitement and unabated desire.
And an ass that was tighter than any pussy I’d ever fucked.
Placing his hands on my shoulders, Bryce began riding me. It took a little time for him to work with the water rather than against it, but he soon moved with a graceful rhythm. Our fucking was tender and sensual, and he often paused to kiss me and whisper filthy things in my ear.
I was glad he was on top and in charge, because I wouldn’t have trusted myself not to get carried away and fuck him hard otherwise. “You like Daddy’s cock?” I growled.
“Yes!” His fingertips dimpled my shoulders as he clung to me. “Fuck, you’re… ah, you’re hitting just the right spot!”
I reached between us to stroke his dick. The water gently sloshed with our movements, and I was thankful the lube seemed to be lasting. My feral grunts joined Bryce’s cries as he took me a little faster. Cupping his balls, I found they were already drawn up tight.
“You’re gonna make me come, Daddy!” He was panting, his upper body damp with chlorinated water and sweat.
I stroked him more fervently, pumping away at his erection. His features tightened as he approached climax; I felt him throbbing in my grasp. “That’s it, baby! Give it up for me!” I coaxed. “I want to feel you come hard on my cock!” My voice was strained from my effort to hold back. It felt like every cell in my body was primed for orgasm.
A sound close to a sob escaped Bryce’s lips. He bounced up and down on my dick as if wanting to escape the limitations of the water surrounding us. Then, he stiffened above me just before quaking violently. His eyes squeezed shut, and his jaw slackened. He released an unintelligible cry as his semen spurted forth. I watched, transfixed by the way it drifted lazily to the surface. Some washed up against me, getting caught in my chest hair.
“Look at the mess you’ve made,” I told Bryce with a grin.
He groaned while his orgasm subsided. “I’m a dirty boy,” he agreed. “And you’re about to get me even dirtier, aren’t you?” With his dick still fully hard, he resumed riding me. “I want you to come inside me!”
Thank God I had the water restraining me, because my hips tried to give a fierce thrust at Bryce’s words. His eyes locked with mine. Instead of appearing helpless, he looked utterly determined to make me climax.
“I’m so close!” I panted.
“Breed my hole, Daddy!”
That plea was all it took to send me over the edge. Letting out a helpless groan, I came just as fiercely as he had only moments before. That delicious tension seized me, and I surrendered to the bliss of it pulling me taut.
My grip on Bryce tightened beneath the water. He clearly felt the powerful contractions, and my cock pulsing deep in his ass, for he cried out, “Yes, oh my God, yes, give me all that cum!”
I wanted to shush him, but I couldn’t speak. His muscles were milking me dry! As the sun reappeared, dazzling us with its light, I reeled from such a total release.
Though I was still shuddering, I welcomed the kiss Bryce planted on my mouth. Even after I was spent, he kept me inside him. It took me a surprisingly long time to go soft. I figured when Bryce moved, some of my semen would join his in the water. As if reading my mind, he grinned and said, “I’ll clean the cum out of the pool later.”
I had to laugh. It was still hard to believe that we’d just fucked, and in his pool, no less. Stroking his cheek, I said, “You were right. This was a hell of a lot of fun.”
“Come over tomorrow, same time.” Though his gaze was tender, his voice was firm. There was no denying him.
Still, I asked quietly, “You really want me to?”
“Of course, Daddy.” Bryce flashed a smile that warmed me like the sun. “The summer’s just gotten a lot more interesting.”
I couldn’t deny that, either.
