Inspired by another missed opportunity in my past. If you like the story support the Nifty archive. All rights are hereby donated to the archive. If you want to contact me drop a note to krchr@hotmail.com. I read that account occasionally and answer it rarely, but feedback is always appreciated.
Other stories by me:
2009: adult-friends/balcony
2008: beginnings/naked-on-film
2007: college/barefoot-in-the-stacks
2007: encounters/airport-feet
2002: young-friends/naked-boy (posted under a different name).
It was 2:00am and the homework was still piled on my desk. Not only was I exhausted but the heat made it hard to concentrate. The fan in the window didn't help much; the air outside was so hot and thick. I was wearing only my boxers and had the fan blowing directly on me but it still sucked. Too bad I couldn't afford a place with an air conditioner.
I couldn't see it out my window but I knew that just through the trees was the swimming pool of the neighboring apartment complex. Nice apartments over there. Three pools and a lot of trees. Not like the dive I lived in. I'd sneaked over there for a midnight swim a few times. It's not like one college student was all that different looking from another. Not so different after the expensive clothes had been removed anyway. Just thinking about it I could feel that cool water on my skin. I needed it and I was going.
I didn't have a swimsuit but I stripped off my boxers and put on a pair of thin, white exercise shorts, a t-shirt, and my sneakers without socks. I grabbed a towel and left through the back door. The trail was faint but familiar and I swiftly walked the fifty yards or so through the brush. As I got there I could see the glowing water through the trees. The pool light was on -- it was always on -- but the pool area itself was not well lit.
At the pool fence I stopped and listened. I didn't hear anything nearby, just the faint sounds of music from a party or two. Those would have been louder, I'm sure, but they all had their windows shut tight and the A/Cs blasting. I jumped the low fence and went over to a deck chair. Once there it was best to make it look like I belonged. I dropped the towel on the chair and pulled off my shoes and shirt and dropped my keys on the towel. I walked around to the shallow end and stepped down into the water. It was near bath temperature but I was so hot if felt good anyway. I walked straight down the steps and swam a few laps, more to enjoy the feel of the water than to get any exercise.
At the end of one of the laps I popped my head up to see a guy sitting on a chair two away from the one with my stuff on it. I was startled but remembered that I was supposed to be here legitimately. I tried to project confidence.
"Hi," I said.
"Hello." he replied, and nodded.
I went back to swimming. A few more laps and I came up for air and held on to the edge to catch my breath. The guy was still sitting there staring vacantly. I looked at him for a second. He seemed the typical off-campus frat type. Well-tanned, wearing a designer shirt and shorts, and fancy sneakers. He didn't have a towel with him which made me wonder what he was doing. I wondered if I was caught but he didn't seem too much interested in me.
I floated up on my back and started looking at the stars. I could feel the water evaporate off my exposed chest and this made my nipples get hard. Thinking of that and the feel of the water made my cock start to lengthen. I realized that wasn't such a good idea in the shorts I was wearing, where the outline of my cock would be clearly visible even soft.
I let myself sink back into the water and stood up. The guy was staring about where my cock had been I thought. I glanced at his shorts but they were baggy and it was impossible to see anything.
"Do you always swim in the middle of the night?" he said.
"Sometimes," I said. "It gives me a break from studying an keeps me alert."
"I've seen you down here before."
That seemed kind of an odd thing to say, but I let it go.
"I take it you didn't come down for a swim," I said.
"No." He paused for a long time. "Fight with my roommate. Just needed to get out for a while."
"Sorry to hear that."
"I'll go back in a bit. He's probably already left to spend the night at his girlfriend's. If she hasn't aleady found out he's cheating on her."
I didn't have anything to say so I just floated. I was thinking I should get out and leave but I'd have to take a circuitous path through the complex to hide the fact that I didn't live there. I didn't really want to. Still, I'd have to get back to homework pretty soon.
"I wish I'd brought my swimsuit down though," he said. "It's muggy out here."
"Swim in your boxers," I said. "Who's gonna care?" I did. I'd love to see him out of some clothes.
"Free-balling," he said.
I felt a little stir at the thought.
"Oh," I said.
"I'll stick my feet in though," he said. He stripped off his shoes and socks and walked to where I was hanging on to the edge of the pool. He sat down and swung his legs into the water.
It was now impossible to swim laps because I'd run into him. It was not that big a pool. So I went back to floating on my back and made sure not to think cock-lengthening thoughts. Part of me wanted to give a little show, but who the hell knew if he was into it or not.
When I popped my head back up this time he wasn't looking at me but seemed to be staring into the distance again. This was a little odd I thought. If he was just out here avoiding his roommate he could have just been dozing back in a chair or something. I risked a close look and noticed that he was evidentally telling the truth about free-balling. He'd pulled the legs of his shorts up so they wouldn't dip into the water, but they were still loose and I could see what looked like the head of his cock just peeking out. I wondered if he'd arranged it that way.
"You said you were up studying," he said. "What class?"
"Statics."
"That's next year for me," he said. "Is it hard?"
"Yes. Lot of homework too."
I really couldn't tell what kind of vibe I should be getting from this guy. I decided I needed a moment. "Gotta take a leak," I said. I dog-paddled to the opposite end of the pool from him and walked up the steps. The pool area had a little one-holer bathroom. I went in and locked the door. After a quick pee I stood in front of the mirror examining my reflection. There were bags under my eyes. These courses plus a full-time job was killing me. I decided to take an easier load the next semester. It might take me longer but I couldn't burn out. I'd also decided not to find out what was up with the dude at the pool. He might be cute but I didn't need the trouble. I decided to just dry off and leave.
When I got back to the pool I thought for a moment that he was gone. Then I realized he was swimming in the deep end near the chairs. I glanced at the chair and saw his shorts there. This was interesting.
"It's too damn hot out here," he said. "So I'm skinny dipping. Hope that doesn't freak you out."
"Nah," I said, trying to act cool. "Nothing to it."
This changed my mind though. I could see bare butt and pubes through the water and I was interested. In addition to the toll that studying was taking on my sleep I hadn't gotten laid in forever and I was too proud to go to the local cruising spot and be the college kid getting the blow job from some old dude. Ok, usually too proud. I walked back down the steps into the pool and kneeled down in the shallow end, leaving him to tread water in the deep end.
"Man, I'd forgotten how good this feels. I used to do this all the time growing up whenever my parents weren't home. You?"
"Didn't have a pool."
"Oh," he said. "You ever skinny dipped?"
"Nope. Never."
"Never? Holy shit man, you gotta try it."
"One of these days," I said.
"You know," he said swimming towards me, "I think you just have to take advantage of the situation."
I was staring into his eyes and I thought it was pretty clear what he wanted but I was uncertain. He kept moving toward me until he was only about a foot away and I was still just staring. He moved a little closer, then a little closer still. I could feel the little eddys of water from his movements swirling around me. We remained frozen for a moment and all I could hear was the slapping of the water and my breathing. Then I leaned toward him just a bit and our lips met. This kiss was gentle at first. I tasted the pool on his lips. Then he pressed his lips hard to mine. I put one hand out and touched the middle of his back, then pulled him toward me.
I could feel his hard cock pressing against my thigh, I reached down and stroked his hip and leg, quickly working inward to find what I wanted. I grabbed his cock and squeezed. It was very warm compared to the water around us. He was circumsized, nicely-sized, and his cock pointed up at a steep angle. We were both still kneeling in the shallow end making it awkward to move, but I pulled myself tightly to him, my hand still in between us and wrapped around his cock. I could feel my own erection pressed against him. I realized that he'd put his hand up the leg of my shorts and had clenched my butt.
He pulled his lips away from mine and grunted. I felt him pulse several times and the warm cum enter the space between us. I still held on to his erection and had my other hand on his back.
He looked kind of surprised and embarassed. "Sorry," he said. "I guess I was a little, over-excited."
"I liked it," I said. He pulled away from me and, after a moment, I started for the stairs. I figured this was a name-free quickie with a nominally straight college boy. And that I'd have to take care of myself at home. Wouldn't be my first. Not that I regretted it. Always love a chance to hold a cock.
"Wait," he said.
I stopped.
"Where do you live?" he asked. I must have looked a little scared. "It's ok, I know it's not here, I just ... what I really want to know is. Do you live alone?"
"Yes," I said.
"Can we go to your place?"
I smiled. This was a really bad idea. "Sure," I said.
I continued to the pool steps and got out of the pool. As I padded around to the deep-end where my stuff was, he climbed the ladder giving me a fantastic view of a glistening bare ass. It was gleaming white compared to his tanned legs and torso. He turned around to face me and I got to see a slim, naked guy with dark pubes and a softening erection. He on the other hand, got to see me pitching the proverbial tent. His eyes were fixed on it.
I offered him my towel. He used it to dry himself off and started getting dressed. I, after arranging myself as best I could, toweled off and put my shirt and shoes on. I put the towel loosely around my waist to hide my still hard cock. He smiled at me.
"Pete," he said. I laughed and gave him my name.
We went out the main gate -- I didn't want to make him hop the fence -- then I looked around to make sure no one was paying attention and led him around the side of the pool fence. We walked the trail, me trying to hurry but also to not lose him in the dark. But really wanting to hurry. When he got to the back of my apartment building I shrugged and said, "Here it is. It's not much." If he was disappointed he didn't show it.
I unlocked the back door and let us in. The apartment was hot and the fan was still buzzing. I had turned off most of the lights to keep it cool except for a small light in the kitchen area. It was a one room place. A small kitchen area with a two-burner stove and a small sink. A chair, a bed, and a desk. That was about it.
Pete stepped up close to me again and kissed me. He put his hand under my shirt pulled it up. I took it the rest of the way off. He ran his hands across my chest and down my sides. He knelt down and put his lips to my stomach and kissed it gently. Then he went a little lower and put his mouth over my cock, still in my exercise shorts. The shorts were doing little to contain me at this point. I felt myself let out a giant drop of precum and Pete moaned, sucking it through the fabric.
Pete grabbed both sides of my shorts and yanked them down over my erection. The cool air hit my wet skin almost at the same time that his mouth engulfed my now bare cock. My knees buckled and he had to grab me. He pushed me gently to the bed and I sat on the edge. Without taking his mouth off my cock Pete pulled my sneakers off and got my wet shorts over my feet and tossed them aside. I spread my legs so he could get in closer. This was no "nominally straight" guy like I thought. He was an expert cock-sucker. His tongue massaged the underside of my cock while his lips put pressure up and down the shaft. He took his mouth off of my cock and kissed the inside of my leg. My cock twitched and jumped in the air. Pete kissed up my leg, around my cock, and up my chest. Then he put his lips to mine again and kissed me deeply.
As I leaned forward to kiss him harder he pulled off and pushed me back onto the bed, legs still over the edge. I closed my eyes and felt nothing for a moment. I just lay there, my erection straight in the air and pulsing. I was so close.
Suddenly his mouth engulfed me again and it was too much. "I'm coming," I said shortly before torrents of cum erupted from me. I have no idea how many times I shot but it clear had been a while. I bucked my hips into the air but Pete's mouth stayed solidly fastened on. Once I'd relaxed, Pete let go and stood up. After a minute I sat up on my elbow and looked at him. He was grinning and using my pool towel to clean up. I dragged myself up to the head of the bed.
"Come here," I said to him.
He smiled and took a step toward me.
"Without your clothes," I said.
He smiled again and got quickly undressed. He has half-hard again. Pete lay down next to me on the bed as I rolled up on my side. I stroked his chest and legs. Then I stroked him hard again.
Never did get my statics homework done.