When I was about 17 I moved to Denver, my dad had us move here, due to his job. He worked for a medical research company, and frequently had us relocated all across the country. I didn't really know anyone except a few cousins that I really didn't like, mostly cause they were boring, not really into anything, or anything exciting. I am the middle child, so my older bro stayed in Toronto with our grandmother, he had a good job there, and my sister and I were shipped off with our parents. I guess I was afraid of making friends, I mean I am not a loser but I am shy, so it takes time to make friends. I'll start by telling you about me, I am 19 now, blonde hair, blue eyes, 6' average build, quite solid.
I remember the first day in our new house, everything was pretty much set up as my parents moved down earlier to set things up, my room was a mess, boxes still in the corner. I decided to leave it all till later and take a swim in the pool. I stripped off my clothes and jumped in the pool, that's when I met Joe. My little sister and I were horsing around when her ball went over the bushes, into the neighbor's yard. I was climbing over the fence in my shorts when Joe came up behind me with the ball under his arm saying "Going somewhere dude?"
I lost my grip and fell backwards into him, knocking him to the ground, embarrassed I pulled myself up, and turned to help him up, yet I just stood there staring at him. This kid was good looking, he had curly brown hair, deep blue eyes, 5' 11" swimmers build, wearing preppie clothes.
He awoke me from my spell, "Hey dude, you going to help me up or just stand there? You okay guy?" I shook my head, "Sorry, just caught me by surprise." I managed to mumble out. I offered my hand and pulled him to his feet, "Hi I am Derek, I guess your new neighbor," I smiled. "Joe, glad to have ya, welcome to the area, I'm glad to see someone getting use of this pool, pretty dead couple here before you guys moved in, but I see things are looking up," He said with a sly grin. What did that mean I thought? I stood there smiling, thinking of something to say, something, anything, yet we were interrupted by my little sister, "Can I have my ball back," she said staring at Joe. "Sure things kid," he said handing her the ball, still looking at me.
"Listen, Joe if you ever want you can come by anytime and use the pool" I said hoping he would use more than just the pool.
"Thanks, I think I will take you up on that offer." He said as he was heading out of the yard.
Excited I jumped into the pool I wanted to hide my growing excitement from anyone who was to venture into the backyard. That night I laid awake thinking about him, what did he look like under those baggy clothes? What did he mean by I see things are beginning to look up? I tossed and turned, as I couldn't get him out of my mind, the way his lips moved when he spoke. The way they curled, god I wanted him so bad, and I wanted to take him right there. Yet it seemed impossible. I mean, how would I get his attention? Where could I get him alone? I decided I wasn't going to get any sleep, and the room seemed hot, so I decided a quick relaxing swim would do the trick. I stripped down to my bathing suit and hopped into the pool, god it felt good, my muscles eased by the cool water, I just laid there swimming around, while the moon shined down on me, the world was at peace. Just as I rested my head on the side of the pool, I heard movement on the deck, I looked up and there standing was the boy of my dreams. "Hi" was all I could muster up. "Hey, saw you out here and thought what a perfect time for a swim? Mind if I join you?" He said already peeling his top off.
"Um, no not at all," I said while trying not to make it look obvious that I was staring. I swam to the other side, splashing around, when he dove in wearing his shorts.
"Thanks, feels great in here. Was trying to get my dad to get us a pool, but no deal. You had a pool out of your life? You look like you'd make a great addition to our swim team this year." He smiled.
"Thanks, but I don't think I will be joining any teams, we are always moving around, who knows how long we are going to be here this time." I said frowning, knowing I wanted to be as close as possible to Joe.
"Well then we are going to have to make sure you have a reason to stay." He said with a wicked grin, then splashing me with some water. We continued to horse around, then just laid back talking about sports, where we've been, and the swim team to which he belonged. I wanted to touch him so bad, when we splashed around I was sure I felt his cock brush against my leg through his shorts, but I wasn't sure. Then out of the blue he turned to me and asked me if I had a girlfriend, unsure of how to reply, I said "My parents don't allow us to date until we are 18, so it's been kinda nil on the dating scene, and you?" My heart began to beat faster, every second seemed to take as long as possible.
"Me? Nah. none of the girls here do it for me, they are just missing something I guess."
I thought my heart was going to explode, and as I was ready to make a move, he slid out of the pool and said something about going home, was thirsty or something. I told him to stay for a bit, talk, "We got lots of soda in the fridge go in and grab me one." With that he needed no further encouragement, he slipped inside, grabbed some coke and headed back out, just as he was closing the door, I yelled as loud I could without waking anyone up, for him not to shut the door, or I would be locked out. "Click" the lock shut and I was locked out for the night.
"Fuck" was all I could muster by that point. He stopped and looked at me, "what's wrong guy?"
"Well you just locked me out of the house."
"Sorry man, we'll I guess since it was my fault, you'll have to crash at my place," he said with a smirk. "And I am heading up now so you better pack up and follow me."
I grabbed my towel, top, and caught up with him by the door. He led me inside his house, by the side door, and quickly rushed downstairs, where I would find his room. We grabbed some warm towels from the laundry room, I sat on his bed, looking around while he went and showered. He was all jock. The appearance of his room reflected that, of trophies, football jerseys' and various sports equipment laying around. His room has this pleasant smell to it though, I can still smell it, it was of Lauders "Pleasures for Men." It drove me crazy...I wanted him that I knew for sure, but what "team" did he play for? Just as I was laying on his bed taking in his scent, he walked in.
"Hey sport, off the bed, you smell of chlorine, go wash up and I'll give ya something to wear." I headed to the washroom, which was just outside his room, he had it all I thought to myself. His own private shower, this must be the place where he beat off, damn I was getting hard just thinking about it. I turned the water on and slipped in, hoping the temperature would soften my already hard cock, but it didn't. After washing up, and not being able to get his scent out of my head, I grabbed some soap, and played with my cock, till I shot off, fuck it felt good, my balls were aching, waiting to unload. I thought this would help me keep control while I slept next to him, but later I would find out, wouldn't do me any good.
When I returned, he was wearing a pair of flimsy boxer shorts, his hair still a bit wet, and tossing some clothes into the hamper. I stood there, my heart pounding, he threw some shorts at me. I slipped them on hoping they wouldn't be too small showing my already growing member, yet they were too big, I had to hold them up just so I wouldn't lose them. He smiled at me, god I though I would cum right there, those cute little dimples, god I wanted him. I held the towel in front of me, walking to the other side of the bed, I got under the covers waiting for him to join me.
Once we were settled in, I turned to my side to hide my excitement, thinking of anything but him, his lean bod next to mine, just inches away, the heat warming my back, his breath rolling past my neck. I laid there for hours, wondering if he would make a move, or if I would be strong enough to make one, but nothing, after waiting what seemed to be endlessly, I awoke with his strong arm around me, he was still a good two or three inches from me, but ever so slowly I backed into him, resting his hot chest against my back. My shorts by this time and moved lowered exposing the top portion of my smooth ass. I heard him sigh, "Shit was he awake? Was he going to pound my ass for being a faggot?" My mind raced, and out of fear I began to move my body away from him, yet as I began to move I heard him whisper, "where ya going?" I froze, "um nowhere, just...I just thought..." "Just thought what? Stay close, it's warmer that way" with that he reached around me and pulled by back into him from my pelvis.
We laid there, motionless, until I heard his sweet voice "You smell good, your skins so smooth man, you lotion at all?" "No, au natural I guess" laughing to myself. "Fuck, well man you gotta take care of this stuff in the sun" as he said that I felt his hand on my ass...rolling his fingers back and forth, my ass muscles tightened. "You like that?" he said his voice now stronger and deeper. Shock had taken me over, and I couldn't think of anything to say. He grabbed me tighter, reaching his hand into my shorts, never actually touching my cock, but lifting my leg and squeezing in tighter, "I said you like that?" "I...I've never you know" was all I could get out. "Shit man, you are a virgin queer boy? Well we'll have to take care of that...." With that said he pulled down my shorts and let his hands roam by body exploring every muscle, every weak spot. He carried on with his tongue, I thought I was going to cum then. He threw back the covers and said "time to have some fun," then straddling my chest while rubbing his cock, which was fighting the last of the elastic left to his boxers. "Wanna touch it?" he said smiling.
I hardly need an invitation, I ripped his boxers off, and with both hands explored every inch of that pole. Rubbing all that pre cum in it, making him feel good and I knew how to myself. I wanted to taste it though, I wanted it all to myself. And he knew it, he kept teasing me, bringing it slowly to my face then back up, while jacking my cock slowly, man my balls were aching. Finally I flipped on his back and licked and sucked my way down to his cock, fuck would it fit? Who cares I was hungry enough. I licked and sucked on that baby like no tomorrow, I had him shaking so badly, bringing him to climax several times then stopping, smiling wickedly. Fuck I loved this, and this is what I have been waiting for all my life.
Then it was my turn, god he was experienced. He licked and nibbled on my cock, taking it all the way down this throat and bringing me new heights I never achieved while jacking that monster. He continued on to lick and suck on my balls, making his way down to my ass, which he had been probing with his fingers. I could feel my ass begging for something, begging to be fucked. He could tell too, by the way my body reacted. Licking and sucking on my virgin asshole, I begged him to fuck me. He grabbed a condom and some lubed and propped my ass up, working it real good, getting it ready. I sucked his cock some more before he finally slipped the condom onto his massive tool and inch by inch fed it to my hungry ass.
I bit hard into his pillow, filled with more pleasure than pain, when in good he wiggled it around teasing me then making small thrusts.....god he was driving me wild. I cried out for him to fuck me good, and that he did, plowing my ass with his man meat, making me sweat. I was ready to ready to cum, but he told me to wait for him, as he got closer he yanked on my cock while fucking me, and as he blew his hot load into my ass I sprayed jets of cum across my chest hitting my chin. Stream after stream of cum, I began to shake, my entire body felt like heaven, his cock still in my ass, and as he pulled out I shot one last load and collapsed.
He leaned toward me kissing my neck, while holding me close to him, we fell asleep that way. In the morning I showered and headed for home, leaving him my swim suit with the key to my house tied into the drawstring. We had lots of fun in the days to come, and even more when his older brother Mark moved back home, but that's another story.
(To be continued...)
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