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I didn't see much of Carl over the two weeks that followed our initial poolside encounter. I don't think that he was really avoiding me, and I certainly wasn't avoiding him, but our paths just did not seem to cross except for an occasional wave as he drove off to work. Even so, I knew that there was a risk that he might be a little shy about making the first move after what had happened, so I finally marched over to ask him to watch my place and bring in the paper and mail while I was away on a camping trip. I could have just stopped delivery of the mail and the paper, but I wanted a pretext to talk to him, to demonstrate that things were still cool between us.
"Sure, no problem," Carl replied after I explained that I would be gone for four nights. "You need me to watch Orson too?" he asked, referring to my chocolate Lab.
"Nah, that mutt'd kill me if I left him here when I was up in the mountains with my other best buds."
Carl laughed as he ran his hand across his furry belly. "I can't say I'd blame him. Say, you want a beer?"
Looking at him, clad only in a pair of low-riding jeans and no sign of skivvies, I was tempted. Reluctantly, however, I declined. "I'd like to, but I've really got to get my gear organized. We're supposed to roll at 5:00 AM. So here's a key to the front door, and here's the key to the pool zone. Feel free to use it as much as you want. The pool guy'll be here on Monday afternoon to take care of the chemicals, but you'll probably be at work when he shows up."
With that, I was off. I frankly didn't think a great deal about Carl over the next couple of days; we were having a great time in the great outdoors, living the rugged outdoor life, roughing it with plenty of Gore-tex and titanium gear. Our little expeditionary unit was cruising along just fine until the next to last morning, when my buddy Frank took a very bad spill while we were doing some rock scrambling. He wasn't badly hurt, but as far as the camping trip was concerned, it was game over. Fortunately, we were close to the trailhead, so we were able to get him back out without too much grief. Unfortunately, though, our sojourn in the mountains was going to be slightly abbreviated. Driving back, I considered calling Carl to let him know that I'd be coming back a day early, but I decided to surprise him instead. You never know, I thought. Maybe I'll find a naked man in my pool.
I pulled back in around 4:00 in the afternoon, so I didn't really expect to find Carl home from work yet. I parked in the garage, put Orson in the back yard, and went inside to check on the house. Nobody was around, but, judging from the pile of mail and newspapers on the kitchen counter, Carl had been faithfully executing his duties. I started flipping through envelopes, but came to my senses when I realized I stank to high heaven. Four days without a shower leaves a man, or at least this man, plenty ripe.
The moment I entered my bedroom I realized that someone else had been in there. The bed covers clearly revealed the phantom impression of a single body. I have a television and DVD player against the wall opposite the bed, and the drawer containing my DVDs was open just a hair. I looked inside, and everything at first appeared to be there, but the porn had clearly been rearranged. On closer inspection I realized that one porn title was missing. It stood to reason that someone had been watching my movies, and I had a pretty good idea of that person's identity.
As I was taking off my clothes so I could shower, it occurred to me to check in my nightstand drawer, where I keep lube and a couple of grown-up toys. A quick scan revealed that I was missing a butt plug and a small bottle of lube. Hmm. I would say that this was getting curioser and curioser, except that the meaning of it all was pretty clear. Carl had clearly taken advantage of my absence to have quite the solo party, and he had apparently wanted to play some more at home. My guess was that he was planning to sneak the missing stuff back to where it belonged before I got home, but I had faked him out, completely by accident. I suppose that I could have been upset by this invasion of my privacy; but in reality I was turned on.
I quickly showered and put on some clean clothes, and then I went down to the kitchen to make myself something to eat. All the while I was pondering how to play the situation. Just thinking about Carl, watching gay porn and jerking off in my own bed, and maybe poking his virgin ass with a lubed up butt plug, caused me to spring quite the boner, and I had some fun in the shower yanking my crank, though being extra careful not to shoot my load. I wanted to hold on to all of my juice for whatever might transpire later that evening.
So there I was, standing at the island in my kitchen, eating a sandwich and drinking a beer, when I heard a key slide into the front door lock. I padded out to the foyer just as Carl entered. The expression on his face really was priceless, and it can be summed up in one word. Busted.
"Eric, you're home," he said, pitifully stating the obvious.
"I am?" I replied playfully. "Oh, yeah, I suppose I am. Our trip got cut short by a little medical emergency. My buddy Frank fell on his hard head, but he'll be OK. By the way, thanks for keeping an eye on everything. The house doesn't look any worse for wear. You want a beer?"
"Uh, OK." Carl put the fanny pack he was carrying on the floor and nervously took the cool bottle and tilted it back, allowing the amber liquid to flow into his suddenly parched throat. "So, did you guys have a good time?"
"Fuck yeah. There's just nothing better than being out in the great outdoors with some good buds and your dog. Any trouble around here?"
"Not that I noticed."
"Well that's good. We're so isolated down here, I always worry a little bit about leaving the place. I really appreciate you keeping an eye on it." I took a swig of my beer and studied Carl for a second. Just standing there, thinking about how I'd like to yank down his shorts and pull off his T-shirt, was giving me a pretty good start on a major league boner. Looking down and seeing his pack on the floor, I realized that must be where the pilfered merchandise was, and an idea quickly hatched.
"Say, is that one of those Mountainsmith lumbar packs?" I asked. "I've always been tempted to buy one of those. You like it?"
"Uh, yeah, it's great."
"Do you mind if I take a look?"
A look of panic flashed across Carl's face as he frantically tried to think of a sensible reason why I couldn't look at his bag. Apparently unable to come up with anything, he just miserably nodded his head. Now, to be completely honest, I was kind of enjoying messing with his head, and I made a show of very carefully examining the bag before making my move to unzip one of the compartments. At that point I guess he just couldn't take it anymore.
"Look, Eric, I, uh, borrowed some stuff while you were gone. I hope you don't mind."
"What stuff?"
"Oh, a DVD, and a couple of other things. They're in the bag. I was going to bring them back tonight."
"Well, let's have a look." I unzipped the bag, reached in, and fished out the DVD first. "Hmm, good choice. That's one of my favorites." Reaching back in I grabbed the lube and the butt plug. "Now what do we have here?" I winked at him. "You're lucky I don't mind sharing my toys."
"I'm sorry, man. I shouldn't have gotten into your shit."
I took another swig of my beer. "Apology accepted. Just ask next time." I held up the butt plug. "And keep in mind that you don't need to settle for this. I'd always be happy to give you the real thing, anytime, anyplace."
The silence was electric. Carl just stood there for a long minute, clearly digesting what I had said, before he cleared his throat. "Were you thinking about going for a swim?" he asked.
"Man, you must be reading my mind."
I followed Carl out, taking care to grab the bottle of lube and slip it into my pocket. Once out on the patio, we both started stripping off our clothes.
"I gotta jump in the shower first. I just got home from work," Carl said. Even though I was clean as a whistle, I followed him under the spray of water.
Carl quickly lathered up and, as he was rinsing off, turned to face me, putting his jutting erection on display. That was all the encouragement I needed. Reaching out, I grabbed him by his beefy biceps and pulled him toward me, causing my own hard-on to knock against his. The feeling of contact between our rigid organs was truly eye opening, and it impelled me to take a chance and put my mouth on his. He resisted just a bit at first, but as my tongue pushed through his lips, he just opened up and gave in to every sensation and craving that had been dormant so long.
While we kissed under the spray of the water, my hands traveled up and down his torso, and across his muscled chest. He groaned audibly when I began to lightly flick his hard nipples, and he began to explore my body as well, tentatively at first, but then with a greater degree of confidence. I glanced down and saw that his hand was actually shaking as he grasped my cock for the first time and stroked up and down my shaft. I was leaking precum like a faucet, which enabled him to slick up the full length of my prick. Frankly, I don't think I'd been that hard in years, and every vein stood out in stark relief. I had to will myself to keep things under control when he squeezed our two cocks together, pumping and sliding them against each other, my huge pole and his fat prong.
Carl's eyes were half-closed as he jerked us together. "Fuck, Eric, you're cock feels so fucking awesome against mine. You're hung like a fucking horse."
"Yeah, you like that big dick, don't you? You like to play with it, don't you?"
"I, I wanna suck it." Now that he had finally admitted the truth, Carl sank to his knees and started nuzzling around my groin. All I could think as I watched him start to lick and suck at my dark purple cockhead was that he had paid really close attention to the video he'd borrowed. He clearly was not experienced, and he had to deal with the added challenge of coping with a very large cock on his very first time, but he was an extremely eager student. Almost instinctively, he knew how to nip at each sensitive flap of skin, and how to tongue my cockhead. I knew there was no way he was going to be able to deep-throat my entire length, at least on the first try, but I was definitely willing to give him an A for effort. Carl seemed to be freed from all inhibitions as he just went to town on my equipment.
Running my fingers through his dark hair, I held his face still as I gently, carefully slid into and out of his stretched lips, using my cock like a probe to plumb the depths of his hungry mouth. I couldn't see his tongue as it skittered back and forth across my flesh, but I could feel it just as intensely as if it had been made of sandpaper. It's an understatement to say that I, we, were turned on. We were becoming a bonfire of raw, masculine, sexual energy as we rubbed our bodies together, heating up like two sticks that were nearing combustion.
The blow job was great, but ultimately I had other plans. Slowly, deliciously, I eased myself out of Carl's mouth before reaching down and pulling him up. Nuzzling a little against his neck, I whispered in his ear. "Now for something completely different."
Turning him around, I stepped behind and grabbed his wrists, stretching his arms up and planting his hands against the tiled wall as the spray of water poured down on us. Now I was really in charge, and I started by just savoring the contact between our bodies as I pressed my weight against his. I could immediately feel him tense up a little. I knew that there was a risk that he would lose his nerve if I immediately began to slide my cock up and down in the crack of his ass, which was certainly what every fiber of my being was telling me to do. My brain finally convinced me to slow down a little bit, and I squatted down behind him and pried his cheeks apart.
It was quite the beautiful sight. Thanks to a lifetime of sports and physical work, his butt was made up of two wedges of solid muscle, split in the middle by an extremely inviting crack. The puckered flesh of the hole itself, fringed by short, dark hairs, had flushed to a dark purple. The instant I touched it with my index finger, the powerful sphincter twitched like it had just received an electric shock. Leaning forward, I brought just the tip of my tongue into contact with this sexy target. A deep, low, guttural moan escaped Carl's lips as he tried to make sense of what must have been a completely new sensation. Wanting to really hook him, I held my tongue perfectly still and allowed him to put me where it would do the most good for him. He started by just sliding this way and that, dragging his pucker back and forth across my outstretched tongue. Eventually, though, he settled me right at his entrance and started to sag back against me while his hole clenched open and shut. Poking gently through, my tongue gained access to what had formerly been forbidden territory, but which now was opening up in front of me, ready for conquering.
We kept this up for awhile, but eventually my cock started to win the argument with my brain. It was time to see what Carl was really made of. By now he was basically putty in my hands, and there was not a hint of resistance when I led him over to one of the lounge chairs. He lay back, his body on display and ripe for the taking. As I positioned myself over him, I saw that his eyes were absolutely glued to my giant erection, which floated in mid-air between us, and I wasted no time retrieving the lube from the pocket of my shorts. Pushing his legs back, I smeared a copious amount of the cool, slick fluid across his pucker, enabling me to poke first one finger through, followed soon by a second. He was clearly tight as a drum, but my fingers didn't seem to be much of a challenge. I don't know if my rimming had excited enough of a craving in him that he would just will himself to accommodate anything that I offered; I supposed that I would find out soon enough.
And find out I did. By now I had exactly one thing on my mind, so I was in no mood to waste any more time on unnecessary foreplay. As soon as I thought I could get away with it, I pulled out my fingers, placed my cockhead at his entrance, and slowly poked through. I paused, parked just inside, and watched as he slowly exhaled and every muscle and vein on his body came to attention, standing out in sharp relief. His fireplug cock, which had turned a dark purple, bucked and jumped. In reality, I suppose that nothing could have prepared him for the sensation of his first fuck, because there is just nothing comparable he could have experienced, not even the sensation from working himself over with the butt plug. The feeling of being under a man, in the company of another man, a man who knew exactly what he is going to do, and why, is one of a kind.
The sensation was intense as I slowly pushed in deeper. As more and more of my cock was buried inside of his ass, I started to lose my focus, the line between his body and mine blurring. It was even a bit of a surprise when I bottomed out, unable to probe any deeper. I think that, in some deep recess of my mind, I had assumed that I wouldn't stop until we had fused into one. Very deliberately I pulled almost all the way back out, only to start it all over again. I can't speak for Carl, but for me this was raw fucking at its best. I realize now that I had started to get worked up the very first time I'd seen him, and our poolside fun and games from a few weeks before had just whetted my appetite.
As I drilled his ass, the world, the universe, shrank down to just a few cubic feet of sweaty, glistening flesh that knows nothing but pure, unadulterated pleasure. God, it was great. I know that I wanted to remember every twist and turn, every bump, every nook and cranny, but all I can recall now is the sensation of holding myself just on the verge of an orgasm for the longest time imaginable, and then some. I was so turned on, my nerves so jangled, that just stepping one millimeter over that mental line would have been all that it took. I'd say that it was torture to hold myself back, except that I enjoyed every minute of it.
It goes without saying that Carl, due to his inexperience, was a whole lot less disciplined than me. There was just no way he was going to be able to control when he shot his load; when his nuts were ready to give it up, it was going to blow. And I could see it coming from a mile away. Heavy breathing, chest flushed a deep red, nipples hard as rocks, balls pulling up into shooting position, and then here comes the first spray, and then he's just firing it. My dick felt like it was in a vise as his powerful muscles just bore down on me, holding me deep inside. Watching him fall deep into the abyss of what was clearly an unbelievably intense orgasm was all that I needed to push me in after him.
We just lay there for a few minutes afterward, still coupled together. Occasionally I shifted my weight just a bit, creating just a hint of friction between my cock and the sheath that surrounded it. Carl didn't seem to mind. Finally, though, I slowly eased out of him.
"So welcome to the neighborhood," I said.
"No kidding. Now I see why you're Michael's favorite neighbor."
I laughed. "We're really friendly on this block. In fact, why don't you keep the key. You never know when you're going to have to come over and borrow something."
A poet once said that good fences make good neighbors. I think that Carl and I showed that summer that the fences really aren't necessary.