He plunged into the water, swam a few effortless laps, then flung himself into the lounge chair next to mine. He looked even better wet, if that were possible. I work out regularly, but I still felt like a limp cocktail wienie compared to the massive throbbing hard-on his whole body had become.
I shifted under my towel. In spite of my efforts, or perhaps because of them, a terrycloth pup tent ros steadily between Tyler and me.
"I...I can't get over how you've changed, Tyler," I stammered.
He shrugged, then skimmed his eyes up and down my body. My groin tensed when I saw his gaze settle on my pulsatting middle. "Yeah, everyone's been saying that. It's kind of funny, really. Under all these new muscles I'm still the same guy I've always been. They just didn't notice before."
His eyes met mine and darkened suddenly, and realization washed over me like a flash flood. All those times he'd hung around the yard, meeting my eyes and then nervously turning away...
"Yep, it's true," He said, as if he could read my mind. "I was hot for you then, Nick, and I still am." Suddenly, he leaned back in his chair hooked his hands behind his neck, and spread his thighs wide. As if on cue, that jumbo sausage swelled up under his bathing suit and slithered up the flat of his belly. Soon his starkly defined cockhead actually peeked over the top of his elastic waistband.
My eyes myst have widened, because Tyler looked down a himself and smirked. "Little trick I learned in the barracks," he said, laughing, then stood up. "I can show you a fwe more if you want."
A slow burn spread from my nuts to my cock, blazing a trail right up through my dilating piss-hole. My balls began to feel like two hot coals against my inner thighs.
"Yeah, Tyler. I want," I said huskily, as a warm glob of precum spurted against the lining of my bathing suit. The plump dome of my own cock shoved eagerly against the inside pouch as I followed him up the walk way to my condo.
We didn't even bother to head for the bedroom. Tyler closed the door and locked, his face etched with raw need. A lusty flush crept steadily from the waistband of his suit ot the points of his nipples, turning them a dark caramel color that made him wait only as long as it took for me to dash to the bathroom and grav a box of condoms, wich I tossed on th floor at his feet. Then I dropped to my knees right there in the livining room and hooked my thumbs over the top of Tyler's bathing suit.