Date: Tue, 19 Jul 2011 03:19:43 -0400
From: Bradley Carson <bradleyjcarson@gmail.com>
Subject: Officer Jack Albertson - Chapter 2

This story is a work of fiction, based solely on the author's own personal
fantasies, and no real names or real situations are used.  The character of
Brad Carson's physical appearance is totally based on myself, although some
other aspects of the character's life are fiction.  If you are under 18
years old, or if it is otherwise illegal where you are to read about
masturbation and consensual gay sex between adult males, then do not read
this story.  Permission is NOT given to repost or share this story anywhere
else by any means.  The author welcomes positive comments and feedback from
other adult gay males.  Send emails to bradleyjcarson@gmail.com and I will
look forward to hearing from you and responding. I especially want to hear
from you if the story causes you to have a good orgasm...or several!  Also,
if you happen to be a gay man who physically resembles the character of
Jack Albertson as he is described in this story and you have pics of
yourself that you would like to share with me, I'd really love to see them!


"Well you should come to the house sometime and let me teach you, man.
Five feet of water is enough to swim in, and like I said my pool is fairly
small, but it'd still be big enough across for that too," Jack said.

"Thanks man, I would love to take you up on that," Brad replied.  He
decided to push things a little again.  "But only if we can skinny dip."

To his surprise Jack laughed and replied, "Don't see why the hell not if it
is just us guys.  I'm used to a locker room so if you're not shy, I'm not
either."

This made Brad really horny, but he managed not to show it, and to keep
things on a light, joking level.  "Well, anyway, I seriously might come up
sometime if it would be cool with you, I really appreciate the offer."

"Sure thing," Jack said, "Just give me a call any day this week, I'm on
vacation and just planning on staying around close by and taking it easy."

"OK man, take care and thanks again," Brad replied.

They exchanged cell numbers, and then Jack got into his pickup and waved as
he drove away.  Brad could not believe this.  His dream guy had just
offered to give him free swimming lessons, and had actually joked around
about being willing to do so naked at that.  Brad knew one thing, he was
wearing a swimsuit for two reasons if he went.  One, he was pretty sure
Jack was only joking when he took him up on that bit about skinny dipping
in his pool.  And more importantly, Brad knew there was no way he could
hide the boner he would no doubt pop when seeing Jack all wet in swim
trucks, unless Brad was also wearing trunks.  Much less if Jack were to
actually go nude.  What a thought!

The next morning at 7am, Jack got a very unwanted phone call from the
police chief.  He hated to interrupt Jack's vacation but they were short
staffed already and Grady had just called in.  Jack would need to pull the
day shift that day, but only until 3pm when more officers would be coming
on duty.

"Don't worry about it Chief, I'm just being lazy around the house this week
anyway," Jack replied.

"I promise I'll make other arrangements for after today," the Chief
replied, "I won't screw up any more of your time off."

Jack shaved, showered, dressed in his uniform, and drove to the station in
his pickup truck.  He then hit the streets of the small town in his patrol
car.  Pleasant View still had that small town feel to it, both for better
and worse, but in reality in the last ten years it had seen a lot of new
growth and was actually becoming more of a small rural city.  At noon, Jack
dropped his squad car at the police station, got in his truck, and was over
eating lunch at a local diner when his cell phone rang.  He saw on the
caller ID that it was Brad Carson.

"Hey Brad," Jack answered, "What's up buddy?"

Brad shuddered in delight and thought, "My fuckin' cock is what is up when
that hot, deep, friendly, sexy voice of yours calls me 'buddy'."

Aloud Brad replied, "Hey, not much man.  I'm thinking I'm gonna take you up
on coming up to use your pool if you're not busy.  Don't know if you want
to fool with trying my first swimming lesson today or not, but I figure we
can at least just hang out in the pool."

"Well, Brad, you are more than welcome to come up and hang out, and we'll
see about whether we actually start on the lessons today.  Thing is, right
now I'm at lunch, but I'm about to go back to the station and get back on
duty, Chief had to call me in this morning.  I'll be off at 3:00 though,"
Jack explained.

"OK, cool," Brad replied, "You just wanna call me when you are off then?"

"Tell you what," Jack said, "Why don't you just get there about 3:00 and if
I'm not home yet I will be shortly.  The back yard is fenced in so you
don't have to worry about getting in the house to change, and you can go
ahead and lay out in the sun or play in the pool 'til I get there if you
want to.  Just don't drown," Jack added teasingly.

"At six-one I think I'm safe standing up in that pool hotshot," Brad
replied with a laugh.  "You sure you're cool with me being there if I get
there before you do?"

"Yeah, I wouldn't care if you wanted to hang out inside before I get there
too, but of course the house is locked," Jack replied.  "The gate that
leads from my carport through the privacy fence into the back yard will
open if you jiggle it around some.  Don't spread that around, as that is on
my fix-it list for this week and I wouldn't want just anybody in my back
yard," Jack finished with another chuckle.

"OK, see you a little after 3:00 man," Brad said and they hung up.

At 3:00, Brad pulled up in front of Jack's house.  He was wearing
flip-flops, a t-shirt, boxers, and shorts.  He had brought along his swim
trunks and a beach towel.  He was quickly able to figure out what Jack had
meant as to how to open the gate leading from his carport through the fence
into the back yard.  He fastened it behind him, and walked over under
Jack's covered back porch to change.

In a moment Brad was naked.  His clothes were lying in a chair on the
porch, and he would have his towel and trunks right there with him he
realized, and if Jack or anyone else pulled up he would hear them in plenty
of time to grab the trunks and get them on.  He knew Jack would be there
before too long as he was getting off duty about now, but Brad couldn't
resist a little naked time in the handsome cop's backyard.  He saw a
reclined lawn chair in the grassy area between the porch and the pool,
right in the nice hot sun.

Taking along his towel and trucks, Brad walked naked to the lawn chair, and
by the time he walked the short distance he was rock hard.  He spread the
towel on the chair and stretched out on it. The sun felt great, and Brad
knew it was risky, but he had to jack off.  He started quickly stroking his
fat cock.

Brad did not have any way of knowing that at that moment Jack's pickup was
in a local garage, as it would not start after Jack came out of the diner
earlier.  The local officers had to leave their police cruisers parked at
the station any time they were not on patrol.  Another officer had picked
Jack up at the garage after Jack's disabled truck was towed there, and then
a few hours later he was now dropping Jack off in front of his house.  It
was just a little after 3:00.

So it happened that Brad, who was now frantically jacking his cock, lying
on the lawn chair which faced toward Jack's house, had no idea that Jack
had gotten home.  He didn't hear the door of the cruiser shut out on the
street, as it had not pulled into Jack's driveway.  Nor did he hear Jack
open his front door and come into his house.

Jack was in his full uniform.  He stowed his gun belt and weapon away
first, but didn't immediately take any of the rest of his uniform off, as
he wanted to say hi to Brad, whose car he had seen out front, and invite
him to come in for a drink if he wanted before they got back in the pool.
Getting himself a glass of water out of the filtered kitchen faucet, Jack
happened to glance up and out the window over the sink, which looked
directly out towards where Brad was lying.

"Holy fuck!"  Jack softly, huskily exclaimed aloud to himself.  He had
quickly seen that Brad had not yet made it to his pool.  Instead, Jack saw
the other man lying there naked on his lawn chair, jacking his very nice
fat cock with his eyes closed tightly and a look of pleasure on his face.
Jack instantly went rock hard in his uniform pants as he looked out at Brad
and this hot scene.

Jack thought for a moment of just going out there.  But, he reasoned, that
would only mortify and embarrass Brad, and maybe even cause him to leave
and not come back.  And too, Jack had to admit to himself that he really
wanted, and needed, to see this.  He had never seen another man cum in
person yet, after all, only in all of the online gay porn he had frequently
jacked off to in recent months.

Jack moved over to stand at the sliding glass doors that led from the
kitchen out onto his back porch, knowing that with the angle of the sun
Brad would not be able to see him there, even if he opened his eyes.  Jack
got his hard, thick cock out the fly of his boxers and uniform pants and
started jacking it fast, matching the strokes that Brad was using on his
own throbbing tool.  In just a few more minutes, Jack heard Brad moan
loudly and saw four thick white volleys of cum erupt from his thick cock
and splatter on his stomach and off to the side of the lawn chair.  At that
moment, Jack groaned as quietly as he could, lest he be caught watching
Brad, and shot six huge blasts of his hot, thick, creamy man juice all over
the glass door in front of him.

After catching his breath from the very explosive orgasm brought on by his
first time seeing another man cum, Jack put his softening cock back in his
uniform pants and zipped up.  It was then that he really noticed the white
streams of the load he had just shot as they were running down the glass
door, and thought about how hot that looked.  He reached a finger down and
got a big glob of it.  He tasted it.  It was actually really good Jack
thought, pretty sweet tasting with just a faint hint of saltiness.  He had
tasted his own load before, but this time he was imagining that it was
Brad's just-shot load he was savoring.

"Mmm, fuck yeah Brad, feed me that load buddy," Jack growled softly to
himself as he thought of that.

With that tantalizing thought, Jack's cock was suddenly once again rock
hard, which surprised him so soon after he had just came so hard.  Jack
quickly got his cock back out his fly, and started moaning softly and
stroking it fast and hard again as his hyper-horny state gave him an idea
that caused him to quickly drop right to his knees.

Quite a sight that would have been, had anyone seen it: This big, beefy,
handsome, masculine cop down on his knees in his kitchen floor in front of
his back porch doors, with his throbbing cock out the fly of his uniform,
jacking it furiously.  Jack then did what his horny mind had gotten him
down in that position for.  He leaned forward and licked one long, dripping
trail of his own tasty, still-warm cum right off the glass door.  He moaned
softly again.  He loved how it tasted, but was imagining that Brad had just
shot it in his face.

"Oh, Brad!" Jack moaned as quietly as he could, as he felt himself starting
to fall over the edge of bliss again, his balls tightening, his big
powerful body trembling, his breath growing short.

Jack then leaned in again and took one big final lick to get the rest of
his previous load off the glass, and as he again tasted its sweet creamy
flavor and swallowed it, his whole body shook in complete ecstasy and he
saw stars for a moment as another three big blasts of hot cum flew from his
fat, throbbing cock and splattered against the bottom of the door.

Meanwhile, Brad had wiped his own cum off of himself and gotten quickly
into his swim trunks.  He looked cautiously towards the house, but as Jack
knew, Brad couldn't see Jack for the glare of the sunlight on the doors.
Brad then went over and up onto the half-circle of deck that went around
the backside of the above ground pool.  He sat on the edge letting his legs
dangle in the water.  He then cautiously lowered himself into the water,
which came up around his chest and shoulders.  He walked through the water
across the pool to the other side, and climbed up the metal pool ladder and
back down the other side to the yard.

Meanwhile, after putting his spent-for-now rod back in his pants again, and
coming down from his second mind-blowing orgasm in only a few minutes, Jack
had gotten some paper towels and Windex and cleaned the rest of the cum
(and his slobbery tongue prints) off the doors.  He then opened them to
step outside.

"I saw that, get a little freaked out with all that water up around you?"
Jack said playfully to Brad, who had just gotten out of the pool.

"Well, maybe just a little.  I mean my head's above it, but that's about
all I can say," Brad replied with a chuckle.  "I was just heading back
around to the deck to sit with my legs in the water 'til you got here, but
here you are."

Jack chuckled inwardly that Brad had no idea he had just watched him blow
his load, or that Jack had just shot off so hard all over the doors twice,
first from watching Brad cum, and then again from eating his own load and
pretending he was swallowing Brad's jizz.  He was also admiring the view of
Brad standing there at the foot of the pool ladder soaking wet, his chest
fur matted to his chest, and the outline of his soft dick and balls plain
to see in his trunks.

"Yup, I'm home," Jack replied.  He decided to push things a little bit this
time, just to test the waters.  Jack knew that Brad was gay, but Brad did
not yet know that Jack was too.  Brad just thought Jack was a gay-friendly
straight guy.  "Well, I see you chickened out on the skinny dipping," Jack
said with a grin.

"Well," Brad replied with a nervous grin, "I got to thinking about that
gate and how anybody could come through it just like I did and decided I'd
better go with the trunks."

Jack almost snorted, thinking, "Bullshit, that sure didn't keep you from
giving me that fucking hot jack off show a few minutes ago!"  Aloud he
said, "That reminds me, I will fix that latch right now before we do
anything else, it just needs a couple of screws put back in so it'll stay
fastened right.  Before I do that, would you like something to drink?"

"Yeah, that would be good.  I'll get it myself though so you can go on and
be fixing that, if you don't care," Brad said as he dried himself off with
the towel.

"Sure, and don't worry if you drip on the kitchen floor it's no big deal,"
Jack said as he could tell Brad had just thought of this, "it's linoleum
and could probably use a mopping anyway."  He laughed again.

"Do you want something to drink too?" Brad asked.

"Nah, I'll be in to get out of this garb," Jack said gesturing to his
uniform, "as soon as I get that latch taken care of, will only be a sec."

In a short time, Jack entered his kitchen, having fixed the latch outside
successfully.  Brad was sitting on a beach towel-draped barstool drinking a
Coke.

"Looks like you're pretty well dried enough not to drip now man," Jack said
grinning.  "If you want to have the grand tour, come ahead."

And so, with Brad clad only in his damp swim trunks, and Jack still in his
uniform except for the gun belt, Jack took Brad on a little tour of the
modest, but well kept home.  This ended with Jack motioning from inside the
bathroom in the hall just outside Jack's bedroom.

"Older house, so just this one bath, and it's not in the master bedroom,
but I don't care especially since it is just me here now anyway," Jack
explained.

Brad was murmuring an, "Uh huh," at this, then got a kind of shocked look
on his face.

Jack had just un-tucked and started unbuttoning his uniform shirt as he
stood in front of his bathroom sink, and then took it off.  As he dropped
the shirt behind him into a hamper, he caught a glimpse of Brad's surprised
look, but didn't immediately get what was causing it.  He went ahead and
pulled his white undershirt over his head and tossed it in too.

Brad's jaw literally dropped as he took in the sight of Jack standing there
in just his dark blue uniform pants and shiny black cop shoes.  That big,
broad, hair-dusted barrel chest of Jack's was right there just a couple of
feet away in the bathroom as Brad stood in the doorway looking in.  Jack's
short, gelled back black hair was slightly mussed from where he had taken
off his t-shirt.  His blue eyes shone like two dark pools in his handsome,
clean-shaven, (although now with the slight beginnings of a five-o-clock
shadow) slightly ruddy, round face.

Jack's muscular arms had tufts of dark underarm hair, and a light dusting
of the same black fur from the elbows down to the backs of the big, strong
hands.  In the valley at the center of the broad chest, the light dusting
of black hair that was all over Jack's chest grew into a thicker, darker
patch. Jack's dark pink areolas were slightly bigger than the size of
quarters, with soft, good-sized nipples.  And then there was that big,
beefy, solid tummy that Brad would have just loved to grab a hold of.  A
nice happy trail of black fur led from the middle of Jack's hairy chest
down across his belly, around his sexy quarter-sized innie belly button,
and then disappeared on down into his uniform pants.

As Jack unbuttoned the button on them and then started unzipping his pants,
a light went off in Jack's mind about Brad's startled look.  "Oh shit,
sorry bro," Jack said, "I'm used to the locker room down at the station,
and we don't pay any attention to changing in front of each other.  I
didn't change at the station today though because I didn't want to hold
Nelson up on giving me a lift home."

"Oh it's cool," Brad said, "I just wasn't expecting you to start stripping
right then."

He realized how that sounded and blushed a little, causing Jack to crack
up.  Jack put his hands behind his head, and gave an exaggerated swivel of
his hips and thrust of his pelvis.  "So, be honest, would they give me big
tips if I stripped at the gay bar up in Rosemont?" He joked.

Brad burst out laughing at that line, and replied, "Well, I honestly never
went to the bars much when I lived in Rosemont, but I think you'd sure do
all right at that man!  By the way," Brad continued, turning serious, "it
is really cool that you are not freaked out about hanging out with a gay
man."

"Aww, hell, it's cool," Jack replied in his friendly, deep, sexy voice as
he grinned at Brad.  Jack was not quite yet ready to come out to Brad.

"Well, like I said, thanks, but a lot of people around here are not that
cool about it," Brad concluded.

"Homophobic assholes," Jack replied simply.  Jack then bent down and took
off his shoes and socks.  Next, he slid down his uniform pants and pulled
them off, and put the socks and pants into the hamper.  Jack then just
totally casually slid down his boxers, stepped out of them, and tossed them
into the clothes hamper too.  He was now standing there totally naked right
in front of Brad, who was still only in swim trunks.  This, however, was
not any sort of ploy.  As he had just been telling Brad, Jack was used to
the locker room at the station, and stripping all the way when changing out
of the uniform was just second nature.

Again Brad was gawking.  He could not believe that he was finally getting
to see this big handsome stud buck-naked.  Brad's cock started to grow, but
fortunately he was pretty sure the trunks were keeping this from being very
obvious.

Jack started to walk out of the bathroom to cross the hall over to his
room.  Jack then saw Brad's startled look again, as he walked naked towards
where Brad stood in the door.  "Oh shit, I'm sorry," Jack said and laughed
again, "Well too late now, you've seen me.  Again, used to the locker room,
bro."

"Well," Brad said forcing a laugh and trying to play it cool, "like we were
just talking about, I'm the one who is gay, so normally it'd be the
straight guy that would be freaking out over being naked in front of me,
not apologizing for it.  It's no big deal man."

Brad had stepped back from the bathroom door into the hall to let Jack
cross it.  Jack stopped in the middle of the hall in front of him, his soft
cock and big balls still swinging a little from where he had just been
walking.  This was totally making Brad's mouth water.  Jack's soft cock was
about three and a half inches long, and probably two inches around.  Above
it was a nice black bush where the happy trail reached its destination.
Below it, Jack's balls were big and dangled low, and were lightly hairy.
His thighs were massive and powerful looking, and his legs were covered in
more of that gorgeous black fur.

"Look at those low-hangers and that gorgeous fat cut cock!  Fuck it looks
like it would be even thicker than mine when it gets hard," Brad was
thinking.

"Well, you know what," Jack said as he stopped in the hall.  "I was heading
over to my room for my trunks, but not too much point in that now really is
there?  The latch on that gate out there is secured, and you've already
seen Officer Jack in his altogether, (at this point he briefly gave that
goofy grin and chuckle of his that simply drove Brad crazy), and so I'm not
worrying about wearing the trunks to go back out to the pool."

Just for a half second too long, Brad failed to respond to Jack's last
comments.  It was then that Jack realized Brad was gawking right at Jack's
cock and balls, clearly distracted, if not actually kind of transfixed.

"Earth to Brad!  And, what is it, you see something you like down there,
Brad?" Jack asked teasingly, with another laugh and big grin.

"Oh, fuck.  Sorry man, umm, yeah, no sense in you having to dig out trunks
when you're already naked," Brad replied, trying to dodge the fact that he
had just been caught checking out his friend's junk.

"Oh, fine, dodge the question," Jack said teasingly.  I'm going to have
some fun and push this some more, Jack thought slyly as he continued.  He
then dropped his voice down an octave into his "cop voice" and sternly
repeated, "I ASKED YOU if you see something you like down there, Brad!"

With that, Jack grabbed his soft cock and big balls with his right hand and
gave them a quick shake.  Brad looked totally confused for a moment, as if
he wondered if Jack was really mad, until Jack cracked up laughing again
and then actually slapped an arm playfully across Brad's bare shoulders.

"Dang, I had you going there for a second!" Jack exclaimed.  "Bro, I was
just messing with you.  I can tell you have never been around silly ass
locker room humor.  For that matter, I can tell you have never been around
a locker room much period, or you'd know that even straight guys like to
sneak a glance to compare the old equipment, whether they admit it or not."

Brad laughed and just said, "Again, you are beyond cool about this stuff,
man."  He was relieved that Jack had lowered his arm from his shoulders, as
this contact had made Brad's cock even harder in the trunks.  "And as far
as comparing goes, I think maybe you've got me beat just a little bit down
there Jack, but not by too much!"

With that, Brad playfully turned and quickly darted down the hall toward
the kitchen, with Jack following.  On out into the back yard they went, and
Brad by some miracle managed to will his cock back down to only a barely
hard state.  Once in the yard, Brad decided to be a little bold (now that
he could without getting caught with a raging hard on). He stopped at the
lawn chair, dropped his trunks to the ground, stepped out of them and
tossed them up onto the chair.

"Lord have mercy, how long's it been since that ass last saw daylight,"
Jack teased laughingly as Brad's bare white cheeks were exposed.

"Whatever!"  Brad exclaimed, whirling around.

Jack then blatantly looked right at Brad's cock, which was now looking
pretty deceivingly small, as it did when it was soft, and at his small
balls.  "And it looks to me like this," - Jack then punctuated the
statement by thrusting his naked hips at Brad once, to make his thick,
still impressive looking even while soft cock and big balls flop up and
down, - "has got you beat by more than just a little bit!"

Even though he was having fun aggravating Brad, Jack knew that he actually
didn't really have as much of an advantage over Brad in that department as
it might have appeared right then.  Because, when he had spied on Brad
jacking off earlier he had clearly seen how much of a completely
respectable average length Brad's dick attained, and how very impressively
thick it got when it was fully hard, as compared to how small it looked
right then while soft.  In truth, Jack could tell that if they had been
hard, he probably would only have had maybe an inch in length and a
half-inch in girth on Brad.  But, of course Brad thought Jack was just then
seeing his dick for the first time.

"Again, whatever, it's just that you're clearly a show-er, whereas I'm a
grower!" Brad exclaimed and busted out laughing.

"At least I already have a good tan ALL over!" Jack exclaimed, and then did
a ridiculous exaggerated naked pirouette around in front of Brad.

Brad saw that this was very true, as the handsome officer was indeed tan
all over, including on the big, smooth, fleshy round mounds that comprised
the huge ass cheeks of Jack's gorgeous bubble butt back there!

"Damn, I'd love to grab that ass sometime, not to mention how much I'd love
to fuck the hell out of it!" Brad thought.

They both knew full well that for the last few minutes they had been acting
more like two silly kids than two grown men in who were in their thirties,
but it was just a lot of fun.  There was undeniably still a very obvious
and definitely homoerotic undertone to the whole thing, which no doubt
would probably have already boiled over into something more, had both men
not gotten off so soon before the horseplay had started.

Brad then took off his glasses, laying them in the lawn chair with his
trunks, and ran over and up the ladder on that side of the pool, and got
over into the water.  He walked a bit into the pool, the cool water feeling
great all over his naked body as it came up around his shoulders once
again.

Jack was right behind him, and got into the pool, walking over toward Brad.
"So, how do you like being out here skinny dipping so far bud?" He asked
with a chuckle.

"I gotta be honest with you Jack, I love being outside naked, it just feels
great," Brad said, "And it feels even better in the water."

"That it does, that it does," Jack agreed with a big smile.  "So, shall we
try your first swimming lesson?" he then asked gamely.

"Don't see why not," Brad replied.

Brad then started to take a couple of steps closer to Jack, but slipped and
fell.  Water rushed into his ears as his feet flew out from under him and
his ass hit the bottom of the pool.  He actually felt a little panicky,
even while realizing that was silly, since all he had to do in this shallow
pool was just stand up.  He tried to stand, but in all honesty Brad was
very uncoordinated anyway, so somehow his feet flew out from under him
again, and back down onto his ass he went, swallowing a mouthful of water
this time.

The next thing Brad saw up through the water, as soon as he landed on his
ass at the bottom of the pool the second time, was Jack bending down and
his two strong arms reaching down from where Jack was now standing right in
front of and over Brad in the pool.  Jack's arms went under Brad's arms and
then wrapped tightly around his back.  Against Brad's cheek there came a
tickle of Jack's wet chest fur as Jack was leaning down into the water to
put his arms around Brad.

"This is so hot!" Brad quickly thought, "He's just being silly and
'rescuing' me, but oh my God, I'm about to feel his arms around me and he's
going to pick me up!"

"Mmm, he feels so fuckin' good," Jack was thinking as he bent down into the
water and his arms went under Brad's from the front and then around him
much more tightly than would really have been necessary just to simply pick
him up out of the pool.  Jack felt the sensation of his chest brushing the
side of Brad's face.

Jack then lifted Brad up and out of the water with a motion that, given the
way he was holding him, basically amounted to Jack dragging Brad all the
way up along the front of Jack's naked body as he picked him up.  As he did
so, Brad let out a little involuntary gasp in pleasure.  Brad had realized
that what he had just felt was Jack's cock and his balls running all the
way right down Brad's chest and stomach and then across his own cock and
balls, as Jack had stood in front of him, stooped down, and picked him up
off his ass and out of the water.  Jack sat Brad's bare ass down on the
deck side of the pool.

Jack had known he was holding Brad tighter than was really necessary when
he picked him up, but he actually had not meant for the full cock and body
contact to happen to the extent it had just happened between them, as he
had playfully "rescued" Brad.  Still, Jack realized that his thick cock had
amazingly enough responded instantly and gone fully hard as a rock yet
again after brushing down over Brad's hairy chest, chubby stomach, and
across his dick and balls.

"I know, I know, don't start," Brad was saying with a laugh as soon as his
head was out of the water and he'd sputtered and spit some pool water out,
and even as Jack was setting him down on the deck, "you having to pull a
rescue in no more water than this doesn't speak too highly for my potential
skills as a swimmer!"

Brad was hoping his chatter would avoid any uncomfortable discussion of the
accidental underwater cock and body contact that had just taken place
between the two men.  Sure, Brad had gotten a major thrill knowing that
Jack's cock and balls had run right down him and over his.  Hell, even if
that had not just happened, just being playfully picked up out of the water
by the big beefy stud would have still been amazing enough!  But, Brad
thought he couldn't let it show and freak out his friend Jack, though.
Brad also thought it was sure a good thing he had already jacked off
earlier.

But then, feeling the warm air on his wet naked body as he now sat on the
deck at the back side of the pool, legs dangling in the water, bare ass on
the deck, Brad looked down and realized he had a full raging hard on
sticking up in the sunshine.  In front of him, Jack stood there in the
water laughing and also saying something to try to continue the whole joke
about "rescuing" Brad.  Jack knew he was hard as a rock though, and as Brad
glanced down through the water right in front of him, he saw this too.  At
the same time, Jack had glanced down and spotted Brad's hard cock as Brad
sat on the deck right in front of him.  Then, Brad's gaze went back up to
Jack's face, their eyes meeting.

TO BE CONTINUED...