Date: Mon, 16 Jun 2003 08:04:29 -0700
From: Northern Light <northernlight1@hotmail.com>
Subject: Shallow End Ch. 5

(My apologies for the long delay in Ch. 5. I hope you'll find it worth the
wait. Feedback much appreciated to northernlight1@hotmail.com)

Shallow End Chapter 5

In the lust that had totally consumed me, beginning with the morning swim
with Gord that had become much more, through our mind-bending, heart-racing
fuck in my Jacuzzi, I had forgotten not just about the front-door lock, but
about Rick.

God almighty... Rick. My neighbor had promised to drop by to wire the
large-screen TV I had bought a week ago but was too technologically
challenged to install. He too was single, a computer consultant and an
independent filmmaker who was making money by the bushel. His house had an
entertainment system in almost every room; he had every new multi-remote toy
on the market, and he thought it was hilarious that I was unable to rig up
something as simple as a TV.

Rick, a casual friend, was broad of shoulders, narrow of waist and he
delightfully filled his faded jeans. And  now I felt only the blood rushing
from my groin back to my brain as he appeared on the deck beside the
Jacuzzi, his eyes fixed squarely on me.

"Uh, Rick's TV Repair at your service..."

Gord was still sitting in my lap, my spent cock beginning to ease its way
out of his ass. I was frozen, his balls still cupped in my hand that reached
over his hip into the foamy water, his shaft modestly plump, stirred either
by our physicality of the past few minutes or the appearance of this
stranger.

"Rick," I began. "I hope..."

"And here I figured you bought this TV for the pay-per-view smut," he
interrupted, grinning. "But hey, why watch porn when you can live it?"

Gord laughed, in spite of himself. By now it had occurred to him that this
was not a TV repairman, but a friend of mine who was going to get maximum
mileage by having caught me in, well, a compromising position.

"And I'm sorry I seem to have missed... the climax," Rick said brightly.

Now the three of us were laughing. I clearly had nothing to say to explain
this, nor was I going to even try.

"Rick, say hello to Gord," I said. "We met at the pool this morning and we
kinda decided to continue our workout back here."

"Hell of a way to burn off a few calories," Rick said, reaching over the
Jacuzzi wall to shake Gord's extended hand. "Pleased to meet you."

"Likewise," Gord said, slowly pulling himself to his feet. I watched Rick's
eyes trail down Gord's hard body as my new friend reached for a towel.

"What can I say?" I said to Rick, my legs feeling like rubber as I stood. I
almost felt detached from the scene, standing naked with a man I'd met only
hours ago and gotten very familiar with, chatting casually with a jeans and
T-shirt-clad neighbor whose mind I was now dying to read.

"You can tell me you got a busy signal when you called over for me to join
you," Rick said. He missed seeing my jaw hit the floor when he turned and
walked through the door, headed toward the TV.

"What did that mean?" I said to no one in particular.

"Cool guy," Gord said, smiling. "And pretty hot, too."

I felt his hand beneath my balls, which hung loose and entirely satisfied
between my thighs.

"I never would have known how good that could be," Gord said of our fuck,
bending to plant a kiss on my damp cockhead. "Tell me this isn't a one-night
stand."

"Not on your life."

Rick's "busy signal" was still ringing in my ears when Gord and I moved into
the living room, towels wrapped around our waists. Rick was already behind
the set, whistling happily as he fiddled with a maze of cables, plugging
them from amplifier to DVD player to the set.

"Should have gotten a plasma screen," he called out.

"Sure. Like I've got your millions," I replied.

Gord slumped into the sofa and put his feet up on the coffee table, taking
me at my word that he make himself at home. The towel was one size too
small, splitting seductively open far up one of his thighs.

I shuffled to the kitchen to brew a pot of coffee, my head swimming with
thoughts of the day. When I returned with three mugs on a tray, Rick was
back in front of the set, pushing buttons on the remote. The TV flickered to
spectacular life.

"Good thing you don't pay me by the hour," he said proudly. "What do you
think?"

"It's fabulous," I replied. Gord nodded his approval.

"Those pay-per-view movies oughta look fantastic now!" Gord said, flashing
me by whipping open then closing his towel.

"Precisely," Rick said. "Got to use the john, I'll be right back. Then I'll
calibrate the color. Do me a favor, will you, Gord? The calibration test is
on this DVD. Drop it in and start `er up."

"Sure thing."

Gord took the disk and got to his feet, moving to the player as Rick left
for the bathroom. As he squatted before the machine, his towel popped from
around his waist and fell to his ankles. I nearly gasped at the view, his
cheeks slightly spread, his long, gorgeous balls hanging slack, still warm
from the Jacuzzi.

"Damn! The things you see when you're holding a tray," I said, and he looked
over his shoulder and grinned.

"Here goes," he said, the DVD drawer sliding shut.

Gord stepped back, making no move to pick up his towel, and we both wondered
about the scene. Color calibration? This was a light blue, in soft focus,
and the picture was shimmering.

But as the image pulled back, sharpening, two figures came into view. And
then I nearly fainted.

I was sitting on a pool deck, and Gord was between my thighs, stroking my
erection. The shot was from three-quarters view, leaving nothing to the
imagination.

"Glad to see you finally dispensed with those baggy trunks," Gord was
saying. "Look what they've been hiding."

He was stroking his own hardness in unison with his hand on my shaft, the
pool water rippling with the motion.

"So this is synchronized swimming?" I heard myself say.

I was breathless as I looked to Gord, who was standing still beside me,
watching intently, saying nothing.

There were more words spoken on screen, and I heard none of them. The
unanswered questions flooded my mind: Who? How? When?

I looked back at the screen in time to see Gord take a half-step back, rise
to his toes, and then come, almost violently. The scene was in near closeup.
It seemed surreal, this thick, white stream pulsing from his cock onto my
stomach. He spurted again and again, then slumped forward, his open mouth
moving directly to my shaft. The only sounds now were our grunting in the
pool, the quiet sloshing of the water, and the creaking of my bathroom door.

"Not bad for an independent filmmaker hiding in the bushes, huh?"

It was Rick, and he was stark naked, a bronze Adonis whose obscenely thick
erection was leading him back into the living room.

"Say hello to my friend Gord," he said to me. "He's been an actor in a few
of my adult movies. In fact, I think he's on pay-per-view today. Why don't
we see?"

I looked to Gord, then back to Rick, and was remembering those shrubs at the
pool just as my towel fell to the floor.

(to be continued)