Date: Wed, 05 Jan 2005 16:59:11 +0000
From: william michael <beau155@hotmail.com>
Subject: In the Swim Part 1

The characters in this story are fictional and depict no one in particular.
This story contains depictions of male/male sex.  If such depictions are
not your interest or will offend you, don't read on.  If you have any
comments feel free to send them to me.
    Mike had a lot on his mind lately.  Three years as a widower had taken
a serious toll on his sex life.  It was only in the last six months or so
that he had started showing any interest in dating and the few women that
he had dated hadn't done much to solve his problem.  It wasn't all their
fault however, since he had been thinking of more then just women lately.
He was 43 years old and with the exception of one brief interlude in
college he had not been with a man.  But he was thinking about it a lot.
The reason he was thinking about it a lot was his next door neighbor.  Mike
had moved to this quiet neighborhood shortly after his wife passed away
hoping the solitude would help heal him.  For the first couple of years the
plan worked well.  The house on one side was in the middle of a double lot
with a high hedge that separated their properties.  On the other side and
the last house on the dead end street before some woods was owned by an
elderly couple who kept to themselves.  However, over a year ago the
elderly husband died and his wife sold the house to move in with one of her
children.  The house was bought by a middle aged divorcee with a teenage
son.  And the first change they made was the installation of a built in
swimming pool.  All last summer they young man spent several hours in and
around the pool.  He had just graduated from high school and was preparing
to enter college on a swimming scholarship.  At the time he proved to be
little more then a curiosity to Mike, doing laps and lounging about.
Occasionally his mother would join him.  She was an attractive woman in her
middle forties, and she filled out a one piece suit nicely.  Her figure
would have been more in vogue before the advent of heroin chic but that was
more to Mike's liking anyway.

    Mike's current dilemma didn't begin until this past spring when his
young neighbor returned home during spring break and as the temperature had
already climbed into the upper 70s, he spent his usual time at the pool.
Mike took notice of his lean wiry frame, smooth skin and skimpy speedo.  He
found it troubling.  He could not deny that his libido had started to
resurface after it's lengthy hiatus but this was not the direction he had
expected it to take.  Working from home did have its perils.  During that
week he often found himself lingering by a window, glancing over into his
neighbors yard, the low hedge on that side no impediment to a clear view of
the pool and it's occupant.  There had been little interaction between mike
and his neighbors that first summer beyond an occasional wave.  Over the
week of spring break it had expanded somewhat since Mike had bought an old
motorcycle and would spend a few hours a day tinkering with it in front of
his garage.  His young neighbor had on several occasions come to the hedge
and look over and chat a bit about motorcycles.  Mike was glad the low
hedge was at least waist high but the closer look at the smooth tight chest
and abs was enough to start his blood flowing.

    So now that summer was here and the object of his interest was back
again, Mike had to once more deal with his confused and intensifying
feelings.  He had finally gotten the old bike up and running and enjoyed
taking it out in the mornings for a ride.  On this particular day as he
rolled to a stop in front of his garage he couldn't help but notice his
young neighbor pulling himself up out of the pool, the muscles in his upper
arms and chest tightly defined with the strain.  As he stoop up, the water
beading on his smooth skin, the skimpy tight racing suit barely containing
a tight bulge and firm ass.  Mike shut down the bike and pulled off his
helmet.  His neighbor looked over and waved and then started walking over.
Perched on the bike Mike couldn't help but see all his young neighbor.  The
smooth skin rippled as muscles worked as he strolled across the grass and
up to the hedge.

    "I see you got it running finally.  Sounds good."

    "Yeah, thanks. It took a while but it was worth it.," Mike said,
concentrating hard on maintaining eye contact.

    "By the way, my name is Stan," the young man said extending his hand
across the hedge.

    "Mike."  Taking Stan's hand he found his grip firm, sure and warm.
Mike felt that familiar blood rush.

    "You spend a lot of time at home.  Are you retired or do you have home
business," Stan asked as they released each others hand.
    "Semi retired with a few things going from home.  Keeps me out of
trouble," Mike replied with a half grin.

    "Nothing wrong with a little trouble now and then," Stan replied, a
little glint in his eye.

    "True, if you can find it."

    They looked at each other for a moment and then Stan's mom called out
to him that lunch was ready.  He smirked.  "Once a mom, always a mom.  Talk
to you later, mike."

    "Yeah, sure."

    Mike watched as Stan walked back to the house, almost mesmerized at the
way his ass muscles flexed and relaxed as he strolled into the house.  He
left his helmet on the bike as he too went into the house, his walking
somewhat hindered by the erection trapped in his jeans.  He didn't remember
them being this tight before.  The next morning dawned bright and clear and
hot.  The temperature had risen overnight and it felt more like August then
June.  Mike went out early to do few yard chores before it got to
unbearable and by mid morning he was sweating profusely.  While on the
other side of the yard he heard a splash and knew that Stan was out for his
morning swim.  He worked his way across the yard so that by the time he was
finishing up and putting his things away in the garage Stan had finished
his laps and was lounging by the poolside.

    "You look a little warm over there Mike.  Why not come over for a dip
in the pool?"

    Unable to think of an excuse why not, and not really wanting to find
one, he shrugged and said,

    "Okay, thanks, I'll go change."  Stan waved and nodded.

    Mike hadn't worn a bathing suit for quite sometime and had no idea
where to look for one so he opted for a pair of cutoff jeans he had laying
around.  He walked around the back of the garage to where a gap in the
hedge allowed him to move from yard to yard if he walked sideways.  As he
approached the pool he saw Stan was already back in, leaning on the side of
the pool with his chin resting on his arms, watching Mike approach.  If
asked Mike would admit to being in okay shape, though in fact he had
maintained a trim physique with well muscled arms, chest and legs.  His
chest and abdomen were covered in a fine layer of hair that matched the
close cut brown of his head.  He tossed his towel on the nearest lounge
chair and walked down into the pool at the shallow end, slowly working his
way into the deeper, cooler water.  He had to admit, after working in the
heat most of the morning, this felt very good.  He ducked his head under
and came up to wipe the water out of his eyes.  Stan had turned around and
was now lazily moving about with just his head and neck above the surface.

    "Glad you could come over.  It gets really boring in here once my laps
are done."

    "Thanks for the invite, this feels great.  Don't you have any friends
to invite over, I'd think they'd give a lot to be able to cool off."

    "Nah, we moved here after I graduated from high school.  Then it was
off to college so I don't know anyone around here that well.  Plus I'm not
good at meeting people.  Look how long it took me to get up the nerve to
talk to you."

    Mike was a little slow to pick up on the message here and frowned a
bit.
  "Why would you be nervous about talking to me?  I figured it was just the
generational thing."

    Stan began to drift a little close.  "Not at all.  I've always found it
tough to talk to new people." Then he paused and drifted back again.
"Especially those I'm attracted to."

    Mike blinked a few times and ran his hand slowly over his face.  "You
find me attractive?"

    Stan nodded, his chin sending tiny ripples through the water.  "Very
much.  I noticed you right away last summer but you didn't seem to be
paying any attention.  Then over spring break you seemed to take more
interest.  So I thought I'd take a shot.  Did I misread anything?"

    Mike had to think for a moment.  He was his chance if he had the
courage to act on it.  "No you didn't.  It has been on my mind quite a lot
lately."

    "It?"

    "You, me, men in general.  The whole thing."

    By this time Stan had backed himself to the side of the pool.  He
reached behind himself and pushed up and out of the water and came to a
sitting position, his legs dangling over the side.  "Maybe this will help
you decide."

    Stan's speedo had a significantly large bulge in the front then normal.
In fact the bulge moved off to the left, a thick lengthy bulge that was
clearly outlined by the thin nylon.
  He leaned back a little to offer a better view.  Mike stared openly at
it, marveling how the shape and definition was so clearly evident.  Stan
looked down and then back at Stan again.  "I'll show you mine if you show
me yours."

    Mike looked towards the house.  "What about your mother?"

    "Gone for the day, won't be back until late tonight."

    To up the ante, Stan let his had move to his crotch, one finger running
up the side of his thick nylon clad cock.  Looking back at the house again,
Mike nodded once and moved toward Stan.  Not wanting to look like he was
just following along, he added a twist of his own.  As he got to within a
few feet of his young studly neighbor, he reached down and undid his jeans
shorts and slid them off underwater.  He then threw them up alongside the
pool.  To give his part of the show he leaned backward until his legs
floated to the surface, his own hard cock laying back along his stomach,
poking above the water.  Stan looked at and let the tip of his tongue wet
his lower lip.  He then hooked a thumb in the waist band of his suit and
pulled it slowly down over the hefty bulge.  Freed of it's constraint the
young man's cock righted itself to stand tall and erect.  Mike judged it to
be at least 8 maybe 9 inches long.  It was nicely thick as well.  Stand
then laid back on the concrete apron of the pool, lifted his hips and slid
the suit to his knees.  Sitting back up he lifted his legs and slipped the
suit down and passed his feet, dropping it on top of Stan's shorts.  He
gave his hard cock a few slow strokes then slipped back into the water.
Mike continued to float with his cock above the surface of the water.
While not as large as Stan's it was still a good six and a half inches long
and only slightly less thick.

    As Stan moved slowly through the water toward him, Mike sank back under
the water to stand on his feet again.  Stan came to a halt less then an
arms length away.  He looked Mike right in the eye.

    "It's great be naked in the water isn't it.  I come out at night
sometimes and do some skinny dipping."

    He let his hand drift forward and lightly brushed over Mike's thigh.
Mike's cock twitched but he didn't pull back.  He had made up his mind and
was committed to following through.  As he felt Stan's fingers brush across
his balls he reached forward and cupped the hot young studs large hanging
balls in his hand.

    "Mmmm, that feels great, Mike.  I'm so glad I didn't scare you off."
Mike simply smiled as you fondled the soft sack and two hard balls inside.
Stan let his hand move up and run his fingers over Mike's hard shaft.
Mike's hand slid up the long thick shaft of his young friend so that just
he palm was touching the underside, pressing the fat cock against the
washboard abs.  They never broke eye contact.  Going for broke, Mike let
his other hand slide around Stan's hip and slide over those taught ass
muscles.  Stan let out a small groan and allowed himself to be pulled
forward.  Their hard cocks made contact first sending an electric spark up
Mike's spine.  Then for the first time he was kissing another males lips.
They were soft, warm and tasted slightly of chlorine but it was the finest
taste he ever found.  They pressed full length against each other, their
hips grinding as they slid their tongues in each other's mouths.  Stan had
his hands on Mike's upper back while Mike used both hands to grasp that oh
so fine swimmers ass.  Both of them moaned into each others mouths.  Stan
had begun to push them ever so slightly backwards until they had reached a
shallow enough section so that they were both knee deep in the water.
Breaking their kiss he slid down Mike's body until he was facing a hard,
twitching cock.  He looked up at Mike and said in a husky voice,

    "I've been waiting for this for a whole year." He promptly slipped his
lips over the head and let his tongue flick around the hole.  Mike tipped
his head back and sighed deeply.  It was the most intense sexual pleasure
he had ever felt and it was only just beginning.  Stan slowly engulfed the
cock in his warm willing mouth as he fondled the heavy balls beneath it.
Mike could only hold the young man's head in his heads to steady himself.
The head began to bob and his hips began to move in sympathetic rhythm.  He
could feel Stan's nose bump against his belly and he knew what it was like
to be deep throated for the first time.

    "Jesus, Stan, you're incredible."  Stan simply looked up and smile with
his eyes, never once breaking his stride.  But Mike wanted his turn too so
reluctantly he pushed Stan's head away and pulled him to his feet.  Kissing
him again he turned them both around and steered Stan to the steps at the
shallow end of the pool.  With some pressure on his shoulders, Stan was
`forced' to sit down so that his torso and cock were out of the water.
Mike settled down between his outstretched legs and eyed that big beautiful
dick wrapping his hand around the base and squeezing it a bit.  Stan
squirmed a little and settled back on his elbows, spreading his legs wide.
Mike leaned in to slowly bring his tongue into contact with a man's cock
for the first time.  He let it slide up the swollen underside of Stan's
erection, guiding the tip to his mouth.  Closing his eyes he let the head
slip past his lips, the thick shaft stretching his mouth open.  He stayed
there a moment to savor the feel, the texture and the taste.  He flicked
his tongue over the head a few times, smiling inwardly as he heard Stan
moan his pleasure.  He let the shaft slide in some more, knowing full well
he would never take it all in but wanting to fill his mouth as best he
could.  When he took all he could he slide back up until just the tip was
there between his lips and then he repeated the trip, down and back, down
and back.  He continued to grip the thick shaft with his one hand, the
other one sliding over the inside of those smooth, muscled thighs or
cupping those hairless heavy balls.  He wasn't sure on long he had been at
it but eventually he felt hands on his head pulling him up and off.

    "Damn, Mike, that feels so great.  You really know how to suck cock,
you must do this a lot."

    Mike laughed and smiled, "Nope, first time."

    "Really?  You're a natural, but I want more of your hot cock.  Let's
put a towel out and do each other.  I want to 69 with you."

    "You got it."

    The two naked men stepped up out of the pool, water glistening on their
skin, their erect cocks bobbing in front of them.  Stan grabbed a large
beach towel off of a lounge chair and spread it out in a spot shaded by the
house.  As he stood up Mrek stepped forward and let his cock slide over the
younger man's firm ass cheeks.  His arms slipped around the narrow waist,
one hand moving up to rub his chest, the other gripping the large cock in a
firm grip.  He let his own cock slip between the taut ass cheeks, his hips
moving to rub it up and down as he gently stroked that amazing dick.  Stan
leaned his head back and groaned softly.

    "That feels sooo good, but I want that dick in my mouth.  Let's lay
down."  They broke apart and laid themselves down in the classic face to
cock position.  With a last look at each others faces they dipped their
heads down and began to orally administer to each others raging erections.
Mike couldn't get enough of the fat head and thick shaft, licking, sucking
and slurping all over it's length and girth.  One hand would stroke the
lower section when he was sucking it and the other played with the heavy
smooth ball sack.  Stan had returned to his expert deep throating,
occasionally slipping out his tongue to like Mike's balls while he had all
six and a half inches buried in his mouth.  The liquid sounds of sucking
were mixed with the deep guttural moans of two men thoroughly wrapped up in
each others pleasure.  Mike could feel that familiar tightening of his
balls telling him that he wasn't going to be able to resist coming much
longer.  He could also see and feel the younger man's balls begin to pull
up closer to the immense shaft, signaling his proximity to orgasm.  He had
no intention of releasing his lip lock on that fabulous cock and was going
to let Stan decide what he was going to do at the moment of release.  Their
sucking became more urgent as they approached closer to the edge.  Then
with a deep grunt Mike gave one last shove and began shooting a heavy load
of cum into the back of Stans throat.  Stan let go of his load before Mike
had shot a third time and it soon overwhelmed the overstuffed mouth of
Mike.  Heavy white cream began to leak past his lips and run down the sides
of his chin.  It was the most intense orgasm Mike could ever recall and it
wasn't just his balls that were drained.  He felt is body loosen and sort
of melt into Stan.  He had let Stan's cock slip from his mouth but he held
the still hard shaft against his face.  As his head cleared he felt is own
cock slip out of Stan's mouth.  They lay on their sides, heads resting on
the others leg, catching their collective breath.  After a few moments Mike
felt Stan pull away a bit and reorient himself so he was now face to face
with his older neighbor.  They stared at each other for a moment then
leaned in for a cum smeared kiss.  They pressed their bodies together, they
semi erect cocks rubbing against each other. Hands slid over sweat
moistened skin.

    "I've waited a long time for that," Stan said quietly.

    "I hope the next time won't be so long," Mike replied.  Feeling a few
twitches from between them both Stan smiled and said,

    "I don't think we will have to wait all that long."


    To be continued.