Date: Thu, 18 Mar 2010 15:34:40 -0400
From: taji.nifty (at) gmail.com
Subject: Nick the Pool Stud : Chapter One

Please note: This is a work of fiction involving gay sex.  Hot, sweaty gay
sex.  If you don't like the idea of a beefy, veiny cock plunging into the
asshole of groaning man, GTFO.  Especially if you live in a community of
crazy-ass Mormons or Baptist Christians.  In that case, move out.  Now.
Oh, and if you managed to get this far into the Nifty Archives without
figuring this out, you should really avoid procreation.  Stupidity may be
genetic.



It was Friday.  I hated Fridays at work.  While all of the hot straight
guys were chasing tail and getting drunk, I was stuck lifeguarding the
octogenarians, the screaming babies, and the ugliest people I've ever seen
that crawl out to the pool on the best night of the week.  Why I signed up
for these shifts, I'll never know.  I was guarding a grand total of 5
people.

About halfway through the late night swim, one of the members of our swim
team, Nick, walked in and waved at me.  I didn't know who he was beyond
that.

"Hey.  What's up?" I realized as I asked him that he was definitely one of
the better looking guys on the team.  He looked like he was a year or two
older than me, with a wide, chisled jaw and bright blue eyes.

"Not much.  Did a lot of sitting on my ass this week; had way too much
homework.  Just came to get a bit of last minute practice in before our
meet next week."

"Nice.  I'll clear a lane for you."

"Thanks."

As I pulled the lane rope out and secured it in the pool, Nick got his
equipment ready.  I grabbed my rescue can and got back up in the lifeguard
chair.  Just in time.

I looked back over, and there he was.  He was wearing a loose shirt, so up
until that moment, he looked like any average guy.  But as he reached up
and pulled the shirt off, I realized that he was no such thing.  He had the
typical build of a swimmer, very slim but densely covered in muscle with
almost no body fat.  More significantly though, he was lightly covered in
thick black hair.  It was thickest on his upper chest, then tapered down to
a thick line running down his stomach, boldly separating the two columns of
abs, then plunging below his beltline.  In essence, his treasure trail
started at his solar plexus.

Then he reached down and unbuckled his belt, which initially suprised me,
as I had expected him to go back to the locker room to change.  But he
quickly revealed that he was wearing only a speedo underneath his jeans.
It had to be the smallest I'd ever seen on a swimmer not at a meet, maybe
one inch on the thighs.  It also showed most of the area directly above his
cock, which revealed that he was a proponent of shaving.

A screaming baby finally tore my eyes away from him, but my mind stayed
with him.  I watched the other swimmers, but him more than the rest, though
I was careful as what I was doing would become obvious given how few people
were here.

As usual, almost no one stayed the full hour, they slowly trickled out
until he was the only one left in the pool.  When he saw this at the end of
a length, he got out and walked up to me.

"Everyone else gone?" he asked, in that great deep voice again.

"Yeah.  That's how it usually ends up."

"Oh.  How much time is left in the swim?"

"About 20 minutes."

"Sweet.  Do you mind if I stay for the whole thing?"

Not if you get naked first, I thought.  "No, of course."

"Can you do me a favor though?"

"What's that?"

"Can you turn the lights off?  I love swimming in the dark."

"Sure. Just don't tell anyone."

He finished the rest of his swim without another word until I told him that
the swim was over.

He started talking to me as we walked towards the locker room and guard
office.

"So I know it's a random question, but why do you work this shift?  I mean,
wouldn't you rather be out partying?"

"I don't actually go out that much."

"Why not?"

I hesitated.  One simple explanation, but it would make any future
friendship awkward.  A lie, but with the attached risk of him smelling
bullshit.

You see, I am a new gay.  I have just started to peek out of the closet in
my senior year of high school, yet I felt pressure to remain where I was.
I attend a catholic high school, and most of the people I know there are
hardcore.  There are a few people who know, but I by no means a flamer.
That's why I'm here.  I avoid social interaction on the pretence of
introversion, where really I just fear getting over-excited or drunk and
saying things I'd wish I hadn't.

"Just personal choice.  Waste of time and money, and I gotta study to get
into university."

He stopped, dead in his tracks.  "No, that's not why. You're gay, aren't
you?"

My heart missed more than a few beats.  What the fuck do I do?

He took my hesitation as affirmation.  To my complete shock, he nodded,
said "Makes sense," and kept walking.

I stood there in a dead shock for a few seconds as he walked into the
change room.  I wasn't sure which I was more confused about; the fact that
he'd known I was gay, or why he didn't think that the guy who had been
staring at his nearly naked body for the last hour was a homo.

I waited for about 10 minutes, then began to clean up in the ladies' change
room, one of my duties.  I figured that the sweet piece of ass would finish
up while I was busy, then I could relax.

No dice.  As I walked 5 minutes later; the shower was still running.  I
rounded the corner thinking he'd left it on when he took off.  Damn my
thinking.

There he was, standing underneath the flow of the shower.  Naked as a jay
bird.  Though I had seen almost his entire body already, this truly
completed the picture.  Nick was just about two inches taller than me, at
around 5' 11".  Unlike me, he had the genetic swimmer's body.  Tall, but a
very thin frame, which he had racked his muscle onto.  He was a sprinter,
so he had absolutely enormous shoulders and tree trunk wide, solid thighs.
His pecs stood out from his chest, towering like two lateral cliffs above
his abs, which rippled in perfect symmetry down his stomach.  The water
rolled over them, plunging past his limp, cut cock.  Holy shit that thing
was beautiful.  Scratch that. His entire body was beautiful.  He was shaved
from the neck down, allowing me visual access to every inch of his pale
skin.

I breathed out, not realizing that I'd been holding it in as my eyes were
feasting on his body.  As silent as I could manage and thankful for the
cover noise of the shower, I began to walk backwards.  I walked to the
door, and opened it much more forcefully, making it bang into the wall to
be sure he would hear me "coming in".  Then I again walked around the
corner to see him grabbing his towel from the pegs on the wall.  He half
turned to me and began to speak.

"Sorry, man. Shower felt so great I must have lost track of the time."

"It's fine with me, but you've been in here for almost half an hour.
Aren't your parents going to be wondering where you are?"

"No, I live on my own now.  My... I had issues with my parents."

"What issues?"

A long pause.  "They kicked me out."

"What?  Why?"

"Let's just say that my parents didn't like my lifestyle."

"Drugs?"  My curiosity was now fully piqued.

"Men."

"Oh.  Sorry to hear that.  Wait, what?"

He brought his hands up from his waist, allowing his towel to fall to the
ground, and pushed me against the wall, pinning my hands with his and
pushing up against me with his bare chest.

"How do you think I pegged you as gay so easily?"  His breath was hot on my
face, his lips inches away from mine.

"Intuition?"  I was so confused, I was totally at the mercy of this pool
stud.

He smiled, then planted a tiny peck on my lips.  Then another one.  On the
third, I followed his face away, and we held the kiss.  He parted his lips
very slightly, I felt it coming, and beat him to it.  After a minute, I
broke the kiss.

"My boss will be pissed if I don't close the place down in about 5
minutes."

"How are you getting home?"

"Walking."  I was completely breathless.

"When do you have to be home by?"

I narrowed my eyes. "Why?"

"I want you to see my place."

I grinned.  "Just let me call my folks."

"I'll be waiting out front."

I turned and half-ran back out onto the pool deck, finishing up as fast as
I could.  I grabbed my shit and locked up, calling my mother as I walked,
telling her that I was going to a party.  Out front, Nick was looking in
his visor mirror, fixing his hair and smelling his breath.  I smiled, and
knocked on the window.  He looked up, completely surprised.  I smiled, and
opened the door.

"Where do you live anyway?"

"Right downtown.  Bachelor pad."

"Just because you can't wait to see me naked is no reason to speak with
poor grammar."

"Can you help me for being just a little excited?  I love guys with your
body type.  I can only get so big.  But look at you.  You are the same
height as me, but you are jacked."

"Alright, now I am hard.  Let's get to your place."

"Are you sure?"

"Drive, bitch!"

He smiled, and we pulled out of the parking lot.

Well, this was Part One.  Part Two will be exciting, I promise.  Please
send comments/complaints/flames to taji(dot)nifty(at)gmail.com, and throw
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