Date: 11 May 1998 21:22:13 GMT
From: bhamng@aol.com (Bham NG)
Subject: Pool Time By A.C.E. 5/11/98

                                            POOL TIME	

	Birds are a hobby of mine. I've raised everything from finches to macaws and
loved every one of them. I've downsized my menagerie and only have an African
Grey and a pair of Pacific Parrotlets. During the summer months, I keep the
birds on my screened-in balcony, which overlooks the condominium complex pool.
	One morning, I was on the balcony giving the birds their daily dose of
attention. I could hear people down at the pool, but that was just background
noise to me. I rarely pay attention to the going on's down there, since most of
the residents are single mothers and they hold no real attraction for me.
However, on this day, all of that would change.
	I hadn't yet put my contact lenses in, since it was still fairly early and I
had no real plans for the day. I only really need them when I'm driving,
anyway.
	Glancing toward the pool, in the direction where I heard dance music, I could
make out the blurry image of a dark haired body laying on a chaise lounge.
There was no shirt on this body, so I figured it must be a man. I walked to the
bedroom to get my binoculars (I'm block captain for the neighborhood watch
program, and I've got a great view from the bedroom) so I could get a better
look at this rare specimen who had invaded the pool area.
	Upon returning to the balcony, I put the binoculars to my eyes. I looked
toward the pool, but couldn't find him. I could see the boom box next to the
chair he'd been in, so I knew he'd be coming back. I waited a few minutes and
sure enough, he came walking back to his chair.
	WOW! I'd been out of the dating loop for a while, as I'd let my work become my
life, but if I'd have known men like this existed outside the pages of
magazines, I would be unemployed. He was incredible!
	Close to six feet tall, chiseled face and body, dark curly hair (on his chest,
too!), and a butt that was very nicely proportioned. The cut off jeans he was
wearing were short, but not to the point of vulgarity. On another man, these
shorts would be too effeminate, but they fit him so well.
	He lay back down on the chaise lounge and reached behind his head for the
tanning oil. After pouring some onto his hands, he gently massaged it into his
skin, working from the chest down-slowly. When he was through oiling up, he
stretched a little and settled in for a long tanning session. He put his arms
up by his head,  spread his legs ever so slightly and pulled his shorts a
little closer to his crotch. Even though it gave me no more of a view of what
was in those shorts, I sat and watched him for a few more minutes.
	The ringing of the phone pulled me out of my reverie. Right before I answered
it, I half-consciously noticed that I had a slight hard on. As soon as I heard
the voice on the other end, my hard on disappeared. It was the district manager
of the store for which I worked. She needed me to send her the sales figures
for the last two weeks. DAMN! There's a few hours out of my day off! This meant
I had to get dressed and go to work. I was not happy at all. 
	Three hours later, as the sun was reaching it's high point in the sky, I
returned home. The birds were getting hot and they were all screaming. I put my
briefcase on the floor and went to the balcony to move them inside. Again, I
looked down at the pool. Whew! He was still there. Good! I moved the birds
inside and changed clothes. I have a pair of shorts that I wear around the
house (they're not for public display) which have a large hole right about
where my balls hang. Usually, I wear a pair of spandex shorts underneath them,
but it was so hot today, I decided to forego that formality. After all, if I'm
at home by myself, why do I need to cover up?
	I grabbed a Corona from the fridge and sliced up a lime. In this heat, it
would certainly be refreshing.
	I sat at the balcony table and looked at the pool. Still there. He must have
been asleep. The sun had given him some nice color, turning his skin almost
bronze, his head was turned slightly away from me. I looked at his shorts. They
looked like they'd been pulled even closer to his crotch since I'd left. With
my contacts in now, I didn't need the binoculars; I could see detail well
enough without them.
	His crotch looked very inviting. The legs (seemingly by reading my thoughts)
parted even more. I could only stare as his balls and the head of his cock fell
from the confines of those shorts. His head turned, this time toward me. His
eyes were still closed and he licked his lips, replacing the precious moisture
which had evaporated. How I longed to lick his lips for him. 
	My eyes returned to stare at his crotch. He must have been having a very good
dream, because his cock was beginning to swell. Seeing this, mine reacted in
the same way. More and more, his hard on protruded from his shorts; all the
while, he was oblivious to the fact that besides myself, there might be other
people staring at him. My own shorts were beginning to tent, and every breeze
that came through the hole made my cock jump. 
	Right about the time I thought I might spill my load, someone's kid jumped
into the pool, creating a loud splash. It woke the demigod up and made me wish
that child's parents had been infertile. The hunk must have realized that he
was "hangin' out", because when I looked back at him, he was no longer hard and
he was tucked neatly inside his shorts. He stood up, stretched and looked
around. I was still staring at his gorgeous body when I noticed he was looking
right up at my balcony. I could feel my face flush and my heart jumped. I
readjusted myself and pretended to be interested in something on my table. By
the time I'd finally gotten the nerve to look again, he was lying face down on
the chaise lounge, hiking his shorts up to his butt cheeks. This time, his face
was turned in my direction. The sun was casting shadows over his face, so I
couldn't tell if his eyes were open or not. I told myself that his eyes were
closed. I didn't want to take the chance of getting the binoculars- that would
have been too obvious.
	Another hour went by and nothing had changed. By now, my balls were starting
to ache and it looked like there was no end in sight. I wasn't about to give up
watching, though! He began to stir and ended up laying on his side. Once again,
that cock was pushing its way out of those shorts. He stretched and I could see
his hard on throbbing- much like mine was. Still on his side, he reached behind
himself to get a beer out of his cooler. It was a beautiful sight. I reached
down and put my hand in the hole in my shorts. I ran my fingers up and down the
length of my eight inch cut shaft, pausing when I reached the head (already
soaked in pre-cum). He took a swig of his beer and then looked right at me.
There was no getting out of this one, it was too obvious. Caught with my hands
in my shorts. He drank from his beer again and continued looking at me. I was
mesmerized. Such dark, mysterious, sexy eyes. Not missing a beat (or a stroke)
I looked at his crotch again. He was still hard and I could see a glistening
bead of pre-cum on the head of his cock. He put his hand down there and touched
his wetness, bringing his finger to his mouth and licking it seductively. That
was too much. I couldn't hold back any longer. My hips thrusting in time with
the hand stroking my cock, I let out a soft groan and shot my load into my
shorts. It was such a relief to feel the hot stickiness finally, even though my
balls were still hurting.
	 He had a slight smile on his face and I noticed that he was rubbing his own
cock ever so subtly. He pulled it out a little more from his shorts and I could
see it was at least nine inches, cut. He leaned his head back and I could see
him shudder. His load came out in streams on the chair he was in. He shook it
once and then rolled back over on his stomach. Smiling, he gave a small, barely
noticeable wave my way and hiked his shorts up again.
	I was still hard, but the ringing of the phone diminished it. Work again.
They'd caught one of my employees shoplifting and the police wanted to ask me
some questions. Hmm... Men in uniform... Guess I'd better get cleaned up and
head to the store.


                                                     To be continued...   

5/11/98 A.C.E.