So, there I was -- a straight, 21-year-old college senior -- bent over the kitchen counter in the home of a 37-year-old married neighbor, getting my ass plowed for the very first time.
Interested in learning how I managed to find myself in that position? Then READ ON!
My name's Jim -- 'Swimming Jim' to my buddies -- and, as I'm sure you've already guessed, I'm an avid swimmer. I took to the water at a young age and have been competing on school swim teams with a fair amount of success ever since. Naturally, I've developed the typical swimmer's build -- long, smooth body with a v-shaped torso and tight, lean muscles. I have blue eyes and blonde hair (yep, even my pubes) and I tan pretty easily -- about the only place I'm not tan is where I'm covered by a swimsuit, so I generally have a distinct, pale stripe of skin across my groin, hips and butt.
It was the summer before my senior year of college and I was up at my parents' house on the Cape for vacation. Our next-door neighbor, Gary (who, incidentally, is hung like a fucking horse), was renovating his house while his wife and kids were away and my mom had decided to offer him some assistance -- me. I'd only known Gary casually up to this point, since there wasn't much for a kid and thirty-something father of two to talk about at family barbecues, but I'd always liked him -- he seemed pretty cool -- so I didn't mind giving him a hand. And a fuck-hole, as it came to pass.
Gary's a big, hairy guy -- about my height, 6'3" -- and is in really great shape. Despite being pretty laid-back, he has the appearance of someone who could, with minimal effort, beat the fucking hell out of you. He's an ex-marine, so I guess that has something to do with it. He came over one afternoon and asked if I would help him out the following day.
And so, we now move on to the series of events that led me into taking his dick up my ass...
I went over to his house early the next morning and was greeted at the door with a knuckle-crunching handshake. "It's going to get really hot today," he told me with a smile. I thought he was referring to the weather, but, given what occurred later on, he might've meant something else entirely.
It was already pretty warm inside the house. Gary said he didn't want to run the air while we were working because dust and debris might get into the vents and clog the filters or something. I shrugged and said it was fine -- I actually rather enjoy working up a sweat.
Our first job was to install about five light fixtures around the house. Each time, it was the same thing -- I held the fixture while Gary connected the wires. Since I had nothing to do but hold the fixture up beside him on the ladder, my mind began to wander. I initially started thinking about school and what I wanted to do while on vacation, but after a while, I found my thoughts had turned to noticing Gary's physique. He had on a worn, sleeveless t-shirt, so it was pretty plain to see that the guy is BUILT. A few times, I caught myself staring into his armpit. That might sound a little weird, but the fact is, for most of the morning, it was pretty much right in my face. Maybe it's just me, but if something's right in my face then I'm gonna look at it. Each armpit had a thick nest of dark hair that was becoming matted with sweat as the morning progressed. I have to admit that I actually kind of liked the smell of it.
After the lights were up, we moved to the hall bathroom to install a new vanity and sink. That's when I guessed that Gary wasn't wearing any underwear. His loose-fitting shorts sat real low on his hips, exposing a tuft of dark pubic hair every time he raised his shirt to wipe the sweat from his forehead. I also noticed, while glancing down at his shorts, that he had an ample bulge there. Little did I know that I would soon find out just how ample that thing is.
After the sink was in and the plumbing was hooked up, we headed to the back porch for a short lunch break. Gary showed me the pool they had recently installed in the backyard and said I could come over whenever I wanted to use it. The sun was almost at its highest point in the sky by this time and the humid heat was becoming mildly oppressive.
Between bites of the sandwiches, I mentioned that I had noticed some of the aquariums he had around the house. He told me that he breeds fish and grows coral as a hobby and that he'd take me around to show me after we were done.
We finished lunch and went on to install new cabinets in the kitchen. Having previously exhausted all familiar topics of conversation -- family, school, swimming -- we began to make our way into new, personal territory.
"You got a girlfriend?" he asked me, somewhat out of the blue. I told him that I had dated a girl at the beginning of the school year, but with classes and meets and all that, it got to be too much of a hassle. He chuckled. "I know what that's like," he said. "Women take a lot of effort." There was a slight pause and then he asked nonchalantly, "So, you been getting any since?"
I laughed and told him that I hadn't.
"You must be pretty pent-up, then."
I was kind of surprised by his inquisitiveness, but decided to go along with it. "Nothing I can't take care of by myself," I said.
He smiled at that. "I hear ya."
I was glad for the unexpected opportunity to speak frankly with him. He struck me as someone who probably knew more about sex than I did, to be honest, so I figured I could probably learn a few things from him. "What about you?" I asked. "You gettin' any?"
He smiled and shook his head. "Not in a long while," he said with a sigh. "It's tough when you have kids. Not a lot of free time. Plus, my wife's been in a perpetual state of exhaustion for about a year now and seems to have lost interest in sex. But that happens sometimes. I guess, for women, their sex drive kind of ebbs and flows more than it does for men. Me, I'm always up for it." He laughed. "So, yeah, I often have to take matters into my own hand, as well. But that only helps so much."
Growing up, I'd always kind of looked up to him and that feeling returned now, except -- there seemed to be a little more to it than just that. It sounds odd, but, for the first time, I was now looking at Gary as a sexual being. Sometimes, if you've known a person for a long time or if you've only known them casually, you don't really see them as such. But Gary has an obvious air of sexuality about him -- something I never realized before. I suppose that's why I'd always been drawn to him -- I think all men are drawn to that kind of virility, whether conscious of it or not. It's validating to your own.
And, believe it or not, thinking all this, I suddenly started to get HARD. I can't explain why, really -- I just did.
