Summer with Mr. Myers

This story and its characters are entirely functional. All characters featured in the story are above the age of 18. This story is intended to be read by a mature audience (for those over 18 or the legal limit). Massive thanks to Larry Lancaster for helping me edit and correct my many grammatical mistakes.

Chapter 1

When Mr. Myers, his best friend's dad came out of the house, Will had no clue what was about to happen; that a chain of events was about to change his life. Will had been relaxing by the pool, playing with his PSP while Matt, his best friend, was back in the house, pulling together some snacks.

"Hey, Will, everything alright?" Mr. Myers called out, closing the glass doors behind him. His short, salt-and-pepper hair shone in the bright sun.

"Hi Mr. Myers, yeah, all good. Matt's just gone off to get some snacks," Will replied politely, silently pleased that he had kept his sunglasses off. There had always been something incredibly hot about Matt's dad, Pete. He had never confessed to Matt that he had the hots for his dad, or for older men in general.

That was a secret he was keeping close to his chest. Matt was accepting when Will had come out to him but if he knew the depth of his attraction (actually, it was probably better referred to as an obsession), he knew it would cause problems. During their last sleepover, Will found ample opportunity to either sneak into Pete's bedroom and sniff at his underwear or their laundry basket to find a pair of briefs that were a little more ripe with sweat and Pete's manly musk. Will hadn't quite found the courage to steal a pair of briefs yet.

"How are classes at Northwestern? Still on the water polo team?" Matt's dad said, taking the lounge chair next to Will and laying out a towel on it.

"Great, it's a lot to absorb but the teachers are great and all. Yeah, still on the team - we won our last couple of matches and took 2nd place this year at regionals, so I'm really happy about that," Will replied, keeping an eye on Mr. Myers as he stretched out his 6 foot 2 body on the pool chair.

"Nice, you're a good kid, Will. I wish Matt had some of your athletic skills, instead, he's busy creating some next-generation art and probably hanging out with hippies and smoking weed all day," Matt's dad replied, smiling gently so that it was clear that he was telling a joke. Anyone who had ever seen the two of them interact could tell that there was a lot of mutual love and respect between father and son. Matt's parents had divorced a few years back, and they both amicably agreed that Matt should live with Pete to avoid disrupting his school and friends with the fortnightly visit to his mum upstate.

"As if! We both know it would take a lot of work to convince Matt to smoke a joint, you know how he is. A huge stickler for rules," Will replied, grinning.

"That he is," Pete said proudly. "You boys have the right idea for today; weather is great for lazing out in the sun. It's been a week." He sat up and took off his white polo shirt to reveal a toned but not excessively ripped chest. It was covered with a nice rug of salt-and-pepper chest hair and Will's mouth instantly went dry and hungry. He reached for his glass of ice water to cover up any drool that might have escaped his mouth.

They didn't have men like this back at Northwestern. Actually, that was a bit of a lie. They did have quite a few attractive teacher assistants and professors, and sure, Will may have fooled around with a couple but nothing quite compared to Mr. Myers--

hot damn.

Using the dark sunglasses, Will checked out Pete's body. He was covered by the sexy chest hair, and his large pecs were decorated with dark nipples that were the perfect size to lick and nurse at. This all trailed down towards a pair of shorts that hid an ample bulge.

Shit, was that a twitch?

Will quickly glanced at Pete's face but it betrayed nothing.

"Say, Will, would you mind rubbing some of this sunscreen on me?" Mr. Myers's voice rang out. "I've got a company dinner tomorrow night and can't be a bright red tomato now can I?"

Will swallowed a gulp in response. He was grateful that the speedos he had under his shorts were tight and currently shielding his semi-hard cock.

"Sure, Mr. Myers", he responded with a nod. Will walked over and

fuck

, he could feel his temperature and heart rate rise as he approached Pete's body. Taking the bottle of sunscreen from him, he applied a generous amount of the lotion onto his shoulders.

Will had to quickly resist groaning in response to the feeling of the muscles and skin underneath his hands. He knew Mr. Myers had been a wrestler in college but then had transitioned to CrossFit over the last two decades, and the proof was in the pudding. Or more like, no pudding - despite not having the low body fat percentage that Will had, Mr. Myers's body was pure solid muscle.

He continued to spread the sunscreen over Mr. Myers's shoulders, then down his muscular arms, and then down his lower back, just stopping above his shorts.

"There, I think that's your back all done now!" Will said, gently slapping his hands on Pete's shoulders as a way to finish off the task.

"Thanks, buddy, I'll do my front and my legs," Mr. Myers said, squeezing Will's right hand in gratitude and then stood up. He then proceeded to shuck off his shorts, revealing a white Speedo. Will tried his hardest not to look down and he knew that he should walk back to his chair, but he was entranced.

He watched Mr. Myers apply sunscreen to his pecs and abs; the thick white lotion slowly disappearing into the chest hair and in response, Will's cock began to harden quickly. This was slowly becoming a fantasy come true. He stood stunned and obsessed with Mr. Myers's actions as he continued to apply more lotion onto his body, now moving to his thick thighs and calves.

Will's mouth was getting drier by the minute as he watched Mr. Myers rub the sunscreen onto his legs, occasionally brushing the edges of the white Speedo. His eyes, protected by his dark sunglasses, devoured all of it, the massaging, his fingers all over his body, the fingers that Will wished were his own but weren't. He wished that it could be more than just fingers but instead, his lips and tongue. Especially brushing against the bulge and balls around those white speedos.

The bulge had definitely thickened up considerably from just a few moments ago. He couldn't stop staring at Mr. Myers's lump, it was incredibly bewitching.

"Hey Will!", Matt's loud voice broke through his trance, giving him a jump. He quickly looked up at Mr. Myers's face and was embarrassed to see those bright blue eyes staring back at him.

Fuck, did he know?

Did he know that Will had just been eye-fucking him this whole time?

"Err- Yeah?", Will said, turning his attention back towards the house where Matt was putting on a pair of shoes.

"I'm really sorry, but Gabi just called. She wants my help with something, so I need to head over for a bit." Gabi was Matt's girlfriend. They had got together in their last year at high school and so far, had survived their first year apart, doing a long-distance romance.

"Oh sure, that's fine. I'll just chill here until you get back," Will replied.

"Don't worry, son. I'll keep Will occupied," Mr. Myers said.

Shit. Was that meant to be a hint? Or is my lack of blood in my brain with the surge of blood towards my erection causing me to misinterpret everything?

"Thanks, Dad. See you both later for dinner. Shouldn't be too long," Matt said, calling out the last few words as he closed the front door behind him.

"Well! I'm going do a couple of laps in the pool," Mr. Myers said, standing up and his 6-foot-2 frame towering above Will's 5-foot-11. He walked towards the pool, giving Will the best view of his muscled ass, framed beautifully in the white swimsuit. It was glorious.

His dive into the pool broke Will's attention, shaking his hand from the lust-induced stupor he was in.

Fuck

, this wasn't good. He was way too turned on. He needed a drink desperately and a vicious splash of ice water on his face.

Back in the kitchen, he grabbed a bottle of beer from the fridge, and then upon further reflection, took another bottle. Mr. Myers would probably want one. He splashed his face with water from the kitchen sink. The coldness of it was refreshing, and began cooling down his libido. Will took a deep breath, trying to keep his lust and sex fantasies at bay. This perving had to stop. Especially not on his best friend's dad.

After a few minutes and satisfied that he managed to will his boner down to a softer, more manageable state, he grabbed the two beers and walked back to the poo. But the sight that greeted him stopped him in his tracks.

Mr. Myers was climbing out of the pool, laps all done, and the water was now slowly cascading down his burly chest and dripping down those toned legs. The white speedo, now wet, was now essentially see-through, revealing a thick (god-almighty, was it thick) bulge and a considerably large and heavy set of balls.

Will felt his body temperature skyrocket by several degrees, and his previously soft cock had now returned to a raging boner.

Jesus!

"Will?" Mr. Myers's voice rang out.

Shit. Will snapped his eyes to his face and instantly felt guilt at being caught looking. But Mr. Myers didn't seem angry. Instead, a look of amusement decorated his face.

And then he winked.