This is a fictional story. All characters are adults well over the age of consent. This situation did not happen to me although I wish it had...
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It was a hot summer. The kind of heat that makes you avoid the middle of the day and rethink your approach to life. My normal summer routine was to get up early, go for a run, work in my home office until 5 or 6, and then go to the neighborhood pool to swim some laps. I was in my late thirties and divorced. I was also in the best physical shape of my life, as intense exercise was my way of dealing with the break up of my marriage. I stayed in this suburban neighborhood because it was close to my ex and my children.
Earlier in the year a new family had moved into the neighborhood. They had an adult son who I had met once at a neighborhood gathering. His name was Brad and he had just graduated from college. His parents had moved here from another state while he was in college, a difficult and lonely situation for any young man.
I would often talk with Brad at the pool as I would find him alone reading a book among the busy suburban moms. I would show up for my afternoon swim to find him sitting in the sun on a lounger, we would chat for a bit and I would excuse myself to swim laps. Brad was 22, he had taken a year off to travel abroad and he was interesting and a generally nice guy. Let me describe him for you. He was just short of 6' tall, his build was slender like that a swimmer but more feminine. He had shoulder length straight brown hair that he usually had pulled back in a ponytail. He had fine features, blue eyes, and he was very tan and his body was virtually hairless. He also always wore a Speedo bathing suit at the pool. Usually a shiny black one that left very little to the imagination. This immediately caught my attention as most men his age wore oversized surf shorts.
One day I was finishing my swim when he walked over to the edge of the pool where I was swimming. It looked like he wanted to talk to me so I swam to the edge to meet him. Brad knelt down by the edge, sitting on his heels. When I looked up from the water I found myself looking between his legs at his package. Without thinking I gazed at the shiny nylon that cradled his full balls and restrained what appeared to be an impressive cock. In his Speedo his genital ensemble looked like some exotic fruit ripe for the picking. I was fascinated by the sight.
Brad grinned at me and said, "Hey do you think you could give me a hand with my computer sometime. I just suck at that sort of thing and we both have Macs so I just thought..."
Breaking my gaze away I said... "Yeah, sure, ummm sure, anytime."
Brad grinned at me. He had to know where I was looking. I told him that I would shower and I could come over now and check out his computer. I was embarrassed and aroused all at once.
Lately I had been chatting with some bi men on line, and looking at gay porn. I have to admit that the idea of man-on-man sex had crossed my mind and I had often found myself looking at Brad in his Speedo as an object of sexual desire. I had always dismissed the thought because I thought that I was too old and I had no idea how to go about it. Plus I didn't even know if he was straight or bi, or gay for that matter.
I showered up and left the locker room wearing a pair of running shorts and a tank top. I met Brad on the pool patio and we started the short walk to his house. It was hot and Brad was just wearing a towel over his Speedo like a skirt, flip flops, and a big pair of sunglasses. In the late afternoon sun his body was still shiny from the suntan oil and he looked very feminine and virile all at the same time. He had a great sense of humor and he told some story that had me in stitches. The laughs seem to loosen me up and I was feeling pretty comfortable around him.
We arrived at his parent's house and he invited me in. Walking behind him I noticed how round his ass looked and how dark and smooth the skin of his back. He had a fine line of hair running down his back. It was bleached blonde and looked very sexy against his dark tan. I was getting aroused and I was filled with a sense of animal attraction and confusion at the same time. I imagined what it would be like to take him from behind then stopped the thought.
I thought to myself, "Get it together man, control your horniness!"
"Do you want some ice tea?" He asked, bringing me back to the moment.
I said that tea would be great and after fixing me a glass we went upstairs to his room. His towel remained on a kitchen chair and I followed him upstairs. He was only wearing his Speedo and a pair of flip-flops. As he went up the stairs I had an unobstructed view of his ass, back and thighs and again my horniness started to make my blood boil. The way his glutes and thigh muscles flexed was very sexy as he climbed the stairs in front of me.
Brad told me that his parents were out of town and that this big house was lonely. I told him he needed a roommate. He joked that a roommate with "benefits" would be nice, as he had not been laid since school was out. We both chuckled but the way he stated his horniness again added to my confusion. Was he flirting with me?
He showed me his laptop and the problems he had been having. His screen saver image was a buff man flexing, wearing just a thong. Brad said nothing of it as if everyone had such beef cake on their computer. The image made my mind race, I imagined the possibilities.
I easily found the cause of his computer difficulties. I proceeded to show him how to fix it. Brad had pulled a chair up along side of me and he was leaning over my shoulder to see what I was doing. His chest often touched my shoulder and I could smell the sweet smell of his coconut suntan oil. It was all starting to get to me. I could feel the blood flowing to my cock and it snaking out of my running shorts.
