Just back from my freshman year of college, I come home to an empty house. My parents had been on an anniversary vacation I wasn't invited too.
In college, I began to find myself. I started partying, working out, nailing girls left and right. I finally had confidence.
My body was tall and slightly muscular. I had a decent set of abs and a nice patch of peach fuzz around my pecs. My arms were not bulky, but were shaped well. My cock was nothing to brag about, yet nothing to worry about at 6.2 inches. Comfortable with my body I now took my shirt off when I cut my neighbors' grass.
It was a blazing hot day. Sweat was dripping down my back and chest as I moved the mower up and down the yard with all my strength. All the neighbors were inside except for one.
My neighbor, Jim, across the street from where I was, was on his driveway washing his car. Jim was a father of two girls and divorced, but he was rich as hell. He was shirtless like myself, but not the same body. The 45-year-old man had hulking arm muscles that flexed when he moved one ever so slightly. His right arm was covered in tattoos and so was his back. He had an almighty hairy chest and an almighty hairy six-pack of abs. He often moved up and down showing off his hot round ass and muscular calves. As for his face, he had brown eyes, a big nose, facial hair, and spiky black hair.
I was never gay and never thought of a man sexually, but I knew Jim was fucking hot.
All of the women adored him and all of the men envied him. All I thought at that time was the fact that he was just a nice guy.
Mowing the lawn, I had the feeling I was being watched. I'd occasionally look over my shoulder and Jim would turn his head away towards his car.
Was he looking at me? Does he recognize me?
I had just finished and decided to walk over to him.
"Would you like any help, Mr. Rhodes?"
"Hey, Scott, you certainly grew into your body since you left for college?"
He looked up and down as if he were checking me out.
"Actually, if you don't mind, I could use help," he said.
So I grabbed a sponge and washed the car with him. We talked about my studies and how things were going for each of us.
At one moment washing the lower part of the car I saw him checking out my ass. I looked back at him and he pretended to be looking up.
"Well, I think that will do it," he said. "Thanks for your help, Scott. I know your bored by yourself at home, so... If you want you can borrow a swimsuit and swim in our pool. The girls aren't home or anything, but I'd just thought you might want to..."
At first, I was a little confused, but I accepted his offer. After all it was fucking hot as balls.
He led me inside and up to his bedroom. He went into his closet fishing around for trunks even though I offered to go in my shorts.
He gave me a pair and led me to his bathroom.
I dropped my pants and put his on. I notice some women panties in the corner of the bathroom. I also noticed some oil lubricant on a shelf nearby.
I just thought 'what a player.'
I walk out of the bathroom and out to his backyard. There he was on his diving board wearing nothing but a speedo and his long- probably 8 inch- schlong was noticeable. He winked at me and did a front-flip into the pool revealing his hairy bubble-butt.
I jump in and swim around. He threw a beach ball at me and I hit it back. We each continued the action chatting up a storm about sports, movies, and you name it.
Somehow we got closer and our little game of catch turned into smear the queer. Each of us tried to get the ball off each other. He tucked the ball into his chest as I jumped on his back.
I reached for the ball as he chuckled and showed off how much stronger he was than me.
I finally caught a hold of the ball which he seemed to have just let up.
"Oh, I'm hungry, you want a hot dog?" he asked me.
I accepted as he got out of the pool showing me the top of his hairy ass-crack. I followed him out onto his deck where he put the food on the grill. I don't know why but I couldn't keep my eyes off of him.
I sat in a chair as he stood and grilled the food. He lay four hot dogs on a plate and grabbed two beers and put them on the table.
"Umm... I'm 19," I said.
"Oh, shit. That's right I keep thinking it's 18, the drinking age. Well I'm sure you already had one."
He offered it to me. And I took it.
What a cool guy, I thought.