It had been three weeks since I last saw Al when we were pleasuring one another in the enclosed porch at my home.
Work was busy for both of us that summer. And i was on a family vacation, too. He worked construction and I was still at the grocery store, earning money before my freshman year in college.
Then one day - back in the days before cell phones - a familiar car pulled up to me in the store parking lot where I was gathering shopping carts.
"Hey, stranger," Al said with a smile.
"None stranger than you," I replied as we both laughed.
Sitting behind the driver's seat, Al extended his right hand and shook mine. I had a flashback of the last time that big hand was velvety smooth as he stroked my cock and massaged by balls during one of his amazing blowjobs.
"How was vacation? Did you like Florida?" he asked.
"Didn't like it. Loved it," I said. "The weather was perfect and nothing beats the beach."
"Bet you saw some great views on the beach. And the girls weren't bad, either," Al replied with a smirk. "Give you any ideas?"
"Al!" I exclaimed, looking around to see if anyone was in earshot. Seeing nobody near, I smiled.
"Yes, I suppose there are few things folks can do on a beach," I said as I felt my cheeks blushing while I envisioned he and I in the moonlight on a blanket enjoying one another as we had before.
Snapping out of my fantasy, I asked "what's up?"
"Well, I know you like our pool. And your dad told me he and your mom are doing one of their overnight getaway weekendst. Care to stop by and splash around a bit?" he asked.
"That does sound good. What can I bring?" i asked.
"How about yourself and a bag of chips?" he said.
"Al, does your wife mind me coming over?" I asked.
"Beverly? Oh, she doesn't mind one bit. She'll be up in Michigan visiting her sister. She leaves tomorrow bright and early," Al said.
I said nothing, but just smiled in return, thinking it could be a very interesting Saturday night.
We talked a bit more, just basic stuff about our families and summer plans, etc. It was late June and the summer was heating up in more ways than one, I thought.
After he drove away that Friday afternoon, I kept thinking about being in the pool with Al.
That's where he had noticed me a few years ago on a family get together. And it's also where he had caught my eye in a way that suprised me.
After work that night when I was home, the house quiet around midnight, I started picturing what could happen Saturday night. Thinking of he and I in the pool, I imagined us having all kinds of fun.
Of course, being 18 and always horny, my cock soon stiffened and i had to take care of things. I spit on my hand for lube, laid back in the bed where Al and I had lots of fun just a few weeks earlier, closed my eyes and slowly began stroking.
That's not as good as the real thing, but it's okay in a pinch. Soon enough, my cock got even harder - a tip off i was ready to shoot - and then began spurting cum high into the air, landing on my chest and belly.
"If Al was here, my cum would be in his mouth," I thought as I was savoring the sensations of my orgasm coursing through my body.
Dragging a finger through the jizz pooled on my chest, I tasted it.
"Mmm, no wonder he swallows," I thought.
After seeing my folks off on their trip Saturday morning, I had a eight-hour day at the grocery store. Being a lovely summer day, I didn't mind being outside collecting carts. I must say, my thoughts were on the pool that evening at Al's house, just a few blocks away.
We had planned for me to stop by when I got out of work, which was 7 p.m. Al told me to bring a change of clothes and my swimsuit.
I walked over from the store, knocked on the door and was greeted by my smiling family friend. He was in a T-shirt and bathing suit.
"Hey, Gary, great to see you," he said. "Bet you need to cool off after working all day. You know where the bathroom is."
I nodded and headed there, my bag of clothes with me. I hoped into the much needed shower, which i set on tepid, and enjoyed the soap and waters rinse away of day of sweating at the store.
After I got out, I dried off and tossed on a T-shirt and swimsuit, I ran my fingers through my long hair, and walked down the hall, through the kitchen and out to the deck that was beside the pool.
There was Al, grilling some steaks for our dinner.
"Impressive," I said. "It's just me."
"Ah, but you are a special guest," he said as he expertly grilled the steaks. "There are beers in the cooler."
I grabbed one for me and one for him. We opened them and toasted, the bottles clinking as they met.
"Here's to a fun night," I said.
Al smiled, a gleam in his eye that told me plenty of fun was in store.