I tapped my knuckles against the wooden door before stepping back and waiting. Chris swung the door open wide and greeted me with a smile. He and I had been best friends since we were little. We'd been inseparable ever since he and his family moved in a couple of streets over from me and my mother.
"Holy shit, it's hot out here," he said. He wore blue swim trunks that went down to just above his knees. His leaned frame, cut by our hours of dedication to the wrestling team in high school, looked even better than I'd remembered. He'd gone to a D3 school a few hours away to wrestle. I'd gone to a large university to be in a populous college town but wasn't good enough to make the team. I did find a competitive club team though that kept me in shape.
"Yeah, it is. Now move out of the way so I can get to the pool," I responded with a smile.
Chris and I walked through the sliding glass doors onto the back deck looking over the pool. The blue water sparkled as the sun burned overhead. I immediately shed my shirt and jumped into the cool, refreshing water.
I turned around just in time to see Chris cannonball into the deep end. He flipped his dark hair as his head breached the surface. He slowly swam, then walked into the shallow end toward me.
After my wettest dreams and most powerful orgasms began containing the images of other men, I realized I was gay. I hadn't been open about it to anyone until I got to college. I decided to introduce myself there as the real me and was surprised by the acceptance I received.
I knew Chris was straight. He told me so many times and always talked of women that he crushed on. The morning after he lost his virginity, I was there listening to him recount every second.
There was a time that I thought I was in love with Chris. But I later realized it was lust. He had been the first guy I'd seen naked other than myself. I was fascinated with his body just because it was different than mine. My father died when I was very young, so Chris was really the only other male influence in my life. Well, he and his father.
Mr. Bryant was like a father to me as well. As it was only me and my mother, who worked nights as a nurse, I frequently found myself over at the Bryant's. His parents treated me like one of their own.
Chris reached the end of the pool where I was sitting on the edge. The cool water in the warm sun gave me chills.
"Damn, this feels good," Chris said, running his fingers through his wet hair.
"I missed this place. It's good to be home. And it's good to see you, Drew," he said while lightly punching my thigh.
"It's good to see you too, dude," I said.
Chris suddenly jumped backward. Fully submerged, he swam toward the other end of the pool. It fell silent until the sound of the lawnmower, distant at first, grew louder.
I turned to look toward the side of the house. Mr. Bryant was shirtless, pushing the mower up the slight incline from the garage.
He and his son looked a lot alike in some ways. They both had dark, wavy hair although Mr. Bryant's was graying. He also had a trimmed beard and mustache that contained specks of gray. His body wasn't as cut as Chris', but I would have described him as buff. Buff and hairy.
Mr. Bryant pushed the mower up past the edge of the raised pool. He lifted his head and our eyes met. He looked surprised, then smiled, before waving to me and continuing into the backyard.
I felt a shifting response in my shorts as Mr. Bryant's 6'2" frame passed in front of me. I looked down to see my dick slowly expanding across my lap. I quickly slid off the edge of the pool and back into the water. I swam over to the deep end where Chris was treading water.
We chatted about our college experiences since we'd last seen each other. We'd both gone on separate spring break trips, and each had wild stories to tell. Chris had won D3 nationals with his team, so they went on a bender in Mexico for a week to celebrate. He told me about the tourists he'd fucked as well as a few locals. All women of course.
I had gone to Miami with a few friends I'd made. My friends were both gay too, but I left that part out of the story. The trip was a sexual awakening for me. I fucked many men and got fucked by many more men. I was inexperienced and my friends convinced me to let loose. I replaced the men with women in the tales of my exploitations.
After treading water for so long, I'd finally willed my penis down to its flaccid state. Not that it lasted long, as I could hear the mower suddenly stop, and Mr. Bryant appeared on the deck beside the pool.
"It's great to see you again, Drew," he said to me.
"You too, Mr. Bryant," I said, surprised my voice sounded normal.
His hairy chest was matted down with sweat. His thick pecs heaved with each deep breath, and I could see his abs clearly with the fine droplets magnifying the sun's rays. His wet, salt-and-peppered hair dripped onto his handsome face. He wore khaki shorts that were nearly soaked through at the top.
My mouth began watering as I continued to tread water.
At 44, he was in better shape than most guys I went to college with. I had been with a few older men by that point -- all of them during the spring break trip. But none of them had a body like Mr. Bryant.
My penis began responding again and I stayed in the deep end to make sure it wasn't too obvious.
"Beautiful day for a swim, boys," Mr. Bryant said as he stretched his arms above his head, exposing his hairy, sweat-soaked pits.
"Mind if I join you?" he said.
"Come on in," Chris said with a wave of his hand above the surface.
Mr. Bryant suddenly hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts and quickly slid them down his toned, hairy legs. He stood up for a moment to hang them over the deck railing and I feasted my eyes on his fully naked form.
Naturally, my gaze went straight to his manhood. It hung down past his big balls. His floppy cock was longer than my erection. His bush was fuller than mine but still trimmed like my own. I scanned up his ripped body before making eye contact again.
Chris, who had been facing me, turned around and saw his dad in his birthday suit.
"Oh, what the hell, Dad?" he bemoaned. I could tell he was embarrassed. Little did he know that I was eating it up.
"What, son? We're all men here," his father said. "It's a boys weekend."
His wife, Mrs. Bryant, was out of town visiting her parents that weekend. Mr. Bryant stepped forward and splashed into the water a few feet from me. His naked body disappeared for several seconds.
Chris turned back to me and said, "Sorry, man. This is embarrassing."
I laughed as casually as I could and said, "Don't worry about it."
Mr. Bryant broke through the surface and flipped his hair just as his son had. He swam over towards us and began asking me about college life.
We talked for a while and made our way to where we could stand. Chris eventually calmed down and I think both of us had forgotten his father was naked. That is until he walked over to the edge and pulled himself out. He sat on the edge with his legs spread. My eyes were nearly level with his impressive package which hadn't shrunk much in the cooler water.
I swallowed hard as Chris said, "Oh shit! What time is it, Dad?"
"Ten to five," he said as he glanced down at his watch. I regrettably tore my eyes away from his masculine body to look over at Chris.
"Dude, we told the twins we'd be ready at five," he said.
"Oh yeah, that's right," I said remembering we had planned an online gaming session with our friends from high school.
