Everyone mentioned is 18+
My Saturday night wasn't initially going to be anything spectacular, maybe some videogames and a little pot, definitely rub one out and the just vegetate in front of the tv until I nodded off. Plans definitely changed when Mark texted me, inviting me over for a get together with a few other friends to just chill and maybe swim some. Mark and I had been friends since college, meeting in a Lit class freshman year and being thick as thieves since. Now that we were out of school and out in the world, we didn't see each other nearly as much but both made an effort to hang out at least once a month. Jumping up from the couch I changed into halfway decent shorts and snagged my swimming trunks before running out the door and making my way over to Mark's place.
Walking into Mark's house, I was greeted by a group already diving into some beers and booze, Mark and his roommate Derek and a friend of his from work, Aaron. Mark had always kept a lean build, maybe 6' and 160lbs with short brown hair and a killer smile that he always turned on full blast for cute women.
"Hey Zach!" Mark immediately stood up from his recliner to come over and give me a hug. "You want something to drink? We've got some beer in the fridge and a whiskey that's pretty damn good."
"Yeah man, I'll take some whiskey," looking around the room I greeted the other two guys there. "So what we got planned for the night?"
Mark brought over a glass with my whiskey and just smiled at me. "Well we were thinking about hitting the pool if you're down.
"Yeah man! Let's get this going," I took a swig of my whiskey as I made my way to a bathroom to strip and change. Closing the door behind me, I sat my whiskey down on the counter and quickly shed my clothes, standing naked in the middle of the bathroom I did a quick once over in the mirror. I'm 5'10" and maybe 175 lbs and pretty muscular after several years of hitting the gym hard. I'd always been a bit on the hairier side of things since hitting puberty, my pecs covered in a light spattering of blonde hairs that thickened as they made their way down my abs and to my trimmed bush. I always hung pretty big soft, maybe a bit longer than 4 inches and decently thick, my balls always hanging low as hell. With all that, being muscular, blond and with a pretty smile (or so I'm told) you'd think I'd do pretty well for myself but I'm also an awkward fuck so I fumbled more often than I won out when trying to pick anyone up.
Slipping on my trunks, I walked out of the bathroom, immediately met with Derek's bare white ass, him bent over pulling off his shorts. "Oh shit, sorry dude."
Derek jumped, quickly stepping out of his shorts and grabbing his swim trunks before pulling them on. When he bent down to pull the trunks up, I was treated to the sight of his tight muscular ass, lightly covered in a fuzz of light brown hair, his big balls dangling low between his legs, just the hint of his pink asshole peaking out before he stood back up and covered up.
"Sorry man! Thought I'd have enough time to change before you came back. Get used to living with Mark and clothing being optional." Derek blushed slightly when he looked at me, laughing awkwardly.
"No worries dude. I know how Mark is, dude is allergic to clothes I think. Isn't anything I haven't seen before." I kept my tone light, trying to defuse the slight awkward situation. "Where are the other two?"
"Mark already headed out to the pool, Aaron's upstairs changing."
"Cool, then let's head outside!" I snagged my whiskey, took a long drink and walked out on the deck. Mark was already in the water, hanging on the side of the pool and drinking a beer. Grinning, I sat my glass down on a patio table and took a running jump into the pool, drenching Mark.
"You motherfucker!" Mark yelled as I resurfaced, turning and splashing me to get back at me. A brief but brutal splash fight ensued, incorporating Derek when he jumped in with us as well. By the time we calmed down, Aaron had joined us, walking out the backdoor wearing a bright pink speedo.
"Hot damn, nice suit dude!" Mark called out as Aaron walked out, whistling. Aaron was the definition of a twink, maybe 5'6" and 140 lbs with brown hair in a side part and next to no body hair. He seemed to work out, having defined abs and a light pecs that fit his build well. My eyes were immediately drawn to his speedo, his bulge filling the small suit out almost obscenely.
"What, you shove a softball down your suit?" Derek called out teasingly.
"Nah, just blessed!" Aaron's cheeky response was followed by him diving into the pull, him surfacing moments later next to me.
For the next thirty minutes or so we just drifted around the pool, enjoying the evening air and drinking. Conversation was smooth, everyone in the group was pretty chill and the alcohol definitely helped smooth things out.
"Hey Mark, mind getting me a refill?" I called out, holding my empty glass out to highlight the lack of whiskey.
"Yeah man, gotta piss anyway." Mark pulled himself out of the pool, water cascading off his skinny body. He looked around and cursed quietly. "Forgot the towels."
"You're going to make a mess with water everywhere." Derek called out.
"Yeah, yeah." Mark paused for a moment and shrugged, coming to a decision. Bending quickly, Mark dropped his swimming trunks and kicked them off towards a patio table, running his hands over his body to squeegee the water off. His small ass was on display for all of us, fuzzy black hair covering his cheeks.
"Dude, what the hell?" Derek was laughing at the sight, not phased.
"What? If I don't have wet trunks on there's less water that'll drip everywhere." This wasn't the first time I'd seen Mark naked, we'd worked out on a number of occasions and he definitely had no locker room shyness. He was pretty average when soft, maybe 3 inches long with a decent sized bush above everything.
After making another pass to get what water he could off, Mark made his way inside, returning a minute or so later with towels and a case of beer, my glass of whiskey balanced on top of everything, his soft cock slapping back and forth with each step. Luckily I was submerged at the moment, otherwise the bulge in my trunks would have given me away a while ago. Interestingly, Aaron was close by and I could definitely make out the bulge in his speedo had grown some.
Setting down the towels on a nearby chair, Mark dropped the case of beer near the pull edge before diving in.