I am a senior in high school, and my name is Greg. I have kind of a slight build, which means I'm a bit smaller than guys my age. I have a young-looking face, which helps me with the ladies, but also gets me a fair amount of attention from the guys who fancy that sort of thing. I would call myself heterosexual, and would not have considered going anywhere with a dude. Well, not until a few days ago.
My main interest is video production, which means I like to make movies. My school is lucky enough to have a video lab, but it is only open when there is a teacher on duty in the lab. I would love to get my hands on that equipment, so I can teach myself all that great technology. Well, I thought I could work out a deal with the teacher in charge of the lab, Mr. West. I approached him on the subject, and he took my number, and said he'd call me so we could discuss possibilities.
A few days passed, but Mr. West did call. We set up a time for me to come over his house. He said we could work out our deal there, and relax a bit, get to know each other, since we'd be working closely if I were to be spending a lot of time in the lab.
On the drive over, I was exhilarated to think that I would have free-reign over the video lab, to make all the kooky movies I wanted. I guess you could say I'm an artistic sort of guy. I pulled into the driveway, and was surprised at how big his house was. He invited me in, and we chatted a bit. Surprised again, he said he had no family that lived with him in this big house. While I was eager to work out the details, he convinced me to sit down with him to watch some of his work. He was rather good at what he does. His movies have a great depth, something I could hope to achieve.
After a few short films, he suggested we take a swim. Now, it was an uncharacteristically hot day for this time of year, so I was game, but, of course, I didn't have a swim suit. "I've got a pair that I think will fit you," he said, sizing me up with is eyes. He left the room momentarily to fetch the trunks. He returned, and I retreated to the bathroom to change. I shucked my shorts and t-shirt off, and then my boxers. I hadn't noticed until now how small these swim trunks really were, or that they didn't have the customary netting. I slipped on the shorts for the fit, and the waist was comfortably snug (I have a narrow waist), but the legs were very short, showing off much of my thighs. Also, they did little to hide my dick. Even in it's soft state, the tight trunks bulged with my boy-hood. But I was sweating with the heat, and decided that it wasn't that important.
I returned to the living room, where Mr. West had already changed into his trunks. I followed him out to the deck, and we both dove into the pool. It felt so good to cool off. We goofed around for a while, then got out. The wetness caused my suit to cling to my crotch and ass, leaving little to the imagination. I was rather embarrassed, so I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my waist.
After a bit more time spent sitting, talking in the sun, Mr. West said, "Have a seat in the lounger. Take that towel off, so your shorts can get dry. Relax for a while!" The sun did feel good on my near-naked body. The warmth even penetrated to my cock. I lay back and closed my eyes for a while, soaking up the sun's heat.
"You have a nice body. Your rather fortunate that nature has blessed you with such beauty." I opened my eyes, and Mr. West was admiring my pale form. My thin legs sprouted from the skimpy shorts, a light covering of hair on them. My abdomen was tight, from youthful activities, and thin line of dark hair led from the waistband on the shorts to my navel. Aside from that, I have virtually no distinguishable body hair. My chest is smooth, and my thin arms have only the faintest trace of hair. Of course, I have a bit of coverage on my underarm, but even that is less that what I see from other guys my age. This may sound conceited, but I do have to admit, I can see where Mr. West gets his compliments. My boyish features and proportions mixed with a developing teenage body, it's no wonder I get so much attention, from both sexes.
I turned my gaze to rest on Mr. West. He was a well-developed man. He didn't have any of the flab of men in their middle-ages. He had a light dusting of dark hair over his toned body. As a matter of fact, he was on the verge of what I would call muscular, but still slim. His biceps and pectorals were noticeably well-developed.
I moved my eyes over the older man's chest, and down his tight abdomen. It was then I noticed his shorts were sporting a tent. I passed it off on the warm sun rays. I felt a stirring in my on crotch at the warm wetness of the shorts.
"Let's head in," he said. "I have an idea how we can have some fun." I lifted myself off the deck furniture, and followed him inside. As we passed through the doorway, he brushed a hand against the side of my shorts, his thumb touching my dick, confined in the material of the trunks. "Those are pretty dry. Don't worry about changing." I was actually looking forward to putting on something a bit less revealing, but I just followed him back into the living room. I took a seat on the couch, while he popped another video into the VCR. He sat next to me, and started the tape.
