I took my usual seat at the bar and took my first sip of beer. It's been a long week and it's been unusually hot. My apartment has no AC so there was no point in hurrying home. Another regular pulled up the seat next to me and we enjoyed some small talk while we sipped our beers. Peter mentioned that he didn't mind the heat so much because he has a pool at home.
I was thinking to myself that I really wish he'd invite me over because I'd really enjoy a cool swim. The sweat was pooling below my armpits and dripping down the back of my neck. I really wished for an opportunity to cool off.
We had another beer and he slowly looked up and asked "hey Johnson, you want to come over for a swim and watch some porn with me?"
I was shocked. He was right there looking me in the eyes. I'm sure my face looked like a deer caught in the headlights.
Right at that moment his blue eyes began to take on a whole new aura. It was like looking into pools of water while my mind was spinning out of control. In that split second I was thinking thank god he's invited me for a swim and I was also thinking "watch porn with me????!!" Did he really say that?
As I contemplated the question I thought to myself... I really want to swim and I really do enjoy watching porn. He knows that. We've talked about porn before. What harm could come from swimming and watching some porn with a buddy?
I swallowed hard, pushed my glass back and answered "sure, I'd like that."
We paid our tabs and I followed Peter back to his place.
He opened the door and I went up the stairs first. When I reached the top I saw his living room to my right and the kitchen and family room to the left. Directly ahead were the glass sliders to the courtyard and his beautiful pool!
He caught up to me, grabbed me by the arm and said "come on, let's get cooled off!"
We went through the doorway and stepped onto the patio.
"It's completely private out here so we won't need trunks" he said as he pulled his shirt over his head, dropped his trousers and jumped into the pool. I was doing my best to hide my discomfort with this situation so I followed suit but I kind of turned my body when I dropped my pants - false modesty I guess. I too jumped into the cooling waters of the pool.
"God this feels good!" I said.
It was a big enough pool that there was room to swim and splash around a bit without risking accidental contact. Now I'm not what I'd consider homophobic and I'd be lying if I tried to say I'd never had thoughts about what another man would feel like in bed... but still I was really feeling awkward.
Peter jumped out of the pool and asked if I wanted a beer. I couldn't help but glance at his equipment. He hung long and flaccid with a bit of a twist to his left. He was cut and probably five or six inches soft. His balls hung well below the head of his cock like two eggs in a pink sack.
I answered "sure" as I looked away.
A couple of minutes past and I made my way over to the steps that lead into the pool. I found a comfortable spot on the top step where I could sit back and relax in the water. I put my head back and closed my eyes. I was re-looking at Peter's peter in my head. I'd only glanced at it but it had certainly made an impression. I wondered what it would look like if he were aroused...
