I want to add a special thanks to hertsSub for taking time to edit and review my story. Excellent work and great tips as well. Thank You.
This story contains male bisexuality. Friendly fire, cream pie eating and double penetration. If any of those are a turn off for you don't read further. We don't all have to like the same things. Almost all of my stories are based on some real life experience that I have spiced up a little by mixing some fantasy with some reality. While some would say that I started too early. You may read about it here if I decide to post that far back, I have been blessed to have met, gotten to know and enjoy some wonderful sexual adventures with and even loved some wonderful women in my life. A little like the song "To All The Girls I've Loved" except I can't sing and I don't have that cool accent. I enjoy sharing my experiences through my stories and I hope you can enjoy them.
It was early summer in the south. I was working my way through college. I had done several jobs but hadn't really liked any of them. But the job with the pool company sounded like fun: it allowed me to be outside just about every day and on some jobs the scenery would at least be interesting.
So I took it and, after just a few weeks on the job, I was already one of the company's top workers. Lots of turnover in the pool business!
One day, they sent a new guy, Brad, with me so I could train him. He seemed like a pretty cool guy, nice looking, and very athletic. Like me, he enjoyed being outside and I was betting that, also like me, he didn't like tan lines!
They were sending us to a new house. I was just hoping that there would either be no one home or that at least the owners would be cool. I didn't want some retirement home like the last time—mind you, those old folks know a thing or two about flirting and I even got a pinch on the ass!
The paperwork just had the address and the name 'Anna' for the contact information. I was hoping that either Anna was a hot milf or that she wasn't home.
When we got to the house there was no one in so we just let ourselves in around the back and got started on the pool. It was hot as hell, but we were enjoying it. It was early in the day and we both figured that no one would be back for several hours. I told Brad that I hated tan lines and asked if he would be offended if I just lost my shorts and worked nude. He said he was just about to ask me the same thing. So we both shucked our shorts at the same time. I was impressed. Brad had a nice body and a nice fat cock too. He probably wasn't as impressed initially—I am a grower, not a shower. But I had been in enough locker rooms and gym showers to know that, once hard and throbbing, I didn't have to take a back seat to anyone. What's more, mine worked. I had seen lots of guys with long hanging cocks that looked great but they could hardly get the damn things hard when it counted.
After an hour or so we decided that we could both do with cooling off a little. We already had the pool looking good, so we both dived in. Brad swam to the steps and leaned back in the sun. I swam to where he was and, without saying a word, slid up between his legs and took his cock in my mouth and started to suck it. I was right, he was a shower. His cock got nice and hard but didn't get much bigger than it had been when soft. But it tasted sweet and, damn, it felt good in my mouth. I was just getting him good and hard when I heard the door open, followed by a gasp. I looked up and saw her coming out of the door straight towards us. She looked confused and excited at the same time. And—holy fuck!—she was hot!
She came to edge of the pool, looked at me between Brad's legs with his cock still in my hand and said, "What the hell are you two doing?"
