(My apologies for the long delay in Ch. 5. I hope you'll find it worth the wait. Feedback much appreciated to northernlight1@hotmail.com)
Shallow End Chapter 5
In the lust that had totally consumed me, beginning with the morning swim with Gord that had become much more, through our mind-bending, heart-racing fuck in my Jacuzzi, I had forgotten not just about the front-door lock, but about Rick.
God almighty... Rick. My neighbor had promised to drop by to wire the large-screen TV I had bought a week ago but was too technologically challenged to install. He too was single, a computer consultant and an independent filmmaker who was making money by the bushel. His house had an entertainment system in almost every room; he had every new multi-remote toy on the market, and he thought it was hilarious that I was unable to rig up something as simple as a TV.
Rick, a casual friend, was broad of shoulders, narrow of waist and he delightfully filled his faded jeans. And now I felt only the blood rushing from my groin back to my brain as he appeared on the deck beside the Jacuzzi, his eyes fixed squarely on me.
"Uh, Rick's TV Repair at your service..."
Gord was still sitting in my lap, my spent cock beginning to ease its way out of his ass. I was frozen, his balls still cupped in my hand that reached over his hip into the foamy water, his shaft modestly plump, stirred either by our physicality of the past few minutes or the appearance of this stranger.
"Rick," I began. "I hope..."
"And here I figured you bought this TV for the pay-per-view smut," he interrupted, grinning. "But hey, why watch porn when you can live it?"
Gord laughed, in spite of himself. By now it had occurred to him that this was not a TV repairman, but a friend of mine who was going to get maximum mileage by having caught me in, well, a compromising position.
"And I'm sorry I seem to have missed... the climax," Rick said brightly.
Now the three of us were laughing. I clearly had nothing to say to explain this, nor was I going to even try.
"Rick, say hello to Gord," I said. "We met at the pool this morning and we kinda decided to continue our workout back here."
"Hell of a way to burn off a few calories," Rick said, reaching over the Jacuzzi wall to shake Gord's extended hand. "Pleased to meet you."
"Likewise," Gord said, slowly pulling himself to his feet. I watched Rick's eyes trail down Gord's hard body as my new friend reached for a towel.
"What can I say?" I said to Rick, my legs feeling like rubber as I stood. I almost felt detached from the scene, standing naked with a man I'd met only hours ago and gotten very familiar with, chatting casually with a jeans and T-shirt-clad neighbor whose mind I was now dying to read.
"You can tell me you got a busy signal when you called over for me to join you," Rick said. He missed seeing my jaw hit the floor when he turned and walked through the door, headed toward the TV.
"What did that mean?" I said to no one in particular.
"Cool guy," Gord said, smiling. "And pretty hot, too."
I felt his hand beneath my balls, which hung loose and entirely satisfied between my thighs.
"I never would have known how good that could be," Gord said of our fuck, bending to plant a kiss on my damp cockhead. "Tell me this isn't a one-night stand."
"Not on your life."
Rick's "busy signal" was still ringing in my ears when Gord and I moved into the living room, towels wrapped around our waists. Rick was already behind the set, whistling happily as he fiddled with a maze of cables, plugging them from amplifier to DVD player to the set.
"Should have gotten a plasma screen," he called out.
"Sure. Like I've got your millions," I replied.
Gord slumped into the sofa and put his feet up on the coffee table, taking me at my word that he make himself at home. The towel was one size too small, splitting seductively open far up one of his thighs.
I shuffled to the kitchen to brew a pot of coffee, my head swimming with thoughts of the day. When I returned with three mugs on a tray, Rick was back in front of the set, pushing buttons on the remote. The TV flickered to spectacular life.
"Good thing you don't pay me by the hour," he said proudly. "What do you think?"
"It's fabulous," I replied. Gord nodded his approval.
"Those pay-per-view movies oughta look fantastic now!" Gord said, flashing me by whipping open then closing his towel.
"Precisely," Rick said. "Got to use the john, I'll be right back. Then I'll calibrate the color. Do me a favor, will you, Gord? The calibration test is on this DVD. Drop it in and start `er up."
"Sure thing."
Gord took the disk and got to his feet, moving to the player as Rick left for the bathroom. As he squatted before the machine, his towel popped from around his waist and fell to his ankles. I nearly gasped at the view, his cheeks slightly spread, his long, gorgeous balls hanging slack, still warm from the Jacuzzi.
"Damn! The things you see when you're holding a tray," I said, and he looked over his shoulder and grinned.
"Here goes," he said, the DVD drawer sliding shut.
Gord stepped back, making no move to pick up his towel, and we both wondered about the scene. Color calibration? This was a light blue, in soft focus, and the picture was shimmering.
But as the image pulled back, sharpening, two figures came into view. And then I nearly fainted.
I was sitting on a pool deck, and Gord was between my thighs, stroking my erection. The shot was from three-quarters view, leaving nothing to the imagination.
"Glad to see you finally dispensed with those baggy trunks," Gord was saying. "Look what they've been hiding."
He was stroking his own hardness in unison with his hand on my shaft, the pool water rippling with the motion.
"So this is synchronized swimming?" I heard myself say.
I was breathless as I looked to Gord, who was standing still beside me, watching intently, saying nothing.
There were more words spoken on screen, and I heard none of them. The unanswered questions flooded my mind: Who? How? When?
I looked back at the screen in time to see Gord take a half-step back, rise to his toes, and then come, almost violently. The scene was in near closeup. It seemed surreal, this thick, white stream pulsing from his cock onto my stomach. He spurted again and again, then slumped forward, his open mouth moving directly to my shaft. The only sounds now were our grunting in the pool, the quiet sloshing of the water, and the creaking of my bathroom door.
"Not bad for an independent filmmaker hiding in the bushes, huh?"
It was Rick, and he was stark naked, a bronze Adonis whose obscenely thick erection was leading him back into the living room.
"Say hello to my friend Gord," he said to me. "He's been an actor in a few of my adult movies. In fact, I think he's on pay-per-view today. Why don't we see?"
I looked to Gord, then back to Rick, and was remembering those shrubs at the pool just as my towel fell to the floor.
(to be continued)