The Swimmer (c) By Lee Mariner
April 2003
DISCLAIMER: This is a fictional fantasy and will involve sexual acts between men and boys. It is intended for adult readers only, not minors. IF YOU ARE NOT OF LEGAL AGE TO BE READING THE STORY OR YOU DO NOT APPROVE OF SUCH MATERIAL, PLEASE LEAVE. All characters and places are fictional and there is no intended relationship with any person or persons living or deceased or any location. Any perceived similarity is purely coincidental.
ENGAGING IN UNPROTECTED SEX CAN LEAD TO A LIFE THREATENING CONSEQUENCE.
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Copyright: April 2003 - Author: Lee Mariner - All Rights are Reserved.
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Chapter #1
The temperature in Phoenix was a blistering 102 degrees in what shade there was and that was very little. Palm trees and Sequoia cacti are not noted for being very good for shade. The sun shimmered, a blazing golden orb in a cloudless pale blue sky beating down relentlessly as it moved slowly from east to west. Heat rays radiated from the concrete as well as the soft blacktop of the streets and everywhere, air-conditioners hummed like angry hornets. Only those that needed to be out were out but I thought tanning like a bronze god was attractive and it was only pale light skinned blondes that had trouble with sunburn not the ruddy dark haired dudes.
I fit into the latter category. My name is Kyle Maddox, 27, 6'1", 180 lbs, auburn hair and green eyes. During high school I ran track and wrestled, weighing a slim but hard and lean 145 lbs. I continued running and wrestling in college but I dropped wrestling when I got into gymnastics, that's where I met Brad. With the help of my coach and Bradley Fulton, my weight topped out at a hard smooth muscled 180. I never wanted big bulging muscles just smooth clean definition and with Brad coaching me. . . . . . well the results are just what I wanted.
Brad was a really great guy with black hair and beautiful azure blue eyes. We were the same height and weight but he was built like a living Adonis and endowed with 8" of the most beautiful uncut cock I have ever seen. He taught me what gay sex was and why I liked men rather then girls. I knew there had to be a reason for the way I felt about other guys when I was in Junior and Senior High School but like most boys growing up, I wasn't really sure why I felt the way I did. I knew that girls did not excite me like boys did when we were in the showers or wrestling. Sometimes my cock would get hard when I was wrestling with an especially well built good looking boy and more then once he would smile at me when he felt my hard cock pressed against him but I didn't understand why. Lots of time I felt the other boys cock pressing against me but I still didn't know what caused it or what to do even when they smiled seductively at me. Plenty of times when I was alone in my room I'd think about how it felt with my arms around an especially good looking boy and I would jerk off but even then there was a feeling of frustration lurking deep inside of me.
Brad was my first love affair and we spent 4 great years together until we graduated.
During the time we spent in college we were eventually tagged Frick and Frack since we almost looked like twins and we were almost inseparable. A good thing was that all of our close friends knew we were a couple and that made being with Brad a lot more comfortable.
After graduation he reluctantly went back east too a job in his parent's business. I miss him and I still do but we still see each other occasionally when we can arrange a vacation together.
II
I graduated from college with a grade point average of 3.7 and a BA degree in business administration and finance. In the mountains of North Carolina there wasn't much need for a degree like mine but I didn't plan on spending the rest of my life in the mountains. Most of my family scratched out a living in the mountain their entire lives and that's why I worked for an education that would get me out.
One of the larger finance companies that specialized in wholesale floor plan financing recruited me during my senior year in college and after a 3 month indoctrination period I was assigned the West half of Arizona encompassing Phoenix, Flagstaff, Kingman, Bullhead City, Yuma and Casa Grande as my territory. It was a pretty big loop but under normal conditions I could make the trip in less than 2 weeks.
On this particularly sweltering Friday, I had finished my contacts early and headed back to the Holiday Inn where I was staying for the weekend. After taking a quick shower I slipped on the new black Spandex GH Racer brief swimsuit I had bought in Yuma.
I'm not Narcissistic but posing in front of the bathroom mirrors and admiring the reflection of my sleekly muscled body with the profile of my cock bulging in the pouch of the swimsuit is something that most men will do occasionally. It's a hell of a turn on and I could feel and see the bulge growing larger. Grabbing the sunscreen and a couple of towels before I became overly excited, I headed for the outdoor swimming pool resisting the urge to remove the new suit. I was horny but I wanted something more then self-satisfaction if it was available. I could always jerk off later.
I normally did not use the indoor Atrium pool since it was usually packed with people and kids that liked swimming in humid air-conditioning and when I walked past the glass enclosed Atrium it was like seeing monkeys in a controlled environment of screaming mayhem. I guess for the kids it made good sense when the sun was glaring and the temps were in the upper 90's plus but a mob of screaming kids was slow torture and would drive me bananas. I guess being gay didn't help when it came to kids.
In any case, I preferred swimming out of doors, kids or no kids.
III
Opening the door leading too the outdoors was like walking from an igloo into a blast furnace. I almost turned around for the cool comfort of my room but the pool was empty and the blue water looked inviting.
Placing the sunscreen bottle on an umbrella table I dropped my towels on a chaise lounge and dove in. The water was tepid but it felt good and helped a little in subsiding the passions that had started to build when I was looking at myself in the bathroom mirrors of my room. Swimming to the shallow end of the pool I stood straddle legged and slid my hand down inside of my tight swimsuit, adjusting my bunched up cock so it was more comfortable stretched out on the thick silky hair covering my pelvis. It felt better with my balls in the suits pouch without my cock all bunched up and it made swimming easier.
I finished several laps in the cool water before getting out of the pool. Except for a young couple laying on chaise lounges in the shade of a large pavilion style tent, I was alone in the pool area. The couple looked like they were making out and doing some pretty heavy petting but that didn't interest me. I was hoping some hot young stud would use the pool but it didn't look like there would be.
Pushing one of the several service buttons scattered around the pool patio area, I pulled the chaise lounge that I had dropped my towels on closer to the umbrella table. As I was adjusting the umbrella, a uniformed dark skinned Mexican boy came out of the door leading into the restaurant. He quickened his pace, walking towards where I was struggling with the umbrella.
"Let me do that sir. How would you like it tilted, so it shades your chaise?" He said.
I stood back as he reached up and with a practiced ease he adjusted the umbrella. He was wearing the usual tight green on green uniform that the staff of the Holiday Inn's wore. His hair & eyes were Raven black and his bronze toned skin radiated a young man in excellent health and condition. The tight uniform he wore outlined the perfect concave shape of his buttocks and a very trim body. It was difficult to tell but he was probably in his early 20's and 4 or 5"s shorter then me.
When he finished adjusting the umbrella he turned towards me. His smile showed gleaming even white teeth and his black eyes sparkled.
"Will there be anything else sir." He said standing in the shade of the umbrella his arms and legs akimbo.
He had a very prominent bulge in the crotch of his tight trousers and I felt the urge to respond the way I felt he certainly was making it clear he wanted.
I don't know why I suppressed the feeling I had but instead of succumbing to them, I ordered a thermos of iced tea and a thermal bucket of cracked ice with a glass.
Watching the waiter walk away, I remembered a warning that Brad had given me. "Don't let your feelings and a hard cock control your common sense. Be wary when someone comes on too strong to quick."
IV
I dove back in the pool for a few more minutes waiting for the iced tea to be delivered. When I saw him coming with the tray, I swam to the edge of the pool and placed my arms on the tiled coping watching as he placed the items on the table.
When he was finished he turned and moved to where I was hanging by my arms in the deep end of the pool. He stood over me looking down his eyes sparkling and looking up I could see the thickening bulge in his trousers.
"Could I have your room number sir?" He asked squatting down with his legs slightly splayed so I had a better view.
"110." I said diverting my eyes as he wrote the room number on the restaurant ticket. Placing his tray on the cement with the ticket on top of it he handed me his pen.
"Sorry sir, but if you will just initial the ticket, that's all I need right now. If you want anything else, just ask for Carlos, I'll be on duty until 11PM."
After I initialed the ticket he stood making it obvious he wanted me to see as he adjusted his cock. I felt the swelling in my groin and pushing off on my back, I teasingly thrust my thickening cock up above water level.
"Thanks Carlos, I will." I said seeing the direction he was looking and the tip of his tongue sliding over his lips.
Rolling over I jackknifed down into the depths of the pool and when I surfaced I saw him going down the walkway into the motel. He had my room number and he had made it obvious when he would be off duty. It would be interesting to see what developed.
V
After Carlos left, I got out of the pool and drying off I poured a glass of the iced tea taking a deep drink of it before spreading one of the towels over the wicker chaise.
Stretching out in the shade of the umbrella I put on the gold toned Ray Ban aviator sunglasses Brad had given me. Adjusting my still half hard cock so it was resting on the soft silky auburn hair covering my pelvis, I surveyed the empty patio. The couple were still wrapped in each others arms and I was still alone horny as hell thinking about taking Carlos up on his offer later and at the same time visions of Brad rushed though my mind. My cock was swelling and getting harder as I remembered some of the hot sex we had together. My cock ached and stretched up over my hard stomach until the head was exposed above the waistband of the new swimsuit. Squeezing its thick hard uncut 8" length I could feel the ecstatic sensation of sperm starting to rise answering the need I was feeling for relief.
I was breathing deep almost hyperventilating to avoid an unwanted mess in my suit and as I was adjusting my cock so it would lie where the hip and thigh joined forming the Venus Triangle and I saw HIM walk out on the low springboard.
VI
He bounced up and down at the end of the board on the balls of his feet, stretching his body and twisting at the waist. He had the build of Michelangelo's David, lean smooth and solidly muscled. In the bright sunlight his hair shone with reddish highlights and his body gleamed golden, his muscles rippling as he loosened up before diving. His magnificently sculpted chest rose and fell evenly as he breathed and there was a treasure trail of dark hair leading downward from his inny belly button between hard ripped abdominal muscles disappearing into the thin waistband of the white Speedo Racing brief he was wearing and there was a very impressive bulge in the pouch.
He stood immobile for a few seconds and glancing in my direction he smiled, even white teeth flashing and there were golden flecks in his dark eyes. Effortlessly he sprang upwards from the end of the board and jackknifing perfectly he straightened his body and slipped into the water with little or no ripple.
I felt a quick pang of apprehension as my breath and heartbeat quickened at the thought that he was a vision since no one could be that magnificent. I was delightfully wrong.
He surfaced in the shallow end vigorously shaking the water from his glistening dark hair, running his fingers through it. There were thick patches of dark hair in his armpits and his wet body glistened in the sun.
He glanced at me again, his eyes sparkling and with powerful strokes he propelled his glistening body through the water too the deep end. Placing his hands on the coping he sprang from the water with the athletic grace of a gazelle. His muscles rippled with the power he so effortlessly controlled. Turning and looking as if to see if I was watching, he pushed his thumbs in under the waistband of his suit at his hips. Sliding his thumbs under the waistband to the center of his hard flat stomach he pulled the fabric out, snapping the Spandex band against his stomach with a sharp crack before walking to the end of the board again. His wet body glistened golden in the bright sunlight and he stood with his hands on his narrow hips shaking his head again, the drops of water from his hair showering around him like glittering diamonds. I felt like I was in a trance unable to avoid watching as he inhaled deeply expanding his powerful chest. Springing into the air with the grace of an acrobat he twisted his powerful body into a perfect swan dive, thrusting his arms forward just before slicing into the water with no splash or ripple.
I watched the shallow end for him to appear but instead of the shallows he burst out of the water almost at my feet sitting on the pool coping the water streaming from his body.
"Hi there. Aren't you swimming?" He asked speaking with a smooth dulcet tone in his voice as he shook the water from his hair and wiped the water from his beautifully defined torso and abdomen.
"Need a towel?" I asked handing him one of mine and at the same time answering his question. "I swam earlier but that sun is a little warm, even when you're in the water."
"Yeah, thanks." He responded. "Mine are at the other end of the patio with my drink."
He sprang up from the edge of the pool his thigh muscles bulging as he stood up. His muscles rippled as he dried off and I could see that his eyes were a soft hazel. The white suit he was wearing fit like a glove, tight in his crotch, the pouch designed to hold the wearer's balls and soft cock securely while he swam. From the size of the bulge in his groin, the pouch wasn't large enough.
He was standing about 6 feet from where I was laying, half on and off of the chaise, with his feet spread apart. Trying not to be too obvious I let my eyes roam over the gorgeous sculpted beauty of his swimmers body. His chest rose and fell slowly as he breathed and I could see the soft regular beat of his heart in the sternum area where his defined breast muscles joined. He had smooth aquiline features and in the depths of his soft hazel eyes golden flecks danced as he smiled, looking down at me.
"I don't think your drink will be very cold in this heat." I said with a slight quiver in my voice and glancing in the direction he had said his towels and drink were.
"Yeah, your probably right. If you don't mind company, I'll get them and be right back." He said softly.
"I'm not doing anything if you aren't" I said feeling a surge in the beat of my heart and a slight quickening in my breathing.
"Great!!" He said tossing the damp towel over his shoulder.
He moved gracefully across the concrete, the muscles in his legs moving smoothly as he walked. His buttock cheeks rose and fell in an easy rhythm and I felt the blood rushing into my swelling cock and I inhaled deeply in response to the excitement I was feeling. I didn't know his name but the name Adonis raced through my head.
TBC
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