I was lucky enough to work in a place that didn’t monitor employees surfing the web so to pass the time at the end of the day I was looking at some porn when my coworker knocked at my door. I had a hard on that was leaking cum into my underwear but I never could have gotten away with jerking it so that was off limits. I pulled up a spreadsheet and said that the person at the door could come in.
I wasn’t exactly surprised when it was my coworker Paul. He was a nice guy who I had had lunch with once or twice, generally friendly but we didn’t really know each other. I knew he was having a party Saturday, everyone else had been invited except me.
But it was personal invite for a small group so I wasn’t surprised he hadn’t made his way around to me. I was happy to see he finally had. I was disappointed when he started talking about work. I politely nodded and added my theories, my answers.
“That’s great,” he said. “By the way I’m having a party Saturday.”
I grinned and he laughed.
“You thought I had forgotten about you,” he said.
“I was hoping you would say something after you kept me here after five,” I said pointing to the clock on my computer.
“The party isn’t until 2:00. It’s a cook out, grillin’ kind of thing. There’s a game on too. Lots of drinks. What do you say?”
“Sure,” I said.
“Great, I’ll see you there.” He started to back away then stepped forward again as if he had forgotten something. “Hey, uh, listen, I have a lot of guests coming over for the day. There’s another guy who is going to come by early to help out and, I know I shouldn’t be asking but if you have nothing better to do...”
“You want me to come over and help out,” I said.
“If you don’t mind. I can make sure you get the good liquor and you have a ride home. Hell, you can crash at my place. I have extra rooms.”
“That’s quite the invite but I don’t think I’m that much of a lush, but uh, I think I can help out. What time?”
“The earlier the better. Before ten in the morning,” he said.
“No problem,” I said.
He sent me an e-mail with the invitation and address to his house as well as his cell phone. I didn’t talk to Paul again though at work. When we saw each other it was only a wink or a nod in passing but it felt good to have been invited.
That Saturday somehow I woke up early. It wasn’t because of the party. I’m not some kind of reject who has no friends. In fact Friday night I had been out drinking with friends which is the primary reason I woke up, just five hours of sleep when I drink. I was probably still drunk when I followed the directions I had gotten from the internet. I tried to kill time before I started to drive but I wasn’t familiar with where I was going so I gave my self some extra time. I got there at a quarter to ten.
His place was a modest sized house at then end of planned suburbia. I pulled into the driveway and walked to his door. I rang the doorbell three times before the door main door opened. He stood there in front of me on the other side of the screen door in an open bathrobe and a pair of white briefs. I couldn’t help but notice the following in this order: his crotch where his penis was visible in the white fabric, the lines of his hip bones, that he was modestly fit with a hairy body, and the name on the underwear was a common brand not designer.
“Hi there,” he said.
“Hi,” I said looking up to his face.
He had a glass of orange juice in hand that he drank from deeply before he opened the door.
“Come in,” he said. “You look like you need a drink.”
I stepped inside and congratulated him on the house. I wasn’t feeling hungover but maybe I looked more tired than I really felt.
“Thanks, I like it. It’s got enough rooms for the wife and kids, plenty of space to spread out. Follow me and I’ll show you the pool.”
I followed him through his house. It was nicely decorated, clearly had the feel of a woman’s touch, a wife’s touch, everything was in place.
“So where are they?” I asked.
“Away for the weekend at her mother’s place.”
He slid open the glass door at the back of the house.
“So is that why you are having the party?” I asked.
He stepped out into the sunlight and I followed him to the pool’s edge where he drank again from his glass and scratched lightly at his stomach. It was firm but had a thin layer of fat, not quite enough for love handles but enough to bulge when he sat down. His body was nicely tanned. He pulled a pair of sunglasses from his pocket and put them on.
“We could go for a swim this morning,” he said. “Wake you up.”
“I didn’t bring any trunks.”
“It’s just us guys,” he said.
I smiled to him.
“I love swimming naked.” He pointed to the fence around the pool and said that he had complete privacy. I looked around and there wasn’t even another neighbor’s window in view so I assumed it was true.
“I didn’t think it said in your e-mail that there was a pool.”
“Maybe for yours I forgot. But hell, I’m sure if people get enough drinks in them they’ll be swimming with trunks or not. Let me show you what needs to be done.”
He took me to the kitchen where he showed me all the party supplies and gave me directions about what bowls to use and what to fill them with, all the catering directions for things that could be prepared before the guests arrived. I set to task and I thought he would join me but he went off to the back of the house, I presumed to get dressed so I didn’t think much of it except when a half hour later and I had things already beginning to chill and he walked back out in a pair of swimming trunks.
“I thought I would take a swim after all. Why don’t you come out to the pool?”
I finished up my work then went out after him. I stepped out when he told me to retrieve two beers so I went back inside as he jumped into the pool. I came back out and went to a chair and table where I opened my bottle of beer. He swam for a while then came to the side near me.
“Come on in,” he said.
“I can’t.”
“No trunks?” He reached down into the water, worked with something, his trunks, then he pulled them up from the water and held them in the air. Water dripped down from them in large amounts before he tossed them at my feet.
“Wear mine,” he said.
Now I felt foolish because I would have to strip down to put them on when he wasn’t wearing anything at all. I laughed but he remained serious.
“We have lots of time. I didn’t expect you to be here so early. Come on.”
I stood and thought to undress when I realized he might continue to watch me the whole time. I’m not ashamed of my body. It’s not lean and muscular, I’m more on the skinny side, but nothing weird on it. Very little body hair which guys used to harass me about in high school but I got over it. That was when real guys got hairy. Now in gay chic it was about having less body hair. And I wasn’t ashamed of my dick size either. It was average, I told myself.
“Come on,” he said. “What are you waiting for?”
And he swam away so taking the cue I began to undress. I thought if I was quick enough I could be naked and in the pool before he noticed. I was down to my boxer shorts when he looked back to me and made a derisive whistle.
“I’m just messing with you man. I mean we’re both straight. Hell I’ve got a wife.”
Yeah, I thought, we’re both straight. So I skinned out of my boxers and covering my crotch with my hands I walked to the pool and jumped in. I popped up and he began to laugh at me.
“You’re such a prude,” he said. “Worried I might see how small it is.”
“Ha, ha, very funny,” I said splashing water at him.
He splashed back and laughed then we fell into a casual sense about the whole thing. We swam around the pool occasionally splashing each other for some time so when he got out of the pool to get a drink I didn’t think much of it. I thought to ask him about the party and if we should do more prep work so I swam to the edge of the pool and looked up to him as he was turned away from me drinking deeply from the beer. I could see the whole backside of his body. He had a nice round ass, a hairy ass.
“Whatcha looking at?” he said over his shoulder. “See something you like?” he said before playfully slapping his own right cheek.
“Very nice ass,” I said. “I’m sure your wife loves it.”
“It is powerful,” he said. He looked down to where the trunks landed and bent over pointing his ass away from me to pick them up then he grabbed my clothes and said that I probably didn’t want them to get wet so he’d take them inside and get us more drinks. I thanked him then swam away from the side of the pool and out into the water where I felt the water around my whole body, lifting me in places that felt great.
But then I noticed he wasn’t coming back immediately and I swam back to the pool side. I thought to go in after him and see if he got distracted but then I thought about myself naked, dripping wet, trying to walk through his house. Maybe I could call from the doorway but it might be too weird, besides I was enjoying myself so I decided to occupy my time swimming around. There were a few pool toys nearby so I managed to pull them in exposing as little as myself as possible in the process. I know it sounds foolish but I did it.
I was occupying my time when I was surprised to hear the door open and see Paul as well as a complete stranger stepping out of the house and that Paul was dressed in his swimming trunks. I immediately swam to the poolside hoping the stranger hadn’t seen me and Paul hadn’t said anything. They were talking as they walked towards me and as they began to walk around the pool I followed them. I followed them around half the pool when Paul stopped and began to laugh hysterically. The stranger asked why.
“I’m sorry, it’s just my friend here from work. We were swimming before you got here. He didn’t have any trunks so he’s naked in there but he’s really shy so I thought I’d play a little joke on him.” He introduced us. The man’s name was Duke.
“Well,” Paul said. “I guess we should join him.”
“Oh no,” Duke replied, “I didn’t bring my swimsuit either. I guess I’ll have to swim naked.”
He walked off to the head of the pool but I didn’t follow him. Instead I looked up to Paul who was laughing at me still until he pointed back across the pool so I turned to look. Duke stood there completely naked. He had a muscled body, more so than Paul, and he was hairless. His limp cock was easily five inches.
He jumped in the water and I heard another splash behind me as Paul got in as well. I turned to see him as he popped up from the water smiling. He pointed to the side of the pool where I saw the trunks. I groaned and he laughed more. We swam for some time and it was easy to become comfortable around them. So I didn’t think much of it when I asked him why he shaved.
“I shave for the same reason Paul does.”
I looked to Paul who shrugged and said that it was true.
“But you looked like you shaved all of your body. He’s pretty hairy still.” I pointed my thumb back to Paul who swam behind me.
“All except one place,” Duke said. “It’s a grooming thing.”
I said that I didn’t understand.
“You know what would be funny? We should make him do all the prep naked. Hell we should make him work the party naked.”
I’m sure my face turned red because I felt horribly embarrassed. My shoulders tightened. I held my breath.
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