Pool Party

"I got an invitation to a pool party. Let's go."

"Oh, Geez," I said. "I'm not a pool party person."

"Oh, c'mon," Jarod said. "It'll be fun. Maybe I can meet some cute white
boys. And you might meet some hot black studs."

"I don't look good in a swim suit," I said.

"Bullshit. You look fine in a swimsuit. Don't be such a wuss."

"Okay," I sighed. "Let me see if I can find my swimsuit."

"I'll be over to pick you up at seven."

Click.

~~~

We got to the place, which was located in an upscale neighborhood, a little
after seven. The door was answered by a young black guy wearing a bright
neon lime green thong. He looked to be in his early twenties.

We seemed to be the first guests to arrive. Our greeter led us to the bar
and asked if we wanted to buy some drinks. Jarod got a bourbon and Coke. I
got a Coke. We took a seat on the sofa and waited for the others to arrive.

Presently, the owner of the house emerged and welcomed us. He was an older
white guy. He asked us if we had swimsuits. We told him that we did and
were wearing them under our clothes. He addressed us both with equal
courtesy, although I was left with the distinct impression that he was more
concerned as to whether Jarod had a swimsuit than with whether I had
one. He went back to the kitchen to continue getting things ready before
the others arrived.

Our greeter fiddled with the stereo system and then adjourned to a fur rug
on the floor. I don't know exactly how to describe this...he sort of
reclined there in a pose, laying on his side and smoking a cigarette. I got
the feeling he was trying to look seductive or something. Every now and
then he would get up and fiddle with the stereo system some more.

The doorbell rang, and the green-thonged greeter hurried to answer it. It
was a small group of men, two older white guys and one younger black guy. I
was beginning to think that this might represent a pattern of some sort.

It did. Eventually more guests arrived and the place gradually filled up
with people. There were a few youngish white guys, but not many, and few of
them worth writing home about. Jarod found the most eligible of the lot and
quickly made his way over to him, turning on his best bar charm, which was
pretty good. Jarod generally knew how to bait a hook and catch a fish when
he found one he liked.

As for myself, it looked to be a long night. It was clear to me that this
party was mainly going to be a bunch of older white guys hawking on needy
younger black guys. The older white guys were tiresome to me, and the needy
black guys weren't really what I was looking for. Many were nice looking,
but hawking on young needy black guys just isn't my particular cup of
tea. I like black guys, but hawking on the needy is a different matter.

Okay, maybe I was being unfair to the older white guys. Maybe some of them
took the black guys seriously and didn't see them as toys for sex or
decoration. Maybe they related to them on a sincere, meaningful level.

But be that as it may, there appeared to be a whole lot of hawking going
on.

One black guy did catch my eye. He didn't seem needy. He came in a bit
later with a group of white guys. All of them looked to be in their late
twenties or early thirties. They seemed a little out of place in this
crowd, and I assumed that he was with one of the guys in the group.

Two of the older white guys were standing near me comparing their digital
cameras.

I wanted to leave, but Jarod was off on a corner sofa with his prey,
pouring on the charm. I could tell from the guy's body language that the
charm was working. I went out to the back yard, where one of the white guys
was grilling hamburgers.

The swimming pool was mostly empty of people, but one slightly stocky black
guy had taken an inflatable raft and was lying on his back butt naked in
the middle of the pool, his family jewels on display for the admiration of
heaven, nature, and of course, man. To his credit, he was extraordinarily
blessed in the family jewels department, a fact which aroused the
occasional comment from the admiring older white guys. One of them snapped
a picture with his digital camera. Another took his hand out of his pocket
and displayed his Rolex.

I got a hamburger and took a seat in the chaise lounge on the patio and
begin eating. Shortly thereafter, the guy I had noticed earlier took a seat
at the patio table nearby. He nodded in greeting and began eating his
hamburger as well. His friends weren't with him. I wondered why.

Soon after that, a middle-aged white guy took a seat at the table,
introduced himself to the black guy, and began talking about his house in
Florida. I suppressed the urge to roll my eyes and continued eating my
hamburger.

The black guy listen politely to his admirer, giving the occasional
noncommital answer. He glanced over at me from time to time.

I thought about joining them and rescuing him from the bore that had
buttonholed him, but as I contemplated whether to do this, Green Thong
swooped in and planted himself on the foot of my chaise lounge,
enthusiastically introduced himself, and rested his hand on my leg. The
black guy at the table threw me a look that seemed to say: "What's good for
the goose is good for the gander." He suppressed a smile at my predicament.

"Great party!" said Green Thong.

I glanced over at the naked man on the inflatable raft. "Well, there's
certainly a good-sized crowd," I said mildly.

The black guy at the table bit his lip and suppressed a laugh.

Green Thong wanted to make conversation. "So...what do you do?" he asked
chirpily.

"What do mean?" I asked. I felt the need to qualify the question.

"Oh, you know," he chuckled coyly. "In life. At work. What do you do for a
living?"

"I'm between jobs," I lied.

It was clearly not the answer he was hoping for, but he forged ahead
anyway. "Oh...that can be rough. Well, I'm sure you'll find something
soon. Where do you stay?"

"I live in a trailer with my mother."

That was too much. Overcome with thirst, Green Thong announced that he was
going to get a cocktail and flitted away in search of greener pastures.

I looked over at the black guy at the table with a victorious glance. He
cracked a smile. His admirer was droning on about his recent trip to
Morocco.

I raised my eyebrows. "Your turn," I beamed at him telepathically.

He took the cue. Patting his admirer on the hand, he excused himself and
said he needed to use the restroom.

I shot him a withering look. That was the best he could do?

Smiling to himself, he dodged my glance and went into the house.

I finished my hamburger and went into the kitchen. Since the white guys
were all busy hawking on young black guys, and the young black guys seemed
to have gotten the vibe that I had no job and lived in a trailer with my
mother, everybody pretty much left me alone. I foraged through a tray of
hot wings, looking for some I might want to eat, although I really wasn't
hungry anymore.

A hand reached into my line of sight and took a hot wing.

"Interesting party, huh?" It was him.

"I guess so," I said. "From a sociological perspective."

He laughed and extended his hand. "I'm James, by the way."

I shook his hand. "I'm Ron."

"So," he asked with a twinkle in his eye. "How's your mother?"

"She's dead."

"That must make for a crowded trailer."

"Oh, you know I don't really live in a trailer," I said.

He laughed. "I know. But I am sorry to hear about your mother."

"That's okay," I said. "It's been years."

"You don't seem to really fit in with this group."

"Neither do you."

"Let's get out of here," he said.

"Works for me," I said. "But I didn't bring my own car."

"We can take mine."

"What about your friends?"

"They've already left."

"So soon?"

"Yeah," he said. "I told them to scram."

"Isn't that a bit rough?"

"Nah," he said. "They just came along as a favor to me anyway. There's
nothing here for them. Are you really between jobs?"

"No."

"I didn't think so. Not that I care."

"Let me tell my ride that I'm leaving."

I flagged Jarod and pointed at James to let him know I was going and had a
ride. Jarod waved back to me and turned back to his victim on the sofa. Now
that I was out of the way, he could go in for the kill, take his trophy
back to his apartment and commence to knocking boots.

James and I drove to his place. On the way, he told me a little bit about
himself. He worked in the laboratory at the university hospital. He seemed
like a nice guy. Smart, too.

The radio played a smooth jazz station. James held my hand as we drove. It
felt nice.

We pulled into his driveway, and he gave me a quick kiss. "Welcome to the
castle," he said.

It was a small brick house with a neatly trimmed yard. Nice quiet
neighborhood.

We went inside, where we were greeted by James's dog. It was a hound of
some type, and of course grateful to see James.

James turned on a light and took me in his arms. We kissed again, longer
this time.

"Hey," he said. "You didn't get into the pool at the party."

"No," I said. "I was overawed by what was already there."

"The Floating Wonder!" he laughed. "Yes, I suppose that would be
intimidating."

"Well, you didn't get in either."

"I didn't bring a suit."

"Obviously, that wasn't a requirement. Consider the Floating Wonder."

"Touche." He gave me another kiss. "Fortunately, it's not a requirement
here, either."

"But you don't have a pool."

"Actually," he said, "I do have a pool."

"Do you have a house in Florida?" I asked.

"No."

"Have you been to Morocco?"

"No."

"Sorry," I said. "I gotta go."

"Shut up and take your clothes off," he laughed. "We're going swimming."

"No Rolex?"

"No Rolex. Let's go."

We went for a night swim. I left my swimsuit with my clothes. James left
his in the dresser.

James was gorgeous to me. He had very dark smooth skin and a gracefully
toned swimmer's build. It was clear that he used the pool for exercise on a
regular basis, and he glided easily beneath the water from one end of the
pool to the other. He came up for air, resubmerged, and pushing against the
side, glided to me under the water.

Surfacing directly in front of me, me took me in a tight embrace and gave
me a deep lingering kiss. My lips opened, and his tongue gently played with
mine.

I felt something brush against me, full and firm, but not quite hard.

"I hope you're not intimidated," he said. "I'm not the Floating Wonder."

"Seems pretty wonderful to me," I said. I reached down and felt his cock,
which was cut, thick, fleshy, and long.

I gave it a squeeze, and it became more firm that before.

"Do that again," he said.

I squeezed again. It got harder.

"One more time."

I obliged.

"That's all there is," he said. "I hope it doesn't disappoint."

"You're being modest," I said. James had a big dick, and he knew perfectly
well that he did. It wasn't as big as the Floating Wonder's, which was a
good thing, as permanent injury was not the goal, and the Floating Wonder
went beyond all limits of physical practicality. James's cock would be a
stretch as it was.

"You're not disappointed?"

"Hell, no."

"Are you intimidated?"

"A little. But I'm a trooper, and I'm up to the challenge."

James lifted me to the edge of the pool, setting me on the concrete with my
legs dangling in the water. He caressed my balls with one hand and studied
my cock.

"Nice," he said. "Me likes."

Then he leaned forward, lightly brushed my balls with his tongue, and took
my cock into his mouth. It felt warm, gentle, and snug. He pulled gently
with his throat muscles and worked his tongue under my shaft. I got
completely hard as he worked his magic.

He pulled back, holding my cock in his hand and studied it some more.

"Very nice," he said. "Me really likes." Then he went back to work on it.

It felt incredible. He started to hum in his deep voice, and the vibrations
sent an electric shock through me.

Damn. This was good.

He opened his mouth wide and took me to the hilt. With my cock jammed down
his throat, he began making swallowing motions with his throat muscles,
massaging my cock with firm squeezes.

It was becoming too much for me. I felt my balls start to churn.

"I'm close to coming," I said.

He pulled it out of his mouth and said, "Go for it." Then he plunged back
down.

"No," I said. "Please! I can't."

He pulled off of it again and looked at me.

"You're positive," he said. It was a statement more than a question.

"Yes," I said.

"So am I. Now go for it." Then he plunged all the way to my balls, taking
my cock tightly in his warm silky throat.

It was no longer a matter of choice; I couldn't hold back any longer. I
exploded in his mouth. He swallowed some of it and kept the rest on his
tongue so he could taste it. "Mmmm," he said. "Nice." He pushed himself up
out of the pool towards me and gave me a cummy kiss.

"Let's go inside," he said. "I've got big plans for that ass."

We toweled off and went inside. There was a matter of business I had to
take care of first, however.

"Um, it might be nicer if I take a few minutes to make some preparations,"
I said.

He nodded and led me into the bathroom. Opening a cabinet, he handed me an
unopened package containing a...how shall we phrase it...hygene device. He
also handed me a tub of grease-type lube, a plastic container, and a roll
of tissue paper.

"Take as much time as you need," he said. "I'd like that thing clean."

"I'll get it clean."

"While you do, I'll take Rex for a walk. He's getting antsy."

"Okay."

"Oh," he said. "One more thing. I, um, have a dildo you're welcome to. You
know, if you think it might help."

I glanced down out his cock, which was soft at this point but still
impressive to me in its dimensions.

"Ah, that might be a good idea," I said.

He went and got it for me and then left to walk the dog while I got ready.

I spent about half an hour in the bathroom getting things spic'n'span. I
took a quick turn in the shower, towelled myself off, and went looking for
James.

He hadn't returned from his walk yet. I went into the bedroom and lay down
on my stomach to wait for him.

A thought occurred to me. I went back into the bathroom, greased up the
dildo, and slid it into place. Then I went back to the bed.

There was a candle on the nightstand. I fished around in the drawer, found
some matches, and lit it. Then I got up and and turned off the light.

That was better. I got back into the bed and waited for James.

The sound of the front door opening and the sound of paws against the tile
told me that James had returned. I could heard him rummaging around in the
kitchen, and then I heard the sound of dog food being poured into a metal
bowl.

"Good boy," James said to the dog, and then he went into the bathroom to
wash his hands. He'd been petting the dog.

Then I heard him click off the light in the bathroom, and the door into the
bedroom swung open.

"Oh, Baby," James said softly.

He liked what he saw.

I squirmed around the dildo a little bit to let him know I was ready.

"Yes, Baby," he breathed.

I heard him undo his belt buckle and zipper, and his pants fell to the
floor in a soft rustle. I turned my head so I could see him.

Standing naked from the waist down, James slowly peeled off his shirt and
pulled it over his head. His lightly muscled form stood in sculpted
contrast against the flickering wall behind him. The candle threw a shadow
of his form against the wall and ceiling. I wriggled my bottom again and
clenched around the dildo.

James moved to the foot of the bed and began exploring my legs with his
hands. He leaned down and kissed my inner thigh. Then he lay down between
my legs to start exploring.

Gently, he began kissing my upper legs and massaging them with his
hands. His explorations gradually moved higher up towards my cheeks. I
sighed. This was nice.

He planted a kiss just between my ass and balls and gave it a caress with
his tongue. His nose brushed against the end of the dildo.

He buried his face between my cheeks and began licking me where I was
clutching the toy. He worked his tongue inside me, sharing the space with
the rubber thing.

Then he did something I've never seen anybody do before. Taking the end of
the dildo in his mouth and gripping it with his teeth, he pulled it halfway
out and pushed it back in. I moaned. He released it and raised his head.

"You like that?" he asked.

"Yes, Baby," I said. "Get me ready."

He gripped it again with his mouth and began moving his head back and
forth, pushing it in and sliding it out. His arms were wrapped under my
legs, lifting me slightly from the bed. His hands were flat on my back.

"Can I go faster?" he asked.

"Please, Baby. Give it to me."

He kissed a buttcheek, returned to the dildo, and picked up the pace. The
grease made little slurping sounds as he bobbed his head up and down. He
pulled out further and began plunging in faster. I felt some of the lube
dribble down onto my balls. I moaned. James let out a low growl and pulled
the toy all the way out. Then he plunged it back all the way in hard. I
yelped in delight. We were getting into it.

Then after one final deep plunge, James pulled the dildo out of my mouth,
flipped his head to the side, and flung the toy to the floor beside the
bed. He buried his face deep into my ass and worked his tongue furiously
inside me.

He pulled his face up. The lube made a soft popping noise as he did.

"You did a good job," he said. "It's as clean as a whistle."

"It's all yours, Baby," I said.

"I'll take it," he said. He leaned down again, licked the lube from my
balls and pulled himself up onto me, his face now kissing and licking my
neck, smearing the grease on my neck and face.

He raised his hips and pressed his cock against my ass. I loosened my ass
to invite him in. He accepted the invitation and slid in slowly, not
stopping until his balls were resting against mine.

He held still like that for a moment as we both adjusted to the new
sensation inside me.

"Baby, how does that feel?" he whispered in my ear.

"I'm in heaven," I said.

"May I take it for a drive?"

I squeezed my ass to give him my answer. He started fucking me in slow,
deep strokes, pulling all the way out and pushing his cock all the way
back. I moaned.

He stopped again. "Are you ready for more?"

"I'm ready," I said. "Fuck my brains out."

"Your wish is my command," he said.

He raised himself from me, his arms now straight and his palms against the
bed. He begun pumping my ass in earnest, thrusting faster and more
powerfully than before. My moans let him know it felt good to me.

He lowered himself slightly and whispered. "Can you take it rougher?"

"I can take it rougher."

"You sure?"

"Do your worst."

He pulled his dick all the way out a rammed in hard all the way in.

"You still feel the same about that?"

"Yes. Please do it again."

He pulled his cock all the way out and slammed it in again, even harder
than before.

"You've got a sweet ass," he said.

"It's your ass now," I said. "Slam it again."

He slammed it again. And again.

"I could get used to this," he said. And he slammed it again.

He did this a few more times, then he rotated himself counterclockwise so
that he was at a ninety degree angle to me. I was laying lengthwise on the
bed; his head and feet were now at the sides of the bed. His cock was
buried deep inside me as he turned to this position.

He began fucking me like this, hitting me in places I'd never felt before,
stetching the left side of my ass.

"You like this?" he asked.

"I like it," I said.

He continued his counterclockise rotation with his cock buried deep inside
me. Now his feet were on either side of my head, and his head was above the
space between my feet. He started fucking me in this position. He rested
his head on the bed between my feet and buried himself deeper inside me,
pivoting his hips to thrust. He grabbed my hips with his hands and pulled
my ass hard against his hips.

"You know I'm going to come before too long," he said.

"Go for it."

"But when I do, I'm not going to stop fucking you. I like to come more than
once."

"How many times can you come?" I asked.

"Three, maybe four times," he said. "I'm not stopping until I get it all
out."

"I want every drop," I said.

"Oh," he said. "I can promise you it will be more than a few drops. I
haven't come in days. I've got some nice big loads stored up." Then he
started fucking me some more.

He rotated again with his dick in my ass, and his head was now rested on my
shoulders. He gave a few more thrusts.

"I think it's time for me to come," he said.

"Please come," I said. "I want to have your baby."

He thrust inside me a few more times and then jammed his cock hard into my
ass.

"Oh, fuck!" he said. "Here it comes!"

With a loud grunt, he shot his first load into my ass. He kept his cock
buried deep inside me as his dick pulsed violently, spurting salvo after
salvo of hot cream.

He kissed my neck. "Let's see how we did."

Lowering himself to my ass, he buried his face between my buttcheeks,
licking and sucking to draw out the prize. He pulled my cheeks apart with
his hands as he did this.

I relaxed my ass so he could get what he wanted. Probing my ass with his
tongue and sucking with all his strength, he worked furiously to get
everything he could.

"Mmmm," he said.

Then he raised himself up, turned me over on my back, and kissed me on the
lips. Our lips parted, tongues met, and I tasted his salty-sweet snowball
of cum as it entered my mouth.

We stayed entwined like that for several minutes, our tongues playing
inside each other's mouths, tasting the juices, luxuriating in the sweaty
warm glow of our bodies enmeshed together and the exquisite budding of a
new love breaking through the soil of our shared existences.

Then he flipped me over on my stomach and started fucking me again. I
swallowed the cum he had dropped in my mouth.

He worked me over well into the night and came four times in all. I came
twice, not counting our earlier poolside episode.

We fell asleep sometime in the middle of the early morning, well after
midnight but well before sunrise.

When morning broke, I was still tired. We hadn't gotten much sleep. But it
was Sunday morning, and James wanted to go to church.

"Do we have to?" I asked. "I'm tired."

"I'd really appreciate it if we could," he said. "I'm tired too. We can
crash right after church."

We swung by my house so I could change into appropriate clothes and then
went to the gay church, of which James was a member.

Jarod and his bang thang were also there, and the white boy looked like
he'd been worked over all night. Jarod smiled upon seeing us, gave a little
nod in the direction of his boy, and beamed at us with a gleeful look of
conquest.

"Looks like your friend got what he was looking for at the party," said
James.

"Yes," I said. "So did I. Even though I didn't know I was looking."

We went into the sanctuary, resolved in our determination to stay awake
during the sermon.