Tommy And I Go To The Pool
It was a lazy Sunday afternoon. Steve was in Sydney for work tomorrow. I didn't know what to do, well… you know, I never used to get bored before I met Steve, started having a "thing" with Steve. Do I think boyfriends are ultimately bad for your wellbeing?
Tommy popped in with a towel and a back pack. "Do you want to come to the pool with me?" He looked sexy – bright-eyed, bubbly, shiny, happy, like the sun was shining out of him.
Sure. Why not, I thought? "Okay. I'm doing nothing else."
I blew a joint, before we left. Tommy was wide-eyed, a little surprised, I think. Then he wanted some. Fuck it, he's an adult, I thought. I handed it to him, avoiding giving a warning. He puffed hard, like a fat boy with cake. I told him to go easy, slowly. Have a little bit, you can always have more. I told him I didn’t want to have to carry him. He asked me real sweet,
“But you’d catch me?”
There was an intensity there, a wantonness that was impossible to ignore.
I rolled another joint, which we smoked on the way there.
The pool wasn’t particularly busy. There is something nice about being at the public pool, I guess it takes me back to my days growing up. Carefree, fun, lazy days when we were all learning the skills of socialsing.
Tommy pulled off his t-shirt and lay down on the concrete steps. He had on just his baggy black shorts. He pulled something from his back pack and asked me to put some SPF30 on him. I laughed to myself, as I thought of Nick's words.
I have to admit, I was pretty excited. Is that too purvey? Probably. Fuck it, who cares. It is too pervy, yeah? I'm not making excuses, you understand, he asked, I didn’t offer. I get to rub the cute Italian boy down, what did I care what anyone else thought about it. What you guys think about it? My cock twinged at the thought.
“You don’t mind, do you?”
“No, I’d be happy too.”
The lotion made a blurt sound as I squeezed it out onto my hand. I sat down on the step and was going to start with his legs. Tommy has great legs. He used to play soccer for the Italian Carlton soccer team, maybe he still did. I can’t remember? Shapely, covered in hair – thick thighs, bulging calves. He had on red jocks under his shorts, I could see them quite well. I could just make out the bulge of his nuts.
“Do you come down here much?” asked Tommy’s muffled voice.
I thought he was being funny, initially, a come on, but then I realised he just meant it simply, face value. “I used to once, but not so much now.”
“I like it here, it’s relaxed.”
“Good perve factor,” I said.
Tommy laughed nervously and agreed.
Suddenly, I felt really stoned. Suddenly, I felt like I didn’t care anymore, didn’t care for the pretence, didn’t care for the niceties, didn't care to play it safe. If Tommy wanted to play with the men, then he should expect to play by men’s rules. He was eighteen now, it was time to stop playing in the world like a boy. I wanted to say to him, as I rubbed the lotion together in my hands, perving on him. If you lay down in front of me so that I can see right up your shorts, sunshine, you should be ready for what might happen. Yeah, wow, those two joints were spinning my brian, er, brain.
“Do you have to work tomorrow?”
“No, day off. I was doing something with Steve, but he had to go to Sydney unexpectedly.”
There were plenty of people around, but none of them were taking much notice of the two of us, they were lost in their own lives. Besides, it’s Carlton, the sight of two boys together was hardly unusual, let’s face it.
“So nothing scheduled?” asked Tommy.
Both hands were well lubed with suntan lotion. I took his left thigh in my hands at the back of his knee and slid them all the way up to his scarlet jocks.
“How’s that feel?” I just couldn’t help myself. It was a stupid question really, but it gave me a thrill.
“Yeah. Go..od.”
I slid my hands back up his thigh, I could feel them undulating on the surface of his skin as they slid over his muscles, until the tips of my fingers touched the elastic of the leg of his underwear. Tommy flinched, but only a little.
I slid my hand back down to his knee.
“How does Steve fit in?” asked Tommy.
I ran my hands back up his thigh. I was so stoned, my head spun. I was so focused on Tommy’s leg that I, kind of, disassociated it from him. His beautiful thick thigh disappeared under the black material of his shorts to flower into his sexy as hell arse. The hairs on his skin glistened in the sun. The red of his jocks held him just so.
“Oh... he’s my guy.” I'd never stated my homosexuality so clearly to Tommy before. I just assumed he guessed, worked it out, knew.
I knew what I was going to do. I was a little surprised, but knew I was going to do it anyway. The ‘me and Steve’ question just seemed to fit in well.
My hands slid out over the curve of his thigh and back in as my hand on the inner side of his leg slid closer and closer. My heart was racing, I could feel it pounding in my ears. The ends of my fingers tingled, gravity pushed against them.
Then I slid my hand over Tommy’s nuts, big and round, cupping them gently. Tommy’s head lowered down into the t-shirt he was using as a pillow. I closed my hand slowly around his balls and squeezed, like a farmer might inspect a bull. He spread his legs almost unnoticeably, but he did. My dick went hard. Then my hand slid off his big round balls and back down his thigh.
I slid my hands up his thigh again and cupped his balls a second time. They were big and heavy. He didn’t flinch the second time. I wanted to slide my hand underneath to his cock, but we were in public, after all, and I couldn’t.
Remember you are in public, I told myself.
I looked around to see if anyone was watching, they weren’t, despite a couple sitting close to us.
I slid my hand back down his leg.
Tommy turned his head to the side. “You and Steve?”
“Yeah,” I said.
There was a momentary silence, quiet where neither of us spoke. Tommy lay with his head to the side. He wiggled his arse just gently, as if he was rolling on his hard cock.
“That’s pretty cool.”
“Yeah. It is.” And it was. I couldn't help but smile. I could feel my face grinning.
"Is he your boyfriend?"
"Yeah. He is."
I put more lotion on my hands and rubbed it on Tommy’s calves. He looked so perfect laying there in the sun.
“Come on, sit up, I’ll do your shoulders.”
He turned and grinned knowingly at me. We held eye contact just a moment too long – there was a million words said in silence in that milli-second. Those eyes. Yep, Tommy was turned on. He sat gazing at me.
“Back to me.” I grabbed his shoulders and turned him around. I couldn’t help but smile.
"So... you and Steve?"
"Yes. Me and Steve."
I rubbed his thick, broad shoulders with sunscreen. He relaxed into my grip and let his head flop just a bit under the pressure of my touch on his shoulders. Floppy, with me moving him about. He had a thick neck, big shoulders. He's got velvety skin and dark, dark brown hair. I have to admit, I like the feel of him in my hands. He's a big pup.
This was supposed to be sunscreen application, not a massage. I lift my hands up. “How’s that?”
“That was great,” Tommy almost purred.
We lay in the sun for a while. It got busier. The DJ played some cool music. We swam, tried to race each other. I found I was often grabbing onto his legs. Big smile. He's got such a great smile.
After we'd been swimming, I grabbed the towel out of his hand and dried his back. Steve calls me a Cougar when we talk about Tommy. He just kind of leant his head forward and enjoyed my hands rubbing him.
"How did you know you were gay?" he asked.
I could feel my mouth curl into a grin with that question, as my hands pushed up the back of his neck. "You just kind of do, Tommy. Boys do it for you, where girls should be. It's hard at first, but you realise..."
"That's who you are?"
"Yeah." I dried down the back of his shoulders to the top of his round arse. "That's who you are and there's nothing you can do about it."
He turned around and offered his chest for drying. I have no idea what people around us thought, I didn't look. I held Tommy's gaze. He didn’t seem to care either.
I rubbed the towel across the base of his throat.
His beautiful green eyes held my gaze. His mouth was smiling, Mona Lisa style. I dried the tops of his shoulders. His head tilted slightly to the opposite side that I was drying.
“It takes quite a while, but you eventually get to realise that there is nothing wrong with you… and who you are.”
I rubbed the towel into his right armpit. He lifted his arm instinctively.
“So, you are cool with who you are?”
I pushed the towel into his left armpit. “Yes, Tommy. I came to terms with it some time ago.”
I dried his left pec.
“You wouldn’t change it?”
I dried his right pec. “I wouldn’t change it for anything.”
His gaze stared off into the distance.
I threw the towel into his face. “Come on, let’s go... handsome.”
He smiled and shook his hair out like a young stallion might shake his mane. “Okay.”
We talked about him starting uni as we walked home, which made me think about our age gap. I came to terms with fagdom and finished uni at the start of the 2000’s. Wow! I imagined doing all of that again. In a lot of ways, I thought how lucky Tommy was.
Tommy popped in with a towel and a back pack. "Do you want to come to the pool with me?" He looked sexy – bright-eyed, bubbly, shiny, happy, like the sun was shining out of him.
Sure. Why not, I thought? "Okay. I'm doing nothing else."
I blew a joint, before we left. Tommy was wide-eyed, a little surprised, I think. Then he wanted some. Fuck it, he's an adult, I thought. I handed it to him, avoiding giving a warning. He puffed hard, like a fat boy with cake. I told him to go easy, slowly. Have a little bit, you can always have more. I told him I didn’t want to have to carry him. He asked me real sweet,
“But you’d catch me?”
There was an intensity there, a wantonness that was impossible to ignore.
I rolled another joint, which we smoked on the way there.
The pool wasn’t particularly busy. There is something nice about being at the public pool, I guess it takes me back to my days growing up. Carefree, fun, lazy days when we were all learning the skills of socialsing.
Tommy pulled off his t-shirt and lay down on the concrete steps. He had on just his baggy black shorts. He pulled something from his back pack and asked me to put some SPF30 on him. I laughed to myself, as I thought of Nick's words.
I have to admit, I was pretty excited. Is that too purvey? Probably. Fuck it, who cares. It is too pervy, yeah? I'm not making excuses, you understand, he asked, I didn’t offer. I get to rub the cute Italian boy down, what did I care what anyone else thought about it. What you guys think about it? My cock twinged at the thought.
“You don’t mind, do you?”
“No, I’d be happy too.”
The lotion made a blurt sound as I squeezed it out onto my hand. I sat down on the step and was going to start with his legs. Tommy has great legs. He used to play soccer for the Italian Carlton soccer team, maybe he still did. I can’t remember? Shapely, covered in hair – thick thighs, bulging calves. He had on red jocks under his shorts, I could see them quite well. I could just make out the bulge of his nuts.
“Do you come down here much?” asked Tommy’s muffled voice.
I thought he was being funny, initially, a come on, but then I realised he just meant it simply, face value. “I used to once, but not so much now.”
“I like it here, it’s relaxed.”
“Good perve factor,” I said.
Tommy laughed nervously and agreed.
Suddenly, I felt really stoned. Suddenly, I felt like I didn’t care anymore, didn’t care for the pretence, didn’t care for the niceties, didn't care to play it safe. If Tommy wanted to play with the men, then he should expect to play by men’s rules. He was eighteen now, it was time to stop playing in the world like a boy. I wanted to say to him, as I rubbed the lotion together in my hands, perving on him. If you lay down in front of me so that I can see right up your shorts, sunshine, you should be ready for what might happen. Yeah, wow, those two joints were spinning my brian, er, brain.
“Do you have to work tomorrow?”
“No, day off. I was doing something with Steve, but he had to go to Sydney unexpectedly.”
There were plenty of people around, but none of them were taking much notice of the two of us, they were lost in their own lives. Besides, it’s Carlton, the sight of two boys together was hardly unusual, let’s face it.
“So nothing scheduled?” asked Tommy.
Both hands were well lubed with suntan lotion. I took his left thigh in my hands at the back of his knee and slid them all the way up to his scarlet jocks.
“How’s that feel?” I just couldn’t help myself. It was a stupid question really, but it gave me a thrill.
“Yeah. Go..od.”
I slid my hands back up his thigh, I could feel them undulating on the surface of his skin as they slid over his muscles, until the tips of my fingers touched the elastic of the leg of his underwear. Tommy flinched, but only a little.
I slid my hand back down to his knee.
“How does Steve fit in?” asked Tommy.
I ran my hands back up his thigh. I was so stoned, my head spun. I was so focused on Tommy’s leg that I, kind of, disassociated it from him. His beautiful thick thigh disappeared under the black material of his shorts to flower into his sexy as hell arse. The hairs on his skin glistened in the sun. The red of his jocks held him just so.
“Oh... he’s my guy.” I'd never stated my homosexuality so clearly to Tommy before. I just assumed he guessed, worked it out, knew.
I knew what I was going to do. I was a little surprised, but knew I was going to do it anyway. The ‘me and Steve’ question just seemed to fit in well.
My hands slid out over the curve of his thigh and back in as my hand on the inner side of his leg slid closer and closer. My heart was racing, I could feel it pounding in my ears. The ends of my fingers tingled, gravity pushed against them.
Then I slid my hand over Tommy’s nuts, big and round, cupping them gently. Tommy’s head lowered down into the t-shirt he was using as a pillow. I closed my hand slowly around his balls and squeezed, like a farmer might inspect a bull. He spread his legs almost unnoticeably, but he did. My dick went hard. Then my hand slid off his big round balls and back down his thigh.
I slid my hands up his thigh again and cupped his balls a second time. They were big and heavy. He didn’t flinch the second time. I wanted to slide my hand underneath to his cock, but we were in public, after all, and I couldn’t.
Remember you are in public, I told myself.
I looked around to see if anyone was watching, they weren’t, despite a couple sitting close to us.
I slid my hand back down his leg.
Tommy turned his head to the side. “You and Steve?”
“Yeah,” I said.
There was a momentary silence, quiet where neither of us spoke. Tommy lay with his head to the side. He wiggled his arse just gently, as if he was rolling on his hard cock.
“That’s pretty cool.”
“Yeah. It is.” And it was. I couldn't help but smile. I could feel my face grinning.
"Is he your boyfriend?"
"Yeah. He is."
I put more lotion on my hands and rubbed it on Tommy’s calves. He looked so perfect laying there in the sun.
“Come on, sit up, I’ll do your shoulders.”
He turned and grinned knowingly at me. We held eye contact just a moment too long – there was a million words said in silence in that milli-second. Those eyes. Yep, Tommy was turned on. He sat gazing at me.
“Back to me.” I grabbed his shoulders and turned him around. I couldn’t help but smile.
"So... you and Steve?"
"Yes. Me and Steve."
I rubbed his thick, broad shoulders with sunscreen. He relaxed into my grip and let his head flop just a bit under the pressure of my touch on his shoulders. Floppy, with me moving him about. He had a thick neck, big shoulders. He's got velvety skin and dark, dark brown hair. I have to admit, I like the feel of him in my hands. He's a big pup.
This was supposed to be sunscreen application, not a massage. I lift my hands up. “How’s that?”
“That was great,” Tommy almost purred.
We lay in the sun for a while. It got busier. The DJ played some cool music. We swam, tried to race each other. I found I was often grabbing onto his legs. Big smile. He's got such a great smile.
After we'd been swimming, I grabbed the towel out of his hand and dried his back. Steve calls me a Cougar when we talk about Tommy. He just kind of leant his head forward and enjoyed my hands rubbing him.
"How did you know you were gay?" he asked.
I could feel my mouth curl into a grin with that question, as my hands pushed up the back of his neck. "You just kind of do, Tommy. Boys do it for you, where girls should be. It's hard at first, but you realise..."
"That's who you are?"
"Yeah." I dried down the back of his shoulders to the top of his round arse. "That's who you are and there's nothing you can do about it."
He turned around and offered his chest for drying. I have no idea what people around us thought, I didn't look. I held Tommy's gaze. He didn’t seem to care either.
I rubbed the towel across the base of his throat.
His beautiful green eyes held my gaze. His mouth was smiling, Mona Lisa style. I dried the tops of his shoulders. His head tilted slightly to the opposite side that I was drying.
“It takes quite a while, but you eventually get to realise that there is nothing wrong with you… and who you are.”
I rubbed the towel into his right armpit. He lifted his arm instinctively.
“So, you are cool with who you are?”
I pushed the towel into his left armpit. “Yes, Tommy. I came to terms with it some time ago.”
I dried his left pec.
“You wouldn’t change it?”
I dried his right pec. “I wouldn’t change it for anything.”
His gaze stared off into the distance.
I threw the towel into his face. “Come on, let’s go... handsome.”
He smiled and shook his hair out like a young stallion might shake his mane. “Okay.”
We talked about him starting uni as we walked home, which made me think about our age gap. I came to terms with fagdom and finished uni at the start of the 2000’s. Wow! I imagined doing all of that again. In a lot of ways, I thought how lucky Tommy was.
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