Beside the pool, Aaron didn’t hesitate to pull off his t-shirt. I quickly turned away from him, deciding my best bet was to strip as fast as I could and then jump straight into the pool. The area was covered in shadows, but I knew Aaron would be able to tell if I got an erection, and I feared that would change our relationship completely.
I was in the water before Aaron had even finished undressing, and I got busy swimming, allowing myself to sneak only a single glance at him while he stood in a narrow band of light. We were both cut, and while my cock was six inches soft, I figured his was half an inch longer. Nothing massive, but it was still plenty sexy to look at. I bet it would feel fucking incredible in my mouth, too.
That thought made my dick stiffen a little, and I instantly tried to distract myself by gazing up at the sky and seeing if I could spot any planets. Meanwhile, Aaron got into the pool and let out a sigh of pleasure. “Damn, this feels good,” he said.
A brief, comfortable silence fell between us while we simply relaxed. There was something about being naked in the water that made me horny, and I felt like I was constantly struggling not to get fully hard. I couldn’t help but wonder if Aaron felt the same way. Looking over at him, I saw that he was floating on his back, his eyes closed, and even in the semi-darkness, that view was enough to make my dick pulse.
“How are things with Andrea?” I suddenly asked. Since that night when he’d gotten drunk, he hadn’t really talked much about what was going on between them.
“Pretty much the same,” he muttered. “She did give me a hand job a couple of nights ago.”
“Wow,” I said, unable to hide my sarcasm.
Aaron stood up in the pool and splashed water directly in my face. “Hey asshole, not all of us can go around getting our dicks sucked all the time!” he said, and though he was grinning, I heard a little bit of an edge in his voice.
I wiped the water from my eyes and said through my own grin, “It wasn’t all the time. Mostly on the weekends.” He splashed me again, prompting me to shout, “Cut it out, dickhead!”
“I bet you got laid all the time, too,” Aaron went on.
I grew quiet for a few seconds, wondering if I should tell him the truth. “Uh, no,” I finally said. “Just once, actually.”
“What?” he practically squawked in disbelief. “Are you shitting me?”
“I shit you not,” I said. “I had sex for the first time late last fall, and the guy was… kind of rough. He didn’t take enough time, didn’t use enough lube, and I wasn’t exactly ready, but he definitely was, so I figured I’d just get it over with.” I focused my stare on the water, watching the way it rippled ever so gently. Thinking back on that first time, what I most remembered was the pain. “It wasn’t great,” I continued quietly. “And I wasn’t eager to do it again, so I stuck with blowjobs from then on.”
“Jesus,” Aaron said in a low voice. “Did the guy use a condom, at least?”
“Yeah,” I said, “but I got tested later on, just to be safe, and I’m good.”
“I’m sorry that first time wasn’t good for you,” Aaron told me, and I knew he meant it. “Maybe next time you could be on top?”
I couldn’t help but smile at his suggestion. “I’ll give that a try at some point, I guess, but I’m pretty sure that I’m naturally a bottom.”
“So, wait… you always want to be the one fucked, not the one doing the fucking?” he asked, and I could tell he was a little astonished by this.
“That’s right. So now I just need to find a top who actually knows what the hell he’s doing!”
Aaron laughed at that, but I could almost hear the gears turning in his head while he processed this new knowledge about me. “But the blowjobs were all good, right?” he asked.
“The blowjobs were fucking fantastic,” I replied. “Well, except for one, when the guy got a little carried away and I felt his teeth.”
Aaron sucked in a deep breath, and I knew he was cringing. Then he swam closer to me. “Andrea’s only gone down on me once,” he confessed. “And she didn’t take much more than the tip in her mouth then. I made the mistake of putting my hand on her head, trying to very gently guide her downward, you know? And she fucking lost it.”
“Holy shit,” I said. “I’m really starting to think you two are never going to be sexually compatible, Aaron.”
Before he could respond, a bat flew over the pool, close to our heads, and skimmed the water’s surface. Aaron let out a yelp of surprise and quickly swam toward the side of the pool, and I couldn’t stop myself from laughing.
“I never would have guessed that you’re scared of bats, Aaron!” I knew I was being an asshole by taunting him, but he teased me plenty enough.
“I’m not,” he said curtly. “It just startled me, that’s all.”
I swam toward him and said, “I want to drink your blood,” using my best Dracula impression, which was admittedly pretty bad.
“You shithead,” he growled through his teeth, though I could tell he was trying not to laugh as well.
“I want to suck your neck,” I said in the same horrible accent.
“I got something else for you to suck,” he shot back, and I wasn’t sure which of us was more shocked, but I felt my cock twitch at his words.
I was not going to let this opportunity pass me by, I decided. “Oh, is that right?” I said.
Aaron didn’t answer, but as I drew closer and closer to him, he didn’t move away, either. Soon I was directly in front of him, and he had nowhere to retreat, since his back was up against the side of the pool. “Why don’t you show me what you’ve got?” I whispered.
“Lucas…”
I heard something like anguish in his voice when he spoke my name, and I knew he was about to balk. Before he could, I pressed a hand against his chest, waiting for his reaction.
His breath quickened, and he closed his eyes. Feeling braver, I slid my palm lower, over his flat, toned stomach and even farther downward until my fingers reached his hardening cock.
Aaron drew in a sharp breath, almost as if my touch pained him, but I knew better. Still he wouldn’t look at me, keeping his eyes closed, and I thought maybe it was easier for him that way.
“I’ll suck this for you,” I murmured.
He made a sound like a whimper, and when my fingers circled around his shaft, I felt his erection pulse in my hand. “We shouldn’t,” he protested weakly.
“Why not? It’s just a blowjob,” I said. I was trying to choose my words carefully, making every effort not to scare him off. He was unsure, in completely unfamiliar territory, and I knew I needed to play it cool.
“I’m not gay,” he said, finally opening his eyes to look at me. I couldn’t remember a time when he’d ever looked as anxious as he did now. “I’m not even bi.”
I wasn’t about to let him get hung up on labels and freak himself out to the point where he wouldn’t allow me to touch him. “No, you’re horny,” I said softly. “That’s all. And I’m horny too, so let’s just… help each other out.” Still I felt him hesitating, and it was then that I gently tapped my finger against his temple and told him, “You have to get out of your own head, Aaron. Less thinking, more fucking.”
He actually grinned at my words even as he shook his head. “We’re not gonna fuck, though.”