Chris was taken aback. “I… uh, that was nice.”
“We can do more if you come in the pool with me. Here, I’ll go first.” Jamie put his arms beneath the bubbles. When they emerged, his hand held the lime green swim trunks. Jamie threw his suit across the patio. He gave Chris a seductive look.
Chris was still caught off guard. “Wow. That’s uh… wow. Yeah, I’m not doing that.”
Jamie again placed a hand on Chris’ hairy chest. Chris could feel the boy’s bare leg press against his. Jamie again kissed him.
“Come on,” Jamie said softly, rubbing Chris’ chest. “You’re the hottest one here; why not let everybody see it? All you have to do is…” Jamie pulled the drawstring that held Chris’ board shorts closed, undoing the knot.
“H-hey now…” stammered Chris. Can’t we just stay here and, uh, make out or whatever?”
Jamie gave him a devilish look. “Mm. Stubborn. I can deal with stubborn. We’ll do it your way. But, uh, if we’re going to stay here, can you be a gentleman and go get me a beer?” Another kiss.
Chris smiled at him. Maybe this party wouldn’t be such a waste, after all. He rose and looked toward the pool. For all the foam and spray, he could barely make out the naked figures splashing around. Squinting, he thought he saw Geoff riding naked on the shoulders of the guy from before. Good for hi- “HEY!”
Distracted by the commotion in the pool, Chris hadn’t noticed that Jamie had shifted behind him and, when Chris engaged in trying to find his friend, had yanked down the board shorts he had forgotten to re-tie. Chris immediately covered his dick and balls with both hands and attempted to turn and face Jamie.
Had Chris thought this through, he would have realized that spinning around quickly while his ankles were constrained by the board shorts was a bad idea. He stumbled and fell on his ass back into the hot tub, causing a large splash. That distraction was all Jamie needed to snatch the board shorts off Chris’ feet, leaving him completely naked, his hands still protecting his modesty. Chris looked up to see Jamie smiling from ear to ear, holding the board shorts above the water, a trophy.
“This is your fault, you know. Why do you wear such a huge, baggy swimsuit? You’re just begging someone here to yank it off.”
Chris stared slack-jawed for a second. “Ha, ha. Okay, fine, you got me. Now give it back.”
“This? Oh, Hell no. If you want it, you’ll have to come get it.” Jamie rose, giving Chris an eyeful of his toned, smooth body, and good-sized dick.
“You… You, ah…” Chris found it suddenly difficult to form words. He shook his head. Snap out of it, he thought. Concentrate on the situation at hand: junk hanging out, need shorts. “Don’t you dare. And I’m not being cute or whatever, just come back here and give me the shorts.” He held out a hand, grateful for the bubbles that obscured his body.
Jamie gave a devilish grin and, without a word, stepped out of the hot tub and began walking toward the house.
“Jamie! Jamie, I said give me those…! Fuck!” Chris watched as Jamie disappeared into the sliding door of the house. He looked around him. Lost in the commotion in the pool, nobody else at the party had noticed what happened. Small favors, thought Chris. He considered his options. He could sit here and wait for Jamie to come back. But what if he didn’t? He could try to grab one of the discarded swimsuits lying around the patio without anybody seeing him. Right, like he could fit into one of those. Damn, Jamie has a nice ass….No, no; concentrate. The only thing he could do would be to make a dash for the house and hope that he could find Jamie and get the suit back. And all he had wanted was to sit in the hot tub and drink some beer. Sigh.
Chris took another look around. The other party guests didn’t even know he was alive. Chris took a breath and exhaled. Placing his hands tightly around his crotch, he rose, stepped out of the hot tub, and ran — shuffled, really – to the best of his ability into the house. Please nobody see my ass; please nobody see my ass.
He stepped through the sliding door and looked around. Nobody. Everyone must be in the pool, he thought. Keeping his hands in place, he began walking down the hall. “Jamie! Jamie, where are you?” he rasped. No need to attract attention to himself. He became aware that he was dripping all over the carpet. Fuck. “Jamie!”
“In here!” The voice emerged from a room down the hall.
Chris quickly shuffled down the hall and peered into the room, which was lit only by a desk lamp. It was a bedroom. On the bed, his legs spread, his growing cock in full view, was Jamie. He still held the board shorts in his hand. “Hey there.”
“C’mon, give those back. I chased you all the way in here.”
“Come on, yourself. You want these, you have to come over here and get them, just like I told you.”
That was it. Chris had officially had it up to here. He hadn’t wanted to come here in the first place, and in the time he had been at the party he had been abandoned by his friend, forced to drink shitty beer, made to feel insecure about his appearance, and now this little twink had stripped him and was fucking with him.
“You want me to come over there?” said Chris, his voice louder and deeper. “You want me to come over there?” Chris took his hands away from his crotch. He wasn’t a porn star, but he had a good dick. Hard, it was about seven inches and thick. Currently it was semi-hard, and swung when he removed his hands. He hadn’t realized how turned on he had gotten by looking at the boy waiting for him on the bed. ” I think you better get your ass over here.”
Jamie’s eyes were glued to the eyes of the expanding cock of the angry masculine stud standing before him.
“I said get your fucking ass over here!”
Jamie scrambled to his feet, and approached Chris, standing an inch away from him. “Yes, sir!” Jamie beamed, his own hard-on raging.
“You don’t need to be standing up for his,” said Chris. Putting his hands on the boy’s shoulders, he forced him to his knees.
Jamie didn’t need any more instruction than that. He immediately grabbed Chris’ rapidly expanding cock and took it in his mouth. He hungrily started sucking it, delighting in how it grew to its full, rock-hard length in seconds. Jamie wrapped his tongue around the head, took the entire shaft down his throat, shoved his face into the dark hair that surrounded the cock.
“Good boy,” said Chris. His earlier awkwardness had been replaced by lust. This is crazy, he thought. I never get like this. I’ve never wanted to treat somebody like this before. Chris went with it, reaching a hand down and grabbing Jamie’s hair. The boy’s mouth felt great taking his cock. He held the back of Jamie’s head as he began to fuck his face, shoving his cock deep down the twink’s throat. He threw his head back. “Fuck yeah. Still wanna try and fuck with me?” He increased his pace and threw his hips into it.
Jamie loved taking Chris’ entire length in his mouth, and the way the man guided his head with his big, strong hand. Jamie reached around with both hands, taking handfuls of Chris’ meaty ass. He squeezed.