Swim With Nick

I once again had to go see the family that all lived on top of a hill south of the downtown area, exactly what city that was never you mind. But it was an old house, bought when the town was still a booming industrial center, now it was sort of forgotten and laid to rest, but that family my aunt married into was WEIRD, they all had some sort of problem, as they were sort of backwoods type people, now they weren’t marrying cousins or anything but they just acted bizarre to us.

The house was built in the 1950’s but was added on; it was sort of at the top of the hill overlooking the setting sun as the birds would bath in the berry bushes. Other than the view the other reason I went there was they had a pool! Damn it was nice to have a pool in that hot sun, especially what was weird about it was you could not see it from the house, as it was deep down the hill in the woods.

We had some kind of hors devours, I think that’s how you spell it, and they were deliciously creamy, in fact I got some white cream on the side of my mouth a foreshadowing of what was to cum (cliché sex pun win!).

I went into the bathroom, to change clothes, and saw some interesting things in the cupboard. One of those things was a box of condoms! Oh my. That was a mystery I sort of did not want to get to the bottom to.

Now I am Eric, the same character from the other story, Old Farm Fun, (oh you didn’t read it…maybe you should) I was a teenager, 6’l”, brown hair brown eyes, white skin, and man did I like white cotton briefs! They are perfect for what they have to do down there, keeping my 6.75” dick where it had to be.

However, today I was swimming so I chucked off my tighty whities and looked at myself in the mirror like all the other characters in these sex stories on this site, they just stand there, admire themselves, and shake their ass. I just glanced in the mirror, that’s all. I gazed at my skinny white frame, thin body, hairless chest, hairy armpits and dick, my brown eyes, long eyelashes, and short hair.

I didn’t want to embarrass myself so I wore Speedos, a jock strap and then my regular suit after the ole “Is that a pool toy in your pants incident of 2007?” In which the object in question was most certainly not a pool toy although I wouldn’t mind at all if you tried to inflate it!

Two years ago, while swimming, my younger cousin Shelby, while I was eating dinner with her at the pool, asked what was in my pants? I sort of chuckled, adjusted myself and said something along the lines of, “How did that get there?” She said, “There’s a big lump in your shorts haha!” and I said, “It’s because I’m fat okay!” Truth be told, I had no interest in 9 year old girls or sex education, or the combination of the two so I brushed it off in whatever manner I could.

Anyway I was in my jock strap, Speedo briefs, and swimsuit running down to the pool. The adults stayed back and trusted me alone because I was one the swim team for crying out loud! I found the spot where the water filter was pumping out water at a quick speed, and pulled down the top of my suit, allowing my cock to feel the nice pressure of the water.