greasy, and knotted in certain areas. He had a somewhat cute face, but it was hidden behind a couple days’ worth of stubble and what appeared to be crusted egg. He wreathed himself in a plain white t-shirt, denim shorts, and pink flip-flops.

“So you wanna do this right? Let’s get to it,” Guy said, walking towards me.

Had it not been for my bulging balls, I would have declined his offer for sex, but I was in desperate need of some release, especially after my interaction with the swimmer earlier in the day. As such, I gave a simple reply of “yes.”

Guy wasted no time in pulling his denim shorts down to his ankles and telling me to “suck it good, baby.” Perhaps I would have “sucked it good” if it had been the nine inches I was expecting, but instead he pulled out a skinny five-incher that barely poked out of the forest of his pubic hair. I unclothed myself as well and starting to stroke myself off, happy to at least be getting some dick. Guy pulled on my cock a little too, but he mostly concerned himself with grabbing the back of my head. After about five minutes or so of receiving head from me, he squirted his come into my mouth. I had barely gotten hard during the incident, and he showed no signs of offering me at least a good blowjob.

“Ah that felt great man. Let’s do it again sometime,” he said while pulling his denim shorts back up over his genitals. He left as quickly as he came, leaving me on the bed naked with a burgeoning set of balls. I buried my face in a pillow and fell asleep, too disappointed to even care about anything else. Honestly, I think I was just glad that Guy was gone.

I looked back down at my morning woody making a tent out of the satin sheets. I still felt like I needed a release, but I didn’t have the energy or the right stimulation. I pulled the sheets off and got out of bed, my dick pointing straight forward. I walked over to the bay window and drew the curtains aside. My intention was to check out the pool and consider a morning swim to forget last night, but instead my eyes came across the swimmer with whom I had spoken last night. He reclined in a chair by the pool wearing tight yellow Speedos. His legs were shaved and golden. They glistened in the sun like a new pair of earrings. He had on sunglasses and faced away from me, holding a banana (what I assumed to be his breakfast) but not yet eating it. The size of his cock and the size of the banana were nearly indiscernible because of the area covered by his bulge.

As he slowly began to peel away the skin of the banana, I reached one hand down and rubbed the area between my balls and my thigh. I used my other hand to spread the pre-cum that had oozed from my dick around on my soft pink head. The swimmer’s body mirrored my own—strong legs and upper body, tanned skin, well-defined pelvis leading a triangular trail to his cock. I took advantage of my raging morning wood and began to stroke all