“Jack”

My eyes widened under my dark glasses as he came through the gate on the far side of the pool. My eyes were glued to him, watching him walk across the cement. A pair of baggie board shorts hung loose and low on his hips. He was the sexiest man I had ever laid eyes on. He stands 5’ 10” with a thatch of blonde hair, bright green eyes and full lips. A dark shadow of stubble roughened his boyish face. I watched the tight muscles of his swimmers body ripple from moving a lounge chair into the sun and spreading his towel over it. The sun glistened in the dark blonde hair that lightly flowed over his chest and dived down his chiseled abs before disappearing into his shorts. He laid back folding and clasping his hands behind his neck. The dense hair of his pits stuck out in long spikes. My dick stirred at the sight of him laying there with beads of sweat rolling down his body.

He got up and dove into the cool water. He glided through the pool at a slow pace water washing over the flexing muscles of his shoulders and back. After a few laps he returned to his chair. His wet shorts clung to him like a second skin riding even lower from the weight. I could clearly see the outline of a thick cock and heavy balls plastered to his thigh. My head swam with visions of me on my knees before him with his thick meat between my lips. I moved my leg in an effort to conceal my growing erection. I wanted him bad. All indications were he was straight but maybe some day I would get a chance to see how straight.

I caught site of Jack the day he moved into the townhouse three doors down from mine. He was unloading boxes from his S.U.V. The jeans he wore rode just below his tan line but snug enough to hug his firm ass. I watched over the next couple of hours as he heated up in the summer sun. From my distance I could see the sun catching in the beads of sweat rolling down his back and chest. The light coat of hair over his pecs darkened from the moisture, which ran through the thick trail flowing down his six-pack and into his jeans. I imagined myself licking the sweat from his body.

Over the next few weeks I got to know him. He was from Ohio. He moved out here to play bass with a local band. He also did some freelance photography for two nature magazines. He had a girlfriend who had been out to visit twice. He had great taste in music and loved to cook. I also realized he didn’t like to wear a shirt or underwear. As a result I got the constant treat of seeing him half naked along with the obvious gifts he had hanging freely under shorts that barely clung to his hips or outlined against his thigh under his pants. Many nights I had dreamt my mouth exploring his heavy balls and thick cock.

My torment only worsened one afternoon in early summer. I had borrowed some CD’s from him and needed to return them. I called and he asked me to bring them by. I opened the gate and walked into his courtyard and almost fell over. Jack was lying on a lounge chair getting some sun wearing a red Speedo. I couldn’t help staring at his huge package.