His name was Brady. We had been on the same water polo and swimming teams for four years and had become very close friends. This story begins our senior year of high school, toward the end of our final season of varsity water polo. The school bell rang at 2:45pm and I couldn't wait to walk down the hill to the swimming pool for afternoon practice. The coach was already yelling at the team to get changed and begin our warm up set. I headed into the locker room, entered my locker combination and pulled it open to find my baby blue aussiebum practice suit and goggles. As I began to get undressed I couldn't help but feel proud of my body and attractive features. As a 6'1, 170 pound, tan blonde with blue eyes, smooth skin, ripped body, bubble ass and 8" cut cock, I was not exactly modest. I was the stereotypical southern California surfer god, and I was late for practice.

Running out on the pool deck and diving into the pool to begin my warm up, Brady was not in my lane. I couldn't stand a practice without his body and smile to distract me. I asked a friend Greg if he knew where he was and he said he was making up a test and would be coming soon. I immediately pictured him in his red Speedos with water running down his back to his perfect ass that I had fantasized about so many times before. Every practice I made a point to accidentally grab his ass, playing it off by saying that he was swimming too close to me.

After the usual drills and passing, I saw Brady walk onto the pool deck, hand our coach a note and make his way to the locker room. Minutes later he walked out in all his glory and heads to the side of the pool deck to stretch out. I swam to the wall to get a closer look, pretending to have a cramp in my calf muscle. When I got to the side of the pool I looked up and Brady was standing with his legs spread wide inches away from me. He stands at 6'3 with 185 pounds of pure muscle, a true jock. Looking up from his long feet to muscular thighs, I stopped when my eyes met his massive bulge. I had only seen him hard once when I stayed over one night and without him knowing saw him jerk off in his Jacuzzi. He was at least 9" cut and thick. His balls almost turned me on more than his huge shaft: completely smooth, a sac the size of a softball, all I wanted was to suck on them. Moving my eyes up his body, I saw his rock hard stomach and 8-pack abs leading down to a V line that screamed sex. He has thick, hard, pecs and bulging biceps. Not a hair on his body. And then there was his smile; he looked like a beefier Channing Tatum, thick lips, light brown hair and baby blue eyes. But none of the above even came close to Brady's given physical attribute.

He turned around to stretch out his shoulder revealing his tan muscular back and the hottest ass I have EVER seen. Not just a bubble, two mounds of muscle with enough fat to let your fingers squeeze and slap with pleasure. I'd never wanted to rim an ass more than that moment. I entered back into reality as he dove in the pool