I’m drowning…
I’m about half way there, still underwater when I hear a muffled splash. Shit! He dove in after me! I kick my feet and windmill my arms harder and faster until my hand hits the slick tiles of the side of the pool on the other side. I dart up to the surface and take a much-needed deep breath of air then move my hands to the edge and hoist myself up.
A strong hand wraps around my ankle and I’m back underwater, fighting to break free. He let’s go after I accidentally kick him and we come up for air, gasping and panting from the excursion. We look over at each other and neither of us gives anything away. I’m still determined and so is he. It’s this strange square-off, but I stir in my shorts watching the water run down the side of his face and drip off his nose. Why, oh why does he have to look so beautiful all the time? Shit.
He lunges. I splash him to make him back off. He shakes the water off and splashes me back. I close my eyes and wipe my face with my hands. Big mistake ‘cause now there’s hands on the top of my head and I’m being forced down under the water. I try reaching for the side but I miss. He’s holding me down and it’s really starting to piss me off. Those six inches in height he has on me is making this easy for him.
I struggle to get my footing but I can’t seem to get my feet underneath me. I grip his wrist to pull his hand off of me but he holds steadfast. I kick at his legs but he still doesn’t falter. My lungs squeeze, I need air. I panic and find the only thing I can to possibly help my situation.
I grab the pant legs of his sweats and yank them down. His dick springs out… the fucker is hard. I shake that thought away because the loss of his pants has caused him to release me so I react urgently to reach for the surface.
Once I catch my breath and wipe the water out of my eyes, I see him throwing his wet-soaked sweats out of the pool. I splash him again shouting, “Fucker!” and I leap onto his back. It knocks him off balance and we both go under, flipping and rolling like a crocodile does when it’s trying to drown its prey. He tries to grab me but I’m behind him. My chest tightens in need of air, I release him, putting my feet on his hips and pushing off to get to the top.
I gasp for air then hear a splash of water and a gasp from him. I jump away and turn around to face him; my chest still heaving.
He laughs and comes towards me. I back up; my body hits the wall. I reach up to splash him again and he grabs my wrists, slamming them against the tile. “Umph,” I grunt from the impact.
He presses his whole body against me, his hard dick slipping between my thighs and he covers my mouth with his. His tongue pushes and probes my lips to get inside.
I resist but it’s so dominating, so forceful, that my cock betrays me and pushes against his belly. A tingle courses through my body. I want him. I give in, open up and suck his tongue inside my mouth like a vacuum. It’s mine now and I’m not giving it back. He struggles and growls but that just makes me suck harder. He may have my body pinned but I’ve got his tongue so I’m winning and he knows it. He lets go of my wrists.
My arms and legs wrap around him in a tight hug, pulling him closer as I release the suction and push my tongue into his mouth. He grabs my face, I grab the back of his head and we’re kissing and gnawing and panting through our noses. It’s so fucking hot, I’m so fucking turned on, I squeeze my legs, pushing my dick harder into his stomach.
We’re moaning and groaning like animals, it echoes and bounces off the walls. He pushes my face away and breaks the kiss. He threads his arms through mine and spreads them trying to get me to release him. “Let go.”
“No,” I refuse breathlessly and capture his mouth again. Our tongues battle each other as his hands try to pry my arms and legs loose from around his neck and waist. I fight him and tighten my hold. His fingers dig into the flesh of my upper arms, forcing my muscles into a cramp. I squeeze my eyes shut tight and wince into his mouth. He finally wins and breaks the kiss again.
I growl at him and tilt my head forward to kiss him, but he turns his head. He pushes my hands against the wall. I grunt. “Stay,” he orders.
“No,” I refuse again and lift my arms.
He grabs them again and returns them to the wall, laughing. “Just stay, okay?” And before I can protest again, he’s got his fingers hooked in the waistband of my shorts and yanking them down.
I realize now what he’s doing so I quit fighting him and lift my legs so he can take them off of me. He tosses them over my head, the water dripping out onto my face and they sail through the air then land about five feet away with a loud splat. I want to resume our kisses so I reach for him again but he slinks down so fast that I miss his mouth and my lips end up brushing his forehead as he goes underwater.
Two seconds later, my dick is in his mouth. No teasing, no toying with it… he just engulfs the entire thing in one swoop. “Uhhhh,” I gasp, my chest still heaving. I grab onto the ledge and hang on. It’s the weirdest sensation. His tongue is there, his teeth are there, shit, the back of his throat… but there’s a sense of floating and weightlessness to my cock because even though it’s inside him, it’s still surrounded by water. Floating inside his mouth, bobbing against his tongue.
My head lulls back and hits the ledge of the pool. I’m moaning loudly. My fingernails scratch the cement. He slips his tongue into my piss slit, I yelp. He breathes out, bubbles rise to the surface. I’m hungered and crazed and I don’t want him to stop. I hold his head not letting him come up for air.
His arms snake underneath my legs and he hoists them onto his shoulders. He stands and his head comes up out of the water, my dick in his mouth, my legs wrapped around his neck. He takes one deep breath around the head of my cock then dives back down on me. I fist my hand in his hair. Taking me all the way in, I bump the back of this throat and he swallows around it, compressing it, sending a euphoric spasm up my shaft.
I squeeze and jolt and buck up to meet his bobbing head, riding his shoulders, fucking his face. I pivot my hips in and out of the pool making peaking waves and slapping my ass cheeks on the water.
“Fuck, yeah,” I moan through clenched teeth. I don’t know what’s come over me, but I want to just scream at him and shout at him, ‘suck my dick!’ but I’m not usually that aggressive with him so I don’t but that doesn’t stop me from shoving it deeper into his mouth. He grunts and constricts his throat. My wild movements almost make him gag.
He grips my hips and pulls off of me so sharply that my dick springs back hard and slaps my belly. He takes it in his hand and pumps it. I reach for his head with my hands, leaving my upper body to teeter on the surface of the water by just my neck against the edge of the pool. I grab his ears and pull. “Suck me!” I demand with a growl.
He pumps harder and hisses through his teeth. “You wanna fuck my face?”
“Yes,” and I tug harder on his ears, his hair, anything I can reach.
He lets go of my dick and bats my hands away then secures his hands on my ass. “Lift up,” he tells me.
I don’t respond, not sure what he wants me to do. All I want him to do is put my cock back in his mouth, damn it.
“No! Suck me off!” I shout, pulling on his head and thrusting up in his face.
“Up! Go!” he barks, lifting me up higher and pushing against my body. The rough cement on the edge of the pool starts scraping my shoulder blades.
“Ahhh,” I yell. It hurts and burns but I get the idea now. He’s trying to get me out of the water. I palm the cement and help him hoist me out.
I collapse on my back, the stinging from the scrape still pulsing on my skin, but I don’t care because he’s back on my dick. Attacking it with a ferociousness that excites me all over again. I plant my feet on the ledge and buck up into his mouth. He lets me so I move faster and faster, deeper and deeper. Bumping the back of his throat with each thrust. His spit is dripping down my shaft making it slicker and slicker. I’m so on fire and feel totally out of control.
He takes my balls in his hand, kneads them, rolls them. Oh shit. I pull out to shallow movements; his breaths are loud and wet through his nose. He points his tongue and it bumps my slit with each thrusts. I slow and jab at his teeth, just a little. The sharp jolts of pain shoot through my body. “Jerk me, suck me, make me cum,” I order him.
He wraps his fist around me and tightens his lips around the head. I started moving my hips again, up and down. Then faster and faster. He’s sucking on the tip swirling his tongue all around the outside while his hand slides along my shaft. I’m reaching the peak. I grip his head on both sides and hold him still. “Faster,” I mutter, more for myself than for him since I’m the one controlling the movements.
It doesn’t take much longer before I’m moaning incoherently at the pressure building up in my balls. I let loose, shooting stream after stream into his mouth. I pull his hair and shove my dick as far as it will go with his hand in the way as the orgasm rips through my body. I tense and arch my back; a grunt escapes from my throat. He hums as he drinks me and it sounds like ‘um huh’ over and over… I guess his way of screaming yes with his mouth full. But he takes it all, every last drop then I release my grip and he pulls away, allowing my dick to slip from his mouth and plop on my stomach.
My legs flop open and my arms splay across the cement. My whole body goes limp as a wet noodle. I’m spent and tired. My heart’s pounding and my breathing’s ragged.
“Ahhh, that was soooo great,” I sigh. “I’m wasted.”
He puts his hands against the back of my knees and pushes my legs up. I grunt at suddenly being folded in half. Then yelp when he bites my ass. It hurts and I try to buck my hips away, but I can’t; I have no strength at all. He lets go of one leg and pushes higher on the other, tilting my body to the side. He swats the exposed cheek, hard, with one hell of a stinging slap.
“Ow!” I scream. “What’d you do that for?”
“Animal. You deserve it.” Then he pinches the sensitive part at the back of my leg. Pinches it just as hard as he bit me and slapped me. I yelp and jerk away.
“Ow, damn it. Stop!”
“Thought you wanted it rough. You like it rough, little boy?” He swats me again with another stinging slap.
My ass is burning and it gives me newfound power. “Fuck! Stop!” I bolt upright, glaring at him, ready to wage war. He’s looking at me, smiling. “I’ll show you rough,” I tell him and I slap him across the face.
He grabs my wrist and laughs so I lean down and kiss him… tenderly and soft. I pull away but keep our foreheads pressed together. “Thank you,” I whisper against his face.
“Your welcome,” he whispers back.
“You can stop with the hurting me stuff now.” I give him a weak smile and kiss him one more time then collapse back down on the ground. The raw scrapes sting again and I wince at the pain.
He tilts me to the side and pours handfuls of pool water on my stinging ass cheek then kisses it lightly and rolls me back flat. He folds his arms on top of my legs and lays his head on top of his arms. I hook my feet around his back and comb my fingers through his hair. He’s kind of floating on his stomach, kicking his feet in the water behind him.
After a few moments of silence, I hear him sigh a deep breath. “We have to leave in two hours.”
I know, but I certainly wasn’t ready to be reminded just yet.
