Alone. We were alone in the pool house. Just Will and I. The guy I'd longed to be with so long, was finally here within my reach. The swim had left us wet and vulnerable in a way. Our suits clinging to our bodies. You could make out the perfect curve of Will's cute ass, and the bulge at his crotch, the cock I longed for. His stomach was perfection, and the slight definition of his pecs left little to be desired. Then that face, oh that face. His smile lit me up everyday.
He sat down on a chair, commenting on how many laps he had swam. He asked me how many I did, but I was mesmerized with his physique and his face. He got my attention my calling my name a few times, asking what I was staring at. I simply responded with "got lost in something." That something was his eyes. Two bright shards of the lightest brown. He stood up to start stacking the pool cushions, and I stood up as well. He tossed me a cushion, only to realize after that I wasn't paying attention. The cushion hit me in the face. He responded with a joking "a little distracted by something, are we?" He took a cushion and threw it harder at me. Me, never hating physical competition, even if it wasn't with a hot guy, came back with an equal throw. He ran full force with a cushion which left him on top of me, with only a cushion separating us.