It was a brisk autumn day as Karl Chapman, Dagwood Strewth, and Jessibelle Dillas met in the lower atrium of the Northern Tropics hotel. They had been invited to spend the three day weekend at Aeryn and Edwin's fathers resort while it was getting refurbished from the summer bustle. It was essentially a merger of a glorified motel combined with a small water park and botanical gardens. All put together it was a very successful venture, likened as a small scale theme park. The trio had reached consensus that a day at the pool was in order and as they walked down the hallway they chatted excitedly with Dagwood rolling the drink cooler behind them.
Despite being the one 'officially' after Jessibelle, Dagwood Strewth felt like more of a chaperone than a suitor as he overlooked between the chatting pair. They bickered and teased and taunted one another and in short, got on like a house on fire. To make things worse, as they neared the pool, Karl Chapman had removed his shirt and had it draped around his shoulders along with his towel. Dagwood had done likewise, but there was a stark contrast between his burgeoning beer belly and Karl's sculpted six-pack.
In fact, Dagwood was a little nervous of how well Karl and Jessi were getting on. For a time, he thought that he was making great progress with Jessi, but the speed in which she had taken to Karl made him wonder if she was simply that personable, or that Karl and she had clicked. And to make things worse to the budding romance, he knew that the 'black guys are bigger' saying wasn't complete nonsense. Most of the guys back home sized up beyond his expectations. Nothing terribly daunting, but surprising none the less. If Karl was hanging along those lines, Dagwood knew he didn't have a hope.
He was able to put his worries aside as they stepped outside onto the little rise overlooking the outdoor pool. It was a breezy day and the outdoor complex, although not in use, still looked nice and relaxing. Lifting the portable cooler down the stairs to a shallow alcove, Dagwood could almost for his worries about things. Karl looked at the pool in awe, it put the size Olympic to shame, "So it's fine for us to dive in?" Dagwood smiled graciously, "Sure, dive on in. Mr. Johnson, Aeryn's dad owns it all. And we're some of the honored guests." "Nice..." Dropping his towel, Karl dove straight in, and again Dagwood felt pangs of jealousy seeing as how he hadn't limbered up or stretched beforehand and was now jetting through the water with ease. You boys have fun, I'm going to lounge off for a bit, and with that Jessi removed her sundress to reveal a luscious red two-piece bikini. But Karl had missed that part; he was already in the water. He missed the ocean something terribly and the Olympic sized pool sent out too strong a calling. Although somewhat cold for his tropical tolerances, Karl endured it as he took off, jetting up and down in the water. Luckily for Dagwood, Jessi hadn't paid them any mind as she was attempting to unfold one of the deck chairs.
Cheerfully swimming along in the pool, the last thing on Karl's mind was sex. But it was the number one priority on Dagwood's after seeing Jessi's change of attire. The red bikini clung to the contours of her body perfectly, accentuating every sumptuous curve. She was paying neither of them any mind, happily stretched out on the reclining deck chairs. Taking a beer out of the cooler and thumbing the cap off, Dagwood thoughtfully stepped over to the water dipped a foot in. "A little chilly..." He smiled, "Someone's gonna be cold when they come out...." Kicking the water off, he drained his beer and returned to the cooler for another bottle. Jessi had found out that late autumn was not an ideal time to sunbathe, had wrapped her towel around her shoulders like a shawl, and was now lounging lazily on the chair, having a cool drink to keep her warm. Meanwhile, out in the pool, Karl sped past, leaving a white froth in his wake.
At this point, Dagwood Strewth was feeling more than a little jealous. Although unconcerned before, Jessi was now sitting up and was watching Karl frolic through the water with growing interest. He took another swig of beer, eyeing Jessi track Karl's course. As he got off of the edge of the pool, Dagwood realized that he was being a sore loser, but what made it worse was that he had only found out he was competing after the race had begun. Perhaps it was the drink, the jealousy, or a combination of both that caused it, but as Dagwood was bending down to dry his legs, he noticed something as Karl hauled himself out of the water. And he smiled.
As the cold hit Karl while he padded over to his towel, Dagwood nudged Jessi whispering to her and jerking his head towards the shivering Karl. Jessi, whose attention had snapped off of Karl the instant he exited the pool, was less than pleased with Dagwood's beer breath wafting across her face. However, she allowed her eyes to wander back over to Karl, and snickered.
Karl still hadn't noticed what had happened, but as he toweled lower, looked down and hastily pulled up the waistline of his trunks. As he looking sheepishly over to the other two, Jessi guiltily jerked her gaze away, but continued smiling as she pulled out a beer for herself. He padded over still shivering and now a little nervous as how to explain what they'd seen, "Sorry about that little slip up. You know how it is, a splash of cold and then suddenly there's nothing to keep your pants up." He looked to Dagwood for support, but the smiling Australian had found a weak point and was eager to capitalize on it.
"So what you're saying," Dagwood smiled, "Is that you're going through a bit of shrinkage?" At this comment Jessi pitched forward, spraying the last dregs of her drink in laughter. In doing so, her towel which she had placed over her chest for warmth, became dislodged, and Karl saw what he had missed earlier. Bent forward laughing, Jessi gave both Dagwood and Karl a prime view of her dark cleavage. Feeling warm and relaxed from the beer, Dagwood felt his manhood begin to bulge. But Karl even when confronted with a direct view of Jessi's cleavage, bouncing and jiggling from laughter, found his libido still thawing out.
A little heated now, Karl piped up, "Hold on now, that's hardly fair passing judgment like that. I've just come from a cold dip in the pool and you expect me to give a good showing?" He turned towards Dagwood, "Plus Dagwood, you may not have gone for a dip but I'm sure the cool air's impacted you as well. Probably not as bad as me, but I'm sure you'll come close."
As Dagwood smiled, it dawned upon Karl that he had inadvertently started something, and feeling challenged, he had lighted upon a weak-spot and was going to exploit it for all it was worth. "I don't know. I'll let you be the judge of that one," Grinning happily, Dagwood tugged down his shorts... "Flwump," The sound effect he made matched perfectly as his heavy flaccid member dropped out of his pants. Jessi's eyebrows went up, and swallowing another mouthful of beer added her two cents, "Wow, that's not bad. Not bad at all... in fact I'd say it's pretty good. Actually, it's really good. It's...it's... it's impressive."
"Ah well, thank you ma'am, ah thank you very much ..." as Elvis impersonations go, an Australian Elvis left much to be desired, but as Jessi was two tequila's shy from 'floor', she found it hilarious. Dagwood Strewth was the kind of guy who could spout off something trite and it would be guaranteed a cheap laugh or a quick chuckle. On the other hand Karl could weave stories that would have you in stitches for hours, but right now, Jessi couldn't follow a thread.
