Danny swam closer, pinning Kevin to the side
of the pool. “Or what?” he wanted to know. He touched Kevin again,
rubbing down the length of his stomach this time, over his navel,
lower. When Kevin pushed him away, he laughed. “Do you know how
hugeyour dick looks underwater?” he wanted to know.
Kevin glowered at him and didn’t reply. Danny
moved in like a circling shark, his body brushing alongside Kevin’s
under the water. This close, his thick eyelashes were dark clumped
triangles, his eyes laced red from the chlorine. One of his hands
disappeared into the water to feel along Kevin’s muscled thigh.
“Why do you shave your legs?” he wanted to know.
Turning away, Kevin raised his knee to block
his genitals from those exploring fingers. “Less friction in the
water,” Kevin grumbled.
Danny pressed against him and his knee slid
aside, letting Danny into the space between his legs as his hand
moved around Kevin’s thigh to thumb against the soft flesh of his
testicles. Kevin’s dick jumped as if goosed into attention, the tip
poking into Danny’s stomach. “How many seconds do you add to your
time by shaving your ‘nads, too?”
“I don’t—” Kevin started, but Danny’s hand
closed around his nuts and he lost his train of thought. Firm
fingers rubbed along the sensitive skin just below his sac while a
strong thumb rolled his balls around Danny’s palm. Each movement
thickened Kevin’s dick, hardened it, until the damn thing stood up
on its own. Kevin wrapped his legs around Danny’s waist, his ankles
twined together behind Danny’s back. He held onto the sides of the
pool while Danny worked at him, massaging his balls. Without
realizing it, Kevin started to whimper faintly. His lower lip
caught between his teeth, he leaned back against the concrete floor
and closed his eyes as he gave into the sensations, the moment,
Danny.
With his other hand, Danny began to stroke
Kevin’s hard dick. His touch glanced over Kevin’s erection like the
faintest of currents before wrapping completely around him and
tugging, squeezing, pulling him towards release. He arched against
Danny’s hands, thrust into them, and when a wayward finger eased
inside his ass, Kevin’s cry of pleasure echoed off the tiled
ceiling above. Danny’s hands raised him up, just enough to expose
the tip of his cock, which grew cold out of the water before Danny
closed his mouth over it. His tongue, hungry and hot, swirled
circles around the wet tip, sucking at Kevin as he bucked into the
willing mouth. Still those hands kept up their maddening pace, one
balling him senseless, the other kneading his thick shaft. The
finger inside him delved deeper, toying with his prostrate and
sending shivers of desire, throbs of lust, through his every
pore.
“Danny!” Kevin cried, using his arms as
leverage to raise himself out of the water and force as much of his
cock into Danny’s mouth as he could. His knees framed Danny’s head
now, his thighs draped over Danny’s shoulders, his legs crossed
behind Danny’s head. Kevin thrust into him, mimicking the rhythm
that Danny set as he strummed Kevin’s balls and ass. No more
whimpering—Kevin clawed at the side of the pool, seeking purchase,
as hunger and need ripped from his throat to reverberate across the
pool. “Oh God, oh yes, oh yes.”
He came in thick ropy spurts that startled
him. Usually it was just a little drab of cum, nothing much,
mingling with the soap in the shower and washing away down the
drain. This was a heady orgasm—Danny swallowed a mouthful before he
let Kevin slip free, and the rest beaded on his cheeks and
glistened his lips. Climbing out of the water, Kevin flopped
exhausted on the side of the pool, devoid of thought, his whole
body on fire. Then Danny lay down on top of him, holding him tight.
“Tell me that wasn’t worth it,” he sighed.
Kevin, spent, only nodded in reply.
* * * *
Later, Danny waited while Kevin locked up.
“My roommate’s going home next weekend,” Kevin said cautiously. “I
think he’s leaving Friday night.”
“You’re so loud,” Danny told him, “the whole
floor will know what we’re up to if we mess around in your
room.”
“I could keep it down.” Now that Kevin had
tasted a hint of what Danny could bring out in him, he wanted more.
He wanted it now, right here, all the time. No more avoiding the
guy—just the thought of Danny’s hands on his body set his blood
racing to fill out his dick. Hadn’t Danny said he’d change Kevin’s
mind? “Maybe I could like bury my head in my pillow, what do you
think?”
Danny narrowed his eyes, unwilling to give in
so easily. “Are you still going to be a dick to me?”
“I wasn’t—”
“Because I have to admit,” Danny continued,
“that sort of treatment really turned me on. If I have to work for
a piece of your ass? I’m going to want it that much more.”
Kevin stopped walking, mulling it over. God
knew he could play hard to get. When Danny turned around, Kevin
brushed by him at a fast clip, head high. “Alright,” he said, his
tone flippant. “See you around.”
He was almost to the front doors of the gym
before Danny called out, “Hey! Not yet! We’re still walking here.”
Kevin glanced over his shoulder and grinned, then pushed through
the doors and took off across campus at full speed. Danny raced
behind him, struggling to catch up. “When I get you,” he
promised.
Kevin couldn’t wait.