The Midnight Swimmer

It was two in the morning and it was too hot to sleep. The sheets were a tangled mess around Martin's ankles. Sweat trickled down his sides to the already wet bed sheets. He scratched his hairy chest, tugged absently at his flaccid dick and hefty balls, pulling a little on his loose foreskin and the metal cockring that felt too heavy in the heat; but it was too hot and his cock remained unresponsive. The air conditioner he had ordered would not be delivered for three more days. The small fan did nothing more than circulate the hot air around. Not even the open patio door leading to the bedroom's balcony offered the slightest breeze. Martin kicked off the sheets, swung his legs over the side and sat up, catching the hot, fan-blown air directly on the hair of his sweat-matted chest. He wiped the sweat off his face, caught a whiff of his underarm and decided to take another shower. Getting up, Martin headed for the bathroom but his eye caught the cover of [i]Sports Illustrated[/i]. It was of a hunky bikini-clad swimmer doing laps. "Not a bad idea," Martin thought to himself. He went back into his room, got his keys, put on his black Speedos with the red chevron on the crotch and grabbed his robe. Moments later he was up on the roof by the pool. As the roof door closed softly behind him, Martin heard the rhythmic slapping of a swimmer cleaving through the water. Someone else had gotten the same idea. Except for the four security lights in each corner of the courtyard, the pool area was dark, shielded by the potted trees and the umbrella-topped tables. Still in the shadows, Martin watched the figure in the pool for a few moments. He could not be certain, but he thought the swimmer, clearly a man, was naked. "This has possibilities," he thought. He felt his cock stir. Unobserved, and careful his keys made no sound, Martin slipped off his robe and draped it over a deck chair. Finally the swimmer, a blond, stopped and hugged the wall not ten feet from where Martin stood. Unsure if the swimmer was preparing to pull himself out of the water, Martin moved out of the shadows. The swimmer, taken by surprise, fell back in the water. "I didn't mean to startle you," Martin said softly, knowing how sounds carried in the dark. He went to the edge of the pool, knelt down and extended his hand. "I'm Martin." "Hi," the swimmer said, recovering his composure. His grip was strong and sure. Martin noticed his strong shoulders, chest and smile. "I'm Todd. Just moved in this morning. Apartment 5-F. The night was so danged hot, I didn't think anyone would mind." There was a slight twang to his voice, not Southern, more Mid-western. Martin sat on the ledge, letting his legs dangle in the cool water. "Pleased to meet you. Welcome to the building. I'm sure you're going to like it here. I've only been here a few months myself." He flashed a smile. "Why don't you come in?" Todd asked. "That is why you came up here, isn't it?" Martin smiled. "Yeah," he agreed, "it sure is." He pushed himself off the ledge and slid into the refreshing water. From under the water Martin saw that Todd was indeed naked. "You should be careful," Martin said when he came back to the surface. "I know you were alone, and it's the middle of the night, but I don't think everyone in this building would take kindly to a naked man in the pool." "What about you?" Todd asked, a little leery. In response to Todd's question, Martin slipped back under the water. When he resurfaced, he tossed his Speedos over by his robe. "Satisfied?" he asked with a smile. "I only wear them when I'm around people who need them." Todd smiled. "Man, I like your attitude." He turned and started doing laps again. Not one to be left out, Martin soon caught up to his neighbor. After swimming together for a while, both men stopped, treading water near the deep end wall. "This kind of reminds me of when me and my buddies would go skinny-dippin' in the lake on my daddy's ranch. Some of my best times were at the ol' swimmin' hole." His voice trailed off for a moment as he recalled the memory. "I think I've had enough," he said after a moment. He hoisted himself out of the pool, allowing the water to flow off his back and down his legs. The harsh white light of the security lamps made the usually bikini-hidden portion of his round ass cheeks glow an unearthly white. As Todd walked around the pool to where he had left his towel, Martin swam, following. He tried to catch a glimpse of Todd's cock, but the harsh shadows and Todd's movements kept it hidden. Draping the towel carelessly in front of him, covering his nakedness, Todd faced Martin. "You want to come down to my place for a while? I have a pitcher of iced tea in the 'fridge or I can put on a pot of coffee." "The iced tea sounds good," Martin agreed, thinking he'd need something to cool himself down with. He swam over to the wadding area, walked up the steps and out of the pool. Heedless of his nakedness, Martin waked around the pool to where he had tossed his Speedos, picked them up and wrung them out. Then he picked up his robe, not bothering to put it on. With his wet swim briefs and robe in hand, Martin casually walked over to the door where Todd was waiting. As he approached Todd, his dick, shriveled from his swim, swayed back and forth. Martin knew what he was doing. He was giving Todd an eyeful and hoped it would have the desired effect but his nonchalant attitude said he was not doing it on purpose. Todd had watched everything Martin had done as he tied the towel around his waist. Now he was glad he had, his cock was getting hard. He hoped that Martin would not notice the growing tent in the front of his towel. It was too late, Martin glanced down at Todd's crotch and smiled. "Something the matter?" he asked, flashing a toothy grin. "Uh, no," Todd said hesitantly. "No." "Then how about that iced tea?" The two padded down the hall past the pool supply closet to the elevators. They waited in silence for the doors to open, then entered. Todd pressed the five. With a slight jolt and a hum the elevator began its slow decent. In the cool dimness of the elevator's interior, Todd eyed Martin and wondered if he was gay or just unconcerned about being naked around a guy he didn't really know. The thought made his already hard cock twitch. [i]"I've got to find out."[/i] he thought to himself. The elevator came to a stop and the doors opened with a ding. Martin followed Todd down the corridor, intent on watching the towel move against Todd's ass. The apartment Todd led him to was in a state of disarray. "Excuse the mess," Todd apologized, "I still haven't completely unpacked. Make yourself comfortable. I'll only be a few minutes." He headed for the kitchen. Martin put his robe and swim briefs on the coat-tree by the door and looked around. The standard apartment white paint had been replaced with earth-tones. There was a Remington statuette near the stereo and the book Rodeo Pantheon, a collection of Delmas Howe's paintings, on the coffee table. Several prints were propped against the wall. Most of them were of the South-west by artists he did not know although Martin did recognized a couple Howe originals. "I take it you're from the Mid-west," Martin called out. "Yeah," Todd replied as he came back into the living room with a tall pitcher of iced tea and two glasses. He had exchanged the wet towel for a white terrycloth robe. He noticed that Martin was still naked. His cock throbbed slightly. As he walked, the belt sash loosened, revealing his stiff eight-inch cock waving back and forth. It was surrounded by a thick patch of golden hair that ran up to his navel and down around his tight ballsack. Martin was impressed. He accepted the iced tea, sat down on the couch and took sip. "You have some nice things here." "Thanks. I'm sure you're place is great too." Martin drained the glass of iced tea and placed the empty glass on the floor by his foot. "Where are you from?" he asked as he draped his arm over the top of the couch and opened his legs a little wider. "Kansas. A ranch outside Dodge City." Todd took a sip from his glass, not taking his eyes off Martin's cock. A trickle of sweat ran down his neck and chest. He shifted nervously in his corner of the couch. He cleared his throat and took another swig of the iced tea. "Can I ask you a question?" "Yes, I'm gay." Martin answered, anticipating the question. He neither apologized nor was defiant in his statement. "I know you've been checking me out. I've been checking you out too." "Oh," Todd said quickly. "You want to go to the bedroom?" "Why? Anything we can do in the bedroom, we can do here. I am naked you know, in case you hadn't realized. Come here." He opened his legs as wide as he could. "I want you to suck me off." Without another word, Todd got off the couch, slipped off his robe and knelt in front of Martin's cock. It was still soft. He took it in his mouth, nibbled on the foreskin. He gummed the soft cock until it began to swell. It tasted of chlorine and musk. A deep-throated purr escaped from Martin's lips. "Yeah," he growled. "Just like that." He bucked his hip to give Todd access to his ass. "Suck it good." Todd sucked greedily on Martin's growing cock, burying his nose deep in the patch of wiry hair each time he came to the root of the cock. He fingered Martin's ass and played his tongue over his piss-slit, sometimes nibbling on the foreskin. Martin began bucking his hips more and more often, shoving his thick cock down Todd's willing throat. He pushed Todd's face off his cock suddenly, grabbed his saliva-slick dick and began pumping his meat savagely. With the foreskin pulled back, the knob of his cock flared. Todd knew what was coming. He opened his mouth and waited. Martin squeezed his cock and pumped more furiously. "I'm gonna cum," he whispered hoarsely. Seconds later thick ropes of cream colored cum shot out of his dick, slamming into Todd's waiting face. Sticky ropes of cum hung from Todd's cheeks and nose. When Martin finished shooting, he rubbed his stiff cock over Todd's face, spreading the cum around. Then Todd took the still-hard cock back in his mouth swallowing it to the root. He licked the cock clean and sucked the last few remaining drops of cum out of the piss-slit. "Not bad," Martin whispered breathlessly. He pulled Todd up onto the couch and made him lay on his back. "Now, I'm gonna fuck you." Without much ceremony, Martin lifted Todd's legs up into the air and draped them over his broad shoulders. Todd's rosy hole puckered slightly in anticipation. He spread Todd's ass cheeks wide and fingered the bunghole first with one thumb and then the other. Then he put his face in Todd's crack, plunging his tongue into the chlorine-tinted hole. The coarse hair of Todd's ass tickled Martin's nose. After a moment, Martin got up, grabbed Todd's ass and opened it as wide as to would go. He spat onto the puckering hole, placed the tip of his cock against it and pushed. Todd's ass resisted momentarily, then gave way, allowing Martin's thick cock entry. Martin took his time, inching his cock deeper and deeper into the warmth of Todd's ass with each thrust. When he was half-way down the length of his cock, Martin with-drew all but the knob of his dick and paused. Without warning, Martin plunged the entire length of his cock deep into Todd. Again he paused, allowing Todd to adjust to Martin's cock inside him. Then he took his cock out again to the knob and thrust it in all the way. He continued these deep-thrusted fucks, going faster and faster. Todd moaned in pleasure; bucking his hips and slamming his ass down onto the root of Martin's cock to the rhythm Martin had set. His own cock was harder than it had been in months. The glands were flared and the tip nearly purple. Beads of pre-cum glistened on the tip of Todd's cock. His breathing became deeper, more labored. Martin grabbed the root of his own cock and squeezed as hard as he could, hoping to put off shooting his load as long as he could, but it was too late. He shoved his cock deep into Todd one final time and stiffened. Deep in his bowels, Todd felt Martin's cock quiver and throb. Load after load of hot cum shot into him. Todd grabbed his cock and began pumping. He did not have to pump long. Thick ropes of his own cum shot out onto his chest as Martin still shot inside him. Finally Martin collapsed on top of Todd. Their breathing was deep, their sweat and cum mingling between them. Soft and slimy, Martin's cock slipped out of Todd's ass. The apartment was silent except for their breathing. After a moment, Martin lifted his head off Todd's chest and smiled. "I'd like to see that bedroom of yours." he whispered, his eyes shinning. Todd's cock quivered slightly. "Sure," he said, "but how about a shower first?" Martin grinned toothily. "Do I get to wash this?" He gently squeezed Todd's cock. "I wouldn't have it any other way."