Starting From Somewhere (Starting From 4)

“Y-yes.”

He kissed my nose as he pushed two fingers into my mouth. I held his gaze as I wordlessly sucked them. “Jack us for me. That’s it. Feels so good.”

I rested my forehead on his shoulder and smeared our combined precum over the tips of our dicks and down our shafts. I wrapped my fingers around us in a tight fist and did my best to give the hand job of my life while he fondled my balls and traced my crack. He released my balls to spread my cheeks apart and massage my entrance with a spit-slicked digit. I burrowed my face in the crevice between his neck and shoulder, whimpering with need when he finally slipped his finger inside.

Pleasure tingled along my spine. I clung to him as my rhythm faltered. “I’m—I need…”

“Come now,” he commanded.

I did.

Cum spurted on my hand and over the head of Bobby’s dick. That was when he took over. He used my cum as lube, recapturing my mouth in a searing kiss as he pumped his fist double time. He fell apart a moment later, grunting and bucking his hips until he was completely spent.

We didn’t move for a minute or two. To be honest, I was afraid to disturb the peace. The second we untangled ourselves, we’d have to address what we’d done. Or maybe we didn’t. I didn’t know the rules.

Oh well, here goes nothing.

I pulled back slightly and blurted, “What do we do now?”

Bobby J pursed his lips in amusement. “Get married?”

“You’ll have to ask me properly…preferably when I don’t have your semen on my hands.”

This time he belly-laughed. “I’ll keep that in mind. Come on, let’s wash up, get naked, and jump in the pool.”

He kicked his shoes off, then led me along a wide corridor to a small bathroom. I planned my escape as I lathered my hands with soap and stole surreptitious glances in the mirror at the sexy beast beside me. He was magnificent in all his sweaty, hairy, tattooed, bearded glory. I’d always had a thing for lumberjack-types who looked like they could break you in two. Bobby J certainly fit the description. I lowered my gaze and stared at his thick fingers. Just knowing one of those bad boys had been inside me made my dick twitch in renewed interest. God, I wanted more. I wanted his cock.

Yikes! I recited the periodic table in my head, looking everywhere but at him as I reached for the towel lying on the marble counter. That became impossible when he stepped out of his jeans and braced his arms on either side of the doorjamb, making himself into a naked human wall.

“What are you doing?”

“Waiting for you. Take your dad pants off, and let’s go swimmin’.”

I frowned. “These aren’t dad pants. Everyone wears them.”

“I don’t own a pair.”

“You should.”

“Why?” he asked, grabbing his package lewdly.

I swallowed hard and shook my head. “I don’t remember why. I don’t even know my name right now.”

Bobby J threw his head back and laughed. He pulled me against his naked self and blew raspberries on my neck till I squirmed away.

“You’re fucking adorable. Come swim with me, Cody boy.”

He kissed me soundly, then sauntered down the hallway in his birthday suit. I stared after him for a long moment with my tongue hanging out and an unconscious grip on my half-hard cock. Oh, wow. The real thing was better than any dream…by far.

When I thought I could move without tripping over my feet, I quickly undressed, left my clothes and shoes on a kitchen barstool, and hurried through the open glass door to join him outside.

Bobby J waded into the pool from the shallow end and stretched his arms above his head. He disappeared under the clear blue water. His muscular shoulders looked impossibly wide as he sliced through the water, sending ripples across the shimmery surface. He swam to the far end and popped up wearing a Cheshire cat grin.

I smiled in response and took a cautious look around the perimeter to be sure we weren’t putting on a show for his neighbors. The high hedges seemed to do their job of keeping his privacy. I could barely see the roof of the house on my right and nothing to the left. The coast was clear, so I tentatively made my way to the edge of the pool and dipped my big toe in the water.

I gasped. “It’s freezing.”

He chuckled softly. “It’s fine once you’re in. Trust me.”

I tried again. I stepped onto the ledge, then waded in until I was up to my waist, shivering with cold. It occurred to me, just before I dove under, that there was some kind of poetry in being half-immersed in water and half the length of the pool away from him. I noted the half-moon in the twilight sky and was suddenly sure there was a greater equation at play. Halves made whole or something like that.