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POOL PARTY GRIND

This is a work of fiction. All persons are intended to be age 18 and above.

By anonymous.

When I opened the bathroom door I was pleasantly surprised – make that delightedly surprised.

There stood Rick, the boyishly good-looking husband of Maddie, just shy of his 40th birthday and only now beginning to develop the paunch that afflicts so many men in their middle years. He was deeply tanned, with surfer blonde hair that hung just above his shoulders. About 5-11, 165 pounds, and a nice little bubble butt – which I was now admiring because he had his swimming trunks down around his knees as held himself up against the wall with his left hand, his right circled around his cock, which was poking straight out. It was aimed at the toilet.

He was jerking off.

Beth’s pool party was forgotten. The fact that Rick was married was forgotten. The chill of the AC, the quiet of the house, and my wobbly equilibrium after three beers – all of it was forgotten as I stepped inside and shut the door behind me, locking it.

Rick looked over at me and snickered quietly. He was drunker than I.

“Go use the other bathroom, you pervert,” he said, not really meaning it. I could tell.

“It’s in Beth’s bedroom and I don’t want to go in there. I want to use this bathroom.”

He made a face at me. “This one is occupied.” And then he snickered again. His hand slowly stroked that big, thick cock of his. The balls were nothing to complain about either. They were huge by most adult men’s standards and hung in a nicely hairy, loose scrotum that demanded being cupped by a lewd hand.

I came up behind him and pushed down my own baggy shorts. I grabbed his hips and pushed my cock against his butt.

“Hey, fucker. Cut it out!” he said, a hint of the jitters in his snicker this time.

“Don’t worry. I’m not gonna stick it up that tight little ass of yours. But I can fuck your crack, can’t I? I mean, I’ve been wanting to do that since I met you guys all those years ago.”

And it was true. I had always had the hots for Rick. The things I wanted to do with him … TO him … let’s just say they far exceeded rubbing my cock up and down his butt crack. But if we were gone too long from the party, folks would start wondering what the hell was going on, and I was sufficiently boned – what with the beer and staring at Rick’s crotch – that this wasn’t going to last long.

“Oh God, you’re such a dirty pervert,” he whispered as I pried his butt cheeks apart and buried my cock between them. His ass wasn’t too hairy. It was covered in fine bristles that made you know he did have some pubes down there. And it was hot – even though he’d been swimming, the alcohol and the heat had raised his body temperature so that the valley of his ass was superheated and steamy. I could smell the musk of his asshole. Maybe I’d drop to my knees and give that hole a tongue job.

I molded myself to his back as I thrust my steel-hard dick up and down through the channel of his heat. Without thinking I reached around and grabbed his dick with my right hand and that luscious package of balls with my left, and I began jerking him. He put both hands against the wall and gyrated his hips, allowing my cock to get even deeper into his sweaty, stinking crack, while his cock slide greasily in my grip.

I had the alcohol to thank for this. Rick was one of those irrevocable straight guys and there is no way under God’s yellow sun he would have let me do this to him unless he was really, really drunk. I had made sure of that, supplying him with high-alcohol craft brews and Jello shots all afternoon.

And now I ground against him, his body squirming and sliding against mine as the alcohol in his body converted to sweat. He murmured, “I’m gonna cum,” and I felt his cock throb in my hand as he arched his back. Then there was the plunk, plunk, plunk of sperm shooting into the toilet.

That was it for me. Something inside my skull began to glow like a reactor about to blow and I erupted with a gusher of scalding white cum that blew out of his crack and gathered in a slimy, quivering pool at the base of his spine. My brain sizzled and popped with one of the most intense orgasms I’d ever experienced as I ground against him, coaxing every last drop of that baby batter out of my hardened and quivering penis.

I lay against him a moment, our sweat commingling, and then I backed away and pulled up my shorts. He was grinning drunkenly and his eyes were closed. “You fucker,” he murmured.

“Next time I’m gonna eat your ass out,” I said.

I left him there and went outside, where Beth and the others waited. “Where the hell have you been?” she asked.

“Had to pee. All this beer has to go somewhere.”

“Is Rick in there?” Maddie asked.

“Yeah, he’s in the bathroom.”

“You mean you used MY bathroom?” Beth exclaimed. “With all my underthings hanging from the shower curtain rod?”

I grinned at her. “Would you rather I pee in the pool?”

Rick ambled out and plopped down on one of the Igloo coolers, his legs spread wide, the lump of that cock and those balls clearly visible beneath the fabric. Some of the guys yelled at him to come join them in the pool.

And then I saw it: There, just above the waist of his swimsuit in the back, was a huge glob of pearly white cum.

Without thinking I grabbed a bottle of sunblock and squirted a huge dollop on his back. “Starting to burn back there, buddy” I said, giving it a quick smear so that telltale load of sperm was now lost. “You want to do the honors?” I asked Maddie.

“Nah. I’m comfortable.”

So I rubbed the sunblock all over Rick’s back, trying not to look like I was enjoying it too much. When it became obvious that I was, I staggered off and fell into the pool to hide my escalating boner.

God, I love Beth’s pool parties!

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