Paul has suddenly become a fantasy, for he is straighter than straight. But our wives are away. Spending time together, we figure out how to end those long, lonely nights...
My own dick immediately swells to its full nine inches. There was no way that I could hide it if I got out of the pool. He has no tan line! "Think I'm going to work on my tan. You should do the same. You're awfully white."
Paul's dick was beautiful. Laying there, it was long and fat, approximately five inches in length and about three inches thick. A dense forest of coal black hair, which had continued down from his rock hard abdomen, surrounded it. I find myself thinking that Karen is one lucky bitch. That beautiful dick gets to slide in and out of her bringing her to glorious climax. Shit! Am I jealous?
His balls were fucking huge. Hanging suspended in their hairy sack, they rolled as he dried first one hairy leg, and then the other. He even had hair on his toes.
He then turned around to lay his towel on the chaise, causing me to gasp for air. His ass was perfection. Tight, hard, and round, covered, too, with hair. My mouth ached to sink into it, to taste it, to taste him.
"Hey, bud," he yells, "how about putting some of this lotion on my back for me? I always seem to miss a spot, and the sun's a little hot today. Please?"
He lays face down on the chair as I climb out of the pool. It's a good thing his head is turned the other way because my dick is leading the way.
Oh, man, what an ass! It's laying there, begging me to touch it.
"I'll do you when you finish with me," he says. My dick jumps, as it listens to the other meaning of that phrase.
I take the bottle of suntan lotion off the table near the chaise, and squirt some into my palm. Rubbing them together, I heat the lotion, and begin to apply it to his back.
I can feel his muscles ripple and contract under my ministration. "That feels so good." He says, as I rub the lotion onto his back. "I could use a massage, hint, hint."
My heart, which is already beating double-time, now quickens again. "Okay," I croak out, as my hands begin to travel over his...