Pete Visits During the Summer

It had been a long, hot July. When I wasn’t working at my landscaping job, I’d help neighbours out with chores, or spend time with the folks. On weekends I headed to the lake with  buddies, setting up a campfire and barbecue. Good times with old friends, enjoying beers and the odd doobie.

Heading into my senior year at college was an exciting prospect. I’d turn 23 in the fall, finally have that degree finished the following summer, and be able to forget about writing papers. My early twenties were the most fun, carefree years in my life. 

On the first Sunday in August, my Dad shared that his old buddy, Pete, would be staying a couple nights that week. It seemed Pete and his wife were going through a rough patch, and the offer of a few days apart had been welcomed by them both. Our house had a pool in the backyard, we weren’t the kind of family to ask too many questions; it wasn’t a bad place to be.

Shortly after returning home from work, I heard Pete’s truck pull up out front. I peeked down from my bedroom window as my folks welcomed our guest. Pete emerged, aviator sunglasses on, dressed in dark khaki pants and a nice white shirt that clung to his torso. Why he insisted on wearing ridiculous clothing this time of year was beyond me, I could see he was sweating from a fair distance! 

Pete was a handsome man. Tall, a thick head of dirty blonde hair, facial scruff, and burly. Over the years he’d always been kind, could carry a conversation, always seeming mellow. I envied his deep voice that drew attention when he spoke, unlike my quieter tone.

I ventured downstairs to greet Pete, and passed him a Heineken as he came indoors. My Mom shot me a look that said to prevent this sweaty dude from sitting on her fancy couch. Knowing Pete had driven a few hours, I suggested a swim before dinner. 

A few minutes later I was in the pool, waiting for Pete to join me. The folks were preparing dinner inside. I wouldn’t assign a label to my sexuality, I have enjoyed physical and romantic intimacy with both men and women. Pete was a family friend, I reminded myself, as my thoughts wandered a little as to what he looked like nude. The daydreaming was interrupted as Pete walked out the back door towards the pool. His swim shorts were a little tight, and he’d definitely put on a few pounds recently, but he was certainly alluring. 

We made some small talk and both started doing laps, enjoying the coolness of the water. As I caught glances of Pete in front crawl, I wondered what his cock looked like, if his balls were big. I could feel my own dick starting to get excited as we swam.

A half hour later we were enjoying a summer night meal, watermelon to start, followed by a large feta salad. It was good to hear Pete’s deep laugh as everyone caught up on the last few years, and reminisced on good times.

Everyone was still out on the patio an hour later, the sun gone now. Wine had subdued each of us, garden sprinklers could be heard on this balmy night. Underneath the table, my cock was getting out of control. I could feel each part of my seven inch manhood stirring, wanting my hand. 

As Mom started a new topic of conversation, I grabbed a towel to hide my growing boner, and headed into the house. The guest room and my room were upstairs. 

Arriving in my space, I pushed the door gently behind me. Down came my swim shorts, my dick sprung up proudly, smacking my stomach. I reached for the lube in my dresser, and sat down on my office swivel chair. Slowly, I poured some lube onto my cock, and began caressing it, my fist paying attention to the head, before I glided my hand down to the base. I heard my Mom laugh in response to some joke, and knew they were still out back. 

Increasing rhythm, I stroked my cock firmly, and began playing with my balls with the other hand. Closing my eyes, I pictured Pete in his swim shorts again, running a hand through his hair. 

The door swung open behind me. I hadn’t shut it properly. Swivelling in a flash, I turned to see Pete stood in the doorway.  My erect cock was exposed, entire naked body before him. There were no words from Pete or quick movements, he continued to stand in the doorway. Pete’s eyes glanced at my cock, which continued to stand proud, then at my own eyes, and back to my cock. 

Silence engulfed the room. Should I apologize for him finding me this way? Would he go downstairs and tell the folks? A slight smile began to grow across Pete’s face.

“Are you going to finish that, Matt, or what?” Pete asked.

I didn’t know how to respond. Reaching for the lube again, I squirted some more onto my dick, and placed my hand back around my penis. This time, while starting into Pete’s eyes, I stroked my cock. Pete stood in his swim shorts, watching me jerk off. Moving his hand up towards his left nipple, Pete squeezed it as he looked at me.

The pace quickened as I continued to pleasure myself, this stud before me. I started to see a firm outline in Pete’s shorts from watching me. I smiled, thrilled to have this sexy man sharing such a private moment with me.

“Pete, I’m gonna fucking come!” I gasped.

“Oh yeah, go for it buddy,” Pete moaned in reply, squeezing his nipple tighter.

My cock exploded, three or four blasts of cum shot before me, landing on the floor.

I laughed with the joyful release. Pete continued to smile as he stepped out of the room.

“I’ll let you get cleaned up, bud.”