“I said, do you wanna to get pizza after?”
“Yeah, yeah… Sounds great.” It’s good thing it’s dark in here, my cock is super-hard and poking up in my pants again.
—–
The next day I’m working a dinner shift starting at 4:00. I don’t see Renee here, normally I love working with her, but today it’s probably for the best to keep my sexed-up hormones in check. Benny and Eric are on duty in the kitchen.
The food-stock truck arrived today at 6:00. The delivery needs to be immediately checked-in so the driver can be on their way. All the perishables need to be sorted and put into the coolers right away. It’s a lot of work and we hate when the truck comes right at the height of the dinner rush, but nothing we can do about it. Benny asks me to work in the back with the checking-in and getting the delivered goods squared away.
Renee shows up and I hear her telling the guys, “Sorry I’m late guys, had a pain in the ass complaint at the apartments to deal with.”
After helping to get the kitchen caught up on orders, she comes in the back to help me finish putting away the new stock.
“Hey, Kyle! How are you?”
“I’m good.”
“Are we still on for painting on Monday?”
Tilting my head, I look at her like she’s crazy. “HELL YEAH!” I blurt out a tad too loud.
Renee looks around, shushing my over-excitement, “Easy there…”
In a quieter voice, I say, “I can’t wait. Do you know how difficult this has been?” What I don’t tell her is that I’m so horny right now, I could do her right here in this back room, but somehow, I think she knows.
She leans in and whispers in my ear, “Be patient Sport, it’ll be worth the wait.” She winks and flashes me a grin. Oh, and that’s supposed to make this any easier?
—–
Once again, I wake up with morning-oak, several strokes later, I’ve taken care of that issue and now I can start my day. I’ve sure been doing a lot of jacking-off these last few days, can’t seem to keep my hands off myself, sheesh!
There’s a growing pile of clothes on the floor at the end of my bed. I’m really going to have to hide all these cum-encrusted, dirty t-shirts by mixing them in with the laundry, or just throw them in the washer myself. The last thing I need is Luke noticing all the stiff, dry, whiteish splotches, or Mom asking about it.
Today is Sunday and, no surprise, it’s another hot July summer day. With towels slung over our shoulders, Marc, Jeff and I are on our bikes heading over to the Spring Haven Community Center to go swimming.
I’m really going to have to work extra-hard at keeping Renee and sex off my brain today. It would be way too embarrassing to have another, and mighty difficult to hide, stiffy in my swim trucks at the public pool.
Surprisingly, it’s not super-crowded today, but there’s still a fair amount of people. We luck out and find an empty table with a shade umbrella. Staking claim on it as our own, we drop our towels off on the chairs and hop in the pool.
After a good round of splashing about, we get some cold drinks from the concession stand and hang out in the shade at our table. The pool is always the best place to people-watch, especially the summer-girls in their bikinis.
“Would you look at that?” Marc nods across the way.
“Look at what?” Jeff asks.
“Over there. Do you see what I see?”
“Oh yeah, I do,” Jeff nods. It’s a group of girls we know from Maplewood High arriving, Laura, Samantha, Kristin and Colleen. They set their bags and towels on chaise loungers across the pool from us.
What was I just saying about the fun of people watching, especially girls in bikinis? Here’s four we’re familiar with from our school. I’m so used to seeing them in their jeans and t-shirts or blouses, clothes they normally wear to class, it’s pleasingly different to now see them showing… showing so much skin. And this is not a bad thing, not a bad thing at all, one of the many perks of sweet, sweet Summertime.
Within minutes the girls are gliding down the slide and into the pool to cool off. Marc, Jeff and I enjoy watching them get wet and have fun from our shady vantage point. We all have our own version of a smirk plastered across our faces, you know our teenage minds are thinking about more than, Oh, look at those nice girls having fun in the water.
After a few minutes, Marc abruptly stands up. “Well guys, I need to cool off,” he says putting on his swim goggles and fast walking away from us to jump back in. I’m sure he was hoping no-one would notice, but I caught a glimpse of exactly how happy watching the girls has made him. Nothing works better than the pool to calm that growing situation down.
This is a fact of life all guys know, the amazing ability the pool water has of shrinking your penis. It never ceases to amaze me every time I take off my wet swim shorts. I look down and it’s like, Whoa, what the hell? Where did you go? Get back here and hang-out a little… followed by some necessary fluffing to bring Little Kyle back into the world.
While Marc is utilizing the pool’s above described effect, Jeff and I stay put at the table. It’s not that we don’t like what we’re seeing, but come on, even a teenage guy can have a little self-control. Self-control, easy to for me to say to myself, but it’s a real personal test after how sexed-up I’ve been since late last week.
Down the slide the girls go, climb out and back to the slide to go again. Yup, nothing out of the ordinary, common thing to see at a community pool, but nice to watch just the same. I see they’re now braving going down face first, screaming with their arms out in front of them. Watching this repeating action of into the water and out again, I ask, “Why do they do that?”
“Do what?” Jeff asks.
“The girls, they always run their fingers along the inside of the leg holes of their swim-suits whenever they get out of the pool.”
“I think it’s to pull it out of their ass-cracks.”
“Well, personally, I think they should just leave it up in there,” I laugh, “That way we can see how nicely their cheeks are shaped.”
“I think you’re right about that, Kyle,” Jeff muses and nods agreement.
Over by the slide, Marc’s head pops up from under the water, he’s frantically looking around like he’s lost his bearings. When he spots us, he swims over and quickly gets out of the pool, it’s like he’s seen a ghost or something.
“Hooo! Boy! You guys are NOT going to believe this!” he exclaims, panting from his rush. Jeff and I look at him and let him catch his breath to continue. Once he’s semi-composed, he looks us in the eyes and in a quiet voice, blurts out, “Laura’s carpet definitely matches the drapes. Kristin recently trimmed herself into a nice little mohawk style, landing strip. Colleen has a super-bush and Samantha shaves it completely off!”
“What in the hell are you talking about?” I ask, totally confused from this unexpected blitz of information about what’s going on inside the girls’ bikinis.
He flops down in the chair and motions his head over at the slide, “Do you see how the girls are going down the slide arms first?”
“Yeah,” we agree.
“Okay, I was swimming around underwater with my goggles on, just minding my own business, when Laura landed from the slide. As her body slid into pool, the rushing water pulled the waistband of the bottom part of her bikini down a couple of inches. Just enough for me to get a great view of her pubes!”