Hard Labor

I walked quickly down the hall and tore through my father’s closet finding an ancient looking pair of navy blue swim trunks with a belt built into them. I made it back to the closet in time to find Matt pulling his shirt off. He lifted his baseball cap off with one hand and then replaced it once he’d slipped his shirt over his head. I paused for a second to look at him. He was even better in this light. His skin was glistening softly and he was perfectly tan. He kicked his boots off as he turned to me.
“Nice”, he said smiling as he looked at the shorts.
“Yeah, not very stylish but I think they’ll fit”, I said.

I tossed them on the ottoman and pulled my shirt off. I was getting nervous about Matt seeing my body. I could feel my face getting red as I dropped my track pants to my ankles. I stepped out of them and picked up my shorts. I turned toward the corner as I slid down my boxer briefs. I was shaking a bit and tried hard to steady myself. I didn’t know what someone like him would say about my long foreskin. I quickly pulled the shorts on and felt relieved once my penis was covered again.
“What do you think”, Matt said making me jump.

I spun around expecting him to be modeling the suit but instead found that he was merely holding it up in front of his naked body. He was holding it at his waist and it covered his crotch. It did not however, cover the most enormous flaccid penis I had ever seen which hung 4 or 5 inches below the suit. I was slack-jawed. I didn’t realize that a penis could reach that size and couldn’t even imagine what it looked like when erect. More shocking that the size of his penis was the fact that, like me, he was uncircumcised. He had a 2 inch tube of wrinkled, hanging foreskin. His head was not clearly defined underneath it and therefore it seemed to run endlessly under the shorts. H pulled them aside for a moment and I almost gasped as I grasped the scale of his cock in it’s entirety. It was at least 9 inches hanging straight down between his legs. I looked at Matt’s face and he seemed totally relaxed. He was clearly proud of his cock and I regretted that I had turned away from him.

“Well”, he said as he put the suit back in front of him again.
“Um…good”, I stammered, my voice catching.

'He smiled devilishly at me as he leaned down to put them on. He slid one leg in and then the other. He eased them up his thighs with the fly open until just his cock and balls were hanging out, swinging from side to side. The shorts were already looking tight and Matt laughed as he lifted his cock and tried to stuff it down one of the legs. He pushed his balls in and carefully zipped up stretching up his torso in order to fasten the belt. I stared at him the entire time and he seemed not to care.
“Alright, we’ll see if that holds”, he said holding his arms out to the sides.

The suit looked like it was strained from every angle and the bulge in the front was cartoonish. I found myself laughing at him and he laughed back. He began to walk and his dick sprang from the bottom of the left pant leg. I nearly doubled over with laughter.
“Just wear a towel until we get over there and you can swim naked”, I chuckled.
“Probably a good idea”, he answered.

I pulled a large white towel out of a cabinet and tossed it to him. He caught it as he was pulling down the shorts. I strained to get one more look at his cock before he covered up and I got my wish. He seemed to take an unnecessarily long time wrapping himself . I stared for a few seconds before I realized that he was looking straight at me with a more serious look on his face. Our eyes met and he winked.
“Let’s go”, he said.
“OK”, I replied as I grabbed a towel for myself.

We walked out the front door and onto the entrance court. We both winced as our bare feet were assaulted by the pea gravel. I looked back at Matt and his abdomen was straining as he hobbled. He held one hand at the top of his towel and the other out to the side for balance. I felt my dick swell and worried that he would be able to see it in my shorts. When we reached the grass we both breathed a sigh of relief. We walked quickly now and in no time we were inside the pool pavilion. Immediately inside was our home gym which was very well equipped. Sadly, like most home gyms it got very little use.

“Looks like you’re spending some time in here this summer”, Matt said seriously.
“Not really. Don’t know too much about what I’m doing”, I said blushing from the compliment.
“Oh, shit. I can show you some stuff later if you want”, he replied.
“OK”, I said.
“I just learned some great exercises for the obliques so I’ve been hammering those lately”, he said.
“The what?” I asked.
“Here look”, he said as he walked toward me.

When he was about 2 fee from me he lifted his right arm and put his hand behind his head. With his left hand he took my hand and lifted it to his side. He was rippled from his armpit to his hip.. He pushed my hand onto his skin and encouraged me to stroke him up and down.
“Wow”, I said salivating.

He slid my hand down to his hip and then back up again pushing my fingers into the crevasses. I looked up at his bicep and ached to touch it . He must have noticed me looking at it because he lifted my hand upward still brushing my fingers along his pectoral muscle and finally cupping my hand on his rock hard bicep. I moaned audibly and licked my lower lip. Our eyes met at the exact moment that his towel fell to the floor. I saw his cock swing forward slightly engorged and said,
“Shit”.
I could not believe the size of it. It looked to be about 11 inches and was still not erect.
“Alright”, Matt said as he set my hand back at my side.
He bent down and picked up the towel wrapping himself again.

We walked down the hall past the sauna and the hot tub and I threw my towel on the table next to the pool. I looked down and found that my penis was very swollen and leaking precum through the fabric of my shorts so I immediately hopped into the pool. Matt tossed his towel too and promptly dove in.
“Feels great. Thanks so much”, he said genuinely as he surfaced.
“No problem. Come whenever you want”, I said.

He smiled. We swam for about twenty minutes while we made small talk. I asked him about his work and what sports he liked and he asked me about school and what I wanted to do with my life. He was very interested and encouraged me to pursue my passion. He turned out to be very passionate about stonework which was something I hadn’t considered. I was embarrassed to find that I had thought of him as merely a workman. At times I could catch glimpses of his cock sliding back and forth through the water but was careful not to stare. After a long silence Matt swam to the shallow end and stood up. I could just make out the top of his pubic hair as he wiped his face with his fingers. He walked to the edge and turned to face me again. He put his hands on the edge behind him and hoisted himself effortlessly onto the pool deck. His cock was at eye level with me now and I couldn’t help but to look at it. He leaned back and opened his legs as he looked at me and I knew he wanted me to come closer. I swam toward him without speaking until it was shallow enough to walk. I stood and walked toward him as he spread his legs wider. His buttocks were resting on the edge and his cock was dangling freely, the long, hanging mass of foreskin tickling the surface of the water. I was staring at it and he was staring at my face. I looked up at him when I was no more than 5 feet away.