The Pool Party: Caught on the Deck!

The Pool Party

During my sophomore year in high school I had made many friends. I was one of the popular kids who could fit into any clique without rejection because of my personality, charm, humor, and ability to adapt well to my surroundings. I was strong and confident and was well liked by everyone. I hung with the jocks and played sports but yet was able to hang with the geeks (no, they did not have pocket protectors) and make the honor roll three out the four years of high school. I was quite popular with the girls and the burn-outs liked me as well. One day I would wear my cashmere sweater, shirt and tie to school and the next day I would don my Jack Daniels sunglasses, faded jeans, my concert t-shirt from one of the 80s heavy metal rock bands with an unbuttoned flannel shirt over the t. I had many friends from all the cliques and we typically hung out at my house for many reasons.

My friends liked coming to my house because I had a cool room that I shared with my brother. The room was rather large since it was an attached garage that was converted into an additional bedroom room with an adjoining laundry room. My brother and I had spent countless hours decorating the room. Light up and neon beer signs, several arcade games, a large color TV, a small fridge and microwave, plenty of books, a Pachinko machine (Japanese “Pinball”), and a kickin stereo system. All the stuff a teen aged boy could ever want. Our street curved, and our home was situated on the curve, making back backyard property boundaries very large and irregular shaped. Our backyard wad “pie-shaped” with the smallest width being about eighty-five feet, flaring out to just over one-hundred and fifty feet in the rear of the yard; making it large enough for a pool and room to play any yard sports imaginable croquet, lawn darts, horseshoes, and volleyball were some of our favorite. We also had a very large swimming pool in the yard with a full deck all the way around it. The pool was an oval, eighteen feet wide by thirty-two feet long and was four feet deep and playing volleyball in the pool was much better than playing in the yard. Another reason that my friends liked hanging out at my house was that my parents were very strict yet very cool and they loved my moms home cooked meals which she always was willing to feed extra mouths without any complaints. My friends would tell my parents that they wished that their parents cooked at home and made good food like they did. Overall, it was an enjoyable time at my house for both my friends and for me. On any given summer night, we good be found out at the pool, swimming, playing, sitting on the deck talking or listening to music, telling ghost stories, and in my case; I was secretly admiring my friends bodies in their swim trunks, wishing that they were swimming in their briefs instead. Soon enough, this would come true.

It was early June and it was unusually hot that week. We had just been let out of school for summer break not even a week ago and the temperature soared pat ninety degrees. It was a hot and steamy Friday afternoon when a few of my friends called asking if I wanted to go to the Riverwalk. I declined because of the heat and instead invited them all to come over for a pool party since it was too hot to walk around at the Riverwalk and look for girls. GIRLS! Yuck, that definitely was not on my list of things to do, I’d rather be looking at all the hot guys instead but of coarse I could not tell this to my friends. By late afternoon two out of seven friends cancelled, one was staying home while the other was taking his girlfriend out to a movie. After dinner, I heard from, Jimmy, Dave, aqnd Scott who also declined the pool party and were going to the Riverwalk, they were desperate for a girl friend and all the hot girls could be found there. Chris was the last one to stop by with his mom in the car to cancel; they were headed to grandmas for the weekend. It was heading onto eight PM and I still have not heard from Steve so I gave him a call. To my surprise, Steve was just out of the shower and said he was heading over to swim with me as he didn’t to go looking for girls because it was too hot. Steve only lived several blocks over and he was over in no time.

Since it was almost nine o’clock by the time Steve came over, we were both hungry again and decided that a pizza sounded good. We ordered our favorite, a medium cheese and pepperoni, green pepper, onion and mushroom with extra sauce and a middle weight crust. On a hot and muggy summer night, we should have been ordering cold sub sandwiches but like all teenage boys, pizza was life. We sat at the poolside and talked until the pizza was delivered, which gave me forty-five minutes to somehow bring up the idea to Steve that we should not bother changing into our swim trunks and swim in our briefs. Forty-five minutes came and went and the pizza was delivered on time but I still had not figured out how to bring the subject up to Steve without sounding like I was gay. We talked about everything BUT swimming in our briefs. We finished eating, grabbed our cans of soda and sat side by side on the pool deck, our bare legs dangling in the water. Our legs touched one another under the water as we kicked them back and forth, exciting me and had it not been dark, Steve would have noticed for sure by the way by hard penis was poking through my shorts. We made small talk and after awhile, I sensed that Steve my be getting excited as well; not by the bulge in his shorts but by the way he was fidgeting and moving his legs around to “purposely” touch mine. I took this as my queue to say something…to make my move.

But what could I say that wouldn’t seem gay and possibly chase him away? I had to think fast before the moment was gone. I stood up really fast and did the most desperate thing that I could thick of. As I jumped up, I announced to Steve; “The mosquitos are getting bad and I’m chilly, I’m getting in the water”. Before Steve had the chance to say anything about not having our swim trunks on, I stripped off my shirt, tore off my pants and jumped into the pool in my briefs. It was only a matter of seconds before Steve followed my lead and slowly removed his shirt commenting on how chilly it is. He carefully and shyly unbuttoned and unzipped his shorts and as he did, I could see the beginnings of his white briefs showing. I was rock hard in the pool. Steve took off his pants, folded them and placed them on one of the many chairs on the deck. Now I could see how he looked in briefs! Steve was my friend for many years but this was my first time that I have ever seen him in his underwear. I was so excited, I thought I could feel the cum gushing out the end of my cock right then and there. Steve sat down on the deck, hung his legs in the water decided whether or not to slowly slide in or dive in. After some coaxing, he did the later. Now both of us were in the pool swimming with one another in our briefs. I wanted body contact, I wanted to feel another boys body in my hands, I wanted to rub him in his underwear and make him hard. I was dizzy with excitement thinking about it at the opposite end of the pool, Steve was somewhere behind me. Just then, I heard a large whoosh of water behind me. Steve had swam underwater and sprung up behind me, trying to scare me. He jumped on my back and we began to wrestle, tossing each other around.

It was only a matter of minutes before the inevitable happened. Steve and I were facing one another, squaring off, arms flailing around, each of us trying bear hug one another when Steve’s hand went under the water to do a “sneak attack”. Instead of grabbing my elbows or arm the restrain me, he grabbed right for my crotch. Instead my his idea working, thinking that this area was vulnerable which would make me drop my arms to my side he ended up grabbing my hard cock. The second he did that he stopped and looked embarrassed, he apologized. I accepted his apology and laughed adding that it was ok and I didn’t mind because it felt kind good. Steve replied “really?”. We walked to the other end of the pool. We leaned against the pool wall, our bodies side by side and completely submerged underwater up to our chins. We were both silent for a few minutes, still contemplating what had just happened and what was said. Steve was the first one to speak. “Did you really like me touching your cock and underwear?” I nodded. Steve asked, “Are you gay?” I said, “Hell no!” At that same second, I felt Steve’s hand again rubbing my stiff cock through my underwear; I sank deeper into the water. I could not believe this was happening. Under the water, Steve took my hand and guided to his cock. We both crouched in the water rubbing and stroking each other in our underwear under the water. I wanted to suck him off and I think he knew this. We climbed onto the deck and sat at waters edge fondling one another for what seemed like an eternity.  Seeing Steve hard in his JC Penny TownCraft briefs, the ones with the red and yellow-gold stripes on the waistband drove me wild. I gently placed my hand on Steve’s chest and pushed him backwards onto the deck so he would be lying flat on his back, feet and legs still dangling in the water. I pulled his hard rock hard cock through the fly of his underwear and fondled him. He pulled at my head and I knew what he wanted, me to suck him. I lowered my head to his cock, licked it slightly. It tasted and smelled like chlorine. I put it in my mouth. It was pulsating. Seconds later, the back porch lights came on. I panicked and sat up. My mother was all ready out the back door walking out to the pool. He had no time to hide what we were doing let alone throw towels over us. As she was walking over to the pool, she was saying something to the effect of, “What’s going on out here?, What are you two doing in the dark?” but I could not be sure, I was dizzy with freight, light headed and actually thought I was going to faint. We were caught.

We both stood up, Steve walked over to where his clothes were and wrapped himself into his towel as I talked to my mother. I gave her some excuse about how we were to lazy to get our swim trunks on and went swimming in our undies. She didn’t buy it, and whispered to me, “I think it’s time for your friend to go home”. Steve and I said nothing to one another; we got dressed on the pool deck, grabbed his bike and left without saying a word. What would I say to him tomorrow? I shut down the pool, turned off the filter, and turned off all the lighting and went into the house fully expecting a lecture or to be grounded but neither one happened. I went to my room and called Steve. We talked for another hour but only mentioned the episode for a second. Basically it was Steve saying, “Please don’t say anything to anyone, promise?” I agreed. Steve and I were great friends for many more years until he moved away and had never mentioned the situation again.