Page 66 of Poolside

Chuck woke up feeling better than he had in years. His head was clear, his dick was hard, and he swore if he opened his mouth, uncontrollable laughter would come out.

Reluctantly he untangled his legs from Tommy’s, slipping from the bed and into the bathroom. He took a minute to relieve himself, take his meds, and brush his teeth before creeping back into the room.

Early morning sunlight glowed through the gaps in the curtains, providing enough light that Chuck could easily make out the frown on Tommy’s lips as he slept.

Chuck climbed onto the bed and peeled back the blankets until Tommy’s relaxed, naked body was exposed. Shifting so he lay between Tommy’s spread thighs, he dipped his head down and licked over the head of Tommy’s soft length.

Chuck watched Tommy’s face carefully as he mouthed at his cock, licking and sucking every inch of skin. Tommy shifted, his breath hitching as he hardened under Chuck’s attention.

He saw the moment Tommy’s eyes fluttered open. There was a flash of confusion before his gaze snapped down, heat immediately darkening his expression when he saw Chuck’s lips wrapped around his cock.

“Morning,” Tommy said, staring down at Chuck, his voice rough from sleep.

Chuck slipped off of Tommy’s cock, replacing his mouth with his hand. “Hi.” He grinned.

Tommy’s chest rose and fell, the smattering of brown hair catching in the light. He smiled back at him. “Best wake up ever.”

Chuck licked over the tip. “I should have asked,” he admitted.

Tommy shrugged. “I would have said yes.”

Chuck didn’t hold back, tightening his mouth around Tommy’s hard shaft as he sucked and licked, bobbing his head up and down with an urgency that had him grinding his own hips into the soft bed.

“Never going to get over this,” Tommy grunted above him. “Your mouth on my cock, baby, it’s…fuck. Fuck, it’s so good.”

Encouraged, Chuck relaxed his throat and took him deeper, forcing an exhale from his nose as he fought against his gag reflex. He loved this part—pushing his own body to the limit for someone else’s pleasure, the rush of knowing he was the reason his partner was coming apart.

Tommy groaned as he came, his cum filling Chuck’s throat. Chuck worked the base of Tommy’s cock with his fist as he drew back enough to suck the tip as Tommy’s orgasm worked through him. He swallowed down every drop, lightening the pressure only when Tommy grew still above him.

“You,” Tommy gasped. “Wanna see you come.”

Chuck let go of Tommy’s cock and climbed up to straddle his chest. He took his own cock in hand, already so fucking close that it only took a few strokes before he was spilling with a shout all over Tommy’s bare chest. For a moment Chuck let himself bask in the aftershocks that seized him, his head thrown back as his lungs remembered how to breathe.

“I needed that,” Chuck finally said, leaning down to press a hard kiss to Tommy’s slack mouth.

Tommy hummed and deepened the kiss, grabbing two handfuls of Chuck’s hair to hold him in place. Chuck didn’t care about his cum smearing between their bodies or Tommy’s morning breath.

In that moment, Chuck had everything he needed.

* * *

After a quick shower and lazy breakfast on the patio, they went down to the water.

They grabbed paddle boards from the boathouse, dragging them down to the dock before doubling back to get their goggles. It was already hot for midmorning, which Chuck knew would help Tommy adjust to swimming in open water rather than the comfort of the pool. They’d paused long enough to take turns applying sunscreen; Chuck only had to remind Tommy to stay on task four times, as the man’s hands had a tendency to wander.

They’d used the paddle boards in the past, so they were both able to get up and functionally paddling pretty quickly. Chuck had spent some time thinking about how he wanted to plot out the half-mile practice route. The house was close enough to the vast, open water of the lake that Chuck didn’t want to risk boat traffic by setting out straight into the middle.

“Let’s paddle down the left bank and see how far half a mile is,” Chuck called over his shoulder. The left bank had less vegetation, which probably meant that the bottom would be clearer. As a newbie to open water swimming, he bet Tommy would appreciate fewer sunken tree trunks below him.

The lake was quiet as they set out, only interrupted by the distant hum of motors. Chuck had always loved it out here, even though the initial circumstances of their visit had been in the wake of a tragedy. In the years since, Lake Murray had become a place where all of their friends came together and took a break from the rat race of their lives. It was a place Chuck associated with slowing down and making time for real, genuine connections.

It felt fitting that he and Tommy were there together. He looked over at the man, finding him watching Chuck with a smile on his face.

“What are you looking at?” Chuck asked, scooping his paddle and flicking water over at Tommy.

Tommy barked out a laugh and returned the favor. He looked obscenely good in his Speedo, his thick quads and strong arms shining tan in the sunlight.

“You’re just so hot,” Tommy said, catching his breath. “So fucking hot, man. I can’t handle how good you look in that suit.”

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