It was summer, hot, and I'd decided to throw a pool party at my house for my student workers. All of my students were male and, except for one or two, had sculpted bodies that really turned me on. This pool party was the third annual, so most of my studs were used to the event. All were single and over twenty-one, and so they liked the free beer and food that went along with lounging about my Olympic-sized pool.

Each year one of the guys would be exceptional, and this year was no different. Scott had started working for me during Winter Quarter and, although the bulky sweater and turtleneck hid most of his upper body from me, the skin-tight Levis promised that a great body lurked within the clothing's confines. The weather grew warmer, and Scott began wearing less and less, and now he was beside the pool, a pair of Speedos his only attire, the rest of his body exposed to my view.

All of my guys were attractive, and I had quite an assortment of hair and eye color, coverage of body hair, and specific musculature assembled around my pool. At one end two blonds were comparing notes on the final they had in a class last week, while a redhead argued physics with a dark haired, furry wrestler. Scott lay beside the pool, his legs crossed at the ankles and his arms behind his head, the lids of his deep brown eyes closed and a very sexy half-smile on his full lips. His arms and legs had curly, light brown hair sprinkled evenly over their surface, thickening slightly in the inner thigh and under his arms. His pecs, twin mounds of muscle, were coated with this fur as well, and a line formed between his abs and past his belly button to disappear into the front of the Speedos. The brownish-red buttons of his nipples poked up from this brown mat of hair, hard from the cold of the pool water. From time to time he'd idly move an arm and reach down to his crotch, scratch an itch or rearrange the meat within the bulge, and return to his thoughts. His other side was also a treat, with a hairless, muscled back curving downward to the two firm cheeks of his ass and continuing over the muscled thighs down his legs. Twice he'd turned over, carefully adjusting his towel, and sinuously moving his body to a better position.

In almost all cases, when it got dark, the men would head to the cabana, shower and put on street clothes. Most of them had girlfriends, but occasionally I'd find one or two that were interested in spending the night with me. Indeed, last year nearly the entire crew stayed on and I had eight strapping young men to play with that entire weekend!

The sun had started setting, and the young men started heading into the cabana to shower and change. All my young workers knew that I was gay, and none of them had any problems with that, of course it helped that my own 30-ish body was still in great muscular shape and that I had kept enough youthful good looks from my 20's. So when I entered the cabana and watched my handsome workers shower and change, they just whistled at me and put on a little show, wiggling their butts or dicks at me in play. I never touched them unless they asked, and they knew it, so we all enjoyed each other's company without any crazy stuff.

I peeled off my own Speedos and entered the shower area, already crowded with young buff studs and the usual horseplay. I figured that if I was going to hang out and get my jollies watching these fine young men, then I should at least let them see my own body. "Hey Mr. Danvers!" called out one young and very hung stud, "don't drop the soap in here!" I smiled and pantomimed dropping the soap and bending over to the guffaws of the guys.

This year wasn't going to be the full crew, I could tell. Two of the guys had finished cleaning up and were already dressing, chatting about their girlfriends and how they were going to "get some" this evening. I was aware that many of my straight studs liked the last pampering rays of sunlight at my parties to maintain their tans so that they looked sexy for their girlfriends later that evening. In a short while, the cabana was empty, the young men had dressed and left, and I was standing alone drying off my hair.

Oh well, I thought as I wrapped the towel around my waist and exited the cabana, I guess this year was a bust, might as well head inside and jack off. By this time a little bit of chill had settled down over the pool area with the sun almost gone behind the trees. A movement caught my eye across the pool, and I turned to watch Scott sit up, stretch all those lovely muscles and then scratch himself as he woke up.

"Hey, where'd everybody go?" he said, as he stood up and stretched, pushing his well packed crotch forward as he limbered up his back and legs. His nipple stood out perkily from his pecs from the chill, one hand idly rubbing across his chest as he looked around. He noted the darkness settling around him and shrugged. "Guess they all had dates. Oh well." The temperature dropped a bit more and he turned to me. "Mr. Danvers? Mind if I shower inside?"

I agreed, knowing that by the time he entered the cabana and showered, it would be all but freezing in the open air building. He followed me inside, and I took him upstairs to my master suite, where the shower for the house was located. Scott thanked me and immediately peeled off his Speedos, his cock and balls heavily flopping against his thighs as they cleared the confines of the stretchy fabric. Tossing the Speedos into a corner, he turned towards me and asked me where the towels were. I showed him, and he thanked me again, stepping into the shower area and getting the water temperature right before activating the shower heads.

Scott didn't seem to mind me standing there, an obvious boner tenting my towel as I watched him shower, in fact I was treated to a full shower show that could have qualified for any of the pay Web services I had. He never really looked at me the entire time he was showering, he just soaped himself up as sensuously as I'd ever seen and just as lovingly scrubbed himself with a washcloth. His butt, coated like his legs in his brown body hair, was carefully soaped up, the bar of soap slipping between the cheeks to cleanse Scott's most private area. Scott's cock, uncut and with one of the longest foreskins I'd ever seen, got even more tender loving care, lifted gently and the bar of soap rubbed over the entire shaft twice, the balls separated in their sack and carefully massaged with soap suds. The "money shot" was when he pulled his foreskin open and carefully placed the bar of soap INSIDE it, rubbing his cock's purplish head all around the bar as he stretched the hood around the bar. This activity started him getting hard, and I watched in delight as his cock slowly rose up and out from his body like the proud mast of a ship, echoing my own throbbing meat that had now thrust itself through the folds of the towel.

Now he took the washcloth and carefully scrubbed at his cock shaft, inside the last half inch of hood that was still encircling his cock head, and his heavy balls. He then rinsed off, running his hands over every square inch of his body. Scott then grabbed some shampoo and worked it into his hair, then surprised me by rubbing the bubbles from the shampoo over his body hair. This was rinsed out as well, then he applied some conditioner to all of his hair, not just that on his head. He rinsed this out too, then ran his hands over his body one more time and then turned off the water to step out of the shower.

I, of course, had by this time been so mesmerized by the 'show' that I not only didn't notice that my towel had come undone by the insistent hardening of my cock and fallen to my feet, but that I'd shot an impressive load watching Scott play with his foreskin, the cum dappling the previously clean tiles of my bathroom floor. Still stunned and in the sexual mental haze after a serious orgasm, I didn't realize that Scott was smiling widely at me as he stood drying off. His voice, heard through the sexual fog in my brain, woke me up.

"Mr. Danvers that was one righteous shot you made! That easily beat any I could make!"

I grinned, a bit embarrassed that I'd cum in front of a stud that I hadn't yet confirmed what his sexual preferences. "With the show you just gave me, I couldn't help myself. I'm sure you could produce the same shot if you had been as stimulated as I'd been." Jesus, I thought, just go ahead and let it all out there. I waited to see Scott's reaction, and was pleasantly surprised to see him giving my body a well practiced examination.

"You weren't the only one getting turned on today, Mr. Danvers," said the furry stud as he obviously enjoyed what he saw. His cock was still filling out, yet his balls never moved upwards, still heavily weighting down the skin sac they occupied. Scott's foreskin was retracting some, with the purplish head of his cock slowly appearing and causing my own monster to rise again. Scott noticed and grinned, then got immediately serious and said, "Do you mind if I spend the night here, Mr. Danvers? It looks like we could have a good time."

I nodded, and with a bigger grin than earlier, he moved forward and grasped my cock and balls in his hands, fondling my equipment while he looked into my eyes. "Those are some heavy balls you have, Mr. Danvers. I like your cock as well. May I suck it?"

I smiled back and replied, "First, Scott, if we're going to be as intimate as we're going to be, you should call me Mike. It seems silly to keep calling me 'Mr. Danvers' while you're holding my cock." He laughed at that. "And yes, you may suck me. I'd find that very pleasurable."

Scott folded the towel he carried and then spread it in front of me, knelt down and then pulled my cock into his warm, wet mouth. He was a talented cocksucker and I was soon moaning with delight as his talented tongue worked my head and shaft, the light suctioning of his mouth pulling at my cock and his hands busily rubbing my body and pulling on my balls. He would pull off my cock occasionally and suck my balls, his tongue juggling them inside his mouth delightfully. His reach was high enough he could get at my nipples from there and would tweak them as he worked my cock into him, all the way down the shaft to rest his lips against my pubic bone.

He noticed that my balls were acting like live things and pulled hastily on them, whispering, "Oh, no, don't come yet! I want your cock up my ass first!" Nearly cumming at that idea, I tried to keep my impending orgasm in check. The little bit of pain from his clutching hands around my balls helped, and Scott stood up then, pulling my body against his and letting our two cocks have a mock sword battle, the two shafts slapping against each other as he moved back and forth with his hips.

My cock was a leaky faucet, strings of precum connecting the tip to various parts of his body, strands of liquid love that made our bodies one. He laughed and placed a finger at the tip of my cock and pulled the strand that grew from there to his lips. We both laughed again and then he pulled me into a chest pressing hug, whispering in my ear, "Where's the bedroom?"

I led him there when we broke apart and, pulling open the dresser drawer, fished out a condom and some lube. Scott smiled at my preparedness and then got onto the bed, propping his head up with pillows and then pulling his legs back to expose his hairy, throbbing asshole. "Please, Mike, lube me up and then fuck me!" I pulled a rubber onto my cock and then put a gob of lube onto my index finger. He groaned with pleasure as my finger pushed through the strong muscles of his pucker and entered the warm inside of his ass. I rubbed my finger around a bit, then pulled it out and applied more lube. I intended Scott to enjoy this as much as I would, and I knew that plenty of lube made all the difference. After a few more applications of lube to Scott's ready asshole, I made sure my rubberized cock was lubed up as well and then moved into position and put my cockhead against Scott's quivering pucker.

He gasped as I slowly pressed into him, pausing when he grabbed at my thigh with a hand. Scott slowly exhaled and then nodded, and I continued my slow entry, pausing about halfway when his hand grasped my thigh again. When he released my thigh I continued on, and soon was buried up to my pubes in his fur surrounded ass!

I paused a few more minutes, and then began a slow fucking rhythm that always kept at least a quarter of my cock inside him. I also preferred as much body contact as possible during fucking, especially when the young man below me was as humpy as Scott, so I pressed my body forward and spread his legs wider so that our torsos were pressed together. He gasped again when I found his lips with mine and then melted against me as my body rubbed against his in time to my hip thrusts. I also rotated my hips a bit, having discovered with one of last years' crew who was a gymnast that the bottom loved having that 'twirling' feeling inside him. Scott was no exception and moaned in delight as my cock did a lazy circle against the inner walls of his rectum. As our cycles slowly became one, his breathing slowly matched mine, and when it did, I sped up the fucking, bringing us closer to a synchronized orgasm.

Scott, by this time was so into what I was doing to his body, he lay torpid under me, the only movement made was by his chest as he breathed and groaned in time to my thrusts. His head occasionally rolled from side to side in pleasure, his lips parted to let out a hiss of joy each time my cockhead found his prostate. His nipples stuck out as hard as they'd done in the cold outside, but now responded to the rubbing of my chest against his. I was enjoying the feeling of this stud's body against mine as well, and when his eyes opened and fixed on mine, I lost it and with one deep thrust, started my orgasm.

That was all it took for Scott as well, and his cock erupted between our bodies in strong, hard spurts that echoed mine inside the rubber deep inside Scott. Both our bodies shuddered with the jolts of our orgasms that were timed like a symphony, each one synchronized together, although not always at the same time, but occasionally syncopated on the upbeat. We made beautiful orgasmic music for what felt like hours, and when we had exhausted ourselves and the notes faded away, I collapsed atop Scott and we drifted off into sleep.

I woke up the next morning, sleep-fuddled yet sated in an odd way. Feeling something poking me in the lower back, I rolled over and brushed my morning hard-on against Scott's turgid one, the two cocks under the sheets merging together in the pale light filtering through my bedroom window's shades. I smiled and tossed the sheets back to admire Scott's hard, furry body as he lay sleeping as innocent looking as any child. His long eyelashes, closed, gave him an unearthly beauty as the light caressed his face. I looked down at his hard cock, which no child would have carried and the firm muscled body that was of a young man, not that of a pre-adolescent. Scott's foreskin had only retracted a bit, a little portion of his purple cockhead sticking out from the ring of skin that still sheathed the rest of it. Suddenly, I was seized with the desire to suckle this wondrous object and, after gently rolling Scott onto his back; I spread his legs and lowered my mouth to his cock.

He tasted so sweet I was first amazed, and then realized that my mind was providing the sweetness rather than the light sex funk that rose from his somewhat matted pubic bush. I experimentally ran my tongue around the inside of his foreskin and was rewarded with a little moan from Scott as well as a little pearl of pre-cum that came forth from the piss slit. I smiled, licked the precum up, and then sank down to deep throat his shaft, slowly letting it slip into me and taking it all the way past my gag reflex. Strangely, I didn't want to gag or choke at all, breathing wasn't an issue with such a handsome and muscled young man's cock in my throat.

I felt Scott's hands place themselves on either side of my head, his low groaning in time to my rather expert suctioning of his tool. I kept up the pressure, using my hands to fondle his heavy balls and grasp his nipples, and he groaned again, his cock throbbing in my mouth and leaking precum. When his hands fell to his sides and he lay there panting with the effort not to cum quite yet, I stopped and then reached out for another rubber and the jar of lube. Scott looked at me with delight, but then I surprised him by pushing his legs back down and putting the rubber on his cock, not mine!

"I've wanted to check out this baby myself," I said as I forced a few fingerfuls of lube up my ass, "and I'm damn well going to get it now." I put more lube on the rubber and then, straddling his muscled body, lowered myself down until I could grasp his cock and point it upwards at my asshole. Slowly, I sank down onto that monster, my asshole stretching a bit painfully, then relaxing and taking the thing all the way up inside me. When my ass rested against the fur of his pubic bush, I leaned forward a bit and then started my 'self-fuck.'

Scott was so blown away by this that he just lay there, moaning in delight and a little bit of saliva dripping from his open mouth. I leaned forward a bit more and kissed him, letting my tongue lick up his drool and swabbing his teeth gently. He snapped back into himself then, and smiled at me, moving a bit forward to grasp my head and pull my lips down to his, giving me the tongue job a bit, then releasing me so I could ride his cock a bit harder.

His cock was perfect, just the right thickness and length, and soon I was very, very close to cumming. Scott could see my abs and balls tighten and he reached up to pinch my distended nipples roughly, then lightly slid down my sides until he grasped my waist and added a bit more push to my down stroke. The added pressure on my prostate was all I needed and I started jetting, coating his hairy chest with ropes of cum, my cock shooting everywhere in my lost world of pleasure. Not far behind me, Scott also started orgasming, the throbbing of his jets inside the rubber and against my prostate ratcheting up my pleasure even more. When I ran out of juice I fell forward, rubbing my torso against his, with my cum spreading between us like a sandwich filling.

As I relaxed against Scott, I felt his cock soften and slip out of me and reached behind me to pull off the spent rubber. I tossed it into the nearby trash can, and then spread myself out so that almost my entire body was spread over his, the cum squishing between our chests and our softened yet highly sensitive cocks pressed together, two brothers at arms that now rested after a tough battle.

I guess an hour later, as the sun rose higher in the window; we stirred and got up, moving off to the shower to clean up. We showered together, carefully cleaning each other's bodies like lovers, yet the sensuousness of the exchange didn't lead to more than a slight hardening of our cocks. Rinsing off, we dried each other with soft towels, and then went to the kitchen to eat. I made us some scrambled eggs, bacon, juice and coffee, and we ate quietly just enjoying each other's company.

Scott finished his plate first and, pushing it away, thanked me for the meal and the fucking. I laughed at his rather blunt way of putting it and responded in kind, thanking him for the use of his fine tool. "I'd not mind having access to that tool another time, Scott."

He smiled and rubbed his chest a bit, then replied, "I don't mind one bit, Mike, in fact I'd like to have another go at you tonight if that's possible."

I nodded and he got up from the table, taking his used plate and utensils to the sink. "I'll just go get dressed. I've got to do some stuff later on, but I can be back for some more pool time."

"Ok, Scott, I'll have some more food ready then, and we can enjoy some pool time as well as some nice fucking."

He got a little glint in his eye and said, "Who knows, Mike, maybe we can have both at the same time!" With that vision of us fucking beside the pool in my mind, he grinned at me and left to hunt down his Speedos and the rest of his stuff he brought yesterday. Scott came back after finding his stuff and gave me a quick kiss and hug, then promised he'd be back later that day. He left, and I sat back down to have one more cup of coffee.

Not much later, the house was restored to its normal order, the pool was cleared and reset to its normal state, and I had prepared enough food so that we could snack the rest of the day and evening without much effort. With a little forethought I placed some rubbers and lube out by the pool beside a stack of comfortable cushions that could handle a gob of cum on them and then sat down to wait for Scott. He arrived soon after that and to be honest, I don't think he stayed clothed more than ten minutes before we were rolling about on the cushions, hard cocks and bodies against each other, and preparing for a grand fuck beside the pool. As I pressed into his lubed asshole and listened to his sigh of pleasure, I was glad that this pool party had worked so well.