Guysmiley's blog

I know you've seen them; inordinately tall with long limbs, flexible, with broad shoulders, and usually defined abdominal area, a look that is indeed, fashionable in all seasons. I stumbled into my first experience with one of these lean machines in college. I was heading toward the campus library when, as I passed the outdoor pool area, I heard a loud cheer from inside the wall. I couldn't help myself, but darted into the enclosure to see what all the hubbub was about. There, in the water, was a team of men, a few others by the sidelines, passing a ball back and forth over the surface of the water to the yells and encouragement of the crowd. I may have been raised in Arizona, but I still knew I was in the midst of my first water polo match. I sat down in the nearest seat to watch. Actually, I had no idea in the moment which team was ours, and it took several minutes of comparing the rubber head gear they wore to the banners waving to determine. I was glad to find out that our team was in the lead by two goals. The ball bounced across the water from mate to mate until, with a huge almost porpoise like leap, one of our team threw the ball and in spite of their goalies best efforts, scored another goal. At that moment, the timer went off and the stands erupted with cheers as we had just won the match. I watched from my seat as this team of fish-like Adonis-built bodies climbed from the pool, lined up, then congratulated the other team. All very sportsman like in their behavior. Everyone one of them had that same swimmers build, so beautiful, like poetry in motion. As for me, I couldn't take my eyes off number 25, the man who'd just scored the goal. He was music to my ears as I watched his perfectly formed body amongst the lesser men who crowded around to congratulate hm. Then, like a poof of magic, they were gone, trotting off to the locker room for showers and into regular clothes. Oh to be able to join them, I thought, as my groin ached with excitement. I sat in my spot as the crowd thinned, not wanting anyone to notice my predicament. Soon I was alone.

I was still sitting there when I heard a door open across the pool. I glanced up and to my surprise, number 25 was coming back into the pool area. Even more to my surprise was to find him sans his rubber helmet, but still in his speedos. Needless to say, I couldn't take my eyes off him as he went to pool side and slipped down into the water. My erection started acting up again, as I watched him spread his broad shoulders and arms out along the side of the pool, bringing his abs to the surface as his long legs flutter kicked in the water. I'm pretty sure my mouth was agape as I watched him. Until he spoke.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer." My face turned several shades of purple at being discovered. I started to get up, ready to make a run for it, when he spoke again. "Why don't you just come over here and talk to me?" I was stopped in my tracks, but wanting to make sure he was talking to me, I pointed back at myself, tilting my head just a little to emphasize the question.

"Of course, you. Do you see anybody else out here besides me?" I couldn't help but look around the area, just to make sure before I shook my head no. "Then get on over here."

I picked up my book bag and made my way slowly to his side of the pool. I went slowly, hoping the remnants of my hard on would dissipate before I got too close. Of course, holding my bag in front of my body helped. He turned over in the water, his bent arms now spread out on either side, his chin on his hands, watching me as I approached. His legs continued in a kick pattern under the water causing a small wave in the surface with each rotation. I was mesmerized as I watched his legs but I could feel my erection starting up again as my view took in his tapered back that was so small at his waist, and yet huge as it opened up into his shoulders. And I think I almost came in my shorts as I noticed his triceps. defined horseshoes bigger than any I'd ever seen,

"Why don't you strip down and join me," he asked? My mouth opened and closed, but no words came out. "I won't tell if you don't."

I stood for another few moments, our eyes locked on each other. Then I took the plunge. I dropped my book bag and started stripping. It's not that I was ashamed of my own body, but this was something new for me. His eyes never wavered off me as I started with my outer shirt, then t-shirt, exposing my upper torso. I was no wimp, but I stood only 5'7" in height and weighed 170lbs. But for my size, I had broad shoulders and a barrel shaped chest that lowered to a visible six pack of abs. I kicked off my tennis shoes and pulled off my socks, then lowered my pants, exposing my thin waist supported by well developed quads and calves. I saw him lick his lips as I stood there in my skivvies. He dropped under the water for a few seconds and when he came up, he plopped his speedos pool side. I'm pretty sure, my eyes enlarged to the size of saucers. But that's also when my dick decided to show itself at full mast, sticking its' head out through the front opening of my boxers. I was completely embarrassed by this flagrant display of my manhood, when he suddenly put his hands flat on the siding of the pool and hoisted himself upward, halfway out of the water for me to see his own fully engorged erection. As he settled back in the water, he held out a hand. I moved forward, thinking we were going to shake or something. As his grasp closed on my hand, he suddenly propelled himself backward in the water with a kick of his legs, and I was pulled headfirst into the water, skivvies and all, landing in a sort of belly flop. I would be the first to admit I was not an accomplished swimmer. In addition, my eyes burned from the chlorine. I was fighting to get back to the surface when I felt hands grab my boxers and yank them down toward my ankles. I looked down to see them now in his hands. My head cleared the surface followed closely by his. We were both treading water. He came in close and before I could even think about what he was doing, he placed his lips on mime. Our eyes met, Then his powerful swimmer legs brought him up out of the water, he put his hand on top of my head, and he shoved me under water.

I came up gasping and sputtering. I spun around, looking for him, to find him back at poolside, in the same position I had first seen him in. I dogpaddled back toward him. Even in the water, I could see his hard on, as I have no doubt he could mine. As I got close his legs stopped paddling and instead, wrapped around my waist. With no warning, or obvious effort, he yanked me under water. In my panic, I was floundering and exhaled all my air as his legs squeezed me. I popped back up above the surface but only managed to get a small breath in when I was plunged under the surface again. But my thoughts were a bit more prepared this time. I tried to separate this legs, but instead, he simply squeezed harder, driving my air out again. Then he brought me up again.

"Stop, I can't breath," was all I managed to blurt out before he pulled me under again. His squeeze was like that of a python, I'm pretty sure, but I had to do something to break his hold. I did the only thing I could think of in the moment, I grabbed his engorge dick and bent it downward as hard as I could, crushing his balls. I heard his scream clear under the water and as his grip let go, I popped up to the surface. Only he was no longer screaming. Instead he was laughing.

"No one has ever thought of that defense," he said, still laughing. My anger was dissipating swiftly. He came away from poolside, put his hands under my arms, and with no effort, exchanged places, my back now to the poolside, his legs holding him in the water. He leaned in for the second time, kissing me not only with his lips, but adding some tongue. Then a hand engulfed my hardness. He broke away from my lips for a second. "I'm Max, by the way."

I'm pretty sure we both left some cum in the pool that evening, and it wouldn't be the last time either. Good thing they use strong chlorine.