Another Perspective: Prologue & Chapter 1

Another Perspective

by Æros

 

Epilogue:

 

My name is Mike.  I live in Lakeville. It used to be a series of small townships around a natural lake, but over the years several of the townships have grown together. It isn’t a huge town, but we have a few restaurants, grocery stores, a skating ring and a few bars. One or two of them have after hours though I can’t say much about that since that isn’t my sort of scene.  My scene is the beach in the summer, and the indoor pool in the winter.  I live to swim.  

 

Chapter 1:

It was a hot and muggy the day my best friend left town. He and I had spent most days of the summer sunning ourselves on the beach, swimming laps or races to and from the diving platform, fooling around on the diving boards, and secretly eyeballing other guys. Sometimes we went home and sucked each other off mid-afternoon before going back to the beach. On the weekends his dad would have his boat and we would go water-skiing. 

That morning was no different, other then the fact that Tom's dad had his boat at the lake on a weekday.  We went water-skiing for a while in the morning and were having so much fun we skipped lunch.  We skied and swam until three, when his dad came by and said it was time to say our good-byes because they wanted to get on the road for their vacation road-trip that would land them in Northern California where they are going to live.  God I'll miss him.

Having skipped lunch I was quite hungry and wasn’t in the mood for concessions or vending machine food so I went to change at the beach house so I could grab something in town.

So I'm sitting there on a bench on my towel in the cool air a moment before getting up and grabbing my gym bag and in walks this guy wearing gaudy orange and white Hawaiian-esque print swim shorts, the kind that hang loosely all the way down to the knee. I had seen him earlier today, but I guess I just looked past him. There were so many drop dead gorgeous guys on the beach that day.

He opened the locker next to mine and started looking through a gym bag that was hanging by a strap in the locker.

As I sat close to him, alone, I sort of sized him up: long thin legs, sort of average height for someone a year or two younger then me. I've seen bigger bulges in the shorts of the female lifeguards. He had a strong lower torso, but not a lot of muscles in his upper torso, short sandy blond hair that looked neat even after being wet and drying with the wind and sun. His best feature was his smile. Full lips, but not huge, straight white teeth, and his crystal blue eyes had just that certain je' ne sais pas.

When I finished the critique, I started to open my gym bag, and out of the corner of my eye I saw him pull down the ugly orange swim shorts to reveal a beautiful blue, indigo and cyan pair of Speedo's. They were very tight, and the three tints of blue swirled around a beautifully curved butt and a perfectly shaped bulge in the front. When I had studied him in the ugly orange shorts, I had not taken into account a tight undergarment to keep such treasures hidden behind the orange curtain.

I didn't mean to stare, but I couldn't help it. He was so cute in them; I almost didn't want him to take them off.

"What are you looking at" he said as he pulled down the  Speedo's revealing a slightly above average sized circumcised cock that appeared as if he was either aroused earlier or was it getting aroused? I couldn't depend on the fact that the semi-hard state was on account of an attraction to me or just the excitement of being looked at. For that matter, my dick gets hard as the blood rushes back into it after removing something tight.

I was totally stunned. I didn't have time to think, I didn't know that I was staring, much less did I have a lie ready, "um, your , Speedo's where did you get them?"

"Oh, um, my brother sent them to me from Paris... He's an exchange student over there right now".

"Why do you cover them up? They are really cool."

"Well, I need to add some drag in the water if I'm gonna get any faster"

"I know what you mean."

"And" he lowered his voice, "These are so tight, I can't hide my excitement."

I laughed, and he seemed embarrassed he had said it. I noticed he was getting a bit more aroused, and so was I. Then two other guys I had been watching earlier walked in the locker room.  From a distance, they were gorgeous.

The first guy had lightly tanned skin, dark brown hair and wonderful smile. He had been diving all day. I think I have seen him at the school diving team. His torso was rippled with muscles that instead of looking "chiseled" like a weight lifter, yet they seemed softer somehow.  He had the muscles of a diver.  His dives today were powerful and perfect, as was his tight butt that was covered by some long form-fitting shorts made of several colors of green, which matched his emerald eyes.

The second guy had blond hair, muscled chest, tight butt, and a huge bulge showing through the long black and blue swim shorts that fit tightly around his thighs. Then he opened his mouth and proved that one must never judge a book by its cover because in one sentence he became the ugliest guys I had seen in months.

The blond came closer to us around the corner of lockers followed by the brunette. "Damn, shouldn't you fagots get a room? Waving your gay hard-ons at each other; you’re gonna make us straight guys vomit."

The brunette sort of blushed and started to laugh.

My new friend turned his head, moved his towel to hide his dick and said, "We were just talking about what your girlfriend let us do to her last night, and were trying to decide if we want to switch sides when we do her again tonight... "

The brunette bit his tongue but continued to snicker.

"I'm gonna beat the shit out of you!"

"If your mad about the fisting thing, we weren’t the first ones to do that to her. She begged us to."

The brunette howled with laughter.

"You're fuckin' dead!" The blond raised his fist and cocked his arm.

Instinctively I stood up between them, and before I knew it I had placed my hand on his chest, extended my arm, and shoved him into the locker. "You aren't gonna beat anyone."

He struggled against my arm, but all of those laps I swam paid off, or maybe it was the adrenaline and I was a bit more in lust with the guy who was wearing tight  Speedo's then I had thought. As he moved toward me a few inches I pushed a second, and his head hit the lockers with a 'bang' as I added, "Are you?"

"No." he said defeated. I was lucky his friend didn't decide to help out. Shit, this guy was strong I was lucky he decided that it wasn’t worth the trouble.

"Now leave, before I get mad!"

The blond started to leave at a semi-fast pace. The brunette looked at me and smiled, then turned and sauntered out of the locker room.

As they left, my new friend said "Wow! Thanks! My name is Jeff"

"I hate guys like that..."

"You saved me from a third beating."

"If I had known he had hit you before, I probably would have slammed him harder… Fucker!"

"So um…what school do you go to?"

"South… and sorry… my name is Mike."

"Cool, I'll be going there next year. It will be nice to know someone. I just moved here from Dallas."

"Dallas?" I asked heading for the showers.

"Yeah, I've lived all over. My Dad works for a company that manages vacation homes and stuff. He buys and sells homes for the company." Jeff replied as he lathered up his hair.

"Vacation homes?"

"Yeah, the company he works for offers specialized real-estate services.  They purchase homes in places that are good to get away from the hustle and bustle.  They fix 'em up.  Some they sell as retirement or vacation homes.  For the vacation homes they provide maintenance services and check on them while you are not living in them to be sure they aren’t vandalized and stuff.  They hold on to the better locations and use them like a time-share for those people who want to stay in a home instead of a hotel on vacation.... for people who don't want to buy a vacation home and be tied to one vacation location."

"Never heard of such a thing." I said stepping out of the shower.

"Well my dad has been buying, deciding how to fix up a few houses, contracting the work out, recommending to the parent company if the house should be kept or sold, and he functions as a real-estate agent if they decide to sell."

"Ah… So, you wanna get somethin' to eat?" I asked as I headed for the urinals and Jeff started to dry his hair.

"Yeah. You can hang out at my house," he called out loud enough for me to hear.

"Um... Okay." I called back loudly.

When I got back to the locker I slipped on a clean pair of  Speedo's because I forgot to grab underwear.

When we left the beach house we grabbed our bikes, and he directed me down the road to some upper middle class homes. We went about six blocks and for a moment I thought we were going over the next hill to where the really rich people live but we turned to arrive at a light blue house with a average yard and a great view of the lake.

The front door opened into a great-room with a large living area, a dining area in one corner and a kitchen in the other. Half of the dining table looked more like an office then a place to eat with stacks of important looking papers, stacks of torn open envelopes and a couple of note pads with scribbling on them. Extra wide sliding glass doors provided a nice view of the lake across a small deck. On one end of the room there was an alcove which I could see two bedrooms and a bathroom. On the other end of the room was a second alcove, which had a door that led to the garage and a bedroom larger then the other two.

"There is no swimming on this part of the lake" Jeff said as he reached into the fridge, grabbed a coke and threw it to me.

"It's a great view though."

"Yeah… especially with binoculars."

"What do you mean?"

"Um… we'll go for a walk and I'll show you," he said with a devilish smile.

Jeff turned around and he had a stack of several varieties of deli lunchmeat wrapped in white paper, some lettuce and some mayonnaise. He carefully edged closer to the island on the edge of the kitchen and set the food down. There was already some French bread in a bag on the breakfast bar.

"So… You like it here?" I asked as I started to open the bread.

"Yeah. Living on the lake is great. I love to swim and stuff."

"Don't you miss the big city?"

"Sometimes. And my friends."

"I bet that is rough."

"It can be, but I meet new ones." He smiled.

After we ate he grabbed a pair of binoculars and we went out the sliding glass door and started walking down a path on the edge of the lake through a few back yards and into a small wooded area. The winding footpath brought us over a hill to a small inlet where there were several large houses each with their own little dock. We weren't over where the extremely rich live, but these were expensive homes.

Jeff quietly walked off of the path into some bushes and I followed. He sat down and raised his binoculars aiming them at the houses one by one until he examined the third house where he paused for a long while. I think I saw the beginnings of an erection in his shorts as he handed me the binoculars.

"Second floor, first window on the right"

I peered through the powerful lenses as directed into the window to reveal a voluptuous undressed female sitting on the edge of the bed while fondling the erection of an a man who looked in his mid twenties. He looked like a body builder as she started to go down on him. His big hands gently grabbed her long brown hair.

Being gay I wasn't very interested, except that the guy was a hunk. He sort of looked like superman with his dark wavy hair and cut chest and powerful six pack. His cock was pretty big too, but not so large that it didn't fit nicely into the woman's mouth. I watched for a few more moments, tried to imagine the woman as being a guy and handed the binoculars back to Jeff.

Jeff watched the progression of the slow fellatio as I surreptitiously watched Jeff watch them. Jeff's hand slowly crept up his leg and began to move up and down the outline of an underlying hardness that went diagonally from between his legs to the point where his waistband met the edge of his pelvis.

Suddenly Jeff handed me the binoculars back to me and he may have seen what I was watching because he looked sort of self-conscious as I started to zoom in on the action across the inlet. She was bobbing up and down quickly and his head was tilted back. Just as I was getting focused on it they both crawled into bed and out of view. I could only see their feet.

"Damn!"

"What?"

I handed him the binoculars.

Jeff adjusted them and exclaimed, "Fuck!"

"Ah well… Thanks... That was intense!"

Jeff re-focused his binoculars and examined the other houses, then stood up and started to walk to a lower footpath that I had not noticed before. I got up and followed him quietly. He said in a low voice, "Don't give up so easily. This way, there is bound to be better sights up ahead"

The narrow path trailed through more back yards of huge houses and around the inlet and up and over another hill where it disappeared in a well manicured lawn. We went through that yard, across a street, quietly across another lawn and part way down another hill before we picked up another trail.

I glanced at the footpath and wondered if we went in the other direction around the small peninsula we would meet up with the same footpath we had left in the back yard of the other house. We followed this path for a short while before it faded into some tall grass. From there I could see another public swimming area and another cove, and a large house next to the public beach. Then I realized we were standing in the back yard of a very large house.

"Um… I don't think we should be here"

"Don't worry about it, my dad is having some work done on this house before he tries to sell it. It is unoccupied."

"Oh"

Jeff sat down behind some ornamental plants that were still short enough to see across the cove while being wide enough to obscure our voyeurism. I sat next to him and he handed me the binoculars.

I first looked across the water to the beach for a moment before scrying into the large beach house with huge windows. I was stunned to see an attractive guy about my age with straight brown hair wearing  Speedo's while dancing across the large room with a glass of orange liquid in each hand. I waited in anticipation as he danced toward a guy sitting on the couch. The dancer teased the guy on the couch by offering one of the drinks only to steal it away and gulp it down.

The older guy on the couch took the other drink as the Adonis pranced in his swimwear further away then closer to the man. It didn't take long before the man reached forward and pulled down his shorts and he danced around the room some more totally necked with his dick giggling side to side. His beautifully curved cock was fully erect as he approached the shirtless curly brunette sitting on the couch who reached around and grabbed his butt.

My dick got so hard it hurt. I giggled my hips to try to re-adjust myself without using my hand, which I needed to steady the powerful lenses. The guy who couldn't have been more then a year older then me grabbed the guy who looked in his early twenties by the hair and thrust his pelvis toward the man's face. I was enthralled to watch the man take what appeared to be the whole above average sized cock into his mouth.

I was mesmerized as I watched his lightly muscled chest as he breathed deeply and thrust faster and faster. I wanted to jack off so much and my dick hurt so much because it was straining against the band of the Speedo's I had on under my shorts. I gyrated my hips more to try to relieve the pain as I watched a small trickle of cum drip down the man's chin and onto the floor.

I felt self conscious, like Jeff was watching me. Observing my dick try to break free of the confines of my shorts. Then I realized. If I handed the binoculars to Jeff, and he looked in the sliding glass doors of the big house, the only house within range, he would know that I was gay. I thought fast.

"Fuck!" I exclaimed.

"What?"

"They moved"

"Damnit… what were they doin' "

"A blow job… "

Suddenly Jeff stood up, ripped down his shorts revealing another beautiful pair of tight Speedo's, this time swirls of yellow, green and indigo swirled around his tight butt, which was moving quickly to the edge of the lake. He was in front of me when he pulled them down and moving away quickly enough that I could not observe if he had a hard-on or not.

"Race you to the beach!" he said almost running toward the shore.  "Leave the binoculars" he said as he made a racer's dive into the water.

I quickly set the binoculars down and adjusted my hard-on as I pulled down my shorts. I ran for the lake and dove in and began to swim as fast as I could. The cold water made my balls ache, but got rid of my erection.

I could see that I was gaining on him, but maybe not enough to beat him. I could see the floats that denoted the alley where someone could bring a boat from the docks of the two houses on the small cove out to the middle of the lake. We were past half way to the beach. I put the burn on and we seemed to tie as we reached water too shallow to do the over-hand crawl.

We both laughed as we sat in the shallow water out of breath with the sand between our toes.

Jeff asked, "Do you come over to this beach too?"

"Not often. I like to do some diving and well… no platform"

"Yeah… Diving is fun."

"And there are concessions at the other beach. "

Just as I was about to catch my breath, Jeff stood up and shouted "Betcha can't catch up this time!" He dove forward and started to race forward. This time I was more prepared and swam after him. But he was right, by the time we reached the markers I was a length and a half behind. I had burned up too much energy going to this beach, there was no way I could muster catching him now on the return trip. I guess I have trained too much for speed, and not enough for stamina.

When I reached the shore he was already up the hill behind the foliage. I had butterflies in my stomach as I realized he was already looking into the large house. If those two were still at it I was a goner. All sorts of feeble attempts at lies flew through my head as I searched for a plausible explanation: 'there was a girl there earlier... That wasn't who was there before.... I thought the shorter one was a girl' but it was hopeless. My cover was blown.

I sat down beside Jeff and observed his erection straining against his wet ,Speedo's and the back of his hand gently rubbing the length of it. Then new thoughts flooded my head: 'what a relief... Oh my god that means he's gay too... Wow his dick is even bigger then I thought, I can't wait to… what am I waiting for?!?'

My heart was pounding as I reached over and ran the back of my own hand up the length of his shaft starting at his balls and going all the way to his head. Instead of letting my hand meet his, he raised his hand and used it to help steady the binoculars that were still trained on the house. I wondered what he was seeing.

I ran my hand back down the slick material that tightly held the object of my desire. Slowly my hand went up and down, back and forth until I worked up enough courage to reach over with the other hand and retrieve the string to untie the package. Slowly I tugged at the cord to un-knot the bow. Then I hooked my finger through the inner loop to pull the knot from the string.

Almost immediately his dick flexed and emerged from its tight enclosure. It seemed to plump up like it had not been allowed to fully inflate with the pressure of the lycra holding it firmly against the stomach. I resumed slowly running the back of my hands from his scrotum all the way to the now-uncovered top three inches. The soft moist skin felt good to the touch. After a few times I let my thumb catch his waist band and pull down the Speedo's a bit more revealing more of Jeff's ample member.

I leaned over and began to lick the front side of his cock gently at about the same pace as the back of my hand had gone, back and forth lightly again and again sometimes spending more time licking at his balls which I had not noticed before were hairless. Sometimes I spent more time running my tongue around the cap of his head.

With each added effort Jeff let out a low moan to encourage me think up new ways of making him moan. His youthful growl was so pleasant to listen to.

I was thoroughly enjoying every inch when I decided that I wanted more. As I ran my tongue around the front side of his cock I tilted my head forward and took his head into my mouth and relaxed my throat as I took more and more of him in with each successive motion up and down. Soon I had three fourths of it in my mouth and I was grasping the base with my hand jacking him off as I sucked.

"Ohhhh God" Jeff whispered, "That… oh.. yeah!"

One of his hands left the binoculars and started to rub up and down my back and through my hair. Gently but passionately attempting to set my pace a bit faster. When I complied his breathing got deeper, "Oh… Yes… Oh… " he moaned.  I wanted to taste him cum.

"Oh… God… Yes… Oh…. Oooooh!" His breathing was getting deeper, and his words fewer and farther between when suddenly his head swelled inside my mouth seconds before my mouth filled with sweet tasting liquid that reminded me of honey-dew melons.

His hand returned to my hair attempting to slow my motions, but I wanted to drink every drop.

"Oh… God… Stop… that … oh… that is too good… Stop…. "

I stopped bobbing up and down but kept him in my mouth until his ejaculations subsided. When I sat back up, I am sure I was smiling like a cat who had just caught a mouse. Jeff looked at me with a smile that could melt a glacier.

"That was so intense" he said as he handed me the binoculars.

I had been wondering what was so visually stimulating that he didn't put the binoculars down. I focused on the sliding glass door, and I saw the twenty year old on top of the guy who was about my age with his knees to his chest. As the man leaned back the youth grabbed the back of the couch with one hand to pull himself forward to a sitting position.  They did this maneuver with the man's thick cock still firmly planted within him. He started to rock back and forth up and down steadying himself with one hand on the back of the couch and the other on the cushion.

As I watched I felt Jeff reaching into my Speedo's. My first reaction was to put the binoculars down, but then I thought that it might be fun to let Jeff pleasure me as I did him while I watched the live porno. I watched as the slender body moved up and down faster and faster. Alternately he would let go of the cushion and jack off while he moved up and down only to let go and hold onto the cushion again and move up and down some more. Some times he would rock back and forth like a cowboy riding an electric bull.

Though I had been feeling the intense pleasure of my cock being touched I was so distracted that I don't remember Jeff pulling off my swimsuit. One moment I was feeling Jeff fondling my shaft and my balls both through and inside my Speedo's, and the next the warm moist feeling of Jeff's mouth enveloping the top half of my prick.

It was then that I noticed that a guy was coming out of the water and onto the deck.  He was looking around a bit nervously.  He was really cute.  Blond hair parted at the side.  He looked so small on the oversized deck, but I guess he stood about 5'6".  Then as he went toward the sliding glass doors at the back of the house he turned toward me and I got a good look at his face.  It was Adam, the captain of the swim team.  

It was then that I realized that that I recognized the ‘cowboy’s’ face, "but that can't be!!" I mumbled. It was Chris from the swim team. I had wondered about a couple of other guys on the swim team, but had never guessed that Chris was gay! "Oh my God! That's Chris".

"Mmm?" Jeff asked.

When I saw Adam there I figured out it was Chris.  "The guy getting the ride of his life is on the swim team. He's like the second fastest on the team."

"Mmmm!" Jeff remarked.

I zoomed back out to observe more of the action. They were really into it. Each thrust was so passionate, each movement so sensual. I gently ran my fingers through Jeff’s hair, as I watched Chris the brunette cowboy start to breathe heavily and tilt his head back. Jeff was going to town on my dick. He was really good at doing deep throat. Hell, he was good at everything. It was so intense, live action pornography and the best blowjob I had ever had.

Adam peered into the window and from the body language he didn't like what he saw, but then one of his hands reached down and started to stroke himself through his Speedo's.  He looked around as if to check if he was in a spot where no one could see him, then he pulled his dick out and started to masturbate at about the same rate as Chris and the homeowner were fucking.

Jeff seemed to know that I was getting close and started to speed up gradually as to not loose the orgasm. The rodeo rider was also about to cum, he held the couch tightly with both hands as his dick started to shoot semen all over the other guy's chest and onto his face. Seeing it was too much, I felt my balls get taught and Jeff start to coax me into cuming. My ears started to ring as I shot my load, and Jeff milked me till I was about ready to scream.

Adam's hand was a blur on his cock as he peered into the back window like he was making up for lost time because he arrived late.  All of a sudden Adam spewed semen on the sliding glass window in copious amounts.  My own orgasm continued and Jeff continued to suck me and rub my balls.  

I couldn't believe how exhilarating it was. It was more then just receiving a blowjob, more then just spying on someone. I felt a strange connection to the live actions that were taking place in that house, like I was a part of it somehow even though they had no idea we were out here. Not to mention this was the first time I had fooled around in the out of doors, almost in the open.

When I finished Jeff sat up and said, "This is the best summer ever!"

Suddenly I remembered that I had promised my mom that I would mow the lawn before sundown and it was about that time. "Shit, I gotta go home".  I thought to myself, 'isn't it funny how sex can jump-start your brain and make you think of stuff at the most inappropriate time?'.

"You aren't having second thoughts...Are you?"

"No... "

Silence ensued as we slipped back on our shorts to attempt to cover the fact that we were both as erect as hell. I felt that I had to reassure Jeff that everything was cool. "No, I'm not having second thoughts or any regrets. I just promised my mom that I would cut the grass before sundown and I don't want to let her down again. I am so glad it worked out that we saw a couple of gay guys instead of more straight sex, and that you beat me back.".

Jeff laughed, "Well...that was the plan," he said with a smile as he turned to take the long path that followed the water's edge around the peninsula that we had cut across earlier. The strange almost thick silence continued between us. It made me want to reassure him again that I found the encounter enjoyable.

"Can you come out after dark?" I asked.

"Not tonight"

Now I was worried that I had offended Jeff. "Are you having regrets?"

"Hell no!"

I smiled at the response, but wished he gave further explanation and was too afraid to ask.

It is strange how a new relationship can turn into a game of 'if I do this or that it will look like I am getting possessive or that I am too naive or even too experienced--slutty'. Granted, I didn’t even know if he wanted a relationship. We had just shared one sexual experience, but I did want more. New relationships are so odd in that there is no easy way to start. You fall in love too soon you get burned or second-guess yourself and nothing ever happens. How does one strike that balance?

The odd silence continued as if both of us were too afraid to speak, either from the normal anxiety of new relationships, or from that odd feeling that you were being watched or listened to, as if someone could hear what we were saying across the lake. I suppose after being a voyeur one can get a bit paranoid.

Once we were back in the woods Jeff spoke, "I can't tonight. Dad and I are supposed to go to the movies, and he got real pissed last time I brought someone along without asking… granted that was with dinner too…. But… "

"Tomorrow then?"

"Bet!" Jeff said with a smile. "Meet me at the beach tomorrow morning and we'll take it from there".

We parted ways at Jeff's house and I picked up my bike and rode home. There was enough time to finish the lawn before dark if I hurried. I didn't have time to change into jeans, but I did grab my tennis shoes before I got out the mower, topped off the gas and started it up. I went at a pretty fast pace in the front yard but continued to think of Chris in the big house, and Jeff, and what Jeff and I were planning to do tomorrow. When I did the grass in the back thoughts of Jeff filled my mind excited that I had met someone about my age that was gay who was hopefully as interested in me as I was in him. He would never replace Tom, the guy who had left earlier that day. But I thought it would be impossible to find another lover in this odd town.

The work was done before I knew it and I took a shower and went to bed with much anticipation of what the next day would hold.