We disrobed, and I slid open the glass wall leading out onto the back patio. The blue reflection on Rowdy’s trim frame made me surprisingly emotional.
Rowdy looked down at himself. “What’re you looking at?”
“I was just thinking about how beautiful you are.”
He turned to me, grinning as he knotted his hair back in a bun. “I suppose you know what you’re talking about.”
I hugged him, enjoying his body against mine for a moment. He was so warm in my arms. Then, because I could be a shit, too, I grabbed him up and threw us into the pool together.
He broke the surface, sputtering. “You are such an asshole,” he said, smacking my chest.
“Yes, but I’m your asshole.”
We stood there, making out, then Rowdy pushed off, floating on his back. I followed suit, gliding up next to him on the surface of the water. I twined my arm with his, and we floated there like a pair of otters, staring at the starry Texas sky as the wind rustled through the oaks and junipers. I’d never felt more comfortable next to another human, and tonight, this time between us, felt so natural.
After a while, he turned on his belly, crossing his arms on my shoulder as his pale ass bobbed in and out of the water, droplets beading down his hips.
“Are you really using me like a floaty?”
He reached down and took hold of my soft cock. “Are you really complaining?”
I let my hand drift down to his ass, cupping it. “Not for a second.”
I hadn’t been lying, I didn’t have another one in me, but it still felt nice to be fondled, and to fondle in return.
“So, you’re cuddly and handsy. Good to know,” I said, squeezing his ass again.
Rowdy kissed my chest. “I guess that’s where I get my fear of being too needy. I’ve never been with someone who let me touch and hold them as much as you let me.”
I kissed his forehead, tucking a stray strand of hair back into the knot at the back of his head. “It’s not about me letting you, it’s about me enjoying doing this with you. Every part of my body wants every part of your body as close as it can be, pretty much always.”
“Nah, you’ll get bored with me soon enough.”
“I can promise you, I will not.”
He blinked owlishly, beads of water on the tips of his thick eyelashes, uncertainty and hope and the emotion we hadn’t yet talked about shining from his eyes. His hand was still on my cock, squeezing rhythmically, softly.
I chuckled. “You seem very into my dick, if you don’t mind me saying.”
“Don’t get a big head about it. It’s just the perfect handful when it’s soft. Like a stress toy.”
I rolled over, pulling him down with me. We broke the surface and stood, facing each other as water sluiced down our chests. I brushed the wet hair out of his eyes.
“I am not your stress toy,” I said with a very serious face.
He grinned, and his hand went back to my cock. “Is that a complaint?”
“No. Never.” I nosed him, laying soft kisses on his pretty face as he abandoned my cock to feel up my ass.
Cuddling with someone on dry land was one kind of pleasure, but pressing up against each other in the water was another thing entirely. We kissed and touched, smiling like teenagers. His smaller stature and youthful grin made me feel like a dirty old man.
I liked it.
Finally, when I yawned into a kiss, he laughed and pushed back from me. “We should go to bed.”
I yawned again, then pointed out the outside shower. “It has great water pressure and gets really warm. Let’s rinse off before we go inside.”
He followed me out of the pool, pinching my ass as I walked up the steps to the wooden deck.
