Submitted by turdferguson1971 last September 20th 2007, 06:09 AM

Category: Sex Stories

Everyday like clockwork, he comes at 1:30 in the afternoon, to swim. I watch him from my third floor window of my apartment, felling a little dirty, a little guilty and a bit shameful. I should go down there and at least try meet him. But each day when I try, my legs betray me and my mind cries off. I can not spend my time wishing for him and never even saying “hi” to him.

Now, as he strips off his clothes to his very small and very tight swim shorts, my breath stops short each time he bends over to remove a leg from his caftan pants. The muscles in his well defined body, ripples with movement and sweat glistened off his bronze skin. He looks to see if anyone is watching him and slides his a hand down his shorts and adjusts his hidden package. The part of him I have never seen, but is the center of all my fantasies

He slips into the water to start his daily laps on the pool, but his attention is diverted by a new-comer in the pool. He is handsome, taller than my swimmer, broader in the shoulders with a patch of fine downy hair on his chest, the trail of which, disappearing into his tight swim suit. He smiles at my swimmer, who smiles back. The new-comer drops towel on a chair next to him and gets in the pool. His lips move, but the words must be weighed down by the moisture from the pool, the words fail to reach my open window. Laughter from my swimmer sends a cold stab into my heart. I wanted to make him laugh. The new-comer starts to move closer to the object of my desires, hovering around him like a vulture on carrion. Yet, my swimmer does not seem to mind. I can feel him slipping away from me. They share the laughter as the space between them start to diminish, and the cold stab of jealousy start to grow. As I lose myself in thought, my swimmer has his tongue inside the new-comer’s mouth and his hands are exploring the muscular body before him.

The new-comer’s hands are exploring too, but they seem to linger around the swimmer’s perfectly toned ass, caressing and squeezing. He takes my swimmer in his arms and turns him around so he can sit on the first step into the pool. The dark-haired new-comer lowers his head into the lap of the swimmer as he pulls off the swimmer’s suit. I don’t see the object of my obsession, but I cannot look away, even as the jealousy has become an inferno instead of the cold stab it once was. The swimmer’s head turns up to the sky, a study in ecstasy, as the new-comer’s head starts to bob up and down. Feeling left out, I release my already hard cock and begin to stroke in time with the new-comer. I could still make my swimmer cu if I concentrate on the new-comer. I reach out with my mind, searching for his energy. I imagine my cock entering the perfect ass I had been watching for months. The head pushing into his pink bud, the moan of lust escaping his mouth as I push further into him.

As I pictured this, the new-comer laid the swimmer back and placed his club-like prick on the swimmer’s member and rubs the two together. I concentrated harder and the new-comer slowly slips his cock inside my swimmer. I watch the thrusts of the new-comer being matched by the counter-thrusts of the swimmer, building up my load in my balls. I could hear the moans of my swimmer as he was pushing into the man-meat with bravado. I pictured my cock shooting my hot man-seed in his tight ass. Outside, the new-comer grunts as he shoots his spunk into my swimmer. The swimmer’s cock explodes in a white shower of sticky, sweet goo. I feel my climax approaching, so I stand in front of my open window and shoot my cum in their direction. They embrace each other, but the swimmer is looking at me! My swimmer is looking right at me!

The new-comer lets go of him and gets out of the pool. He wipes off his body and mouths something to the swimmer and leaves. The swimmer gets out after a few moments, he stands there on the pool deck, gathering his shorts with his feet. He bends over, pointing his perfect ass in my direction and coyly looks over his shoulder at me. Again!, he looked at me again! He smiles and straightens up, he wipes off his body and heads towards the gate. He looks up and turns again to face me. He looks up and smiles, looking at me as my spent member hangs limply in front of me, my hands on the window jamb, he turns and leaves. I turn and look at the pictures of him that cover every inch of the walls and ceiling in my back bedroom. I know tomorrow he will be back for his swim and this time… I will be the new-cummer!