20 Days of Tuck

Chapter 6: Heated Daydream

Chapter 6: Heated Daydream

October 8, 2015

Carl wasn’t swimming in Miss Kitty’s in-ground pool, but I imagined that he could be. While staring at the pool, which was closed for the season, half-drained and covered by a plastic wrapping that looked like a giant garbage bag, I imagined him stripping out of his shorts and T-shirt, dropping them to the leaf-covered ground and standing in the mid-afternoon sun, drenched in its splinters of warm light.

My mind drifted and I pictured his hairy chest, pink n*****s, and the long c**k between his legs that reached halfway down his right, inner thigh. The d**k was cut with extra skin, plump and golden-brown with thick veins. A thick patch of bristly black hair accessorized the part. The patch of coils was nicely trimmed and eye-appealing. Balls hung underneath his d**k with more extra skin drooping from them, which was a totally aphrodisiac for me.

Gawking at his muscular and handsome features, he supplied me with a wave, an ear to ear smile, and walked to the pool’s edge. I thought he would bend over and release one of the plastic covering’s knotted corners for a quick swim. Instead, he stood next to the pool, showing off his tight and bulbous bronze bottom to me, and his thick thighs, and said over his right shoulder, “We could swim if you wanted to.”

I imagined shaking my head. “I have a better plan.”

“What kind of plan?”

“We could have a drink together and make out in my room.”

“So you want me?”

“Something like that.”

“It’s nice to be wanted.”

“I’m sure you get it all the time, Carl. You’re rock-hard sexy and good looking. You could pass as a model.”

He shook his head, “I’m really not that good looking. I’m just an average Joe.”

“Hardly,” I said to him and…

* * * *

Carl tapped my right shoulder with two fingertips, pulling me out of that interesting daydream. I spun around and stared into his dark eyes. “What?” slipped out of my mouth, which sounded like a surprised whisper.

“Can you help me over here for a second? I need you to hold a piece of wood for me while I measure it out and cut it.”

His comment was perfectly ambiguous, which caused a smirk to form on the edges of my mouth. Of course I would help him, followed him to his Hilty saw and lumber and…whatever else he had wanted me to assist him with, like maybe stripping him out of his clothes and going for a swim in Miss Kitty’s pool, after removing its plastic cover.