Closed for Intensityrising
Travis exited his house and set off down the block in a steady jog. Though the basketball season wouldn't start till fall, his coach no doubt wanted his players to stay in shape over the summer. Besides, running through the neighborhood would help familiarize him with the new locale.
His parents had moved to a new house across town just a week ago, so everything around here was still new. The houses were bigger here, with smaller front yards and spacious expansions in the back. Seemed like every other one had a pool. Pity his parents hadn't sprung for one.
Still, he did have the Norris one next door. Bill Norris was about 5'10" and probably approaching 40. He'd seemed friendly enough when he'd come over to say hello. His jokes were lame, but the guy had welcomed Travis to use the pool anytime he wanted. Hard not to like the guy a little.
Travis' feelings regarding the Bill's wife were much less equivocal. Cathy Norris was a stone cold fox who had curves for days. Seriously, he hadn't seen breasts that big on a woman that slender outside of some clearly Photoshopped images on the Internet. Just thinking about the luscious brunette had him a bit stiff.
She was a stay-at-home mom looking after their firstborn, but even in ratty shorts and a shirt with baby food stains, she'd looked incredible. Travis kept looking over the fence hoping to catch her in a swimsuit, but he'd had no luck thusfar. She'd come out to chat a few times when he came over to swim, but always dressed like a soccer mom.
Still, he thought she might be interested, if only just a little. Bill was an okay-looking guy, but he was a bit flabby around the middle. Surely a hot number like Mrs. Norris had to crave something taut and muscular like Travis. He was pretty sure he'd caught her gaze lingering on his six-pack a time or two. Certainly the girls at school liked his physique, particularly when he took it all off. Travis figured Mrs. Norris probably wouldn't be much different. He just had to get her to take that first step.
Travis finished his run as he returned to his block. The summer sun combined with his exertion had sweat pouring off him. He walked the last hundred feet and headed straight into the Norris backyard.
The pool was deserted, as usual, but the car in the driveway was Mrs. Norris'. She was probably inside - maybe even quietly observing him. Travis grinned. Fine, he'd give her a little show just in case.
He slowly stripped the wet T-shirt off his body. He made sure to flex as he did so, making his muscles bulge. When he was bare-chested, he rubbed his hands slowly across his sweat-slickened skin. Yeah, he had it going on.
Unfortunately, no lust-crazed buxom brunette came running out of the house. Damn. Some of the girls at school would already have been on their knees begging to suck his dick after his little display. Travis shrugged; one of these days.
Travis slipped off his socks and shoes, leaving nothing but his swim trunks on. He eased himself into the comparatively chilly water and sighed. Cold dip in the pool felt great after running in the sun. He ducked his head to get it wet and then began to lazily swim laps.
Travis exited his house and set off down the block in a steady jog. Though the basketball season wouldn't start till fall, his coach no doubt wanted his players to stay in shape over the summer. Besides, running through the neighborhood would help familiarize him with the new locale.
His parents had moved to a new house across town just a week ago, so everything around here was still new. The houses were bigger here, with smaller front yards and spacious expansions in the back. Seemed like every other one had a pool. Pity his parents hadn't sprung for one.
Still, he did have the Norris one next door. Bill Norris was about 5'10" and probably approaching 40. He'd seemed friendly enough when he'd come over to say hello. His jokes were lame, but the guy had welcomed Travis to use the pool anytime he wanted. Hard not to like the guy a little.
Travis' feelings regarding the Bill's wife were much less equivocal. Cathy Norris was a stone cold fox who had curves for days. Seriously, he hadn't seen breasts that big on a woman that slender outside of some clearly Photoshopped images on the Internet. Just thinking about the luscious brunette had him a bit stiff.
She was a stay-at-home mom looking after their firstborn, but even in ratty shorts and a shirt with baby food stains, she'd looked incredible. Travis kept looking over the fence hoping to catch her in a swimsuit, but he'd had no luck thusfar. She'd come out to chat a few times when he came over to swim, but always dressed like a soccer mom.
Still, he thought she might be interested, if only just a little. Bill was an okay-looking guy, but he was a bit flabby around the middle. Surely a hot number like Mrs. Norris had to crave something taut and muscular like Travis. He was pretty sure he'd caught her gaze lingering on his six-pack a time or two. Certainly the girls at school liked his physique, particularly when he took it all off. Travis figured Mrs. Norris probably wouldn't be much different. He just had to get her to take that first step.
Travis finished his run as he returned to his block. The summer sun combined with his exertion had sweat pouring off him. He walked the last hundred feet and headed straight into the Norris backyard.
The pool was deserted, as usual, but the car in the driveway was Mrs. Norris'. She was probably inside - maybe even quietly observing him. Travis grinned. Fine, he'd give her a little show just in case.
He slowly stripped the wet T-shirt off his body. He made sure to flex as he did so, making his muscles bulge. When he was bare-chested, he rubbed his hands slowly across his sweat-slickened skin. Yeah, he had it going on.
Unfortunately, no lust-crazed buxom brunette came running out of the house. Damn. Some of the girls at school would already have been on their knees begging to suck his dick after his little display. Travis shrugged; one of these days.
Travis slipped off his socks and shoes, leaving nothing but his swim trunks on. He eased himself into the comparatively chilly water and sighed. Cold dip in the pool felt great after running in the sun. He ducked his head to get it wet and then began to lazily swim laps.