“Coach?”
Karl stared, mouth open, at the hairy muscled man spread on a lounge chair next to the pool. It was a pretty hot day and not only was the man covered with a sheen of sweat, in spots it was pooled enough to mat down some of the thick black curly hairs covering much of the man’s body.
“Is that you, Karl?” asked Dave Colletti, sitting up slightly, causing his six-pack to pop up as he shielded his eyes from the bright early afternoon sun.
“Yes it sure is Good! It’s such a great surprise to see you here,” stammered Karl as he reached out his right hand to his former college swimming coach, taking note of the rivulets of sweat now running off the curves of his coach’s six pack and racing off his body. Karl’s nuts started churning. Coach Colletti! His ultimate fantasy man, laid out in front of him, clad only in a black form fitting swimsuit.
For his part, Dave Colletti drank in the sight of the 22 year old blond muscle boy, water running off him since he just climbed out of the pool, his white and red striped Speedo sucked tight against his body, leaving little to the imagination of the prize inside.
“Lemme look at you, Karl!” said Dave as he quickly sat up and swung both legs to his left so that Karl found himself standing between them. Dave grabbed Karl’s outstretched hand and his left paw locked onto the outside of Karl’s right leg. Dave gave a wide smile of pleasure at the feel of the boy’s strongly muscled leg.