Watching Demigod Enjoying Pool Time

Birds are a hobby of mine. I've raised everything from finches to macaws and loved every one of them. I've downsized my menagerie and only have an African Grey and a pair of Pacific Parrotlets. During the summer months, I keep the birds on my screened-in balcony, which overlooks the condominium complex pool.

One morning, I was on the balcony giving the birds their daily dose of attention. I could hear people down at the pool, but that was just background noise to me. I rarely pay attention to the going on's down there, since most of the residents are single mothers and they hold no real attraction for me. However, on this day, all of that would change.

I hadn't yet put my contact lenses in, since it was still fairly early and I had no real plans for the day. I only really need them when I'm driving, anyway.

Glancing toward the pool, in the direction where I heard dance music, I could make out the blurry image of a dark haired body laying on a chaise lounge. There was no shirt on this body, so I figured it must be a man. I walked to the bedroom to get my binoculars (I'm block captain for the neighborhood watch program, and I've got a great view from the bedroom) so I could get a better look at this rare specimen who had invaded the pool area.

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Upon returning to the balcony, I put the binoculars to my eyes. I looked toward the pool, but couldn't find him. I could see the boom box next to the chair he'd been in, so I knew he'd be coming back. I waited a few minutes and sure enough, he came walking back to his chair.

WOW! I'd been out of the dating loop for a while, as I'd let my work become my life, but if I'd have known men like this existed outside the pages of magazines, I would be unemployed. He was incredible!

Close to six feet tall, chiseled face and body, dark curly hair (on his chest, too!), and a butt that was very nicely proportioned. The cut off jeans he was wearing were short, but not to the point of vulgarity. On another man, these shorts would be too effeminate, but they fit him so well.

He lay back down on the chaise lounge and reached behind his head for the tanning oil. After pouring some onto his hands, he gently massaged it into his skin, working from the chest down-slowly. When he was through oiling up, he stretched a little and settled in for a long tanning session. He put his arms up by his head, spread his legs ever so slightly and pulled his shorts a little closer to his crotch. Even though it gave me no more of a view of what was in those shorts, I sat and watched him for a few more minutes.

The ringing of the phone pulled me out of my reverie. Right before I answered it, I half-consciously noticed that I had a slight hard on. As soon as I heard the voice on the other end, my hard on disappeared. It was the district manager of the store for which I worked. She needed me to send her the sales figures for the last two weeks. DAMN! There's a few hours out of my day off! This meant I had to get dressed and go to work. I was not happy at all.

Three hours later, as the sun was reaching it's high point in the sky, I returned home. The birds were getting hot and they were all screaming. I put my briefcase on the floor and went to the balcony to move them inside. Again, I looked down at the pool. Whew! He was still there. Good! I moved the birds inside and changed clothes. I have a pair of shorts that I wear around the house (they're not for public display) which have a large hole right about where my balls hang. Usually, I wear a pair of spandex shorts underneath them, but it was so hot today, I decided to forego that formality. After all, if I'm at home by myself, why do I need to cover up?

I grabbed a Corona from the fridge and sliced up a lime. In this heat, it would certainly be refreshing.

I sat at the balcony table and looked at the pool. Still there. He must have been asleep. The sun had given him some nice color, turning his skin almost bronze, his head was turned slightly away from me. I looked at his shorts. They looked like they'd been pulled even closer to his crotch since I'd left. With my contacts in now, I didn't need the binoculars; I could see detail well enough without them.

His crotch looked very inviting. The legs (seemingly by reading my thoughts) parted even more. I could only stare as his balls and the head of his cock fell from the confines of those shorts. His head turned, this time toward me. His eyes were still closed and he licked his lips, replacing the precious moisture which had evaporated. How I longed to lick his lips for him.

My eyes returned to stare at his crotch. He must have been having a very good dream, because his cock was beginning to swell. Seeing this, mine reacted in the same way. More and more, his hard on protruded from his shorts; all the while, he was oblivious to the fact that besides myself, there might be other people staring at him. My own shorts were beginning to tent, and every breeze that came through the hole made my cock jump.

Right about the time I thought I might spill my load, someone's kid jumped into the pool, creating a loud splash. It woke the demigod up and made me wish that child's parents had been infertile. The hunk must have realized that he was "hangin' out", because when I looked back at him, he was no longer hard and he was tucked neatly inside his shorts. He stood up, stretched and looked around. I was still staring at his gorgeous body when I noticed he was looking right up at my balcony. I could feel my face flush and my heart jumped. I readjusted myself and pretended to be interested in something on my table. By the time I'd finally gotten the nerve to look again, he was lying face down on the chaise lounge, hiking his shorts up to his butt cheeks. This time, his face was turned in my direction. The sun was casting shadows over his face, so I couldn't tell if his eyes were open or not. I told myself that his eyes were closed. I didn't want to take the chance of getting the binoculars- that would have been too obvious.

Another hour went by and nothing had changed. By now, my balls were starting to ache and it looked like there was no end in sight. I wasn't about to give up watching, though! He began to stir and ended up laying on his side. Once again, that cock was pushing its way out of those shorts. He stretched and I could see his hard on throbbing- much like mine was. Still on his side, he reached behind himself to get a beer out of his cooler. It was a beautiful sight.

I reached down and put my hand in the hole in my shorts. I ran my fingers up and down the length of my eight inch cut shaft, pausing when I reached the head (already soaked in pre-cum). He took a swig of his beer and then looked right at me. There was no getting out of this one, it was too obvious. Caught with my hands in my shorts. He drank from his beer again and continued looking at me. I was mesmerized.

Such dark, mysterious, sexy eyes. Not missing a beat (or a stroke) I looked at his crotch again. He was still hard and I could see a glistening bead of pre-cum on the head of his cock. He put his hand down there and touched his wetness, bringing his finger to his mouth and licking it seductively. That was too much. I couldn't hold back any longer. My hips thrusting in time with the hand stroking my cock, I let out a soft groan and shot my load into my shorts. It was such a relief to feel the hot stickiness finally, even though my balls were still hurting.

He had a slight smile on his face and I noticed that he was rubbing his own cock ever so subtly. He pulled it out a little more from his shorts and I could see it was at least nine inches, cut. He leaned his head back and I could see him shudder. His load came out in streams on the chair he was in. He shook it once and then rolled back over on his stomach. Smiling, he gave a small, barely noticeable wave my way and hiked his shorts up again.

I was still hard, but the ringing of the phone diminished it. Work again. They'd caught one of my employees shoplifting and the police wanted to ask me some questions. Hmm... Men in uniform... Guess I'd better get cleaned up and head to the store.

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