Page 38 of Big Britches

“Uh, no. Not the last time I checked. Why would you say that?”

“I—” Pedro began, stammering. “I—I just worry. A lot. About everything. I get it from my mother.”

“I can’t wait to meet her.”

“One day maybe.”

The pool light clicked on and—even though it was a single bulb at the far end—suddenly, they were illuminated much more.

“Ah,” said Titus. “Now I can see your face better. I could get lost in your eyes, you know? So dark, so sexy.”

Pedro should have learned from experience, but old habits are hard to break. He shied from the compliment by averting his gaze down where he saw Titus below the waist, much better now with the light on.

“Oh!” he said, looking up quickly. “I, uh?—”

“Come here.” Titus pulled him close again. “Nothing to be bashful about. I like looking at you, too.”

They had drifted a bit into even shallower water, standing, but Titus still held him, slow-dancing to Miles Davis’s So What. Pedro rested his head on Titus’s chest, wrapping his arms around him, squeezing. He felt firm muscle against his skin as their torsos pressed together, slick with water. He wished he could hold Titus even closer, absorb him if possible. Titus responded to the embrace, both above and below the water.

“That’s some grip you got there. I like a healthy man that works outdoors.”

Pedro chortled nervously, feeling Titus’s cock creeping against his belly.

“I want to kiss you, Pedro. May I kiss you?”

“Yes. Please do. I want you to.”

Titus bent down and pressed their mouths together. It was chaste at first, but when Pedro’s lips parted, Titus’s tongue slipped in, gently exploring. Pedro welcomed it, roused, realizing how much he’d craved another man’s touch.

When they parted, his eyes opened slowly. “That was nice.”

“Yeah,” said Titus. “Kinda makes me want to do more.”

“Me too. But first, take me deep again, where I can’t touch bottom. I like having an excuse to hold on to you.”

Titus did as instructed, and Pedro again clung to him. Now, both men were sporting erections, though they were too close to see them, just brushing against each other beneath the water. Pedro’s legs were wrapped around Titus’s abdomen, pressing his hardness into Titus’s stomach, and Titus’s erection was below, nudging at Pedro’s bottom.

They kissed again, more fervently now, as if this would be the only time and they had to make it count.

“Someone’s perking up a little bit,” said Titus.

“Sorry. Is it too much?”

“Nooooo. I like it. I like holding you, feeling you all wrapped around me.”

“Do you want more?”

“Not if you don’t. You’re the boss. We’re only doing what you’re comfortable with.”

“I do, T. I want it. Maybe too much.”

“It’s been a while for me. Going on three years.”

“Me, too. Everything feels so new.”

“It is new,” Titus said, then added, “—for me.”

“I know. And because of that, I want it to be special.”