Good Christian - Chapter 06

GOOD CHRISTIAN

Chapter 6: Wet

It was my fourth year in the U.S., and my British ass still could not handle the heat. Thank goodness I was not in Phoenix during the summer; I would have boiled alive.

How could it still be 85°F (30°C) in early November?

I was hot, sweaty, and horny.

In all fairness, living with Christian Holmes definitely raised the temperature a few more degrees.

His mere presence could heat me up in a split second.

We did not talk about how he jerked off for me in the hallway or nutted on the bathroom door while his wife chatted with him from downstairs. However, he had something to tell me when I got to the kitchen on Saturday morning.

He was in his usual loosely closed bathrobe with a Bible nearby. The hypocrisy.

I briefly said hello, aiming to return to my room fast. I had a lot of work to do for class that weekend, so I wanted to focus on that.

He would not let me go that easily, though.

“Harry, you're gonna be in your room all day, right?’

“I think so. I have to prepare for a test.”

“Hm. Okay. A little advice, then: Look through your window at 3 sharp.”

I was taken aback.

“Why?”

He had the most mischievous smile.

“Do what you will with my advice. You know I have your best interests at heart.”

I could not grill him more on the matter because Grace walked into the kitchen with a basket of muffins.

She was doing the most to be the perfect housewife since Christian had come back home.

Unfortunately, she did not know how to cater to her husband’s most prevalent need: His raging libido.

I took a muffin she kindly offered me and I thanked her.

I could pretend that I debated whether to continue playing Christian’s dirty games, but the truth is, I did not, really.

I was having too much fun to deny myself.

He was way too attractive, and I simply did not have it in me to resist him.

You better believe that if the man told me to look out my window at 3 p.m., I was on duty, ready and waiting at 2:45.

Again, I am not saying this was right or healthy, it’s just how it was.

I let Christian get into my head, and after less than a week of living with him, I wanted to get in his bed so badly that my dick ached and my asshole clenched at the mere thought.

Unfortunately, when my watch told me it was 3 p.m., nothing happened.

The backyard was quiet. The neighbors were nowhere to be seen beyond the bushes lining the far edge of the yard. The lounge chairs around the pool were desperately empty.

What did I think would happen anyway? Martians landing on the patio?

3:03. Still nothing.

Christian just wanted to test his influence over me, see what he could make me do. It was likely another test just to see how much I was under his spell.

Except that at 3:04, I heard a door slide open.

Someone came out.

Maybe he had something planned after all!

Christian walked into the backyard.

I expected him to look back and check if I was lurking behind the second-floor window, but he did not pay the slightest attention to me.

He did give me a show, though, as he peeled off his clingy tank top.

His broad shoulders and chest were not meant to be covered by any piece of fabric.

Although we had air conditioning inside, I knew it was smoking hot outside—in more ways than one.

Quite disappointingly, Christian was wearing those typical American long, baggy swimming shorts.

I had always found those things hideous, and it was a literal crime for a man like Christian Holmes to obstruct the view like that.

Especially after he had enticed me to look at him!

Christian had the legs, thighs, and more importantly, the ass, to pull off much more revealing swimwear!

Still, it was nice to see him dive into the pool and get wet.

Who am I kidding? My dick definitely got hard watching.

Was I supposed to jerk off again? Was that what he wanted?

He had not given me specific instructions this time around.

For a little while, I just watched him swim back and forth. The pool was not that big, so I’m not sure you could call those “laps”.

Still, his back looked gorgeous as he swam. It was so large, the kind of body that could protect you; anyone would feel secure with him.

His front was nice, too.

At one point, Grace came out with muffins—or whatever it was this time—and gave him one while he was sitting on the ledge.

It pissed me off to see them close like that.

It was unwarranted and unfair, but it still bothered me.

I was jealous of Grace. She had him in her bed every night. She could kiss and hold him right there, right then if she wanted to.

What really got under my skin was that she did not even enjoy him to the fullest.

What a waste.

The man was deployed abroad most of the year. For once, he was home, and she would not even give him a blowjob?

Or maybe she would.

After all, I had only overheard one conversation. She might have changed her mind about the perks of having sex just for fun.

Christian had valid—and impressive—arguments to make, after all.

As he talked to his wife, he passed his hand through his wet hair, which offered me a good look at his armpits.

That must have been on purpose. I appreciated it.

I kept watching until Grace went back inside.

At that moment, I was satisfied with what I had seen. I thought the break from my studying had been worth it.

That chest alone was a marvel to behold. When the wetness made the hair darker and more visible against his pale skin, it was even better.

I was ready to give his performance a solid eight out of ten.

It was nice eye candy, a harmless, silly game between a married man and a student welcomed into his home, and overall, a good time.

I was in for more of a treat, though.

I should have seen it coming, considering Christian was a master of teasing.

His little swim in his baggy shorts while Grace was around was only the appetizer.

The next phase started with Christian jumping out of the pool and looking back at me.

His smile confirmed that he knew I was watching, and that was everything I needed.

Of course I was right there!

Where else could I possibly be?

At first, he acted like a brat. It was unlike him; he was in a cheeky, almost teenage mood.

He flexed his biceps, then his entire chest. He showed me his back. He poured his water bottle over his head, pretending to be in a shampoo commercial, acting sexy and all.

He giggled as he did so.

I did, too.

Seeing him act like that seemed so out of character, but the reality was that I barely knew him.

Of course, there was a human being underneath the harsh, authoritarian surface.

For God's sake, Christian just wanted to have fun! And I bet those soldiers horsed around in the army.

But soon enough, the games became less innocent.

“What is he doing?” I muttered as I watched.

He was dangling his ass in a really weird way.

At first, I thought he was going to twerk, but he actually just wanted my full attention. He slid his fingers around the waistband of his swimming shorts, wiggled his ass some more, and then he pulled them off.

This was a bold move I had not seen coming.

Christian got stark naked in his backyard, stripping out of his shorts and kicking them off on the patio.

His hairy ass was on full display as he looked back one more time to make sure I was still there.

You bet I was!

I was not going anywhere after this!

He showed me his ass first, but quickly turned around to expose his dick as well.

No matter what angle I watched from, it never ceased to amaze me.

Most of all, I liked how his dick looked meaty as fuck, even when flaccid.

You could tell it was heavy. Back in the barracks, everyone must have been looking at it in the open showers. Christian Holmes was a BIG boy.

The dark fur, especially around his junk, was an added bonus.

I was slightly hairy, too, especially on my face, but it was not the same thing at all.

Only a few men can pull off the furry look and the moustache, and he was one of them. Of course, it helped that he was basically made of a mountain of muscle.

He winked at me, and I blushed.

Damn it! Naked Christian was definitely my favorite version of him!

He was not giggling anymore when he showed off his dick. He looked very serious, like he meant business.

Then, he dove into the pool again.

He was such an exhibitionist, not to mention a naughty fucker. 

I could hardly believe that I had been scared of him at first.

Now, I felt like I had won the gay lottery, getting to live rent-free in a room with such a view, right outside my window.

At this point, I began to stroke my cock while he swam around.

I knew he would not mind that I indulged myself.

He was turning around on purpose to expose every inch of his skin. He was proud of his body—he spent at least an hour a day in the garage working out—and he wanted to show it off to the world.

Or at least to me.

I could have watched him for hours, edging, and stroking myself to completion, but sadly, the buzzkill returned way too soon.

Grace came back outside, and although I could not hear everything, it was clear that she was upset about her husband’s skinny-dipping.

I even heard her say my name, so I hid from the window to make sure she would not see me.

She said stuff like: “The neighbors or Harry could see you… Think about our reputation… This is not appropriate.”

She was exhausting, with her endless principles.

Could she not loosen up once in a while, even for her own sake?

I dared another look, and saw Christian sheepishly putting his swim trunks back on.

I guessed the show was over.

Unless of course, the head of the household had more tricks up his sleeve.

About an hour later, there was a knock on my door.

I got excited because I knew exactly who it was.

Back when it was just Grace and me, we would only see each other in the kitchen or living room. Although I spent most of my time in my room, Grace would never come see me.

But Christian was not like that.

“Yes?” I called him in.

He walked in wearing flip-flops and his broad swim shorts.

“You have to go out, Harry. It’s not healthy to stay inside all day. Especially when it’s so sunny out there.”

I smiled at his authoritarian tone.

“I've told you; I have to study.”

“Come on. It's probably one of the last weekends we can use the pool. You deserve a break.”

Since when did he care so much about my well-being?

As always though, I let him have his way.

“What do you have in mind, Mr. Holmes?”

It was funny calling him that after everything we had done.

Some might think we were past that point.

He did not correct me and still did not offer to let me call him Christian, so I figured he liked it that way.

“You have a mandatory thirty-minute break during which you get that little ass of yours in that pool!” He stated.

“Even if I wanted to, I don't have any swimwear with me. When I returned here in mid-September, I didn’t think I would be living in a house with a pool.”

“Oh, right… My mother-in-law isn’t a big fan of them. She’s missing out. But anyway, you’re here now, in my home. I have a pool, and that’s fine. You don’t need a bikini; you’re not a girl. Are you?”

“Not everyone can skinny dip in the pool. I’m not sure your wife would appreciate it. She didn't seem too happy earlier…” I dared pointing out.

“Arf. I have something I can give you. Come with me.”

I was skeptical, but I followed him.

He actually brought me to their bedroom. It was my very first time going in there.

In fact, I had never walked the full hallway, always going straight to my room or the bathroom next door.

Logically, Christian and Grace occupied the largest of the three bedrooms in the house.

I was not fond of the style of the furniture or the large cross above their bed, but the queen-size bed was tempting.

“What are we doing here?” I asked Christian.

He would not make a move here—not in the marital bed with their wedding picture framed on one of the side walls?!

Right?

“Let me just look for it. I'm sure it's here somewhere.”

He opened one of the cabinets and started searching.

I was uncomfortable and nervous that Grace would walk in.

Where was she? Was she making more muffins?

I should not have been so petty or bitter. I was definitely in the wrong here.

“Sir, I… I'm not sure this is a good idea.”

“Here!” Christian exclaimed. “Found it!”

He turned around holding a bright yellow pair of trunks.

“What’s that?”

“Why the face? It’s just some swimwear for you to use.”

“You own these and you’ve been wearing those boring shorts instead?”

I thought we had reached a point where I could tease him.

He didn't show any reaction.

“Boring? I bet you didn't think I was so boring earlier. In any case, grab these and put them on.”

He threw me the trunks which I caught.

“I mean, I'm all for Speedos and skimpy trunks at the pool, but those seem a little too tight. Even for me.”

“What are you talking about, Harry? You’re so slim!”

“I'm not. You're huge by comparison, but actually I’m pretty fit—yes, a little lean but…”

“Please. Who are we kidding? And thank you, I know I’m huge.”

“I don’t know about this.”

He let out a sigh.

“Just take off your clothes, put on these trunks, and let's go to the pool. Okay? It's no big deal. Let's just chill.”

“You want me to undress right here?”

I glanced at the wedding picture.

“Why not? It’s just between men. Nothing I haven't seen before, clearly. I didn't forget yesterday.”

I gulped.

“Neither did I.”

“Hurry, though. You don't want Grace to catch you naked in her room, do you?”

“Fuck…”

“Language.” He said, mocking his wife.

I rolled my eyes and undressed.

Christian stayed there, watching me like a hawk, a smile on the corner of his filthy lips.

Not only was he an exhibitionist, but he was also a voyeur. Good to know.

I wished I had been bold enough to put on a show like he did, but I was too afraid of getting caught, so I hurried to change.

It was not easy—those speedos were probably the skimpiest I had ever worn!

Where did he even get those?

Did he have a double life outside of his marriage? Was he meeting twinks on the side?

At this point, I certainly could not rule out that possibility.

In fact it was likely, given how comfortable he was messing around with me.

I did end up getting the swimwear to fit (barely), and of course, Christian asked me to model for him.

“Come on, twirl. Show me what you got.”

I turned around, amused.

"I feel like my butt is falling out.” I remarked.

“A bit… But it’s a great look on you. Although, I can tell you that you wouldn't last long in the army with a peachy ass like this one!”

He gave me a slap.

“As if I would ever—”

I could not finish my sentence.

“What's going on here?”

I turned around, and Grace was standing in the doorway.

That woman was everywhere!

Okay, it was her damn house, but still.

“Uh… We’re…”

“Harry wanted to try the pool, so I found him something to wear.”

Grace looked down at my outrageous bathing suit.

“Lord, this is… hum… Hold on, Chris. Did you give him Joachim’s Speedo?”

“I did. There wasn't anything else that would fit him in my own wardrobe. We're not exactly the same size."

He always had to boast about how big he was, didn’t he?

“Who is Joachim?” I asked.

“One of our nephews who lives in Florida. They spent a week here this summer.”

“Wait, is this meant to be worn by kids?!"

Now that explained why the Speedo felt so tight around my waist!

“Come on, Joachim is a teenager. He's fourteen or fifteen now? Besides, it's better than nothing for diving in the pool, right, Gracie?”

She chuckled.

She did not look mad which was a win all in it itself.

“In any case, I don’t think Joachim would mind. He left this behind last time, and by the time he's around again, he'll be too big to wear it.”

Okay, so now they were saying I have the frame of a teenager.

I was not that small; I had abs and all. I was about to turn 22 in a few weeks, and I had a freaking beard!

Well, "beard" might be a strong word, but I did have facial hair!

“Let's go to the pool now. Who cares about clothes anyway? This ain’t a fashion show.” Christian settled.

I nodded.

“All right. Grace, are you sure you don't mind if I use the pool?” I asked politely.

I was such a hypocrite.

“Certainly not. Christian, could you stay with me for a minute?”

“Sure, honey. What is it? Go ahead, Harry. I’ll join you in a minute.”

I nodded apprehensively.

As I walked away, I overheard Grace tell Christian something about me.

Shoot. If she had any suspicions, we were fucked.

And do you want to know the worst part?

In the end, I was mainly bummed that our games would have to stop if Christian thought he could be in serious trouble.

I would miss that so much.

When he joined me in the pool, he was in an excellent mood, though, and that relaxed me immediately.

The crisis was apparently averted.

I also have to admit that it felt nice to be in the water, especially with that heat. Besides, I was in great company.

I just had to be careful not to pop a hard-on because the speedos certainly would not hide or contain it.

Thankfully, Christian behaved.

He acted more foolishly than sexily.

To be fair, we were being watched. Grace came by often, bringing us beers or another towel.

I could not tell if she was being extra nice or if she was suspicious of us.

In any event, I had a great time. For once, everything felt normal.

“Was Grace really okay with me using the pool and us… hm… having fun this afternoon?” I asked Christian when we were alone.

“She's good. You want to know what she told me earlier?”

“Yeah… If it isn’t too personal.”

He burst out laughing.

“It was about you, young man. She told me that she was very glad I organized this pool activity with you. She said she’s relieved that you and I are bonding and getting closer!”

His laughter sent a brick to my stomach.

What the hell was I doing with my life? And why could I not just stop it before it went too far?