Naked Hero - The Journey Away

the conversation. Then it was decided that perhaps a swim was in order to cool down in the building heat. Lewis was already in a pair of Bermudas that would do just fine – Lee however was in need of a costume. He was shown to Lewis’s room where a whole selection was there for the choosing, the determined young Scot beating a retreat before Lee made his pick and stripped to change into them.
    But temptation could never be totally avoided. When Lee appeared a few minutes later, Lewis appreciated just how much he was turning away by keeping the friendship platonic. The glamour shots on Lee’s website of him posing in swimwear were all very well, but they were nothing compared to the impact of seeing him like that in the flesh. He truly had the perfect body – if Michelangelo was still alive then he would surely chose Lee as his muse for David. And he carried it so naturally - not strutting around and posing for effect.
    Lewis wildly grinned when he saw him emerge through the patio doors and walk over to the outdoor shower, the lad thankful that he was already in the pool so that his reaction was fluidly disguised. Lee had selected a pair of light blue trunks which fitted him reasonably well – too well perhaps as if anything they were slightly on the small side, which was more than could be said for what they were struggling to contain. Lewis was sure the mischievous sod had a semi-erection – but then he was in no position to accuse!
    “You old tart, you!” shouted Lewis as Lee walked towards him. “Couldn’t you find anything a bit less revealing?”
    “They’re your trunks, not mine, so don’t call me a tart,” replied Lee as he walked past where Lewis was treading water, keeping his reaction to this sight well out of view. Then once he had passed and had his back to Lewis, knowing full well the lad was still watching him, Lee pulled the trunks down to give a quick flash of his ass then pulled them up as he reached the shower.
    “Now that is what you call tarty!” he laughed facing Lewis, turning on the water which cascaded over his body, wetting the Lycra that covered his modesty making the outline all the clearer to see.
    Unable to resist, Lewis watched, keeping his own modesty well submerged. Temptation raged as blood did its trick, and Lee didn’t help as he rubbed himself down, mischievous hands nudging at the trunks to offer a glimpse of his neatly trimmed pubes. It was as if he was mocking in the friendliest way – sex needn’t change things, and look what you’re missing!
    But in reality it would. Lewis knew that for sure, and he smiled at his friend as he caught his eye. “Come on! You can’t stand there all day playing with yourself - either go inside and toss one off, or get in the pool and behave yourself.”
    And with that he swam off and started doing a few lengths , dragging water from start to finish.
    By the time Jim and Fiona returned, announcing themselves loudly, the lads were lounging on sun-beds by the pool, once again avoiding the subject that had supposedly been put to rest.
    After several minutes Fiona stuck her head round the patio door, and rather relieved to spot them with swimwear on, she called out, “Oh, there you both are. I hope you had a nice afternoon. I’ve had a great time spending your money, Lewis. Do you want to see what I got?”
    “Yeah, I suppose I’d better have a look,” he answered without too much enthusiasm. Then turning to Lee he quietly added, “What about you? Are you coming in to give an opinion? If you are, then I suggest maybe a pair of shorts.”
    “Sure!” answered Lee, mischievously grinning. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d enjoyed himself so much whilst actually keeping his trunks fully on. Life was good, and it was a bitch – cold calculation and animal hunger more at odds with each other than ever before. He followed Lewis into the lounge where Jim and Fiona were waiting, nodded politely to the coach then slipped into Lewis’s room, fully aware of how it must look, and ruing that for once the suspicion had no basis.
    Lewis in the meantime went to the clothing that had been laid out for inspection on the table in the living area. Fiona had taken her task seriously. There was plenty to choose from. Rather half-heartedly, Lewis went through the various garments, trying on for size the ones he liked best. The shoes he ignored - there was no way he would risk a change like that. Those would have to be custom made when