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Midnight Swim
Three friends turn a midnight skinny-dip into a hot, sweaty threesome.
he water lapped black and silky against the tile edges of the pool, catching the cold scatter of stars overhead like a mirror cracked open to the sky. Alex floated on his back, naked, the night air kissing the wet planes of his chest and the tight ridges of his abs. At twenty-eight he still carried the swimmer’s build that had won him medals in college—broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist, long powerful legs, the heavy cock between them half-hard already from the simple freedom of being bare under the moon with the man he loved. Every slow kick sent ripples outward; every breath tasted of chlorine and cut grass and the faint musk of his own skin warming in the dark.
Jordan treaded water a few feet away, lean and toned at thirty, all whipcord muscle and sharp hipbones, his dark hair slicked back from a face that looked almost boyish until he smiled that filthy private smile. His cock bobbed free in the water, pale against the black depths, already thickening as he watched Alex. They’d been together six years and still the sight of each other naked hit like a fist to the sternum. Jordan glided closer, water sluicing off his shoulders, and reached out to trail two fingers down the center line of Alex’s chest, circling a nipple until it pebbled hard.
“You’re staring,” Alex murmured, voice low and rough with want. He caught Jordan’s wrist and pulled him in until their bodies brushed, wet skin to wet skin, cocks sliding slick against each other for one electric second before they drifted apart again. The contact sent a jolt straight to Alex’s balls. He could feel the heat of Jordan’s erection even through the cool water, could smell the clean sweat that always gathered at the base of his throat when he got turned on.
Jordan laughed softly, the sound carrying across the empty yard. Their house sat at the end of a long private drive, trees fencing them in on three sides, the nearest neighbor half a mile off. No lights but the pale blue glow of the underwater lamps and the infinite scatter of stars. Perfect for this—midnight skinny-dips that usually ended with them fucking hard against the pool steps or sprawled on the lounge chairs dripping and gasping. Tonight the air itself felt charged, thicker somehow.