Pitbull

Carlos/Lucy

Lucy's POV

It was those damn shorts, those cheap white shorts the way that they were almost transparent when he got in and out of the pool. It was the way that they hung just low enough to show off his plunging indents of his enduring golden tummy. His delicious bronze body that showed his newly defining six-pack. Just above that was his carved honey toned pecs that were made noticeable and pronounced under the deep auburn nipples that erected to the atmosphere.

They were like two smoky diamonds on a bronze sculpture. I could tell the boy was thick, every time he got out of the pool the clear fabric would stick to every contour and muscle of his tan body. There was a real turn on about the naïve band boy that I think a lot of girls felt but never wanted to risk acting on. Kind of like how I am right now. He was getting my clit wet just by the way he walked.

I couldn't stand it I was getting turned on more and more I had to get him alone. I watched him make some smart-ass remark to James, which he followed with a double bicep flex. I could feel a heavy wave coming when he showed off the pronounced muscles. As if, seeing the sweat beading off his glistening caramel skin and the rippling bulging off his biceps wasn't enough. When I saw the smug expression cross his face I wasn't prepared for his teasing lips to pucker the way they did. He leaned into the outstretched bulge and gave his bicep a tender kiss.

It was like a floodgate had just been opened, my hand ran down my bikini bottoms so fast I caught a buzz. As I took a few deep breaths and got my balance I knew it was time to make a move. If that boy could get me off that good with just a show, I had to see him play pro.

When I stood up on the balcony I caught him behind the pool house turning on the shower. His shorts were clinging tight, and when he reached down to peel the fabric he pulled the waistband out wide, giving me the perfect view. My bird's eye angle let me see down the open suit catching a glimpse of black curls and a wide flaccid base. My curiosity rising to sexual frustration I started to devise a plan.

I got down to the pool house and when I got to the showers he was still washing off the chlorine.

"Hey, Carlos I was hoping to find you." I tried to make myself nonchalant as possible. When I got his attention he looked up "You were?" he asked in his innocent excited expression.

"Yeah, I need your help." I looked at him in a clearly fake helplessness expression clear to anyone else but him. "Can you help me carry a box up to my apartment? There's a pack of fruit smackers in it for you."

The Latino's face lit up immediately, "Sure, I can come right now." He accepted leaning back under the cascading water and raised both arms to tussle his hair. In doing so he let me watch his trunks slide slowly down the length of his hips, revealing the brim of his dark curls between the golden indents. The arousing shorts locked around his hips. As more water fell the more visible his dark amber shaft came into sight. "So could I." I muttered under my breath wanting so hard to soothe the tingling away.

I got him to carry a box of books that I packed up easily. He followed me upstairs with his damp towel hanging off his shoulder. When I got to the door I threw it open and gestured for him to go first. I watched him glide by, his biceps bulging, his teasing shorts riding low on his waist. All the while thinking to myself 'Score'.

I stepped in and closed the door behind me, "where do you want this?" I turned to see Carlos' happy go lucky grin and I pointed to the table.

"Right there's fine, thanks for doing this Carlos." I said as I went to the cabinet to get a pack of fruit snacks.

"You're very much welcome." He leaned in as I handed him the foil pouch, his crooked smile started to warm me up again.

"So you in a hurry?" the question was sent as carelessly as I could manage with the fantasy still running in my head. Carlos just shrugged, "well you wanna hang for a bit?" He looked at the clock quickly "Yeah I can chill."

"Cool." I said with a satisfied tone. "So what were you and James talking about down at the pool earlier?" the Latino smirked and looked out the balcony window.

Carlos bowed his head showing his embarrassment "I was telling James that I would be a better Superhero than he would." He said in a laugh. "We're you watching us?" he asked in a chuckle.

"Let's just say, you caught my attention." I stepped away from the counter "That pose you did and the smug flex was pretty damn sexy." I made a reach for the cheap shorts. "You should wear, these more often." I pulled the elastic out and he cringed back. "Leaves very little to the imagination, I approve."

Carlos' face flushed red and his cute crooked grin widened. "Y-You know w-when I swim in my boxers I'm even sexier." He tried to be flirtatious I could tell he hadn't had much practice with this before.

"Awe you're so cute." He dropped his head and started to blush again. "You're like a sweet little puppy . . . " I closed the space between us then lifted his chin with my hand then tugged on his drawstring bringing him closer.

"What do you say I make you a pit-bull?" I whispered the question in his ear, and then took his ear lobe by my teeth. His deep caramel body was hunched over me and his hands were awkwardly set on my waist. He was in shock and unexplored territory as I sucked and nipped at his neck.

I could feel his dick swelling, tenting his trunks then curve as I pushed my thigh into it. "Do you want too?" I asked breathing heavily in his ear.

"I-I . . . y-yeah." He stammered as I reached down and stroked his golden chest picking up every ridge as I descended.

"You sure?" I took a long stride up his neck with my tongue, then palmed at his aching erection. I felt him nodding feverishly against my shoulder I knew I was given the okay to claim my prize. I looked down at the teasing swimsuit and smiled as I dove my hand inside. The bandboy's manhood was thick and leaking precum profusely that's when the realization dawned on me.

"This is your first time isn't it baby boy?" I asked finding a thrill in the discovery. The wide nervous grin on his face was all the answer I need however, he nodded. "I can tell by how hard you. Its okay just relax and let Lucy take care of you."

Carlos tensed under my touch and as I stroked his impressive length he held his eyes shut tight and gasped for air. I pulled my palm to my lips and caught is attention as I abandoned his thick poll. He looked at me with desperate want and lust as I lubed up my hand with my tongue. "Why are y-yo. . ." I cut him off when I reached down his shorts again and slathered his wide shaft. His jaw dropped and a groaned sigh fell past his lips. "Oh man . . . th-th-that's amazing."

The delight in his reaction encouraged me to get playful I gave his unit a squeeze and a gentle tug. The squeeze made him smile and take a breath and the tug bought me a few masculine grunts. He leaned against the wall as I massaged his willing rod. When I dug deeper and palmed his sack I was surprised at how heavy they were. I gave his enormous jewels a sweet tug and the boy melted in my hand.

"I love how big you are" I whispered still clutching his pearls.

"I-I'mmm S-so hard." He confessed.

"I love that too." Pulling my palm up his shaft and out of his shorts I rested my hands around the brim of the elastic. "Can Little Carlos come out to play?" I asked waiting for permission.

"I think he would really like that." Carlos wrestled with the button fly that kept his trunks closed the nervousness in his voice said that he forgot how to work his shorts. Resting my hands at the drawstring I brought my lips to his neck and began to work the teasing swim trunks open.