I go for a swim in Mr. Smith's pool.

I opened the gate to Mr. Smith's backyard and looked around. The landscaping was beautiful, and a tall fence enclosed the whole space. Mr. Smith's pool was large enough for me to swim laps in, and there was a set of deck chairs next to the pool. I looked around for Mr. Smith, going up to a sliding glass door and squinted to see into his house. It was dark inside and seemed like he wasn't around, so I pulled my speedo out of my school bag and nervously looked around. _Am I really going to get naked at Mr. Smith's house? Can I just go home? _I pondered as I took off my shirt and pants, throwing them casually on a chair. I looked around one more time to make absolutely sure Mr. Smith wasn't around before taking off my white briefs. I slid my black speedo up my hairless legs, stopping to look down at my soft penis neatly tucked away into the black fabric.

Maybe I'm not that small after all? I hoped for a second. But why do I barely have any pubes? The other boys talk about trimming and shaving. You don't need to do any of that! I had a brief moment of despair when I heard to sliding glass door open behind me. I let go of my speedo. SNAP! Ouch! That fucking hurt.

"Hello Adam. Nice day isn't it." I looked up and saw Mr. Smith coming out onto his patio. There wasn't a cloud in the sky and Mr. Smith's dark skin radiated in the lighted.

He was wearing a simple white t-shirt that popped against his black skin. He wasn't super dark, rather his skin was a warm brown. His body was nice and muscular, with his t-shirt showing off his thick arms and well developed chest. He walked up to me smiling, saying "nice day for a swim".

I felt awkward and small next to Mr. Smith, especially since I was just wearing my speedo. He looked me up and down, making me blush.

"So your father talked to me about the swimming team. I think it's great that a skinny white boy like you is trying sports."

Skinny white boy? I thought, looking down at my body for a moment. I had thought swimming was giving me a more developed body, but now I was even more embarrassed to be standing so exposed in front of this big black man.

That's when Mr. Smith noticed the clothes and sunscreen I had casually tossed on a chair.

"Now son, you really should fold those" he said in a soft but authoritative tone.

I didn't do anything at first, but as Mr. Smith silently looked at me I realized he actually wanted me to fold my clothes. "Oh, yeah, sorry" I said sheepishly. I looked down and grabbed my clothes off the chair, folding them quickly.

I picked up the sunscreen next, not wanting my skin to burn in the sun, but I was surprised when Mr. Smith grabbed the bottle. His large, rough hand completely engulfed mine. I got a bit of a charge, like a warm shock, feeling him touch my hand. I looked up into his eyes.

"Turn around" he said in the same soft but authoritative tone as before.

I slowly let go of the sunscreen, giving him control. His hand brushing against mine. I stiffly turned around and placed my back to Mr. Smith.

"It's good you brought some sunscreen. Whites like you are so pale, I'd hate for you to get a sunburn." As he said that I felt a chill from the sunscreen as Mr. Smith's big hands rested on my shoulders. He laughed, "It's ok son. I won't bite." He proceeded to glide his hands up and down my back. I felt my face turn red. Thank god no one is hear to see my middle-aged, black neighbor oil up my back.

Just then, Mr. Smith's hands reached the small of my back. He brushed against the top of my butt, and I jumped a bit in surprise. He laughed again, "I told you I wouldn't bite." He playfully smacked my little butt. SLAP! I didn't like it, but I also didn't say anything.

"Turn around" he said one more time. I turned, coming face to face with Mr. Smith. I noticed how handsome he was. His square jaw, soft eyes, clean shaven face. I got lost in his eyes for a second before he said, "have a good swim Adam." He handed me the sunscreen and walked back into his house. As he walked away, I noticed the muscles in his back. Why can't I be strong like that? I wondered jealously.

...

Later, I was in bed trying to sleep. Thoughts of Mr. Smith kept popping into my head. I was remembering things I hadn't noticed earlier. I remembered the definition in his chest and arms. I remembered how white his teeth were. I remembered a manly scent when he stood close to me. I remembered how strong his grip was around my soft hand.

I eventually drifted off to sleep, replaying my first encounter with Mr. Smith in my head.