Page 38 of Rainbow Rodeo

“Good deal.” He burned, and when his spent cock gave a little jerk, he thumped it. They had to go get wet.

Leading the way, Tank headed out of their room and down toward the pool, which stretched out long, the lights twinkling.

“Oh man. That’s worth looking at, isn’t it?” He did love to get in the water.

“It is. I like the slide too. It’s just such a neat thing.” Tank got it, he could tell.

“Yeah, I can see your ass barreling down it.” In fact he wanted to see that. Maybe tomorrow.

“I also work that diving board.” They crossed the road, heading down the stairs that led to the pool house, the smell of sulfur strong.

They traded tickets for towels and locker keys, and they showered and headed out to the pool. “You know where to go?”

“I do. We’ll start in the regular pool, then go boil in the hot end, before we go back.”

“I’ll follow your lead.”

His words made Tank give him a heated, wanting look. Then they were wading into the pool, the water shocking to begin with, it felt so warm.

It soaked into his bones and he melted. Just went to jelly and floated there, mindless. He felt Tank moving water next to him, and then he heard a happy groan.

“Good, isn’t it? Damn.”

“I might live.” Tank sounded happy.

“Uh-huh.” Shit, he could die a happy man.

“Lord have mercy, this is fine.” Tank hummed, then fell silent. The kids they’d heard early in the day had mostly disappeared, so they could just sorta be.

He floated, letting himself feel the aches, then letting them soak away. His toes bobbed, his head back, the warmth seeping in.

“You needed this, huh? Better than fishing by yourself?”

Dalton nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, this has been a fine day.”

“It has. I’m a happy man.” Tank floated close, their arms bumping.

“Yeah. God yes.”

Tank laughed suddenly, then splashed him before barreling off like a barracuda.

“Huh.” He pondered following, but no. No, he was happy, lazy, and warm. Besides, if he turned his head, he could see Tank flailing along at a hearty pace. The man was no swimmer, but he could propel himself well.

Dalton liked swimming, but usually he wasn’t this warm, wasn’t this well-fucked. Maybe he’d come down in the morning and do some lane swimming, but this time was all about the boneless relaxation.

“Nice night, huh?” Some dude settled next to him.

“Uh-huh. Nice and cool. Good breeze.”

“Yeah. It’s a good-looking night.”

He kept his eyes closed, trying not to make any moves that might read as overture.

“You live here or are you visiting?”

“Just visiting for a few days.”

“Ah. Well, I’m a local. I could show you around. There are some great hippie pools at the river.”

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