Name: Alexander Ambrose<br/>Time: 4:15 p.m.<br/>Location: Main House, Backyard, Pool<br/>Target:  Open<br/><br/>Alex rounded the corner, hearing and seeing the white Mustang pull out of the driveway to his home and speed off away from him and he chuckled to himself.<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#1e90ff">Looks like Jessie got a ride home from campus from another of her friends again.</span></i>He thought to himself as he finished the jog to the driveway and then made his way up to his room.  The day at school had been a long one, as had practice after classes were over.  For some unbeknownst reason, the swim coach decided that the team needed to spend time in the weight room today instead of the pool.  His muscles ached a little bit from pushing himself harder then he normally would, and then the three mile jog home from the school campus.  He quickly made his way upstairs to his room.  The music was already blaring from Jessica's room as he stepped into his.   Closing the door behind him he stripped out of his clothes and flopped down onto his bed, laying underneath the fan letting the circulation of the air cool him off for a few minutes.  The track playing in the background wasn't a bad one, Alex just liked things a bit different from his older sister.  When it ended he felt as if he had been lazy enough and went to his dresser and pulled out a black speedo and pulled it on.<br/><br/>After grabbing a towel and throwing it over his shoulder, he headed downstairs and out the sliding glass door in the family room out to the back yard.  As he passed the basketball court he gave a nod to Justin, half expecting his eldest brother to give hims some kind of a hard time about the speedo that clung tightly to his body.  The bulge in the front of the swimsuit was fairly sizable and there wasn't all that much that Alex could do about it, no matter how he tried to tuck, adjust, or shift his cock and balls.  Not that he was embarrassed or ashamed in any way about things.  He just didn't care for the hard times he would get because of his chosen activities.  Passing the courts at a comfortable walk he made the way to the pool and dove in at the deep end after tossing his towel onto one of the chairs on the patio.   After swimming five laps back and forth across the distance of the pool, he came to the edge and draped his arms over the coping and pulled himself up slightly to glance around and see whom else might be home and outside.