This story is complete fiction. Any similarities between these fictional characters and any living person is purely coincidental. This story features sexual scenes between two men. If that offends you, please do not continue.
Primarily, this story will feature a bunch of hot encounters with Blake and hot studs around his town and college campus. College guys getting it on, and plenty of attention to muscles.
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Chapter 1: The Lifeguard
My name is Blake, and even though I've known I was gay since the seventh grade, I never had even the briefest experience with another guy. Now that I had just moved to Mapleridge to attend my first year at university, I was hoping that the opportunity to fix that would reveal itself.
I had been interested in sports for as long as I could remember – all the way back to Kindergarten, where all the kids competed in a sports day. Even though there were prizes handed out to overall highest scoring kids, no one really took the competition as anything more than just fun exercise. No student went away empty-handed, because everyone who competed got a participatory congratulations ribbon. That didn't stop my dad from making this an Olympic showdown.
He made me run laps around the park, and made me spend an hour shooting baskets. It really took the fun out of playing, but when the actual day came, and I took first overall, I was glad my dad had pushed me so hard. Hearing everyone cheering for me, and having my teacher handed me that gold trophy was what started my love for sports. And when my dad let the reigns go and allowed me to pursue it on my own, it was even more fun.
It wasn't really much at first – just playing basketball with friends on the court during recess, or giving one-hundred-and-ten percent during PE class. Sixth grade was really when I discovered my two passions: soccer and swimming.
Our school didn't have a swim team, but during the summer, in order to keep me out of the house, my parents signed me up for extra swimming classes at the local pool. I was expecting to be in a class with a bunch of other kids who didn't really want to take the class seriously, preferring instead to just splash around. So I was surprised when my dad introduced me to my private instructor, Lucas.
Instantly, I had a hard-on.
Lucas was a walking wet-dream. He had dark blond hair, and some hair under his chin that was neatly trimmed. The rest of his body was completely hairless, and I was able to see most of it because he was clad in nothing but a bright red speedo. He was complete hunk, muscles bulging, from his chest down to his legs. Suddenly, I really wished I was part of a big class, because with Lucas's full attention on me, I was finding it very hard not to hide how much I was blushing.
This wasn't the first time another guy had made me hard. And the more it happened, the more it scared me, because it was starting to seem like less and less like a phase. Azaleawood was a small community, and it was also a very judgmental one. Being gay just wouldn't look good, and here it was all about a look.
It wasn't a matter of the highly religious residents opposing it – though there were a couple that would make it their life mission to drive out any sin from what they perceived to be their perfect little haven – sexuality was viewed in black and white terms here. If you weren't straight, then you were abnormal, and because the general conception was that each person reflected back on the community, one "not normal" person meant there was something wrong with the whole town. My parents would be whispered about behind their back, and there was no way my dad was going to have our family's name dragged through the mud, not when his career was up on the upswing. So I kept these urges in the only place where they could be, to myself.
I didn't dare scour the internet for pictures just in case something happened, and my history was revealed to my parents, so all I allowed myself to do was look at other guys, and from what I gathered, a guy like Lucas was exactly my type.
Hiding a hard-on from Lucas was practically impossible, watching his muscular body soar through the water like he was a dolphin or something. When he came out, dripping wet, I had to dip into the pool quickly so he wouldn't notice my condition. Occasionally, he would smile at me a little longer than usual, like he was trying to read me or something. Looking back, I had probably done a relatively poor job at concealing my arousal.
In order to relieve myself from getting so worked up after our swimming sessions, I went home and jerked off furiously, sometimes jacking off enough to come twice. I felt kinda bad, like I was taking advantage of Lucas or something, using his image and fantasizing about kissing and touching him just so I could get off. But there was no way I would ever get the chance to experience anything like that in real life with a hunk like that, so wasn't it only fair that I could get to do it in my mind?
Sixth grade was also my first real entry into the world of soccer, since I joined the team as a forward. Going to practice and heading off to different schools on game days was a lot of fun, but part of the reason why I enjoyed being on the team so much was because I got to hang out with Cody and Cameron, twin boys in my class.
Cody was the quieter of the two, the one who excelled intellectually, and who could answer any question I had about our classes, which was lucky since we were in four together, and his grades were a lot better than mine. His brother, Cameron, was undoubtedly the more athletic one, and did a great job as goalie. He never hesitated to throw his body across the field, and when he ended up with scrapes or cuts on his bare legs, Cody would be the one to help clean him up. They were both really fun to hang around, and they were also really cute.
They both had light blond hair and green eyes, their legs particularly toned from playing soccer so much. The smattering of light freckles across their cheeks made them even more attractive in my eyes. When they invited me over, and I saw them in various states of undress, I had to hide my erections.
I didn't hadn't thought about it much at first, but the two of them were really close. Without any siblings of my own, I wondered if that was just some brotherly bond that didn't fully make sense to me. But gradually, I started noticing just how physical they were with each other.
One night, I woke up in the middle of the night, and heard some shuffling. We always slept in sleeping bags in the twins' room just because it seemed cooler than the three of us stuffed together on one of their king-sized mattresses. Considering it was dark, I couldn't be positive, but I was definitely sure that they were in the sleeping bag, and the sounds that were filling the room sounded a lot like kissing.
After a few minutes of being frozen and not knowing what to do, I pushed my pillow between my legs, closed my eyes and humped my pillow, imagining that I was sandwiched between them.
I never said anything about that night, and never found out if the twins were fooling around. If they were, I assumed they stopped in seventh grade when Cody got a girlfriend. It surprised both Cameron and I, because we both assumed that Cameron would be the first one to start dating. Still, that didn't stop me from spending my years in junior high fantasizing about the twins making out before turning their attention to me so we could share wet, messy kisses. Sometimes, I even imagined Lucas joining us in four-ways so steamy that I woke up with my briefs covered in cum.
But I was just fantasizing, which was what I did all four years of high school. There was no LGBT club, or support group so I didn't meet any other boys like me. Sure, there were the theater kids and the dancers who were so flamboyant that other kids teased them for being gay, but I didn't have any proof that any of them actually liked guys. Besides, they weren't my type anyway. I was more drawn to the older boys on the swimming and soccer teams, the juniors and seniors with amazing muscular builds that served as year-long jerk-off fodder.
No one was safe from my probing fantasy mind. Taking my sweet time so I wouldn't have to shower with all my swimming teammates at once, letting my eyes rake across their wet naked bodies, I thought up elaborate situations. Whether it was practicing the butterfly stroke, and making out with Juan underwater, or dry-humping Kenny through our regulation white and green speedos in the locker room, my mind was a laboratory ready to concoct a fantasy for each and every one of my teammates.
Even my coach was pretty attractive in his own right. Coach Anderson, who was in his late twenties, was extremely passionate about swimming, a.k.a. he was very loud and could get pretty aggressive when we flubbed technique, but we all knew he did it out of love. We weren't just a group of teenagers put together to be city champs. We were all individuals, and he got to know each one of us, managing to motivate each of us in a way that made sense.
I thought about coming out to him. One morning, I had gotten into a fight with my dad about my grades, and how he expected them to improve. It wasn't like me to argue, but when he was getting so heated, it was easy to get frustrated, so I yelled back. Noticing that I was really off during practice, Coach Anderson took me aside and I told him about the fight. Coach told me that he had done a lot worse during his high school days, and that I had nothing to worry about. If he could put me at ease about this, would he also understand my sexuality?
I came this close, when another boy, Johnny, dove into the pool. The moment was ruined, and I quickly caught myself from possibly making a huge mistake.
Things weren't any easier on the soccer team. The guys were a lot more physical, especially the upperclassmen. One guy in particular, Nick, who was two years older than me, thought of me as his little brother, mussing up my hair and putting his arm around my shoulder. If we were in the same room together, then he was definitely touching me. It was a little embarrassing to be the constant center of his attention, but I would have given anything for him to touch me more intimately.
I wanted to feel those big full lips on my own, and all down my body. And I wanted to reciprocate, to worship his perfect smooth chest with my lips, and go even lower until I was sucking his cock.
Yeah, I was a really horny teenager.
But how could I not be? With no outlet other than masturbation, I was jerking off every day, sometimes more than once if my mind cooked up a particularly hot scene that day. But the more turned on I got by other guys, the more I started to pull away from them. It became increasingly obvious that I just wasn't like the rest of them, and that I wouldn't be able to find someone who I could confide in. By the time I graduated high school, I was ready to go to university in Mapleridge, away from this small town, and away from my parents. I would be free.
The reality of the situation was that I was so free that I didn't know what to do with myself. Money would never be a problem. My mom assured me of that much. But I didn't want to have to run back to my parents every time I needed help. I had to start figuring things out on my own.
I moved into my apartment the summer before my freshman year, which allowed me to enjoy the summer sun and get used to the beachside area before living there for the next four years as a student. On my own, I discovered some good restaurants, supermarkets and shopping malls, making my own personal map so I could find myself around town. I didn't even have a driver's license, but I had a bicycle, which I much preferred anyway since it was good exercise.
One other area that quickly became a regular spot for me was the local pool, which was about a ten minute bike ride from my apartment. It was pretty active, though it wasn't packed to capacity, which surprised me considering summer time was usually when it was hard to even find a spot to dip your feet in the water. The pool was big enough for me to swim a couple laps without bumping into anyone, but what impressed me more than anything was Tanner, the lifeguard on duty.
He must have been just a couple years older than I was, twenty or twenty-one, and a body that signaled an impeccable gym routine. Completely hairless and a gorgeous mane of light brown hair on his head, he looked like he belonged a modern-day version of Baywatch. The white and red speedo he was sporting only further added to that imagine. He never failed to get me worked up. All he had to do was sit in his lifeguard's chair, sunglasses covering his eyes, and whistle hanging around his neck, and I was packing a boner in my own speedo.
Sometimes, I even stayed longer than I intended, just trying to work up the nerve to start a conversation with him. But I always chickened out. How was I ever supposed to meet a guy if I couldn't even say hi?
Luckily, one morning, I was on my way to the supermarket to pick up some groceries, when I passed by the pool. There was no one there, except for Tanner, who was opening up thirty minutes before the pool officially opened. Before I had the chance to fry my brain trying to think of the best way to introduce myself without sounding like a complete loser, he called out to me.
"Hey, you started coming around the pool a couple weeks ago, right? You new in town?"
"Yeah, I moved here for college...I'm Blake..."
"Cool. I'm Tanner. Come on."
I didn't know what he was inviting me to do, but I was more than willing to follow him wherever he went.
We chatted a bit, and I found out that he was going to be a junior at the same school I would be attending. If all the guys were as hot as him, then I was definitely going to love college. Once he started spreading suntan lotion over his body, it was significantly harder not to get tongue-tied, but he kept the conversation going on his end, so I did my best to keep up.
"Want me to do you?"
My face felt like it was going to explode from overheating, the gears in my mind sped up as those words echoed through me. It wasn't until I realized that he was holding the suntan lotion that he hadn't meant the perverted scene I wanted to play out. So I nodded, letting him guide me into a standing position, which I thought was kind of ineffective. But it felt way too good to question when he sent a huge glob of the clear liquid across my chest and started rubbing me.
I was trying hard to control myself, to not whimper and moan like I wanted to, but when Tanner's fingers found my nipples, I couldn't help rolling my hips forward, grinding my very obvious erection against his crotch. And he met my rhythm by grinding right back, our hard dicks covered in our speedos and slick from suntan oil.
By the time be pulled away, I was super turned on, and super frustrated. I was practically going to cream my speedo, and he was going to leave me horny and desperate. But to my extreme relief, he stood behind me and started humping me from behind, grinding his speedo-covered cock against my ass while he sucked on my right ear.
"I saw the way you were looking at me the first day you came into the pool. Knew you wanted my dick. Made me so horny thinking about you sucking my nuts, dude."
Feeling Tanner's hot wet voice against my ear, and his big hands trailing up and down my chest was making me light-headed. And the dirty talk didn't stop. Listening to him tell me how great my blocky pecs were, or how he loved twisting my small pink nipples, and how he wanted to lick every drop of sweat from my abs, was just too much. I was on sensory overload once he grabbed my cock through my speedo. I screamed his name and held onto his bicep for dear life as I came harder than I ever had before, shooting my load of thick hot cum against the front of my speedo.
"Fuck yeah! Cum for me, Blake!"
I slumped back against him, panting for breath, and unsure if what had just had happened was real. This was the kind of thing I had dreamt about all throughout high school, the kind of fantasy I knew had to be condemned to my bed. But here I was, a week after moving to Mapleridge, and I was getting it on with a lifeguard stud. I was speechless.
Tanner was still ready to guide me with that dirty mouth of his, though.
"Come on, touch me Blake. Touch me like I know you want to. Get your hands all over me, man."
He lifted his arms and brought his hands behind his head, exposing his smooth, hairless pits, and any apprehension left wandering in my body vanished. I buried my face in Tanner's armpit, taking in his sweaty scent in slow, long sniffs, before running my tongue along the smooth space.
As I left a trail of sloppy open-mouthed kisses across his hot ripped chest, I felt his muscles tense under my tongue, exciting me more than I already was. Cum was starting to trail down my balls as I sucked on his nipples, rolling my tongue around the dark pink buds and making him arch his back.
"Shit. Keep worshipping my body, stud."
Stud? Me? I guess my body wasn't too shabby, but it was nothing compared to Tanner's. Still, his encouragement had me that much more eager to please, and I continued my descent down his chest. I kissed and sucked on each ab in what was practically an eight-pack, before my face was in front of his speedo.
"Go ahead. Suck me dry, man."
It was like an out of body experience as I tugged Tanner's speedo down his tree-trunk legs, exposing that huge six and a half inch cock that made my mouth water. I had seen other guys' dicks in high school in the showers after practice, but this was the first time I had seen one so closely. Tanner was completely hairless down here too, his big smooth balls hanging under his pulsing cock, the head already slick and shiny with pre-cum. I could even see the veins throbbing along his dick. When he grabbed it by the base and started wagging his cock in front of me, I was nearly hypnotized. I wasted no time in opening my mouth, allowing him to slip his dick inside.
Considering his girth and length, it was pretty difficult at first to keep a steady rhythm without my gag reflex getting the best of me. I was slobbering all over his cock, trying to take it when he lost control and shoved his dick a little deeper into my mouth. From the spasm of my wet throat muscles contracting around his cock, I think he enjoyed that sensation, because he shuddered and moan before he apologized.
But as the minutes passed, I gradually got the hang of it, and kneaded his muscular ass cheeks while I took his dick down to the base. I lavished his balls with my tongue as well, alternating between sucking on each one, before taking both of his nuts into my mouth and sucking on them harshly.
"Oh God...I'm gonna blow my load...shit, stand up, Blake. Show me your ass."
Things were going a lot more quickly than I ever would have anticipated, but I was too far gone to deny my body of what it wanted so badly. Peeling off my cum-soaked speedo, I turned and bent over a beach chair. I reached back and spread my ass cheeks wide so Tanner could get a good look at my tight pink pucker.
I keened when I felt his tongue working its way around the rim of my hole. Sometimes, if no one else was home, I teased my entrance with wet fingers in the bath, or in my bed late at night. But I was so scared of hurting myself that I could just barely push the tip inside before pulling it out, and jerking off while imagining someone else's fingers sliding into me. But this was so much more stimulating, feeling Tanner's tongue flicking against my most sensitive space, before sinking into the tight heat.
When his fingers replaced his tongue, I was already imagining what it would be like to feel his dick pounding my hole. It wasn't the romantic, adorably awkward first time that I might have imagined in high school, but it wasn't like I ever thought I would actually get to fool around with someone enough to reach this point. I had been a little scared that my move to Mapleridge would be my last chance. If I couldn't find someone during my college years, where I was in a somewhat confined space with a bunch of other guys, then I would never get anywhere once I graduated. Who knew that I would be following a hunky lifeguard who I barely knew into the shallow end of the pool and slowly inching my way down his dick a couple months before I started my first year?
It was amazing.
He didn't hesitate in thrusting his big dick up my ass, assaulting my prostate so powerfully that I felt like I was going to melt into him. With my arms wrapped around his neck, I held onto him and made out with him in a kiss so aggressive that it felt like he was trying to suck my tongue off. I rode his dick like my life depended on it, my dick oozing pre-cum when he jabbed at my sweet spot with a particularly hard thrust.
"Fuck yeah! Wanna see you shoot your load on my abs, man." I was deliriously horny, holding onto his broad shoulders while I rode him even faster. "You getting close, Blake? Ready to pop your nuts?"
"Tanner, Tanner," I whined. He wasn't even touching my cock, and I could feel my nuts churning, making droves of cum that squirted through my shaft. The quick rough thrusts to my prostate had my dick hyper sensitive as it pumped out globs of my thick seed all over his abs.
"Shit! I'm gonna cream!"
My eyes widened when I felt his hot cum barrel through my stretched insides. I could feel his dick pulse with every shot, and he unloaded so much that I had to wonder how long it had been since the last time he shot, because by the time I collapsed on top of him, I felt his seed pouring from my hole.
"Fucking hot, dude. Think you can handle round two before I have to open?"
It only dawned on me now that we were in public. But I nodded and bent over the side of the pool, sticking my ass out for Tanner to slide into me from the back. I knew I was going to love it here in Mapleridge.
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