- Elkl,
For me that’s the best story so far, and I’ve read a looooot. I’d Love me a sexy Blake too. Hope you post the next chapters soon, and i hope there is some actual sex this time
Adventures with my Personal Trainer
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Hello Everyone,
Thanks so much for reading and enjoying the story. I can’t say how much it means to me and how surprised I am.
I am about to start a new project at work so I’m going to try and get the next two chapters, chapters 4 & 5, out this weekend before things get hectic. Then after that it will probably just be a chapter a week until things settle down.
Chapter 4: Jock Load, is similar to Chapter 2, in that it’s a little slower, not as slow, and its main purpose is for context and to push the story along in the right direction. Chapter 5: Jock’s Road, will be longer, at least 3 parts, and we will finally be at the Lake where the story will start to unfold.
Once again, I am so grateful to you all for reading and enjoying.
Cheers!
Thanks so much for reading and enjoying the story. I can’t say how much it means to me and how surprised I am.
I am about to start a new project at work so I’m going to try and get the next two chapters, chapters 4 & 5, out this weekend before things get hectic. Then after that it will probably just be a chapter a week until things settle down.
Chapter 4: Jock Load, is similar to Chapter 2, in that it’s a little slower, not as slow, and its main purpose is for context and to push the story along in the right direction. Chapter 5: Jock’s Road, will be longer, at least 3 parts, and we will finally be at the Lake where the story will start to unfold.
Once again, I am so grateful to you all for reading and enjoying.
Cheers!
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I love the slow buildup - it’s like foreplay and sometimes foreplay is more interesting than the actual action
My eyes roll seeing this, as I am a personal trainer myself. However, a smart self made man/person would make this into a screenplay to reinvent porn movies with a great plot line. Looking at other people expression and desire for the story shows real potential to tap into your writing to make better porn script.
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This is great. Really well done. I love all the jock strap descriptions. Super sexy, keep up the great work.
CHAPTER FOUR: Jock Load
Blake had just left the yoga room, and I couldn’t help but watch him go, my eyes glued to his bare ass as it jiggled slightly with each step. The strapless tease of a jock did nothing to hide his muscular cheeks, swaying subtly, almost taunting me with every movement. Once again, I couldn’t shake the feeling he knew exactly what he was doing, leaving me there in a state of raw, desperate arousal.
He mentioned checking his schedule to see if there was anything he needed to move around for our trip, and I prayed there wasn’t. The thought of him not coming with me to the lake was almost unbearable now. I needed him to be there; I needed more of whatever this was turning into. I stayed in the yoga room, my body buzzing with the electric tension between us, feeling like a coiled spring ready to snap.
My cock was so hard it was almost painful, the tip leaking precum in a steady, relentless stream. I could feel it seeping through the tight pouch of my jock, making the fabric cling even more to my swollen shaft. Sure, I had warned him this might happen when we first started working out like this nearly two weeks ago, but I didn’t want to make things weird right before our trip to the lake. I had managed so well up to this point, but then again, who could blame me? Moments ago, Blake’s dick was pressed against my tight sack, throwing cock during the best stretch of my life. My heart pounded in my chest, every beat sending a pulse straight to my dick, making it twitch with need. I glanced toward the door, making sure he was out of sight, and then I bolted, moving as quickly as I could without my throbbing erection giving me away.
I hurried into the locker room, every step a battle to keep my dick from bouncing too visibly in front of me. My bag was right where I left it, and I snatched it up, almost tearing the zipper open as I grabbed my towel and work clothes. There was no time to be careful or neat; I was seconds away from exploding. I rushed toward the showers. The fabric of my jock felt unbearable now, soaked through with precum and sweat, sticking to my skin in a way that made every step a new kind of torture. The smell of my arousal filled my nostrils, mingling with the scent of Blake’s musk still lingering in the air and possibly on me. It was intoxicating, driving me to the brink of insanity.
I shoved open the shower stall door and nearly ripped the jock off in my haste. The elastic bit into my skin as I yanked it down, the waistband snapping back with a sharp sting. My cock sprang free with such force it slapped against my abs, the sound echoing off the tiled walls. It was a loud, wet smack, like a whip cracking in the stillness of the locker room. The jock slipped from my fingers, and as I kicked it off, it slid under the door, skidding across the floor and disappearing somewhere out of sight.
I stumbled back against the cold tile, gasping as the chill shot up my spine. My legs spread wide, and my hand went straight to my shaft, wrapping around it with a grip so tight it was almost painful. My dick throbbed in my hand, leaking precum like it was trying to drain me dry. I needed this. I needed to feel that release, to let go of all the tension that had been building since Blake’s balls were prodding my sack. My balls were drawn up tight against my body, aching with the need to cum, and I couldn’t hold back any longer.
My strokes were frantic, my hand sliding up and down my shaft with a slick, wet sound as the precum coated my fingers. I pumped faster, each stroke sending a jolt of pleasure shooting through me. My hips bucked forward, thrusting into my hand as I chased that release, imagining it was Blake’s hand instead of mine. His touch, his cock pressed and sliding against mine, the heat of his skin—it was all I could think about. I closed my eyes, letting the fantasy take over, my mind filled with images of Blake touching me, stroking me, making me feel this way.
My free hand moved to my balls, squeezing them gently as I stroked faster, the sensation almost too much to handle. They were heavy and full, begging for release, and I tugged on them, feeling the tightness build in my core. My breaths came in ragged gasps, echoing off the shower walls as I fought to keep quiet. But it was a losing battle; the pleasure was too intense, too raw, and I could feel the edge coming, that point of no return where everything would spill over.
“Fuck,” I whispered, the word escaping my lips in a low, desperate moan. My strokes were frantic, my hand moving so fast it was almost a blur. The water from the shower mixed with the precum on my cock, creating a slick, slippery sound that nearly overtook the noise of the water hitting my body and falling to the floor.
And then it hit me. My orgasm crashed over me like a tidal wave, pulling me under in a rush of intense pleasure. My cock pulsed in my hand, thick ropes of cum shooting out, splattering against the shower wall, and mixing with the water at my feet. I groaned, the sound deep and guttural, unable to contain the intensity of the release that left me weak and trembling in the aftermath.
I leaned against the cold tile, my chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath. My body was still buzzing from the intensity of my release, every muscle trembling with the effort it had taken to keep quiet, not to let Blake hear how much he’d gotten to me. I couldn’t help but chuckle at myself, shaking my head as the water continued to pour down on me, slowly washing away the evidence of what had just happened.
I think, at this point, I need to clear a few things up… First, I promise I don’t jerk off in the gym showers after our workouts every time. In fact, this was only the second time it happened. The first was on that initial day when we first worked out in just our jock straps. It was unexpected; that level of exposure and the way it instantly upped the ante between us. Being that close to Blake, almost naked and casual about it—it threw me off balance. I had to take care of it then and there. And now, today, with this new jockstrap teasing me and that unexpected moment during the stretch…well, it was just too much to handle.
I reached for the body wash, squirting a generous amount into my palm before working it into a lather. The soap mixed with the sweat and cum on my skin, creating a slick foam that I spread over my chest and abs, the scent of clean citrus cutting through the musky smell lingering in the air. As I scrubbed away the remnants of my arousal, I could feel my mind starting to settle, the cool water and familiar routine helping to ground me.
Secondly, and probably most importantly, I wasn’t obsessing over Blake, not by a long shot. Was enjoying what we had going on, 100% what gay man wouldn’t? It was fun, a kind of teasing game that kept things interesting, and maybe it was heading somewhere, maybe/probably not. The truth was, I wasn’t exactly sure of his true intentions, and I was trying not to read too much into it. If there was something more to this, I figured it would reveal itself in time. I turned my attention to my arms, running the soapy lather down each one, watching as the water carried the suds down to the floor, swirling them around the drain.
Was I excited for our trip? Sure, who wouldn’t be to head out of town with one of their best friends? Would I love to lick his tight hole up his taint and swallow his cock whole? I mean, fuck, yes! AGAIN… what gay man wouldn’t! But for now, I was riding the wave, enjoying the moments and the thrill of the unknown. I closed my eyes for a moment, letting the water cascade over my face, washing away the last of the soap and the tension that had been coiling inside me.
I turned slightly, letting the water hit my back, feeling the warmth soak into my muscles. I grabbed the shampoo, quickly lathering it into my hair, the familiar scent helping to clear my head. But damn, he had a way of pushing all the right buttons. I liked how we worked out together and how we pushed each other. The tension was there, always simmering beneath the surface, and I couldn’t help but be curious about where it might lead. If it stayed like this, playful and charged, that was fine. If it turned into something more, well, I guess I’d figure it out when the time came.
I rinsed off one last time, the water running clear as it washed away the last traces of my soapy mess. The shower had done its job, cooling me down and giving me a few moments to collect my thoughts. I turned off the water and stood there for a second, letting the droplets trickle down my body. I felt more in control now, ready to face whatever came next.
I started drying off, running the towel over my chest and down my abs, feeling a bit more in control now that I’d gotten that out of my system. I moved to my bag in the private area inside my shower stall, pulled out my work clothes, and was just about to get dressed when I heard Blake enter the locker room. He was whistling, sounding carefree and in high spirits.
“Everything is good for the trip!” he shouted from the lockers, his voice echoing slightly in the otherwise quiet room. “Marisa is going to handle everything while I’m gone here at the gym, so we are all set.”
Marisa was his business partner and step-sister. She was the one who kept everything running smoothly behind the scenes, handling the logistics, finances, and all the other stuff that Blake didn’t have much interest in. He was more of the face of the business—the charismatic trainer and walking advertisement. All he had to do was take off his shirt in public, and people would instantly want to know where he worked out and what his routine was. The gym seemed to thrive on his presence alone, and from what I gathered, it was always busy. Even though I was usually here with him before it opened to the public, he often talked about how packed it got during the day.
“Sweet dude!” I yelled back, pulling on my pants and feeling a little more relaxed now that everything was set for the trip. “What do you say we leave straight from here after our workout tomorrow? Say we try to be on the road by 7 am at the latest? That way, we can avoid the morning rush.”
Blake’s voice came back cheerful and full of excitement. “Sounds perfect! I’ll pack my stuff tonight and be ready to roll right after we finish up in the morning. You want to pick me up in the morning?”
“Yep,” I replied, simply knowing he wouldn’t want to have to leave his car at the guy the whole time we were gone.
“Sweet, I’ll be ready!” He replied as I could hear him moving around, probably getting his own things together, the excited and carefree tone in his voice making it clear he was already mentally checked out and ready for this getaway. It was good to hear him like this; he was so laid back and looking forward to a break. Blake was always going on about how busy he was with the gym, but right now, he seemed more like the carefree guy I knew back in the day, before the business and the responsibilities.
I couldn’t help but feel a surge of excitement myself. The road trip to the lake was shaping up to be precisely what we both needed. A break from the routine, from the gym, and maybe, just maybe, a chance to see where this teasing game between us might lead. But for now, I just focused on getting dressed, a small smile tugging at my lips as I listened to him moving around, whistling away like he didn’t have a care in the world. It was a good feeling, knowing we were both looking forward to this trip, even if we were looking forward to it for different reasons.
The rest of the day dragged on in a way that only happens when you’ve got something exciting waiting for you on the other side. My mind was already halfway to the lake, thinking about the drive, the quiet, and everything else this trip might bring. Normally, I loved my job—the structure, the discipline, the sense of purpose that came with being an officer in the Air Force. It wasn’t just a career choice; it was in my blood. My dad had gone to West Point and served in the Army, and his dad before him had done the same. Military service was a tradition in our family, almost an unspoken expectation that I’d felt from a young age.
But while my dad had taken the Army route, I wanted something a bit different. I was always fascinated with aviation and technology—the precision, the speed, the strategic thinking involved. So, I decided to go to the Air Force Academy for college. It was a way to honor the family legacy while also forging my own path. The Academy was intense, demanding a level of discipline and focus that pushed me to my limits. But it was also exhilarating, challenging me in ways I hadn’t anticipated and giving me the chance to grow as a leader.
After graduating, becoming an officer felt like the natural next step. The Air Force offered that blend of cutting-edge technology and the chance to lead, which was exactly what I was looking for. My work involved a lot of strategic planning and occasionally delved into classified operations—stuff I couldn’t really talk about even if I wanted to. It added an extra layer of complexity to my job, a reminder of the weight of responsibility I carried. Most days, I was fully immersed in my duties, managing the complexities that came with the job. There was something incredibly satisfying about being part of a team that made a difference, contributing to something larger than myself.
But today was different. Today, my mind was drifting to the lake, to Blake, to what the next nine days might have in store. I tried to keep my head in the game, but it was a losing battle. My thoughts kept wandering to the open road, the water, and the idea of just being away from it all for a while.
I couldn’t tell you what was actually going on work-wise that day; it’s a blur now. I must have been in and out of briefings, handling reports, and coordinating with my team—who knows? But I do remember one specific moment because it was so out of the blue. I was going through my emails when my phone buzzed with a text. I glanced at the screen and felt a jolt of surprise.
It was from this guy I had been seeing months before. We had hit it off pretty well initially, and I’d even introduced him to Blake and some of my other friends. They all liked him, and for a while, things seemed to be heading somewhere. Until I brought up the idea of meeting my mom and sister, and then all of a sudden he went on and on about how he’d just gotten out of a long-term relationship that ended on a sour note, blah-blah-blah…. and he wasn’t ready for anything more than just hanging out and occasionally fucking each other’s brains out. I said I was okay with it at the time, and for a while, I was. But slowly, what used to happen a couple of times a week turned into a couple of times a month, and then ultimately, it was just the occasional run-in at a bar or a nod across a crowded room.
I can’t really be mad; he had been upfront about it all it’s just I thought I’d moved on and put it behind me. But seeing his name pop up on my phone right before heading out to the lake threw me off guard. I hadn’t heard from him in about a month, and suddenly, there he was, asking what my plans were for the weekend.
Nic: Hey, been a while. What are you up to this weekend?
It was a simple enough message, but it carried with it the weight of all the unresolved stuff between us. For a moment, I just stared at the screen, wondering why he was reaching out now, of all times. Was he just bored and lonely, or was there something more to it? Part of me wanted to ignore it, not to get sucked back into that mess when I was having so much fun being single. I didn’t really think there was any shot with Blake; he was straight after all. But it did make me wonder—if I were to get involved with someone else, would they consider what Blake and I were doing wrong? Would that be like cheating, lusting after another guy for two hours a day, five days a week? All this stuff went through my head at that moment.
But it was hypothetical, so I wasn’t going to even waste my brain power on it right now. I debated what to say for a little bit and even had a response typed out. But ultimately, I just deleted it and decided that it was something I could deal with after the lake. This was not the time to get tangled up in old feelings, not when I had this trip to look forward to. Blake was already all set, whistling his way through the locker room this morning without a care in the world. I needed to be in that same headspace, ready for whatever came next.
With a sigh, I put my phone down, shaking off the thoughts that threatened to drag me back into the past. Right now, I had a trip to pack for, and my mind was set on the future, not on what might have been. I had a feeling the next nine days were going to be interesting, and I was ready to see what lay ahead.
Later that afternoon, Nate, my best friend from the Academy and, yeah, now my brother-in-law—long story—walked into my office. We both ended up getting stationed near my hometown and during one weekend when we were on leave, he met my sister. Fast forward a few years, and now they’re married with two beautiful kids. It’s weird how life works out sometimes.
He leaned against the doorframe, giving me his usual laid-back grin. “So, when are you heading out?”
“Trying to wrap up a few last things on this project before I go,” I replied, glancing at the plans spread out on my desk. “Don’t want to have this stuff hanging over my head when I’m supposed to be unwinding.”
He chuckled, crossing his arms. “Come on, man, the department can run without you for a few days. Relax.”
I chuckled back, appreciating the joke but still feeling the pull to make sure everything was squared away. “Yeah, yeah, I know,” I said, shaking my head slightly.
Nate stepped into the room, his expression shifting from casual to something more serious. “How are you feeling about this weekend?” he asked, his tone genuine.
I looked up at him, caught off guard by the sudden shift. “Good,” I said, trying to sound upbeat. “I’m excited to be getting away. I’ve needed a break for a while now.”
He gave me a look, one of those knowing looks that said he wasn’t buying the surface-level answer. “You know what I’m talking about,” he said quietly. “It’s your dad’s weekend. Your sister always worries about you going out there all alone this time of year.”
I felt a flicker of annoyance rise up, but I pushed it down. “Nate, come on,” I replied, keeping my tone as even as I could. “I’m fine. And you can tell my sister not to worry this year because I’m not going alone.” I hesitated for a second, then added, “Blake is coming with me.”
Nate’s eyebrows shot up, a mix of surprise and uncertainty crossing his face. “Oh, okay. That’s… good, I guess,” he said slowly. “Does he know why you’re going out there?”
I shrugged, trying to keep it casual. “I mean, he knows I’m going out there to take a break and unwind…”
Nate didn’t let it go. “So you haven’t told him about your dad.”
There was a beat of silence, a tension hanging in the air that I wasn’t sure how to cut through. “No, I haven’t told him,” I admitted, feeling the weight of Nate’s gaze on me. “I don’t think it’s important. It’s not like I’m dating the guy or anything. He’s straight, and we both just want to get out of the city for a bit and get away.”
Nate nodded slowly, but I could see he wasn’t entirely convinced. “Alright,” he said, his voice calm but carrying an undertone of concern. “Just… make sure you’re good out there. I know how you get sometimes, especially around this time of year.”
I nodded, appreciating his concern even if I didn’t want to delve into it. “Yeah, I’ll be fine,” I said, trying to sound more reassuring than I felt. “It’ll be good to have someone out there with me this time.”
END PART ONE
Blake had just left the yoga room, and I couldn’t help but watch him go, my eyes glued to his bare ass as it jiggled slightly with each step. The strapless tease of a jock did nothing to hide his muscular cheeks, swaying subtly, almost taunting me with every movement. Once again, I couldn’t shake the feeling he knew exactly what he was doing, leaving me there in a state of raw, desperate arousal.
He mentioned checking his schedule to see if there was anything he needed to move around for our trip, and I prayed there wasn’t. The thought of him not coming with me to the lake was almost unbearable now. I needed him to be there; I needed more of whatever this was turning into. I stayed in the yoga room, my body buzzing with the electric tension between us, feeling like a coiled spring ready to snap.
My cock was so hard it was almost painful, the tip leaking precum in a steady, relentless stream. I could feel it seeping through the tight pouch of my jock, making the fabric cling even more to my swollen shaft. Sure, I had warned him this might happen when we first started working out like this nearly two weeks ago, but I didn’t want to make things weird right before our trip to the lake. I had managed so well up to this point, but then again, who could blame me? Moments ago, Blake’s dick was pressed against my tight sack, throwing cock during the best stretch of my life. My heart pounded in my chest, every beat sending a pulse straight to my dick, making it twitch with need. I glanced toward the door, making sure he was out of sight, and then I bolted, moving as quickly as I could without my throbbing erection giving me away.
I hurried into the locker room, every step a battle to keep my dick from bouncing too visibly in front of me. My bag was right where I left it, and I snatched it up, almost tearing the zipper open as I grabbed my towel and work clothes. There was no time to be careful or neat; I was seconds away from exploding. I rushed toward the showers. The fabric of my jock felt unbearable now, soaked through with precum and sweat, sticking to my skin in a way that made every step a new kind of torture. The smell of my arousal filled my nostrils, mingling with the scent of Blake’s musk still lingering in the air and possibly on me. It was intoxicating, driving me to the brink of insanity.
I shoved open the shower stall door and nearly ripped the jock off in my haste. The elastic bit into my skin as I yanked it down, the waistband snapping back with a sharp sting. My cock sprang free with such force it slapped against my abs, the sound echoing off the tiled walls. It was a loud, wet smack, like a whip cracking in the stillness of the locker room. The jock slipped from my fingers, and as I kicked it off, it slid under the door, skidding across the floor and disappearing somewhere out of sight.
I stumbled back against the cold tile, gasping as the chill shot up my spine. My legs spread wide, and my hand went straight to my shaft, wrapping around it with a grip so tight it was almost painful. My dick throbbed in my hand, leaking precum like it was trying to drain me dry. I needed this. I needed to feel that release, to let go of all the tension that had been building since Blake’s balls were prodding my sack. My balls were drawn up tight against my body, aching with the need to cum, and I couldn’t hold back any longer.
My strokes were frantic, my hand sliding up and down my shaft with a slick, wet sound as the precum coated my fingers. I pumped faster, each stroke sending a jolt of pleasure shooting through me. My hips bucked forward, thrusting into my hand as I chased that release, imagining it was Blake’s hand instead of mine. His touch, his cock pressed and sliding against mine, the heat of his skin—it was all I could think about. I closed my eyes, letting the fantasy take over, my mind filled with images of Blake touching me, stroking me, making me feel this way.
My free hand moved to my balls, squeezing them gently as I stroked faster, the sensation almost too much to handle. They were heavy and full, begging for release, and I tugged on them, feeling the tightness build in my core. My breaths came in ragged gasps, echoing off the shower walls as I fought to keep quiet. But it was a losing battle; the pleasure was too intense, too raw, and I could feel the edge coming, that point of no return where everything would spill over.
“Fuck,” I whispered, the word escaping my lips in a low, desperate moan. My strokes were frantic, my hand moving so fast it was almost a blur. The water from the shower mixed with the precum on my cock, creating a slick, slippery sound that nearly overtook the noise of the water hitting my body and falling to the floor.
And then it hit me. My orgasm crashed over me like a tidal wave, pulling me under in a rush of intense pleasure. My cock pulsed in my hand, thick ropes of cum shooting out, splattering against the shower wall, and mixing with the water at my feet. I groaned, the sound deep and guttural, unable to contain the intensity of the release that left me weak and trembling in the aftermath.
I leaned against the cold tile, my chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath. My body was still buzzing from the intensity of my release, every muscle trembling with the effort it had taken to keep quiet, not to let Blake hear how much he’d gotten to me. I couldn’t help but chuckle at myself, shaking my head as the water continued to pour down on me, slowly washing away the evidence of what had just happened.
I think, at this point, I need to clear a few things up… First, I promise I don’t jerk off in the gym showers after our workouts every time. In fact, this was only the second time it happened. The first was on that initial day when we first worked out in just our jock straps. It was unexpected; that level of exposure and the way it instantly upped the ante between us. Being that close to Blake, almost naked and casual about it—it threw me off balance. I had to take care of it then and there. And now, today, with this new jockstrap teasing me and that unexpected moment during the stretch…well, it was just too much to handle.
I reached for the body wash, squirting a generous amount into my palm before working it into a lather. The soap mixed with the sweat and cum on my skin, creating a slick foam that I spread over my chest and abs, the scent of clean citrus cutting through the musky smell lingering in the air. As I scrubbed away the remnants of my arousal, I could feel my mind starting to settle, the cool water and familiar routine helping to ground me.
Secondly, and probably most importantly, I wasn’t obsessing over Blake, not by a long shot. Was enjoying what we had going on, 100% what gay man wouldn’t? It was fun, a kind of teasing game that kept things interesting, and maybe it was heading somewhere, maybe/probably not. The truth was, I wasn’t exactly sure of his true intentions, and I was trying not to read too much into it. If there was something more to this, I figured it would reveal itself in time. I turned my attention to my arms, running the soapy lather down each one, watching as the water carried the suds down to the floor, swirling them around the drain.
Was I excited for our trip? Sure, who wouldn’t be to head out of town with one of their best friends? Would I love to lick his tight hole up his taint and swallow his cock whole? I mean, fuck, yes! AGAIN… what gay man wouldn’t! But for now, I was riding the wave, enjoying the moments and the thrill of the unknown. I closed my eyes for a moment, letting the water cascade over my face, washing away the last of the soap and the tension that had been coiling inside me.
I turned slightly, letting the water hit my back, feeling the warmth soak into my muscles. I grabbed the shampoo, quickly lathering it into my hair, the familiar scent helping to clear my head. But damn, he had a way of pushing all the right buttons. I liked how we worked out together and how we pushed each other. The tension was there, always simmering beneath the surface, and I couldn’t help but be curious about where it might lead. If it stayed like this, playful and charged, that was fine. If it turned into something more, well, I guess I’d figure it out when the time came.
I rinsed off one last time, the water running clear as it washed away the last traces of my soapy mess. The shower had done its job, cooling me down and giving me a few moments to collect my thoughts. I turned off the water and stood there for a second, letting the droplets trickle down my body. I felt more in control now, ready to face whatever came next.
I started drying off, running the towel over my chest and down my abs, feeling a bit more in control now that I’d gotten that out of my system. I moved to my bag in the private area inside my shower stall, pulled out my work clothes, and was just about to get dressed when I heard Blake enter the locker room. He was whistling, sounding carefree and in high spirits.
“Everything is good for the trip!” he shouted from the lockers, his voice echoing slightly in the otherwise quiet room. “Marisa is going to handle everything while I’m gone here at the gym, so we are all set.”
Marisa was his business partner and step-sister. She was the one who kept everything running smoothly behind the scenes, handling the logistics, finances, and all the other stuff that Blake didn’t have much interest in. He was more of the face of the business—the charismatic trainer and walking advertisement. All he had to do was take off his shirt in public, and people would instantly want to know where he worked out and what his routine was. The gym seemed to thrive on his presence alone, and from what I gathered, it was always busy. Even though I was usually here with him before it opened to the public, he often talked about how packed it got during the day.
“Sweet dude!” I yelled back, pulling on my pants and feeling a little more relaxed now that everything was set for the trip. “What do you say we leave straight from here after our workout tomorrow? Say we try to be on the road by 7 am at the latest? That way, we can avoid the morning rush.”
Blake’s voice came back cheerful and full of excitement. “Sounds perfect! I’ll pack my stuff tonight and be ready to roll right after we finish up in the morning. You want to pick me up in the morning?”
“Yep,” I replied, simply knowing he wouldn’t want to have to leave his car at the guy the whole time we were gone.
“Sweet, I’ll be ready!” He replied as I could hear him moving around, probably getting his own things together, the excited and carefree tone in his voice making it clear he was already mentally checked out and ready for this getaway. It was good to hear him like this; he was so laid back and looking forward to a break. Blake was always going on about how busy he was with the gym, but right now, he seemed more like the carefree guy I knew back in the day, before the business and the responsibilities.
I couldn’t help but feel a surge of excitement myself. The road trip to the lake was shaping up to be precisely what we both needed. A break from the routine, from the gym, and maybe, just maybe, a chance to see where this teasing game between us might lead. But for now, I just focused on getting dressed, a small smile tugging at my lips as I listened to him moving around, whistling away like he didn’t have a care in the world. It was a good feeling, knowing we were both looking forward to this trip, even if we were looking forward to it for different reasons.
The rest of the day dragged on in a way that only happens when you’ve got something exciting waiting for you on the other side. My mind was already halfway to the lake, thinking about the drive, the quiet, and everything else this trip might bring. Normally, I loved my job—the structure, the discipline, the sense of purpose that came with being an officer in the Air Force. It wasn’t just a career choice; it was in my blood. My dad had gone to West Point and served in the Army, and his dad before him had done the same. Military service was a tradition in our family, almost an unspoken expectation that I’d felt from a young age.
But while my dad had taken the Army route, I wanted something a bit different. I was always fascinated with aviation and technology—the precision, the speed, the strategic thinking involved. So, I decided to go to the Air Force Academy for college. It was a way to honor the family legacy while also forging my own path. The Academy was intense, demanding a level of discipline and focus that pushed me to my limits. But it was also exhilarating, challenging me in ways I hadn’t anticipated and giving me the chance to grow as a leader.
After graduating, becoming an officer felt like the natural next step. The Air Force offered that blend of cutting-edge technology and the chance to lead, which was exactly what I was looking for. My work involved a lot of strategic planning and occasionally delved into classified operations—stuff I couldn’t really talk about even if I wanted to. It added an extra layer of complexity to my job, a reminder of the weight of responsibility I carried. Most days, I was fully immersed in my duties, managing the complexities that came with the job. There was something incredibly satisfying about being part of a team that made a difference, contributing to something larger than myself.
But today was different. Today, my mind was drifting to the lake, to Blake, to what the next nine days might have in store. I tried to keep my head in the game, but it was a losing battle. My thoughts kept wandering to the open road, the water, and the idea of just being away from it all for a while.
I couldn’t tell you what was actually going on work-wise that day; it’s a blur now. I must have been in and out of briefings, handling reports, and coordinating with my team—who knows? But I do remember one specific moment because it was so out of the blue. I was going through my emails when my phone buzzed with a text. I glanced at the screen and felt a jolt of surprise.
It was from this guy I had been seeing months before. We had hit it off pretty well initially, and I’d even introduced him to Blake and some of my other friends. They all liked him, and for a while, things seemed to be heading somewhere. Until I brought up the idea of meeting my mom and sister, and then all of a sudden he went on and on about how he’d just gotten out of a long-term relationship that ended on a sour note, blah-blah-blah…. and he wasn’t ready for anything more than just hanging out and occasionally fucking each other’s brains out. I said I was okay with it at the time, and for a while, I was. But slowly, what used to happen a couple of times a week turned into a couple of times a month, and then ultimately, it was just the occasional run-in at a bar or a nod across a crowded room.
I can’t really be mad; he had been upfront about it all it’s just I thought I’d moved on and put it behind me. But seeing his name pop up on my phone right before heading out to the lake threw me off guard. I hadn’t heard from him in about a month, and suddenly, there he was, asking what my plans were for the weekend.
Nic: Hey, been a while. What are you up to this weekend?
It was a simple enough message, but it carried with it the weight of all the unresolved stuff between us. For a moment, I just stared at the screen, wondering why he was reaching out now, of all times. Was he just bored and lonely, or was there something more to it? Part of me wanted to ignore it, not to get sucked back into that mess when I was having so much fun being single. I didn’t really think there was any shot with Blake; he was straight after all. But it did make me wonder—if I were to get involved with someone else, would they consider what Blake and I were doing wrong? Would that be like cheating, lusting after another guy for two hours a day, five days a week? All this stuff went through my head at that moment.
But it was hypothetical, so I wasn’t going to even waste my brain power on it right now. I debated what to say for a little bit and even had a response typed out. But ultimately, I just deleted it and decided that it was something I could deal with after the lake. This was not the time to get tangled up in old feelings, not when I had this trip to look forward to. Blake was already all set, whistling his way through the locker room this morning without a care in the world. I needed to be in that same headspace, ready for whatever came next.
With a sigh, I put my phone down, shaking off the thoughts that threatened to drag me back into the past. Right now, I had a trip to pack for, and my mind was set on the future, not on what might have been. I had a feeling the next nine days were going to be interesting, and I was ready to see what lay ahead.
Later that afternoon, Nate, my best friend from the Academy and, yeah, now my brother-in-law—long story—walked into my office. We both ended up getting stationed near my hometown and during one weekend when we were on leave, he met my sister. Fast forward a few years, and now they’re married with two beautiful kids. It’s weird how life works out sometimes.
He leaned against the doorframe, giving me his usual laid-back grin. “So, when are you heading out?”
“Trying to wrap up a few last things on this project before I go,” I replied, glancing at the plans spread out on my desk. “Don’t want to have this stuff hanging over my head when I’m supposed to be unwinding.”
He chuckled, crossing his arms. “Come on, man, the department can run without you for a few days. Relax.”
I chuckled back, appreciating the joke but still feeling the pull to make sure everything was squared away. “Yeah, yeah, I know,” I said, shaking my head slightly.
Nate stepped into the room, his expression shifting from casual to something more serious. “How are you feeling about this weekend?” he asked, his tone genuine.
I looked up at him, caught off guard by the sudden shift. “Good,” I said, trying to sound upbeat. “I’m excited to be getting away. I’ve needed a break for a while now.”
He gave me a look, one of those knowing looks that said he wasn’t buying the surface-level answer. “You know what I’m talking about,” he said quietly. “It’s your dad’s weekend. Your sister always worries about you going out there all alone this time of year.”
I felt a flicker of annoyance rise up, but I pushed it down. “Nate, come on,” I replied, keeping my tone as even as I could. “I’m fine. And you can tell my sister not to worry this year because I’m not going alone.” I hesitated for a second, then added, “Blake is coming with me.”
Nate’s eyebrows shot up, a mix of surprise and uncertainty crossing his face. “Oh, okay. That’s… good, I guess,” he said slowly. “Does he know why you’re going out there?”
I shrugged, trying to keep it casual. “I mean, he knows I’m going out there to take a break and unwind…”
Nate didn’t let it go. “So you haven’t told him about your dad.”
There was a beat of silence, a tension hanging in the air that I wasn’t sure how to cut through. “No, I haven’t told him,” I admitted, feeling the weight of Nate’s gaze on me. “I don’t think it’s important. It’s not like I’m dating the guy or anything. He’s straight, and we both just want to get out of the city for a bit and get away.”
Nate nodded slowly, but I could see he wasn’t entirely convinced. “Alright,” he said, his voice calm but carrying an undertone of concern. “Just… make sure you’re good out there. I know how you get sometimes, especially around this time of year.”
I nodded, appreciating his concern even if I didn’t want to delve into it. “Yeah, I’ll be fine,” I said, trying to sound more reassuring than I felt. “It’ll be good to have someone out there with me this time.”
END PART ONE
CHAPTER FOUR CONTINUED…
He gave me a small, understanding smile, pushing off from the desk. “Okay, man,” he said, patting my shoulder as he headed for the door. “Just take care of yourself. And hey, try to actually relax for once.”
I smirked, giving him a mock salute. “Yes, sir.”
As Nate walked out, I let out a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding. I knew he meant well, that my sister meant well, but I hated the feeling of being watched, of people worrying about me. This trip was supposed to be about getting away, clearing my head, not diving into emotional landmines.
I told Blake that I had talked to my mom, and she said the lake house was free for the next two weeks, which was true-ish. The reality was that the lake house was always free this time of year because I made it a point to go up there every year around this time. It was the anniversary of my dad’s death, and the lake house had been his favorite place on earth. I typically went up there alone for a week or two to feel close to him, to honor his memory in my own way.
My dad had died in the line of duty, and a lot of the details surrounding how he died were classified. I have a pretty high clearance myself, but I can’t even access the full details. It’s a strange feeling not knowing how your own father died, only that it was during a mission so secret even his family couldn’t be told the whole story. That lack of closure weighed on me more than I liked to admit. The lake was the one place where I could sit with those thoughts, where I could feel like I was connecting with him, even if just for a moment.
Bringing Blake along this time was different. I hadn’t exactly planned on it and hadn’t really thought it through when the words came tumbling out of my mouth. But in my defense, my judgment wasn’t exactly clear right then. I mean, he was stretching my hamstring, and his cock was pressed against mine through that barely-there jock strap. My mind was a fog of arousal and confusion, and I could barely think straight, let alone weigh the consequences of inviting him along to my family’s lake house.
Just thinking about it now made me shift uncomfortably in my chair, feeling that familiar stirring in my shorts. The way he had looked at me, so damn clueless about the effect he was having on me, how close I had been to losing it right there in the yoga room… My dick twitched at the memory, a rush of heat flooding through me. I had to focus, to pull myself back to the present before I ended up with another hard-on at work.
But it was a good thing, shaking up my usual routine. Or maybe it was just a chance to be around someone who didn’t know, who wouldn’t ask questions I didn’t want to answer. Either way, I was excited it was happening, and I was going to have to see how it played out. My heart was in the right place—or at least, I hoped it was. And if not, well, maybe this trip would help me figure it out.
I was really pumped about the trip, and for the most part, that excitement drowned out any of the lingering thoughts about my dad or Nic’s random text. They were there, sure, hanging out in the back of my mind like background noise, but they weren’t huge deals right now. This trip was going to be a good one, and I wasn’t about to let anything bring down the anticipation of nine days at the lake, especially with Blake along for the ride.
As I was leaving work, I called my mom like I did most days. It was part of my routine, and yeah, I’d never deny being a bit of a mama’s boy. But today, there was a specific reason for the call. I needed to check if there was anything I should handle at the lake while I was there or if there was anything she needed me to bring down. The lake house was rented out most of the year, and things had a habit of “disappearing” or getting mysteriously broken, so there was usually something to fix up.
The best thing about the setup was that the property had both the main house and a guesthouse. Renters stayed in the guesthouse, while the main house was for family and really close friends only. It made it easy to leave personal stuff there without worrying it would go missing. Not to mention, the main house had that special, familiar feeling, the one that always made me feel at home the second I walked through the door.
“Hey, honey!” My mom’s voice was bright and warm when she answered. “How’s everything going?”
“Hey, Mom,” I replied, smiling as I switched lanes. “Everything’s good. Just finished up work, heading out to the lake tomorrow with Blake.”
“Oh, that’s great! You boys are going to have a wonderful time. The weather should be perfect.”
I could hear the excitement in her voice, and it made me even more eager to get on the road. She knew how much the lake meant to me, especially around this time of year, even if she didn’t share the same love for it that Dad and I did. Still, she always understood why I went.
“Yeah, I can’t wait,” I said, navigating my way onto the highway. “Just wanted to check in and see if there’s anything I need to bring or take care of while I’m out there. Anything the renters have mentioned?”
There was a brief pause as she sifted through some papers. “Let me see… Well, the property manager said the dock could use a little TLC—nothing major, just a few loose boards. And I think you’ll want to grab the life jackets from the attic if you’re planning on taking the boat out. Other than that, everything seems to be in order.”
“Sounds easy enough. I’ll take care of it,” I replied, making a mental note to fix the dock and grab the life jackets. No biggie.
“Oh, and honey,” she added, her voice softening just a little, “it’s really nice that Blake is going with you. I think it’s great you’ll have some company out there this time.”
I grinned, nodding even though she couldn’t see me. “Yeah, it’ll be fun.”
We chatted a bit longer, the usual stuff. She filled me in on how the kids were doing—my niece and nephew were keeping my sister on her toes, and Nate, being the great dad he was, was always stepping up to help out. The way she talked about it made me realize just how much things had shifted over the years. Nate had settled into the role of a dad so naturally, and it made me smile thinking about him with the kids, juggling family life like a pro.
After we hung up, I felt lighter and even more excited about the trip. Sure, I had a couple of things to take care of at the lake, but they were easy fixes. The important part was the break—getting away, hitting the water, relaxing by the fire at night. The rest? I’d handle it when I got there.
By the time I pulled into the driveway, my conversation with my mom had faded into the background, and all I could think about was the lake. The excitement had started to take over, and everything else—thoughts of my dad, Nic’s random text—were just distant flickers in the back of my mind.
As I got out of the car, I realized there wasn’t really much I needed to pack. Most of what I’d need was already at the lake—swimsuits, shirts, flip-flops, even some basic toiletries. That was one of the perks of having a place that felt like home, especially on a secluded island. But I did toss in some workout clothes because I knew Blake would probably want to stay on top of his routine, even while we were out there.
Then again, a smirk crept across my face as I wondered what Blake would consider “workout clothes” on this trip. We’d gotten used to working out in just our jocks, and out at the lake, it wasn’t like there’d be any reason to stop. Our island was completely secluded—975 acres of untouched land surrounded by water. It was the perfect getaway spot, accessible only by boat. The island had been in my family for generations, passed down from my great-grandfather, who’d built the original log cabin there. That old cabin still stood, now restored and turned into the boathouse down by the dock.
It wasn’t like we were rolling in money or anything. The property had just always been part of the family, and while my parents had upgraded it over the years, it still had that sense of history and untouched beauty about it. The main house was modern, with glass walls offering panoramic views of the lake, the mountains, and the sunsets. It had five bedrooms spread over two floors, a pool just off the living room, and an outdoor kitchen perfect for late-night grilling sessions. The guest house wasn’t too shabby either, just a bit more old-school and less updated with its three bedrooms and cozy vibe.
Between the main house, the guest house, the boathouse, and the workshop where we kept the four-wheelers and all the gear for the jet skis, the rest of the island was untouched land. Trails wound through the woods, perfect for hiking or exploring on ATVs. It was the kind of place where you could genuinely disconnect and get lost in nature—no nosy neighbors, no prying eyes.
I tossed my workout gear into the bag and chuckled to myself, thinking about how we’d probably end up working out in just our jocks like we did every morning at the gym. Hell, the lake house was even more private than the gym. Out there, it would just be the two of us, no distractions, no one else around. The thought made my heart race a little, wondering how things might play out over the next nine days. Maybe we’d stick to our usual routine, or maybe things would take a turn. Either way, I was ready for it.
I was considering whether I should bring a couple of Speedos. It felt a little weird at first. I mean, it’s not like Blake and I have a habit of wearing too much when we’re together. But I liked them, and hey, they offered more coverage than our usual workout outfits. It wasn’t totally out of the question. Speedos were functional and comfortable, and maybe Blake wouldn’t think it was too odd. In the worst-case scenario, it could still pass as practical swimwear.
Then, another thought crossed my mind. I laughed at myself, wondering why I was overthinking it. You have probably noticed by this point that I overthink everything. It’s not my best quality, constantly having debates back and forth in my head, but I’ve learned to adapt. Sorry, back to the story… If we were okay working out in just jockstraps every day, a Speedo was hardly scandalous. Besides, who knows? Maybe Blake would like the change. Either way, I tossed a couple of them into the mental packing list, just in case.
That night, after packing some stuff and getting food set aside, I was lying in bed, and I couldn’t shake the thought of what had gone down at the gym earlier. My brain kept replaying the moment Blake’s cock had pressed against mine during that stretch. It was like a damn reel stuck on a loop in my head. I knew I had to handle things because, let’s face it, if things got as heated as they had this morning, I was going to be in trouble.
I didn’t want a repeat of the “emergency nut” situation that happened in the locker room. Not at the lake, where there’d be no private showers to hide in. So, I figured the best way to prevent that was to take care of myself before heading out. You know, clear the pipes a few times, just in case. I set a goal in my head: jerk off as many times as I could that night to delay any further emergencies.
The first one came fast—too fast. As soon as I started thinking about Blake again, my cock was rock hard, throbbing against my stomach as I stroked myself. The memory of him adjusting his jockstrap, the way the fabric hugged his cock and balls, filled my mind, and I couldn’t hold back. I groaned quietly, pumping my cock with one hand, feeling the tension build. A few more strokes and I was cumming hard, thick ropes of cum shooting across my chest. My breath came in ragged gasps as the release hit me, and I just lay there, feeling the pressure ease off for the moment.
I thought maybe that’d be enough, but I knew better. Not even five minutes later, my cock was half-hard again, twitching as my thoughts drifted back to Blake’s body. His bare ass jiggling as he left the yoga room, that fucking strapless jock teasing me, his dick pressing against mine during that deep stretch. It wasn’t enough, and I needed more.
Round two was slower and more deliberate. I rolled over onto my stomach, letting the friction from the sheets do the work for me. I started grinding into the bed, my cock sliding against the fabric, and my hips began moving in rhythm. My mind filled with images of Blake pulling off his jock, his bare cock swinging free as he walked toward me. The pressure built up quickly again, and I reached down, gripping my shaft with both hands this time, stroking it hard and fast. My heart raced as I imagined Blake leaning over me, teasing me, pushing me to the edge. My whole body shuddered as I came for the second time, my cum soaking into the sheets beneath me.
I lay there for a moment, feeling the aftershocks roll through me, but I knew I wasn’t done yet. I needed one last round to make sure I was drained and ready for the lake.
I dragged myself out of bed and headed straight to the shower, letting the hot water wash away the mess on my skin. As the water streamed over me, I could feel the tension building again. My cock twitched at the thought of Blake, my imagination running wild as I leaned back against the shower wall, closing my eyes.
I started stroking myself again, slowly, this time letting the warm water ease me into it. My hand moved up and down my slick shaft, and I couldn’t stop thinking about how fucking close I’d come to losing it in front of him earlier. The fantasy shifted, and I pictured myself in the same yoga room, but this time, Blake wasn’t just teasing me—he was on top of me, his cock rubbing against mine, his breath hot against my skin.
As my strokes picked up, I reached down with my other hand, letting my fingers trail lower until they brushed against my hole. The sensation sent a jolt of pleasure up my spine, and I pressed harder, massaging the rim, teasing myself. My cock pulsed in my hand, precum mixing with the water, making every stroke feel slick and effortless.
I didn’t hold back. My finger slid inside me, and I let out a quiet moan as I started working it in deeper, searching for that spot. I massaged my prostate, and the wave of pleasure that washed over me was almost too much to handle. My strokes became more frantic, my hips bucking forward as I fucked my hand, the pressure building fast.
My finger hit the right spot, and my body tensed as a deep, almost overwhelming pleasure coursed through me. I could feel my orgasm building, and I worked my cock and prostate at the same time, my breath coming in short, desperate gasps. The sensation was electric, every nerve ending firing as I got closer and closer to the edge.
And then, with a loud, guttural moan, I came harder than I had all night. My cock pulsed in my hand, and thick ropes of cum shot out, splattering against the shower wall and mixing with the water. My entire body trembled, and I had to brace myself against the wall to keep from collapsing as the intensity of the orgasm hit me.
I stayed there for a while, leaning against the cool tile, letting the water rinse away the evidence of my release. My chest heaved, my breath coming in slow, ragged bursts, but I felt completely drained. This time, I knew I was done. There’d be no more “emergencies” tonight, not after that.
Three times that night, plus the “emergency nut” from earlier at the gym, made four in total. It was nowhere near my personal record for a 24-hour period, but I was still confident it would do the job of delaying another urgent situation.
I finally turned off the water, feeling relaxed, satisfied, and ready for whatever tomorrow had in store. Blake and I had the lake ahead of us, and I had a feeling the real fun hadn’t even started yet.
He gave me a small, understanding smile, pushing off from the desk. “Okay, man,” he said, patting my shoulder as he headed for the door. “Just take care of yourself. And hey, try to actually relax for once.”
I smirked, giving him a mock salute. “Yes, sir.”
As Nate walked out, I let out a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding. I knew he meant well, that my sister meant well, but I hated the feeling of being watched, of people worrying about me. This trip was supposed to be about getting away, clearing my head, not diving into emotional landmines.
I told Blake that I had talked to my mom, and she said the lake house was free for the next two weeks, which was true-ish. The reality was that the lake house was always free this time of year because I made it a point to go up there every year around this time. It was the anniversary of my dad’s death, and the lake house had been his favorite place on earth. I typically went up there alone for a week or two to feel close to him, to honor his memory in my own way.
My dad had died in the line of duty, and a lot of the details surrounding how he died were classified. I have a pretty high clearance myself, but I can’t even access the full details. It’s a strange feeling not knowing how your own father died, only that it was during a mission so secret even his family couldn’t be told the whole story. That lack of closure weighed on me more than I liked to admit. The lake was the one place where I could sit with those thoughts, where I could feel like I was connecting with him, even if just for a moment.
Bringing Blake along this time was different. I hadn’t exactly planned on it and hadn’t really thought it through when the words came tumbling out of my mouth. But in my defense, my judgment wasn’t exactly clear right then. I mean, he was stretching my hamstring, and his cock was pressed against mine through that barely-there jock strap. My mind was a fog of arousal and confusion, and I could barely think straight, let alone weigh the consequences of inviting him along to my family’s lake house.
Just thinking about it now made me shift uncomfortably in my chair, feeling that familiar stirring in my shorts. The way he had looked at me, so damn clueless about the effect he was having on me, how close I had been to losing it right there in the yoga room… My dick twitched at the memory, a rush of heat flooding through me. I had to focus, to pull myself back to the present before I ended up with another hard-on at work.
But it was a good thing, shaking up my usual routine. Or maybe it was just a chance to be around someone who didn’t know, who wouldn’t ask questions I didn’t want to answer. Either way, I was excited it was happening, and I was going to have to see how it played out. My heart was in the right place—or at least, I hoped it was. And if not, well, maybe this trip would help me figure it out.
I was really pumped about the trip, and for the most part, that excitement drowned out any of the lingering thoughts about my dad or Nic’s random text. They were there, sure, hanging out in the back of my mind like background noise, but they weren’t huge deals right now. This trip was going to be a good one, and I wasn’t about to let anything bring down the anticipation of nine days at the lake, especially with Blake along for the ride.
As I was leaving work, I called my mom like I did most days. It was part of my routine, and yeah, I’d never deny being a bit of a mama’s boy. But today, there was a specific reason for the call. I needed to check if there was anything I should handle at the lake while I was there or if there was anything she needed me to bring down. The lake house was rented out most of the year, and things had a habit of “disappearing” or getting mysteriously broken, so there was usually something to fix up.
The best thing about the setup was that the property had both the main house and a guesthouse. Renters stayed in the guesthouse, while the main house was for family and really close friends only. It made it easy to leave personal stuff there without worrying it would go missing. Not to mention, the main house had that special, familiar feeling, the one that always made me feel at home the second I walked through the door.
“Hey, honey!” My mom’s voice was bright and warm when she answered. “How’s everything going?”
“Hey, Mom,” I replied, smiling as I switched lanes. “Everything’s good. Just finished up work, heading out to the lake tomorrow with Blake.”
“Oh, that’s great! You boys are going to have a wonderful time. The weather should be perfect.”
I could hear the excitement in her voice, and it made me even more eager to get on the road. She knew how much the lake meant to me, especially around this time of year, even if she didn’t share the same love for it that Dad and I did. Still, she always understood why I went.
“Yeah, I can’t wait,” I said, navigating my way onto the highway. “Just wanted to check in and see if there’s anything I need to bring or take care of while I’m out there. Anything the renters have mentioned?”
There was a brief pause as she sifted through some papers. “Let me see… Well, the property manager said the dock could use a little TLC—nothing major, just a few loose boards. And I think you’ll want to grab the life jackets from the attic if you’re planning on taking the boat out. Other than that, everything seems to be in order.”
“Sounds easy enough. I’ll take care of it,” I replied, making a mental note to fix the dock and grab the life jackets. No biggie.
“Oh, and honey,” she added, her voice softening just a little, “it’s really nice that Blake is going with you. I think it’s great you’ll have some company out there this time.”
I grinned, nodding even though she couldn’t see me. “Yeah, it’ll be fun.”
We chatted a bit longer, the usual stuff. She filled me in on how the kids were doing—my niece and nephew were keeping my sister on her toes, and Nate, being the great dad he was, was always stepping up to help out. The way she talked about it made me realize just how much things had shifted over the years. Nate had settled into the role of a dad so naturally, and it made me smile thinking about him with the kids, juggling family life like a pro.
After we hung up, I felt lighter and even more excited about the trip. Sure, I had a couple of things to take care of at the lake, but they were easy fixes. The important part was the break—getting away, hitting the water, relaxing by the fire at night. The rest? I’d handle it when I got there.
By the time I pulled into the driveway, my conversation with my mom had faded into the background, and all I could think about was the lake. The excitement had started to take over, and everything else—thoughts of my dad, Nic’s random text—were just distant flickers in the back of my mind.
As I got out of the car, I realized there wasn’t really much I needed to pack. Most of what I’d need was already at the lake—swimsuits, shirts, flip-flops, even some basic toiletries. That was one of the perks of having a place that felt like home, especially on a secluded island. But I did toss in some workout clothes because I knew Blake would probably want to stay on top of his routine, even while we were out there.
Then again, a smirk crept across my face as I wondered what Blake would consider “workout clothes” on this trip. We’d gotten used to working out in just our jocks, and out at the lake, it wasn’t like there’d be any reason to stop. Our island was completely secluded—975 acres of untouched land surrounded by water. It was the perfect getaway spot, accessible only by boat. The island had been in my family for generations, passed down from my great-grandfather, who’d built the original log cabin there. That old cabin still stood, now restored and turned into the boathouse down by the dock.
It wasn’t like we were rolling in money or anything. The property had just always been part of the family, and while my parents had upgraded it over the years, it still had that sense of history and untouched beauty about it. The main house was modern, with glass walls offering panoramic views of the lake, the mountains, and the sunsets. It had five bedrooms spread over two floors, a pool just off the living room, and an outdoor kitchen perfect for late-night grilling sessions. The guest house wasn’t too shabby either, just a bit more old-school and less updated with its three bedrooms and cozy vibe.
Between the main house, the guest house, the boathouse, and the workshop where we kept the four-wheelers and all the gear for the jet skis, the rest of the island was untouched land. Trails wound through the woods, perfect for hiking or exploring on ATVs. It was the kind of place where you could genuinely disconnect and get lost in nature—no nosy neighbors, no prying eyes.
I tossed my workout gear into the bag and chuckled to myself, thinking about how we’d probably end up working out in just our jocks like we did every morning at the gym. Hell, the lake house was even more private than the gym. Out there, it would just be the two of us, no distractions, no one else around. The thought made my heart race a little, wondering how things might play out over the next nine days. Maybe we’d stick to our usual routine, or maybe things would take a turn. Either way, I was ready for it.
I was considering whether I should bring a couple of Speedos. It felt a little weird at first. I mean, it’s not like Blake and I have a habit of wearing too much when we’re together. But I liked them, and hey, they offered more coverage than our usual workout outfits. It wasn’t totally out of the question. Speedos were functional and comfortable, and maybe Blake wouldn’t think it was too odd. In the worst-case scenario, it could still pass as practical swimwear.
Then, another thought crossed my mind. I laughed at myself, wondering why I was overthinking it. You have probably noticed by this point that I overthink everything. It’s not my best quality, constantly having debates back and forth in my head, but I’ve learned to adapt. Sorry, back to the story… If we were okay working out in just jockstraps every day, a Speedo was hardly scandalous. Besides, who knows? Maybe Blake would like the change. Either way, I tossed a couple of them into the mental packing list, just in case.
That night, after packing some stuff and getting food set aside, I was lying in bed, and I couldn’t shake the thought of what had gone down at the gym earlier. My brain kept replaying the moment Blake’s cock had pressed against mine during that stretch. It was like a damn reel stuck on a loop in my head. I knew I had to handle things because, let’s face it, if things got as heated as they had this morning, I was going to be in trouble.
I didn’t want a repeat of the “emergency nut” situation that happened in the locker room. Not at the lake, where there’d be no private showers to hide in. So, I figured the best way to prevent that was to take care of myself before heading out. You know, clear the pipes a few times, just in case. I set a goal in my head: jerk off as many times as I could that night to delay any further emergencies.
The first one came fast—too fast. As soon as I started thinking about Blake again, my cock was rock hard, throbbing against my stomach as I stroked myself. The memory of him adjusting his jockstrap, the way the fabric hugged his cock and balls, filled my mind, and I couldn’t hold back. I groaned quietly, pumping my cock with one hand, feeling the tension build. A few more strokes and I was cumming hard, thick ropes of cum shooting across my chest. My breath came in ragged gasps as the release hit me, and I just lay there, feeling the pressure ease off for the moment.
I thought maybe that’d be enough, but I knew better. Not even five minutes later, my cock was half-hard again, twitching as my thoughts drifted back to Blake’s body. His bare ass jiggling as he left the yoga room, that fucking strapless jock teasing me, his dick pressing against mine during that deep stretch. It wasn’t enough, and I needed more.
Round two was slower and more deliberate. I rolled over onto my stomach, letting the friction from the sheets do the work for me. I started grinding into the bed, my cock sliding against the fabric, and my hips began moving in rhythm. My mind filled with images of Blake pulling off his jock, his bare cock swinging free as he walked toward me. The pressure built up quickly again, and I reached down, gripping my shaft with both hands this time, stroking it hard and fast. My heart raced as I imagined Blake leaning over me, teasing me, pushing me to the edge. My whole body shuddered as I came for the second time, my cum soaking into the sheets beneath me.
I lay there for a moment, feeling the aftershocks roll through me, but I knew I wasn’t done yet. I needed one last round to make sure I was drained and ready for the lake.
I dragged myself out of bed and headed straight to the shower, letting the hot water wash away the mess on my skin. As the water streamed over me, I could feel the tension building again. My cock twitched at the thought of Blake, my imagination running wild as I leaned back against the shower wall, closing my eyes.
I started stroking myself again, slowly, this time letting the warm water ease me into it. My hand moved up and down my slick shaft, and I couldn’t stop thinking about how fucking close I’d come to losing it in front of him earlier. The fantasy shifted, and I pictured myself in the same yoga room, but this time, Blake wasn’t just teasing me—he was on top of me, his cock rubbing against mine, his breath hot against my skin.
As my strokes picked up, I reached down with my other hand, letting my fingers trail lower until they brushed against my hole. The sensation sent a jolt of pleasure up my spine, and I pressed harder, massaging the rim, teasing myself. My cock pulsed in my hand, precum mixing with the water, making every stroke feel slick and effortless.
I didn’t hold back. My finger slid inside me, and I let out a quiet moan as I started working it in deeper, searching for that spot. I massaged my prostate, and the wave of pleasure that washed over me was almost too much to handle. My strokes became more frantic, my hips bucking forward as I fucked my hand, the pressure building fast.
My finger hit the right spot, and my body tensed as a deep, almost overwhelming pleasure coursed through me. I could feel my orgasm building, and I worked my cock and prostate at the same time, my breath coming in short, desperate gasps. The sensation was electric, every nerve ending firing as I got closer and closer to the edge.
And then, with a loud, guttural moan, I came harder than I had all night. My cock pulsed in my hand, and thick ropes of cum shot out, splattering against the shower wall and mixing with the water. My entire body trembled, and I had to brace myself against the wall to keep from collapsing as the intensity of the orgasm hit me.
I stayed there for a while, leaning against the cool tile, letting the water rinse away the evidence of my release. My chest heaved, my breath coming in slow, ragged bursts, but I felt completely drained. This time, I knew I was done. There’d be no more “emergencies” tonight, not after that.
Three times that night, plus the “emergency nut” from earlier at the gym, made four in total. It was nowhere near my personal record for a 24-hour period, but I was still confident it would do the job of delaying another urgent situation.
I finally turned off the water, feeling relaxed, satisfied, and ready for whatever tomorrow had in store. Blake and I had the lake ahead of us, and I had a feeling the real fun hadn’t even started yet.
END CHAPTER FOUR: Jock Load
- Elkl,
I was wating eagrly for this chapter, and i looove it , keep’em comming
Chapter 5: Jock’s Road
There’s something about the quiet before dawn that always feels heavier. The world is still asleep, the sky dark, and the only sound is the low hum of my thoughts. I laid there for a moment, staring at the ceiling, mentally going over everything I needed to grab before heading out—the gym clothes, snacks for the road, cooler, and gear for the lake. My mind ticked through the list, trying to make sure I didn’t forget anything important.
And then, of course, my attention drifted down to the full-on boner I was sporting. I remember thinking, Well, busting a nut four fucking times yesterday did nothing. It lay there against my abs, the head just staining up at me like a puppy wanting attention. I just shook my head and decided to ignore it. Let it do its thing while I got ready—nothing I hadn’t dealt with before.
This morning was a little different than my usual routine. I had to get more stuff ready for the trip, including packing my gym clothes and tossing a couple of jocks into the duffle. I even decided to throw in a few speedos, figuring what the heck. If I use them, I use them. If not, oh well. It felt good being prepared either way, even if I was dragging my cock along for the ride while I packed.
I sighed and finally threw off the covers, letting the cool air hit my skin as I stood up. Naked and half-asleep, I wandered around the house, my dick still rock-hard, leading the way like a blind man feeling his way around an unfamiliar room. It bumped into everything—cabinets, counters, you name it—as I moved through the house. I grabbed a coffee mug, my cock brushing up against the edge of the countertop, the cold stone sending a shiver up my spine.
As I packed up food and drinks, it was more of the same—my cock constantly in the way, knocking into things, rubbing against the cooler as I loaded it up. Every step was a reminder that it wasn’t going away anytime soon.
By the time I’d finally finished and headed outside to load the truck, the cool morning air did its job. The cold nipped at my skin, and gradually, my cock started to deflate, softening little by little as I hauled the bags and cooler into the back of the truck.
I stood there for a second after closing the tailgate, feeling the cool air and glancing down at the now-softening bulge in my shorts. It was about time my body decided to cooperate. But with Blake joining me on this trip, I couldn’t help but wonder if this was going to be my regular morning routine. Waking up rock-hard with him around was likely going to be… a challenge.
I laughed under my breath and climbed into the truck. This trip was supposed to be about relaxing, but with Blake around, things were bound to get interesting.
The drive to Blake’s place was smooth—no surprise, given that it was barely 4:30 in the morning and the roads were empty. I’d offered to pick him up to save him the hassle of leaving his car parked at the gym for the whole weekend, and with no traffic, I got to his house faster than I expected.
I slowed as I approached his place, reaching for my phone to shoot him a text and let him know I was outside, but before I could even hit send, the front door swung open. There he was, already walking out, gym bag in hand, looking more energized than I was at this hour.
Blake grinned as soon as he saw the truck, and without wasting any time, he tossed his small bag in the back and hopped into the passenger seat, his excitement palpable. “Morning!” he said, that unmistakable Louisiana drawl slipping through. He was practically buzzing with energy, which was a little annoying considering how early it was.
“Morning,” I replied, glancing over at him as I pulled away from the curb. His enthusiasm was infectious, though, and despite my groggy state, I found myself smiling back. “You’re pumped already, huh?”
“Hell yeah, man! I’ve been wanting to do something like this for forever. Out of the city, no clients, just some time to chill and out in nature. I’m all in,” Blake said, flashing that easy grin of his. He leaned back in the seat, stretching his arms over his head, his shirt riding up just enough to show a sliver of his abs. I had to focus on the road as we headed toward the gym, but out of the corner of my eye, I caught the faint outline of his pecs and the way his chest moved with each deep breath.
I couldn’t help but laugh. “Well, don’t get too excited yet. We still gotta get through this workout.”
Blake groaned dramatically but kept grinning. “Cardio and core, right? Should be a piece of cake. Besides, working out before we head out is the best way to kick things off.”
I nodded, knowing that once we hit the gym, it would be all business—well, as much business as you could call it when we’d be working out in just our jocks again. The thought crossed my mind, and I felt that familiar tension creeping in. Yesterday, when we’d worked out in just our jockstraps, it had been… the most distracting, to say the least. Hopefully, today, I could maintain more control over my more than persistent cock.
We pulled up to the gym not long after, and the parking lot was empty, as it always was this early. Blake hopped out first, grabbing his bag from the back as I turned off the truck. I followed him inside, already mentally prepping myself for the workout to come.
We headed straight into the locker room, just like we always did before an early workout. The familiar scent of clean towels and the faint hint of gym equipment filled the air as we dropped our bags by the benches. I unzipped mine and pulled out the jock I’d picked for today—a dark blue one with a thin white-and-blue waistband. The pouch was a bit tighter than I remembered, and as I slipped it on, I realized why.
Shit, I thought, adjusting myself in the mirror. I hadn’t worn this one to work out in yet. It was super low-rise, barely covering half my pubes. The waistband sat way lower than most of my others, and the pouch? Well, let’s say there was zero room for error. I could feel it snugly cradling my cock, and the tightness left no room for even the hint of a chub.
I should probably start designating which jocks are gym-approved and which aren’t, I thought, trying to adjust the waistband so it didn’t dig into my hips. This one definitely fell into the “not-so-good” category. There was no way this would hide anything if I so much as looked at Blake the wrong way.
And speaking of Blake…
He was already wearing his jockstrap under his sweatpants, so all he had to do was pull them off. He kicked them to the side, revealing his strapless white jock with its sleek, small pouch, which looked even tighter than the ones he’d worn before. The white fabric clung to him, his cock and balls resting low in the pouch, and I couldn’t help but notice how precarious it looked—like everything could slip free with just one wrong move. Blake took off his shirt, tossing it onto the bench before sitting down to put on his socks and gym shoes, all while I was trying my hardest not to stare.
This is going to be hard… I thought to myself, shaking my head.
I had already decided I wasn’t going to look at Blake at all during the workout to minimize the risk of things getting out of hand down below. But who was I kidding? How do you think that went?
We walked out of the locker room, and Blake flashed me that easy grin of his. “Ready?” he asked, clearly not concerned with how distracting his jockstrap situation was. “Same as usual, right?”
“Yeah, same as usual,” I muttered, trying to prepare myself mentally. Cardio and core, just like last time. And just like last time, I knew keeping my eyes off him was going to be a challenge.
We started on the stationary bikes to warm up. I focused on my reflection in the mirror, trying not to stare at Blake’s bulge as it bounced with each pump of his legs. The pouch of his jock stretched and shifted with every movement, and even though I was trying not to, my eyes kept drifting toward him.
Don’t look. Don’t look, I told myself, gripping the handles of the bike tighter. But the way the white fabric cupped his cock and balls, the outline of everything right there in front of me… it was impossible not to notice. His dick swayed slightly with every pedal stroke, and I had to force myself to keep my eyes straight ahead.
Next up was jump rope. We took our places facing the mirrors, and again, I knew this was going to be a challenge. Blake’s junk bounced up and down like a basketball with every jump, the pouch lifting and falling with the motion. As it jerked down, it tugged the waistband just enough to reveal a little more of his pubes, and when it went up, his taint was visible for a brief second, the pouch clinging tightly to his balls to stay in place. It was a constant, hypnotic rhythm—up, down, up, down—and the more I tried to ignore it, the more I found myself drawn to the sight.
I kept my gaze locked on my own reflection, trying to focus on the rhythm of my jumps, but the temptation was too strong. With each bounce, I saw more of him, and my resolve to keep things under control was rapidly fading.
After the jump rope, we moved on to the circuits—crunches, leg lifts, alternating leg v-ups, and bicycle crunches. Each exercise gave me new views of Blake’s body, and with every movement, I got a different angle on him.
During the crunches, the strapless jock he was wearing presented its own challenges. Without straps to hold it in place, the pouch started to slide with his movements. Each time he crunched forward, the fabric shifted lower, revealing more of his taint, and each time he laid back, it slipped back up, just barely holding on to his balls. I could tell that with every rep, his cock and balls were inching closer to slipping out entirely, the pouch fighting a losing battle against gravity and motion.
With each leg lift, his bulge pressed forward, but from where I was positioned, it wasn’t his cock and balls that caught my attention. His strapless jock left his entire backside completely bare, and I had a full, unobstructed view of it. His glutes were firm and perfectly rounded, and every time he raised his legs, his hamstrings tightened, creating a perfect definition along the back of his thighs. The muscles flexed with each movement, showcasing his raw strength and athleticism.
But the real distraction was lower down, where things got more interesting. Each time Blake lowered his legs, his back arched in just the right way, giving me a full view of his taint—smooth, tight, and leading straight up to his hole. As his legs came down, the angle shifted, and that view became something I couldn’t ignore. His glutes relaxed, his skin stretching slightly, offering teasing glimpses of his tight, puckered hole with every rep.
When his legs were up, everything tightened, his lower back rounding and flexing as his ass clenched, making me work harder to catch a glimpse. But the real show began when his legs started to lower—his body opening up just enough to reveal more, the shadows making the whole thing feel like an intimate secret only I was in on. The way his hole flexed with each movement, tightening as he lifted and softening as he dropped, was downright hypnotic, syncing perfectly with the slow, deliberate rhythm of his workout.
It was like a tease; each leg drop gave me a little more to see, his taint and hole coming into view just long enough to leave me wanting more. It was impossible not to stare, not to appreciate every subtle flex and shift of his body. I could feel my pulse quickening, heat creeping up my neck as I watched him, trying to keep things cool while my mind raced.
As we went through the circuits again and again, the room seemed to grow hotter, sweat pouring down both of us. My own jock was soaked, the tight pouch clinging to my skin, making it even more uncomfortable to keep things under control. I could feel my dick thickening inside the fabric, and I had to adjust myself a few times to avoid a full-on erection. The dark blue of my jock was starting to darken even more, with sweat clinging to every inch of my skin.
By the time we got to the last set of bicycle crunches, I was ready to call it. The tension between us was palpable, and every movement Blake made only heightened it. His jock was soaked through, the white fabric clinging to his body but still opaque enough to hide the details of what was beneath. I couldn’t see his cock or balls directly, but I could see how the pouch fought to hold everything in place as we pushed through the final reps, each shift and stretch of the fabric giving me just enough to keep me on edge.
We moved on to the two-mile run on the treadmill, side by side, as always. Blake started running with his usual energy, his white pouch bouncing with every step. I kept stealing glances, half-expecting the strapless jock to give up and send everything flying finally. But, somehow, the damn thing kept holding on, no matter how much his bulge flopped up and down with each stride. It was mesmerizing, but I had to force myself to look away and focus on my breathing.
Blake, on the other hand, was utterly unfazed. As we ran, he started peppering me with questions about the lake. “So, how long is the drive?” His gaze never left the TV on the wall above the mirrors in front of us
“About eight hours,” I replied, grateful for the distraction. Anything to stop me from staring at his jock, which seemed to be hanging on for dear life.
“Damn, eight hours? Guess we’ll need to stock up on snacks,” he said with a grin. “What’s the sleeping situation? Do we each get a bed or what? We roughing it in tents, sitting in the woods or what”?
“There are a couple of guest rooms. You’ll have your own room and bathroom for sure,” I answered, laughing and glad for an excuse to keep my mind slightly off what eyes were glued to. “We can camp on the beach if that’s something you want to do, but it’s not necessary,” I added.
“I’m down for whatever. What about fishing? Can we fish at the lake?”
“Yeah, absolutely. There’s a dock, and I’ve got some gear packed. You into fishing?”
“Hell yeah!” he said, still running strong, his pouch bouncing up and down with the motion. “And what about watersports? Can we wakeboard, tube, jet ski—stuff like that?”
I nodded, trying to keep my focus on the treadmill screen instead of the rhythmic movement of his bulge. “We can do all of that. There’s a boat, and I’ve got some boards and skis stashed at the cabin.”
Blake’s grin widened. “This trip is going to be awesome, man. Are we grilling at night? What’s the food situation?”
I chuckled. “Yeah, we’ll grill. I packed some stuff already, and we can stop by a store on the way if we need anything else.”
He kept firing off questions, covering everything from the best spots to swim to whether we could camp out on the beach at night. And honestly, I was thankful for the conversation—it gave me something to focus on other than the way his pouch seemed like it was one good bounce away from coming undone. But no matter how much I thought it would fly off, it just kept holding on, barely, but enough to keep him covered.
I answered every question he threw at me, grateful for the distraction, even though the tension between us never fully went away. His enthusiasm for the trip was contagious, though, and by the time we finished the run, I was just as pumped as he was—though probably for different reasons.
We finished the run, and it was the last thing on our workout list for the day. Blake immediately grabbed a towel from the rack and started toweling off his face and chest, which were now dripping with sweat. His muscles glistened under the gym lights, and for a second, I caught myself thinking I wished I could lick the sweat off every part of his body. It was a ridiculous thought, but damn if it didn’t cross my mind more than once.
I glanced down at myself, thankful that my jock was drenched primarily in sweat and not precum. The tight pouch clung to my skin, but the sweat helped keep things under control. I could feel the fabric sticking to every curve, but at least I wasn’t dealing with a full-on tent in the middle of the gym. Small victories.
We headed into the locker room, bags in hand, ready to hit the showers. The conversation continued, flowing effortlessly between us as Blake was still buzzing with excitement about the trip. I couldn’t help but watch the way the towel slid across his skin as we walked, catching the droplets of sweat that seemed to cling to every inch of his body.
As we grabbed our stuff to head toward the showers, Blake tossed his bag on the bench and asked, “I wasn’t really sure what to pack. Do I need to bring anything specific?”
I raised an eyebrow, curious. “What did you pack?”
“All I brought were jocks, sandals, running shoes, swim trunks, and a couple of shirts. I didn’t need anything nice, did I?” He asked, his voice casual, but I couldn’t help noticing the grin on his face.
I laughed and shook my head. “Nah, man. You’re good. We don’t need anything nicer than that.”
But as I turned toward the showers, I smiled to myself, a little amused at the idea. He brought jocks, which meant we’d probably be sticking to our new “uniform” when we worked out. The thought made me grin even more. It looked like the lake wouldn’t just be a place to relax—it was going to be more of the same, just the two of us working out in almost nothing. I couldn’t say I was disappointed.
We headed to the shower area, and it was a relief to finally peel off the soaked jock and step under the warm spray, letting the water wash away the tension from the workout. For the record, this was like most mornings after the workouts… I didn’t need to jerk off. I know it might seem like it, given everything that was going on, but this time? I was fine. My dick wasn’t screaming for attention. Sure, it was hanging at half-mast, which was pretty standard, but I didn’t need to handle it right then and there.
Maybe it was the leftover morning wood, or perhaps the workout just kept my body hovering at that halfway point, but the fact is, like most mornings, I didn’t have to jerk off this time. It’s only been those two times I have already mentioned. That felt important to clarify.
Blake, of course, was in the stall next to me, still going on about the trip, which probably helped keep me distracted. His voice carried over the sound of the water as he fired off more questions about the lake.
“So, what’s the first thing we’re doing when we get there? Hitting the water?” he asked, his voice a little muffled by the water but still clear enough.
“Definitely. It’s gonna be perfect weather for it. We should get there around 330 or 4, which will give us a good two hours out on the water before dark,” I said, letting the hot water roll down my back. “You into wakeboarding or tubing?”
“Both,” Blake replied with a laugh. “But I think tubing sounds like a good way to kick things off. We grilling tonight, too?”
“Yeah, we’re grilling. We will probably grill most nights,” I said, running my hands through my hair as the water poured down. “I’ve got plenty of stuff packed for it,” I added as my hands ran over my chest and down my abs, landing on my dick. Shit! I thought, and I immediately stopped, mentally sending my hands a cease-and-desist order.
The water kept running as we chatted, the conversation shifting to the trip’s details—where to swim, what kind of food to bring, even the possibility of a late-night bonfire by the lake. Blake was practically buzzing with excitement, and I could feel that same anticipation building inside me.
End Part one
There’s something about the quiet before dawn that always feels heavier. The world is still asleep, the sky dark, and the only sound is the low hum of my thoughts. I laid there for a moment, staring at the ceiling, mentally going over everything I needed to grab before heading out—the gym clothes, snacks for the road, cooler, and gear for the lake. My mind ticked through the list, trying to make sure I didn’t forget anything important.
And then, of course, my attention drifted down to the full-on boner I was sporting. I remember thinking, Well, busting a nut four fucking times yesterday did nothing. It lay there against my abs, the head just staining up at me like a puppy wanting attention. I just shook my head and decided to ignore it. Let it do its thing while I got ready—nothing I hadn’t dealt with before.
This morning was a little different than my usual routine. I had to get more stuff ready for the trip, including packing my gym clothes and tossing a couple of jocks into the duffle. I even decided to throw in a few speedos, figuring what the heck. If I use them, I use them. If not, oh well. It felt good being prepared either way, even if I was dragging my cock along for the ride while I packed.
I sighed and finally threw off the covers, letting the cool air hit my skin as I stood up. Naked and half-asleep, I wandered around the house, my dick still rock-hard, leading the way like a blind man feeling his way around an unfamiliar room. It bumped into everything—cabinets, counters, you name it—as I moved through the house. I grabbed a coffee mug, my cock brushing up against the edge of the countertop, the cold stone sending a shiver up my spine.
As I packed up food and drinks, it was more of the same—my cock constantly in the way, knocking into things, rubbing against the cooler as I loaded it up. Every step was a reminder that it wasn’t going away anytime soon.
By the time I’d finally finished and headed outside to load the truck, the cool morning air did its job. The cold nipped at my skin, and gradually, my cock started to deflate, softening little by little as I hauled the bags and cooler into the back of the truck.
I stood there for a second after closing the tailgate, feeling the cool air and glancing down at the now-softening bulge in my shorts. It was about time my body decided to cooperate. But with Blake joining me on this trip, I couldn’t help but wonder if this was going to be my regular morning routine. Waking up rock-hard with him around was likely going to be… a challenge.
I laughed under my breath and climbed into the truck. This trip was supposed to be about relaxing, but with Blake around, things were bound to get interesting.
The drive to Blake’s place was smooth—no surprise, given that it was barely 4:30 in the morning and the roads were empty. I’d offered to pick him up to save him the hassle of leaving his car parked at the gym for the whole weekend, and with no traffic, I got to his house faster than I expected.
I slowed as I approached his place, reaching for my phone to shoot him a text and let him know I was outside, but before I could even hit send, the front door swung open. There he was, already walking out, gym bag in hand, looking more energized than I was at this hour.
Blake grinned as soon as he saw the truck, and without wasting any time, he tossed his small bag in the back and hopped into the passenger seat, his excitement palpable. “Morning!” he said, that unmistakable Louisiana drawl slipping through. He was practically buzzing with energy, which was a little annoying considering how early it was.
“Morning,” I replied, glancing over at him as I pulled away from the curb. His enthusiasm was infectious, though, and despite my groggy state, I found myself smiling back. “You’re pumped already, huh?”
“Hell yeah, man! I’ve been wanting to do something like this for forever. Out of the city, no clients, just some time to chill and out in nature. I’m all in,” Blake said, flashing that easy grin of his. He leaned back in the seat, stretching his arms over his head, his shirt riding up just enough to show a sliver of his abs. I had to focus on the road as we headed toward the gym, but out of the corner of my eye, I caught the faint outline of his pecs and the way his chest moved with each deep breath.
I couldn’t help but laugh. “Well, don’t get too excited yet. We still gotta get through this workout.”
Blake groaned dramatically but kept grinning. “Cardio and core, right? Should be a piece of cake. Besides, working out before we head out is the best way to kick things off.”
I nodded, knowing that once we hit the gym, it would be all business—well, as much business as you could call it when we’d be working out in just our jocks again. The thought crossed my mind, and I felt that familiar tension creeping in. Yesterday, when we’d worked out in just our jockstraps, it had been… the most distracting, to say the least. Hopefully, today, I could maintain more control over my more than persistent cock.
We pulled up to the gym not long after, and the parking lot was empty, as it always was this early. Blake hopped out first, grabbing his bag from the back as I turned off the truck. I followed him inside, already mentally prepping myself for the workout to come.
We headed straight into the locker room, just like we always did before an early workout. The familiar scent of clean towels and the faint hint of gym equipment filled the air as we dropped our bags by the benches. I unzipped mine and pulled out the jock I’d picked for today—a dark blue one with a thin white-and-blue waistband. The pouch was a bit tighter than I remembered, and as I slipped it on, I realized why.
Shit, I thought, adjusting myself in the mirror. I hadn’t worn this one to work out in yet. It was super low-rise, barely covering half my pubes. The waistband sat way lower than most of my others, and the pouch? Well, let’s say there was zero room for error. I could feel it snugly cradling my cock, and the tightness left no room for even the hint of a chub.
I should probably start designating which jocks are gym-approved and which aren’t, I thought, trying to adjust the waistband so it didn’t dig into my hips. This one definitely fell into the “not-so-good” category. There was no way this would hide anything if I so much as looked at Blake the wrong way.
And speaking of Blake…
He was already wearing his jockstrap under his sweatpants, so all he had to do was pull them off. He kicked them to the side, revealing his strapless white jock with its sleek, small pouch, which looked even tighter than the ones he’d worn before. The white fabric clung to him, his cock and balls resting low in the pouch, and I couldn’t help but notice how precarious it looked—like everything could slip free with just one wrong move. Blake took off his shirt, tossing it onto the bench before sitting down to put on his socks and gym shoes, all while I was trying my hardest not to stare.
This is going to be hard… I thought to myself, shaking my head.
I had already decided I wasn’t going to look at Blake at all during the workout to minimize the risk of things getting out of hand down below. But who was I kidding? How do you think that went?
We walked out of the locker room, and Blake flashed me that easy grin of his. “Ready?” he asked, clearly not concerned with how distracting his jockstrap situation was. “Same as usual, right?”
“Yeah, same as usual,” I muttered, trying to prepare myself mentally. Cardio and core, just like last time. And just like last time, I knew keeping my eyes off him was going to be a challenge.
We started on the stationary bikes to warm up. I focused on my reflection in the mirror, trying not to stare at Blake’s bulge as it bounced with each pump of his legs. The pouch of his jock stretched and shifted with every movement, and even though I was trying not to, my eyes kept drifting toward him.
Don’t look. Don’t look, I told myself, gripping the handles of the bike tighter. But the way the white fabric cupped his cock and balls, the outline of everything right there in front of me… it was impossible not to notice. His dick swayed slightly with every pedal stroke, and I had to force myself to keep my eyes straight ahead.
Next up was jump rope. We took our places facing the mirrors, and again, I knew this was going to be a challenge. Blake’s junk bounced up and down like a basketball with every jump, the pouch lifting and falling with the motion. As it jerked down, it tugged the waistband just enough to reveal a little more of his pubes, and when it went up, his taint was visible for a brief second, the pouch clinging tightly to his balls to stay in place. It was a constant, hypnotic rhythm—up, down, up, down—and the more I tried to ignore it, the more I found myself drawn to the sight.
I kept my gaze locked on my own reflection, trying to focus on the rhythm of my jumps, but the temptation was too strong. With each bounce, I saw more of him, and my resolve to keep things under control was rapidly fading.
After the jump rope, we moved on to the circuits—crunches, leg lifts, alternating leg v-ups, and bicycle crunches. Each exercise gave me new views of Blake’s body, and with every movement, I got a different angle on him.
During the crunches, the strapless jock he was wearing presented its own challenges. Without straps to hold it in place, the pouch started to slide with his movements. Each time he crunched forward, the fabric shifted lower, revealing more of his taint, and each time he laid back, it slipped back up, just barely holding on to his balls. I could tell that with every rep, his cock and balls were inching closer to slipping out entirely, the pouch fighting a losing battle against gravity and motion.
With each leg lift, his bulge pressed forward, but from where I was positioned, it wasn’t his cock and balls that caught my attention. His strapless jock left his entire backside completely bare, and I had a full, unobstructed view of it. His glutes were firm and perfectly rounded, and every time he raised his legs, his hamstrings tightened, creating a perfect definition along the back of his thighs. The muscles flexed with each movement, showcasing his raw strength and athleticism.
But the real distraction was lower down, where things got more interesting. Each time Blake lowered his legs, his back arched in just the right way, giving me a full view of his taint—smooth, tight, and leading straight up to his hole. As his legs came down, the angle shifted, and that view became something I couldn’t ignore. His glutes relaxed, his skin stretching slightly, offering teasing glimpses of his tight, puckered hole with every rep.
When his legs were up, everything tightened, his lower back rounding and flexing as his ass clenched, making me work harder to catch a glimpse. But the real show began when his legs started to lower—his body opening up just enough to reveal more, the shadows making the whole thing feel like an intimate secret only I was in on. The way his hole flexed with each movement, tightening as he lifted and softening as he dropped, was downright hypnotic, syncing perfectly with the slow, deliberate rhythm of his workout.
It was like a tease; each leg drop gave me a little more to see, his taint and hole coming into view just long enough to leave me wanting more. It was impossible not to stare, not to appreciate every subtle flex and shift of his body. I could feel my pulse quickening, heat creeping up my neck as I watched him, trying to keep things cool while my mind raced.
As we went through the circuits again and again, the room seemed to grow hotter, sweat pouring down both of us. My own jock was soaked, the tight pouch clinging to my skin, making it even more uncomfortable to keep things under control. I could feel my dick thickening inside the fabric, and I had to adjust myself a few times to avoid a full-on erection. The dark blue of my jock was starting to darken even more, with sweat clinging to every inch of my skin.
By the time we got to the last set of bicycle crunches, I was ready to call it. The tension between us was palpable, and every movement Blake made only heightened it. His jock was soaked through, the white fabric clinging to his body but still opaque enough to hide the details of what was beneath. I couldn’t see his cock or balls directly, but I could see how the pouch fought to hold everything in place as we pushed through the final reps, each shift and stretch of the fabric giving me just enough to keep me on edge.
We moved on to the two-mile run on the treadmill, side by side, as always. Blake started running with his usual energy, his white pouch bouncing with every step. I kept stealing glances, half-expecting the strapless jock to give up and send everything flying finally. But, somehow, the damn thing kept holding on, no matter how much his bulge flopped up and down with each stride. It was mesmerizing, but I had to force myself to look away and focus on my breathing.
Blake, on the other hand, was utterly unfazed. As we ran, he started peppering me with questions about the lake. “So, how long is the drive?” His gaze never left the TV on the wall above the mirrors in front of us
“About eight hours,” I replied, grateful for the distraction. Anything to stop me from staring at his jock, which seemed to be hanging on for dear life.
“Damn, eight hours? Guess we’ll need to stock up on snacks,” he said with a grin. “What’s the sleeping situation? Do we each get a bed or what? We roughing it in tents, sitting in the woods or what”?
“There are a couple of guest rooms. You’ll have your own room and bathroom for sure,” I answered, laughing and glad for an excuse to keep my mind slightly off what eyes were glued to. “We can camp on the beach if that’s something you want to do, but it’s not necessary,” I added.
“I’m down for whatever. What about fishing? Can we fish at the lake?”
“Yeah, absolutely. There’s a dock, and I’ve got some gear packed. You into fishing?”
“Hell yeah!” he said, still running strong, his pouch bouncing up and down with the motion. “And what about watersports? Can we wakeboard, tube, jet ski—stuff like that?”
I nodded, trying to keep my focus on the treadmill screen instead of the rhythmic movement of his bulge. “We can do all of that. There’s a boat, and I’ve got some boards and skis stashed at the cabin.”
Blake’s grin widened. “This trip is going to be awesome, man. Are we grilling at night? What’s the food situation?”
I chuckled. “Yeah, we’ll grill. I packed some stuff already, and we can stop by a store on the way if we need anything else.”
He kept firing off questions, covering everything from the best spots to swim to whether we could camp out on the beach at night. And honestly, I was thankful for the conversation—it gave me something to focus on other than the way his pouch seemed like it was one good bounce away from coming undone. But no matter how much I thought it would fly off, it just kept holding on, barely, but enough to keep him covered.
I answered every question he threw at me, grateful for the distraction, even though the tension between us never fully went away. His enthusiasm for the trip was contagious, though, and by the time we finished the run, I was just as pumped as he was—though probably for different reasons.
We finished the run, and it was the last thing on our workout list for the day. Blake immediately grabbed a towel from the rack and started toweling off his face and chest, which were now dripping with sweat. His muscles glistened under the gym lights, and for a second, I caught myself thinking I wished I could lick the sweat off every part of his body. It was a ridiculous thought, but damn if it didn’t cross my mind more than once.
I glanced down at myself, thankful that my jock was drenched primarily in sweat and not precum. The tight pouch clung to my skin, but the sweat helped keep things under control. I could feel the fabric sticking to every curve, but at least I wasn’t dealing with a full-on tent in the middle of the gym. Small victories.
We headed into the locker room, bags in hand, ready to hit the showers. The conversation continued, flowing effortlessly between us as Blake was still buzzing with excitement about the trip. I couldn’t help but watch the way the towel slid across his skin as we walked, catching the droplets of sweat that seemed to cling to every inch of his body.
As we grabbed our stuff to head toward the showers, Blake tossed his bag on the bench and asked, “I wasn’t really sure what to pack. Do I need to bring anything specific?”
I raised an eyebrow, curious. “What did you pack?”
“All I brought were jocks, sandals, running shoes, swim trunks, and a couple of shirts. I didn’t need anything nice, did I?” He asked, his voice casual, but I couldn’t help noticing the grin on his face.
I laughed and shook my head. “Nah, man. You’re good. We don’t need anything nicer than that.”
But as I turned toward the showers, I smiled to myself, a little amused at the idea. He brought jocks, which meant we’d probably be sticking to our new “uniform” when we worked out. The thought made me grin even more. It looked like the lake wouldn’t just be a place to relax—it was going to be more of the same, just the two of us working out in almost nothing. I couldn’t say I was disappointed.
We headed to the shower area, and it was a relief to finally peel off the soaked jock and step under the warm spray, letting the water wash away the tension from the workout. For the record, this was like most mornings after the workouts… I didn’t need to jerk off. I know it might seem like it, given everything that was going on, but this time? I was fine. My dick wasn’t screaming for attention. Sure, it was hanging at half-mast, which was pretty standard, but I didn’t need to handle it right then and there.
Maybe it was the leftover morning wood, or perhaps the workout just kept my body hovering at that halfway point, but the fact is, like most mornings, I didn’t have to jerk off this time. It’s only been those two times I have already mentioned. That felt important to clarify.
Blake, of course, was in the stall next to me, still going on about the trip, which probably helped keep me distracted. His voice carried over the sound of the water as he fired off more questions about the lake.
“So, what’s the first thing we’re doing when we get there? Hitting the water?” he asked, his voice a little muffled by the water but still clear enough.
“Definitely. It’s gonna be perfect weather for it. We should get there around 330 or 4, which will give us a good two hours out on the water before dark,” I said, letting the hot water roll down my back. “You into wakeboarding or tubing?”
“Both,” Blake replied with a laugh. “But I think tubing sounds like a good way to kick things off. We grilling tonight, too?”
“Yeah, we’re grilling. We will probably grill most nights,” I said, running my hands through my hair as the water poured down. “I’ve got plenty of stuff packed for it,” I added as my hands ran over my chest and down my abs, landing on my dick. Shit! I thought, and I immediately stopped, mentally sending my hands a cease-and-desist order.
The water kept running as we chatted, the conversation shifting to the trip’s details—where to swim, what kind of food to bring, even the possibility of a late-night bonfire by the lake. Blake was practically buzzing with excitement, and I could feel that same anticipation building inside me.
End Part one
Chapter Five Continued…
As much as I was focused on the conversation, though, I couldn’t fully push the image of him out of my mind—his body glistening with sweat, the towel sliding across his skin, and the way he filled out that strapless jock. This trip was going to be a test of my self-control; that much was clear, even if I still wasn’t 100% sure of Blake’s intentions.
We both finished showering about the same time, drying off and getting dressed in our own stalls. I threw on my clothes, feeling a bit more grounded now that the hot water had washed away most of the tension. But as I stepped out of the stall, I saw Blake already at the benches, towel over his shoulders, and my brain did a double-take.
He was wearing just a T-shirt and a pair of grey sweats, but it was obvious—way too obvious—that he wasn’t wearing any underwear. And I mean obvious. The bulge in his sweats was unmistakable, hanging low and prominent as he dried his hair, his cock swaying and jiggling a bit more than usual with each step.
I blinked, caught completely off guard. Did he have a boner? Or at least a half-chub? I’d seen him go commando more times than I could count, and yeah, I’d noticed—maybe more than I’d ever be comfortable admitting. But this time? It was different. Everything looked… heavier like it was pushing out his sweat with more force than normal. The round, bulbous head of his dick pressed more obviously against the soft fabric, the shape of his shaft almost wholly outlined, swinging loosely with every step he took.
The whole bulge just looked bigger and fuller for some reason, and I had to bite the inside of my cheek to stop myself from staring any longer.
I quickly diverted my eyes just as Blake finished drying his hair and turned to look at me, completely unaware of the effect his lack of underwear was having on me. His casual attitude, the way he slung the towel over the back of his neck, and that easy grin—it all seemed so effortless for him while I was doing my best not to let my mind drift too far.
“Ready to head out?” he asked, still grinning, utterly oblivious to the mental gymnastics I was doing to keep things under control.
“Yeah,” I replied, managing a half-smile while forcing my eyes to stay level with his face and not drift back down to the impressive bulge hanging in his sweats. “Let’s hit the road.”
We got on the road and, thankfully, missed most of the morning traffic. For the first two hours or so, Blake fired off more questions about the lake, and I answered them one by one, realizing how little he knew about what it was really like out there. I filled him in on everything—what to expect, the best spots for swimming, the trails we could hike—but I left out the part about my dad. I didn’t want to put a damper on the mood, especially when Blake was so pumped about the trip.
But after I’d finished explaining all the details and giving him the history of the lake, the conversation took an interesting turn.
Blake leaned back in his seat, his eyes still on the road ahead as he spoke. “You know,” he started, a little more casual than usual, “I’ve been thinking about our workouts… and more specifically, what we’ve been wearing.” He let out a small laugh. “I really enjoy it. I mean, working out like that, in just our jocks. It’s… different. Fun.”
I glanced over at him, curious about where he was going with this. “Yeah, same here. It’s been a nice change of pace,” I replied, playing it cool but definitely intrigued by the shift in conversation.
Blake chuckled. “I was a little scared it was weird for you, though. Like, I kept thinking you might feel uncomfortable, and I didn’t want you to think I was dragging you into something strange. But I’ve really been enjoying it.”
I felt a small wave of relief hearing him admit that. “Nah, it wasn’t weird for me. Honestly, I thought the same thing, or maybe you weren’t as into it. But I’ve been enjoying it too.”
Blake nodded, still grinning. “Good, man. I’m glad. It’s just been a cool way to switch things up, you know? It’s kind of what we were talking about last Sunday watching football; you gotta try stuff and see what it’s like to know if you like it or not. I never thought working out with another dude in our jocks would ever be something I’d do. But here we are.” He finished with a laugh.
I agreed with him, knowing full well I had indeed thought about it. A lot. But once again, my mind started racing about what exactly he meant or where he was going with this. Was it just a casual comment, or was there something more behind it? The line between innocent banter and something else felt like it was blurring, and I couldn’t stop my thoughts from drifting.
Blake kept talking, his tone shifting slightly. “You know, our conversation really got me thinking. About being more open-minded. About trying different things, in and out of the bedroom.”
He paused for a second as if testing the waters and then went on. “Like this new jock, I’ve been wearing—the strapless one. I never even thought about wearing anything other than those old-school jocks before I saw yours. Now? I love these new ones.”
I smirked, remembering how much trouble he had with it at first. “I thought you didn’t like it after it wouldn’t stay put that first day.”
He chuckled, shaking his head. “Yeah, well… I figured out how to get it to stay.” He paused again, this time a little longer, like he was weighing what he was about to say next. “But… what’s said and talked about in the car stays in the car, right?”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “What are we, 12? Dude, I’m not gonna tell anyone, and I’m definitely not gonna judge you for anything you say. I mean, we already work out practically naked together. What else is there to be shy about?”
“Good point,” he said, grinning. “Okay, well, I did start looking for new jocks after that first day, but… I found something else instead.”
I raised an eyebrow, curious. “What do you mean?”
He glanced over at me before continuing. “I found this… thing. It goes around your dick and balls, and the little pouch can hold on better around the back of my balls so it doesn’t slip.”
I blinked, trying to make sense of it. “Wait… are you talking about a cock ring?” I asked, chuckling.
“Yeah, man. See?” Blake lifted his shirt and tugged down the waistband of his sweats just enough to reveal his neatly trimmed pubes and the very base of his dick where the ring was snugly in place. The thick band of the cock ring rested right at the root, holding everything in place. It was apparent now why his bulge looked so damn good when we left the gym earlier.
I let out a laugh at the sight, trying to play it cool, only sneaking one—maybe two—glances. “Well… that was creative, I gotta give you that.”
Blake grinned and pulled his waistband back up, sitting back in his seat like it was no big deal. “I mean, it works, right? Everything stays in place, and it’s kind of… comfortable.”
He followed up with, “And it makes everything look bigger, doesn’t it?”
I chuckled, trying to keep it casual. “I mean, that’s what it’s made for,” I replied, laughing it off, hoping to play it cool.
But Blake wasn’t letting it go that easily. He laughed, too, but then leaned in a little, still grinning. “Come on, man. I know you look at my dick. I don’t care, I promise. Like you said, absolutely no judgment. But you have to admit, it looked better this morning, right?”
I could feel my face heating up, probably turning red. I laughed, trying to brush it off, but he wasn’t wrong. “Sure, I’ve looked,” I admitted with a nervous chuckle. “Sometimes it’s hard not to.”
Blake just kept grinning, clearly enjoying watching me squirm.
“And honestly…” I hesitated, knowing I couldn’t tell him everything that was running through my mind. I wasn’t about to mention how I’d really noticed it when we were in the locker room when it had been swaying so freely in his sweats. Instead, I just shrugged and said, “Yeah, sure. I guess it did look a little bigger this morning.”
Blake laughed, slapping his hand on his thigh like he’d just won something. “I knew it!” he said, clearly enjoying my discomfort. “See? No big deal. It’s all good, man. I just figured if we’re already working out basically naked, we might as well be real about this stuff.”
I laughed along with him, feeling the tension ease just a little. It was weirdly refreshing how open he was about everything, and as awkward as it felt, it was hard not to be relieved by how easily Blake could say what was on his mind.
Blake grinned and leaned back, his eyes still on the road. “I’ll admit it, I’ve checked you out too. And no homo, but you fill out your jock pretty nice too. You’re really packing down there.”
Before I could even think of something to say in response, Blake added, “Do you not grow much hair down there? Like, under your balls and in your crack? Because it looks so smooth.”
I blinked, a little caught off guard by how direct he was, but at the same time, I was starting to realize that nothing was off-limits anymore. And honestly? It was awesome.
“Nah, I just shave it all,” I replied casually, leaning back in my seat. “I like the look better—on me, at least. I don’t like being completely bare,” I said, motioning to my pubic area, “I don’t want to look like a little boy or anything, but I like to keep it neat.”
Blake nodded, still grinning. “Makes sense. I go through phases, you know, where I let it all grow out. But it wasn’t until I saw how smooth you were, like on your taint and ass, that I ever thought about trimming down there.” He chuckled, running a hand through his hair. “I gotta say, I like it though. Feels pretty damn good.”
I just nodded, feeling the weird but cool openness between us. It was wild how easy it had become to talk about this stuff now, and it didn’t feel awkward but… natural. The conversation flowed, and I couldn’t help but appreciate how chill Blake was about everything.
We continued talking about everything under the sun, the conversation flowing so easily that before we knew it, we were almost there. The drive had flown by, and as we pulled into the little town of Helena, the familiar sight brought back a flood of memories.
Helena was small—tiny, really—with just about 1,300 people living here year-round. The main street was a stretch of cracked pavement, lined with old brick buildings that had probably stood there for the better part of a century. Most of the shops had faded signs above their doorways, local businesses that hadn’t changed much over the years—Mom and Pop Diners, a hardware store, and the same grocery store that had been there for as long as I could remember. A couple of new places had popped up recently, trying to cater to the tourists who flooded in during the spring and summer months, but thankfully, it wasn’t that time of year yet.
There were a few cars parked here and there, but for the most part, the streets were quiet. Even the trees, towering oaks, and pines that lined the edges of town seemed to have a stillness to them this time of year. You could tell it wasn’t tourist season yet—no crowds, no traffic, just the laid-back vibe of a town that hadn’t fully woken up for the busy months ahead.
As we passed the old gas station on the corner, I pointed it out to Blake. “That place used to be the only spot to get gas around here. It’s still run by the same family, I think.”
Blake looked around, taking it all in. “Feels like stepping back in time.”
I nodded. “Yeah, pretty much.”
We drove past the little post office and the fire station, both barely bigger than a couple of houses. There wasn’t much to the town—just a handful of buildings and the lake stretching out beyond it—but it had a charm that was hard to explain. It wasn’t flashy, but it was homey. Familiar.
Eventually, we turned down the gravel road that led to the dock. The sound of the tires crunching over the stones filled the quiet as the lake came into view, wide and calm, the early morning light glinting off the surface. It felt like we’d finally arrived.
We parked at the dock and started unloading the car, carrying everything down to the boat. Bobby, the dock manager, had everything ready for us as far as the boat was concerned. He’d been a staple here for as long as I could remember, running the dock with his son, Robert, who was about my age. They took care of the place while we were gone during the busy months, making sure the renters and the island were all set.
As I spotted Bobby sitting in his usual chair by the gas pump, I called out, “Hey, Bobby! How’s it going?”
He slowly got up, his movements a little stiff, and walked over to greet us. “Hey there, Boss. How was the drive in? Must’ve gotten an early start to get here this early.”
“Yes, sir! Early bird gets the worm, isn’t that what you always said?” I replied, grinning.
Bobby chuckled, a raspy laugh that had always been part of his charm. “I think me and Robert got everything all ready for you guys. Your mom told you about the dock, though, right?”
I nodded. “Yeah, she did. We’ll take care of it while we’re here.” It was then that I realized I hadn’t introduced Blake. Turning, I quickly gestured toward him. “Oh, and Bobby, this is Blake. Blake, this is Bobby, the man who keeps this place running.”
Bobby tipped his cap slightly. “Nice to meet you, son. Glad to see you brought someone up with you this time.”
Before he could go on and mention anything about my dad, I quickly cut in. “Where’s Robert?” I asked, interrupting him before he could say more.
Bobby didn’t seem to notice, just nodded and said, “He’s off fixing something, I think. But if you need anything, you just let me or Robert know. Enjoy yourselves now, you hear?”
“Will do, Bobby. Thanks,” I said, grateful that he didn’t push any further.
Blake and I exchanged a quick glance before continuing to unload the rest of the gear. The boat was ready, and the island was waiting. It was time to kick off the weekend
Within minutes, we were on our way across the lake. The boat ride was quick—about 15 minutes dock to dock—so not long enough for the excitement to wear off. Blake and I had already decided to drop our stuff off on the dock, change in the boat house, and get back out on the water as fast as we could.
As we pulled up to the dock, Blake’s jaw practically hit the floor. “Holy fuck!” he said, staring up at the main house with the hills and trees sprawling in the background. His eyes were wide as he took in the whole scene.
“I mean, you told me how big it was, but shit, dude. You ever get lost out there?” He asked, his eyes scanning the land, clearly impressed by the size of the island and the house itself.
I couldn’t help but chuckle. “No, not really. You can find your way around pretty easily. It is an island, after all. Just walk along the water, and you’ll eventually find the house.” I threw in a heavy dose of sarcasm.
Blake laughed and shook his head. “Dick,” he said, but there was a grin on his face. He was clearly impressed, and I couldn’t blame him. The place had a way of catching people off guard, no matter how much I’d tried to describe it beforehand.
After we unloaded all the unnecessary things from the boat, we both decided it was time to get into our swim trunks. For a second, I pondered, busting out the speedo right away, but I figured I’d save it for later. Blake went into the tiny bathroom at the boat house to change while I just stripped down and changed right there on the dock. It didn’t take long for us to get ready, and within minutes, we were back out on the water, soaking in the sights.
Blake was eager to try out the tube, so we set it up. Before long, he had been hanging on for dear life as I gunned the boat across the water. It didn’t take long, though—within minutes, I had him flying off the tube and splashing into the lake.
As I swung the boat back around to pick him up, I jokingly shouted, “All those muscles, and you can’t hang on to a little tube?”
Blake was laughing, still treading water as I pulled up. “I wasn’t ready for that intense of a ride! I thought you were gonna take it easy the first time.”
I grinned, steering the boat closer to him. “Well, that was your first mistake,” I said, laughing as I offered him a hand to climb back onto the boat.
Blake shook his head, still laughing, but I could tell he was having a blast. The sun was starting to dip, but the water, the water was still perfect.
As excited as we both were to be out on the lake, we’d also been in such a rush to get out there that we completely forgot to bring anything to eat or drink. The couple of times we stopped for gas on the way up, we had just grabbed those gross pre-made protein shakes. So, after a couple of hours out on the water, we were both starting to feel pretty hungry.
We decided to head back to the house for a late lunch, unpack, and then explore the island a bit more in the afternoon.
But as soon as we stepped off the boat and started walking toward the house, I got this strange feeling that something was off. It was subtle at first, just a nagging sense in the back of my mind. But the closer we got to the house, the stronger it grew. My gut clenched, and there was this eerie quiet that settled over everything—like the kind of silence you notice when things are too still, when the birds stop chirping, and the wind dies down.
I glanced around, trying to figure out what it was. The house looked the same as always; the path from the dock was clear, and nothing seemed out of place, yet the feeling gnawed at me. It was that instinct I’ve always had—this sixth sense that something wasn’t quite right, and I couldn’t shake it.
I’ve learned to trust those gut feelings. They’ve saved my ass more than once, especially in my line of work. During my time in the Air Force, there were moments where everything looked fine on the surface, but something deep down told me otherwise. Whether I was in the cockpit or on the ground, those instincts had kept me out of some tight spots more than I’d care to admit.
You learn to recognize that feeling over time, to trust it, even when you can’t fully explain why. In those moments, when things didn’t add up or when a split-second decision could make all the difference, instinct kicked in. Sometimes, it was the only thing that kept me one step ahead.
And right now, standing here with Blake, that same feeling was creeping in, telling me something was off. But no matter how hard I tried to figure it out, nothing seemed out of place. It wasn’t like before, where there’d be obvious danger or a mission on the line. This time, I was just here—at a place that was supposed to feel safe—and yet the unease wouldn’t let go.
I stopped walking for a second, scanning the house, the trees, the dock behind us—everything was still, but there was an unease in the air I couldn’t explain. My heart rate picked up a little, that primal sense of something being off but not having any proof to back it up.
Blake was still talking as we walked, not noticing anything unusual, but I couldn’t fully focus on what he was saying. My mind kept turning over every little detail, searching for something out of place. But I couldn’t find it. There was nothing concrete, just this feeling, like a dark cloud hanging over me, waiting to burst.
Despite the tension building in my chest, I shrugged it off. Maybe it was just being back here with Blake—usually, this place was my escape, my time to be alone, and now it felt different. The memories of my dad were always strongest here, and maybe that’s what was stirring up these emotions.
I pushed the thought aside, trying to shake off the weird vibe. “Must just be in my head,” I muttered to myself as Blake continued talking, oblivious to the unease that gnawed at me.
End Part two
As much as I was focused on the conversation, though, I couldn’t fully push the image of him out of my mind—his body glistening with sweat, the towel sliding across his skin, and the way he filled out that strapless jock. This trip was going to be a test of my self-control; that much was clear, even if I still wasn’t 100% sure of Blake’s intentions.
We both finished showering about the same time, drying off and getting dressed in our own stalls. I threw on my clothes, feeling a bit more grounded now that the hot water had washed away most of the tension. But as I stepped out of the stall, I saw Blake already at the benches, towel over his shoulders, and my brain did a double-take.
He was wearing just a T-shirt and a pair of grey sweats, but it was obvious—way too obvious—that he wasn’t wearing any underwear. And I mean obvious. The bulge in his sweats was unmistakable, hanging low and prominent as he dried his hair, his cock swaying and jiggling a bit more than usual with each step.
I blinked, caught completely off guard. Did he have a boner? Or at least a half-chub? I’d seen him go commando more times than I could count, and yeah, I’d noticed—maybe more than I’d ever be comfortable admitting. But this time? It was different. Everything looked… heavier like it was pushing out his sweat with more force than normal. The round, bulbous head of his dick pressed more obviously against the soft fabric, the shape of his shaft almost wholly outlined, swinging loosely with every step he took.
The whole bulge just looked bigger and fuller for some reason, and I had to bite the inside of my cheek to stop myself from staring any longer.
I quickly diverted my eyes just as Blake finished drying his hair and turned to look at me, completely unaware of the effect his lack of underwear was having on me. His casual attitude, the way he slung the towel over the back of his neck, and that easy grin—it all seemed so effortless for him while I was doing my best not to let my mind drift too far.
“Ready to head out?” he asked, still grinning, utterly oblivious to the mental gymnastics I was doing to keep things under control.
“Yeah,” I replied, managing a half-smile while forcing my eyes to stay level with his face and not drift back down to the impressive bulge hanging in his sweats. “Let’s hit the road.”
We got on the road and, thankfully, missed most of the morning traffic. For the first two hours or so, Blake fired off more questions about the lake, and I answered them one by one, realizing how little he knew about what it was really like out there. I filled him in on everything—what to expect, the best spots for swimming, the trails we could hike—but I left out the part about my dad. I didn’t want to put a damper on the mood, especially when Blake was so pumped about the trip.
But after I’d finished explaining all the details and giving him the history of the lake, the conversation took an interesting turn.
Blake leaned back in his seat, his eyes still on the road ahead as he spoke. “You know,” he started, a little more casual than usual, “I’ve been thinking about our workouts… and more specifically, what we’ve been wearing.” He let out a small laugh. “I really enjoy it. I mean, working out like that, in just our jocks. It’s… different. Fun.”
I glanced over at him, curious about where he was going with this. “Yeah, same here. It’s been a nice change of pace,” I replied, playing it cool but definitely intrigued by the shift in conversation.
Blake chuckled. “I was a little scared it was weird for you, though. Like, I kept thinking you might feel uncomfortable, and I didn’t want you to think I was dragging you into something strange. But I’ve really been enjoying it.”
I felt a small wave of relief hearing him admit that. “Nah, it wasn’t weird for me. Honestly, I thought the same thing, or maybe you weren’t as into it. But I’ve been enjoying it too.”
Blake nodded, still grinning. “Good, man. I’m glad. It’s just been a cool way to switch things up, you know? It’s kind of what we were talking about last Sunday watching football; you gotta try stuff and see what it’s like to know if you like it or not. I never thought working out with another dude in our jocks would ever be something I’d do. But here we are.” He finished with a laugh.
I agreed with him, knowing full well I had indeed thought about it. A lot. But once again, my mind started racing about what exactly he meant or where he was going with this. Was it just a casual comment, or was there something more behind it? The line between innocent banter and something else felt like it was blurring, and I couldn’t stop my thoughts from drifting.
Blake kept talking, his tone shifting slightly. “You know, our conversation really got me thinking. About being more open-minded. About trying different things, in and out of the bedroom.”
He paused for a second as if testing the waters and then went on. “Like this new jock, I’ve been wearing—the strapless one. I never even thought about wearing anything other than those old-school jocks before I saw yours. Now? I love these new ones.”
I smirked, remembering how much trouble he had with it at first. “I thought you didn’t like it after it wouldn’t stay put that first day.”
He chuckled, shaking his head. “Yeah, well… I figured out how to get it to stay.” He paused again, this time a little longer, like he was weighing what he was about to say next. “But… what’s said and talked about in the car stays in the car, right?”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “What are we, 12? Dude, I’m not gonna tell anyone, and I’m definitely not gonna judge you for anything you say. I mean, we already work out practically naked together. What else is there to be shy about?”
“Good point,” he said, grinning. “Okay, well, I did start looking for new jocks after that first day, but… I found something else instead.”
I raised an eyebrow, curious. “What do you mean?”
He glanced over at me before continuing. “I found this… thing. It goes around your dick and balls, and the little pouch can hold on better around the back of my balls so it doesn’t slip.”
I blinked, trying to make sense of it. “Wait… are you talking about a cock ring?” I asked, chuckling.
“Yeah, man. See?” Blake lifted his shirt and tugged down the waistband of his sweats just enough to reveal his neatly trimmed pubes and the very base of his dick where the ring was snugly in place. The thick band of the cock ring rested right at the root, holding everything in place. It was apparent now why his bulge looked so damn good when we left the gym earlier.
I let out a laugh at the sight, trying to play it cool, only sneaking one—maybe two—glances. “Well… that was creative, I gotta give you that.”
Blake grinned and pulled his waistband back up, sitting back in his seat like it was no big deal. “I mean, it works, right? Everything stays in place, and it’s kind of… comfortable.”
He followed up with, “And it makes everything look bigger, doesn’t it?”
I chuckled, trying to keep it casual. “I mean, that’s what it’s made for,” I replied, laughing it off, hoping to play it cool.
But Blake wasn’t letting it go that easily. He laughed, too, but then leaned in a little, still grinning. “Come on, man. I know you look at my dick. I don’t care, I promise. Like you said, absolutely no judgment. But you have to admit, it looked better this morning, right?”
I could feel my face heating up, probably turning red. I laughed, trying to brush it off, but he wasn’t wrong. “Sure, I’ve looked,” I admitted with a nervous chuckle. “Sometimes it’s hard not to.”
Blake just kept grinning, clearly enjoying watching me squirm.
“And honestly…” I hesitated, knowing I couldn’t tell him everything that was running through my mind. I wasn’t about to mention how I’d really noticed it when we were in the locker room when it had been swaying so freely in his sweats. Instead, I just shrugged and said, “Yeah, sure. I guess it did look a little bigger this morning.”
Blake laughed, slapping his hand on his thigh like he’d just won something. “I knew it!” he said, clearly enjoying my discomfort. “See? No big deal. It’s all good, man. I just figured if we’re already working out basically naked, we might as well be real about this stuff.”
I laughed along with him, feeling the tension ease just a little. It was weirdly refreshing how open he was about everything, and as awkward as it felt, it was hard not to be relieved by how easily Blake could say what was on his mind.
Blake grinned and leaned back, his eyes still on the road. “I’ll admit it, I’ve checked you out too. And no homo, but you fill out your jock pretty nice too. You’re really packing down there.”
Before I could even think of something to say in response, Blake added, “Do you not grow much hair down there? Like, under your balls and in your crack? Because it looks so smooth.”
I blinked, a little caught off guard by how direct he was, but at the same time, I was starting to realize that nothing was off-limits anymore. And honestly? It was awesome.
“Nah, I just shave it all,” I replied casually, leaning back in my seat. “I like the look better—on me, at least. I don’t like being completely bare,” I said, motioning to my pubic area, “I don’t want to look like a little boy or anything, but I like to keep it neat.”
Blake nodded, still grinning. “Makes sense. I go through phases, you know, where I let it all grow out. But it wasn’t until I saw how smooth you were, like on your taint and ass, that I ever thought about trimming down there.” He chuckled, running a hand through his hair. “I gotta say, I like it though. Feels pretty damn good.”
I just nodded, feeling the weird but cool openness between us. It was wild how easy it had become to talk about this stuff now, and it didn’t feel awkward but… natural. The conversation flowed, and I couldn’t help but appreciate how chill Blake was about everything.
We continued talking about everything under the sun, the conversation flowing so easily that before we knew it, we were almost there. The drive had flown by, and as we pulled into the little town of Helena, the familiar sight brought back a flood of memories.
Helena was small—tiny, really—with just about 1,300 people living here year-round. The main street was a stretch of cracked pavement, lined with old brick buildings that had probably stood there for the better part of a century. Most of the shops had faded signs above their doorways, local businesses that hadn’t changed much over the years—Mom and Pop Diners, a hardware store, and the same grocery store that had been there for as long as I could remember. A couple of new places had popped up recently, trying to cater to the tourists who flooded in during the spring and summer months, but thankfully, it wasn’t that time of year yet.
There were a few cars parked here and there, but for the most part, the streets were quiet. Even the trees, towering oaks, and pines that lined the edges of town seemed to have a stillness to them this time of year. You could tell it wasn’t tourist season yet—no crowds, no traffic, just the laid-back vibe of a town that hadn’t fully woken up for the busy months ahead.
As we passed the old gas station on the corner, I pointed it out to Blake. “That place used to be the only spot to get gas around here. It’s still run by the same family, I think.”
Blake looked around, taking it all in. “Feels like stepping back in time.”
I nodded. “Yeah, pretty much.”
We drove past the little post office and the fire station, both barely bigger than a couple of houses. There wasn’t much to the town—just a handful of buildings and the lake stretching out beyond it—but it had a charm that was hard to explain. It wasn’t flashy, but it was homey. Familiar.
Eventually, we turned down the gravel road that led to the dock. The sound of the tires crunching over the stones filled the quiet as the lake came into view, wide and calm, the early morning light glinting off the surface. It felt like we’d finally arrived.
We parked at the dock and started unloading the car, carrying everything down to the boat. Bobby, the dock manager, had everything ready for us as far as the boat was concerned. He’d been a staple here for as long as I could remember, running the dock with his son, Robert, who was about my age. They took care of the place while we were gone during the busy months, making sure the renters and the island were all set.
As I spotted Bobby sitting in his usual chair by the gas pump, I called out, “Hey, Bobby! How’s it going?”
He slowly got up, his movements a little stiff, and walked over to greet us. “Hey there, Boss. How was the drive in? Must’ve gotten an early start to get here this early.”
“Yes, sir! Early bird gets the worm, isn’t that what you always said?” I replied, grinning.
Bobby chuckled, a raspy laugh that had always been part of his charm. “I think me and Robert got everything all ready for you guys. Your mom told you about the dock, though, right?”
I nodded. “Yeah, she did. We’ll take care of it while we’re here.” It was then that I realized I hadn’t introduced Blake. Turning, I quickly gestured toward him. “Oh, and Bobby, this is Blake. Blake, this is Bobby, the man who keeps this place running.”
Bobby tipped his cap slightly. “Nice to meet you, son. Glad to see you brought someone up with you this time.”
Before he could go on and mention anything about my dad, I quickly cut in. “Where’s Robert?” I asked, interrupting him before he could say more.
Bobby didn’t seem to notice, just nodded and said, “He’s off fixing something, I think. But if you need anything, you just let me or Robert know. Enjoy yourselves now, you hear?”
“Will do, Bobby. Thanks,” I said, grateful that he didn’t push any further.
Blake and I exchanged a quick glance before continuing to unload the rest of the gear. The boat was ready, and the island was waiting. It was time to kick off the weekend
Within minutes, we were on our way across the lake. The boat ride was quick—about 15 minutes dock to dock—so not long enough for the excitement to wear off. Blake and I had already decided to drop our stuff off on the dock, change in the boat house, and get back out on the water as fast as we could.
As we pulled up to the dock, Blake’s jaw practically hit the floor. “Holy fuck!” he said, staring up at the main house with the hills and trees sprawling in the background. His eyes were wide as he took in the whole scene.
“I mean, you told me how big it was, but shit, dude. You ever get lost out there?” He asked, his eyes scanning the land, clearly impressed by the size of the island and the house itself.
I couldn’t help but chuckle. “No, not really. You can find your way around pretty easily. It is an island, after all. Just walk along the water, and you’ll eventually find the house.” I threw in a heavy dose of sarcasm.
Blake laughed and shook his head. “Dick,” he said, but there was a grin on his face. He was clearly impressed, and I couldn’t blame him. The place had a way of catching people off guard, no matter how much I’d tried to describe it beforehand.
After we unloaded all the unnecessary things from the boat, we both decided it was time to get into our swim trunks. For a second, I pondered, busting out the speedo right away, but I figured I’d save it for later. Blake went into the tiny bathroom at the boat house to change while I just stripped down and changed right there on the dock. It didn’t take long for us to get ready, and within minutes, we were back out on the water, soaking in the sights.
Blake was eager to try out the tube, so we set it up. Before long, he had been hanging on for dear life as I gunned the boat across the water. It didn’t take long, though—within minutes, I had him flying off the tube and splashing into the lake.
As I swung the boat back around to pick him up, I jokingly shouted, “All those muscles, and you can’t hang on to a little tube?”
Blake was laughing, still treading water as I pulled up. “I wasn’t ready for that intense of a ride! I thought you were gonna take it easy the first time.”
I grinned, steering the boat closer to him. “Well, that was your first mistake,” I said, laughing as I offered him a hand to climb back onto the boat.
Blake shook his head, still laughing, but I could tell he was having a blast. The sun was starting to dip, but the water, the water was still perfect.
As excited as we both were to be out on the lake, we’d also been in such a rush to get out there that we completely forgot to bring anything to eat or drink. The couple of times we stopped for gas on the way up, we had just grabbed those gross pre-made protein shakes. So, after a couple of hours out on the water, we were both starting to feel pretty hungry.
We decided to head back to the house for a late lunch, unpack, and then explore the island a bit more in the afternoon.
But as soon as we stepped off the boat and started walking toward the house, I got this strange feeling that something was off. It was subtle at first, just a nagging sense in the back of my mind. But the closer we got to the house, the stronger it grew. My gut clenched, and there was this eerie quiet that settled over everything—like the kind of silence you notice when things are too still, when the birds stop chirping, and the wind dies down.
I glanced around, trying to figure out what it was. The house looked the same as always; the path from the dock was clear, and nothing seemed out of place, yet the feeling gnawed at me. It was that instinct I’ve always had—this sixth sense that something wasn’t quite right, and I couldn’t shake it.
I’ve learned to trust those gut feelings. They’ve saved my ass more than once, especially in my line of work. During my time in the Air Force, there were moments where everything looked fine on the surface, but something deep down told me otherwise. Whether I was in the cockpit or on the ground, those instincts had kept me out of some tight spots more than I’d care to admit.
You learn to recognize that feeling over time, to trust it, even when you can’t fully explain why. In those moments, when things didn’t add up or when a split-second decision could make all the difference, instinct kicked in. Sometimes, it was the only thing that kept me one step ahead.
And right now, standing here with Blake, that same feeling was creeping in, telling me something was off. But no matter how hard I tried to figure it out, nothing seemed out of place. It wasn’t like before, where there’d be obvious danger or a mission on the line. This time, I was just here—at a place that was supposed to feel safe—and yet the unease wouldn’t let go.
I stopped walking for a second, scanning the house, the trees, the dock behind us—everything was still, but there was an unease in the air I couldn’t explain. My heart rate picked up a little, that primal sense of something being off but not having any proof to back it up.
Blake was still talking as we walked, not noticing anything unusual, but I couldn’t fully focus on what he was saying. My mind kept turning over every little detail, searching for something out of place. But I couldn’t find it. There was nothing concrete, just this feeling, like a dark cloud hanging over me, waiting to burst.
Despite the tension building in my chest, I shrugged it off. Maybe it was just being back here with Blake—usually, this place was my escape, my time to be alone, and now it felt different. The memories of my dad were always strongest here, and maybe that’s what was stirring up these emotions.
I pushed the thought aside, trying to shake off the weird vibe. “Must just be in my head,” I muttered to myself as Blake continued talking, oblivious to the unease that gnawed at me.
End Part two
Chapter Five Continued…
We walked up to the main house and through the front door. Blake was once again in awe, his eyes wide as he took everything in. “Dude, this is nicer than both of our houses back in the city; what the fuck?” he said, staring out the floor-to-ceiling glass doors that led to the backyard, where the pool stretched out under the sun.
I just laughed, shaking my head. “Yeah, we’ve definitely updated it and tried to keep it nice. We spend most Christmases up here. That’s about the only time we’re all here together.”
Blake nodded, still looking impressed as he glanced around the place. I could see him mentally comparing this our places in the city, and yes, there was no denying this place had its own kind of charm. My mom had done an excellent job keeping it up to date.
I led him up to the second floor and showed him to his room. “This is you,” I said, opening the door to a spacious guest room that had a view of the lake. Blake tossed his bag on the bed and grinned.
“Not bad,” he said, looking out the window.
I left him to settle in and headed downstairs to the main bedroom, where I put all my stuff. It felt good to be back here, even with the strange feeling lingering in the background. Maybe getting unpacked and settled would help shake it off.
I put the few clothes I’d brought with me into the drawers alongside the other stuff I always left here, then tossed my bathroom kit in the bathroom. After that, I laid back on the bed for a second, letting the comfort of the place sink in. It felt good to be back, but as soon as I relaxed, my dick had other plans. It didn’t take long for it to start growing, hardening against my shorts like it knew exactly what time it was.
What the hell, I thought, glancing at the door. Blake’s probably going to be a few minutes, plenty of time. I spread my legs wide, one foot on each corner of the bed, the cool air brushing against my skin as I untied my shorts, undoing the Velcro that held them together. I slipped my hand inside, wrapping it around my thickening shaft, and gave it a few slow strokes.
It felt good, my body immediately responding as I got lost in the moment. The tension from the day, the lingering unease—it all melted away as my cock swelled in my hand. But just as I was starting to get into it, lost in that headspace, the door to the bedroom flew open with a loud bang.
“Holy shit, dude!” Blake’s voice cut through the room like a shockwave.
I practically jumped, ripping my hand away from my cock like I’d been caught in the most obvious act. I tried to play it cool, but it was way too obvious what I was doing. My shorts were untied, my legs spread wide, and I was facing the damn door for Christ’s sake. What the fuck was I thinking?
Blake just kept laughing, clearly amused, not bothered at all. “We can do that later,” he said, grinning as he leaned against the doorframe. “Let’s grab some food and go explore.”
At first, I didn’t even register what he said—I was just relieved he wasn’t making a big deal out of it. Blake had always been easygoing, and it didn’t seem like he actually saw anything. My dick was still tucked inside my shorts, just untied enough to give me a little room to move. But then, his words started to sink in.
We can do that later.
Wait… WE?
What did he mean by “we”? My mind started racing. Did he mean we could jerk off together? Was he suggesting something? Or did he just mean we could do it separately, like it was no big deal? My brain went into overdrive trying to figure it out, the possibilities spinning in my head.
I could still feel the heat of my half-hard cock pressing against my shorts as I scrambled to tie them back up, trying to act like none of this had phased me. But Blake’s words kept echoing in my mind. We can do that later.
As I followed him into the kitchen, I tried to break the tension by saying, “I was just itching an itch down there.”
Blake laughed as he rummaged through the fridge. “Sure, man. Must have been a strong itch,” he teased, not missing a beat.
I chuckled awkwardly, trying to laugh it off but still feeling the tension. “What did you think I was doing?” I asked, my voice more casual than I felt, trying to feel out the situation.
Blake turned to face me, still grinning. “Looked like you were going to town on yourself,” he said, almost too casually.
I laughed, but I was nervous, and I could feel my heart racing. My brain was tired of trying to figure out whether he knew exactly what he was doing or if he was oblivious. So, before I could stop myself, I blurted out, “Then why did you say ‘we’ could do that later? Are ‘we’ going to jerk off later… together or something?”
My confidence faltered as the words left my mouth, but I needed to know.
Blake laughed again, shaking his head. “Dude, I said what I said. It’s whatever. Stop overthinking shit; he paused to chuckle before adding, “I can always tell when your brain’s doing that thing where you try to figure out all the possible meanings or ways a situation can go. Just relax.”
I stared at him, trying to process it. Blake had always been hard to read, but something about the way he said that—casual but with an edge—left me wondering if I was reading into this the right way. I grabbed a bottle of water, trying to focus on anything else, but his words kept running through my head as I leaned against the counter.
‘It’s whatever…’
Shit, I was doing it again.
Blake closed the fridge and turned to me, grinning as if nothing had happened. “So, what’s the plan? Are we going on a hike, or are we taking the four-wheelers?”
I shook off what had just happened, trying to refocus. “We could do whatever. We’d need to walk up to the workshop and grab the four-wheelers if that’s what you want to do, or we could hike around. It’s up to you.”
Blake thought about it for a second before nodding. “The four-wheelers sound fun. Is there a good spot to watch the sunset? Maybe we could end up there?”
I grinned, appreciating that he wanted to make the most of the evening. “Yeah, there are a couple spots. We can go up to the top of the hills. There’s a little clearing in the trees on the backside, perfect for sunsets.”
Blake raised an eyebrow, glancing down at his bare chest. “Do I need to throw on a shirt or change shorts?”
I laughed, shaking my head. “Not unless you want to. I’m just going to wear my swimsuit.”
He shrugged, satisfied with the answer, and we both got ready. I grabbed a small backpack and threw in some water bottles, a couple of beers, and a few snack bars. Once we were set, we headed out, both of us just wearing our shorts and trainers.
The air was warm as we made our way toward the workshop, and the sun was already starting to dip lower in the sky. It felt good to be out there, and the tension of earlier was starting to fade as we got ready for the ride.
We started walking up towards the workshop, and as we got closer, I noticed the door was left wide open. My gut immediately tightened, and out of habit, I turned to Blake. “Hang on a sec, wait here.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Why? What’s up?”
“Someone left the door open,” I said, my voice more serious than I intended. “It’s never left open.”
Blake just laughed, brushing it off like it was no big deal. “Dude, we’re in the middle of nowhere, on a private island. Bobby probably just forgot to shut it. He was here earlier, right?”
I paused, trying to take that in. Bobby was here earlier, getting things ready for us, but he never left things unlocked, let alone wide open. That’s when I remembered Bobby did mention Robert, his son, was around somewhere fixing something. And Robert? He was the kind of guy who’d definitely leave a door open. Bobby was always on him about being scattered, leaving tools lying around, and forgetting to lock up.
Blake saw me thinking and piped in again. “Seriously, man, relax. We’re not in some crime-ridden area. It’s just us here.”
I exhaled, letting out a laugh, and forced myself to relax a little. “Yeah, you’re right. I’m probably just overthinking it.”
But the second we stepped inside the workshop, I noticed something else—there was only one four-wheeler where there were supposed to be two. My gut clenched again, but this time, I tried to push it aside. That must be what Bobby said Robert was fixing, I told myself, trying not to let the unease creep back in.
I glanced at Blake, who was completely unfazed. He was already checking out the four-wheeler, ready to get going. “Guess Robert’s working on the other one,” I said, more to convince myself than him.
Blake grinned and hopped onto the one we had, pretend revving the engine with a quick laugh. “Well, one’s all we need, right?”
I smiled, trying to shake off the feeling again. “Yeah, let’s do this. You’re in the back, though.”
Blake just laughed as he slid back on the seat, “I prefer being big spoon anyways.”
I hopped on the four-wheeler, started it up, and checked the gas and all the other gauges. Everything looked good—the tank was full, which made me believe Robert had left the door open, probably while working on the other four-wheeler. That thought eased my nerves a little.
I slowly backed out of the workshop through the large garage door, and Blake hopped off for a second to close it before climbing back on.
Now, if you’ve never been on a four-wheeler, let me say the seat is relatively small. With two people riding, you’ve got no choice but to be pretty close. Really close.
Blake’s muscular thighs, bare thanks to the small swim trunks he was rocking, were pressed up against either side of mine. His chest, also bare, was warm against my back. As we started up the small hill behind the workshop, heading into the open land behind the main property, Blake wrapped his thick, veiny arms around my waist, his hands resting firmly against my abs.
The whole thing was pretty casual, but with every bump and jostle of the ride, I couldn’t help but notice how tight we were pressed together. At one point, I felt something rubbing against my lower back. I tried to tell myself it was just his shorts, not to overthink it, and definitely not to get too excited. But with Blake this close, his body against mine, it was hard to keep my mind from wandering.
I shifted slightly, trying to focus on the trail ahead as the four-wheeler hummed beneath us. The landscape opened up as we hit the trail, but my mind was still back on the feeling of Blake’s chest, his thighs, and the slight pressure at my back.
We rode around the island for a while, and I gave Blake the full tour, showing him all the little nooks and crannies that made this place special to me. We passed the old boathouse, the stretch of trees that gave us all the privacy we needed, and the rolling hills covered in tall grasses and wildflowers. We stopped a few times, stretched our legs, and took in the views. It was peaceful, the kind of place that always grounded me.
Blake stayed quiet for the most part, listening as I shared bits of my history and memories that tied me to this place. It wasn’t anything special to him, but to me, it meant everything.
There wasn’t anything overtly sexual about riding around together. It just felt… right. Blake and I had been close friends for a while, but lately, we’d gotten really close. We’d shared just about everything, from problems to secrets to workouts that involved us being nearly naked most of the time. And honestly? It wasn’t weird. In fact, it felt natural. Here we were, riding around on my favorite island, our bodies close, and none of it felt off. There wasn’t a single awkward moment. It felt easy.
That’s when it started to hit me. The realization that had been building for a while.
Blake was the one who started us working out in our jocks. He was the one who suggested I join him. After that, he suggested we keep doing it. There was the time he admitted to getting a chub mid-workout, and I had just brushed it off as no big deal. Then there was the fact that he started buying even smaller jocks, more revealing than the ones we started with. He even started wearing a fucking cock ring and asked if I’d noticed.
All those moments suddenly stacked up in my mind, clear as day. He’d admitted to checking me out. And then there was that conversation in the truck on the way here—Blake saying he was trying to be more open-minded about things, even about stuff of a sexual nature. And finally, today, in the bedroom—he said, “WE can do that later,” when referring to jerking off. Not I, but WE.
I was done overthinking it. Blake was an intelligent guy—he couldn’t have been oblivious to all the signs he was putting out there. He had to know. He had to want this just as much as I did.
I wasn’t sure why it hadn’t clicked sooner. But right now, with the warmth of his body pressed against mine, the weight of his arms around my waist, and the way everything just felt easy, I couldn’t shake the thought. All those little signs, all those small moments—they weren’t just accidents. They meant something. And for the first time, I wasn’t going to second-guess it.
Blake wasn’t just testing the waters anymore. He was showing me, in his own way, that he was in. That he was open to whatever was going to happen between us.
I wasn’t going to question it anymore.
We pulled up to the clearing I had told him about earlier, the perfect spot to watch the sunset. I positioned the four-wheeler sideways so we could both lean back against it, facing the horizon. The air had cooled a little, the breeze light as it rustled through the trees. Blake and I popped open the two beers we brought, clinking the bottles together with casual “cheers,” and settled in to take in the view.
The sky was a masterpiece of color—those clouds that looked like teddy bears and dinosaurs had started to turn pink and orange, their soft edges catching the last rays of sunlight. Ahead of us, the sun was slowly dipping behind the mountains, painting the sky in a bright, fiery orange-pink that spread out across the horizon.
Blake wrapped his arm around my shoulder, pulling me closer. “Holy shit, dude. This is probably one of the best sunsets I’ve ever seen,” he said, his voice quiet but full of awe.
I leaned into him, the moment feeling so natural, so easy. But then, without even thinking, before my brain had time to process what my body was doing, I turned my chest toward him. My hands moved to either side of his neck, my fingers threading gently through the hair at the back of his head. My thumbs rested just behind his jaw as I tilted my head, and before I knew it, our lips touched.
Have you ever done something so shocking to yourself that you almost don’t even recognize that you’re doing it? You put yourself out there so far, and it’s like time stops. The moment drags on, and in that space, you start freaking out, thinking, “Oh shit!” but you’ve lost control of your movements, and you’re just stuck… This wasn’t one of those moments, not exactly.
The next thing I knew, I heard Blake’s beer hit the ground, the liquid splashing up on my leg as the bottle hit the grass. But he didn’t pull away. In fact, Blake turned toward me, his hands finding their way to my neck, just like mine were on his. And he was kissing me back. Slowly, almost as if unsure at first, like he was feeling it out. But for a second, he was right there with me.
And then, just as quickly as it started, he began to pull away. At first, it was slow, like he didn’t fully register what was happening. But then it seemed to hit him all at once—what just happened, what he had just been a part of. He leaned back, his lips parting from mine, and let out a small, nervous chuckle.
He rubbed the back of his neck with one hand, his other covering his mouth. He didn’t look at me, though. His eyes were fixed on the ground as if he were trying to figure out what the hell had just happened.
I didn’t know what to say. My heart was racing, his taste still on my lips. But I couldn’t read him—whether he was freaking out or just trying to process it like I was.
For a second, Blake didn’t say anything, just staring at the ground, rubbing the back of his neck. My heart was still racing, the taste of his lips lingering in a way that made my head spin. I waited, unsure of what was going through his mind.
Then, as casually as if nothing had happened, Blake finally spoke, though he still wasn’t looking at me. “So… what do you think for dinner? We could grill or check what’s in the fridge.” His voice was even, but something felt off. He was brushing it off like the kiss was just a blip. My heart sank a little, wondering if I’d just made a colossal mistake.
“Uh… dinner?” I said, trying to play it cool, but my mind was still racing, stuck on the moment that had just passed between us.
Blake nodded, glancing at me briefly before turning his eyes back to the sunset. “Yeah, I’m starving. We could get the grill going or maybe make something quick.”
I stared at him, trying to make sense of it. My chest tightened, and for a second, I thought I’d completely misread everything. Maybe Blake really was just playing it off; perhaps that kiss didn’t mean what I thought it did.
But before I could process it further, something shifted in his body language. He dropped the casual act, the tension suddenly palpable again. Without warning, Blake turned toward me, his hand moving to my face as his fingers slid to the back of my neck, mirroring what I had done before. And then, before I could react, he kissed me again.
This time, it wasn’t careful or hesitant. It was urgent as if he had been holding back the whole time. His grip was firm, his breath hot against my lips, and all the doubt I had about what just happened disappeared. Blake wanted this. He wasn’t brushing it off anymore.
The kiss was electric and raw, taking me by surprise. My hand found his chest, my fingers curling into the warmth of his skin, and I felt the beat of his heart against my palm. For a moment, everything else faded away—the sunset, the island, the thoughts running wild in my head. It was just him and me.
Then, just as quickly as it started, Blake pulled back, breathing a little heavier, his eyes meeting mine with a mix of emotion I couldn’t quite read. He took a moment, then quietly asked, “So… what’s next?”
I couldn’t help it—I laughed, the sound escaping before I even thought about it. Blake looked at me, confused, until I finally spoke. “Well, first, we have to get back to the house before it gets completely dark. These four-wheelers don’t exactly have the best headlights, you know.”
He blinked, then broke into a grin, shaking his head. “Of course, that’s what you’d say,” he said, but I could see the relief in his eyes. The tension dissolved into something lighter, something easier.
“Hey, priorities,” I teased, giving him a playful shove. I got back on the four-wheeler and looked over my shoulder, my eyes catching his. “But after that… we’ll figure it out.”
Blake laughed, climbing on behind me, his arms wrapping around my waist like before. This time, though, it felt different. It felt right. The tension from the TWO kisses was still there, but it wasn’t the awkward kind—it was anticipation like we were both on the same page now.
As we started back toward the house, the fading light casting long shadows over the hills, I knew two things for sure: first, I was right, and he did want this. Second, we’d just crossed a line we weren’t going to be able to ignore. And whatever came next? I was ready for it.
We walked up to the main house and through the front door. Blake was once again in awe, his eyes wide as he took everything in. “Dude, this is nicer than both of our houses back in the city; what the fuck?” he said, staring out the floor-to-ceiling glass doors that led to the backyard, where the pool stretched out under the sun.
I just laughed, shaking my head. “Yeah, we’ve definitely updated it and tried to keep it nice. We spend most Christmases up here. That’s about the only time we’re all here together.”
Blake nodded, still looking impressed as he glanced around the place. I could see him mentally comparing this our places in the city, and yes, there was no denying this place had its own kind of charm. My mom had done an excellent job keeping it up to date.
I led him up to the second floor and showed him to his room. “This is you,” I said, opening the door to a spacious guest room that had a view of the lake. Blake tossed his bag on the bed and grinned.
“Not bad,” he said, looking out the window.
I left him to settle in and headed downstairs to the main bedroom, where I put all my stuff. It felt good to be back here, even with the strange feeling lingering in the background. Maybe getting unpacked and settled would help shake it off.
I put the few clothes I’d brought with me into the drawers alongside the other stuff I always left here, then tossed my bathroom kit in the bathroom. After that, I laid back on the bed for a second, letting the comfort of the place sink in. It felt good to be back, but as soon as I relaxed, my dick had other plans. It didn’t take long for it to start growing, hardening against my shorts like it knew exactly what time it was.
What the hell, I thought, glancing at the door. Blake’s probably going to be a few minutes, plenty of time. I spread my legs wide, one foot on each corner of the bed, the cool air brushing against my skin as I untied my shorts, undoing the Velcro that held them together. I slipped my hand inside, wrapping it around my thickening shaft, and gave it a few slow strokes.
It felt good, my body immediately responding as I got lost in the moment. The tension from the day, the lingering unease—it all melted away as my cock swelled in my hand. But just as I was starting to get into it, lost in that headspace, the door to the bedroom flew open with a loud bang.
“Holy shit, dude!” Blake’s voice cut through the room like a shockwave.
I practically jumped, ripping my hand away from my cock like I’d been caught in the most obvious act. I tried to play it cool, but it was way too obvious what I was doing. My shorts were untied, my legs spread wide, and I was facing the damn door for Christ’s sake. What the fuck was I thinking?
Blake just kept laughing, clearly amused, not bothered at all. “We can do that later,” he said, grinning as he leaned against the doorframe. “Let’s grab some food and go explore.”
At first, I didn’t even register what he said—I was just relieved he wasn’t making a big deal out of it. Blake had always been easygoing, and it didn’t seem like he actually saw anything. My dick was still tucked inside my shorts, just untied enough to give me a little room to move. But then, his words started to sink in.
We can do that later.
Wait… WE?
What did he mean by “we”? My mind started racing. Did he mean we could jerk off together? Was he suggesting something? Or did he just mean we could do it separately, like it was no big deal? My brain went into overdrive trying to figure it out, the possibilities spinning in my head.
I could still feel the heat of my half-hard cock pressing against my shorts as I scrambled to tie them back up, trying to act like none of this had phased me. But Blake’s words kept echoing in my mind. We can do that later.
As I followed him into the kitchen, I tried to break the tension by saying, “I was just itching an itch down there.”
Blake laughed as he rummaged through the fridge. “Sure, man. Must have been a strong itch,” he teased, not missing a beat.
I chuckled awkwardly, trying to laugh it off but still feeling the tension. “What did you think I was doing?” I asked, my voice more casual than I felt, trying to feel out the situation.
Blake turned to face me, still grinning. “Looked like you were going to town on yourself,” he said, almost too casually.
I laughed, but I was nervous, and I could feel my heart racing. My brain was tired of trying to figure out whether he knew exactly what he was doing or if he was oblivious. So, before I could stop myself, I blurted out, “Then why did you say ‘we’ could do that later? Are ‘we’ going to jerk off later… together or something?”
My confidence faltered as the words left my mouth, but I needed to know.
Blake laughed again, shaking his head. “Dude, I said what I said. It’s whatever. Stop overthinking shit; he paused to chuckle before adding, “I can always tell when your brain’s doing that thing where you try to figure out all the possible meanings or ways a situation can go. Just relax.”
I stared at him, trying to process it. Blake had always been hard to read, but something about the way he said that—casual but with an edge—left me wondering if I was reading into this the right way. I grabbed a bottle of water, trying to focus on anything else, but his words kept running through my head as I leaned against the counter.
‘It’s whatever…’
Shit, I was doing it again.
Blake closed the fridge and turned to me, grinning as if nothing had happened. “So, what’s the plan? Are we going on a hike, or are we taking the four-wheelers?”
I shook off what had just happened, trying to refocus. “We could do whatever. We’d need to walk up to the workshop and grab the four-wheelers if that’s what you want to do, or we could hike around. It’s up to you.”
Blake thought about it for a second before nodding. “The four-wheelers sound fun. Is there a good spot to watch the sunset? Maybe we could end up there?”
I grinned, appreciating that he wanted to make the most of the evening. “Yeah, there are a couple spots. We can go up to the top of the hills. There’s a little clearing in the trees on the backside, perfect for sunsets.”
Blake raised an eyebrow, glancing down at his bare chest. “Do I need to throw on a shirt or change shorts?”
I laughed, shaking my head. “Not unless you want to. I’m just going to wear my swimsuit.”
He shrugged, satisfied with the answer, and we both got ready. I grabbed a small backpack and threw in some water bottles, a couple of beers, and a few snack bars. Once we were set, we headed out, both of us just wearing our shorts and trainers.
The air was warm as we made our way toward the workshop, and the sun was already starting to dip lower in the sky. It felt good to be out there, and the tension of earlier was starting to fade as we got ready for the ride.
We started walking up towards the workshop, and as we got closer, I noticed the door was left wide open. My gut immediately tightened, and out of habit, I turned to Blake. “Hang on a sec, wait here.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Why? What’s up?”
“Someone left the door open,” I said, my voice more serious than I intended. “It’s never left open.”
Blake just laughed, brushing it off like it was no big deal. “Dude, we’re in the middle of nowhere, on a private island. Bobby probably just forgot to shut it. He was here earlier, right?”
I paused, trying to take that in. Bobby was here earlier, getting things ready for us, but he never left things unlocked, let alone wide open. That’s when I remembered Bobby did mention Robert, his son, was around somewhere fixing something. And Robert? He was the kind of guy who’d definitely leave a door open. Bobby was always on him about being scattered, leaving tools lying around, and forgetting to lock up.
Blake saw me thinking and piped in again. “Seriously, man, relax. We’re not in some crime-ridden area. It’s just us here.”
I exhaled, letting out a laugh, and forced myself to relax a little. “Yeah, you’re right. I’m probably just overthinking it.”
But the second we stepped inside the workshop, I noticed something else—there was only one four-wheeler where there were supposed to be two. My gut clenched again, but this time, I tried to push it aside. That must be what Bobby said Robert was fixing, I told myself, trying not to let the unease creep back in.
I glanced at Blake, who was completely unfazed. He was already checking out the four-wheeler, ready to get going. “Guess Robert’s working on the other one,” I said, more to convince myself than him.
Blake grinned and hopped onto the one we had, pretend revving the engine with a quick laugh. “Well, one’s all we need, right?”
I smiled, trying to shake off the feeling again. “Yeah, let’s do this. You’re in the back, though.”
Blake just laughed as he slid back on the seat, “I prefer being big spoon anyways.”
I hopped on the four-wheeler, started it up, and checked the gas and all the other gauges. Everything looked good—the tank was full, which made me believe Robert had left the door open, probably while working on the other four-wheeler. That thought eased my nerves a little.
I slowly backed out of the workshop through the large garage door, and Blake hopped off for a second to close it before climbing back on.
Now, if you’ve never been on a four-wheeler, let me say the seat is relatively small. With two people riding, you’ve got no choice but to be pretty close. Really close.
Blake’s muscular thighs, bare thanks to the small swim trunks he was rocking, were pressed up against either side of mine. His chest, also bare, was warm against my back. As we started up the small hill behind the workshop, heading into the open land behind the main property, Blake wrapped his thick, veiny arms around my waist, his hands resting firmly against my abs.
The whole thing was pretty casual, but with every bump and jostle of the ride, I couldn’t help but notice how tight we were pressed together. At one point, I felt something rubbing against my lower back. I tried to tell myself it was just his shorts, not to overthink it, and definitely not to get too excited. But with Blake this close, his body against mine, it was hard to keep my mind from wandering.
I shifted slightly, trying to focus on the trail ahead as the four-wheeler hummed beneath us. The landscape opened up as we hit the trail, but my mind was still back on the feeling of Blake’s chest, his thighs, and the slight pressure at my back.
We rode around the island for a while, and I gave Blake the full tour, showing him all the little nooks and crannies that made this place special to me. We passed the old boathouse, the stretch of trees that gave us all the privacy we needed, and the rolling hills covered in tall grasses and wildflowers. We stopped a few times, stretched our legs, and took in the views. It was peaceful, the kind of place that always grounded me.
Blake stayed quiet for the most part, listening as I shared bits of my history and memories that tied me to this place. It wasn’t anything special to him, but to me, it meant everything.
There wasn’t anything overtly sexual about riding around together. It just felt… right. Blake and I had been close friends for a while, but lately, we’d gotten really close. We’d shared just about everything, from problems to secrets to workouts that involved us being nearly naked most of the time. And honestly? It wasn’t weird. In fact, it felt natural. Here we were, riding around on my favorite island, our bodies close, and none of it felt off. There wasn’t a single awkward moment. It felt easy.
That’s when it started to hit me. The realization that had been building for a while.
Blake was the one who started us working out in our jocks. He was the one who suggested I join him. After that, he suggested we keep doing it. There was the time he admitted to getting a chub mid-workout, and I had just brushed it off as no big deal. Then there was the fact that he started buying even smaller jocks, more revealing than the ones we started with. He even started wearing a fucking cock ring and asked if I’d noticed.
All those moments suddenly stacked up in my mind, clear as day. He’d admitted to checking me out. And then there was that conversation in the truck on the way here—Blake saying he was trying to be more open-minded about things, even about stuff of a sexual nature. And finally, today, in the bedroom—he said, “WE can do that later,” when referring to jerking off. Not I, but WE.
I was done overthinking it. Blake was an intelligent guy—he couldn’t have been oblivious to all the signs he was putting out there. He had to know. He had to want this just as much as I did.
I wasn’t sure why it hadn’t clicked sooner. But right now, with the warmth of his body pressed against mine, the weight of his arms around my waist, and the way everything just felt easy, I couldn’t shake the thought. All those little signs, all those small moments—they weren’t just accidents. They meant something. And for the first time, I wasn’t going to second-guess it.
Blake wasn’t just testing the waters anymore. He was showing me, in his own way, that he was in. That he was open to whatever was going to happen between us.
I wasn’t going to question it anymore.
We pulled up to the clearing I had told him about earlier, the perfect spot to watch the sunset. I positioned the four-wheeler sideways so we could both lean back against it, facing the horizon. The air had cooled a little, the breeze light as it rustled through the trees. Blake and I popped open the two beers we brought, clinking the bottles together with casual “cheers,” and settled in to take in the view.
The sky was a masterpiece of color—those clouds that looked like teddy bears and dinosaurs had started to turn pink and orange, their soft edges catching the last rays of sunlight. Ahead of us, the sun was slowly dipping behind the mountains, painting the sky in a bright, fiery orange-pink that spread out across the horizon.
Blake wrapped his arm around my shoulder, pulling me closer. “Holy shit, dude. This is probably one of the best sunsets I’ve ever seen,” he said, his voice quiet but full of awe.
I leaned into him, the moment feeling so natural, so easy. But then, without even thinking, before my brain had time to process what my body was doing, I turned my chest toward him. My hands moved to either side of his neck, my fingers threading gently through the hair at the back of his head. My thumbs rested just behind his jaw as I tilted my head, and before I knew it, our lips touched.
Have you ever done something so shocking to yourself that you almost don’t even recognize that you’re doing it? You put yourself out there so far, and it’s like time stops. The moment drags on, and in that space, you start freaking out, thinking, “Oh shit!” but you’ve lost control of your movements, and you’re just stuck… This wasn’t one of those moments, not exactly.
The next thing I knew, I heard Blake’s beer hit the ground, the liquid splashing up on my leg as the bottle hit the grass. But he didn’t pull away. In fact, Blake turned toward me, his hands finding their way to my neck, just like mine were on his. And he was kissing me back. Slowly, almost as if unsure at first, like he was feeling it out. But for a second, he was right there with me.
And then, just as quickly as it started, he began to pull away. At first, it was slow, like he didn’t fully register what was happening. But then it seemed to hit him all at once—what just happened, what he had just been a part of. He leaned back, his lips parting from mine, and let out a small, nervous chuckle.
He rubbed the back of his neck with one hand, his other covering his mouth. He didn’t look at me, though. His eyes were fixed on the ground as if he were trying to figure out what the hell had just happened.
I didn’t know what to say. My heart was racing, his taste still on my lips. But I couldn’t read him—whether he was freaking out or just trying to process it like I was.
For a second, Blake didn’t say anything, just staring at the ground, rubbing the back of his neck. My heart was still racing, the taste of his lips lingering in a way that made my head spin. I waited, unsure of what was going through his mind.
Then, as casually as if nothing had happened, Blake finally spoke, though he still wasn’t looking at me. “So… what do you think for dinner? We could grill or check what’s in the fridge.” His voice was even, but something felt off. He was brushing it off like the kiss was just a blip. My heart sank a little, wondering if I’d just made a colossal mistake.
“Uh… dinner?” I said, trying to play it cool, but my mind was still racing, stuck on the moment that had just passed between us.
Blake nodded, glancing at me briefly before turning his eyes back to the sunset. “Yeah, I’m starving. We could get the grill going or maybe make something quick.”
I stared at him, trying to make sense of it. My chest tightened, and for a second, I thought I’d completely misread everything. Maybe Blake really was just playing it off; perhaps that kiss didn’t mean what I thought it did.
But before I could process it further, something shifted in his body language. He dropped the casual act, the tension suddenly palpable again. Without warning, Blake turned toward me, his hand moving to my face as his fingers slid to the back of my neck, mirroring what I had done before. And then, before I could react, he kissed me again.
This time, it wasn’t careful or hesitant. It was urgent as if he had been holding back the whole time. His grip was firm, his breath hot against my lips, and all the doubt I had about what just happened disappeared. Blake wanted this. He wasn’t brushing it off anymore.
The kiss was electric and raw, taking me by surprise. My hand found his chest, my fingers curling into the warmth of his skin, and I felt the beat of his heart against my palm. For a moment, everything else faded away—the sunset, the island, the thoughts running wild in my head. It was just him and me.
Then, just as quickly as it started, Blake pulled back, breathing a little heavier, his eyes meeting mine with a mix of emotion I couldn’t quite read. He took a moment, then quietly asked, “So… what’s next?”
I couldn’t help it—I laughed, the sound escaping before I even thought about it. Blake looked at me, confused, until I finally spoke. “Well, first, we have to get back to the house before it gets completely dark. These four-wheelers don’t exactly have the best headlights, you know.”
He blinked, then broke into a grin, shaking his head. “Of course, that’s what you’d say,” he said, but I could see the relief in his eyes. The tension dissolved into something lighter, something easier.
“Hey, priorities,” I teased, giving him a playful shove. I got back on the four-wheeler and looked over my shoulder, my eyes catching his. “But after that… we’ll figure it out.”
Blake laughed, climbing on behind me, his arms wrapping around my waist like before. This time, though, it felt different. It felt right. The tension from the TWO kisses was still there, but it wasn’t the awkward kind—it was anticipation like we were both on the same page now.
As we started back toward the house, the fading light casting long shadows over the hills, I knew two things for sure: first, I was right, and he did want this. Second, we’d just crossed a line we weren’t going to be able to ignore. And whatever came next? I was ready for it.
End Chapter Five
Excellent story. Love the build up. Eagerly await next installment!
