Adventures with my Personal Trainer
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Chapter Six: Sunset* Jocks
Our ride back to the house was more charged than anything we’d done in the gym or anything else before. The kiss had changed things. Without a doubt, his dick was harder now—even if Blake was still wearing that cock ring, it was more than that. Mine was too. His crotch pressed firmly against my ass as we wound through the hills, and it felt like he was leaning in closer, no longer bothering with slight subtleties. His grip was firmer, his body tighter against mine.
His arms wrapped around me differently this time—one hand resting high on my chest, his fingers brushing my collarbone, while his other hand settled low, almost in my lap. The warmth of him at my back, his hand shifting slightly as he settled in, sent a rush through me that made it hard to concentrate. Each move, each slight adjustment, drew us closer together.
A couple of times, I swallowed hard, my pulse quickening for reasons that had nothing to do with the trail ahead. The engine rumbled beneath us, each roar vibrating through my body—from my hands on the handlebars, down my chest, through my abs, and lower. The steady hum of the machine seemed to amplify everything—the warmth of Blake’s body, his grip around me, and the intimate press of his crotch against my ass.
The vibrations coursed through me, lighting up nerves I didn’t even know were that sensitive. They traveled down my thighs, through my junk, teasing me in a way that was almost unbearable. Each shift in my seat caused my cock to swell, the vibrations making the head rub against my swimsuit, sending jolts of pleasure through me—like someone teasing the head while edging you, just enough to drive you crazy.
Blake’s body was reacting, too. I could feel his dick pressing against me, pulsing with each rumble of the engine, growing harder with every turn, with every bump in the trail. His arms tightened around my waist, and I knew he felt it just as much as I did. His chest rose and fell faster against my back, his breath hot against my neck. The low buzz of the engine pulsed between us, making every point of contact electric, every inch of skin more alive.
It wasn’t just the ride anymore—it was the heat between us, the vibrations that made every nerve spark, the feel of Blake’s body holding mine. His hand, the one resting lower, brushed dangerously close to my lap, and it was all I could think about.
I leaned into him, feeling his arms secure around me, his body pressing tighter against mine. Whatever this was between us—it was real, and it felt too good to question. As I steered us back to the house, the night settling around us, I let go of all the overthinking. Blake wasn’t holding back anymore, and neither was I. He knew he had my full attention, and I knew I had his.
We pulled up to the house, parking the four-wheeler out front. By now, the sun had completely dipped behind the mountains, and the first stars were starting to break through the twilight, dotting the sky above. The sky was still bright colors of pink and orange, but the purple was slowly creeping in from the east. The air was cooler, the day giving way to the crisp night, and it felt like everything had changed.
Blake climbed off the four-wheeler, stretching for a moment as he glanced at me with a grin. “That was great,” he said, his voice carrying an excitement that mirrored everything I felt. My eyes trailed downward for just a second—his bulge in his swimsuit was bigger than I’d ever seen it. It was getting dark, but I swear I could make out a dark stain about the size of a golf ball where the head of his dick pressed tight against the fabric.
Not that I was taking all the credit for the precum or the way he was swollen now. Straddling a machine that vibrated with a thousand cc’s of power, even the most resolute guy would in our situation would have a tough time not getting a little hard. Hell, I was sporting a decent chub myself, and I could feel my own stain to match his—an undeniable reminder of everything that had just passed between us.
Blake walked up the path to the front door, and I followed, my eyes not quite leaving his body. As soon as we were inside, he made a beeline for the backyard, and without saying a word, dove straight into the pool. The splash echoed across the yard, and right on cue, all the landscape lights flickered on, casting a soft glow over the scene. The flowers, bushes, and trees around the pool were bathed in the light, illuminating Blake as he surfaced, water cascading down his muscular frame.
The lights were on a dusk-to-dawn timer—I knew that—but it couldn’t have been timed better if I’d planned it myself. Blake’s laughter echoed across the yard, carefree, and he glanced back at me, his eyes glinting in the fresh glow.
I followed him out, stopping at the edge of the pool and watching as Blake surfaced, pushing his wet hair back. He looked up at me with a broad grin. “So, what’s the plan for tonight?” he asked, still catching his breath. “Are we actually gonna get that fire going, or are you too uptight to even take a minute to chill first?”
I smirked, shaking my head. “Gonna keep giving me shit, huh? We still need to get the firewood together, and then we can think about grilling.”
Blake floated effortlessly on his back, his body spreading out across the water. His chest rose and fell with each breath, the muscles of his torso outlined in the dim light as water rippled around him. His arms lay out to the side, his fingertips barely brushing the surface as he closed his eyes for a moment, a lazy smile playing on his lips. His bulge, prominent even as he floated, moved gently with each small wave, the tight fabric clinging to him. He looked completely at ease—like he belonged there, like nothing in the world could touch him.
“Always with the plan, man,” he finally said, his voice teasing. “We’ve got all night. We can get to it whenever.” He turned his head slightly, just enough to catch my eye, his grin widening. “You should try relaxing for once. Maybe skip the checklist for a change.”
I rolled my eyes, but couldn’t help laughing. “Maybe if you actually did something besides floating around, I wouldn’t have to keep us on track.”
Blake swam over to the edge, leaning his elbows on the side of the pool. “Oh, I see how it is. You’re the taskmaster, keeping me in line.” He gave me a mock salute, smirking. “Lieutenant, yes, Sir! I’ll gather the wood and grill the steaks, lieutenant!”
I shook my head with a grin. “It’s Major, not lieutenant. But ‘sir’ works just fine,” I said, giving him a playful look.
Blake raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening. “Oh, is that right? Major Sir? Whatever you say, boss!” He made another exaggerated salute, his tone dripping with sarcasm, clearly egging me on.
I grinned, stepping closer to the edge, my eyes narrowing playfully. “Careful, Blake. Keep it up, and I’ll make you call me ‘sir’ for real.”
Blake’s grin only grew, and he let out a loud, exaggerated “Woo hoo, sir, yes, Major Sir!” He kept at it, laughing as he made another mocking salute, pushing me on purpose.
That was all I needed. Without another word, I took a quick step back, then dove into the pool, aiming right for Blake. Before he could react, I wrapped my arms around his legs and dunked him underwater.
I surfaced, laughter bubbling up as I shook the water out of my hair. A second later, Blake came up, spluttering and grinning, wiping his face. “Oh, shit, so that’s how it’s gonna be, huh?” he said, his voice full of challenge.
I shrugged, a smile still on my face. “You were asking for it.”
Blake shook his head, a glint of mischief in his eyes. “Alright, alright. Let’s see what you got then.”
We splashed around, laughter echoing in the quiet night air as we wrestled in the pool. After my initial takedown, Blake lunged at me, aiming to dunk me, his hands coming down hard on my shoulders. I felt the weight of his push, but I managed to twist just enough, shoving him off before he could get me underwater. He laughed, his eyes locked on mine with a spark of determination. He wasn’t done.
Before I could react, Blake slipped behind me, his strong arms wrapping around my torso, slipping under mine and then pulling tight behind my head. His chest pressed against my back, his grip snug as he pulled me closer. He was laughing as he spoke, his breath hot against my ear. “You’re in trouble now,” he teased, his voice filled with a mix of triumph and playfulness.
He wasn’t wrong—Blake was definitely stronger than me, his muscles hard and his grip firm. But what he didn’t know was that I had plenty of training in hand-to-hand combat. If I wanted to end this, I could’ve done it in a second, but there was no fun in that. Besides, what gay man wouldn’t want to keep wrestling with a guy like Blake? His body was tight against mine, and I could feel every flex of his muscles, every laugh vibrating through his chest.
“Alright, alright, you got me,” I said, letting out a laugh, my body relaxing in his hold just for a second—just enough to let him dunk me under the water.
As soon as I felt the water rush over my head, I decided it was time to change the game. I thrust my body straight down, slipping out of his grip as I twisted beneath the surface. Blake was left standing there, looking confused as I moved underwater. I swam between his legs, feeling his thighs on either side of me, and then I grabbed the back of his swimsuit, giving it a hard yank upwards.
I pushed off the pool floor, surfacing behind him, and wrapped my arm around his neck, pulling him into a loose headlock. He was still laughing, his body twisting as he tried to break free.
Blake let out a yelp, half-laughing, half-groaning as I pulled his swim trunks up, the material wedging between his cheeks. His trunks were short, not super tight but hugging his body in all the right places. As I yanked up, they rode high, the fabric disappearing between his firm ass, accentuating the curves of his cheeks. It was a sight to behold—his muscular body twisting as the shorts bunched up, leaving almost nothing to the imagination. Blake’s face flushed slightly as he struggled, still laughing, and I couldn’t help but grin at his reaction.
“Oh, so that’s how it is, huh?” he said, his voice full of challenge. His hands reached up, trying to pry my arm away, but I held firm, keeping it playful yet just tight enough to remind him who was in control now.
“Say it again,” I teased, my voice low, the smile evident in my tone.
Blake squirmed, trying to pull at my arm, but he finally gave in, chuckling. “Alright, alright… Sir!” he said, the word dripping with mock compliance. “You happy now, sir?”
“Damn right I am,” I said, laughing as I loosened my grip, finally letting him go.
Blake spun around, still chuckling, his hands immediately going to his trunks to adjust them, pulling the wedged fabric back into place with a groan. “You’re a real piece of work, you know that?” he said, shaking his head as he fixed himself.
I just grinned, not bothering to hide my satisfaction. “You asked for it.”
He gave me a playful glare, but the intensity of the wrestling was done. We splashed at each other a little, both of us laughing, the adrenaline slowly ebbing away. The splashing turned softer, more like a couple of kids messing around than anything serious. The night settled in around us, and the laughter echoed through the quiet, both of us finally catching our breath.
I lay back, letting my body float on the water, my eyes drifting up to the stars above. The coolness of the pool felt incredible against my skin, and for a moment, I was completely relaxed, my mind clear. I heard Blake moving through the water, then the sound of his feet on the steps as he walked up and out.
He moved over to the edge of the pool, right where I had been standing earlier, and looked down at me with a smirk. “So, are you just gonna lay there all night, or are you actually gonna help me with some of this stuff?” he called, amusement in his voice. He laughed as he added, “We still gotta get the wood for the fire and get dinner going, remember?”
I gave him a playful dirty look, not bothering to move just yet. “You’re already asking for it again, aren’t you?” I said, narrowing my eyes.
Blake just laughed, shrugging his shoulders. “I’d love it if you actually helped out a little, you know—act like you care,” he said, his voice dripping with mock seriousness, a grin spreading across his face.
I splashed a bit of water in his direction. “Relax, man, we’ve got all night,” I said, mimicking his earlier words in a mocking tone.
He rolled his eyes, but I could see the grin still tugging at his lips. “Yeah, yeah. I’m gonna go change and get started on dinner,” he said, walking toward the steps. “Think you can manage to grab some wood, or is that asking too much, Major?”
I stayed floating, looking up at the sky. “Sir, yes, sir,” I replied in a mocking voice.
I heard him chuckle, and then suddenly something heavy hit me square in the chest. The wet slap of fabric startled me, and I grabbed at the unknown object with my hand. It was Blake’s swim trunks—heavy with water and still warm from his body.
My eyes shot up so fast, I might have given myself whiplash if I’d moved any faster. Blake was already walking away, completely naked, his bare ass on full display as he headed toward the stairs. The landscape lights cast a soft, almost ethereal glow on his body, each beam highlighting the defined lines of his muscles, the broadness of his shoulders tapering down to the perfect curve of his back. His skin glistened under the lights, the water droplets catching the light and gliding down his toned frame.
My eyes were glued to the sight of his ass—two firm, muscular cheeks that flexed with every step, the slight bounce only adding to the magnetic pull my gaze had on him. No matter how many times I had seen his bare ass during our workouts, it never got old. There was something about the way it shifted subtly, the way it looked so smooth yet powerful, that always caught my attention and held it there.
His legs, thick and powerful, carried him up the steps with an effortless grace, each step making the muscles in his calves and thighs flex under his skin. The smoothness of his skin, the way his ass moved in sync with the rest of his body—it all felt like it was deliberately taunting me.
And as much as I stared, sadly I never managed to see his dick that has alluded me for so long. He never fully turned around; he knew exactly how to leave me wanting more, giving just enough to keep me guessing but never quite enough to satisfy the curiosity.
Once he was out of sight, I closed my mouth and I let out a laugh, shaking my head in disbelief. “Such a fucking tease,” I muttered to myself, still floating on my back, a grin spreading across my face. No matter how many times I see his ass it still gets me.
It was now clear Blake knew exactly what he was doing, and whatever this game was he was playing, it was just getting started. Damn if I wasn’t ready to play. And I’m going to win!
End Part One
Our ride back to the house was more charged than anything we’d done in the gym or anything else before. The kiss had changed things. Without a doubt, his dick was harder now—even if Blake was still wearing that cock ring, it was more than that. Mine was too. His crotch pressed firmly against my ass as we wound through the hills, and it felt like he was leaning in closer, no longer bothering with slight subtleties. His grip was firmer, his body tighter against mine.
His arms wrapped around me differently this time—one hand resting high on my chest, his fingers brushing my collarbone, while his other hand settled low, almost in my lap. The warmth of him at my back, his hand shifting slightly as he settled in, sent a rush through me that made it hard to concentrate. Each move, each slight adjustment, drew us closer together.
A couple of times, I swallowed hard, my pulse quickening for reasons that had nothing to do with the trail ahead. The engine rumbled beneath us, each roar vibrating through my body—from my hands on the handlebars, down my chest, through my abs, and lower. The steady hum of the machine seemed to amplify everything—the warmth of Blake’s body, his grip around me, and the intimate press of his crotch against my ass.
The vibrations coursed through me, lighting up nerves I didn’t even know were that sensitive. They traveled down my thighs, through my junk, teasing me in a way that was almost unbearable. Each shift in my seat caused my cock to swell, the vibrations making the head rub against my swimsuit, sending jolts of pleasure through me—like someone teasing the head while edging you, just enough to drive you crazy.
Blake’s body was reacting, too. I could feel his dick pressing against me, pulsing with each rumble of the engine, growing harder with every turn, with every bump in the trail. His arms tightened around my waist, and I knew he felt it just as much as I did. His chest rose and fell faster against my back, his breath hot against my neck. The low buzz of the engine pulsed between us, making every point of contact electric, every inch of skin more alive.
It wasn’t just the ride anymore—it was the heat between us, the vibrations that made every nerve spark, the feel of Blake’s body holding mine. His hand, the one resting lower, brushed dangerously close to my lap, and it was all I could think about.
I leaned into him, feeling his arms secure around me, his body pressing tighter against mine. Whatever this was between us—it was real, and it felt too good to question. As I steered us back to the house, the night settling around us, I let go of all the overthinking. Blake wasn’t holding back anymore, and neither was I. He knew he had my full attention, and I knew I had his.
We pulled up to the house, parking the four-wheeler out front. By now, the sun had completely dipped behind the mountains, and the first stars were starting to break through the twilight, dotting the sky above. The sky was still bright colors of pink and orange, but the purple was slowly creeping in from the east. The air was cooler, the day giving way to the crisp night, and it felt like everything had changed.
Blake climbed off the four-wheeler, stretching for a moment as he glanced at me with a grin. “That was great,” he said, his voice carrying an excitement that mirrored everything I felt. My eyes trailed downward for just a second—his bulge in his swimsuit was bigger than I’d ever seen it. It was getting dark, but I swear I could make out a dark stain about the size of a golf ball where the head of his dick pressed tight against the fabric.
Not that I was taking all the credit for the precum or the way he was swollen now. Straddling a machine that vibrated with a thousand cc’s of power, even the most resolute guy would in our situation would have a tough time not getting a little hard. Hell, I was sporting a decent chub myself, and I could feel my own stain to match his—an undeniable reminder of everything that had just passed between us.
Blake walked up the path to the front door, and I followed, my eyes not quite leaving his body. As soon as we were inside, he made a beeline for the backyard, and without saying a word, dove straight into the pool. The splash echoed across the yard, and right on cue, all the landscape lights flickered on, casting a soft glow over the scene. The flowers, bushes, and trees around the pool were bathed in the light, illuminating Blake as he surfaced, water cascading down his muscular frame.
The lights were on a dusk-to-dawn timer—I knew that—but it couldn’t have been timed better if I’d planned it myself. Blake’s laughter echoed across the yard, carefree, and he glanced back at me, his eyes glinting in the fresh glow.
I followed him out, stopping at the edge of the pool and watching as Blake surfaced, pushing his wet hair back. He looked up at me with a broad grin. “So, what’s the plan for tonight?” he asked, still catching his breath. “Are we actually gonna get that fire going, or are you too uptight to even take a minute to chill first?”
I smirked, shaking my head. “Gonna keep giving me shit, huh? We still need to get the firewood together, and then we can think about grilling.”
Blake floated effortlessly on his back, his body spreading out across the water. His chest rose and fell with each breath, the muscles of his torso outlined in the dim light as water rippled around him. His arms lay out to the side, his fingertips barely brushing the surface as he closed his eyes for a moment, a lazy smile playing on his lips. His bulge, prominent even as he floated, moved gently with each small wave, the tight fabric clinging to him. He looked completely at ease—like he belonged there, like nothing in the world could touch him.
“Always with the plan, man,” he finally said, his voice teasing. “We’ve got all night. We can get to it whenever.” He turned his head slightly, just enough to catch my eye, his grin widening. “You should try relaxing for once. Maybe skip the checklist for a change.”
I rolled my eyes, but couldn’t help laughing. “Maybe if you actually did something besides floating around, I wouldn’t have to keep us on track.”
Blake swam over to the edge, leaning his elbows on the side of the pool. “Oh, I see how it is. You’re the taskmaster, keeping me in line.” He gave me a mock salute, smirking. “Lieutenant, yes, Sir! I’ll gather the wood and grill the steaks, lieutenant!”
I shook my head with a grin. “It’s Major, not lieutenant. But ‘sir’ works just fine,” I said, giving him a playful look.
Blake raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening. “Oh, is that right? Major Sir? Whatever you say, boss!” He made another exaggerated salute, his tone dripping with sarcasm, clearly egging me on.
I grinned, stepping closer to the edge, my eyes narrowing playfully. “Careful, Blake. Keep it up, and I’ll make you call me ‘sir’ for real.”
Blake’s grin only grew, and he let out a loud, exaggerated “Woo hoo, sir, yes, Major Sir!” He kept at it, laughing as he made another mocking salute, pushing me on purpose.
That was all I needed. Without another word, I took a quick step back, then dove into the pool, aiming right for Blake. Before he could react, I wrapped my arms around his legs and dunked him underwater.
I surfaced, laughter bubbling up as I shook the water out of my hair. A second later, Blake came up, spluttering and grinning, wiping his face. “Oh, shit, so that’s how it’s gonna be, huh?” he said, his voice full of challenge.
I shrugged, a smile still on my face. “You were asking for it.”
Blake shook his head, a glint of mischief in his eyes. “Alright, alright. Let’s see what you got then.”
We splashed around, laughter echoing in the quiet night air as we wrestled in the pool. After my initial takedown, Blake lunged at me, aiming to dunk me, his hands coming down hard on my shoulders. I felt the weight of his push, but I managed to twist just enough, shoving him off before he could get me underwater. He laughed, his eyes locked on mine with a spark of determination. He wasn’t done.
Before I could react, Blake slipped behind me, his strong arms wrapping around my torso, slipping under mine and then pulling tight behind my head. His chest pressed against my back, his grip snug as he pulled me closer. He was laughing as he spoke, his breath hot against my ear. “You’re in trouble now,” he teased, his voice filled with a mix of triumph and playfulness.
He wasn’t wrong—Blake was definitely stronger than me, his muscles hard and his grip firm. But what he didn’t know was that I had plenty of training in hand-to-hand combat. If I wanted to end this, I could’ve done it in a second, but there was no fun in that. Besides, what gay man wouldn’t want to keep wrestling with a guy like Blake? His body was tight against mine, and I could feel every flex of his muscles, every laugh vibrating through his chest.
“Alright, alright, you got me,” I said, letting out a laugh, my body relaxing in his hold just for a second—just enough to let him dunk me under the water.
As soon as I felt the water rush over my head, I decided it was time to change the game. I thrust my body straight down, slipping out of his grip as I twisted beneath the surface. Blake was left standing there, looking confused as I moved underwater. I swam between his legs, feeling his thighs on either side of me, and then I grabbed the back of his swimsuit, giving it a hard yank upwards.
I pushed off the pool floor, surfacing behind him, and wrapped my arm around his neck, pulling him into a loose headlock. He was still laughing, his body twisting as he tried to break free.
Blake let out a yelp, half-laughing, half-groaning as I pulled his swim trunks up, the material wedging between his cheeks. His trunks were short, not super tight but hugging his body in all the right places. As I yanked up, they rode high, the fabric disappearing between his firm ass, accentuating the curves of his cheeks. It was a sight to behold—his muscular body twisting as the shorts bunched up, leaving almost nothing to the imagination. Blake’s face flushed slightly as he struggled, still laughing, and I couldn’t help but grin at his reaction.
“Oh, so that’s how it is, huh?” he said, his voice full of challenge. His hands reached up, trying to pry my arm away, but I held firm, keeping it playful yet just tight enough to remind him who was in control now.
“Say it again,” I teased, my voice low, the smile evident in my tone.
Blake squirmed, trying to pull at my arm, but he finally gave in, chuckling. “Alright, alright… Sir!” he said, the word dripping with mock compliance. “You happy now, sir?”
“Damn right I am,” I said, laughing as I loosened my grip, finally letting him go.
Blake spun around, still chuckling, his hands immediately going to his trunks to adjust them, pulling the wedged fabric back into place with a groan. “You’re a real piece of work, you know that?” he said, shaking his head as he fixed himself.
I just grinned, not bothering to hide my satisfaction. “You asked for it.”
He gave me a playful glare, but the intensity of the wrestling was done. We splashed at each other a little, both of us laughing, the adrenaline slowly ebbing away. The splashing turned softer, more like a couple of kids messing around than anything serious. The night settled in around us, and the laughter echoed through the quiet, both of us finally catching our breath.
I lay back, letting my body float on the water, my eyes drifting up to the stars above. The coolness of the pool felt incredible against my skin, and for a moment, I was completely relaxed, my mind clear. I heard Blake moving through the water, then the sound of his feet on the steps as he walked up and out.
He moved over to the edge of the pool, right where I had been standing earlier, and looked down at me with a smirk. “So, are you just gonna lay there all night, or are you actually gonna help me with some of this stuff?” he called, amusement in his voice. He laughed as he added, “We still gotta get the wood for the fire and get dinner going, remember?”
I gave him a playful dirty look, not bothering to move just yet. “You’re already asking for it again, aren’t you?” I said, narrowing my eyes.
Blake just laughed, shrugging his shoulders. “I’d love it if you actually helped out a little, you know—act like you care,” he said, his voice dripping with mock seriousness, a grin spreading across his face.
I splashed a bit of water in his direction. “Relax, man, we’ve got all night,” I said, mimicking his earlier words in a mocking tone.
He rolled his eyes, but I could see the grin still tugging at his lips. “Yeah, yeah. I’m gonna go change and get started on dinner,” he said, walking toward the steps. “Think you can manage to grab some wood, or is that asking too much, Major?”
I stayed floating, looking up at the sky. “Sir, yes, sir,” I replied in a mocking voice.
I heard him chuckle, and then suddenly something heavy hit me square in the chest. The wet slap of fabric startled me, and I grabbed at the unknown object with my hand. It was Blake’s swim trunks—heavy with water and still warm from his body.
My eyes shot up so fast, I might have given myself whiplash if I’d moved any faster. Blake was already walking away, completely naked, his bare ass on full display as he headed toward the stairs. The landscape lights cast a soft, almost ethereal glow on his body, each beam highlighting the defined lines of his muscles, the broadness of his shoulders tapering down to the perfect curve of his back. His skin glistened under the lights, the water droplets catching the light and gliding down his toned frame.
My eyes were glued to the sight of his ass—two firm, muscular cheeks that flexed with every step, the slight bounce only adding to the magnetic pull my gaze had on him. No matter how many times I had seen his bare ass during our workouts, it never got old. There was something about the way it shifted subtly, the way it looked so smooth yet powerful, that always caught my attention and held it there.
His legs, thick and powerful, carried him up the steps with an effortless grace, each step making the muscles in his calves and thighs flex under his skin. The smoothness of his skin, the way his ass moved in sync with the rest of his body—it all felt like it was deliberately taunting me.
And as much as I stared, sadly I never managed to see his dick that has alluded me for so long. He never fully turned around; he knew exactly how to leave me wanting more, giving just enough to keep me guessing but never quite enough to satisfy the curiosity.
Once he was out of sight, I closed my mouth and I let out a laugh, shaking my head in disbelief. “Such a fucking tease,” I muttered to myself, still floating on my back, a grin spreading across my face. No matter how many times I see his ass it still gets me.
It was now clear Blake knew exactly what he was doing, and whatever this game was he was playing, it was just getting started. Damn if I wasn’t ready to play. And I’m going to win!
End Part One
Chapter Six Continued…
I climbed out of the pool, water streaming down my body, and instantly realized I was half-chubbed. My trunks clung tightly to me, and my dick was undeniably noticeable. I instinctively reached down to adjust things, trying to make it less obvious, but then I stopped. Why bother? Blake knew, and I knew he knew. There was no point in hiding it now. So I let it be, leaving my half-hard cock to wobble in my wet trunks as I slipped on my shoes, ready to take care of the firewood.
The night had fully settled in, darkness surrounding the house as I walked over to the stack of firewood behind it. I used my phone’s flashlight to navigate—just for the record, this was exactly why I wanted to get this done earlier before it was pitch black. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to swim; I just preferred handling the firewood before night fell.
I gathered up what I needed—about four medium-sized logs. We weren’t doing a massive bonfire, just enough to keep the fire burning while we had a few drinks after dinner. With my hands full, I walked around the side of the house to the front yard, where the fire pit overlooked the lake.
The view was stunning. The lake looked so peaceful at night this time of year, steam rising off the surface as the air cooled and the water remained warm from the day’s sun. The moonlight glinted off the water, the whole scene almost dreamlike, the kind of calm that just pulled you in. I stood there for a moment, just taking it in, appreciating the stillness of the lake and the solitude of the night.
After a few minutes, I turned back, making my way to the outdoor kitchen area at the back of the house. I started up the grill, letting it heat up so it would be ready for the steaks. As I adjusted the heat, I heard footsteps. Blake was coming down the stairs inside the house. I glanced over through the open glass slider and saw him making his way down, wearing just his jockstrap like we did at the gym. The strapless jock barely held him in place, each step sending his bulge bouncing slightly, the weight of his cock bobbing up and down with every movement. The soft material of the pouch hugged him tightly, accentuating the shape, and the lack of straps in the back aloud everything in the front bounce even more. It was impossible not to notice the way everything moved naturally, the sheer confidence in his stride.
I turned away, staying outside, and reached into the mini fridge for a beer. I cracked it open, taking a sip—trying to focus on anything else so I wasn’t caught just staring. Blake moved into the kitchen like everything was normal, as if he wasn’t just in a tiny jockstrap with everything on display. He opened the fridge and pulled out the steaks, starting to marinate them, casual as ever.
I took another sip, leaning back against the counter, and found myself thinking about the situation. This was night one—we hadn’t even been here for a full day yet, and already things had reached this level of comfort. I could feel the unspoken tension, the boundaries we were slowly pushing. I thought to myself, take it slow. Enjoy it. There was no need to rush. We had already kissed, TWICE! Everything felt like it was already out in the open—no games, no pretense, just us. And that was enough.
A few minutes later, Blake stepped outside, carrying the steaks on a plate. “They’ll be ready to go on in about twenty minutes,” he said, his eyes catching mine as he approached the grill.
“Sounds good,” I replied, giving him a nod.
Then, without much thought, I asked, “So, the jock, huh?” I nodded toward him with a smirk.
Blake laughed, looking down at himself like he’d forgotten what he was wearing. “Yeah, like I said, I didn’t bring much other than swim trunks and jocks. And, well…” He gestured toward the pool. “My trunks are still floating out there, so this is it.” He laughed again, completely unfazed.
I grinned, shaking my head slightly. “You know, I’ve got clothes you could borrow if you need any,” I offered, though part of me was hoping he wouldn’t take me up on it.
Blake just laughed, raising an eyebrow. “Oh, do you want me to change?” His voice had that teasing edge, a playful smile spreading across his face as he looked at me.
I held his gaze for a moment, then shrugged, keeping my expression light. “Nah,” I said, taking another sip of my beer, the hint of a grin tugging at my lips. “I think you’re good.”
Blake chuckled, shaking his head as he set the plate of steaks down on the counter. He was still smiling, his eyes lingering on mine for just a second longer before he looked away, moving to grab a beer for himself. There was a comfort between us now—something unspoken, an understanding that whatever this was, it was happening at its own pace. And neither of us was in any hurry to change that.
I told Blake I was going to go change and then I’d put the steaks on the grill. He nodded, giving me an easy smile. “No worries, man. I can handle it if you want to change and then start the fire out front,” he offered, his tone casual.
I grinned, nodding. “Deal.” With that, I walked across the patio, through the open slider, and into my bedroom, which was on the opposite side of the backyard from the outdoor kitchen. As I walked away, I knew Blake was still outside, leaning against the counter, his eyes tracking me the whole time. The sheer curtains were drawn, and I knew that if I kept the lights off, he wouldn’t see much—but I decided it was my turn to play the tease.
I flicked on the lights, feeling the warmth of them flood the room, then made my way to the bathroom to grab a towel. I was still dripping from the pool, the cool water rolling down my body, I pealed off my trunks and I held the towel up, drying my hair and face as I walked back into the bedroom. I knew Blake could see me through the slider. The towel dangled strategically to cover my dick, but everything else—my chest, my ass, my legs—was on full display.
Once I reached the closet, I dropped the towel as I turned my back to the slider. I bent down, to pick it up and I tossed it casually onto the bed, standing there for a second with my backside completely exposed. Then I grabbed the smallest, tightest jockstrap I had brought with me—a white one that hugged everything just right—and slipped it on, the waistband snapping against my skin as I adjusted it. I could feel the air from the room against my bare ass, the pouch super small and razor thin barely holding everything in place.
Once I had it on, I couldn’t resist—I subtly turned my head, as if I was looking for something in the room to see if I could catch a glimpse of Blake through the curtains. He was staring, his eyes fixed on me, the beer in his hand held up to his lips, almost like he had forgotten to take a sip. Then, as if snapping back to reality, he took a long swig, his eyes still not leaving the sight of me. I smirked to myself, turning off the lights and leaving the bedroom.
Instead of heading back through the slider and out into the backyard, I walked through the house and out the front door, leaving Blake to his thoughts—just like he’d done to me countless times over the last two weeks at the gym. It was my turn to set the pace, to let him wonder, to keep the tension simmering.
After I got the fire going in the front yard, I walked back through the house and headed out to the outdoor kitchen. Blake had just put the steaks on, and I could hear the sizzle, the smell of the meat filling the cool night air. The outdoor kitchen was in a U shape, with the grill on the perpendicular side and long countertops running along either end. Blake was still leaning against the back counter, his body relaxed, beer in hand.
I walked up to the counter in front of him and jumped up, settling myself on top of it. I spread my legs a “healthy” distance apart, letting the pouch of my jock hang down between my thighs and rest against the countertop. I could feel the cool surface against the thin material, a slight reminder of how exposed I really was. Blake’s eyes flicked downward for just a second before he brought them back up to meet mine, a small smile playing on his lips.
“Soooo…” I started, not quite sure how to bring up what had happened during the sunset but wanting to address it somehow. “That ‘sunset’ was intense, right?” I finally said, putting emphasis on “sunset.” It wasn’t the smoothest segue, and I knew it—but it was all I could come up with.
Blake let out a low chuckle, his lips curving into a grin. “Yeah, it was something,” he replied. “Haven’t seen one like that in a long time.”
I raised an eyebrow, puzzled. “But you have seen one like that before?”
He hesitated, his eyes drifting to the side for a moment before he nodded. “Yeah… once, right before college. And then I think there was another ‘sunset,’ one drunken night actually, in college,” he said, his voice casual but with a hint of something deeper.
My interest piqued. I leaned forward slightly, giving him a look. “Oh really?” I said, my tone teasing but curious. “Here I was thinking that was your first ‘sunset.’ Tell me about the others.”
Blake shifted, pushing himself off the counter and moving to the grill. He opened the lid, and a plume of smoke billowed out, filling the space around us, mingling with the scent of the steaks. He took a moment, flipping one of the steaks, his eyes focused on the grill, and I could sense the apprehension in his silence.
“Hey dude, you know you can tell me anything, right?” I said softly, watching him. He didn’t respond immediately, still focused on the grill, so I pressed on. “I’m not gonna judge you. All this shit, everything… it stays between us, just like always.”
Blake let out a slow breath, glancing at me briefly before looking away again. He hesitated, then nodded, his shoulders loosening slightly. “Yeah, fuck… I know,” he said, his voice quieter now.
He stayed silent for another moment before giving in, his voice low. “Fuck it! So… when I was younger, I had this best friend,” he began, his gaze still focused on the grill. “We knew each other since we were like four years old. We did everything together—played sports, chased girls, got into trouble, all of it.” He paused, then swallowed. “That summer, before we both left for college… we were at a party. We got really drunk.”
He glanced at me, as if checking my reaction, and I nodded, giving him a small, encouraging smile. He looked back at the steaks, flipping another one as he continued. “It was stupid, but we were driving back from that party. And yeah, I know—times were different back then, and we were young and fucking idiots, but there weren’t Ubers, and we didn’t have many other options. Especially not in Louisiana. So yeah, we were driving drunk.”
He let out a humorless chuckle, shaking his head. “My friend—he was driving—didn’t want to go home. His parents were stricter than mine, always waiting up for him. He figured he’d get in trouble. So, we decided he’d just crash at my place.”
Blake’s voice got softer, almost like he was talking more to himself now. “We got home, and went down into the basement. We started watching TV, borrowed a couple of my dad’s beers… and we were just sitting there on the couch, drinking. I don’t even remember how it started, but the next thing I knew… we were making out.” He paused, swallowing hard, his eyes still avoiding mine. “One thing led to another, and we ended up… well, you know. And we woke up the next morning, still on that couch, cuddling, both of us naked.”
I stayed quiet, giving him the space to continue at his own pace. He let out a long breath, the tension clear in his shoulders. “I fucking flipped shit,” he admitted, his voice thick. “I told him I had to get to work, and that he needed to leave. He looked so confused, but I just… I fucking lost it. Told him he had to go, and made it super weird.” Blake shook his head, his jaw clenching. “I avoided him the rest of the summer. We went to different colleges after that, and… we just lost touch. To this day never talked again.”
He closed the grill, the smoke swirling around us as he finally turned to face me, a mix of emotions crossing his expression—regret, sadness, shame, maybe even some relief from finally letting it out. His eyes met mine, and he gave a small, almost apologetic smile. “I don’t know. I guess I just panicked. It was different back then. You know? I wasn’t… I mean I’m not gay, you know that. Or at least I don’t think I am…”
I couldn’t help but laugh, shaking my head slightly. “Dude, I know,” I said, giving him a reassuring smile. “You go on more dates and fuck more girls than any other guy I know. Watching a couple ‘sunsets’ doesn’t mean you’re gay… unless you enjoyed them, I guess. Then I’m not so sure.” I raised an eyebrow playfully. “So, did you enjoy it back then?”
Blake laughed, a confused tone slipping into his voice as he rubbed the back of his neck. “I don’t know… I mean, I was so freaked out. So worried people would find out. Back then, you think something like that could completely ruin your life, you know?”
I nodded, letting out a humorless chuckle. “Trust me, I know exactly what you mean,” I said, my tone a little heavier now. “I’m a gay man in the military. When I started, ‘don’t ask, don’t tell’ was still a thing, and I still know guys and girls who got dismissed, who still don’t have their benefits to this day. In the military world, it really could, and did, end people’s way of life.”
Blake’s eyes softened, his gaze steady on mine as I spoke. I continued, my voice steady, even though the memories were anything but easy. “I was lucky—I blended in better, I can hide it. But it didn’t make it any easier seeing shit like that happen around me. Not being able to say anything or even let people get close, you know? Let them know the real me. Having to hide who you are, even from yourself, out of fear…” I met Blake’s gaze, my expression serious. “Dude, I 100% get it.”
For a moment, Blake didn’t say anything, just looked at me, his eyes searching my face. Then he nodded slowly, a hint of understanding crossing his expression. “Yeah… I guess you really do,” he said, his voice quieter. There was a beat of silence between us, the weight of everything we’d both said hanging in the air.
Blake turned back to the grill, lifting the lid once again. The steaks sizzled as he flipped each one off the grill and set them onto a fresh plate. As he worked, I watched him, and something in me felt the need to say more.
“Seriously, man, who cares if you enjoy the occasional ‘sunset’? Why does it have to mean anything?” I said, my tone earnest. “It’s no one’s goddamn business what kind of ‘sunsets’ you like. Especially these days. No one cares anymore.”
Blake set the plate down on the counter, then turned back to face me. He took a deep breath, and I could see the emotion there, raw and real. “Oh, I know that,” he said, nodding slightly. “But admitting all this—actually talking about it for the first time, especially after another ‘sunset’ with you—it just makes me feel so damn guilty for what I did to my best fucking friend back then.” His voice broke a little, his jaw tensing. “If I’d just had the balls to talk to him like I am with you right now, things could’ve been different. We could’ve stayed friends. Hell, maybe more. I don’t know.”
I shook my head, a small smile tugging at my lips. “Blake, you were a kid. You can’t hold your younger self to the same standards as your sometimes older, wiser self.” I added a playful emphasis on “sometimes,” and a grin broke through. “I’ve always admired how open and honest you’ve been with all your hookups. If you’re not feeling it, you tell them straight up. I feel like you took what happened with you and your friend, and without even realizing it, you learned from it, and used it to make yourself a better person. And that’s all anyone can do in life.”
Blake paused, the weight of my words settling in. He looked at me, eyes widening a bit as something seemed to click. “Holy fuck… I never thought about it that way… huh,” he said, his voice almost a whisper. He paused again, a thoughtful look crossing his face before his expression shifted, a huge grin breaking through. “I guess you really aren’t as dumb as you look.”
I let out a laugh, shaking my head. “I have my moments,” I said, then added, “Dick.”
Blake just laughed, grabbing the plate of steaks. I jumped off the counter, and we both made our way inside, walking through the open slider and into the kitchen. As we stepped inside, I shot him a sidelong glance, a big grin spreading across my face. “You know, it’s not really a question I need answered…” I paused for dramatic effect. “But tonight’s ‘sunset’ was the best, right? I mean, I didn’t hear all the details about the second time, but I don’t really need to, to know I was the best.”
Blake let out a deep, genuine laugh, one that echoed through the kitchen—probably the hardest I’d heard him laugh in a while. He motioned at himself, his chest puffing out slightly, a smirk on his lips. “Dude, you should just consider yourself lucky. I’m way out of your league.”
I shook my head, grinning. “Ouch!”
After that, we threw together a salad—one of those straight out of the bag, nothing fancy, just enough to add a little green to the meal. We grabbed our plates and took everything out to the backyard, settling down to eat.
We talked and laughed the entire time we ate, the conversation easy, the tension from earlier now replaced by something more comfortable, like a weight had been lifted off us both. After dinner, we brought our plates inside, and before long, we were cleaning the kitchen, doing the dishes, and scrubbing down the grill. Well, by “we,” I mean my type A self ended up doing most of it while Blake stood there, mostly amused, lending a hand here and there.
Thinking back on it now, why in the ACTUAL FUCK was I worried about cleaning the kitchen and grill when I had Blake there practically dressed like a stripper? The guy was right there, nearly naked, and I was stressing over a spotless grill. I guess that’s proof enough—I’m a hopeless type A.
Once the kitchen was clean enough to pass inspection, we grabbed a couple of beers and headed out front to sit by the fire. The fire pit was dug down into the ground, surrounded by a ring of gravel, with short tree stumps laid on their sides, acting like benches around three sides, all facing the lake. The night had deepened, the air cool, the only light coming from the flickering flames and the soft glow reflecting off the water.
Blake sat down on one of the stumps, his knees coming up higher than his waist, his legs spread wide. The strapless jock pulled everything up, the pouch lifting his bulge and keeping it tight in front of him. The firelight flickered, casting an orange glow across his bare thighs, the muscles flexed beneath the skin, and the way it highlighted his taint was almost mesmerizing. The soft curve of his balls rested against the fabric, the light dancing across them, and the shadows moved with every subtle shift of his body. It was unreal—the way the fire seemed to frame him perfectly, like the entire scene was set up just for me. His torso leaned slightly forward, the lines of his abs catching the light, while the flickering flames cast his face in an interplay of shadow and warmth, making his easy grin almost glow.
I took a seat on the stump across from him, my eyes lingering on his body, taking in the way the light played over every inch of his almost-naked form. I finally looked away, my gaze shifting out to the lake as I took a long sip of my beer. The heat of the fire was comforting, but it was the sight of Blake in front of me that really warmed me. There was something about the moment that made me grin, a quiet satisfaction settling deep in my chest. Everything felt right—like this was exactly where I wanted to be.
End Part Two
I climbed out of the pool, water streaming down my body, and instantly realized I was half-chubbed. My trunks clung tightly to me, and my dick was undeniably noticeable. I instinctively reached down to adjust things, trying to make it less obvious, but then I stopped. Why bother? Blake knew, and I knew he knew. There was no point in hiding it now. So I let it be, leaving my half-hard cock to wobble in my wet trunks as I slipped on my shoes, ready to take care of the firewood.
The night had fully settled in, darkness surrounding the house as I walked over to the stack of firewood behind it. I used my phone’s flashlight to navigate—just for the record, this was exactly why I wanted to get this done earlier before it was pitch black. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to swim; I just preferred handling the firewood before night fell.
I gathered up what I needed—about four medium-sized logs. We weren’t doing a massive bonfire, just enough to keep the fire burning while we had a few drinks after dinner. With my hands full, I walked around the side of the house to the front yard, where the fire pit overlooked the lake.
The view was stunning. The lake looked so peaceful at night this time of year, steam rising off the surface as the air cooled and the water remained warm from the day’s sun. The moonlight glinted off the water, the whole scene almost dreamlike, the kind of calm that just pulled you in. I stood there for a moment, just taking it in, appreciating the stillness of the lake and the solitude of the night.
After a few minutes, I turned back, making my way to the outdoor kitchen area at the back of the house. I started up the grill, letting it heat up so it would be ready for the steaks. As I adjusted the heat, I heard footsteps. Blake was coming down the stairs inside the house. I glanced over through the open glass slider and saw him making his way down, wearing just his jockstrap like we did at the gym. The strapless jock barely held him in place, each step sending his bulge bouncing slightly, the weight of his cock bobbing up and down with every movement. The soft material of the pouch hugged him tightly, accentuating the shape, and the lack of straps in the back aloud everything in the front bounce even more. It was impossible not to notice the way everything moved naturally, the sheer confidence in his stride.
I turned away, staying outside, and reached into the mini fridge for a beer. I cracked it open, taking a sip—trying to focus on anything else so I wasn’t caught just staring. Blake moved into the kitchen like everything was normal, as if he wasn’t just in a tiny jockstrap with everything on display. He opened the fridge and pulled out the steaks, starting to marinate them, casual as ever.
I took another sip, leaning back against the counter, and found myself thinking about the situation. This was night one—we hadn’t even been here for a full day yet, and already things had reached this level of comfort. I could feel the unspoken tension, the boundaries we were slowly pushing. I thought to myself, take it slow. Enjoy it. There was no need to rush. We had already kissed, TWICE! Everything felt like it was already out in the open—no games, no pretense, just us. And that was enough.
A few minutes later, Blake stepped outside, carrying the steaks on a plate. “They’ll be ready to go on in about twenty minutes,” he said, his eyes catching mine as he approached the grill.
“Sounds good,” I replied, giving him a nod.
Then, without much thought, I asked, “So, the jock, huh?” I nodded toward him with a smirk.
Blake laughed, looking down at himself like he’d forgotten what he was wearing. “Yeah, like I said, I didn’t bring much other than swim trunks and jocks. And, well…” He gestured toward the pool. “My trunks are still floating out there, so this is it.” He laughed again, completely unfazed.
I grinned, shaking my head slightly. “You know, I’ve got clothes you could borrow if you need any,” I offered, though part of me was hoping he wouldn’t take me up on it.
Blake just laughed, raising an eyebrow. “Oh, do you want me to change?” His voice had that teasing edge, a playful smile spreading across his face as he looked at me.
I held his gaze for a moment, then shrugged, keeping my expression light. “Nah,” I said, taking another sip of my beer, the hint of a grin tugging at my lips. “I think you’re good.”
Blake chuckled, shaking his head as he set the plate of steaks down on the counter. He was still smiling, his eyes lingering on mine for just a second longer before he looked away, moving to grab a beer for himself. There was a comfort between us now—something unspoken, an understanding that whatever this was, it was happening at its own pace. And neither of us was in any hurry to change that.
I told Blake I was going to go change and then I’d put the steaks on the grill. He nodded, giving me an easy smile. “No worries, man. I can handle it if you want to change and then start the fire out front,” he offered, his tone casual.
I grinned, nodding. “Deal.” With that, I walked across the patio, through the open slider, and into my bedroom, which was on the opposite side of the backyard from the outdoor kitchen. As I walked away, I knew Blake was still outside, leaning against the counter, his eyes tracking me the whole time. The sheer curtains were drawn, and I knew that if I kept the lights off, he wouldn’t see much—but I decided it was my turn to play the tease.
I flicked on the lights, feeling the warmth of them flood the room, then made my way to the bathroom to grab a towel. I was still dripping from the pool, the cool water rolling down my body, I pealed off my trunks and I held the towel up, drying my hair and face as I walked back into the bedroom. I knew Blake could see me through the slider. The towel dangled strategically to cover my dick, but everything else—my chest, my ass, my legs—was on full display.
Once I reached the closet, I dropped the towel as I turned my back to the slider. I bent down, to pick it up and I tossed it casually onto the bed, standing there for a second with my backside completely exposed. Then I grabbed the smallest, tightest jockstrap I had brought with me—a white one that hugged everything just right—and slipped it on, the waistband snapping against my skin as I adjusted it. I could feel the air from the room against my bare ass, the pouch super small and razor thin barely holding everything in place.
Once I had it on, I couldn’t resist—I subtly turned my head, as if I was looking for something in the room to see if I could catch a glimpse of Blake through the curtains. He was staring, his eyes fixed on me, the beer in his hand held up to his lips, almost like he had forgotten to take a sip. Then, as if snapping back to reality, he took a long swig, his eyes still not leaving the sight of me. I smirked to myself, turning off the lights and leaving the bedroom.
Instead of heading back through the slider and out into the backyard, I walked through the house and out the front door, leaving Blake to his thoughts—just like he’d done to me countless times over the last two weeks at the gym. It was my turn to set the pace, to let him wonder, to keep the tension simmering.
After I got the fire going in the front yard, I walked back through the house and headed out to the outdoor kitchen. Blake had just put the steaks on, and I could hear the sizzle, the smell of the meat filling the cool night air. The outdoor kitchen was in a U shape, with the grill on the perpendicular side and long countertops running along either end. Blake was still leaning against the back counter, his body relaxed, beer in hand.
I walked up to the counter in front of him and jumped up, settling myself on top of it. I spread my legs a “healthy” distance apart, letting the pouch of my jock hang down between my thighs and rest against the countertop. I could feel the cool surface against the thin material, a slight reminder of how exposed I really was. Blake’s eyes flicked downward for just a second before he brought them back up to meet mine, a small smile playing on his lips.
“Soooo…” I started, not quite sure how to bring up what had happened during the sunset but wanting to address it somehow. “That ‘sunset’ was intense, right?” I finally said, putting emphasis on “sunset.” It wasn’t the smoothest segue, and I knew it—but it was all I could come up with.
Blake let out a low chuckle, his lips curving into a grin. “Yeah, it was something,” he replied. “Haven’t seen one like that in a long time.”
I raised an eyebrow, puzzled. “But you have seen one like that before?”
He hesitated, his eyes drifting to the side for a moment before he nodded. “Yeah… once, right before college. And then I think there was another ‘sunset,’ one drunken night actually, in college,” he said, his voice casual but with a hint of something deeper.
My interest piqued. I leaned forward slightly, giving him a look. “Oh really?” I said, my tone teasing but curious. “Here I was thinking that was your first ‘sunset.’ Tell me about the others.”
Blake shifted, pushing himself off the counter and moving to the grill. He opened the lid, and a plume of smoke billowed out, filling the space around us, mingling with the scent of the steaks. He took a moment, flipping one of the steaks, his eyes focused on the grill, and I could sense the apprehension in his silence.
“Hey dude, you know you can tell me anything, right?” I said softly, watching him. He didn’t respond immediately, still focused on the grill, so I pressed on. “I’m not gonna judge you. All this shit, everything… it stays between us, just like always.”
Blake let out a slow breath, glancing at me briefly before looking away again. He hesitated, then nodded, his shoulders loosening slightly. “Yeah, fuck… I know,” he said, his voice quieter now.
He stayed silent for another moment before giving in, his voice low. “Fuck it! So… when I was younger, I had this best friend,” he began, his gaze still focused on the grill. “We knew each other since we were like four years old. We did everything together—played sports, chased girls, got into trouble, all of it.” He paused, then swallowed. “That summer, before we both left for college… we were at a party. We got really drunk.”
He glanced at me, as if checking my reaction, and I nodded, giving him a small, encouraging smile. He looked back at the steaks, flipping another one as he continued. “It was stupid, but we were driving back from that party. And yeah, I know—times were different back then, and we were young and fucking idiots, but there weren’t Ubers, and we didn’t have many other options. Especially not in Louisiana. So yeah, we were driving drunk.”
He let out a humorless chuckle, shaking his head. “My friend—he was driving—didn’t want to go home. His parents were stricter than mine, always waiting up for him. He figured he’d get in trouble. So, we decided he’d just crash at my place.”
Blake’s voice got softer, almost like he was talking more to himself now. “We got home, and went down into the basement. We started watching TV, borrowed a couple of my dad’s beers… and we were just sitting there on the couch, drinking. I don’t even remember how it started, but the next thing I knew… we were making out.” He paused, swallowing hard, his eyes still avoiding mine. “One thing led to another, and we ended up… well, you know. And we woke up the next morning, still on that couch, cuddling, both of us naked.”
I stayed quiet, giving him the space to continue at his own pace. He let out a long breath, the tension clear in his shoulders. “I fucking flipped shit,” he admitted, his voice thick. “I told him I had to get to work, and that he needed to leave. He looked so confused, but I just… I fucking lost it. Told him he had to go, and made it super weird.” Blake shook his head, his jaw clenching. “I avoided him the rest of the summer. We went to different colleges after that, and… we just lost touch. To this day never talked again.”
He closed the grill, the smoke swirling around us as he finally turned to face me, a mix of emotions crossing his expression—regret, sadness, shame, maybe even some relief from finally letting it out. His eyes met mine, and he gave a small, almost apologetic smile. “I don’t know. I guess I just panicked. It was different back then. You know? I wasn’t… I mean I’m not gay, you know that. Or at least I don’t think I am…”
I couldn’t help but laugh, shaking my head slightly. “Dude, I know,” I said, giving him a reassuring smile. “You go on more dates and fuck more girls than any other guy I know. Watching a couple ‘sunsets’ doesn’t mean you’re gay… unless you enjoyed them, I guess. Then I’m not so sure.” I raised an eyebrow playfully. “So, did you enjoy it back then?”
Blake laughed, a confused tone slipping into his voice as he rubbed the back of his neck. “I don’t know… I mean, I was so freaked out. So worried people would find out. Back then, you think something like that could completely ruin your life, you know?”
I nodded, letting out a humorless chuckle. “Trust me, I know exactly what you mean,” I said, my tone a little heavier now. “I’m a gay man in the military. When I started, ‘don’t ask, don’t tell’ was still a thing, and I still know guys and girls who got dismissed, who still don’t have their benefits to this day. In the military world, it really could, and did, end people’s way of life.”
Blake’s eyes softened, his gaze steady on mine as I spoke. I continued, my voice steady, even though the memories were anything but easy. “I was lucky—I blended in better, I can hide it. But it didn’t make it any easier seeing shit like that happen around me. Not being able to say anything or even let people get close, you know? Let them know the real me. Having to hide who you are, even from yourself, out of fear…” I met Blake’s gaze, my expression serious. “Dude, I 100% get it.”
For a moment, Blake didn’t say anything, just looked at me, his eyes searching my face. Then he nodded slowly, a hint of understanding crossing his expression. “Yeah… I guess you really do,” he said, his voice quieter. There was a beat of silence between us, the weight of everything we’d both said hanging in the air.
Blake turned back to the grill, lifting the lid once again. The steaks sizzled as he flipped each one off the grill and set them onto a fresh plate. As he worked, I watched him, and something in me felt the need to say more.
“Seriously, man, who cares if you enjoy the occasional ‘sunset’? Why does it have to mean anything?” I said, my tone earnest. “It’s no one’s goddamn business what kind of ‘sunsets’ you like. Especially these days. No one cares anymore.”
Blake set the plate down on the counter, then turned back to face me. He took a deep breath, and I could see the emotion there, raw and real. “Oh, I know that,” he said, nodding slightly. “But admitting all this—actually talking about it for the first time, especially after another ‘sunset’ with you—it just makes me feel so damn guilty for what I did to my best fucking friend back then.” His voice broke a little, his jaw tensing. “If I’d just had the balls to talk to him like I am with you right now, things could’ve been different. We could’ve stayed friends. Hell, maybe more. I don’t know.”
I shook my head, a small smile tugging at my lips. “Blake, you were a kid. You can’t hold your younger self to the same standards as your sometimes older, wiser self.” I added a playful emphasis on “sometimes,” and a grin broke through. “I’ve always admired how open and honest you’ve been with all your hookups. If you’re not feeling it, you tell them straight up. I feel like you took what happened with you and your friend, and without even realizing it, you learned from it, and used it to make yourself a better person. And that’s all anyone can do in life.”
Blake paused, the weight of my words settling in. He looked at me, eyes widening a bit as something seemed to click. “Holy fuck… I never thought about it that way… huh,” he said, his voice almost a whisper. He paused again, a thoughtful look crossing his face before his expression shifted, a huge grin breaking through. “I guess you really aren’t as dumb as you look.”
I let out a laugh, shaking my head. “I have my moments,” I said, then added, “Dick.”
Blake just laughed, grabbing the plate of steaks. I jumped off the counter, and we both made our way inside, walking through the open slider and into the kitchen. As we stepped inside, I shot him a sidelong glance, a big grin spreading across my face. “You know, it’s not really a question I need answered…” I paused for dramatic effect. “But tonight’s ‘sunset’ was the best, right? I mean, I didn’t hear all the details about the second time, but I don’t really need to, to know I was the best.”
Blake let out a deep, genuine laugh, one that echoed through the kitchen—probably the hardest I’d heard him laugh in a while. He motioned at himself, his chest puffing out slightly, a smirk on his lips. “Dude, you should just consider yourself lucky. I’m way out of your league.”
I shook my head, grinning. “Ouch!”
After that, we threw together a salad—one of those straight out of the bag, nothing fancy, just enough to add a little green to the meal. We grabbed our plates and took everything out to the backyard, settling down to eat.
We talked and laughed the entire time we ate, the conversation easy, the tension from earlier now replaced by something more comfortable, like a weight had been lifted off us both. After dinner, we brought our plates inside, and before long, we were cleaning the kitchen, doing the dishes, and scrubbing down the grill. Well, by “we,” I mean my type A self ended up doing most of it while Blake stood there, mostly amused, lending a hand here and there.
Thinking back on it now, why in the ACTUAL FUCK was I worried about cleaning the kitchen and grill when I had Blake there practically dressed like a stripper? The guy was right there, nearly naked, and I was stressing over a spotless grill. I guess that’s proof enough—I’m a hopeless type A.
Once the kitchen was clean enough to pass inspection, we grabbed a couple of beers and headed out front to sit by the fire. The fire pit was dug down into the ground, surrounded by a ring of gravel, with short tree stumps laid on their sides, acting like benches around three sides, all facing the lake. The night had deepened, the air cool, the only light coming from the flickering flames and the soft glow reflecting off the water.
Blake sat down on one of the stumps, his knees coming up higher than his waist, his legs spread wide. The strapless jock pulled everything up, the pouch lifting his bulge and keeping it tight in front of him. The firelight flickered, casting an orange glow across his bare thighs, the muscles flexed beneath the skin, and the way it highlighted his taint was almost mesmerizing. The soft curve of his balls rested against the fabric, the light dancing across them, and the shadows moved with every subtle shift of his body. It was unreal—the way the fire seemed to frame him perfectly, like the entire scene was set up just for me. His torso leaned slightly forward, the lines of his abs catching the light, while the flickering flames cast his face in an interplay of shadow and warmth, making his easy grin almost glow.
I took a seat on the stump across from him, my eyes lingering on his body, taking in the way the light played over every inch of his almost-naked form. I finally looked away, my gaze shifting out to the lake as I took a long sip of my beer. The heat of the fire was comforting, but it was the sight of Blake in front of me that really warmed me. There was something about the moment that made me grin, a quiet satisfaction settling deep in my chest. Everything felt right—like this was exactly where I wanted to be.
End Part Two
Chapter Six Continued…
We sat there for a while, talking, drinking, and laughing—the flames crackling between us, the night deepening with every minute. The stars were out in full force, the sky clear, the cool air mixing with the warmth of the fire.
Blake stood up suddenly, chugging the rest of his beer in one long gulp. He looked down at me, his eyes glinting with mischief. “It’s hot,” he said, his voice almost challenging. “I’m going to go jump in the lake.”
Without hesitation, he started walking away from the fire pit toward the dock, his movements deliberate, and then, with that same confident ease, he slipped his jock off as he walked. I watched as he pulled it down in the front freeing his balls and dick then because it was strapless he pulled it up and over his head. I had never seen someone take off a jock that way and I’ll never forget that image for the rest of my life. He tossed it on the grass without a second thought, in one smooth motion, his bare ass now fully visible as he continued on. He was completely naked again, the firelight flickering across his body, the smooth curve of his ass shifting with every step—teasing me, taunting me like he had done all night.
I laughed, my heart pounding as I shot up from the stump, stripping off my own jock, tossing it aside. “Race you!” I shouted, sprinting past him, my feet pounding against the ground, the cool night air hitting my bare skin. My dick and balls slapped audibly against my body as I ran, the sound echoing in the quiet night, and I couldn’t help but laugh harder.
Blake let out a shout behind me, his voice filled with laughter. “Fucking cheater!” he yelled, his footsteps quickening behind me.
I reached the dock, the wood cool under my feet as I sprinted toward the edge. Without breaking stride, I dove headfirst into the lake, the water rushing over me, cool and refreshing. Just seconds later, I heard the splash as Blake dove in behind me, the water embracing both of us, the heat from the fire and the thrill of the run instantly replaced by the chill of the lake. We surfaced together, both laughing, the sound carrying out over the still water.
The water was cold—the kind of cold that you could feel deep, especially in your balls, but it felt good after sitting by the fire for as long as we had. It was pitch black out there, with only the dim light coming from the main house, probably about 150 yards up a small hill from the edge of the water, and the gentle glow from the moon and stars above.
And there were so many stars. The moon was just a sliver, letting the stars steal the show, each one bright against the dark canvas of the sky. We could see every constellation, the entire ring of the Milky Way stretched across the horizon. It was breathtaking, the kind of night sky that made you feel small in the best way. We both floated there for a while, looking up in silence, letting the moment sink in, surrounded by nothing but the cold water and the brilliance of the universe above us.
I turned my head towards Blake, breaking the quiet. “You still haven’t told me about your second ‘sunset,’” I said, a teasing edge to my voice. “Are we still calling your gay hookups sunsets, or are we past that yet?”
Blake let out a laugh, shaking his head slightly. “Wow,” he said, still chuckling. “Alright, alright. There isn’t much to tell. It was a drunk night in college—an away football game in Georgia. I never knew the guy’s name. It happened in the bathroom of his frat house.”
My attention instantly piqued, my eyebrows shooting up. “The bathroom of a frat house in Georgia?” I repeated, my voice filled with disbelief and amusement. “You really know how to keep it classy, don’t you?” I laughed, shaking my head.
Blake shot back without missing a beat. “Oh, isn’t that the stove calling the kettle black? I know good and well you’ve had your fair share of hookups in the bathrooms at the gay bars back home,” he said, a smirk tugging at his lips.
I let out a laugh, nodding. “True, but they have to be cleaner than a frat house bathroom… What happened in that bathroom?” I pressed, curiosity getting the better of me.
Blake just gave me a sly grin, his eyes catching the faint moonlight. “Wouldn’t you like to know,” he said, and then he turned, starting to swim towards the dock. “It’s getting cold out here, I think my dick’s trying to crawl inside me,” he added, laughing.
I laughed with him, feeling the chill now too. “Fucking same,” I agreed, following him as we swam towards the shore.
As we got closer, Blake swam past the ladder to the dock, heading instead towards the shallow part near the shore. He stood, the water reaching just above his waist, and I followed, the cool water lapping around us as we made our way towards where it was easier to walk.
We were waist-deep, the ground beneath us soft as we waded, and Blake suddenly stopped, causing me to almost bump into him. “Did you step on—” I started to ask, thinking maybe he found something in the water, but before I could finish, he turned around swiftly.
Without a word, Blake reached out, his hands finding me. One of his hands slipped to the back of my head, pulling me in, and the other wrapped around my lower back, pressing our bodies tightly together. His lips crashed into mine, firm and hungry, and it was like all the tension, all the teasing that had been building finally had somewhere to go.
My chest pressed against his, the hard muscles of our torsos fitting together perfectly. I could feel the heat of him, his body warm even in the cold water. My abs against his, my dick against his—this time there were no teasing jocks in the way, nothing separating us. Just skin on skin, our bodies locked together.
His kiss was fierce, demanding, like he was making up for lost time. I responded instantly, my hands finding his back, feeling the wet, smooth skin beneath my fingers as I pulled him even closer, our hips pressing together, our dicks brushing against each other, the cold of the water and the heat between us combining in a way that sent a shiver down my spine.
The world around us seemed to fade away—the stars, the fire, the chill of the night. None of it mattered compared to the feel of him, the way his lips moved against mine, the roughness of his hand at the back of my head, the solidness of his body pressed against me.
As you know, my mind typically races—always jumping from possibility to possibility, considering every scenario. But this time, I was just in the moment, fully present, letting myself feel everything without overthinking it.
My hands moved over Blake’s back, tracing the muscles, feeling the definition beneath his skin. I let them drift lower, finally getting to feel his ass—the firm, muscular cheeks under my palms. It was glorious, everything I’d imagined and more. The instant my hands touched him there, any effect the cold water had on my dick was gone, replaced by an immediate throb of arousal, my cock swelling quickly between us.
Blake’s hands were just as eager, sliding down my back, his fingers pressing into my skin, and then I felt both of his hands on my ass. He squeezed my cheeks, his grip firm and possessive, pulling me tighter against him, and I let out a soft groan against his mouth.
It felt so damn good. The warmth of his body, the firmness of his touch—it was hard to put into words, almost overwhelming. I knew I would never forget that feeling for the rest of my life. My hands left his ass, sliding around to the front, brushing against his hip, the curve of his side. My fingers traced along his abs, feeling each ridge like I was reading braille, not wanting to miss a single letter as I moved lower. His body was like a map, and I was taking my time, learning every detail, savoring each touch, each line, each shiver that ran through him under my touch.
Blake let out a deep breath, his lips parting from mine for just a second as I moved my hand lower, his eyes locked onto mine. There was no hesitation, no teasing now—just need, pure and raw. His hands gripped my ass tighter, pulling me against him, and I could feel his own cock, hard and pressing against mine, the head pushing against my balls.
I paused for a moment, my hand resting against his abs, feeling the heat radiating from his skin, the tension between us thick, electric. Blake’s eyes held mine, his breathing heavy, his lips slightly parted, waiting.
I let my hand move down slowly, feeling the soft hair below his navel, the heat of him guiding me. His pubic hair slipping between my fingers like hair in a comb, and I felt him shudder, a small sound escaping his lips. His forehead pressed against mine, and I could feel his breath mixing with mine, the anticipation between us growing.
Blake let out a low, almost shaky laugh. “You really are something else, you know that?” he whispered, his voice thick, his hands still gripping my ass.
And then, suddenly, there was a noise—a rustling sound from the trees, like leaves crunching or twigs snapping under the weight of something, or someone. It was faint, but in the stillness of the night, it cut through everything.
I pulled back instinctively, my eyes darting towards the shore, my heart skipping a beat. “Did you hear that?” I whispered, my voice barely audible over the gentle lapping of the water.
Blake’s brows furrowed, his hands loosening on my ass. He glanced in the direction I was looking, his gaze narrowing. “Yeah… I heard it,” he said, his voice lower now, cautious. The carefree moment between us evaporated in an instant, replaced by something more alert, more tense.
We both stayed still, listening, the water lapping softly against us. There it was again—a crunch, like someone/something stepping on dried leaves, moving through the trees. My eyes searched the dark shore, but all I could make out were shadows shifting, the tree-line blurring into the darkness.
Blake let out a breath, shaking his head slightly, but I could tell he was uneasy too. “Probably just a deer or something, right?” he said, trying to keep his tone casual, though there was an edge to it.
I swallowed, my body still pressed against his, but the mood had shifted. “Yeah… maybe.” But that feeling I’d had earlier, when we arrived—that something wasn’t quite right—crept back in, a small chill running down my spine. The darkness felt different now, the stars and moon above offering no comfort, just casting long, uncertain shadows across the shore. I couldn’t see a damn thing.
Blake gave me a small, reassuring squeeze on my hip to bring me back, “Come on, let’s get out of the water,” he said, his voice just above a whisper.
We waded out a bit further, then swam over to the ladder on the dock. I reached it first, climbing up quickly, the chill of the night air hitting me as soon as I was out of the water. I grabbed one of the towels on the table, my eyes still flickering over to the treeline, and handed it to Blake as he climbed up the ladder. He took it with a nod, water dripping from his body, but I couldn’t quite bring myself to look away from the shoreline where we had heard the noise.
I tried to keep my expression neutral, to keep my focus on drying off and not on the uneasy feeling twisting in my gut. I didn’t want to freak Blake out, didn’t want to make a big deal out of something that could just be a deer or some animal moving through the trees. But still, that feeling—that sense of something being off—was back, stronger than before.
I grabbed another towel for myself, rubbing it over my hair and shoulders as Blake wrapped his towel around his waist. We both started making our way back up to the house, the fire down at the pit now dying, its light flickering low, barely illuminating the yard anymore. The night felt different, like it was closing in on us. The warmth of the fire and the excitement of the swim had worn off, leaving me with that gnawing unease. It was like the silence of the night was pressing in, a reminder that we weren’t entirely alone out here, that there was something watching, something hidden just beyond the edge of our sight.
We walked side by side, Blake’s shoulder occasionally brushing against mine. He seemed calm enough, towel secured around his waist, but I could feel my own tension, each step towards the house feeling heavier than the last. That feeling I’d had when we arrived—the one that had faded while we laughed and swam and kissed—was back now, just as strong as before. It clung to me, a reminder that whatever this was, it wasn’t just my imagination.
Blake glanced at me as we approached the porch, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “You okay, man?” he asked, his voice light, but I could see the question in his eyes—like he could tell I was on edge, even if he wasn’t sure why.
I forced a smile, nodding as I pulled the towel tighter around my waist. “Yeah, yeah, I’m good,” I said, trying to keep my tone casual. “Just a little cold, that’s all.”
Blake nodded, seeming to accept my answer, though he gave me one more lingering look before turning his attention back to the house. We climbed the steps to the back patio, the warmth of the house calling us back in. As we stepped through the slider, I took one last glance over my shoulder, my eyes scanning the dark treeline, trying to catch anything—a movement, a shadow—but there was nothing. Just the quiet night and the darkness.
Once inside, I went around and closed all the sliders, locking them and pulling the curtains shut. The unease still gnawed at me. Still, I couldn’t shake the fucking feeling, the sense that something just wasn’t right.
It was the same feeling that had messed up everything that was happening between me and Blake down by the lake. I didn’t know if Blake felt uneasy about the noise too or if he was just feeding off my energy, but the tension hung between us. Once I finished closing everything up, Blake let out a yawn, stretching his arms over his head, and said, “Holy shit, dude, it’s 1:30 AM. I think I’m gonna head to bed, so we can get an early-ish start tomorrow.”
I forced a smile, trying to push down my frustration. “Oh… yeah, good idea,” I said, nodding, though inside I was kicking myself for letting this fucking deer—or whatever it was—to cock block me, for letting it ruin what was about to happen with Blake.
He gave me a small smile, his eyes searching mine for a moment like he wanted to say something more, but he just nodded, turning to head towards the stairs. “Night, man,” he said over his shoulder, his voice soft.
“Night,” I replied, watching him head up the stairs, the house feeling strangely quiet now, almost too quiet. I let out a slow breath, running a hand through my hair, trying to shake the feeling, but it clung to me like a shadow, that nagging sense of something just out of sight.
I stood there for a moment, staring at the closed curtains, the faint moonlight filtering through the fabric. Maybe I was overreacting. Maybe it was nothing. I looked over at the stairs, a wave of regret washing over me—regret for letting whatever it was interrupt what Blake and I had been sharing. The unease from earlier was now tangled with that regret, each feeding off the other, making it hard to let go. I turned my gaze back to the curtains, that gnawing sense still there, a feeling that whatever it was, it wasn’t finished yet.
End Chapter 6
We sat there for a while, talking, drinking, and laughing—the flames crackling between us, the night deepening with every minute. The stars were out in full force, the sky clear, the cool air mixing with the warmth of the fire.
Blake stood up suddenly, chugging the rest of his beer in one long gulp. He looked down at me, his eyes glinting with mischief. “It’s hot,” he said, his voice almost challenging. “I’m going to go jump in the lake.”
Without hesitation, he started walking away from the fire pit toward the dock, his movements deliberate, and then, with that same confident ease, he slipped his jock off as he walked. I watched as he pulled it down in the front freeing his balls and dick then because it was strapless he pulled it up and over his head. I had never seen someone take off a jock that way and I’ll never forget that image for the rest of my life. He tossed it on the grass without a second thought, in one smooth motion, his bare ass now fully visible as he continued on. He was completely naked again, the firelight flickering across his body, the smooth curve of his ass shifting with every step—teasing me, taunting me like he had done all night.
I laughed, my heart pounding as I shot up from the stump, stripping off my own jock, tossing it aside. “Race you!” I shouted, sprinting past him, my feet pounding against the ground, the cool night air hitting my bare skin. My dick and balls slapped audibly against my body as I ran, the sound echoing in the quiet night, and I couldn’t help but laugh harder.
Blake let out a shout behind me, his voice filled with laughter. “Fucking cheater!” he yelled, his footsteps quickening behind me.
I reached the dock, the wood cool under my feet as I sprinted toward the edge. Without breaking stride, I dove headfirst into the lake, the water rushing over me, cool and refreshing. Just seconds later, I heard the splash as Blake dove in behind me, the water embracing both of us, the heat from the fire and the thrill of the run instantly replaced by the chill of the lake. We surfaced together, both laughing, the sound carrying out over the still water.
The water was cold—the kind of cold that you could feel deep, especially in your balls, but it felt good after sitting by the fire for as long as we had. It was pitch black out there, with only the dim light coming from the main house, probably about 150 yards up a small hill from the edge of the water, and the gentle glow from the moon and stars above.
And there were so many stars. The moon was just a sliver, letting the stars steal the show, each one bright against the dark canvas of the sky. We could see every constellation, the entire ring of the Milky Way stretched across the horizon. It was breathtaking, the kind of night sky that made you feel small in the best way. We both floated there for a while, looking up in silence, letting the moment sink in, surrounded by nothing but the cold water and the brilliance of the universe above us.
I turned my head towards Blake, breaking the quiet. “You still haven’t told me about your second ‘sunset,’” I said, a teasing edge to my voice. “Are we still calling your gay hookups sunsets, or are we past that yet?”
Blake let out a laugh, shaking his head slightly. “Wow,” he said, still chuckling. “Alright, alright. There isn’t much to tell. It was a drunk night in college—an away football game in Georgia. I never knew the guy’s name. It happened in the bathroom of his frat house.”
My attention instantly piqued, my eyebrows shooting up. “The bathroom of a frat house in Georgia?” I repeated, my voice filled with disbelief and amusement. “You really know how to keep it classy, don’t you?” I laughed, shaking my head.
Blake shot back without missing a beat. “Oh, isn’t that the stove calling the kettle black? I know good and well you’ve had your fair share of hookups in the bathrooms at the gay bars back home,” he said, a smirk tugging at his lips.
I let out a laugh, nodding. “True, but they have to be cleaner than a frat house bathroom… What happened in that bathroom?” I pressed, curiosity getting the better of me.
Blake just gave me a sly grin, his eyes catching the faint moonlight. “Wouldn’t you like to know,” he said, and then he turned, starting to swim towards the dock. “It’s getting cold out here, I think my dick’s trying to crawl inside me,” he added, laughing.
I laughed with him, feeling the chill now too. “Fucking same,” I agreed, following him as we swam towards the shore.
As we got closer, Blake swam past the ladder to the dock, heading instead towards the shallow part near the shore. He stood, the water reaching just above his waist, and I followed, the cool water lapping around us as we made our way towards where it was easier to walk.
We were waist-deep, the ground beneath us soft as we waded, and Blake suddenly stopped, causing me to almost bump into him. “Did you step on—” I started to ask, thinking maybe he found something in the water, but before I could finish, he turned around swiftly.
Without a word, Blake reached out, his hands finding me. One of his hands slipped to the back of my head, pulling me in, and the other wrapped around my lower back, pressing our bodies tightly together. His lips crashed into mine, firm and hungry, and it was like all the tension, all the teasing that had been building finally had somewhere to go.
My chest pressed against his, the hard muscles of our torsos fitting together perfectly. I could feel the heat of him, his body warm even in the cold water. My abs against his, my dick against his—this time there were no teasing jocks in the way, nothing separating us. Just skin on skin, our bodies locked together.
His kiss was fierce, demanding, like he was making up for lost time. I responded instantly, my hands finding his back, feeling the wet, smooth skin beneath my fingers as I pulled him even closer, our hips pressing together, our dicks brushing against each other, the cold of the water and the heat between us combining in a way that sent a shiver down my spine.
The world around us seemed to fade away—the stars, the fire, the chill of the night. None of it mattered compared to the feel of him, the way his lips moved against mine, the roughness of his hand at the back of my head, the solidness of his body pressed against me.
As you know, my mind typically races—always jumping from possibility to possibility, considering every scenario. But this time, I was just in the moment, fully present, letting myself feel everything without overthinking it.
My hands moved over Blake’s back, tracing the muscles, feeling the definition beneath his skin. I let them drift lower, finally getting to feel his ass—the firm, muscular cheeks under my palms. It was glorious, everything I’d imagined and more. The instant my hands touched him there, any effect the cold water had on my dick was gone, replaced by an immediate throb of arousal, my cock swelling quickly between us.
Blake’s hands were just as eager, sliding down my back, his fingers pressing into my skin, and then I felt both of his hands on my ass. He squeezed my cheeks, his grip firm and possessive, pulling me tighter against him, and I let out a soft groan against his mouth.
It felt so damn good. The warmth of his body, the firmness of his touch—it was hard to put into words, almost overwhelming. I knew I would never forget that feeling for the rest of my life. My hands left his ass, sliding around to the front, brushing against his hip, the curve of his side. My fingers traced along his abs, feeling each ridge like I was reading braille, not wanting to miss a single letter as I moved lower. His body was like a map, and I was taking my time, learning every detail, savoring each touch, each line, each shiver that ran through him under my touch.
Blake let out a deep breath, his lips parting from mine for just a second as I moved my hand lower, his eyes locked onto mine. There was no hesitation, no teasing now—just need, pure and raw. His hands gripped my ass tighter, pulling me against him, and I could feel his own cock, hard and pressing against mine, the head pushing against my balls.
I paused for a moment, my hand resting against his abs, feeling the heat radiating from his skin, the tension between us thick, electric. Blake’s eyes held mine, his breathing heavy, his lips slightly parted, waiting.
I let my hand move down slowly, feeling the soft hair below his navel, the heat of him guiding me. His pubic hair slipping between my fingers like hair in a comb, and I felt him shudder, a small sound escaping his lips. His forehead pressed against mine, and I could feel his breath mixing with mine, the anticipation between us growing.
Blake let out a low, almost shaky laugh. “You really are something else, you know that?” he whispered, his voice thick, his hands still gripping my ass.
And then, suddenly, there was a noise—a rustling sound from the trees, like leaves crunching or twigs snapping under the weight of something, or someone. It was faint, but in the stillness of the night, it cut through everything.
I pulled back instinctively, my eyes darting towards the shore, my heart skipping a beat. “Did you hear that?” I whispered, my voice barely audible over the gentle lapping of the water.
Blake’s brows furrowed, his hands loosening on my ass. He glanced in the direction I was looking, his gaze narrowing. “Yeah… I heard it,” he said, his voice lower now, cautious. The carefree moment between us evaporated in an instant, replaced by something more alert, more tense.
We both stayed still, listening, the water lapping softly against us. There it was again—a crunch, like someone/something stepping on dried leaves, moving through the trees. My eyes searched the dark shore, but all I could make out were shadows shifting, the tree-line blurring into the darkness.
Blake let out a breath, shaking his head slightly, but I could tell he was uneasy too. “Probably just a deer or something, right?” he said, trying to keep his tone casual, though there was an edge to it.
I swallowed, my body still pressed against his, but the mood had shifted. “Yeah… maybe.” But that feeling I’d had earlier, when we arrived—that something wasn’t quite right—crept back in, a small chill running down my spine. The darkness felt different now, the stars and moon above offering no comfort, just casting long, uncertain shadows across the shore. I couldn’t see a damn thing.
Blake gave me a small, reassuring squeeze on my hip to bring me back, “Come on, let’s get out of the water,” he said, his voice just above a whisper.
We waded out a bit further, then swam over to the ladder on the dock. I reached it first, climbing up quickly, the chill of the night air hitting me as soon as I was out of the water. I grabbed one of the towels on the table, my eyes still flickering over to the treeline, and handed it to Blake as he climbed up the ladder. He took it with a nod, water dripping from his body, but I couldn’t quite bring myself to look away from the shoreline where we had heard the noise.
I tried to keep my expression neutral, to keep my focus on drying off and not on the uneasy feeling twisting in my gut. I didn’t want to freak Blake out, didn’t want to make a big deal out of something that could just be a deer or some animal moving through the trees. But still, that feeling—that sense of something being off—was back, stronger than before.
I grabbed another towel for myself, rubbing it over my hair and shoulders as Blake wrapped his towel around his waist. We both started making our way back up to the house, the fire down at the pit now dying, its light flickering low, barely illuminating the yard anymore. The night felt different, like it was closing in on us. The warmth of the fire and the excitement of the swim had worn off, leaving me with that gnawing unease. It was like the silence of the night was pressing in, a reminder that we weren’t entirely alone out here, that there was something watching, something hidden just beyond the edge of our sight.
We walked side by side, Blake’s shoulder occasionally brushing against mine. He seemed calm enough, towel secured around his waist, but I could feel my own tension, each step towards the house feeling heavier than the last. That feeling I’d had when we arrived—the one that had faded while we laughed and swam and kissed—was back now, just as strong as before. It clung to me, a reminder that whatever this was, it wasn’t just my imagination.
Blake glanced at me as we approached the porch, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “You okay, man?” he asked, his voice light, but I could see the question in his eyes—like he could tell I was on edge, even if he wasn’t sure why.
I forced a smile, nodding as I pulled the towel tighter around my waist. “Yeah, yeah, I’m good,” I said, trying to keep my tone casual. “Just a little cold, that’s all.”
Blake nodded, seeming to accept my answer, though he gave me one more lingering look before turning his attention back to the house. We climbed the steps to the back patio, the warmth of the house calling us back in. As we stepped through the slider, I took one last glance over my shoulder, my eyes scanning the dark treeline, trying to catch anything—a movement, a shadow—but there was nothing. Just the quiet night and the darkness.
Once inside, I went around and closed all the sliders, locking them and pulling the curtains shut. The unease still gnawed at me. Still, I couldn’t shake the fucking feeling, the sense that something just wasn’t right.
It was the same feeling that had messed up everything that was happening between me and Blake down by the lake. I didn’t know if Blake felt uneasy about the noise too or if he was just feeding off my energy, but the tension hung between us. Once I finished closing everything up, Blake let out a yawn, stretching his arms over his head, and said, “Holy shit, dude, it’s 1:30 AM. I think I’m gonna head to bed, so we can get an early-ish start tomorrow.”
I forced a smile, trying to push down my frustration. “Oh… yeah, good idea,” I said, nodding, though inside I was kicking myself for letting this fucking deer—or whatever it was—to cock block me, for letting it ruin what was about to happen with Blake.
He gave me a small smile, his eyes searching mine for a moment like he wanted to say something more, but he just nodded, turning to head towards the stairs. “Night, man,” he said over his shoulder, his voice soft.
“Night,” I replied, watching him head up the stairs, the house feeling strangely quiet now, almost too quiet. I let out a slow breath, running a hand through my hair, trying to shake the feeling, but it clung to me like a shadow, that nagging sense of something just out of sight.
I stood there for a moment, staring at the closed curtains, the faint moonlight filtering through the fabric. Maybe I was overreacting. Maybe it was nothing. I looked over at the stairs, a wave of regret washing over me—regret for letting whatever it was interrupt what Blake and I had been sharing. The unease from earlier was now tangled with that regret, each feeding off the other, making it hard to let go. I turned my gaze back to the curtains, that gnawing sense still there, a feeling that whatever it was, it wasn’t finished yet.
End Chapter 6
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I was a Blake's best friend... once. It has been five years since he hasn't spoken to me, after our 'sunset'. I thought that taking our friendship to another level and making love out of it will get us even closer, but l guess l was naive and so wrong 
... It hurts, but it's allright. Everything takes time, and time takes everything...
... It hurts, but it's allright. Everything takes time, and time takes everything...What is up with this guy killing the vibe with Blake by overthinking??? Blake is ready for fun. Geeez, experiment with him already lol
It's the erotic story equivalent of edging, and I'm here for it.
@3rdbaseman Rarely have I read a story here of all places with such intentional & meaningful character development as this one. Blake & our main protagonist have been fleshed out into two great leads and your writing is inspiring to somebody who enjoys writing stories as well. Looking forward to the next instalments.
Keep up the great work, man!
Keep up the great work, man!
He posted that he was busy with work, I'm sure he'll post more when he can!
I know. Mine was 'said' in jest — more like an appreciation for his talent and at the same time excited to read next chapter.
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Which Blake is this? Same trainer ?I was a Blake's best friend... once. It has been five years since he hasn't spoken to me, after our 'sunset'. I thought that taking our friendship to another level and making love out of it will get us even closer, but l guess l was naive and so wrong
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by saying "a blake" he's saying he had a straight friend of his own.
I'm liking this story even if some of it is repetitive or rearranged in multiple paragraphs. I would also imagine if his junk was resting on your junk he would have known that you were hard and was doing it on purpose. Lets say he was oblivious, once he stood up there is absolutely no way he would have not noticed you were hard. Jocks leave little to the imagination and since you guys had been working out in jocks for a couple weeks by this time, he would know the difference between your flaccid and erect penis.
