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Adventures with my Personal Trainer
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you do know how to keep readers intrigued haha
everyday I come here to check if theres an update on the story 
It’s been well over a month since we’ve gotten a new chapter. Please accept our anticipation as a compliment for your fine writing. Any update on when we can expect another installment? Thanks.
I apologize to everyone!
Life/work has been crazy and I’ve been all over the place… I’ve been in and out of the country, with family, and I just haven’t had time to work on or post anything. And again I apologize but really appreciate the love and kind words.
I have a little break before leaving again and I will be posting the next chapter, maybe chapter(s), later this weekend.
Thank you for your patients and Cheers!
Life/work has been crazy and I’ve been all over the place… I’ve been in and out of the country, with family, and I just haven’t had time to work on or post anything. And again I apologize but really appreciate the love and kind words.
I have a little break before leaving again and I will be posting the next chapter, maybe chapter(s), later this weekend.
Thank you for your patients and Cheers!
Dont feel too much pressure and take your time, i love your story a lot and enjoy every stroke with it XD
Chapter 7: Days of Jocks Past
I woke up later than usual—around 7:30—probably because of the whirlwind that was yesterday. We had started at 4:30 a.m. with our typical workout, followed by the eight-hour drive to the lake. And on top of all that, everything with Blake happened, from the electrifying four-wheeler ride to the lake to almost everything else that followed. My head was a chaotic mix of thoughts, still split between Blake’s growing openness and the strange feeling that started gnawing at me from the moment we arrived—then amplified by that rustling sound while we were naked in the lake.
But as soon as I saw the clock, I pushed myself out of bed, my body feeling sluggish but aware of what needed to be done. My cock, though, seemed utterly unbothered by the situation. It was rock hard, harder than a piece of steel, curving upward stubbornly in that annoying way that makes a morning piss a logistical nightmare. Trying to push it down to aim at the toilet was a losing battle. The bastard wouldn’t cooperate. After a few failed attempts, I gave up with a muttered “fuck it” and stepped into the shower—figuring I might as well kill two birds with one stone.
Hot water cascaded over me, steam filling the air until it felt thick enough to taste. I let out a slow breath, feeling the heat sink into my muscles, washing away the stiffness and lingering exhaustion from yesterday. My hands glided over my chest and shoulders, melting the tension as I worked the lather across my skin. The suds mixed with the heat, and each pass of my hands was a ritual to rinse off the weight of the day before.
My fingers traced over my torso, down my abdomen, pausing just before they reached my hard shaft. It stood there, a relentless presence, but I ignored it at first, guiding my hands around it, feeling the warmth of my body under my palms as I washed away the traces of sweat and dirt. My fingers brushed through the hair at the base, combing through my pubes, feeling the dampness there. Each touch felt like a spark, a faint tease that sent a shiver down my spine.
I let my hands drift lower, moving to my thighs, feeling the muscles beneath the skin as I washed along the inner line, my fingers pressing gently, almost as if exploring. Each inch felt hotter, the touch more charged as I worked lower, feeling every contour, every line of muscle under my palms. The closer I got to my cock, the harder it was to keep my mind on anything but the heat building in me, like embers waiting to catch flame.
My hands worked their way up my thighs; I brushed over my taint, feeling the sensitivity there, the way every inch seemed to come alive under the warmth of the water. My fingers lingered for a moment, pressing just enough to feel the tension in my body spike, my breathing picking up as I continued the slow, almost teasing path across my skin. By the time my hands reached my balls, I could feel the pulse in my cock.
The water kept pouring down over me, slicking every inch of my skin as my hand lingered at my balls, each touch making me more aware of the tension building in my cock. I tried to keep it controlled, keep myself grounded in the steady warmth of the water, but my mind kept drifting back—to last night, to Blake and me, alone in the lake, our bodies wrapped around each other under the moonlight.
I could still feel it, the press of his body against mine, the way the water lapped around us, cool compared to the heat between us. His chest had been firm against me, his skin smooth and slick from the lake, and I remembered the exact moment when our hips had lined up. Our cocks had pressed against each other beneath the surface, the feeling immediate and intense, like a current passing through us. I’d felt his thickness against mine, the way he’d hardened against me, and I could still remember that pulse of heat that ran through me when I realized he was as turned on as I was.
My hand tightened around my cock at the memory, fingers instinctively wrapping around the thickness as I recalled the feel of his ass in my hands, firm, and round as I’d pulled him closer. My hands had moved over him, exploring, feeling the strength in his muscles, gripping his ass with a hunger I hadn’t even tried to hide. I’d felt the tension in his body, the way he pushed back against me, our dicks pressed together, hard and insistent, as if there was no need for words, no holding back.
The memory burned hotter, and my hand closed even tighter around my cock, feeling it pulse with need. I could still picture the way his lips had found mine, the hunger in his kiss as our bodies locked together in that dark, quiet lake, the world fading away until there was only him, only us, caught up in the heat of the moment.
My hand wrapped around my cock, gripping it firmly, feeling the heat pulse under my palm as my fingers tightened further. My other hand moved to my balls, rolling them gently, feeling the tension coiling as they tightened with every thought of last night, of Blake pressed against me in the water. I let my fingers glide slowly up my shaft, savoring each inch as if I were mimicking exactly how I’d touch him if we’d been alone in that lake without any interruptions.
In my mind, I started fantasizing about what would have happened; I could see him clearly, his body close, skin slick under my hands as I wrapped my fingers around his hard dick, feeling it pulse against my grip. I imagined the heft of him, thick and hot in my hand as my thumb brushed over the ridge of his cut head, moving slowly, back and forth, feeling the firmness under my touch. Each slow pass of my thumb would make him shudder, that delicious tension building between us, his breath catching as I explored every ridge and curve, mapping him out inch by inch.
My hand stroked my own cock in the same slow rhythm, feeling the sensations pulse through me as I matched each imagined movement. I could practically hear his breathing, the soft groans escaping him as my fingers worked over him, teasing him, watching his face as he let himself go, sinking into it. I let my own breath grow heavier, my chest rising and falling as my strokes grew longer, feeling the build-up in my core with every vivid detail.
I thought about what I’d do next, how I’d want to taste him, my mouth trailing down his chest, following every drop of water until I reached his cock, letting my tongue run along his length, slow and deliberate, feeling him twitch as I took him in. I could almost feel the weight of him against my tongue, the taste of water from the lake mixing with the heat of his precum and the taste of his skin. I’d let my lips close around him, savoring the firmness, the way his cock would fill my mouth, pushing against the back of my throat as I took him deeper, my tongue running along the underside, tracing every vein.
My strokes picked up in pace, matching the intensity of the fantasy as my hand moved faster, feeling my cock throb with each pass. My other hand massaged my balls, feeling them draw tighter with every thought and every movement as if my body was winding up, ready to explode from the intensity building inside me. I could almost feel Blake’s hands gripping my shoulders, his fingers digging into my skin as I sucked him, his body trembling as he struggled to hold back.
In my mind, I took it further, my mouth moving down to his balls, feeling their weight settle on my tongue, filling my mouth as I sucked each one, slow and carefully. I’d stroke his cock at the same time, watching his face, taking in every reaction as he let out a low, desperate moan. My lips would tighten around his sack, my tongue rolling over the skin, tasting every inch, feeling the way his balls pulled up as he got closer. Then, I’d pull back, stretching the skin between us, feeling the tension build until his balls popped free with a wet, satisfying smack.
That image alone made my cock jerk in my hand, the need building to an almost unbearable level. I could feel my balls tightening, pulling up as I stroked faster, the pressure inside me coiling tighter and tighter with every passing thought. My breathing was ragged, my grip hard as I chased the edge, my mind locked on Blake, on every detail of what I wanted to do to him, on the way his body would give in, just for me.
My hand pumped up and down my cock, faster now, each stroke deliberate, hard, my grip just tight enough to feel every throb, every pulsing beat that drove me closer to the edge. The slickness of the water made each movement smoother, every glide over the sensitive skin almost too intense, sending sparks shooting up my spine.
My hand moved in a steady rhythm, fingers wrapped firmly around the shaft, feeling the veins press against my palm, the head swelling each time I reached the top. I could feel the pressure building inside me, a relentless, aching need that had been stoked since last night, now reaching a breaking point. My other hand still cupped my balls, rolling them gently, feeling them pull up tighter with every stroke, each touch adding to the overwhelming tension winding tighter in my core.
I let out a low groan, my breath coming faster, harsher, as I picked up the pace, the sound of my strokes echoing in the shower, mixing with the rush of the water. My thumb circled the head, pressing against the slick, sensitive skin, feeling the precum smear under my touch, heightening every sensation until my whole body was humming with need. My hips began to move, thrusting forward to meet each stroke. The movement was instinctual and desperate, like my body was chasing the release it had been denied.
My hand squeezed tighter, my strokes turning rough, urgent, as I felt myself teeter on the edge. My cock twitched in my grip, each pump drawing me closer, the pressure building until it felt like it would burst. I let out another muffled groan, low and guttural, feeling my muscles tense, my whole body tightening as I chased that final push, that moment of pure, blinding relief.
The intensity built to a breaking point, every nerve on fire, my breath ragged as my hand worked my cock, each stroke pushing me closer. My body tensed, muscles locked as I finally hit the edge. My dick jerked violently, the first three thick spurts of cum shooting out, splattering against the glass door in front of me, streaking down in slow, sticky trails that caught the light through the steam. My hand kept pumping, drawing out each pulse, milking every last drop as my whole body shook from the force of it.
Feeling the weight of release settle over me, I sank down onto the bench in the shower, spreading my legs wide as I let myself come down, my chest rising and falling with each heavy breath. My cock still standing straight up, resting against my abs, and my balls slowly relaxing and loosening. The last bit of cum dribbled from my dick hole, sliding down my still-ridged shaft, pooling warmly at the base before slipping over my balls. I watched my dick, still twitching, savoring the last waves of pleasure rolling through me, the satisfaction lingering like a hum in my veins.
I leaned back, letting the water rinse everything away, feeling completely spent. My body relaxed in a way I hadn’t felt in what seemed like ages, even though it had only been a day since my marathon jerk-off sessions. For now, everything was quiet. All the tension washed away, leaving only the warmth and steady rhythm of the water around me. But as soon as the post-nut clarity kicked in, my mind immediately went back to last night and what was out there.
After my shower, probably to no one’s surprise, my cock was still rock-hard, stubbornly refusing to back down even after release. Wrapping a towel around my waist seemed like the best move to get out of the bathroom without being too obvious. I adjusted it to sit a little lower on my hips, letting the edge of the towel hang just loose enough to look casual but tight enough to press down on my dick and keep it from tenting too noticeably. Still, every step reminded me of the tension that hadn’t entirely faded, the ache that still lingered, refusing to let me forget about Blake or the way things had almost unfolded between us.
Hoping that some fresh air might help settle me down, I made my way out toward the living room, keeping my movements quiet. The house was eerily silent, almost as if it was holding its breath. Dishes were still stacked by the sink, untouched, and there was no coffee brewing, no sound from upstairs. It seemed Blake wasn’t up yet, and the realization only sharpened my need to clear my head.
Sliding open the front door, I stepped outside. The morning air was cool against my skin, and the contrast was sharp and almost shocking. I felt the towel slip slightly, pressing against the tip of my cock, and I adjusted it, feeling the frustrating insistence beneath the fabric. Each step seemed to fuel my determination to figure out what had caused the noise last night, as if resolving that would let me focus on the real priority—Blake.
I moved toward the tree line, my eyes scanning the area where we’d heard the rustling, every sound heightened by the early morning stillness. The woods were dense but calm, the silence somehow holding an edge of anticipation. And then, just past a cluster of trees, I spotted it—a deer feeder, set up closer to the water than usual. I let out a quiet laugh, a mix of relief and frustration that something so ordinary had worked me up all night.
But even as I stared at the feeder, something didn’t sit right. That feeder hadn’t been there before, and deer usually weren’t active in the dead of night. It only offered a possibility to what we’d heard, but it didn’t fully ease the pit in my stomach. The relief was partial at best, leaving an odd sense that something was still off, that there was more I couldn’t quite put my finger on.
I adjusted the towel one last time and started back to the house, trying to shake the lingering tension as I approached the door. Just as I reached for the handle, I heard footsteps crunching through the gravel around the side of the cabin. I paused, every muscle tensing as the sound drew closer, sharpening my senses.
Then Blake jogged around the corner, earbuds in, looking just as surprised to see me standing there. He slowed to a walk, his gaze dropping briefly to the towel slung low on my hips before meeting my eyes, a flicker of something unreadable in his expression. He pulled out his earbuds, his breath steady as he stopped just a few feet away, giving me that familiar, teasing smile.
“Morning, princess!” Blake grinned, his voice carrying that familiar teasing edge. “How’d you sleep? And what’s with the towel? You go swimming without me?”
I rolled my eyes, playing along. “Ha ha, morning. No, just got out of the shower and came outside for a second.” There was no way I was telling him I’d been obsessing over that noise like a paranoid idiot. My eyes flicked down for a moment before I added, “Looks like you went jogging without me, though. In your jock, no less.”
Blake stood there, sweat glistening over his muscular frame, wearing nothing but that strapless jockstrap from last night. His body looked incredible, skin flushed from exertion, and every slight movement made the fabric shift, doing absolutely nothing to help calm my raging hard-on.
He laughed, his chest rising and falling, droplets of sweat sliding down over his pecs. “Yeah, I woke up ready to go, and it didn’t sound like you were up yet, so I figured I’d get it in before you woke. I had shorts on, but then I got out here and saw my jock just lying in the front yard from last night, so I said, “Why not?’” He smirked, clearly amused by the whole thing.
I shook my head, unable to hide a grin. “Only you, man.”
Blake’s eyes crinkled at the corners, his grin widening in response. He reached up to wipe the sweat off his brow, muscles flexing with the movement, and I found myself unable to look away. The way the early morning light caught his body, the sheen of sweat, the way that strapless jock hugged him—it was almost too much.
He looked down at himself, then back at me, noticing where my eyes had wandered. “What? Something wrong with the outfit?” He raised an eyebrow, clearly amused, and I felt a heat rising up my neck.
“Yeah, just missing a bit of fabric, don’t you think?” I replied, trying to sound casual, but my voice came out a little rougher than intended.
Blake laughed, turning towards the door, his eyes glinting with mischief. “Oh, come on. It’s not like you haven’t seen it all before,” he teased, his tone light, but there was something else underneath it. Something more.
I swallowed, trying to focus, but the sight of him and that confidence had me fighting to keep my composure. “True. But still, you’re gonna give the deer a real show if you’re not careful.”
He chuckled, giving me one more glance over his shoulder before heading to the door. I watched the way his body moved, each step making everything bounce and shift under the jock, the smooth flex of his ass almost hypnotic. My cock throbbed, still hard as hell, and I had to fight the urge just to drop the towel and take care of it right then and there.
Blake paused at the door, turning back with a grin. “You coming in, or are you just gonna hang out here with your towel for a while?”
I snapped back to reality, shaking my head. “Yeah, yeah, I’m coming,” I called back, adjusting the towel around my waist again. I took one last look at the trees, trying to let go of last night’s paranoia, then followed Blake inside, the tension between us still buzzing in the air.
We both walked inside, the cool air of the house feeling almost too stark after the warmth outside. Blake kept wiping sweat off his chest and arms with the back of his hand, breathing a little heavier still from his jog. He sat down at the kitchen island, leaning back as he pulled off his shoes and socks, his eyes on me.
“So,” he said, glancing up while tugging a sock off, “what’s the plan for today? Are we taking the boat out or what?”
I moved towards the coffee machine, still in my towel, getting everything set up to brew. “Doesn’t matter to me,” I replied, shrugging. “But we don’t really have a lot of breakfast food here at the house. We could take the boat into town, grab some breakfast, and then head out from there. Grab some gas for the jet ski, too.”
Blake’s eyes lit up at that. “Fuck yes, let’s do that. I’ve never been on a jet ski.”
I turned to look at him, genuinely surprised. “Wait, never? Like ever, or just in a long time?”
He let out a small chuckle, shaking his head. “Nah, man. Never.”
“Well, we’re fixing that today,” I said, a grin spreading across my face.
Blake nodded, matching my grin. “Deal.”
He stood up, stretching his arms above his head, his muscles flexing, then said, “Alright, I’m gonna jump in the pool and grab my trunks from last night. Then I’ll dry off, and we can head out if you want to get dressed.”
I laughed, the memory of him tossing those wet trunks at me last night coming back, the way they slapped against my chest before I saw his bare ass strutting away. “Yeah, I remember those trunks, alright.”
Blake gave me a knowing grin, then turned, heading towards the back door. He slid it open and walked outside, his back still to me. I watched as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his jock, giving me just enough of a show to see the slow reveal. He pulled it down, the tight fabric sliding down over his ass, every movement deliberate, teasing. He bent slightly as he stepped out of the jock, his bare ass flexing before he tossed it onto one of the chairs by the pool.
END PART ONE
I woke up later than usual—around 7:30—probably because of the whirlwind that was yesterday. We had started at 4:30 a.m. with our typical workout, followed by the eight-hour drive to the lake. And on top of all that, everything with Blake happened, from the electrifying four-wheeler ride to the lake to almost everything else that followed. My head was a chaotic mix of thoughts, still split between Blake’s growing openness and the strange feeling that started gnawing at me from the moment we arrived—then amplified by that rustling sound while we were naked in the lake.
But as soon as I saw the clock, I pushed myself out of bed, my body feeling sluggish but aware of what needed to be done. My cock, though, seemed utterly unbothered by the situation. It was rock hard, harder than a piece of steel, curving upward stubbornly in that annoying way that makes a morning piss a logistical nightmare. Trying to push it down to aim at the toilet was a losing battle. The bastard wouldn’t cooperate. After a few failed attempts, I gave up with a muttered “fuck it” and stepped into the shower—figuring I might as well kill two birds with one stone.
Hot water cascaded over me, steam filling the air until it felt thick enough to taste. I let out a slow breath, feeling the heat sink into my muscles, washing away the stiffness and lingering exhaustion from yesterday. My hands glided over my chest and shoulders, melting the tension as I worked the lather across my skin. The suds mixed with the heat, and each pass of my hands was a ritual to rinse off the weight of the day before.
My fingers traced over my torso, down my abdomen, pausing just before they reached my hard shaft. It stood there, a relentless presence, but I ignored it at first, guiding my hands around it, feeling the warmth of my body under my palms as I washed away the traces of sweat and dirt. My fingers brushed through the hair at the base, combing through my pubes, feeling the dampness there. Each touch felt like a spark, a faint tease that sent a shiver down my spine.
I let my hands drift lower, moving to my thighs, feeling the muscles beneath the skin as I washed along the inner line, my fingers pressing gently, almost as if exploring. Each inch felt hotter, the touch more charged as I worked lower, feeling every contour, every line of muscle under my palms. The closer I got to my cock, the harder it was to keep my mind on anything but the heat building in me, like embers waiting to catch flame.
My hands worked their way up my thighs; I brushed over my taint, feeling the sensitivity there, the way every inch seemed to come alive under the warmth of the water. My fingers lingered for a moment, pressing just enough to feel the tension in my body spike, my breathing picking up as I continued the slow, almost teasing path across my skin. By the time my hands reached my balls, I could feel the pulse in my cock.
The water kept pouring down over me, slicking every inch of my skin as my hand lingered at my balls, each touch making me more aware of the tension building in my cock. I tried to keep it controlled, keep myself grounded in the steady warmth of the water, but my mind kept drifting back—to last night, to Blake and me, alone in the lake, our bodies wrapped around each other under the moonlight.
I could still feel it, the press of his body against mine, the way the water lapped around us, cool compared to the heat between us. His chest had been firm against me, his skin smooth and slick from the lake, and I remembered the exact moment when our hips had lined up. Our cocks had pressed against each other beneath the surface, the feeling immediate and intense, like a current passing through us. I’d felt his thickness against mine, the way he’d hardened against me, and I could still remember that pulse of heat that ran through me when I realized he was as turned on as I was.
My hand tightened around my cock at the memory, fingers instinctively wrapping around the thickness as I recalled the feel of his ass in my hands, firm, and round as I’d pulled him closer. My hands had moved over him, exploring, feeling the strength in his muscles, gripping his ass with a hunger I hadn’t even tried to hide. I’d felt the tension in his body, the way he pushed back against me, our dicks pressed together, hard and insistent, as if there was no need for words, no holding back.
The memory burned hotter, and my hand closed even tighter around my cock, feeling it pulse with need. I could still picture the way his lips had found mine, the hunger in his kiss as our bodies locked together in that dark, quiet lake, the world fading away until there was only him, only us, caught up in the heat of the moment.
My hand wrapped around my cock, gripping it firmly, feeling the heat pulse under my palm as my fingers tightened further. My other hand moved to my balls, rolling them gently, feeling the tension coiling as they tightened with every thought of last night, of Blake pressed against me in the water. I let my fingers glide slowly up my shaft, savoring each inch as if I were mimicking exactly how I’d touch him if we’d been alone in that lake without any interruptions.
In my mind, I started fantasizing about what would have happened; I could see him clearly, his body close, skin slick under my hands as I wrapped my fingers around his hard dick, feeling it pulse against my grip. I imagined the heft of him, thick and hot in my hand as my thumb brushed over the ridge of his cut head, moving slowly, back and forth, feeling the firmness under my touch. Each slow pass of my thumb would make him shudder, that delicious tension building between us, his breath catching as I explored every ridge and curve, mapping him out inch by inch.
My hand stroked my own cock in the same slow rhythm, feeling the sensations pulse through me as I matched each imagined movement. I could practically hear his breathing, the soft groans escaping him as my fingers worked over him, teasing him, watching his face as he let himself go, sinking into it. I let my own breath grow heavier, my chest rising and falling as my strokes grew longer, feeling the build-up in my core with every vivid detail.
I thought about what I’d do next, how I’d want to taste him, my mouth trailing down his chest, following every drop of water until I reached his cock, letting my tongue run along his length, slow and deliberate, feeling him twitch as I took him in. I could almost feel the weight of him against my tongue, the taste of water from the lake mixing with the heat of his precum and the taste of his skin. I’d let my lips close around him, savoring the firmness, the way his cock would fill my mouth, pushing against the back of my throat as I took him deeper, my tongue running along the underside, tracing every vein.
My strokes picked up in pace, matching the intensity of the fantasy as my hand moved faster, feeling my cock throb with each pass. My other hand massaged my balls, feeling them draw tighter with every thought and every movement as if my body was winding up, ready to explode from the intensity building inside me. I could almost feel Blake’s hands gripping my shoulders, his fingers digging into my skin as I sucked him, his body trembling as he struggled to hold back.
In my mind, I took it further, my mouth moving down to his balls, feeling their weight settle on my tongue, filling my mouth as I sucked each one, slow and carefully. I’d stroke his cock at the same time, watching his face, taking in every reaction as he let out a low, desperate moan. My lips would tighten around his sack, my tongue rolling over the skin, tasting every inch, feeling the way his balls pulled up as he got closer. Then, I’d pull back, stretching the skin between us, feeling the tension build until his balls popped free with a wet, satisfying smack.
That image alone made my cock jerk in my hand, the need building to an almost unbearable level. I could feel my balls tightening, pulling up as I stroked faster, the pressure inside me coiling tighter and tighter with every passing thought. My breathing was ragged, my grip hard as I chased the edge, my mind locked on Blake, on every detail of what I wanted to do to him, on the way his body would give in, just for me.
My hand pumped up and down my cock, faster now, each stroke deliberate, hard, my grip just tight enough to feel every throb, every pulsing beat that drove me closer to the edge. The slickness of the water made each movement smoother, every glide over the sensitive skin almost too intense, sending sparks shooting up my spine.
My hand moved in a steady rhythm, fingers wrapped firmly around the shaft, feeling the veins press against my palm, the head swelling each time I reached the top. I could feel the pressure building inside me, a relentless, aching need that had been stoked since last night, now reaching a breaking point. My other hand still cupped my balls, rolling them gently, feeling them pull up tighter with every stroke, each touch adding to the overwhelming tension winding tighter in my core.
I let out a low groan, my breath coming faster, harsher, as I picked up the pace, the sound of my strokes echoing in the shower, mixing with the rush of the water. My thumb circled the head, pressing against the slick, sensitive skin, feeling the precum smear under my touch, heightening every sensation until my whole body was humming with need. My hips began to move, thrusting forward to meet each stroke. The movement was instinctual and desperate, like my body was chasing the release it had been denied.
My hand squeezed tighter, my strokes turning rough, urgent, as I felt myself teeter on the edge. My cock twitched in my grip, each pump drawing me closer, the pressure building until it felt like it would burst. I let out another muffled groan, low and guttural, feeling my muscles tense, my whole body tightening as I chased that final push, that moment of pure, blinding relief.
The intensity built to a breaking point, every nerve on fire, my breath ragged as my hand worked my cock, each stroke pushing me closer. My body tensed, muscles locked as I finally hit the edge. My dick jerked violently, the first three thick spurts of cum shooting out, splattering against the glass door in front of me, streaking down in slow, sticky trails that caught the light through the steam. My hand kept pumping, drawing out each pulse, milking every last drop as my whole body shook from the force of it.
Feeling the weight of release settle over me, I sank down onto the bench in the shower, spreading my legs wide as I let myself come down, my chest rising and falling with each heavy breath. My cock still standing straight up, resting against my abs, and my balls slowly relaxing and loosening. The last bit of cum dribbled from my dick hole, sliding down my still-ridged shaft, pooling warmly at the base before slipping over my balls. I watched my dick, still twitching, savoring the last waves of pleasure rolling through me, the satisfaction lingering like a hum in my veins.
I leaned back, letting the water rinse everything away, feeling completely spent. My body relaxed in a way I hadn’t felt in what seemed like ages, even though it had only been a day since my marathon jerk-off sessions. For now, everything was quiet. All the tension washed away, leaving only the warmth and steady rhythm of the water around me. But as soon as the post-nut clarity kicked in, my mind immediately went back to last night and what was out there.
After my shower, probably to no one’s surprise, my cock was still rock-hard, stubbornly refusing to back down even after release. Wrapping a towel around my waist seemed like the best move to get out of the bathroom without being too obvious. I adjusted it to sit a little lower on my hips, letting the edge of the towel hang just loose enough to look casual but tight enough to press down on my dick and keep it from tenting too noticeably. Still, every step reminded me of the tension that hadn’t entirely faded, the ache that still lingered, refusing to let me forget about Blake or the way things had almost unfolded between us.
Hoping that some fresh air might help settle me down, I made my way out toward the living room, keeping my movements quiet. The house was eerily silent, almost as if it was holding its breath. Dishes were still stacked by the sink, untouched, and there was no coffee brewing, no sound from upstairs. It seemed Blake wasn’t up yet, and the realization only sharpened my need to clear my head.
Sliding open the front door, I stepped outside. The morning air was cool against my skin, and the contrast was sharp and almost shocking. I felt the towel slip slightly, pressing against the tip of my cock, and I adjusted it, feeling the frustrating insistence beneath the fabric. Each step seemed to fuel my determination to figure out what had caused the noise last night, as if resolving that would let me focus on the real priority—Blake.
I moved toward the tree line, my eyes scanning the area where we’d heard the rustling, every sound heightened by the early morning stillness. The woods were dense but calm, the silence somehow holding an edge of anticipation. And then, just past a cluster of trees, I spotted it—a deer feeder, set up closer to the water than usual. I let out a quiet laugh, a mix of relief and frustration that something so ordinary had worked me up all night.
But even as I stared at the feeder, something didn’t sit right. That feeder hadn’t been there before, and deer usually weren’t active in the dead of night. It only offered a possibility to what we’d heard, but it didn’t fully ease the pit in my stomach. The relief was partial at best, leaving an odd sense that something was still off, that there was more I couldn’t quite put my finger on.
I adjusted the towel one last time and started back to the house, trying to shake the lingering tension as I approached the door. Just as I reached for the handle, I heard footsteps crunching through the gravel around the side of the cabin. I paused, every muscle tensing as the sound drew closer, sharpening my senses.
Then Blake jogged around the corner, earbuds in, looking just as surprised to see me standing there. He slowed to a walk, his gaze dropping briefly to the towel slung low on my hips before meeting my eyes, a flicker of something unreadable in his expression. He pulled out his earbuds, his breath steady as he stopped just a few feet away, giving me that familiar, teasing smile.
“Morning, princess!” Blake grinned, his voice carrying that familiar teasing edge. “How’d you sleep? And what’s with the towel? You go swimming without me?”
I rolled my eyes, playing along. “Ha ha, morning. No, just got out of the shower and came outside for a second.” There was no way I was telling him I’d been obsessing over that noise like a paranoid idiot. My eyes flicked down for a moment before I added, “Looks like you went jogging without me, though. In your jock, no less.”
Blake stood there, sweat glistening over his muscular frame, wearing nothing but that strapless jockstrap from last night. His body looked incredible, skin flushed from exertion, and every slight movement made the fabric shift, doing absolutely nothing to help calm my raging hard-on.
He laughed, his chest rising and falling, droplets of sweat sliding down over his pecs. “Yeah, I woke up ready to go, and it didn’t sound like you were up yet, so I figured I’d get it in before you woke. I had shorts on, but then I got out here and saw my jock just lying in the front yard from last night, so I said, “Why not?’” He smirked, clearly amused by the whole thing.
I shook my head, unable to hide a grin. “Only you, man.”
Blake’s eyes crinkled at the corners, his grin widening in response. He reached up to wipe the sweat off his brow, muscles flexing with the movement, and I found myself unable to look away. The way the early morning light caught his body, the sheen of sweat, the way that strapless jock hugged him—it was almost too much.
He looked down at himself, then back at me, noticing where my eyes had wandered. “What? Something wrong with the outfit?” He raised an eyebrow, clearly amused, and I felt a heat rising up my neck.
“Yeah, just missing a bit of fabric, don’t you think?” I replied, trying to sound casual, but my voice came out a little rougher than intended.
Blake laughed, turning towards the door, his eyes glinting with mischief. “Oh, come on. It’s not like you haven’t seen it all before,” he teased, his tone light, but there was something else underneath it. Something more.
I swallowed, trying to focus, but the sight of him and that confidence had me fighting to keep my composure. “True. But still, you’re gonna give the deer a real show if you’re not careful.”
He chuckled, giving me one more glance over his shoulder before heading to the door. I watched the way his body moved, each step making everything bounce and shift under the jock, the smooth flex of his ass almost hypnotic. My cock throbbed, still hard as hell, and I had to fight the urge just to drop the towel and take care of it right then and there.
Blake paused at the door, turning back with a grin. “You coming in, or are you just gonna hang out here with your towel for a while?”
I snapped back to reality, shaking my head. “Yeah, yeah, I’m coming,” I called back, adjusting the towel around my waist again. I took one last look at the trees, trying to let go of last night’s paranoia, then followed Blake inside, the tension between us still buzzing in the air.
We both walked inside, the cool air of the house feeling almost too stark after the warmth outside. Blake kept wiping sweat off his chest and arms with the back of his hand, breathing a little heavier still from his jog. He sat down at the kitchen island, leaning back as he pulled off his shoes and socks, his eyes on me.
“So,” he said, glancing up while tugging a sock off, “what’s the plan for today? Are we taking the boat out or what?”
I moved towards the coffee machine, still in my towel, getting everything set up to brew. “Doesn’t matter to me,” I replied, shrugging. “But we don’t really have a lot of breakfast food here at the house. We could take the boat into town, grab some breakfast, and then head out from there. Grab some gas for the jet ski, too.”
Blake’s eyes lit up at that. “Fuck yes, let’s do that. I’ve never been on a jet ski.”
I turned to look at him, genuinely surprised. “Wait, never? Like ever, or just in a long time?”
He let out a small chuckle, shaking his head. “Nah, man. Never.”
“Well, we’re fixing that today,” I said, a grin spreading across my face.
Blake nodded, matching my grin. “Deal.”
He stood up, stretching his arms above his head, his muscles flexing, then said, “Alright, I’m gonna jump in the pool and grab my trunks from last night. Then I’ll dry off, and we can head out if you want to get dressed.”
I laughed, the memory of him tossing those wet trunks at me last night coming back, the way they slapped against my chest before I saw his bare ass strutting away. “Yeah, I remember those trunks, alright.”
Blake gave me a knowing grin, then turned, heading towards the back door. He slid it open and walked outside, his back still to me. I watched as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his jock, giving me just enough of a show to see the slow reveal. He pulled it down, the tight fabric sliding down over his ass, every movement deliberate, teasing. He bent slightly as he stepped out of the jock, his bare ass flexing before he tossed it onto one of the chairs by the pool.
END PART ONE
CHAPTER SEVEN CONTINUED
I took a slow sip of my coffee, trying to keep my breathing steady, my eyes glued to the sight of him. My cock throbbed against the towel, and I pressed a hand down to keep it from shifting too much. Blake knew exactly what he was doing, and damn if it wasn’t working. He dove into the pool, the splash echoing across the yard, and I shook my head, biting back a grin.
I turned my attention back to the coffee, trying to steady myself. It's just a typical morning. There is nothing to get worked up over. But as I glanced back outside, seeing Blake resurface, water cascading down his body, I knew today was going to be anything but normal.
The coffee finished brewing, and I poured a cup for Blake, setting it down on the counter before heading towards my room to change. I had an idea that would make today even more enjoyable. When I got to my room, I opened one of the drawers in the dresser where I had all my swim trunks and pulled out two of the Speedos I brought. A smile spread across my face as I grabbed them, thinking about Blake’s reaction.
I picked out the light blue one for myself, my cock still rock hard and refusing to back down. We were going to have to fix this again soon, or it would explode. In the meantime, I carefully positioned it up and to the right, following the waistband up by my hip, the tight fabric pressing snugly against me. You could see the veins running down the shaft distinctly; the fabric was so thin and tight. I pulled a pair of swim trunks on over the Speedo, enough to help hide my raging boner, and then threw on a white tank top and sandals.
As I left the bedroom, Blake emerged from the pool in his trunks, towel in hand, drying off before going upstairs to fetch his sandals and choose a shirt. He glanced up as I got closer.
“Hey,” I called out, getting his attention. I held up the other Speedo—a small, white one that could barely be called a swimsuit. “You should wear this,” I said, tossing it over to him.
Blake caught it, and the towel he was using dropped to the ground in the process. He held up the Speedo, giving it a look before grinning. “Well, that’s small,” he said, laughing.
I shrugged, my grin widening. “Not any smaller than your jock.”
Blake tilted his head, considering it for a moment before nodding. “True.” He looked back at me, one eyebrow raised. “You wearing one?”
I pulled down the waistband of my trunks on the left side, just enough to reveal the blue Speedo beneath, making sure to hide my chub on the right side. “Yep.”
Blake’s grin widened, and he nodded. “Alright, cool. I’ll run up and put it on now. So, is that what you’re wearing today? Do I need to bring anything else?”
“We could grab the life vests if you think we need them,” I offered, half-teasing, half-serious.
Blake shook his head, clearly unfazed. “I’m good without it unless you think it’s necessary.”
I paused for a moment, looking at him, and then shook my head. “Nah, I think we’re good.”
Blake gave me a thumbs-up, then headed inside, the towel forgotten on the ground as he made his way up the stairs to change.
I yelled after him, “I’m gonna head down to the boat! Just meet me down there when you’re ready!”
“Sounds good!” Blake called back, his voice echoing through the house.
I made my way down to the boat, the morning sun already starting to heat the air around me. The lake was perfectly calm, the kind of tranquil water that begged to be broken by a speeding boat or a jet ski. I headed into the boathouse, getting to work. First, I checked over the jet ski—fuel, oil, battery, all in good shape—then lowered it into the water, raising the door to back it out. I hitched it behind the boat, making sure everything was secure.
As I finished up, I heard footsteps coming down the dock, and I looked up to see Blake approaching. He was wearing his swim trunks over the white Speedo, and even though he had a relaxed expression, I could tell from the way he kept adjusting his waistband that he wasn’t entirely used to the snug fit.
“Dude, this Speedo is so tight! Is my voice higher pitched?” he called out, laughing as he said it.
I laughed along with him, shaking my head. “Yeah, they’re supposed to be tight! Give it a little while; it’ll loosen up some. Besides, on the jet ski, it’ll keep everything from slamming against the seat. Trust me, that never feels great.”
Blake gave me a skeptical look, grinning. “Whatever you say, man,” he replied, still adjusting himself as he stepped onto the boat.
We got everything ready—gear stowed, lines secured—and pushed off from the dock, setting a course for town. The boat cut smoothly across the water, the wind rushing past, the sun already beating down on us. It felt perfect, the kind of day that just begged for adventure.
It didn’t take long to get there, but I was surprised by how busy the lake was. We passed at least six or seven other boats, waving at each as we went. None of them looked familiar, but that wasn’t too surprising. This lake was huge—about 100 square miles with countless little hidden creeks and coves. Even on busy summer days, you could always find a quiet spot to disappear.
Blake was watching the boats as we passed, then turned to me, his brows furrowed. “Is it always this crowded?”
I shook my head. “Not usually, no. My guess is it’s the weather. Still hot enough that people decided to make a weekend of it.”
Blake nodded, glancing around at the other boats before his eyes settled back on me. “Well, good thing we’ve got the jet ski. I wanna get out there as soon as we’re done eating.”
I grinned, nodding in agreement. “Oh, we will. Gotta make sure you get the full experience.”
Blake laughed, leaning back against the seat, his gaze shifting out to the water. The tension between us from earlier was still there, but now it was mixed with the excitement of the day ahead. Whatever happened today, I knew it was going to be one hell of a ride.
The boat cut through the water smoothly as we approached the town, the dock coming into view. I glanced over at Blake again, taking in how his trunks fit snugly over the Speedo. Even with the trunks covering most of it, I could see the tight fabric pulling across his hips, and every shift of his body emphasized how packed everything was underneath. He caught me looking, and a slight smirk played on his lips.
“Eyes on the road, Major,” he said, his voice teasing.
I rolled my eyes but couldn’t help smiling. “Sir, yes, sir!” I shouted, laced with a heavy tone of sarcasm.
Blake let out a laugh, shaking his head. “Yeah, yeah. You just worry about docking this thing without crashing.”
I grinned, turning my attention back to the task at hand.
We docked the boat and started making our way up the dock. I spotted Bobby over on the neighboring dock, already busy with his morning tasks. I waved at him, calling out, “Good morning, old man!”
He looked up, giving a hearty laugh. “Y’all have everything you need?” he shouted back.
“Yes, sir, just grabbing some food and gas before heading out for the day,” I replied.
Bobby nodded, then called over, “You got the gas can on the boat?”
“Yeah, it’s on there,” I said, pointing towards it.
He gave a thumbs-up. “I’ll take care of it while y’all eat and put it back on the boat,” he offered.
I shook my head, smiling. “You don’t have to do that, Bobby.”
He laughed again, waving a dismissive hand. “Oh, I know I don’t. I want to,” he said, his voice carrying a genuine warmth.
“Thanks, Bobby,” I said, giving him a nod of appreciation.
Blake and I walked up the dock, the early morning sun brightening everything around us as we made our way to the diner that was just next door to the docks. The smell of fresh coffee and bacon wafted towards us, and my stomach rumbled at the thought. I glanced over at Blake, who seemed just as ready to eat.
“Smells good,” Blake said, taking a deep breath in. “I’m starving.”
“Yeah, same,” I replied, pushing open the diner’s door. The bell above the door chimed, and we stepped inside. The cool air conditioning was a welcome contrast to the growing warmth outside.
Before I even had a chance to take a step inside, someone bumped into me on my left side. I instinctively turned to apologize, and when I looked up, I froze. Nic.
Nic, the guy I was talking to a couple of months ago. The same Nic who had texted me out of the blue on Thursday before Blake and I left for the lake, and I hadn’t responded.
He turned, starting to apologize. “Oh, I’m sor—” His eyes widened as he realized who it was. “Dover?! Shit, man, this is crazy. I texted you the other day when I knew I was gonna be up here. How’ve you been?”
I could feel my stomach twist, not knowing how to react at seeing him here of all places. Before I could even say anything, Nic looked up and saw Blake standing right behind me. His face brightened a little in recognition. “Hey man, Blake, right?” He extended a hand toward Blake.
Blake knew the whole story with Nic—how I’d wanted to date him, but Nic wasn’t looking for anything serious at the time. We had all hung out a few times, and Blake liked Nic before everything went south. Blake, without missing a beat, reached out and shook Nic’s hand, giving him an unreadable look. “Yeah, have we met?” Blake asked, his voice casual but with just enough edge to make it clear he was playing it cool.
Nic hesitated, looking momentarily off-balance. “Ahh, yeah,” he said, glancing between me and Blake. “Sorry, I’m Nic.”
Blake nodded politely. “Nice to meet you.” Then, with deliberate ease, he turned to me, placing his hand on my lower back. “I’m gonna grab us a table,” he said. Take your time.”
I smiled at Blake, appreciating the easy confidence in his tone. “Thanks, I’ll be right there.”
Blake gave me a nod, then turned and walked further into the diner, leaving me alone with Nic.
I turned my attention back to Nic, trying to find the right words. “Hey, sorry I didn’t text you back,” I started, offering a smile that I hoped looked apologetic. “I was getting stuff wrapped up at work and trying to get everything ready to head out of town, and I just forgot.” Lies, of course, but they sounded good enough.
Nic nodded, his smile easygoing. “It’s cool, I get it.” He motioned behind him at two guys standing near the entrance. “I texted you to see if you wanted to come out with us. I know you like being out here this time of year.” He gestured to Alex and Dom, his close friends, guys I’d hung out with a lot back when Nic and I were talking.
“Hey, Alex. Hey, Dom.” I waved, trying to keep things light and casual. They both greeted me back, friendly enough, but I could see the curiosity in their expressions—wondering about Blake.
Nic’s eyes held mine, a softer expression crossing his face. He knew all about my dad and how much this time of year meant to me. I had brought him out here before, though not during this specific time. Blake was the first person I’d brought with me during this time—the anniversary of my dad’s death. Nic might not have known that, but it was significant to me in a way that went beyond words.
“So…you just come up here with Blake?” Nic asked, his tone casual, but I could sense the question behind it. “I thought he was straight, no.” He tried to smile, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes.
“Yeah,” I nodded, keeping my voice light. “He is. We just decided to come out and get out of the city for a little bit and unwind.”
Nic nodded slowly, looking like he was trying to figure out what to say. “That’s cool. Well, if you guys wanna hang out later, we’re here all weekend. We are leaving Monday.” He glanced back at Alex and Dom, then back to me. “Anyway, good seeing you, Dover.”
I forced a smile. “Yeah, you too, Nic. Take care.”
Nic returned the smile and stepped aside to let me pass. Then, Nic and his friends headed out the door. I watched him walk away for a moment, a strange mix of emotions churning in my chest. Seeing Nic again brought back all those feelings I thought I’d moved past, but as I turned to where Blake was already waiting at the booth, I knew this was different.
Blake was sitting with his back to the window, his eyes on me as I approached. He gave me a small, questioning smile as I slid into the booth across from him. “Everything okay?” he asked, his voice careful.
“Yeah,” I said, exhaling as I tried to shake off the encounter. “Just wasn’t expecting to run into him, that’s all. He actually texted me out of the blue on Thursday, but I didn’t answer. I figured it was just a casual reach-out—maybe he wanted to hook up or something, I don’t know.” I paused, shrugging. “We hadn’t talked in a while, at least a month, so it felt kind of random, you know?”
Blake nodded, his gaze still on me, understanding clear in his eyes.
I started spinning, my thoughts running a mile a minute. Nic knew I came up here every year around this time—he even said he remembered. Was he trying to run into me? And if so, why? Why not just call me instead of sending that random text? Even though I probably wouldn’t have answered… The more I thought about it, the less sense it made.
Blake must’ve noticed me drifting off because he leaned forward, snapping his fingers lightly in front of me. “Earth to Dover… you there, boss?” He chuckled, his eyes soft.
I blinked, shaking my head as I tried to pull myself out of it. “Yeah, sorry. Just thinking, that’s all.”
Blake nodded and glanced at me, indicating he was ready to listen if I wanted to talk. “Is he here just for the weekend with friends?” he inquired.
“Yeah, apparently,” I replied, trying to keep my tone neutral.
Blake raised an eyebrow, studying my face for a moment. “You excited to see him, or… no?”
I let out a dry laugh. “Excited isn’t the word I’d use. Surprised, yes. I don’t get why he’d come here, of all places. It just seems… I don’t know. Weird”
Blake leaned back in the booth, considering my words. “Did y’all ever come up here together?”
I nodded. “Yeah, a couple of times in the winter, but never around this time of year. This time is different. He knows I come here every year this time of year, so he had to be trying to run into me.”
Blake gave me an exciting look. “Oh man, I bet this place is amazing in the winter.”
I couldn’t help but laugh at his excitement. “Yeah, it’s pretty nice. All quiet and calm—whole different vibe, but still just as beautiful.”
Blake smiled, and for a moment, the tension inside me started to loosen. Whatever Nic was doing here didn’t change what Blake and I had come here for. I just had to keep my focus on that.
Blake reached across the table, his fingers brushing against my arm briefly. “Hey, fuck Nic and whatever dumbass reason he’s here. He’s a douche anyways.”
I looked at him and laughed. “Yeah, you’re right.”
Blake grinned that mischievous grin I’ve come to know and love. “That’s the spirit. Plus, by the end of the day, with what I have planned, Nic will be the last thing on your mind. ” He chuckled as he grabbed his coffee, raising it in a mock toast. “To the lake, Speedos, jet skis, and... ‘sunsets’!”
My eyes widened, but I tried not to overthink what he had just said. I picked up my own cup, laughing, and clinked it lightly against his. “Cheers!”
We ate and talked, the conversation drifting back to Nic a couple of times, but nothing heavy. Blake knew how I felt about him—how it had stung when Nic made it clear he wasn’t looking for anything more than a casual hookup. Even now, with everything that had happened yesterday, I could see how well Blake had handled the whole situation. He hadn’t pushed, hadn’t made me feel like I owed him an explanation. Just let me process it in my own time.
Him and I, whatever we were, wasn’t really defined. Blake was “straight,” and whatever this was, I wasn’t expecting it to turn into something more. We were having a good time—whatever happened this weekend, that was it. I’d been openly gay long enough to know better than to fall for a “straight” guy, especially a friend. It never ended well. So, I kept my expectations grounded, and it seemed like Blake was on the same page.
As we finished up, the conversation shifted towards the plans for the day. I started telling Blake about all the different spots we could explore—hidden coves, tiny islands that barely anyone knew about, and places I’d discovered over the years that were perfect for getting away from it all. Blake listened with that excited look in his eyes, leaning forward with his elbows on the table like he was trying to soak up every word.
“There’s this one cove,” I said, pointing vaguely off to the side as if I could see it from here. “It’s got this high cliff, and the water’s deep enough to jump. You gotta have a little guts to do it, but it’s worth it. Best view on the whole lake from up there.”
Blake’s eyes lit up, and he grinned. “Oh, we’re definitely doing that. Hope you’re ready to show me how it’s done.”
I laughed, shaking my head. “I’ve jumped it plenty of times. It’s you I’m worried about.”
Blake leaned back, crossing his arms over his chest, his expression turning mock serious. “Are you doubting me? Because I’ll prove you wrong.”
I grinned, taking the last sip of my coffee. “Alright, alright. We’ll see. Let’s get out there and get you on that jet ski first, then we’ll talk cliff diving.”
We settled the bill and made our way out of the diner, the bell above the door chiming as we stepped back into the warm sunlight. Blake slipped his sunglasses on and looked over at me, his easy smile returning.
“Think Nic and his friends are still around?” Blake asked, nodding towards the docks.
I shrugged, trying not to let my mind wander back to Nic. “Maybe. Doesn’t really matter, though.” I looked at Blake, giving him a grin. “We’ve got our own plans, and I’ve got a jet ski to put you on.”
Blake chuckled, bumping his shoulder lightly into mine as we walked. “Sir, yes, Sir!”
It wasn’t long before we were leaving the dock, the boat gliding out onto the open lake. Bobby had come through for us, filling the gas can for the jet ski and putting it back on the boat while we ate. The sun was higher now, the light shimmering off the water, and the breeze felt perfect against my skin.
We were cutting across the glassy surface, the wind whipping through our hair, when I looked over at Blake. He was untying the string of his swim trunks, slipping them off with that nonchalant ease that, once again, made my pulse skip a beat. Beneath the trunks, the small white Speedo I’d given him hugged every inch of him. And mother of God, did it look good on him.
END CHAPTER SEVEN
I took a slow sip of my coffee, trying to keep my breathing steady, my eyes glued to the sight of him. My cock throbbed against the towel, and I pressed a hand down to keep it from shifting too much. Blake knew exactly what he was doing, and damn if it wasn’t working. He dove into the pool, the splash echoing across the yard, and I shook my head, biting back a grin.
I turned my attention back to the coffee, trying to steady myself. It's just a typical morning. There is nothing to get worked up over. But as I glanced back outside, seeing Blake resurface, water cascading down his body, I knew today was going to be anything but normal.
The coffee finished brewing, and I poured a cup for Blake, setting it down on the counter before heading towards my room to change. I had an idea that would make today even more enjoyable. When I got to my room, I opened one of the drawers in the dresser where I had all my swim trunks and pulled out two of the Speedos I brought. A smile spread across my face as I grabbed them, thinking about Blake’s reaction.
I picked out the light blue one for myself, my cock still rock hard and refusing to back down. We were going to have to fix this again soon, or it would explode. In the meantime, I carefully positioned it up and to the right, following the waistband up by my hip, the tight fabric pressing snugly against me. You could see the veins running down the shaft distinctly; the fabric was so thin and tight. I pulled a pair of swim trunks on over the Speedo, enough to help hide my raging boner, and then threw on a white tank top and sandals.
As I left the bedroom, Blake emerged from the pool in his trunks, towel in hand, drying off before going upstairs to fetch his sandals and choose a shirt. He glanced up as I got closer.
“Hey,” I called out, getting his attention. I held up the other Speedo—a small, white one that could barely be called a swimsuit. “You should wear this,” I said, tossing it over to him.
Blake caught it, and the towel he was using dropped to the ground in the process. He held up the Speedo, giving it a look before grinning. “Well, that’s small,” he said, laughing.
I shrugged, my grin widening. “Not any smaller than your jock.”
Blake tilted his head, considering it for a moment before nodding. “True.” He looked back at me, one eyebrow raised. “You wearing one?”
I pulled down the waistband of my trunks on the left side, just enough to reveal the blue Speedo beneath, making sure to hide my chub on the right side. “Yep.”
Blake’s grin widened, and he nodded. “Alright, cool. I’ll run up and put it on now. So, is that what you’re wearing today? Do I need to bring anything else?”
“We could grab the life vests if you think we need them,” I offered, half-teasing, half-serious.
Blake shook his head, clearly unfazed. “I’m good without it unless you think it’s necessary.”
I paused for a moment, looking at him, and then shook my head. “Nah, I think we’re good.”
Blake gave me a thumbs-up, then headed inside, the towel forgotten on the ground as he made his way up the stairs to change.
I yelled after him, “I’m gonna head down to the boat! Just meet me down there when you’re ready!”
“Sounds good!” Blake called back, his voice echoing through the house.
I made my way down to the boat, the morning sun already starting to heat the air around me. The lake was perfectly calm, the kind of tranquil water that begged to be broken by a speeding boat or a jet ski. I headed into the boathouse, getting to work. First, I checked over the jet ski—fuel, oil, battery, all in good shape—then lowered it into the water, raising the door to back it out. I hitched it behind the boat, making sure everything was secure.
As I finished up, I heard footsteps coming down the dock, and I looked up to see Blake approaching. He was wearing his swim trunks over the white Speedo, and even though he had a relaxed expression, I could tell from the way he kept adjusting his waistband that he wasn’t entirely used to the snug fit.
“Dude, this Speedo is so tight! Is my voice higher pitched?” he called out, laughing as he said it.
I laughed along with him, shaking my head. “Yeah, they’re supposed to be tight! Give it a little while; it’ll loosen up some. Besides, on the jet ski, it’ll keep everything from slamming against the seat. Trust me, that never feels great.”
Blake gave me a skeptical look, grinning. “Whatever you say, man,” he replied, still adjusting himself as he stepped onto the boat.
We got everything ready—gear stowed, lines secured—and pushed off from the dock, setting a course for town. The boat cut smoothly across the water, the wind rushing past, the sun already beating down on us. It felt perfect, the kind of day that just begged for adventure.
It didn’t take long to get there, but I was surprised by how busy the lake was. We passed at least six or seven other boats, waving at each as we went. None of them looked familiar, but that wasn’t too surprising. This lake was huge—about 100 square miles with countless little hidden creeks and coves. Even on busy summer days, you could always find a quiet spot to disappear.
Blake was watching the boats as we passed, then turned to me, his brows furrowed. “Is it always this crowded?”
I shook my head. “Not usually, no. My guess is it’s the weather. Still hot enough that people decided to make a weekend of it.”
Blake nodded, glancing around at the other boats before his eyes settled back on me. “Well, good thing we’ve got the jet ski. I wanna get out there as soon as we’re done eating.”
I grinned, nodding in agreement. “Oh, we will. Gotta make sure you get the full experience.”
Blake laughed, leaning back against the seat, his gaze shifting out to the water. The tension between us from earlier was still there, but now it was mixed with the excitement of the day ahead. Whatever happened today, I knew it was going to be one hell of a ride.
The boat cut through the water smoothly as we approached the town, the dock coming into view. I glanced over at Blake again, taking in how his trunks fit snugly over the Speedo. Even with the trunks covering most of it, I could see the tight fabric pulling across his hips, and every shift of his body emphasized how packed everything was underneath. He caught me looking, and a slight smirk played on his lips.
“Eyes on the road, Major,” he said, his voice teasing.
I rolled my eyes but couldn’t help smiling. “Sir, yes, sir!” I shouted, laced with a heavy tone of sarcasm.
Blake let out a laugh, shaking his head. “Yeah, yeah. You just worry about docking this thing without crashing.”
I grinned, turning my attention back to the task at hand.
We docked the boat and started making our way up the dock. I spotted Bobby over on the neighboring dock, already busy with his morning tasks. I waved at him, calling out, “Good morning, old man!”
He looked up, giving a hearty laugh. “Y’all have everything you need?” he shouted back.
“Yes, sir, just grabbing some food and gas before heading out for the day,” I replied.
Bobby nodded, then called over, “You got the gas can on the boat?”
“Yeah, it’s on there,” I said, pointing towards it.
He gave a thumbs-up. “I’ll take care of it while y’all eat and put it back on the boat,” he offered.
I shook my head, smiling. “You don’t have to do that, Bobby.”
He laughed again, waving a dismissive hand. “Oh, I know I don’t. I want to,” he said, his voice carrying a genuine warmth.
“Thanks, Bobby,” I said, giving him a nod of appreciation.
Blake and I walked up the dock, the early morning sun brightening everything around us as we made our way to the diner that was just next door to the docks. The smell of fresh coffee and bacon wafted towards us, and my stomach rumbled at the thought. I glanced over at Blake, who seemed just as ready to eat.
“Smells good,” Blake said, taking a deep breath in. “I’m starving.”
“Yeah, same,” I replied, pushing open the diner’s door. The bell above the door chimed, and we stepped inside. The cool air conditioning was a welcome contrast to the growing warmth outside.
Before I even had a chance to take a step inside, someone bumped into me on my left side. I instinctively turned to apologize, and when I looked up, I froze. Nic.
Nic, the guy I was talking to a couple of months ago. The same Nic who had texted me out of the blue on Thursday before Blake and I left for the lake, and I hadn’t responded.
He turned, starting to apologize. “Oh, I’m sor—” His eyes widened as he realized who it was. “Dover?! Shit, man, this is crazy. I texted you the other day when I knew I was gonna be up here. How’ve you been?”
I could feel my stomach twist, not knowing how to react at seeing him here of all places. Before I could even say anything, Nic looked up and saw Blake standing right behind me. His face brightened a little in recognition. “Hey man, Blake, right?” He extended a hand toward Blake.
Blake knew the whole story with Nic—how I’d wanted to date him, but Nic wasn’t looking for anything serious at the time. We had all hung out a few times, and Blake liked Nic before everything went south. Blake, without missing a beat, reached out and shook Nic’s hand, giving him an unreadable look. “Yeah, have we met?” Blake asked, his voice casual but with just enough edge to make it clear he was playing it cool.
Nic hesitated, looking momentarily off-balance. “Ahh, yeah,” he said, glancing between me and Blake. “Sorry, I’m Nic.”
Blake nodded politely. “Nice to meet you.” Then, with deliberate ease, he turned to me, placing his hand on my lower back. “I’m gonna grab us a table,” he said. Take your time.”
I smiled at Blake, appreciating the easy confidence in his tone. “Thanks, I’ll be right there.”
Blake gave me a nod, then turned and walked further into the diner, leaving me alone with Nic.
I turned my attention back to Nic, trying to find the right words. “Hey, sorry I didn’t text you back,” I started, offering a smile that I hoped looked apologetic. “I was getting stuff wrapped up at work and trying to get everything ready to head out of town, and I just forgot.” Lies, of course, but they sounded good enough.
Nic nodded, his smile easygoing. “It’s cool, I get it.” He motioned behind him at two guys standing near the entrance. “I texted you to see if you wanted to come out with us. I know you like being out here this time of year.” He gestured to Alex and Dom, his close friends, guys I’d hung out with a lot back when Nic and I were talking.
“Hey, Alex. Hey, Dom.” I waved, trying to keep things light and casual. They both greeted me back, friendly enough, but I could see the curiosity in their expressions—wondering about Blake.
Nic’s eyes held mine, a softer expression crossing his face. He knew all about my dad and how much this time of year meant to me. I had brought him out here before, though not during this specific time. Blake was the first person I’d brought with me during this time—the anniversary of my dad’s death. Nic might not have known that, but it was significant to me in a way that went beyond words.
“So…you just come up here with Blake?” Nic asked, his tone casual, but I could sense the question behind it. “I thought he was straight, no.” He tried to smile, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes.
“Yeah,” I nodded, keeping my voice light. “He is. We just decided to come out and get out of the city for a little bit and unwind.”
Nic nodded slowly, looking like he was trying to figure out what to say. “That’s cool. Well, if you guys wanna hang out later, we’re here all weekend. We are leaving Monday.” He glanced back at Alex and Dom, then back to me. “Anyway, good seeing you, Dover.”
I forced a smile. “Yeah, you too, Nic. Take care.”
Nic returned the smile and stepped aside to let me pass. Then, Nic and his friends headed out the door. I watched him walk away for a moment, a strange mix of emotions churning in my chest. Seeing Nic again brought back all those feelings I thought I’d moved past, but as I turned to where Blake was already waiting at the booth, I knew this was different.
Blake was sitting with his back to the window, his eyes on me as I approached. He gave me a small, questioning smile as I slid into the booth across from him. “Everything okay?” he asked, his voice careful.
“Yeah,” I said, exhaling as I tried to shake off the encounter. “Just wasn’t expecting to run into him, that’s all. He actually texted me out of the blue on Thursday, but I didn’t answer. I figured it was just a casual reach-out—maybe he wanted to hook up or something, I don’t know.” I paused, shrugging. “We hadn’t talked in a while, at least a month, so it felt kind of random, you know?”
Blake nodded, his gaze still on me, understanding clear in his eyes.
I started spinning, my thoughts running a mile a minute. Nic knew I came up here every year around this time—he even said he remembered. Was he trying to run into me? And if so, why? Why not just call me instead of sending that random text? Even though I probably wouldn’t have answered… The more I thought about it, the less sense it made.
Blake must’ve noticed me drifting off because he leaned forward, snapping his fingers lightly in front of me. “Earth to Dover… you there, boss?” He chuckled, his eyes soft.
I blinked, shaking my head as I tried to pull myself out of it. “Yeah, sorry. Just thinking, that’s all.”
Blake nodded and glanced at me, indicating he was ready to listen if I wanted to talk. “Is he here just for the weekend with friends?” he inquired.
“Yeah, apparently,” I replied, trying to keep my tone neutral.
Blake raised an eyebrow, studying my face for a moment. “You excited to see him, or… no?”
I let out a dry laugh. “Excited isn’t the word I’d use. Surprised, yes. I don’t get why he’d come here, of all places. It just seems… I don’t know. Weird”
Blake leaned back in the booth, considering my words. “Did y’all ever come up here together?”
I nodded. “Yeah, a couple of times in the winter, but never around this time of year. This time is different. He knows I come here every year this time of year, so he had to be trying to run into me.”
Blake gave me an exciting look. “Oh man, I bet this place is amazing in the winter.”
I couldn’t help but laugh at his excitement. “Yeah, it’s pretty nice. All quiet and calm—whole different vibe, but still just as beautiful.”
Blake smiled, and for a moment, the tension inside me started to loosen. Whatever Nic was doing here didn’t change what Blake and I had come here for. I just had to keep my focus on that.
Blake reached across the table, his fingers brushing against my arm briefly. “Hey, fuck Nic and whatever dumbass reason he’s here. He’s a douche anyways.”
I looked at him and laughed. “Yeah, you’re right.”
Blake grinned that mischievous grin I’ve come to know and love. “That’s the spirit. Plus, by the end of the day, with what I have planned, Nic will be the last thing on your mind. ” He chuckled as he grabbed his coffee, raising it in a mock toast. “To the lake, Speedos, jet skis, and... ‘sunsets’!”
My eyes widened, but I tried not to overthink what he had just said. I picked up my own cup, laughing, and clinked it lightly against his. “Cheers!”
We ate and talked, the conversation drifting back to Nic a couple of times, but nothing heavy. Blake knew how I felt about him—how it had stung when Nic made it clear he wasn’t looking for anything more than a casual hookup. Even now, with everything that had happened yesterday, I could see how well Blake had handled the whole situation. He hadn’t pushed, hadn’t made me feel like I owed him an explanation. Just let me process it in my own time.
Him and I, whatever we were, wasn’t really defined. Blake was “straight,” and whatever this was, I wasn’t expecting it to turn into something more. We were having a good time—whatever happened this weekend, that was it. I’d been openly gay long enough to know better than to fall for a “straight” guy, especially a friend. It never ended well. So, I kept my expectations grounded, and it seemed like Blake was on the same page.
As we finished up, the conversation shifted towards the plans for the day. I started telling Blake about all the different spots we could explore—hidden coves, tiny islands that barely anyone knew about, and places I’d discovered over the years that were perfect for getting away from it all. Blake listened with that excited look in his eyes, leaning forward with his elbows on the table like he was trying to soak up every word.
“There’s this one cove,” I said, pointing vaguely off to the side as if I could see it from here. “It’s got this high cliff, and the water’s deep enough to jump. You gotta have a little guts to do it, but it’s worth it. Best view on the whole lake from up there.”
Blake’s eyes lit up, and he grinned. “Oh, we’re definitely doing that. Hope you’re ready to show me how it’s done.”
I laughed, shaking my head. “I’ve jumped it plenty of times. It’s you I’m worried about.”
Blake leaned back, crossing his arms over his chest, his expression turning mock serious. “Are you doubting me? Because I’ll prove you wrong.”
I grinned, taking the last sip of my coffee. “Alright, alright. We’ll see. Let’s get out there and get you on that jet ski first, then we’ll talk cliff diving.”
We settled the bill and made our way out of the diner, the bell above the door chiming as we stepped back into the warm sunlight. Blake slipped his sunglasses on and looked over at me, his easy smile returning.
“Think Nic and his friends are still around?” Blake asked, nodding towards the docks.
I shrugged, trying not to let my mind wander back to Nic. “Maybe. Doesn’t really matter, though.” I looked at Blake, giving him a grin. “We’ve got our own plans, and I’ve got a jet ski to put you on.”
Blake chuckled, bumping his shoulder lightly into mine as we walked. “Sir, yes, Sir!”
It wasn’t long before we were leaving the dock, the boat gliding out onto the open lake. Bobby had come through for us, filling the gas can for the jet ski and putting it back on the boat while we ate. The sun was higher now, the light shimmering off the water, and the breeze felt perfect against my skin.
We were cutting across the glassy surface, the wind whipping through our hair, when I looked over at Blake. He was untying the string of his swim trunks, slipping them off with that nonchalant ease that, once again, made my pulse skip a beat. Beneath the trunks, the small white Speedo I’d given him hugged every inch of him. And mother of God, did it look good on him.
END CHAPTER SEVEN
Hello All!
I am going to try and get Chapter 8 wrapped up and posted later this week. Again thanks for all your patience.
As always, let me know thoughts on Chapter 7.
Cheers!
I am going to try and get Chapter 8 wrapped up and posted later this week. Again thanks for all your patience.
As always, let me know thoughts on Chapter 7.
Cheers!
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So to recap:
- Our protagonist gets the feeling he’s being watched
- He notices items on the deck have shifted from their previous position
- He runs into Nic
