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Chapter 8: Jock Speed-Oh!
Blake had just slid off his shorts and was rocking the tiny white Speedo I lent him this morning. The material was tight, just like he said, but tight in all the right places. It clung to him, stretching taut across his bulge, the fabric barely able to contain what was underneath. His dick was pushed forward by his balls, creating a prominent outline that was impossible to ignore. Every detail was there—the slight curve of his shaft, the way it pressed up against the fabric, every vein subtly visible beneath the surface. The head of his cut cock stood out clearly, the rounded shape straining against the front, leaving a distinct impression that made it hard to look away.
His balls were just as defined, each testicle held firmly in place, separated by the snug material, the outline unmistakable. The Speedo fit so tightly that the fabric pulled away slightly from his inner thighs, and that little gap offered an almost teasing glimpse of his sack—just a hint of skin peeking out, enough to make my throat go dry. The way the material cupped him, lifting everything forward, was almost obscene in how much it revealed.
The white fabric hugged his hips and ass, leaving the smooth curve of his buttocks perfectly framed. The Speedo was so tight that it seemed to be sculpting his body, emphasizing every muscle, every dip and curve. His hips were defined, the V-lines leading down from his abs disappearing beneath the waistband, which sat low, right above his crotch.
This wasn’t the first time I’d seen Blake exposed—after all, we’d had our jockstrap workouts, and there was last night in the lake—but this was different. The way the Speedo left nothing to the imagination while still technically covering him made it feel somehow even more intimate. It was like I could see everything without actually seeing it, if that makes sense. Every ridge and contour pressed against the fabric in perfect detail. It was the clearest view I’d had of him, and the way he wore it—with that easy, confident grin—was driving me wild.
Blake shifted slightly, adjusting himself, and the fabric moved with him, the tightness causing every slight motion to be magnified. The head of his cock pressed against the fabric, the outline shifting as he settled in, and I could see the way his balls shifted too, the fabric barely containing their weight. There was no hiding anything, and Blake didn’t seem interested in hiding anyway.
When he caught me staring, a grin spread across his face, his eyes glinting with mischief. “What?” he asked, raising an eyebrow, his voice playful. He looked down at himself, then back at me, his grin widening as he shifted again, the bulge straining even more. “Told you it was tight.”
I swallowed, trying to pull my eyes away, but it was almost impossible. “Yeah, you weren’t kidding,” I said, forcing out a laugh, my voice sounding rough even to my own ears.
Blake’s grin only grew, and he leaned back, one arm draped over the edge of the boat, the other resting lazily across his stomach, fingers just brushing the waistband of the Speedo. The way he sat, legs spread slightly, the bulge pushed forward—everything about it was a show. And he knew it.
“Guess you’re getting your money’s worth then,” Blake teased, his fingers hooking into the waistband and tugging it slightly before letting it snap back against his skin.
I let out a breath, shaking my head. “Yeah, I’d say so.” I forced my eyes back to the water, trying to focus on anything else, but it was no use. Blake was right there, the Speedo hugging him so tightly that every part of him was on display, and I was the only audience.
He laughed, the sound carrying over the wind, then turned to face forward, looking out at the lake. But even as I tried to focus on the open water ahead, the image of Blake in that Speedo was burned into my mind—every curve, every line, every little detail.
After about 30 minutes of cruising over the lake, we finally arrived at my favorite spot. I slowed the boat to a stop and anchored us in the calm waters of the cove. The place was secluded, just like I remembered, with tall cliffs on either side and a narrow passage leading deeper into the hidden channel. I was ready to get out there, eager to show Blake what this place was all about.
Without thinking much about it, I reached down and untied the string of my swim trunks, letting them slide down over my hips and thighs to pool at my feet, revealing the tight blue Speedo I’d been wearing underneath. I wasn’t trying to put on a show—my mind was on getting out onto the water—but I could feel Blake’s eyes on me as I bent slightly to kick the trunks aside. As I adjusted myself, repositioning my dick and balls within the snug confines of the Speedo, the fabric stretched even tighter around me, molding to every contour.
“Damn,” Blake said, a grin spreading across his face. “Yours might be even smaller than mine.”
I glanced over at him, catching him eyeing me up. “Yeah, well, at least I’m not hanging out the top of mine,” I shot back, nodding at the dark line of pubes sticking out over his waistband.
He laughed, looking down at himself before giving me a teasing smirk. “Hey, you’re the one who wanted me to wear it,” he said, raising an eyebrow. “I’m just following orders, Sir.”
I snorted, shaking my head as I stepped over to the jet ski. “Well, that’s a first!”
Blake flashed me a smirk, the playful glint in his eyes unmistakable. “Yeah, I wouldn’t get used to it.”
“We’re here,” I said, laughing
“This place looks awesome,” Blake said, his eyes moving away from me and my Speedo to roam over the surroundings.
“This is just the beginning,” I replied. I pointed to a narrow passageway at the far end of the cove, barely visible behind the tree line. “Through there is a hidden channel. It’s like a winding river that snakes between the cliffs. You can only get through on something small like a jet ski. On the other side, there’s this little oasis—completely private. I’ve been coming here for years, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone else there unless they were with me.”
Blake’s eyes followed where I was pointing, and he turned back to me with a grin. “Sick!“
He didn’t need any more convincing. Blake’s eagerness was palpable as he moved closer, the bright sun highlighted every line of his body, the tight fabric stretching over his bulge, emphasizing the way it pressed forward. As I got the jet ski ready, I couldn’t help but glance at him, catching the way his muscles flexed with every step, the Speedo still hugging him in all the right places.
I climbed onto the jet ski and started the engine. “Hop on,” I said, patting the seat behind me.
Blake settled in close behind me, his body fitting snugly against mine. The tight quarters made every bit of contact feel deliberate—his bulge pressing against my ass, the firm plane of his abs against my lower back, and the warmth of his chest against my shoulders. His arms wrapped around my waist, and there was a familiar ease in the way he held me, probably because we had done this last night on the four-wheeler.
I started the engine, and we glided forward into the narrow channel. The anticipation buzzed between us, a kind of charged quiet that wasn’t just about the thrill of the ride but about what we both knew was simmering under the surface. With every small wave we hit, Blake’s body pressed closer, his chest tightening against my back, his hips nudging forward, pushing his bulge more firmly into me. It was different from before—there was no questioning where we stood. After everything that had happened between us, from the make-outs to the raw intimacy in the lake, we were past wondering about attraction. It was anticipation now, a slow build toward something more.
The jet ski twisted and turned through the winding passage, the cliffs towering above us and the shadows shifting over the water. Each subtle bump, each shift in the rhythm of the ride, had my body reacting, the tight fabric of my Speedo growing even tighter as my cock swelled against it. I could feel myself hardening, the snugness pressing down on every inch of my length, making it clear to both of us that I wasn’t unaffected by the closeness. Blake didn’t say anything, but the way he leaned into me, the subtle flex of his fingers around my waist, spoke volumes. It was like he was letting me know he felt it, too, without having to say a word.
I kept my focus on the path ahead, guiding us through the narrow bends, but my mind kept drifting back to Blake’s mouth on mine, the feel of his bare skin against me. The tension wasn’t about uncertainty anymore; it was about waiting for that moment when one of us would decide to push things further. I was letting Blake set the pace, giving him space to take the lead if he wanted to. But with every jolt, every press of his body against mine, the anticipation grew harder to ignore.
The river eventually opened up into the secluded oasis, the water spreading out into a crystal-clear expanse surrounded by a sandy beach and towering cliffs. I cut the engine, letting us drift to a stop, but even as the jet ski settled, the heat from the ride lingered, leaving the air between us charged. It felt like the stillness after a held breath, the anticipation hovering, waiting for one of us to make the next move.
We hopped off the jet ski when the water reached about waist-deep, each of us taking a side to guide it onto the shore. The hidden beach was quiet, the only sound coming from the gentle lapping of the waves as we secured the jet ski in the sand. I ran a hand through my hair, squeezing out the water, and walked up onto the beach, settling just out of the water. I sat down with my ass in the sand, my knees bent, and leaned forward, resting my elbows on them as I looked out at the open water.
Blake had swum back out briefly, cutting through the water with that carefree grace that seemed to define him. As he waded back toward the shore, something immediately caught my eye. His tiny white Speedo, already daringly small when dry, was now soaked and almost entirely sheer, the wet fabric clinging to him like it had been painted on. The material left nothing to the imagination, molding to his body in a way that highlighted every detail, every curve, and every ridge.
It was impossible to look away. The outline of his cock was perfectly visible, pressing prominently against the front of the Speedo with an unmistakable thickness. The ridge of his head was clearly defined, sloping downward slightly, the fabric stretched taut over the contours of his length. The faint ridges of veins traced along his shaft were visible even through the translucent material, adding a rawness to the unfiltered view. His balls hung low in the snug pouch, their weight making the wet fabric cling even tighter, emphasizing their full, rounded shape. The contrast of skin tones beneath the fabric was striking—the darker head of his dick, the lighter shaft, and the deeper color of his balls, all visible through the sheer white.
The Speedo sat low on his hips, dangerously close to slipping lower, the waistband framing his sharp V-lines that cut down toward his crotch. Drops of water ran down his body in slow trails, catching the sunlight as they slid over his chest and abs. Each bead seemed to follow the deep grooves of his muscles before pooling briefly at the waistband, only to slip lower and disappear into the barely-there fabric. A few stray curls of his pubes peeked over the waistband, dark and slightly matted from the water, adding a raw, masculine edge that sent a hot pulse straight through me.
Blake, of course, seemed completely unaware—or perhaps entirely aware and unbothered—by how much he was revealing. His carefree grin never wavered as he strode toward the shore, water cascading down his legs, his powerful thighs flexing with every step. The Speedo shifted slightly as he moved, the wet fabric pulling even tighter across him, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. The faint sheen of the sunlight reflected off his cock beneath the fabric, making the display even more impossible to ignore. It wasn’t just a tease—it was a full, unabashed display, intentional or not.
As he stepped onto the sand, water still dripping down his body, he finally caught me staring. “What?” he asked, his grin widening. “Something on your mind?”
I let out a small laugh, shaking my head. “Nah, man,” I said, my voice steady even though my thoughts were racing. “Just enjoying the view.”
Blake chuckled, clearly amused, as he walked over to where I was sitting and dropped down onto the sand beside me. “Glad I can entertain you,” he said, leaning back on his hands with a playful smirk.
I just shook my head, a grin tugging at the corner of my mouth. “Oh, you’re definitely doing that,” I replied, letting the words hang there between us as the sun continued to beat down.
As soon as Blake sat down and leaned back on his elbows, he glanced down at himself and did a double-take. He laughed, shaking his head as he sat up quickly. “Jesus, man! This thing’s completely see-through when it gets wet.” He cupped his hands over his crotch, trying to cover his dick and balls, though it was already a little too late for modesty.
I couldn’t help but laugh, shaking my head. “I was wondering how long it would take you to notice that,” I said, grinning. “Honestly, I swear I didn’t know it was like that when I gave it to you. But I’m loving it even more now.”
Blake rolled his eyes, chuckling despite himself as he adjusted his position to get a little more coverage. “Yeah, yeah… Surrre,” he said with a smirk. Then he glanced over at me, his gaze dropping to my own Speedo. “What about yours? Is it see-through, too?”
“I don’t think so,” I replied, leaning back to give him a better view. “You tell me.”
Blake’s eyes lingered for a moment before he shook his head. “Nah, doesn’t look like it.” His grin widened as he added, “But it does look like someone packed a tent for today.” He let out a laugh, clearly enjoying himself.
I glanced down and saw exactly what he meant. The fabric of my Speedo was pulled tight, arching upward from my body like a small tent, with the head of my dick straining against the front. The blue material hugged every contour, making the rounded tip, the length of the shaft, and even the dick hole unmistakable. It stretched forward, the pressure of the snug fit pushing my dick away from my body and leaving the thin fabric struggling to contain the full outline.
END PART ONE
Blake had just slid off his shorts and was rocking the tiny white Speedo I lent him this morning. The material was tight, just like he said, but tight in all the right places. It clung to him, stretching taut across his bulge, the fabric barely able to contain what was underneath. His dick was pushed forward by his balls, creating a prominent outline that was impossible to ignore. Every detail was there—the slight curve of his shaft, the way it pressed up against the fabric, every vein subtly visible beneath the surface. The head of his cut cock stood out clearly, the rounded shape straining against the front, leaving a distinct impression that made it hard to look away.
His balls were just as defined, each testicle held firmly in place, separated by the snug material, the outline unmistakable. The Speedo fit so tightly that the fabric pulled away slightly from his inner thighs, and that little gap offered an almost teasing glimpse of his sack—just a hint of skin peeking out, enough to make my throat go dry. The way the material cupped him, lifting everything forward, was almost obscene in how much it revealed.
The white fabric hugged his hips and ass, leaving the smooth curve of his buttocks perfectly framed. The Speedo was so tight that it seemed to be sculpting his body, emphasizing every muscle, every dip and curve. His hips were defined, the V-lines leading down from his abs disappearing beneath the waistband, which sat low, right above his crotch.
This wasn’t the first time I’d seen Blake exposed—after all, we’d had our jockstrap workouts, and there was last night in the lake—but this was different. The way the Speedo left nothing to the imagination while still technically covering him made it feel somehow even more intimate. It was like I could see everything without actually seeing it, if that makes sense. Every ridge and contour pressed against the fabric in perfect detail. It was the clearest view I’d had of him, and the way he wore it—with that easy, confident grin—was driving me wild.
Blake shifted slightly, adjusting himself, and the fabric moved with him, the tightness causing every slight motion to be magnified. The head of his cock pressed against the fabric, the outline shifting as he settled in, and I could see the way his balls shifted too, the fabric barely containing their weight. There was no hiding anything, and Blake didn’t seem interested in hiding anyway.
When he caught me staring, a grin spread across his face, his eyes glinting with mischief. “What?” he asked, raising an eyebrow, his voice playful. He looked down at himself, then back at me, his grin widening as he shifted again, the bulge straining even more. “Told you it was tight.”
I swallowed, trying to pull my eyes away, but it was almost impossible. “Yeah, you weren’t kidding,” I said, forcing out a laugh, my voice sounding rough even to my own ears.
Blake’s grin only grew, and he leaned back, one arm draped over the edge of the boat, the other resting lazily across his stomach, fingers just brushing the waistband of the Speedo. The way he sat, legs spread slightly, the bulge pushed forward—everything about it was a show. And he knew it.
“Guess you’re getting your money’s worth then,” Blake teased, his fingers hooking into the waistband and tugging it slightly before letting it snap back against his skin.
I let out a breath, shaking my head. “Yeah, I’d say so.” I forced my eyes back to the water, trying to focus on anything else, but it was no use. Blake was right there, the Speedo hugging him so tightly that every part of him was on display, and I was the only audience.
He laughed, the sound carrying over the wind, then turned to face forward, looking out at the lake. But even as I tried to focus on the open water ahead, the image of Blake in that Speedo was burned into my mind—every curve, every line, every little detail.
After about 30 minutes of cruising over the lake, we finally arrived at my favorite spot. I slowed the boat to a stop and anchored us in the calm waters of the cove. The place was secluded, just like I remembered, with tall cliffs on either side and a narrow passage leading deeper into the hidden channel. I was ready to get out there, eager to show Blake what this place was all about.
Without thinking much about it, I reached down and untied the string of my swim trunks, letting them slide down over my hips and thighs to pool at my feet, revealing the tight blue Speedo I’d been wearing underneath. I wasn’t trying to put on a show—my mind was on getting out onto the water—but I could feel Blake’s eyes on me as I bent slightly to kick the trunks aside. As I adjusted myself, repositioning my dick and balls within the snug confines of the Speedo, the fabric stretched even tighter around me, molding to every contour.
“Damn,” Blake said, a grin spreading across his face. “Yours might be even smaller than mine.”
I glanced over at him, catching him eyeing me up. “Yeah, well, at least I’m not hanging out the top of mine,” I shot back, nodding at the dark line of pubes sticking out over his waistband.
He laughed, looking down at himself before giving me a teasing smirk. “Hey, you’re the one who wanted me to wear it,” he said, raising an eyebrow. “I’m just following orders, Sir.”
I snorted, shaking my head as I stepped over to the jet ski. “Well, that’s a first!”
Blake flashed me a smirk, the playful glint in his eyes unmistakable. “Yeah, I wouldn’t get used to it.”
“We’re here,” I said, laughing
“This place looks awesome,” Blake said, his eyes moving away from me and my Speedo to roam over the surroundings.
“This is just the beginning,” I replied. I pointed to a narrow passageway at the far end of the cove, barely visible behind the tree line. “Through there is a hidden channel. It’s like a winding river that snakes between the cliffs. You can only get through on something small like a jet ski. On the other side, there’s this little oasis—completely private. I’ve been coming here for years, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone else there unless they were with me.”
Blake’s eyes followed where I was pointing, and he turned back to me with a grin. “Sick!“
He didn’t need any more convincing. Blake’s eagerness was palpable as he moved closer, the bright sun highlighted every line of his body, the tight fabric stretching over his bulge, emphasizing the way it pressed forward. As I got the jet ski ready, I couldn’t help but glance at him, catching the way his muscles flexed with every step, the Speedo still hugging him in all the right places.
I climbed onto the jet ski and started the engine. “Hop on,” I said, patting the seat behind me.
Blake settled in close behind me, his body fitting snugly against mine. The tight quarters made every bit of contact feel deliberate—his bulge pressing against my ass, the firm plane of his abs against my lower back, and the warmth of his chest against my shoulders. His arms wrapped around my waist, and there was a familiar ease in the way he held me, probably because we had done this last night on the four-wheeler.
I started the engine, and we glided forward into the narrow channel. The anticipation buzzed between us, a kind of charged quiet that wasn’t just about the thrill of the ride but about what we both knew was simmering under the surface. With every small wave we hit, Blake’s body pressed closer, his chest tightening against my back, his hips nudging forward, pushing his bulge more firmly into me. It was different from before—there was no questioning where we stood. After everything that had happened between us, from the make-outs to the raw intimacy in the lake, we were past wondering about attraction. It was anticipation now, a slow build toward something more.
The jet ski twisted and turned through the winding passage, the cliffs towering above us and the shadows shifting over the water. Each subtle bump, each shift in the rhythm of the ride, had my body reacting, the tight fabric of my Speedo growing even tighter as my cock swelled against it. I could feel myself hardening, the snugness pressing down on every inch of my length, making it clear to both of us that I wasn’t unaffected by the closeness. Blake didn’t say anything, but the way he leaned into me, the subtle flex of his fingers around my waist, spoke volumes. It was like he was letting me know he felt it, too, without having to say a word.
I kept my focus on the path ahead, guiding us through the narrow bends, but my mind kept drifting back to Blake’s mouth on mine, the feel of his bare skin against me. The tension wasn’t about uncertainty anymore; it was about waiting for that moment when one of us would decide to push things further. I was letting Blake set the pace, giving him space to take the lead if he wanted to. But with every jolt, every press of his body against mine, the anticipation grew harder to ignore.
The river eventually opened up into the secluded oasis, the water spreading out into a crystal-clear expanse surrounded by a sandy beach and towering cliffs. I cut the engine, letting us drift to a stop, but even as the jet ski settled, the heat from the ride lingered, leaving the air between us charged. It felt like the stillness after a held breath, the anticipation hovering, waiting for one of us to make the next move.
We hopped off the jet ski when the water reached about waist-deep, each of us taking a side to guide it onto the shore. The hidden beach was quiet, the only sound coming from the gentle lapping of the waves as we secured the jet ski in the sand. I ran a hand through my hair, squeezing out the water, and walked up onto the beach, settling just out of the water. I sat down with my ass in the sand, my knees bent, and leaned forward, resting my elbows on them as I looked out at the open water.
Blake had swum back out briefly, cutting through the water with that carefree grace that seemed to define him. As he waded back toward the shore, something immediately caught my eye. His tiny white Speedo, already daringly small when dry, was now soaked and almost entirely sheer, the wet fabric clinging to him like it had been painted on. The material left nothing to the imagination, molding to his body in a way that highlighted every detail, every curve, and every ridge.
It was impossible to look away. The outline of his cock was perfectly visible, pressing prominently against the front of the Speedo with an unmistakable thickness. The ridge of his head was clearly defined, sloping downward slightly, the fabric stretched taut over the contours of his length. The faint ridges of veins traced along his shaft were visible even through the translucent material, adding a rawness to the unfiltered view. His balls hung low in the snug pouch, their weight making the wet fabric cling even tighter, emphasizing their full, rounded shape. The contrast of skin tones beneath the fabric was striking—the darker head of his dick, the lighter shaft, and the deeper color of his balls, all visible through the sheer white.
The Speedo sat low on his hips, dangerously close to slipping lower, the waistband framing his sharp V-lines that cut down toward his crotch. Drops of water ran down his body in slow trails, catching the sunlight as they slid over his chest and abs. Each bead seemed to follow the deep grooves of his muscles before pooling briefly at the waistband, only to slip lower and disappear into the barely-there fabric. A few stray curls of his pubes peeked over the waistband, dark and slightly matted from the water, adding a raw, masculine edge that sent a hot pulse straight through me.
Blake, of course, seemed completely unaware—or perhaps entirely aware and unbothered—by how much he was revealing. His carefree grin never wavered as he strode toward the shore, water cascading down his legs, his powerful thighs flexing with every step. The Speedo shifted slightly as he moved, the wet fabric pulling even tighter across him, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. The faint sheen of the sunlight reflected off his cock beneath the fabric, making the display even more impossible to ignore. It wasn’t just a tease—it was a full, unabashed display, intentional or not.
As he stepped onto the sand, water still dripping down his body, he finally caught me staring. “What?” he asked, his grin widening. “Something on your mind?”
I let out a small laugh, shaking my head. “Nah, man,” I said, my voice steady even though my thoughts were racing. “Just enjoying the view.”
Blake chuckled, clearly amused, as he walked over to where I was sitting and dropped down onto the sand beside me. “Glad I can entertain you,” he said, leaning back on his hands with a playful smirk.
I just shook my head, a grin tugging at the corner of my mouth. “Oh, you’re definitely doing that,” I replied, letting the words hang there between us as the sun continued to beat down.
As soon as Blake sat down and leaned back on his elbows, he glanced down at himself and did a double-take. He laughed, shaking his head as he sat up quickly. “Jesus, man! This thing’s completely see-through when it gets wet.” He cupped his hands over his crotch, trying to cover his dick and balls, though it was already a little too late for modesty.
I couldn’t help but laugh, shaking my head. “I was wondering how long it would take you to notice that,” I said, grinning. “Honestly, I swear I didn’t know it was like that when I gave it to you. But I’m loving it even more now.”
Blake rolled his eyes, chuckling despite himself as he adjusted his position to get a little more coverage. “Yeah, yeah… Surrre,” he said with a smirk. Then he glanced over at me, his gaze dropping to my own Speedo. “What about yours? Is it see-through, too?”
“I don’t think so,” I replied, leaning back to give him a better view. “You tell me.”
Blake’s eyes lingered for a moment before he shook his head. “Nah, doesn’t look like it.” His grin widened as he added, “But it does look like someone packed a tent for today.” He let out a laugh, clearly enjoying himself.
I glanced down and saw exactly what he meant. The fabric of my Speedo was pulled tight, arching upward from my body like a small tent, with the head of my dick straining against the front. The blue material hugged every contour, making the rounded tip, the length of the shaft, and even the dick hole unmistakable. It stretched forward, the pressure of the snug fit pushing my dick away from my body and leaving the thin fabric struggling to contain the full outline.
END PART ONE
CHAPTER 8 CONTINUED…
The fabric was so taut it pulled away from my abs and thighs, creating small gaps at the waistband and openings for my legs. As I lay there with my legs stretched out and leaned back on my elbows, the blue material strained even further, the tension causing it to ride up just enough that I could feel the cool air brush against my skin. It was as if the Speedo was fighting a losing battle to stay in place, and with the way I was positioned, my balls were dangerously close to slipping free from the openings. They pressed against the edges of the leg holes, almost peeking out, barely contained by the stretched fabric.
The sensation was equal parts exhilarating and ridiculous, the way my dick pushed the front out like a flagpole while my balls teetered on the edge of exposure. Normally, or back at the gym before all this, I probably would’ve been embarrassed—or at least made a half-hearted attempt to adjust. But after everything that had happened between us, there was no point in pretending to be modest. I just laughed and let it be, my grin widening as I caught Blake’s eye.
“Looks like it’s trying to make an escape,” he said, his tone half-teasing, half-impressed as his gaze flicked from my Speedo back to my face.
I raised an eyebrow, letting out a low chuckle. “Well, can’t blame it for trying,” I replied, not bothering to shift or cover-up. I just stayed there, relaxed, leaning back and giving him a look that said I wasn’t the least bit fazed.
Blake smirked, shaking his head as he stretched out beside me on the sand, eyes still lingering on how the Speedo struggled to contain me. “Yeah, I guess we’re past pretending to be shy.”
“Way past,” I agreed, the tension between us thick and unmistakable as we lay there, the sun beating down, everything else fading away.
Blake leaned back, putting his hands behind his head, his grin widening. “Be honest… Did this ever happen back at the gym?” he asked, his tone dripping with curiosity.
I chuckled, glancing down at my Speedo again. “Oh yeah, it happened,” I said with a grin. “Maybe not this bad, but there were definitely a few close calls.”
He laughed, shaking his head. “Funny, I didn’t really notice. Kind of disappointing, to be honest.” His eyes twinkled with amusement as he glanced over at me.
I raised an eyebrow. “Well, there were at least two times I had to make a quick exit to the showers before I, uh, busted a nut,” I admitted, a smirk tugging at my lips.
Blake burst out laughing, the sound echoing across the water. “Yeah, well,” he said, catching his breath, “after that first time we did it in jocks when I said I needed to go to my office ‘to get something,’ I actually busted a nut.” He confessed it with a laugh, clearly enjoying the surprise on my face.
I sat up quickly, laughing as I looked over at him. “You what?” I said, wide-eyed. “You told me you just got a little chub because we were doing something ‘different.’”
Blake shrugged, still grinning. “Yeah, that’s what I told you, “He said. “But last night, after we talked about what happened before college with my friend, and that one time in college… well, I had to admit it to myself. That first time we worked out in our jocks, I definitely had to take care of business afterward.”
I shook my head, laughing as I playfully shoved his side while he lay there. “And you’ve been teasing me ever since—with the smaller jocks, the cock rings, the stretching… God, the stretching almost killed me,” I said, rolling my eyes.
Blake sat up, pushing me back with a grin. “Yeah, maybe,” he said, that mischievous glint back in his eye. “What are you gonna do about it?” His tone was a challenge.
I shoved him again, this time with more force, and he fell back onto his elbows, his laughter mixing with a hint of surprise. That was all the spark we needed—before either of us could think twice, we were full-on wrestling in the sand. I lunged forward, tackling him, and we hit the ground hard, our bodies colliding with a thud. The coarse sand stuck to our wet skin, gritting against our muscles as we rolled over each other, grappling for control.
Blake’s body was solid beneath me, his chest rising and falling quickly as he twisted to break free from my grip. I held on tight, pinning his shoulders down with my weight, but he bucked up hard, using his legs to push against the ground and flip us over. Suddenly, I was on my back, and Blake was above me, his forearm pressing across my chest to keep me down. His skin was slick and warm, his muscles straining as he tried to keep me pinned.
I wasn’t going down without a fight. I twisted my hips and hooked my leg around his, throwing him off balance just enough to break free. I surged up, grabbing him around the waist, and we tumbled sideways, a tangle of limbs and sand. Each movement was rough, driven by a mix of laughter and raw energy. There was a heat to it—something more than just horsing around. Every shift of our bodies brought us closer, skin sliding against skin, my hard cock brushing against his thigh or hip with every struggle. The sensation sent jolts through me, and I could feel the adrenaline and arousal mixing, making my pulse pound even harder.
Blake was relentless, his hands gripping my shoulders as he tried to push me back down. I caught a glimpse of his face—his grin wide, eyes gleaming with that familiar challenge. I shoved him hard in the chest, managing to knock him back for a moment, and I quickly scrambled on top of him, straddling his hips to keep him pinned.
But he wasn’t done. With a burst of strength, Blake twisted beneath me, throwing me off balance. He surged up, wrapping his arm around my neck to pull me sideways, and suddenly, I was on my back again, the breath knocked out of me as he landed on top. Before I could catch my breath, he used the moment to his advantage, grabbing the waistband of my Speedo with his free hand and yanking it down hard.
The fabric slid over my hips, and I felt a rush of cool air as my cock sprang free, fully exposed. Blake didn’t waste a second—he ripped the Speedo down my legs and off completely, the motion quick and rough.
“Gotcha,” he said, grinning as he grasped tightly onto my Speedo. He pushed off of me, springing to his feet while I was still catching my breath.
I lay there in the sand, completely butt-ass naked, my chest heaving as I tried to process what had just happened. The rough grains clung to my skin, sticking to the sweat and the dampness left from the lake, covering my back and legs. My cock was still half-hard, twitching slightly from the adrenaline and the lingering tension of our wrestling match, the cool air brushing over my exposed skin and sending a shiver through me.
For a moment, I could only stare up at the bright sky, trying to catch my breath and make sense of how quickly Blake had turned the tables on me. One second, we were tangled up in the sand, and now I was sprawled out naked while he was already a few steps ahead, sprinting toward the water with my Speedo gripped tightly in his hand.
I turned my head just in time to see him splash into the shallows, his grin wide and triumphant as he held my Speedo aloft like some trophy. The sight of him waving it around, the wet fabric dangling from his fingers, sent a mix of frustration and amusement surging through me. It was ridiculous and hilarious all at once, and for a split second, I considered just letting him have his fun. But then I felt the sand clinging to my bare ass and realized there was no way I was letting him get away with that.
I shot up to my feet and sprinted after him, my cock bouncing with each step, slapping against my thighs and chest as I closed the distance. Blake had stopped running by the time I reached him, standing waist-deep in the water, bracing himself for the inevitable collision. Without slowing down, I launched myself at him, tackling him full force and sending us both crashing beneath the surface.
The cool water enveloped us, muffling the sounds and cooling the heat of our bodies. For a moment, everything was chaos—limbs thrashing, bubbles swirling around us. I pushed up, breaking the surface with a gasp just as Blake shot up beside me, water streaming down his face and chest.
Before I could react, he balled up my Speedo and hurled it quickly into the deeper water. “Go fetch!” he laughed, the splash of the Speedo hitting the lake echoing around us.
I wasn’t about to let him get away with that. Without a second thought, I lunged at his legs, wrapping my arms around them and lifting him up. He let out a startled yelp as I hoisted him off his feet, tipping him backward. I dunked him hard, flipping his legs up over his head as I pulled him under, feeling the resistance as his Speedo slipped free from his body in one fluid motion.
The water seemed to slow everything down, the Speedo peeling off his skin as I yanked it down his legs and away. The moment it came free, I tossed it aside into the water, letting it drift aimlessly away. Now we were both completely naked, the lake swallowing up any hint of modesty, and the playful chaos of the last few minutes melted into a charged stillness as we floated back up to the surface.
Blake shot up out of the water, standing right in front of me, completely naked. His chest was heaving, beads of water dripping down his toned torso, and his dick floated just beneath the surface, with the dark curls of his pubes spreading out on top of the water like they were suspended in midair. For a moment, neither of us moved; we just stared at each other, our breaths heavy and ragged, the tension hanging thick between us.
Then, without a word, Blake reached out and grabbed me by the dick, his grip firm but careful as he pulled me toward him. The sudden jolt sent a shock through my body, and before I could even process what was happening, his lips were on mine. The kiss was deep and urgent, our mouths crashing together like we’d both been waiting for this moment longer than either of us had admitted.
My arms wrapped around him instinctively, and my hands found their way to his ass, fingers digging into the firm muscle as I pulled him closer, feeling the warmth of his skin against mine. Literally, this is almost exactly what I had imagined this morning while jerking off; it was wild. There was nothing between us now—just our bare bodies, pressed together in the water, every touch electric. The playful chaos of moments before had transformed into something raw and undeniable, and I felt a heat building in me that had nothing to do with the sun.
I kept my right hand on his ass, squeezing the firm muscle as I moved my left hand between us. As soon as my fingers wrapped around Blake’s dick, I felt the heat and firmness of him, his length throbbing in my grip. Doing to him exactly what I had imagined that morning in the shower. His lips parted against mine, and he let out a deep, guttural groan that vibrated through his chest, the sound echoing between us.
His hand was still stroking my cock, each movement sending jolts of pleasure through my body. I reached down and, without a second thought, brought our dicks together in my grasp. I positioned his length on top of mine, feeling the heat of his shaft against my own, the weight of him pressing down as I wrapped my fingers around both. As I started stroking them together, the sensation of his skin sliding against mine was overwhelming. The slick warmth between us was electric, making my pulse pound in my ears.
With each stroke, the head of his dick brushed against the base of my pubes, teasing through the hair as I pulled downward. At the same time, the tip of mine pressed against his balls, the soft skin yielding under the pressure. The friction was intense, every motion driving us closer together, our bodies synced in the rhythm of my hand. I could feel the way his shaft pulsed against mine, the way his breathing hitched as I tightened my grip slightly, squeezing us both as I stroked faster.
Blake’s breathing hitched again as I squeezed us both, and then suddenly, he pushed against my chest, breaking our rhythm. “Let’s go on the beach,” he said, his voice rough with need as he turned and started walking toward the shore.
I watched him stride ahead, my eyes fixed on the way his naked ass moved with each step, the muscles flexing as he waded through the water. The sight alone was enough to keep my pulse racing, and I followed, anticipation burning in my chest. When Blake reached the shallows, where the water was just above his knees, he turned to face me, and I finally got a full view of his dick.
Blake’s dick was fully on display, standing rigid and proud, jutting straight forward, tilted upward, hinting at just how hard he was, which mirrored my own. The shaft was thick and veined, the skin stretched taut, revealing the intricate network of veins that snaked down its length, pulsing with each beat of his heart. The smooth surface glistened with a faint sheen of water, making every ridge and contour stand out even more. As my eyes traveled downward, I couldn’t help but notice how we were probably the same size, but Blake’s dick was thicker than mine. It wasn’t at all unproportional; it was, in fact, perfect looking; it, like the rest of his body, looked stronger and more defined. The thickness seemed to grow just before the base, where his pubes still clung damply to his skin.
The head of his cock was a perfect shade of deep pink, contrasting sharply with the paler skin of his shaft. It flared out slightly, creating a prominent ridge where it met the shaft, the rounded tip glistening in the sunlight. Every detail was sharp and vivid, from the subtle folds just beneath the head to the delicate line running along the underside. His cock throbbed with each breath, the veins pulsing visibly, almost as if straining against the engorged skin.
His balls hung heavily beneath, still swaying gently even in the cool water, the sac tightening and loosening subtly as the chill set in. They were full and round, the skin slightly wrinkled, with faint veins just visible beneath the surface. Even the way they dangled seemed mesmerizing, the movement drawing my eyes down before traveling back up to the length of his shaft, where the throbbing was unmistakable.
The sight of him, so exposed and unfiltered, was captivating, every detail etched into my mind as I continued to wade closer, my own arousal spiking as I took in the full view.
END PART 2
The fabric was so taut it pulled away from my abs and thighs, creating small gaps at the waistband and openings for my legs. As I lay there with my legs stretched out and leaned back on my elbows, the blue material strained even further, the tension causing it to ride up just enough that I could feel the cool air brush against my skin. It was as if the Speedo was fighting a losing battle to stay in place, and with the way I was positioned, my balls were dangerously close to slipping free from the openings. They pressed against the edges of the leg holes, almost peeking out, barely contained by the stretched fabric.
The sensation was equal parts exhilarating and ridiculous, the way my dick pushed the front out like a flagpole while my balls teetered on the edge of exposure. Normally, or back at the gym before all this, I probably would’ve been embarrassed—or at least made a half-hearted attempt to adjust. But after everything that had happened between us, there was no point in pretending to be modest. I just laughed and let it be, my grin widening as I caught Blake’s eye.
“Looks like it’s trying to make an escape,” he said, his tone half-teasing, half-impressed as his gaze flicked from my Speedo back to my face.
I raised an eyebrow, letting out a low chuckle. “Well, can’t blame it for trying,” I replied, not bothering to shift or cover-up. I just stayed there, relaxed, leaning back and giving him a look that said I wasn’t the least bit fazed.
Blake smirked, shaking his head as he stretched out beside me on the sand, eyes still lingering on how the Speedo struggled to contain me. “Yeah, I guess we’re past pretending to be shy.”
“Way past,” I agreed, the tension between us thick and unmistakable as we lay there, the sun beating down, everything else fading away.
Blake leaned back, putting his hands behind his head, his grin widening. “Be honest… Did this ever happen back at the gym?” he asked, his tone dripping with curiosity.
I chuckled, glancing down at my Speedo again. “Oh yeah, it happened,” I said with a grin. “Maybe not this bad, but there were definitely a few close calls.”
He laughed, shaking his head. “Funny, I didn’t really notice. Kind of disappointing, to be honest.” His eyes twinkled with amusement as he glanced over at me.
I raised an eyebrow. “Well, there were at least two times I had to make a quick exit to the showers before I, uh, busted a nut,” I admitted, a smirk tugging at my lips.
Blake burst out laughing, the sound echoing across the water. “Yeah, well,” he said, catching his breath, “after that first time we did it in jocks when I said I needed to go to my office ‘to get something,’ I actually busted a nut.” He confessed it with a laugh, clearly enjoying the surprise on my face.
I sat up quickly, laughing as I looked over at him. “You what?” I said, wide-eyed. “You told me you just got a little chub because we were doing something ‘different.’”
Blake shrugged, still grinning. “Yeah, that’s what I told you, “He said. “But last night, after we talked about what happened before college with my friend, and that one time in college… well, I had to admit it to myself. That first time we worked out in our jocks, I definitely had to take care of business afterward.”
I shook my head, laughing as I playfully shoved his side while he lay there. “And you’ve been teasing me ever since—with the smaller jocks, the cock rings, the stretching… God, the stretching almost killed me,” I said, rolling my eyes.
Blake sat up, pushing me back with a grin. “Yeah, maybe,” he said, that mischievous glint back in his eye. “What are you gonna do about it?” His tone was a challenge.
I shoved him again, this time with more force, and he fell back onto his elbows, his laughter mixing with a hint of surprise. That was all the spark we needed—before either of us could think twice, we were full-on wrestling in the sand. I lunged forward, tackling him, and we hit the ground hard, our bodies colliding with a thud. The coarse sand stuck to our wet skin, gritting against our muscles as we rolled over each other, grappling for control.
Blake’s body was solid beneath me, his chest rising and falling quickly as he twisted to break free from my grip. I held on tight, pinning his shoulders down with my weight, but he bucked up hard, using his legs to push against the ground and flip us over. Suddenly, I was on my back, and Blake was above me, his forearm pressing across my chest to keep me down. His skin was slick and warm, his muscles straining as he tried to keep me pinned.
I wasn’t going down without a fight. I twisted my hips and hooked my leg around his, throwing him off balance just enough to break free. I surged up, grabbing him around the waist, and we tumbled sideways, a tangle of limbs and sand. Each movement was rough, driven by a mix of laughter and raw energy. There was a heat to it—something more than just horsing around. Every shift of our bodies brought us closer, skin sliding against skin, my hard cock brushing against his thigh or hip with every struggle. The sensation sent jolts through me, and I could feel the adrenaline and arousal mixing, making my pulse pound even harder.
Blake was relentless, his hands gripping my shoulders as he tried to push me back down. I caught a glimpse of his face—his grin wide, eyes gleaming with that familiar challenge. I shoved him hard in the chest, managing to knock him back for a moment, and I quickly scrambled on top of him, straddling his hips to keep him pinned.
But he wasn’t done. With a burst of strength, Blake twisted beneath me, throwing me off balance. He surged up, wrapping his arm around my neck to pull me sideways, and suddenly, I was on my back again, the breath knocked out of me as he landed on top. Before I could catch my breath, he used the moment to his advantage, grabbing the waistband of my Speedo with his free hand and yanking it down hard.
The fabric slid over my hips, and I felt a rush of cool air as my cock sprang free, fully exposed. Blake didn’t waste a second—he ripped the Speedo down my legs and off completely, the motion quick and rough.
“Gotcha,” he said, grinning as he grasped tightly onto my Speedo. He pushed off of me, springing to his feet while I was still catching my breath.
I lay there in the sand, completely butt-ass naked, my chest heaving as I tried to process what had just happened. The rough grains clung to my skin, sticking to the sweat and the dampness left from the lake, covering my back and legs. My cock was still half-hard, twitching slightly from the adrenaline and the lingering tension of our wrestling match, the cool air brushing over my exposed skin and sending a shiver through me.
For a moment, I could only stare up at the bright sky, trying to catch my breath and make sense of how quickly Blake had turned the tables on me. One second, we were tangled up in the sand, and now I was sprawled out naked while he was already a few steps ahead, sprinting toward the water with my Speedo gripped tightly in his hand.
I turned my head just in time to see him splash into the shallows, his grin wide and triumphant as he held my Speedo aloft like some trophy. The sight of him waving it around, the wet fabric dangling from his fingers, sent a mix of frustration and amusement surging through me. It was ridiculous and hilarious all at once, and for a split second, I considered just letting him have his fun. But then I felt the sand clinging to my bare ass and realized there was no way I was letting him get away with that.
I shot up to my feet and sprinted after him, my cock bouncing with each step, slapping against my thighs and chest as I closed the distance. Blake had stopped running by the time I reached him, standing waist-deep in the water, bracing himself for the inevitable collision. Without slowing down, I launched myself at him, tackling him full force and sending us both crashing beneath the surface.
The cool water enveloped us, muffling the sounds and cooling the heat of our bodies. For a moment, everything was chaos—limbs thrashing, bubbles swirling around us. I pushed up, breaking the surface with a gasp just as Blake shot up beside me, water streaming down his face and chest.
Before I could react, he balled up my Speedo and hurled it quickly into the deeper water. “Go fetch!” he laughed, the splash of the Speedo hitting the lake echoing around us.
I wasn’t about to let him get away with that. Without a second thought, I lunged at his legs, wrapping my arms around them and lifting him up. He let out a startled yelp as I hoisted him off his feet, tipping him backward. I dunked him hard, flipping his legs up over his head as I pulled him under, feeling the resistance as his Speedo slipped free from his body in one fluid motion.
The water seemed to slow everything down, the Speedo peeling off his skin as I yanked it down his legs and away. The moment it came free, I tossed it aside into the water, letting it drift aimlessly away. Now we were both completely naked, the lake swallowing up any hint of modesty, and the playful chaos of the last few minutes melted into a charged stillness as we floated back up to the surface.
Blake shot up out of the water, standing right in front of me, completely naked. His chest was heaving, beads of water dripping down his toned torso, and his dick floated just beneath the surface, with the dark curls of his pubes spreading out on top of the water like they were suspended in midair. For a moment, neither of us moved; we just stared at each other, our breaths heavy and ragged, the tension hanging thick between us.
Then, without a word, Blake reached out and grabbed me by the dick, his grip firm but careful as he pulled me toward him. The sudden jolt sent a shock through my body, and before I could even process what was happening, his lips were on mine. The kiss was deep and urgent, our mouths crashing together like we’d both been waiting for this moment longer than either of us had admitted.
My arms wrapped around him instinctively, and my hands found their way to his ass, fingers digging into the firm muscle as I pulled him closer, feeling the warmth of his skin against mine. Literally, this is almost exactly what I had imagined this morning while jerking off; it was wild. There was nothing between us now—just our bare bodies, pressed together in the water, every touch electric. The playful chaos of moments before had transformed into something raw and undeniable, and I felt a heat building in me that had nothing to do with the sun.
I kept my right hand on his ass, squeezing the firm muscle as I moved my left hand between us. As soon as my fingers wrapped around Blake’s dick, I felt the heat and firmness of him, his length throbbing in my grip. Doing to him exactly what I had imagined that morning in the shower. His lips parted against mine, and he let out a deep, guttural groan that vibrated through his chest, the sound echoing between us.
His hand was still stroking my cock, each movement sending jolts of pleasure through my body. I reached down and, without a second thought, brought our dicks together in my grasp. I positioned his length on top of mine, feeling the heat of his shaft against my own, the weight of him pressing down as I wrapped my fingers around both. As I started stroking them together, the sensation of his skin sliding against mine was overwhelming. The slick warmth between us was electric, making my pulse pound in my ears.
With each stroke, the head of his dick brushed against the base of my pubes, teasing through the hair as I pulled downward. At the same time, the tip of mine pressed against his balls, the soft skin yielding under the pressure. The friction was intense, every motion driving us closer together, our bodies synced in the rhythm of my hand. I could feel the way his shaft pulsed against mine, the way his breathing hitched as I tightened my grip slightly, squeezing us both as I stroked faster.
Blake’s breathing hitched again as I squeezed us both, and then suddenly, he pushed against my chest, breaking our rhythm. “Let’s go on the beach,” he said, his voice rough with need as he turned and started walking toward the shore.
I watched him stride ahead, my eyes fixed on the way his naked ass moved with each step, the muscles flexing as he waded through the water. The sight alone was enough to keep my pulse racing, and I followed, anticipation burning in my chest. When Blake reached the shallows, where the water was just above his knees, he turned to face me, and I finally got a full view of his dick.
Blake’s dick was fully on display, standing rigid and proud, jutting straight forward, tilted upward, hinting at just how hard he was, which mirrored my own. The shaft was thick and veined, the skin stretched taut, revealing the intricate network of veins that snaked down its length, pulsing with each beat of his heart. The smooth surface glistened with a faint sheen of water, making every ridge and contour stand out even more. As my eyes traveled downward, I couldn’t help but notice how we were probably the same size, but Blake’s dick was thicker than mine. It wasn’t at all unproportional; it was, in fact, perfect looking; it, like the rest of his body, looked stronger and more defined. The thickness seemed to grow just before the base, where his pubes still clung damply to his skin.
The head of his cock was a perfect shade of deep pink, contrasting sharply with the paler skin of his shaft. It flared out slightly, creating a prominent ridge where it met the shaft, the rounded tip glistening in the sunlight. Every detail was sharp and vivid, from the subtle folds just beneath the head to the delicate line running along the underside. His cock throbbed with each breath, the veins pulsing visibly, almost as if straining against the engorged skin.
His balls hung heavily beneath, still swaying gently even in the cool water, the sac tightening and loosening subtly as the chill set in. They were full and round, the skin slightly wrinkled, with faint veins just visible beneath the surface. Even the way they dangled seemed mesmerizing, the movement drawing my eyes down before traveling back up to the length of his shaft, where the throbbing was unmistakable.
The sight of him, so exposed and unfiltered, was captivating, every detail etched into my mind as I continued to wade closer, my own arousal spiking as I took in the full view.
END PART 2
CHAPTER 8 CONTINUED…
Blake was still walking backward, his eyes locked on mine, a teasing grin spread across his face. His hard dick bobbed in front of him like a fishing pole with every step, the head dipping and rising with the motion, gleaming wet from the lake. I couldn’t tear my eyes away, completely mesmerized by the way it moved, the way his grin sent a pulse of heat straight through me. My jaw must have been dragging on the floor of the lake—I couldn’t think straight. All I could focus on was how badly I wanted him.
I wanted his cock in my throat, wanted to taste him, wanted to lick the water off his balls. Hell, I wanted him to sit on my face, and I didn’t care if I drowned doing it—I would die the happiest man on earth.
Blake stopped walking when the water hit just below his calves, and I met him there, my body moving on instinct. The second our dicks touched, I felt a jolt shoot through me, sending shivers down my entire body. The sensation of his thick, stiff shaft pressed against mine was almost too much, and before my brain could even process the contact, Blake’s hand was on me, gripping my balls firmly.
He kissed me hard, his lips crashing against mine with urgency. His fingers gently massaged my balls, sending waves of pleasure radiating up through my groin. Before I could even register what was happening, he pulled away from the kiss, biting my lower lip softly as he withdrew. A low chuckle escaped his lips, but his hand never left my nuts, squeezing them in a way that felt so damn good I could hardly stand it.
His eyes locked with mine, a mischievous glint flickering there as he winked. Without breaking eye contact, he slowly squatted down, his free hand tracing a line down my chest, over my abs, until he reached my throbbing dick. His fingers wrapped around my shaft, stroking me with deliberate slowness, the head of my cock hovering just inches from his lips. The anticipation was electric, my whole body tense as I watched him, waiting.
Blake kept his eyes on me the entire time, his lips curling into a subtle smile as he stroked my cock, as if waiting for my permission to take things further. The tip of my cock practically ached for his mouth, every nerve screaming for release. My breath caught in my throat as I reached down, fingers finding their way to the back of his head. I ran my hand through his wet hair, my fingers tangling in the strands, my silent way of telling him I wanted this. He could have his way with me.
Blake’s lips still hovered within inches from the tip of my cock, his breath hot and ragged as he teased me, dragging out the moment. My hand was still tangled in his wet hair, gently urging him forward. Finally, his lips parted, and he slowly flicked his tongue over the slit of my head, tracing it deliberately to taste me. The first touch sent a jolt through my entire body, my cock twitching in response to the warmth of his tongue. My whole body ached for more.
Without breaking eye contact, Blake took me deeper, his lips wrapping around my shaft as he slid down with a smooth, deliberate motion. The warmth of his mouth was overwhelming, and the rhythm he set was maddeningly slow, each stroke pulling me further under his control. I could feel every swirl of his tongue, every inch of his mouth as he worked me, his grip on my balls tightening just slightly, sending waves of pleasure radiating through me.
As Blake bobbed up and down, his body moved in perfect sync with each motion. His dick, still rock-hard and thick, slapped against the surface of the water, bouncing slightly with each bob of his head. The small waves of the lake rippled against his balls, the soft slapping sound mixing with the wet, slopping noise of his mouth sliding up and down my shaft. The sounds filled the air, adding to the sensory overload of the moment, and my pulse quickened with every slow, steady stroke.
Blake’s hand never left my balls, his fingers kneading them gently, while his other hand gripped the base of my cock, stroking in perfect unison with his mouth. His movements were precise and calculated—surprisingly, he knew exactly what he was doing, pushing me closer to the edge while still holding me just on the brink. The sensation of his mouth, combined with the feel of his strong, firm grip, had my whole body coiled tight with anticipation.
From where I stood, I had the perfect view of everything—his broad shoulders flexing with every stroke, his wet hair dripping as I ran my fingers through it, guiding him. His dick twitched with every shift of his body, slapping against the water’s surface with a rhythmic pattering as he took me deeper. The water clung to his pubes and balls like droplets of dew, shimmering in the sunlight. The whole scene was intoxicating: the mix of sensations, the heat of his body, and the cool water surrounding us.
Every time his lips met the base of my cock, his tongue swirling around the head as he came back up, it sent jolts of pleasure through me that made my toes curl in the sand. The pressure built with each slow, methodical stroke, my breath catching in my throat as my grip on his hair tightened. Blake looked up at me, his eyes filled with that familiar mischief, even as his mouth worked me over with precision.
The slow pace was driving me insane. I groaned, my hips instinctively pushing forward, desperate for more, but Blake held firm. He wasn’t in any rush, taking his time to savor every inch of me. The tension between us crackled in the air, his control over the moment evident with every teasing, deliberate motion.
Then he pulled off for just a second, his lips slick and swollen as he flashed me that playful grin. “Don’t worry,” he murmured, his voice thick with lust, “I’m not done yet.” His breath hit my skin, and before I could respond, he dove back down, his mouth and hand working together, each stroke pushing me closer to losing control.
I couldn’t tear my eyes away from him—the way his body moved, the way his dick bobbed with every stroke, the look in his eyes as he took me deeper and deeper. My whole body trembled with the pleasure building inside me, and I knew it was only a matter of time before I completely unraveled in his mouth and hands.
Blake kept his eyes locked on mine as his mouth worked me, that familiar teasing grin tugging at the corners of his lips. His slow, deliberate rhythm had me teetering right on the edge, and I could feel every nerve in my body tightening, winding up toward that inevitable release. His hand tightened just slightly around my shaft, stroking me in sync with his mouth, and every stroke, every swirl of his tongue sent jolts of pleasure straight to my core.
I groaned, my grip tightening in his hair, pulling him closer as the pressure inside me built to an almost unbearable level. Blake didn’t speed up—he kept that slow, torturous rhythm going, teasing me, dragging it out, until I felt the familiar coiling deep inside me. My breath caught in my throat, my body ready to snap, the heat and pleasure overwhelming.
“I’m gonna cum,” I gasped, barely able to get the words out between ragged breaths. Blake’s eyes flicked up to meet mine, and with a wicked grin, he pulled his mouth off me, stroking me firmly as he positioned himself just inches away.
The second his mouth left my cock, my body tensed. My hips jerked forward, and the release hit me like a wave crashing down. The first thick stream of cum shot across his neck, splattering his skin, followed by another that streaked down his chest. Blake didn’t flinch—if anything, the look in his eyes grew darker, more satisfied, as I continued to shower him. Each pulse sent another streak of cum across his toned torso, the warmth of it contrasting with the cool water still clinging to both of us.
My legs trembled beneath me, the pleasure rolling through my body in intense waves as I finished, completely spent. Blake’s hand stayed on me, stroking gently, milking every last drop from me until there was nothing left. My breath came in ragged gasps, my body trembling from the sheer intensity of it all.
Blake looked down at himself, then back at me, still grinning like he’d just won. “Shit, man,” he said, wiping a streak from his neck with the back of his hand. “Didn’t know you had that much in you.”
I laughed, still catching my breath. “Neither did I.”
Blake chuckled while walking up the beach a little and sitting back in the water with his legs spread, his dick still hard and bobbing on the surface. The water lapped gently at his balls as he splashed some water up onto his chest and neck, rinsing off the cum. I dropped down next to him, still breathing hard, the adrenaline and intensity of the moment making everything feel a little surreal.
After a few seconds, Blake let out a small chuckle. “You alright?”
I laughed, shaking my head. “Yeah, man. I’m great. Just… haven’t cum like that in a long time. Plus, you’ve been teasing me for two weeks, and we kept getting interrupted yesterday.”
Blake laughed, leaning back. “Yeah, but it made this so much better, don’t you think?”
I nodded, grinning as I laid back in the sand, putting my hands behind my head. My dick had only gone down to half-mast in that time, still thick and hanging heavy. Blake’s was still mostly hard, too, though it had relaxed a little. We both laid there in the water for a moment, the quiet settling around us, the tension finally broken, but the closeness still lingering.
Blake stretched, letting out a relaxed sigh. “So, what now? You wanna try and find our Speedos and jet ski around for a bit, or you just planning to lay here like a beached whale?”
I burst out laughing at his comment, shaking my head. “Nah, man, do you need to cum first?” I asked.
Blake grinned, shrugging casually. “Jerked off this morning, so I can hold off for a bit longer. Don’t worry, though—I’m definitely getting mine.” He winked at me, his usual playful glint in his eyes.
I laughed again, nodding. “I did too,” I admitted, laughing but followed with, “Whenever you’re ready, I’m down.” I sat up and scanned the water, looking for any sign of our Speedos. The sun glistened on the lake’s surface, but there wasn’t a trace of them. “Looks like we might be heading back to the boat naked to grab our trunks,” I said, still searching. “Not seeing those Speedos anywhere.”
Blake stood up, water running off his half-hard dick and dripping steadily from his sack. I couldn’t help but watch; I mean, it was right in front of me. I was just as mesmerized by the way his body moved as ever. I wanted to taste him so bad. “Maybe,” he said, casually glancing around. “But we can look a little more.”
I smirked, glancing up at him. “God damn, your dick might be one of the best I’ve ever seen,” I said, my voice teasing but genuine. As I spoke, I reached down, massaging my own cock as it started to harden again just from watching him.
Blake let out a laugh, clearly amused. “That means a lot coming from a dick connoisseur like yourself,” he shot back, wagging his dick around a little, sending droplets of water flying in my direction.
I couldn’t help but laugh as well, shaking my head at his playful attitude. But Blake was already shifting gears. “Alright, let’s find those Speedos. We can fuck around tonight when it’s not prime lake time,” he said, his tone more practical now but still with a hint of that playful grin.
I groaned but relented, nodding. “Alright, alright,” I said, pushing myself to my feet. As we waded through the water and walked along the shore, searching for any sign of our Speedos, my mind kept drifting back to what had just happened. I couldn’t shake the feeling of how different it was compared to the other times I’d hooked up, especially with “straight” guys. Usually, I was the one doing all the work—no actual eye contact, just them getting off while I took care of myself at the same time. Honestly, I didn’t mind. I liked the feeling of sucking them off while I jerked myself, getting off on their pleasure just as much as my own.
Even when I hooked up with other gay guys, most of the time, if we weren’t fucking, I’d finish with their dick in my mouth or my lips wrapped around their balls while they stroked themselves. I’ve always had a thing for that—an oral fixation that got me every time. There was something about it that got me off in a different way, you know.
But this, with Blake, it felt different. The eye contact, the way he took control—it threw me off, in a good way. It wasn’t just me going through the motions. There was this intensity, this back-and-forth like we were both all in. It felt… equal like we were feeding off each other’s energy, both wanting the same thing. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt something like that.
Blake’s laughter snapped me out of my thoughts, and when I looked over, I saw him splashing and half-running through the shallow water, his half-hard dick still bouncing and bobbing with every step. He looked like a kid messing around, completely carefree. Suddenly, he lunged forward, reaching into the water, and came up with something in his hand.
“Found mine!” he shouted, grinning as he waved his Speedo above his head like a victory flag.
I laughed, shaking my head. His dick was still flopping around as he made a big show of it, looking ridiculous and sexy all at once. He swung the Speedo around a few more times before draping it over his shoulder.
I shouted, “Good for you.” Laced with a heavy tone of playful sarcasm.
“Not my fault you lost yours, man,” he said with a smirk, splashing water toward me.
I raised an eyebrow, smirking back. “You literally ripped mine off and chucked it halfway across the lake. Pretty sure that makes it exactly your fault.”
Blake shrugged, his grin widening. “Details,” he said, still teasing as he started walking toward the shore. “Anyway, there are worse things than having to ride back bare-ass on the jet ski.”
I groaned, still scanning the surface of the water. “Well, if I’m riding back naked, you are too,” I shot back, grinning. “Because this is 100% your fault.”
Blake stopped for a second, turned, and raised an eyebrow, the smirk never leaving his face. “Oh, is that so?”
“Yeah, man. No way I’m going solo on this one,” I replied, shrugging as I gave one last look for my Speedo. “If I’m going bare-ass, so are you.”
Blake laughed, clearly entertained by the whole situation. “Alright, alright. Fair enough,” he said. Instead of putting the Speedo back on, Blake slipped it over his head, threading his head through the waistband and one of the leg holes, wearing it around his neck like a necklace.
I just laughed, shaking my head at how ridiculous he looked.
Blake grinned and patted the Speedo hanging around his neck. “Don’t wanna lose it again. I’m wearing this when we get back to the boat. I can tell you like it,” he said, his tone playful as ever.
END CHAPTER EIGHT
Blake was still walking backward, his eyes locked on mine, a teasing grin spread across his face. His hard dick bobbed in front of him like a fishing pole with every step, the head dipping and rising with the motion, gleaming wet from the lake. I couldn’t tear my eyes away, completely mesmerized by the way it moved, the way his grin sent a pulse of heat straight through me. My jaw must have been dragging on the floor of the lake—I couldn’t think straight. All I could focus on was how badly I wanted him.
I wanted his cock in my throat, wanted to taste him, wanted to lick the water off his balls. Hell, I wanted him to sit on my face, and I didn’t care if I drowned doing it—I would die the happiest man on earth.
Blake stopped walking when the water hit just below his calves, and I met him there, my body moving on instinct. The second our dicks touched, I felt a jolt shoot through me, sending shivers down my entire body. The sensation of his thick, stiff shaft pressed against mine was almost too much, and before my brain could even process the contact, Blake’s hand was on me, gripping my balls firmly.
He kissed me hard, his lips crashing against mine with urgency. His fingers gently massaged my balls, sending waves of pleasure radiating up through my groin. Before I could even register what was happening, he pulled away from the kiss, biting my lower lip softly as he withdrew. A low chuckle escaped his lips, but his hand never left my nuts, squeezing them in a way that felt so damn good I could hardly stand it.
His eyes locked with mine, a mischievous glint flickering there as he winked. Without breaking eye contact, he slowly squatted down, his free hand tracing a line down my chest, over my abs, until he reached my throbbing dick. His fingers wrapped around my shaft, stroking me with deliberate slowness, the head of my cock hovering just inches from his lips. The anticipation was electric, my whole body tense as I watched him, waiting.
Blake kept his eyes on me the entire time, his lips curling into a subtle smile as he stroked my cock, as if waiting for my permission to take things further. The tip of my cock practically ached for his mouth, every nerve screaming for release. My breath caught in my throat as I reached down, fingers finding their way to the back of his head. I ran my hand through his wet hair, my fingers tangling in the strands, my silent way of telling him I wanted this. He could have his way with me.
Blake’s lips still hovered within inches from the tip of my cock, his breath hot and ragged as he teased me, dragging out the moment. My hand was still tangled in his wet hair, gently urging him forward. Finally, his lips parted, and he slowly flicked his tongue over the slit of my head, tracing it deliberately to taste me. The first touch sent a jolt through my entire body, my cock twitching in response to the warmth of his tongue. My whole body ached for more.
Without breaking eye contact, Blake took me deeper, his lips wrapping around my shaft as he slid down with a smooth, deliberate motion. The warmth of his mouth was overwhelming, and the rhythm he set was maddeningly slow, each stroke pulling me further under his control. I could feel every swirl of his tongue, every inch of his mouth as he worked me, his grip on my balls tightening just slightly, sending waves of pleasure radiating through me.
As Blake bobbed up and down, his body moved in perfect sync with each motion. His dick, still rock-hard and thick, slapped against the surface of the water, bouncing slightly with each bob of his head. The small waves of the lake rippled against his balls, the soft slapping sound mixing with the wet, slopping noise of his mouth sliding up and down my shaft. The sounds filled the air, adding to the sensory overload of the moment, and my pulse quickened with every slow, steady stroke.
Blake’s hand never left my balls, his fingers kneading them gently, while his other hand gripped the base of my cock, stroking in perfect unison with his mouth. His movements were precise and calculated—surprisingly, he knew exactly what he was doing, pushing me closer to the edge while still holding me just on the brink. The sensation of his mouth, combined with the feel of his strong, firm grip, had my whole body coiled tight with anticipation.
From where I stood, I had the perfect view of everything—his broad shoulders flexing with every stroke, his wet hair dripping as I ran my fingers through it, guiding him. His dick twitched with every shift of his body, slapping against the water’s surface with a rhythmic pattering as he took me deeper. The water clung to his pubes and balls like droplets of dew, shimmering in the sunlight. The whole scene was intoxicating: the mix of sensations, the heat of his body, and the cool water surrounding us.
Every time his lips met the base of my cock, his tongue swirling around the head as he came back up, it sent jolts of pleasure through me that made my toes curl in the sand. The pressure built with each slow, methodical stroke, my breath catching in my throat as my grip on his hair tightened. Blake looked up at me, his eyes filled with that familiar mischief, even as his mouth worked me over with precision.
The slow pace was driving me insane. I groaned, my hips instinctively pushing forward, desperate for more, but Blake held firm. He wasn’t in any rush, taking his time to savor every inch of me. The tension between us crackled in the air, his control over the moment evident with every teasing, deliberate motion.
Then he pulled off for just a second, his lips slick and swollen as he flashed me that playful grin. “Don’t worry,” he murmured, his voice thick with lust, “I’m not done yet.” His breath hit my skin, and before I could respond, he dove back down, his mouth and hand working together, each stroke pushing me closer to losing control.
I couldn’t tear my eyes away from him—the way his body moved, the way his dick bobbed with every stroke, the look in his eyes as he took me deeper and deeper. My whole body trembled with the pleasure building inside me, and I knew it was only a matter of time before I completely unraveled in his mouth and hands.
Blake kept his eyes locked on mine as his mouth worked me, that familiar teasing grin tugging at the corners of his lips. His slow, deliberate rhythm had me teetering right on the edge, and I could feel every nerve in my body tightening, winding up toward that inevitable release. His hand tightened just slightly around my shaft, stroking me in sync with his mouth, and every stroke, every swirl of his tongue sent jolts of pleasure straight to my core.
I groaned, my grip tightening in his hair, pulling him closer as the pressure inside me built to an almost unbearable level. Blake didn’t speed up—he kept that slow, torturous rhythm going, teasing me, dragging it out, until I felt the familiar coiling deep inside me. My breath caught in my throat, my body ready to snap, the heat and pleasure overwhelming.
“I’m gonna cum,” I gasped, barely able to get the words out between ragged breaths. Blake’s eyes flicked up to meet mine, and with a wicked grin, he pulled his mouth off me, stroking me firmly as he positioned himself just inches away.
The second his mouth left my cock, my body tensed. My hips jerked forward, and the release hit me like a wave crashing down. The first thick stream of cum shot across his neck, splattering his skin, followed by another that streaked down his chest. Blake didn’t flinch—if anything, the look in his eyes grew darker, more satisfied, as I continued to shower him. Each pulse sent another streak of cum across his toned torso, the warmth of it contrasting with the cool water still clinging to both of us.
My legs trembled beneath me, the pleasure rolling through my body in intense waves as I finished, completely spent. Blake’s hand stayed on me, stroking gently, milking every last drop from me until there was nothing left. My breath came in ragged gasps, my body trembling from the sheer intensity of it all.
Blake looked down at himself, then back at me, still grinning like he’d just won. “Shit, man,” he said, wiping a streak from his neck with the back of his hand. “Didn’t know you had that much in you.”
I laughed, still catching my breath. “Neither did I.”
Blake chuckled while walking up the beach a little and sitting back in the water with his legs spread, his dick still hard and bobbing on the surface. The water lapped gently at his balls as he splashed some water up onto his chest and neck, rinsing off the cum. I dropped down next to him, still breathing hard, the adrenaline and intensity of the moment making everything feel a little surreal.
After a few seconds, Blake let out a small chuckle. “You alright?”
I laughed, shaking my head. “Yeah, man. I’m great. Just… haven’t cum like that in a long time. Plus, you’ve been teasing me for two weeks, and we kept getting interrupted yesterday.”
Blake laughed, leaning back. “Yeah, but it made this so much better, don’t you think?”
I nodded, grinning as I laid back in the sand, putting my hands behind my head. My dick had only gone down to half-mast in that time, still thick and hanging heavy. Blake’s was still mostly hard, too, though it had relaxed a little. We both laid there in the water for a moment, the quiet settling around us, the tension finally broken, but the closeness still lingering.
Blake stretched, letting out a relaxed sigh. “So, what now? You wanna try and find our Speedos and jet ski around for a bit, or you just planning to lay here like a beached whale?”
I burst out laughing at his comment, shaking my head. “Nah, man, do you need to cum first?” I asked.
Blake grinned, shrugging casually. “Jerked off this morning, so I can hold off for a bit longer. Don’t worry, though—I’m definitely getting mine.” He winked at me, his usual playful glint in his eyes.
I laughed again, nodding. “I did too,” I admitted, laughing but followed with, “Whenever you’re ready, I’m down.” I sat up and scanned the water, looking for any sign of our Speedos. The sun glistened on the lake’s surface, but there wasn’t a trace of them. “Looks like we might be heading back to the boat naked to grab our trunks,” I said, still searching. “Not seeing those Speedos anywhere.”
Blake stood up, water running off his half-hard dick and dripping steadily from his sack. I couldn’t help but watch; I mean, it was right in front of me. I was just as mesmerized by the way his body moved as ever. I wanted to taste him so bad. “Maybe,” he said, casually glancing around. “But we can look a little more.”
I smirked, glancing up at him. “God damn, your dick might be one of the best I’ve ever seen,” I said, my voice teasing but genuine. As I spoke, I reached down, massaging my own cock as it started to harden again just from watching him.
Blake let out a laugh, clearly amused. “That means a lot coming from a dick connoisseur like yourself,” he shot back, wagging his dick around a little, sending droplets of water flying in my direction.
I couldn’t help but laugh as well, shaking my head at his playful attitude. But Blake was already shifting gears. “Alright, let’s find those Speedos. We can fuck around tonight when it’s not prime lake time,” he said, his tone more practical now but still with a hint of that playful grin.
I groaned but relented, nodding. “Alright, alright,” I said, pushing myself to my feet. As we waded through the water and walked along the shore, searching for any sign of our Speedos, my mind kept drifting back to what had just happened. I couldn’t shake the feeling of how different it was compared to the other times I’d hooked up, especially with “straight” guys. Usually, I was the one doing all the work—no actual eye contact, just them getting off while I took care of myself at the same time. Honestly, I didn’t mind. I liked the feeling of sucking them off while I jerked myself, getting off on their pleasure just as much as my own.
Even when I hooked up with other gay guys, most of the time, if we weren’t fucking, I’d finish with their dick in my mouth or my lips wrapped around their balls while they stroked themselves. I’ve always had a thing for that—an oral fixation that got me every time. There was something about it that got me off in a different way, you know.
But this, with Blake, it felt different. The eye contact, the way he took control—it threw me off, in a good way. It wasn’t just me going through the motions. There was this intensity, this back-and-forth like we were both all in. It felt… equal like we were feeding off each other’s energy, both wanting the same thing. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt something like that.
Blake’s laughter snapped me out of my thoughts, and when I looked over, I saw him splashing and half-running through the shallow water, his half-hard dick still bouncing and bobbing with every step. He looked like a kid messing around, completely carefree. Suddenly, he lunged forward, reaching into the water, and came up with something in his hand.
“Found mine!” he shouted, grinning as he waved his Speedo above his head like a victory flag.
I laughed, shaking my head. His dick was still flopping around as he made a big show of it, looking ridiculous and sexy all at once. He swung the Speedo around a few more times before draping it over his shoulder.
I shouted, “Good for you.” Laced with a heavy tone of playful sarcasm.
“Not my fault you lost yours, man,” he said with a smirk, splashing water toward me.
I raised an eyebrow, smirking back. “You literally ripped mine off and chucked it halfway across the lake. Pretty sure that makes it exactly your fault.”
Blake shrugged, his grin widening. “Details,” he said, still teasing as he started walking toward the shore. “Anyway, there are worse things than having to ride back bare-ass on the jet ski.”
I groaned, still scanning the surface of the water. “Well, if I’m riding back naked, you are too,” I shot back, grinning. “Because this is 100% your fault.”
Blake stopped for a second, turned, and raised an eyebrow, the smirk never leaving his face. “Oh, is that so?”
“Yeah, man. No way I’m going solo on this one,” I replied, shrugging as I gave one last look for my Speedo. “If I’m going bare-ass, so are you.”
Blake laughed, clearly entertained by the whole situation. “Alright, alright. Fair enough,” he said. Instead of putting the Speedo back on, Blake slipped it over his head, threading his head through the waistband and one of the leg holes, wearing it around his neck like a necklace.
I just laughed, shaking my head at how ridiculous he looked.
Blake grinned and patted the Speedo hanging around his neck. “Don’t wanna lose it again. I’m wearing this when we get back to the boat. I can tell you like it,” he said, his tone playful as ever.
END CHAPTER EIGHT
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JUST SAW THERES LIKE 3 NEW CHAPTERS??? HOOOOLLLLLYYY SHIT THANK YOU THANK YOU I CANT WAIT TO READ THEM
love it!! Well done. well written.
another phenomenally written chapter! The level of detail, the build of suspense throughout the whole story and especially in this chapter is so engaging
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It was truly worth the wait! So good! I was afraid of another interruption, but you delivered wonderfully.
Totally agree, superb writing, well done! You’ve given us a very detailed description of Blake’s body but can you also say what age he is and what he looks like ( hair , eye colour, features etc). Would complete the picture. Thanks
You definitely know how to get a guy hard with your writing!
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Omg that was brilliant. I actually felt like I was right there on that beach.
Another explosive chapter! Reading your story is more enjoyable than watching porn. Been rereading each chapter. Edging myself. The build up and the suspense
Meanwhile here is Steve Grand as Blake hehe
loved it once again.
you shoul write a book over it, def.
you shoul write a book over it, def.
Agree with this. This should get published
Exactly! And I would LOVE to see a movie version as well (although reading always gets me on a deeper level than watching a movie). This is exactly type of porn I enjoy, sex-centric but not full on banging all the time. Let‘s standardize that
P.S. Needless to say, great job man! I enjoyed every word of it.
I’m clearly hooked on this story. I’m shocked Blake as a “straight” guy sucked Dover off first. Interesting turn of events.
Now we just need Blake to sit that sexy ass on Dover’s face. Blake really needs to be ate up disrespectfully at this point, especially looking like Steve Grand lmao
Now we just need Blake to sit that sexy ass on Dover’s face. Blake really needs to be ate up disrespectfully at this point, especially looking like Steve Grand lmao
