Chapter Ten: Cliff Jock-ing
Nic and his buddies had drifted away just enough to give us space to get the jet ski properly hitched to the boat. I had jumped on the jet ski to get it in the correct position to get it hitched, and Blake was standing at the back of the boat, ready to tie it off. As he tightened the last line, I stepped back on the boat, glanced at Blake, and couldn’t help but laugh.
“Seems like you’ve got a couple of admirers,” I said, smirking.
Blake raised an eyebrow, chuckling. “What do you mean?”
“Alex and Dom are loving you,” I said, emphasizing the word and motioning toward the direction their boat had floated.
He laughed again, shaking his head. “What are you talking about? They’re just nice. They want to go cliff jumping.”
I grinned, leaning casually against the boat’s railing. “Alex and Dom would want to do anything you were doing as long as you were wearing that Speedo.” I pointed to his crotch for effect.
Blake followed my gesture, looking down. His eyes widened as the realization hit him like a freight train. The white speedo was still wet and clinging to him like Blake had painted it on—though, now that I think about it, paint might have done a better job. At least the paint would’ve hidden the different skin tones underneath. His face turned an unmistakable shade of red.
“Fuck, dude,” he said, his voice tinged with panic. “I completely forgot this thing completely disappears when it’s wet.” His hands flew to the pouch, trying to shield himself. “Shit! I stood there talking to them with all my shit just right there?”
I doubled over laughing, wiping a tear from my eye. “Shit, man! I thought you knew what you were doing. They were loving the view—I can promise you that. It was kinda fun watching them squirm like I was.”
Blake groaned, running his fingers through his damp hair and shaking his head. “Why the hell didn’t you say anything—or toss me a damn towel?”
I shrugged, still grinning. “I thought you knew! You’ve been doing that same thing to me for weeks now.”
“It’s completely different with you,” he shot back, his tone defensive but his lips twitching toward a smile. “I was doing that on purpose with you—I knew what I was doing.” He hesitated for a beat, then added under his breath, “I like you.”
“You like me?” I repeated, a smirk spreading across my face.
“Of course that’s all you heard,” he muttered, rolling his eyes. Then, more seriously, he said, “Dude, you’re my best friend. I’ve told you things, done things with you, that I’ve never done with anyone else—or at least don’t remember before.” He paused again, then groaned louder, throwing his hands in the air. “Jesus, man, I just stood there, pretty much butt-ass naked, in front of three gay guys I don’t even know!”
“They know you really well now,” I said, barely able to keep the laughter out of my voice.
Blake shot me a sharp glare, his cheeks still red. “Dude, you’re being a dick.”
I laughed even harder, clapping him on the back. “Dude, you’ll live. They loved it. You can put your trunks back on if you want, but they’ve already seen everything.”
Blake couldn’t stay frustrated and finally let out a laugh, the tension easing from his shoulders. He glanced over at his trunks, still sitting on the seats at the back of the boat where he’d tossed them earlier. A sly grin spread across his face. “They did enjoy it, didn’t they?” he said, his voice dripping with playful arrogance.
I shook my head, smirking. “I mean, I know I am, and they were definitely staring and squirming, trying not to make it obvious—but, trust me, it was.”
Blake shrugged, the grin still plastered on his face. “Well, as long as you’re enjoying it, I guess I’ll just leave it.”
I laughed, shaking my head. Then I added, “But hey, I don’t need some ‘straight’ guy falling in love with me, alright? That shit never ends well.”
Blake burst out laughing, leaning back against the railing. “Falling in love with you?” he shot back, his tone sharp and teasing. “Please. If I were gonna fall for a dude, I’d at least aim for someone taller. Maybe with better abs.”
“Better abs?” I repeated, pretending to be offended. “Have you seen these cum gutters?”
Blake barked another laugh, shaking his head. “Yeah, yeah, they’re decent. But Dom’s got size, and Alex—well, he’s got… enthusiasm. You’re just ‘the safe bet.’” He winked, making sure the jab landed.
I couldn’t help but laugh. “Oh, fuck you.”
“Don’t have to,” he shot back, grinning wickedly. “I’ve got a couple of volunteers lined up for that on the other boat.”
Nic shouted from his boat, “You guys ready to go or what?”
I hollered back, “Yep, heading out now!” With that, I walked over to the captain’s chair, sat down, and started the engine. The low hum vibrated through the boat as we pulled away, Nic and his crew following close behind.
I leaned back casually against the chair, one hand on the wheel, the other resting on the armrest. Blake walked over, gripping the side rail for stability as the boat glided over the water. His wet speedo clung to him with every step, shifting slightly with each movement.
“How far out is this cliff spot?” he asked, leaning close enough that I could catch the faint scent of lake water and sunscreen still lingering on his skin.
“Not too far,” I replied, glancing at him before turning my gaze back to the lake. “Probably takes about 15, maybe 20 minutes to get there.”
I tried to focus on steering, but my eyes betrayed me, flicking downward to the speedo that was still clinging tight to him. The fabric was starting to dry now, regaining some coverage, but it still left little to the imagination. Each subtle bounce of the boat made it jiggle just enough to hold my attention a second too long.
Blake caught me staring. He grinned, clearly enjoying the moment, and grabbed the pouch of his speedo, giving it a playful squeeze. “See something you like?” he teased, his voice low and full of amusement.
I blinked and shot him a smirk. “I’m just taking advantage of the private show before all your groupies are here staring.”
Blake laughed, shaking his head as he turned and walked toward the seating area at the front of the boat. “They can look all they want, but you’re the only one that gets to touch,” Blake shouted back as he flopped down onto one of the cushions, stretching out like he didn’t have a care in the world.
I let out a breath, gripping the wheel a little tighter as I turned my focus back to the lake ahead. Nic and them were still close behind, their boat bouncing along the water, but my attention kept drifting back to Blake as he lounged effortlessly in the sun.
It wasn’t long before we were pulling into the cove where the cliff-jumping spot was. The tall rock formations jutted out above the shimmering water, casting long shadows across the cove. Blake sat up, stretching lazily as he looked around, his eyes scanning the cliffs.
“Which one do we jump off?” he asked, a mix of curiosity and excitement in his voice.
I pointed to the tallest cliff. “There’s a little path you take from the beach up and around to the top,” I explained. “It’s about 70 feet directly above the water. Perfect for jumping if you’re feeling brave.”
As I said this, Nic’s boat pulled up beside ours, and we quickly tied the boats off and anchored them down. The sound of water splashing against the hulls and the faint hum of music from Nic’s boat set the atmosphere.
Alex, standing at the edge of their boat, peered down into the water with a skeptical look. “Are we sure the water’s deep enough here for the jump?”
Nic let out a loud laugh, shaking his head. “Oh, now you’re chickening out? I bet you’re regretting not wanting to go to the beach party now.” His teasing tone drew chuckles from everyone.
Alex straightened, his face flushed. “No, I’m just making sure,” he muttered defensively.
Nic smirked, clapping Alex on the shoulder. “Oh, okay, just making sure,” he said in a mockingly serious tone before turning to Blake with a grin. “Come on, Blake, you and me. Let’s show these little wimps how it’s done.”
Blake turned to me, his grin small, and raised an eyebrow as if asking for permission. I tilted my head toward the cliff and smirked.
Blake stood up and adjusted the pouch of his speedo, readying himself to dive into the water. Nic motioned for him to follow as they prepared to swim to the beach and make their way to the top.
“Hey, Nic,” I called out just before they jumped in, “you remember how to get to the top, right?”
Nic paused mid-step, rolling his eyes. “Yes, Dad. We go up.” His voice was dripping with sarcasm, and I just shook my head, smirking as they both dove cleanly into the water.
Alex cracked open a beer and called out, “Dover! Heads up.” He tossed me a can, and I caught it as I climbed over to their boat.
“Cheers,” I said, tapping my can against his before taking a sip.
We leaned against the side, watching Blake and Nic swim toward the shore. The faint sound of music played in the background, blending with the rhythmic splash of water. As they reached the beach, Blake and Nic were laughing, already talking animatedly about something.
After a moment of small talk, Dom switched it up, his tone casual but with a mischievous edge. “So, uh… what’s the deal with you and Blake?”
I glanced at him, raising an eyebrow. “What do you mean? He’s straight.”
Dom smirked, leaning a little closer. “Come on. You’ve got to know what I mean. He’s ripped, confident, practically all over you… You’re telling me you two are just friends?”
Alex chuckled, taking a swig of his beer. “Yeah, right. Just friends. That’s why he’s walking around in a tiny Speedo that’s basically see-through. Straight guys don’t do that when they’re hanging out with their gay best friend.”
I laughed, shaking my head. “I lent it to him this morning.”
Alex froze mid-sip, staring at me. “You lent it to him?”
Dom burst out laughing, “Wait—and he actually wore it? Dude, I don’t think he’s as straight as you think.”
“Yeah,” I said with a shrug, trying to sound casual. “It’s not a big deal.”
Dom doubled over, still laughing. “Not a big deal? Dude, it’s practically transparent.”
“We didn’t know it was see-through!” I said quickly, holding up my hands in defense.
That only made them laugh harder. Alex nearly spit out his beer. “How could you not know? Have you seen him in it? You can practically see his entire—”
“I get it!” I interrupted, laughing despite myself. “I just thought it’d be fun, alright? We didn’t find out it was see-through until we were already out on the water and we laughed and then, I don’t know, forgot about it.”
Dom wiped at his eyes, grinning wide. “You thought it’d be fun, huh? Sure. And now you’re gonna sit there and tell us you forgot about it… how could you forget about something that amazing?”
I laughed and rolled my eyes. “You guys are ridiculous.”
“We’re ridiculous?” Alex said, still laughing. “Come on, man. The only ridiculous thing is expecting us to believe you guys are just friends.”
I took another sip of my beer. “But it’s the truth. We are just two good friends having a good time. Nothing more.” Which was sort of the truth, I guess. I just left out the part about my dick being in Blake's mouth and then his tonged in my ass earlier.
Dom said, “Fine, we won’t make you kiss and tell if you don’t want to. But at least admit you can’t get enough of him in that speedo,” As he leaned back in his chair.
I laughed, “Alright, maybe a little.”
“A little?” Alex said, still laughing. “Come on, man. There is nothing little about that man. Except for your speedo he’s wearing; it’s like a second skin. You can’t not notice.”
“Okay, fine,” I said, chuckling. “Maybe I’ve been staring. But hey, it’s Blake. He doesn’t care, and neither do I.”
Dom smirked, shaking his head. “You two are something else, man.”
I rolled my eyes, laughing again. “You guys are ridiculous. Blake’s straight. He’s just, I don’t know, comfortable with himself. And yeah, we’re close friends, but that’s all it is.”
Dom leaned back, grinning. “Well, someone needs to tell Nic that. Because that Dude, shit, he looks like he’s about to chew glass every time he sees you two together?”
I paused, caught off guard. “Nic... What? Why?”
Alex raised an eyebrow, his tone teasing but firm. “Oh, he’s definitely jealous. You didn’t see the way he kept glancing over here earlier? Like he was trying to figure out if Blake’s your new… whatever.”
I laughed, brushing it off. “Nic’s got no reason to be jealous. He’s the one who walked away.”
Dom’s smirk faded slightly, his tone softening. “Look, you know how Nic is. The guy can’t commit to dinner plans, let alone a relationship. That’s just who he is. It wasn’t about you.”
Alex nodded, his voice more serious now. “Yeah, man. His last relationship wrecked him.”
I paused, my beer halfway to my lips. “What? Who was this guy? How long were they together?”
END PART ONE
I need Blake to make sweet love to Dover ASAP!!
