Awesome stories man---hot as fuck---please keep going.
Adventures with my Personal Trainer
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I really enjoy this story and check back often for updates but why are we hyper-focused on Blake and his speedo so much? I mean, we already know he looks awesome in his speedo or the jocks he wears and to keep talking about it, kind of diminishes it's intended results.
If I was in this situation, I would be endlessly staring at Blake’s junk in his speedo. And would be immensely turned on that other gays around me were thirsting after him. But like Blake said, i’m the one who gets to touch……. And that’s an immense turn on as well.
Well said. Although the story is great, it could use some editing.
I guess we were all bad. No Christmas present from @3rdbaseman ! lol
Can’t believe I just started and read the last chapter of this story in less than 3 hours hoping to jack off and I havent released myself 
I need Blake to make sweet love to Dover ASAP!!
I need Blake to make sweet love to Dover ASAP!!
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We have been treated to a spectacle unlike any other. Thanks for the best story if the year!
I hope we'll get new chapter soon. Surely I can't be the only one who checks this thread regularly for updates...
You aren’t the only one! I can’t wait to read the next chapter! Hopefully @3rdbaseman gets a chance soon to upload or update!
We are all waiting to jack our dicks to more excellent material. Always HOT.
Hello everyone,
Sorry for the delay; once again, I have a lot of stuff going on. I have finished Chapter 11, and I am posting it below. I'm going to try to get the next chapter out next week, but it's not finished... so we will see. Thanks for being patient!
Cheers & hope you enjoy it!
Sorry for the delay; once again, I have a lot of stuff going on. I have finished Chapter 11, and I am posting it below. I'm going to try to get the next chapter out next week, but it's not finished... so we will see. Thanks for being patient!
Cheers & hope you enjoy it!
Chapter Eleven: Jock Veil
The boat cut through the water so smoothly I barely had to think about steering. The engine hummed low, steady, like a heartbeat. The sun was setting, and the whole lake was lit up in that golden glow—the kind that makes you feel like you’re in a dream. You know what I mean, right? When the light just hangs there, catching everything in this warm, perfect way? It was beautiful, sure, but also… off. Maybe it was just me.
The air was already felt colder than it had the night before. Not freezing, but sharp enough to notice. That’s normal for this time of year, I guess, but it felt like the temperature had dropped all at once, like someone flipped a switch. Maybe it was because we were out on the water, nothing but open lake around us, the breeze cutting through. I remember feeling it—how it settled on my skin, raising goosebumps. It wasn’t the kind of cold you forget.
The lake was quieter, too. A lot quieter. That morning, it had been packed. More people out there than I expected, honestly. Boats buzzing back and forth, kids yelling, music blasting from a pontoon here or there. But by now? It was just us. Even the birds had gone quiet. No laughter, no engines, just the water lapping at the hull and the occasional groan of wood shifting as the boat rocked. I remember thinking how empty it felt—like the world had pulled back and left us out there alone.
Back on the boat in our small subspace of the world Blake was stretched out at the front of the boat, facing away from me, leaning back on his elbows. The sunlight kissed his skin, accentuating every smooth, muscular line of his body. His legs were outstretched, his feet shifting occasionally with the gentle rhythm of the boat. The lake was glassy—calm and inviting so steering didn’t take much effort, which meant my attention had a habit of wandering. Not to the water ahead, but to Blake.
After everything that had happened between us over the past few days, I didn’t bother pretending not to stare anymore. That ship had sailed back at the gym when he wore that strapless jock, making it impossible not to look. And Blake had admitted it—he wanted me to notice. He had a way of demanding attention without trying, and the Speedo he was wearing now wasn’t exactly subtle.
As if he could sense it, Blake shifted, rolling onto his stomach, and propping himself up on his elbows. He turned his head, catching me mid-stare, and smirked.
“Wow,” he said, his voice dripping with playful sarcasm. “Every time I turn around, you’re right there, staring at me like I’m some piece of meat.”
I laughed, shaking my head. “Well, you’re always making sure you’re right there in front of me, looking like a piece of meat.”
Blake chuckled, shrugging one shoulder casually. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he said.
With that, he spun his legs around and sat upright. He faced me now, his feet planted firmly on the deck, knees bent, and legs spread just enough to make his posture impossible to ignore. I couldn’t help but notice the head of his dick pressing tightly against the front fabric of his Speedo, his balls filling out the space behind it. His elbows rested on his knees, his whole body relaxed, but his eyes were fixed on me, glinting with mischief.
“How much longer we got till the house?” he asked, his tone lazy, like it didn’t really matter but he asked it anyway.
I replied, “About ten minutes. Maybe.” Motioning with my head I added, “That’s it straight ahead just have to make our way to the backside where the dock is.”
Blake didn’t bother to turn around and look he just nodded slowly, looking thoughtful for a moment, before leaning back slightly. His hands slid to the waistband of his Speedo, and my stomach tightened as I watched him hook his thumbs under the edge.
Without a word, he started sliding it down. Slowly. Deliberately. His knees stayed bent, his legs still spread wide, giving me a front-row seat to everything. As the Speedo slipped past his hips, he lifted his ass slightly off the deck to shimmy it over the curve of his cheeks. The motion was fluid, smooth, and intentional as hell. I gripped the wheel a little tighter, pretending to focus on steering but failing miserably.
Once the Speedo cleared his ass, he slid it the rest of the way down his thighs, over his ankles, and tossed it onto the deck near his feet. Now completely naked, Blake leaned back on his elbows again, his legs still spread. His dick rested heavily against his balls, which dangled low and relaxed between his thighs. The sun caught every inch of him, casting shadows and highlights that made it impossible to look away. The light breeze brushed against his skin, and he looked entirely at ease.
“Better,” he said, smirking as he let his knees fall open even wider, tilting his head back to soak in the sun.
I let out a dry laugh, shaking my head. “You’re unbelievable.”
Blake tilted his head back up and grinned at me between his spread knees. “Goddamn, that thing was tight,” he said, referring to the Speedo, as he cupped himself and adjusted his junk. He pulled his sack up, giving me a completely unobstructed view of his smooth taint and tight, pink hole.
My fingers clenched around the wheel, my breath hitching. “You really like making it as hard as possible for me to stay focused, don’t you?” My voice came out rougher than I intended.
Blake chuckled, leaning back further, and releasing his sack. His balls dropped back down against his taint and his dick flopped lazily over them in a playful way. “Sir, no, Sir,” he said, smirking. “Sir, I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m just trying to get comfortable, Sir.”
It wasn’t even ten minutes before we were pulling up to the dock next to the boathouse on the island. I’d driven a little faster than usual, the anticipation of what I thought was about to happen pushing me to get us back sooner. As I eased the boat close to the dock, Blake hopped over with effortless grace, tying us off with the kind of casual confidence he always seemed to carry.
Now, I know tying off a boat is usually the most boring, everyday task imaginable. But watching Blake do it naked? That was a whole different story. It was like watching the decisive moments of a championship game in overtime—every little motion carried an edge of excitement. And yes, I know, I’ve been watching Blake do a lot of things either half-naked or fully naked lately… but let me tell you, it never gets old.
Anyway—sorry, back to what we were doing. Once the boat was secure, we started gathering the few things we had with us: some towels and the clothes we’d left in, minus my Speedo, which Blake had ripped off me and “misplaced” back at the hidden cove. Most of it we just set on the dock, not bothering to carry it all the way inside just yet.
That’s when Blake walked to the end of the dock, his bare skin catching the last of the sun’s glow and stretched his arms above his head. He turned back toward me with that teasing grin of his, the kind that always made me nervous in the best way.
“I’m gonna go for one last dip,” he said. “You coming?”
Before I could answer, he dove in—still butt-ass naked, of course—and disappeared beneath the water in one smooth motion. I walked to the edge of the dock, watching as he surfaced a few seconds later. His wet hair clung to his forehead, and he shook his head like a dog, water droplets catching the golden light as they sprayed in every direction.
“Come on,” he called up to me, his voice echoing off the quiet water. “It still feels good—hasn’t gotten too cold yet.”
I didn’t need much convincing. I reached down, untied my swim trunks, and let them fall to my ankles. My dick was still hanging heavy, my body humming from watching Blake lay spread-eagle on the front of the boat the entire ride back. The cool evening air hit my skin, and for a second, I felt slightly more exposed than I expected—but Blake’s reaction made it impossible to care.
“I love seeing the effect I have on you,” Blake said with a laugh, his eyes locked directly on my dick. There wasn’t even an attempt to hide the way he was staring, his grin widening as he treaded water a few feet out from the dock.
I smirked, shaking my head as I stepped to the edge of the dock. “You know, it’s not often that a ‘straight’ guy loves, or at least admits to loving, seeing that he’s turning on another man.”
Blake tilted his head back, laughing as he floated on his back, his body bobbing effortlessly on the surface of the water. “Stop overthinking it. You want me. I want you.” he said, turning back to face me. “Now quit standing there looking pretty and get in.”
I dove into the lake, the cool water rushing over my skin as I broke the surface and swam toward Blake. The temperature hit me harder than I expected, but it was more refreshing than uncomfortable. As soon as I surfaced, Blake was already moving closer, his strokes smooth and deliberate, until there was barely any space left between us.
Before I knew it, his arms were wrapping around my shoulders, pulling me against him. Our bodies pressed together, skin to skin, the chill of the water replaced by the heat radiating off him. We were both kicking our legs to stay afloat, and every motion sent ripples of movement between us. His dick bobbed up, brushing against mine as we kicked, the contact impossible to ignore.
For a moment, neither of us said anything. The only sounds were the water lapping around us and our quiet, uneven breaths.
As always, my mind was all over the place. That’s just me—I can’t help it. One second, I was caught up in the feeling of Blake’s skin against mine, his arms wrapped around me like it was the most natural thing in the world. The next second, I was spiraling into everything that had happened that day—his teasing, the way he looked at me, all the shit I was starting to feel but didn’t want to say out loud. What did it mean? What did we mean?
And then, just like that, my mind was yanked back to the moment. Blake’s hand wrapped around my dick under the water, and—shit—it was like my whole brain short-circuited. I couldn’t think, couldn’t move. All I could do was look at him.
We locked eyes, and there was no grin this time, no smirk. Just this heat, this connection that felt like it could burn right through me. Before I even realized it, we were kissing—hard and fast, like neither of us could wait anymore. It wasn’t like last night, where everything got cut short by whatever the hell that creepy noise was. No, this time, there was nothing to stop us. Just me and Blake, tangled up in the middle of the lake.
One of my hands drifted down his back, feeling the smooth line of his spine under my palm until I reached his ass. Firm, tight, perfect. I grabbed a handful, pulling him closer, and felt him press against me like he couldn’t get enough. My other hand found its way to his dick. Even underwater, I could feel how thick he was, how he twitched when my fingers wrapped around him. I started stroking him slowly, my grip firm but careful, and he let out this low, muffled groan into my mouth that just… damn.
Blake didn’t let up on me, either. His hand moved over my dick with the same slow, deliberate rhythm. We were still kicking to stay afloat, but every movement made our bodies rub together—his cock brushing against my wrist, his balls grazing against my leg. The friction, the heat, the weight of him in my hand—it was all so much, I could barely breathe.
Our kiss deepened, his tongue sliding against mine, his breath hot against my face despite the chilly water. My head was spinning, but in the best way, like nothing else in the world mattered except for us. I couldn’t even hear the lake anymore, just the sound of our breathing and the feel of his body pressed against mine.
We stayed like that, treading water, our bodies pressed together, lips locked, and hands moving slowly but deliberately. Every stroke, every touch felt electric, like time had stopped just for us. I don’t know how long we stayed like that—honestly, it could’ve been minutes, or it could’ve been an eternity. All I know is that we were both breathing harder and harder, and at one point, I couldn’t help but think, damn, maybe we need to hit more cardio in the gym.
Eventually, Blake broke the kiss, his forehead resting against mine as he caught his breath. His chest rose and fell against me, the water rippling softly around us. “Let’s go inside,” he panted, his voice low and rough in a way that made my stomach flip.
I couldn’t find words, so I just nodded. We pulled apart slowly, the space between us growing inch by inch, but my hand stayed on his dick until the very last second, reluctant to let go. Even as we started swimming toward the dock, my fingers ached with the memory of him, the weight of him still lingering like a phantom touch.
Blake reached the dock first, swimming up to the ladder with smooth, practiced strokes. I floated just behind him, watching as he grabbed hold of the rungs and started to pull himself up. The water clung to his skin, catching the fading sunlight in a way that made every inch of him glisten, like he’d been sculpted out of bronze.
As he climbed, my eyes drifted down to his ass, which as you know was impossible for me to ignore. Each step up the ladder made the muscles flex and shift, the curve of his cheeks perfect, tight, and just the right amount of round. Water dripped in slow rivulets down the small of his back, over the crease where his ass met his thighs, and along the backs of his legs. For a second, I couldn’t even move—I was too caught up in the sight of him, every detail seared into my memory.
When he reached the top, he paused for a moment, standing on the edge of the dock, his back to me. His legs were spread just enough for the water to keep cascading between his thighs, dripping from his balls and running down his calves. His dick hung low and heavy, swaying slightly as he shifted his weight, his body stretching lazily like he didn’t have a care in the world. I watched as the muscles in his back rolled with the motion, his shoulder blades shifting, his ass tightening briefly as he adjusted his stance.
Then he turned his head slightly, catching me watching him, and smirked. “You coming, or are you just gonna hang out down there all night?”
His voice pulled me out of the trance I didn’t even realize I’d fallen into. I blinked, clearing my throat quietly like that would somehow cover up the fact that I’d been caught staring… once again. Without a word, I swam up to the ladder and grabbed hold, the cold metal biting into my hands as I started to climb. By now, there was no use pretending to play it cool—Blake had a way of making it impossible to look anywhere else, and honestly, I wasn’t even trying anymore.
The cool air hit me hard as I stepped up onto the dock, water dripping off me in steady streams. The breeze cut across my skin, raising goosebumps as I grabbed the towel Blake had tossed toward me. But my focus wasn’t on the cold, or the towel, or even myself—it was on him. Blake was already drying off, dragging the towel slowly across his chest, his arms, his stomach. Every muscle rippled with the motion, and his dick—still hard, arcing upward—bounced slightly with every movement, glistening from the water.
I was standing there, my dick rock hard, pointing straight out, and there was no hiding it. But at this point, what was the point of hiding anything? His mouth had been around it only hours ago. Blake’s eyes didn’t leave me. Not once. They traveled over every inch of me, following the water as it slid down my chest, my stomach, and lower, settling on my cock like he was committing the image to memory.
He shifted slightly, moving the towel over his hair, which only made his body move in all the right ways. His abs tensed, his legs spread just enough to keep his balance, and his balls—still tight from the cold—pulled up just beneath his shaft, swaying lightly every time he moved. I couldn’t stop staring, but the way his lips curled into that teasing grin told me he knew exactly what he was doing.
“You’re lucky it’s cold out here,” he said, his voice low and edged with something darker. His towel hung to his side as he let his eyes rake over me one more time, his cock twitching slightly as he took me in. “Otherwise, I’d have to stop you from drying off altogether.”
For a second, I didn’t respond. I couldn’t. The way he looked at me—like I was the only thing in the world worth looking at, like I had been looking at him for weeks now—had me frozen in place. My towel hung uselessly in my hand as I stood there, water still dripping off me, my dick aching and heavy, but I didn’t care. All I cared about was the heat building between us, the way the air felt thick with tension, the way his body seemed to gravitate closer without either of us moving.
For the first time in what felt like forever, I actually looked away. The air was still thick between us, but I bent down to grab my swim trunks from the dock where I’d left them before diving in.
Snap!
The sting hit me right across the ass, sharp and unexpected. I shot up straight, my whole body tensing from the sudden slap of the towel.
Blake burst out laughing, doubling over slightly, his towel still twirling in his hand. “Oh, man,” he gasped between chuckles. “That was perfect.”
I slowly turned to face him, my grin spreading. “You little fuck,” I said, my voice low, teasing, but laced with intent. “You’re going to get it now.”
I walked straight up to him, closing the space between us, and he didn’t move an inch. Blake didn’t move. He didn’t run, didn’t try to dodge—hell, he didn’t even flinch. He just stood there, still grinning, and let his towel slip from his fingers, letting it drop onto the dock beside him. His chest rising and falling in slow, measured breaths, the water still clinging to his skin in shimmering droplets. His muscles were tight, his abs flexed subtly, the cool night air sharpening every defined ridge of his body. His dick, thick and heavy, hung low between his legs, still hard a bead of water trailing down his shaft before dripping off the tip. His balls were drawn up slightly, the chill keeping them tight against him, but he looked completely unbothered—like he had planned the whole thing.
His eyes never left mine. There was no smirk now, no teasing grin. Just something darker, something patient, like he was waiting to see exactly what I was going to do next.
I didn’t hesitate.
I reached down and grabbed him by the dick, my fingers curling firmly around the thick base, feeling the warmth of him against my palm. His cock twitched slightly at the sudden contact, and I tightened my grip just enough to feel his pulse beneath my fingers. I gave a slow, deliberate tug, pulling him forward by nothing but his length, making sure he felt every inch of the control I had in that moment.
Blake let out a sharp exhale through his nose, his jaw twitching just slightly, but he didn’t resist. He let me lead him, his body following mine without question, his breath steady but heavier now.
He didn’t need to say a word.
“Inside,” I said, my tone low, authoritative.
Blake’s grin barely faltered, but there was something different in his eyes now—something darker, something hungrier. He let me pull him forward, his body following mine without question.
He didn’t need to say a word.
As I walked toward the house, I kept my grip on Blake’s dick, firm and unyielding, my fingers wrapped tightly around the thick base. He followed without a word, his body moving effortlessly with each tug of my hand. The only sounds were our quiet, steady breaths and the distant hum of the lake behind us. The cool night air still clung to our skin, but the heat between us made it feel irrelevant.
END PART ONE
The boat cut through the water so smoothly I barely had to think about steering. The engine hummed low, steady, like a heartbeat. The sun was setting, and the whole lake was lit up in that golden glow—the kind that makes you feel like you’re in a dream. You know what I mean, right? When the light just hangs there, catching everything in this warm, perfect way? It was beautiful, sure, but also… off. Maybe it was just me.
The air was already felt colder than it had the night before. Not freezing, but sharp enough to notice. That’s normal for this time of year, I guess, but it felt like the temperature had dropped all at once, like someone flipped a switch. Maybe it was because we were out on the water, nothing but open lake around us, the breeze cutting through. I remember feeling it—how it settled on my skin, raising goosebumps. It wasn’t the kind of cold you forget.
The lake was quieter, too. A lot quieter. That morning, it had been packed. More people out there than I expected, honestly. Boats buzzing back and forth, kids yelling, music blasting from a pontoon here or there. But by now? It was just us. Even the birds had gone quiet. No laughter, no engines, just the water lapping at the hull and the occasional groan of wood shifting as the boat rocked. I remember thinking how empty it felt—like the world had pulled back and left us out there alone.
Back on the boat in our small subspace of the world Blake was stretched out at the front of the boat, facing away from me, leaning back on his elbows. The sunlight kissed his skin, accentuating every smooth, muscular line of his body. His legs were outstretched, his feet shifting occasionally with the gentle rhythm of the boat. The lake was glassy—calm and inviting so steering didn’t take much effort, which meant my attention had a habit of wandering. Not to the water ahead, but to Blake.
After everything that had happened between us over the past few days, I didn’t bother pretending not to stare anymore. That ship had sailed back at the gym when he wore that strapless jock, making it impossible not to look. And Blake had admitted it—he wanted me to notice. He had a way of demanding attention without trying, and the Speedo he was wearing now wasn’t exactly subtle.
As if he could sense it, Blake shifted, rolling onto his stomach, and propping himself up on his elbows. He turned his head, catching me mid-stare, and smirked.
“Wow,” he said, his voice dripping with playful sarcasm. “Every time I turn around, you’re right there, staring at me like I’m some piece of meat.”
I laughed, shaking my head. “Well, you’re always making sure you’re right there in front of me, looking like a piece of meat.”
Blake chuckled, shrugging one shoulder casually. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he said.
With that, he spun his legs around and sat upright. He faced me now, his feet planted firmly on the deck, knees bent, and legs spread just enough to make his posture impossible to ignore. I couldn’t help but notice the head of his dick pressing tightly against the front fabric of his Speedo, his balls filling out the space behind it. His elbows rested on his knees, his whole body relaxed, but his eyes were fixed on me, glinting with mischief.
“How much longer we got till the house?” he asked, his tone lazy, like it didn’t really matter but he asked it anyway.
I replied, “About ten minutes. Maybe.” Motioning with my head I added, “That’s it straight ahead just have to make our way to the backside where the dock is.”
Blake didn’t bother to turn around and look he just nodded slowly, looking thoughtful for a moment, before leaning back slightly. His hands slid to the waistband of his Speedo, and my stomach tightened as I watched him hook his thumbs under the edge.
Without a word, he started sliding it down. Slowly. Deliberately. His knees stayed bent, his legs still spread wide, giving me a front-row seat to everything. As the Speedo slipped past his hips, he lifted his ass slightly off the deck to shimmy it over the curve of his cheeks. The motion was fluid, smooth, and intentional as hell. I gripped the wheel a little tighter, pretending to focus on steering but failing miserably.
Once the Speedo cleared his ass, he slid it the rest of the way down his thighs, over his ankles, and tossed it onto the deck near his feet. Now completely naked, Blake leaned back on his elbows again, his legs still spread. His dick rested heavily against his balls, which dangled low and relaxed between his thighs. The sun caught every inch of him, casting shadows and highlights that made it impossible to look away. The light breeze brushed against his skin, and he looked entirely at ease.
“Better,” he said, smirking as he let his knees fall open even wider, tilting his head back to soak in the sun.
I let out a dry laugh, shaking my head. “You’re unbelievable.”
Blake tilted his head back up and grinned at me between his spread knees. “Goddamn, that thing was tight,” he said, referring to the Speedo, as he cupped himself and adjusted his junk. He pulled his sack up, giving me a completely unobstructed view of his smooth taint and tight, pink hole.
My fingers clenched around the wheel, my breath hitching. “You really like making it as hard as possible for me to stay focused, don’t you?” My voice came out rougher than I intended.
Blake chuckled, leaning back further, and releasing his sack. His balls dropped back down against his taint and his dick flopped lazily over them in a playful way. “Sir, no, Sir,” he said, smirking. “Sir, I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m just trying to get comfortable, Sir.”
It wasn’t even ten minutes before we were pulling up to the dock next to the boathouse on the island. I’d driven a little faster than usual, the anticipation of what I thought was about to happen pushing me to get us back sooner. As I eased the boat close to the dock, Blake hopped over with effortless grace, tying us off with the kind of casual confidence he always seemed to carry.
Now, I know tying off a boat is usually the most boring, everyday task imaginable. But watching Blake do it naked? That was a whole different story. It was like watching the decisive moments of a championship game in overtime—every little motion carried an edge of excitement. And yes, I know, I’ve been watching Blake do a lot of things either half-naked or fully naked lately… but let me tell you, it never gets old.
Anyway—sorry, back to what we were doing. Once the boat was secure, we started gathering the few things we had with us: some towels and the clothes we’d left in, minus my Speedo, which Blake had ripped off me and “misplaced” back at the hidden cove. Most of it we just set on the dock, not bothering to carry it all the way inside just yet.
That’s when Blake walked to the end of the dock, his bare skin catching the last of the sun’s glow and stretched his arms above his head. He turned back toward me with that teasing grin of his, the kind that always made me nervous in the best way.
“I’m gonna go for one last dip,” he said. “You coming?”
Before I could answer, he dove in—still butt-ass naked, of course—and disappeared beneath the water in one smooth motion. I walked to the edge of the dock, watching as he surfaced a few seconds later. His wet hair clung to his forehead, and he shook his head like a dog, water droplets catching the golden light as they sprayed in every direction.
“Come on,” he called up to me, his voice echoing off the quiet water. “It still feels good—hasn’t gotten too cold yet.”
I didn’t need much convincing. I reached down, untied my swim trunks, and let them fall to my ankles. My dick was still hanging heavy, my body humming from watching Blake lay spread-eagle on the front of the boat the entire ride back. The cool evening air hit my skin, and for a second, I felt slightly more exposed than I expected—but Blake’s reaction made it impossible to care.
“I love seeing the effect I have on you,” Blake said with a laugh, his eyes locked directly on my dick. There wasn’t even an attempt to hide the way he was staring, his grin widening as he treaded water a few feet out from the dock.
I smirked, shaking my head as I stepped to the edge of the dock. “You know, it’s not often that a ‘straight’ guy loves, or at least admits to loving, seeing that he’s turning on another man.”
Blake tilted his head back, laughing as he floated on his back, his body bobbing effortlessly on the surface of the water. “Stop overthinking it. You want me. I want you.” he said, turning back to face me. “Now quit standing there looking pretty and get in.”
I dove into the lake, the cool water rushing over my skin as I broke the surface and swam toward Blake. The temperature hit me harder than I expected, but it was more refreshing than uncomfortable. As soon as I surfaced, Blake was already moving closer, his strokes smooth and deliberate, until there was barely any space left between us.
Before I knew it, his arms were wrapping around my shoulders, pulling me against him. Our bodies pressed together, skin to skin, the chill of the water replaced by the heat radiating off him. We were both kicking our legs to stay afloat, and every motion sent ripples of movement between us. His dick bobbed up, brushing against mine as we kicked, the contact impossible to ignore.
For a moment, neither of us said anything. The only sounds were the water lapping around us and our quiet, uneven breaths.
As always, my mind was all over the place. That’s just me—I can’t help it. One second, I was caught up in the feeling of Blake’s skin against mine, his arms wrapped around me like it was the most natural thing in the world. The next second, I was spiraling into everything that had happened that day—his teasing, the way he looked at me, all the shit I was starting to feel but didn’t want to say out loud. What did it mean? What did we mean?
And then, just like that, my mind was yanked back to the moment. Blake’s hand wrapped around my dick under the water, and—shit—it was like my whole brain short-circuited. I couldn’t think, couldn’t move. All I could do was look at him.
We locked eyes, and there was no grin this time, no smirk. Just this heat, this connection that felt like it could burn right through me. Before I even realized it, we were kissing—hard and fast, like neither of us could wait anymore. It wasn’t like last night, where everything got cut short by whatever the hell that creepy noise was. No, this time, there was nothing to stop us. Just me and Blake, tangled up in the middle of the lake.
One of my hands drifted down his back, feeling the smooth line of his spine under my palm until I reached his ass. Firm, tight, perfect. I grabbed a handful, pulling him closer, and felt him press against me like he couldn’t get enough. My other hand found its way to his dick. Even underwater, I could feel how thick he was, how he twitched when my fingers wrapped around him. I started stroking him slowly, my grip firm but careful, and he let out this low, muffled groan into my mouth that just… damn.
Blake didn’t let up on me, either. His hand moved over my dick with the same slow, deliberate rhythm. We were still kicking to stay afloat, but every movement made our bodies rub together—his cock brushing against my wrist, his balls grazing against my leg. The friction, the heat, the weight of him in my hand—it was all so much, I could barely breathe.
Our kiss deepened, his tongue sliding against mine, his breath hot against my face despite the chilly water. My head was spinning, but in the best way, like nothing else in the world mattered except for us. I couldn’t even hear the lake anymore, just the sound of our breathing and the feel of his body pressed against mine.
We stayed like that, treading water, our bodies pressed together, lips locked, and hands moving slowly but deliberately. Every stroke, every touch felt electric, like time had stopped just for us. I don’t know how long we stayed like that—honestly, it could’ve been minutes, or it could’ve been an eternity. All I know is that we were both breathing harder and harder, and at one point, I couldn’t help but think, damn, maybe we need to hit more cardio in the gym.
Eventually, Blake broke the kiss, his forehead resting against mine as he caught his breath. His chest rose and fell against me, the water rippling softly around us. “Let’s go inside,” he panted, his voice low and rough in a way that made my stomach flip.
I couldn’t find words, so I just nodded. We pulled apart slowly, the space between us growing inch by inch, but my hand stayed on his dick until the very last second, reluctant to let go. Even as we started swimming toward the dock, my fingers ached with the memory of him, the weight of him still lingering like a phantom touch.
Blake reached the dock first, swimming up to the ladder with smooth, practiced strokes. I floated just behind him, watching as he grabbed hold of the rungs and started to pull himself up. The water clung to his skin, catching the fading sunlight in a way that made every inch of him glisten, like he’d been sculpted out of bronze.
As he climbed, my eyes drifted down to his ass, which as you know was impossible for me to ignore. Each step up the ladder made the muscles flex and shift, the curve of his cheeks perfect, tight, and just the right amount of round. Water dripped in slow rivulets down the small of his back, over the crease where his ass met his thighs, and along the backs of his legs. For a second, I couldn’t even move—I was too caught up in the sight of him, every detail seared into my memory.
When he reached the top, he paused for a moment, standing on the edge of the dock, his back to me. His legs were spread just enough for the water to keep cascading between his thighs, dripping from his balls and running down his calves. His dick hung low and heavy, swaying slightly as he shifted his weight, his body stretching lazily like he didn’t have a care in the world. I watched as the muscles in his back rolled with the motion, his shoulder blades shifting, his ass tightening briefly as he adjusted his stance.
Then he turned his head slightly, catching me watching him, and smirked. “You coming, or are you just gonna hang out down there all night?”
His voice pulled me out of the trance I didn’t even realize I’d fallen into. I blinked, clearing my throat quietly like that would somehow cover up the fact that I’d been caught staring… once again. Without a word, I swam up to the ladder and grabbed hold, the cold metal biting into my hands as I started to climb. By now, there was no use pretending to play it cool—Blake had a way of making it impossible to look anywhere else, and honestly, I wasn’t even trying anymore.
The cool air hit me hard as I stepped up onto the dock, water dripping off me in steady streams. The breeze cut across my skin, raising goosebumps as I grabbed the towel Blake had tossed toward me. But my focus wasn’t on the cold, or the towel, or even myself—it was on him. Blake was already drying off, dragging the towel slowly across his chest, his arms, his stomach. Every muscle rippled with the motion, and his dick—still hard, arcing upward—bounced slightly with every movement, glistening from the water.
I was standing there, my dick rock hard, pointing straight out, and there was no hiding it. But at this point, what was the point of hiding anything? His mouth had been around it only hours ago. Blake’s eyes didn’t leave me. Not once. They traveled over every inch of me, following the water as it slid down my chest, my stomach, and lower, settling on my cock like he was committing the image to memory.
He shifted slightly, moving the towel over his hair, which only made his body move in all the right ways. His abs tensed, his legs spread just enough to keep his balance, and his balls—still tight from the cold—pulled up just beneath his shaft, swaying lightly every time he moved. I couldn’t stop staring, but the way his lips curled into that teasing grin told me he knew exactly what he was doing.
“You’re lucky it’s cold out here,” he said, his voice low and edged with something darker. His towel hung to his side as he let his eyes rake over me one more time, his cock twitching slightly as he took me in. “Otherwise, I’d have to stop you from drying off altogether.”
For a second, I didn’t respond. I couldn’t. The way he looked at me—like I was the only thing in the world worth looking at, like I had been looking at him for weeks now—had me frozen in place. My towel hung uselessly in my hand as I stood there, water still dripping off me, my dick aching and heavy, but I didn’t care. All I cared about was the heat building between us, the way the air felt thick with tension, the way his body seemed to gravitate closer without either of us moving.
For the first time in what felt like forever, I actually looked away. The air was still thick between us, but I bent down to grab my swim trunks from the dock where I’d left them before diving in.
Snap!
The sting hit me right across the ass, sharp and unexpected. I shot up straight, my whole body tensing from the sudden slap of the towel.
Blake burst out laughing, doubling over slightly, his towel still twirling in his hand. “Oh, man,” he gasped between chuckles. “That was perfect.”
I slowly turned to face him, my grin spreading. “You little fuck,” I said, my voice low, teasing, but laced with intent. “You’re going to get it now.”
I walked straight up to him, closing the space between us, and he didn’t move an inch. Blake didn’t move. He didn’t run, didn’t try to dodge—hell, he didn’t even flinch. He just stood there, still grinning, and let his towel slip from his fingers, letting it drop onto the dock beside him. His chest rising and falling in slow, measured breaths, the water still clinging to his skin in shimmering droplets. His muscles were tight, his abs flexed subtly, the cool night air sharpening every defined ridge of his body. His dick, thick and heavy, hung low between his legs, still hard a bead of water trailing down his shaft before dripping off the tip. His balls were drawn up slightly, the chill keeping them tight against him, but he looked completely unbothered—like he had planned the whole thing.
His eyes never left mine. There was no smirk now, no teasing grin. Just something darker, something patient, like he was waiting to see exactly what I was going to do next.
I didn’t hesitate.
I reached down and grabbed him by the dick, my fingers curling firmly around the thick base, feeling the warmth of him against my palm. His cock twitched slightly at the sudden contact, and I tightened my grip just enough to feel his pulse beneath my fingers. I gave a slow, deliberate tug, pulling him forward by nothing but his length, making sure he felt every inch of the control I had in that moment.
Blake let out a sharp exhale through his nose, his jaw twitching just slightly, but he didn’t resist. He let me lead him, his body following mine without question, his breath steady but heavier now.
He didn’t need to say a word.
“Inside,” I said, my tone low, authoritative.
Blake’s grin barely faltered, but there was something different in his eyes now—something darker, something hungrier. He let me pull him forward, his body following mine without question.
He didn’t need to say a word.
As I walked toward the house, I kept my grip on Blake’s dick, firm and unyielding, my fingers wrapped tightly around the thick base. He followed without a word, his body moving effortlessly with each tug of my hand. The only sounds were our quiet, steady breaths and the distant hum of the lake behind us. The cool night air still clung to our skin, but the heat between us made it feel irrelevant.
END PART ONE
CHAPTER ELEVEN CONTINUED…
I reached the sliding door and pulled it open with my free hand, stepping onto the porch without breaking stride. My towel and swim trunks hit the ground the second I crossed the threshold; forgotten the moment they left my fingers. I didn’t stop—I just pulled Blake inside with me, his warm, naked body following mine as if he belonged there.
The moment we were in, I didn’t hesitate. I walked straight to the couch, my grip tightening just slightly as I gave one last tug, swinging Blake forward in front of me. He barely caught his balance as I released him, his body turning to face me, his breath just a little heavier now.
I didn’t give him a second to react. I grabbed his face and kissed him hard, our mouths crashing together with raw, unspoken need. His hands found my waist instantly, fingers digging into my skin as he pulled me closer. The kiss was rough, deep, all tongue and heat, the kind that left no space for second-guessing.
Then, just as fast, I shoved him backward.
Blake barely had time to brace himself before he landed on the couch, his back sinking into the cushions with a soft thump. His legs spread naturally, falling open like he was completely at ease, his body settling into the space like he owned it. His arms draped over the back of the couch, biceps flexing just slightly as he stretched out, his fingers grazing the fabric like he had no intention of moving anytime soon. His chest rose and fell in slow, steady breaths, his wet skin glistening under the dim light.
The sudden motion sent his dick bouncing up against his abs, the thick shaft slapping hard against his stomach before bobbing back up slightly, twitching with the leftover momentum. A thin bead of precum streaked across his skin where the tip had smacked against him, trailing down in a slow, wet line. His balls, still drawn up slightly from the cold, shifted between his thighs as he adjusted his stance, the weight of them settling comfortably against the cushions.
Again, he didn’t say anything.
He tilted his head back slightly, his wet hair clinging to his forehead, his grin widening into something almost lazy, self-assured. His eyes locked onto mine, heat simmering beneath the amusement. The way he looked at me—relaxed, sprawled out, completely at my mercy—said everything.
I slowly kneeled down in front of Blake, positioning myself between his spread legs. The heat of his body radiated against mine, the air thick with the scent of lake water, sweat, and something unmistakably him. My hands rested on his thighs, fingers pressing into the firm muscle before I started to move—slow, deliberate strokes, rubbing up toward his hips and then back down to his knees. His skin was still damp, smooth under my palms, the fine hairs on his legs catching the dim light as I traced over them.
Neither of us spoke. We didn’t need to. We just locked eyes, staring at each other with something deeper than words, something raw. His chest rose and fell in steady breaths, his arms still draped over the back of the couch like he had no intention of moving, completely open to whatever I was going to do next.
After a moment, I rose up onto my knees, leaning forward over Blake, my hands still sliding up his body. As I moved, I felt my stomach pressed against his hard dick, the heat of him tingling against my skin. I felt it twitch instantly, a slow pulse that sent a faint smear of precum streaking against my abs as I slid up further. The sensation made my breath hitch, but I didn’t stop— I couldn’t. I let my fingers roam upward, tracing the ridges of his stomach, feeling the way his muscles tensed slightly beneath my touch.
Blake exhaled. His breath warm against my face. His chest rose beneath my palms as I dragged my hands higher, brushing over his pecs, my thumbs grazing the edges of his nipples. His dick pulsed again against me, thick and leaking, leaving a slick warmth between us. The contact sent a slow shiver through my core, and for a second, I just hovered there, feeling every little twitch, every little reaction his body gave me.
I leaned down, pressing my lips against his in a brief but hungry kiss. His breath was warm against my mouth, and when I pulled back, I didn’t go far. My lips trailed to his neck, my tongue teasing against the slightly salty skin as I kissed him there, feeling his pulse beneath my mouth.
I moved lower, tracing my lips down to his chest, and then flicked my tongue over one of his nipples before lightly nipping at it. The reaction was immediate—a sharp inhale, his arms tightening briefly over the back of the couch before his muscles relaxed again. He let out a low, breathy moan, but he didn’t move, didn’t stop me.
I shifted again, moving to his underarm, my hands pressing against his chest as I guided him to lift his arm. He smirked slightly but obeyed, resting his hand behind his head, exposing himself to me completely.
The scent of him was intoxicating, musky and masculine, untouched by cologne or anything artificial—just raw, clean sweat mixed with the remnants of the lake water. I leaned in, rubbing my face against the thick hair there, inhaling deeply, taking it in fully before dragging my tongue from the bottom of his pit to the top. The coarse hairs tickled against my tongue, adding to the sensation, and I felt him tense just slightly before exhaling, his body loosening again beneath me.
I moved lower, my hands and mouth trailing down his smooth abs, licking and kissing every ridge as I went. His stomach flexed under my lips, his breath coming just a little quicker now, but he still wasn’t saying anything. Just watching me, letting me take my time.
When I reached his waist, I didn’t stop. I shifted to his upper thigh, kissing my way down, my tongue tracing the thick muscle, feeling the heat radiating from him.
My hands stayed on his thighs, rubbing slow, deliberate circles into the firm muscle, feeling the heat of his skin beneath my palms. The tension in his body was electric—his breath steady, but just a little heavier now. My fingers drifted closer, my touch exploring, teasing, until they finally found their way to his dick.
With my palms still resting on his thighs, my thumbs slipped beneath his balls, pressing gently into his taint. The reaction was immediate. As I rubbed in slow, rhythmic strokes, his balls bobbed slightly, shifting with every motion, the soft weight of them moving naturally with my touch. My other fingers, still pressing against his lower abdomen, edged their way under his shaft, feeling the thickness of it resting stiffly against his stomach.
Blake tilted his head back, his lips parting as he let out a deep, unsteady breath. His body relaxed against the couch, but I could feel the tension coiled just beneath the surface—the way his cock twitched at the same time my thumbs rolled over his taint, the way his abs flexed slightly with every slow, deliberate stroke.
I took my time, letting myself take everything in. The way his smooth, heavy balls shifted under my touch, the slight tightening and release as I worked my thumbs against him. The faint, involuntary jerks of his cock, each twitch matching the rhythm of my movements. The way his breath hitched, just slightly, every time I applied the perfect amount of pressure.
Then, slowly, I cupped his balls fully in my right hand, feeling their weight settle against my palm. They were warm, smooth, and heavy, shifting slightly as I rolled them gently between my fingers and thumb. I squeezed just enough to feel the fullness of them, appreciating their heft before I leaned in closer, bringing them toward my face.
The scent of him hit me the moment I was close enough to breathe him in—a deep, masculine musk laced with the faint, lingering tang of sweat. It was rich and warm, the kind of scent that clung to his skin after a long day, like the air in a locker room but cleaner, fresher. I had caught faint traces of it before—at the gym, when we worked out together, when he’d stretch next to me, or when we’d spot each other during lifts. But now? Now, I was getting the full effect.
There was a faint saltiness from the dried lake water, but beneath that, it was all him—raw, unfiltered, undeniably male. It was intoxicating in a way I hadn’t expected, settling deep in my lungs as I took it in, making something in my stomach tighten.
I inhaled slowly, deliberately, savoring it as I pressed my nose right against his balls, letting their warmth spread across my face.
At the same time, my left hand slid upward, wrapping firmly around his shaft, my fingers molding perfectly to the thick, rigid length of him my grip just beneath the ridge of his cut head. I didn’t stroke him. I just held him as I took in the sent of his beautifully, round, smooth sack.
Blake let out another breath, this one shakier than the last. His hands still rested behind the back of the couch, completely open, completely exposed—letting me do whatever I wanted to him.
I pulled my face away from his balls, exhaling one last slow breath against them before looking back up at him. Blake was already watching me, his eyes heavy-lidded, his chest rising and falling with steady but deep breaths. Then, with that same teasing glint in his eye, he smirked and said, “Damn, why are you stopping?”
I huffed out a quiet laugh, shaking my head as I grinned up at him.
“Shut up,” I muttered, my hands gliding back to his thighs. I spread them apart a little more, pushing gently but firmly until his legs were fully open to me. His balls shifted with the movement, dropping just slightly, settling over his taint. His balls were still drawn up enough from his current level of arousal that I could almost see the smooth tight pink ring of his hole beneath them.
Blake let out a slow breath, his grin faltering just slightly as he relaxed deeper into the couch, fully giving himself over to me. His arms stayed draped over the back and behind his head, his body open, his cock resting thick and heavy against his stomach, twitching every so often. His scent still thick in my nose, and now that I had him exactly where I wanted him, there was absolutely no way I was going to stop anytime soon.
I reached down to my own cock, now throbbing between my thighs as I knelt in front of him. The head was slick, dripping steadily, and when I glanced down, I noticed a small pool of precum on the floor beneath me, a thick strand still connecting to the tip of my dick. I wrapped my fingers around myself and started stroking slowly, my grip firm but measured, letting the pleasure build.
At the same time, with my other hand, I pressed my palm against Blake’s balls, lifting them gently, pushing them up so I could see everything. His taint was still perfectly smooth from his last shave, his skin pink and flushed with heat, leading down to his still partly hidden, tight hole. The way he was sitting, his cheeks pressed slightly against the couch, pushing them together, keeping it just barely concealed—just enough to make my stomach tighten, the anticipation curling low in my gut.
I leaned forward, pressing my tongue flat against the base of his taint, the warmth of my mouth meeting the heat of his skin. I licked upward in a slow, deliberate stroke, dragging my tongue from the bottom of his taint all the way to his balls, feeling the way the skin tensed beneath me. As I did, I rubbed my chin against him, my stubble tickling lightly against the sensitive skin of his taint.
Blake shuddered. His body jerked slightly, his abs tightening as his breath hitched through his nose. His arms flexed against the back of the couch, but he still didn’t move, still let me have him exactly how I wanted.
I let my hand slip away, letting his balls drop back down naturally, settling over his taint again. Without hesitation, I reached for his cock, gripping him fully, my fingers molding around the thick shaft as I started stroking him with the same slow rhythm, I was using on myself. His cock pulsed in my hand, warm and solid, precum slicking my palm as I worked him with long, steady strokes.
Then I leaned in again, opened my mouth, and took both of his balls in at once, sucking them in slowly, letting them fill the space behind my lips. And let me tell you—they felt heavy. Warm, smooth, but full, shifting slightly as they settled against my tongue. I could feel the weight of them, the way they moved against each other as I sucked, the skin stretched just enough to make my mouth feel completely stuffed.
I hollowed my cheeks, pulling them in tighter, letting the heat build between my lips as my tongue rolled over them. And the taste—fuck—it was good. A little salty from the lake water, but underneath that, it was all him. Musky, clean sweat mixed with something deeper, something I knew would stick in my brain long after this moment was over.
I kept working them, sucking them deeper, pressing my lips firmly around them while I stroked his cock at the same time. Every little movement sent a new sensation through me—the way they shifted in my mouth, the way they rolled and dragged over my tongue, the way his breath hitched just slightly every time I pulled on them. I could’ve stayed there forever, just savoring the way he felt against me, the heat of him, the way he gave himself over completely.
Eventually, I let Blake’s balls slip from my mouth, feeling them drag wetly against my lips as they fell back into place, resting heavy against his taint again, now hanging even lower. I took a second just to breathe, to take in the way he looked right then.
I let go of my own dick, my fingers sliding away reluctantly from where I’d been stroking myself, and instead, I reached for him. My hands moved over him with intent, massaging his balls first, rolling them gently in my palm, feeling their weight shift between my fingers. He was still warm, still sensitive as I worked him over.
I moved my other hand up the length of his shaft, wrapping around him just beneath the ridge of his cut head. His skin was hot, smooth, pulsing against my grip, and as I stroked him slowly, spreading the precum already dripping from his tip, I could feel the way his breath deepened.
I repositioned myself, getting closer, adjusting the way I knelt between his legs, so I was lined up perfectly with him. My lips hovered just over the swollen head of his cock, the heat of him radiating against my mouth before I even made contact.
Then, without hesitation, I opened my mouth and took him in—all of him. And don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t because he was small. Far from it. I just wanted him that badly. I let the full length of his shaft slide over my tongue in one slow, deep stroke, feeling every inch as he filled my mouth.
The swollen tip of his dick pressed firmly against the back of my throat, and I didn’t let up. I pushed further, swallowing around him, feeling the stretch as I worked past the first instinct to pull back. My eyes started watering, my throat tightening for just a second before I forced myself to relax, adjusting, taking him deeper, until my nose pressed against his pubes and my chin against his sack.
I held him there, breathing through my nose, feeling the heavy weight of him in my mouth, the way his cock twitched slightly against my tongue. My fingers dug into his thighs and around his sack, grounding myself in the heat of him.
Blake gave into me completely at this point, letting out another sharp breath, his head rolling over the back of the couch. His chest rose and fell harder now, each inhale deeper than the last, his legs spreading even wider as I kept going, tasting him, feeling him react under me.
It wasn’t long before I could tell Blake was close to losing control. His breaths came heavier, deeper, his chest rising and falling with each shaky exhale. His hips started moving, slow at first, then more deliberate, like he couldn’t help but thrust into my mouth. His thighs tensed under my hands, and I could feel the subtle flex of his muscles, his body winding up, the pressure building.
Then, suddenly, his hands were on me—firm, insistent. He gripped the sides of my face, his fingers pressing into my skin as he pulled me up, his cock slipping free from my lips with a slick pop. Before I could even react, his mouth was on mine, kissing me hard, desperate, his breath hot and uneven.
He pulled away just enough to whisper against my lips, his voice rough and full of need. “I want to be inside you.”
I let out a quiet chuckle, still catching my own breath. “Not yet,” I murmured, my voice teasing but firm.
Blake groaned, shaking his head with a grin, but before he could say anything, I grabbed his wrist and pulled him up from the couch. He barely had time to react before I sat back, stretching out onto my back against the cushions, my legs spreading naturally as I looked up at him.
“Sit on my face,” I murmured, my voice low and commanding.
Blake’s smirk deepened. “Fuck,” he exhaled, more to himself than me. But he didn’t hesitate. He moved over me, straddling my head, his thighs warm against the sides of my face as he positioned himself just right.
His balls settled heavily over my face first, resting against my nose and lips, smooth and warm, carrying the same deep, musky scent I’d already memorized. I groaned against them, breathing him in, feeling the weight of him pressing into me. My hands slid up, gripping his ass firmly, fingers digging into the firm muscle as I spread him open.
Then, I pulled him down and dragged my tongue up from his taint, slow and deliberate, until I reached his hole. He shuddered, his hands gripping his own cock, stroking it slowly while his breath coming out in a slow exhale.
I worked him over with my tongue, circling his hole first, teasing him with slow, wet strokes, feeling the way he twitched under me. Then I pressed in deeper, tasting him, licking into him, savoring the way his body reacted with every flick of my tongue.
Blake’s thighs flexed around my head, his hips shifting instinctively as he started rolling into it, grinding down slightly against my face, chasing the feeling. His cock hovered just above me, throbbing, leaking on my forehead and into my hair as he breathed heavily, his moans deep.
I could feel the tension in his body, the way he was getting closer, his muscles tightening under my hands, his hips pressing down just a little harder every time my tongue pushed deeper.
When I finally pulled away, my face was slick, my breathing heavy, my cock aching. I wiped the back of my hand across my chin, catching the wetness, but I barely had time to think about it. My body was burning with need, every nerve lit up, and I wasn’t done—not even close.
Blake was still straddling me, his chest rising and falling in deep, uneven breaths, his cock standing thick and flushed between us. His lips were parted slightly, his body completely open, completely wrecked, but his eyes were locked onto mine, pupils blown wide with hunger.
Without a word, I pushed him back, gripping his thighs, shifting us both as I sat upright and pushed him on his back. He let me take control, his legs spreading instinctively as I moved over him, positioning myself exactly where I wanted to be. My hands found his chest for balance, my fingers pressing into the firm muscle as I straddled his lap, the head of his cock already pressing hot against my hole.
His cock was standing thick and ready, flushed red, glistening with precum. I lined myself up as I spit into my hand and then rubbed it in and around my hole. Then I gripped the base of his shaft firmly, as I lowered myself onto him, feeling the stretch, the fullness as I took him in inch by inch. My mouth fell open, a deep groan slipping from my throat as I took him in, my body clenching around him, adjusting, making room for him.
END PART TWO
I reached the sliding door and pulled it open with my free hand, stepping onto the porch without breaking stride. My towel and swim trunks hit the ground the second I crossed the threshold; forgotten the moment they left my fingers. I didn’t stop—I just pulled Blake inside with me, his warm, naked body following mine as if he belonged there.
The moment we were in, I didn’t hesitate. I walked straight to the couch, my grip tightening just slightly as I gave one last tug, swinging Blake forward in front of me. He barely caught his balance as I released him, his body turning to face me, his breath just a little heavier now.
I didn’t give him a second to react. I grabbed his face and kissed him hard, our mouths crashing together with raw, unspoken need. His hands found my waist instantly, fingers digging into my skin as he pulled me closer. The kiss was rough, deep, all tongue and heat, the kind that left no space for second-guessing.
Then, just as fast, I shoved him backward.
Blake barely had time to brace himself before he landed on the couch, his back sinking into the cushions with a soft thump. His legs spread naturally, falling open like he was completely at ease, his body settling into the space like he owned it. His arms draped over the back of the couch, biceps flexing just slightly as he stretched out, his fingers grazing the fabric like he had no intention of moving anytime soon. His chest rose and fell in slow, steady breaths, his wet skin glistening under the dim light.
The sudden motion sent his dick bouncing up against his abs, the thick shaft slapping hard against his stomach before bobbing back up slightly, twitching with the leftover momentum. A thin bead of precum streaked across his skin where the tip had smacked against him, trailing down in a slow, wet line. His balls, still drawn up slightly from the cold, shifted between his thighs as he adjusted his stance, the weight of them settling comfortably against the cushions.
Again, he didn’t say anything.
He tilted his head back slightly, his wet hair clinging to his forehead, his grin widening into something almost lazy, self-assured. His eyes locked onto mine, heat simmering beneath the amusement. The way he looked at me—relaxed, sprawled out, completely at my mercy—said everything.
I slowly kneeled down in front of Blake, positioning myself between his spread legs. The heat of his body radiated against mine, the air thick with the scent of lake water, sweat, and something unmistakably him. My hands rested on his thighs, fingers pressing into the firm muscle before I started to move—slow, deliberate strokes, rubbing up toward his hips and then back down to his knees. His skin was still damp, smooth under my palms, the fine hairs on his legs catching the dim light as I traced over them.
Neither of us spoke. We didn’t need to. We just locked eyes, staring at each other with something deeper than words, something raw. His chest rose and fell in steady breaths, his arms still draped over the back of the couch like he had no intention of moving, completely open to whatever I was going to do next.
After a moment, I rose up onto my knees, leaning forward over Blake, my hands still sliding up his body. As I moved, I felt my stomach pressed against his hard dick, the heat of him tingling against my skin. I felt it twitch instantly, a slow pulse that sent a faint smear of precum streaking against my abs as I slid up further. The sensation made my breath hitch, but I didn’t stop— I couldn’t. I let my fingers roam upward, tracing the ridges of his stomach, feeling the way his muscles tensed slightly beneath my touch.
Blake exhaled. His breath warm against my face. His chest rose beneath my palms as I dragged my hands higher, brushing over his pecs, my thumbs grazing the edges of his nipples. His dick pulsed again against me, thick and leaking, leaving a slick warmth between us. The contact sent a slow shiver through my core, and for a second, I just hovered there, feeling every little twitch, every little reaction his body gave me.
I leaned down, pressing my lips against his in a brief but hungry kiss. His breath was warm against my mouth, and when I pulled back, I didn’t go far. My lips trailed to his neck, my tongue teasing against the slightly salty skin as I kissed him there, feeling his pulse beneath my mouth.
I moved lower, tracing my lips down to his chest, and then flicked my tongue over one of his nipples before lightly nipping at it. The reaction was immediate—a sharp inhale, his arms tightening briefly over the back of the couch before his muscles relaxed again. He let out a low, breathy moan, but he didn’t move, didn’t stop me.
I shifted again, moving to his underarm, my hands pressing against his chest as I guided him to lift his arm. He smirked slightly but obeyed, resting his hand behind his head, exposing himself to me completely.
The scent of him was intoxicating, musky and masculine, untouched by cologne or anything artificial—just raw, clean sweat mixed with the remnants of the lake water. I leaned in, rubbing my face against the thick hair there, inhaling deeply, taking it in fully before dragging my tongue from the bottom of his pit to the top. The coarse hairs tickled against my tongue, adding to the sensation, and I felt him tense just slightly before exhaling, his body loosening again beneath me.
I moved lower, my hands and mouth trailing down his smooth abs, licking and kissing every ridge as I went. His stomach flexed under my lips, his breath coming just a little quicker now, but he still wasn’t saying anything. Just watching me, letting me take my time.
When I reached his waist, I didn’t stop. I shifted to his upper thigh, kissing my way down, my tongue tracing the thick muscle, feeling the heat radiating from him.
My hands stayed on his thighs, rubbing slow, deliberate circles into the firm muscle, feeling the heat of his skin beneath my palms. The tension in his body was electric—his breath steady, but just a little heavier now. My fingers drifted closer, my touch exploring, teasing, until they finally found their way to his dick.
With my palms still resting on his thighs, my thumbs slipped beneath his balls, pressing gently into his taint. The reaction was immediate. As I rubbed in slow, rhythmic strokes, his balls bobbed slightly, shifting with every motion, the soft weight of them moving naturally with my touch. My other fingers, still pressing against his lower abdomen, edged their way under his shaft, feeling the thickness of it resting stiffly against his stomach.
Blake tilted his head back, his lips parting as he let out a deep, unsteady breath. His body relaxed against the couch, but I could feel the tension coiled just beneath the surface—the way his cock twitched at the same time my thumbs rolled over his taint, the way his abs flexed slightly with every slow, deliberate stroke.
I took my time, letting myself take everything in. The way his smooth, heavy balls shifted under my touch, the slight tightening and release as I worked my thumbs against him. The faint, involuntary jerks of his cock, each twitch matching the rhythm of my movements. The way his breath hitched, just slightly, every time I applied the perfect amount of pressure.
Then, slowly, I cupped his balls fully in my right hand, feeling their weight settle against my palm. They were warm, smooth, and heavy, shifting slightly as I rolled them gently between my fingers and thumb. I squeezed just enough to feel the fullness of them, appreciating their heft before I leaned in closer, bringing them toward my face.
The scent of him hit me the moment I was close enough to breathe him in—a deep, masculine musk laced with the faint, lingering tang of sweat. It was rich and warm, the kind of scent that clung to his skin after a long day, like the air in a locker room but cleaner, fresher. I had caught faint traces of it before—at the gym, when we worked out together, when he’d stretch next to me, or when we’d spot each other during lifts. But now? Now, I was getting the full effect.
There was a faint saltiness from the dried lake water, but beneath that, it was all him—raw, unfiltered, undeniably male. It was intoxicating in a way I hadn’t expected, settling deep in my lungs as I took it in, making something in my stomach tighten.
I inhaled slowly, deliberately, savoring it as I pressed my nose right against his balls, letting their warmth spread across my face.
At the same time, my left hand slid upward, wrapping firmly around his shaft, my fingers molding perfectly to the thick, rigid length of him my grip just beneath the ridge of his cut head. I didn’t stroke him. I just held him as I took in the sent of his beautifully, round, smooth sack.
Blake let out another breath, this one shakier than the last. His hands still rested behind the back of the couch, completely open, completely exposed—letting me do whatever I wanted to him.
I pulled my face away from his balls, exhaling one last slow breath against them before looking back up at him. Blake was already watching me, his eyes heavy-lidded, his chest rising and falling with steady but deep breaths. Then, with that same teasing glint in his eye, he smirked and said, “Damn, why are you stopping?”
I huffed out a quiet laugh, shaking my head as I grinned up at him.
“Shut up,” I muttered, my hands gliding back to his thighs. I spread them apart a little more, pushing gently but firmly until his legs were fully open to me. His balls shifted with the movement, dropping just slightly, settling over his taint. His balls were still drawn up enough from his current level of arousal that I could almost see the smooth tight pink ring of his hole beneath them.
Blake let out a slow breath, his grin faltering just slightly as he relaxed deeper into the couch, fully giving himself over to me. His arms stayed draped over the back and behind his head, his body open, his cock resting thick and heavy against his stomach, twitching every so often. His scent still thick in my nose, and now that I had him exactly where I wanted him, there was absolutely no way I was going to stop anytime soon.
I reached down to my own cock, now throbbing between my thighs as I knelt in front of him. The head was slick, dripping steadily, and when I glanced down, I noticed a small pool of precum on the floor beneath me, a thick strand still connecting to the tip of my dick. I wrapped my fingers around myself and started stroking slowly, my grip firm but measured, letting the pleasure build.
At the same time, with my other hand, I pressed my palm against Blake’s balls, lifting them gently, pushing them up so I could see everything. His taint was still perfectly smooth from his last shave, his skin pink and flushed with heat, leading down to his still partly hidden, tight hole. The way he was sitting, his cheeks pressed slightly against the couch, pushing them together, keeping it just barely concealed—just enough to make my stomach tighten, the anticipation curling low in my gut.
I leaned forward, pressing my tongue flat against the base of his taint, the warmth of my mouth meeting the heat of his skin. I licked upward in a slow, deliberate stroke, dragging my tongue from the bottom of his taint all the way to his balls, feeling the way the skin tensed beneath me. As I did, I rubbed my chin against him, my stubble tickling lightly against the sensitive skin of his taint.
Blake shuddered. His body jerked slightly, his abs tightening as his breath hitched through his nose. His arms flexed against the back of the couch, but he still didn’t move, still let me have him exactly how I wanted.
I let my hand slip away, letting his balls drop back down naturally, settling over his taint again. Without hesitation, I reached for his cock, gripping him fully, my fingers molding around the thick shaft as I started stroking him with the same slow rhythm, I was using on myself. His cock pulsed in my hand, warm and solid, precum slicking my palm as I worked him with long, steady strokes.
Then I leaned in again, opened my mouth, and took both of his balls in at once, sucking them in slowly, letting them fill the space behind my lips. And let me tell you—they felt heavy. Warm, smooth, but full, shifting slightly as they settled against my tongue. I could feel the weight of them, the way they moved against each other as I sucked, the skin stretched just enough to make my mouth feel completely stuffed.
I hollowed my cheeks, pulling them in tighter, letting the heat build between my lips as my tongue rolled over them. And the taste—fuck—it was good. A little salty from the lake water, but underneath that, it was all him. Musky, clean sweat mixed with something deeper, something I knew would stick in my brain long after this moment was over.
I kept working them, sucking them deeper, pressing my lips firmly around them while I stroked his cock at the same time. Every little movement sent a new sensation through me—the way they shifted in my mouth, the way they rolled and dragged over my tongue, the way his breath hitched just slightly every time I pulled on them. I could’ve stayed there forever, just savoring the way he felt against me, the heat of him, the way he gave himself over completely.
Eventually, I let Blake’s balls slip from my mouth, feeling them drag wetly against my lips as they fell back into place, resting heavy against his taint again, now hanging even lower. I took a second just to breathe, to take in the way he looked right then.
I let go of my own dick, my fingers sliding away reluctantly from where I’d been stroking myself, and instead, I reached for him. My hands moved over him with intent, massaging his balls first, rolling them gently in my palm, feeling their weight shift between my fingers. He was still warm, still sensitive as I worked him over.
I moved my other hand up the length of his shaft, wrapping around him just beneath the ridge of his cut head. His skin was hot, smooth, pulsing against my grip, and as I stroked him slowly, spreading the precum already dripping from his tip, I could feel the way his breath deepened.
I repositioned myself, getting closer, adjusting the way I knelt between his legs, so I was lined up perfectly with him. My lips hovered just over the swollen head of his cock, the heat of him radiating against my mouth before I even made contact.
Then, without hesitation, I opened my mouth and took him in—all of him. And don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t because he was small. Far from it. I just wanted him that badly. I let the full length of his shaft slide over my tongue in one slow, deep stroke, feeling every inch as he filled my mouth.
The swollen tip of his dick pressed firmly against the back of my throat, and I didn’t let up. I pushed further, swallowing around him, feeling the stretch as I worked past the first instinct to pull back. My eyes started watering, my throat tightening for just a second before I forced myself to relax, adjusting, taking him deeper, until my nose pressed against his pubes and my chin against his sack.
I held him there, breathing through my nose, feeling the heavy weight of him in my mouth, the way his cock twitched slightly against my tongue. My fingers dug into his thighs and around his sack, grounding myself in the heat of him.
Blake gave into me completely at this point, letting out another sharp breath, his head rolling over the back of the couch. His chest rose and fell harder now, each inhale deeper than the last, his legs spreading even wider as I kept going, tasting him, feeling him react under me.
It wasn’t long before I could tell Blake was close to losing control. His breaths came heavier, deeper, his chest rising and falling with each shaky exhale. His hips started moving, slow at first, then more deliberate, like he couldn’t help but thrust into my mouth. His thighs tensed under my hands, and I could feel the subtle flex of his muscles, his body winding up, the pressure building.
Then, suddenly, his hands were on me—firm, insistent. He gripped the sides of my face, his fingers pressing into my skin as he pulled me up, his cock slipping free from my lips with a slick pop. Before I could even react, his mouth was on mine, kissing me hard, desperate, his breath hot and uneven.
He pulled away just enough to whisper against my lips, his voice rough and full of need. “I want to be inside you.”
I let out a quiet chuckle, still catching my own breath. “Not yet,” I murmured, my voice teasing but firm.
Blake groaned, shaking his head with a grin, but before he could say anything, I grabbed his wrist and pulled him up from the couch. He barely had time to react before I sat back, stretching out onto my back against the cushions, my legs spreading naturally as I looked up at him.
“Sit on my face,” I murmured, my voice low and commanding.
Blake’s smirk deepened. “Fuck,” he exhaled, more to himself than me. But he didn’t hesitate. He moved over me, straddling my head, his thighs warm against the sides of my face as he positioned himself just right.
His balls settled heavily over my face first, resting against my nose and lips, smooth and warm, carrying the same deep, musky scent I’d already memorized. I groaned against them, breathing him in, feeling the weight of him pressing into me. My hands slid up, gripping his ass firmly, fingers digging into the firm muscle as I spread him open.
Then, I pulled him down and dragged my tongue up from his taint, slow and deliberate, until I reached his hole. He shuddered, his hands gripping his own cock, stroking it slowly while his breath coming out in a slow exhale.
I worked him over with my tongue, circling his hole first, teasing him with slow, wet strokes, feeling the way he twitched under me. Then I pressed in deeper, tasting him, licking into him, savoring the way his body reacted with every flick of my tongue.
Blake’s thighs flexed around my head, his hips shifting instinctively as he started rolling into it, grinding down slightly against my face, chasing the feeling. His cock hovered just above me, throbbing, leaking on my forehead and into my hair as he breathed heavily, his moans deep.
I could feel the tension in his body, the way he was getting closer, his muscles tightening under my hands, his hips pressing down just a little harder every time my tongue pushed deeper.
When I finally pulled away, my face was slick, my breathing heavy, my cock aching. I wiped the back of my hand across my chin, catching the wetness, but I barely had time to think about it. My body was burning with need, every nerve lit up, and I wasn’t done—not even close.
Blake was still straddling me, his chest rising and falling in deep, uneven breaths, his cock standing thick and flushed between us. His lips were parted slightly, his body completely open, completely wrecked, but his eyes were locked onto mine, pupils blown wide with hunger.
Without a word, I pushed him back, gripping his thighs, shifting us both as I sat upright and pushed him on his back. He let me take control, his legs spreading instinctively as I moved over him, positioning myself exactly where I wanted to be. My hands found his chest for balance, my fingers pressing into the firm muscle as I straddled his lap, the head of his cock already pressing hot against my hole.
His cock was standing thick and ready, flushed red, glistening with precum. I lined myself up as I spit into my hand and then rubbed it in and around my hole. Then I gripped the base of his shaft firmly, as I lowered myself onto him, feeling the stretch, the fullness as I took him in inch by inch. My mouth fell open, a deep groan slipping from my throat as I took him in, my body clenching around him, adjusting, making room for him.
END PART TWO
(Ran into some formatting issues and had to split Part 3 into two post)
CHAPTER ELEVEN CONTINUED…
Blake groaned beneath me, his hands gripping my waist as I started moving, rolling my hips, finding my rhythm. I leaned forward, planting my hands on his chest for balance, my own cock hard and dripping between us, sliding against his abs with every motion.
The pace picked up, our movements growing more desperate. The sound of our bodies meeting—skin slapping, heavy breaths, the rhythmic creak of the couch—filled the space, drowning out everything else. Heat built between us with every bounce of my hips, every deep thrust sending pleasure crashing through me.
Blake’s grip tightened, fingers digging into my skin, holding me in place as I rode him. His breathing was rough, uneven, sharp exhales every time I took him deeper. His head tilted back, jaw tight, muscles tensed beneath me as he met my movements, thrusting up into me with just as much force.
I leaned back, shifting my weight, planting my hands on my thighs. The new angle changed everything—the stretch, the depth, the way his cock hit exactly right inside me. My breath caught, but I didn’t slow down. I moved faster, bouncing harder, letting gravity do half the work, sending fresh jolts of pleasure through me.
My cock throbbed, slick with precum, slapping against my stomach with every bounce. The sound—sharp, rhythmic, relentless—was like a game of pong between our bodies, my dick smacking against his toned abs, leaving streaks of precum against his skin.
Blake let out a shaky groan and wrapped a hand around my cock, his fingers firm and warm as he stroked me in sync with my movements. His thumb swiped over my head, spreading precum as his grip tightened just enough to make my stomach clench.
“Fuck,” I exhaled, thighs trembling, pleasure intensifying with every stroke.
Blake smirked up at me, breath ragged. “You’re making a mess,” he murmured, voice thick with lust, watching my cock twitch in his palm, my balls slapping against his stomach between strokes.
That was all it took.
Blake groaned beneath me, gripping my hip and dick even tighter, bucking up to meet me, lost to the rhythm. “Fuck,” he gasped. “I’m about—”
I didn’t let up. I just kept riding him, feeling everything build, knowing neither of us was going to last much longer.
And when it finally hit, it hit hard—overwhelming, impossible to fight. My body locked up first, a deep, uncontrollable shudder rolling through me as pleasure crashed over me like a tidal wave. My thighs trembled, my stomach tightened, and then—release.
Blake had barely finished his last stroke before my cock erupted, thick ropes of cum hitting him square in the face. His breath hitched as the first streak splattered across his cheek, trailing up to his temple. The next pulsed out onto his lips, his chin, the rest dripping down his chest, streaking flushed skin. It just kept coming—hot, messy, completely out of my control.
Then Blake was gone too. His whole body tensed, fingers digging almost painfully into my hips as he let out a ragged groan. He thrust up hard, burying himself deep, and I felt it—every thick pulse, every hot spill as he came inside me, his cock twitching violently, filling me up completely.
We stayed like that, frozen in it, both of us completely spent. My breath came in shallow gasps, my limbs weak. Blake’s head had fallen back against the couch, chest rising and falling hard, grip finally loosening on my waist.
He let out a breathy laugh, swiping cum off his cheek before bringing his thumb to my lips. Without hesitation, I parted them, sucking it clean, tasting myself as my tongue flicked over his skin.
Blake’s eyes darkened slightly as he watched, his breath still heavy, his cock still inside me. He licked his lips next, gathering what had landed there, then pulled me into a deep, slow kiss.
His hands ran down my back, gripping my hips, lazily moving over my skin before one drifted lower, wrapping around my cock again, stroking slow, teasing.
It was hard not to just give in and let him take me for another round. His grip was perfect, his touch deliberate, and fuck, the way his fingers curled around me made my stomach tighten all over again.
But as much as I wanted it, my stomach had other priorities.
I let out a breathy chuckle, shifting slightly in his lap. “As much as I want to let you keep doing that, I think we need to figure out dinner before every place in town shuts down.”
Blake groaned but didn’t stop, his thumb swiping over my tip. “We could always eat later.”
I exhaled sharply, forcing myself to focus. “Yeah, or we could not pass out after drinking all day.”
Blake sighed, finally pulling his hand away. “Fair point.”
I lifted off him, feeling the slow slip of his cock from inside me, then settled on the couch beside him. He watched me, still heavy-lidded with that post-nut haze, but I could see the hunger creeping in—both kinds.
As I stood, stretching, I walked to the kitchen, grabbing the dish towel off the counter and running it over my stomach, wiping away the sticky mess. I moved lower, cleaning off my dick, then turned and ran the cloth between my ass cheeks.
Blake chuckled from the couch. “You gonna be alright? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
I snorted, shaking my head as I pulled a fresh towel from the drawer and tossed it to him. He caught it, wiping his chest before moving lower, rubbing over his softening cock.
“This wasn’t my first.” I smirked. “And sorry to break it to you, boss, it wasn’t even my roughest rodeo.”
Blake let out a sharp laugh, rubbing a hand over his jaw. “Ouch.” He leaned back on the couch, smirking. “Actually, not sure if you just burned me or yourself, admitting that,” he chuckled before adding, “Regardless, when you get back, we’re changing that.”
I laughed, tilting my head. “Or we can see how you do in the saddle.”
Blake’s smirk didn’t fade. If anything, it deepened, something unreadable flickering in his eyes. He let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. “We’ll have to see about that.” His voice was playful, but there was no outright rejection—just curiosity.
I grinned. “Yeah. We will.”
I grabbed my trunks off the porch and pulled them on. “Alright, what are you in the mood for?”
Blake stretched. “Something greasy. Burgers? Pizza?”
I nodded, heading to my room to grab a shirt. “Anything specific, or just surprise you?”
Blake leaned back on the couch, looking at me with a lazy grin. “Surprise me.”
I glanced at the clock on the stove. “Shit, it’s already almost nine.” I exclaimed knowing everything closes early in the small lake town. Just before I reached for the handle, I paused, glancing back at Blake. “Oh, and while I’m gone… you should go ahead and put on that cock ring you showed me on the ride down.”
Blake laughed, shaking his head. “Oh yeah? You already thinking about dessert?”
I smirked. “I like to plan ahead.”
Blake stretched his arms behind his head. “Alright, fine, but only on one condition.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Yeah?”
His smirk widened. “When you get back, I wanna see you walk through that door naked.”
I huffed out a laugh. “Deal. I’ll ditch my clothes on the dock.”
Blake chuckled, shaking his head. “Can’t wait.”
I shot him one last smirk before finally stepping out, sliding the door shut behind me. As I made my way down the short trail from the house to the dock, I became aware of it—really aware of it.
Yeah, I might’ve downplayed it to Blake, but my ass was actually a little sore. Not in a bad way. Not even close. It was the kind of soreness that made me smirk to myself, a reminder of just how damn good that had been.
And fuck, it had felt good. The way he stretched me open, the way his cock filled me up completely, hitting just the right spot every time I came down on him. The way his hands gripped my hips, guiding me, pulling me down harder when we both got desperate for more. The heat of his body against mine, the sound of his breath getting rougher, the way he lost control at the end, fucking up into me as he came inside me—every detail of it still pulsed through my mind like I was still feeling it. My stomach tightened just thinking about it, my cock twitching slightly even as I walked, still sensitive from everything we had just done.
I know with everything that I’ve told you, you’d probably say you could have totally seen this coming. But believe me when I say—even when we started working out in just our jocks—I never actually thought we would end up fucking. Sure, I fantasized about it. A lot, actually. But I never thought it would actually happen.
And holy fuck, was it more amazing than all my fantasies.
I laughed under my breath, shaking my head as I reached the dock, untied the boat, and stepped on board. The engine rumbled to life beneath me, and as I pushed the throttle forward, steering toward town, I couldn’t stop the smirk that stayed on my face the whole way there.
As I pulled up to the dock, I expected the quiet stillness of a sleepy lake town winding down for the night. Instead, the place was alive.
Even from the water, I could hear the low hum of music drifting through the air, the distant sound of laughter and conversation spilling out from the bars and restaurants along the main strip. String lights lined the walkways leading into town, casting a warm glow that made everything feel too normal.
I cut the engine and jumped onto the dock, tying off the boat, and that’s when I spotted Bobby leaning against one of the posts, arms crossed, watching the activity in town with his usual unreadable expression.
“Damn,” I said, stepping onto the dock. “Didn’t expect this many people out tonight. What’s going on?”
Bobby glanced at me, then back toward the main strip. “Fall Festival,” he said simply. “Started a few years back. Marks the last weekend of lake season.”
I nodded, taking in the steady flow of people moving along the sidewalks, the packed outdoor seating at the restaurants, the buzz of energy that felt almost surreal compared to how quiet it had been when Blake and I got here.
“Huh,” I said, rolling my shoulders. “Must’ve never fallen on the weekends I usually come up.”
Bobby shrugged. “Maybe not. But it’s been gettin’ bigger every year. Good for the town. Keeps businesses going after summer ends.” He exhaled through his nose. “Not really my thing, but I get it.”
I smirked, shoving my hands in my pockets. “Yeah, I can’t really picture you getting into something like this. But I think it’s great for the town.” I nodded toward the crowd. “Looks like people love it.”
Bobby let out a dry chuckle. “They do.” He pushed off the post, giving me a glance. “You grabbin’ food?”
“Yeah,” I said, already stepping past him. “Blake and I haven’t eaten since breakfast, and we were drinking all day, so…” I trailed off, shooting him a grin.
Bobby just shook his head with a small smirk. “Have fun with that.”
END PART THREE (PART ONE)
CHAPTER ELEVEN CONTINUED…
Blake groaned beneath me, his hands gripping my waist as I started moving, rolling my hips, finding my rhythm. I leaned forward, planting my hands on his chest for balance, my own cock hard and dripping between us, sliding against his abs with every motion.
The pace picked up, our movements growing more desperate. The sound of our bodies meeting—skin slapping, heavy breaths, the rhythmic creak of the couch—filled the space, drowning out everything else. Heat built between us with every bounce of my hips, every deep thrust sending pleasure crashing through me.
Blake’s grip tightened, fingers digging into my skin, holding me in place as I rode him. His breathing was rough, uneven, sharp exhales every time I took him deeper. His head tilted back, jaw tight, muscles tensed beneath me as he met my movements, thrusting up into me with just as much force.
I leaned back, shifting my weight, planting my hands on my thighs. The new angle changed everything—the stretch, the depth, the way his cock hit exactly right inside me. My breath caught, but I didn’t slow down. I moved faster, bouncing harder, letting gravity do half the work, sending fresh jolts of pleasure through me.
My cock throbbed, slick with precum, slapping against my stomach with every bounce. The sound—sharp, rhythmic, relentless—was like a game of pong between our bodies, my dick smacking against his toned abs, leaving streaks of precum against his skin.
Blake let out a shaky groan and wrapped a hand around my cock, his fingers firm and warm as he stroked me in sync with my movements. His thumb swiped over my head, spreading precum as his grip tightened just enough to make my stomach clench.
“Fuck,” I exhaled, thighs trembling, pleasure intensifying with every stroke.
Blake smirked up at me, breath ragged. “You’re making a mess,” he murmured, voice thick with lust, watching my cock twitch in his palm, my balls slapping against his stomach between strokes.
That was all it took.
Blake groaned beneath me, gripping my hip and dick even tighter, bucking up to meet me, lost to the rhythm. “Fuck,” he gasped. “I’m about—”
I didn’t let up. I just kept riding him, feeling everything build, knowing neither of us was going to last much longer.
And when it finally hit, it hit hard—overwhelming, impossible to fight. My body locked up first, a deep, uncontrollable shudder rolling through me as pleasure crashed over me like a tidal wave. My thighs trembled, my stomach tightened, and then—release.
Blake had barely finished his last stroke before my cock erupted, thick ropes of cum hitting him square in the face. His breath hitched as the first streak splattered across his cheek, trailing up to his temple. The next pulsed out onto his lips, his chin, the rest dripping down his chest, streaking flushed skin. It just kept coming—hot, messy, completely out of my control.
Then Blake was gone too. His whole body tensed, fingers digging almost painfully into my hips as he let out a ragged groan. He thrust up hard, burying himself deep, and I felt it—every thick pulse, every hot spill as he came inside me, his cock twitching violently, filling me up completely.
We stayed like that, frozen in it, both of us completely spent. My breath came in shallow gasps, my limbs weak. Blake’s head had fallen back against the couch, chest rising and falling hard, grip finally loosening on my waist.
He let out a breathy laugh, swiping cum off his cheek before bringing his thumb to my lips. Without hesitation, I parted them, sucking it clean, tasting myself as my tongue flicked over his skin.
Blake’s eyes darkened slightly as he watched, his breath still heavy, his cock still inside me. He licked his lips next, gathering what had landed there, then pulled me into a deep, slow kiss.
His hands ran down my back, gripping my hips, lazily moving over my skin before one drifted lower, wrapping around my cock again, stroking slow, teasing.
It was hard not to just give in and let him take me for another round. His grip was perfect, his touch deliberate, and fuck, the way his fingers curled around me made my stomach tighten all over again.
But as much as I wanted it, my stomach had other priorities.
I let out a breathy chuckle, shifting slightly in his lap. “As much as I want to let you keep doing that, I think we need to figure out dinner before every place in town shuts down.”
Blake groaned but didn’t stop, his thumb swiping over my tip. “We could always eat later.”
I exhaled sharply, forcing myself to focus. “Yeah, or we could not pass out after drinking all day.”
Blake sighed, finally pulling his hand away. “Fair point.”
I lifted off him, feeling the slow slip of his cock from inside me, then settled on the couch beside him. He watched me, still heavy-lidded with that post-nut haze, but I could see the hunger creeping in—both kinds.
As I stood, stretching, I walked to the kitchen, grabbing the dish towel off the counter and running it over my stomach, wiping away the sticky mess. I moved lower, cleaning off my dick, then turned and ran the cloth between my ass cheeks.
Blake chuckled from the couch. “You gonna be alright? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
I snorted, shaking my head as I pulled a fresh towel from the drawer and tossed it to him. He caught it, wiping his chest before moving lower, rubbing over his softening cock.
“This wasn’t my first.” I smirked. “And sorry to break it to you, boss, it wasn’t even my roughest rodeo.”
Blake let out a sharp laugh, rubbing a hand over his jaw. “Ouch.” He leaned back on the couch, smirking. “Actually, not sure if you just burned me or yourself, admitting that,” he chuckled before adding, “Regardless, when you get back, we’re changing that.”
I laughed, tilting my head. “Or we can see how you do in the saddle.”
Blake’s smirk didn’t fade. If anything, it deepened, something unreadable flickering in his eyes. He let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. “We’ll have to see about that.” His voice was playful, but there was no outright rejection—just curiosity.
I grinned. “Yeah. We will.”
I grabbed my trunks off the porch and pulled them on. “Alright, what are you in the mood for?”
Blake stretched. “Something greasy. Burgers? Pizza?”
I nodded, heading to my room to grab a shirt. “Anything specific, or just surprise you?”
Blake leaned back on the couch, looking at me with a lazy grin. “Surprise me.”
I glanced at the clock on the stove. “Shit, it’s already almost nine.” I exclaimed knowing everything closes early in the small lake town. Just before I reached for the handle, I paused, glancing back at Blake. “Oh, and while I’m gone… you should go ahead and put on that cock ring you showed me on the ride down.”
Blake laughed, shaking his head. “Oh yeah? You already thinking about dessert?”
I smirked. “I like to plan ahead.”
Blake stretched his arms behind his head. “Alright, fine, but only on one condition.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Yeah?”
His smirk widened. “When you get back, I wanna see you walk through that door naked.”
I huffed out a laugh. “Deal. I’ll ditch my clothes on the dock.”
Blake chuckled, shaking his head. “Can’t wait.”
I shot him one last smirk before finally stepping out, sliding the door shut behind me. As I made my way down the short trail from the house to the dock, I became aware of it—really aware of it.
Yeah, I might’ve downplayed it to Blake, but my ass was actually a little sore. Not in a bad way. Not even close. It was the kind of soreness that made me smirk to myself, a reminder of just how damn good that had been.
And fuck, it had felt good. The way he stretched me open, the way his cock filled me up completely, hitting just the right spot every time I came down on him. The way his hands gripped my hips, guiding me, pulling me down harder when we both got desperate for more. The heat of his body against mine, the sound of his breath getting rougher, the way he lost control at the end, fucking up into me as he came inside me—every detail of it still pulsed through my mind like I was still feeling it. My stomach tightened just thinking about it, my cock twitching slightly even as I walked, still sensitive from everything we had just done.
I know with everything that I’ve told you, you’d probably say you could have totally seen this coming. But believe me when I say—even when we started working out in just our jocks—I never actually thought we would end up fucking. Sure, I fantasized about it. A lot, actually. But I never thought it would actually happen.
And holy fuck, was it more amazing than all my fantasies.
I laughed under my breath, shaking my head as I reached the dock, untied the boat, and stepped on board. The engine rumbled to life beneath me, and as I pushed the throttle forward, steering toward town, I couldn’t stop the smirk that stayed on my face the whole way there.
As I pulled up to the dock, I expected the quiet stillness of a sleepy lake town winding down for the night. Instead, the place was alive.
Even from the water, I could hear the low hum of music drifting through the air, the distant sound of laughter and conversation spilling out from the bars and restaurants along the main strip. String lights lined the walkways leading into town, casting a warm glow that made everything feel too normal.
I cut the engine and jumped onto the dock, tying off the boat, and that’s when I spotted Bobby leaning against one of the posts, arms crossed, watching the activity in town with his usual unreadable expression.
“Damn,” I said, stepping onto the dock. “Didn’t expect this many people out tonight. What’s going on?”
Bobby glanced at me, then back toward the main strip. “Fall Festival,” he said simply. “Started a few years back. Marks the last weekend of lake season.”
I nodded, taking in the steady flow of people moving along the sidewalks, the packed outdoor seating at the restaurants, the buzz of energy that felt almost surreal compared to how quiet it had been when Blake and I got here.
“Huh,” I said, rolling my shoulders. “Must’ve never fallen on the weekends I usually come up.”
Bobby shrugged. “Maybe not. But it’s been gettin’ bigger every year. Good for the town. Keeps businesses going after summer ends.” He exhaled through his nose. “Not really my thing, but I get it.”
I smirked, shoving my hands in my pockets. “Yeah, I can’t really picture you getting into something like this. But I think it’s great for the town.” I nodded toward the crowd. “Looks like people love it.”
Bobby let out a dry chuckle. “They do.” He pushed off the post, giving me a glance. “You grabbin’ food?”
“Yeah,” I said, already stepping past him. “Blake and I haven’t eaten since breakfast, and we were drinking all day, so…” I trailed off, shooting him a grin.
Bobby just shook his head with a small smirk. “Have fun with that.”
END PART THREE (PART ONE)
