And the fact that, as I looked around, I saw the hottest guys I had ever seen in my life, all working out of their pants and underwear, until they were completely bottomless, was not doing a damned thing to deter my hard dick.
I looked straight ahead and saw Roy; his smooth chocolate skin taut over each sinewy muscle, as he bent forward and I saw the side of his naked butt. He turned away from me slightly, and I caught a faint silhouette of his cock and balls as they hung between his tight, muscular thighs.
“Fuck,” I whispered to myself.
Move your eyes… move your eyes AWAY! I thought to myself, as though my conscience was commanding me like a drill-sergeant.
I knew that if I didn’t turn away soon, somebody was going to catch me looking. But, when I moved my eyes from Roy’s ass, I saw instead, one of the other swimmers standing naked nearby—his cock and balls in full view. His sack was tight and shaved, and his cock impossibly long for it being soft. I knew when hard, it must be seven or eight inches, easy.
My own cock swelled more in my jeans and I bit my lip, as if trying to move my attention elsewhere.
I finally managed to look away, but to do so was all-out torture. I’d spent my entire High School years wanting nothing more than to see college-boy dick. And now it was hanging right in front of me, like an orchard of big, juicy cocks just ready for the picking. And I wanted to do a lot more than pick them!
“Let’s go, let’s go!”
I heard Blake’s voice precede him.
Suddenly, he was walking through the locker room and towards me, eyeing me. “Come on, Best; we aren’t in the business of being slow around here.” Furrowed his brow and lowered his voice. “Get naked, now.”
The sultry context would have been enough to make me even harder than I already was. But Blake’s quick and authoritative tone only made it worse for me. I wanted nothing more than to obey his every sexy command. But I was confused at what I was supposed to do. I couldn’t bloody well undress now—not when my dick was like a flag-pole inside my jeans. But Blake didn’t seem to care about my hesitation. And I knew he wasn’t going to be the sort to let me wring my hands and pick the perfect moment—that wasn’t exactly a ‘swimmer’s mindset,’ after all.
So, I started out of my jeans. I slowly lowered them. I figured that, even if I was slow, the sight that I was doing anything at all was better than nothing, right? Blake took to the locker next to mine, just as he had done earlier, and started out of his clothes like the rest of us.
Fuck me, this is the last thing I need right now, I thought.
My eyes turned up slightly, and I saw only Blake’s butt a foot or so before my face. He quickly worked out of his pants and suddenly I saw his ass, in nothing but a pair of tight, white low-rise briefs. They hugged his lean, muscular body like a glove, perfectly accentuating the curves of his cheeks as they dipped inward in the crack. I let my eyes linger for a moment, and took a long, deep breath, savoring the millisecond or so that I afforded myself to steal a glance.
The raucous atmosphere of the locker room started to die out as one by one, each of the swimmers started out to the pool, including the other new swimmer, Eric Bonny, who seemed more like an obedient soldier than a swimmer in the way he quickly fell into the routine and raced out of the room in his new trunks.
“Can’t wait to see how hard you hit it,” Blake said over his shoulder.
“Oh yeah?” I said, feeding the small talk as an opportunity to see more of his butt. I’ll hit it as hard as you want me to, or better yet, maybe you could hit it, instead? I thought. I took another look at his ass. Only this time, he tugged his briefs off right before my eyes, and I caught a glimpse of Blake’s impossibly-fucking-perfect ass, completely naked and taut as could be.
“Fuck me,” I muttered, before realizing that I might’ve said this loud enough for Blake to have heard me.
“What’s that?” Blake asked.
“Um, nothing,” I said, as my cheeks turned bright red.
How the hell was I supposed to fit into my tiny swim trunks when everything in sight seemed determined make my dick as hard as the lead pipes running along the ceiling of the locker room? Blake looked back over his shoulder and must’ve seen that I was only halfway out of my jeans.
“Caleb, bro; come on, man, pick up the pace,” he said.
“Sure thing,” I said, and dropped my jeans.
I quickly moved my hands over the bulge in my briefs, and bit my lip as I grabbed my swim trunks and prepped myself for the moment of truth. I could only look ahead and sneak another glimpse at Blake, whose ass remained completely naked and ripe for touching. Fuck, if he had only turned his body a few degrees, I would have been able to see his cock. I knew it was for the best, though. The last thing I needed in that moment was to catch glimpse of his dick—I might’ve cum right there in my underwear.
I took a deep breath before I worked up the nerve to yank briefs down my legs. They bunched at my ankles and I kicked them off. I could feel my cock swell painfully beneath my palm, and I cupped my hand over my cock as best I could. I’m not particularly big—really no more than average—but with how hard I was, it was a task to keep myself obscured when Blake’s naked butt was now only a foot or so in front of my hard dick.
Just then, Blake whipped his trunks up his legs and tugged the stretchy fabric over his ass.
Fuck, he’s done, I thought, knowing he might be about to turn around and see me. I quickly bent down and grabbed my trunks. I started to tug them up, but when I stood back up—my cock was completely exposed and rock-hard as it jut out like a beacon for the whole world to see. Blake was facing me and saw everything.
I hadn’t seen him at first. I was too busy working to get my swim trunks up and over my cock as soon as possible. And besides, I decided that if I didn’t see him looking at my hard dick, I could always live in the possibility that he hadn’t seen me standing right behind him with an erection.
“You’re never going to fit in those trunks like that,” Blake said with a mischievous grin on his lips.
I managed to stretch the trunks over my cock, but the damned thing made itself apparent enough, forming a tent out of the stretchy banana-yellow fabric.
“Yeah,” I winced, knowing that Blake had caught me. I tried to hide my embarrassment with a disaffected laugh, but it undoubtedly came off as an awkward guffaw that had done little to allay my pain.
I turned my eyes downward, again and continually pretended to adjust myself. More so, I was just trying to hide the rosy glow on my cheeks; trying to hide my sheer humiliation.
I lifted my eyes slightly and saw his trunks. The bulge inside them was formidable, but not hard; at least, not fully hard. Still, I was immediately mesmerized by what looked like a big dick crowded into the small trunks.
Finally, perhaps due to the adrenaline and the fear, my cock softened enough inside the briefs that I didn’t look quite so ridiculous. Blake had stopped watching me, which might’ve made all the difference, really. Instead, he’d started to rummage inside his locker. “I used to have a problem with that, too.”
“With what?” I asked.
Blake laughed and shook his head. “Come on, bro; your dick was as hard as a diving board; would probably thump like one, too, huh?”
I bit my lip for the millionth time and moved my hands back over my cock, hoping to hide it.
“I—I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I lied.
Blake shrugged and pulled out from his cubby a bottle of lube. My eyes immediately caught sight of it and my mind ignited with all the dirty things it suggested. Of course, I was pretty damn confused. I mean; it was one thing to fantasize about the hot swim team captain eye-fucking my bulge and then commenting on it; it was another thing entirely for that same how swim team captain to produce a bottle of lube.
“Listen, Caleb, you’re new around here, so I’m going to let you in on something—we don’t let anything slow us down when we hit the water; that includes a boners lik
e that one,” he said.
“I figured you were used to being around naked guys, given that you’ve already been on a swim team, but Jefferson County has some small-ass schools, and I’m guessing this is your first time in a ‘real’ locker room environment.”
“Blake, I honestly don’t know what you’re trying to—”
Blake wouldn’t let me finish. He obviously knew I was full of shit just as well as I did. My feigned image of ignorance wasn’t going to cut it, not in front of Blake, who seemed to know everything about me from the moment he first laid his smoldering, cinder-brown eyes upon me.
Of course, the obviously stiff dick that I’d mercilessly squeezed into my tight swim trunks might’ve had something to do with it. I cursed my dick and its betrayal of my best defenses.
“It’s okay, bro. I’m not here to judge—quite the opposite,” Blake said, with a curl forming at the edges of his lips. “You think you’re the only gay boy from Jefferson County?”
What is he getting at? I wondered. My cheeks turned an even deeper shade of red until they were hot and red like a neon sign attached to my face.
There was no way Blake was gay. At least, the universe didn’t seem quite so generous. Guys like Blake were the jocks back in high school; the cool kids that all the girls wanted to get with, and all the guys—including me—wanted to be. They were good at everything and there was nothing they couldn’t do. But being gay was never in the cards for guys like Blake. And the first moment I’d seen him in the locker room, I felt I’d sized him up correctly.
I was starting to wonder if I’d had Blake all wrong, though. He’d certainly had me pegged right, after all; not that I was about to make it easy for him to know that.
“I’m not gay,” I protested.
“You sure?” Blake pressed.
“You weren’t getting hard looking at Roy’s ass? I bet if you’d caught a glimpse of the anaconda he somehow shoves into those swim trunks of his, your dick would be so hard it might have torn right through your jeans.”
“Whatever,” I dismissed.
“All right, bro, fine; whatever suits you,” Blake said, with a sudden indifference.
“I was going to show you how we relieve tension before our tournaments, but if you’re not interested, it’s all good. Just don’t expect to swim very fast with a boner like that between your legs.”
I shifted my eyes from side to side, and then downward toward Blake’s swim trunks. It was then that I saw his cock bulging inside his swim trunks. It was impossibly thick, like a soda can. It must’ve been bent upward, because the underside ran along the front of his swim shorts, and I could faintly see the crest of the head just near the band, and the massive, global form of his balls somewhere down at the bottom.
The sight of Blake’s cock, even if only through the mesh trunks, left me feeling weaker and more desperate than ever before. I couldn’t think of a time when I’d ever been so horny. And I knew that if I didn’t find a way to do something about it, the next few months were going to be the most brutal of my life. There would be no way I could take the diving board during tournaments; not with a giant boner inside my trunks.
“You’re hard, too,” I blurted. It wasn’t what I’d wanted to say to Blake, but I couldn’t help myself.
Blake nodded and smiled. “I know,” he said. “I guess I find nervous guys like you cute,” he continued.
“Wait, you’re…” I started.
“Let’s not put a label on it, bro,” Blake quickly clarified. “All I know is, we’re a team here at Arvine, and whenever we get worked up before a tournament, we make use of what we’ve got, which is our own bodies. Not everybody on the swim team is gay, but hey, we’re all adults, here. We do whatever we have to do to get ready before a match. And sometimes, that includes emptying our balls when they start feeling like an anchor between our legs.”
With that, Blake tugged on his swim trunks and started to pull them down. I looked down and saw at once, his massive cock spill out from the tight mesh chamber that it had barely contained it.
His cock was indeed just as thick as a soda can, but decidedly longer, too, with a chiseled ruddy head at the end that looked so perfectly sculpted I had to wonder if it was even real. At the base were his balls, just as big as the rest of him.
“Fuck,” I breathed. Blake laughed and reached down, grabbing the base of his cock and giving it a few quick tugs as it swelled before my eyes, blooming hard until it was springing upward into the air.
“Mm,” Blake moaned.
“Your turn, Caleb,” Blake said, eyeing down at my trunks. “If you’re going to be a part of this team, then you’ve got to give everything you’ve got.”
I hesitated for a moment, but I wanted to do it. I wanted Blake to see my dick, even though it wasn’t even close to as big and beautiful as his own. I wanted him to see just how hard he was making me, though. And frankly, now that his cock was out for me to see, I didn’t know how much longer I could stand the pain of being so hard inside such tight briefs.
I took a quick, deep breath and yanked my shorts down, until my cock came throbbing out into the cool air. Blake looked down at it and grinned. He took a step toward me.
“Nice looking dick, bro,” he said.
“Are you kidding me? It looks like a fucking Vienna sausage next to yours,” I said.
He laughed. “It’s a fuck ton bigger than that, bro. Maybe it tastes better, too?”
My breath was fast and my wrists shook with nerves as I looked down at Blake, who had his lips only inches from the head of my pulsing cock.
“Not as good as yours, I bet,” I blurted, unable to stop myself.
“Well, then,” Blake said as he took a seat on the wooden bench, letting both legs splay on either side of it. He reclined back, propping himself up with his hands bracing on either side of the bench. “Why don’t you find out?” He said, looking at me.
I bit my lip and huffed through my teeth as I eyed his fat, pink cock. It looked so fucking delicious. I wanted nothing more than to try and swallow it whole. So, I lowered to my knees and grabbed my fingers around it, immediately mesmerized by the fact that it was so thick, my fingertips couldn’t meet around the girth.
“Fuck,” Blake sighed. “That’s it; let’s see what you’ve got.”
I don’t even remember doing it, because it all happened so fast. I can’t remember what thoughts exactly had swirled about in my mind—maybe none at all. But in one swift motion, I lowered my mouth and parted my lips, until I felt Blake’s cockhead against my tongue. With my mouth full of his dick, I sucked it toward my throat and worked over the head, gently exploring the first cock I’d ever sucked.
“Mmm… fuck,” Blake purred. He thrust his hips forward and I felt his thick cock push a bit further into my mouth. I braced for it and grabbed the base of his cock, making sure to pace myself. It was so easy to gag on such a monster dick, especially being as inexperienced as I had been.
“Suck it, bro,” Blake taunted. “Get it all in there.”
I managed to get little more than Blake’s head in my mouth before feeling like I might choke on him. I pulled back and slid down again, sucking back and forth on his perfect pink tool. Each time, I heard Blake groan, stronger than the time before. Finally, I cradled his massive balls in my hands and played with them as I sucked him, bringing him toward orgasm much faster than I’d expected.
“Hold on, bro,” he warned, and pulled his cock from my mouth. “You felt a little too good.”
My eyes were wide and my body wracked with adrenaline at having almost gotten to suck down his likely massive cum-shot. But instead, he stroked his wet cock before me and stood up. “I thought we were going to get our tension out,” I said.
“Yeah, but not until I’ve had my turn, too,” Blake said, motioning with his eyes for my take his place upon the bench.
I agreed and lay back along the long wooden bench. I parted my legs down on either side of it, letting my cock point up toward the ceil
ing tiles; no less hard than it had been the entire time. I looked down my chest and abs to see Blake’s mouth nearing in on my cock. And then, I felt his warm, wet mouth envelope the head of my cock.
“Oh, fuck,” I groaned. My cock was so sensitive, so ready to be touched that I felt like I might explode from the moment Blake’s tongue began to curl around it like a cobra, wading and dancing tortuously slow.
Blake knew exactly what he was doing, sliding his mouth deep on my cock and pulling back, only to repeat the motion so smooth and soft that I felt like a warm, wet glove was wrapped around my cock, sinking down and sliding back off.
“Fuck,” I moaned, as Blake continued. It took only a few moments before I felt his fingers drift down to my balls. They teased and caressed them, but ultimately moved on below them toward my asshole.
I let out an especially loud moan as I felt Blake’s fingertip tease at my asshole, circling and rimming it with its tip, all while his mouth sucked rhythmically on my cock. Back and forth like a pendulum swinging, his mouth lowered and lifted, as if he’d done this a million times before.
And then, he pulled off my cock and licked his lips. “How does it feel?” He asked, as his finger put slightly more pressure against my ass.
“Amazing,” I said. “More,” I impatiently added.
“More?” Blake asked, with a mocking surprise. “As in, more than just a blowjob?”
The truth is that I wasn’t suggesting doing anything more than a blowjob. But by the time Blake’s finger had made its way down to my asshole and began to slide just into it, I knew I wanted nothing more than to be stretched wide open around his big dick. I knew it might be the only chance I ever got to feel such a big dick deep inside me. I wanted it so fucking bad that I nearly begged for it like some desperate slut.
In fact, I said nothing more to Blake. Instead, I got up and turned over, so that my belly was against the wood of the bench and my legs were on either side of it. They flexed and I pushed my butt into the air, as if to invite him to do whatever he wanted to me. My cock was pressed down against the slick wooden bench, with the underside of the head just touching it.
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