Tyler Hartwell pushed his upper body out of the pool with a powerful thrust of his muscled arms, revealing a broad chest and chiseled six pack followed by a pair of red swim shorts which clung tightly to his skin, revealing the outline of his thick cock. He swung one leg up and over the side of the pool, then stood up in a quick motion, bringing his six-foot tall frame to his full height. And he was staring right at me the whole time.
To confess, I'd been sitting poolside in a lounge chair for the better part of an hour pretending to read a book while stealing as many leering glances at this college athlete Adonis as I possibly could, my book positioned carefully to hide the raging hardon concealed within my own pair of swim shorts. Actually, I'd spent quite a bit of time over the past day ogling Tyler.
Tyler had been the best friend of my brother, Charlie, since the two met during their freshman year at Duke University and quickly bonded over their mutual love of sports, beer, and... well... that was really all, as far as I could tell. Tyler lived about three hours drive from our family's vacation house on Lake Cumberland, so when the time came for one of our many long weekend trips to the lake the summer after their freshman year, Charlie easily lobbied our parents to secure Tyler an invitation to join us.
And so it was that I found myself picking my jaw up off the floor late Thursday evening when this 19-year old absolute stud of a college athlete arrived at our lake house. And my 16-year-old dick practically jumped out of my pants when Charlie introduced Tyler as his best friend, who'd be staying with us at the house until Monday morning when we all departed. I was transfixed, and spent every moment I could trying to catch a glimpse of this guy.
And now he'd noticed.
Tyler strode purposefully toward me, dripping water everywhere along the patio surrounding the pool, maintaining an intense eye contact the entire time. He scooped up his backpack and towel, which had been hanging off the back of a nearby chair, as he went and then only broke eye contact to spread the towel out over the lounge chair right next to mine. He sat down in the lounge chair, stretched his hairy, muscular legs out in front of him and pulled his hands back behind his head, basking in the Friday afternoon sun.
Then he whispered so quietly that only I could hear him.
"You like what you see?"
I froze. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Of course he'd caught me staring. I considered myself a fairly confident person, but now had no idea how to respond. What the fuck do I say?!
"I... um... don't..."
"Hm," he half scoffed, "Yeah, you do. You've been pretty subtle about staring, I'll give you that... But you have been staring. You can't take your eyes off me." I said nothing, looking resolutely into my book without seeing a word.
"So here's what going to happen," he continued in a hushed tone that went entirely unnoticed by my brother, sister, parents, and the family friends all talking animatedly in or around the pool. "You're going to go inside now -- say you're hungry or whatever. You'll go to my bedroom, close the door, and wait for me. I'll join you in a few minutes. Then you're gonna suck my cock."
The hardon I'd lost while silently freaking out as Tyler approached me, staring, came back in an instant and harder than ever.
"You understand, Quinn?"
"Yeah," I muttered.
"Great. See you soon."
Tyler extracted his phone from his backpack and began scrolling. I swallowed hard, closed my book and stood up.
"I'm going in to have a snack," I said to nobody in particular. And, although nobody responded or even looked up as far as I could tell, I felt like I was in the middle of a Broadway stage under the glare of a hundred spotlights. My book and towel positioned to hide my hard dick obvious in my swimsuit, I marched resolutely into the house.
I'd never done anything with a guy. I'd seen my fair share of naked boys in the school locker rooms, but had never been caught looking before, nevermind sucked any of their cocks. I didn't really understand what had come over me when Tyler ordered me into the house, but I was more turned on than I'd ever been.
I arrived in Tyler's bedroom, one of the many guest rooms in the house, and closed the door as I'd been instructed. I sat on the bed, waiting, listening for a sign that he might be coming. I could hear the conversation around the pool well enough through the window, and felt a surge of nervous excitement when I heard Tyler's voice.
"Ah, I gotta step inside for a sec. I forgot to call my girlfriend last night to let her know I got here safe, and I think she's pissed. I'll be back in a few."
"Ha! Good luck, bro," I heard my brother Charlie reply.
A moment later, the door opened and Tyler Hartwell stepped inside. He had a hard, blazing, lustful look on his face.
"Have you ever sucked a dick before, Quinn?"
"No," I muttered.
"But you've wanted to, haven't you?"
I hesitated. I knew I was gay and of course I've wanted to suck dick and lots of other stuff, but I'd never admitted it to anybody...
"It's fine, Quinn, you can admit it. You want to suck dick. You've wanted to suck my dick since I got here, haven't you?"
I hesitated again and looked away. Tyler's incisive and commanding instructions out at the pool had taken me by surprise and disrupted my usual self-confidence. But in this moment, like a switch was flipped in my brain, I regained that confidence as I looked him right in his beautiful brown eyes and said, "Yes. I want to suck your dick. And I want you to feed your cum down my throat."
His swim trunks tented from his rapidly forming hard on as I said it.
"Fuck yeah, you do," he replied with a smirk. In one swift motion, he dropped his swim trunks to the floor and stepped forward out of them. His hard dick was still swelling. It was easily seven inches long and pointed straight out.
I was awestruck. His dick was so beautiful. Neither of us said another word as I dropped to my knees and immediately took the head of his cock into my warm, wet mouth. I'd watched enough porn and read about how to give amazing blowjobs online. I was inexperienced, but determined to give Tyler Hartwell the best fucking blowjob he'd ever had in his life.
Slowly and deliberately I worked his entire cock with my mouth, kissing and licking up and down his shaft, taking more and more of his dick into my mouth and down my throat. He let out a soft gasp then low moan as I licked and sucked his balls, his hands finding the back of my head. I worked my way back up to the head of his fully hard cock, taking it into my mouth and swirling my wet tongue around it as I gently sucked. Gradually I took more and more of his seven inches into my mouth, fighting my own gag reflex as hard as I could while tears streamed down my face. He gasped again when the tip of his cock hit the back of my throat.
"Fuck, Quinn, you're a natural," he breathed.
He began to express his encouragement with his hands, now firmly guiding my head back and forth in a steady pace. I reached around and grabbed his rock hard ass, pulling myself forward and impaling my throat on his dick. Back and forth my head went, his cock sliding in and out of my mouth and throat as I sucked. My gag reflex had been completely overpowered at this point, and my own cock was the hardest it had ever been, raging and straining against the mesh of my own swimsuit.
This steady back and forth continued and Tyler was breathing heavily and moaning in earnest now. I picked up the pace slightly as his moans got louder. I knew he was getting close.
"Oh, fuck..." he moaned.
In and out.
"Oh, fuck, Quinn..."
In and out. I moved my right hand off his clenched ass and around to his washboard abs, then upwards...
"Fuck..."
In and out. His voice became more strained with each word, morphing into an animalistic, throaty growl. My hand found his chiseled pecs and then...
"Oh... oh... fuck... oh... I'm... gonna..."
In and out. My traveling right hand finally found his dark, perfectly circular nipple and gently squeezed. His cock grew even bigger in my mouth.
"Cum!"
Tyler's whole body shuddered as his dick erupted, firing cum straight down my throat. His firm grip on my head became a vice, holding me immobilized as he shot another rope of cum directly down my throat. And then another in my mouth. His muscular body convulsed and he grunted deeply with each shot. His cum tasted so fucking good and I swallowed eagerly, as if I hadn't eaten in days. A fourth blast of cum filled my mouth, then a fifth and a sixth. I couldn't swallow fast enough and some of Tyler's cum began leaking out of my lips and sliding down my chin. A seventh then an eighth blast of cum shot from his dick before his orgasm subsided.
A few moments after he finished shooting, Tyler's grip finally loosened and his cock slid out of my mouth.
"Holy fuck!" he exclaimed.
I looked up at him from my kneeling position, swirling the last bit of his cum around in my mouth before swallowing it. Then I pushed the cum that had leaked onto my chin back into my mouth and swallowed that, too, all while keeping eye contact with this Adonis towering in front of me.
"Fuck, Quinn, that was incredible... Never sucked a dick, my ass... Fuck!"
While it was, in fact, the first time I'd sucked a cock I was happy that he didn't believe me. I'd really gotten into it and it felt so natural to have a dick in my mouth, like I was born to have a dick in my mouth. My usual self-confidence had come back in spades now.
"Incredible? Better than your girlfriend, I'm sure," I smirked as I stood up.
"Fuck yeah, way better! Jeez, man... I needed that so bad..." Tyler trailed off. I didn't miss a beat delivering my response.
"Well, if you need it again while you're here, you know where to get it," I said, in what I hoped was a seductive tone while I gently tugged on his now-softening cock (I really didn't actually know what I was doing after all, this being my first sexual encounter ever).
"Fuck yeah, man..."
I smiled and left the room without another word, heading straight for the nearest bathroom and locking myself in. My first blowjob had left me with the biggest hard on I'd ever experienced and two or three tugs was all it took before I was firing my own load all over the bathroom sink and mirror.
I cleaned myself and the bathroom up before heading back out to the pool. As I passed Tyler's room I heard him talking on the phone to someone -- his girlfriend, I supposed.
A cocky grin spread across my face as I resumed my poolside lounge with my book. Fuck yeah, I was a better cock sucker than his girlfriend on my first try.
`I can't wait to find out what else I'm better at,' I thought, as my ever-ready 16-year-old cock began to swell yet again.
This is a work of fiction.
It's been more than a decade since I've written anything for Nifty, so comments and constructive criticism are welcome! - G
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