Date: Sat, 16 Aug 2014 15:06:40 +0900
From: K Writing <writingaloud07@gmail.com>
Subject: Blake's Stud Encounters Chapter 1: The Lifeguard

       This story is complete fiction. Any similarities between these
fictional characters and any living person is purely coincidental. This
story features sexual scenes between two men. If that offends you, please
do not continue.

       Primarily, this story will feature a bunch of hot encounters with
Blake and hot studs around his town and college campus. College guys
getting it on, and plenty of attention to muscles.

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	Chapter 1: The Lifeguard





       My name is Blake, and even though I've known I was gay since the
seventh grade, I never had even the briefest experience with another
guy. Now that I had just moved to Mapleridge to attend my first year at
university, I was hoping that the opportunity to fix that would reveal
itself.




	I had been interested in sports for as long as I could remember –
all the way back to Kindergarten, where all the kids competed in a sports
day. Even though there were prizes handed out to overall highest scoring
kids, no one really took the competition as anything more than just fun
exercise. No student went away empty-handed, because everyone who competed
got a participatory congratulations ribbon. That didn't stop my dad from
making this an Olympic showdown.

	He made me run laps around the park, and made me spend an hour
shooting baskets. It really took the fun out of playing, but when the
actual day came, and I took first overall, I was glad my dad had pushed me
so hard. Hearing everyone cheering for me, and having my teacher handed me
that gold trophy was what started my love for sports. And when my dad let
the reigns go and allowed me to pursue it on my own, it was even more fun.

	It wasn't really much at first – just playing basketball with
friends on the court during recess, or giving one-hundred-and-ten percent
during PE class. Sixth grade was really when I discovered my two passions:
soccer and swimming.

	Our school didn't have a swim team, but during the summer, in order
to keep me out of the house, my parents signed me up for extra swimming
classes at the local pool. I was expecting to be in a class with a bunch of
other kids who didn't really want to take the class seriously, preferring
instead to just splash around. So I was surprised when my dad introduced me
to my private instructor, Lucas.

	Instantly, I had a hard-on.

	Lucas was a walking wet-dream. He had dark blond hair, and some
hair under his chin that was neatly trimmed. The rest of his body was
completely hairless, and I was able to see most of it because he was clad
in nothing but a bright red speedo. He was complete hunk, muscles bulging,
from his chest down to his legs. Suddenly, I really wished I was part of a
big class, because with Lucas's full attention on me, I was finding it very
hard not to hide how much I was blushing.

	This wasn't the first time another guy had made me hard. And the
more it happened, the more it scared me, because it was starting to seem
like less and less like a phase. Azaleawood was a small community, and it
was also a very judgmental one. Being gay just wouldn't look good, and here
it was all about a look.

	It wasn't a matter of the highly religious residents opposing it –
though there were a couple that would make it their life mission to drive
out any sin from what they perceived to be their perfect little haven –
sexuality was viewed in black and white terms here. If you weren't
straight, then you were abnormal, and because the general conception was
that each person reflected back on the community, one "not normal" person
meant there was something wrong with the whole town. My parents would be
whispered about behind their back, and there was no way my dad was going to
have our family's name dragged through the mud, not when his career was up
on the upswing. So I kept these urges in the only place where they could
be, to myself.

	I didn't dare scour the internet for pictures just in case
something happened, and my history was revealed to my parents, so all I
allowed myself to do was look at other guys, and from what I gathered, a
guy like Lucas was exactly my type.

	Hiding a hard-on from Lucas was practically impossible, watching
his muscular body soar through the water like he was a dolphin or
something. When he came out, dripping wet, I had to dip into the pool
quickly so he wouldn't notice my condition. Occasionally, he would smile at
me a little longer than usual, like he was trying to read me or
something. Looking back, I had probably done a relatively poor job at
concealing my arousal.

	In order to relieve myself from getting so worked up after our
swimming sessions, I went home and jerked off furiously, sometimes jacking
off enough to come twice. I felt kinda bad, like I was taking advantage of
Lucas or something, using his image and fantasizing about kissing and
touching him just so I could get off. But there was no way I would ever get
the chance to experience anything like that in real life with a hunk like
that, so wasn't it only fair that I could get to do it in my mind?





	Sixth grade was also my first real entry into the world of soccer,
since I joined the team as a forward. Going to practice and heading off to
different schools on game days was a lot of fun, but part of the reason why
I enjoyed being on the team so much was because I got to hang out with Cody
and Cameron, twin boys in my class.

	Cody was the quieter of the two, the one who excelled
intellectually, and who could answer any question I had about our classes,
which was lucky since we were in four together, and his grades were a lot
better than mine. His brother, Cameron, was undoubtedly the more athletic
one, and did a great job as goalie. He never hesitated to throw his body
across the field, and when he ended up with scrapes or cuts on his bare
legs, Cody would be the one to help clean him up. They were both really fun
to hang around, and they were also really cute.

	They both had light blond hair and green eyes, their legs
particularly toned from playing soccer so much. The smattering of light
freckles across their cheeks made them even more attractive in my
eyes. When they invited me over, and I saw them in various states of
undress, I had to hide my erections.

	I didn't hadn't thought about it much at first, but the two of them
were really close. Without any siblings of my own, I wondered if that was
just some brotherly bond that didn't fully make sense to me. But gradually,
I started noticing just how physical they were with each other.

	One night, I woke up in the middle of the night, and heard some
shuffling. We always slept in sleeping bags in the twins' room just because
it seemed cooler than the three of us stuffed together on one of their
king-sized mattresses. Considering it was dark, I couldn't be positive, but
I was definitely sure that they were in the sleeping bag, and the sounds
that were filling the room sounded a lot like kissing.

	After a few minutes of being frozen and not knowing what to do, I
pushed my pillow between my legs, closed my eyes and humped my pillow,
imagining that I was sandwiched between them.

	I never said anything about that night, and never found out if the
twins were fooling around. If they were, I assumed they stopped in seventh
grade when Cody got a girlfriend. It surprised both Cameron and I, because
we both assumed that Cameron would be the first one to start dating. Still,
that didn't stop me from spending my years in junior high fantasizing about
the twins making out before turning their attention to me so we could share
wet, messy kisses. Sometimes, I even imagined Lucas joining us in four-ways
so steamy that I woke up with my briefs covered in cum.






	But I was just fantasizing, which was what I did all four years of
high school. There was no LGBT club, or support group so I didn't meet any
other boys like me. Sure, there were the theater kids and the dancers who
were so flamboyant that other kids teased them for being gay, but I didn't
have any proof that any of them actually liked guys. Besides, they weren't
my type anyway. I was more drawn to the older boys on the swimming and
soccer teams, the juniors and seniors with amazing muscular builds that
served as year-long jerk-off fodder.

	No one was safe from my probing fantasy mind. Taking my sweet time
so I wouldn't have to shower with all my swimming teammates at once,
letting my eyes rake across their wet naked bodies, I thought up elaborate
situations. Whether it was practicing the butterfly stroke, and making out
with Juan underwater, or dry-humping Kenny through our regulation white and
green speedos in the locker room, my mind was a laboratory ready to concoct
a fantasy for each and every one of my teammates.

	Even my coach was pretty attractive in his own right. Coach
Anderson, who was in his late twenties, was extremely passionate about
swimming, a.k.a. he was very loud and could get pretty aggressive when we
flubbed technique, but we all knew he did it out of love. We weren't just a
group of teenagers put together to be city champs. We were all individuals,
and he got to know each one of us, managing to motivate each of us in a way
that made sense.

	I thought about coming out to him. One morning, I had gotten into a
fight with my dad about my grades, and how he expected them to improve. It
wasn't like me to argue, but when he was getting so heated, it was easy to
get frustrated, so I yelled back. Noticing that I was really off during
practice, Coach Anderson took me aside and I told him about the
fight. Coach told me that he had done a lot worse during his high school
days, and that I had nothing to worry about. If he could put me at ease
about this, would he also understand my sexuality?

	I came this close, when another boy, Johnny, dove into the
pool. The moment was ruined, and I quickly caught myself from possibly
making a huge mistake.





	Things weren't any easier on the soccer team. The guys were a lot
more physical, especially the upperclassmen. One guy in particular, Nick,
who was two years older than me, thought of me as his little brother,
mussing up my hair and putting his arm around my shoulder. If we were in
the same room together, then he was definitely touching me. It was a little
embarrassing to be the constant center of his attention, but I would have
given anything for him to touch me more intimately.

	I wanted to feel those big full lips on my own, and all down my
body. And I wanted to reciprocate, to worship his perfect smooth chest with
my lips, and go even lower until I was sucking his cock.

	Yeah, I was a really horny teenager.

	But how could I not be? With no outlet other than masturbation, I
was jerking off every day, sometimes more than once if my mind cooked up a
particularly hot scene that day. But the more turned on I got by other
guys, the more I started to pull away from them. It became increasingly
obvious that I just wasn't like the rest of them, and that I wouldn't be
able to find someone who I could confide in. By the time I graduated high
school, I was ready to go to university in Mapleridge, away from this small
town, and away from my parents. I would be free.





	The reality of the situation was that I was so free that I didn't
know what to do with myself. Money would never be a problem. My mom assured
me of that much. But I didn't want to have to run back to my parents every
time I needed help. I had to start figuring things out on my own.

	I moved into my apartment the summer before my freshman year, which
allowed me to enjoy the summer sun and get used to the beachside area
before living there for the next four years as a student. On my own, I
discovered some good restaurants, supermarkets and shopping malls, making
my own personal map so I could find myself around town. I didn't even have
a driver's license, but I had a bicycle, which I much preferred anyway
since it was good exercise.

	One other area that quickly became a regular spot for me was the
local pool, which was about a ten minute bike ride from my apartment. It
was pretty active, though it wasn't packed to capacity, which surprised me
considering summer time was usually when it was hard to even find a spot to
dip your feet in the water. The pool was big enough for me to swim a couple
laps without bumping into anyone, but what impressed me more than anything
was Tanner, the lifeguard on duty.

	He must have been just a couple years older than I was, twenty or
twenty-one, and a body that signaled an impeccable gym routine. Completely
hairless and a gorgeous mane of light brown hair on his head, he looked
like he belonged a modern-day version of Baywatch. The white and red speedo
he was sporting only further added to that imagine. He never failed to get
me worked up. All he had to do was sit in his lifeguard's chair, sunglasses
covering his eyes, and whistle hanging around his neck, and I was packing a
boner in my own speedo.

	Sometimes, I even stayed longer than I intended, just trying to
work up the nerve to start a conversation with him. But I always chickened
out. How was I ever supposed to meet a guy if I couldn't even say hi?

	Luckily, one morning, I was on my way to the supermarket to pick up
some groceries, when I passed by the pool. There was no one there, except
for Tanner, who was opening up thirty minutes before the pool officially
opened. Before I had the chance to fry my brain trying to think of the best
way to introduce myself without sounding like a complete loser, he called
out to me.

	"Hey, you started coming around the pool a couple weeks ago, right?
You new in town?"

	"Yeah, I moved here for college...I'm Blake..."

	"Cool. I'm Tanner. Come on."

	I didn't know what he was inviting me to do, but I was more than
willing to follow him wherever he went.

	We chatted a bit, and I found out that he was going to be a junior
at the same school I would be attending. If all the guys were as hot as
him, then I was definitely going to love college. Once he started spreading
suntan lotion over his body, it was significantly harder not to get
tongue-tied, but he kept the conversation going on his end, so I did my
best to keep up.

	"Want me to do you?"

	My face felt like it was going to explode from overheating, the
gears in my mind sped up as those words echoed through me. It wasn't until
I realized that he was holding the suntan lotion that he hadn't meant the
perverted scene I wanted to play out. So I nodded, letting him guide me
into a standing position, which I thought was kind of ineffective. But it
felt way too good to question when he sent a huge glob of the clear liquid
across my chest and started rubbing me.

	I was trying hard to control myself, to not whimper and moan like I
wanted to, but when Tanner's fingers found my nipples, I couldn't help
rolling my hips forward, grinding my very obvious erection against his
crotch. And he met my rhythm by grinding right back, our hard dicks covered
in our speedos and slick from suntan oil.

	By the time be pulled away, I was super turned on, and super
frustrated. I was practically going to cream my speedo, and he was going to
leave me horny and desperate. But to my extreme relief, he stood behind me
and started humping me from behind, grinding his speedo-covered cock
against my ass while he sucked on my right ear.

	"I saw the way you were looking at me the first day you came into
the pool. Knew you wanted my dick. Made me so horny thinking about you
sucking my nuts, dude."

	Feeling Tanner's hot wet voice against my ear, and his big hands
trailing up and down my chest was making me light-headed. And the dirty
talk didn't stop. Listening to him tell me how great my blocky pecs were,
or how he loved twisting my small pink nipples, and how he wanted to lick
every drop of sweat from my abs, was just too much. I was on sensory
overload once he grabbed my cock through my speedo. I screamed his name and
held onto his bicep for dear life as I came harder than I ever had before,
shooting my load of thick hot cum against the front of my speedo.

	"Fuck yeah! Cum for me, Blake!"

	I slumped back against him, panting for breath, and unsure if what
had just had happened was real. This was the kind of thing I had dreamt
about all throughout high school, the kind of fantasy I knew had to be
condemned to my bed. But here I was, a week after moving to Mapleridge, and
I was getting it on with a lifeguard stud. I was speechless.

	Tanner was still ready to guide me with that dirty mouth of his,
though.

	"Come on, touch me Blake. Touch me like I know you want to. Get
your hands all over me, man."

	He lifted his arms and brought his hands behind his head, exposing
his smooth, hairless pits, and any apprehension left wandering in my body
vanished. I buried my face in Tanner's armpit, taking in his sweaty scent
in slow, long sniffs, before running my tongue along the smooth space.

	As I left a trail of sloppy open-mouthed kisses across his hot
ripped chest, I felt his muscles tense under my tongue, exciting me more
than I already was. Cum was starting to trail down my balls as I sucked on
his nipples, rolling my tongue around the dark pink buds and making him
arch his back.

	"Shit. Keep worshipping my body, stud."

	Stud? Me? I guess my body wasn't too shabby, but it was nothing
compared to Tanner's. Still, his encouragement had me that much more eager
to please, and I continued my descent down his chest. I kissed and sucked
on each ab in what was practically an eight-pack, before my face was in
front of his speedo.

	"Go ahead. Suck me dry, man."

	It was like an out of body experience as I tugged Tanner's speedo
down his tree-trunk legs, exposing that huge six and a half inch cock that
made my mouth water. I had seen other guys' dicks in high school in the
showers after practice, but this was the first time I had seen one so
closely. Tanner was completely hairless down here too, his big smooth balls
hanging under his pulsing cock, the head already slick and shiny with
pre-cum. I could even see the veins throbbing along his dick. When he
grabbed it by the base and started wagging his cock in front of me, I was
nearly hypnotized. I wasted no time in opening my mouth, allowing him to
slip his dick inside.

	Considering his girth and length, it was pretty difficult at first
to keep a steady rhythm without my gag reflex getting the best of me. I was
slobbering all over his cock, trying to take it when he lost control and
shoved his dick a little deeper into my mouth. From the spasm of my wet
throat muscles contracting around his cock, I think he enjoyed that
sensation, because he shuddered and moan before he apologized.

	But as the minutes passed, I gradually got the hang of it, and
kneaded his muscular ass cheeks while I took his dick down to the base. I
lavished his balls with my tongue as well, alternating between sucking on
each one, before taking both of his nuts into my mouth and sucking on them
harshly.

	"Oh God...I'm gonna blow my load...shit, stand up, Blake. Show me
your ass."

	Things were going a lot more quickly than I ever would have
anticipated, but I was too far gone to deny my body of what it wanted so
badly. Peeling off my cum-soaked speedo, I turned and bent over a beach
chair. I reached back and spread my ass cheeks wide so Tanner could get a
good look at my tight pink pucker.

	I keened when I felt his tongue working its way around the rim of
my hole. Sometimes, if no one else was home, I teased my entrance with wet
fingers in the bath, or in my bed late at night. But I was so scared of
hurting myself that I could just barely push the tip inside before pulling
it out, and jerking off while imagining someone else's fingers sliding into
me. But this was so much more stimulating, feeling Tanner's tongue flicking
against my most sensitive space, before sinking into the tight heat.

	When his fingers replaced his tongue, I was already imagining what
it would be like to feel his dick pounding my hole. It wasn't the romantic,
adorably awkward first time that I might have imagined in high school, but
it wasn't like I ever thought I would actually get to fool around with
someone enough to reach this point. I had been a little scared that my move
to Mapleridge would be my last chance. If I couldn't find someone during my
college years, where I was in a somewhat confined space with a bunch of
other guys, then I would never get anywhere once I graduated. Who knew that
I would be following a hunky lifeguard who I barely knew into the shallow
end of the pool and slowly inching my way down his dick a couple months
before I started my first year?

	It was amazing.

	He didn't hesitate in thrusting his big dick up my ass, assaulting
my prostate so powerfully that I felt like I was going to melt into
him. With my arms wrapped around his neck, I held onto him and made out
with him in a kiss so aggressive that it felt like he was trying to suck my
tongue off. I rode his dick like my life depended on it, my dick oozing
pre-cum when he jabbed at my sweet spot with a particularly hard thrust.

	"Fuck yeah! Wanna see you shoot your load on my abs, man." I was
deliriously horny, holding onto his broad shoulders while I rode him even
faster. "You getting close, Blake? Ready to pop your nuts?"

	"Tanner, Tanner," I whined. He wasn't even touching my cock, and I
could feel my nuts churning, making droves of cum that squirted through my
shaft. The quick rough thrusts to my prostate had my dick hyper sensitive
as it pumped out globs of my thick seed all over his abs.

	"Shit! I'm gonna cream!"

	My eyes widened when I felt his hot cum barrel through my stretched
insides. I could feel his dick pulse with every shot, and he unloaded so
much that I had to wonder how long it had been since the last time he shot,
because by the time I collapsed on top of him, I felt his seed pouring from
my hole.

	"Fucking hot, dude. Think you can handle round two before I have to
open?"

	It only dawned on me now that we were in public. But I nodded and
bent over the side of the pool, sticking my ass out for Tanner to slide
into me from the back. I knew I was going to love it here in Mapleridge.




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