Loading...Tucker Williams almost missed his flight. His mind was a thousand miles away as they called for the last passengers to board the flight for San Diego. If it hadn’t been for the attentive gate agent, he might have been staring into the distance while his flight rolled down the runway without him. Shocked back into the moment by a gentle tap on his shoulder, he quickly grabbed his backpack and boarded the flight just as they were closing the doors.
He was going home to stay with his friend Jon Weller for the week and they always had a lot of fun whenever they were together. Normally staying with his best friend over spring break would be an occasion of great joy and anticipation. But something had happened a couple of weeks ago which had turned Tuck’s world upside down.
Tucker was on the varsity diving team as a sophomore at a big university in Arizona. Physically, Tuck was perfect for diving. He had always been small for his age, and even at twenty, he was still smaller than many of those on his team or his competitors. He stood just over 5 feet, 5 inches, and his small frame was strong and lean, just like most men in the swimming and diving world. Being so small meant he could turn tighter, faster and with more precision than his larger opponents, and he could enter the water with a smaller splash. All this combined to make him a formidable competitor on the university circuit.
Tucker had been swimming and diving since elementary school. As he got older, he became aware that a number of those competing in his sport did so because they enjoyed being around well-toned young men in skimpy swimwear. Tuck stayed in the sport because he truly enjoyed the activity. He was better at it than most and he enjoyed being in and around the water. As for the intimate extra-curricular activities, he had always been somewhat ambivalent. He knew he was good looking with his white-blonde hair and his smooth, strong body, but he kept his focus on the competition and practices and not on the physical advances which were sometimes not very subtle.
He had met Jon in the second grade. They had hit it off immediately and had been inseparable ever since. Some people, their parents included, considered them brothers. Jon was always the bigger of the two, growing taller and more powerful than his best friend.
Through high school, they had double-dated many times, played in the band together, played on the school’s soccer and baseball teams together, did science and math fair’s together, and had even worked at the same after-school jobs together. Most summer days would find them at each other’s houses, spending the whole day, sometimes several days together. Neither of them had had any serious girlfriends in high school, but they had both dated regularly, had made out with girls in the backseat or on the sofa, and both had even gotten to “third base” a few times. But both boys were serious about their studies, their activities and their futures and didn’t really invest a lot of time or energy on girls (much to the dismay of many young ladies in Southern California).
When they graduated, their friendship faced its greatest challenge. Tucker was accepted to a top public university in Arizona on full-ride diving scholarship and a place on one of the top five teams in the country. Jon was accepted to a Midwestern school on a baseball scholarship.
They struggled long and hard with whether or not to accept their scholarships and the thousand miles which would separate them, but in the end, economic realities took over for both families.
They packed up their cars and drove off together, Jon going with Tucker to Arizona to help him move in, then another two days of driving to his school.
At first, everyone thought the friendship might devolve without the regular daily contact, but Jon and Tuck both somehow found a way to make it work. Their friendship was as strong as ever.
All this had been rolling through Tuck’s mind for the previous two weeks and continued to plague him at the airport, on the flight, and on the ride in the cab to Jon’s house.
Two weeks ago, at the regional diving championships, Tucker’s life had changed.
The school had put the team up in a large apartment-like suite for the four-day tournament. The suite had four bedrooms, a couple of bathrooms and a large common area with huge sofas and a big-screen TV.
The team had come home late from the second day of competition tired but exhilarated. Scores for the day were exceptional and they were well-positioned to make a run for the regional title.
As they walked into the suite, all the guys were wearing team t-shirts and warm up pants. Some still had their swimsuits on underneath while others were going commando. It was easier for them to shower back at the room than to fight for limited shower space at the pool when the competition ended and it was a matter pride with them to always wear team gear when in public at a competition.
A couple of the guys headed off to shower or change while the rest got pizzas and began camping out in the common area. As a group, they were very casual and open with each other. They had traveled to dozens of swim meets together and had seen the best and worst of each other both physically and emotionally. They accepted each other and all got along pretty well. They were a team in every sense of the word.
As the evening wore on, they joked and rough-housed a little, but quickly the combination of exhaustion and a little something to eat caught up with them. The lights got turned way down and they ordered a pay-per-view movie.
Tuck was on one of the big couches with three or four other guys. They all nodded off within a few minutes of the movie starting.
Later, perhaps half-way through the movie, Tucker woke up gently. He was lying on his side facing the TV. His head rested on someone’s thigh, but it wasn’t that which had caused him to stir awake. It was the comfortable warmth of a body pressed up against his back, an arm under his shoulder and wrapped around his chest. The other hand was on his hip. He wasn’t sure who it was, but surprisingly, Tucker felt particularly peaceful at that moment. He felt emotionally secure in the strong arms of his teammate. He stirred ever so slightly, letting whoever it was behind him know he was awake and aware and ok with the physical contact.
The person behind him pulled him in a bit tighter and rested his head on Tuck’s cheek. Tuck could feel the very slightest hint of stubble and the warm breath on his neck. His emotional calm began to give way to a sense of desire, a yearning for the moment not to end. He felt stirred in a way he hadn’t ever felt before. Deep down, he recognized this was how he felt when he was with Jon, particularly at night, when they would be sleeping at each other’s house. Tuck would be on the couch or the floor and could hear his friend breathing. At those times, a deep sense of calm and love would wash over him, but here on this sofa with the unknown teammate pressing into his back, he felt something deeper and more primal.
The hand on his hip slipped under the waistband of his warm up pants, but stayed outside the Speedo Tuck was still wearing. The hand wandered up and down his thigh, moving as high as his waist and ribs and down nearly to his knee. Once or twice, a fingertip would just barely brush by the bulge in the swimsuit. Tucker rolled his body slightly, giving his mystery companion better access to his lean torso.
Tuck began to feel his own cock beginning to swell, constrained by the tight spandex of his suit. He was definitely aroused by the gentle touch of his companion. The primal desire was unexpectedly taking control of him. He grabbed the other hand which was pressed motionless against his chest and moved it to one of his nipples, sending an unmistakable signal he was anxious for more.
The hand began to pinch and rub gently at Tuck’s chest through the t-shirt. But it wasn’t enough. Tuck somehow managed to deftly remove his t-shirt without disturbing the sleeping of the thigh he was resting his head on and also without looking behind him to discover the identity of his mystery lover. The fact he didn’t know who it was who was made these powerful feelings surging through his body much more potent. Now the hand had direct access to Tuck’s bare chest and tight belly.
Tuck lay back down, shirtless, pressing his small body into the clearly larger, powerful body behind him. The hands continued their exploration of his body. A finger began tracing along the seams of his swimsuit, touching the muscled flesh of his lower belly, skipping slowly over the knot which was tucked in under his suit. It moved up to the point of his hip, then down along the leg opening, moving slowly towards his crotch.
Tuck spread his legs just a little and the fingers continued moving down along the seam, now directly touching the swelling in his suit that he couldn’t control. They lingered there for a moment, so very close to his manhood, but still so far away. Tucker wasn’t sure what was going to come next, but he was ready for it. His body, largely ignored for so long, rejoiced at the touch of another.
He could feel the breathing behind him get more tense, more purposeful as the excitement rose in both of them. He could also feel the beginnings of an erection pressing against his ass and the slow, rhythmic thrusting of his partner’s hips. It was gentle now, but left no doubt where this encounter was likely to end. Tucker gently moved his ass against the swelling he could feel pressing against his ass cheeks, encouraging the inevitable. His partner responded.
The fingers tracing along his suit lightly brushed over the bulge made by Tuck’s increasingly hard cock. They moved gently, but unmistakably erotically along the length of his shaft, up to the still-tied knot tucked inside his suit.
Deftly they moved pressed in between the spandex and his skin, tugging the knot undone in a swift and practiced move. But they didn’t move further down to his cock. Tuck felt a mild wave of disappointment wash over him. He had been ready for these strong fingers to wrap themselves around a cock which was impressively large for being on such a slight body.
Instead, the fingers moved to his lower back. His lover rolled him forward just a little, and with a quick motion, shoved only the back of his suit down. With his cock remaining tightly wrapped in spandex and his ass exposed, there was no doubt in Tuck’s mind what was about to happen. Tuck was surprised to realize he was surrendering to the moment. Here he was, in a semi-dark room with more than a dozen of his friends and teammates, about to be fucked in the ass by one whose identity was still a mystery to him.
The hand moved away from his ass and he could feel his partner tugging his own pants down, freeing his throbbing cock and pressing it against Tuck’s ass. His hand came up to Tuck’s mouth and finally there was a voice, whispering quietly his ear.
“Suck my fingers. Suck them and cover them with your spit.”
Tuck recognized the voice. It was Don Davis, the captain of the team. He was a tall, powerful swimmer with broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and an admittedly impressive figure in the showers. Tuck’s arousal was complete. Tuck had admired Don from a distance for the past year and half, justifying his admiration as appreciation of skill and leadership and discounting the not-so-subtle masculine eroticism the captain gave off. Tuck always thought the handsome captain was more interested in working with the swimmers and upperclassmen, so this physical dance on the sofa was even more of a surprise.
Tuck took the fingers into his mouth and gave them a generous sucking. He closed his eyes and imagined it wasn’t Don’s fingers but a more personal part of his anatomy in his mouth. He sucked harder. Don let out a quiet groan.
“Oh, yeah. Get them covered in your spit.”
Tuck relaxed his mouth and let Don withdraw his fingers. Don moved his hand back down and began rubbing his slick fingers against Tuck’s virgin ass. Tucker closed his eyes and let the new physical sensations wash over him.
Don slid in one finger and then quickly another. Tuck had occasionally heard guys talk about the pain of being fucked in the ass, but he felt just a moment of unusual pressure, then the surprising satisfaction of something being inserted into his ass. He had to admit it felt different, but he knew right away he liked this and wanted more.
Don was quick to oblige. Nearly as fast as they had penetrated him, Don withdrew his fingers and grabbed his own cock, rubbing it up and down, right at the tight bud of Tuck’s ass. Don’s slick pre-cum smeared on between Tuck’s ass cheeks and across the head of Don’s impressive cock. Don squeezed his cock a little, pressing the tip of his cock at the waiting entrance to Tuck’s ass, finishing the job of preparing the way for his swollen cock.
Tucker felt the pressure of Don’s cock pressing against his ass and begin willing him to enter his body. He tried to relax and pressed against Don, helping him overcome the resistance of his sphincter. The tip slid in, stretching Tuck suddenly. The sharp sensation wasn’t painful to Tuck, but it was definitely strong. The first part was the most difficult. Once the large head of Don’s cock entered him, Tuck’s body relented to the inevitable and the rest filled him smoothly.
A deep, long sigh shuddered its way out of Tuck as Don pressed deep into him. He was completely overwhelmed by the new feeling of a large cock in his ass and the physical intimacy of being pressed against Don’s smooth swimmer’s body. Tuck took Don’s other hand and began sucking those fingers. He was overcome with the feeling of being penetrated by Don on both ends and hungrily sucked on him.
Don reached his free hand around to Tuck’s now engorged cock, still pressed hard against the spandex of his suit. Tuck wanted desperately to free his own cock, to let it grow and move and be touched without restraint, but Don wouldn’t allow it. Don somehow managed to keep Tuck’s ass exposed but his cock restrained.
“It will be better this way. Do you trust me, Tucker?”
Tucker found he did. So he sucked on Don’s fingers while Don stroked Tuck’s cock through his suit and filled his ass with his impressive manhood. Tuck’s mind shut down and he let the physical sensations wash over him.
Don’s cock slid slowly in and out of Tuck’s ass, never pounding or frantic, but deliberate, slow and deep, fucking him more intensely and purely than Tuck had ever thought possible. Tuck was so enraptured by the feelings coming from his mouth, cock and ass that he didn’t notice the stifled moaning coming from Don.
Don began pressing deeper into Tuck and Tuck knew Don was about to cum. He wanted it. He wanted to feel Don swell up in his ass and release his load inside. He wanted to be the one to make the captain cum. Two or three deep thrusts and then suddenly Don’s body locked and hitched in orgasm. Both of them stopped breathing. Tuck felt the hot fluid inside him and was thrown over the edge himself, cuming in his red competition diving suit. He could feel his warm semen coating his cock, partially trapped by the taut fabric.
He was completely surprised to feel what felt like even more semen against the back of his neck. He reached up with his hand, carefully touching Don’s face behind his head and discovered Don was sucking the cock of the person they had been resting their heads on. Cum was running down his chin and getting into Tuck’s hair.
Tuck gently wrapped his hand around this slowly relaxing cock and allowed himself to feel another man’s cock in his hand for the first time. Tuck started to turn to see who it was.
“Hold still for a second, let me help you out.” Don whispered in Tuck’s ear. He began licking the semen from the back of Tuck’s neck, sending more erotic chills down Tuck’s body.
After a moment, Tuck was able to turn his head and saw it was Andy, the senior diving captain who Don had been sucking. “Welcome to the varsity, Tucker. You put on a good show.” Andy had a big smile on his face. Tucker had been so wrapped up in the moment he was completely unaware he had been watched.
Andy leaned back against the sofa, sighing contentedly. Tucker turned back toward the TV, still very content with himself and what had just happened. Don’s large cock was still in his ass, starting to relax, and Tuck was content to leave it there as long as he could.
“One more thing, Tuck, and then it’s off to the showers.” Don said. He reached down inside the front of Tuck’s suit, touching Tuck’s cock with his bare hand for the first time and coating it with Tucker’s cum. He pulled his hand out and brought it up to Tucker’s mouth one more time. Tucker closed his eyes and licked Don’s hand clean.
The three of them stayed there until just before the movie ended. Don’s now relaxed cock resting against Tucker’s ass, his hand playing softly with Tucker’s smooth chest, while Tucker played a little with Andy’s relaxed cock.
It was only about five minutes before the movie ended. Don whispered in Tuck’s ear he should probably go take a shower and rinse out his suit before the rest of the guys got up and headed for bed.
Tuck began to sit up and Don pulled him back down.
“One more thing. I want you to wear that red suit tomorrow. And when you are walking around in it, I want you to think of how incredibly fine your ass looks in a red Speedo, and how you came in that very suit while I was fucking your ass.”
Inevitably, the next day, Tucker could think of little else. He constantly caught Don or Andy looking at him and his thoughts instantly returned to their night on the sofa. He was acutely aware of his ass and cock covered by the thin fabric and more intensely aware of his body on display. Somehow he managed to stay focused while diving, but it took all his concentration and willpower to do so.
He also caught himself looking at his team in a whole new way. He especially noticed the very sensual and masculine way both Don and Andy filled out their suits. He found himself wondering what next.
As it turned out, there was no more ‘next’ for Tucker at the swim meet. The next night was a team dinner at a restaurant, then early to bed. After they won the competition on the last day, it was a quick awards ceremony, then on the bus to head back to school.
Once they got back to school, Tucker saw little of Andy and even less of Don. Diving practice was mostly individual work with the coaches, and the swim team was on its own schedule. But when he did see them, they would share a knowing glance, a quick appraisal of each other’s bodies, and then focus on the task.
He found for himself, it really wasn’t about Don or Andy. It slowly dawned on Tucker that the night on the sofa had been something they had done based on hierarchy, power and lust but it had very little to do with him personally. Don and Andy had initiated him into the varsity. At the time, he thought Andy was referring to the dive team, but the more he thought about it, the more he came to realize the varsity had nothing to do with swimming. Tucker found himself openly confronting his own sexual desires. Their tryst on the sofa had unleashed feelings in him he had been completely unaware of or ignoring. He had discovered physical passions that had been completely dormant his whole life. No experience with a woman had ever been so overwhelmingly satisfying. And he thought a lot about Jon.
Now Tucker was heading to Jon’s house for a week with his dearest friend and had not the first clue how to discuss any of this with him.
The next two days were the weirdest of Tucker Williams’ life. He was of course delighted to see Jon again. They stayed in such close contact during school and had so much common history there really wasn’t much need to ‘catch up.’ But he could not get the experience with Don and Andy out of his mind, nor could he ignore the feelings he was having. But mostly, he realized he must come to grips with how his new understanding of sexuality as it related to Jon.
It seems somewhat obvious in retrospect that Jon was the one to bring it up. He could tell right away there was something Tucker’s mind. At first, he thought it was something transitory, or something Tuck would bring up when he was ready. He was fairly sure it was something which seemed big when you kept it private, but as soon as it was brought out into the open, it wouldn’t seem so bad.
Early in the week, they headed to the beach for an evening barbeque and bonfire. Jon resolved if Tuck didn’t bring it up or start acting normal, they were going to have it out that night.
They got to the beach about an hour before the sun set over the Pacific. It was still warm out, but promised to cool down quickly as it was still early spring and the days weren’t very hot yet. They stripped off their shirts and dashed into the sea, which was still pretty cold. If Jon had been looking at Tucker, he might have been astonished to see Tuck checking out his body sculpted by two years of rigorous baseball training which emphasized power and durability. There was no doubt about it; both boys had physically matured since starting college.
Quickly enough, they got cold in the surf and decided it was time they got the fire started. As they were arranging the wood for the fire and getting the food organized, Tucker was just as distracted and scatterbrained as he had been when Jon walked in the door two days before. Jon couldn’t take it any more. He was frustrated they weren’t talking like they usually did, but he was also worried about his best friend.
“Alright, Tuck.” Jon said as he watched the flames begin to lick at the wood. “Enough of this. You’ve been a million miles away since we got here. I’m starting to get seriously worried about you.
Tucker tried to avoid the question, but Jon pinned him down. Finally, Tucker relented.
“Jon, something has happened. Something huge. But I’m too afraid to talk about it. I’m afraid of what it will do to our friendship…I’m worried of what you’ll think of me.”
Jon realized Tuck was serious. This was big. This wasn’t about a class or school or a girl. There weren’t too many things which could follow that kind of lead. But Jon knew there was nothing his friend was going through they couldn’t go through together. There was nothing he would abandon Tucker to do alone, and he told him so.
“Tuck, it’s you and me. Whatever you are in, I’m in, too. So let’s get it on the table and figure it out.”
Tuck launched into the story of the night at the swim meet. He was tentative at first, but each time he dropped a new little bombshell, he noticed Jon just watched him ever more intently with his beautiful green eyes. Jon didn’t say much, just nodding encouragement from time to time.
As he neared the end of the story, he even told Jon about Don feeding him his own cum. He almost couldn’t believe he was saying the words out loud. Jon just chuckled a little and asked how it tasted.
“A little sweet, not strong. Not bad.” Tuck said with his head down and a little smile on his face.
“Yeah. I thought so. Mine too.”
Tucker started talking again and then stopped suddenly. First he raised his eyes to look at Jon, then his whole head. Jon’s eyes twinkled mischievously and he had a little grin on his face. Tucker was speechless.
“You’ve tasted your own cum?” It was both a statement and a question.
“Sure. But before we talk about that, finish your story.”
Tucker’s moved quickly through the rest of his story, and while he faithfully relayed the events as they had occurred, he didn’t talk about how much he’d been thinking about Jon over the past two weeks. As he told his tale there on the beach, the biggest truth finally crystallized in his mind. The truth was he was in love with his best friend. That love had taken on the final dimension, firm and clear in Tuck’s mind. They already had emotional, brotherly love. Now Tuck desperately wanted to add physical love to their relationship and fully bind their souls together. But he was so afraid of breaking what they had literally spent their lives building, he didn’t know how he could say it. So he didn’t.
“Well?” Tucker said. “That’s mostly it. But apparently you’ve been holding out on me.”
“Yeah, I guess I have a little.” Jon smiled a wan smile, gazing at the face of the brother-friend he had known since they were just boys. The truth was he loved his friend more than anything. They had known so much joy and had so many experiences together. Jon’s heart ached when they were away. When Tucker called him, he felt such an upwelling of joy, it was almost unbelievable.
The real truth, the truth which Jon hadn’t shared with Tucker over all these years, was Jon wanted what Tucker just described. He had known for years that Tucker meant everything to him. As they matured, Jon had kept his feelings deeply suppressed for fear of pushing away the person who meant the world to him. Many nights, Jon had wondered how he might tell Tucker, how he might put words to the complex emotions going through him. The weirdest part is Jon didn’t consider himself gay, or even bi-sexual, really. He liked being with girls, but he would have done anything at all for Tucker—anything—to keep him around and to make him happy. Until this night, he believed making Tuck happy was by having a deep and meaningful, but always platonic, relationship. Tonight, though, he saw his reality changing.
His challenge was how to put into words what his heart and soul were crying out for. And just as quickly, he realized both of them would be best served by letting his actions speak for him.
They had been sitting on a bench of a picnic table, both leaned heavily over their drinks, watching the fire which had at first flared large and was now at a low smolder, the core of the fire filled with dully glowing embers that cast a faint glow over them. The waves crashed in the distance. Nobody else was anywhere near them. They were alone on the dark beach, about to take their next steps together.
Jon set down his drink and kneeled in front of Tucker. Tuck looked into Jon’s eyes.
“Thank you for letting me in.” Jon said. The sincerity in his voice was unmistakable.
He leaned into Tuck, moving his lips ever closer to Tuck’s. Closer than they had ever been. He knew he was crossing a line, but for the first time in his life, he knew with certainty Tuck would accept him.
He was right. Tuck reached up, and just as their lips touched for the first time, he gently stroked his fingers into Jon’s black hair. Their kiss was passionate and perfect. The two friends became lovers.
Jon reached up between Tucker’s legs and felt his friend’s soft cock through his shorts. His fingertips were electric. He could feel adrenaline pumping through his body, so pure and complete was his excitement. Jon knew what he wanted and he knew Tucker wanted it too.
Jon stood slightly, and in one quick motion, got Tucker to thrust his hips forward and his shoulders back. Another quick motion and Tucker’s shorts were kicked off. Jon had seen his friend naked before, but it had always been furtive glances from a distance in a locker room, or perhaps a stolen glance through a bathroom door not quite closed. But now Jon was on his knees between his friend’s wide-spread legs, getting an unobstructed, welcome look at the impressive cock he had fantasized about for years. When he had tasted his own cum, he had imagined it coming from Tuck’s glorious body. He knew tonight he would discover what Tucker really tasted like.
Tucker’s cock and balls hung heavily between his thighs. His skin was smooth everywhere, a result of spending so much of his life in swimming pools.
With his hands placed on Tucker’s chest holding him back, he moved his lips towards Tucker’s lower belly. He tasted the hint of saltwater and sweat on Tucker’s smooth, tight skin. It was intoxicating. He could feel the powerful pulse of Tucker’s heartbeat as his tongue flickered lower and lower, moving through the smallest tuft of hair, then along the length of the rapidly hardening shaft.
Jon wanted so desperately to savor this moment he had so long fantasized about, but he was a young man in lust. Seconds felt like hours and before he knew it, his tongue had curled under Tucker’s cock and pulled him into his waiting mouth.
Tucker’s cock was warm, smooth and slightly salty from their swim in the sea. Jon was in rapture as his friend’s cock quickly hardened and grew in his mouth. He felt deeply and passionately connected to Tucker as the cock pressed against the back of his throat. Jon was amazed at how large his friend was. For a man with such a slight figure, Jon had always had an impression Tucker was larger than expected, but he’d never had a good look. Now, with Tucker’s cock completely filling his mouth without being fully inside, Jon knew he was going to enjoy this new part of their relationship.
For his part, Tucker could not have been more amazed at the turn of events. He had been so scared to share with Jon what he had experienced and what he had been feeling. Now, here he was, having just told a story which would have scared most male friends away, but instead, his friend Jon was sucking fervently on his fully hardened shaft. He could not rationalize or fully understand what was going on, so he decided to just go with the moment.
Tucker leaned back more, threw his head back and watched the stars burn holes in the night sky while he slowly rolled his hips back and forth, thrusting his cock ever deeper into Jon’s throat.
Finally, he felt Jon’s nose buried deep in his body. He was all the way in. He could not believe Jon was such an excellent cock-sucker, but he was overjoyed to have discovered it.
He looked down his lean body and saw his best friend in a state of rapture. His eyes were closed, his mouth and tongue masterfully working on Tuck’s cock. Tuck decided he would ask Jon how he got so good at sucking cock. Later.
Tuck felt a building and overwhelming desire to cum in Jon’s mouth. He wanted to watch his friend take a load like the one he had surrendered to his Speedos. He wanted to share the powerful intimacy of his orgasm with Jon’s lips wrapped around him, sucking and taking him in. He wanted to savor that moment with Jon, to see the look on Jon’s face as Tuck flooded his mouth.
Tuck partially closed his eyes and let the sensations of his body flow through him. He leaned his head back again and watched the stars through his half-lidded eyes while his body roared towards an orgasm. His body began to tense. His hips began to thrust more fervently, forcing his cock deep into Jon’s anxious mouth.
Tuck closed his eyes, focusing all his attention and anticipation on his cock. He felt the blood pounding through his body, the thin sheen of sweat on his hot body, cooling his skin, making it more sensitive to the touch. His body froze. His eyes opened wide and he looked once more at the stars, then, as the waves of his orgasm washed over him, he tilted his head forward and watched Jon as his load of semen filled his best friend’s mouth.
The look on Jon’s face was indescribable. Tucker knew Jon had gone to a place only a few ever find. Jon was in a moment of pure joy and bliss. Not just enjoyment of what is taking place, but who it is taking place with. His feelings of contentment, love, lust and pure satisfaction collided with each other as he felt Tucker’s cock swell and then explode in his mouth.
Jon had waited so long for this moment which he had feared a thousand times would never come. And yet, here it was. Tucker tasted just like Jon had hoped he would. It was a perfect spring night, cool, but not cold. Stars were shining overhead, the dying fire keeping away the chill of the ocean.
He held onto Tucker with his mouth for a long time, gently cleaning and savoring the relaxing cock in his mouth. He delighted in the new intimacy with his friend. When Jon finally let him go, he leaned back on his heels and looked at Tuck’s mostly naked slim body, still spread before him on the bench. He was determined more than ever to do anything to keep Tucker happy and close.
Jon smiled at Tucker. “Even better than I imagined.”
They both laughed a little, any tension at what had just happened drifting away.
As their bodies relaxed, both of them realized they had completely forgotten to cook their steaks. Their emotional, sexual hunger satisfied for the moment, their physical hunger began to take over.
The fire had died down to glowing embers. Silently they set about bringing it back to life while they both pondered this new part of their relationship. They both noticed an unspoken desire to be physically closer than they usually were before. In the past, even up to this day, they had always maintained a perfect display of heterosexual friendship, keeping a discreet physical distance from each other. But now, hidden in the darkness of the night and both feeling keenly the new direction of their friendship, sitting close together grilling their steaks was perfectly natural, desired and very welcome.
Just as naturally as they had sat side by side in silence, they started talking again as they sat at the picnic table to eat.
“That was a little unexpected.” Tucker said. He paused a moment, looking straight into Jon’s eyes. “But I liked it.”
“I liked it, too. Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted to do that to you? With you?”
“I had no idea. Or maybe I always knew.”
“You were the one I thought about when I was alone late at night. You were the one I was thinking of when I tasted myself.” An hour ago, Jon would have felt extremely vulnerable and uncomfortable saying such things. Now, it came out easily. He completely trusted Tucker with his most intimate thoughts and feelings.
“How far are you willing to take this?” Jon asked, trying desperately to sound as casual as he could.
Tucker still looked him right in the eye. “With you, all the way. Anything.”
They both grinned at each other like little kids who had just discovered a secret. Which, in a way, they kind of were. They were young men suddenly finding their sexual place in the world. They knew it and they couldn’t keep from smiling.
They finished eating, the conversation now drifting freely from school, friends and activities back into much more intimate and detailed discussions of what they were going to do with each other next.
When they finished, they spread a large blanket out next to the fire and lay next to each other, watching the stars and listening to the surf pounding in the distance. Their hands and bodies slowly entangled themselves and soon enough their mouths were pressed together in a kiss that was gentle and deep. They savored the taste of each other on their tongues. Their eyes were closed as their hands pulled away clothing. They were oblivious to the chill of the ocean air as they wound themselves ever tighter together.
Jon’s larger body slowly encased the smaller Tucker. They relished the feel of their bare flesh pressed against each other. Their fingertips explored each other’s bodies with nothing off limits.
Tucker stuck his fingers in Jon’s mouth, instructing Jon – as he had been instructed by Don – to coat his fingers with slick spit. The feeling of Jon sucking on his fingers was surprisingly arousing. Tucker felt his body stirring again, responding to the touch of his friend.
Somewhat reluctantly, he pulled his fingers from Jon’s mouth and deftly reached between Jon’s legs, sliding them apart as his fingers sought the warmth and tightness of Jon’s virgin ass. He gently worked in one finger, and then two. Jon turned and spread his legs farther apart, giving Tucker a little easier access.
Their kisses became more passionate as their hardening cocks pressing against each other’s lower bellies. Tucker felt his rational thoughts slipping from his mind. He was driven by the love of being with his best friend and lusting for an animalistic release.
He abruptly broke off their kiss and quickly slithered down to Jon’s cock. He knew there would be plenty of time later for playing with his sculpted torso. Jon’s cock was rapidly hardening, but was already impressive. Tucker wrapped his small hand around the heavy base of the shaft and drew the glistening tip towards his lips. He had never felt sure pure anticipation. He was going to take Jon’s manhood into his mouth, love him with his lips, tongue and throat. How would it taste? What would it feel like?
He tentatively reached out with the tip of his tongue, lapping up the bit of precum that sparkled on the tip. Its silky smooth consistency and mild taste were like a blissful, perfect appetizer. Tucker tightly pursed his lips over the tip of Jon’s cock; he wanted Jon to feel the sensation of penetrating his mouth.
He pressed his mouth slowly down onto Jon’s nearly-erect cock. Wider and wider his lips spread to accommodate Jon’s swelling cock. Saliva and precum mingled in his mouth, delicious and subtle.
Tucker slowly slid still more of Jon’s cock into his mouth. As he felt it reach the back of his mouth, he realized there was yet more to take in. He wanted all of it. His throat locked and resisted the sizeable anatomy, but Tucker’s raw desire overcame his body’s natural reflexes and he continued pressing Jon deeper into his mouth.
Relaxing as much as he could with pure desire coursing through him, he finally was able to take Jon’s entire shaft in his mouth. His jaw was spread wide, but he felt no pain, only joy at being so intimately connected. His nose was buried in a trimmed tuft of fine hair at the base of Jon’s cock. Jon’s scent intoxicated and aroused him. The smoothness of Jon’s cock and balls reminded him of all the swimmer’s bodies he saw in competition, their bodies shaved for speed. He knew he would never look at any of them the same way.
Slowly he began to move his mouth back and forth on Jon’s cock, lapping at the underside with his tongue, but never letting very much leave his mouth. He wanted to give Jon a deep blow job and to bring him to the same kind of intense orgasm Jon had shared with him earlier that night.
He could tell Jon was enjoying it. The quiet moans, the restrained writhing of his body and the physical sensations washing over him were evidence of a primal desire being finally satisfied.
Soon, too soon for both of them, Jon’s breathing deepened and intensified. The thrusting of his hips became more powerful. Tucker struggled with Jon’s long cock sliding rapidly in and out of his throat, but he wasn’t about to give up.
Jon’s hips locked suddenly, his cock thrust fully into Tucker’s throat. Tucker could feel the spasms in his lover’s body as his semen erupted into him. He latched on and pressed hard, keeping the glorious cock locked in his loving mouth as Jon quivered his way through his powerful orgasm.
As the climax slowly passed, Tucker gently began letting the slowly softening cock slip from between his lips. He coaxed it out as slowly and carefully as he has originally coaxed it in. But when the tip was resting on his tongue, he stopped for a moment and carefully lapped up the stronger tasting semen, moving it around in his mouth, reveling in the pure intimacy and eroticism of the moment.
As Jon’s body finally relaxed, Tucker moved quickly up to whisper in his ear. His voice was quietly intense.
“Jon, I want you to fuck me. I know you will. I know you will fill me with your incredible cock. And I want you too so much. But tonight, I’m going first.”
Jon stared into Tucker’s eyes. He had never heard Tucker be so direct. His heart swelled with each beat. He would do anything, anything at all to make Tucker happy. He couldn’t believe his great good luck that doing what Tucker wanted was also what he wanted. And besides, just at that moment, Jon was in no condition to lay claim Tucker’s small, tight diver’s ass.
“Anything, Tuck. Anything for you.”
Tucker sat up and turned Jon onto his belly. He spread Jon’s arms and legs wide, like a face-down Vitruvian Man. He stared with hunger and lust at the broad, powerful shoulders, capable of hitting long home runs. He ran his hands down from Jon’s shoulders to the narrow waist, kept slender by so much physical activity. His fingertips skittered over the well rounded ass that powered Jon around the baseball field, and the strong, toned legs. Jon was just as gorgeous from the back as he was from the front.
Tucker was always conscious of the difference in their sizes; Jon was nearly a foot taller, and was broader throughout his entire body. Tucker had always been small, but in the end, their bodies allowed them to do what they loved. Besides, Tucker thought with a wan smile, his cock filled out a red diving suit pretty well.
Tonight, it was going to fill Jon’s ass.
Tucker began lightly massaging Jon’s shoulders, back and cheeks. Each time he brought his hands down, he would move them closer to Jon’s tight ass. Jon would tense, just for a moment, in anticipation, and then relax again. Tucker could tell his friend loved everything that was going on between them. Tucker was too. His only regret was that they had waited so long.
After a long, powerful stroke between Jon’s shoulder blades and along the staccato of his spine, Tucker pressed his hand further down, between Jon’s cheeks, seeking the tight hole he had only briefly played with earlier. He knew he would need to relax Jon a little if he was to enjoy the fucking Tucker ached to give him.
His delicate fingers found the rosy flesh they were seeking and began lightly rubbing and tickling. His other hand found his own cock and began stroking it. He used a little saliva and a little of his own precum to make the entrance slick. He slowly inserted one finger and felt Jon’s ass pucker around it. He carefully slid it in as far as he could and then left it there while he carefully inserted another. Jon’s ass was tight, but relaxing.
Tucker repositioned himself between Jon’s legs, spreading them even farther apart. Jon’s skin glowed in the moonlight. It was the most erotic and sensual moment Tucker had ever known.
He pressed his cock in between Jon’s ass cheeks and slowly began moving his hips back and forth. He would rest the tip of his cock against Jon’s ass, pressing only slightly, and then thrust his cock up and down the crack of his ass, spreading his copious precum along the length of his shaft and all over Jon’s ass. He smiled again as he saw his friend’s cheeks getting slicker and shinier, now faintly sparkling in the star light.
He did this a few times and then, as he was resting his cock against Jon’s ass again, preparing for another slide along his ass, Jon raised his hips against Tucker, forcing the tip of his cock inside Jon’s ass. The message was clear; Jon was ready.
Tucker was happy to oblige. He pressed his rock hard cock slowly into Jon’s ass. He watched with fascination as Jon’s flesh stretched to take in his large, smooth cock. Again, primal feelings came over Tucker as he penetrated Jon’s body with his manhood. He felt as if he was claiming Jon as his own while binding their bodies together.
He pressed deeper and deeper inside, pausing sometimes, but never withdrawing. He wanted to fill Jon. Jon spread his legs again, willing Tucker to press as deep as he could.
Finally, just when Jon was wondering exactly how big his small friend’s cock really was, he felt Tuck’s hips press against his ass. God, what a tremendous feeling to surrender his body to Tucker. Jon sighed deeply and his whole body relaxed. He felt as if his life had been lived for just this moment.
He surrendered himself to the moment, knowing that soon enough he would get to fully enjoy Tucker’s body for himself.
Tucker began to thrust in and out of Jon’s ass. It was slow and deliberate at first. The motions were smooth and powerful. On each thrust, he would press as deeply as he could against Jon’s ass. They both relished the feeling of fullness and tightness.
Tucker looked down his slim but muscular torso, obsessed with the sight of his cock disappearing into Jon’s perfect ass. He could see Jon’s muscles quivering under his smooth flesh. His hands grabbed Jon’s ass as he felt an orgasm begin to rise in him. He so wanted this moment to last, but the combination of sights and sensations was too much to control.
His thrusts came faster now. There was more intensity in them. Jon could feel Tucker’s balls slapping against his delicate flesh. He couldn’t believe how viscerally he enjoyed being fucked by Tucker. It wasn’t just the physical sensations, which were overwhelming and wonderful, but it was the emotional connection they had shared for so many years. Jon cleared his mind and allowed his body to just feel.
Tucker could no longer contain his inevitable orgasm. He pounded against Jon’s ass, animal instinct completely driving his body to press his cock as deep as he could. He reached his hands around to Jon’s hips and pulled them up and into him as he drove ever harder. Tucker couldn’t believe the power and determination coming over him.
Tucker felt his cock would explode. He had never been so pent up before, had never felt his body as ready for release as it was at this moment. Every fiber of his being was straining towards release. All of his senses were acutely aware of what was going on around him and yet his focus, his attention, was centered firmly on his cock.
With a final gasp and a locking of his body, his cock deep in Jon’s ass, Tucker came. For a moment, his body was frozen except for the great eruption of semen inside Jon. He felt blast after blast escaping from him. He could sense Jon’s euphoria, which only heightened Tucker’s own feelings of deep satisfaction and release.
They stayed frozen like that for what seemed an eternity; Tucker on his knees, his back arched and his head thrown back, his hands pulling Jon’s sculpted ass tight against Tucker’s hips, their bodies both slick with sweat and slightly radiant in the moonlight. It was a pure lover’s pose.
It was an eternal moment that couldn’t last.
Soon, too soon, the tension in Tucker’s body ebbed away. His climax over, he took a few deep breaths and slowly relaxed. He could feel his hot cum coating his cock as the tension slowly eased.
He released his tight grip on Jon’s hips and lowered him back to the ground, laying him out flat again, but his cock stayed in Jon’s ass, not yet ready to unbind their bodies.
Tucker lay down on Jon’s back, his cheek resting between Jon’s powerful shoulders. The sensation of their naked, sweaty bodies pressing together from head to toe was deeply satisfying for both of them.
Eventually, Tucker’s cock slipped from Jon’s ass. Tucker’s cum was everywhere, but neither of them minded. They were just enjoying a sense of pure joy and relaxation and being together.
For a time, they both slept. Jon felt so natural with his friend’s light body resting on his back, and Tucker reveled in the warmth of Jon’s powerful body.
Then, just as the first hint of light touched the eastern sky, they finally stirred from their blanket. They walked down to the water together, still naked. The evidence of their activities still coated both their bodies. They swam for a few minutes in the chill waters, washing away the stiffness, the sex and the sand from each other’s bodies. When they emerged from the sea, it was with a freshness and joy neither of them had ever known before, but they both knew would be with them now and forever.