Benefits of Being Hung at My Lifeguarding Job in High School 04

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Chapter 4: Pool House with Blake

The Instagram post did numbers overnight. Nothing insane, but it got more traction than anything else I had ever posted. I had never even thought of doing something like a thirst trap before. It was getting shares in circles of people I had never met before. A few girls from my class that I had never talked to even  dropped fire emojis, and a couple DMs wanting to say hi. It felt like I was suddenly kind of a cool guy, I don't even know if it was more of my confidence or my big bulge in the photo. I even got a couple girls to send a few somewhat naughty pics. Of course, when it came down to actually meeting up, their responses were wary. They ranged from "maybe next week" to "I'm actually sort of seeing a guy and I want to see where that goes" and shit like that. Chicks are flakes, I guess.

Of course, the ratio of people commenting was much more guys than girls, as usual. Friends of mine were commenting blatantly about "Mr. Big 🍆 💦" and shit like that. The DMs from guys I hadn't met before were varied, some randomly asking about what it's like to be a lifeguard, and others straight up asking if I "get a lot of pussy with that big dick." I was honest, and told them that I was a virgin except for some curious guys who had used my big meat like a dildo. I got diverse reactions on the spectrum from disgust to "bowing down to the master".

Then there was the one from a guy named Mason.

We weren’t friends, exactly. He went to a different school in our district, but he played every sport and everyone sort of knew who he was. He was a stud. He played Football in the fall, basketball in the winter, track in the spring. Six foot three, built like he had been doing the weight room since he was ten. I had seen him at games a few times and always thought he looked like a model for a poster about school spirit. Or even like an Abercrombie model. He made every guy jealous, and I didn't even know if he was like, a "cool guy" or just a douchebag. We had never talked.

He messaged me late the next morning.

Mason: That pic was wild, dude. You around today?

Me: Yeah why

Mason: Got a new game, want to run it in person? Hot tub’s open after if you’re down.

It read casual, like a normal Saturday plan, except that I didn't even know this guy. Was I just "in" with the cool crowd now from one viral post? It was also very clear he’d seen what I posted and wanted to confirm what he thought he saw.

Me: Anyone else gonna be there?

Mason: Maybe we could see who else wants to chill.

So, he was inviting me over to hang out alone, a guy he doesn't even know. It was strange enough for me to be curious. I gave him a time and a thumbs up.

I jogged over around four. His place sat on a corner lot with a long yard and a pool house out back that was designed like a mini versioin of the main house. Real rich people shit. He met me at the gate wearing gym shorts and no shirt. He dabbed me up like we’d been friends forever.

“Video games first,” he said. “Hydration second. Sizzle third.”

“Sizzle,” I repeated, laughing.

“Hot tub,” he said, smiling.

We posted up in the TV room with a controller each and went straight into trash talk. Apparently he was a cool guy, like any of my friends. Mason played really competitively, like he just really into it, eyes on the screen, full body leaning forward. I couldn't help but observe his muscles. I'd never seen someone our age with those kind of serious ripples down his arms and a big, round chest. Still, I beat him twice, he beat me twice, and we both refused to look at the clock. It was a fun time hanging out, barely talking about anything deep, just sports and girls and video games. He was funny in a different kind of way, like a jock but not arrogant or annoying. I honestly never really had that much fun hanging out with any guy before. I had a few friends, but honestly I was kind of a loner. Mason, though, had a big guy energy but with no ego.

“You want the tub,” he asked, coming back with two cold soda waters from the kitchen. “I turned it on already before you came.”

He said it like he planned ahead, which made me smile.

We crossed the yard as the sun was barely starting to set behind the tall trees. The pool house was ridiculous. A small living room, a shower, a shelf of neatly folded towels, and right outside was a super nice hot tub surrounded by a stone deck. Steam was rising off of it, and it was a slightly chilly day, the perfect time to get in a hot tub. Mason tossed a couple towels onto the chair next to the hot tub.

Just before he got in, he did a sort of whole-body flex like he was bracing for the heat of the water. He really did look like a statue. Even his skin was sort of perect, just lightly golden on a smooth, pale backdrop. Everything on him was strong. I took off my shirt too. We looked at each other for a half second, then stepped in.

I lowered myself slowly, letting my ass hit the water first. It was set to a high temperature, so it just barely burned on the way in, in sort of a pleasurable way. My butt cheeks tingled, and then got used to it. I watched Mason get in with the same timidness that I did, like he was matching my energy. I dipped lower until I felt my dick and balls sink into the water. That first pulse of heat on my junk was always my favorite part of getting into a hot tub, and I was savoring it. I watched him watching me, like there was a calm , mutual understanding of how good it felt. 

"Relaxing, right?" he said, nestling back into the bench of the hot tub.

"Hell yeah," I said, closing my eyes and letting the water go up to my neck.

The jets worked fast. Heat wrapped me from the shoulders down. We sat across from each other at first, talking about sports, school, boring stuff. He asked about lifeguard shifts, like half of my DMs had done. I asked about football camp. He said he was skipping it this summer, and I clocked that as interesting.

“You saw the post,” I said finally, because pretending we hadn’t felt dumb.

He nodded once. “I saw the post.”

We let that hang.

“You ever take better ones,” he asked. “Like not at work.”

I laughed. “I don’t really do pics like that normally. Yesterday was a first.”

“You should,” he said. “Lighting is everything. Also angles. Get 'em ready to have an onlyfans later on.”

“Are you an expert,” I asked.

“I could be a coach,” he said, tapping his own chest. “I like making my friends look good.”

He stood and grabbed his phone from the ledge. “Stand up,” he said. “Just for a second. Let me show you something.”

I stood. The water ran off my chest and I became aware of my shorts sticking to my body, showing the shape and size of my dong. Mason set the phone on a small tripod like he’d done this before. He set a timer and gestured.

“Turn your hips,” he said. “Shoulders like that. Chin up. Arms loose.”

He grabbed my shoulders gently, moving me into position and setting up my stance. It was actually kind of intimate, his big, muscled body standing so close and moving me around. I thought about the day before and all the intimacy with those submissive man-lovers, and this was different.

The camera chirped a few times, little bursts. He checked the shots, frowned, then turned off the jets so the water went still.

“Better,” he said, “but not perfect. The tub light is messing with your V-lines. Let’s try by the door.”

We stepped out and stood on the cold decking. It felt strange to be directed like that, but he clearly had something in mind and I was curious what was going to happen. I kind of liked how he took control of things. He handed me a towel and told me to pat dry. He shook out his hair with his own towel and grinned.

“Okay,” he said. “Face the door. Half turn back to me. Shoulders tall. Hands at your sides. Breathe.”

We ran through a few frames. He came closer between takes, tilting my chin slightly, smoothing a wrinkle in my shorts, turning my hips, clearly showing off my junk for a good thirst trap shot. He kept it sort of professional, at first.

“You want to go without the shorts,” he asked, his voice suggestive, like there was a hint of saying something without saying it.

My heart skipped a beat, and I just said, "sure".

I didn't move for a second, and he looked me in the eye. I gave him a slight nod, and he reached to my hips with one hand and tugged down my waistband. My dick flopped out as he let them drop to my ankles. I kicked them away and stood there, fully nude, outside at some guy's house I didn't even know that well, letting him take nude photos of me. Somehow, I wasn't even self conscious. If anything, I was excited. I felt a rush, and my dick was starting to wake up as well.

He didn’t react big when he saw it. He backed up and took the shot like it was a normal Saturday, like we were just two bros documenting our gains or something like that. The deck started to feel warm under my feet. The cool air on my balls and my ass made me aware of every inch of myself that was exposed.

“Good,” he said. “Now turn a little more. Hands behind you. Thrust your hips forward.”

I followed his direction. The camera clicked. He stepped in and corrected me again, fingers firm on my hips to set the angle, then stepped back. He wasn’t rushing.

“Do you ever compare,” he asked, still focused on the screen.

I raised an eyebrow. I had heard that before. “Define compare.”

He set the phone down. “You know what I mean.” Then he suddenly peeled off his shorts. He kept his underwear on, and the fabric left no mysteries. He had a huge fucking cock in there. The wet underwear from the jacuzzi was clinging to him, but providing enough support that I hadn't noticed his bulge earlier. I could see the outline of a thick slab of meat over two impressively big balls.

"Damn," I said, "Not fair you have that body AND that cock."

"I've heard that before," he said, "but I think you're bigger than me down there." He nodded down to my cock, which was starting to harden.

After all the attention I had gotten since wearing the revealing lifeguarding shorts the day before, it was kind of a mindfuck seeing someone who matched me. It made my brain go quiet. My ego was suddenly busted.

"So you really just invited me here to see who has a bigger cock?" I said, smirking.

"Maybe," he said, blushing almost.

I shook my head ironically. I was kind of excited to at least compete in a competition like this. Maybe this is just what the cool people do that I wasn't aware of.

"Let's do it," I said, angling my hips toward him.

"Bet," he said, whipping down his underwear, revealing a long, floppy tube of meat hanging over a large pair of balls.

"Should we do it hard, then?" I asked, grabbing myself by the base.

"There's no other way to do it," he said, and started tugging.

I joined in, facing him, slapping my dick around on my hand, trying to make sure my ding dong knew it was time for business. He closed the camera app on his phone and opened up the internet browser. Soon there were college girls moaning for us through a tiny speaker while we beat our meat together, but I was mostly looking down at his hand massaging his growing python.

I finally understood the draw from the other side.

"Fuck," I said, "you are big."

"Look at you, though," he said back, gesturing down to my cock, "thing is a monster."

“Okay,” I said, smiling. “Fair.”

When we were fully hard, he stood beside me for a photo, shoulder to shoulder, our faces and dicks all showing. We checked the screen. We both laughed as he took it, not because it was exactly funny, but because the nerves were weird and the energy was just bursting out of us, or at least that's how it felt for me.

Finally, he turned to put and grabbed me, and I grabbed him back. It the first time I grabbed another guy's cock. One day prior, I would have been uncomfortable even seeing another dick, but his massive tool was breaking my brain. It dawned on me that maybe it was just perfect dicks that turned people on.

"This is gay," he said, chuckling.

"I think this is just the type of gay that I am," I replied, squeezing his shaft and exploring it with my hand.

"Me too," he said, lightly jerking me off, pointing my dick right at his.

He pushed his hips forward, lining up our dicks together. While his was big, at full hardness mine actually beat him a hair in both length and girth. It was noticeable without saying anything. We both just acknowledged it quietly for a minute while he gently touched each other. Our hands didn't even go around each other's shafts.

Finally, he spoke, still looking down at our dicks touching. "A loss is a loss," he said, "I'll pay up."

He dropped to his knees, and my mouth opened in shock. "No fucking way," I said out loud, almost on accident, shocked that this super cool guy, basically a local celebrity, was about to go down on me.

As if he were predicting a protest from me, he held my hips tight and quickly engulfed the head of my cock in his mouth. The feeling was heaven. 

"God damn," I said, breathing hard, "That feels so good."

He grunted, and kept a hand on my shaft, pumping me into his mouth while he sucked and tongued the inches that fit into him. I watched his own enormous cock hover below him, begging for attention. I couldn't reach it, but I wanted to touch it. I wiggled it with my foot, making it jump while he moaned a bit around me. He didn't exactly turn into a submissive cock slut, but he was having the time of his life playing with my cock, and in a huge surprise even to myself, I wanted a go at his as well.

I tried to push his head back a bit, but he resisted, keeping me in his mouth. I tried to lift his shoulders, but he locked onto my body and continued bobbing his head.

"Get off for a sec," I said.

He finally pulled off and looked up at me. "Why?"

"I wanna suck yours." 

A huge smile spread across his face. He leaned back and sat on his ass on the edge of the jacuzzi. I saw his plump mounds of muscular ass spread under his balls, with his big, steel hard rod resting on his bulging abs.

I had seen enough porn to have some creativity, and stood over him, dropping my balls onto his face as I leaned forward to lick his shaft. It was a rush feeling the big, thick pole touching my face. I could smell the manliness of it, and it made the whole thing feel like taboo shenanigans, like we were doing something that would get us in trouble. 

He took my dick back into his mouth, stretching his jaw as wide as it could go, and we sixty-nined, just slowly enjoying each other's dicks. I had to tell him not to use his hand too much or I would cum right away. He obeyed and opted to play with my ass and balls. Then I shifted my body, so he could venture into my hole with his tongue. 

I groaned with his cock in my mouth, while he went to town licking my ass. I loved the feeling so much, I felt like I could stay like that forever, until he shift out from underneath me and said we should switch. A second later he was sucking my dick again while I was eating him out. It felt so good, I started thrusting into his face, while digging my tongue as deep inside him as it would go. It felt like the gayest thing one could possibly do and I had zero qualms about it in the moment.

He apparently loved the rimjob more than he expected. He took my dick out of his mouth a few times and just let it rest against his face while he moaned, letting my pre-cum dribble onto his face. I felt his hole get looser and looser as it pulsed on my tongue. Finally he hit some sort of breaking point, and stood up, his dick jutting out from him obscenely into the air.

"I'll be right back," he said, disappearing into the pool house.

I sat there on the ground, wiggling my dick, wondering what the surprise would be, until he returned a minute later with a bottle of baby oil. "See if you can fuck me."

My eyes went wide. This was better than I could have possibly predicted. "Have you ever done that before?"

"Nope," he said, quickly laying out a towel and getting down on all fours.

This felt really different than the day before. This was another curious straightish guy like myself, just bending over for me. I approached him slowly and groped his ass, playing his his cheeks and pulling them apart. He was completely smooth down there, just a little pink hole waiting for me. I poured lube on him and watched it drip down his balls. Just as I started prodding his hole, feeling the ecstasy of two muscular cheeks enveloping my thick cock, he shifted away from me and flipped over. 

"I wanna see it," he said as he lifted his legs. I leaned in and pressed against him, doing a pushup position over him. He reached down and guided my dick to his hole as I pushed forward, and it popped in quicker than I expected. He tensed up, looking into my eyes like he was scared, but I didn't rush anything. I knew he would loosen up eventually.

After maybe a half hour of patiently dipping my tip inside him and pulling out, watching his face make entertaining contortions I started to press in further. He sort of gasped when I got balls deep, and didn't say anything, just watched as I used him the same way I imagined he had been using girls for a long time. He put his hands on my hips, guiding me into him deeper. I picked up the pace quickly, and in minutes I was literally making clapping noises against his body while he looked down at my soda-can-thick cock disappearing inside him. He was still getting used to it, but I couldn't resist the pleasure it gave me to be fucking an actual jock legend. The plap plap plap of our bodies was so loud and I didn't even care. I wanted to be as loud as I could. It was like announcing to the world that I was doing something amazing.

Suddenly he reached a hand around my neck, and I was so grateful for the pleasure he was giving me, I let him pull my face down and shove his tongue in my mouth. The wet warmth of his mouth was an explosion of sensation. I was glad he pressed me into the kiss, because I don't think I would've done it if not for him clearly wanting it so badly. As we made out, my butt kept bouncing on top of him and shoving my fat cock as deep inside him as it would go. His hot insides reshaped to the contours of my heavy cock while his own bounced on his abs, as hard as a rock and leaking a puddle onto himself. The kissing added a new dimension, no more layer of hetero existed in the interaction. We were doing gay sex, the way god intended, and it felt fucking awesome. I kissed him back and humped him until I was overwhelmed with emotion and sensation. 

"I'm gonna cum," I said.

"Can you jerk me off?" he asked.

I didn't even answer. I eagerly grabbed him and stroked him in time with my humps. His body writhed underneath me and his ass tensed on my cock until he shot a hot load up to his neck, streaking his rippling body, his pecs and abs forming rivers of his white wetness. I felt him pulse through his ass, and I hit the edge soon after, moaning into his mouth as I let loose inside him. Being the gooner porn addict that I am, I watched his ass closely as I pulled out, desperate to see my load leak out of him. I held his dick and balls in my hand as the head of my cock finally plopped out of him, quickly followed by my voluminous load.

"I can still feel you inside me," he said, as I let go of his junk, taking a step back to look at my work. The hung jock All-American was a pile of muscles and cum.

“Those photos,” he said, eyes closed. “We should delete them, right.”

“We should probably delete them,” I said.

We went through them and decided to keep two. One of the ones we kept showed both our faces and large cocks next to each other, comparing. We were smiling in the photo. We looked like a pair of jock teammates after a good game. He sent them to me, but didn't delete them off his phone. We couldn't let go of the memory of the night. Even after cumming, it was hot and fun and special. It felt like a preview of how much fun I would be having for the rest of my life, now that I was technically sexually active.

We laid down on the towel he had laid on the grass, on our backs. Still nude, side by side. It was a little chilly, but our bodies were still warm from the jacuzzi, and the vigorous exercise.

“I get it now,” I said, staring at the sky. “Why people stare at me.”

He chuckled. “Welcome to the club. I've been showing off since forever.”

"You get a lot of pussy?" I asked, staring up at the stars.

"I get enough," he said, "but guys seem to care more than girls."

I chuckled. "Yeah, I've noticed that."

—[]—

We toweled off and found clean T-shirts in a folded stack by the door. He walked me to the gate. On the way out, he nudged me with his elbow.

“You’re fun,” he said.

“Same,” I said. “We should run it back sometime.”

“Anytime,” he said.

The road home felt shorter than usual. I checked my phone and saw the aftershock of the post still hitting. More likes, more DMs, a few comments from people I didn’t recognize. I didn’t even respond. I was spent for now. Not just my horniness, but the need for attention and validation.

Right as I set my phone on my nightstand, it buzzed.

Ryan*:* you up?

I smiled at the screen and let the message sit. I wasn’t trying to be dramatic. I just liked the feeling of being the one who got asked.

Me: yeah

Ryan: can I call?

I lay back on my pillow and stared at the ceiling, water still drying on my skin. The summer had turned into something I didn't expect.

Me: sure