Pretending To Be Gay 12

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Chapter 12: Pool Party

The holidays passed with plenty of little pockets of alone time for us. Now that we were out, it was actually more complicated to have time alone for sex. Having a sleepover was too cringey to say to my parents when I knew they knew we were having sex, so I snuck him in after everyone went to bed. Thanksgiving break he was out of town, but we facetimed and I showed him my ass while we jerked off together.

He actually had a great time with his family, and only one awkward moment when his dad called.

Around Christmas we were both home, and it was awesome. He fucked me under the mistletoe in the middle of the night, and we evaded being caught. He was my New Year’s kiss and I truly believed the following year was going to bring amazing things. Miles, graduation, college.

My instincts proved correct on January 2, when my parents said they were heading out of town the following weekend to visit family we had missed over the holidays. Johnny and I got to stay home since we had school. When I told Miles, he jumped on it immediately: “Let’s have a pool party.” The pool was heated, and with the warm spell we’d had, it actually felt like perfect timing. I nodded. "Let's do it."

The night of the party, people trickled in. Greg showed up first, smirking like he thought we’d sneak him into a secret hookup. Landon was there too, and I saw the way he kept watching Greg. It was kind of an interesting dynamic that I was observing. Landon knew Greg was gay, since we unknowingly got caught, but I couldn't just out Landon to Greg. So, it was up to them to find out together.

Joey rolled in with Brittany, which I didn’t expect, since I assumed their dramatic personalities would have clashed to critical mass by that point. Yet, they basically started shamelessly making out the minute they walked in, and didn't quit all night. I honestly wished them luck together, as much as I resented her or harrassing me so much in the past.

Rob, the baseball team captain, arrived later. He was fit, clean-cut, but stiff, like he didn’t know how to relax. He hung back a lot, sipping soda like it was communion wine. His dad was a preacher, and while he was fit as hell and the inadvertent object of ogling for many girls at our school, he was a super Christian. He literally once said aloud, "Not gonna lie guys, Jesus is my best friend," completely unironically.

About thirty people showed up in total, including this guy named Danny. He was a "fun" guy. He was known for having huge balls and a large dick, and he proved it at one point by stripping off his trunks at the poolside.  His balls were like lemons, and made every dude there, except probably Miles and Landon, feel temporarily inadequate. Everyone hooted and hollered when he went off the diving board naked and did a flip. The whole party burst out laughing and cheering while he surfaced, grinning ear to ear, before finally grabbing a towel.

Around sunset, I was chilling with Miles on a deck chair when I saw Rob sitting next to the hot tub, looking wholly uninterested in socializing. He often had a bit of judgement to the look on his face, but I remember think that it was cool that he at least came to the party. Maybe he would loosen up eventually. Maybe he just needs a push, I thought to myself.

Not far from Rob, Greg was in the jacuzzi with Landon, and I saw them whispering to each other. I wasn't sure if it was my imagination, but it felt like they were talking about Miles and me. They started talking into each other's ears and giggling. The bubbles masked whatever was going on under the water, and I nudged Miles, who was sitting next to me, shirtless and wet, like me. I gestured to the jacuzzi. We both smiled.

"Wonder what's going on under the bubbles," I said to Miles with a mischievous smile.

"Dude, no, shut the fuck up," he muttered as he closed his eyes and shook his head, "I don't wanna hear that shit." I laughed, and watched Greg and Landon scoot closer to each other. 

Suddenly Rob stood up like he was shocked, and his eyes locked onto me from across the pool.

"Shit," I said quietly to Miles next to me. "Rob looks pissed about something."

"What happened?" Miles said.

"I don't know," I replied, standing up as Rob approached us.

"Hey!" Rob said sternly.

"You alright?" I said, whispering to not draw attention.

Rob spoke firmly but quietly. "What the fuck guys... I just overheard Greg saying you guys are fucking in the showers!"

My eyes went wide. Miles' smirk dropped off his face.

"That's not ok," Rob said, his jaw clenching. "If you guys wanna risk your souls, that's none of my business, but doing it under my watch after practice makes me responsible. I'm telling the coach on Monday."

"No," I said, fumbling for words, "that's not..." I really didn't know what to say.

"So it's true?"

Miles stood up. "Dude, you can't like, prove anything."

Rob didn't appreciate being challenged. "Well I bet there would be an investigation."

"Dude," I said, "Just relax. We won't do anything you don't want us to. We won't go to the showers anymore."

"Damn right," he said, "but I'm still telling him."

My stomach got sort of tight. I wasn't sure what the repercussions would be, but it felt like the weight of all the riskiness all year had finally caught up to us. I felt guilty. I felt ashamed. I felt like a piece of shit to be honest.

Miles sensed my turmoil. "Rob, just, is there anything we can do to avoid this?" 

He put an arm over my shoulder, holding me like he was supporting me through the stress.

"This could fuck up our senior year, graduation, even college."

Rob paused like he was cooling down a bit.

"Well I better not see you at the showers again," he said between gritted teeth. He walked off and went inside to grab his stuff and leave.

"Dude," I said, looking at Miles, "What the fuck was that?"

"Do you think he'll report us?"

"I don't know...?" I replied, unsure.

"What a dick," Miles said. 

"Stupid Greg," I replied. As Miles half hugged me with his hands around my waist, I felt the nerves start to melt away. Maybe he wouldn't tell anyone. Maybe we had gotten away with it for now. 

The party was taking up all the space in the pool and inside, so when Miles started giving me the look, we slipped into the pool house, which no one had entered yet. We started making out immediately and groping each other through our shorts. Soon I was bent over the couch while he went to town on me, shoving his pringles can of a cock into my begging hole. I was pulling on my dick roughly and Miles was hitting that really good spot that I only get in doggy style. His hands were holding my hips tight and he was using my body like it was a toy. I always forgot how strong he was until he started railing me. He basically lifted my body into the air to fuck me like a living fleshlight.

I was just about to cum when out of nowhere, Greg and Landon burst in, holding each other by the hips and giggling before they froze, they eyebrows raising. It wasn't actually Miles and me that were caught, it was them. Miles, true to his nature, didn't stop fucking me, but I stopped stroking myself, and just smirked at them.

"Shit," Landon said, his face bright red. Greg just stared with a big smile. Landon started to fumble on his words, then turned to leave.

"Guys," I said to them, "Wait."

Miles finally stopped and moved his gaze from my hole up to my face. "No dude, I don't wanna see that. My eyes would literally fall out."

I thought for a second, then eyed the pool house bathroom across the room from us. "Let them do it in there," I said, gesturing with my head.

"Great idea!" Greg said excitedly, then grabbed Landon by the hand and pulled him into the bathroom. 

It occurred to me that the bathroom had a squeaky door handle and it sometimes popped itself open randomly. I almost said something, but the door slammed shut and Miles and I were alone again.

He started pressing back into me and, as usual, I forgot about everything else in the world. He was going slowly now, in that phase where he's trying not to cum. I was enjoying the slow burn, and just rubbed the pre-cum into my shaft equally slowly, matching his pace. I looked at his eyes as he started to sweat. A drop fell off his nose and landed right on my face. I blinked and had to lift my head for a second, and that's when I saw it.

The bathroom door had popped open, and I saw Landon's mega cock going at Greg's hole with the same ferocity that Miles always gave me. It was surreal seeing another dick as big as Miles'. Luckily, Miles couldn't see that way at all, because he wouldn't want to "see that shit", as he always put it whenever Landon's  theoretical sex life came up in conversation.

Through the cracked door I caught continued flashes of Landon’s muscular, pale ass as Miles started slamming into me hard again. The group nature of it was making it so hot. Greg looked like he was having the time of his life as he took the heavy cock as rough as Landon could give it. I watched Landon's butt cheeks tense up and the muscley bounciness jiggle back and forth as he took his pleasure and lost his virginity to Greg. Soon they started moaning, losing their control over their vocals, but Miles just did his thing and ignored them, slamming into me. I learned to feel when he was going to cum, just from his pace and the extra thickness in his cock that would appear near climax. He didn't even have to tell me. I watched both Miles and Landon orgasm at about the same time, their giant cocks throbbing inside different asses. I jerked myself furiously with Miles' dick and load inside me until I spilled onto my chest and abs, then lay back and caught my breath. 

Miles was still slowly pulling out of me when Landon and Greg walked back into the room, totally naked. Landon's dick hung low and thick, just like Miles'. They didn't really acknowledge each other as we all wiped ourselves with damp towels and put our trunks back on. But I asked Greg and Landon, "How was it?"

Miles just shook his head briefly, with a vocal, "pssh".

"It was awesome," Greg said.

Landon nodded and smiled at him. "Yeah."

We went back out to the pool and the rest of the party kept rolling. Brittany stirred some drama, Joey just laughed it off, and I spotted a girl I used to crush on. For a second, I remembered how that felt, but it was distant now, like re-watching an old show. By midnight, most people had left. It was just me, Miles, Greg, and Landon on the couch, with Danny drying off outside and presumably about to leave as well. But I was still feeling some leftover energy.

Johnny walked past, then stopped and smirked at the four of us on the couch instead of heading upstairs. “You guys are probably gonna keep me up all night anyway, so I'll hang for a bit,” he muttered, and plopped down on the big couch between Miles and Greg.

Johnny put on some streaming show, but I had way too much Mountain Dew in me to let things end with falling asleep to TV. I got up and headed to the basement door, looking back to ask Miles, "Have you ever seen my basement?" hinting for him to follow.

I went downstairs and waited in the dark on the couch. I didn't turn on the TV, just played with my phone for a minute until someone started coming down the stairs. I just listened to his feet clomping until I heard Miles' voice. "Damn it's dark down here."

"Over here," I said, and he followed the light of my phone until he plopped down next to me on the couch. We started fondling each other in the dark, and it was super fun. Total, pitch black darkness was kind of wild. I felt his giant cock and noted how I never got tired of that thing. I leaned down to start sucking it, and just when I was working it into my throat and feeling his body melt beneath me, I heard other footsteps down the stairs. I ignored it, assuming it was Landon or Greg and they would either join or get the fuck out when they noticed what was happening. Miles was in his typical zoned out state, tuning them out completely. Then I heard yet another set of footsteps coming behind them. Ah, I thought to myself, Greg and Landon both ditched Johnny. Poor guy, I'll have to go give him company when I'm done here.

But then a hand started rubbing my back. I looked up, but couldn't see anything in the pitch black. I tried to think, how many footsteps did I hear come down?

I took my chances and reached for the crotch of whoever it was. I felt it. It was a giant hog, getting hard in my hands. It was Landon. Nice, I thought. I kept sucking Miles while I let Landon do whatever he was going to do to me. I heard at least one other person in the room, presumably on the other side of Landon. I heard a bottle snap open, and felt Landon's giant, wet cock press against my ass. I knew Miles wouldn't care as long as he didn't have to see it.

There was a bit of a blur over the next hour or so. No one turned on the light, enjoying the pitch black and I lost track of who was in my mouth, who was inside me, and who was jerking me off. I could tell at least one wasn’t Miles or Landon, the size and shape were not like the inhuman girth I had memorized. Their dicks were almost identical, enormous. I closed my eyes at one point and chuckled to myself, I just hope it's Greg and not Johnny.

Then I felt another dick, a distinctly different dick than the ones I was used to. It wasn't Landon's, and it wasn't Miles', and... it was the second one that didn't belong to them. My mind was racing trying to do the logic puzzle and try to figure out how I could have possibly NOT just jerked off Johnny and taken him into my mouth. I came up short.

"Oh shit," I said out loud, but I didn't let go of the thick dong in my hand. 

"What is it?" said a male voice above me. Confusion in my brain. It wasn't Johnny. I breathed a sigh of relief when it hit me.

"Oh," I said, "Hey Danny... didn't know you were into this."

"Johnny said they were giving out free blowjobs down here." I could hear the jovial smirk in his voice.

"He didn't come down did he?" I just had to ask, the panic not fully leaving my body yet.

"I have no idea," he said, then I felt his dick start tapping on my face. He was done talking.

I just shook my head and chuckled, and pulled him by his muscular ass back into my mouth. I grabbed his giant lemon sized balls and tugged on them roughly while I gave him a rapid blowjob with the enthusiasm that only comes from realizing it was just him.

It was impossible to keep track of whose dick or ass was in or on me at any given time, but I was learning that it was more enjoyable not to ask any questions. A group thing in the dark was turning out to be the most fun way to end the night. I took a couple loads in my ass, one from Landon or Miles, identifying based on their size, and at least one from among the others. Grunts and moans reached a climax at some point, then faded over time.

I laid down to sleep with Miles holding me on the couch, butt naked. I wasn't even sure who else was left in the room. I only identified Miles by his voice, when he called my name. I gave him a long, slow kiss, then curled up in his chest. My life was perfect with him in it. 

I woke up before him the next day, watching his open mouth drool onto the couch cushions. We were alone in the basement. My mind flashed through the night before, all the fun, the butts, the dicks. Then Rob.

"Oh shit," I said aloud. 

I reached for my phone, and saw a text from him: Not sure how I feel about what I heard. Thinking of reporting it. Gonna pray on it.

I just rolled my eyes, and texted back: Thanks dude. I will pray on it as well.

I was not religious, but I was thinking of finding religion with all the panic that he was inspiring in me. I messaged Greg on snap to tell him how much he fucked us over and to not tell any narcs about us. He just responded with a nude pic in my bathroom mirror upstairs, with the caption “sowwy”.