"Well I Can See Why She Likes It" — Chapter 2

Everyone is 18.

Chapter 2: Poolside Confidence

The next morning, I woke up before Kenny. I watched a golden stripe of morning light illuminate his muscular back and ass as he lay naked on his bed. He looked peaceful. The events of the night before replayed in my head like a vivid dream. But I knew it wasn’t a dream. It was real. I could feel it in my body. And I had no idea what it meant.

I tiptoed to the bathroom, my body still humming. When I looked in the mirror, I almost didn’t recognize myself. I looked the same, but something felt different behind my eyes. Like I had become a man overnight, or cracked some hidden code.

By the time I came out, Kenny was stretching. Shirtless again, of course, morning wood on full, uninhibited display. I marveled at it, wondering how I fit that thing inside me the night before. I was definitely helped by extreme hormones raging through me and the willingness to go through with it. He looked over and flashed a sleepy smile.

“Morning, buddy.”

“Morning,” I said, quietly. My cheeks flushed. He gave no indication anything unusual had happened between us.

We kept it casual in front of Mom and my sister, but Kenny couldn’t help slipping in a few inside jokes that only I would catch.

“Hey, pass the bananas,” he said with a smirk, nudging me under the table. “Gotta get that potassium if you want strong muscles.”

I nearly choked on my toast. “Yeah,” I muttered, “and flexibility, too.”

He raised his eyebrows just slightly, the way he did last night when he teased me, then turned to Mom like nothing happened. “This hotel bed gave me the best stretch. I feel so at ease.”

“You definitely slept well,” I whispered.

“Exactly,” he whispered back, grinning.

Later, when my sister asked why I was so smiley, Kenny answered for me.

“Must’ve been all that core work yesterday. Dude's finally standing tall.”

I could feel the heat rise in my cheeks. But I didn’t deny it.

“Pool later?” he asked casually. My sister nodded. Mom sighed, already applying sunscreen like it was a religious ritual.

Out at the pool, Kenny pulled me aside while the ladies relaxed on loungers.

“You ever talk to girls in swimsuits?” he asked with a grin.

“Do Instagram comments count?”

He chuckled. “C’mon, let’s practice.”

I trailed him like a shadow as he walked me over to two girls about our age sitting by the shallow end. Kenny struck up conversation easily, cracking a joke about poolside playlists. I stood there, heart racing.

He nudged me with his elbow.

I blurted something about the weather. Not my smoothest opener, but they laughed, and one of them offered me her sunglasses to try on. I slipped them on, and they were oversized and very feminine. Kenny gave me a thumbs up from behind the girls.

When the girls went to get drinks, I turned to him. “Was that... okay?”

“You crushed it,” he said. “Just needed a little push.”

Later, underwater, we dove deep and hovered near the drain, both suspended in the quiet blue. Our legs brushed. I looked at him, but he was already grinning through the water. He bumped my foot again, this time deliberately. I returned the nudge. A current of energy zipped through me, sharp and dizzying. We floated closer, our arms nearly touching, and I could feel the warmth of him even in the cool water. It was impossible to tell whether it was accidental, or if he was leading me into this silent dance. He reached out like he was stretching and let his fingers brush the side of my thigh. Just once. Just enough to make sure I felt it.

He kicked gently toward me again, and our shoulders touched.

I floated motionless, suspended underwater, as he ran a hand up my leg, under my shorts, and groped my ass. It was enough to pull at my hole slightly, and I was reminded of my soreness from his battering the night before. It felt good, in a way. We broke the surface for air, and he slicked his hair back, smirking like he knew he was getting away with something.

Back in the locker room, I peeled off my wet shirt and sat on the bench, my mind was still buzzing. It wasn't a one time thing last night. He was still touching my body when he wanted to.

“You’re different today,” Kenny said, pulling a towel over his shoulders.

“Different how?”

“Confident, maybe?”

I shrugged. “I think... it’s your fault.”

He laughed and sat beside me, close enough that our wet swim trunks touched. He didn’t say anything at first, just let the silence settle.

“I meant what I said last night,” I blurted. “About seeing why she likes you.”

He looked over. “You sure it’s just her?”

Tension. My breath caught. My nostrils were filled with the smell of chlorine, and, somehow, I could smell him again, or maybe it was just a sense memory from the night before. He rested a hand briefly on my shoulder.

“You’ve got more in you than you think,” he said. “Maybe we can find out what else.”

Then he stood and walked to the mirror, fixing his hair like nothing had happened. But the way he glanced at me in the reflection... it said everything.

He dropped his shorts, exposing his bare, muscular white ass. No one else in the locker room was fully naked, so he looked like he was European or something. In the mirror, I saw his large tool that had rearranged my body from the inside the night before. He saw me looking at it, and flexed his nuts, making it jump slightly upward. We laughed, and he headed for the shower. I followed him.

I pulled the shower curtain shut behind me as he turned on the water. We had a tall stall to ourselves, surrounded on three sides by clean, white tile. I pulled down my shorts, and my stiffness popped out, slapping me on the stomach, pink and throbbing. 

Unlike last night, today he appeared to be teasing me. I started to shower next to him, and he just casually handed me the body wash. I watched his large manhood hang down, twice as long as mine even though I was as hard as a rock already. I turned away from him, and asked him how to get big glutes like his, and I bent over. He finally stirred, apparently just waiting for me to take some initiative. Maybe he was encouraging me to speak out for what I wanted. 

He turned me toward him and lifted me up against the wall, all the way up, and shoved his face into my ass, holding my body up by the middle of my back with his strong hands. I held onto the shower bar above me, scared that I was over six feet in the air with my ass in Kenny's face, but he was holding me steady like I weighed nothing. He tongued my hole like it was the best ice cream cone he had ever eaten.

When I couldn't hold in my moans, he flipped me over so I was upside down, my legs over his shoulders and my ass in his face. He pushed me back against the wall, and fucked my face while he continued to eat me out. My whole world was turning upside down as much as my body was.

He pushed firmly into my throat, a bizarre stretching sensation that burned as much as it satisfied me to have his balls smacking my forehead. His strong tongue moved down my taint, and he licked my balls. I came without touching myself at all, and he shoved his tongue back in my ass while my hole throbbed around it.

My load poured down between our bodies, and he flipped me back over, holding me mid air. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and our rods pressed into each other, squeezing out the last drops of cum from mine. He humped into my body, rubbing his heavy pole against my shaft and my stomach while he held me up by my hips. I looked him in the eye, and put my hand on the back of his head. He leaned down and kissed me. I dared to press even further, and I reached down to his heavy dick, readjusting my body to push his girth right at my hole. 

He finally said something, whispering into my ear, "you ready for more of that?" 

"If you want to," I said.

His eyes narrowed. "If you want to."

I kissed him again, while he reached his long arm over to grab a bottle of conditioner, and squirted it liberally onto his shaft, and pressed into me. It burned as much as the night before. It was more raw, more explicit, more clear what we were doing.

I bounced my body, accepting my guts being rearranged as the payment for him pushing that button inside me. He went so fast this time that my body was vibrating in the air. His hips plop-plop-plopped in wet slaps against me. My dick slapped back and forth between our stomachs and I felt myself nearing another climax. This time, I got to see his face, his pecs and his abs, and his thick shaft disappearing under my balls. His body tensed repeatedly as he used me how I wanted to be used. Another minute later, I was squirting cum up to my chest while he throbbed inside me, and his tongue massaged the inside of my mouth. 

Afterwards as we dried off, there was a strange mix of silence and clarity. I sat on the bench, towel around my waist, while Kenny stood in front of the mirror, fully nude, rubbing lotion into his shoulders and arms like it was any other day.

"So," I said, my voice kind of nervous and rough, still trying to find the right tone. "You... help me talk to girls, with confidence, but then... we're also..."

He looked at me in the mirror, then turned around. "Yeah," he said simply, not defensive, almost chuckling. 

"It's just kinda weird, right? Like, I don't even know what to make of it."

"You don't have to," he replied. "Some stuff’s just about being in the moment."

I nodded slowly. It didn’t feel like manipulation. It felt like being handed the keys to a world I didn’t know existed. He wasn’t asking anything from me. He was just letting me exist in it.

I stared at the floor for a moment. I could still feel him inside me. Still taste the last kiss on my lips.

He watched me, and grinned. "I know enough to enjoy what feels good."

I smiled, a little stunned by the honesty. I wasn't sure if I was his dirty little secret, or something else entirely. But whatever this was, I felt alive. I felt confident. But then a question arose in my gut.

"Are you just using me to get off because you can't get with my sister this week?"

He looked a bit hurt. He sat next to me and put an arm around me. I got self conscious that people might see, but we were alone at the moment.

"No, dude," he said, "I know it's wrong to cheat on her, but for some reason it doesn't seem like it should count if it's with a guy. And I like fucking you."

I guess I wasn’t just his dirty little secret. Maybe I was his newest project.

"Have you been with a guy before?" I asked.

"Yeah."

"Are you bi?"

"I guess."

I pondered for a second.

"Can I fuck you back tonight?"