Not Gay, Just Summer

Everyone is 18.

Chapter 1: Summer Hole 

I can’t really say exactly why I did it. I just did. I never had a gay thought in my life, and I wasn’t attracted to him, but my teen hormones acted before I had a chance to even think about it. Tim was lying comfortably on his bed, and when he shifted his leg position, his hole was showing. I remember being surprised that he was completely hairless down there. I had always had a layer of fuzz on my ass. 

Seeing his teen hole on display gave me a moment of awkwardness, even though we had been comfortable being naked around each other our entire lives. But today, I got a deep look at his most intimate area, and I got an uncomfortable boner in my shorts. When we came back into his room after swimming in his pool, he had decided to air dry, and unwrapped his towel, laying naked over it on his bed. I had dried off and put on shorts, and we started playing on our phones, with some youtube brain rot playing in the background.

The way his pink hole stared at me while he scrolled away was mesmerising. I told myself that it just reminded me of a girl’s ass, but it gave me a burning in my stomach like having my first crush. 

So, I did it.

I pulled down my shorts mid thigh, and started slowly stroking my pole while looking at him. He was facing away so he didn’t notice. I didn’t even know what I was doing, but it felt surreal. I grabbed his ass with my non-jerking hand, and he laughed, keeping his eyes on his phone. I started giving it little slaps, and he replied with an “oh baby uhh” like an exaggerated pornstar.

Before I knew what was happening I leaned forward and pushed my dick up between his butt cheeks, groaning as I thrust forward and started rubbing it right on his hole. 

“Bro what the fuck!” he exclaimed, flinching away from me and turning around to face me. He sat there naked, looking me in the eye with a confused, curious expression, then looked down at my big erection. I never liked to brag but I had one of the bigger dicks among my friends. At least the ones I had seen hard. When he saw my fat hog standing tall, I saw his dick flinch and start to get hard. If mine was big, his was giant. He was the hung one in our friend group, certainly the only one that made me ashamed of my own. Even on his smaller frame, he had a fat ass and a monster dingdong. If you looked at him naked, you’d think that puberty only hit him in his crotch. His scrotum started to move with a mind of its own as his oversized shaft moved from flopping down to started to lightly pulse to the left. I remember thinking this was getting a little gay.

“What’re you doing bro?” he asked, making an attempt to close his knees and cover his cock. It was a new feeling seeing him have any sort of shame or modesty. I had even seen him with a boner infinity times, but this one obviously had a different connotation.

I looked at him, not knowing what to say. “I just…I don’t know.” 

“You gay for me?”

“No.”

“Then WHAT WAS THAT??” he exclaimed again.

“Shh! Your mom is right downstairs!” I insisted.

He shrugged in an exaggerated way, and mouthed the word, “Well??”, waiting for an answer, but I had none. There was nothing to say. 

I put a hand on his chest, and pressed him back until he lay on his bed. I put my hands on his thighs and spread his legs, looking at a now obscenely erect boner. His light dusting of pubes enveloping an otherwise hairless crotch. 

Then he stopped me.

Just as I was about to reach down and grab his cheeks that had put me in a mind-vice in the last few minutes, he grabbed my wrist. “No.”

My face was sad, sort of embarrassed, but accepting of this obvious boundary. “Sorry, bro.”

“It’s ok,” he said reassuringly. 

“Can I just kiss it?” I asked.

“Nope,” he said, and he stood up and turned away from me. I knew he was intentionally teasing me, and I liked it. He bent over and his cheeks spread again, showing that pink piece of heaven I wanted, better than any girl I had seen. It wasn’t even his feminine, perky butt that was getting my attention–it was the instant flash in my mind of putting my dick in that warm, tight hole that was driving me wild. He found a pair of underwear and put them on, effectively closing up shop. My mind popped out of the trance I had been in, and I was suddenly confused. What the fuck was I thinking?

We didn’t talk about it again that day, just went back to shooting the shit and then playing some COD. The next day he invited me over again, so I knew things were cool. I intentionally avoided looking at his ass, and the issue dissipated from my brain. Just a random flush of hormones after all.

Then, the next month, Summer started.

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Last Summer were both eighteen, in that weird post-high school, pre-college Summer where everything felt like a last. Last shift at the pool. Last group hang at the lake. Last time skipping a party to sit on the roof and talk about nothing. Tim and I were always close, but suddenly we were around each other all the time—like gravity. He was my closest friend, my ride to everything, my go-to for spontaneous midnight Taco Bell runs. We’d grown up side by side and never grown out of it, and now we were at the pinnacle of closeness.

It started as a joke—one night we were acting silly and stupid, and he decided to flash me his ass. We were sitting on his roof in lawn chairs with a couple red cups, and I looked away for a moment as a police siren drove by, when I looked back, he was bent over less than a foot away from me, showing me that pink hole on his tight, hairless ass. The sensations of that day after the pool came flooding back to me, and my eyes widened.

“Bro!” I shouted, and started laughing hysterically, getting a full ab workout in a few seconds. He started laughing too, pulled up his pants and sat back down.

I looked him in the eye, and paused for a second. “Can I kiss it?”

He looked at me pretending to be confused, but he knew what I meant. He shook his head slowly and moved on to the next joke. He grabbed a tennis ball out of the chair pocket, and pretended I was a dog. 

“Here boy, you want it?” he said while shaking the ball, making me laugh. 

“Go get it boy!” he said as he threw the ball off the roof and across the front lawn.

“That would’ve killed the dog.” I said, chuckling.

“You’re still a good boy,” he said.

“Aww.”

I thought that one day was behind me, but it wasn’t. It was just dormant until I saw my muse again.

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The next time the thought occurred to me, we were floating side-by-side in his pool, the stars reflected in the still surface like they were part of the water. We were alone—his parents asleep, the Bluetooth speaker low, the world soft around the edges.

“You ever think about letting me eat your ass?” I asked, not looking at him.

He snorted. “What, like you actually wanna give me a rimjob?”

I shrugged. “Maybe. You’re right here.”

He splashed water at me, grinning. “Nah. You’re not my type.”

“Rude,” I said. But I smiled too.

After that, it became a bit. I’d say, “Hey Tim, want a rimjob?” while we waited for burgers at a party, or after losing a round of Mario Kart in his basement. He’d roll his eyes or shoot back a dry “Nope” without even looking up from his phone.

It was never serious. Until, maybe, it was.

Something changed around late July. We were getting sentimental, maybe without meaning to. Everything we did felt tinged with a little goodbye. Our friend group started breaking off—people leaving early for orientation, or new jobs, or going on extended vacations. Me and Tim were the only ones still around. Neither of us had a girlfriend to say goodbye to.

More nights swimming. More late drives. More quiet.

The day it shifted for real, we’d just come back from a beach bonfire with some kids we barely knew from school. He’d driven us home, both of us sunburned and sleepy. The next morning, it was already hot out, so we jumped in his pool before breakfast.

Afterward, we were drying off on his back porch, wrapped in towels, feet on the warm concrete. The house was still asleep. Tim sat across from me, looking half-squinting in the morning light.

I looked at him, his face looked like his heart was racing. Something was different. “You want a rimjob?”

He didn’t smirk this time.

He rubbed the back of his neck, looked down, then met my eyes.

“I’m not gay,” he said. “But… if you want to, I won’t stop you.”

I blinked. “Seriously?”

He gave the smallest nod. “You just gotta do all the work. Like, don’t expect me to… I dunno. Lead it or whatever.”

I sat up, towel bunching around my waist. “Why now?”

He shrugged, then frowned, thinking harder. “I guess… you kept asking. And it stopped feeling like a bad thing. And I thought… I’d probably always wonder what it would’ve felt like. With you specifically. And we’re leaving soon, right?”

That hit me in the chest—how honest he was being.

“Ok fag,” I said, making us both burst out in laughter. He hit me on the arm.

“So this is like a memory,” I said, still half teasing.

“It’s like… a moment,” he said. “Just ours.”

I stood up and walked over, slow but sure. We were both warm from the sun, hair still damp, a little nervous but not scared. Only his Mom was inside, but she was drunk and literally never checked on us. It was a big house. He dropped his towel, showing off his larger than life cock, which was getting hard. He sat his thin frame down on the poolside chair and leaned back, unsure of what to do. He looked at me for direction.

Clueless myself, but letting my instincts take over, I dropped my own towel, revealing my rock hard dick, which was already leaking a wet spot, which somehow embarrassed me. I got on my knees, and inspected his thighs, lifting up his legs and showing me that hole I had been fantasizing about in the back of my head for months. With nothing stopping me, I finally got what I wanted, and I dove in.

I reached down to his cheeks, and got that rush again from feeling them before. Something had kicked in that day. Maybe I hadn’t gotten enough action from the girls this year. Maybe I just never saw his hole up close before, I honestly couldn’t remember. But the feeling in my gut and in my crotch told me this was right. 

I lifted his ass up, and he helped by grabbing his own legs behind the knees and pulling them to his shoulders, serving me up a proper plate of pink, buddy hole. I couldn’t resist any longer, and I leaned down and started making out with it. He immediately started groaning. I thought it would feel weird to him, but he just leaned into it, apparently thanks to my confidence and motivation. I stuck my tongue deep inside him, and felt his body squirm under my face. He started to moan and jerk his dick and I got worried he was going to draw his mom’s attention from inside, so I briefly paused to grab a dirty sock from our clothes pile and shove it in his mouth. He didn’t even open his eyes when I did it, just groaned in acceptance.

I reached up to replace his hand, and found a new thrill. I didn’t just want to play with his ass, I wanted to get him off. I felt like an animal, trying to pleasure him any way I could. I ate him out and jerked him for several minutes, edging him whenever his pulses told me he was about to cum. His big cock felt even bigger in my hands than it felt when I saw it hard all those times in the past. When his hole was sufficiently loose, wet and puckering, I had another urge. I stood up and pressed my pre-cummy, wet cock onto his hole. I was already close to cumming, but shoving it into him, and feeling his warm tightness clamp down on me made me throb and cum immediately. He huffed and groaned at the intrusion, and leaned into it as I jerked him to his own intense, pulsing orgasm, as he covered his chest and lean abs in his juices. He tensed up as he came, and caught his breath as I slowly let go of his cock and let it plop back onto his stomach with a wet smack. My cock left his hole with a sloshy sound, and my cum leaked out of him before he tightened his hole to keep the rest in. It took us a minute gather ourselves after the intensity of our orgasms.

When I pulled back, he let out a breath.

“That was weird,” he said.

“Weird bad?”

“Weird good,” he said. Then added, “Still not gay, though.”

“Obviously.”

He smirked, and we jumped back into the pool like nothing had changed. But obviously something had. Not in a way we had to name. Just… a door had opened. A moment that would live in both of us, stitched into the fabric of the summer we grew up. That was not the last time I got to feel his hole.