Diving Deep by Edward Raines (e book reader for pc .txt) 📗

whether he could hear me. And by the time I’d stopped replaying the encounter in my mind, I realized that the team was changing out of their clothes and into their swim shorts.

I’d been caught completely off-guard by this. But I’d no excuse. I knew exactly what swimming was all about. And when I’d seen the skimpy little shorts in each of the locker spaces, I knew that the moment would happen sooner or later. I guess I hadn’t expected it to be so soon, though.

I still had a half-hard cock in my jeans as I’d only just a moment ago stopped thinking about Blake ‘riding my ass.’ How was I supposed to fit inside the tight, stretchy swim-trunks? More importantly, how was I supposed to get naked in front of all these sexy college boys?

And the fact that, as I looked around, I saw the hottest guys I had ever seen in my life, all working out of their pants and underwear, until they were completely bottomless, was not doing a damned thing to deter my hard dick.

I looked straight ahead and saw Roy; his smooth chocolate skin taut over each sinewy muscle, as he bent forward and I saw the side of his naked butt. He turned away from me slightly, and I caught a faint silhouette of his cock and balls as they hung between his tight, muscular thighs.

“Fuck,” I whispered to myself.

Move your eyes… move your eyes AWAY! I thought to myself, as though my conscience was commanding me like a drill-sergeant.

I knew that if I didn’t turn away soon, somebody was going to catch me looking. But, when I moved my eyes from Roy’s ass, I saw instead, one of the other swimmers standing naked nearby—his cock and balls in full view. His sack was tight and shaved, and his cock impossibly long for it being soft. I knew when hard, it must be seven or eight inches, easy.

My own cock swelled more in my jeans and I bit my lip, as if trying to move my attention elsewhere.

I finally managed to look away, but to do so was all-out torture. I’d spent my entire High School years wanting nothing more than to see college-boy dick. And now it was hanging right in front of me, like an orchard of big, juicy cocks just ready for the picking. And I wanted to do a lot more than pick them!

“Let’s go, let’s go!”

I heard Blake’s voice precede him.

Suddenly, he was walking through the locker room and towards me, eyeing me. “Come on, Best; we aren’t in the business of being slow around here.” Furrowed his brow and lowered his voice. “Get naked, now.”

The sultry context would have been enough to make me even harder than I already was. But Blake’s quick and authoritative tone only made it worse for me. I wanted nothing more than to obey his every sexy command. But I was confused at what I was supposed to do. I couldn’t bloody well undress now—not when my dick was like a flag-pole inside my jeans. But Blake didn’t seem to care about my hesitation. And I knew he wasn’t going to be the sort to let me wring my hands and pick the perfect moment—that wasn’t exactly a ‘swimmer’s mindset,’ after all.

So, I started out of my jeans. I slowly lowered them. I figured that, even if I was slow, the sight that I was doing anything at all was better than nothing, right? Blake took to the locker next to mine, just as he had done earlier, and started out of his clothes like the rest of us.

Fuck me, this is the last thing I need right now, I thought.

My eyes turned up slightly, and I saw only Blake’s butt a foot or so before my face. He quickly worked out of his pants and suddenly I saw his ass, in nothing but a pair of tight, white low-rise briefs. They hugged his lean, muscular body like a glove, perfectly accentuating the curves of his cheeks as they dipped inward in the crack. I let my eyes linger for a moment, and took a long, deep breath, savoring the millisecond or so that I afforded myself to steal a glance.

The raucous atmosphere of the locker room started to die out as one by one, each of the swimmers started out to the pool, including the other new swimmer, Eric Bonny, who seemed more like an obedient soldier than a swimmer in the way he quickly fell into the routine and raced out of the room in his new trunks.

“Can’t wait to see how hard you hit it,” Blake said over his shoulder.

“Oh yeah?” I said, feeding the small talk as an opportunity to see more of his butt. I’ll hit it as hard as you want me to, or better yet, maybe you could hit it, instead? I thought. I took another look at his ass. Only this time, he tugged his briefs off right before my eyes, and I caught a glimpse of Blake’s impossibly-fucking-perfect ass, completely naked and taut as could be.

“Fuck me,” I muttered, before realizing that I might’ve said this loud enough for Blake to have heard me.

“What’s that?” Blake asked.

“Um, nothing,” I said, as my cheeks turned bright red.

How the hell was I supposed to fit into my tiny swim trunks when everything in sight seemed determined make my dick as hard as the lead pipes running along the ceiling of the locker room? Blake looked back over his shoulder and must’ve seen that I was only halfway out of my jeans.

“Caleb, bro; come on, man, pick up the pace,” he said.

“Sure thing,” I said, and dropped my jeans.

I quickly moved my hands over the bulge in my briefs, and bit my lip as I grabbed my swim trunks and prepped myself for the moment of truth. I could only look ahead and sneak another glimpse at Blake, whose ass remained completely naked and ripe for touching.