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

Fuck, if he had only turned his body a few degrees, I would have been able to see his cock. I knew it was for the best, though. The last thing I needed in that moment was to catch glimpse of his dick—I might’ve cum right there in my underwear.

I took a deep breath before I worked up the nerve to yank briefs down my legs. They bunched at my ankles and I kicked them off. I could feel my cock swell painfully beneath my palm, and I cupped my hand over my cock as best I could. I’m not particularly big—really no more than average—but with how hard I was, it was a task to keep myself obscured when Blake’s naked butt was now only a foot or so in front of my hard dick.

Just then, Blake whipped his trunks up his legs and tugged the stretchy fabric over his ass.

Fuck, he’s done, I thought, knowing he might be about to turn around and see me. I quickly bent down and grabbed my trunks. I started to tug them up, but when I stood back up—my cock was completely exposed and rock-hard as it jut out like a beacon for the whole world to see. Blake was facing me and saw everything.

I hadn’t seen him at first. I was too busy working to get my swim trunks up and over my cock as soon as possible. And besides, I decided that if I didn’t see him looking at my hard dick, I could always live in the possibility that he hadn’t seen me standing right behind him with an erection.

“You’re never going to fit in those trunks like that,” Blake said with a mischievous grin on his lips.

I managed to stretch the trunks over my cock, but the damned thing made itself apparent enough, forming a tent out of the stretchy banana-yellow fabric.

“Yeah,” I winced, knowing that Blake had caught me. I tried to hide my embarrassment with a disaffected laugh, but it undoubtedly came off as an awkward guffaw that had done little to allay my pain.

I turned my eyes downward, again and continually pretended to adjust myself. More so, I was just trying to hide the rosy glow on my cheeks; trying to hide my sheer humiliation.

I lifted my eyes slightly and saw his trunks. The bulge inside them was formidable, but not hard; at least, not fully hard. Still, I was immediately mesmerized by what looked like a big dick crowded into the small trunks.

Finally, perhaps due to the adrenaline and the fear, my cock softened enough inside the briefs that I didn’t look quite so ridiculous. Blake had stopped watching me, which might’ve made all the difference, really. Instead, he’d started to rummage inside his locker. “I used to have a problem with that, too.”

“With what?” I asked.

Blake laughed and shook his head. “Come on, bro; your dick was as hard as a diving board; would probably thump like one, too, huh?”

I bit my lip for the millionth time and moved my hands back over my cock, hoping to hide it.

“I—I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I lied.

Blake shrugged and pulled out from his cubby a bottle of lube. My eyes immediately caught sight of it and my mind ignited with all the dirty things it suggested. Of course, I was pretty damn confused. I mean; it was one thing to fantasize about the hot swim team captain eye-fucking my bulge and then commenting on it; it was another thing entirely for that same how swim team captain to produce a bottle of lube.

“Listen, Caleb, you’re new around here, so I’m going to let you in on something—we don’t let anything slow us down when we hit the water; that includes a boners like that one,” he said.

“I figured you were used to being around naked guys, given that you’ve already been on a swim team, but Jefferson County has some small-ass schools, and I’m guessing this is your first time in a ‘real’ locker room environment.”

“Blake, I honestly don’t know what you’re trying to—”

Blake wouldn’t let me finish. He obviously knew I was full of shit just as well as I did. My feigned image of ignorance wasn’t going to cut it, not in front of Blake, who seemed to know everything about me from the moment he first laid his smoldering, cinder-brown eyes upon me.

Of course, the obviously stiff dick that I’d mercilessly squeezed into my tight swim trunks might’ve had something to do with it. I cursed my dick and its betrayal of my best defenses.

“It’s okay, bro. I’m not here to judge—quite the opposite,” Blake said, with a curl forming at the edges of his lips. “You think you’re the only gay boy from Jefferson County?”

What is he getting at? I wondered. My cheeks turned an even deeper shade of red until they were hot and red like a neon sign attached to my face.

There was no way Blake was gay. At least, the universe didn’t seem quite so generous. Guys like Blake were the jocks back in high school; the cool kids that all the girls wanted to get with, and all the guys—including me—wanted to be. They were good at everything and there was nothing they couldn’t do. But being gay was never in the cards for guys like Blake. And the first moment I’d seen him in the locker room, I felt I’d sized him up correctly.

I was starting to wonder if I’d had Blake all wrong, though. He’d certainly had me pegged right, after all; not that I was about to make it easy for him to know that.

“I’m not gay,” I protested.

“You sure?” Blake pressed.

“You weren’t getting hard looking at Roy’s ass? I bet if you’d caught a glimpse of the anaconda he somehow shoves into those swim trunks of his, your dick would be so hard it might have torn right through your jeans.”

“Whatever,” I dismissed.

“All right, bro, fine; whatever suits you,” Blake said,