Please note: This is a work of fiction involving gay sex. Hot, sweaty gay sex. If you don't like the idea of a beefy, veiny cock plunging into the asshole of groaning man, GTFO. Especially if you live in a community of crazy-ass Mormons or Baptist Christians. In that case, move out. Now. Oh, and if you managed to get this far into the Nifty Archives without figuring this out, you should really avoid procreation. Stupidity may be genetic.
It was Friday. I hated Fridays at work. While all of the hot straight guys were chasing tail and getting drunk, I was stuck lifeguarding the octogenarians, the screaming babies, and the ugliest people I've ever seen that crawl out to the pool on the best night of the week. Why I signed up for these shifts, I'll never know. I was guarding a grand total of 5 people.
About halfway through the late night swim, one of the members of our swim team, Nick, walked in and waved at me. I didn't know who he was beyond that.
"Hey. What's up?" I realized as I asked him that he was definitely one of the better looking guys on the team. He looked like he was a year or two older than me, with a wide, chisled jaw and bright blue eyes.
"Not much. Did a lot of sitting on my ass this week; had way too much homework. Just came to get a bit of last minute practice in before our meet next week."
"Nice. I'll clear a lane for you."
"Thanks."
As I pulled the lane rope out and secured it in the pool, Nick got his equipment ready. I grabbed my rescue can and got back up in the lifeguard chair. Just in time.
I looked back over, and there he was. He was wearing a loose shirt, so up until that moment, he looked like any average guy. But as he reached up and pulled the shirt off, I realized that he was no such thing. He had the typical build of a swimmer, very slim but densely covered in muscle with almost no body fat. More significantly though, he was lightly covered in thick black hair. It was thickest on his upper chest, then tapered down to a thick line running down his stomach, boldly separating the two columns of abs, then plunging below his beltline. In essence, his treasure trail started at his solar plexus.
Then he reached down and unbuckled his belt, which initially suprised me, as I had expected him to go back to the locker room to change. But he quickly revealed that he was wearing only a speedo underneath his jeans. It had to be the smallest I'd ever seen on a swimmer not at a meet, maybe one inch on the thighs. It also showed most of the area directly above his cock, which revealed that he was a proponent of shaving.
A screaming baby finally tore my eyes away from him, but my mind stayed with him. I watched the other swimmers, but him more than the rest, though I was careful as what I was doing would become obvious given how few people were here.
As usual, almost no one stayed the full hour, they slowly trickled out until he was the only one left in the pool. When he saw this at the end of a length, he got out and walked up to me.
"Everyone else gone?" he asked, in that great deep voice again.
"Yeah. That's how it usually ends up."
"Oh. How much time is left in the swim?"
"About 20 minutes."
"Sweet. Do you mind if I stay for the whole thing?"
Not if you get naked first, I thought. "No, of course."
"Can you do me a favor though?"
"What's that?"
"Can you turn the lights off? I love swimming in the dark."
"Sure. Just don't tell anyone."
He finished the rest of his swim without another word until I told him that the swim was over.
He started talking to me as we walked towards the locker room and guard office.
"So I know it's a random question, but why do you work this shift? I mean, wouldn't you rather be out partying?"
"I don't actually go out that much."
"Why not?"
I hesitated. One simple explanation, but it would make any future friendship awkward. A lie, but with the attached risk of him smelling bullshit.
You see, I am a new gay. I have just started to peek out of the closet in my senior year of high school, yet I felt pressure to remain where I was. I attend a catholic high school, and most of the people I know there are hardcore. There are a few people who know, but I by no means a flamer. That's why I'm here. I avoid social interaction on the pretence of introversion, where really I just fear getting over-excited or drunk and saying things I'd wish I hadn't.
"Just personal choice. Waste of time and money, and I gotta study to get into university."
He stopped, dead in his tracks. "No, that's not why. You're gay, aren't you?"
My heart missed more than a few beats. What the fuck do I do?
He took my hesitation as affirmation. To my complete shock, he nodded, said "Makes sense," and kept walking.
I stood there in a dead shock for a few seconds as he walked into the change room. I wasn't sure which I was more confused about; the fact that he'd known I was gay, or why he didn't think that the guy who had been staring at his nearly naked body for the last hour was a homo.
I waited for about 10 minutes, then began to clean up in the ladies' change room, one of my duties. I figured that the sweet piece of ass would finish up while I was busy, then I could relax.
No dice. As I walked 5 minutes later; the shower was still running. I rounded the corner thinking he'd left it on when he took off. Damn my thinking.
There he was, standing underneath the flow of the shower. Naked as a jay bird. Though I had seen almost his entire body already, this truly completed the picture. Nick was just about two inches taller than me, at around 5' 11". Unlike me, he had the genetic swimmer's body. Tall, but a very thin frame, which he had racked his muscle onto. He was a sprinter, so he had absolutely enormous shoulders and tree trunk wide, solid thighs. His pecs stood out from his chest, towering like two lateral cliffs above his abs, which rippled in perfect symmetry down his stomach. The water rolled over them, plunging past his limp, cut cock. Holy shit that thing was beautiful. Scratch that. His entire body was beautiful. He was shaved from the neck down, allowing me visual access to every inch of his pale skin.
I breathed out, not realizing that I'd been holding it in as my eyes were feasting on his body. As silent as I could manage and thankful for the cover noise of the shower, I began to walk backwards. I walked to the door, and opened it much more forcefully, making it bang into the wall to be sure he would hear me "coming in". Then I again walked around the corner to see him grabbing his towel from the pegs on the wall. He half turned to me and began to speak.
"Sorry, man. Shower felt so great I must have lost track of the time."
"It's fine with me, but you've been in here for almost half an hour. Aren't your parents going to be wondering where you are?"
"No, I live on my own now. My... I had issues with my parents."
"What issues?"
A long pause. "They kicked me out."
"What? Why?"
"Let's just say that my parents didn't like my lifestyle."
"Drugs?" My curiosity was now fully piqued.
"Men."
"Oh. Sorry to hear that. Wait, what?"
He brought his hands up from his waist, allowing his towel to fall to the ground, and pushed me against the wall, pinning my hands with his and pushing up against me with his bare chest.
"How do you think I pegged you as gay so easily?" His breath was hot on my face, his lips inches away from mine.
"Intuition?" I was so confused, I was totally at the mercy of this pool stud.
He smiled, then planted a tiny peck on my lips. Then another one. On the third, I followed his face away, and we held the kiss. He parted his lips very slightly, I felt it coming, and beat him to it. After a minute, I broke the kiss.
"My boss will be pissed if I don't close the place down in about 5 minutes."
"How are you getting home?"
"Walking." I was completely breathless.
"When do you have to be home by?"
I narrowed my eyes. "Why?"
"I want you to see my place."
I grinned. "Just let me call my folks."
"I'll be waiting out front."
I turned and half-ran back out onto the pool deck, finishing up as fast as I could. I grabbed my shit and locked up, calling my mother as I walked, telling her that I was going to a party. Out front, Nick was looking in his visor mirror, fixing his hair and smelling his breath. I smiled, and knocked on the window. He looked up, completely surprised. I smiled, and opened the door.
"Where do you live anyway?"
"Right downtown. Bachelor pad."
"Just because you can't wait to see me naked is no reason to speak with poor grammar."
"Can you help me for being just a little excited? I love guys with your body type. I can only get so big. But look at you. You are the same height as me, but you are jacked."
"Alright, now I am hard. Let's get to your place."
"Are you sure?"
"Drive, bitch!"
He smiled, and we pulled out of the parking lot.
Well, this was Part One. Part Two will be exciting, I promise. Please send comments/complaints/flames to taji(dot)nifty(at)gmail.com, and throw "Nifty" somewhere in the subject line.