18 comments/ 20521 views/ 12 favorites Billy Ray By: Ford2020 The first story I submitted to Literotica only drew comments from about 5% of readers; therefore, I am requesting that if you do read this story, please consider leaving a comment, no matter how brief. I only began writing fiction again about six years ago and can use all the constructive criticism I can get. Thanks, the author Colby kept shuttling back and forth between the adult pool and the kiddie pool, careful to keep a watchful eye on both as throngs of people kept filtering in and out of the city's central swim center. In this his final summer as chief lifeguard at the center, he was amazed at the number of people coming through and more convinced than ever that this year's crowds were the biggest he'd seen in his three years of working here. Of course the kiddie pool had always been a popular attraction for the kindergarten set who seemed to have a natural love of water and for their parents who were forever on the lookout for ways to entertain their little ones over the long summer months. But the much larger and deeper adult pool was suddenly proving to be very popular as well. Colby chalked it up to a heat wave that was driving records numbers of teenagers to the area's water attractions. Colby didn't mind the hectic activity so much because it kept the eager beaver young assistants that the parks department had assigned to him busy and out of his hair. Tessa and Jim had been recruited from the swim teams at local high schools, just as Colby had been, and while their water skills were good, their people skills were poor to nonexistent which meant that any significant interaction with the public generally sent them scurrying to find Colby. Lucky for him Colby had trained junior lifeguards before, and knew how to channel their energies before they overwhelmed him with endless questions. He had put these two in charge of swimming lessons and also assigned them the task of periodically checking the locker rooms. Despite the occasional headaches of the job, Colby had truly enjoyed the summers he'd spent here and knew he was going to miss the place once he moved on to college in the fall. But then again he wasn't going to miss it too much. He had already been accepted into the creative writing program at State University and was looking forward to trying out for their nationally-ranked swim team. He would be joining his older brother Scott who was about to begin his third year at State. Colby looked up to his brother like no one else. Just then Colby's reverie was disrupted when Tessa and Jim came running up to him. "Oh, wow," said Jim, a little breathless. "You should see what's going on outside the gates." "What?" asked Colby. "Three black guys, drinking, smoking, playing rap music real loud," said Tessa, just as excited as Jim. "Where?" said Colby. "Outside. Over there . . . by the picnic tables," responded the trainees simultaneously, indicating an area just beyond the main entrance gates. As Colby made his way over to the area, he could see that the trainees had not been exaggerating. Three young guys were perched on one of the picnic tables adjacent to the swim center, laughing and talking, drinking beer, and playing a boom box so loudly that patrons throughout the swim center could hear it. And sure enough, one of them was taking furtive tokes on what looked like a marijuana joint. Colby shook his head and sighed. City rules strictly forbade drinking, smoking and loud parties in the parks. Generally speaking, lifeguards were not responsible for activities that went on outside the swim centers; however, as city employees, they were obligated to say something or report an obvious infraction taking place on city property if they saw one. Normally this wouldn't be such a big deal, but in this case, it might be. These three guys weren't just black, they were tough, street savvy, and showing lots of attitude. Colby did not relish the idea of telling them they needed to take their party elsewhere. As he approached the trio, Colby thought he recognized one of them, the oldest one, the one with the joint. If he wasn't mistaken, it was a guy who used to be one of his brother Scott's best friends. His name was Billy Ray Johnson, and he played on the same state district champion football team that Scott once did. In fact, Scott and Billy Ray had been the two standouts on the team, playing quarterback and principal wide receiver respectively. And like Scott, Billy Ray received a full scholarship to State to play ball at the college level. Some people even thought that of the two of them, Billy Ray had the greatest potential to move on to the pros, but, alas, it was not to be. Only weeks before he was to report to campus, Billy Ray was arrested for drug possession, and eventually sent to prison for a couple of years. Everyone talked about how tragic it was that a young man with such a promising future had seen it all snuffed out by such a stupid mistake. Colby had met Billy Ray through his brother, but had come to like him an awful lot. He took the news of Billy Ray's arrest especially hard. Lots of kids dabbled in drugs, he knew. And it seemed to him somehow bitterly unfair that Billy Ray had been made to pay such a high price for doing something that many others also did. It also occurred to Colby that hanging out with a bad crowd, drinking in public, and smoking marijuana were probably also not on the list of things someone should be doing if he was on parole. He knew he would have to handle this situation carefully. "Hey, look who it is!" exclaimed Billy Ray who recognized Colby even before the young lifeguard had a chance to greet him. "It's Scott Thorsen's little bro, the swimmer boy. How the hell you been, little brother?' "Can't complain," said Colby, thoroughly relieved to see the big smile of recognition on Billy Ray's face. As he exchanged a quick fist bump of greeting with his brother's former friend, Colby let go of any apprehension that this might turn into a confrontation. "And how's the big man himself?" asked Billy Ray. "How's good ole Scott?" "Good," said Colby, "at least he was the last time I saw him. He's all wrapped up in college stuff and we don't see much of him." "Yeah, I bet he is. He's at State—right? Y'know, I was supposed to go there." "Yeah, I remember. Actually, I'm set to got there myself in the fall. But I'm not like you and Scott. They don't hand out too many scholarships to lowly swimmers." "Well, it's not like I got to use mine," said Billy Ray ruefully. "You're lucky. You still get to go. Me, I'll never see the inside of a college." "So who's he?" said one of the younger guys. "I told you: Scott's little brother. Don't you remember Scott?" said Billy Ray to the guy. "Tall, good-looking white dude from high school. He was the q.b. on the team back when I was wide receiver. We used to be real tight. Say, little brother," said Billy Ray turning back to me. "I'm blanking on your name. What was it again?' "Colby." "Fuck, that's right. How could I forget? Anyway, Colby, this here is my little bro Jamal." "Hey, man," said Jamal, taking another swig of beer. "Yeah, and over here is my blood, Tryon. We mostly just call him Try." "Hey," said Colby. Jamal gave a little laugh. "I sure am glad to see you're cool, man. When I first saw you coming this way with that lifeguard tank on, I thought for damn sure we were in for some kinda trouble. Glad that's settled. Hey, dude, you want a beer?" "Straighten up, Jamal," admonished Billy Ray who suddenly leaned over and gave his little brother a slap against the back of his head. "What the fuck!" yelped Jamal. "Can't you see the little dude is on duty? He can't be seen drinkin' on the job, not unless he's looking to get his ass canned." Billy Ray abruptly turned to Colby and leaned his way as if talking to him in confidence. "On the other hand if you wanted to take a little break, we could go over to my car and you could have one there or maybe even take a little hit. Nobody has to know." Colby couldn't help but blanch a little at Billy Ray's offer. "Um, thanks, but you were right the first time. And actually, Jamal was right, too. Being a lifeguard means I have to enforce the rules around here." "Wait a minute," said Billy Ray tossing the joint into a nearby trash barrel. "Are you saying you really did come over here to kick us out of the damned park?" "Well, no, I wouldn't put it that way," said Colby, suddenly feeling the heat of all their eyes on him. "But guys, you are gonna have to tone it down a little. And put the beer away. And, um, y'know, the marijuana, too." "Oh, hell, no!" yelped Jamal in protest. "I knew it. I was fuckin' right about you. Instead of that damned yellow tank top with 'Lifeguard' on it, they oughta just issue you a gun and a badge." "Shut up, Jamal," growled a very irritated Billy Ray. When the young man got to his feet, Colby took an involuntary step back. Jamal and Try continued to grumble, but Billy Ray was quiet, mulling the situation. Finally, he spoke. "Settle down, you two. Little man Thorsen is just doing his job." "Why the fuck you wanna defend him?" asked Try bitterly. "Because it's a shit job but somebody's gotta do it." Billy Ray cut his eyes to Colby. "Ain't that right, little dude?" "Yeah, sure," said Colby trying hard to push the uneasiness out of his voice. "Nothing personal, guys. If it was up to me, you could party here as much as you like. But it's the rules." "Good enough for me," declared Billy Ray, his dark eyes fixed squarely on Colby. "Colby here is like his brother: he's a standup dude. Those Thorsen boys would never mess you over. I should know. Let's pack it up: time to go." Colby was relieved to watch the three walked away, glad there had been no major trouble. Now he felt almost silly having anticipated a confrontation. As he watched them leave he began to feel something else, something more akin to disappointment. His eyes stayed on Billy Ray. Just seeing him again after these two years had stirred a deeper well of emotion than Colby expected. Billy Ray looked older and rougher around the edges, but Colby had to admit, he still looked really good. Finally he shook himself out of his reverie and headed back to the swim center. He had almost forgotten that Tessa and Jim were watching until he walked through the gates of the swim center and saw their fresh faces beaming at him. "Wow, that was great the way you handled that," gushed Tessa, quite impressed. "I'll say," said Jim with equal ardor. "Jeez, you were so cool. I could never do that." Colby gave them a skeptical look. "You guys don't even know what I did. I'm pretty sure if you could hear anything that happened from over here." "Doesn't matter," said Jim unfazed. "The way you just walked up to those tough guys and told them to get lost. I swear I could never do that." "I didn't tell them to get lost," said Colby. "Well, whatever you said, it sure did the trick," said Tessa. "I'll never be able to do that." "You can and you will," Colby insisted. "Y'know, I used to sound exactly like you when I started out: so certain I could never stand up to anybody. But hang around this job long enough and you'll be doing stuff like that and more. You'll see." Despite his protestations to the contrary, Colby was quite flattered by the praise being heaped on him by the trainees. He wondered if this was how his brother must have felt years ago when young Colby would follow him around, imitating him, doing the same things he did, even going so far as to select the same college he did. For the rest of the day, Colby basked in the glow of admiration coming from the junior lifeguards, and for once, he didn't go out of his way to avoid them. At the end of the day, he even let them go home early, dismissing them from doing a final walk through of the locker rooms and saying he would take care if that chore himself. Since it was his responsibility to close up the locker rooms and padlock them at the end of the day, it added little to his day to go through them, inspect the showers, and collect any spare items of clothing or towels left behind. Now and again as Colby went about his duties, his mind would wander back to Billy Ray. Sometimes he would wonder how Billy Ray was occupying himself now that he was out of prison. At other times he would think back to those days when Scott and Billy Ray were close friends and running buddies, always going places and doing things together. And once or twice Colby would allow himself to recall how really beautiful Billy Ray was back then, but the young lifeguard was quick to banish such thoughts from his mind. He did not like to think back to the crush he once carried for Billy Ray. In the women's locker room he found three towels, one bathing suit, a plastic bracelet, and two pairs of flip-flops scattered about, all-in-all a pretty average day. He tossed the stuff into a plastic crate for the maintenance crew to disposed of later, then pulled the metal gates together and locked them. He crossed to the men's side, hopeful it would be similarly clear, but the minute he entered the wide concrete breezeway, he knew something was off, not quite right. When he rounded the cinderblock wall that sectioned off the dressing and shower area, he saw what it was. Straddling one of the long wooden benches next to a row of lockers was Billy Ray, looking as if he was waiting for him. "Hey there, little brother Thorsen. Come on in and join the party." From the sound of his voice Colby speculated that Billy Ray was more than a little drunk, and probably a little high too. He approached the young man cautiously, glancing around to see if Billy Ray's companions from earlier were lurking about somewhere. But they were nowhere to be seen. "Billy Ray, dude: What are you doing here? The pool's closed." Billy Ray flashed a grin and took a sip from a bottle of beer he was holding. Colby noticed that he had a six-pack of beer on the floor next to him, though a closer look revealed only three of the bottles were left in the pack. "And incidentally," added Colby, "you're not supposed to bring glass bottles in here. They could break." Billy Ray shrugged. "You're just full of rules, aren't ya, kid? I bet they just love you around here. All these concrete walls and metal gates: You'd be surprised how much this place looks like a prison. That's what a prison is, y'know: walls and rules." An uneasy moment passed between them before Billy Ray spoke up again. "Look, I think you and me got off on the wrong foot earlier. After we go way back to the time when ol' Scott and me were practically blood brothers—remember that? Those were good times, good memories, and it would be a shame to let a misunderstanding get in the way of that, if you know what I mean." "I'm not sure I do," said Colby. "Well, you probably don't realize it, but you came off a little rude earlier. I mean, I get it—you had a job to do, but it seemed to me, to all of us really, that you didn't have to be so coldblooded about it." "I didn't mean it that way," said Colby. "That's exactly what I told them," said Billy Ray, smiling and taking another sip of beer. "You were always a quiet kid, but I still remember you real well. You had something about you, something special. That's why I got the idea that I should come back around later, after all the people have cleared out, y'know, when you're off duty, and then you and me can have a nice friendly beer together. How's that grab you?" He reached down into his six-pack and pulled out an unopened bottle and offered it to Colby. "Uh, sorry, Billy Ray . . . I don't drink." "Well, hell, boy, you're headed for college. You're gonna have to get over that." Billy Ray pulled an opener out of a brown paper bag next to the six-pack, opened the beer and handed it to Colby who took it reluctantly. He stared at it as if he wasn't certain what he should do with it. "Somethin' tells me college is gonna do you a lot of good," said Billy Ray studying the boy. "So you're going to State, along with my old bud Scott. Y'know, seeing you really brings back the memories. You may be shy, but Scott never was. Whenever he saw something he wanted, he just took it. It was part of what made him so good on the football field. He treated that like he treated everything else. He went out there, saw what he wanted, and he just took it, no questions asked. That boy just blasted through the competition like it wasn't there. There's not a lot of people I've admired, if you know what I mean. But your brother was one of them." "You two were like best friends. What happened there?" "Maybe you should tell me, little Thorsen. The day after I was arrested I tried to call Scott, just to talk, y'know? He wouldn't talk to me, wouldn't see me, wouldn't give me the time of day. Talk about coldblooded, that was your brother." Colby winced. "I don't believe that." "Oops," said Billy Ray, taking another swig of beer. "Did I hit a nerve there, little brother?" "No," said Colby with more than a hint of irritation in his voice. "Look, Billy Ray, it's getting late and it's way past time for this place to close. Maybe you should finish up your beer and go." Billy Ray smiled ruefully and took a leisurely sip of his beer. "Now that doesn't sound very friendly, Colby—not very friendly at all. I made a special trip over here just to see you, boy—even bought along some beer. You should be careful, or you're gonna start sounding just like your big brother, and I know you wouldn't want to do that. Hey, do you know what I really feel like doing: taking a nice relaxing dip in that big beautiful pool out there. Man, it would be a gas to jump in that thing and have it all to myself." "You can't go swimming in the pool," Colby protested. "You don't have trunks or a towel or anything." "Towel's no problem," grinned Billy Ray, walking over toward a row of lockers near the shower. "Somebody conveniently left a nice big one hanging out of a locker." Billy Ray retrieved the towel and returned to the bench. Much to the consternation of Colby, he quickly began shedding his clothes, stripping off his shirt, jeans and shoes, leaving only a pair of blue and gray boxers. "You're right about the swimmin' trunks," said Billy Ray. "I could sure use a pair. Don't they keep spare stuff like that around here somewhere?" "The vendors have some for sale," said Colby looking none too displeased as Billy Ray considered the problem. "But unfortunately, that stuff is locked up in the office after hours. And I don't have a key." "No prob," said Billy Ray, flashing a mischievous smile before hooking his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers and quickly shucking them. "It's a hell of a lot more fun doing it in the buff anyway." Billy Ray gave Colby a wink and headed off in the direction of the pool. Colby could barely contain himself. Sure he was frustrated and even a little furious at Billy Ray for strolling into his world like this and turning it upside down. But far more than that, he was horrified at himself for the deep well of desire suddenly surging in him at the very sight of the tall, dark, lean young man casually walking away in all his naked glory. Colby's guilty secret was that this was not a new feeling. Going all the way back to those heady days three years ago when Billy Ray and Scott were the best of friends, and all but inseparable as the twin stars of their high school team, young Colby had nursed a secret lust for his brother's pal that sometimes came close to driving him crazy. In the end, it had even come as something of a relief to Colby when the two graduated, just so the young swimmer would not have to see Billy Ray hanging around his house so often. The news of Billy Ray's arrest later that summer came as a profound shock to Colby who hung his head and cried at the thought that something so awful could happen to someone so beautiful. Billy Ray Following Billy Ray, Colby rounded the cinderblock wall separating the locker rooms from the concourse, and made it to poolside just in time to see Billy Ray stretch his long masculine frame and dive head first into the shadowy waters. Even in the fading evening light, the young lifeguard could plainly see that Billy Ray had lost none of his fine athleticism, though he was years removed from his high school glory days. If anything he seemed even more toned, more fit, and it occurred to Colby that perhaps prison had provide Billy Ray with other ways to work out and build his form. But who was he kidding? Colby may have noted with appreciation Billy Ray's fine lean body, but from the instant he sloughed off his boxers, the boy's attention was entirely riveted onto the former athlete's chocolate brown dick and balls from the front, and his round, hairy, meaty ass from the rear. And that was nothing new either. Back in the day, Colby had spent hours stealing glances of Billy Ray's beautiful body in action with Scott when the two of them played endliess rounds of one-on-one in the Thorsen's backyard. Billy Ray didn't hesitate to strip down to a pair of thin nylon gym shorts which quickly became sweat-soaked and revealing as they vied for bragging rights, never suspecting that a certain young swimmer was watching his every move from an upstairs window. Later in the night, Colby would stretch out on his bed, close his eyes and slowly beat off at the sexy memory of his dark-skinned hero, recalling every line and bulge of his body. Never once did Colby think he would get a chance to actually see Billy Ray naked, let alone stand and admire him as he streaked effortlessly through water like some swarthy sexy sea god. Colby switched on a bank of lights around the periphery of the pool, and felt his breath catch in his throat. He wondered if Billy Ray had any idea just how magnificent he was. "You really swim great," he called out to Billy Ray, then immediately regretted just how stupid that sounded. Billy Ray lifted his head out of the water and grinned. "So what are you waiting for, little Thorsen—and invitation? Get your butt in here and join me." "That's OK," Colby muttered and self-consciously took a step back from the edge of the pool when Billy Ray approached him. He tugged the bottom of his tank top down over the increasing bulge in his swim trunks, hopeful Billy Ray would not notice anything in the dim light. "What's the big deal? You're the swim champ here, not me. Come on in." "Better not. It's sorta against the rules." "You ever do anything that's not in a rulebook, Colby boy? Or maybe you just lost your nerve. A couple of years ago, I watched you dive off a high board in front of a crowd of people four different times and you did it perfect every time. You had a backbone made of steel then." Colby's mouth dropped open. "You saw me compete?" "Sure did," said Billy Ray. "And it was my own fault too. Your big bro kept goin' on about how good you were in that swimming stuff; and so finally to shut him up, I told him it wasn't a real sport if it didn't involve a few guys knocking their heads together. Well, that really set him off, and he drug me to your next meet and made me sit through every round of it until you were eliminated. Well, goddamn if you didn't make it all the way to the finals, where you lost to some skinny kid from outta town. You were robbed." "I can't believe it," said Colby aghast. "You saw me dive." "I saw you dive plenty times. After that I went to a coupla more meets with Scott." "Oh my god, I still can't believe it." "You didn't know that Scott went to your meets?" "No, I didn't know you did. Why didn't he ever tell me?" "Who knows?" said Billy Ray. "Probably didn't think it was any big deal. Scott and me went a lot of places, did a lot of things back then. We were tight." "OK," said Colby who abruptly stripped off his tank top, "you want to see me dive? Fine, here it comes." The boy took several long steps backward, then took a running start toward the pool. Then several feet in front of the edge he executed a perfect diving arc into the shimmering water, knifing into it so smoothly that there was hardly any splash at all. He glided deep beneath the waves near the bottom until he was on the far side of the pool, the briefly surfaced, breathed, and submerged again, propelling himself with ease until he approached the corner where Billy Ray was waiting. When he bobbed up again, Colby threw his head back and smiled, flicking the water away from his glowing face. And then with no warning at all, Billy Ray wrapped his long arms around the young swimmer, pulled him into an embrace, and kissed him hard and deep. After several minutes a visibly shaken Colby pulled away, breathless and unnerved. "What are you doing?" "Uh, I thought it was . . . kinda obvious." "You can't do that," said Colby. "You can't be gay." "I gotta say this wasn't the reaction I was expecting," said a thoroughly confused Billy Ray. He reached for the boy again, but Colby eluded him and raced for the exit bar. Billy Ray followed but was no match for the speed and agility of Colby who scrambled up the metal ladder and was out of the water in a flash. When Billy Ray climbed onto the landing, he found the kid sitting on a nearby bench, wiping the water away with a towel and watching him intently. More confused than ever, Billy Ray reached for his own towel and began wiping the water out of his face and hair. "Well, fuck," said Billy Ray who suddenly found himself in a very awkward situation. "Seems like I misread that one big-time, huh? Sorry, kid. Won't happen again." "You big fucking phony!" cried Colby, his voice quaking with emotion. "You don't get to be gay. Not now. Not after all the times I had to sit and listen to you and my brother drone on about women. It was hour after hour about nothing but women—the women you loved and the women you wanted and the women you wanted to fuck. On and on. And I listened to that, and for what? Just so I could be near you. I can't believe you put me through that torture so that now, years later, you can decide it was all just a big mistake, and—poof!—now you're gay." "Hey, chill out, slick. Nobody's talking about goin' gay." Colby stared at Billy Ray. "Now I'm confused. Didn't you just kiss me . . . or was I dreaming that?" "Right now you're being a little turd. Why do you wanna do that? Why do you have to put label on it? Look, kid, I was just reacting to that dive of yours. It was fantastic. It gave me this feeling like when I was flying down the field and stretching out my hands and catching that long one one on my fingers. I just wanted to show you . . . how I felt. Jesus, you civilians have to slap a damned label on everything." "Civilians—I don't understand." "That's what we cons called people on the outside. Look, I admit I'm not the same guy you knew back then. A hell of a lot of things have changed since then. I've changed. I spent more than two years of my life behind bars, and I can't go back to being the same dumb kid I was then. All I thought about was women—girls, y'know. I thought they were everything. But you don't spend two years surrounded by a thousand men without so much as a picture of a woman in sight, and not have your perspective changed. Look, Colby, I'm not sayin' I don't still love women, because I do. But now, I realize that there are some guys, some special guys, who can get to me in ways like a woman can." Billy Ray stood up and took a few steps in the direction of the locker room before turning back. "Look, I'm gonna go grab my clothes and take off, let you close up this place. It's been a trip seein' you again, kid. Give my regards to your brother. Tell him I still think of him now and then." "So am I special?" asked Colby. Billy Ray grinned. "Colby boy, you're the bomb." Minutes later inside the locker room, Billy Ray pulled on his boxers and jeans, but paused when he heard Colby at the entranceway. "Now I don't want you to go," Colby said. "Would it make a difference if I said I always thought of you as special too—just about the most special guy I've ever known? In fact, I crushed on you so hard back then that I still wonder how anyone, including you, couldn't have seen it." "OK, so maybe I did notice it once or twice," smiled Billy Ray coyly. "And sometimes maybe I even thought, Damn, that's one cute kid. If he was a girl, I'd be all over that." This time Colby didn't wait for Billy Ray to make a move. He did it himself. He reached for the tall young man and pulled him into a kiss. He purred when Billy Ray's strong arms encircled him, and melted inside when he felt himself being enveloped by the former athlete's warm firm body. Billy Ray backed Colby against the cinderblock wall and proceeded to try to swallow him up with his mouth and tongue. They kissed long and hard, Colby thrilling to the magnetic heat of Billy Ray's form, the hard physicality of his touch, even the rough scrape of his mustache and soul patch on the young swimmer's smooth face. When their lips finally parted, Colby unleashed a deep groan and crumpled against the muscular body, nuzzling and licking Billy Ray's hot sweet skin. Starting with his neck, Colby began trailing his tongue across the wide expanse of flesh, kneading and stroking it, palming it, and letting his hands range freely over the marble-smooth, hairy pecs. Colby crunched down to taste the large dark areolae. Simultaneously he could feel Billy Ray's hands roaming his body, sliding over his shoulders and back, and down along his hips to the rounded contour of his butt. The feel of those big rough hands was electric to Colby, more thrilling than he ever imagined, and he sighed at the delicious pressure they exerted. Colby sucked first one and then the other of Billy Ray's black erect nipples into his mouth, gently nipping at them, and thoroughly enjoying their slightly salty, slightly sweet taste. Billy Ray reacted with a huge groan when Colby bit down a little harder on one nipple, and the boy felt a massive shudder move through the young man's entire body. So overwhelming was the reaction that Billy Ray was forced to ease Colby's mouth away from his sensitive tit, just so he could recover. When Colby looked up into Billy Ray's face, he saw an expression riven with desire. Dropping to his knees, Colby pressed his mouth over the prominent bulge in Billy Ray's jeans, then briefly squeezed it before unbuttoning the pants and then tugging them down. Billy Ray helped get the jeans and his boxer briefs off, exposing his thick fearsome cock to view. It was wide and dark, laced with veins, and framed in a tangle of black pubes. Colby reached for it and lifted it up as if to examine it from every angle, then pressed his face fully into the steamy heat of Billy Ray's crotch. With his nose nestled deep in that moist hairy bush, Colby drank in the intense sweaty musk of the young man, absorbing his heat, and letting it fill his senses. "Fuck," groaned Billy Ray when he felt young Colby lick his balls, and then slowly begin sucking them into his mouth. The young man shifted his weight and leaned against the cinderblock wall, lest his shaky knees begin to buckle underneath him. Colby proved keenly adept at tonguing Billy Ray's big, hairy, low-hangers, and after several minutes of having his balls thoroughly tickled and teased, Billy Ray glanced down, fully expecting the young swimmer to move on to his cock. But Colby had other ideas. He pulled away from Billy Ray, suddenly turned him around, and plunged his eager tongue directly into the young man's muscular ass. "What the fuck!" gasped Billy Ray, looking over his shoulder, attempting to pull away from the boy's grasp. He was surprised when young Colby pulled him firmly back into position so he could eat his ass some more. Billy Ray continued to groan and squirm and grumble, but Colby was undaunted, licking and flicking his tongue ever deeper into the former athlete's juicy hole. It wasn't the first time Colby had munched on an aggressive young man's ass. The knowledge that he was probably the first to taste the funky pleasures of a hot virgin manly hole made the boy's insides fairly thrum with desire. It was true no one had ever tried to plumb the depths of Billy Ray's manhole, and he could hardly believe how good it felt—he would definitely have to explore this particular activity again very soon. But right now it was his cock that was aching for attention, so he carefully extracted Colby's tongue from his ass, wheeled around and pulled the boy's hot beautiful mouth onto his twitching cock. "God-damn," groaned Billy Ray at the sweet relief of having his mandick enveloped in the moist heat of a hungry mouth. He was delighted to see that Colby was just as good at sucking cock as he was at licking ass, and that was saying something. Billy Ray's ass still tingled from the fine tongue-lashing Colby had given it, and now all those sweet sensations were being foisted onto his super-sensitive fuckstick. Colby was no stranger to sucking dick; in fact, he had taken a crack at some of the biggest and baddest cocks in school, those belonging to the football and basketball jocks. Those guys were always on the lookout for a hot blow job, and didn't much care if it came from a guy or a girl. When word got around that Colby was both willing and able to deliver good head, the jocks didn't hesitate to come calling. It was with this level of experience that Colby took on Billy Ray, suckling his impressive-sized rod like a champ. Billy Ray wasn't just long, he was thick, with veiny ridges encircling the girth of his chocolate-brown shaft. Colby knew that the secret to pleasing suck a big cock was in taking his time, and so even as he wrapped his lips around the swarthy monster, he made sure to relax and enjoy every inch of it as it snaked its way inside him. Minutes later when Billy Ray felt the full length of his cock disappear into Colby's deep velvety throat, the young man threw back his head and growled. It was like sinking his rod into pure silk and he could not remember ever feeling anything so tantalizing. The amazing part was to see how well young Colby tolerated his log in his throat, showing no signs of gagging. Of course Colby could not hold Billy Ray so deep inside for long, but the boy hardly seemed overwhelmed when after only a moment's rest he pulled Billy Ray back in for another deep throating. After this show of dexterity Colby pulled back on Billy Ray's dick and began to lapping the smooth glossy head, sucking down the generous flow of tangy precum. Finally Billy Ray pulled the young swimmer to his feet and back him against the wall, covering his mouth with is own and kissing him long and hard. "I want you to fuck me. Do you want to?" whispered Colby into Billy Ray's ear as the muscular young man began humping the boy against the cinderblock wall. As if by answer, Billy Ray pulled the youth over to the long wooden bench, bent Colby forward over the bench, opened his asscheeks with his fingers and pressed his tongue into the exposed pink bud. "Ohhh god," moaned Colby as the sudden pang of sensation hit his bunghole. It was a feeling both sharp and sweet, and sent a tingling pleasure wave through his body. Colby dropped his head to the bench and surrendered his crack to Billy Ray even more, languishing in the heady thrill of this moment. After a few minutes Billy Ray replaced his tongue with a couple of his fingers, pushing the gobs of spit deeper into the crevice. With one last caress he moved into position behind the waiting boy. He poised his cock on the slick opening and gave it a firm push. He could feel Colby tensing up. "Relax, Colby. You're tighter than a drum. You sure you're up for this?" "Yeah, I want it," breathed Colby. To say he wanted it was to make an understatement. Colby couldn't begin to count the number of times he had fallen asleep dreaming of this moment. But he was anxious too. He had only been fucked a few times, and never by a manrod as big or intimidating as Billy Ray's. But one thing was cetain: There was no else Colby wanted to fuck him more than Billy Ray. With a superhuman effort, he strained again the incoming invader and did not let up until he felt the wide cockhead breach his sphincter. "Oh, god!" gasped Colby at the sudden shock of pain. "Fuck," exhaled Billy Ray as the head of his dick popped into the boy's hole. With determined effort he pressed on, filling Colby's tight cavity inch by inch until the last of his dark mansnake disappeared into the quivering boy. Though the heat on his dick felt tremendous, Billy Ray resisted the urge to immediately start pounding the silky ass. Instead, he gave Colby as much time as he needed to adjust, not wanting to ruin this for him. As Colby's breathing slowly began to return to normal, Billy Ray began to move, slowly at first, matching his fucking rhythm to the rhythm of Colby's breathing. "How ya doin', boy? How's that feel?" "Fucking amazing." Billy Ray continued to increase the force of his fuckstrokes. He pulled farther out and drove further in, plumbing the depths of Colby's delicious fuckhole. There was still resistance inside, just enough to tighten around his dick and create a sweet friction that drove him crazy with lust. Billy Ray had always run hot in sex, the more he fucked the hotter his body got until the touch of his dick was like being seared by a firebrand. But now he could see that in Colby he had met his match, a boy whose body absorbed all his fire and blazed with a glow of its own. Billy Ray snaked his arms around the slender boy and drew him in tight against his cock. He wanted to feel them moving together, his cock like a heated sledgehammer coming down on Colby's hot sweet anvil of an ass. By now he was grunting with every stroke, sweating and sliding forward on the bench, his fuckstick so alive with feeling that it fairly danced inside the boy, sending heated electric charges right down to his toes. He began to feel like he was floating on a wave of heat. Only belatedly did he realize how dangerously close to cumming he was getting, and so with great effort he pulled back, let go and finally disengaged completely from the quivering young swimmer. "What's wrong?" gasped Colby. "Why'd you stop?" Billy Ray caught his breath. "Gotta slow down," he said. "Dammit, Colby, you're burnin' me up." Colby stood up and wiped away the beads of sweat framing his brow. He stepped into Billy Ray's arms. "Am I really burning you up?" he said. "Good. I want to burn you up." Billy Ray laughed and nuzzled his neck. "Little fucker. What are you tryin' to do: kill me?" "Maybe. A little. But what a way to go." Billy Ray backed Colby onto the long wooden bench and laid him flat. He lifted and spread his legs, and then bending low he licked the smooth wet boycunt. With eyes firmly fixed on Colby's face he planted his cock on the tender pussy lips and drove back in. This time he met no resistance. The young swimmer merely threw back his head and groaned deeply, arching his back and welcoming every inch that Billy Ray was pouring into him. A renewed sense of urgency took over Billy Ray's fucking. He penetrated strong and hard, ramming his steely cock as deep as it would go. Instinctively he knew this was not going to last much longer and he was determined to make it the single most intense physical encounter either one of them had ever had. From the way Colby was writhing underneath him and grabbing for his body and groaning and grunting with every thrust, he knew the boy was enjoying this just as much as he was. Finally the youth cried out and pulled Billy Ray down on top of him, clamping his lips over the young man's gaping mouth. Billy Ray For several minutes they kissed even as Billy Ray continued to fuck, hungrily joining their bodies in every way that was possible. It felt as though their torsos were glued together, held tight with layers of sweat and heat. When their mouths did separate Billy Ray groaned into Colby's ear. "Fuck, baby, I'm so close. Can you cum?" Colby clung tight to him, not wanting this moment to end. "No, Billy Ray, not yet. Keep fucking me. Please . . . just a little while longer." But the look on Billy Ray's face told a different story, and Colby knew it. The young man was already beyond the point of no return, fighting a losing battle and sinking fast, and so he grabbed the boy, kissed him, and then let go. "Oh, fuck, baby, this is it! Can help it, I'm cummin'. . ." Billy Ray began to spasm. It was as if every muscle in his body was clenching and unclenching. Still quaking he fell forward onto Colby, nearly knocking the wind out of the boy. He began churning out a series of white hot cum-blasts so deep inside Colby that he was forced to cry out. "Oh god, Billy Ray!" Colby shook in Billy Ray's arms. He was being buffeted by a tsunami of cum that filled up and overflowed his chute, and every successive blast-wave pushed him ever closer to that same tipping-point. With one last desperate yelp, Colby erupted. Flailing about in Billy Ray's grip, he began blasting long fingers of silvery white cum all over his chest and belly, and onto Billy Ray's stomach as well. They lay tangled together on the bench for some time, unable or unwilling to move, savoring the blissful calm now enveloping them. When they finally did rouse themselves, they were surprised to see what a sweaty, sticky mess they had become. Wordlessly Colby guided Billy Ray over to the showers where he put them both under a hot cleansing spray. They said little, but stayed close to each other, and slowly began washing each other's body, sensually gliding their hands over those sensitive contours of the chest, back and ass. They saved the best for last, soaping and caressing each other's cock, and thereby slowly starting to reawaken the lust inside them again. They were barely out of the shower and still soaking wet when Colby, unable to resist the sight of Billy Ray's magnificent weapon, dropped to his knees and pulled the young man's cock into his mouth. Billy Ray shook his head in amazement. "Damn, I just came and you've already got me hard again." Colby glanced up at Billy Ray and smiled before he began sucking his dick in earnest. The boy loved the look of surprise and wonder on the former athlete's face, and especially loved the fact that he was the one who put that look there. Billy Ray's cock had turned rock hard and already was starting to leak precum. Colby could hear a slight rumbling in the young man's throat as he picked up the pace of his sucking, stimulating the cockhead with delicate tongue action and drawing out even more of the clear tart nectar. After several minutes he pulled more of the long shaft into his throat and held it there, using more tongue and throat pressure to stroke and invigorate it. This time around, Colby had a pretty good idea what Billy Ray liked in a blow job and he wasn't about to miss his chance to make Billy Ray squirm and groan in pleasure. To say Billy Ray was impressed by Colby's cocksucking skills would be to make an understatement. Just looking at the smooth-faced boy, he never could have guessed the kid would have the level of experience needed to know how to treat a man's cock so well. After a couple of years behind bars, Billy Ray certainly knew a good blow job when he got one. It is perhaps not particularly surprising that Billy Ray received more than his share of sexual offers in the clink considering he was a tall, well-built, good-looking, young black man with an impressive piece of equipment he didn't mind sharing. Of course he didn't arrived in prison with that state of mind. He had been strictly hetero in the beginning, and had every intention of staying that way. But he learned right away that things in prison were nothing like they were on the outside. For one thing, perfectly normal-looking masculine men thought nothing of walking up to him and propositioning him right in the open. And he came to understand that many of the men accepting those offers were entirely straight on the outside, but accepted the fact that the only way they were going to get their shafts serviced inside the walls was if another hombre did it for them. Something else surprising Billy Ray found out pretty quickly was that when it came to giving head, men were often way better at it than women because they knew just how to treat another guy's dick to give it maximum pleasure. There were dudes in prison who had dedicated themselves to the idea of sucking cock, and Billy Ray became convinced that these hombres loved mandick more than anything else. But perhaps the most shocking lesson Billy Ray had to learn was that sometimes getting pleasure from another guy, and giving it in return, could be just as intensely rewarding as anything he had experienced with a girl. On more than one occasion in the yard when he caught sight of some sleek sexy young dude walking by, cocky and full of himself, just the thought of possibly fucking that fine ass made Billy Ray's rod jump. And then in the solitude of his mind, his thoughts would stray to another time and place, and to another young fellow he once knew, a certain towheaded young swimmer, and for a moment Billy Ray would dream of what might have been. The blow job Colby was laying on him was getting hotter by the minute. Already Billy Ray was being transported to another world by the machinations of Colby's young tongue. He threw his head back and moaned as a dome of simmering heat began to boil out of his cock and spread across his body. "Oh fuck yeah, baby, that's it," crooned Billy Ray, stroking the boy's head and gently bobbing it up and down on his fuckpiece. He could feel shivers of electric delight spreading up his spine. "Suck it, Colby. Goddammit, boy, you don't know how good that feels." Without breaking contact Colby glanced up at Billy Ray again, and they exchanged a look that seemed to bridge all the things that had passed between them: those days in years past when Colby secretly watched Billy Ray play and Billy Ray pretended not to notice; those times when Billy Ray had gone out of his way to watch Colby dive and swim, and never told him; and those rare occasions in passing when they would encounter each other on the street, and sometimes would wave or nod, and sometimes would not, but would always take notice and remember. Colby could feel something churning in his stomach at the summoning up of those memories. Just then he felt Billy Ray gasp and groan, then lurch forward and shudder, and instantly he knew the young man was cumming. He threw his head back, opened his throat and swallowed hard as the first gush of thick hot fluid passed directly into his stomach, warming him. With the second pulse, Colby pulled back and allowed the flow to pass over his tongue and linger a bit before sliding down his throat. The taste filled his mouth and nose with a warm musky sweetness. And so it went with a third blast and a fourth, Colby allowing some to pool on his tongue before swallowing, though now some began to overflow and run down his chin. He went on swallowing and savoring each fragrant drop. There was a fullness to it and a richness that thrilled him, and overwhelmed his senses, until at last he was cumming too, whimpering there on the concrete floor. Billy Ray was still recovering his breath when he reached down and pulled the boy to his feet, taking him in his arms and giving his a gentle kiss. Just then, he heard a squeaking, creaking noise coming from outside the dressing area, followed by the sound of men's voices. "What the hell . . ." said Billy Ray. "Oh my god," said Colby, his face suddenly blanching with a look of panic. "What time is it?" "I don't know, probably after nine," answered Billy Ray. "That late? Oh my god! The cleaning people are arriving. I had completely forgotten about them." "Damn, another minute earlier and they woulda gotten quite a show," chuckled Billy Ray. "Another minute, my foot. They're still gonna get a show if we don't get our clothes on and get the heck out of here—like now!" Billy Ray and Colby raced to the outer bench and snatched up their clothes before the cleaning crew entered the area, and hurried back to the area near the showers which afforded some privacy because it was shielded from immediate view at the entrance by a row of lockers. As the voices came closer, Colby pulled on his swim trunks and tank top while Billy Ray concentrated on getting his boxers, jeans and tennis shoes on. Colby went to his locker, quickly opened the combination and frantically grabbed his shoes and wallet just as the crew, which consisted on three young Hispanic men, moved inside the entranceway. "Damn, what the fuck do we do now?" whispered Billy Ray who momentarily froze when he realized the cleaning guys were now just a few feet away on the other side of the lockers. "Hola? Anyone aqui?" called out one of the guys. "He must've heard me fumbling with my locker," muttered Colby huddling next to Billy Ray. "Well, that's it. We're just gonna have to make a break for it. . . . Come on!" Clutching his tennis shoes, Colby sprang forward and dashed past the startled cleaning men with Billy Ray close behind, holding his t-shirt in his fist. Colby continued out the entranceway at full gallop while Billy Ray paused momentarily near the opening, long enough to grab a beer out of his six-pack. He grinned at the three young cleaners who by now had figured out what was going on and were laughing and cheering heartily, and pointed at the remaining beers. "Have one on me!" he shouted before disappearing through the wide opening. Colby stood just outside the gates waiting for him. "You better be careful," said Colby, giving Billy Ray a rather amused look. "Now they'll expect you to bring them beer every night." "Then I guess I'll just have to come by every night and bring them that beer," grinned Billy Ray as he pulled his t-shirt back on. "And one for you, too, little Thorsen, if you want it." "Oh, you're not going have time for that," said Colby with a very calculated look, "because you're going to be spending lots of time at my house." "I am?" said Billy Ray, staring at the boy. "And what do you suppose I'm gonna be doing there?" "Hanging out with me. You don't think I'm going to let you walk away again, do you, Billy Ray?" Billy Ray stifled a laugh. "OK, suppose I do show up at you place, like, say, tomorrow night. What you suppose your folks are gonna say to that?" "They'll say, 'Come on in, Billy Ray. Welcome back. We missed you.' They always did like you, you know." "You've got this all figured out, don't you, little brother Thorsen? OK, what about good old Scott? What's he gonna say when he hears his little bro is hanging out with an ex-con?" "I . . . don't know what he's gonna say," said Colby, "and I really don't give a flying fuck. I waited a long time for you to come back, and I'm not about to let you go. This time, Billy Ray, it's about you and me, not him." Billy Ray pulled the boy to him and gave him a gentle kiss. "It really does sound like you've got it all figured out, Colby. But take it from me: life's not that simple. How can you be so sure this thing between us even has a chance?" "I'm not sure of anything, Billy Ray, except I've never wanted anything as much as I want you. I can't let you go." Billy Ray drew Colby close and kissed him again, this time deeper and with much feeling. "You won't ever have to. I came out of prison feeling like the king of lost causes, but for the first time in a long time I feel like I really have somethin' to look forward to. I'm not that smart, Colby, but this much I know: I'd be a fool to ever let you go."