A gay sex stories: Alex and Jake Ch. 01
The characters of this story are made up and everyone is at least 18.
My name is Alex. I’m 18 and a freshman in college. I’m 5ft 7 and weight 130. I have blonde hair and a skinny, but toned body. To be completely honest, my figure is almost girlish which was something that I had always been self conscious about. i had a flat stomach and a decent sized bubble butt. There is literally nothing manly about me, even my little 4 inch dick can only be described as cute.
I had always been passionate about swimming. It was my life. I wasn’t the best, but i certainly wasnt the worst. I had been on the swim team since middle school. But I was different from the other boys on the team. I was new and didn’t really know anyone and so I was very shy. They were all confident with their bodies and didn’t care to show off in the locker room. I was more shy with my body and would usually be the last one to get undressed and then dressed. I was also was embarrassed because my little prick would harden when I saw the naked, toned bodies of the other guys on the college team with me.
Despite my differences, my teammates still liked me and they appreciated my talent and my positive attitude, and they never made fun of me. But I always felt like I didn’t quite fit in.
It’s also worth noting that I had never been interested in girls, but I didn’t know why. I assumed that I just hadn’t found the right one yet.
During my second semester we got a new boy on the swim team. His name was Jake and he just moved here from California. He was 19 and 6ft 2. Jake was the complete opposite of me. He was tall, muscular, and had a deep voice. He was also one of the best swimmers on the team, and he had a reputation for being tough and competitive.
At first, I was intimidated by Jake. I didn’t think we had anything in common, and I just assumes he was a typical jock. However, as we spent more time together, I began to realize that Jake was actually a really nice guy. He was funny, kind, and always willing to help me with my swimming technique.
Jake started practicing more with me and we started to become good friends. As we got to know each other better, I began to feel something I had never felt before. I found myself attracted to Jake, both physically and emotionally. I was ashamed, embarrassed and didn’t know what to do with these feelings, and I was afraid that Jake would reject me if he found out.
I never once thought that I was gay until now. As I would lay in bed at night, I couldn’t stop thinking about Jake. My little dick would get hard as I jumped my pillow, thinking about Jake using his perfect cock and cumming together. I wanted to taste his cock so bad. I wanted to feel his cum running down my face.
These thoughts were all I could think about at night and I came so many times thinking about Jake.
He had a way of making you feel like you could trust him with anything. As we grew closer I decided I was going to confide in Jake. Not about how I felt for him but instead, I told him that I had never been interested in girls and that I was starting to think that I might be gay. To my surprise, Jake was completely supportive. He told me that he didn’t care about my sexual orientation and that he was still my friend no matter what.
Over the next few weeks, Jake helped me explore my feelings and come to terms with my sexuality. He introduced me to other gay students at our school and made me feel better about being me.
As I became more comfortable with my identity, I also became more confident in myself as a swimmer. I stopped worrying about fitting in with the other boys.
As Jake and I continued to swim together, I found myself drawn to him more and more. I couldn’t help but notice the way his muscles rippled under his skin as he swam, or the way his deep voice sent shivers down my spine. I tried to push these feelings aside, telling myself that Jake was just a friend and nothing more.
However, Jake seemed to be picking up on my feelings. He started to spend more time with me outside of swim practice, inviting me to hang out and watch movies or play video games. I found myself looking forward to these moments, feeling a warmth in my chest whenever Jake smiled at me or touched my arm.
When we would practice, he would give little playful splashes and engage in playful horse play. As we would wrestle I would get lost in the feel of his body on mine. I would get so hard, but he didn’t seem to notice. Or at least, he didn’t say anything. And sometimes I would feel his thick meat rub against me, wishing that it would stay on me.
After one grueling swim practice, Jake and I headed to the locker room to change. We were the last ones in and ended being the only ones left. As I was getting dressed, I couldn’t help but notice Jake’s muscular physique as he stripped down. Those thoughts that crowded my head at night were creeping in now. My heart raced as I tried to avert my gaze, but I couldn’t resist stealing glances at him. He was so perfect.
Jake caught me looking and smirked. He turned and started walking towards me. My heart pounded as I wasn’t sure what he would say. I could feel him get closer. His breath hitting my neck.
“You like what you see, Alex?” he asked, his voice low and seductive. His finger grazing my back right above my crack.
I blushed, feeling embarrassed and turned on at the same time. “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I stammered.
“I think you do,” he said, his breath hot against my ear. “I think you want me. Ibe noticed how hard you get when we weestle in the pool, and how you stare at me when yiu think I’m not looking. ” He pressed his body into my back.
“Say it, say you want me,” Jake whispered softly, his voice so deep and sexy.
“I-I want you,” I said, in a weak but serious voice.
I felt a shiver run down my spine as Jake’s hands started roaming over my body, his body against mine, his lips trailing down my neck. I moaned softly, feeling my body respond to his touch.
Jake pushed me against the locker, his hands finding my waist. He leaned toward my face and I turned to meet him. He kissed me deeply, his tongue immediately exploring my mouth. I felt like I was on fire.
As we made out, I felt Jake’s hands move to the waistband of my towel. He pulled it down, revealing my hardening member. He stroked me gently, sending waves of pleasure through my body. Then he spit in his other hand and brought it to my little puckering hole.
“You’re so hard right now.”
“Uhhh,” was all I could moan back.
“Do you like my finger rubbing you little boy pussy?” He asked me.
I quietly replied “Yes”. I was turned on with how he called my hole a pussy. I was absolutely loving this and scared all at the same time.
I couldn’t believe what was happening. I had never been with anyone before, but with Jake, it felt natural and right. He was assertive and I loved it.
We continued to make out, lost in our own world of pleasure. His hands pleasuring my ass and my dick. My moans filling the locker room. I was so lost in the moment that I didn’t even care if anyone saw or heard us.