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Troy and I began work as lifeguards the summer of our senior year in high school. We both had been on the school swim team for years, but I had never really gotten to know Troy very well. I was fairly inexperienced for my age and was sure that a great looking guy like Troy had girls following him morning, noon, and night. Unfortunately, my own sex life just wasn't taking off like it was supposed to. All the guys at the pool were constantly bragging about the latest girl they'd screwed, about how she worshipped their sun-drenched bodies and wanted to be fucking for hours on end. I made up my share of stories, too—telling the truth would have been too embarrassing! As it happened, I don't think I was the only one lying about my sexual conquests that summer. Some of the tales were just too good to be true. I must admit that I did enjoy hearing the latest gossip about who was giving the best head, who liked getting it up the ass, and which girl had the best set of tits. I also knew which guys at the pool had the biggest dicks and the tightest butts, from having witnessed the daily soap fights in the shower room. About midway through the summer, I began having the sneaking suspicion that there was something wrong with me. I knew I enjoyed horsing around in the showers with the other guys more than necking with girls. I had only gotten as far as fucking a girl once, and it was an absolute disaster. The guys I was hanging around with soon became the objects of my frequent fantasies. I decided that I really needed to talk about it with someone I could trust. After several weeks of procrastination, I saw the opportunity I was waiting for: Troy and I were both assigned to guard for a special afternoon party at the pool. The party turned out to be a pretty boring affair—some little brat's birthday—but thankfully it didn't last long. We were cleaning the deck and shower rooms before I even realized that this would be my one and only chance to talk seriously with Troy. The weeks of indecision on my part had only made the problem worse. I was more sure than ever that I wanted to... no, needed to have sex with another guy. Troy's constant presence throughout the summer had literally intoxicated me, and I was determined to have a serious conversation with this blond Adonis. When the last shower stall had been cleaned and the pool gates securely locked, I pulled a few sodas out of the fridge in the manager's office. We both stood around dripping wet, laughing about the silly kids at the party, and agreeing that lifeguarding was a great summer job. I couldn't help stealing looks at Troy's nearly naked body and thinking about what I secretly wanted to do with him. I loved the way his rippling stomach muscles moved when he laughed, and the way he absentmindedly scratched his crotch from time to time. I kept drifting away from the conversation, however, and Troy knew that something was up. "OK, what's gotcha down? Do you wanna talk about it?" I was shaking by this time from nervousness, and Troy took me by the shoulders and assured me that whatever it was, he'd try to help me sort it out. I began tentatively: "Troy, I've been thinking about this for a very long time, and, I, um... don't really know how to tell you..." "What is it?" "You know all those stories I told this summer to the guys, about all those girls I'd gone out with ... " "Yeah,.. . we all told stories." "Well, I. . . uh ... I made most of mine up." Troy couldn't help laughing. "We all stretch the truth a bit, I guess. I mean, nobody can be as horny and score as much with women as we've made ourselves out to this summer. You're no different than the other guys; hell, I've told a few tall tales myself." I had gone this far; I figured I might as well finish what I had to say. "No. You don't understand. I made up everything. I've only been to bed with a girl once, and it was horrible. Dammit, Troy, I.. . I think ... I know that women just don't turn me on the way they seem to turn on you guys." "Hey, man, what are you trying to tell me? Are you gay or something?" After an incredibly long silence, I looked up at his eyes and nodded my head slowly. Troy whistled softly under his breath: "Jesus, what a thing to lay on your best friend." I cringed at his words. Best friend? I had just gotten to know him this summer. I hadn't realized that Troy had put so much stock in our friendship. I hardly knew what to say next. All I remember is the overwhelming desire I felt for Troy right at that moment, stronger than anything I had experienced previously. I was confused and didn't know what to do. My eyes were glued on Troy's still damp bathing suit. I felt an incredible stirring in my own crotch, and flushed with embarrassment at the rise in my Speedo. Troy was equally speechless. After an eternity, he began pacing the room, settling on the windowsill across from the chair where I was sitting. He swallowed and licked his lips before looking at me solemnly and saying: "Well, I guess that's it... . Wouldn't do my reputation any good if I was to hang around with a gay boy, now would it?" My heart sank, but my libido was higher than ever. "Wait a minute, Troy. I didn't tell you this just so you could broadcast it to the world. I thought we were best friends." I eyed him carefully, trying to figure out just how to make my move. Much to my surprise, Troy, in returning my stare, made it for me. "What do you mean? I suppose now you're gonna tell me that you want to suck my dick or something?" I could see Troy's cock outlined clearly by his Speedo; it appeared to stiffen at the prospect of a blow job. Though I had never sucked a cock in my life, I was desperate to have his manhood in my mouth. I had to give it a try, and was willing to risk almost anything for the chance. Before I could pull myself together enough to answer, Troy announced: “You know that I don't fool around with queers or do any of that stuff. I’ve got a steady girlfriend, and we have great sex. Besides, I think you're just putting me on. This is all a big joke, right?" I shook my head and looked him right in the eye and told him that I was never more serious in my whole life. `Look, I know this must sound sorta strange and all of a sudden, but I’ve been thinking about this for a long time, and I really need to find out whether I'm gay or not." "Well, what do you want me to do? I've told you I’m not into gay boys, and I’m not sure I can be of much help." It seemed as if an eternity passed before I summoned enough courage to respond. "You can help me, Troy,.. . about what you said a minute ago, I .. . um.. . I want to suck your cock." There. I'd finally said it. I breathed a sigh of relief at my own words. Now I only hoped that Troy would play along. "C'mon, man. It'll be no different than your girl going down on you. I mean, a mouth's a mouth, right? It doesn't matter who does it. I'll give you the best blow job you've ever had; you can call all the shots. Let me get you off--it'll feel great, I promise! I really want it, Troy. I need it." After several more moments of tense silence, Troy walked slowly over to where I sat glued to my chair. He stopped directly in front. of me and began to lower the thin strip of nylon that covered his uncut cock. Then he stopped and appeared to change his mind. "If you want it so bad, take 'em off yourself." I obeyed immediately and exposed his half-hard meat, which was rapidly working itself into a full erection. Momentarily awed by the sheer size of his hard-on (I had only seen it before is the shower room in its flaccid state), I must have appeared indecisive, because Troy now began to behave in a more threatening manner, pulling my head forcibly to his crotch. "You wanted it; either you eat this dick or I'll knock the crap out of you!" I took the whole of his cock into my mouth all at once, and promptly gagged on account of its size. Troy calmed down a bit, and offered a bit of advice. "My girlfriend swallows a lot as she takes it down her throat. Just take as much as you can, then come up for air and go back down.“ I greatly benefited from this unsolicited advice, and I soon felt Troy's dick swell to a full, steely hard-on as I massaged it with the untrained muscles of my throat. He moaned softly as I tongued the head and gradually deep-throated all nine inches of his engorged member. Although I was inexperienced, my passion carried me to feats of cocksucking Troy had obviously never before experienced. Troy looked down as I released my own hard-on from my Speedo and began jacking off in time to his thrusts into my mouth. "Damn, if you aren't really getting into this! If I'd known before you were this good at giving head, I would have gladly fed you my cock all summer long. My girlfriend has never done me like that!" I looked up his tanned, washboard stomach and then backed away from the pleasant chlorine scent of his pubes in order to respond, but Troy forced my head back down on his meat. I'm nearly there. My girlfriend hates to taste the stuff, but if you're really gay, you'll suck me dry." I dove in with a frenzy, eager beyond words to have my first taste of Troy's jism. I didn't know what to expect, but I knew that I wanted it more than anything in the world. Troy didn't keep me waiting long. Troy's dick suddenly swelled to an incredible width and then, almost without warning, the first burst of cum hit the back of my throat with a vengeance. I was unprepared for such an onslaught, but there was no escape from the wave after wave of fluid which spurted from the head of his cock. I choked on the quantity of cum, and most of it ended up dribbling out the sides of my mouth and down my cheeks. The sensation was absolutely electrifying, and my own dick erupted involuntarily all over the floor. I savored the remaining fluid in my mouth, and realized with great satisfaction that I had mastered the art of the blow job in less than 15 minutes' time. As I tried to pull Troy's softening cock from my mouth, his hand went to my chin. "Just leave it there. That was a warm-up round. Now we can get down to some serious cocksucking." I emptied a total of three loads from Troy's seemingly endless balls that afternoon. He would alternately fuck my face standing up, lying down, and even on all fours! Although we parted ways at the end of the summer to go off to different colleges, I still see Troy occasionally when I'm home on vacation. He hasn't forgotten how much I like his cock. In fact, it's one of the things I enjoy most about my visits home!