I Seduced My Straight Friend From High School at a Scottsdale Resort

One cushion, no space, and a look that said "please don't stop."

Dusk draped the Andaz Scottsdale in that honeyed light the desert saves for people who wait. The sky behind Camelback Mountain bruised from apricot to magenta, and the pool mirrored it, glass-still except for the soft V’s left by someone lazily kicking through the shallow end. Misters hissed along the cabana roofs; palm fronds clicked like beads. The travertine deck held the day’s heat and fed it back through the cushion of my lounger.

I lay there slick from a recent swim, blue Speedo riding a little low on my hips, a towel bunched under my head. For some reason, I decided to wear a cock ring under my suit. I don’t wear them often, but I felt like if I was already showing off the body I work hard to maintain, why not show off the veins of my cock? The ring fit snuggly around shaft and sack; I like my pubes trimmed and my balls, taint and hole smooth. As I laid there glistening in the sun, I glanced down at my cock and gave it a flex. My cock pressed firmly against the nylon fabric and my dorsal vein became more visible as blood rushed to my vessels.

A server’s ice bucket chimed once and kept going. From somewhere beyond the bungalows came the faint clink of flatware and a laugh that didn’t belong to anyone at the pool. It was quiet, the kind of quiet that makes small movements feel loud.

I tipped my sunglasses down the bridge of my nose and took a slow pull of sparkling water. Lime. Chlorine. Sunblock. The desert has its own perfume at this hour; creosote, hot dust beginning to cool, a memory of sunlight baked into everything.

That’s when Cody walked in.

He came off the path between the bungalows like the desert had built him: towel over one shoulder, board shorts riding low, shoulders broad and clean as cut stone. His neatly manicured happy trail traced down from his belly button to a patch of perfectly trimmed pubes, which popped from his waist band. The last band of sun painted him copper; high pecs, tight waist, those deep oblique lines that arrow down and make you forget your own name. His chest was smooth and sun-browned, nipples small and dark, abs stacked and hard enough to catch shadows. Cody’s forearms were heavily veined, hands nicked and strong; a woven bracelet at his wrist I remembered biting once. His hair was short, messy in that I-don’t-try way, and his jaw carried a day’s scruff that made him look a little mean in the best way. Then the eyes; light, sea-glass blue that cut straight through the shade and found me like they always do. He looked older than the kid I grew up with, all the softness traded for a swimmer’s economy, every line saying he knew exactly how he moved in his body. Gravity still liked him best. So did I.

We were the kind of friends who grew side-by-side like two lanes in the same pool, close, parallel, pretending not to drift. Junior year we started circling tighter. I was 15 the first time I sucked his cock and 16 the first time he fucked me raw. The way I remember it, Cody had a unique but beautiful penis. It was about 8 inches long, as thick as my wrist, heavily veined and slightly hooded like the doctor hadn't forgotten to remove all of foreskin when he circumcised Cody. I remember pulling his foreskin back, just a little, every time I sucked his cock. His cock had a bulbous head and a urethra I could fit my pinky inside. I loved Cody’s cock. Back then, he came a lot; it was thick, white and smooth; it tasted like butter. He could cum into his own mouth without even thrusting his hips towards his face. Cody was a strong cummer and I fucking loved every sweet milky drop of milk. I’ll never forget how amazing his cock felt the when he entered my hole.

We were young, dumb and full of cum and he filled me every time we were alone. Back then, I could cum three or four times in an hour and so could Cody, so we loved sleepovers. His parents were more strict than mine, so he usually crashed at my house. Sometimes, we’d spend the whole night fucking and sucking each other until our balls were completely drained, which is hard to do when you’re a teenager. One time, he fucked me three times in an hour and never even pulled out. I remember it vividly; it was three in the morning, we were laying on my bed, he’d pump and dump his load and then wait a few minutes, letting his cock rest inside me soaking in my juices and his cum. Then he’d start again. My hole would become so frothy with cum you could smell it down stairs in my parent’s living room. How they never knew Cody was breeding me every time he stayed over, I don’t know. I taught myself how to cum handsfree with Cody and eventually I would start oozing cum the moment he entered me and by the end of our fuck sessions, my sheets would literally soaked in our cum, sweat and spit. I think when Cody liked making me cum hands free; it reminded him of fucking his girlfriend, except my bussy was tighter than any pussy he’d fucked.

God, I missed those days. I remember how happy and horny I felt knowing my straight friend couldn’t get enough of my gay hole. And, I loved going to school knowing that even though he was a straight athlete with a girlfriend, he loved breeding my ass.