I woke up to the muffled sound of laughter. I could feel sun washing over my body as it shone down through the window onto the bed. I was sprawled out, covering most of the mattress, wearing only a pair of plaid boxers. I looked at my watch; it was 10 am. I couldn’t believe that it was already this hot so early in the day. It must have been 90 degrees. I wondered if this was normal for Las Vegas in April. It had been snowing in Iowa a few days ago.
My head was pounding. I felt a little sick to my stomach – the result of too many tequila shots the night before. My best friends and I had been determined to enjoy every minute of our spring break in Sin City, so we’d had to go to a club after we checked into the hotel at 11 pm. We were so excited to be away from our small boring college town, where both bars closed promptly at 1 am. We’d partied until the earlier hours of the morning before returning exhausted to our shared hotel room.
I walked over to the en-suite bathroom. The countertop was already littered with items: deodorant, tooth paste, and cologne. I should have known that squeezing four guys into a one-bedroom suite with a single bathroom would be a messy affair. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes as I looked into the mirror.
I had a major case of bedhead; my wavy blonde locks were more tussled than usual, sticking up in disarray in various places. A white crust of drool was dried near my lower lip. I looked into my icy eyes before splashing my face with a palm-full of cold water.
I started to brush my teeth when I heard someone enter the bathroom. I could see Diego in the mirror’s reflection. He was only wearing a pair of red swim trunks that stopped a few inches above his knees. They clung tightly to his muscular thighs as he moved. The intense light from over the bathroom sink shined down against his caramel-colored skin.
Diego sidled up next to me at the sink as he reached for a container of hair gel. He started working the sticky substance into his black hair, giving it a shiny quality.
“Last night was intense, huh, Jake? I can’t believe that we all got so fucked up. I could hear Noah puking right after he woke up. He’s such a light-weight.” Diego chuckled. “You seemed to have a good night, though. I can’t believe what you did to Wylie; it was so brutal.”
I wondered what he was talking about. I could remember chunks of the evening, but clearly not as much as him. I tried to think back over the night. I recalled going to a club, drinking lots of shots, chatting up a hot blonde, and falling into bed. It was like trying to remember the details of last summer’s action blockbuster; I could picture the major action sequences, but not much more. I spit out the mixture of toothpaste and saliva from my mouth.
“What are you talking about? What happened with Wylie?”
“Oh, you don’t remember?” he asked casually. “He was really into this fit blonde who was at the club with a few of her friends. She was the one with the big tits, if that jogs your memory. Wylie was making progress with her, then he went to the bar to grab some drinks for her and her friends. When he came back, you and the blonde were all over each other. You had your tongue down her throat.”
I was starting to remember a few more details from the night before. I could picture the blonde in better detail. She was short and curvy, with a thick ass. She had worn a dress that had a deep cut in the front; I couldn’t believe that her huge breasts had stayed in place. An ex had told me that women use double-sided tape to help avoid potential nip slips when they wear those types of outfits. I remembered that we had kissed a bit, but her friends had pulled her away; they’d wanted to take her with them as they’d all left for… well, for wherever else they’d been headed.
“Wylie bitched about you being a cock-block for the rest of the night,” Diego said as he finished styling his hair. He still seemed amused by the whole situation. “I’m surprised you don’t remember. He was giving you a death stare in the taxi back to the hotel.”
We both walked into the main living area of the suite. Ennis and Noah were sitting on the coach. Apparently, they had already hooked up the game console to the TV. They were oblivious to me and Diego, already laser-focused on shooting zombies.
Ennis had sunglasses perched on his short, auburn hair. He was wearing a white tank top and baggy green swim trunks. He was really proud of his biceps; he would start wearing sleeveless shirts as soon as the temperature hit 70 degrees each spring. Noah was shirtless and wearing loose-fitting black swim trunks. He was a bigger guy; his stomach pooched out a fair amount. His chest was covered in thick, black hair that partially obscured his small nipples.
I could see Wylie crouched next to his duffel bag near the corner of the room. I walked over to him and tapped him on the shoulder. He slowly rose, turning to look me in the eyes with a smile on his face.
“Hey, sorry about last night,” I said. “Diego was just telling me about my party foul. I can’t even remember it; I was so fucked up.”
“It’s not a big deal,” Wylie responded in a wooden tone. “I’m sure I’ll hook up with an even hotter girl tonight. Just don’t cock-block me again.”
It sounded like he was trying to force a laugh after the last sentence. I didn’t quite think that he was as cool with everything as he was letting on.
Wylie and I had some baggage in our friendship. Last summer, his (now) ex-girlfriend had kissed me when I was wasted at a party. I had told her I couldn’t fuck over my best-friend like that, and we didn’t end up doing anything, but she’d broken up with him a few days later. After drinking away some of his sorrows, he had told me that he had always been a little jealous of how easy I had it with girls. He had talked about how, at 5’8″ and with a “normal” body, most girls wouldn’t even give him a second glance. He’d told me that he wished he could look like me: 6’2″, muscular frame, a big smile with near-perfect teeth, blonde hair, and azure eyes.
I had genuinely felt bad for my friend, but I also thought he was over-simplifying things. It wasn’t like my life was perfect. There had been tons of times I had been rejected. I had tried to tell him this to let him know we all deal with those struggles; he kept reiterating that we weren’t in the same situation. We had never really talked about it after that one evening.
I noticed that Wylie was starting to apply sunscreen to his arms; he had just pulled the bottle from his bag. He was wearing a sky-blue T-shirt and dark-gray swim trunks.
“I’m guessing the swim trunks aren’t a fashion statement?” I asked.
“We decided that it’s so sunny, and too fucking hot, compared to back home. So why not hit up the pool for an hour or two? We can have a few drinks to help with our hangovers. And we can grab some lunch afterwards,” Diego said.
“Okay, that sounds like a good plan. Just give me a minute to change.”
I headed into the bedroom, finding my bag amongst the piles of pillows and blankets on the floor. Clearly, we had made a mess after we had come home last night. I started digging through my clothes. There were jeans, t-shirts, polos, boxers, and socks, but I couldn’t find my swim trunks. I was almost certain that I had packed them. I traipsed back out to the other room.
“Guys, has anyone seen my swim trunks? Maybe someone took them from my bag by mistake?”
The guys all shook their heads to indicate that they didn’t know where my swim trunks were. Ennis and Noah had stopped playing their game; they were eating some fruit that had been left in the room to welcome us. Wylie and Diego were standing next to the desk in the corner; it looked like they’d been mid-conversation when I had interrupted.
“Fuck!” I exclaimed. “Do you think somewhere nearby sells swimwear?”
“The hotel’s gift shop might have some. They’ll just cost $100,” Diego joked.
“I think I have an extra pair you can borrow for the morning,” Wylie said. “Then you can go find some further from the Strip that aren’t so expensive.”
“Thanks, bro,” I said as we both made our way over to his duffel bag.
Wylie opened it; sitting right on top, there was a pair of navy swim trunks. He picked them up and handed them to me. I’d been worried that they might not fit when Wylie had made the offer, but they looked like they would be fine. I figured he must go for the loose, baggy look when it comes to swim wear.
I went back into the bedroom, quickly changing into the swim trunks. They felt a bit odd; it was almost like the fabric was made from some synthetic material. It didn’t surprise me that Wylie had opted for a cheap pair; they had probably only cost $10. But I figured that beggars can’t be choosers, and slipped into them.
We gathered the things we needed for the pool: water, sunscreen, headphones, and towels. I asked Diego if we needed to wear shirts in order to ride the elevator down and walk through the corridor to the pool outside. He said he didn’t think it would be an issue; if worst came to worst we could just drape our towels across our shoulders so that most of our chests would be covered.
We exited the room and made our way down to the pool. The hotel was not as busy as I had imagined it would be. I figured that most of the other guests were also college students on spring break; they were likely still sleeping or grabbing breakfast to help with their hangovers.
We made our way through the door leading from the hotel to the pool area. I had to hold my hand up to shield my eyes; the sun was overwhelming. Once I could see again, I scanned my surroundings.
There was a medium-sized pool, but nothing special compared to some of the lavish offerings at the other hotels. The concrete surrounding the pool was lined with a few rows of adjustable lounge chairs that could be put into a flat position. There were a few large umbrellas, but not enough to offer shade to all the seats. I noticed that the seats under the umbrellas were already occupied.
“Let’s go the front,” Diego said. “I want to be close to the pool. That way we’ll all get a better view of the hotties getting in and out of the water.”
We followed Diego to the opposite side of the pool so that we were facing the hotel. We were able to get five chairs next to one another, in the following line-up: Wylie, Noah, Ennis, Diego, and, lastly, me. I placed my towel across the chair’s hot plastic slats. It was in a position where the back was slightly reclined, with the place for one’s legs lowered flat. I sat down, trying to get comfortable.
I looked around the pool; there were probably thirty other people enjoying the sun. Almost all of them appeared to be college students, or, at least, people in their early twenties. I could see that some of them were already drinking. Margaritas seemed to be the popular choice for the girls.
Ennis and Noah offered to grab us drinks as well. They came back with some beers; it was so refreshing to have something cold to counter the scorching sun. I was also hoping it would help with the low-grade headache that I was still battling. I normally didn’t drink so early in the day, but, when in Rome – or, rather, when in Las Vegas.
I looked at the pool. There were a couple people in the shallow end with drinks in their hands. I noticed that there was a guy near the corner of the pool standing on the cement; he was using something to remove debris from the bottom. It seemed weird to be doing that when the pool was occupied, but I wondered if maybe the morning was when it was the least busy.
I was talking with Diego about some of the stuff we wanted to do over the week. He wanted to go to this place where you can race a Ferrari. I told him that I wanted to go to this foam party at one of the clubs that I’d heard about from a friend. We both agreed that we wanted to fuck some hot girls. Neither of us were in a relationship, although I don’t know if we would have felt differently even if we had been.
“Hey, sexy,” I heard a sultry voice interrupt as someone sat down in the chair next to mine.
I looked over to see the blonde girl from the night before. She had large designer sunglasses balanced atop her bleach blonde hair; her lips were full and shiny. She was wearing a small white bikini; the top and bottom both tied at the sides to fasten it. I thought her body looked fucking insane! The bikini top barely contained her large breasts; they looked like they wanted to spill out. I thought I was going to drool just looking at her.
“You remember me, right?” she asked. “Kacey. I’m glad I’m getting to see you again. I was pretty bummed that my friends pulled me away from you last night.”
We started talking. I introduced myself, assuming she didn’t remember much from last night either. She was visiting Las Vegas for spring break as well; she attended college in Texas. We were getting pretty flirty. She would reach over and caress my bicep whenever I said anything remotely funny. She also introduced me to her friend, who was sitting on her other side.
Diego asked me a quick question. When I looked back in his direction to reply, I could see Wylie glaring at me. Part of me thought that maybe I should shut things down with Kacey; I didn’t want to hear him whine for the rest of the week. But, I figured, it wasn’t like they were a couple, so I didn’t really owe him anything.
I realized that Diego, Ennis, and Noah had been tossing back beers like they were water. They had already drunk quite a few in less than an hour. They were the types of guys who find everything funny and don’t really think things through when they get intoxicated. I was having a hard time hearing Kacey whenever they would burst out laughing.
“Hey, Jake,” I heard Wylie call across the others. “I dare you to go do a cannonball in the pool.”
He was smiling in a devious manner. I thought it was pretty odd that we had barely spoken all morning, but now he was challenging me to do a cannonball. I figured he must think I would look like a fool and embarrass myself in front of Kacey. It seemed petty. Then I thought it could be a fun excuse to get Kacey into the pool with me; maybe I could invite her in after I completed Wylie’s challenge? In the water, I could get a lot closer to her without it feeling forced.
“Get ready for the best cannonball you’ve ever seen in your life!” I replied.
I could see Kacey smirking as I walked over to the deep end of the pool. She had downed a couple drinks while we had been talking, so she was definitely giddier now. The few people in the pool were all in the shallow end, so I didn’t have to worry about colliding with any of them.
I decided to ham it up a little before I dove in. I could see that my friends and Kacey were all watching. I did a few silly poses: the standard showing of the guns, popping out my leg and flexing to show off my muscular thigh, and tensing my abs to make my six-pack pop. Everyone in my group, with the exception of Wylie, was either cheering or laughing. I could see a few other women egging me on as well.
I dove into the deep end, pulling my knees firmly against my chest. The cold water felt really nice in contrast to the oppressive heat as I emerged back to the surface. I swam over to the edge of the pool in front of where Kacey was sitting. I slicked my blonde hair back with my palms. I tried to convince her to come into the water. I talked about how refreshing it was and how I could use some company. After about five minutes of trying to persuade her, I decided that it wasn’t going to happen. She seemed firm on the fact on the fact that the chlorine would dry out her skin and damage her hair.
I started to swim over the ladder near the corner of the deep end. I could feel fabric scratching against the back of by right knee as I did the breaststroke. I grabbed onto the hot metal pole framing the ladder. I looked down to see loose pieces of navy fabric separating from the swim trucks; they were swirling in the water, and it looked like they were dissolving?! I reached down, feeling them disintegrate between my fingers as I examined the fabric.
My heart started to race; my breathing became shallow. I could feel my chest heaving with each inhalation. I couldn’t understand what was happening. It would make sense if they had ripped, but this was far more serious. I tried to grip the remaining fabric in a more frantic manner, willing it to reform itself. I could see my terrified reflection staring back at me from the surface of the water.
I heard laughing from where I had been sitting. I turned to see that Wylie had changed seats. He was now reclining where I had been sitting. He and Diego were doubled over as they watched what was happening. Kacey was smiling and shaking her head from side to side. Ennis and Noah were chuckling as well, but not to the same extent as my other friends.
“Jake, what happened to your trunks? Did you decide to go skinny-dipping?” Wylie cackled.
I could see other people from nearby chairs start to look at me now. There was a group of college girls under one of the umbrellas, who started pointing. They were clearly curious about what was going on. I was hoping that the reflection of the sun on the surface of the water was making it harder for the onlookers to see what was happening below the surface. I could feel my face turning red from embarrassment; sweat started to drip down the nape of my neck.
My hands now felt my skin where the fabric had been moments earlier. I slid my palms across my thighs; there wasn’t a bit of clothing left! My hands glided across my ass, finding that it was exposed as well. I looked down; I could see my soft dick floating in front of me through the surface of the water. The six inches of flesh were buoyantly trying to reach the surface. I cupped one hand over my crotch while continuing to hold onto the ladder with the other. The only piece of fabric remaining was the white drawstring around my waist, and even that looked like it was dissolving.
“What the fuck did you do, Wylie?” I asked.
“Nothing!” he replied, faking sincerity “I don’t know what you are talking about.” The other guys all laughed in response to his answer; they must have known what was actually going on.
My stomach was hurting; the sickly feeling of embarrassment had collided with the lingering nausea from my hangover. I looked around the crowd; I could hear some of the women nearby talking about my ass. I positioned one foot on the ladder, using my other hand to try to cover my backside. It was hard to stay balanced while shielding myself.
“Come over and grab a towel,” Wylie called out.
I looked over to see him holding my towel in his hand, waving it like a flag. Kacey was laughing; she must have been starting to enjoy the joke they were having at my expense. I thought about asking him to bring it to me, but I was starting to accept that I would have to jump through the hoop of going over there. I was sure it was supposed to be part of the joke: making me beg for my towel in front of Kacey.
I pulled myself along the wall of the pool while keeping my dick covered with my other hand. I stopped when I reached the spot in front of my friends; the chairs were about ten feet from the edge of the pool. I positioned my crotch against the wall, while placing on arm onto the concrete and my other arm behind my ass to offer coverage.
“This has all been incredibly funny,” I said, rolling my eyes. “Can I get that towel now?”
Wylie stood up, meandering a few feet from the pool. I couldn’t believe that he was being such an asshole. I could forgive my other friends for thinking it was funny, since they were halfway drunk, but Wylie had obviously come up with this plan well in advance. Where the fuck did he even find dissolving swim trunks?
He was waving the towel in front of me; he pulled it out of my reach as soon as I started to grab it. I could hear my friends and Kacey chuckling as it slipped through my fingers. I leaned forward a little further, making another attempt. Wylie moved back just enough so I couldn’t reach it. Diego was in hysterics; he must have known about the prank in advance too. I was starting to notice more people commenting from behind me.
One of the women lounging on the other side of the pooled yelled, “Just get out and grab it. We won’t watch, promise!” One of her friends let out a loud whistling sound. I pressed my palm more firmly over my ass cheeks, wondering what view they had of my ordeal.
I could see Wylie grinning like the cat that got the cream. I was over this; I was going to get that towel. I uncovered my backside, quickly planting my other arm on the concrete in front of me. I pushed myself up using my one forearm to grab to towel with my other hand. I managed to get it in my grasp. Wylie gave the towel a forceful yank, leveraging his body weight. I knew my supporting arm had shifted before I felt my torso make impact with the concrete. My arms were splayed out in front of me.
I could feel the lip of the pool digging into my waistline. I watched as Wylie hopped forward, placing one of his feet firmly between my shoulder blades. I couldn’t believe that the asshole was basically standing on my back. I could see that Kacey was grinning; it was fucking humiliating to have her watch me being owned by someone like Wylie.
“Hey, girls! Do you like the view?” Wylie shouted to the other side of the pool.
I felt a wave of shame wash over me. I realized that my ass was fully exposed above the surface of the water. I scrambled to reach back, trying to cover myself with my hands.
“Hot ass!” one of them shouted. “Now don’t get shy on us! You don’t have anything to be ashamed of with what you’ve got!”
I watched as Wylie motioned for Diego; he walked over, and Wylie whispered in his ear. I started trying to roll my shoulder to dislodge myself from my precarious position. I could hear Diego chuckle at whatever Wylie had said to him.
I could see Diego move over to the edge of the pool. I started to panic, thinking that he was going to work with Wylie to pull me out. I would have to fight with them to try to cover myself as quickly as I could. I was certain they wanted to maximize my embarrassment.
Diego pulled at my arms; I tried to keep them covering myself but it was impossible. He slid them up to my lower back, crossing my wrists over one another. He used his left hand to pin them to my back. My ass was now fully exposed to the crowd again. I looked out of the corner of my eye to see it sticking over the edge of the pool like a juicy peach.
“Come on, dude,” I said to Diego, but he ignored me.
“Happy, girls?” he asked, eliciting cheers.
I could feel my heart thumping in my chest as it pressed into the concrete. My head was starting to feel foggy; the humiliation and the heat were taking a toll on me. I tried to quickly yank my hands; they started to slip from Diego’s grip, but he managed to secure them, pressing on my wrists with greater force.
“He’s being a bad boy, girls! What should I do? Want me to let him go?” Diego called out to them.
I prayed that they would tell him to free me so I could grab a towel and slink back up to the room. I looked up to see Wylie still towering on top of me. I could see the guy who was cleaning the pool; he was standing near the corner I had been at a few moments ago. I wondered why, as an employee, he wasn’t intervening. He shook his head when I made eye contact with him. He set down his equipment and left. He e must have seen too many drunk college students to even care at this point.
“Spank him! That’s what you do to naughty boys!” one of the women yelled back, as her friends cackled.
I could hear all of my friends burst out laughing. I looked over to see Kacey; she averted her gaze. She was laughing as she looked at Wylie. I was starting to figure out that any chance I had with her was gone; she was now seeing me as the pathetic weakling of my group. I knew there was no way I could rebound.
“Fuck!” I heard myself howl, as Diego’s firm palm slapped down against my ass.
He laughed; he must have been expecting me to hide my reaction. The force from his hand vibrated through the dense muscle in my ass. I clenched, in response. He slapped it again, creating a large “thwack” sound. The college girls across the pool were all egging him on.
Diego started to increase the pace for the next few slaps; my asshole puckered. I could feel my cock being pushed against the wall of the pool with each forceful spank. The tile was warm and slippery against my dick. It felt really nice. I couldn’t believe this was happening. It was bad enough getting spanked in front of these people; I wasn’t going to let them see me get hard. I begged the blood to not flow into my cock.
I felt Wylie remove his foot from my back. I used the opportunity to pull my upper-half from the concrete, causing my shoulder to crash into Diego’s body. He lost his footing, falling into the pool just before he was about to land another smack on my muscular behind. I slid down the edge of the pool, submerging myself in the water.
I held my breath; I wanted to delay having to come back to the surface. I saw a large, red handprint across my ass. I was happy to find that I had not gotten hard, although I had firmed up a little. Thankfully, I didn’t think it was even possible for anyone to notice while trying to look through the water. I covered my crotch with both hands; it felt less important to cover my ass since everyone had just watched me get spanked. It was so fucking humiliating.
As my lungs started to scream for air, I surfaced in the middle of the deep-end of the pool. I looked over to see Diego next to the edge. He was talking to my friends, who were now all crouched near the lip of the pool. I could tell that they were up to no good.
“Kacey, toss me a towel? Please?” I asked.
I decided that this might be my best shot, since she wasn’t involved in whatever was going on with the guys. She looked at me with a mix of pity and pleasure, shaking her head from side to side.
“I’m not getting involved,” she said, “but I’m enjoying the show.”
I watched as Wylie and Ennis stripped off their shirts. Ennis jumped in the pool first, closely followed by Wylie and Noah. They emerged from the water, wiping it away from their eyes. I wondered what they were going to do. I was guessing that they were going to try to pull me to the stairs in the shallow-end and force me out of the pool naked. I could feel my breathing speed up again.
Each of the four guys started to swim; they moved around me, creating the corners of a square with me in the center. The drunk college girls from earlier were goading them on. They were closing the gap so there was not any space for me to try to swim past them. I decided that my best option was to face one of them head-on.
I pushed myself towards Ennis since he was the smallest. I tried to use my shoulder to push him out of my way; I could feel him grab onto my elbow. The other three guys were soon joining us as I tried to free myself. Diego grabbed my other elbow. Ennis and Diego pried my hands from in front of me. I looked down; I could kind of see my dick, but the golden reflection of the sun on the water’s surface made it difficult. I was a little less mortified knowing that I had some protection from being totally exposed.
Diego and Ennis were at my sides, each wrenching one of my arms. Wylie and Noah were behind the three of us. We were all facing the college girls who had just watched Diego spank me. They were craning their heads, trying to peer into the water. I could see that most of them were squinting.
“We figured you deserved to see the front since you already saw the back,” Diego called out to them.
I could hear Wylie chuckling behind me. I jammed my shoulder into Diego. He hardened his grasps around my bicep; his wet fingers dug into my muscle.
“We can’t see shit,” one of the girls replied. “The sun is too bright. Can’t you get him out of the water for us, boys?”
I felt Ennis and Diego start to pull me towards the shallow-end of the pool. I was twisting my torso and trying to kick at them below the water. I knew that I was losing ground. I couldn’t compete with the four of them. I felt the ground under my feet as we reached the six-foot depth marker. I tried to dig my heels into the concrete to keep them from dragging me.
I started to panic. The feeling under my feet made it click that I was soon going to be paraded up the stairs, out of the pool, naked. I felt adrenaline and another wave of nausea rush through my body. I looked down to see that more of my body was coming into view; first my pecs, then the top of my abs.
I hooked my left leg between Diego, wrapping it around his knee. We stopped as he tried not to trip. Wylie and Noah re-positioned themselves in front of us. I was pleased to know that the forward momentum had stopped. Wylie looked over at the college girls whooping at me before laughing himself. I wanted to push him, but I couldn’t with my arms being restrained. I unwrapped my leg from around Diego and swiped it under his ankle. He tumbled back into the water.
Diego and Ennis were still firmly gripping my biceps when Wylie emerged from the water. He nodded, as if he was impressed that I was still fighting back against the inevitable. I looked over at Kacey; she was perched on the edge of her chair watching the chaos.
“Noah, grab his left leg,” Wylie said. “I’ll grab the right one. We are going to hoist him up and give the girls what they want.”
I felt my heart skip a beat as Noah and Wylie dove beneath the water. I tried to kick at them, but it didn’t have much range of motion with my other two friends holding my arms. I felt hands grabbing at my ankles, causing them to slide out from under me. Wylie and Noah surfaced, each holding a foot under their arms. I could see my feet and lower legs above the water in front of me; luckily, my crotch was still under about a foot of water.
The girls were cheering. I felt like I was some spectacle on display; it was too much. I could feel myself shaking, knowing what was about to come. Wylie and Diego were laughing; Noah and Ennis appeared more glassy-eyed, just drunkenly following commands, but they seemed to think it was funny to some extent as well.
Wylie held my ankle while sliding his other hand under the back of my thigh. Ennis followed his lead on the other side of my body. I could feel my legs separating from one another a bit. Diego and Noah pulled out my arms, each placing their other hands under my back. I reclined back into the water slightly as they manipulated my body.
“Please, guys, please,” I begged. “You really don’t need to do this. Please.”
“Lift him now,” Wylie commanded.
I felt their hands pressing into my thighs, arms, and back. I desperately tried to pull and kick, but they had restrained me too well with their hands. I felt the pressure intensify as they started to push me towards the sky. I watched helplessly as my crotch moved closer to the surface of the water. Then, finally, my dick broke through the surface. I heard cheers from the college women; Kacey was clapping as well. I must have looked like a starfish, with my arms and legs pulled away from me. My dick hung down between my legs on top of my pendulous nutsack.
The water separated from my body as they hoisted me upwards. I guessed that they were holding me about one foot above the surface. I could feel water dripping from my balls and cock, back into the pool. I continued to writhe, trying to free myself. I tightened my abs and tried to use the strength of my core to pull away. I felt the sun beating down on my body; it highlighted the transition between the pale white skin – which should have been under my swim trunks – to the sun-kissed hue of my torso and extremities.
“Come take a look, girls,” Diego called out.
I couldn’t believe he was inviting them closer; wasn’t it enough for them that they had exposed me? A few of the girls walked over to the edge of the pool closest to where I was been held.
“That’s fucking fabulous!”
“I thought it would be bigger. He has a nice ass though.”
“I would lick that body clean!”
They were cackling, as they looked over my body like they were taking an anatomy class. I closed my eyes, hoping that I could disappear. I felt my body being jostled up and down mildly; I realized my friends were laughing at the girls’ commentary.
“It’s too sunny out for his pale skin,” one of the girls said. “He’s going to burn.”
I opened my eyes again. She walked back over to her chair. I watched as she rummaged through her bag, removing a large, white, plastic bottle. She was a petite brunette with a small chest and a flat stomach, wearing a pink bikini. She had luscious, honey-colored skin, and she walked with a wiggle as she returned. Even as panicked and humiliated as I was, I couldn’t help but think about how hot she was. Then I thought about how she was another girl I might have hooked up with if this hadn’t happened.
“Here, I got you some sunscreen,” she said with a wink. She held it out over the water, like she wanted one of my friends to take the bottle from her hand.
“How about you help us out?” Wylie requested. “Just squirt some on him.”
She paused for a second, looking back at her friends. They were all egging her on. I glanced over to Kacey; she was obviously laughing, now, in between sips of her drink. The brunette popped the top from the bottle, aiming it out over the pool. She gave it a firm squeeze.
A blast of warm, white liquid shot across my pecs; it smelled like coconut. She gave another pump. A diagonal white line formed across my legs. I could hear her giggling. She squeezed one more time; a thick smattering shot across my small patch of blonde public hair and my cock. I could hear a loud cheer; people were clearly excited that she’d hit the bullseye – well, the front one, anyway.
Two of her friends walked back over. I could feel myself breathing more rapidly; the gloopy smear of sunscreen on my chest was vibrating in time with my heartbeat. The three of them had loosely huddled up and whispering to one another.
“Come on, boys. You got to rub it in or else it won’t work,” the petite brunette said in a sultry tone.
“Yeah, come on,” added her friend. “I want to watch. It would be so fucking hot.”
That friend bent forward a little bit. I could more easily see her large breasts cradled in her bikini top. She was arching her back to make her large ass pop out behind her. She reached her hand towards her chest, running it across her smooth skin. She was so sexy; I could feel tingling across my body as she wiggled her ass.
“Ennis, slide your hand closer to the middle of Jake’s back,” Diego said as he stared at the busty woman.
Ennis did as he was told. I could feel Diego remove his hand from my back while still holding my arm. The weight of my upper half now rested solely on Ennis. Diego raised his hand over my pecs, keeping it a few inches away from my skin.
“Is this what you want to see, baby?” he asked.
The brunette girl nodded her headed. “Yeah, rub it in real good,” she commanded.
I felt Diego’s hand as it slowly made contact with my pecs, pressing the sunscreen into my skin. He started rubbing it in a circular motion. The busty girl was encouraging him, telling him that what he was doing was hot. Diego’s palm was warm and soft. His fingers tickled as they glided across my torso. I could feel my nipples getting hard. I could see that Diego had noticed as well. He reached down, giving the nipple closest to him a twist.
“Fuck!” I called out.
I realized that it was the first thing I had said in a while. I now knew I was the type of person to freeze when neither fight nor flight were options. The girls reacted to my outburst with excitement, and Diego was happy that they were happy. I could see Kacey stand up from her chair; she walked around the pool, joining the other girls.
Diego slid his hand down over my abs; They tensed in response to his touch. The sunscreen felt so silky and warm. He made an effort to drag his middle finger across the defined lines in my six pack. I breathed a little deeper.
Diego and I were both watching the girls. Kacey was leaning forward as well. I could see her large tits; they were desperate to spill out of her top. The other busty girl was rubbing her hand across her stomach, mimicking what Diego was doing to me. The warm caresses on my abs felt so good, and I found myself I staring at the young women’s toned bodies. That was a mistake. I should have known what would happen next.
I tried to will myself to stop it, like I had done earlier, but I couldn’t. I felt my cock pulse. I looked down as it started to pull away from where it had been hanging next to my left thigh. It started to grow; it was firming up as it crawled up my thigh. Luckily, it stopped before it got any harder.
“I think he’s getting hard,” said the busty girl. “So fucking hot.”
She rubbed her stomach with greater force while giving Diego a lascivious look. She slid her hand down over her bikini bottoms, and she started to softly rub herself. Diego’s eyes widened; he was probably thinking about touching her there as well. He lifted his hand from my abs, shifting it down my body. It stopped right over my cock, hovering just a few inches above it.
He can’t be fucking serious, I thought. I knew that was a line he wouldn’t cross.
The busty girl nodded at him.
He lowered his hand. He quickly and firmly dragged his index and middle fingers up the length of my shaft. I could feel the nerve endings in my dick firing at full force. I couldn’t believe he had done it! I heard the girls start to shriek. I looked down to see my cock pulling away from my thigh; it was getting harder and fatter. It rose up, sticking straight into the air. The hard eight inches created a shadow that covered part of my abs.
“He’s fucking hard!”
“I can’t believe it. That’s so fucking hot!”
The girls were chattering; I could hear Wylie, Ennis, and Noah laughing. Diego looked like he was shocked that his fingertips had caused such a quick and obvious response. He moved both hands to my bicep.
“Come on,” said the busty girl. “I want to see you rub it all the way in.”
“You are sexy as hell, but that isn’t going to happen,” Diego replied. He repositioned himself back to where he’d been before the sunscreen-application session.
“Guys, please let me down,” I said meekly. “This has been enough.”
I was hoping that Diego might be thrown off a bit, and that he might convince the others to let me down. I watched as my dick throbbed, sticking straight into in the air. There was still some sunscreen streaked on it.
“Can’t one of you other guys help him out?” asked Kacey. “What about you, sexy?” She pointed at Wylie.
I couldn’t believe that she had spoken up. I had wanted to think that she wasn’t a part of this the same way as the others. I pleaded with her with my eyes. I wondered how she could think it was funny to see me hoisted up naked with an erection in front of a crowd of people. I could see Wylie smiling, clearly happy that Kacey was treating him as an alpha to my beta.
“I’m not going to touch his dick,” he said, “but I have another idea.”
I zoned out for a second as he talked with Noah. I just wanted to turn into foam and dissolve into the water. I could feel Noah taking both of my ankles in one wide grasp. As my legs slid together, he placed his other hand under my ass. This freed up Wylie so that he could leave. I watched as he swam to the corner of the pool. I wondered what the hell he was up to. I just hoped it would be painless and quick. I wanted this to be over so I could start to pretend that it had never happened.
Wylie was swimming back with something weird in his hand; it looked shiny and black. I could hear a soft humming, as he approached. I realized what it was; my heart started racing. I flailed, trying to get lose, but it didn’t work.
“Please, guys,” I said. “This isn’t funny anymore.”
Apparently, everyone else disagreed. They were laughing, pointing at me, and smiling. Wylie swam up next to my body so he was behind me, facing the onlookers. He held up the black tube; It made it whooshing noise as he removed it from the water. It was the pool cleaning attachment the guy had been using to remove debris from the floor!
“I know you wanted a hand job, but how about a blow job?” he asked the girls.
They started cheering and laughing. I could still feel my cock pulsing; it was like the more I wanted it to go soft, the harder it got. It was rock hard and pointing into the air like an arrow. Wylie moved the opening of the tube to the surface of the water, demonstrating that the suction could lap up the water. I trembled with fear; I could feel my heartbeat in my cock.
He slowly lowered the tube towards my dick, and I wasn’t merely frozen; I was terrified by how much worse things might get if I struggled too much. I could feel the suction pulling on my cock head before it even got to it; the tube looked just wide enough to accommodate the girth of my dick. I could feel some of the sun screen gliding up my shaft. Everyone was laughing hysterically.
Wylie continued to move the mouth of the tube closer to my body. It was only an inch away from my dick. He lowered it quickly, just enough to make a connection, but not long enough to create a seal, before removing it again. I could feel my balls pull closer to my body as he teased me. My nutsack tightened. I bit my lip. My cock became harder than I thought possible.
Wylie teased me a few more times with the same rhythmic motion. I could see that Kacey was speechless, but grinning; the other girls were laughing. Wylie took the tube and held it about a few inches away from the side of my shaft; my dick gently swayed back-and-forth as he taunted it with the suction. Scared as I was, I kind of liked the feeling.
“Oh fuck,” I moaned.
“He’s loving this, girls!” Wylie said, laughing loudly.
He positioned the tube’s mouth over my dick again. He lowered it until this was kissing my skin. Then he kept going until my cock head slid inside. It felt slippery as it entered because of the sunscreen. He held it in place; there was just enough room to not make an airtight seal. I could feel air caressing my dick as it was being pulled by my shaft into the tube.
“Oh god. Fuck me,” I moaned.
My senses were being overloaded with pleasure. I closed my eyes. I felt myself arch my hips, pushing an inch deeper into the tube – for just a second, before pulling back.
“He’s fucking the tube! He’s fucking it!” I heard Wylie exclaim through my haze of pleasure.
I continued to roll my hips slightly up and down, feeling the suction trying to engulf me. I bucked a little deeper; I could feel that I was about four inches into the tube. It was fucking amazing! I was worried about going too deep; I didn’t want to tube to make a seal or pull in the skin from my scrotum.
“So fucking good,” I moaned softly.
I could hear the laughter, but I was trying to tune it out. I was getting into a rhythm. I became more aware of my friends’ hands digging into my thighs, back, and ass as I pushed myself in and out of the tube’s mouth. Their hands felt so good – like an aggressive, all-over massage. I felt a wave of heat wash over me. I curled my toes down towards the water. I knew what was about to happen.
“Oh god! Oh god! I’m cumming!” I grunted.
I opened my eyes at that very moment. Wylie pulled to tube off of me; my dick was pointed up towards my abs at an angle. It was throbbing with warmth. I let out a gasp, leaving my mouth open in awe. A thick rope of hot, white cum erupted from my cock; it was the biggest load I had shot in years. I felt the warmth as it shot up my chest before splashing across my chin and onto my lower lip. I quickly closed my mouth, feeling the stickiness smearing to my lips as they closed.
I watched as four more huge ropes of cum shot across my abs and chest. Luckily, none of the others reached my face. My body was trembling as I came. My friends kept adjusting their hands to support me as I shook. One final, smaller shot spewed out of my dick before dripping down my cock head and shaft.
I could hear whooping and applause. I looked over to see the girls cheering; Kacey was clapping. My friends were all laughing; Wylie’s seemed more devious than the uproarious quality of the other guys’. I looked down to see that there were thick streaks and small pools of cum all over my abs and pecs. It was hot and sticky – even more so under the hot Las Vegas sun.
As my cock started to deflate to half-mast, and the high of my orgasm waned, it hit me that I had just cum in front of my friends and a group of strangers. I was mortified; I couldn’t believe it had happened. I felt my cheeks blush as shame washed over me. I licked my lips, feeling the salty stickiness on them. I realized that not only had I just gotten a blow job from a pool cleaner, but I had also come in my own face. I knew I was never going to live this down.
I could feel my friends moving. Wylie was back under my body. I didn’t have it in me to wonder what was happening anymore, or to fight. I could see the girls drifting further away from us as we moved towards the stairs in the shallow end of the pool. I was still hoisted in the air. They lowered me onto the stairs once we got there; the water reached my knees.
I looked down to see the cum starting to drip down my chest. It was making larger, viscous smears as gravity pulled it down. I was in a complete daze. I could feel Diego and Wylie pulling on my arms. I didn’t know where Ennis and Noah had gone. Wylie and Diego were still laughing loudly. I felt the hot concrete burning my feet as I let them guide me.
I could see that we were approaching a large green metal fence door that said “Exit.” I felt myself come back to the present right as they were dragging me through the door. I was now in a parking lot on the side of the building. I tried to pull free from my friends’ grips, but they dug deeper into my biceps.
“You should go up to the room and get some rest,” Wylie said. “You deserve it after that performance. Just go to the lobby and ask for a spare key for the room.”
I could hear them howling as the gate shut behind them and the lock engaged. Feeling exhausted, I walked over to an empty SUV that was parked a few feet away. I looked at my reflection in the glass on the back of the vehicle. I could see my tall, muscular frame with bulging pecs and massive thighs; but I looked defeated. There was cum smeared across my chest and abs; my dick has hanging down, only partially hard. I saw myself sigh and shrug. I wish I could say that my reflection felt like a different person entirely. It didn’t.
I felt a pearl of cum drip from my cock head onto my foot. I figured that I should head to the lobby if I wanted to get the room key. I didn’t even bother trying to cover my shame as I started to walk away from my own pitiful reflection.