The Teacher The Delinquent on HotGuySecret
Some notes: This is a gay male story. There is public nudity, but nothing too crazy. There is also some fighting/violence (towards bullies in self defense), but no lasting damage, and, again, nothing too crazy. All characters are above the age of 18.
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I had to finish my senior year of high school in a completely new city, in a new state.
I never went hungry, but I grew up lower than middle class. There were nights we waited for the after 5 pm discount at the grocery store to buy expiring items for dinner. But my parents loved me and my younger brother very much. They worked a lot of hours to make ends meet. My dad got some job oversees that was supposed to make more than we’d ever imagined and could really turn things around for my family. As my brother was several years younger than me, it made sense for him to go with my parents, while I was already 18 and just had a year of high school left.
So… here I was with an aunt I’d met like twice, who worked a lot of night shifts and often took long weekends to visit her out of town boyfriend, so I’d probably see her two more times before I graduated.
She took the time off to help me settle in on my move in day. She seemed nice enough and welcoming.
Later, I asked for recommendations to keep busy. I still had most of summer before school started, and I had no friends and nothing to do. My aunt gave directions to a public outdoor pool closeby.
I rode my skateboard instead of taking the bus to to see more of the town on my way. I stopped to admire something through a store window, when I looked up to make eye contact with the most gorgeous man I have ever seen in my life.
His skin was gold and his dark, glossy hair was just long enough to almost get in his eyes. He had – omg- a lip ring. I didn’t even know that was a weakness of mine until he used his tongue to play with it and held my gaze. Wow.
He was probably early to mid twenties, tall, and built like stone. He had obvious strength, and his corded muscles moved deliciously under his smooth looking skin. He emanated power, like he knew how to use his body, for a fight or a fuck.
I shivered, then winked at him playfully. He laughed, and I continued on my way.
When I arrived, it was a surprise the facility was still in use from how old and beat up it looked.
I was already dressed in my black swim trunks – black was kind of my go to – and tossed my bag with a change of clothes for afterwards to the side. There was a sign that read: Caution No Lifeguard On Duty.
I put on my goggles and dove in, swimming several laps of 50 meters with short breaks in between.
The guy next to me was obviously fit, but maybe swimming wasn’t his sport, because he swam 25 yard reps clunkily with lots of breaks. Two idiots also noticed and made fun of him.
Before the guy could retort, I yelled back, “Fuck off! Let’s see you bafoons swim that many laps!” I look pretty quiet, but yes, people sometimes call me loud when I do decide to speak.
They mumbled, made ugly faces to match their attitudes, and walked away… for now.
I sat on the edge to reapply sunscreen to my pale complexion.
The guy next to me leaned over the lane divider. “I can handle those two, but thanks. You new around here?”
“Yeah, I just moved to town- ah, shit!” I got sunscreen in my eye.
He offered me his towel.
I waved him off. “Water will be better.” I jumped back in and washed my face until it stopped stinging. When I came back up with a thumbs up, he smiled and started on his choppy laps again. I did too. Forget the sunscreen.
The locker rooms matched the outside. It was an old, squeaky, echoing large communal shower that opened up to a wide area lined with lockers. The showers were extremely awkward, and the set up made it worse, because the guys in the locker room area were almost an audience. I definitely noticed more than a few eying those in the shower. Whether sexually or just sizing each other up, I couldn’t quite tell for all of them.
I wasn’t complaining. I’ll take a free chance to swim in the heat any time.
I slid my wet suit that clung to my skin down my hips. Not wanting to flash my dick or butt, I decided on a sideway stance.
The closest side showers had filled up pretty quickly. As it was getting closer to dinner time, most of the pool and rec area cleared out and filled the locker rooms. There had to be at least 20 showers and almost all of them full with muscular men, and another 20 toiling around the locker room. I bit my lip. I hadn’t ever been nude in front of so many people before.
Naked as the day I was born, I walked by every equally naked man there to get to the last empty shower head at the very back. I definitely felt some appreciative gazes. And some blatantly hostile ones. It faced the locker room and was lined with the rest of the showers on either side. Because the shabby lighting was dim or lower in most of the area, the one light hanging above this shower felt like a spotlight. I realized why it was left empty.
Maybe, I should withstand the itchy chlorine and shower at home next time. No turning back now. I’ll make it quick.
The water was warm. Steam from my shower added to the rest.
As I gazed unspecifically around the lines of nude male bodies around me, I had a sudden thought of that hot guy from town “showering” with me. My dick twitched. I grimaced. Down boy. This was so not the time. I closed my eyes, trying to think of safe topics, like unpacking the rest of my stuff when I returned to my new home.
I was rinsing out shampoo, minding my own business, when I opened my eyes to find the big idiot from before and his idiot friend towering over me. They’d found a third idiot to join, too. “You should learn some respect about how to talk to your betters.”
Betters? I snorted. Did he mean the pool incident? He started it.
I spared a glance at their cocks. Okay, so they were surprisingly average looking when soft, for guys with such small dick energy. I didn’t linger long, lifting my eyes back to their faces and quirked an eyebrow.
They just continued to stare, waiting. Was that supposed to be intimidating?
“You can take a picture. It’ll last longer.” Cheesy line but whatever. I didn’t have time for bullies. I continued rinsing my hair.
“You won’t be smug for long.” The main idiot cracked his knuckles menacingly and crowded my space. There was only about an inch between our naked bodies. I didn’t back down.
Oh fuck, my dick twitched again in anticipation of wiping these smug idiot’s sneers off their faces.
He reached for me, but in one smooth motion, I flipped him over my shoulder. He landed hard on his back with a splash. It was obvious the wind was knocked out of him. He slid, knocking into a guy under a shower head nearby, who gave him a kick.
“What the…” His friend started at me and met a similar fate. I think he landed on his tailbone.
This was the first time other guys in the vicinity took notice. Damn, my dick was filling slowly. I got to whoop ass and have an audience? It pulsed. Down boy! Down! Fuck it.
I’d never given a smackdown naked before. I had to be careful with my movements, because the floors were slippery, but I could take these guys in my sleep.
It was different feeling the air whisp past my ass cheeks that jiggled and my dick and balls that weren’t held tightly by a jockstrap. They flew around and bounced, unresitricted with my movements. Hmmm, maybe I should make working out in the nude a regular thing.
The next approached. I even gave him a chance to actually start an attack, just for fun. I hit his trachea and twisted his arm as he collapsed to the ground. I didn’t hit it hard enough to deviate, just cause some self-resolving breathing issues.
I got bored easily, so growing up my parents signed me up for sport after sport for ‘underserved’ kids, when they could, to give me a healthy outlet. I found martial arts did the trick. I had done years of taekwondo and krav maga. I was state champion, before I moved to this state and backwater town.
These meatheads may be bigger, but they were no match for me. I was small for my age of 18, or any adult really, so people always made assumptions. I almost felt sorry for them. But not quite.
By now, we had everyone’s attention.
The original meathead tried to get back up, but I slammed my foot down on his chest. It was a power pose if there ever was one. My dick swung partially swollen between my legs.
“The next time you even look my way, I’ll be leaving permenant damage.”
He glanced away, that loser. I grabbed my towel off the hook, twisted it, and whipped it against their apparently fragile bodies. “I don’t want to see your ugly mugs anymore. Get out of my sight.” They scrambled away. I turned to the rest of the guys in the shower and those who watched from the locker area. “Anyone else feeling like making stupid decisions today?” Might as well get it out of the way now.
I was met by the silence of running water. Then, some whooped and clapped. A few disbelieving laughs.
“Wow! I’ve never seen anyone go down that fast!”
“Especially, Boulder Brandon!”
“Fuck, that was hot! What’s your name?” The same guy who had been swimming laps in the lane next to mine said. Did he have a semi right now? Did watching me kick butt turn him on? He was totally checking me out. I mean, I couldn’t blame him.
“River.”
“Want to join our crew?”
“Um, what now?”
“We’re the Wild Dogs.”
“Is that some gang, because I’m not into that shit.”
He laughed. “No, no. We help each other out, and you’re just what we need. Boys,” he turned to the rest of a partially scary looking bunch nearby. “Meet River, our newest Wild Dog!”
“What. Uh, no thanks.”
The guys did like a dog bark chant.
“I’m Duncan. Now that we’re brothers, I’m here for your every beck and call.” Was he flirting with me? He stuck his tongue out!
What did I just get myself into?
I, somehow, accidentally became a member of some pseudo club group. I told them I wasn’t interested, but I couldn’t shake them off. They kept popping up wherever I went as most of them lived in the neighborhood and followed me around when we ran into each other, like puppies… scruffy street puppies… a pack of half-tame wolves?
I caught Duncan undressing me with his eyes on multiple occasions. He also seemed… extremely motivated to accompany me to the pool and showers afterwards. His eyes flickered down my body when he thought I wasn’t looking, but he was harmless!
Many were in high school, and some were newly graduated, forgoing college to start in the workforce. Some had younger siblings who were automatically chartered in.
I made the mistake one night walking back from the gym of saving some middle schooler from getting mugged. I gave the muggers an ass-kicking then taught the preteen some defense moves.
Turned out his older brothers were in the crew and later found me to profusely thank me.
I accepted their invite to go out to lunch with like 10 of the Wild Dog guys. I was usually more of a loner, but I actually had a great time.
When one of the brothers of the preteen exaggeratingly recounted my savior of his little brother, Duncan muttered “A true Wild Dog…” way close to my ear.
I finally gave in. “Fine, I’ll be a… Wild One.” Internal cringe.
“It’s Wild Dog, boss,” Duncan corrected.
“Right, Wild Dog, whatever. Why did you call me boss?”
“Because you’re cute with a ton of spirit. Because… You don’t seem like the type to follow other people’s rules.”
I snorted, “I don’t.”
……
I’d been hanging out with the Wild Dogs on and off for a couple weeks now. It gave me something to do, and did I dare say they were growing on me. They even promised they’d take me to see street fighting this weekend!
I turned to Duncan and off handedly said, “I wanted to get a workout today, but it’s pretty late. I think the gym’s closed already.”
“I have keys.” He wiggled his eyebrows.
“Sweet!”
He accompanied me. He lifted weights as I did some martial art routines.
When I announced that I’m done, he said he was going to finish his cool down while I showered and got ready. That was a first. Was he being considerate, since it’s just the two of us?
Maybe it had been a while, but I was really horny after my work out. I tried to ignore it at first, but my dick didn’t listen and kept getting harder and harder. There was no one else around… But, no, I’ll wait until I get home.
Duncan walked into the showers. “I didn’t think you’d still be in here. What’s taking so long- River…” He perused up and down my naked, wet body. He zeroed in on my dick. It might not be the biggest, especially compared to his and, well, most of the guys on the crew, but I was perfectly proportioned to the rest of my body. “Can I help you?”
“I just haven’t, uh… in a while.” I kept looking him in the eye. I had nothing to be embarrassed about.
He approached and fell to his knees before me. Oh, damn! Wasn’t expecting that.
“Please, boss, I’ve wanted to suck you since the first day I saw you beating the crap out of those idiots. You were so beautiful, naked and toned and wet, like you are now. And your dick swung so enticingly. The peeks of your pink hole were to die for.” His hands skimmed up my legs, which slightly trembled with arousal.
He was one of the better looking guys in town. And was so honest and open, if not ridiculous. But he looked hot, his huge body kneeling before me.
“Just so you know, I don’t do repeats.”
“Once is all I’m asking for… for now.” He grinned wide and stuck out his tongue playfully. His big tongue… that flicked over the side of my dick. Yes!
He pulled back, starting by kissing my thighs and abs. He nuzzled the base of my dick, which was fully hard now in anticipation. He fondled then licked and sucked by balls, one after the other. He started with light licks and kisses, building in aggression against my sensitive skin. Finally, he flattened his tongue from the base to tip of my dick.
When his mouth fully closed over me, my breath whooshed out.
He sucked me all the way down! So good! He bobbed his head up and down in rhythm. I was already pretty far gone.
I whined. “I, um… I…” I needed him to touch my hole! But I didn’t want to ask.
He massaged my balls then… Oh! Thankfully, he slipped behind, lightly tracing the skin of my perineum until he found my hole. My breath hitched and my hips jerked forward.
He groaned around my dick, the tingles vibrating throughout my body. He rubbed circles around my entrance and slipped a finger in.
“Ahh!” I pulled on his hair in delight.
He teased around my canal before adding a second finger. I rocked back and forth, meeting his mouth and fingers for my pleasure on both sides. Yessss, oh fuck, yes!
His other hand snaked below to jack himself off. I moaned and pulled at his hair harder.
“I- I’m close!”
He doubled his efforts, his mouth suctioning so good. He curled his fingers.
“Ah!!! Yea- ahhh!!” I exploded down his warm throat. It constricted around me as he swallowed. I felt drained in the best way.
He sloooowly pulled off my deflating dick with continued suction. “Ah, hmm!”
I bit my lip. Why was I slightly embarassed as he removed his fingers?
“River, you’re so sexy.” He continued jerking himself while looking at me. “Tell me to come. I want to hear your sultry voice.”
Oh? “What if I don’t want you to come yet?”
“Oh, FUCK, River,” he groaned, and his arm sped up unbelievably fast. He leaned his head against my thigh and his tongue lightly licked my softening dick as his hot breath ghosted over it. Electric tingles traveled up my spine. His muscles bunched. “I’ve gotta come.”
“No.”
His face was red and even through the shower steam, I could see more beads of sweat building on his body from the exertion. He had a nice cock, disappearing between his big fist on every pump. His back was tight, and his thighs quivered where he sat in pleasure at my feet. I pet his hair. Wow, he was really doing it.
I gripped his hair and pulled his head back to make eye contact.
“Okay, come for me.”
He roared as I watched his staved off orgasm roll through him in waves. That was hot!
The shower water washed away his buckets of come off my legs.
I gave him a few moments to catch his breath.
“Thank you, Duncan. That was exactly what I needed.”
“Anytime!” He kissed the back of my hand.
Silly man!
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That weekend was the weekend I had been waiting for: underground street fighting! It was 21+, but one of the guys working entrance was a Wild Dog, so he slipped in anyone who was 18+.
It was kind of a boxing / MMA type deal. Obviously, these guys weren’t professional or anything, so no one got knocked out in a single punch or two. Most of these guys did it out of boredom, some for the extra cash. I’d so be into it, except I promised my parents I wouldn’t. It was like they knew I’d end up some place like this eventually. But I never made any promises about watching!
I was sitting with the Wild Dogs. Well, everyone was standing for most of it from the excitement.
Round after round of fighters came out. They were mostly untrained but still fun to watch.
Omg! The next fighter was the super good looking guy with the lip ring I had seen on my walk to the pool my first day! Damn it, I wasn’t paying attention when they announed his intro to learn his name.
He was a hot male in his prime. All male. Shirtless, his tan muscles flowed smooth with his movements. He had a few tattoos across his body, most notably the face of a lion covered his back. It looked ferocious and added to his appearance of strength.
His shorts hung low, showing off the V of his abs leading to what I could only imagine was a monster of a cock. He did a cirlce in the ring, working up the crowd.
He noticed me! He saw me in the crowd. Maybe he recognized me from the other day, because he paused and lifted his eyebrows followed by a half smirk, which I could only interpret as ‘watch this.’
The bell rung. He basically played with his prey before devouring it. He was clearly toying with his opponent and having fun doing it. Not that he wasn’t working up a sweat. He was. His opponent was also large and strong but clearly unmatched all the same. Hot guy’s muscles bunched. He was a machine! I don’t think I blinked at all, not wanting to miss single second. Finally, he took mercy on the guy and finished the match with a last punch.
As he lifted his fists in the air in triumph, he made direct eye contact with me and smiled wide. Damn, I forgot how to breath for a second.
After the fights, Duncan, the other wild dogs, and I drank at someone’s house and danced and played video games, but I couldn’t get that guy out of my mind.
……
A few days later, hot guy was at my gym!! And he came my way when he saw me!
He approached, like sexy sin. “Hey.”
I pretended not to recognize him. I quirked an eyebrow like who are you and why are you wasting my time.
He laughed and leaned down to my ear. “Mhmm fiesty.”
I rolled my eyes. “Do you have something to say? I’m kind of in the middle of my work out.”
“I’m not fighting, but I have front row seats to this weekend’s fights if you’re interested?”
“Hell yes! What do you want for them?”
“Spar with me.”
I sized him up. I ran my eyes up and down his sweaty, muscled body. For athletic reasons only, of course. He seemed to slightly flex and puff out his chest a little more. I bit my lip; he’s sooooo hot.
I’d seen him in action last week. “I don’t think I’m a match for you,” I bregrudgingly confessed.
“It’s all in good fun.”
“Fine.”
We exchanged names – his name was Zeke – and moved over to the sparring mats. We circled each other for a few seconds. I waited for him to make the first move. He seemed surprised when I held my own. He was strong and fast. We exchanged punches and kicks, each blocking the other. He was really good. Not just strong but also skilled. I could anticipate his moves in advance sometimes, like playing chess, but with him being able to use his strength and size without slowing down, I was out maneuvered again and again. We went on for a while. I gave him everything I had. I landed a few and caught him off guard a couple times, but a good while in, I was exhausted. While he was breathing heavily, he was no where near done.