Chapter 1: Introduction
The sun was merciless, a blazing eye in the sky, as it bore down on the pool and the impossible dance of the diver poised at the edge of the springboard. Jiel could feel the heat radiating off the metal as he stood, one foot in front of the other, his hands gripping the board with a tension that echoed the coil of anticipation in his gut. He breathed in, a long, slow inhale that filled his lungs, then exhaled, releasing the air in a controlled stream.
The board flexed beneath him, responding to the slight shift in his weight as he leaned forward, his gaze fixed on the water below.
The pool was a mirror, reflecting the cerulean sky and the white tiles that lined its edge. It was a world of blue and white, a stark contrast to the vibrant colors of the crowd that filled the stands, their voices a distant hum that faded as Jiel focused on the task at hand.
He could feel the eyes of the spectators on him, their gaze a physical weight that he bore with the same ease as the board beneath his feet. But there was something different today, a sensation that prickled at the back of his neck, a sense of being watched that was more intense than usual. He glanced up, his eyes scanning the crowd, and that's when he saw him.
A small figure, unassuming, tucked away in the shadows of the stands. Neal, the nerd, the one who always seemed to be buried in a book or tinkering with his gadgets. Today, though, Neal was different. There was a spark in his eyes, a tension in his posture that Jiel couldn't quite place. He was looking at Jiel, his gaze intense, almost hungry.
Jiel felt a strange flutter in his chest, a sensation he hadn't felt in a long time. He pushed it aside, focusing instead on the dive. He took a deep breath, his body tensing as he prepared to launch himself into the air.
The crowd held their breath, the hum of their voices fading to a soft murmur. Jiel could feel the anticipation building, the tension in his muscles coiling like a spring ready to release.
As he pushed off the board, the world seemed to slow down. The air rushed past him, the sun's rays glinting off the water as he arced through the sky. He tucked his body, his arms and legs folding in on themselves, a perfect ball of muscle and sinew. The crowd erupted in cheers as he hit the water, the impact sending a shockwave through the pool.
Jiel broke the surface, his body slicing through the water as he swam to the edge.
He hoisted himself out, the tiles cool against his skin, and grabbed his towel. He couldn't shake off the feeling of being watched, and his eyes were drawn back to the stands. Neal was still there, his gaze unbroken, a small smile playing on his lips.
Jiel ran a hand through his wet hair, squeezing out the excess water. He couldn't help but feel a sense of curiosity about Neal. He had always been a mystery, a puzzle that Jiel had never bothered to solve. But today, there was something different, something that piqued his interest.
He decided to approach Neal, his curiosity getting the better of him. He walked towards the stands, his bare feet slapping against the tiles.
The crowd was still buzzing with excitement, their voices a symphony of cheers and applause. Jiel could feel their eyes on him, but he was only peripherally aware of them. His focus was solely on Neal, who was still watching him with that intense gaze.
As he approached, Neal stood up, his small frame barely visible above the seats. Jiel could see the nervousness in his eyes, the way his hands fidgeted with the hem of his shirt. It was almost endearing, this nervousness, and Jiel found himself smiling.
"Hey, Neal," Jiel said, his voice casual, but his eyes never left Neal's face.
He could see the way Neal's eyes widened slightly at the sound of his name, the way his lips parted ever so slightly. It was a small reaction, but it was enough to send a jolt of electricity through Jiel.
"H-Hey, Jiel," Neal stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. He took a step back, his hands now clutching the back of the seat in front of him. "You... you did great out there."
Jiel chuckled, a low, throaty sound that seemed to rattle the very air around them. "Thanks. It's just practice, though. Nothing special."
Neal shook his head, his eyes never leaving Jiel's face.
"No, it was... it was something else. You're something else, Jiel." His voice was soft, almost reverent, and Jiel felt a strange warmth spread through him at the words.
Jiel raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "Is that so? And what makes you say that, Neal?" He took a step closer, his voice dropping to a low murmur. "You've been watching me, haven't you? I could feel your eyes on me."
Neal's cheeks flushed a deep shade of red, his grip on the seat in front of him tightening. "I-I was just...
admiring your technique," Neal stammered, his eyes darting away from Jiel's intense gaze. "You're... you're really good at what you do."
Jiel let out a low laugh, a sound that sent shivers down Neal's spine. "Is that all you were admiring, Neal?" he asked, his voice a low purr. He took another step closer, his body now mere inches away from Neal's. "Because it seemed like there was more to it than that."
Neal's breath hitched in his throat, his heart pounding like a drum in his chest. He could feel the heat radiating off Jiel's body, could see the way his muscles flexed with every movement.
It was intoxicating, this proximity, and Neal found himself struggling to maintain his composure. He swallowed hard, his eyes flicking back up to meet Jiel's gaze.
"I-I don't know what you mean," Neal managed to stammer, his voice barely audible over the din of the crowd. But Jiel heard him, his smirk growing wider, more predatory.
"Come on, Neal," Jiel said, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through Neal's very bones. "You can tell me. I won't bite... hard." He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against Neal's ear as he spoke, sending a shiver down Neal's spine.
"I mean, you've got that look in your eyes, like you're seeing something you shouldn't. Like you're seeing more than just a diver."
Neal's breath hitched again, his body trembling slightly. He could feel the heat of Jiel's breath on his ear, the softness of his lips against his skin. It was a sensation that sent a wave of desire crashing through him, a feeling he had never experienced before. He was acutely aware of the fact that Jiel was standing so close, that his body was almost touching Neal's. It was intoxicating, and he found himself struggling to maintain his composure.
Jiel chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent a shiver down Neal's spine. "Come on, Neal," he said, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through Neal's very bones. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against Neal's ear as he spoke, sending another shiver down Neal's spine.
"Jiel, I...
I don't know what you're talking about," Neal managed to stammer, his voice barely a whisper. He could feel the heat of Jiel's body, the softness of his lips against his ear, and it was all he could do to keep his knees from buckling.
Jiel chuckled again, a sound that seemed to reverberate through Neal's very soul. "Oh, I think you do, Neal," he said, his voice a low purr. "I think you know exactly what I'm talking about. I think you've been watching me, imagining things you shouldn't be imagining."
Neal's cheeks flushed an even deeper shade of red, his heart pounding like a drum in his chest.
He could feel the heat of Jiel's breath on his ear, the softness of his lips against his skin, and it was all he could do to keep his knees from buckling. He swallowed hard, his eyes flicking back up to meet Jiel's intense gaze.
"I... I don't know what you mean," Neal stammered, his voice barely audible over the din of the crowd.
"Oh, I think you do, Neal," Jiel said, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through Neal's very bones.
"I think you've been watching me, imagining things you shouldn't be imagining."
Jiel's smirk grew wider, more predatory.
He took a step back, his eyes never leaving Neal's face. "You know what, Neal? I think we need to get out of here. Somewhere more... private." His voice was a low growl, a sound that sent a shiver down Neal's spine.
Neal's eyes widened, his heart pounding like a drum in his chest. He could feel the heat of Jiel's gaze, the intensity of his words. He knew what Jiel was suggesting, and the thought of it sent a wave of desire crashing through him.
"Y-You want to...?" Neal stammered, his voice trailing off as he struggled to find the words.
Jiel just smirked, his eyes gleaming with a predatory hunger that made Neal's heart race.
"Come on, Neal," Jiel said, his voice a low growl. "You know you want to. I can see it in your eyes. You've been watching me, fantasizing about me. Now's your chance to make those fantasies a reality."
Neal's breath hitched, his body trembling with a mix of excitement and nerves. He knew he should say no, that this was a bad idea, but the desire coursing through his veins was too strong to ignore. He nodded, a small, barely perceptible movement, but Jiel saw it and grinned.
"Good," he said, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down Neal's spine. "Let's get out of here."
Neal followed Jiel through the crowded stands, his heart pounding in his chest like a drum. He could feel the eyes of the crowd on him, could hear the whispers and the murmurs, but he barely noticed. All he could focus on was the man walking in front of him, the man who had just admitted to wanting to fuck him.
They made their way to the locker room, the sound of their footsteps echoing off the tiled floor. Jiel led Neal to a small, empty changing room, the door clicking shut behind them with a soft thud.
The room was dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of chlorine and the faint, lingering aroma of sweat. Neal could feel his heart pounding in his chest, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps as he took in the sight of Jiel, standing tall and confident in front of him.
"Well, Neal," Jiel said, his voice a low growl that sent a shiver down Neal's spine. "Here we are. Just you and me. No more excuses, no more denials." He took a step closer, his eyes never leaving Neal's face. "You want me, don't you?
You want to know what it's like to have me inside you, filling you up, making you feel things you've never felt before." Jiel's voice was a low, husky growl, his eyes burning with a hunger that made Neal's heart race.
Neal nodded, his throat too dry to speak. He could feel the heat of Jiel's gaze, the intensity of his words, and it was all he could do to keep his knees from buckling.
Jiel smirked, a predatory gleam in his eyes. "Good," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Because I've been watching you too, Neal.
I've seen the way you look at me, the way your eyes linger on my body. I know you've been thinking about it, about what it would be like to have me. And now, here we are."
Jiel took another step closer, his body now mere inches away from Neal's. He could feel the heat of Jiel's breath on his face, the softness of his lips against his skin.
He could feel the blood rushing to his groin, his cock already hard and throbbing in his pants.
Jiel's smirk grew wider, more predatory, as if he could sense Neal's arousal. "You like that, don't you, Neal?" he whispered, his voice a low, husky growl. "You like it when I talk dirty to you, when I tell you exactly what I'm going to do to you."
Neal nodded, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
He could feel the heat of Jiel's body, the hardness of his cock pressing against him. He wanted to reach out, to touch it, to feel it in his hand, but he was frozen, paralyzed by the intensity of Jiel's gaze. "You want to touch it, don't you, Neal?" he whispered, his voice a low growl. "You want to wrap your hand around it, feel it pulse in your palm. You want to know what it feels like, what it tastes like."
Neal's breath hitched, his eyes widening as he realized what Jiel was suggesting.
He nodded, his hand trembling as he reached out, his fingers brushing against the hard bulge in Jiel's speedo. He could feel the heat of Jiel's cock through the thin fabric, the thickness of it, and it sent a jolt of electricity through him.
Jiel let out a low groan, his hips bucking slightly at the touch. "Fuck, Neal," he growled, his voice ragged with desire. "You have no idea how long I've waited for you to do that."
Neal's heart was pounding in his chest, his cock throbbing in his pants as he wrapped his hand around Jiel's length, feeling it pulse and twitch in his grip.
He could feel the heat of Jiel's body, the tension in his muscles as he leaned into Neal's touch.
"Fuck, Neal," Jiel groaned, his voice ragged with desire. "You have no idea how long I've wanted this. How many times I've imagined you touching me like this."
Neal's breath hitched, his eyes flicking up to meet Jiel's gaze. He could see the hunger in his eyes, the raw, primal need that mirrored his own. He squeezed Jiel's cock, feeling it harden even further in his hand.
"Tell me," Neal whispered, his voice barely audible over the sound of their ragged breaths.
"Tell me what you imagined."
Jiel's eyes darkened, his pupils dilating as he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against Neal's ear. "I imagined you on your knees, your hands wrapped around my cock, your mouth fucking me like it was the last thing you'd ever do."
Neal's breath hitched, his grip tightening around Jiel's length. He could feel the heat of Jiel's words, the raw, primal need that they ignited within him. He wanted that, he realized. He wanted to feel Jiel's cock in his mouth, wanted to taste him, to swallow him whole.
"Fuck, Jiel," Neal groaned, his voice ragged with desire.
"I want that. I want to feel you in my mouth."
Jiel's smirk grew wider, more predatory, as he reached down, his hands gripping Neal's shoulders. He pushed him back, forcing him to sit on the bench that ran along the wall. Neal complied, his heart pounding in his chest as he watched Jiel, his eyes never leaving his face.
"Good boy," Jiel murmured, his voice a low growl that sent a shiver down Neal's spine. "Now, let's see how good you are with that mouth of yours."
Neal's breath hitched as Jiel freed cock through the side of his speedo, his cock springing free, hard and throbbing.
The sight of it made Neal's mouth water, his own cock straining against his pants, desperate for release. Jiel's cock was a thing of beauty, thick and long, the head glistening with precum. Neal's eyes widened as he took in the sight, his heart pounding in his chest.
"Fuck, Jiel," Neal whispered, his voice barely audible over the sound of his own ragged breaths. "You're... you're huge." "You like that, don't you, Neal?
You like seeing my big cock, knowing what it's going to do to you." Jiel's voice was a low growl, his eyes burning with a hunger that made Neal's heart race. He nodded, his eyes never leaving Jiel's cock, his mouth already watering at the thought of tasting it. "Good," he said, his voice a low rumble. "Because I'm going to fuck your mouth, Neal. I'm going to fuck it hard and deep, and you're going to take every inch of me, aren't you?"
Neal nodded again, his heart pounding in his chest.
He wanted this, he realized. He wanted Jiel's cock in his mouth, wanted to taste him, to swallow him whole. "Good boy," he said, his voice a low growl that sent a shiver down Neal's spine. He stepped closer, his cock now mere inches away from Neal's face. Neal could see the veins pulsing along its length, the head glistening with precum.
He could smell the musky scent of Jiel's arousal, and it made his own cock throb in response. He reached out, his hand wrapping around the base of Jiel's cock, feeling the heat and the hardness of it. He looked up at Jiel, his eyes meeting his gaze, and saw the raw, primal hunger that mirrored his own.
"Fuck, Neal," Jiel growled, his voice ragged with desire.
How many times I've imagined you on your knees, your mouth wrapped around my cock, your eyes looking up at me like that."
Neal's heart pounded in his chest, his cock throbbing in his pants as he held Jiel's gaze, his hand still wrapped around the base of his cock. He could feel the heat of it, the thickness, and it made his mouth water, made his own cock ache with need.
"Show me," Neal whispered, his voice barely audible over the sound of their ragged breaths.
He could feel the heat of Jiel's cock in his hand, the pulse of it, and it made his own cock throb in response. He wanted to see Jiel's fantasy play out, wanted to know what it felt like to have him fucking his mouth like that.
Jiel's eyes darkened, his pupils dilating as he reached down, his hands gripping Neal's shoulders. He pushed him back, forcing him to lie down on the bench, his head hanging over the edge.
Neal's heart pounded in his chest as he looked up at Jiel, his cock throbbing in his pants. He could see the hunger in Jiel's eyes, the raw, primal need that mirrored his own.
"Open your mouth, Neal," Jiel growled, his voice a low, husky command. Neal complied, his lips parting to reveal his tongue, wet and ready. Jiel's eyes darkened as he watched, his cock twitching in Neal's hand.
"Good boy," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down Neal's spine. He stepped closer, his cock now mere inches away from Neal's open mouth.
He stuck out his tongue, licking the head of Jiel's cock, tasting the salty sweetness of his precum.
"Fuck, Neal," Jiel groaned, his hips bucking slightly at the touch. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to feel your tongue on me."
Neal looked up at him, his eyes meeting Jiel's gaze. He could see the raw, primal hunger in them, and it made his own cock ache with need.
He stuck out his tongue again, licking the length of Jiel's cock, feeling it twitch and pulse in his hand. "You're driving me crazy. I need to fuck your mouth, baby. I need to feel your lips wrapped around my cock, your tongue licking me, your throat taking me deep."
Neal's heart pounded in his chest, his own cock throbbing in his pants as he looked up at Jiel, his mouth already open, ready to take him in.
Jiel's eyes darkened, his pupils dilating as he looked down at Neal, his cock now mere inches away from his lips.
"Fuck, Neal," Jiel growled, his voice a low, husky command. "You're so fucking hot, baby. I can't wait to feel your mouth on me."
Neal's breath hitched as Jiel's cock brushed against his lips, the head pressing against the soft flesh. He parted his lips further, his tongue darting out to lick the sensitive underside of the head. Jiel groaned, his hips bucking slightly at the touch.
"Fuck, Neal," he groaned, his voice ragged with desire.
"Fuck, Neal," he growled, his voice a low, husky command. "You're so fucking good at that." Jiel's voice was a low growl, his hips moving in a slow, steady rhythm as he fucked Neal's mouth. Neal could feel the thickness of Jiel's cock, the way it stretched his lips, the way it filled his mouth completely. He could taste the salty sweetness of Jiel's precum, could feel the pulse of his cock as it throbbed against his tongue. He wanted to make Jiel feel good, wanted to make him come undone, wanted to feel his cock pulsing in his mouth as he swallowed every last drop of him.
He could feel Jiel's hands on his head, his fingers tangling in his hair, guiding him, urging him on. He could hear Jiel's ragged breaths, his low groans of pleasure, and it spurred him on, made him want to take him deeper, to take him all. "You're fucking amazing. I can't... I can't hold back much longer. I'm going to come, baby.
I'm going to come in your mouth, and you're going to swallow every last drop, aren't you?" Jiel's voice was a low, ragged growl, his hips moving faster, his cock thrusting deeper into Neal's mouth.
Neal nodded as best he could, his mouth full of Jiel's cock, his eyes watering as he took him deeper. He could feel the heat of Jiel's body, the tension in his muscles as he fucked his mouth, his cock throbbing against Neal's tongue.
"Fuck, yes," Jiel groaned, his voice ragged with desire. "You're going to take it all, baby.
You're going to swallow every last drop of my cum. You're going to be my little cumslut, aren't you?" Jiel's voice was a low, husky growl, his hips moving faster, his cock thrusting deeper into Neal's mouth. Neal nodded, his eyes watering as he took Jiel deeper, his throat working to accommodate the thickness of his cock. "You're so good at this, Neal. You're such a fucking good little cocksucker." He reached down, his hands gripping Neal's hair, his fingers tangling in the soft strands.
He held Neal's head in place, his hips moving in a steady, rhythmic motion as he fucked his mouth. He wanted to make Jiel come, wanted to feel his cock pulsing in his mouth as Jiel cums in his mouth.
Neal then stood up and kissed Jiel, making Jiel taste his own cum.
on his lips. Niel groaned and pushed Jiel against the wall, his hands roaming over Jiel's body, feeling his muscles, his curves, his hardness.
My turn to cum, Neal suddenly said dominantly
, his voice laced with lust. He pushed Jiel down on the bench, making him sit. Jiel looked up at him, his eyes filled with desire and a hint of surprise.
Neal quickly undressed, his clothes falling to the floor in a heap. He stood naked in front of Jiel, his cock hard and throbbing, pre-cum dripping from the tip. Jiel's eyes widened as he took in Neal's body, his gaze lingering on his cock.
Fuck, Neal, you're hung like a horse, even bigger and way thicker than me, Jiel said, his voice filled with awe and desire.
Neal smirked and grabbed Jiel's head, pushing it towards his cock.
"You want to see what a real cock looks like, Jiel? You want to know what it feels like to have a real man inside you?" he growled, his voice filled with lust and dominance.
Jiel's eyes widened, but he didn't resist. Instead, he opened his mouth, his tongue darting out to lick the head of Neal's cock. Neal groaned, his hips bucking slightly at the touch. He could feel the heat of Jiel's mouth, the softness of his tongue, and it sent a jolt of electricity through him. "You're so good at that.
You're such a fucking good lean muscle jock cocksucker," Neal groaned, his voice ragged with desire. He could feel the heat of Jiel's mouth, the way it enveloped his cock, the way it made him feel like he was going to explode. He wanted to fuck Jiel's mouth, wanted to make him gag on his cock, wanted to feel his throat constrict around him as he came.
Jiel moaned, surprised about the sudden turn of events, his eyes watering as he took Neal deeper, his throat working to accommodate the thickness of his cock. He never imagined that he will be the one sucking a cock as well.
. He felt a strange mix of humiliation and excitement, his body responding to Neal's dominance.
Neal's hands gripped Jiel's head, his fingers tangling in his hair, guiding him, urging him on.
"You're so fucking good at this.
You're such a fucking good muscle slut cocksucker," Neal growled, his voice filled with lust and dominance. He never imagined that Jiel would be this submissive. He then imagine Jiel getting fucked in his tight little speedo and his tight hot body.
Neal's cock throbbed at the thought, and he couldn't hold back any longer. He pulled Jiel's head back, his cock slipping out of Jiel's mouth with a wet pop. Jiel looked up at him, his eyes filled with desire and confusion.
"What are you doing?" Jiel asked, his voice ragged with lust.
Neal smirked and replied, "I'm going to fuck you, Jiel. I'm going to fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk straight for a week."
Jiel's eyes widened, Neal forced him to stand up and face the wall. Neal ripped a small hole in Jiel's tight speedo to get access to his asshole.
He then pushed his finger into Jiel's ass, making him gasp in surprise and pain. "Fuck, Jiel, your ass is so tight," Neal groaned, his voice filled with lust and dominance. He pushed his finger deeper, feeling the tightness of Jiel's ass, the way it clenched around his digit. He could feel Jiel's body trembling, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps as he pushed his finger deeper, stretching him out.
"Fuck, Neal, that hurts," Jiel groaned, his voice filled with pain and pleasure.
Neal smirked and pulled his finger out, making Jiel moan in protest.
"Don't worry, baby," he said, his voice a low, husky growl. "I'm going to make it feel so much better. I'm going to fill you up, make you feel things you've never felt before."
Jiel's breath hitched, his body trembling with anticipation as he heard Neal's words. He could feel the heat of Neal's body behind him, the hardness of his cock pressing against his ass. He wanted Neal to fuck him, to fill him up, to make him feel alive.
Neal reached around, his hand wrapping around Jiel's speedo covered cock, stroking it slowly, through the fabric, making him groan.
"You're so fucking hard for me, Jiel," he murmured, his voice a low growl. "I can't wait to feel you inside me, to feel you fucking me like you've been dreaming of."
Jiel's breath hitched, his body trembling with anticipation as Neal's words sent a jolt of electricity through him.
Neal's hand continued to stroke Jiel's cock through the speedo, his fingers wrapping around the thick shaft, feeling the pulse of it in his hand.
He could feel Jiel's body trembling, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps as he teased him, his fingers working Jiel's cock through the fabric. I need you to fuck me. I need you to fill me up."
Neal smirked, his hand still working Jiel's cock. "You want me to fuck you, Jiel? You want me to shove my big cock inside your tight little ass and fuck you until you can't walk straight?"
Jiel nodded, his eyes filled with desire and need. "Yes, Neal. Please. I need you to fuck me.
I need you to fill me up," Jiel moaned, his voice filled with desperation and need. Neal smirked, his hand still stroking Jiel's cock through the fabric of his speedo. "You want it rough, Jiel? You want me to fuck you like a dirty little slut?" I need it. I need you to fuck me like you've been dreaming of." Neal's smirk grew wider, more predatory, as he pushed Jiel against the wall, his hands gripping his hips.
Jiel's breath hitched, his body trembling with anticipation as he felt Neal's cock pressing against his ass, the heat of it searing through the thin fabric of his speedo.
"Fuck, Neal," Jiel groaned, his voice filled with desperation and need. "I need it.
Neal's eyes darkened, his pupils dilating as he looked down at Jiel, his cock throbbing in his hand.