Nate's POV
I've always been the quiet type, you know? At 21, I'm still figuring out life, and honestly, I feel like a kid sometimes. I have a slim build, smooth skin, messy brown hair that falls over my eyes, and yeah, I'm a virgin. Never even kissed anybody properly. Growing up in a small town, I kept my head down, focused on school and my part-time job at the local bookstore. My parents are super strict, always on me about staying out of trouble, so parties weren't really my thing. But this summer, things changed a bit.
My best friend Mia dragged me to this pool party at her neighbor's place. She said it'd be fun, a way to loosen up before college starts. The neighbors were these two brothers, Jake and Ryan, in their late 30s, I guess. They owned a big house with a backyard pool that looked like something out of a magazine with crystal blue water, lounge chairs everywhere, and a grill firing up burgers and hot dogs. Mia knew them from borrowing tools or whatever. She said they were cool, always helping out folks in the neighborhood.
I wasn't so sure. I'd seen them around looking tall and built like they hit the gym every day, with that rugged daddy vibe. Jake had dark hair, a beard, and these piercing blue eyes that made you feel seen, or maybe pinned down. Ryan was blond, clean-shaven, but with the same broad shoulders and easy smile that screamed confidence. They were brothers, alright, both over six feet, muscles rippling under their skin. I remember being at Mia's place some time ago and blushing the first time I caught them shirtless, tossing a football in their yard. But Mia promised it'd just be a chill gathering with friends, family, some music. No pressure.
We showed up around noon, the sun beating down hot. I wore my usual swim trunks which were loose ones that hung low on my hips, and a plain white tank top. Mia was in a bikini, chatting everyone up right away. The party was bigger than I thought. There were about twenty people, kids splashing in the shallow end, adults sipping beers by the cooler. I stuck to the edge, grabbing a soda and finding a lounge chair under an umbrella. The water looked inviting, but crowds make me nervous. I watched Jake and Ryan play hosts, Jake manning the grill, flipping patties with tongs, sweat glistening on his chest and Ryan passing out towels and laughing with the guests.
They noticed me pretty quick. Mia introduced us. 'This is my friend Nate,' she said, pulling me forward. Jake wiped his hands on a towel and shook mine, his grip firm, calloused from work. I later learned they ran a construction business together. 'Hey, kid. Glad you made it. Grab a burger when they're ready.' His voice was deep, like gravel, and he held my hand a second too long, eyes flicking over me. Ryan clapped me on the shoulder next. 'Yeah, make yourself at home. Pool's open.' His touch lingered too, warm and heavy. I mumbled a thanks and scurried back to my chair, heart pounding a little. Why did they look at me like that?
The afternoon dragged on lazy. I dipped my feet in the pool, watched people swim laps or play volleyball in the water. Mia ditched me for some girls her age, so I was on my own. Around three, the crowd thinned—folks heading home for naps or errands. Jake and Ryan started cleaning up, stacking plates and wiping down tables. I offered to help, feeling bad just sitting there. 'Nah, you relax,' Jake said, but Ryan grinned. 'Actually, could use a hand with the pool floats in the shed. You game?'
I nodded, figuring it was polite. The shed was at the far end of the yard, away from the main party. It was one of those wooden ones, cluttered with lawn stuff like chairs, umbrellas and a bunch of inflatable toys stacked in the corner. Ryan led the way, Jake following behind me. The door creaked shut, and suddenly it felt smaller inside, the air thick with the smell of chlorine and old wood. 'Thanks for this,' Ryan said, reaching up to grab a box from a shelf. Jake added, 'You're a good kid, Nate. Mia says you're heading to college soon?'
'Yeah, uh, in the fall. Art major.' I busied myself folding a towel, trying not to stare at how their swim shorts clung to their thick thighs. We chatted a bit about my small town, their business, how they grew up rough but stuck together. They were close, these brothers, finishing each other's sentences, sharing looks that said they had secrets. Ryan handed me a stack of floats to carry back, but as I turned, Jake stepped closer. 'You swim much? You've got that lean look, bet you cut through water nice.' His hand brushed my arm casually.
I shook my head, cheeks heating. 'Not really. I'm more of a watcher.' Ryan laughed, low and throaty. 'We can fix that. Party's winding down anyway. Why don't you stay? We'll teach you a thing or two.' Before I knew it, we were back by the pool, the last guests waving goodbye. Mia texted she'd catch me later because her ride left early. I should've gone with her, but Jake and Ryan made it seem normal. 'Jump in,' Ryan said, cannonballing into the deep end, water exploding up. Jake stripped off his shirt fully, revealing a hairy chest and abs that didn't quit. 'Come on, Nate. Don't be shy.'
I hesitated, but the water called to me. I peeled off my tank, feeling exposed in just trunks, my slim frame nothing like theirs. The pool was cool against my skin as I slipped in, the three of us the only ones left. We splashed around, them tossing a beach ball, me trying to keep up.
The sun dipped lower, shadows stretching. Ryan suggested drinks which were non-alcoholic for me, but they cracked beers. We lounged on the steps, water lapping at our chests. Talk turned personal. 'Ever had a girlfriend?' Ryan asked, smirking. I shook my head, admitting I was into guys but never acted on it. They exchanged that look again. 'Virgin, huh? That's sweet. Bet you're curious though.' Jake's foot nudged mine under the water. My stomach flipped, a mix of nerves and something warmer.
They didn't push at first, just kept the vibe easy. But as the sky turned orange, Ryan stood, water streaming off his body. 'Pool's ours now. Let's make it interesting.' He pulled off his shorts right there, cock swinging free—thick, half-hard already. I froze, eyes wide. Jake did the same, his even bigger, veined and heavy. 'Your turn, Nate. Fair's fair.' My mouth went dry. 'I... I don't know.' But Ryan was already in my space, hands on my shoulders. 'It's just us. No one else. We'll show you how good it can feel.'
I should've said no, swam out, grabbed my stuff. But their bodies were so close, the water making everything slick and inviting. Jake's hand slid down my chest, thumb circling my nipple through the wet fabric. 'You're hard already, aren't you? Let us take care of that.' Ryan tugged at my waistband, and I didn't stop him. My cock sprang out, smaller than theirs but throbbing, untouched like this by anyone. They both groaned, eyes hungry. 'Fuck, look at that pretty thing,' Ryan said.
They guided me to the shallow end, where the water was waist-deep. Jake pressed against my back, his hard cock nestling between my ass cheeks, hot even through the cool pool. Ryan faced me, hands gripping my hips. 'We're gonna make you feel so good, Nate. You want that, right? Two daddies taking care of their boy.' My brain screamed to stop, but my body betrayed me, nodding weakly.
Ryan kissed me first, rough and demanding, his beard scratching my smooth chin. His tongue pushed in, tasting of beer and salt, while his hand wrapped around my cock, stroking slow. I gasped into his mouth, hips bucking. Jake's mouth was on my neck, sucking hard enough to mark, his fingers teasing my nipples, pinching until I whimpered. 'That's it, baby boy,' Jake growled. 'Let us hear you.' The water sloshed as Ryan dropped lower, kissing down my chest, biting my nipples before taking my cock in his mouth.
Oh god, the heat of his lips sealed around me, sucking deep, tongue flicking the head. I'd jerked off plenty, but this was different, real, his throat taking me all the way. Jake held me steady, one arm around my waist, the other hand sliding down to cup my balls, rolling them gently. 'Taste good?' Jake asked his brother. Ryan pulled off with a pop, grinning up at me. 'Sweet as candy. Your turn to taste us.' He stood, guiding my head down. I hesitated, but Jake whispered, 'Open up, kid. Suck daddy's cock.'
Ryan's dick was right there, thick and leaking pre-cum that mixed with the pool water. I parted my lips, taking the head in, salty and musky. He was too big so I gagged as he pushed deeper, but he went slow, hand in my hair. 'Good boy, just like that. Use your tongue.' I did, swirling around the shaft, bobbing as best I could. Jake watched, stroking himself against my back. 'Fuck, he's a natural.' Then Jake reached around, his fingers dipping between my legs, circling my hole. 'Ever had anything here?' I shook my head, mouth full, moaning around Ryan.