Coconut-Scented Tanning Oil

It started to give me a raging boner all over again. Because when I inhale that scent, I’m taken right back to July 2008. To a certain Saturday afternoon when 18-year-old me did it on the sly with my friend Greg, in the pool shed of his mom’s condo complex. It was my first time ever having butt-sex with another boy. And to this day… mmm. The memory is inextricably wrapped up in that thick, cheap, golden, coconutty oily scent.

This was the summer between high school graduation and heading off to college.  Greg was one of the two boys in my high school graduation class who was, like, all-caps GAY and everybody knew it. He had come out when he was only 13 or 14, and it surprised no one.

Me – and my name or nickname is T.J. by the way – it took me a while longer to come out. I guess when you’re more straight-acting, the downside is that everybody assumes you are into girls and you find yourself playing along, doing the expected dance steps. At least that's what I did. Greg, on the other hand – he was dancing to his own flamboyantly gay steps from the word “go” and so, in a way, maybe it was easier for him to come out sooner. 

Or maybe I’m just making excuses for myself back then – my cowardly private self who was secretly lusting after his teammates, and trying to stay quiet behind his straight-acting public persona. The chill, easygoing basketball jock who’s into video games.

So everything changed the night of high school graduation.  I got extremely drunk at a friend’s graduation party. This was when my Mom was going through cancer treatment (she survived it and she’s doing great). It was making me all conscious of how life’s too short to be afraid of shit. Making me not want to live a lie anymore. You know what I’m saying?

So somehow I blabbed it drunkenly to a bunch of friends, right in the middle of the party. It was blunt and sloppy, like: “So hey I’m really drunk and this is it, we’re gonna go off to college and stuff, so, what the hell, I just want to tell you all: I’m gay.” 

Eyes widened. Jaws dropped open. T.J. is… gay?!

And apparently I slumped over and passed out in the corner, a minute after that.

Gay Greg reached out to me a week later.  To my credit, I’d never really given him a hard time at school, I never participated in bullying or anything like that.  We were in totally different social groups though. I was one of the basketball players and he was in all the high school musicals and that kind of thing.

But he reached out. And we went out for ice cream later that week, and we ended up having a surprisingly deep conversation. I learned there was more to Greg than I had realized.  He was interesting to talk with, and he was also changing parts of himself. Soon after he came out as gay at age 13, he went around acting like a big sassy queen. “I had a lot of pent-up urge to be as gay as humanly possible," he explained. "I was like, the hell with anything masculine – and I went for it.”  He had also been kind of overweight as a teen, but lately toward the end of high school he had gotten more into fitness, his body was now just thick and beefy and quite fit, and he'd even run a half-marathon.  

And the queeny cartoonish behavior had simmered down; he was now just a friendly gay 18-year-old guy.  He kind of looked good now, too, with dark eyes and hair and a strong jaw and a hint of dark beard-stubble coming in more. Different from when he was a few years younger and chubbier.

Greg was also teasing and flirting with me a little, during our ice cream meetup and the next few times we got together. “Lookin’ sexy in that tank-top, T.J.”

And one time he actually started to turn me on. He was asking if I ever messed around with my basketball teammates. Short answer: No. He said “Aw come on. Never?” and he started play-acting, putting on the voice and mannerisms of a lazy horny jock-boy.  “So frustrating, man, we lost the game by two fuckin’ points. You wanna suck my big ole dick?” Greg grabbed at his shorts. “Come on T.J.  Suck on this dick, bro. Sure would make me feel better ‘bout the game.” 

I told him he had to stop, he was starting to turn me on! And I was impressed at how immediately and effortlessly he could put on the dumb-straight-dude caricature: the accurate voice, the exact body language.

But Greg was also being really kind and wanting to be my friend. So I ignored the flirtatious hints.  It was actually reassuring to have an actual gay friend right there in town, especially one from my 2008 high school graduation class.

June turned into July, and it got hot. Swelteringly, extremely hot.  I’m from a lower-income family, and we didn’t have a pool or anything like that. So when Greg suggested I come over to take a dip in the pool at his place, on Saturday afternoon, I said sure. His parents were divorced and kind of rich, and he and his sister lived with their mother in a luxury condominium complex on the nice side of town.

We snacked on cookies and iced tea, changed into swimwear, and went down to the pool. There were a few other people on chairs by the water when we got there, but storm clouds seemed to be approaching and it made the other folks leave pretty soon. I barely even noticed the clouds coming in, because I was distracted.  This may sound funny but I had never had a sexual thought about Greg before, during all those years when he was this chubby queeny boy in high school. It kind of didn’t occur to me – until that moment – that Greg has a penis between his legs.

Well he sure did. And it was a big one, thick and plump, hanging out in visible outline with a pair of very large balls to match. I’d never seen one of those “gay-designed” swim suits before, the kind that are contoured to make your package seem even bigger than it is.  That’s what Greg was wearing; that’s all he was wearing; and it sure got 100% of my horny 18-year-old attention.

Greg was also sporting some dark hair across his chest, and that fascinated me too. His nearly naked body looked much more like a full grown man than I expected. I was still smooth all over and lean, very boyish-looking for age 18. Tall enough for the basketball team, but not really looking like a man yet.

We swam for a while, splashing around in the chlorinated water and getting some relief from the extreme July heat. I kept stealing glances at Greg’s thick meaty dick and balls, looking so good in that tight blue swimsuit. And the way his beefy legs were covered in thick dark masculine fur. And on his back, just above where the swimsuit covered his big round butt, there was a faint triangle pattern of man-fur going on as well.

I had nothing to match that.

Boom-crackety-crack! A thunderstorm in the very near distance. Greg turned to me, water dripping from his thick dark hair and dripping from all over his near-naked body, and he said “Stay or go?”

I said let’s stay, just a few more minutes. We did. But then a second thunderbolt hit much closer, louder, and we jumped out of the water really fast.  And Greg said, “Follow me” and before I knew it I was running behind him into the condo complex’s pool shed. Nobody else was anywhere near us. And it started to rain really hard, pouring down all around us.

Greg closed the shed door, and the light was dim. It was really hot in there, and we stood close together, dripping wet and breathing hard in the trapped heat of the room. Just enough light came through two small windows on the sides. The scene suddently felt sexual. VERY sexual. My dick started to stir inside my swimsuit.

Greg felt it too, as the heavy rain poured on the roof right above our heads and thunderbolts slam-banged in the distance. He looked into my eyes and smiled… and reached down and ran a hand across his bulging crotch area in that sexy blue swimsuit.

“T.J. You were stealing glances at this, earlier. Wanna see the real thing?”

Before I could say Yes or No, he slid the swimsuit down and it fell to his ankles and he kicked it to the side. Greg, standing buck-naked right in front of me, here in the heat of the pool shed. Smiling. Rain kept pouring all around us. I looked down and just stared. Greg’s dick was beautiful. Dark, thick, and uncircumcised.. and it was growing harder and swinging upward in slow motion with each passing second that I stared at it. It looked so potent and alive.

He kept grinning and he looked into my eyes and said, “Now your turn. Strip.” I did what he said, unthinkingly, I just pulled my swimsuit right down and kicked it off from my feet, like he’d done. To my surprise, my own penis was fucking rock-hard. It bounced right up and stuck straight out… and it was nearly as big as Greg’s.

“Jesus, T.J. That’s a mighty fine piece of dick.”

As another loud crash of lightning and deep rumble of thunder hit near us, Greg went down on his knees and started sucking my dick. His warm wet mouth felt so great, sucking and sucking. He knew what he was doing, that’s for sure. All that trapped heat in the shed got me starting to sweat. I stood there in wonder and looked down at his handsome head bobbing up and down on my cock, and felt the juicy sucking sensations his mouth was doing to me. His hands were reached around grabbing onto my smooth wet butt cheeks, pulling my body in and keeping my dick deep in his mouth and even plunging part-way down his throat. Amazing. I never knew a blow job could be this fucking awesome.

It didn’t take long, I was a horny 18 year old with a lot of pent-up sex drive. “Oh fuck!! oh wow!! Greg oh shit oh shit I’m gonna –”  And, whoosh!! I came. Huge orgasm, my cum gushing into his hungry mouth, shot after shot, and he stayed right there on his knees, with his two strong hands squeezing my ass real hard, and he just gulped and gulped, he took it all. Swallowed every last drop of my teenage boy-seed like a champion.

Greg pulled his lips off my cock slowly and rose back up to standing. My knees buckled a little, I was having intense sensations across my whole body. Rain kept pounding down on the shed roof above our heads. “Jesus, T.J.” he gasped between breaths. “Your cum… tastes so fucking delicious!”

Now Greg was roaring with lust and he wanted to get off. He tugged on his big thick dark juicy cock and it was dripping with pre-cum.  The rainstorm was getting lighter, there was one or two last thunder rumbles in the distance.  I was still reeling from whatever chemicals rush through your body after a big orgasm. It was damn powerful, the way I came in his mouth like that. 

Greg wanted me really bad. He reached up to a shelf and threw some beach towels on the floor. His thick juicy cock bounced and dripped as he threw the towels down. “Floor time” he said with a wink.  Moments later we were both laying down on those towels and I had Greg’s beautiful big cock in my mouth… and to my shock, Greg put his hands back on my naked butt, spread the cheeks wide open… and put his face up in there. Licking, growling, slurping way up in my butthole!

I never imagined this, not in a million years.  I kept sucking that big juicy dick as best I could, but I was overwhelmed at the same time by how fucking incredible his tongue felt, licking and penetrating, so warm and hungry and wet up in my ass. 

After ten long delicious minutes of this, Greg manhandled me into being spread face-down ass-up on the towels, and he pinned me down and rested his whole body on top of me.  He felt so warm and thick and solid, pressing down and holding me.  And his big thick juicy dick was now humping the cleft of my smooth 18 year old butt.  Oh my god! I realized. It’s happening! He wants to take my virginity, right here and now on the floor of this pool shed!

That dick kept pressing, pushing, insistent, against my tender tight little butt hole.  Greg wrapped his thick arms around me and held me down. “You want it, T.J.? Wanna get fucked?”

I didn’t know what to say. That big thick dick kept pushing on my butt. I turned my head from the cotton towels and murmured back up to him, “Oh god— I want it, but I’m scared. I never, uh–”

Greg cut me off. “I know.” His big dick plunged again right up against my tight little hole. “I wanna be the one, T.J. Wanna be your first ever. Let me.” Again that dick of his, pushing, pushing, so thick and warm. Oh my god, how is this gonna happen? Will it hurt?

 “I just – I do want it but – please – you gotta be gentle, OK? I mean it, Greg. Really gentle.”

Greg stayed completely still on top of me for a moment, that big warm dick still pressing into my butt. Then he softly, tenderly kissed my neck. “Stay right there, don’t move.”

And he got up off of me, that dick still dripping all this slow-motion nectar of precum. He rummaged around on the shelves, and found a bottle of tanning oil. Banana Boat, SPF 4.  He popped it open and slathered a copious amount of it all over his dick.  The smell of Banana Boat Tanning Oil began to fill the room: thick and sensual and delicious, yet cheap and trashy. Aromas of coconut oil, banana, cocoa butter and all that heady sensual summertime stuff.  And as that coconut-heavy Banana Boat smell filled my nostrils, I was just laying down there on the towels on the floor, staring up at dark handsome hairy-chested Greg.  Staring up at his big juicy hard dick, both his hands slathering that slick tanning oil all over it. Fuck, I thought, I want you in me so bad right now. I want that beautiful dick to slide in my virgin hole. Please, please open me up. Show me, Greg, make me feel it for real. 

 Greg looked down at me, his dark eyes filled with lust, his two hands shining with tanning oil and stroking it all over his dripping hard dick.

“T.J. you gorgeous boy. Lift your legs, spread ‘em. Show me that perfect smooth little white butt.”

I did.

“Oh yeah, so sweet. Spread ‘em more… show me that tight pink little hole.”

I did. Greg kept stroking his dick, and his deep dark eyes were now fixated on my butt. “It’s even sweeter looking than I fantasized about.”

I laughed. “You been fantasizing about this?”

Greg reached for the bottle of tanning oil and came down to me on the toweled floor, and turned me onto my side, and slid his warm body behind mine. “Yes. You bet I have. Ever since I heard the news, graduation night.”

His oiled-up dick slithered like a big warm snake, gliding against my butthole. His two arms wrapped around my smooth lean body and held me firmly in side-saddle position. I could feel his hot breath along my ear, his beard stubble grazing the side of my neck. And again and again that warm thick dick, all slick and humping, grinding, pushing, ready to get inside me.

He reached over and poured more Banana Boat tanning oil onto his hand, and reached down and slapped it all over my butthole. Then he slowly slid a finger into me. It went right in smooth, and I could feel it gently poking up in there. No turning back now, I thought, as his body held mine and his finger probed deeper. I was so turned on and excited.

He pulled it out. Held me even tighter and whispered in my ear. “You’re ready.”

Greg began to fuck me, for real. He pushed the thick round head of his dick against my hole and then pushed even more… it began to slide into me. It felt so big, I could feel it stretching me. He whispered, “You just breathe… open up… easy… yeah that’s it, breathe for me…” and kept gently pushing that warm huge thickness deeper inside me.

Oh god it was intense! So warm and thick and it just kept pushing, unrelenting. Opening me up. “Uhh!” I moaned.  He asked if I was okay. “Yeah, just… wow…” He chuckled. And he pushed that dick even deeper up into me.

Finally, slowly, he pressed his hips firmly into me and I could feel his thick furry pubic hair tickling all over my butt. “That’s it,” he whispered. “Good boy. You got all of me in you now.” And, gently, he started to move it in and out. I was getting fucked!

I whimpered like a puppy and moaned, couldn’t help it. The huge thick sensation pressing my inside wide open, made my body and my voice do things beyond my control. Greg held me tighter, began to fuck me stronger, pulling that big oiled-up dick out and then sliding it right on back deep into me. I gasped and cried out, “oh FUCK!!” and he said “shhh” and clamped a hand over my mouth. His hand was covered in that thick coconut-scented oil and now spreading it all over my face, my lips, and against my nostrils. That dick of his kept fucking me to the hilt and pulling back out, and the movement was generating heat inside me. All I could smell was the thick delicious cheap scent of that coconutty oil all over my face as I murmured into his hand covering my mouth. “mmmff!… rrmmff!...” 

He began to fuck me even deeper, stronger, really giving it to me. My body tried to thrash and buck as he held me so fucking tight and kept plunging that thick oiled-up cock all the way up in me, again, again, again.  Crazy feelings of shock and joy and overwhelm were rushing all over my body. Coming from the deepest most private part of me, where his dick was fucking me relentlessly.

Suddenly he gave a low rough animalistic grunt and breathed even harder right into my neck and my ear, and then he kept grunting, fucking me even harder, and squeezing me tighter, his breath hungry and ragged. And I actually FELT it.  Semen, warm and liquid, it was coming out of him, gushing, way up deep in me. Fucking incredible! I just melted and surrendered in his arms, feeling him holding me, fucking me so deep, exploding inside me.

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We had sex a lot, the rest of that summer. I could not get enough of Greg’s dick inside me. Sometimes he wanted to mix it up, and I fucked him too. And he said I was getting better and better at that. But for me, nothing compared to how I felt being held down and dicked deep, truly fucked. He knew it and he loved giving it to me, loved cumming inside me, breeding me.

One time he said something that gave me the craziest twisted fantasy for weeks afterward. He had just blasted his cum in me and we were laying there, breathing and sweaty, his dick still resting half-hard inside me. “Too bad you’re not a girl, T.J. ‘Cause you’d be having my baby nine months from now.” He pushed his dick a little deeper back inside me. “Feel ‘em? All those sperm of mine, swimming around up in there? I’m ALIVE inside you right now, babe.”

I can’t even describe what that did to me. The crazy dreams.

We’ve stayed in touch, we flirt a little online, we’re both partnered now (he’s married and I’ve got a boyfriend), we’re 28. Greg is more handsome than ever, if that’s possible. Turning into a beefy sexy furry muscle-bear.  Hard to believe he was that queeny, sassy, “bursting out of the closet” 13 year old classmate of mine at school, just a decade and a half ago. You never know what a young person is capable of turning into, in the future.

 And to this day, whenever I smell that coconut scented tanning oil, anywhere, goddamn it… that aroma gets up in my nose and immediately my dick gets SO FUCKING HARD. Love you, Greg. Thanks for laying claim to my tight little 18 year old butt and popping my virginity!