Top Dawg

by Jack Parker

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“Hey hot stuff, save me!!”

I turn, nod and smile at the guy as I keep walking to the lifeguard stand. Don’t get me wrong, I love my job, I love Blacks Beach to death but fuck there were a lot of queers here during the summer. I hear another wolf whistle as I climb up into my stand but ignore it. Let them stare, it wasn’t like I had anything to be ashamed of

“Wassup Archie!” One of the local surfers say as they jog out into the water. I wave back and watch the guys eyes follow him all the way. I sake my head in disgust as I pull the lotion out of my bag, it was gonna be one of those days where the sun was not gonna stop and last thing I needed was to burn.

My name is Archibold Brian King, Archie to just about everybody which let me tell you, sucked. Growing up it was fine but since that fucking gay ass show came on everyone asks why my hair is black instead f red or am I still dating Veronica. Real childish crap.

I’m 18 years old and am on top of the world, and not just because I’m sitting on a six foot lifeguard stand. You may not know me but I am the 3rd ranked high school wrestler in the nation and this year I’m going for number one. I go to Westview High here in San Diego and seriously, my life rocks.

I’ve spent the whole summer working out, lifting, running, anything when I’m not getting a killer tan while doing my job. I need to be 182 by the time the season starts if I’m going to be able to compete against the guys I want. I’m 6’2” and at 5 percent body fat, I’m pretty sure I can get that down to 4 by the time the season starts. So basically what that means is I’m a stud.

Don’t laugh, I have a perfect eight pack, super defined pecs, biceps for days and a pair of thighs that could crush a watermelon in seconds. Overall I am the complete package. Thanks to my mom I am naturally smooth which only makes my cut lines stand out even more and thanks to my dad I fill out just about any singlet I wear, if you catch my drift. I’m a beast and I love it, and apparently so do the fags that come to watch me every morning.

I’m not hating, it just gets old. I don’t know how many times you can tell a guy you’re not gay before you’re allowed to fuck him up but I was getting to that point. But all of this fades as I look out over the ocean and smile, screw the gays and all of that, his was going to be my year, I could feel it. Nothing could stop me.

The day passes quickly, I’ve gotten some more color and I was able to do some crunches on the platform when I got bored so my abs were popping. I see my replacement coming across the beach and I gather my things up. I notice the gays don’t fucking bug him like they do me.

That’s because I look better than him.

He waits for me to climb down and I hear a couple of cheers as my ass is shown.

“Damn you have a fan club,” Seth says with a smile.

“You can have them,” I half growl as I see they are still staring.

He laughs and climbs up the stand as I leave. I’m almost to the parking lot when my number one fan comes running up.

“Hey Archie,” he says breathlessly.

“No,” I say curtly.

“Oh come on, I haven’t even said anything!”

His name was Matty and he was one of the surf pups that practically lived here over the summer. He has a whole pack of friends that hang out by the coves, surf, get high and whatever they can get up to. If Matty here is any indication, they have a lot of gay sex.

“Are you gonna ask me out to the dunes for a blow job?”

“Well yeah but at least let me ask before you turn me down!”

Sighing I keep walking.

“Come on man, I know you don’t have a girlfriend!”

He was right, I didn’t. My entire life was training, I didn’t have any time for dates or romance or anything. My life was working out, eating right and making sure I was the best I could be. Maybe some of the other guys could handle being less than the best but I couldn’t. I was laser focused so that meant no girls. It was a harsh rule but one I lived by.

“That doesn’t mean I’m fucking gay,” I snarl.

He held up his hands, “Whoa dude I wasn’t saying you were, but don’t you just wanna have some fun, you know a little release?”

I knew I should have beaten this kid down the first time he came on to me but I was trying to be nice.

“Dude, back the fuck off! Just take no for an answer!”

He took a step back and looked like a hurt puppy, “Ok man, was just trying to help you out.”

“I don’t need that kind of help!”

He nodded and walked away, fuck I hope that was over.

I climb into my brand new black Jeep Wrangler, oversized leather seats, digital sound system, the whole nine yards. My dad had bought it for me when I made varsity last year and I loved this thing. I got in and turned the engine over, for a second I feel a tinge and freeze. I can feel the head rush and my leg twitch slightly as the vibrations even out. Whew, that was intense. I wait for everything to relax before I back out of the parking lot.

That was my girl, too much horsepower for her own good.

My mom is cooking something when I walk in, it smells fantastic.

“Hey ma!” I yell as I head to my room.

“Make sure you wash you wash up before dinner,” she scolds.

I toss my bag down and strip off my board shorts. I look at myself I the mirror and like what I see. My tan is insane, the tan line above my pubes is just killer, A shame once the season starts I can’t maintain it but for now I looked fucking hot. My cock is still half hard from the parking lot, Jesus this thing has a mind of it’s own.

I turn on the shower and get in. The cold feels amazing on my burnt skin, I fell my entire body relax as I let the day just pass through me. I forget the fags, Marty, everything, and just focus on my year. I was so close I could taste it. I pictured myself out there on the mat, arm raised as the guy I had just stomped was still face down on the mat. Every muscle popping, the bulge of my donkey dick slipping down my left leg, the entire country seeing how fucking hot I am. I was the going to be top dawg this year, I was.

Well now my cock was fully hard and there was no way it was going down until I came.

I fist the base of it and look down at my pride and joy. Any guy could work out a lot and get super cut, but none of them had what I had. A fucking fat, uncut cock that was never quite satisfied with itself. I start to stroke and for the millionth time wish I had a gf to fuck. Being celibate last year was tough and this year was going to be worse, but I could tell the difference in concentration. With no stupid texts, no late night calls, I had all the time in the world to focus on me and my body.

But man my dick missed pussy.

My hand was a blur as I felt my balls start to ache, there was a tingle through my groin as I felt everything start to blur. My vision goes fuzzy and I feel my eyes roll back as I shoot my load all over the shower wall. I blacked out for a moment as my orgasm moved through my body. One thing about my condition, cumming was always fucking incredible.

I suppose I should explain.

I have what my doctor calls an overactive prostate. Basically it means that any vibrations or shit like that can cause me to go into what I call fuck mode. You know when you’re about to nut and nothing else in the world matters? You are right on the edge and even if your mom walked in on you wouldn’t stop until you came? The state of mind you only get when you’re right on the edge? Well if anything fucks with my prostate I instantly go there. Most of the time it sucks, when I’m driving the vibrations of the car will shake me just enough to make m half hard. Bigger engines, like the one on the team bus, can put me in an almost drunk state, where my cock is raging hard and I am about two seconds away from blowing my load. Honestly most of the time I don’t even notice it, but when I jerk off, my orgasm hits my prostate and its like fucking fireworks going off in my head. It’s like nothing I can describe except, perfect.

Because of that I am super drained after I cum. I am barely able to dry off and collapse naked on my bed before I pass out.  I drift off with a smile on my face though, because I am feeling no pain.

A hand slapping my ass wakes me up in a flash and I yelp and spin around quickly.

My dad I standing there laughing, “Boy do you know how much hell you’d hear if I was your mom?”

I grab my pillow and put it over my crotch, “Sorry dad, took a shower and passed out.”

He gave me a wink, “Well if you spent your time actually washing and not beating your meat you wouldn’t be dead to the word would you?’

My parents of course know of my condition, my mom knows it as a medical thing but my dad knows the whole story. He was super cool about it, making sure my mom knew if my door was closed to knock first and he was always buying me lotion on the side. He knew even normal day to day shit turned me on because of it so he just assumed I was always jerking off.

He wasn’t wrong.

“Well drop your cock and grab your socks, dinner is ready and I am pretty sure your mom has a no shoes, no shirt, no food policy.”

I nod and smile, “Thanks dad.”

He gives me one more look, “Looking lean son, you’re going to tear them up this year.”

I feel a flush of pride, my dad was the one who pushed me to be this good. He wrestled in the military and was the one who got me into it in junior high. It was like having my own motivation guy on call, pumping my ego when I was down and keeping me grounded when in slacked off. He wanted me to have this year as much as I did.

I flex for him, “Am doing double reps now, trying to bulk up the most I can without going over weight.”

He feels my bicep, “Don’t overdo it, you get too big and you’ll shoot right past your weight class and then what?”

“Then I’ll have to kick some bigger guy’s ass?’

He laughed, “That’s my top dawg, come on get dressed.”

He waked out and I tossed the pillow aside. I looked down at my cock, “See what you get me into?’

My cock looked bored with the whole conversation and went back to sleep.

Typical.

That Monday school starts and I am ready to go.

Most of the guys hadn’t seen me since last year and they could see how much bigger I was. I wore my letterman jacket, a tight pair of jeans that cupped my ass perfectly, pair of orange converse high tops with a tight red shirt that hugged my chest within an inch of its life. I looked like a fucking god and I could see everyone could tell. I nodded to a bunch of people I didn’t know as I waked down until I got to my locker. Me and a couple of the guys had all moved our lockers together back in sophomore year so it was like out own little jock corner. As I waked up the guy’s eyes got wide.

“What’s up losers?” I asked.

“What the fuck man?” Tony, 195, thick guy with tree trunk legs, “Someone upgraded this summer.”

I smile as Wyatt, 152, tone as fuck surfer guy, comes up and gestures for me to take my jacket off, “Come on man, don’t tease.”

I roll my eyes as I slip my jacket off and let them see everything.

“Jesus Christ,” Cooper, 182, same build as me just not as good, says as he reaches for my shirt, “You have got to be kidding.” He lifts my shirt and I flex my eight pack for him. He runs his fingertips over the hard ridges and I can see how impressed he is.

“What can I say guys?” I say slipping my jacket back on, “It’s hard to be this good.”

They groan and Wyatt throws a wadded up piece of paper at me, “Nice to know the only thing bigger than your body is your ego.”

I give him a wink as I opened my locker, “What? Like my eyes don’t work?’

They laughed but no one said anything. I was the best looking guy on the team, in the school you could argue and no one wanted to debate me on that. A couple of girls walked by, their eyes practically falling out as they looked at me, “Welcome back Archie,” they say as one.

“Hey girls,” I said with a head nod, no idea who they are.

As soon as they were gone the guys mimicked them, “Hey Archie…” their voices high and cracking.

I flipped them off and tossed my bag in, “Shut up Cooper, last time you got any you put peanut butter on your dick for your dog.”

The guys all laughed and pointed at him as he grew red.

We all got our shot and walked to class together.

Yep, my year.

School passed pretty quickly and afterwards I made my way to the gym.

God I loved this place. The smell, the way the sound bounced from the walls, everything. I had grown up in places like this, they were my home in so many ways. As I walked across the court to the locker room I could feel my confidence triple as I push open the door.

“I have returned!” I screamed, scaring the shit out of the underclass men who had been changing out.

“King!” Coach screamed, “Stow that shit and get in here!”

“Coming mother,” I called back, making the guys bust up as I jogged over to the office.

“Always the smart ass huh? Get in there,” he said shooing me into this office.

I paused, there was someone else already in the office. He was younger, maybe sophomore? He was in good shape for his age, well defined, tight body, he had a pair of baggy jeans on that only made his waist look smaller than it was because of his big chest. He had that fresh faced look that most guys laughed at on the mat but girls loved. He had curly brown hair and a mouth that seemed to rest at a smirk, he nodded at me as we made eye contact.

“Archie, that’s the kid,” coach said closing the door.

“I’m Grayson,” he said extending his hand.

I glanced at it then back to the coach, “What did you need?”

“You didn’t turn your physical in,” he said going though some papers on his desk.

“I thought I didn’t have to this year.”

The coach shook his head, “Not sure who told you that but you do.”

“What about my last one?”

He stopped and looked at me, “Archie, you are going for the gold this year. Do you want to be disqualified because of something as stupid as a damn physical?”

I looked down, “No sir.”

“Great, you guys have about twenty minutes to get to the clinic before it closes.”

“Guys?” I ask looking up.

“Yeah the kid needs his as well, he just transferred in and his paperwork didn’t follow. Take him and both of you get it done.”

“He doesn’t have a car?”

“Nice,” Grayson mutters under his breath,

“Son. Take the kid, go get your physical. Stop bitching. Got it?’

“Yes sir.”

“Good, go!”

I don’t even look at him “Come on.”

“Lead on,” he says cheerful

I get into my Jeep as. He marvels at it, “Damn, this is yours?”

I nod behind the wheel, “Yeah, come on.”

He hops in and looks around, “Dude, this is tight.”

I don’t bother saying anything as I pull out of the parking lot.

Were halfway there and he starts talking, “So, heard you’re the best on the team.”

I nod, and keep driving.

“That’s cool, I wrestled last year at my old school but nothing like this. Any tips?”

I glance over at him, “Get bigger.”

He waits, expecting me to go on and then shakes his head “Ooookkk then.”

He’s thankfully silent the rest of the way.

We run into the clinic as the nurse is flipping the sign, “We’re from Westview, he’s expecting us!”

She looks like she doesn’t care until the doctor comes out, “Go ahead and let them in Jennie and you can leave. I’ll lock up after.”

She smiles and lets us in, “See you tomorrow doc.”

He waves her out and locks the door behind us, “You boys are lucky, I was about to give up on you.”

“Sorry sir, “ I said as we follow him back.

“How you been Archie? You’ve spent the summer working out I see.”

The pride that this guy who only sees me once a year can tell is nice. “Yessir, I was lifeguarding and keeping in shape. I am going for number one this year.”

He nods as he pulls some gloves on, “Well if anyone can get there it’s you. Up on the table.”

I hop up as the kid sits and waits.

“Anything new? Pains? Sores? Injuries?” He asks as he checks my throat.

“No sir,” I gargle as he moves to my ears.

“Good, good, and what about you condition, any worse?”

I feel my face flush as I shake my head, “Still the same sir.”

“Good, good. Ok shoes off.”

I untie my converse and he exams the soles of my feet and reflexes. I feel my stomach knot up as we get closer to the bain of my existence.

He finishes and temps back, “You know the drill by now.”

I nod and undo my pants, I slip them over my boxer briefs and then pull them down as well and bend over. I catch the kid peeking at my junk but it doesn’t look like a gay thing, just curious. I mean who doesn’t look?

“Ok,” the doctor says from behind, “Deep breath.”

I feel his finger press against my hole and then push in quickly. I wince from the displeasure as he roots up into my ass, digging for my prostate. He moves over it and just like that my head fogs. I know a low moan escapes my mouth before I can stop it and I feel my hips push back, causing his hand to be forced out.

“Steady,” he says putting a hand on my back, “Relax.”

“I’m trying sir,” I said, my breath already ragged, my cock filling up fast. He pushes into me again and this time hits it in one. I feel my legs get weak as my eyes roll back in my head, before I know it I’m cumming.

“Fuck…fuck!!” I scream as my cock erupts all over the exam table. I feel like gallons of cum gushes out, I can do nothing to stop it, I just have to shake and cum as my whole body screams in pleasure. I am panting as the spots in front of my eyes fade, I don’t know how much time has passed because the doc has already taken his gloves off and is writing something.

“Very good,” he says handing me a cup, “Collect a sample and clean up can you?’

I pull up my pants and make sure not to look at the kid as I collect some of my own cum and put it in the cup. I hand it back and he passes me a wet rag. I wipe my mess up, I shot all over the fucking table and it looks like past it, but I am not getting on my hands and knees to find out.

I toss the rag away and grab my shoes and sit down. I glance over and the kid who is just staring at me open mouthed,

“What?” I growl and he pulls back, afraid I’m going to punch him.

“Nothing!” He says quickly and looks away.

“Your turn son,” the doc says and he moves over and hops up on the table.

God why did I have to bring him? He just saw me fucking shoot a porn star load from just having a finger up my ass. No one at school knew my condition and I’d be the laughing stock if they did. I watched as the doctor worked him over, when he did the prostate exam exam all the kid did was grunt and wince.

You know, like normal people.

He got dressed as the doc filled out our forms, “You’re both in perfect health and should have a very good year.” He handed us the papers, “Archie, I’m looking forward to seeing you go all the way.”

“Thanks sir,” I say as I walk out, not caring if the kid was behind me or not.

I got into the Jeep and slammed the door, my knuckles were white as I gripped the steering wheel.

He got in and did his seat belt, silent.

I turn to look at him, “You ever say one fucking word I swear to god I will end you.”

His eyes got wide as he cringed.

“You get that? Fucking end you.”

He nodded and in a very small voice asked, “What was that?”

I wanted to it my fist through his face but that would just get people asking questions. “I have a condition, my prostate is weird. It’s not a gay thing!” I add and he nods again.

“So what it is super sens…”

“I’m not talking about this!” I snap and his mouth closes. “No one, you got it?”

He nods again.

“Good,” I said as I start the car, “If I hear even a fucking whisper about this, I know where it came from.”

“I won’t say anything!” He blurts out and I believe him.

“For your sake you better not.”

The ride back to the school was silent, we turned in our papers and I went home.

FUCK! This had started as such a good day too,

by Jack Parker

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