Pride Story

It's a little slow getting started, but I promise it'll be good.

I intently searched the cold lake water around me. My friend Zach and I had been wrestling around for a half hour now, and I knew whenever he disappeared it meant he was going to try to catch me by surprise. The blue-green water offered no glimpse of him, and I quickly looked around, hoping to find him catching his breath further away before mounting an attack. Still no sign. Suddenly, a hand on each thigh and a headbutt to the groin told me where Zach was hiding.
I doubled over, gasping as I bent past the waterline, then choking as I realized my mistake. Zach stood in front of me, with a devilish grin on his thin, handsome face. His hair was wet and hung in thin, brown locks all around his face. His hair was normally a brown-blonde, but the muddy water had made sure to change that. I looked into his brown eyes, watching for his next move. I tried to distract him.
“That was a pretty dirty move. Getting desperate?” I chided, still cupping my balls in my right hand. “If you wanted to feel my junk, you just should’ve asked.”
“You gonna talk, or are you going to fight back?” he jeered back.
“Hang on, I want to make sure I still have both of my nuts.” I said, and quickly dove under the surface. I moved my head close to his crotch, and found that he had already cupped both hands defensively around his gonads. I quickly formed a second plan, and dove to the bottom of the lake, grabbing a handful of sand. I shot out of the water in front of him. As I saw his hands relax, I made my move. I grabbed the front of his trunks, throwing the sand in with my other hand. I tried to catch a glimpse of his privates, but he had pulled his shorts back before I could see anything, and I only got to see a tan line and some curly brown hair. I pulled him close to me, and kneed him in the crotch, grinding my knee back and forth and pinning him to me by grabbing his ass. I tried to grind as much sand into his tender parts as I could, but he quickly retaliated. He reached with his right hand and grabbed my crotch, catching one ball in his grasp. He then moved his left hand behind me, and shoved his thumb up my ass as he squeezed with his right hand. I was caught in just about the greatest and most painful submission he had ever conceived. I quickly tapped his ass with my right hand, to signal my submission. He let go and hugged me.
“We should probably get going, I’m tired” he said.
We waded back to the beach, then walked past the bathrooms and showers. I was still horny from the wrestling, so I decided to try something.
“I’m going to shower here, that way I don’t feel muddy, and then we can go straight to your house after.”
He hesitated for a moment, before adding “Me too.”
The showers were nothing more than a false-wood privacy fence, a concrete slab, and a couple of showerheads and a single drain. Normally there were people in and out of them, but it was late in the evening, so the lake was deserted. The sky was still bright from a setting sun, and so the showers were well lit through the open ceiling. I turned towards one showerhead, and Zach went to the other, so that we stood across the shower from each other. I slid my blue swim trunks down to my ankles, relishing in the feeling of open air against my ass and package. I turned towards Zach, praying that he decided to do the same. He was facing the corner, and as he slipped his yellow shorts off, I was able to see his pale ass perfectly as he bent over. He stood up, stepped out of his shorts, and turned around. I looked at what he had to offer. His balls were up close to his body, and his dick was small, maybe two inches long, but with a swollen head. I quickly realized what had happened.
“Shrinkage much?” I joked to him.
“You too” he responded. I looked down and was horrified to discover how much my own private parts had shrunk in the cold lake water. My pubic hair was black, while the hair on top of my head was brown. Both our pubes and our head hair were matted against us from the dirty lake water. I laughed a little, realizing how ridiculous we both looked. We both turned the showers on and stepped into the streams. He began rubbing his body all over, trying to get the mud and sand off without any soap. He rubbed his calves, then his firm pale thighs, then his ass, then his chest, arms, and hair. As he was scrubbing, I was watching his cock and sack slowly grow under the warm shower. I rubbed my own dick, not as much to clean it as to keep myself from going down on him right then and there. I saw his penis grow to as long as mine, then pass it. I had never seen Zach naked before, and had never realized how much bigger he was than me. He wasn’t all that thick, but his cock was long, and he had big balls. I looked away for a moment, trying to think mundane thoughts to fight the boner I was getting. I busied myself with scrubbing my own body, trying not to think of the beautiful nude boy standing meters away from me. I had to look up when he said “Damn, you got a lot of sand in my pubes, asshole.”
I watched him rub his pubic hair, balls and cock as he tried to get all the sand out of them. His balls and cock bobbed and flopped almost playfully as he fondled them. He looked up at me, and I quickly met his gaze, trying not to let on that I had been watching his privates for so long. He smiled at me for a second, then he looked back down at his better half.
“Damn, I have to take a piss. You mind if I go in here?” he asked, one hand indicating the drain between us. I got an idea.
“Hang on,” I said, walking over to stand next to him. I stole a quick glimpse of his ass before I said “Let’s have a pissing contest. Whoever can get their stream the farthest wins.” I didn’t have to pee at all, but I wasn’t going to let this opportunity pass me by.
“Okay, you’re on.” He said.
“Ready, set…” I grinned slyly at him… “go!”