Older lifeguard at the country club

[raymcc]

Thoughts of Chad, and trying to understand whether our play was just guys being physical...or if there was an attraction persisted. My conclusion was he enjoyed keeping me guessing, knowing that his sexuality was a tool.

Meanwhile, Larry and I became better friends, double dated a few more times, and to my eye, he was a magnet for girls - well, I guess you could call them young women...and women. Occasionally I could overhear some of the younger and more attractive women commenting to each other about him...and some even flirted. He shyly seemed to enjoy it, but largely not pay much attention. The plan was to return to college shortly, finish his degree and move right on to grad school. Our relationship became casual enough that I could just pop into the office announced. The 'office' was actually the size of a large closet, with a one way mirrored window that enabled those inside to see out...without those outside being able to see in. It was late on a very hot afternoon, and I popped in unannounced, wondering what he was doing that night. I was plenty surprised.

He was standing, his back to the door, and on her knees in front of him was one of the 'hot moms'. His head was tilted back, and she had clearly undone the strings of his speedo and popped his dick out the front, and from the sounds of things, he was getting an amazing blow job (something I could only dream of at that age). They were so busy, they didn't hear me enter. I must have however uttered something, because he quickly turned around at the precise moment he had his orgasm. I walked out immediately and shut the door. By this time, what I saw had created my own erection, and now was not the time to return to the pool deck. Time for a cold shower? I went into the showers and tried to cool off, and who should walk by but Chad, who glanced at me and asked 'hey bunky, you OK in there?' "uhh, yeah" "looks like you need to take care of business" Well, that wasn't an option. I but on my board shorts and returned to the pool deck, dazed. Chad could tell, and in a concerned voice asked 'what's going on?' "Promise you won't tell?" "sure" "I walked in on Larry, who was getting a blowjob from Mrs Wallace in the office". Chad laughed "Bunky, that happens every other day here." "Wait, to you too?" "If you only knew how many times I've shot a load in that office, you'd be amazed...all the while no one out here knows what's happening." That sealed it. I knew I wanted to be a lifeguard.

Later, Larry approached me and apologized. "Hey, sorry about what you saw...please don't tell anyone" I confessed having already told Chad and he laughed "Chad uses that office more than I do. In case you haven't noticed, he deliberately wears his speedos too small to let anyone know he's available." Now things were starting to make sense...a bit. Still, lifeguarding was certainly in my future. Larry told me they had a code. On days when they wore only speedos, they were 'available and interested'...if not, their blue nylon 'guard shorts'. Larry intimated that Chad had taken it a step further, with his see thru white suit, the leopard suit, and the orange suit indicating different possibilities. I asked for the 'code' and Larry said 'you should probably ask him, but didn't I hear about you two wrestling when he had his white suit on?" Wait. Chad had told him about that?

[Crail]

Wow - you really know how to write a great story !!!!!! Awesome

[raymcc]

Larry really was an accomplished swimmer, and in the closing weeks of the summer, I started using the dinner time break the same way he did, swimming laps, as swim season would start soon, and I wanted to be ready. With each passing day, my strokes became more rhythmic and less 'choppy' but my form still left a lot to be desired. "do you want some help with your form?" "are you kidding? YES!" "Ok, stand right here" He stood directly behind me, our bodies occasionally touching, taking my arms through the movement of the strokes and showing me little tips. His body was what I hoped mine would become. Lean, taught. He leaned my body forward, and I could feel his entire chest, abdomen and hips press against mine. It was hard not to react. Then he had me float face down in the pool, and put one of his hands under my chest and the other under the lower part of my abdomen, and had me practice the strokes. He was just a great guy, helping, oblivious that he looked and felt amazing. Then it was my turn to take a few laps see the results. I was sure his guidance would help me in races.

Chad watched, or I assumed he was watching. It was a day when he was wearing his white speedo, and had dark aviator sunglasses on. It seemed he was looking our way, but hard to tell. We finished with the swimming tips, grabbed a burger, and the pool was about to re-open. Larry went to get ready, and Chad and I were still sitting at the table together. "Larry's a good swimmer, but I'm a better teacher actually" "O really?" "Why haven't you asked me for tips" "Well, actually, I didn't ask him, he just offered. If you're offering, I'm all about it." "Great, we'll do it after pool closing." Well, that was something to look forward to for the next three hours. He was wearing the white speedo again, same as the day we wrestled.

The pool cleared out at 9, they turned off the big spotlights, and Chad asked "you ready for my lesson?" "Sure" He grabbed my waist, and threw us both in the pool, and then immediately dunked me. Time to retaliate. I climbed up his back and used my weight to throw him off balance. It worked. Before you know it, we were wrestling in the pool. Unlike Larry, Chad's body was thicker. No body fat, but lots of muscle. What made wrestling with him more difficult was his coating of baby oil that he used for maximum tanning. My hands couldn't get a grip, and before you know it, a lot of the oil had transferred from his body to mine. We wrestled on top and under water. It was obvious he could dominate me but occasionally let me think I was winning. He couldn't resist what all guys do, grabbing the back of my suit and giving me a 'wedgie'. My retaliation? Chad liked to wear his speedos with the strings out. It was just too tempting. Without him realizing it, while thrashing, I pulled the string gently. Begging for mercy, he finally let the back of my suit go, and I went for it, grabbing the sides of his speedo and jerking them downward. "You little shit!" For the first time, I saw his cock. And the first time I had seen another cock that close. It was average length, but very thick, and I guessed in a state of semi arousal. He retaliated, untying my suit, but then taking it a step further. He had me in a headlock from behind and used his toes to reach up and pull my suit down to my ankles. Then pulled it out from my feet, released the headlock, and grabbed the suit. "It's mine now" "hey, not fair, give it back." He shoved the suit down the front of his suit and said "run to the locker room and get one of my other suits, because I don't think you're strong enough to get it back from me" I turned up the intensity and determination, and grabbed for his speedo clad package. I'd get close and he'd bat me away. After time, I'd get my hand there, finally reaching down inside to grab it, but instead, grabbed his entirely erect dick." Is this what he wanted? Was it an accident? He'd pull my hand out, we'd wrestle, I'd grab again. It was big and thick, and his balls were tight up against his body. "you'd better give up. Run to my locker and grab another suit." I charged out of the pool, winded, and ran to his locker. The orange one? the Leopard one? I grabbed the leopard suit - it was smaller and, well, felt a little sexier. I put it on and dashed back into the pool. "Ok, come here and I'll help you with your swimming...and we'll get better results than you got with Larry" "Was he jealous?" "time to help you with your back stroke". Back down in the pool he held me up with two hands. One mid back, and the other firmly on my ass...well, on his own suit. He lifted my body up to the point where my dick was rising out out of the water. "You really do have a great body...and your treasure trail has developed over the summer' "what's a treasure trail?" He took one hand and ran it from my navel downward. "it's this patch of hair that leads down to the treasure." He showed me how to arch my back when swimming for maximum glide through the water, and how to extend my arms properly. "your kick needs some work". He was right. Most swimmers think too much about arms and too little about their kick. He had me extend my arms over my head and hold on to the side of the pool, and used his hands to show me how to get maximum thrust from my hip action. His hands were strong and firm, and in showing me what to do, he'd point out what muscles were being activated. He cupped one of my butt cheeks with one hand, and use the other hand to guide my thigh motion. Was it weird that he was holding me that way...or did guys just not give it much thought? Then he grabbed both cheeks and told me to kick, which I did, but with each motion, it seemed his fingers were moving more to the center of my ass. I couldn't help it and started to get a huge hard on. "how's this lesson going?" he asked, clearly enjoying the effect it was having on me. "Sorry I said, embarrassed...can't help it. It just happens when anyone touches me." "Anyone!? You mean I'm not special?" he asked sarcastically. Wait, was that more of a question than just teasing? "you're young, but your body is really amazing. You've got good broad shoulders, and the start of the perfect 'swimmer's V' "OK, what's that?" "broad shoulders narrowing down to a small waist and hips. Trust me, girls love big shoulders, and great abs." For an insecure 14 year old, it was just what I needed to hear.

We finished the lesson, but stayed in the pool, all the lights off. "hey, it's been a great summer, thanks for letting me hang out with you". "The pleasure was mine" (more to come)

[raymcc]

I went home that night, and concluded it had been quite a summer. My parents commented how much time I had spent at the pool, and wondered if I'd miss it. For more reasons than they might even imagine.

That night I went to bed mentally recapping the summer. Hanging out with Larry and Chad. Larry being more like the big brother...and Chad...what was he exactly? I was unquestionably attracted to him, and thought he was to me, but concluded he wouldn't do anything given our age difference. Would he have otherwise? I dozed off, but it wasn't long before I was dreaming about both of them. I was in the boiler room. Larry was messing around with a girl, and Chad was waiting for me when I walked in. He had just finished swimming laps in his white speedo. Between the baby oil and the residual water, he glistened. He was standing there fully erect, pulled me towards him and placed my hand down the front of his suit. There was his thick cock at full attention. What was he wanting me to do? "show me how much you like it Bunky" I gently stroked him while he took both of his hands and slid them down the back of my speedo, one finger resting on my hole. I stroked some more and then reached down for his balls. He put his head on my shoulder and started moaning and thrusting into my hand and against my body. A few more strokes and he shot up his stomach and chest, beads of sweat now falling down from his forehead and running down my chest. "And now I get to watch you" he said. I pulled down the front of my suit and stroked myself and immediately came...all over him. It was of course a very intense wet dream, and I woke myself up in a puddle of my own warm juice. The dream was so realistic and seemed such a logical extension of the summer, it took me minutes to realize - it was only a dream, and we had never deliberately touched, other than a few 'innocent' grabs while wrestling.

The day after Labor Day is 'tear down' day for the pool employees. They're released after putting all the chairs in storage, taking down the diving board, and closing down the pumps. They also take one last celebratory leap in the pool before leaving. I couldn't resist but to stop by. Was it to say goodbye or see them both in their speedos one more time. I offered to help, and they were both thankful for the offer and to see me. My reward?..I got to jump in the pool with them that final time. Chad made a point of telling me to stop by the boiler room to see him before taking off on my bike. So I got out of the pool, went into the locker room and changed, and stuffed my black speedo into the pocket of my jeans.

I knocked on the boiler room door, and Chad encouraged me to come in. "I've got something for you...actually a few things." He peeled off his white speedo. There he was, standing inches in front of me naked, with amazing tan lines from a summer in the sun. "Here, I want you to have this...and my leopard suit too." They'll look great on you and give you something to remember me by. 'wow, OK, thanks...maybe I'll wear them on swim team..." 'be careful with the white one unless you want a lot of attention" he laughed. "Thanks." We shook hands, and he patted me on the back. I turned away to leave and thought for a moment.

"Do you want my speedo? It's a bit small for you, but you do look amazing in it."
"I was hoping you'd ask" Chad smiled. He took it and pulled it up. It was obviously giving him pleasure as he was half erect. "Want to help?" "No, I'd better leave that up to you...you seem to have a lot of experience packing yourself in these." I laughed aloud, nervously. Would he have really wanted me to help. Chad said: "I'll be sleeping in these tonight...and thinking about you."

So ended the summer.

[James]

gets me so hard

[rodman2005]

Good story Ray! Now I need to read more, like Chad/Rick coming back for winter recess...mmmmmm hot men in speedos, men removing their speedos and shwoig tans and dicks, mmmmmm damn I need more!
You sure it's your first time writing this stuff? nah

[vega1210]

Awww its over!?!?!?!