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DAVID 310
LIFEGUARD — CHAPTER FOUR
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It's very hard to concentrate when he's talking to you. Your eyes just want to wander, and it's so embarrassing because you know he can tell that you're not listening. Sometimes he'll be talking, and then he'll lower his head an inch and look at you with those big, blue eyes, waiting for the answer to a question you didn't hear. With anyone else, you could repeat to yourself, "Look at the eyes. Don't look down. Look at his eyes." But that doesn't do a bit of good because those eyes are the most mesmerizing shade of ice aqua blue. I've actually found myself glancing away to fidget with my watch, pretending to tighten the knot, or checking my fingernails, and I would feel absolutely foolish and transparent. I even think he smiled a little more when I did it.
It had happened last night. We were alone. He had just finished showering and I'd missed my opportunity to gaze at that pile driver between his legs. But the sight of him in a jock strap was not to be missed, so I didn't feel cheated. He asked me what I was doing there, and I lied. I'd said I'd forgotten something in my locker, and I took something out and shoved it in my pocket just so I wouldn't look like a complete idiot. But I think he knew that I couldn't stay away. I had to see him. Just see him. Just watch him. We started talking about jock straps. He said he needed to get some more made because all of his were threadbare and faded. He was right. The one he wore was paper thin. The edges of his cockhead and the curve of his cock strained at the fabric. He kept talking as he pulled on his pants. Even they had been specially made. They looked weird lying there by themselves, with their curving side seams and their balloon like thighs, and especially the extra fabric around the zipper, but once he pulled them on, they hugged every curve tightly and you wondered how he could possibly wear pants that didn't have that subtle pouch around the zipper.
"Know what I mean?" he asked.
"Huh?"
He just smiled, while I fidgeted, and thankfully, he repeated, "Sometimes being a big boy isn't all it's cracked up to be. Know what I mean?"
"Oh! You mean clothes. Clothes?"
He gave a little shrug. "It's kind of hard for me to fit in other things too. I sure could go for some right now." And then he winked at me.
Well, I was so flustered, and sure, yet unsure about what he meant, that he got dressed and we both called it a night. Little did I know that my night was going to be much longer than his.
The next morning I forced myself to watch the water, and that helped. But around lunchtime, I started to count the minutes until he arrived. I called Tommy and asked if Dave was there.
"Sure," he said. "Want to talk to him?"
"No," I said. "Hey...can you start a couple of minutes early?"
He agreed, and a few minutes later he took my place on the tower and I headed inside to find Dave reading the paper wearing nothing but his tight, red speedos and his whistle. A bottle of sunscreen and his sunglasses were on the table nearby. I had no more patience left for niceties or shyness. I said hello, and then, "Hey...you still got that craving?"
"Craving?"
"You said you really wanted to find something to fit into."
He smiled and he lowered his voice. "Oh that.....you remembered huh?"
"David," I began, "I didn't sleep at all last night. Not at all. Because I kept imagining you and everything that I would feel if you did it to me again. You know I can take it. So I want to know...if I wait for you on the back beach this afternoon, will you come and give it to me? Or should I just go jack off right now?"
"I'll be there," he said as casually as you please. And then the phone rang. I was closest, so I answered it, and as I was talking, he put his sunglasses on and started to very slowly apply sunscreen to his neck and chest. He massaged more onto his thighs, twisting to make sure he'd covered the backs of his thighs thoroughly. I wanted to put my hand over the phone and tell him good naturedly that he was the biggest prick tease I'd ever seen, and then I felt so bad. We always put our sunscreen on in the kitchen, so we can wash our hands, and that's all that he was doing. But every movement he made rattled your senses. When he blinked, it was amazing to see those long, black eyelashes and those cool, blue eyes. I don't know what else he did because I couldn't take it anymore. I closed my eyes, grateful that I could now concentrate on listening to the person on the other end of the phone. I heard David leave. I opened my eyes. I breathed a sigh of relief, trying not to think of the next four hours that I'd have to wait. I wrapped a towel around my waist because my cock was throbbing and straining at the fabric of my swim trunks.
I spread a little blanket in the shade of some palm trees. The back beach was the private beach of the lifeguards, so there were no people here, a fact that only made the hours crawl even more. After an hour, I took my swim trunks off. That was a bit of a relief. I tried to take a nap, but I never quite made it. There were too many distractions; the water, the sea gulls, the wind, me constantly checking my watch. That went on for hours, and then finally, I would guess around 4:30, the lack of sleep caught up with me. I turned onto my belly and I dozed.
I heard "plop" and my eyes flew open to find his swim trunks two inches from my face. The fact that I'd finally fallen asleep surprised me. I started to push myself up, and then I felt all twelve inches of that pole slide underneath my balls and that hairy chest settle onto my back. I whimpered. At last. He licked my neck. I brought my thighs together and squeezed his huge cock. His body rocked, and he tilted his hips back, slowly pulling his cock from between my thighs. When it was almost completely free, he slowly slid it back, and then out again. My balls slid along the entire length of it with each stroke.
He whispered, "I like doing this too." And then he nuzzled my neck "Want to do just this?"
I was trembling. My cock was a throbbing, drooling spike. My ass craved and needed that hot, veiny, rigid pole. I could barely control myself. I shook my head, broke free of his hold, turned and gazed at the most massive, beautiful piece of sex meat I've ever seen. It was pink and flesh colored, and thick. The skin around the shaft was shiny and tight. The head was big, and flaring. When he stood very still, you could see the shaft jerk ever so slightly with the rhythm of his pulse. The mass of it made your mind ache with the thought of the utter heaviness of it, and the gentle scimitar-like curve spoke to the straining, aching hardness. I dove onto it, sucking it, wetting it, licking it. He pushed my head down onto it and I kissed and swirled my tongue around and around the head. Finally, when it was glistening, I cupped his balls in my hands and looked up at him.
"Put it in me," I said.
"Want it that bad, huh?"
"Put it in me! Oh god, put it in me!" I went back onto all fours, and finally, I felt the warm head kiss my trembling hole, and he slowly, gently impaled me. I felt his huge hands grab my shoulders and I told him that I wanted to feel his balls slapping against mine. I begged for him to fuck me and fuck me hard. I closed my eyes, grateful to have my craving satisfied. He held my shoulders and fucked me.
2007