Fucking, Lifeguard, Beach, Sam, Sex, Summer
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LIFEGUARD – Chapter five
The hardest part about waiting for David...was the waiting. I left everything...my watch, my whistle, my phone, my sunglasses, my sandals...at the beach house, and I did it for two reasons. First, I wanted to wait for him with virtually nothing to distract me. All I took were the speedoes I was wearing and a big towel. I wanted to feel defenseless and naked. So when I got to our usual place on the back beach, I stripped off my speedoes and hung them on a bush. And then I spread out the towel and knelt on it, like some sacrifice on an altar. I did have a bit of a masochistic streak in me. Anybody who makes the wait that much more agonizing would have to.
The second reason I left all my stuff on the table was so that he could see them. It was a signal. When we didn't get to talk to each other at the change of shifts, I'd leave all my stuff on the table to let him know that I was waiting on the back beach. Some days I felt lusty and playful with him, and some days I felt absolute desperation. I'd see him climb up onto the lifeguard's lookout and lean back in the chair and spread his legs. Everything...everything he did made me sweat, and I could feel my heart jump. He rubbed his chin, and I traced the outline of that jaw with my eyes. I stared at his strong chin. My whole body quaked when I remembered the time he had me gently pinned and he bent my leg and rubbed his unshaven chin on the bottom of my foot. He used everything...his chin, his eyelashes, his hair...as a sexual weapon. Even the memory of his face sent me reeling. When he'd nibble my balls, it wasn't just the fact that someone was playing with me down there. It was the fact that it was that face that was nibbling me down there that made my knees weak and my voice rise.
He scratched the back of his head and I had to close my eyes because that huge arm flexed and I thought about his soft black hair on sensitive parts of my body, and I imagined the other arm raised, and tied, allowing me to lick every inch of his torso at my leisure. He'd made eye contact with me, in a way. He glanced my way and I saw him smile. I saw those white, white teeth, and even though his eyes were hidden behind dark sunglasses, I could tell they were smiling. He gave me a thumbs up. I hoped it meant what I thought it meant. I tried to smile back at him, but I felt on my face a look of worry...fear that I wasn't going to get what I so desperately wanted. All I could do was hold myself back. I wanted to run up to the lifeguard chair and fall to my knees and look up at those spread thighs and whisper, "Please............please fuck me."
I sat kneeling on the towel, listening to the waves. My heart was beating faster than normal, and my breathing was quick and shallow. My cock ached in its erection. I'd been erect for hours, but every minute that passed was achingly sweet. I didn't know what time it was, but from the position of the sun I could tell that it was late in the afternoon. Maybe his shift was over. Maybe he was closing the gate to the parking lot now. Maybe he was just now seeing all my things on the table. Maybe he was hopping the little fence that separated the back beach from the main beach. Maybe he was just around that dune over there.
Maybe he went home.
I didn't let myself entertain that thought long. I took a deep breath, and suddenly I saw that gargantuan shape that padded slowly, like a tiger, a blue eyed beast, coming toward me. I swore under my breath. I called him a bastard and told him to walk faster, but he just sauntered casually in my direction. When he got near, he smiled. Not the friendly smile. It was the smile of satisfaction, the one that could smell absolute desperation. I just knelt there on the towel, my eyes begging, my mouth agape, my cock twitching, until he walked right up to me and stuck the front of his thin, obscenely stretched speedoes against my face and said, "Take them off with your teeth."
I did as I was told, gladly. I gasped when his speedoes suddenly slipped down those powerful buttocks and his cock was suddenly freed of the tight pouch and it smacked me in the face. I pulled his trunks down to his ankles frantically, and he stepped out of them. Then he knelt, and embraced me, and our mouths met. I moaned and slumped in his arms, eager to let him know that I was his and how I had waited and waited. And I moaned because a huge hand was holding the back of my head and that face was kissing me.
He turned me around and knelt close behind me. He took his speedoes and twisted them, and then told me to hold them between my thighs. He pulled my hands behind me, wrapped the thin, twisted fabric which just a minute ago had been a second skin to his butt and cock, and then he tied my wrists together with a single knot. It was purely symbolic. I could have pulled myself free with little effort. But I knew that I should pretend I couldn't.
And then he pounced on me, and pulled me to his chest. I cried out and I swear my heart nearly stopped. I was his toy. I was caught between those tree trunk thighs, Those huge, dangerous arms were wrapped around me, and I could feel his hairy chest against my back and neck. That face held my right ear loosely between those perfect teeth while the tongue tickled and licked. I tried to get away, but every time I would begin to lean forward, he'd jerk me back against him. I moaned, and then I moaned louder when I felt his cock slip between my butt cheeks. I cried out.
"Do you want me to stop?" he whispered into my ear.
"No!" I said. I wasn't lying. The sensations were just too much for me to bear. Or so I thought. It was pure instinct that made me struggle. That massive column of muscle slowly pressed harder and harder against my trembling ass hole. I raised my butt and relaxed to let it enter, and as it advanced he began to stroke the front of my body. He reached all the way down to my balls, but he never touched my cock. I swooned and arched my back as those big, callused hands sailed up and down my torso, pausing now and again to rub my neck, slowing ever so slightly as they passed over my nipples, and massaging my chest. He teased me. His hand would slowly dive straight for my cock and then this fingers would slip to the side at the last moment. On the return trip, he'd brush one finger along the side of my cock. I couldn't stand it any longer. I begged.
"Please touch my cock! Oh please!"
Instead, he grabbed my shoulders and held me still, and then he brushed his chest back and forth across my neck and shoulders.
I collapsed, sobbing. Every part of him was a weapon. I straightened and arched my back, desperate to feel that massive, hairy chest rub me again.
"Please!" I begged.
He arched his back and swept his chest up and down once and then he reached around and held my face, immobilizing my head so that he could lick my neck. And all the while, that huge, throbbing pole was being eased into my ass. It might have hurt except that he had me on fire in other ways. He straightened up and I felt him lean forward as he reached down in front of me, this time without touching my body. And a few seconds later, I felt that warm, rough paw wrap itself around my cock. His hands were so big, just one could easily envelop my entire erect cock. I shuddered, and instantly my hips began to rock. He took his hand away.
"Oh! Oh please!"
"I will," he whispered, as his hips began to rock. His hand rose to my chin, and he tilted my head back until it lay against his chest. He held my chin gently but firmly. His thumb was poised at my lips, pressing slightly, yet again, a new weapon. "I just remembered something," he growled.
"Didn't you promise me a blow job?"
I nodded. My mouth opened, and suddenly my mouth wanted a thumb so very badly.
"Show me what you're going to do," he said as he placed his thumb on my lower lip. I opened my mouth like a hungry baby bird, and he slowly hooked his thumb into my mouth. I sucked hard, and I swirled my tongue around and around and around.. I felt him shudder. "Oh.....y-yeah." he whispered. "More. Lemme hear it."
I moaned. I whimpered. I slurped.
"Y-yeah! Oh god," he stammered. I did it for another minute or so, and all the while my dick twitched and drooled and his hot sex meat pistoned in and out of me. Finally, he took his thumb from my mouth, reached down, and rubbed the warm wetness against my cock.
"OH DAVID!" He wrapped his hand around me.
"Like this?" he whispered, and he slowly dragged his curled fingers back and forth along the underside of my cock.
"OH G—GOD!!"
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