**This is a fictionalized story about two underage boys in high school. If you are under the age of consent, please, do not continue. If you are, or you just don't care because you're cool like that (right on!) go ahead.
My Lifeguard Man
It's still so very surreal to me. Just one day. poof, everything just seemed perfect. I don't know why, but now it doesn't even seem perfect anymore. But I still have the desire, the passion, the lust I had back then, and yet, it only serves me when I'm surfing online, using netmeeting, trying to find some web-trick to jerk off too, or when I go to some club to get my dick sucked in the bathroom. But back then.. It was a magical time.
I'm Adriann, by the way. I'm 28 years old and I work in advertising. Boring, eh? Well, back in high school, I was more animated. I was quite a character if I do say so myself. and I do! I was just a never-ending stand-up comic. I was a gay activist and I was the proud son of the city's most elite couple. But I was unhappy. I was single.. WHERE WAS THE DICK?! Well, it was at the local pool, of course. But I didn't know it yet.
Before I go on with my story, I'd like to describe how I was, physically. I wasn't too tall, only 5'7" weighing 135 lbs. My hair a sandy blonde with a brown shadow deep in my roots. I wasn't built or anything, but I was good looking, or so the girls said. and they did! Not much can be said about my dick except it was a 7" pecker, uncut and it just hung there. waiting. But not for long.
It was summer, I was bored. As usual, the kids would go to the pool and play around, have fun and take off the heat (and the boredom) of summer. Like any other `cool' teen I went with a few friends to swim for a while, tan a bit and talk. Very chic. A while later, as the pool started clearing and my friends started going off to their dates, (which I like to call "fuckfests") I started to notice the lifeguard. He was oh-so-good-looking, He looked about 6'0" even with a thin, yet somewhat muscular build. I laughed as he started to yell at some kid about running around the pool (he looked so frustrated, that I imagined him greasing the floor and laughing his ass off when the kid cracked his skull). But he was hot, and I wanted him. His dark hair shone in the sunlight, and his dark eyes glistened as his nose flared at the evil children. "Damn them" I thought. I wanted them to go away, so I could make some conversation. For a while, it seemed hopeless. I felt almost as though they wouldn't go away. I didn't think they would. I was at the point where I wanted to grease up the floor myself! But after a while, they disappeared into their parents cars. Stupid kids.
So here it was, my chance to talk to him. I didn't even want him sexually, really, I had become so enamored by his charmingly boyish good looks that a smile from him would've melted me. So I walked over, I sat in the chair in front of his. stand. chair. thing. You know! The tall baby chair that lifeguards sit in! I sat in front of him. looking all gay and sexy. Ha! Sexy.. Anyway, I waited for him to say something, ANYTHING! He didn't.
I sat there for maybe 15 minutes before I stared saying "It's hot day isn`t--" "You're really cute.." he said, cutting me off. I was actually gonna tell him something for cutting me off, but I was so shocked that he said that, I said nothing at all. I just looked at him.
He seemed scared. I thought "I should say something. I don't want him thinking I'm some breeder! Or anything like that." So I simply replied "Thanks." He smiled at me (I melted). I asked him how things were going and how the job was and we got to talking. He made some jokes about the stupid bitch kids, and I thought they were so funny (but now. I don't! heheh). So we talked for what seemed like hours. Somewhere along this great colloquy, he introduced himself. His name was Christian. "What a pretty name." I told him. He said he hated it.
After a while, he looked at his watch. "DAMN!" he almost yelled. "I have to get going, work's only from noon to 5:00 and it's almost 6:00. My mom's probably waiting for me." I hesitated. I wanted him to stay so bad. So I said "Wait!!" and ran to my bag. I whipped out my cell phone (which was about 800 lbs because it was SO BIG!) and told him to call his mom and tell her he was hanging out with a friend. He did and we talked so more. We got to the topic of sex. Yeah we were gay, no we didn't care. He told me he thought I was cute again. I thanked him (again) and told him I'd been eyeing him. kind of embarrassing, but whatever. He was flattered. He told me he knew of a place were we could go. "Yeah, it's this really secluded place, a few miles east, by the Hollow. Me and a few friends hang out there sometimes, to you know, hang out." So I agreed and we started our journey. Along the way, we stopped at a 7-11 just to get some food, we hadn't really eaten much that day. Well. We hadn't eaten that much food.
When we got there it was just as I imagined, a sunny place, shaded by the trees and a stump to sit on. We talked some more and after a while, I started to let go of my fears. I kissed him, just as he was talking about school. or something. I don't remember, I just know it was a good kiss. Wet, but soothing. There was tongue, but it wasn't raunchy, It was romantic. The sun was setting and all seemed (like I said) perfect. We started fooling around. I grabbed him all over, and he did the same.
I lowered myself to my knees. He was on the stump (Get it? Stump? Haha.?). He was hard. I took it out and it was huge. 8 or 9" maybe, and I took most of it in my mouth, trying to hard not to choke and embarrass myself. His dick was so soft in my mouth, but so stiff. I locked around it, bobbing my head up and down, to breath every so often. My tongue ran down his shaft, and he moaned in pleasure. I knew I was doing good. I sucked him until I was almost out of saliva. He fucked my face sitting there on the stump. I wanted him so much. I jerked him off a bit and he offered to fuck me. He called me baby. I died and almost fell to my stomach in anticipation that he would fuck me. He lowered my shorts, and my perky, round but shone on what was left of the light. I was a little afraid since it was going in bareback. But I didn't care. It felt good. He started slow, sticking his head in. I moaned a little moan and he asked if it was hurting me. I said "No, go on! Go on!" and he did. Boy did he. He entered his whole dick in me and I was in heaven. He, as I said, started slow, but soon enough, he was fucking me the way he fucked my face, hard and fast. He was fucking me. Fucking me hard. Faster, faster, faster. "Oh yeah" he would say every so often, reaching down, playing with the sides of my ass. I just moaned. I was hard myself. I started jerking off. I grabbed my dick and just went at it. He started to almost shriek, and I knew he was coming.
"Oh yeah, yeah.. YEAH!. YEAAAH!!" and with that and a final long moan, he came in me, on me, and everywhere else for that matter. I was still jerking when his head found my dick's. He started sucking and it seemed as if just as soon as his lips touched my stiff cock, I came in his mouth. He seemed to be enjoying the taste of my cum. He swallowed it, came up and kissed me. He told me he loved me, and I believed him. We kissed passionately for what seem like (again) hours.
A while later, I let him go. I called him and we went on a few (sexless) dates, where we'd go out, date and kiss.
Pretty nice story. Huh? The sad part is, he moved away. And I never saw him again. I still live here in the same city. And it's summer again. I might just go to the pool. I hear there's a dark haired lifeguard around my age who works there, yelling at kids.