I don't think July 3rd could have been more perfect. For those of you who keep up with me on Kik or Google (and soon to be Facebook), you're already aware that my parents kicked me out just after graduation. Since that time, I've been more focused on survival, and less focused on sex. Still, I can't help that every so often, that urge just bubbles up inside of me and I find myself, no matter where I am, with a raging boner that just begs for attention.
Today was one of those days. It started off after having a very hot and lengthy conversations with one of you (you know who you are). Unfortunately I was in a public place, and couldn't take care of myself (although I did get caught by a young woman onlooker "adjusting" myself a little more than I should have been. She was pretty funny, trying to sneak peaks at my hand on my crotch while pretending to be slightly offended).
Because of my situation, I've been picking up a lot of extra hours at the pool. I've had a few opportunities to peek at a few of the patrons naked in the locker rooms, or flirt, and heaven knows I've been up on the lifeguard station pressing the life preserver against my rock hard dick after endless waves of half naked men play eye contact games, adjust themselves so I can see, or sometimes, even flash me. Usually, it's the older guys - some good looking, others not so much - who are daring enough and forward enough to catch my eye. Often, the younger guys are more timid, still a bit scared of their sexuality. I love the bashful glances and the flushed cheeks that get blamed on the sun.
Today, near the end of my shift, a trim, dark haired, guy caught my eye. Not only was he hot, but he seemed to have a constant need for my attention. He would splash people until I blew my whistle, run around the pool edge until I blew my whistle, swim rather close to the diving board areas (until I blew my whistle). And at one point, I was pretty sure he was hard under the water... and infraction for which there is no rule - so all I could do was hope he'd blow my whistle.
I lost track of him near the end of my shift - which isn't unusual. As a lifeguard, lots of things can catch your attention, and whatever you were looking at previously can be quickly lost. For sure, he wasn't in the pool anymore. There are a million reasons why he could have left: maybe it was just his time to go home, maybe he got bored or his friends hauled him off to get something to eat, etc.
Since having been kicked out of my parents' house, I've been living in my car. Obviously I find myself very lucky to have a job where I have access to showers every day. After my shift, I did a quick walkthrough of the locker room (as I'm supposed to), gathered a couple of personal belongings people left to take the lost and found, and went to my locker to change. My locker has become a bit of my personal closet space - I have all my necessities there: soap, shampoo, deodorant... condoms...
There is a shower near the back that isn't set up like the pool showers. The pool showers have multiple heads built into one stall, and are best for quick rinse-offs required by pool rules. The back shower is a single head, more private, although the water is still just as cold.
I stripped out of my lifeguarding clothes, and as my limp cock fell out of the black shorts I was almost painfully aware of how full and heavy my balls felt. They ached after the hot chat session I had on Kik this morning, and I knew they needed release. I wrapped a towel around me and took my soap and shampoo with me to the private shower, knowing full well that the cold water wouldn't be pleasant, but that I was going to have a long, slow, shower jerk anyway.
I pulled open the heavy glass shower door, and to my complete and under shock and amazement, there was my dark haired beauty, butt naked, furiously beating his dick. I was so stunned and this scenario caught me so off guard that I uncontrollably gasped and dropped my shampoo bottle.
The look on his face was priceless: his face flushed a deep burgundy as his embarrassment made him flush. His body tensed, and his hands moved to cover his crotch as he pressed his back into the wall. "Oh shit," he cried. "I... I..."
I was still speechless, but by this point I had noticed that his hands weren't big enough to cover his raging boner.
"God," I said, looking him up and down, surprised he still hadn't moved or said anything. "Really?"
He just stood there, totally frozen.
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| Josh |
In spite of the fact that I was keenly aware that my limp dick was lurching and starting to grow, I pulled my towel off and offered it to him. "This will cover you better than your hand," I chided, although tried to make it sound as flirty as possible. I then stepped into the shower and pulled the water on for him. "You know, if you turn on the water you won't be bothered. No one knows you're in here otherwise."
When I turned back around, he had finally moved.. right into my way, blocking my path to the door. The cold water was running down my chest and back, the trails tickling and making me shiver. The guy wasn't looking at my face, but at my chest, at the cool water that was making my nipple hard. The only way I could describe the look on his face was... thirsty.
I should have been annoyed that my only towel was getting wet, but instead, my head swam with excitement. This little bastard was a troublemaker... he was purposely taunting me in the pool. I wanted to teach him a lesson.
"Go ahead," I said, and he finally looked up at me.
"Are you going to tell anyone?" he asked, genuinely worried.
"Fuck no. I don't give a shit." I shrugged.
In response he put his hand on my chest, his finger tips lightly brushing my erect nipple. My cock had leapt to life, fully hard in spite of the cold shower.
"I'm Marc," I whispered as my lips inched closer to his.
"I know. I'm Josh."
His lips met mine, and our hands groped at each other's bodies until we found each other's dicks. He moaned lightly and squirmed under my touch, happy to let my hand pick up where his had left off. I don't know if it was the juxtaposition of the cold water and his hot mouth, or the fact that I hadn't been this horny in a long time, but my hormones were surging, making me feel like I was in a dream. When Josh's mouth found it's way slowly down my stomach, finally swallowing my dick, I let out a moan much louder than I had anticipated, and I found myself briefly hoping that no one else was in the locker room to hear it, before falling back into a mindset of pure ecstasy.
Then he stopped, he stood up and wiped his mouth "You precum a lot." I wanted to taste what he was tasting, so I kissed him roughly.
"Suck mine," he commanded.
I didn't have to be told twice. I reached around and grabbed his ass, and pulled his cock deep into my throat. I wanted to taste it all. His pubic hair smelled of chlorine, and his cock tasted salty - probably from the mixture of precum and sweat that no doubt covered his shaft from his prior jerk session.
I found myself wishing it was bigger. I pulled it all into my mouth but was hungry for more. I heard Josh cursing under his breath as he fucked my face. "Fuck yeah, oh God that feels so good. Holy shit."
I really wanted his cum in my mouth, but my dick was begging for attention. While my head swam with desire, I couldn't ignore my dick as it throbbed and ached to be buried in Josh's ass.
Without even realizing what I was doing, I popped Josh's cock out of my mouth and spun him around, burring my face between his cheeks. He protested at first, but my hand reached up and firmly pushed on his back, forcing his face against the shower wall as my tongue slid into the soft pillowy flesh of his puckered hole.
Once I was there, it was like my mind quieted. All the frantic horny-ness settled into a euphoria of feeling - like I was exactly where I was supposed to be. In his flesh I found a peace and a calm that I had been missing since my parents asked me to leave - a place of belonging.
I wanted Josh to belong to me. I needed to feel like I owned something. I know that isn't the most romantic of all emotions, and ownership and objectification of a person is not a noble pursuit, but in this moment, that ass was mine. I started to slide myself inside when his discomfort was obvious. "You're big," he groaned, pulling away from me, but the shower wall stopped him for being able to retreat very far.
"I'll be careful," I whispered into his ear, tightening my grip on his cock, sliding my hand to the underside of his balls, and using my reach-around-and-under grip to pull him back into me. I rubbed my slippery dick in his crack, enjoying the firmness of the muscles.
Josh was enjoying it too. The tip of my cock rubbed back and forth across his opening, making him relax, and moan. I could feel the sexual energy in his body as his ass started pulsating with my rhythm.
I finally pushed it in, slowly at first - starting with the tip. He balked a little, but I felt his sphincter relax as I rubbed his balls, and I got all the way in.
We fucked slowly. Josh seemed to enjoy it most slow, deep, and tight. At one point, I wrapped my arms all the way around him in a bear hug as I fucked him. I felt his body tense - I thought he must have been in pain, but when I stopped he begged me to keep going, to hold him harder, to fuck him deeper.
I pressed my whole body against him while pulling his into mine. His muscles were hard and tense, his ass felt amazing as I pumped my dick deep inside. Suddenly, and without much warning, he orgasmed, spraying the shower wall with stream after stream of hot boy cum. I had misread the tension in his body. It wasn't pain; it was a building orgasm!
My hands were no where near his dick when he came - and as usual, the though of me making him cum sent me over the edge, and I came deep inside him. As my dick throbbed, thudding over and over, he squealed, begging for it end. He was so sensitive after he orgasmed, I couldn't help be reach down and slide my hand over his dick, just to feel his whole body shutter.
I licked his earlobe, still inside of him, both of us using the shower wall for support. We breathed heavily, and the slight up and down motion of his breathing echoed through his whole body, and down my cock.
We finished our shower, and this time actually cleaned up. He left the shower first, and when I finally stepped out, I was surprised to find myself confronted by a co-worker, who nodded toward Josh, and flashed me a knowing grin.
I think he may have been a bit jealous. So we'll have to see what comes of that. Maybe I'll get a second round of my locker room fantasy - which I have to admit, was just as good as I thought it would be.
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