Date: Sat, 1 Jun 2002 12:13:46 -0400
From: AG
Subject: David, A Lifeguard

      Summers on Cape Cod ("There once was a boy from Nantucket/Whose cock
was so long he could suck it/..."  -- famous limerick!) have got to be the
nearest thing to Sexual Paradise.  Whether ur straight, bi, gay, or
whatever you are, and some of us are not sure what we are and don't give
damn, it is SOME place to be for 8 weeks, or 1 week!  Everything from beach
carryings-on to hitchhikers eager for fun after the bars, pool tables, or
bowling alleys closed. Or even in mid-afternoon at "after-school" time
(2:30-ish), there is action, anywhere, everywhere, when the stars are
right.Those little sandy roads into the Cape Cod scrub pines off the main
drag. Hmm.secluded, shady.
      David--his real and appropriate name--is blond, runnerup state champ
swimmer (free style), slender, lithe, beautiful face with sunken cheeks
(face, that is, but those others, too), tanned despite his blond features.
His blond hair, by the way, is "pure," unmixed by auburn nor does it have
the whitish color of an albino's mop.  Straight and parted in the middle,
his blond hair looks very fetching when he is in "jams" or speedos, walking
or gym shorts, nude, or however he is. His slender yet subtly curvy legs
with their blond hairs look pretty cool when he's sox-less in his sneakers,
or going barefoot.
      I first laid eyes on David at the beach. He did lifeguard duty every
summer, first at one, then some other beach. I want to emphasize we're not
talking here about some "classical" lifeguard of the comics or those B
beach movies: You know, bulky, like a bodybuilder, all that, the Perfect
Bod (so called). Nope.  Dave is tall - well just a shade above 6'-with, as
I say, a slender, willowy body. Even his gait, slightly on his toes, as
swimmers usually walk, gives his overall movement a kind of flexible,
elastic quality that is extremely sexy - esp. when he is walking on sand
and bouncing a little more than usual to keep his footing.
      I got to know Dave in a funny, unusual way. One afternoon at the
beach he and I first met when someone had hauled in a shark on his fish
line.  Whitish, battleship grey with those US Navy-cruiser looks and
"louvres" on his side, it was obvious that though it was in the shark
family (whatever their Latin `ischyt-`something name), this shark was only
a Grass Shark-totally harmless, about 14 inches long. Yet some people,
mostly kids with some twinkies thrown in started shouting: "It's a SHARK!
KILL IT KILL IT!"
      I sauntered over, as David did - first time I had noticed him since I
was at a somewhat further corner of the beach from his post (he didn't
actually have a "stand"; just a beach umbrella and some gear, beach towel,
the beach being small, semi-private).  Well, I butt-inskied into this
commotion about the shark.  Myself shouting: "Don't kill it! Throw it back
in. It's harmless, can't you see?"
      Seeing and hearing me say this, Dave entered with some similar
advice. Then both of us-D. and me-gently took the shark off the hook and
over the vehement protests of the crowd, threw it back into the drink.
Actually I myself threw into the drink as far as I could.  SPLASH!!  And
off it swam.
      Funny way to begin a friendship but that's the way it started.
      I sat down next to Dave as he returned to his lifeguard spot on the
beach.  He was 20 then, me, late 20s. We sat and chatted, compared Sun
Signs (he, a Gemini; me, an Aries). Then we talked about various beaches,
sailing, school, and so on.  Then an idea occurred to me when he said, "You
know, AL, I have to be here mornings, like, 6 a.m.! Can ya believe it??"
      "You DO?" I exclaimed. "Early breakfast, eh?"
      "Naw, I just bring coffee here to the shack back there [pointing]--if
I have time."
      "Tell ya what, Dave," I said, "I"ll bring ya coffee tomorrow. You on
tomorrow?"
      "Yeah I am. You would? A thermos full?"
      "Sure, and some donuts, how's that?"
      "That is REAL COOL!" he said firmly.  "Thanks!"
      "And I'll even do a sketch of you." (I'm what is known up there on
the Island as a "Sunday painter." But good enough to sell some of my work.
But figure-drawing is not my strongest suit, but I love doing it-both for
artistic as well as other reasons! <S>)
      So the next morning I'm up real early, other people in the house
asleep-guest, and roommate. I generally get up early anyway, even on
vacation as I enjoy seeing the sun and nature early in the morning, and
sometimes do some bird-watching, a hobby of mine. I may even take in a
deserted-well, not always!!!-- beach, just in case some other person is up
early and maybe has some, uh, ideas in his head!
      I arrived at David's shack, noticing his moped tire tracks were
freshly etched into the morning-dewed sand, the dry, undewed sand
showing. He's there already ahead of me, I thought.
      The shack door was shut. I knocked.
      "Is that YOU, the beachcomber, Al?"
      "Yep," I laughed back and he let me in.
      We sat down on a wooden bench in the little shack, the back room of
which contained a lot of lifeguard gear-floats, anchors, rope, surfboard,
life- presevers, etc. As I looked around, I wondered to myself where I
would sketch him and just what he might be willing or eager or both to take
off for posing. So as he sat fairly near me on the wooden bench sipping the
coffee and relishing the powdered donuts I had brought, I got to the point.
      "Well, shall we go to work now, Dave? A sketch?" I asked.
      "Good idea, yeah. Before people start coming, right?"
      "Yes, well, take off your jacket." D. wore a sort of rubberized red
and yellow windbreaker in the chilly morning air but nothing underneath --
except his hairless, well-formed chest and reddish-pink nipples. So I did a
couple of him that way.  Bare to the waist.
      Then he announced, "You know, AL, I'm gonna give one of these to my
girl-friend, OK?"
      "Sure. Take any one you want when I'm finished. The best one. I
sometimes don't too well, so take your choice. Anyway, I'm sketching real
fast."
      He looked at what I had done, then I said: "For your girl-friend?
Hmm, well, don't you think she should see more of you, man?"
      "Strip off everything?" he asked looking at me kind of wide-eyed.
      "Sure, why not?" I said.
      So he took off everything and sat there totally nude on the bench.
      Try to imagine the excitement. And, realize that both of us started
shivering.  I had on a T-shirt and gym shorts. Then I had to move one of
his thighs a little for him to strike a different pose. My hand brushed
over a strange "landscape" of skin on his thigh: bumpy, totally covered
with gooseflesh, the blond- hair follicles-is that what they are?--totally
aroused. I looked at my own very brown thighs-same thing! This was part of
our shivering excitement thing, I figured.
      We were both aroused in this strange way.  His penis, about 5"
unerected looked white, cold, and small. The chill! His blond pubics looked
more yellowish-blond than usual against his white cock and his white crotch
and white tan lines of his fair skin.
      So I was right. We were in a shiver, you could see it, feel it. Just
like in a cold shower when everything shrivels. But maybe not for long.
      Finally, I finished sketching. D. selected the one he wanted-one of
the nudes, very accurately drawn and including his penis.
      Then a big question mark rose over my head. What next?
      As he put on his clothes, he turned to me and said: "I'm goin' to lie
down a bit in the back room. Little pre-work snooze. "
      If at that point I knew him, I would have proposed a double snooze.
But as it was, I thought, too risky. My first visit to his shack, after
all. And, sure, the shivering meant "something," no doubt. Still, I wasn't
totally confident.
      So David-not saying "so long," which was significant I later
realized, simply walked into the back room. I could hear his sleeping being
opened and dropped onto the floor and on which he would lie. Alone?
      Between the two rooms was a little commode stall.  I had to take a
leak after the coffee so I went in - I was thinking to myself, odd that
D. didn't think I was leaving and say "so long."
      As I hauled out my cock, I was immediately seized by an incredible
horniness. Which took its smallness away, FAST!  Soon my cock swelled to
its usual nearly 8 inches. I couldn't even piss! So I'm standing there,
trying to force a piss.  Finally, a stream comes dribbling out through the
hard flesh, which retained its stiff rigidity throughout.  Then, in my
utter horniness, I had what I thought was a cool idea - it just came to me
naturally with that vision I had of David lying on the floor just across
the narrow plywood wall from where I was with a large space above the wall.
It seemed to me he could probably hear anything going on in the stall where
I was. Certainly he heard me leaking into the commode.
      So, excited, I spit on my left hand (I'm a southpaw) and started
jacking.  Keen ears could have heard the juicy thwup-thwup-thwup-thwup of
my hand and spit jerking along my hard cock shaft. I even rolled my tee
shirt to above my nipples really getting into it. Then, audibly and really
quite involuntarily, I started ohh-ing and ahhing quite softly in the
pleasure of the jacking.
      It was at that moment a queer sensation came over me that I was being
WATCHED from, behind!! I whirled around. My God, there was Dave, his shorts
down, stroking righthanded his now very hard, erect, pointing-up cock! The
look on his face damned near scared me! It was one of extreme excitement,
expectation, horniness, his chest heaving with his heavy breathing.his eyes
roaming all over me, up and down, back and forth, as he surveyed my
half-dressed condition - I was mostly exposed like he was.
      "Wow! DAVE! Come on in here!" I almost ordered.
      In he came, dragging his shorts on the floor. Standing to my left, my
left hand to his right, his right hand to my left, we instantly,
simultaneously, grasped each other by the cock, and even balls AND cock
together!  There was a wild abandon about it, total into-it. Our free hands
roamed over other parts of our bodies-he feeling my pecs, rubbing my
somewhat sweaty abs, me doing the same on him. Brushing over the hard tips
of our nipples.Always jerking, jerking at the same time. Lots of "Ohhh,
AL!!! Oh RIGHT!" and "Ohhh, Dave! YEAH!!" I can still hear all those sighs
and stuff.
      "Oh God!!" he said in a loud whisper. "I'm cumming, I'm CUMMING!" I
was jerkin him.
      "SO AM I!" I almost shouted.
      Then we shot together right on the button gloriously in what seemed
like an unending orgasm that seized every muscle of our bodies! Our cum
streams went SPLAT! Against the upturned commode cover, slowly dribbling
down to the seat.  Yellowish against the white background of the commode.We
looked at each other smiled like you would never normally see.
      We pulled up our clothes fast, maybe people would be coming to the
beach, he and I both cleaning the cum off the commode and ourselves.
      Just at that moment, A KNOCK AT THE DOOR!
      David had had the good sense to have thrown the bolt on it earlier
from the inside, which, heh heh, I hadn't noticed (if I had noticed this
earlier, I might have just joined him in the back room-even uninvited!!!)
      "JESUS!" he said. "MY BOSS!"
      I knew what to do. I retreated back into the stall, closing the door
and whispering loudly to Dave as he went slowly to the door of the shack:
"Tell him someone is in here taking a crap."
      Quick thinking. He told the boss that. He talked to him through the
partly-opened wooden door. Then the guy with the deep, older voice went
away.  We both breathed a sigh of relief.
      
I soon then left, too, never imagining what was to happen next in an
"affair" that lasted some 4 years -- summers and winters -- but not without
some early-on anxiety, it seemed, on David's part. But which he soon got
over.  Like in 48 hours.

			      ---End Part 1--