Date: Sat, 27 Sep 2008 02:00:51 -0700 (PDT)
From: James Jones <jacanakid21@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Adventures of Jake a Lifesaver, Ch 14

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         The Adventures of Jake a Lifesaver, Chapter 14, by justjames17.



Con left the car park and headed home, he was both frustrated and furious
at what had happened, his ego was bruised badly and he was determined to
seek revenge on the two tourists and the young thief if by chance he can
find him. He was driving fast and his mind was not on what he was doing, he
rounded a corner too fast and swerved to the wrong side of the road. His
eyes bulged from his head as he saw the delivery truck heading right at
him, he turned the wheel frantically and the panel van hit the curb
mounting the footpath and smashed through a wooden picket fence demolishing
a rose garden before finally stopping just short of the house.

The residents hurried out to find the battered panel van stopped on their
front lawn, Con still seated behind the wheel shaking from his near miss,
they called the police and when they arrived Con had regained his
composure. They breathalysed him bit found no alcohol in his system and
when Con offered to pay for the damage they took his particulars and left
him to it. A tow truck arrived and winched the panel van out loading onto
its flat tray, three tires were flat and Con asked that they drop it off at
the local tyre retailers. The truck took Con and his van there and dropped
them off, Con got new tyres fitted and charged them to his account before
completing his journey home; his temper not improved at all after his
expensive little disaster.

He stormed inside slamming the front door and rattling the windows and
stomped to the kitchen ripping open the fridge door and taking out a stubby
of beer, he popped the top and took a deep gulp then wiped his arrogant
lips with the back of his hand as he walked into the lounge and slumped on
the couch leaning back closing his eyes.  After some minutes he drank down
the rest of the beer and sat there staring at the blank screen on his TV,
he picked up the remote control and switched on the set then the DVD
player. He lounged back as the screen lit up with a scene of a big stud
with a much smaller guy, the stud was hammering the younger smaller lad's
rear end, slamming his big prong in and out of the writhing lad's arse. The
room filled with the sound of sex, the moans and grunts, the slapping of
flesh against flesh, whimpers of pain and anguish.

Con's eyes were riveted on the scene as he groped himself, his face
twisted, all vestiges of handsomeness vanished as he began to pull his fat
schlong from his shorts and stroke it. His debauched face with lips
grotesquely leering and tongue slavering across his lips, eyes ablaze with
violent lust, his bare chest heaved as he tugged and twisted his nipples
one at a time torturing them sending jolts of pure pleasure through his
tensed sweat covered body. Con drove himself to a tremendous climax in time
with the stud on the screen, the screen showed a close up of the ravaged
ring of the young man as creamy sperm spurted out from the tight
connection. The stud collapsed quivering and gasping on top of the
whimpering victim, Con slumped back panting as he absentmindedly stroked
his still flexing drooling dick. The glazed expression cleared on his
sweaty face as he shook his head and stared at the fuzzy static on the
screen, the DVD has finished.

Con grabbed a discarded t-shirt off the low coffee table in front of the
couch and cleaned himself up before tossing it aside and pushing himself up
to pad into the kitchen for a second beer, he unscrewed the top and walked
back to the couch flopping back on the cushions then swinging his feet up
and lying back sipping his cold ale as he flipped over to the news. He was
watching the news when the phone rang, he frowned wondering who was
disturbing him and climbed to his feet putting the beer on the coffee table
as he went to answer the phone. He picked up the receiver and grunted into
it but he smiled when he heard a voice he knew, Mark, a friend who he went
to school with, a guy he'd always fancied but never attained.

Mark had shifted to Western Australia after leaving college; he attained a
scholarship and was training to be a mining engineer over there at the
University of Western Australia. Mark was back in town for a holiday and
was hoping to hook up with Con and catch a few waves. Con was overjoyed at
the thought of seeing his blond and cute friend once again; they had kept
in touch by email and the odd phone call but that only made Con hungrier to
get with the spunky guy. They chatted for a while reminiscing about school
and what was going on in their lives and Con arranged for Mark to call
round and see him next morning. By the time he'd hung up Con was again hard
as a rock, he envisioned Mark as he remembered him, slender, blond hair
blue eyed and as cute as a guy could be. He was small built and wiry with
the nicest bubble bum in the school, Mark was extremely popular with the
girls and it was whispered he was a totally hot in bed.

Con had lusted after the guy but he wasn't game to try anything back in
those days, not like now when he could easily overpower most those he
lusted after, since leaving school he had worked on building his muscles
and strength. Con expressed his desire to see Mark and get together with
him for some surfing and fun, Mark sounded happy that he was welcome and
said he'd meet Con at the beach tomorrow. Con was creating mental pictures
of Mark, what he'd look like now and how sexy his body would still be,
Con's cock sprung a bone and he was flopped back enjoying playing with
himself. One hand squeezed and caressed his hard hot meat while the other
tugged and rolled his big firm nuts in their smooth hairless sack, Con had
a dreamy smirk on his face as he pictured Mark's smaller fairer body, his
sexy rounded arse and his small but perfect prick. Mark was one deliciously
hot package from what Con remembered and he was hot to really get to know
him in every possible way, particularly intimately.

As the night progressed Con dug out a DVD of a cute blond guy being ravaged
by a big dark stud, he loved this film, the blond was bronzed all over
except for where his tiny tight speedos were, when the stud stripped him
the pale white orbs of his arse with the deep dark crack were a total turn
on. Then when the stud yanked his slim legs apart and rammed his big bone
deep up that tight hot hole Con nearly blew a load without wanking. He
relished how the blond writhed and grunted it brought back memories of some
of his incredible sexual bouts with the young fit surfer lads. He was
envisioning Mark in the same position, helpless and totally overpowered.
After the film finished Con dragged himself to bed his balls drained and
cock limp, he needed sleep to regenerate his sex drive for the new day
ahead. Con fell into a deep sleep and knew no more, his naked body
shimmered in the bright moonlight shining through the window onto his bed,
as he slept a shadow blocked out the light as Vlad and Victor stood outside
watching him sleep and admiring his smooth powerful body.

Next morning Con awoke refreshed and with a woody like steel, his bladder
cried out for relief and he bolted to the bathroom to empty it, he forced
his steel hard pole down aiming it at the bowl and lifted his head closing
his eyes willing his bladder to start pissing. A spurt of golden urine
splashed foaming into the white bowl as his bladder emptied out forcefully,
Con sighed and smiled dreamily then yawned widely as his cock stopped, he
shook himself off and gave it a couple of wanks before flushing the toilet,
he washed his face and began shaving, he noticed some small red spots on
his throat but shrugged thinking mossies had bitten him, after shaving he
rinsed his razor then patted on some after shave enjoying the sting and
again admiring himself in the large mirror on the wall. Con thought, "Gees
I'm so buffed and hot any bloke should be happy that I'd want to have sex
with them."

He walked out to get breakfast his fat schlong waved from side to side as
he strutted proudly into the kitchen, he grabbed a large bowl and dumped
eight Wheat Bix in adding milk before pouring a tumbler of chilled OJ, he
sat down and began fuelling himself for what lay ahead. Once he'd eaten he
rinsed off the plate and tumbler before going for a shower, he bathed
quickly and towelled off then cleaned his teeth grimacing to show off his
pearly whites against his bronzed face then combed his thick black hair. He
swaggered to the bedroom and pulled out a very brief pair of red speedos
and slipped them on tucking his astounding genitals away comfortably in the
flimsy silken pouch, he stood admiring himself in the full-length mirror
striking poses that accentuated his bulging muscles, genitals and gorgeous
full muscular buttocks.  Con smiled at his image and preceded to oil
himself to accentuate his musculature, he enjoyed the feel of his hands
caressing his body as the slippery oil lubed his ministrations.

Con finished oiling his superb body and stood there flexing himself as he
checked out his glistening body, a smirk on his arrogantly handsome face;
he turned reluctantly away to pull on a pair of silken running shorts with
long slits in the outside that exposed his red lycra togs as he moved, a
tight sleeveless t-shirt completed his attire and he slipped his feet into
a pair of brown leather sandals. Con picked up his keys and some cash from
the top drawer of the bedside table dropping it in his backpack and set off
to the van. Con cruised the streets on his way to the beach hoping he might
spot the young thief from yesterday but no such luck, he pulled into the
car park at the local mall to get some grog and food to take to the beach.

He strolled inside and saw the arcade where all the local teens hung out
playing the games, he decided to check it out on the off chance the little
prick might be there spending his ill gotten gains. Con paused in the
doorway searching slowly and carefully the first visible rows, the lads all
concentrating on their games didn't notice him there, he moved inside
slowly moving to the left to check out the next couple of banks of machines
and there he was, the little mongrel twisting and moving as he zapped space
aliens or whatever the game was. Con watched his lithe slim young body as
he moved about, dressed in a tatty pair of denim cut offs and a wife
beater, his long slim arms and legs on display as was his cute bubble bum
and basket.

Con's lips curled into a sneer as he crept towards the lad, a boy next to
his victim looked around and squeaked a high pitched warning alerting the
lad who jumped away and hit the ground running like a rabbit. Con was
stunned at the speed of the lad's reactions and by the time he began to
move the lad was out of sight behind the next row of machines. The other
lads seeing an adult aggressor began blocking Con's path and he had to
shove them aside one after the other giving the miscreant more time to
escape. Con's growls of frustration rase until he was swearing loudly and
shoving the boys brutally out of his way, the owner of the arcade appeared
and warned Con to get out or he'd call the police. Con snarled and left the
arcade searching the crowded mall as he exited, no sign of his young thief
so Con swearing under his breath walked on to pick up the items he wanted.

Con returned to his van and stood with eyes bugging out, his new tyres were
flat, all four wheels sitting on the rims; impossible he thought somebody
had let them down.  He was right; each tyre had a slit in the wall where a
pocketknife had been pushed through the rubber. Con looked to the heavens
and swore loudly, he pulled out his mobile phone and rang for a tow truck,
the truck arrived driven by the same driver as yesterday, the bloke shook
his head in amazement, "Crickey mate this is ridiculous nobody can wreck
tyres this fast."

Con glared at him and growled, "Some arse hole has knifed them, I'm going
to kill the little prick when I catch him."

The driver winched the van onto the back and set off to the tyre retailer
pulling in beginning to lower the van while Con stomped into the office to
organise the fitting of four new tyres again. The van was jacked up and the
first two wheels removed, thirty minutes later Con was on the road $400
poorer, he drove to the beach and parked the van close to the club hoping
it would deter the little prick if he came down and tried to spike his
tyres again. He sat there looking out for Mark's arrival; he listened to
the local FM radio station that was playing old surfing songs by The Beach
Boys. He sat there tapping his hands on the steering wheel feeling the beat
of the surfie songs; he missed seeing the red and black Mini Cooper S drive
into the park and pull up a couple of cars away.

The door opened and out stepped Mark, his golden curly hair gleaming in the
sun as he stood up and looked around the area, Con caught the movement in
his peripheral vision and glanced across. He did a double take, who the
hell, no it couldn't be little Mark, that stud was equal in build to
himself except he was blond and fair skinned, he wasn't as tall but his
musculature was mind boggling on his smaller frame. Con couldn't get out of
the van fast enough, he fumbled with his seat belt as Mark was approached
by a couple of the lifesavers, Jake and another dude Con didn't recognise.
The three began talking animatedly as the two young guys ogled Mark's hot
wheels, Mark was enjoying their excitement as he showed them the gear in
the car allowing both lads to sit in the front seats.

Con slammed the van's door attracting Mark's attention, he looked across
and his lips curved up as he saw Con, he grinned showing his perfect white
teeth contrasting vividly in his tanned face, he gestured a greeting wave
and Con felt a shiver of pleasure course through him. He grinned back his
ire at the morning's problems evaporated at the sight of his old
schoolmate, Con walked across and stuck out his hand as he said, "G'day
Mark, its great to see you again mate."

Mark took Con's hand in his with an iron grip as he shook it pulling Con
into him and putting his other arm around his old school mate's back, They
hugged cheeks touching as their torsos pressed tight, Con could feel Mark's
genitals pressed to his upper thigh as he pressed his leg between
Mark's. The heat as those soft appendages rubbed on his thin shorts sent a
jolt through his body, Con was sure the same was happening to his
mate. Mark on the other hand was not into blokes in general he was
basically heterosexual, although he had had a few encounters with guys in
the isolation of the mines, he also had a hot fiancé waiting back in the
West and this trip was mainly business as his mining company had sent him
across for a conference about the climate change problems and how it may
effect the mining industry.

Con's cock started to thicken and stretch as he hugged Mark, but Mark
sensed Con's arousal starting and broke the hug stepping back a little and
watching Jake at the wheel of his rented Mini. Con felt a cool chill of
rejection something he wasn't really used to and it brought back the angst
of the morning, he frowned at Mark and eyed off his mate's crotch but saw
no sign of arousal in his colourful board shorts. He cleared his throat and
spoke, "Mark when you are ready can we go find a good spot on the beach,
I've got food and grog in the Esky."

Mark nodded saying, "Yeah mate give it a minute till the lads have finished
with the Mini."

Con felt jealous that Jake was monopolising his mate's time that he should
be sharing with him, he stood there with a sullen expression watching Mark
laughing and joking with the two younger lads, Con's patience was beginning
to wear thin. Finally Mark said, "Well guys you've made me dizzy with all
your questions I'd better head off with my mate and spend some time with
him."

Jake and the other lad climbed out of the shiny little speedster and Jake
tried to talk to Mark to warn him about Con but it was impossible and in
the end he shrugged thinking Mark appeared strong enough to look after
himself in any eventuality. Mark and Con unloaded the Esky and gear from
the van and set off down onto the beach then Con led the way towards the
sand dunes. Jake stood leaning on the car park fence watching the two studs
walking away into the distance, he couldn't help thinking what a hot pair
they made. A hand on his shoulder broke his reverie; he turned his head to
find Chad smiling at him, "Penny for your thoughts Jake."

Jake smiled at him and said, "I was watching that arse hole Con leading a
really hot guy down the beach, I hope he will be ok."

Chad looked up the beach and could just make out the two figures in the
distance; he looked back at Jake and asked how his goodies had recovered
from yesterday's accident. Jake grinned at his sexy mate and replied, "Good
as gold mate no repercussions apart from a little tenderness."

As they chatted a number of cars arrived, some belonging to club members
also Vlad and Victor in their silver BMW, the two living dead sauntered
down onto the beach and off towards the sand dune area. They strolled side
by side as the discussed the sweet supper they'd enjoyed last night when
they had sipped upon Con's throat as he slept, it was an entrée to the main
feast they were preparing to enjoy in the very near future.

The beach was filling with swimmers and surfers and Jake had to begin his
patrol, Chad followed him onto the sand and sat near the ramp watching his
tall skinny mate as he walked the shore watching for swimmers in
difficulty. The rubber ducky and jet ski were parked at the water's edge
ready for use when needed, at the North end of the beach the rugged cliff
rose from a low rock shelf, this platform was used by rock fishermen and
was dangerous as rogue swells could appear and crash across the slippery
rock sweeping the fishermen off their feet and sucking them into the surf.
Jake's patrol that day was the Northern end of the safe swimming area and
he also kept a watch on the rocks as well.

Being a beautiful day there were already a number of guys casting off the
rocks into the surging sea, and offshore there were a number of fishing
boats trolled and one anchored close in not far beyond the break catching
arrow squid. The board riders were catching waves and riding them into the
beach all told it was an idyllic scene that soon would turn to chaos due to
a deep depression down in the roaring forties between Australia and the
Antarctic. These depressions whipped up storm force winds of cyclone
strength, which on occasions could send huge swells North towards Tasmania
and Victorian waters. Such a depression was raging and unknown to all the
swells were racing towards land; the unsuspecting fishermen were enjoying
themselves in the ideal conditions boating the inky slippery creatures.

The first sign of trouble hit the boat furthest out its skipper saw the
building mountain of water rising offshore as it approached the shallowing
water, he slammed open the throttle to his outboard and grabbed the
microphone with one hand sending a warning to the other boats as he drove
up the almost vertical face of the wave as its peak crinkled ready to
break. The boat burst through the crest and was airborne as it powered on,
the wave broke behind the airborne craft and the boiling frothing sea hid
the shore and other boats from view.


			     To be continued.