Date: Thu, 16 Oct 2008 03:49:32 -0700 (PDT)
From: James Jones <jacanakid21@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Adventures of Jake a Lifesaver, Ch. 15

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           The Adventures of Jake a Lifesaver, Chapter 15.


The foam and spray subsided as the wave surged on into the beach leaving
the boats in its wake, one craft upended and semi submerged in the frothy
sea,. The other vessels all headed out to deeper water as more massive seas
built up surging towards the shore. The crew of the turned turtle boat
struggled amidst their floating gear, scrabbling to catch the bright orange
life vests as they bobbed on the disturbed sea. The next comber approached
rising like a wall sucking the floundering people towards its glassy steep
face before it broke in a mighty roar crushing the three struggling people
beneath tons of water.

Jake witnessed the disaster as he heard the roar of the wave and turned to
see the second wave monster the stricken boat and crew, his feet pounded
down the beach as he raced to see if he could rescue the now submerged
people, the jet ski revved up as another member prepared to race out into
the pounding surf. Jake's lean body arched as he dived into the maelstrom
his head broke surface as he swam hard towards the area of disturbed
aerated sea. He reached the approximate area and duck dived towards the
sandy bottom, he spotted the wrecked boat lying wallowing bow upwards its
buoyancy tanks seemed unable to raise it back to the surface. A body
drifted into view and Jake kicked his long slim legs hard driving him
towards the inert form.

He grasped a floating arm and turned kicking hard towards the surface above
as the next comber crashed down in a roaring surge of white water above
him. The current and surge nearly tore the body from his grasp as they were
tumbled about as if in a washing machine, limbs flaying about as their
bodies were twisted and turned. Finally Jake surfaced coughing salt water
as it spewed from his mouth and nose, he pulled the person up to the air
and looked at the pale wet face, it was a lad about 16; his seemingly
lifeless body floated limply in the frothing water as Jake began towing him
back towards shore as the next monster raced up behind him.

The sea broke and the surge hit Jake lifting he and the boy's body sending
them careening on the surge towards the shore. They were propelled into the
shallows and Jake scrambled to his feet lifting the lad in his arms as the
sea ran back sucking at his legs, he staggered ashore and lowered the limp
lad gently to the sand as people came from all around silently surrounding
the two as they watched Jake begin trying to resuscitate the lad. Jake
checked the boy's mouth for obstructions and then began giving those pale
lips the kiss of life. Again and again Jake blew life giving air into the
lad's lungs watching the tanned chest rise and fall each time, no sign of
life as he worked hard then a wet chesty cough that blew a spray of froth,
water and mucous from his mouth. The lad shuddered and moaned coughing
again and again as Jake rolled him onto his side helping to drain the
seawater from his oxygen starved lungs. Slowly the boy recovered, his eyes
opened staring blankly at first as his breath rasped wetly in his throat,
more white froth and mucous oozed from the corner of his mouth as Jake
placed a towel a bystander proffered to help cover and warm the cold
shaking body. The lad's sodden wet cut off knee length jeans clung to his
coltish legs and his shrunken package mounded slightly under the partly
unzipped fly as Jake covered him with the towel.

He lifted the lad in his arms struggling to get to his feet until another
bystander reached out and helped him up; Jake thanked the man and set off
carrying the still coughing gurgling lad up the beach and into the
clubhouse.  The jet ski made it back to the beach with the other two
survivors, one the lad's father the other his uncle, both men were frantic
about the lad and after reaching the beach set off up towards the club
following Jake. The senior Lifeguard Thomas had called for an ambulance and
as Jake carried the semi conscious lad inside the wail of the siren could
be heard in the distance.

Meanwhile Con and his old mate Mark were climbing the steep slope of the
sand dune to find a nice spot to sun bake and enjoy a few beers, the warm
dry sand was sliding from under their feet as they struggled
upwards. Finally Con stepped onto the crest and placing the esky on the
sand he reached out a hand to help Mark. Their strong hands clasped and
muscles bulging Con literally dragged his mate up beside him. Mark thank
Con and picked up the esky as they walked on into the wind contorted scrub,
they moved on till Con found the clearing he favoured and there they spread
out their towels and stripped to their speedos. Con watched Mark as he
stood on one leg tugging off his shorts, he admired the muscles as he
maintained his balance and he could see the strip of dark lycra between
Mark's firm rounded arse cheeks where he'd sweated during the walk and
climb in the heat.

Con imagined sinking his tongue into the hidden cleft and slurping his
tongue up the hot crack licking the salty sweat as he inhaled Mark's
fragrance, Con's cock was achingly stiff as he watched the supple muscular
body. Mark having disrobed dropped to his knees on the towel and rifled his
carry all searching for the bottle of sunscreen. He pulled it out and began
slopping it on his torso face and arms, Con's eyes sparkled as he watched
the glistening muscles as Mark worked it in. Con was trembling with
eagerness and when Mark finished his front he suggested doing his back for
him, Mark nodded and smiled up at Con offering the bottle and thanking him
for his help, "Thanks Con I'll do yours when you finish mine if you'd
like."

Con began smoothing the slippery cream onto Mark's broad muscled shoulders,
he reveled in the feel of the smooth skin slick under his hands, he was
massaging Mark's body as he spread the cream, Mark began to sway and arch
his golden head back eyes closed and lips slightly parted as Con worked his
magic fingers on his flesh and muscles. Con was lusting as he worked, his
speedos were so tight they looked as if they would split open as his turgid
tool strained stiff as steel and leaking copiously. Con gently urged Mark
onto his stomach and he lay on his towel hiding a throbbing boner caused by
Con's magical fingers.

Con massaged the upper swelling mounds of Mark's beautiful buttocks down to
where the waistband of his tight togs dug into the silken flesh, Con moved
down to Mark's thighs and stroked the cream into the lightly haired legs,
kneading the muscles and tendons as he moved down towards his mate's
feet. Mark was squirming about his breathing heavy and he was almost
whimpering with pleasure, his cock was as hard as he could ever remember
and couldn't believe it was from Con's actions. He could understand it if
it was a hot sheila but then he thought back to their fun together when
they were younger ad the wank sessions he and Con enjoyed along with some
other mates. He hadn't thought about this in a long time as his sex life
was amazingly good, he never had any difficulty finding a girl to share his
bed, yet here he was boned to the utter max while Con was oiling his body.

Con finished the pleasant task and lay on his towel passing the bottle to
Mark who hesitated getting off his belly due to his raging rod, Con laughed
and said, "Come on Mark lube me up before I get incinerated mate."

Mark moved pushing himself up onto his haunches trying to hide his hard on
from Con but Con moved making sure he saw the straining schlong as Mark
twisted around and straddled his waist plonking his arse onto Con's upper
thighs while his now aching balls rested on the full firm mounds of Con's
full buttocks. He began to spread the lotion on Con's sexy body and
marveled at his development and the power of the broad bronzed back, Con
sighed and flexed his muscles encouraging Mark in his endeavours. Mark's
boner was pressing against Cons rippled spine as he worked on his mate's
shoulders and neck, the eel of his cock rubbing on the warm hard flesh was
turning him on incredibly.

As Mark worked down towards Con's waist he wriggled back to squat on Con's
upper thighs positioning his aching cock on the cleavage between the
muscled orbs, Mark's eyes watched as he rubbed up and down, he saw his
bulging bone sliding back and forth and he pictured what was hidden under
that silky material. Mark was getting confused and graphic ideas, things he
had never pictured or thought of, the thought of pushing his prick into
that deep hidden vale of manliness. He shook his head as perspiration oozed
from the pores of his hot blushing face, no way he thought I'm not gay I've
never thought about rooting a guy before and I'm sure Con is as straight as
an arrow. He finished the task and slid off Con to again lie face down
hiding his embarrassment.

Con purred his thanks and lay there his face turned towards Mark watching
the blond Nordic looking spunk as he lay there eyes closed and body
glistening in the warm sun, Con looked at the bubble bum and saw the deep
dimples in the sides of Mark's awesome arse, Con was thinking how superb it
would feel to plunge his long thick pole into that innocent virginal
vent. He imagined Mark's cries of pain and contortions as he plumbed the
hot moist tight depths of Mark's manly core. After some time Mark drowsed
then fell asleep, Con lay there watching the slumbering spunk as he groped
his massive member in anticipation.

Con waited for some time ensuring his mate was dead to the world before he
called softly to him without any reaction, he stretched out his hand and
caressed Mark's arm, again he slept on. Con sat up and moved across
straddling Mark's waist and gently slid his fingers under his mate's waist
to reach and undo the knot of his speedos. Success he released the knot and
he pulled his hands out and took a grip on each side pulling the flimsy
togs down, he tugged hard to release them from under Mark's hips and
succeeded in removing them slipping them down those long muscular limbs
he'd so lovingly caressed as he put on the sun screen. The speedos removed
Con brought them to his face and inhaled Mark's erotic aroma, feeling his
cock throb like a mad thing.

Con repositioned himself on Mark's thighs and studied the finely furred
orbs of muscle and flesh, the fine golden fuzz gleamed in the sunlight, Con
bent down and kissed both buttocks then licked the slit between them. He
gently spread Mark's listless legs apart then picked up the sun screen and
squirted some on his middle finger and placed it between those fuzzy cheeks
pushing it in till it found the pinkish pucker. He dabbled about spreading
the slick lube around the wrinkled portal then a second squirt into the
twitching muscle before pushing in gently and slowly.

Mark wriggled and turned his head making a strange mumbling sound but slept
on, Con was trembling like a coiled spring as he massaged the sunscreen
into his throbbing tool. He positioned himself on toes and one arm while
clutching his rock hard rod in his other hand preparing to lunge hard and
deep omto Mark's unsuspecting arse. As he took a deep breath before doing
the deed shadows darkened the bright sand about them, Con frowned and
turned to abuse whoever was watching but his words froze in his throat when
he saw what caused the shadows.

Back at the clubhouse the paramedics were working on the lad before putting
him on the gurney to take him out to their ambulance, the lad's relatives
were hovering worriedly. The paramedic told them he would be ok but needed
to overnight in hospital after taking in so much seawater. They finally
loaded the lad and strapped him down then wheeled him out and into the
ambulance, the boy's father accompanied the boy while his uncle returned to
the beach where his damaged waterlogged boat lay like a dead sea creature
on the surf's edge, the strong seas had brought it ashore leaving it high
and dry as the tide receded.

The police had arrived and they discussed how he could remove the craft,
the man said that if his mates could organize a rope and drift it ashore,
or the jet ski could take the anchor rope out to them after he'd bailed and
drained out the water maybe they could tow it off the beach and back to
where they'd launched. The police agreed but said the water police boat
would be along soon and maybe they could organize the salvaging. The boat
owner undid the bungs and began draining the water from the craft, a crowd
of spectators joined the man after the hull and buoyancy tanks had drained,
they helped him push and slide the heavy craft around and down the beach
till it rested in the shallows. It looked sad and forlorn its windscreen
torn from the cabin roof and a large hole where once the depth sounder had
sat, the sandy and water logged bunk cushions were brought back from
further up the beach where the current and waves had carried them, along
with some of the gear that had also been carried ashore.

The police craft arrived and as the surf had calmed they approached the
beach then halted and fed a buoy attacked to a towline ashore, the boat
skipper attached it to the boat's bow bollard and signaled to the police as
he climbed aboard the boat. The police craft gunned its powerful engines
and began to ga ahead tightening the rope, nothing happened for a minute
the tow rope twanged and shivered under the load, Jake returning to the
beach joined a group of onlookers as they rushed into the shallows and
began heaving on the stranded boat until it began to move grinding on the
sand. A wave rolled in slapping onto the bow lifting it and the boat
shrugged off the beach moving out to sea behind the larger police boat.

The beach now clear Jake returned to his patrol, the rest of his shift was
quiet except for a girl who cut her foot on some buried broken glass, Jake
helped her up to the clubrooms for treatment and bandaging. As he returned
to the beach he felt a sting in his foot and he lifted his foot up to find
a used syringe hanging from the needle embedded in his flesh. Jake's face
blanched as he realized the possibilities of this accident, was the needle
dirty and infected with either hepatitis or even aids? Jake's heart pounded
in his chest as he began to hyperventilate in fear. He removed the syringe
and hobbled back into the club reporting to Thomas who looked green in the
gills as he saw the needle. He sat Jake down and called to Mike another
senior lifesaver, Mike arrived and listened to what happened and said,
"I'll drive Jake up to Mornington hospital where he can be checked out and
they can take blood tests and such."

Mike helped Jake down to the car and they set off fast up the highway.


			     To be continued.