Date: Fri, 5 Aug 2011 14:02:53 -0700 (PDT) From: Jeff Andrews Subject: Confessions of a Lifeguard: Part 3 We're finally at least to the pool - ha ha! Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy getting your emails! ________________________________________________________________ Confessions of a Lifeguard: Part 3 Meeting the Boys I got to the pool ten minutes before my shift was due to start, and took a quick dip "to cool off" before I had to climb the ladder to my perch overlooking the pool. I kept my shirt on until just before I dived into the water -- when I'd removed the shorts I'd worn over my swim trunks I realized I needed something to cover the huge wet spot my leaky cock had made! The shift was only four hours long, but it was sweet torture the whole time! It seemed that fate had conspired to send every little boy-stud in the North Houston area to my pool that day! Or maybe it was just that my hormones were in such a state of overdrive that every young man at the pool looked like someone I'd like to take into the locker room and ravage! A group of young men in their early teens -- ranging from about twelve to maybe fifteen -- came in together. They looked like they hung out together a lot, their playful banter and rough housing made it clear that they knew one another well. There's a nice apartment complex down the road from the pool and I kind of suspected that these boys lived there, maybe taking advantage of the larger pool and nicer facility we had to offer. Or maybe taking advantage of being out of the watchful eye of their parents! Being a conscientious lifeguard, I kept a close eye on these young boys. Their horseplay never got out of hand -- they seemed like they'd all been raised right -- but it sure pushed the limits a time or two! I was glad I didn't have to step in with the `stern lifeguard' attitude I could sometimes put on when things needed to settle down a bit. But I was even more glad that I had a good excuse to keep my eyes trained on this crew of beautiful adolescent bodies! And I was also glad that I didn't have to get out of my seat to perform any diciplinary functions -- my cock hadn't quite gone full hard but there was a noticeable chubby lining the thin material that covered my shaft. I made a mental note to start wearing my baggy trunks to work! They were playing a lot of grab-ass in the pool, not so much as to be out of line but enough for a lot of skin-on-skin contact. And when one of the boys hopped out of the water to head for the restroom I noticed I wasn't the only one with some chubby meat in my shorts. He was one of the younger ones -- maybe twelve or thirteen years old -- and was clearly of hispanic descent. Pool water dripped in beads down his moist brown skin and matted his thick black hair. I've always been a sucker for big brown eyes and this kid had a pair to die for! He was wearing a pair of tight red swim trunks that clung to his wet form, and I could see that this kid was either hung like a fucking horse or he had the beginnings of a damn decent woody! I knew it was a bad idea that would come to no good end, but I decided on the spur of the moment to take a little bathroom break myself. I signaled the other lifeguard that I was `taking five' and hopped down from my perch, turning quickly away from the pool to hide the bulge in my shorts. I entered the restroom about thirty seconds after the young boy and spotted him at the urinal. I don't know why young boys feel the need to pull their trunks so far down when they pee, but I was sure glad this one did! About half of his smooth brown ass was exposed to my perving eyes as I walked toward the row of urinals and took a position a respectable number of spaces away from him. I was surprised to realize that I really did need to piss, and I let go with a healthy stream as I looked down and over discretely with my wandering eyes. His trunks were pulled completely off his groin and he was thrusting his hips forward as he emptied his bladder into the stark white porcelain trough. A thick shaft hung down from his slim fingers, exposing a couple of inches of not-quite-soft meat below his grip. My mouth watered as I wondered to myself whether this kid was a `shower or a grower'. He was sure as fuck a `shower' -- the only question that really remained was a whether he was also a `grower'! My dick started to fill out as I fixed my gaze on his young teen meat. I turned slightly away to hide my growing erection but I kept my eyes turned disjointedly toward the beautiful display of adolescent cock just a few feet away. Seeing all of him, I revised my estimate of his age down to eleven or twelve. Only sparse hair sprouted from his crotch, despite the larger than average size of his post-pubescent shaft. His balls were fully exposed and they had dropped but didn't yet have the first sign of any hair. I guessed that this kid was only a few months into "manhood". He noticed that I was glancing in his direction and met my gaze with a friendly smile. "Nice pool" he said with a polite grin and a very slight hispanic accent "Looks like you guys are having a good time" I replied, wanting to keep the converstaion going for another minute. "You guys live close?" "Yeah, we all live at the Willow Tree apartments" he answered, confirming my earlier guess. "But this pool's a lot bigger, and our parents like it that there's lifeguards here, so when we get out together a lot of times we come over here" He still hadn't pulled his shorts back up as we spoke, though I could see that he'd finished pissing. I hadn't put mine away either, and it was a little tough to hide that it was getting hard pretty fast. His smile was beautiful, sparkling white teeth shining against his pretty brown face. But after a moment of silence, me trying not to openly perv his delicious little cock and him not showing any signs of putting it away, things got a little awkward and I stuffed my erect penis back into my shorts. "You guys are welcome here any time" I finished "It was good talking to you". I headed over to the locker room to retrieve my shirt. It was no longer possible to go back to the pool without it! The rest of the shift passed without much drama. I had to warn a couple of the older boys who wandered in later to stop jumping into the shallow end, and one little girl had to be helped out of the deep end -- but all in all it was pretty uneventful. The group of young men from the nearby apartments stayed for a couple of hours and then, one by one, started heading back home. By the end of the shift only two remained -- the little stud I'd seen earlier and a slightly older blond headed boy. They kept up their grab-ass until I blew my whistle to signal the pool's closing. The pool was open from 9AM to 9PM, three shifts of lifeguards working four hours each. Mine was the last, and my partner and I had closing duty. As the senior guard on duty I held the keys to the gate and it was my job to make sure everyone had left before I turned out the lights and locked the big iron gates that surrounded the complex. Trevor, my partner, was a sexy young stud of eighteen years. He always attracted a lot of attention from the girls that hung around the pool -- he had the broad shoulders and perfect abs of an expert swimmer and he sure as hell filled out his swim trunks well! This particular night he'd caught the eye of a pretty little girl maybe a year or two younger than him, and I could tell he wanted to continue the conversation they were having. He reluctantly joined me as I began to pick up around the pool, getting the place ready for opening in the morning. "Hey Jeff" he whispered in an almost conspiratorial tone "Would it be OK if I get out of here a little early?" I smiled, noticing that the girl he'd been chatting up was still hanging out near the gate. "Sure, champ" I grinned with a wink "But you've got ALL the closing shit tomorrow!" "Deal!" he enthused and literally sprinted to the gate I wandered back toward the locker room, not seeing anyone else in the area. I stuck my head inside the girl's side and called out, getting no reply. So I headed toward the boy's end to get my gear before turning out all the lights and locking up. The locker room was built in an T shape, with the lockers and changing area off to the left and the restroom off to the right. It was built that way to give some privacy against the large door that led out to the pool area. But if I'd designed a place that would allow some messing around, it would have looked just like this! The heavy metal door at the entry from the pool was loud enough to give plenty of notice to anyone in either private area. As the door clanged shut I heard a shuffling noise off to the right, and the sound of a latch opening on the bathroom stall. Rounding the corner into the room to see who was still in the building I spotted the tall blond kid moving away from the stall door, his sleek young body dry but his hair tussled like he'd just gotten out of bed. But the most noticeable thing about him was the definite bulge in his tight swim trunks! He brushed past me, hurrying toward the door to the outside, and I suspected I'd walked in on him pulling off a quick jack of his young meat before heading home to the parents. But as I heard the door slam behind him I spotted a smooth brown face peeking around the door to the stall. It was the little hispanic stud from earlier, and he looked like he wanted to crawl under the toilet and hide! I almost broke out laughing at the mortified expression on the poor child's face -- it was clear I'd walked in on way more than just a jack-off session! I gave the kid my best `cool adult' smile and motioned for him to come on out. He emerged slowly from the stall, bending forward in a vain attempt at hiding the hard pole trapped inside his tight trunks. It was deflating rapidly, but there was still a sizeable piece of young teen wood visible beneath the thin cloth! "Sorry, buddy" I smiled softly, trying to let him know that I wasn't angry. "I would've waited if I'd known." He gave an embarrassed grin, understanding that I knew exactly what he and his buddy had been up to. His smooth brown face blushed bright pink as he shuffled shyly toward the locker room, trying hard to make himself invisble. "Thanks" he muttered under his breath. I wanted so bad to grab this kid and rip his trunks off that I almost blew a gasket! But my better angels kept me away, knowing that he'd probably been traumatized enough for one day! I wanted to play with his cock, not send him into therapy! Besides, I already had plenty of jack-off material for the night. And I headed home to lock myself in my room for a couple of hours! ____________________________________________________________________ Thanks for reading, guys! More to come? If you jacked off reading the story I want to hear all about it!