Date: Wed, 15 Mar 2017 22:27:44 +0000 From: SF Subject: Lifeguard Tower Part 2 Lifeguard Tower Part 2 As we walked together across the beach, back toward the boardwalk, back toward reality, my big head started panicking. "What the hell are you doing!" it screamed. "You can't go home with this guy! Too risky! What if someone sees you? What if he's a murderer? What if he blackmails you? What if he has diseases?" By the time we reached the boardwalk (and reality) I had pulled away from him. I made up an excuse for why I couldn't go home with him. Being the incredible man that he was, he didn't pressure me. He gave me his number and said he'd love to hear from me, then walked away down the boardwalk, looking back once, smiling. Once he was out of sight, by big head betrayed me and convinced me to throw away his number! "It will be better this way," it said. "No chance for trouble." I walked back to my apartment – a small two-bedroom cottage – second-, triple-, and quadruple- guessing everything that had happened. My girlfriend was there when I got back, already in bed. Reliving everything that had just happened – from the first glance, the second look, the first tentative touch (he told me later he doesn't smoke!), holding hands, him leading me to the lifeguard tower, the first kiss, feeling him, smelling him, tasting him! – I jacked off in the bathroom and went to bed (in the guestroom). Usually after I cum, I can clear my mind of my "urges." This was not "usually"! I couldn't get him out of my mind! I wanted him! I could see him on top of me on the lifeguard tower, smiling, pulling my pants down. Turning me over on the ramp and telling me to get on my hands and knees. Feeling him press his rock hard cock against my very eager ass. Pushing back onto him...! The next day was Saturday and my girlfriend was out with her mom by the time I woke up. A night's sleep had not cured me of my "urges" for Alex (not his, or my, real name). My small head now in charge, I went on-line to see if I could find him. He had mentioned that he had found guys in the past on line. (He also had told me that he used to fuck girls.) This was in the day of Match. I entered "men seeking men" and started scrolling through the hits. I would be lying if I said I didn't stop and fantasize about some of the men I saw. If I didn't find Alex, there were plenty of other possibilities! But I wanted him! Part of what made him so appealing to me was that we just happened upon each. We connected in the moment. If I were to meet one of the guys on line, there would be no intrigue whether he might be into guys. There he was! Alex's profile! Not nearly as "perfect" as he was in real life (staring into my eyes, smiling, leaning over and kissing me) but it was definitely him! But there was a problem: he had not been on Match for over four months! I typed out a message anyway, hoping that he'd respond. "I'm the guy from the Lifeguard Tower the other night. The straight guy you seduced. No, the blonde. Leather jacket? Ha! So I lost your number. I know. I'd make up a lame excuse but... Anyway, hope you remember me (you do remember me, right?) Hope to hear from you. Bo." Then I waited. And waited. Evening came and I went out to retrace my walk from the night before. Of course I didn't see him. (Or any other guys I was interested in.) When I got back home I checked Match. Nothing. And he had not been on-line. Crushed, I went to bed again thinking of him – how he had pulled out his hard cock and let me get my first brief taste of a man, lapping at his oozing slit, swirling my tongue over his swollen head, licking down his long shaft... FUCK!!!!! I wanted him! Sunday morning. My girlfriend had decided to stay with her mom, so I had the house to myself. I put on a pair of my girlfriend's silky pink panties and went on-line. HE RESPONDED!!! There was a message from Alex!!! My panties getting wet, I read it. "I'm sorry. I think you have the wrong guy." Before I could burst into tears, I saw the second message. "Hi!!! Sorry about that first message. Maybe you deserve it after LOSING MY NUMBER??!!! Yes, I vaguely remember you. :) Glad I checked my Match account. Any chance you're free today (Sunday)?" Trembling, I responded to the email address he left: "Bastard! (I mean that in the best possible way!) YES!!! I am free today. Want to buy me a drink?" He emailed back immediately and we agreed to meet that afternoon at a bar he knew near his place. Four hours until I was going to meet him. OMG! OMG! OMG! (Yes, I went into total school girl mode.) What was I going to wear? Would panties turn him on? Or off? I decided on boxer-briefs, the jeans I had been wearing when we met, a snug t-shirt, and my leather jacket. (He liked it the first time, right?) I went for a long run, then came home and took a long hot shower, making sure to get clean for "my man"! (I already was thinking in those terms.) The bar was about a 35-minute walk from my place. I was so nervous there was no way I was going to drive. The name of the bar was Roosterfish. Some of you may have heard of it. I found out later it was a gay bar, but a very low-key one; not really a "scene" kind of place, at least not on a Sunday afternoon. It was a little dark inside and my eyes took a moment to adjust. I looked around and didn't see him. Momentary panic! I had been fashionably late and he wasn't here! I went to the bar and asked the bartender if he had seen an incredibly handsome eastern European man who looked like he was waiting to continue his seduction of a straight white guy. Yeah, right! What I actually said was what kind of beer do you have? As the bartender was going through the list, Alex walked up next to me. "Sorry I'm late," he said, smiling. "Let's grab a table." Then he turned to the bartender, "Dave, I'll have a sparkling water, and my friend will have a white wine." Even in the dim bar I was able to get a better look at him than I had when we met at the beach. He was wearing jeans and a black t-shirt. His hair was close-shaved and he had what looked like a two-day beard going. (He actually had shaved only the day before!) He smiled easily, warmly, and often, putting me immediately at ease. (Think I was nervous?) His eyes, which were brown, seemed to lock onto mine; I loved looking at him. He was perfect! I had never seen a man to whom I was so attracted! I followed him to a small table toward the back. He pulled out a chair for me (a gentleman!), then sat in the chair next to it, moving a little closer to mine. Our drinks came quickly and Alex proposed a toast, looking directly into my soul: "To us! May we never lose an important phone number again!" We took a sip of our drinks, never taking our eyes off each other. I put my glass down and he took my hand, our fingers playing, stroking, caressing... He felt amazing! I should have been nervous holding his hand in public (even a dim bar) but I wasn't! It felt right, natural. He took my hand and put it on his thigh. As he told me of his former wife, my hand caressed his thigh, moving up and in. Looking quickly around the bar, I leaned into Alex and kissed him on the cheek. "I can't believe I just did that!" "Me neither," Alex replied, leaning over and kissing me lightly on the lips, his hand putting mine on his clearly hard cock. "Is it getting hot in here?" I joked. "Yes," Alex said, not missing a beat, "ever since you came in!"