Date: Wed, 9 Aug 2017 22:09:43 -0400
From: Fmhar1969@aol.com
Subject: Chapter 31, The Fireman's Son

Archive: "Fireman's Son, Chapter 31" {Rob} (MB oral anal)

This is the continuation of the story covering the weekend and a few days
at the beginning of the school year that changes the relationship between
Steve and Jim.

I hope you enjoyed Chapter 30 and hope you'll like this one. I think
there's one more before school starts. Rob at fmhar1969@aol.com.

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The Fireman's Son

Chapter 31 – Jim Back from Baseball Camp-Later Sunday at the Pool

	It was a little after two o'clock when Steve and Jim got out of the
bed and quickly dressed. Steve put his Speedos on with his shorts over them
since he was going to the pool. He left his Jockeys in Jim's dirty clothes
basket. The two boys went downstairs and were watching a game on the TV
when they heard Jim's parents coming in the driveway. They met Mr. and
Mrs. Evans coming in the front door.
	"Mom, Dad, thanks for letting me sleep in. I really needed
it. Steve came over after I woke and we got all caught up
	"Hello, Steve," Mrs. Evans said. "I told your mom Jim would be
home, and we both thought it would be a good time for you two to get back
up to speed."
	"Yes ma'm. Thanks. Jim's told me all about what a great time he had
at camp and yesterday at the lake, and I told him what all I've been doing
while he was gone. I'm heading over to the pool to have a last swim before
school starts. Jim says he's going to stay here and visit with you."
	"You don't have to do that, Son," his father said. "Go on with
Steve, we can catch up this evening."
	"No, Dad.  I want to spend the rest of the day with you and
Mom. Steve and I will see one another tomorrow at school."

	Steve got on his bike and made his way through the park. He saw a
few friends there, but it was mostly families and little kids. He waved at
Greg and Roger, but could see they were really busy. Arriving at the
swimming pool, he put his bicycle in the stand and locked it. As he went in
he said, "Hi, Sam," to the older man who sat at the gate, "lots of people
here today."
	"Yeah, last day for the season."
	Steve looked around and saw a bunch of kids he knew. Jake Swenson
was over on the other side with a bunch of boys and girls. Steve recognized
Stephen Jackson, the captain of the baseball team and a couple of others he
recognized as baseball players. Daniel and Julio and a couple of the
basketball players who had fucked him yesterday afternoon were in a group
down by the stand where they sold ice cream and cold drinks. He waved at a
couple of the life guards, college guys he had gotten to know over the
summer. He found an empty spot to dump his shirt and shorts and jumped into
the water. For the next hour or so he swam and horsed around with friends
his age.
	Needing to piss, he got out of the pool and went into the men's
restroom. It was pretty big with two rows of open urinals along the front
sides and stalls along the sides in the back. There was a young dad and his
son standing at two on the left, talking as they pissed. Steve heard a few
words, the kid saying `big...when...older...hair...'. And the dad reply,
`soon...not long...Son'. Steve smiled to himself as he went over to one on
the right wall and loosened the strings of his Speedos so he could pull it
down in the front, letting him take hold of his dick and aim his flow of
piss down into the bowl of the fixture. As he lowered his trunks, he felt
them slide down his ass a little. He heard the urinals behind him flush and
the man and boy leaving. A minute later he heard two voices:
      "Yeah, there he is."
      "Nice ass."
      "You oughtta feel it `round your cock."
      Then the two guys were standing on either side of him. Steve looked
up to see Jake Swenson on his right and, on his left, Stephen Jackson. He
watched as the two older studs pushed down their suits and hauled out their
big cocks, letting go with streams of yellow piss.
      "Told you, didn't I, Jackson," Jake said. "Thirsty, Steve?"
      "Looks thirsty to me," the other guy said as he stopped his flow.
      Jake, also stopping the flow of his piss, "Wanna go in the back stall
and finish us off?"
      Steve, who had finished emptying his bladder, just looked back and
forth from one thick piece of meat cradled in a big hand to the
other. Taking his silence for consent, the two baseball jocks pulled their
Speedos up over their hardening cocks and propelled the younger boy toward
the back of the room. Steve had to hold his own suit up, not having had a
chance to retie the strings.
      The four stalls at the rear were handicapped stalls. Not only were
they bigger, but the partitions went almost to the floor, giving their
users greater privacy.
	The two studs hustled Steve in, Jake closing and latching the door
behind them. In the confusion, Steve lost his grip on his Speedo, and it
fell to the floor.
	"Nice!" Jackson exclaimed as he reached down and gave Steve's ass a
hard squeeze. "He really take it up the ass?"
	"Yeah, Steve loves a big, thick, hard cock reaming out his hole,
don't you, cunt? But first things first! We need to finish pissing! On the
floor, fag!" Steve dropped to his knees. "Open wide! Take `em both!" Jake
demanded as the two ball players placed the big heads of their cocks
resting on the soft tongue in the open mouth.
	With a sigh the two jocks relaxed their bladders and let the
remainder of their piss flow in and down Steve's throat. He had to swallow
fast to keep the golden streams from overflowing and running down his chin,
but managed to take it all.
	While they were pissing, Jackson said, "He's a friend of Jim Evans,
isn't he?"
	"Yeah, they've been friends since grade school."
	"Jim's not gay, is he?"
	"Nah, he just likes to get his cock sucked."
	"How'd you find out about him? Jim tell you?"
	"Nah, it's a long story. I'll tell you later."
	Their bladders emptied and their cocks hardening, the two pushed
more of them into Steve's mouth. The younger boy did his best to close his
lips around the thick stalks, licking around the big knobs and sucking as
best he could, enjoying the taste of the sweet nectar that was beginning to
ooze out of the big slits.
	"Fuck! This ain't working," Jake said as he pulled his hardon
out. "You take the mouth, buddy. I'll check out the back door," he said
walking around behind Steve. "Up! Raise that ass up, cocksucker!" he
commanded.
	Steve grabbed the hairy muscled thighs of the baseball team captain
for support as he raised up to offer his ass, at the same time tightening
the hold of his lips and taking more of the hot stud's cock into his
sucking mouth.
	"You done this before?"
	"Fuck yeah! I been tapping this ass ever since I learned about it
three weeks before camp," he said as he pressed against Steve's little
brown hole. Thankfully, what with spit and precum, it was slick enough to
go right in and the rough fucker slid his thick rammer all the way to the
short hairs. "Oh yeah! Tight hole! I've missed this tight pussy during
camp!" he growled as he began fucking in and out with long strokes. "I'm
not gonna last long, buddy. Get your nut down his throat so you can try out
this Grade-A prime a-hole."
	Steve's cock was hard as a rock as the two rough studs pounded him
at both ends.
	"Fuck! Fuck! I'm there! You, buddy?"
	"I'm shootin' my load right now. Fuck! This is good pussy!"

	BAM! BAM! "This is the head lifeguard! What the hell's going on in
there! Open up! Now!"
	"Shit! What the fuck're we gonna do?" Jackson asked in a half
whisper.
	"No choice! Pull out! Cover up! Get covered, fag! Okay! Okay! I'm
opening it!" Jake said as he turned to the door and, glancing at the other
two to make sure all suits were on, unlatched it.
	The stall door was pushed open with a bang. Standing outside was
Ray, the head lifeguard. He was a twenty-five-year-old graduate
student. Standing 6 feet 4 inches he was the picture of a dominant muscle
stud who carried his authority with ease. He had the powerful upper body of
a champion swimmer, broad muscular shoulders supported by a massive chest
and upper arms with biceps like small melons. His dark hair was cut short
and across his chest and down his hard rippling abdomen was a dark forest
of curly hair that disappeared in the waist of his snug-fitting red trunks
and reappeared to cover his thick muscled thighs and calves. His swimming
trunks hung from his narrow hips and left little to the imagination
regarding his massive endowment, a bulge that for the three summers he had
worked as a life guard had driven the girls and interested women crazy and
even intrigued some of the high school jocks who frequented the pool.
	The other guards, all high school and college swimmer jocks and
all, like him, out-of-towners, had razzed him unmercifully all summer over
the brazen teenaged girls who would come up to his stand and press their
pussies against its slanted supporting leg, rubbing slightly up and down
like bitches in heat, or fighting for the lounges around his stand where
they would lie all oiled and hot with their thighs open, their little
bikinis hiding almost nothing from the gaze of the life guard sitting above
them. Some would brazenly reach down and run their fingers around the edges
of the tiny strip of fabric that ran down into their asscracks, or run
their fingers under the tops to tease their nipples into puffy nubs. And
when they turned over to tan their backs, they would raise there asses up
slightly and reach around to "adjust" the strap. Some of the younger guards
had occasionally "fallen from grace" and hooked up with a few of the the
more forward. Mostly though, they stayed "hands off," not only because of
the age question, but because their employment contract strictly forbade
any fraternization with the swimmers they were hired to watch over, and
they knew Ray, their dominant boss, would only turn a blind eye to their
sexcapades a limited number of times. Ray, himself, had gotten it on with a
few of the cougars who had made their interests in him known in various
ways, but never with the high schoolers.
	"What the hell are you fuckers up to locked in here with a younger
boy!" the angry man demanded.
	"Hell, Ray. You know us. Jackson and I were just teasing Steve
here. No harm done, ain't that right, Steve?"
	Steve was a little embarrassed, being almost caught with the two
studs' cocks down his throat and up his ass, and especially standing before
the muscled, hairy hunk he had been lusting after all summer, but afraid to
try to flirt with even a little with his dick still half-hard. His head
hanging down slightly, he said, "Yeah, they were just teasing me. My best
friend just made the baseball team and they were teasing me because I don't
play."
	"Yeah, well you two jerkoffs get out of here. Steve, stay!"
	Jake and Jackson got out as fast as possible.
	"Okay, Steve, let's take this to my office," the lifeguard said,
leading the boy into the restroom vestibule. "Through here," he said
indicating a door Steve had never noticed. Going through, they were in a
small office with a table and a couple of chairs. There was a computer on
the table and charts and lists on a bulletin board on the wall. Through an
open door Steve could see several lockers, a bench and a small slice of
what looked like a shower room. "Sit!" Ray said as he walked over and
closed the door.
	Steve sat down in the chair beside the table, and Ray came and
leaned on it. Crossing his arms over his massive chest, he stared down at
the seated boy and said, "Okay now, what was really going on in there,
Steve? Don't give me that shit about those two just teasing you. I heard
enough to have a pretty good idea, but I want to hear it from you. No crap!
The truth! Were they bullying or abusing you?" Ray demanded.
	Steve wasn't looking at Ray, not his face anyway, as he was
questioning him. He couldn't keep his eyes off the body of the powerful,
muscular man leaning against the table. He couldn't stop his eyes from
coming back to stare at the huge bulge in his red trunks. He didn't know
what to say. Words wouldn't come.
	"Well! What were they doing? Were they sexually abusing you?" the
big stud demanded. "You're what, a sophomore? I know those two. They're
gonna be seniors this year. Were they using you for sex? Were they forcing
themselves on you?" he continued to demand. "Answer me!"
	Steve was still afraid to answer. He couldn't think what to
say. His eyes were locked on the bulging crotch just in front of him.
	Noticing the boy's intent stare and realizing where it was
directed, the big man thought, `Shit! The kid's a fuckin' faggot! Who'd've
guessed. Hot little stud like him! Those guys weren't doing anything he
didn't want them to do.' Ray knew about faggots. He'd been a dominant jock
beginning in junior high, getting his rocks off using girls and other,
subservient, willing, boys. In college, he was a member of the alpha-jock
fraternity. They were used gay boys when their regular girls weren't
putting out or not putting out enough to satisfy their in-overdrive
libidos. He'd continued his association with the chapter at the university
where he was pursuing his graduate work. `What the fuck! It's the last day
and I probably won't be back next year,' he thought. He let his hand fall
onto his crotch mound and stroked the growing thickness that had pushed out
of the mesh lining that was meant to hold it in bounds and was making its
way down the wide leg of the trunks.
	"What were you doing?" he asked harshly. "Were you giving yourself
to those two senior jocks?"
	Steve tore his eyes away from the monster that was beginning to
show itself at the right leg opening and looked at Ray's
face. "I...I...Yes, sir...They started it...but...but, I wanted to do it."
	"And what were you doing?" Ray demanded.
	"I was sucking Stephen Jackson's cock. He was fucking my mouth,
sir."
	"And the other one, Jake Swenson. What was he doing?"
	"He was fucking me in the ass, sir."
	"He was, was he? Do you like to suck cock and get fucked up the ass
by big boys?" Ray asked as he pushed his trunks down far enough to reveal
two or three inches of the base of his now completely hard cock, at the
same time pulling up the leg, baring the big head that was leaking gobs of
precum onto his hairy thigh. "Do you like being used by older boys and
men?"
	"Yes...Yes, sir."
	"Then get over here and get on this, fag!" the big, muscular
lifeguard said as he pushed his trunks down to his knees, allowing his
huge, hairy sack of balls to flop out and his hardon to snap up against his
hairy belly. In a flash Steve had his hand on the base of the thick shaft
and his lips wrapped tightly around the top just below the prominent
corolla that encircled the base of the mushroom-shaped glans. "Yeah, suck
on that knob. Lick it! Lap that faggy tongue all around it and suck out all
that cock-honey! That's the way! You're a real knob polisher, ain't ya! You
really know how to take care of a man's cock! Now, go down! Go all the way
down. I want to feel those cocksucking lips tight around the base! I want
your nose buried in my cock hair!
	Steve followed the big stud's orders like the hungry cocksucker he
was. Sliding slowly down the big pole until he felt the head pushing into
the entrance of his throat, he relaxed the muscles and let it in, down,
down deep into his gullet. "Good boy! Good faggot! Yeah swallow that man's
cock! That's it! Work that throat around my big cock! Make me feel good!
Somebody really trained you good! I'll bet those two jocks are just the
latest of a long line of studs that've had their cocks down this
pussy-throat. I'm pulling out now. Keep those lips tight around that
shaft. Don't let the head get out. That's right! Make love to that knob,
slut! Lick it! Suck on it! Yeah! Yeah! That's good!"
	"Now back in! Yeah, take it all the way down again! Swallow! Yeah!
Work that throat! Work it! Oh! Good! That's a good pussy! Now out! Now in!
Yeah feel that big cock fucking your pussy throat! I'm about to cum! Work
those lips down to the base! Work that throat around that big knob! Feel it
getting' bigger! Swellin' up! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I'm cumming! Swallow it
down, cocksucker! Swallow that man's load! Take it all down into your
belly! Yeah! Good! Good!" the big man exclaimed as he held the boy's head
down into his crotch.
	Steve could feel the cum shooting out of the cock-slit of the
plum-sized cockhead buried in his throat. With great effort, he managed to
pulled his head back just enough to get the knob up into his mouth so he
could taste the stud's hot salty-nutty jizz as it continued to pump out to
be swallowed in great gulps by the submissive boy.
	"Ah fuck! I needed that!" the big stud said as he slowly pulled his
softening cock out of the boy's mouth. It flopped down to drape over the
pulled-up balls that slowly began to drop down into the relaxing
scrotum. Steve, not wanting to give up the rich prize, leaned in and lapped
up the last few drops of stud cum and then began lapping on the now hanging
sack encasing the heavy balls.
	"You keep that up and you're gonna get me hard again, and if I get
hard again, I'm gonna fuck that cute little ass of yours." This
threat-promise only drove Steve to further licking and sucking. Ray pushed
him back with a laugh. "Get naked. I'll be back in a minute," he said as he
pulled his trunks up and went out through the door into the lifeguards'
locker room.
	Steve got up and dropped his Speedo to the floor. His cock was hard
as a nail, had been the entire time he was servicing the big stud. He
picked his suit up and put it on the table and waited.
	In a few minutes the door opened and Ray stuck his head in. Looking
the young stud over, he said, "Nice cock. Now get in here," he said,
opening the door. Steve walked into the locker room and immediately saw
another guy in red lifeguard trunks standing by the door to the pool.
	"Pete, you know Steve."
	"Sure. He's here all the time. How come he's naked?"
	"Well, it's this way. I caught Steve in one of the stalls with
those two baseball jocks, Jackson and Swenson. Turns out this little stud
is a fuckin' queerboy. He was sucking and getting fucked by those two, a
regular little whore. And he just finished giving me one of the greatest
blowjobs I've ever had. He is one talented fag, and I figured it would be a
shame not to share him with you guys. This being the last day and all, I
figured we could relax and have a little fun. Have to keep it quiet, but I
figured you guys could take your breaks one or two at a time and get your
cocks sucked, maybe get a piece of ass. I'm gonna fuck his ass right now
and you can have his mouth."
	"Fuckin' A," the young man said as he began to loosen the strings
of his suit and push it to the floor. As he stepped out and began to walk
toward them, Steve had a chance to take him all in. Of course, he had seen
and enjoyed staring at Pete's body all summer, just as he had all the hot
young lifeguards, and he had noticed how well-hung he obviously was, but he
hadn't really imagined the size of the cock and balls that were now
revealed to him! His scrotum wasn't a dangler. It held a pair of big balls
tight up under his cock, pushing it proudly out even though it was just
beginning to fill with blood and harden up. It was thick and a good five
inches and lengthening rapidly.
	The stud lifeguard who was walking toward him was the youngest of
the group, a senior in the high school in Newton, a town about twenty miles
away. He rode over from his home on a big Harley every day he was on
duty. He was tall, a good six feet. He had a typical swimmer's body, broad
muscular shoulders and upper arms with two flat, hard plates of pectoral
muscle across his chest centered with small round nipples. His torso
tapered down to a small waist and narrow hips with a washboard of hard
muscles running in the middle that below the navel flattened into the
muscle that supported the massive appendage that was now standing straight
out from the nest of blonde hairs that surrounded it. The same blonde hair
ran up his flat stomach to spread out lightly across his broad chest.
	Steve had only a moment to take all this in before Ray barked, "On
your back on the bench! Head at the end so Pete can get to your mouth, legs
up in the air and spread wide for me to get in that sweet pussy! Won't need
any lube thanks to your buddy Jake!" The boy obeyed the man with alacrity,
knowing from experience how to make himself available to be used.
	"Fuck! He's a cute little stud! Well trained, too! Wish I had him
at my school!" Pete said with a grin as he aimed his now seven-inch pole of
hard meat at the boy's open mouth.
	"Yeah, don't know how long he's been like this, but somebody sure
trained him good and it's plain he's had lots of practice," the older
lifeguard said as he slowly pushed his monster into Steve's guts. "Oh yeah!
Tight and hot and slick with Jake's load. I'll have to thank him if he's
still here when I'm finished. Nothin' better'n a tight pussy full of
another stud's cum. Whoever says sloppy seconds ain't good is crazy!"
	Steve, splayed out on the bench, his head hanging over the end, his
legs up and spread resting on Ray's shoulders and upper arms could only
moan. His mouth and throat were being fucked furiously by the randy high
school senior and his asshole was being ravaged by the strong, rough grad
student. He was loving it!
	"Fuck! I'm about to cum! Suck it, cocksucker! Take that big dick!
OH! Fuck! Fuck! So tight! So good!" the high school jock yelled out. "Shit!
Take my load! Take it! Take it, fag!" he yelled.
	"Hey! Take it down a notch! You want the whole pool knowing what's
going on in here!" the teenager's boss growled. "If you're done, pull out
and go get Phil. He can come in and take his turn. It'll take me a little
longer, this being my second time."
	Pete pulled his softening cock out of Steve's mouth. The hungry boy
kept sucking and licking as it exited. "That was good. Anytime you want to
come over for more just call me, stud," the smiling boy said. "We can
exchange numbers before I leave today. Now send in the next one!"
	Pete got his cock and balls arranged in the red trunks and went out
the door to the pool area.
	Ray, who had paused with his long, thick tool buried deep in
Steve's guts while he was barking at Pete and giving him instructions,
pulled out with only the big mushroom-shaped glans held inside the boy's
sphincter by the thickness of the corolla.
       As he stared down at the supine boy spread out before him like some
victim offered in the rites of Aphrodite or her son Priapus, he grinned and
said, "You love this, don't you, cunt? You're one of those gay-boys that
can't get enough of being used by big strong men. You're happiest when
there's a big man on top of you, his big man-cock fucking your pussy. Mouth
or ass or both, you don't care as long as you've got cock in you. You love
to drink men's cum, swallow their spit. You probably even want to have them
piss in you, your mouth full of a stud's yellow piss, swallowing it down
into your belly.
       I've known boys like you! I've had boys like you ever since I could
get a hardon. My little brother was like you. I fucked him first, fucked
him every morning before school. Then I learned that there were other boys
like him at school, and other boys like me who got off on using the
sniveling little cocksuckers. There's a whole world of men, alpha jock
studs, and boys begging to be used by them. In my frat house we had them,
cocksuckers who lived to serve us. We let them go to class, didn't want
them flunking out, but the rest of their time was for serving the brothers!
       I should have recognized you! But you hide it well. You're a butch
acting little stud. I could have been using you all summer, all last
summer!"
       The whole time Ray had been ranting at Steve, he had been edging
himself, fucking his big cockhead and the first inch of his thick shaft in
and out of the boy's still tight hole. Each time as he entered, the puffy
lips disappeared, pushed in by the thickness. When he pulled out, they
reappeared and a tiny bit of the pink inner lining followed them.
       "Raise your head! Open your mouth!" the stud over him
demanded. Steve complied immediately, knowing what was coming. As the big
man increased the depth and forcefulness of his fucking, he hawked up a big
wad of spit and slowly drooled it from his lips. It fell into Steve's open
mouth. As the fucking grew more forceful, the big cock being buried all the
way to the base inside the boy's bowels with each hard thrust, his fucker
continued to fill his mouth with his alpha spit, a further mark of his
bottom-boy's subjugation.
       "Holy' shit! That's fuckin' nasty, Dude!"
       Ray glanced over and saw Paul and Phil standing by the closed
door. The two younger lifeguards were stroking their hard cocks, their
trunks around their ankles on the floor.
	Phil was older than Paul, who was starting his freshman year at
State College. Phil was a junior at State College where he, like all the
guards, was a swimmer. He had the same swimmer's body shape as Paul and
Ray: broad muscular upper body tapering down to small waist and narrow hips
all supported by big muscled thighs and calves. He had curly black hair cut
short and his chest was covered with dark hair that narrowed to run in a
trail down the middle valley of his muscular abdomen, circling around his
prominent navel and spreading out across his groin to become the curly
thicket that surrounded his big cock and hairy balls. During competition
season, he kept his body hair shaved except for his bush that he trimmed so
it didn't stick out from the edges of his swimming briefs. Phil inherited
his hairy body and big uncut cock from his Italian father. His grandmother
had been Mexican, but the only trace of his Latino blood was the color of
his cock and the dangling scrotum hanging below that were darker than the
rest of his body and the head that looked like a small purple plum.
	As he continued to pump in and out of Steve's still-tight hole, the
big head lifeguard said, "Come on over, guys. Phil, we all know Steve from
his having been around the pool all summer. What we didn't know, until I
caught him in one of the stalls giving a blowjob to Jackson and getting
fucked by Swenson, is that he's slut whore. He's already demonstrated his
talents to Pete and me; it's your turn now to try him out. I hope you're
horny, `cause this fag really knows how to treat a mans dick!
	"Pete's already used his mouth and filled his belly with his first
load, Phil, get in there and see what a great cocksucker he is. I'm almost
finished with this ass," he grunted as his thrusts grew even more forceful,
going even deeper into Steve's guts. "Paul, it's all yours as soon as I
pull out...which is gonna...be...in...just...a...minute!" he grunted as he
repeatedly short-fucked into Steve's pussy. "Shit! Shit! That's good! Feel
that, whore? I'm filling you with my baby-makers! Good thing you're not a
real girl, you'd be pushing out triplets in nine months if you were!"
	Steve couldn't make any answer. His mouth and throat were already
full of Phil's thick dark cock!
	After resting a moment as his softening cock soaked in the heat of
his own cum mixed with that of Jake's Ray pulled out of Steve's clinging
hole and stepped aside. "It's all yours, Paul, use it well. He likes it
hard and rough. I'm gonna take a quick shower," the sweaty stud said as he
walked away.
	Steve had lowered his legs when Ray withdrew and was lying on the
bench with his feet on the floor on either side as he was sucking Phil's
college-boy cock. Paul stood looking down at the young stud, whose very
respectable cock was standing up out of his crotch bush. He'd had plenty of
blowjobs from boys and girls, but he'd never fucked a guy. He wasn't
entirely sure how to get started. He reached down and felt Steve's
hardon. "He's got a pretty impressive cock," he said to his buddy.
	"Yeah, he's got nothin' to be ashamed of in the cock department,"
Phil said, slowing down and just letting his cock rest in Steve's sucking
mouth as he watched Paul rubbing his hand up and down the leaking
prick. "Feel his balls, looks like he's got a nice set. Too bad!"
	"Why too bad?" Paul asked as he reached down and squeezed Steve's
ball-bag. "These are something to be proud of. Big balls!"
	"Too bad `cause he's not likely to ever use `em. If I'm not
mistaken this kid's a real bottom-boy. Unless somethin' turns him into a
top or he at least becomes versatile, he won't be needin' that nice
equipment."
	About this time Ray came naked out of the shower room. "Less talk,
more action! They don't know it yet, but Joe, Sam and Sean still have
turns," he said as he pulled on a dry pair of trunks and walked out the
door.
	Intrigued by his colleague's knowledge of things gay, Paul said,
"You sure seem to know a lot about queers."
       "Yeah, well you'll learn. Most queerboys are a little hesitant to
come out in high school. You keep swimmin' in college and you'll have
plenty of chances to learn all about `em. They love swimmers. They come to
our practices and sit in the bleachers drooling over our bods and the
bulges in our suits. They'll hang around the entrances to the locker
rooms. Some of them will come in and pretend to be pissing while they watch
us in the showers. Some even come in and go into a stall. That's an
invitation to any of us to step in and get a blowjob. After a hard practice
or race lots of us are ready to blow a load to relax. If we're lucky there
might be two or three in the stalls. And if you want to fuck a tight hole,
I've never yet had one go down on me who wasn't willing to give up his ass
later in the dorm or the frat house."
	"What about girls?"
	"Sure a guy's gotta have a girl, or more than one, to take to
parties and hang with. And plenty are willing to put out for a jock, but it
takes time and effort to keep a girl happy. A queer just wants to keep you
happy. Especially during race season, what with hard practices and
stressful races, it's way better to have a fag or two ready to serve and
relieve the tension. Even if you find a girl you really like, maybe fall in
love with, she may not wanna do it all the time, she may even be holdin'
onto her cherry until wedding bells ring! If you can believe it! And a
guy's gotta get his rocks off!"
	All this time Phil had been giving Steve's mouth and throat a hard
fuck. "And that's what I'm about to do right now! OH shit! Yeah, tight
pussy! Take my load, fag! Yeah! That's it! drink it down you hungry little
stud-slut!"
	"Oh shit! I'm cumming!" Paul, who had been lazily stroking his cock
with one hand and still messing with Steve's junk with the other, groaned
as he shot his second load of the day across the room, at the same time
feeling his hand being covered with the younger boy's hot sticky
goo. "Fuck! He came all over my hand!" the younger lifeguard exclaimed.
	Laughing as he pulled his now soft cock out of Steve's mouth, Phil
said, "Don't worry. You're not marked for life. Bring it up here and let
the kid clean it off for you."
	Paul stepped up and thrust his hand in Steve's face. "Clean it off,
fuckwad!"
	Steve eagerly began lapping up his cum from off the older boy's
hand, licking his palm and in between his fingers, taking each finger in
his mouth and sucking them clean. Paul pulled his now free-of-cum hand
away, and Phil demanded, "Well! What do you say, fag?"
	"Thank you, sir. Thank you for letting me cum and for letting me
clean my cum off your hand."
	"And!"
	"Thank you, sir, for fucking my mouth-pussy and letting me drink
your stud cum."
	"Good boy! You're a good little cocksucker! A cute little stud too!
What else do you want?" Phil asked.
	"Well, I was hoping you were going to fuck me."
	"Ray didn't fuck you enough, and that other guy Ray said had fucked
you?"
	"Jake, Jake Swensen. Yeah, they both fucked me good, but Paul was
supposed to fuck me and he hasn't and you haven't fucked me, sir."
	"Ha! You want Paul and me to fuck you?"
	"Yes, sir!"
	"What about we both fuck you at the same time?" At this, Paul's
mouth fell open and he gaped at his friend.
	"Oh yes! I'd like that!"
	"You want Paul and me to shove our big cocks in your tight
pussy-hole together. You want us both to fuck you at the same time?"
	"Oh yeah!"
	"You ever been double-fucked?"
	"Oh yes! Lots of times!"
	"Who's double-fucked you?"
	"I don't usually tell, but you don't know them, Luis and Rafe were
the first and then Luis and Ramon, they're cousins, and Luis and Fernando,
a married guy he works with, and a man I know and his Marine son and..."
	"That's enough! That's enough!" Phil laughed. He turned to Paul who
was still staring with his mouth open. "I'm guessing you've never fucked a
guy, just gotten blowjobs?" he said in a low voice. Paul blushed and
nodded. "No problem. You saw Ray. That's what's called missionary. You have
to do it different if you're gonna get two cocks in the same hole. Just
like a girl, the queer can straddle you and ride your cock, doing most of
the work except you hump up into the pussy to make it more exciting instead
of just lying there. That's how we'll start....Off the bench, fag!...Now,
Paul, you lie down on your back, down here, your ass toward the end."
	Both of the older boys' cocks were already back on hard in
anticipation and Steve's was getting there. Paul lay down on the
bench. After a little instruction, he was in place and ready. He made a
sexy picture, his muscular body at rest covered with the light layer of
blonde hair.
	"Okay, queerboy, you say you know what to do. Climb on!"
	Steve stepped over beside the bench. He threw his right leg over to
stand on the other side, straddling Paul across his waist. Reaching back he
took hold of the blonde boy's hard, leaking cock and aiming at his still
tight pucker, slowly lowered himself down until his was resting on the
soon-to-be college swimmer's hard, flat abdomen.
	"Oh fuck!" the blonde boy cried out. "Fuck! Fuck that's tight! and
hot! Shit! That's tighter than any pussy I've ever fucked!"
	"Just wait, buddy. Just wait. Okay, Steve, ride it!" As Steve rode
up and down the blonde's hard cock, the dark-haired older boy stood
watching, stroking his hard, dark shaft, pulling the hooded foreskin off to
expose the purple helmet with each downstroke. "That's right, boy. Ride
that stud's pole. Up and down! Up and down! Give it a little play. Move
that ass round and round. Stir that cock round and round inside your
guts. Show him what an ass can do. Show him what he's been missing."
	Steve did as ordered, moving his ass up and down, round and round,
working the muscles inside his chute and moaning as he felt the big cock
pounding his prostate, churning up in his bowels, stirring up the two loads
of jock cum that had already been deposited in them, finding new little
places here, there and everywhere. His cock was hard as a rock, leaking
slime from its slit onto Paul's heaving hair-covered belly. He leaned
forward as he felt Phil pushing on his back `til he was pressed down on
Paul, belly to belly and chest to chest. He felt the blonde's soft hairs
tickling his smooth body as it moved slightly under him.
	"Put your arms around him and hold him down," he heard Phil say. He
felt the younger lifeguard's strong arms wrap around him and pull him tight
against his muscular torso. Then he felt two fingers probing his hole and
pushing in alongside the hard cock that was already embedded in his
guts. They pushed in and then he felt them pull his already stretched
sphincter open more. "Oh yeah! This hole can take another cock without any
trouble! Relax, slut! Make way for another fucker!" the older lifeguard
growled as he pulled out his fingers and replaced them with the blunt tip
of his cock.
	Steve first felt the softness of the bunched skin that protected
the sensitive head. Then he could feel it bunch back as the slimy head
began to force its way into the stretching hole.
      "Open up little pussy, let daddy come in," he heard as the thickness
of the second cock entered and slowly forced its way up into his guts until
it was entirely jammed in alongside the one that was already filling his
bowels.
      "Fuck, Phil! I can feel your cock coming in, pressing up against
mine. Shit! You're all the way in. I can feel your balls moving against
mine. Fuck! This is awesome! Your big cock rubbing all the way up against
mine in his tight hole, both of them soaking in Ray's and that guy Jake's
cum, your balls rubbing against mine!"
      "Okay, buddy. Now we gotta fuck! We're gonna set up a rythmn. I'm
gonna pull out so just the head is still inside. Then when I push in,
you're gonna pull out. We're gonna fuck this tight pussy and fill it with
our loads. We're gonna mix our sperm with those other studs'. We're gonna
give this pussy-boy the fucking he needs. Gonna pound his ass and fill it
`til it can't hold anymore jock cum."
      Phil leaned forward to rest his hairy chest on Steve's back as he
slowly pulled out his cock, stopping with just the big head and bunched
foreskin trapped and held in by the tight ring of muscle that was held open
by the two hard shafts that had been forced through it. He pushed back in
as Pete carefully pulled his out.
	As the two studs geared up into full fuck mode, scraping the
sensitive lining of his rectum with their engorged ramrods and pounding his
prostate with every stroke, Steve felt his cock swell, his senses forced
into overdrive as he was sandwiched tightly between their two hard, hairy
muscular bodies, pressing, moving, scratching, his insides pummeled and
churned up into a hot buttery mass of pleasurable sensations.
       He felt the pressure build in his groin. He began his own fuck
movements, joining in sync with his two stud fuckers, humping his steely
cock against the hard belly muscles of the stud beneath him, the soft hairs
that grew there tickling the sensitive skin of his swollen glans.
       He'd been fucked by two studs together before and loved it every
time. But this was different! Maybe it was the energy and exuberance of the
fuckers. Maybe it was the wildness of the scene: being fucked by lifeguards
in their locker room with dozens of people, many of them friends,
frolicking and swimming just the other side of the door. Maybe it was the
hot fucks he had gotten from Jake and Ray before this that had left his
asshole more sensitive.
       Whatever, he knew he was about to have a massive orgasm. He hoped
Paul wouldn't care that he was going to get a real cum-bath in just a few
seconds!
	He felt the force and intensity of the fucking that was ravaging
his ass increase as the pressure in his cock and balls was doing the
same. "Fuck! Fuck! I'm about to come," he heard Paul shout.
	"I'm right with you, bro!" he heard Phil's voice just beside his
ear. "Shit! Fuck! Shit! Fill the little fag! Fill him up! Oh fuck it! This
is good!"
	"Me too! Oh god! Oh god! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
	Steve could feel the hot cum as it shot out of the two studs'
cocks. He knew it was mixing with that of his two previous fuckers and with
the juices of his beaten-up bowels. The pleasure was intense. Then he felt
it! He moaned over and over as he felt the cum forcing its way from his
mauled prostate up the tube running along the underside of his cock and
shooting out spurt after spurt as it flooded out to spread onto Pete's skin
and mingle with the blonde hairs covering it.
	The two fuckers were reduced to joining Steve in moans of pleasure
as their balls emptied and they slowly relaxed. Steve could feel Paul's
body grow limp under him as the dead weight pressing down from above told
him of Phil's satisfied state.
	Suddenly the three satiated fuckers heard, "You dirty bastards! You
gonna keep the fag all to yourselves? Ray says for you to get your asses
out and at your stations while the rest of us get some!"
	Standing inside the locker room were the other three lifeguards:
Joe, Sam and Sean their trunks already dropped and kicked aside.
	Joe was a 100-percent Italian. He was a big guy. Although he was a
strong swimmer, powering through the water to win races, his heavily
muscled body served him better in his favorite sports, soccer and rugby. He
was a senior at a university in the Northeast where those sports were as
popular as baseball and football. He would have been a great football
player, but he thought the game was too static, too many stops and starts,
not as exciting to play as the others. The hair on his head was thick,
black and wavy. His huge body was covered with a thick mat of silky black
hair. His close jock buddies called him "Apeman" not just because of his
hairy body, but because hanging out from the thick forest that surrounded
it and hid his massive balls was a cock that was more suited to the idea of
one of those massive jungle creatures than to a male human. It was as thick
as a beer can and easily measured eight inches soft, and it was already
beginning to stand out from his body as it filled out to its full size of
thirteen inches.
	Mr. Burks, the manager of the pool, had had second thoughts about
hiring him when he arrived with Ray. Ray had recommended Joe and was able
to talk the hesitant manager into giving him a chance. It had been a good
choice because Joe was great with the kids. He let them climb all over his
big body, carried them on his shoulders and tossed them up into the air
back into the water. And he didn't mind when curious ones shyly asked to
feel and stroke his hairy arms and chest. They and the older kids were so
in awe of him that they obeyed his safety rules without question.
	Sam and Sean were nice looking college students. Also swimmers,
they had the same muscular broad shoulders, thin waists, narrow hips, thick
thighs as Ray, Pete, Paul and Phil. Sam had brown hair and a deep tan and,
surprisingly for a lifeguard Carl had fair, freckled skin that went with
his dark red hair. His naked body was liberally slathered with
sunscreen. Both of them were stroking good-sized hard cocks as they watched
the three untangle themselves and climb off the bench. Paul and Phil
hurried into the shower room, rinsed themselves off and went to their
lockers to get dry suits before darting out the door.
	Meanwhile, the three newcomers walked over to Steve. "So, Steve,
you're a cock-loving fag. How come you haven't come on to us all summer?
Ray's so strict, we coulda used a hungry little cocksucker," Sam said.
	"Yeah, I could've used a tight, hungry hole for this big monster of
mine," said Joe as he ran his big hand down Steve's back to cup around his
ass. "Ray says you got a really tight hole that you like filled with big
stud cock, and I just saw two cocks pullin' out of your shitter. You
shouldn't have any trouble with mine."
	"I don't know, you're really big."
	"You ever take one as big as mine?"
	"I don't think so. Maybe. But you're really thick. I don't know."
	"You ever been fucked by a big dog? Taken a big dog knot in there?"
	"What? No! Shit no!"
	"Not into zoo, huh," the big man said as he fingered Steve's
swollen asshole, sliding a couple of fingers in and turning them
around. "This hole's really been worked over, still tight enough to give a
man a good time though. How many fuck you today?"
	"Four," the boy replied. "But Phil fucked me twice."
	"Greedy bastard! So you got four, five loads inside you. Nice and
juicy. Sure won't need any lube!"  He said with a laugh. Turning to the
others, Joe said, "The ass is mine. You two can have the mouth. Let's pull
that other bench over to make a wider platform. I want him doggy and
that'll make it easier for you to switch out on his mouth."
	That accomplished, Joe held up his hard cock in front of Steve. It
was hard, but so heavy that it was hanging down at about forty-five
degrees. "Get the head and flange wet! Once they get in there'll be plenty
of spooge inside to make the rest easy!"
	Steve bent down and opened his mouth as wide as he could. The head
was as big as a small apple. He could just barely get it with its wide
corolla into his mouth without scraping it with his teeth. With his lips
tightly closed behind the flange he brought up all the saliva he could and
bathed the big knob with his wet tongue."
	While he was doing his best to prepare the monster for his ass, Sam
and Sean were behind him running their fingers around and into his
asshole. "Shit! This hole is really open. Look at these pussy lips. Feel
`em. Feels just like a real pussy."
	"Fuck yeah! Soft and swollen. Looks good enough to eat. I love
eatin' pussy."
	"Well, you eat this one and you're gonna get a mouthful of other
guys' cum."
	"That's okay. My buddy and I suck each other's cum out of pussies
we've just fucked all the time."
	"Shit! That's gross!"
	"Yeah. I guess so. We got used to the taste when we were
kids. Before we were old enough to fuck, we used to suck each other off. It
beat jackin', and we figured it wasn't gay. Just too good buddies helping
one another out."
	This interesting little private conversation was interrupted by Joe
saying to Steve "That's good. You're a good cocksucker. You know how to
make a guy's cock feel really great. If we had time I'd see what I could
train you to do with the rest of mine. But now get up on that bench. I'm
ready to fuck. You two! Get your cocks in his mouth and decide how you're
gonna work it out.
	Steve got on his hands and knees on the pulled-together benches,
his legs apart and his ass up. Joe moved in between and ran two, then three
fingers in his ass, fucking them in and out.
      "Ohhh, yeah! Fuck me! Oh yeah!" Steve moaned.
      "Still needin'it aren't you. Five fucks and you want another! You
want this big sausage of mine reaming your ass out, don't you slut? Just
took two together, now you want my big pole, don'tcha?" Joe growled as he
pushed his fingers in and rotated them in the still-tight hole.
	Sam and Sean were still standing at the side, urging their fellow
lifeguard on.
	"Work that hole, buddy!
	"Yeah, fuck that pussy-hole."
	"I bet he could take another finger. Put it in! Make him take all
four!"
	"Yeah, I probably could get another one in. If we had the time I
could probably get my whole fist in this hungry hole! But I'm ready to
fuck, tired of playin' around," Joe said as he pulled his fingers out and
maneuvered the blunt end of his huge knob against Steve wide-open
pussy. "That's it! Open wider for me! Push out! Push out some of the cum
that's up in ya! Good!" he said as a stream of thick, still hot cum began
to flow out of the puckered hole. "That's good!" as he pushed against the
slimed up orifice. "Yeah, there is goes! Take it in! Yeah, suck it up
inside ya!"
	"Oh yeah! Fuck me! I can take it! Please! Fuck me with that your
big cock!" Steve moaned more loudly. "Oh, god yes! Push it in! More! More!
Oh god! Oh god! Yes! Yes! Give me all of it! Don't take it out! Fuck me!
Fuck me!" he pled as his fucker pulled a few inches out and then forcefully
pushed them back in adding another inch or two.
      "I'm gonna fuck you! I'm gonna ream your guts out real good! You can
take more. You can take it all, whore!" he said pushing the last inches up
into Steve's bowels grinding his hairy groin into his butt.
	"Oh god! Oh god! So full! I feel you! I feel you all the way up in
me! So big! It feels like my guts are gonna burst apart! Oh Fuck me! Fuck
me!" Steve yelled as Joe pulled ten inches of hard beer-can thick
cock-shaft out, leaving only the three inches of the huge glans inside the
tight over-stretched sphincter and then slammed all thirteen inches back
in. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Harder! Harder!" Steve yelled even louder.
	"You two! Get your cocks in his mouth and shut him up!"
	Sam and Sean moved quickly around in front to stand on each side of
the kneeling boy's head. Grabbing him by the hair and pulling his head up,
Sam demanded "Open up, whore! Take our cocks!" The two rammed their cocks
in the open mouth as both tried to fuck him at the same time. Steve was
able to take both studs' cocks in his mouth, but wasn't able to give them
the attention they deserved. After a few attempts, both of them fighting
for mastery over the other, Sean pulled out and said, "This ain't
working. You fuck him, buddy, and then I'll take my turn."
	So Steve had only one thick cock fucking him in his mouth-pussy,
allowing him to devote all his skills to satisfying the dark-haired stud
while the redhead stood by stroking his pale uncut cock. Out of the corner
of his eye Steve could see him. Each time he ran his hand down the shaft,
the protective sleeve of skin was pulled back and the angry red,
helmet-shaped glans was revealed. As the skin moved back, it brought with
it the copious amount of slimy precum that had gathered in its folds to
coat the head and ooze out the puckered opening. Mentally Steve's mouth
watered to taste it even while he was enjoying Sam's tasty juices as he
fucked in and out of his mouth and throat.
	It didn't take long for the mouth-fucking stud to work up to his
orgasm. His cum shot out in great gobs, painting Steve's mouth and running
into his throat. As his mouth filled Steve had to take great gulps to keep
from losing any of the sweet tasting jock jizz. When Sam was finally empty,
he slowly pulled out as Steve licked and sucked his softening cock clean of
all traces of the load he had just fed the hungry cocksucker.
	"Wow! That was fabulous. Too bad we haven't been getting this every
day. The fag's been here, and we didn't know! We could've set up a regular
schedule for getting serviced," the dark-haired college boy said as he
stepped away to make way for his redheaded colleague.
	Sean lost no time pulling his foreskin back and sliding his red,
helmet-shaped glans into Steve's open mouth. "Lick that big knob. Clean all
the juices off, then I'll give you some more." Steve sucked and licked on
the juicy treat until he felt it pulling out. He stared at the thick ivory
shaft with its rosy tip as Sean slowly stroked forward, pushing the folds
of his foreskin into a collar just below the flange of the coruna and
causing a dollop of honey to ooze out of the meatus.
	"You want it? Stick your tongue out." Steve did as he was ordered
and was rewarded by the thick goo being deposited onto the end of his
outthrust tongue. "You like that?" Sean asked as he pushed the skin
further, making it roll forward to cover the head and envelop the pointed
tongue. "Yeah! Lick under that hood! Slurp around under there! Clean it
out! There's lots of good stuff in there I bet a fag like you really likes!
I been sittin' out in the sun sweatin', oozing a little while I watch all
those cute bitches in their tight little bikinis, thinkin' what I'd like to
do to them. You like it under there, tastin' my sweat, my precum, maybe a
little cheese. I bet you'd like to be slurpin' on my balls, in my ass,
lickin' up all that jock sweat, smelling my man-smell."
	Steve was almost crazy. He could only moan as he worked to clean
out around the knob under the wrapping of the heavy hood. Then Sean pulled
it back and the hungry boy was sucking on the bare knob. His tormentor
pulled that out of his mouth. As the foreskin once more slid forward to
hide the prize, Sean slapped both Steve's cheeks with the thick tube,
slinging strings of goo out of the puckered tip. Then he pushed and held
the skin all the way forward, completely covering the head. Sticking out
from the tip was a lump of wrinkled skin forming a little flower. As Steve
watched mesmerized, a drop of the delicious cock-honey gradually formed.
	"Kiss it!" Steve did as ordered, getting his lips smeared with the
sweet tasting dew. "Now suck it! Just the skin! Suck on that dick
nipple. Maybe it'll give you a little more of that stuff you like!"
	Steve pursed his lips tightly around the soft nubbin of skin,
sucking and licking at the tightly closed opening he could feel with the
tip of his tongue, probing gently in an attempt to coax out more of the
delicious cock juice. As he sucked, he could feel the firmness of the
hidden glans pressing against his lips. At the same time he could feel the
monstrous rammer that was filling his guts to the point of bursting with
each forceful thrust and then partially emptying them as it withdrew before
being rammed back in.
	"You bastard! Whattaya trying to do, drive the kid crazy?" laughed
Sam who was standing by stroking his once-again hard cock.
	"Just want him to remember and think about what he could've been
getting', what we would've been giving him all summer," Sean said as he
slowly pressed his rampant cock into Steve's mouth and down his throat.
	All this time Joe had been pounding into Steve's ass like a bull
breeding a heifer. Sean quickly caught up with his rhythm and the two jocks
pounded powerfully in and out of the two holes. The locker room resounded
with the groans of the two fuckers and the moans of the boy being used by
the powerful men. Soon the trio's groans and moans were joined by Sam's as
he shot his second wad of hot cum onto Steve's back. As he slumped down to
his knees, the two fuckers began to fill the two pussy-holes, and Steve
shot his own load all over the supporting bench.
	When they finally recovered enough energy to get up, the three
lifeguards wiped themselves down with damp towels from the wall hooks,
pulled on their red suits and left. Steve staggered to the shower and
quickly cleaned himself off, using the flexible shower nozzle to clean out
as much cum from his asshole as he could. Finding his Speedos on the office
table where he had dropped it at the beginning of the gangbang, he was
stepping into it when Ray, the head lifeguard stepped into the room.
	"Good! Glad you're still in one piece!" he said laughing. "To bad
we haven't been doing this all summer! We will be here tomorrow getting
everything cleaned up and put away. Won't get started `til late, so if you
can, come by after school, and we'll have another little party. If you
can't we'll be sorry but understand. You're a great little faggot. We all
say thanks for the hot fucks! Go through the office like you're coming out
from taking a piss."