Cassidy & Shannon

Beaumont Jakieson was having the kind of summer any 16-year-old, good-looking, tanned, buff, pool lifeguard could expect. It was great!

When Beaumont manned his post, watching over the safety of the swimmers, pretty, skimpy-swimsuited, teenaged girls assembled in packs at the base of his high chair. And if that wasn't enough, when he had duty at the kiddie pool, there was a platoon of foxy, twenty-something mums in sensible two-piece suits with un-sensibly raging libidos.

That was all well and good. Very good actually.

Except...Beaumont had been distracted. Two boys who showed up at the pool every day, swam, kept to themselves and generally minded their own business.

Boys?

Young boys, Beaumont was almost sure. Around 12 or 13.

Boys. A blond and a brunet.

The blond was the one Beaumont seemed most distracted by. Though he could barely admit to himself that he was distracted at all. Every day, "Blondie" and "Brownie,' as Beaumont thought of them, when he lay in his bed and reviewed things before sleeping, showed up in tee shirts and Bermuda shorts. They arrived around 10 a.m., took two adjacent lounge chairs near Beaumont's lifeguard station, set their things down, laid towels across the chairs and stripped to their bathing suits. Bathing suits -- wow, and what bathing suits -- very distracting to the protector of swimmer safety. Blondie and Brownie wore the skimpiest bathing suits Beaumont had ever seen, on a girl or boy.

They were sort of mini-Speedos that barely covered the bottom separation, showing a good inch of 'cheek cleft.' In the front, the material was so flimsy that the outlines of the boys' "bumps and bulges" left little to Beaumont's raging imagination.

The boys were well-behaved though, no noise, no silliness. They put on suntan lotion, rubbing it on each other's backs. But nothing flirty or gay.

Just boys at a pool, right?

So why did they, especially Blondie, have such an effect on Beaumont?

The blond boy was the most beautiful person Beaumont had ever seen in his life.

"Exquisite" would have been Beaumont's word for him, had his vocabulary evolved since age 16.

Seemingly unaware of his exquisite sexuality as well. Which made it much more intense.

Brownie was just a micrometer behind Blondie in beauty and untapped sexuality.

But Beaumont was enraptured by Blondie. Who didn't seem to be aware of Beaumont's existence on Planet Earth.

Every day around noon, the boys took a last swim, dried off, dressed and left the pool. Leaving behind an increasingly confused and frustrated Beaumont.

Why did he even notice Blondie? Was he gay for noticing?

Probably not. Beaumont noticed that just about every man at the pool, even older men with wives and kids, therefore surely heterosexual, sneaked looks at Blondie and Brownie. So maybe he was just curious or something. Still, it was unsettling. Until a Thursday, three weeks after school had ended, when Beaumont saw Brownie leave the pool area. Was this the first time Blondie had ever been alone at the pool? It seemed like it.

Beaumont was wondering about that when his fellow lifeguard Derek came up and said, "Time for your break, Beaumont."

"Right, okay."

Beaumont climbed down and looked around. Should he go over and introduce himself to Blondie? Now why, nah. How gay would that be? It could be gay, but... Then Beaumont heard a sweet boyish tone say,

"Hi, Mr. Lifeguard, I'm Cassidy, Cassidy Pipeuse. I see you every day and I never introduced myself before, sorry."

Beaumont turned and saw Blondie -- Cassidy. Standing there. Looking at him, Beaumont with a million-watt smile that almost singed Beaumont's corneas. And, oh... unless Beaumont was losing his depth perception, the younger boy's tiny bathing suit was pronging most tentedly with what seemed to be a very amply sized stiff prick for his age group.

Beaumont considered fight or flight as adrenalin flooded his veins.

He chose to talk. And look Cassidy in the eye -- not the crotch. "My name's Beaumont. Beaumont Jakieson. Pleased to meet you, Blondie -- I mean Cassidy."

Beaumont's cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but Cassidy only increased the wattage on his smile to an intensity regulated by the Nuclear Regulatory Commission.

Beaumont couldn't help but drink in the fresh, undiluted sexuality of the boy who stood less than two feet from him. A nice and slender pink freshness about him with a gorgeously pretty face, a plump pert bottom any girl in the world would die for, and, wonder-of-wonders, the perkiest, puffy nipples Beaumont had seen on anyone, boy or girl. Primal urges Beaumont barely understood attacked him. He wanted to do things with the boy, with that body, the mainstream world would never understand or approve.

But why? He had no idea why. And what could he say to Cassidy?

Cassidy solved that. "My friend Shannon and I see you every day and you seem so nice. Not bossy or mean or stuck up yourself, like the other lifeguards, so we wanted to say hello to you. Don't you go to Eastcombe High?"

Beaumont relaxed half a smidgen. He could answer that question, even embellish. "Yes," he said. Then he added, "I'll be a junior. I'm 16 and I just got my driver's license."

Too much information? Apparently not. Cassidy was still smiling. Were people watching Beaumont talking to a younger kid? Did they suspect anything? What was there to suspect? The boy only had a stiff very healthy prick tenting out, still. Thank goodness lifeguard trunks are bulky and hide erections, because Beaumont had one.

"Shannon, that's my friend, and I will be in eighth grade next year. He's nearly 13, I'm a year younger and only 11 ¾. We're too young to have jobs, but we like the pool. And we like to tan, don't we Shannon. You have a great tan, Beaumont," said Cassidy.

Showing and tanning as much of themselves as was legal, was their favourite activity. It seemed that displaying their heavenly bodies was all they had in there heads, for there was nothing else there. They were little slutty naughty minded tarts. All their mind power was devoted to what was between their lithe and slender pretty legs, with their heads living in a permanent cock cloud. Gay as spring pansies for other pretty boys and nice hunky good looking lads they were otherwise vacuous, and empty headed. But what was between their legs more than compensated for lack of anything upstairs. Cassidy of only 11 ¾ had a prick any young rigid teenager would be proud of at 5 ¼ inches, and not far behind was Shannon's at just 5 inches stiff. They'd both been well fucked too, since they were 10 years old. And having your cock inside those pert and pretty arseholes was like having it inside a tight silk purse.

Beaumont complimented again, wondered if he should return the compliments by saying something like, "You're the most beautiful child on earth. For the past three weeks, all I can think about is pulling down your Speedos and sticking my cock in your bottom, and fuck you till I die of dehydration.'

Instead, he chose to say, "You have a nice tan too, Cassidy. It looks good on you."

Cassidy beamed at the praise. He thanked Beaumont then said, "My friend Shannon went to call home and I'm afraid I'll burn. Could you please put some lotion on my shoulders and back. Please, Beaumont?'

Beaumont gasped. Audibly.

Touching this perfect angel? In public?

Semi-intimately? Where people could see and judge and gossip?

Beaumont didn't care. He wasn't missing the opportunity to lay his hands on this "dream boy.' Or whatever Cassidy was to Beaumont at that point.

He just hoped people didn't think he was a paedo or anything. He was just helping out a pool patron. A gorgeous, incredibly sexy patron.

Cassidy sat on the lounger and handed Beaumont the lotion. Beaumont squirted some in his hands, took a deep breath, then rubbed the creamy substance on Cassidy's warm, silky shoulders. Beaumont gasped again. Which almost didn't allow him to hear Cassidy's soft moan.

A moan? Cassidy moaned? A pre-teen scorcher of a boy, moaning at his touch?

Beaumont rubbed some more, on the shoulder blades. Cassidy moaned again at the pleasure. Was he putting it on? Apparently not and the whole pool area could hear. My was he that sensitive? Then Beaumont had a dirty thought -- what was he like when he came, bed?

"That feels wonderful, Beaumont,' the angel said. "You have such strong hands. Please don't stop."

That would have been the moment to get off the gay train and catch the 'straight express,' which was clearly going in the opposite direction.

Beaumont considered that for a nanosecond, then rejected it. He rubbed on and murmured, "Thanks, Cassidy.' He almost added, "I've never enjoyed doing anything in my life saving, half as much as rubbing your shoulders.' Almost.

They continued in silence, except for Cassidy's soft moans. Then when the job was clearly done, Cassidy turned to Beaumont, locked his beautiful eyes on Beaumont's and said, "Isn't Friday your day off?'

Beaumont nodded dumbly. Where was this going?

"Please come to my house for lunch. My Mama will make us grilled cheese sandwiches and we can get to know each other. Noon.123 Maple Street, okay?

Did Cassidy just make a date with Beaumont? Could Beaumont possibly accept? What were the long-term implications of Beaumont agreeing? Would he become gay? Or would everyone think he was gay, which could be even worse? How could he possibly accept? It was out of the question. No way.

So Beaumont said, "Sure, Cassidy, thanks. I'll be there. Noon. 123 Maple Street. Thanks again.'

Fateful decisions are usually made against instinct. Or in surrender to other instincts.

Cassidy got up, smiled at Beaumont, went to the pool and dived in. A few minutes later, Shannon returned, jumped in the pool and swam around. At noon, both boys packed their gear, finger-waved at Beaumont on his lifeguard stand and left. Leaving behind a stunned young man. Who may have already been falling in love with someone who was all wrong for him. Which happens way more frequently than people falling in love with the right person.

The two boys had walked to Cassidy's house and were sitting with Cassidy's Mum eating sardine sandwiches on white bread with ketchup.

"Drink all your milk, boys,' Mrs. Pipeuse said. "You need to have plenty of fluids in you, wanking in bed one after the other, the pair of you."

With the nail on the head, Mrs. Pipeuse always cut to the chase!

"I met a new friend today, Mum,' Cassidy said. "He's coming by for lunch tomorrow. He's a dreamy, lifeguard at the pool, his name is Beaumont, Mum."

"A victim of your charms? All the boys you two little vixens conquer! And they're all `dreamy."

More giggling from the boys. "Yes, Mum,' Cassidy said. "You make it sound as if I'm always out looking for new boyfriends. I hardly ever date. Shannon's the little stripteaser, not me."

Mama scoffed -- loudly. "Ha!' she said good-naturedly. "You two little exhibitionists don't go to the pool to swim or get a tan. You go to prance around 95% naked in public.

The boys giggled again. Mum new and was right about everything.

Cassidy and Shannon ran off happily up the stairs and into Cassidy's room. They'd been best friends since they were seven and lovers since they were 11. Okay, 10, sucking each other's pretty nice pricks and swallowing.

That day, they tongue kissed and tongued each other's pricks but stayed dressed until Cassidy said, "I have to pee. Will you help me?"

Shannon giggled. Any invitation to have Cassidy's prick was always welcome. The boys kicked off their flip-flops, stripped off their tees and panties, kissed some more and as they cuddled, they pissed, pressing into each other.

"Cor, yummy, I love this," said Cassidy. "Make it last -- do it in spurts first."

So then Cassidy dropped his own suit, spooned up behind Cassidy and nestled his prick and rubbed his into Cassidy's bottom crevice. Rigid at first, he found he could penetrate Shannon's rosebud, so went for it. Then, comfortable, he went ahead and let himself go. It popped out gushing in piss and had lost hardness. He reached around Cassidy's right hip and held Cassidy's warm stiffy in his soft hand. They peed clamped together, while Shannon sucked on Cassidy's neck.

Cassidy needed to pee again, but he also needed to cum. So his "equipment" was confused. He stroked up Shannon's prong as he kissed Cassidy's neck. Which would cum first, the pee or the cum? Neither.

So the boys changed strategy. Both naked, they got into the shower and turned it on. Facing each other and kissing hungrily. Cassidy began peeing all over Shannon who giggled lustily, then peed all over his loving friend.

More kissing and mutual washing ensued, until the boys were more or less clean and more horny and randy than ever. Pausing only to mostly dry each other off, the boys sissy-ran to Cassidy's big, queen-size bed and threw themselves on top of the often-drenched. More kissing -- eager -- voracious. Then, with practised ease, the boys reversed themselves and took each other's prick into each other's warm, wet mouth. Shannon skinned Cassidy's cockhead with his teeth, then licked and sucked it with all his considerable skills and full ardour.

The boys rested for a while -- kissing and cooing and exchanging vows of unending love. Then they discussed what awaited them on that night. Cassidy and Shannon were quite sexually active during the rest of the week, of course.

The right kind of dating" for the sweeties was upper most in their parents pea sized brains. They also convinced Shannon's parents to go along, which made life easier and better for everyone. Especially the lads and boys who fucked Shannon and Cassidy's pretty bottoms.

The boys adored being fucked and mauled by older teen lads. 'They're so hunky, virile and strong,' they told their parents. They were referring to the apprentice lads of 16 -- 18 who worked at their fathers Garage, as they were both in the motor trade. Some of them had magnificent virile teenage pricks of of 5 ½ to 7 ½ inches. Kids can have a lot of fun with those, especially if they can give them accommodation.

That Thursday afternoon, the boys "kissed naked" for a while, getting their stiffies up again, then pillow-talked as each fondled the other's willie. "I love Thursdays, don't you?" Cassidy asked. Thursday was early closing at the garage when the lads would come round for a bit of a hard wet afternoon and enjoy the anuses of the pretty preteen boys.

Shannon gasped as he enjoyed Cassidy's strokes. "Me too, Cassidy. Please don't make me cum yet. I only want to cum once more this afternoon so I can have a nice long fuck with Danny. Danny was the nickname for any of the apprentices that fucked them and they had them all day sometimes and nights too.

"You're so lucky, Shannon. Your Danny is so hot!"

"Your Danny is hot, too. He works out all the time and he's killer handsome. You're the lucky one."

"You're right, Shannon. My Danny is hot, but your Danny is smokin'. He gets those big muscles from being a mechanic, and those calloused hands!Oh, how I would love three of his big, rough fingers up my bottom as he sucked my willie! And I'll bet he fucks you rough too, doesn't he?"

"Sometimes he does, [giggle]. But I'd still like to compare him to your Danny.'

Cassidy thought for a moment, then said, "Let's ask them. Tonight. next Thursday, for my birthday, we switch Dannies. Or we could even get together in the same bedroom and trade back and forth.'

The image and the sheer dirty naughtiness of Cassidy's suggestion, threw poor Shannon off Cum Cliff. He cried out, "Oh my Danny,' as he spurted out three cum squirts.

Clearly, Cassidy thought, Shannon had been envisioning that carnal scene for some time. Then the thought of his Danny's rough, mechanic's hand cupping Cassidy's bottom as he fucked Cassidy was too much. He matched Shannon squirt for squirt, then did him one better. This Danny night would be great. The next one would be fabulous.

Later that day, at 6:45 p.m., Cassidy's Mum puttered around the kitchen picking up the supper dishes. The family had just wolfed down meat loaf, mashed potatoes and carrots. Though the only comestibles the three of them were really thinking about were spunking jizz.

Dinner conversation was a bit strained on Thursdays, though Cassidy did spice it up a bit by describing his all-but-completed seduction of Beaumont the lifeguard. Mum loved stories about Cassidy's beaus. It made them feel their boy was special.

"So I suppose you'll be `showing Beaumont your room' tomorrow afternoon,?"

Cassidy batted his eyes at the question, then giggled. Everyone laughed.

Almost, but not quite "Leave it to Beaver.' Then Danny arrived.

Danny arrived dressed to stop traffic, Mum and Dad got everything into the dishwasher, kissed her boy and was out the door at 7 on the dot. Destination unknown. Good golly, he was beautiful! It was no wonder that lads wanted to fuck him, the little pansy princess.

Cassidy shyly got up from his chair and went over to sit on Danny's lap. Putting his arms around Danny's neck, he parted his lips for a kiss which Danny eagerly provided. And wondered for the millionth time whether his boss would be able to throw Tuesday into the bargain. Or two hours on Wednesday. Fifteen minutes on Monday.

Taking it slow. Building the heat, the fully-clothed lovers kissed, panted and gasped.

When Danny's ears threatened to ignite, he took Cassidy in his strong arms and carried him up the stairs. As they entered Cassidy's bedroom (they never fucked in the parents' room), Cassidy spoke which no guy wants his lover to do at that stage of the action.

Cassidy said, "Danny, do you think I'm pretty?"

Okay, Danny thought. That's an acceptable question with an easy answer. "You're the most beautiful person on earth, my sweet darling.' Cassidy smiled broadly. Great, Danny thought. On with the fucking. First I'll take off...

"Do you think Shannon's pretty?' Cassidy asked.

Uh-oh. Dangerous ground.

Wrong answer could mean no "pussy.'

Which would be a disaster!

Beads of sweat formed on Danny's forehead. He opened his mouth to say something and hope that it was right, when Cassidy said, "I think he's pretty. And he thinks you're very handsome and manly. Shannon says I'm lucky to have a Danny as beautiful as you.'

Huh?

Where was this going? Could be good. Could be bad. Danny wished they could resolve things and get on with the fucking. For which he only had 11 hours and 43 minutes left.

Danny decided to ask. "Why are you telling me all this, Cassidy?'

Cassidy batted his eyes at Danny the way that always stiffened his pole. "Do you think Shannon's pretty, Danny?'

Danny gulped and said, "Shannon's pretty, but you're gorgeous. And I'm the luckiest apprentice in the world.'

Cassidy hugged Danny and removed his shirt. Exposing a chest that Danny dreamed about all-non-Thursday. Danny hastily removed his shoes and socks, then shirt and pants. Standing in his briefs his pole was rigid and poking from the fly.

Danny laid Cassidy on his back on the bed and then attached his mouth to Cassidy's erect, right nipple. Cassidy moaned with lust, but then he kept talking.

"Danny, Shannon has a crush on you. He wants a fuck with your pole, you can to fuck him. It's okay with me. I would consider it a favour to me if you would fuck my friend, Shannon Will you, please?'

Danny could forgive Cassidy for talking as long as he said things like that. Oh my. Fucking Shannon! Danny had often imagined that, but never thought... Then Cassidy spoke again, "Of course, we would have to do it on Thursdays and I would have to `occupy' his dad while you and Shannon did it.' This was turning into a far more interesting Thursday than Danny had imagined. Not that there were any bad or boring Thursdays.

Danny stopped sucking Cassidy's nipple and lay on his back to consider a most interesting offer. In order to fuck a SECOND gorgeous angel, all he had to do was let another apprentice fuck his own boy. What a great deal! Especially since other lads and boys were already fucking his own boy.

Danny felt his boy's warm, wet mouth on his fatally aroused cock. Cassidy stopped sucking a moment to ask, "Please say yes, Danny. PLEASE!'

Cassidy resumed sucking his Danny's cock.

How could Danny say no?

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