Date: Sat, 10 Jun 2017 13:52:09 -0400 From: Robert Heard Subject: Lifeguard Favor I was spending the summer with my grandparents in their small town. The town had an old main street with a local restaurant, hardware store, pharmacy, and the like. There was one small theater with two screens that tried to show whatever big blockbuster was popular at the time. It was a quiet, boring place, but that's why I liked it. I found it strangely intriguing, a town from a bygone era long before my time. At 13 years of age most kids would want the big city with its excitement and energy, but I found my grandparents' small town very likable. The major summer activity was the community pool. It was a good-sized pool that held a hundred people by my estimation. Families would spend an entire day there swimming, picnicking, and otherwise playing together. I had been there in previous summers but not this year. The city had raised the daily and seasonal pass prices and it was a little too high for my grandparents to pay. I was disappointed but didn't say anything. They were good people and I didn't want to make them feel bad. I frequently went to the park where the pool was and I could see everything through the fence. For me the biggest attraction wasn't the water, it was Erik. Erik was a lifeguard. I learned through the small-town grapevine that he was 17 years old and going to be a high school senior this fall. Erik was tall and handsome. His short hair, while brown at the roots, was a fair blonde during the summer. His toned and firm body was totally tan from top to bottom. He usually wore flip-flop sandals, red swim trunks, and sunglasses as his uniform, usually with no shirt. He had visible hair on his legs and under his arms, as well as a treasure trail beneath his navel. Whenever I was near the pool I always made it a point to check him out. He was everything a young gay kid like me could dream about -- handsome, toned, popular, and a great smile. Late one evening I was walking home alone and passed by the pool. It had closed for the evening and everyone was gone. I stood by the fence and gazed at the cool water, wishing I could afford to go in, when a voice spoke up. "Hey, kid. What's up?" It was Erik, the lifeguard! "I've seen you around. Do you ever swim here?" "No," I answered. "I'd like to, but the new pass prices are a little too high for me." "I understand," he said. "A lot of people are pissed about that. The only reason I can swim here is because I'm a lifeguard. It's free for me." He paused for a moment as if thinking to himself. "Would you like to swim for a while?" "Sure. But I don't have the money." "Well, nobody's here now." I looked around the pool and confirmed it was completely empty. "At night when everyone's gone I take a private swim. It gives me some alone time, you know? If you want, I'll let you in and you can keep me company. If you want, that is." If I want? The thought of swimming alone with Erik made my heart race. I answered in the most mature voice I could muster, "Sure, I'd like that." Unfortunately my voice cracked. I'm sure Erik noticed, but he didn't say anything. "Come on around the front and I'll unlock the gate," he said. And with that I was in the pool house. The building housed locker rooms, toilets, showers, vending machines, and the lifeguard office. Erik was just closing up for the night before his swim. Then it hit me. "Uh, I just remembered I don't have swim trunks," I said with a tinge of embarrassment. "Don't worry. Neither will I," he said with a gleam in his eye. "After hours when the sun sets and the lights are out, I skinny dip. Nobody ever comes around after closing," he smiled. My heart raced. "You okay being naked for our swim?" My head was spinning so fast I thought I was going to pass out. "Yeah, I'm -- uh, sure, that's okay," I stammered. Erik smiled again. Nothing sexual that I could perceive, just a friendly smile. Damn, he was gorgeous! "All right. Well, I'm done with everything else. Let's get started." And with that we left the office and walked out to the pool. Erik walked over to a lounge chair and began stripping down. First his t-shirt, then his sandals, and finally his shorts. It was at this moment that I realized, to my embarrassment, that I was sporting wood. Thankfully it was dark around us and Erik didn't notice. I joined him in taking off my clothes and hanging them on a chair, attempting to discreetly cover my teenage boner. Then the two of us walked over and entered the pool. The water was cool against my skin, but not cold. Erik dove underwater and surfaced in the distance. "This is a lot nicer without a hundred people crammed in, you know?" he said. We spent the next half hour swimming and talking in the darkened pool. It turns out Erik had a wicked sense of humor. He was always saying something that made me laugh. He was a natural. When it was over we both got out. Erik told me he usually laid back on one of the many lounge chairs surrounding the pool to relax and let the air dry him off. He grabbed a chair and laid back, still butt naked. I took the chair next to him and did the same. We laid there silently for a while before I spoke up. "Hey, Erik? Thanks for letting me do this. I really owe you," I said. "Not a problem, dude. It's nice to have some company," he replied. "I mean, if there's anything I can do to repay you, I will," I added. "I can't think of anything, except maybe a blowjob." He laughed playfully, clearly making a joke. But I wasn't laughing. Hmm, I wondered, and decided to play along. "Sure, if you really want one," I smiled. Silence on Erik's part. "I'm just messing with you, kid. You don't owe me anything," he said. "Well, maybe I just want to," I responded, being more direct than I maybe should have been. Again, silence. "Well, if you're really offering..." Erik's smile reflected the moonlight. I sat up in my chair and faced him. He looked at me but didn't say anything. "So what if I'm being serious?" I asked. He thought for a long moment. "If you're serious, I'd let you." That was all the consent I needed. I got up, walked over to Erik's chair, and positioned myself between his legs. He didn't try to stop me. By the time I had assumed a comfortable position, Erik was already erect. My guess was that spending his days at a pool full of attractive young women left him hot and bothered with no available avenue of release. I was nearly hyperventilating with the thought of pleasuring this handsome, tanned 17-year-old stud. I reached up and wrapped my hand around his penis. His skin was cool in the night air, but his cock was hot and throbbing. I stroked him a few times up and down, spending some time polishing his knob, then leaned in and enveloped him in my mouth. He sighed quietly, his mouth opening slightly and emitting a low "ohh." I began sliding my wet mouth all up and down the length of his shaft, which I estimated to be near seven inches in length. As I worked my oral magic, Erik became more vocal: "Ohh, yeah. Mmm. Ahh." Apparently I was doing a good job. I pulled down gently on the skin of his shaft to fully expose his head and ridge and quickly went to work on them. I licked and lapped all over him like a thirsty dog on a hot day. My tongue seemed to be everywhere at once, a force of nature. I was hot and horny and taking out all my pent-up adolescent frustrations on him. I licked his glans like a lollipop and circled him with my tongue. I worked my way around the neck area, leaving no part unmolested. And Erik was clearly enjoying this. I could see that though he was lying back in the chair, he had his hands behind his head, propping himself up so he could watch me. His eyes were glued to me and his mouth was slightly open, emitting a now-continuous stream of "Ohh. Ahh. Ohh. Ugh." The hornier he got the hornier I got. I was loving this. I also realized that I was tasting his precum. I had never tasted this before and found it intoxicating. I was orally pleasuring this unbelievably hot 17-year-old lifeguard at the poolside, making him moan and ooze his juices just for me. Out of the seven billion people on this planet I was the only one with Erik's beautiful teenage cock in my mouth, tasting his intimate emissions. I fucking loved giving this stud an oral knob job and wanted it to last forever. However, all good things must end. I sensed that Erik was reaching the end, and I was determined to finish him off with a mind-bending orgasm. I focused more attention on his head and ridge and slowly picked up the pace. Feverishly working his head, neck, and shaft, it wasn't long before my efforts paid off. Erik's body tensed up as his six-pack abs became more pronounced. He started to tremble, every muscle hard as stone. "Oh, God, I'm almost there. I'm almost there. Oh, here it cums. Here it cums!" And with that Erik exploded. Hot spurt after hot spurt of his senior jizz jetted from his rod into my middle-school mouth. One, two, three -- I lost count of the shots but never stopped sucking, my tongue like a ferocious animal. Erik was shaking and moaning uncontrollably now. "Ohh! Ohh, God!! Yes!! Argh!! AARRGGHH!! AARRGGHH!! AARRGGHH!!" When it was over Erik was gasping for air like a drowning man who had just broken the surface. I had succeeded in blowing his mind -- among other things! Amid his exhausted panting he looked around frantically. "Shit! I didn't mean to be that loud. Nobody's around, so I don't think anybody heard me." He fell back into the chair and looked down at me with a look of awe on his face. "Damn, kid, that was fucking amazing! Maybe -- maybe you could do it again sometime?" I smiled up at him. Damn right I'd do it again. And again, and again... Feedback is always welcome. My email is orbl1415@gmail.com. If you like these stories, please consider a donation to Nifty.