This story depicts sexual relations with consenting teenage boys. You know whether it's legal for you to read this or not. If stories of this nature offend you, I'm not sure how you managed to stumble onto this in the first place, but now is a good time to exit out of this before your girlfriend sees it on your internet history.
Also. The places in this story are very real, the people are far from it. Any resemblance to someone you know, alive or dead, is purely coincidental. Just read the fricken story.
Enjoy!
~Mark.
Lessons in Lifeguarding: Chapter One
Zachary Elstone smiled to himself as he recalled his previous night's adventure to a rich suburb of Metro-Detroit. He had met up with a hot rich boy from the internet, and anyone could tell he wasn't dissapointed with the outcome of the encounter if they took note of the slight waddle Zack had developed seemingly overnight.
He fished in his pocket for the vibrating cell phone that read "Joe Farmington." Shaking his head, he red-buttoned the phone call, sending it straight to his voice mail. Boys should know better than to call the first day after a hook-up-- especially rich boys packing the heat Joe did.
At 17, Zack had a reputation for having slightly loose morals. He wasn't a slut by any means, but as the song goes, "the girl gets around." In his cell phone, he had the usual contacts-- friends, family and parents-- but his phone book also had forty-some entries with just a first name and a city after them. Zack opened his phone and scrolled through the list, shuddering as he recalled the way that Josh from Lake Orion kissed, and the way that he screamed when Adam from Dearborn was ramming his inhumanly large cock into his prostate.
Yeah. Maybe Zack was a little bit of a slut.
He fluffed his shaggy hair quickly and tilted on a red baseball cap that was his second favorite piece of his work uniform. Zack worked summers at his local city pool as a lifeguard, and his favorite part of the job was walking around in a pair of bright red jammers that accentuated his firm yet bubbled butt that tops went crazy for. He did a final check of himself in the mirror. Loose sweats, a white "LIFEGUARD" tee and a pair of black flip flops looked good on him, unlike some of his less than desirable co-workers.
Zack loved his job, but he had to pay so much attention to the patrons of his pool, he couldn't spend very much time scoping out the young men in their swimwear. Every moment spent checking out the slender young blonde that frequented the pool was a moment Zack wasn't watching the seventy year old woman with varicose veins and arm wings.
The only time Zack every really got to check people out was in the lockers before and after his shifts.
A rule of the aquatics director where Zack worked was that every guard had to get to the pool fifteen minutes before their shift started and use the staff lockers(not the patron) to shower up and get ready to work. They didn't get paid for the fifteen minutes, but the hourly rate for all the guards was pretty high, so no one complained.
The problem with the staff lockers was that he was the only cute guard. Sure, there were a bunch of curvy females with barely covered naughty regions, but Zack held little interest in the anatomy of the fairer sex. The guys Zack worked with were either too old to be considered eye candy or too chubby to be worth a second glance. That is, until today.
Zack walked into the showers and saw a muscled young stud naked and soaping up a low hanging four inch soft cock.
"Uhm...wow, hi. I hate to inturrupt this, but this is the staff locker," he informed the not completely unwelcome guest.
"Yeah, I know," drawled the young man who proceeded to blush and sheepishly turn around when he remembered he wasn't alone in the lockers. "I just got hired in last week," he continued in a slight Southern accent, "I showed up early for my training 'cause the boss said we had to shower before our shift and I kinda wanted to get done before anyone came in."
Zack just stood there for a second and grinned to himself. He opened his mouth to inform the mystery bather that most people just rinsed down over their bathing suits but couldn't find the heart to tell him...not to mention he was enjoying the free show.
"Well I guess your plan didn't work out so hot," Zack finally replied, and then, eying the new guy's erection added, "or maybe it did."
"Uhh. Sorry. About, uhm, this. Wow what an awkward way to meet," the boy added before extending his now soap-free hand, "I'm James.
"I'm Zachary Elstone. My friends call me Zack, but you can call me anytime you want."
"Thanks. I think."
Even though the exchange only took about two minutes, James started to feel awkward standing there in nature's own and turned off the shower head, wrapping a towel loosely around his hips.
"Well, I'm going to go change into my uniform and I guess I'll see you out on the deck."
"That's not the only place you'll see me if you're lucky, kiddo. I'll catch you later though," replied Zack.
As James departed the communal showers, Zack watched as the towel slid down James' form until the pert cheeks of his butt revealed themselves, dying to be worshipped by Zachary's mouth. 'For another day,' thought Zack, 'I laid it on pretty thick earlier. If the poor kid isn't gay, I've probably scarred him for life.'
Zack deposited his stuff in locker 69, the locker that had been his for his past two years at the pool, and took a quick rinse before punching in on the pool's electric time clock.
When he punched in he saw that he had been taken off the rotation schedule for the day and re-scheduled as a trainer-- no doubtedly for James-- and he almost laughed aloud. For some reason, the aquatics director only let guys train with guys and girls train with girls-- something about not being distracted by the opposite sex. This had always made Zachary laugh because the aquatics director was a hopelessly closeted gay and Zack thought he only put guys together so he could perv on them in close proximity during training sessions.
Regardless, he was going to spend the next five hours with a very cute boy, and he wasn't about to complain.
When Zack got onto the deck, Jeff, the director, approached him with James and informed him that he would spend his next three shifts training the young man.
"Zachary, this is James. He was a head lifeguard at his pool in Texas, so I'm not so much worried about you training him as in showing him how we do things around here," explained Jeff.
"Yeah, we've already been introduced," smiled Zack, causing James' blemish free cheeks to color.
"Good then, less time for pleasantries and more time to get to work! Zack, why don't you start with a tour of the facility and show him all of the rotation positions."
'I'll show him all of the positions he'll ever need to know,' thought Zack, tossing a lecherous look in James' direction.
James, oblivious to the double meaning, smiled at Zack, albeit awkwardly.
For the next four hours, Zack explained the rotation stations, located the cleaning supplies, and reviewed emergency plans. BORING. When James was filling out the end of training day one crew worksheet in the staff office, Zack finally took the opportunity to appraise the fully clothed wonder. James was about 6'1" with a muscular build that was bulked without looking stocky. He had spikey black hair and Italian features in his face. James didn't look like he'd just stepped out of a brand name clothing catalogue, but he did have a cute face and a killer smile that had Zack wanting more.
"So James, do you live around here?"
"Yeah, I actually live like ten minutes north of here."
"Where?"
"The Hatherly Place subdivision"
"...Are you kidding me??"
"No?"
"That's my subdivision too! How crazy."
"That's a pretty big coincidence," replied James, immediately thinking how awesome it was to finally meet someone.
"How come I haven't seen you around anywhere?"
"My mom insisted that we get completely unpacked before I was allowed to see the light of day. We spent two full days just getting all of our stuff out of boxes and into the rooms, let alone actually decorating," James said with a half chuckle, half sigh.
"That explains things, I guess."
"Yep."
There was a slightly awkward silence where both boys were just looking into eachother's eyes and wondering who was going to ask whom to hang out. Zack decided to take the plunge.
"Well if you're not doing anything today, we could chill at my house and watch a movie or something?"
"Yeah, I'm not busy. Let me just call my mom and let her know that I won't be home right away," James said grinning like a school boy.
James then followed Zack to Zack's house which happened to be only four blocks away from his own, a fact that James later recounted to Zachary, and stepped into the doorway of a house who's architecture was identical to his own.
"Man, we have almost the same house on the inside," remarked James.
"Well then you already know your way around, go on upstairs and i'll let my mom know we have company."
"Alright, sounds good."
James ventured up the stairs, and soon realized he had no idea which room belonged to Zachary. He took a guess and opened the door that would have been his own. He looked into a room that was a montage of large posters showing Michael Phelps bulging out of a speedo, framed movie posters from the 40's and 50's, and a couple of nearly naked men that James had never seen before. ?This guy must really dig his sports.?
James jumped when a set of hands groped his ass. He turned around to look at Zack, who had changed into a pair of nylon soccer shorts.
"Mmmm, fresh meat, I see. Zack might even top for an ass like this."
James blushed profusely and looked at Zack, wondering why he had changed into almost nothing.
"Uhmmmm. Since when does 'Zack' talk in the third person?"
"He doesn't," replied the boy, "I'm Brad-- Zack's identical twin."
He stared at the boy, confused.
"Don't get your hopes up, we don't do the twincest thing. Besides, I'm straight as an arrow," replied Brad.
"I see you found my room," Zack called out as he bounded up the stairs, "and my hot twin brother," he continued when he saw Brad standing in his room.
"You perv, I'm your brother." Brad countered.
"Yeah, but you look exactly like me. And everyone knows if I could find a way to do myself I would."
"See what you're getting involved with?" Brad said, turning to James.
"Whoa, whoa. We are far from involved, I'm not even sure James likes boys, Bradley," Zack defended.
James blushed and looked away, muttering something about a girlfriend in Texas.
Brad shook his head and walked out of the room, muttering something about crazy gays.
"So," Zack began, "do you pitch or do you catch?"
James looked at Zack blankly for a moment, wondering how the subject of baseball had come up.
"I'm a pretty okay pitcher, I've never really tried catching before."
"Well, let's get to that movie, eh?" Zack chuckled, realizing this boy might not be gay after all.
"Yeah, let's see what you've got."
James looked around the room and saw one of the DVD's matched a poster on his wall. The movie was called "Gentlemen Prefer Blondes" and had Marilyn Monroe on the cover.
"That is one of my favorite movies ever, I'm not even kidding."
"What's it about?" asked James.
"It's a comedy...and a musical-- but I swear it isn't lame, you'll like it."
James, growing up in a heavily conservative home, had never really been one for movie musicals but what the heck. He was with a hot boy, they could watch Barney and he'd probably be just as happy.
An hour later, the boys were laying next to eachother laughing their tails off when Marilyn gave her famous speech, "Men having money is like women being pretty. You wouldn't marry someone just because of it, but GOSH doesn't it help??" James, never having heard it before, laughed until he rolled over into Zack's personal space. Zack took advantage of this and wrestled himself on top of James, strattling him.
James began to look nervous when Zack hooked his fingers into claws and James started laughing even before Zack tickled him mercilessly.
During the struggle, James began to develop a not-so-little problem as his eight inch cock swelled to full mast at the contact with Zack's perfect body.
Zack held James' arms to his sides and looked into his eyes as they both breathed heavily.
Zack inched his face closer and closer to James, but just as it looked like they would kiss, Zack moved his mouth to James' ear and whispered, "Just for the record, I prefer to catch," right before rubbing his tight ass along James' lengthy shaft, causing James to shudder inwardly.
Zack took James' shiver as an invite to go further. He lowered his lips to James' neck and began to suck on his neck.
James, hitherto mesmerized by Zack's ministrations, finally realized what was happening and did what any self-respecting heterosexual male would do.
He pushed him off.
"Zack. What the fuck, dude?" James said in disgust as he glared into Zack's hurt eyes, "I don't do that gay shit."
Zack stood, stunned, as James gathered up his stuff and trampled down his hardwood stairs, a gym bag covering his massive erection.
Bradley bolted into the room from next door to see Zack sitting on his bed, nearly in tears, something he hadn't seen in years.
"Z...you actually have a heart?" Brad mocked.
Zack picked up a pillow and pitched it at his brother, "Go fuck yourself Bradley, honestly." He shouted before breaking down entirely.
'What just happened? Since when could I NOT see when someone is gay or not?!? I'm Zachary Fucking Elstone. And even if he were straight, he wouldn't be my first convert...Christ.' He rubbed his shoulder where he had been pushed off of his bed, turned off the movie, and cuddled under his down comforter to cry himself to sleep.
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