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Riptide
Chapter 1
The Summer Job
A riptide is a dangerous ocean current. The only way to escape one is to just relax and swim parallel to the ocean shore; there is no point in fighting it. You will become tired and drown, which is how I've felt this past year.
I've been waiting for this all year – Summer break. I've worked so hard this year finishing up my last year of college. I couldn't think of anything besides graduation, except, maybe, the hot guys at school.
This last year was a rough year; I had to finish all of my major courses; I had to pass the graduate exam for graduate school; my boyfriend told me he wanted to take a break this year; and my parents haven't spoken to me since I told them I was gay, which is why I'm going to stay with my Uncle for the summer.
He lives at the beach and own a recreational facility for the average town he lives in. He offers a lot of programs, and I'm going to help him as a swimming teacher and life guard.
This will be a special time for me since I haven't seen him in over two years. My parents never really told me why they had a falling out, but they can be difficult sometimes.
After several hours on the road, I finally made it. I love the smell of the ocean. They built their facility right off the beach so we could offer assistance to the city as life guards.
I find the facility and see only a pickup truck. I pull into the parking lot and park. I look around and don't see anyone. I expected my uncle waiting for me outside, so I get out of my car and walks towards the main doors. I look through the glass window to find a middle aged hot looking gentleman working at the main desk, so I walk in, and he looks up at me saying, "Jason, is that you?" He has this silly grin on his face. "Oh my God, boy, look how you have grown." He walks from behind the desk and gives me this big bear hug; I can't breathe.
"Hey, Uncle Jack," I tell him.
"What's this uncle' business," he says. "Call me Jack; don't ever call me uncle.' I'm not that old." He wasn't what I was expecting at all. He looks really good and in shape, but he has looked good.
"Yes sir," I tell him.
"How was your trip?" he asks.
"It was long," I tell him. "I'm glad to be out of the car."
"I bet you are," he says. "That is a long trip." He looks at the clock, and we notice its lunch time. "Why don't we go to the house and have some lunch?"
"I need to get my stuff out of the car," I tell him.
"I'll take care of it for you," he says.
"Yes sir," I tell him. He has a house across the street from the beach. We walk across the busy road to the house; it's a beautiful home. "I still see you have the same old house."
"Yes sir," he says. "I like to keep an eye on things. I'm surprise you still remember."
I look at him and say, "Time with you is the only thing I remember, and it's the only pleasant thing in my life right now."
He places his hand around my neck and gently squeezes. "You just relax this summer and don't worry about anything."
He unlocks the door to his house. It's very simple place. It only has three bedrooms, a nice kitchen, and living room; not much has changed.
"I have plenty of food in the frig," he says. "I wanted to wait to buy food after you got here."
"I'm sure I can find something to eat," I tell him.
The phone begins to ring. "Would you get us something out to eat?" He walks over to the phone and checks the number while I get food out, but he doesn't answer the call.
"Who was it?" I ask.
"It was no one important," he tells me. "I'll call him back."
We sit at the table to enjoy lunch.
"Did you get our graduation gift?" he asks.
"Yes sir," I answer. "Thank you for the money."
"I'm sorry I couldn't make it to graduation," she says. "I really wanted to come."
"Why didn't you?" I ask.
"I wanted to be there Jason, but I was concerned if I encountered your parents; I was afraid they would make a scene, and I didn't want to ruin your special day. You know how dramatic your parents can be."
"It's okay," I tell him. "I would have wanted you there anyway, but it doesn't matter now. Besides, they didn't come either."
"They didn't come to your college graduation," he says angry. "Why?"
"I guess they're still angry with me," I tell them.
"Because you're gay," he says.
I look at him in shock. I didn't think he knew. "Yes sir," I say. "They didn't take it very well." I look at both of them who look into my eyes with pride. "I wasn't sure how you would take it."
"I don't care," he says. "I love you no matter what. You're my favorite nephew, and I don't care who you are as long as you are being who you are."
"Your parents called me that night cussing and fussing me out," he says. "They blamed me for your homosexuality. They believe you are gay because of all the Speedos and half naked boys you went swimming with around here."
"That's ridiculous," I tell him. "I'm gay because I'm attracted to guys. This is who I am. I'm not going to apologize to anyone."
"You don't have to," he says. "I love you in spite of our differences. You can't help it that your parents moved you up north."
I was a little apprehensive at first with living with him this summer, but it looks like it's going to be a great time. I'm comforted knowing he accepts me for who I am.
"Have you spoken with mom and dad?"
"No, they're not speaking to me either," he says. "They're angry with me because I wouldn't give them a loan for a new business plan your dad come up with, so they stopped talking to me."
"I'm sorry," I tell him.
"Don't apologize for your parents," he says. He looks at his watch and wipes his mouth off with the cloth napkin. "Excuse me, but I need to make a phone call. Just make yourself at home. I added a shower in the guest room."
"I didn't bring much clothes," I tell him.
"I went ahead and bought you some extra clothes," he says. "I hope they'll fit. Go get your shower, and by the time you're done, I'll have your suitcases up there."
"Yes sir," I say.
I get up from the table and walk through the house towards the guest room. I look at the pictures he has of me growing up. I'm the only nephew he has. He has always been good to me especially when my parents informed me they didn't really want me.
I walk inside my bedroom to find everything tidy. He bought me some nice and expensive clothes. He placed dark blue shorts on the bed along with a salmon color golf shirt with some socks and brand new brown sandals. I look at the sizes and amazed he knew my size.
I close the door and pull off my shirt. I look into the mirror looking over my body. I'm not a vain person, but I do like to stay in shape. I rub my hands over my nipples and six pack abs thinking about Mark, my ex-boyfriend. He always knew how to touch me, and I always got excited, but I shouldn't dwell on him, but I do miss him.
I unbutton my shorts and slide them off and slide off my blue briefs. I love the way the cool air feels on my naked body. I pick up my clothes and fold them placing them on the dresser. I look at my body in the mirror and pleased with how I do look.
I walk to the bathroom and turn on the shower. They have an old fashion ceramic tub which they have added a shower head in it. I get in the tub and feel the warm water pouring over my body; it really helps my sore muscles. I take the sponge and cover it with soap, and then I begin to slide the sponge over my body. I begin with my neck washing off the dirt then slide it over my chest; I can feel the firmness of my nipples which causes my cock to get excited. I run it over my abs feeling how good my body is, and I take it and wash over my cock which is now fully erect. I slide the sponge under my cock washing off my balls then sliding the sponge in my ass. I lift my leg and washing off each leg along with my feet. I hang the sponge up so it will dry, but I need to take care of business. I know I should do it, but I think about Mark while I wrap my hand around my cock and begin to stroke. I think about how beautiful Mark is; he's got a perfect body. He and I met on the baseball team in college; he looked amazingly good in a baseball uniform, but he looked fucking out of one. We were attracted to each other from the beginning. One day after practice, he and I were the last two in the locker room. We joined each other in the shower. I looked over his body, and my cock grew in pleasure. We walked over to each other and just started kissing, and we surrendered ourselves over to the passion of being together. He leaned me against the wall and started to kiss my body from my neck, over my chest and nipples, down my stomach, licking my belly button which is a sensitive spot also. He finally made it to my cock which was throbbing already. He sucked my cock so fucking good, and my balls fill up quickly causing me to cum in his mouth. He didn't take his mouth off; he sucked me dry; it was the first time anyone has every sucked me dry like that.
He then stood up and started to kiss me some more while turning me around. He started kissing my back moving down to my ass. He spread my cheeks and started sliding his tongue over my hole causing me to have an amazing sensation. He then stood up pushing his body close against me; I could feel his cock against my ass, and then suddenly, I felt his cock inside my ass. I'm so fucking horny right now. I start to stroke faster. He slid his cock deep inside me fucking me so good while kissing me. He takes his hands over my nipples squeezing them while fucking my ass; I can feel his balls against my ass when he starts to moan in my ear which gets louder as he cums inside me. As soon as I remember the first time cumming with him, I cum all over myself in the shower.
It felt so good and at the same time, I feel so fucking terrible. I sit in the tub holding my knees close to my chest and just start weeping. He really hurt me bad, and I fell for him just as bad. I thought we would spend the rest of our lives together, but he played with my mind and fucked with my heart. It will be hard falling in love again.
Once I cried until I couldn't cry anymore, I turned off the water and dried off. I wrapped the towel around me. I step outside and get dressed. I just sit there on my bed reflecting on what's taking place these past few weeks, but my quiet time is interrupted with a knock at the door.
"Come in," I say. Jack walks inside holding my suitcases. "Why didn't you let me help you?"
"You need to just relax," he says. He places my stuff on the bed and looks over me in my new clothes. "You look really good. How does everything fit?"
"They fit well," I tell him. "You did a good job of picking out my clothes."
"These smell bad," he says. "I'll take them down stairs and wash them."
"You don't need to do that," I tell him, but he zips it back up and slides it off the bed. He begins to open the other suit case, and there on top, he finds a picture of me and Mark. "Is this your boyfriend?"
I take the picture. "He's no longer my boyfriend."
"Do you want to talk about it?" he asks.
"No sir, not yet," I tell him.
"I know what you mean," he says. "It took me several months to talk about my boyfriend after he died."
I sit there shocked. I didn't know he was gay like me. "You're gay."
"I thought you knew," he says. "I just assumed your parents told you. It's one of the reasons they don't like me either."
"I always hoped," I say accidentally. "I mean, I always thought you were attracted."
"Thank you nephew," he says. "I think you're attractive too."
"What happened to him?" I ask.
He pulls out his wallet from his back pocket showing a picture of them together. "His name was Kyle, and he was just like me. He and were working on the beach as lifeguards when someone got stuck in a riptide, but they panicked. Kyle went to go help him, and they both drowned. I felt like dying that day."
"Oh my God, Jack," I said. "I'm so sorry. I didn't even know."
"It's okay," he says. "I was angry at everyone. I almost lost the business, but I had some friends who got me through it." He pats me on the leg. "Look, we've got a long time to catch up. We've got a meeting tonight, and there is someone I want you meet." He looks at his watch. "He should be here by now."
He grabs my suit case and leaves me alone. I place the picture on the mirror. I just sit there and stare at him trying to get a handle of my feelings. I take my phone and look up his number; I haven't yet erased his contact information. I want to call him so bad.
"Jason, can you come here?"
I place my phone in my pocket and walk down stairs. I can hear a new voice talking with Jack, so I slowly walk down the stairs to find a good looking gentleman standing in the room talking to them. He's wearing dark blue shorts with a white t-shirt.
"Jason," says Jack. "I would like for you to meet Josh. He will be working with us this summer as well."
"It's nice to meet you," I say shaking his hand. I look into his gorgeous blue eyes and look at his blond hair. Damn, he is cute.
"It's nice to meet you, Jason," says Josh. "Your Uncle has told me a lot about you."
"I hope he hasn't told you everything," I say.
"I wanted you to look at our uniforms," he says. "I think they look good."
"I like it," I tell him.
"Josh is going to go and clean the pool before tonight's meeting," he says.
"Good," I say.
"You two are going to be my lead teachers this summer," he says.
"Jack, it's not going to look good if you promote your nephew," I say.
"I don't have a choice," he says. "You two are the best I've got, and the guys I've hired are new at this, so I don't have a choice." He looks over to Josh and says, "We need to get going."
They leave the house walking towards the facility. I stare at Josh's ass, but I can't tell how firm or round it might be because the shorts are loose, but I bet he's got a hot body. I close the door staring at them noticing Josh looking back at me smiling. I shake my head snapping out of the sexual tension I'm feeling. He's just another arrogant jock who thinks he can get whoever or whatever he wants.
I step outside on the front porch enjoying this beautiful weather wondering if I've made the right choice. I've probably should have gone to a monastery this summer, but wherever I go, guys will be there, so I guess I'll make the best of the summer this year.