— Previously published in Inches magazine - July, 1999 —

— Lifeguards Drown in Hot Creamy Surge —

Each summer, they sat like sun-kissed gods in their high towers, gazing out to sea. I admired them from before the time I realized I liked dick. They were saviors, patrolling the hot white sands. They were Men among men. And in the Golden Summer of '79, I was one of them — a lifeguard. Of all the studly young guards on duty, no one could set my juices boiling quite like Gaetano. The instant I laid eyes on him, cum hummed in my balls, and I proceeded to pop a huge, rigid, twenty-one year old boner. The urgent cock-strong kind of hard-on that defies all the laws of gravity.

Being of Black and Italian heritage, his skin was a luminous shade of honey. His hair, jet-black curls offsetting light hazel eyes. Everyone called him "Guy," and man, this guy was way beyond beautiful! He stood five-eleven, and weighed in a sturdy muscle-packed hundred and eighty-five pounds. And whatever he packed below, slung down like a banana in a wicked-long protrusion shooting from his Speedo.

When wet, Gaetano's buffed body glowed with the hot oozing possibility of sex. But I didn't know which way he leaned. Both women and men had eyes for him. I'm sure some people even faked drowning in hopes Guy would swim out, wrap a burly arm around them and lead them back to shore. Though dusted in black fur, his torso was a perfect V-shape, similar to my own. I was naturally thin, and needed leg work. But Guy possessed long, hot, hairless legs. His quads and calves were rivals in size. His hamstrings jutted in magnificent bulges. Watching them tense and flex as he used the weight machines after hours sent me dashing for a cold shower.

Late one night, after working out in the weight room, Guy walked in, freshly pumped and hulking with sweat. He looked enormous. There I was, standing under ice-cold water, my joint showing serious shrinkage. He grinned, pointed at my little waterlogged johnson, and said, "Dang, dude! I hope that water's cold, 'cause your meat damn sure looks puny, man!"

"Yeah, well, it wasn't so puny a few minutes ago!" I yelled, hoping he'd caught my drift.

"Oh, yeah? Well, was it as big as this motherfucker here?" he asked dipping inside his shorts. Just then, he yanked the waistband, peeled down his jock, and out flops a freaking dick that could scare a fucking stallion back into the barn! DAMN! Talk about localized elephantitus! To simply call it a cock would be a gross understatement. This thing was a God-damn schlong! Even in its vaguely turgid state, this tool was one hell of an impressive shank of meat. So big and hot in its natural state, its mold was brawny. The fucking hang of it looked positively dangerous!

"So?" he teased.

"Ah, uh, not hardly," I mumbled, absolutely stupefied.

He proceeded to get naked, and he and his big flopping dick stepped under a separate nozzle. Man! Seeing it in the flesh made him even hotter. Almost wished I hadn't seen it, because I couldn't keep my mind on anything else. The vision has burned in my brain throughout my cock-beating life! Ah! How its downward curve extended a full six inches past his low, hairless nuts. How it tumbled down in a shroud of mahogany skin and gathered into a blunt nipple at the tip. Right then, even under cold water, my stubborn bone betrayed me. In seconds, the fucker arched and kept lifting, tilting up until it was hard and vertical. I turned quickly, and started soaping my ass, hoping he hadn't noticed the bold specter of my erection. But he had. Hell! Who could miss it!

From the corner of my eye, he was still the hottest thing since sunburn. His chest glistened like proud armor above washboard abs. He's blessed with the kind of muscular thighs I'd kill for! His naked bubble-ass resembles two basketballs fused into one perfect globe. A steady stream drained from his piss-hole, down his nuts. It wasn't fair. Schlong guys have all the luck! As I'm lathering my butt, my back to him, he draws closer. Soon his beefy body's right next to mine. He's soaping that long appendage with slow and lazy strokes, and I swear I felt his eyes on my ass.

"Ever jerk off in here, after a shift, man?" he asked.

"All the time. Especially when no one's around," I confessed.

Gaetano shut off his nozzle. I hear the WHACK of wet schlong slapping to his thigh as he said, "Turn around, man. Let me see it."

I turned slowly, erect cock punching from my soapy fist, and gave him a peek of my stuff.

"Damn, dude! I sure couldn't tell it a few minutes ago, but you've got good size dick on you!" he said, surveying my eight-inch rod. "Man! You're full of surprises!" he grinned.

I look down at him, and his dick's a long, wet monument. He and it looked like sex incarnate. When he skinned it back — shit! — that fucker must've been eleven inches, at least! Those immense low-hangers now sat high, practically choking the base of his gigantic schlong.

"C'mon! Let's stroke these big motherfuckers and see who shoots the most!" he suggested, pulling his johnson so far up his belly its tip nearly touched his nipple. Then he let it slap down his dampened thigh with a wet and sudsy THWACK!

"A-OK. Sounds like a plan," I panted in agreement, staring at the hottest dick on the beach.

He slowly raked the foreskin from the awesome dong's head, and played with his thick cum-packed balls. Then, smiling slyly my way, he jacked that soggy copper schlong with slow and lazy strokes. Excited, I began in earnest, ruggedly flogging my hard, reddening boner. He watched intently. There's a silent charge between us. We found a kinky rhythm to our strokes. All the while, he's making these hot, tensing faces: Puckering sensuous lips, darting his tongue, and slowly, hotly gyrating his hips. Shit! He posed and teased better than all those shiny boys on film. I began jerking off with a vengeance. He's the only fodder I need. His huge, soap-laden schlong was now sliding recklessly in his fist, making these hot whipping noises. Guy spread his brawny legs wide, and ran both hands along that stout brown log, beating it, working it white with glossy bubbles.

I pretended that big black dick was inside me, fucking me raw. I imagined taking it deep up the ass. The pain of it. The heat. The thrust! I closed my eyes and let the fantasy take hold... But then, Gaetano sort of snaked his hand in back of me, and boldly clutched my wet cheeks. Hello!

"You gay guys have the best asses. Real nice. Think it can take a finger?" he hissed.

My eyes shot wide open! Before I stammered an answer, he jabbed a long blunt digit up my chute! Shit! I flinched, felt instantly weak. My fucking knees buckled from the anticipated JOLT!

I dipped down, a breath away from his ripe dark nipples. I grabbed on, twisted one. Every muscle flexed as his body vaulted from the pleasure. Ah! Yes! I began sucking his luscious brown-man tit, and Guy shivered, loving it. His huge schlong banged hard against my belly. His finger motioned deeper inside me, jabbing, stabbing it, making my heated asshole even hotter!

Guy slid his finger out. He slowly guided my lips past his nipples, down his hard-pounding belly. I darted my tongue impulsively, licking every well-defined sinew. He gently nudged me further down where his huge looming dick awaited. Breathless, I snatched its spongy crown up in a greedy gobble.

"Ooooo!" he cried.