Benefits of Being Hung at My Lifeguarding Job in High School 2-3

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Chapter 2: Pancakes

Once my refractory period ended, I was no longer ashamed. I was invigorated that I had done something sexual for the first time, even if it was with a guy. I cast aside any concerns, and even started thinking that maybe one of these milfs would have the same response to my package.

Turns out, I was mostly attracting the attention from random guys.

There were these two guys from another school that were around all day. I recognized them from being around town sometimes, and they just seemed like buddies pal-ing around, maybe getting into a little trouble. Everyone was eighteen.

I kept catching them looking at me, and I started to put together that they were noticing my cock as well.  The shorts, the stand, the angle. I just shook me head that yet more guys were giving me attention instead of girls, but this time I thought fuck it, and I started showing off a little. Extra stretches. Spreading my legs a bit. Even getting a boner at one point and making it bounce. It worked. I literally saw one of them, Chris, chuckle and poke his buddy when I did it. They kept checking me out. Then I started getting hard on the chair and had to shift so that it wasn't obvious to literally everyone. The guys smirked like they knew.

During adult lap swim they stayed two lanes over from our seniors class, not really there for laps. They had dirty blonde hair, like they had gotten highlights from spending a lot of time in the sun. The taller one, Nate, was pretty thin except for his shoulders, and he had a big, round butt that stuck out noticeably. It stuck to his body when he stepped out of the water and I found myself staring at it subconsciously, when the other guy pantsed him right in front of me. His white, hairless butt was on full display for a moment while he scrambled to pull them up. I laughed, and yelled at them with the lifeguard cone. "No nudity, guys", but there was something exciting about seeing his ass. That guy Ryan from earlier had made me horny, and made me realize that guys have something that can satisfy my hormone-addled, virgin brain. They gave a nod of contrition and continued elbowing each other as they sat down on a bench and pulled out snacks. Every time I looked their way, they waved. I would give the lifeguard nod and continue scanning the deck.

“Closing in twenty,” I called.

“We’re waiting on a friend,” the smiling one said. “Mind if we sit on the far bench?”

“Yeah, just stay clear of the water,” I said. I normally wouldn't let anyone hang out, but I was in a different place that day. And I couldn't find the word yet in my head, but there was something "cute" about how they were looking at me, admiring me.

They stayed and didn’t cause any problems. The last group of swimmers left. I locked the snack bar and checked the doors. It was just staff and those two. I should have sent them out at that point, but I didn’t. I waved them over.

“We can help with the lane lines,” the tall one said. “I’m Nate. This is Chris.”

“Cody,” I said, then tapped my name tag. “You know that.”

Nate grinned. “Tournament kid. Your serve is mean.”

"Oh you've seen me play tennis?"

"Yeah, I only just recognized you now though."

"Then why were you looking at me all day?" I said with a smirk, casually jutting my hips forward to show off the bulge in my lifeguard shorts.

Chris glanced down, then up, with a smile on his face. “Your shorts are doing crazy things, man. Sorry. Not sorry.”

I laughed. “You're bold.”

They smirked for a moment. "I saw your ass earlier," I said to Nate. "Nice couple of pancakes."

He chuckled and looked at me like I was an idiot, but replied, "You wanna take a bite?"

I almost blushed at that one, laughing along with them.

Chris tilted his head. “We don't have anything going on today,” he said like he was implying something.

“You guys just gonna... hang out around here?” I asked.

Nate looked at Chris, then at me. “We do more than hang out.”

I paused. “Are you guys gay?”

They both looked a little sheepish at the question.

“Yeah,” Chris said. "But it's kind of a secret."

"I should've realized it was more than just a modest appreciation."

"You're so hot," Chris said.

Images flashed in my head of getting serviced by both of them. A literal small harem of guys who are so horny they can't help themselves.

"Do you guys like sucking dick?"

"Hell yeah," they said almost in unison. I smiled. 

Nate added, “We like teaming up to pleasure straight guys who are curious. We've got a couple regulars at our school."

My shorts tented obscenely at that moment. I pictured them on their knees for me, and completely lost focus on what I was supposed to be doing. Nate just smirked and returned to pulling in the gear from the pool.

We hauled the lines and stacked them. They worked fast and kept close. When we finished, they didn’t leave.

“Busy day?” Nate asked.

“Yeah,” I said. “Good day.”

“Want to sit?” Chris asked. “We can go if it’s weird.”

“No it’s cool,” I said, and sat on the bench. Chris sat on my left. Nate on my right. We did small talk for another minute or so. Our knees bumped. Our shoulders touched. It was on purpose.

Nate said, “Hey.”

When I turned to him, he was an inch from my face. He leaned forward and tried to kiss me, but I moved my head back. I had a fantasy, and it was sort of specific, and didn't include that. He looked a little surprised, and I put a hand on the back of his head. He just looked me in the eye, as I gently pressed his head downward. He acquiesced quickly and shoved his face into my crotch, mouthing my boner over the shorts and breathing in deeply through his nose.

Chris smiled like he heard a bell go off, and started putting his hands on me, rubbing my chest and my back. I looked over at him, and took in the sight. He had more muscle tone than Nate, and small, pink nipples. He leaned forward and kissed my neck. It tingled and felt amazing. He breathed in my ear, which was a little intense, but was a perfect compliment to Nate rubbing my crotch.

Hands on my chest, then my waist. I guided them both without thinking. Touch me here. Lick my nipple. Grip my shaft. Slower. Faster. No words were shared, just little grunts from them and moans from me. I liked it even more than I expected.

"Should we do this out here on the deck?" Nate asked, pulling his head up from my crotch.

“The family changing room,” I said. “It locks.”

We grabbed our bags to look normal and went inside. Lights on. I locked the door and when I turned around Chris was pressing against me. He stepped on his tip toes to try and kiss me, but just like with Nate, I stopped him with a hand on his head. He smirked and dropped to his knees, joined shortly by Nate.

They pulled off my shorts together and when my cock sprang out it nearly hit them in the face. I was dribbling some pre-cum, and they practically bumped heads trying to lick it at the same time. I closed my eyes, with a hand on each of their heads, as they explored my cock with their hands and tongues. There was room for multiple hands up and down my shaft as they milked more pre-cum out of me, and a tongue on my balls was heaven as well. When they kissed either side of my shaft, I started humping between their slobbering mouths, until I pressed Nate's face to the front of my cock and pried open his lips with it.

He struggled to open wide enough, as I told him to watch his teeth. His lips stretched as I felt the hot velvet of a tongue again on my cock. In that moment, I remember thinking that this was all I wanted for the rest of my life. I didn't know it was going to keep getting even better. 

"This is the biggest cock I've ever seen," Chris said, tugging my balls tightly while Nate ran his tongue around the head of my cock. Nate grunted in agreement, his mouth too full to speak.

Chris started to pull off his shorts, and just as I was about to tell him to keep them on, I saw he was wearing a jock strap. I had never worn one in the sports I played, so it took me a minute to even recognize what it was. That's fucking perfect, I thought to myself, all ass, no dick. Why don't more guys do this?

Nate followed in removing his shorts, revealing a dark blue jock strap with light green trim, a flashier version of Chris' black one. They rubbed themselves over the crotch of their jocks, without taking their dicks out, like they were reading my mind. I got a great view of two hairless asses from above, and two hot mouths on my junk.

I didn't think it could get any better than that, until Chris started playing with my ass. At first I flinched, like it was ticklish or something, but then it felt good when he massaged my hole.

"Fuck," I said, exhaling. Chris took that as a positive cue and pulled my cheeks apart.

"What are you—" I started to ask, but the words broke apart when he surprised me. His tongue hit me first, quick and deliberate, and the shock of it made my whole body tighten. I grabbed his head instinctively, not to stop him but to steady myself. My other hand found Nate’s hair, guiding him the way I liked, urging him deeper.

At first it was all confusion. What he was doing, how it could feel that good? But then my body caught up. The nerves started to fire in rhythm with what they were both doing. I leaned back on my heels, then bent forward a bit, making my ass more accessible to him, my legs shaking a little, trying to hold myself together. Every few seconds I’d try to talk, to say something, but it always came out as a gasp or half a "fuck".

Chris was deliberate about it. Every time I flinched he adjusted, then moved quicker, pushing me. Nate matched his pace without looking up, both of them working together like they’d done this exact thing many times. It was intense, too much to process at once, and I didn’t want it to stop. I let them move how they wanted, and my hands just held them there, both of them, their warmth guiding me to nirvana.

I didn’t know if I was supposed to enjoy something like that, but my body made the decision for me. Ass play was a crazy concept to me, and I literally did not even know that it was supposed to feel good. I always thought, even in porn, that it was just a favor to the guy fucking you, and a friendly thing that gay guys did for each other.

The pressure in me built fast, the two heads pleasuring me syncing with each other, the sound of their breathing mixing with mine. I felt the edges of everything blur for a second and realized I was gripping their hair too tight. I eased up, trying to breathe, but the pleasure just climbed higher.

I looked down for a moment, one head between my thighs, choking on my cock, the other munching my ass like it was ice cream, both of them focused, like they couldn’t get enough. It hit me how far I’d gone in one day. All those years watching porn had apparently programmed me to take what I want when the opportunity finally came. I felt like I had been chosen for this.

Chris came up for air for a second, looking up at me with a grin and catching his breath, covered in his own spit. He didn’t even say anything before going back in, slower now, like he was trying to drag it out. Nate followed his lead, moving excruciatingly slowly on my cock, until I started humping his mouth to get the rhythm going. I held his head, while Chris stayed buried between my cheeks, and humped back and forth between them, a tongue doing its job on each end.

By then, I stopped thinking altogether. My brain completely shut off except for the single thought of wanting more pleasure. Every muscle in my body tensed as the pressure built from everything they were doing to me. Nate’s rhythm with his tongue slowed slightly as if he could sense how close I was. Chris kept going with the same focus, his tongue pressing deeper, and every movement sent another jolt through me, a new height of ecastasy. I started to move with them, pushing forward into Nate’s mouth, then back toward Chris’s tongue. I wasn’t even trying to take control of them anymore, I just needed release. It was a mix of pleasure and desperation.

Each thrust made the tension worse in the best way, a slow climb that felt like it would never stop. My breathing got shorter and sharper, until I felt hot in my chest, and my heart raced. My cock looked so big in Nate's small mouth, and his eyes watered as I made him gag repeatedly on me. I muttered words I didn’t even mean to say, small things like “don’t stop” and “right there.” They groaned a bit, the male voices weirdly making me lose myself further. I could feel my heartbeat in my ears, my skin flushed hot, every nerve wound tight and ready to snap as I moved rapidly, getting a cardio workout.

Then Chris’s tongue hit the right spot again, and Nate swallowed harder, and everything blurred together. The pleasure hit me so fast it was almost disorienting. I couldn’t tell where one sensation ended and the other began. I felt myself start to shake, trying to stay upright, but my legs buckled slightly as I let go completely. The orgasm tore through me like a bolt of lightning straight to my core, one wave after another, and I couldn’t breathe. My hands tightened on both of them for balance, just holding on as it kept coming, longer than I thought possible. I felt my hole tense in pulses on Chris' tongue while his face stayed buried, his tongue still dancing inside me. Nate gagged and tightened on my dick as he tried and failed to swallow everything, letting my white goo drip out of his juicy lips instead.

When it finally eased up, I leaned forward, catching my breath, my chest rising and falling like I’d just run a marathon. My whole body felt light, empty, and satisfied all at once. I looked down at the two of them, both panting, both looking up at me like they were proud of what they’d done. Their faces were red and sweaty and covered in juices. I wasn’t embarrassed at all. I just knew that I would be doing stuff like this from now on. It was meant to be. I was amazed by how intense it had been, how natural it felt, and how much more I wanted.

For a moment, we stayed there breathing hard, sweat on my forehead. My fingers were still tangled in their hair. I realized how badly I wanted to pull them both up and keep going, even after just having cum, and not for my first time that day.

I got a bit weired, pressing their faces together, watching the way they would do anything I wanted. I felt a surge of power and hunger, and they just looked at me with puppy dog eyes, as grateful for the experience as I was, until Nate picked up his shorts off the floor and pulled lube from the pocket like he planned ahead, holding it up meekly.

Chris looked at me. “You ever gone all the way?”

Chapter 3: Instagram Cock

Nate picked up his shorts off the floor and pulled lube from the pocket like he planned ahead, holding it up meekly.

Chris looked at me. “You ever gone all the way?”

“No,” I admitted. “Not with anyone.”

“You want to?” he asked.

I nodded. “Yeah.”

Even after all the action that day, I was rock hard after hearing that. I was finally going to lose my virginity, and feel the deep warmth of a body squeezing around my cock.

I was high on the attention of the day, and jump up at Chris, lifting his legs, and seeing his pink, hairless hole winking at me, his jock strap revealing the exact parts of him I wanted to see.

Nate squirted lube onto us and stroked me to rub it in. As much as I wanted to fuck him hard and rough for my first time, I also wanted to be good at sex, so I probed him slowly, assuming it would feel better that way. Nate was actually the one who escalated things, massaging my ass and then pushing my hips into his buddy. Chris laid back and took it all like a champ. I watched his face tense up as I pressed into him deeply, but I lost focus on him once I felt the heat and warm, lubed up wetness on my cock. I sank down and let our chests touch. It was the best feeling of my life, and I never wanted it to end. As soon as I got balls deep, all I knew in the world was that I wanted to put it in him again. I couldn't pull out fast enough, and shoved it back into him, pressing hard at the end, trying to feel every centimeter of his insides that I could. His body wrapped around me, molded onto the shape of my large cock. I watched his hole spread open for me, and felt his heartbeat when I touched his chest.

There was a moment where everything settled. My feet pressed to the cool tile. Chris fit against me like a warm blanket on my cock, and his body underneath me felt like heaven. I even leaned down and licked his nipples, lost in the moment. Nate’s breath stayed in my ear as he rubbed my body while I pummeled his friend. The world outside the door faded into just the hum of pool filters and our Chris' quiet moans that were escalating in frequency and volume. I pushed and he met me, sort of pulling me into him concurrently. The pressure turned clean. I kept my pace, counted it out, let the heat build in my body. No rush to orgasm after having my pleasure so many times that day already.

Nate did something unexpected next. He climbed over his buddy, and put his ass in my face. 

"You want some pancakes?" he whispered. I normally would have laughed at such a stupid metaphor, but it was my fault for starting it earlier when I couldn't think straight. I looked at the hairless ass in front of me. You would barely be able to tell it was a guy. And I couldn't deny that I enjoyed the sight. I leaned forward and let his plump, taut little cheeks envelope my face, and stuck out my tongue to lick. 

His hole was warm, and the taste was strong. It was a boy's body filling my mouth, and I did not care in the slightest. It was a hole, and it was perfect. I just treated it like I was making out with it, and he leaned in forcefully onto my face and moaned while I pounded Chris. I think I heard them making out while my face was buried in Nate's ass, and somehow that was even hotter. There were no strings with me using their bodies for my pleasure. They were doing this with each other, and I was just a prop for them. A big piece of man meat to play with.

I tightened my grip on Chris, drew him in deeper, held, then drew him back. I was pretty sure I could see my cock bulging out of his abs when I pressed in all the way. It was kind of surreal to see that, and I put my hand there to confirm that I could feel it. I was literally stretching his body on the inside, and the thought made me so hot I almost came just from that. Nate’s hand reached back and groped my hair, pulling me back to his ass, and I ate it greedily. My attention was split on the pleasure in my cock and the gorgeous ass in my face. I found myself getting so hyped up on the energy of it all that I was flexing my body, just for show, even if it was just for them.

I pummeled Chris fast, making Nate lose his balance. He sat on his buddy's face and made him eat him out while he stared at my face. I was looking down at my cock rapidly destroying Chris' hole.

"I'm gonna cum in you," I said, not a request, just a statement. 

"Do it," Nate said. Chris grunted into Nate's ass in acknowledgement, and I reached the edge. My dick felt the most pleasure it had ever felt as I pumped out yet another load, this time directly into a guy's ass. It lasted a long time, and when it finally felt over, I slipped out of him, staring at his gaping, red hole that I had created, and even his bulging, throbbing pouch in his jock strap. It was soaking wet, no doubt full of pre-cum from all the horny escapades and not getting off.

Nate pulled off his face and let him catch his breath. He looked like he had just been through a difficult workout, and I was happy that I had been the one to give it to him.

"That's a lot of pre-cum," I said.

"It's cum," Chris said between breaths.

"You can CUM from that??" I asked, incredulously.

"Sometimes," he said, "if it's good enough."

"Jesus fucking christ," I muttered, glowing from the compliment.

We stayed still for a long minute and let our pulse slow. I felt so calm, I wondered if I would ever be the same person again. I literally felt taller. Even though I was already six-one, I felt like I was an NBA player.

We cleaned ourselves up with towels and got dressed, chatting about how fun that was. I didn't acknowledge that Nate didn't get to cum. I was afraid he would take out his dick and jerk off in front of me. 

"You learned fast," Chris said.

"I watch a lot of porn," I said.

We all laughed and even cackled a bit. The atmosphere just made it that much funnier.

“See you around?” Chris asked as they walked toward the door.

“We’ll see,” I said, winking at him. I never had that kind of confidence in my life, but it felt right in the moment.

—[]—

As they walked away, I stood by the gate and took a breath. I liked the way my body felt. I liked the way my head felt. I liked telling people what to do and having them do it to me, even if it was a guy. Maybe that was even better somehow.

When I was about to walk home, I saw headlights idling near the far corner of the lot. The driver’s window was cracked. Short blonde hair. It was Ryan. He was on the phone, clearly in distress trying to explain things to someone, on the verge of tears.

I stood back and watched him, far enough away that he would know I wasn’t eavesdropping. He jumped when he saw me, then waved me in. As I got in the passenger seat, he was still speaking urgently into the phone. “No WAIT—” but the other end hung up. The car smelled like dryer sheets. It was a thing that guys did where I grew up. He tossed the phone into his center console.

“I told her,” he said. “I told my girlfriend about earlier.”

I opened my eyes wide, almost laughing, but knowing I should. “Why??”

“I don’t know. I just never lie to her,” he said. “And I felt weird. And it was obvious I was acting different. She kept asking. She’s upset.”

“Did you tell her everything?” I asked.

He snorted. “I tried. I didn’t even get very far before she freaked out.”

"Well it makes sense," I said, "she's gonna be pissed."

We sat quiet for a second.

“I’m hungry,” he said. “Want pancakes?” I chuckled, even though he wouldn’t get it.

“Yeah,” I said.

We drove toward the diner near the edge of town that everyone in our area would go to for quick and cheap food any time of day. No music at first. Windows half down. I was spent after all the action I had gotten that day. Ryan drove with both hands like he was being extra careful.

At a light he said, “So. Are you gay?”

“I don’t think so,” I said. “But I really like the attention. That's new to me. With girls I’m a virgin. With guys I guess I’m not.”

“I don’t think me sucking your dick counts as losing your virginity,” he said, exhaling.

“I fucked a guy and his friend together after closing,” I said casually.

“What the fuck??”

“Yeah, it all just started kinda fast, dude. I guess my dick is just that good."

He nodded, clearly understanding the attraction. “I guess I wasn’t the only one who saw what you were packing today.”

Silence for a beat. He went on. “I’m not gay either by the way. I love my girlfriend, and I want to marry her someday. I just thought it wouldn’t count if we compared dicks. Then I couldn’t stop thinking about touching it. Maybe I should just stay away from big dicks.”

I was surprised that someone could feel that way. His immediate instinct was to repress all the fun he had found in the experience. I guess I also got post-nut clarity at first, but within minutes I was leaning into the pleasure of it all.

“I didn’t hate it,” I said. “I liked it a lot. That’s the part that surprised me.”

He laughed once. “Same.”

We got to the diner and sat in a booth. The server poured water. We ordered fries, pancakes, and chocolate milk like we were little kids. 'Cause why not.

“I always thought guys were gross,” I said, bringing the conversation back to where we were. “Hair and smell and annoying attitudes and one-upsmanship. I never pictured myself letting a guy blow me or anything at all, but that was so awesome today.”

I saw him squirm uncomfortably in his seat, listening to my story, trying to contain himself. I know I probably should have relented a bit, but I went on.

“I guess when my prejudices were accounted for, it just wasn’t a big deal after all… no body hair, and hiding your dick… it turned out to be super hot for me. I would take a mouth or an ass like that any time… on my huge, thick, sausage.”

Ryan leaned his face into his hand, exasperated. I started to apologize, “Ok, sorry dude—”

He leaned in, cutting me off. “You know I’m completely hairless,” he said. “On the front and the back.”

I laughed. “I saw most of it.”

“It’s true,” he said. “Since I was on swim team. I shaved it all once. The habit stuck.”

The food landed, interrupting the horny flow of conversation. We dove in like the hungry boys we were, talking about working as lifeguards, watching a bunch of people who basically don’t need one.

I returned to the subject. “So are we gonna pretend that never happened today?”

“I don’t know,” he said, “I’ll see if my girlfriend forgives me or what.”

—[]—

On the drive back I put my head against the glass. I felt really comfortable in my skin. The confidence was setting in now. I liked it.

He stopped outside my house. I saw that my parents’ cars were not in the driveway. He stayed in park and didn’t unlock the doors. He kept his eyes on the dash.

"Can I ask something stupid," he said.

"Sure."

"Can I see it again... please. Just for a second."

I laughed. Not mean, just surprised. "You’re really committed to your research."

"One second," he said. "I swear."

I looked around the dark street. No one there. I pulled down the waistband and let it slap down under my balls, propping up my apparently huge junk. A beat, then done. He didn’t breathe. His throat worked like he swallowed.

"Okay," he said, voice rough. "Thanks."

He hesitated, then lifted his phone. "Can I—"

I tilted my head. "You serious?"

"For later," he said. "To prove to myself I wasn’t imagining it."

He looked so rattled and earnest that I let him have it. Another half second, and my dick was out again. I was literally aching imagining it getting serviced again today, but I still got some blood flow from the attention. I was just starting to pulse skyward when he snapped a couple pics on his phone.

He stared at the photo for a second. I got "my precious" vibes as he zoomed in on it, studying the veins and exact curve of it. Then he locked his screen fast, like he was suddenly embarrassed.

"I'm really not gay," he said, yet again, softly.

"Okay," I said, getting out of the car. I didn’t argue. 

"Text me if you need a shift covered," I said as I let the door close. 

He nodded, and pulled away sort of quickly.

—[]—

Inside, I showered, ate a handful of chocolate from the kitchen standing up, and then fell onto my bed with my phone. I scrolled through the selfies I had taken when I was feeling myself earlier. I never took pics of myself, but the ego building in my brain made me want to capture the moment. To remember what I looked like the first time I felt like a sex god. One shot from the stand hit just right. Sun on my shirtless chest. Red shorts doing their magic and showing off my hevay bulge.

I posted it to Instagram with a lazy caption, "Long first shift ☀️".

I lay back and watched the little hearts start to stack. It was definitely a quicker reaction than usual. I think it was clear from the photo that I was intentionally showing off a bit, but people still respond to that, apparently. It was my first thirst trap pic. If someone liked the view, they could like it publicly, if they had the balls do it. Either way, I had indirectly announced to the world that I had a big dick and that I wanted them to see it.

My last thought before sleep, was whose attention I might get from the instagram post. Maybe all the hot girls at school will like it, I thought, then shrugged internally, or maybe just a bunch of curious guys.