Lifegaurd

It was April 25, opening day for tryouts and testing for the multiple lifeguard openings along the south shore of the state owned Long Island beaches. My buddy and I skipped school that day, Hell we were seniors, to get in the first test waves, we both wanted the beach positions rather than any of the multiple pools Job openings posted. I got my wish, I passed the tests, I was assigned the west end and began on weekends until school ended on June 20, which is when the summer beach season truly begins. The west end was usually more crowded since it was closest to the city and boy the sights were always hot.

 The first few weeks were typically boring, with a lot of practice runs and getting to know “your team” which usually consisted of about 6 guards that they try to pair you up with. I was assigned chairs 18 thru 21 mostly, however I could be placed with anyone on any other team at any other station as well, depending on crowds and illness. The “uniform” was a standard blue state logo Speedo, a pair of logo sweats, a logo wind breaker, a personal life vest and a logo muscle shirt, (I didn't fill that out as well as the other guys). I had to provide my own sun glasses, Sandals and sunscreen. They provided coolers and sport drinks at each chair that they refreshed twice a shift. Each chair had a row boat, a safety hook, multiple types of floatation devices and a preliminary first aid kit with an emergency radio.

 Each morning before shift we needed to row out in the waves and the surf, no mater how rough, past the break point, and be able to get back to shore. We had to swim parallel to shore a minimum of 250 feet, some days it was grueling depending on the surf, undertow and tides but our paired partner for the day was our proof of completion and vice versa, it was basically the honor system once we got to know and trust our partners. Mostly my primary partner was Ralph, a slightly older guy in his early 20’s and he was an experienced life guard, already on his 4th or 5th year of guarding. This would be my first year, luckily we hit it off good. He was buff and proud of it, taking every chance to show his body off. I swear somehow he got a swim suit two sizes too small, with a bulge that poked out prominently, I always thought of myself as straight, but boy if I were to go gay it would be with him, in fact it gives me a woody just describing him to you, I needed to try to hide it, which was difficult in my suit.

 Our first opening day for expanded open areas and hours, was a clear warm day, Ralph was already up in the chair, under the open umbrella when I got there, and I climbed up the side, as he extended his hand to help me up. The smell of copper tone sunscreen was evident on his not yet but starting to tan body. We sat and talked shit, as we pointed out patrons and made up stories based on people’s looks, walks, attire, spouses, and kids. I immediately began pointing out some hot girls in skimpy bathing suits, when Ralph suddenly grabbed and slid his dick out of his leg hole, squeezing it's head as he bent it upwards in my direction making the piss slit hole open and close as he used a weird voice, like a ventriloquist in a club talking to a puppet. He made it sound as if his dick was talking to us, having a three way conversation. Now this was the first time that Ralph ever seemed to express himself this freely, although I had some indications he may not be straight prior to today. Then he proceeded, and answered in his normal voice, now he was having a conversation with his “talking dick”. He said “well Dickey, what do you think of her? My partner here seems to like her” And then he made that funny voice again, making it seem like it was talking back, it said, “Ah she’s OK, but show me some real studs there Ralphy”, to which he answered “but I don’t think my partner likes real studs Dickey” to which he answered “Oh he’s one of those is he?” I was flabbergasted and not knowing what to do, or handle this conversation, as I was caught off guard, he seems to have just told me he wasn’t straight, and here I was sitting up in this chair next to him, and looking around to see if the beach patrons could see him fondling his dick, when I realized that the angle of the seat and our height pretty much shielded those on the beach. Now I really didn’t have a problem with him possibly being gay, I mean we were in public and to each his own, I was just afraid I may have come across uneasy, but it was just the surprise of it all I guess. So I just laughed and quickly scanned the beach for a hot guy and pointed one out, as Ralph’s dickey replied “Now that’s what I like man, I want to bump those nice tight buns”.

 Damn, so I went the next step in making awkward conversation, tried to be somewhat normal, and asked “so are you gay, I guess”? He replied “you mean you didn’t know”? I pleaded ignorance and just said something like “well that’s cool”, but then I somewhat changed the subject and continued to question, how often he talked to his dick, and furthermore how often did it talk back like that? He laughed and said he was gayer than a 3 dollar bill and picked guys up all the time and I’d better get used to being his wing man. I then said but you’re the epitome of a straight macho guy, as he laughed and bent his wrist in his “Gay lisping Voice” and said would you like me like thissssss” lisping his way through it. I said “defiantly not”. Anyway I didn’t care, and he seemed cool with me, after our extended conversation, we just discovered we were just a couple of guys doing our job. We went about an hour when he said he was going to take 5 on a break then he climbed down to the hot sand flexing himself to the crowds as he walked by. I saw him out of the corner of my eye talking to two dudes and laughing, when he got back I asked him what was up, and he said he thinks he has a date for tonight but I might have to help him out. I asked him to explain further and he said just keep his buddy occupied so he can sneak off should the opportunity arise. I wasn’t thrilled but was willing to see how this guy worked.

 After our uneventful day we headed for the station and showered off, Ralph just put on his muscle shirt and I followed suit both of us still wearing our Speedos. We met Ralphy's potential “catch”,  who seemed baited and anxious to get to know us, now I’m getting concerned. We had a few drinks at the tiki bar, where Ralphy's guy began rubbing his bare sandy feet up and down his leg and I was just making conversation with the other guy, so here I am in a outdoor bar, underage but drinking with these guys who at least one is gay if not both.

  My guy Frank, questioned the rock pier and the grassy area and the boardwalk stores, so he finally convinced me to take a walk. OK so now Ralphy has his wish, alone with his guy, but now I’m a bit nervous as we walk, we get a ice cone and sit on a bench as we continue to make small talk. We finished and headed quite a ways away from the boardwalk, up to some grassy dunes, as we raced each other to the top. I won and sat at the top and he tripped as he approached the top and landed on me. I raised my hands to catch him, his chest was firm, as he sat alongside of me pulling his T-shirt off and wiping his brow. His arms were muscular with visible veins, his chest had a fine brushing of hair symmetrically patterned just perfectly. He had half dollar sized brown nipples sitting atop two finely tanned pecks. He was wearing fairly tight multicolored board shorts with a small inseam. He must have seen me looking at his finely tuned body, and I was questioning  in my head this opportunity that has recently arose, mostly because something else of mine has recently arose, and I’m too self conscious to stand back up. Frank pats me on my knee, and then falls back lying in the sand, knees raised, arms spread above his head. That position has slimmed his stomach and exposing a visible bulge in his shorts. Then he tugged on my arm, that was holding me up behind me, in the sand, making me fall to my back. Now my scantily clad dick in my very tight Speedo is now very distinctive, as I gave a slight nervous giggle. Then he rolled to his side placing his hand under his propped up head staring at me and my obvious slight discomfort. I mean I am essentially a virgin, with nothing more than kisses and maybe, you could call it an attempted hand job, but more like a feel up by both parties, but was always with a girl.

 I tried to relax a bit and slid my arm up over my head in the sand not realizing it too slendered out my twisted torso, when he raised his hand over my chest and placed a finger near my left nipple and traced a path from just above my nipple to my arm pit where he tasseled my soft but slightly sweaty underarm patch, as it tickled and I jerked slightly away, bringing my arm back down as a reflex reaction, causing his hand to move to my stomach where that didn’t seem to deter him. He continued to find my fine haired happy trail, as he gently stroked it up and down from my navel to the waistband of my Speedo. My dick was perky with anticipation, I was a bit embarrassed, but as I looked at his dick it too was very prominently displayed inside his suit. Yet I don't know why I couldn’t say the word no. I was in such an exhilarated state, and needed to get off, I was hot and horny and was apparently willing to let it go wherever it or he took me. We were now staring at each other, and I felt his fingers breach my waistband, as he slid a finger or two across the top edge of my pubic hair, except my dick head was extended in its rather erect state higher than that distinctive hairline. His finger gently slid from right to left and slid under my dick head, and my dick reacted by lifting up off my abdomen even able to stretch the already tightened swim suit, I swear it was probably exposed out the top of the suit by now, but I didn’t dare look away from Franks eyes. Then Frank stopped and ever so gently squeezed my dick head between his thumb and fore finger and slowly rocked it from side to side, brushing the elongated shaft underside against the thin swim suit material. This drove me over the top as I moved my face into his. He took the queue and leaned in kissing me, I didn’t have the nerve to initiate it but he certainly did.

 Now me not having much sensual kissing experience, this guy began really sucking face as our heads twisted back and forth as he attempted to breach my lips, my arm instinctively I guess went to his shoulder. Then I realized my shaft was fully in the palm of his hand and he was working my suit off of it, I’m now fully exposed in the hot sun, my hand is feeling his sides, shoulder and back up and my dick is more excited than I can ever remember it ever being before. I was in ecstasy and unable, let alone unwilling to stop at that point. He rolled back to his back and slid his suit down and without words invited me to touch his dick before he moved back to mine. We were now jerking each other off, I had never felt another mans dick and I couldn’t help but move my hands all around his member and balls. It was warm and soft and yet his shaft was hard and firm as my hand gripped it tighter, and I somehow began to pick up my pace as I seemed to get closer to shooting my own load, I was yanking that thing harder than I ever yanked my own before, yet he seemed to be loving it as we both enjoyed the moment and I began shooting my load, up, over my shoulder, out into the sand. His dick began oozing much slower, and although acting as warm lube in my hand and he then he started spurting in volleys across over to my chest.

 We both lay back in the sand that now was all stuck to our sweaty bodies as he yanked up his suit and gave me a kiss and dared me to a race to the water to rinse ourselves off. My dick wouldn’t shrink down as I ran following him quickly into the water. As I tried to go undetected by other beachgoers and we got closer to the population. We jumped and splashed each other all in good fun. It was my first so called gay experience, I loved it, and now what to do next, do I pursue this new found side or revert back to what’s supposedly “Normal” or am I just “Normal” the way I was today?