Edgings

Chapter 12

JAKE

Dan was sound asleep when I woke up to get to the gym. Checking the guest room, I found Alex asleep, naked, on his back, his sheet down at his waist, teasingly barely covering his morning wood. God, he looked delicious.

My cock rose just looking at him and I badly wanted to go in and just take that beauty in my mouth. I stared at this morning vision for a full minute and was about to turn away when his eyes opened, and he smiled.

Riveted, I watched as he slowly lowered the sleet, exposing himself to me. His lips parted and he licked them, his yearning written all over his face and gorgeous body. “Jake” he whispered.

I took a step toward him, then another, until I was beside his bed, looking down. My knees began to buckle as I lowered myself toward that beautiful eight-inch cock.

“Oh Jake,” Alex whispered.

On my knees by the bed, I leaned forward, my hands reaching out to fondle those balls, my head bending to bring my lips in contact… when I heard Dan calling me.

Alex and I both sighed. I straightened up, shaking my head ruefully at him and retreated to the door, stepping outside it and winking at him as I closed it. He was stroking himself, his body arching as the door shut on my sight.

I crossed to the master bedroom door and opened it, peering in. “You called, my love?”

Dan was sitting up, looking bleary eyed. It was his morning look, and he looked wonderful.

“Got to get to the gym, baby. You want some breakfast?”

“Mm ok. I should come work out too before going to the guest house.” Dan said, sleepily.

“You should take a day off baby. Don’t you have someone to run the desk?”

“Were shorthanded in the mornings. Luckily, this early, not many are checking out and no one is checking in. But that is why it’s a good time to work out. I’ll get up and come with you.”

“Ok babe.”

I got to work making breakfast, thinking about the night before.

I was nervous about everything but wasn’t sure why I should be. I just felt things were a little fragile here at home. Maybe it was because I knew Dan had started to confess about having oral sex with Alex, but I had stopped him, just short of a complete confession. Why had I done that? Didn’t I want him to be truthful with me?

Shaking my head at myself, I started putting things together, mixing batter for the pancakes, putting sausage slices in the pan, and realized if Dan was joining me, maybe Alex too, did they want eggs and how did they want them?

I headed toward our room but then picked up the sound of the shower and voices coming from the bathroom.

Stepping into the bathroom spa, I found Dan and Alex in the shower together. Alex had his back to Dan who was scrubbing his back for him. Through the glass I could see both men were hard. Dan's cock was touching and rubbing up Alex's ass crack, if what I saw through the mist covered glass was right.

“How do you two want your eggs?” I asked, casually.

They started, heads turning fast to look at me through the glass. “Oh! Umm…” Alex began. Dan said, “Scrambled honey.” He brazenly hunched against Alex's ass, showing off. 

“What he said,” Alex added with a giggle, as Dan gave his soapy ass a spank. I laughed and shook my head, letting them know this was ok.

Breakfast was good, simple, with morning talk, the two of them appearing after the table was set, looking just a little sheepish. I had put down a bowl of scrambled and a stack of pancakes plus a plate of sausages, and they looked hungrily at the food, wasting no time getting seated.

Dan appeared in working clothes, tight jeans, going commando, and a navy-blue dress shirt. We kissed slowly before he sat, and I poured him a cup of coffee.

Alex had appeared in nothing but a towel, which he dropped onto the seat as he sat down next to Dan.

“What will you be doing today, Alex?” Dan asked him, as I poured Alex some coffee, and then my own, settling myself to eat. That left Dan between Alex and me, which was good. Having that naked hunk beside me would not have been a good way to start things. Not after last night.

My phone went off and I answered it to see a text message. It was from Lt. Mike.

“Stop by my office on your way to your beach station after gym.” Was all it said.

I typed out, “Ok”, and continued eating, trying to ignore the way my cock jumped.

“Anything important?” Dan asked as he dished himself out some eggs and forked a couple of sausages from the plate.

“Nanhh, don’t think so. Just Lt. Mike wanting to talk to me about something.”

Dan crooked a brow at me, but then his own phone went off. He looked at it, seemed to blush, and then texted back.

“Who was that?” I found myself asking.

“Oh, just Dean, saying he just got to the gym, and he’s looking for a spot partner. Seems his partner who he usually works out with, will be out of town for a while.”

Dan shrugged it off, but I wasn’t fooled. They had been flirting last night, my man and Dean, and Dan had even wound-up sucking Dean’s cock when I was fucking Dan on the Dance floor. I was letting it go because it had been the two of us having fun, together. But it still made me nervous. Dean was hot, handsome in a boy next door kind of way, the sort of guy just made for one of those stable relationships, the kind of relationship I wanted to have with Dan.

Of course, then it had been Lt. Mike who’d rammed his huge dick into my ass at the same time Dan had sucked Dean, but that was neither here nor there, was it? Sheesh was I compromised.

Dan’s eyes met mine and we exchanged a long look and he finally said, “No worries, love. That was a one-time thing in the heat of the moment. You were in my ass at the time.” Dan said.

“I know, babe, I know.” I laughed, breezily.

“What?” Alex asked, wide eyed.

“Never mind.” Dan and I both said at the same time, and we both laughed.

Alex offered to clean up, so Dan and I left together and soon reached the gym which was only a block or two away from Dan’s Shore’s Inn and Guest House. The lifeguard office actually was situated between the gym and the Shores, so going in together like we were, was really very convenient.

It was part of my job at the gym to lead the guys in an early morning stretching and aerobics class, after which I taught martial arts.

Lt. Mike showed up at the last minute, giving me the eye, his cerulean blue eyes taking in Dan and I in turn.

Dan fell in beside Dean, the two exchanging shy grins, and a light peck to each other’s lips. Most of us were in work out shorts, compression shorts or jogging shorts. Dan was in black joggers, slit up the side, and I realized as we exercised that he wore nothing in it. His cock played peekaboo throughout the stretches, and I could see Dean was riveted to the show.

Yes, it seemed our relationship had loosened up quite a bit. It was exciting, dammit, and a little scary, too.

With the aerobics, done we did a few more stretches and then the men, split off in pairs to use the machines or weights around the room. Some men just headed out.

Under Lt. Mike’s leadership, the Lifeguard troop of about thirty men had cycled out and gained a number of gay men, so that now, the group was probably gayer then straight. I had to admit the looks of the Lifeguards had improved as well. Not a bad looking hunk among them.

Mike put a hand around my shoulders. “I see your man is spoken for this morning. Need a workout partner?”

“Yep,” I said.

Mikes hand slid down my back to my ass. “Great. Let’s do wrist curls. The light weights are free,” he said, meaning no one was over there at the barbells.

We moved over to that bench by the barbells and soon were facing each other, sitting close, pacing each other through the wrist strengthening exercise. Lt. Mike kept gazing into my eyes, and I felt my cock surge from his attention. “Good for wanking, right?” He murmured to me, meaning the wrist curls. I gave him a weak grin.

From there we moved to chin ups, Mike and I holding each other. As I pulled myself up, I felt my bulge scrape past his face. He didn’t move, standing closer than he needed to.

When he did his chin ups, I figured, what the hell, and stood close too. Mike wore baggy exercise shorts, and his big cock was clearly commando, and more than a little stirred up. So, when I stood close, and he lifted himself that big thing swung up and played over my face through his shorts.

The teasing went on through the next machine and the next, and I found a moment or two, distracted as I was, to check out Dan and Dean. The second time I looked, Dean was on the bench press, and Dan was spotting him. Fuck, Dan was at least semi hard, and his cock was poking out his shorts leg as he lowered the weights onto Dean’s arms. Dan crouched at one point and Dean clearly kissed Dan’s semi erect cock where it poked a good inch or two out of that short's leg..

I pretended not to notice the growing tease, but Lt. Mike wasn’t fooled.

“Seems your man is enjoying himself, and so is Dean. They make a pretty couple, don’t ya think?”

I just growled and Mike chuckled.

We all hit the showers at roughly the same time, and Mike joined me under the nozzle soaping me down.

Across from us were Dan and Dean, doing the same. Dan sent me a smile and a shrug, as Dean washed his back and his ass. Both of them were hard.

I was semi hard, so I couldn’t complain. And I knew Dan was worried about me with Mike, so I tried to behave with Mike.

 Mike was having none of it, his hands everywhere on me. Dammit it, when he washed my cock, I went from a semi to steel hard. But I hoped Dan could see I was trying not to ravish my brawny shower mate, while Dean, damn him, spent a lot of time on Dan’s back and ass and reached around to make sure Dan’s cock was really, really, clean. Yeah, right!

Lt. Mike moved in on my ass at one point and said, “Damn they look hot. Seems you guys are tolerating a little more action with others, now, eh?”

“Maybe a little,” I agreed as I felt Mike press his hard cock against my ass crack as if by accident. I let him slide there for a short bit before clenching my cheeks.

I finished rinsing off and quickly headed to my locker to dry off. Lt. Mike’s locker was down at the end of the row. Dan’s was right next to me. Deans was on the other side.

“I love you, baby.” I told him.

“I love you too, don’t worry about Dean.” Dan said, stepping over and kissing me.

“Aww, baby, I won’t. And don’t you worry about Lt. Mike.”

“I’m not. I could see you were almost ignoring him.”

“Too busy watching you and Dean.” I said, giving my man a smoldering look.

He grinned and winked. “I know. But I told Dean last night at the bar, that was just a onetime thing. He understands, baby. He’s really a great friend.”

“I know, baby. Dean has always been a true buddy to me, and I can’t blame him for wanting a piece of the most beautiful man in Rehoboth.”

Dan grinned wide and stepped into me, kissing me hard, as our bodies pressed together. I wanted my man right there in the locker room, but somehow, we managed to refrain. We turned to get dressed. Dan dressed in his jeans and dress shirt, while I put on my lifeguard togs, red trunks and red speedos, stuffing my cock into them. We gave each other another long snogging, and no one around us in the locker room took much notice or cared. That was a big improvement form what would have been the case when just a few years ago. I wondered how much of that was due to the preferential hiring of attractive hung, gay men for lifeguards, and how much of a hand Lt. Mike had had on that. 

I arrived at Lt. Mike’s office and found he was already inside.

I knocked and he turned. He was wearing his lifeguard shorts, with nothing beneath, his huge cock hanging low enough the head peaked out the right leg. He looked stupendous as always, and I was a little nervous being alone with him so soon after talking with Dan.

He smiled as he caught me looking and pulled me into his office, shutting the door.

“Hey, I just wanted to apologize for taking advantage of that fine action on the dance floor last night. I know it pissed you off, and I shouldn’t have done it, but damn, when I saw your fine ass flexing and hunching in and out as you fucked your spouse, I just couldn’t help coming closer. And then something came over me, and I just had to fuck you.”

I looked at him and wanted to be angry, but instead my cock was filling out in my speedos, all blood to my head rushing to my lower head, so all I said was, “It’s ok. It felt really hot, actually. You… felt great in me… made me cum.”

He smiled, broadly, clearly delighted, and moved closer, reaching out to grab a box and open it.

“I wanted to present you with this.”

“What is it?’

“You know Captain Wilson has been in the hospital recovering from his heart operation. Well, he sent in his retirement notice yesterday, and the Rehoboth authorities have already appointed me acting Captain. They will be considering other applicants, but they told me I will have first consideration.

“Oh, wow congratulations.” I said, and quite naturally, I stepped in against Mike, meaning to hug him, but somehow his sheer sexiness, that rearing big, beautiful half exposed cock of his, worked on me and I found myself kissing him.

His mouth opened on mine, and we tongue tangled, passion rising fast. I was helpless before it, wondering what had gotten into me. We kissed for a long time, and he turned us, pressing me back until I perched on the desk, him moving between my legs. His cock had lifted, fully out of his shorts leg, and I found my hands on it, fondling the engorged monster.

“Hoh Jake, baby… I’ve so wanted this,” he rumbled deep in his chest.

“Hunh, uh, Mike, were just, just kissing, right? I can’t cheat on Dan…””

He paused against me but then resumed moving, his cock, fucking itself in my hands as he kissed me feverishly.

But then he seemed to collect himself, and reaching sideways, he flipped open the box.

“I had ordered a new uniform.” He breathed, “Our speedos were wearing out. Yours has two gold stripes across the pouch, Lieutenant Jake.”

“What?’ I was dumfounded.

He pulled out a speedo and even before I put it on, I could see it was much skimpier than what we had been wearing, hardly more than a stretchy spandex pouch with no lining in front, just a bit of backing in back and a string waist band for the hips. Across the one I was holding were two white stripes. Each man will get six of these which should last a while. Those were going to be mine. Everyone else gets a single gold stripe across the pouch.

He stepped back from me, his huge cock leaving my hands reluctantly.

“Put it on. Let me see it, Jake.” He commanded, his bass voice husky with anticipation.

I shucked my shorts and speedo, releasing my stiff throbbing cock and he licked his lips watching this.

Then I pulled up the new speedo. The pouch was inadequate to say the least. With some work and adjusting, it barely managed to contain my balls, let alone the cock, and I wasn’t exactly soft. Not with Mike staring at every move I made to fit my junk into that pouch. The material was very elastic though, if, almost transparent. With a great deal of fussing, I got my cock tucked in under the waist band and noticed the pouch stretched to accommodate me. No running with a hard on, that was for sure. I would pop right out.

I must have made a hot vision because Mike groaned at the sight and sank to his knees in front of me. Then his lips were on my balls around the inadequate pouch, and he was licking.

“Damn Mike, how am I supposed to stay decent in these?” I husked, totally turned on. The thought of being out there in public on the beach in these was getting to me. I did have an exhibitionist streak a mile wide. This just fed it.

Mike stopped nuzzling my package to look up at me. “You don’t. But if you’re concentrating on your job, you should stay under cover. If these new speedos can hold my package when I am soft, so they can for you.”

Well, that was true. Mike had me beat in the cock department. Not by much, but yeah. If he could squeeze his massive junk into these, then I could.

He groaned looking at my cock as it chose that moment to pop out one side of the pouch rearing up, throbbing. In a moment, he had the head in his mouth, swirling his tongue over it. The pleasure that shot through me, made me weak. My legs buckled even as my pelvis thrust forward to get more of that amazing mouth.

“The promotion isn’t final,” he said, between slurping’s. I just leaned back, too damn horny to let the fact that I was treading all over my new boundaries with Dan, stop us.

“But they should be announcing it within a few days.”

“I better wear the old speedos until then, right?” I panted.

“Yeah.” Mike said, just before he dove back onto my cock taking it nearly to the pubes, deep throating me. I marveled that he didn’t gag. This man was skilled, sexy, handsome, and masterful in a way that made my heart throb.

Within a few long delicious minutes that seemed far too short, I was getting close.

“Oh Mike… fuck this is hot, but I really just shouldn’t cum in your mouth and I am getting there, man.” I said, struggling to hold back something from betraying Dan. I tried to tell myself that if I didn’t cum it wouldn’t be cheating. I knew better, but it's amazing how a man can lie to himself when riding the edge.

His mouth slowly sucked back until the head of my cock popped out of those sensual lips.

“That’s ok, I will cum for you, Sexy.” He growled. I looked down and realized Mike had been jacking off. He was flushed, his hand going faster and faster. Then he grunted, his muscles flexing, and a stream of creamy jizz shot across the floor.

“Uh fuck that’s hot. Your amazing, Mike. So sexy, and it’s an honor to work under you,” I said. Was I kissing ass or what?

“Oh, you’ll be under me,” he snorted. “But I’ll be gentle. I promise.” We chuckled, as he stood up against me and kissed me some more. “I’ll be back by your tower later today. You better get going, sexy man before I lose control of myself and bend you over my desk.” Mike crouched down again, and kissed my balls and then stood up, heedless of his huge cock that still speared the air.

I wanted to wrap my lips around it, Dan or not, or better yet totally lay back and stick my legs in the air so I could experience that monster stretching my ass, but I refrained.

Instead, I just said, “Looking forward to your visit.” Grinning, with a wink, I adjusted myself in my old speedos, pulled on my trunks over them, as I was hard as a throbbing rock, and escaped the office, reluctantly. I couldn’t believe how reluctantly. I loved Dan. This was crazy to be carrying on with my boss like this, but I couldn’t seem to help letting him flirt so intensely with me.

Fuck I was promoted, and I didn’t even have to fuck the boss to get it. Ok, well, yeah, he had fucked me, and licked my balls, but still…. semantics count, right?

I knew I needed to tell Dan about this, but my heart quailed within me. As I jogged to the beach and turned left heading toward the boardwalk and the gay beach just this side of the end of it, I clung to the idea that I hadn’t quite gone all the way with Mike. It was just a very hot flirt. Yes, ok, so he had fucked me at the bar, but he had worn a condom, and my cock had been firmly surging back and forth in Dan’s hole. Mini orgies didn’t quite count, not when my man was right there, right?

The only problem with that was that I was very certain Dan didn’t realize it had happened, that Mike had actually fucked me in the bar. I needed to tell him, didn’t I?

The gay beach was sparsely attended as yet, but there was a dozen or so couples already soaking up the rays on mats and towels. Many of them waved hi to me and greeted me.

I acknowledged the friendly greetings with a wave as I made my way through them to my area and after sweeping the shoreline and water, headed up the tower. I opened my backpack, took out a towel, sunglasses and sun blocker, starting in on that when an easy baritone voice said, “Can I help you with that?”

I looked around and found a man standing on the side of the tower his head at the level of my lap, giving me a gorgeous smile. I recognized the dark blond long-haired hunk in the thong who I had noticed packing up the day before.

“Thanks, come on up, and you can do me while I watch the beach.”

“I’d love to do you.” He said with a chuckle, and I had to laugh with him.

As he lowered himself, came around and then climbed to join me on the love seat wide bench, I saw that he wore another thong today, pale green bit of nothing that seemed to just hold a very generous package. I handed him the lotion and he turned into me to work, making me croon as his fingers rubbed lotion into my shoulders and back.

“What’s your name?”

“Patrick.”

“I’m Jake,” I said. All too soon he finished with my back, having rubbed right down and into my short’s waist band.

I was still stirred up from Mike, and now I was even more stirred up.

“Can I do your legs?”

“Sure, thanks Patrick.”

“Oh, it's my pleasure.”

I leaned back and Patrick went to work on my front, though he hadn’t asked permission to do that, his hands roaming my pecs, teasing my nipples, roving down a little way onto my abs before moving to my legs. For that, he knelt beside me so he could get at my feet and began working his way up. Beach goers around us were beginning to notice the action, but I pretended I didn’t notice them noticing, even though my cock was pushing up out of my speedos and beginning to push up the red nylon shorts.

Patrick’s hands moved up my calves to my thighs and I grinned as I felt him coaxing my blood up my legs to my crotch. By the time he had reached my mid thighs, I was throbbing with need again.

I leaned even further back letting the gorgeous man rub lotion up my legs until his hands were bumping my balls. Then he transferred his attention to my abs again, leaning forward over my lap. Finally with his hands and forearms brushing over the head of my cock which poked up in the shorts, I husked, “I think that did it. I will do my arms, thanks Patrick.”

“Mmm, my pleasure.”

Patrick moved up to sit beside me, his body pressing against my side. “I hope I can take you out for coffee or lunch or something. I want to get to know the most handsome lifeguard on the beach.”

“I’d like that too,” I said, giving way to my rising lust. “Uh, you should know I am taken, though. I have a husband.” I showed him the wedding band.

“Of course. Someone like you had to be. But its only lunch or perhaps dinner? I have a special man in my life, too, though nothing committed. Perhaps we could double date?

“That could work.” I agreed, and shortly we exchanged phone numbers, adding the contact on our phones.

Before he left the chair, he leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. I was too hard to refuse, and our tongues met and wrestled for a moment before he relinquished me.

As he climbed down off the tower, his thong pouch stretched out for all to see, some woman who had been eyeing us, off to my left, said, “faggots!” With scorn dripping in her voice. Then picking up her things, she left, going north up the beach to a more mixed crowd. I hoped she wouldn’t complain to the authorities, not with this promotion business on the line, but then again, I wasn’t exactly poor, and if I didn’t get a promotion or a raise, I was fine with that. I liked the job. It kept me busy, and I was doing some good work for the community, so fuck her bigoted bitchiness.