Edgings

Chapter 14

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JAKE

The day had been a long one. Only a Tuesday, but right near my patrol section on the gay side where there was no Lifeguard, two guys got into a fight, more of a hissy fit, but the action led into ankle deep water. I had my whistle out and blew it, jumping off my chair with a red floater over my shoulder, reaching them just as one of them socked the other one, hard, sending his companion into the shallows.

I ignored guy who had decked the other and made it to the unconscious victim who was face down in the shallows.

Lifting him up, I carried him to the beach, past the belligerent who now stood there, sobbing, “fuck I am so sorry. I don’t know what came over me. So, he cheated, so what, I love him…”

I ignored him, and concentrated on my job, tilting the head back, clearing the mouth cavity, and throat before, turning his head and pressing his stomach to release any water. A little dribbled out and he started coughing.

Only then did I realize the man lying in front of me was Patrick, the hot long-haired blond who’d flirted with me the day before.

“You ok, Patrick?” I asked him, looking down at the beauty with concern.

Patrick looked at me and recognized me, “Jake…” Then he seemed to remember the other man who had decked him. “John?”

The other man, a big muscle stud, lowered hands from his face to look down at his, I guessed boyfriend.

“Aww fuck,... I am so sorry, baby. Just… the thought of .. of… I just couldn’t take it.”

Patrick sat up slowly, rubbing his jaw. I braced his back and he leaned into me. “Thanks, Jake,” Patrick said, giving me a weak smile. “Um this is John, my ... ex-boyfriend.”

I looked up at John and told him. “Violence won’t be tolerated on this beach. I suggest you take your things and go cool off somewhere. If I see you back on this beach during my shift, I will have you arrested. Understood?”

When the big guy looked as if he might get belligerent. I rose and let my muscles flex. I was x Seal, and his muscles suggested nothing but gym work, all show but nothing really hard. I would make mincemeat of this idiot if he tried anything.

John was a big guy all right, heavily muscled, wearing a nicely bulging posing strap. He looked me over, and his eyes grew round, and he backed off. Well, I had to give him credit. He knew he was looking at some real peril. “Right, sorry.” He stepped back, looked around, finally grabbing up a pair of white khaki shorts, sunglasses and a towel before heading up toward the boardwalk.

I took Patrick back to my chair and gave him some medical attention, some salve for his jaw. He kept saying he was ok, but he wouldn’t go to a doctor, like I kept insisting.

“I’d kiss you, Jake, but my jaw is really hurting.

I gave him two aspirin and a Gatorade, both for the inflammation, and suggested he get an umbrella, lie down in the shade and if the jaw was still hurting sharply, see a doctor immediately. “In fact, you should really do that anyway, but I can’t make you. Do you want to press charges on John for physical assault?”

“No! No, Jake. I suggested we meet at the beach today. He was angry over seeing me at the bar with someone a few nights ago, someone I went home with, and I thought I could get him to move on.”

“Well, you may want to get a restraining order if you see him following you around.”

“Yeah, maybe.” He sighed. “Thanks Jake.”

He noticed me scanning the beach and the water by habit.

“I better let you get back to work.”

“Right, take care, Patrick." Still watching the beach, I pulled him in and kissed his forehead before climbing back up on my tower.

Patrick did as I suggested renting a beach umbrella, laid down under it not far from me, and napped. I had three more rescues over the next four hours, and then here came Lt. Mike, sauntering up the beach wearing his new uniform speedos. Fuck they were sexy, and he was pulling heads around, wives, and even a few husbands as he walked. His whistle and red speedos proclaimed who he was, and many people knew him, but I could see eyes falling to his bulge and the barely contained monster there as he moved along the beach. Eventually, taking his sweet sexy time, he joined me.

“Everything ok, Jake?”

“Been some rescues. Guy under the umbrella there was socked across his jaw by his ex in the shallows. He refused to go to the doctor. I did what I could for him, and he is napping. I gestured down to where Patrick lay under his umbrella, his ass in that thong, making an inviting view, and Mike sure took his time looking.

I spoke into his obvious distraction. "The other incidents were not that serious. Some kid got too close to the jetty, and I had to go haul him out of there, and other little stuff. A warning whistle took care of it.”

“Think I better check on the guy under that blue umbrella?” Mike asked without looking away from Patrick's very fine ass.

“If you would, Lt.” I said, keeping it formal, even though my eyes could not get enough of his overstuffed pouch. I yanked my eyes back to the shallows and the beach, scanning the water. There were still a few minutes left before 5Pm and the end of lifeguard protection on the beach.

Mike left me and went to crouch by Patrick, who rolled over and talked with Mike for a while. Mike reached out a couple of times to lightly touch Patrick’s jaw, and I felt a twitch in my groin at the sight, seeing Mike go a bit further then protocol demanded.

Eventually he seemed satisfied Patrick was ok if bruising up a little, and Mike came back and climbed the chair to sit beside me, throwing a muscular arm around my shoulders.

“He seems ok,” he told me. “Hot guy though. I might ask him out.” He grinned. “I got his number.”

I gaped at this, and Mike laughed softly. “Yeah, I figured you were into him, but I still got his number. You have a man, right?”

“Right.” I agreed quickly, too quickly.

Mike chuckled and his arm left my shoulder to slide down my back into my speedo. I knew what he wanted to do, play with my ass. why fight it?' I thought. I sort of leaned forward, raiding up for just a moment and he lost no time taking the hint. His hand tucked down my crack and his fingers rubbed over my hole.

Fuck! I could feel myself springing a big surging boner as his middle finger and then two fingers invaded my ass. I leaned forward as he added a third, pain shooting through me before the pleasure of his fingers brushing my prostate caused me to moan involuntarily. He'd already done this to me in this chair once before, but now it was three fingers, and they were playing my prostate like a virtuoso. 

I kept my eyes on the people who were now beginning to leave and the water and glanced at the clock as Mike finger fucked me right there in my tower. I was having a hard time keeping my mouth closed and not wearing a slack jawed look.

“As long as were here, we have to keep a watch,” I said, groaning as he got all four fingers in and really rubbed my prostate. I was getting close, my cock popping out of my speedo. Only a towel thrown hastily over my lap hid me from view, that and the height of the chair.

Out of the corner of my eye I caught the motion as Patrick’s umbrella was taken down by the umbrella rental guy. Patrick sat up and began gathering his things.

Lt Mike had me close to shooting by this time, but he teasingly drew his fingers out of my hole. caressing my butt, he slowly withdrew his hand up my back. My ass cried out for him, spasming from the sudden emptiness. "Yeah, you want my big dick up your fine ass again, don't you, stud," he purred in my ear.

"Damn good thing the shift is over. I was about to cum." I said breathing a little hard. "Mike, I can't do this to Danny." Sheesh did I sound wimpy. 

“No word yet on the promotion being finalized,” he told me, paying no attention. Then teasingly, he licked my ear. "I think I will go help Patrick back to his room, help guard him from his x, right?" Mike winked. "You’d better cool down and pack up here.”

He gave me a half hug, and then hopped down from the tower, not bothering to hide that his cock was half poking out the skimpy pouch. He grabbed my towel, slung it over one shoulder so that it hung down over his semi exposed state, and then with a wink up at me, strolled over to Patrick, who clearly looked up and was gawping as Mike sauntered sexily toward him. Even at a distance I could see the bruise forming on Patrick's handsome features. They talked. Mike stepped close, bending close to examine Patrick's jaw. I wasn’t sure, but it looked like Patrick accidentally lifted a hand playing it over Mike’s huge cock where it made a gesture at being covered. Slut! I fumed, jealous, yet grateful to Mike for distracting that sexy beauty. I knew if I had a lot to do with Patrick, I would be in bed with him in no time at all. The only thing was, I was jealous of Patrick, too. I had to admit it now. I mean which way did the jealousy go. anyway? “Mike’s deep purr of a chest voice, his big cock and his talented fingers had gotten to me. I wanted him to really fuck me, alone, in private, to claim me, and I was so horny that at that moment, my guilt for thinking that way when I had Dan, hardly registered on the scruple scale at all.

I was so hard I was seeping pre under the towel I had over my lap. Luckily people were leaving. Mike and Patrick left, Patrick, waving to me as he went with Mike’s arm over his shoulders.

I chose my moment and, with only a few beach goers left, leaped off the chair with my float held over my cock and ran into the water to cool the blasted thing.

As I stayed in the water, masturbating myself for some release, I thought with a sigh of relief, that tomorrow was a day off. I could spend the day with Dan, maybe and stop all this feverish teasing.

Tomorrow was Wednesday. Wednesday and Thursdays were my days off, both from the gym and the beach. Hopefully Dan could break away from his hotel, or if not Dan, then maybe. oh God, howe easily my mind strayed, I’d tempt myself with a little Alex ass. Still, I hoped Dan and I could spend some time together. It was something we needed to do., just the two of us. I needed to stop thinking about other men!"

Releasing into the water helped, my cock pumping out into the gentle surf. I sagged back into the water, floating, relaxing, before heading up to pack up for the day, my thoughts tangled up in visions of bulges, cocks, and five or six hot sexy men, in which Dan's beloved face figured in there, somewhere. What the FUCK was I going to do?