I woke up feeling like death, still buzzing from the night before. My body ached, and my head throbbed, but somehow, by some miracle, I managed to drag myself to work. The beach parking lot was packed as usual, and I grabbed my bag, jogging toward the locker room. No chance of sneaking in unnoticed though—Ed was waiting for me.
“Rod, you’ve got a newbie today,” Ed barked before I could even put my stuff down. “First day for him, so show him the ropes. I’ll bring him to you once we finish the paperwork.”
Great. Of all people, Ed picked me—the laziest bastard on staff. I barely dragged myself through my shifts as it was. Training some wide-eyed rookie? Fantastic. Complaining wouldn’t do shit though; I knew my reputation wasn’t stellar. Constantly late, barely paying attention… I was one fuck-up away from getting canned. The whole reason I got this job was because I just wanted to chill in the sun and not work. It’s not like I would let anyone drown or anything, but most of the time being a lifeguard was pretty boring. This beach barely had any waves.
I went to my locker and grabbed my uniform—a tiny red speedo that was, frankly, more of a torture device. It barely contained me as it was, but with Ed’s tight-fisted budget, getting new ones wasn’t in the cards. I pulled it up over my legs, leaving my cock and balls hanging out for a second as I prepared for the inevitable squashing.
Getting everything packed into that stupid fabric was always a struggle. My cock, nine inches soft, with some extra foreskin to boot, was no easy fit. The thing stretched tight around me, and even after I managed to shove it all in, my junk felt crushed. I checked myself in the mirror—couldn’t help but smirk. The bulge looked obscene, practically screaming for attention. It jutted out several inches from my crotch and looked like it was going to explode out of the speedo. Whatever, I thought, adjusting myself one last time.
Out at the lifeguard station, I slumped into the chair, throwing my sunglasses on. There was another chair beside me, and behind me a small shack with supplies, including first aid and a small cot for people to rest if they were injured. The sun beat down, warm and lazy. Looked like it’d be a slow day—just how I liked it. But then I heard footsteps.
I glanced up, and fuck me… the guy standing in front of me was insane. Like, beefy Latino pornstar kind of hot. His t-shirt strained over his massive pecs, the sleeves stretched over his biceps. Thick as hell with thighs like tree trunks and an ass that was nothing short of monumental. His shorts clung to every inch of that massive bubble butt, the kind that made me instantly imagine sinking my teeth, and tongue, and cock, into it. My cock twitched involuntarily in the too-tight speedo.
“Hey… I’m new here,” he said, breaking my lustful trance. He held up some paperwork. “Any idea where I can find Rod?”
I stared at him for a moment, my brain trying to process anything beyond how fucking perfect he was. My jaw practically dropped. “Yeah… I’m Rod, and no, it’s not short for Rodney,” I said in my typical introduction, used to suggest the origin of my nickname. “What’s your name?”
He blinked, probably wondering if that was my real name or if I was named after what was barely being contained in my speedo. I get that a lot. “Alejandro. But call me Alejo.” He wiped sweat from his forehead, clearly not loving the heat. “Ed said you’d train me. Does it always feel like an oven out here?”
I chuckled, trying not to openly ogle his thick thighs and pecs that strained his shirt with every breath. I HAD to see more of him. A scheme started to hatch in the back of my head. I took his paperwork and tossed it in a pile next to my chair. “Yeah, it gets hot as fuck out here. But man, you’re wearing too much. Let’s get you a uniform. Come on, I’ll grab you one from the shack."
Inside the little wooden building, I rifled through a box of uniforms, pretending to search but already knowing where this was going. There were small, medium, and large… but I held up the smallest speedo I could find, hiding the larger sizes in the box.
“Shit, dude, this is the only size we have left. You think you can squeeze into it?” I tossed the tiny red speedo his way, grinning. “Go ahead, try it on. We’re both guys here, right?”
He looked at me like I was pulling some kind of joke, but after a moment, he snatched the fabric from my hand. “No way this thing’s gonna fit,” he muttered, but to my surprise, he didn’t back down.
He moved behind some boxes for privacy. I couldn’t see much, but I heard him struggling with the damn thing. I could imagine every second of it—his thick ass trying to squeeze into that tiny piece of fabric, muscles flexing and clenching. My cock stiffened further as I imagined that bubble butt filling out the speedo.
When he stepped out from behind the boxes, I nearly lost it. The thing had barely made it around his waist, his ass cheeks fully exposed, the red fabric wedged between them like a thong. He bent down to pick up his clothes, and the sight of his bare ass sent my pulse racing.
“So, I guess this works…” Alejo said, completely unaware of how ridiculous—and incredibly hot—he looked.
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Jesus fucking Christ, I was right. This guy’s ass was unreal—two perfect slightly hairy globes of muscle with just the right amount of jiggle. It was hypnotic. The speedo was practically swallowed by those cakes, barely covering anything, exposing at least half of his cheeks. The front pouch seemed fine - dude was clearly not as gifted as me in the dick department. I could already feel my dick pressing harder against my own too-tight speedo, straining to stay contained. Just imagining what he had between those cheeks was enough to make me want to burst right then and there.
But I had to play it cool. Push too hard, and he’d be out the door. This was a long game—get him comfortable, ease him in. Maybe a few well-placed compliments and a little teasing.
“Looks good, bro,” I said, gesturing down at my own stretched-out bulge. “Don’t worry about the size—Ed’s too cheap to get new ones.” My cock, semi-chubbed and pressing harder now, was practically peeking out of the top of the speedo. I could feel the fabric pushing down just enough to show the base of my shaft and a bit of pubes. I didn’t bother hiding it; let him take a look.
Alejo didn’t seem to notice at first, too busy adjusting his own speedo, which was struggling against the sheer mass of his ass. The waistband barely cleared the top of his cheeks. I bit my lip, suppressing the urge to reach out and just squeeze them, but I couldn’t stop staring as they jiggled with every move he made. “Shit feels cooler than what I had on before,” he said, glancing back at me with a smirk. “So I’m not mad about it.”
The guy turned and headed toward the sand, those cheeks bouncing with every step. Even in that little piece of red fabric, they moved like they had a life of their own. I could feel my speedo growing tighter by the second, my cock pressing against the material.
“Hey bro,” I called after him, trying to sound casual. “How about we run some drills? Get you up to speed, y’know?” I handed him a lifesaver and pointed out toward the ocean. “Imagine someone’s drowning out there. I want you to sprint, swim to that point, and get back here as fast as you can. I’ll time you.”
Alejo’s face lit up. He was clearly itching to show off. “Bet,” he said, his voice cocky. “Just let me know how I do.” He got into position, bending over with his hands on the ground, and I swear to god, my cock twitched at the sight. His ass was right there, flexing and bouncing as he bolted down the beach.
When he hit the water, I nearly groaned out loud. That dive, the water dripping off his body when he emerged… I was throbbing in my speedo. The way those cakes clapped together as he sprinted back made me adjust myself under the excuse of “comfort.” My cock was rock hard now, no hiding it.
He flopped onto the sand, panting and looking up at me, grinning like a puppy waiting for praise. “How’d I do?”
I looked down at the stopwatch in my hand and shrugged. “Ah, shit, bro, looks like it’s busted.” I tossed the thing aside, not caring. “But it was fast as hell. Less than a minute, for sure.”
Alejo lay there, face down, those cheeks still up in the air. I couldn’t help it. My mind was racing, filled with all the filthy things I wanted to do to that ass. I adjusted my cock again, sliding it down beneath my balls so the base peeked out even more. I scratched at my crotch lazily, letting the speedo slip down just enough to show a little extra.
I noticed Alejo glance at it, his eyes widening slightly. He quickly tried to play it off, but he saw it. He definitely saw it.
“Uh, dude,” he said, laughing a little, but there was a hint of something else in his voice. “What the fuck? Are you hard right now?”
Busted, but I wasn’t backing down. I grinned, shrugging like it was no big deal. “Hey, it happens, man. Morning wood, y’know?”
He seemed more amused than freaked out, which gave me the green light to keep pushing. “Wanna see the whole thing?” I said, tapping my bulge. “This isn’t even full mast yet. There’s a reason they call me ‘Rod’—and it ain’t 'cause my name’s Rodney.”
Alejo laughed again, tossing a handful of sand at me, but I caught the curiosity in his eyes. “You always this sus around new people?” he joked, still watching, intrigued despite himself. “Shit’s already huge. Ain’t no way it gets bigger.”
“Why don’t you step inside and find out?” I said, motioning toward the shack.
Alejo followed, maybe just out of curiosity or maybe a little more. Either way, I dropped my speedo without hesitation, letting my cock spring free. Fully hard now, it was a monster—thirteen inches, throbbing with every pulse of my heartbeat, precum already dripping from the tip.
Alejo’s eyes widened as he looked at it, his voice almost a whisper. “Holy shit, man…”
I slapped it against my hand, a wet smack echoing in the small space. “Told you. Now you see why these speedos are a bitch to wear.”
Alejo chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief, but I could see his eyes drifting back to it. I was getting to him, just like I planned. “How the hell do you even fit that in there? Put it back on, you proved your point.”
But I wasn’t ready to stop. Not yet. I stepped closer, eyes fixed on his perfect ass. “Nah, man. Girls and guys are always saying I’m too big, hurts too much. I hardly ever get to use it. But there is one benefit.” I stuck out my tongue between two fingers, showing him just how long and thick it was. “I’ve gotten real good at eating ass.”
Alejo swallowed, his cockiness faltering for a moment. His eyes darted back to my tongue, and I could see something shift in him. A curiosity. A hunger. He cleared his throat, trying to shake it off. “Satan, put that tongue away and let’s find your uniform,” he said, laughing it off, but his voice was a little shakier now.
He got down on all fours, searching for my discarded speedo, and holy fuck, the view… His ass, fully exposed now, jiggled with every movement. The fabric of his speedo, bunched around his knees, gave me the perfect view of his hole, twitching ever so slightly as his cheeks spread apart. It was perfect—tight, untouched, begging to be opened up.
I couldn’t help myself. My cock was throbbing, precum dripping onto the floor as I stroked myself. I reached down and smacked his ass, feeling the jiggle ripple under my hand. Then, bolder now, I squeezed, feeling the firm muscle give way to softness.
“Damn, bro,” I muttered, voice thick with lust. “What the fuck do they feed you to get an ass like this?”
Alejo didn’t flinch, used to the playful slaps, but his hole twitched again at my touch. “I dunno, man,” he said, wiggling his hips a little, making his cheeks bounce. “Guess I’m just built this way.”
I leaned down, closer to his ass, my breath hot against his skin. “Anybody ever tell you you’ve got a nice hole?” I teased, my finger lightly grazing over his entrance. “You ever had your ass eaten before?”
Alejo tensed for a second, but I could hear the hesitation in his voice when he answered. “Never met a girl who was down for that…” He sounded unsure, but there was no denying the curiosity laced through his words.
I grinned, my finger tracing circles around his hole. “You’re missing out, bro…”
Alejo’s tiny hole pulsed under the pad of my finger, just the way I liked it—tight, reactive, twitching like a muscle fighting back its own hunger. I rubbed lazy spirals around it, circling the delicate ring with enough pressure to make it clench, but not enough to breach. It was like taunting a shy mouth to open with the smell of something irresistible, just to feel the tremble before the kiss.
“Haha, well I’ve been told by both chicks and dudes I eat pussy like a beast,” I murmured, my grin stretching slow and wide, shameless. I didn’t mask the weight in my voice. “I could always show you what’s up.”
It wasn’t even a question anymore. Anyone with half a brain could tell I was hitting on him—this wasn’t subtle flirtation. I was gunning for his hole with my eyes, my voice, my tongue already working phantom strokes in the air between us. Kid might’ve been slow on the uptake but by now? Even the dumbest jock would catch the scent.
“Mind if I get a little more comfortable?” I asked, but didn’t bother with the answer. My cock was already out, heavy and halfway hard, veined like it was stitched together with fire hoses. I let it drop across Alejo’s lower back with a lazy, satisfying slap, precum already oozing from the slit and slicking a path through the soft hairs dusting his skin. Just the thought of burying my face between his cheeks had me leaking.
I wasn’t gonna edge this out like some romance novel. I was gonna eat that jock cunt raw.
Alejo didn’t even try to move, and that’s how I knew he wanted it. He could’ve stood up, brushed me off, cracked a joke and walked, but instead he stayed there, laying prone with his speedo shifted just enough to expose that twitching little button. The moment I pulled my finger away, I saw his hole flinch, like it missed the contact. I smiled as I felt the heat from my cock spreading across his ass, felt it twitch against my length like it was trying to beg through touch. Rock hard now, and the jock hadn’t even been touched properly. My tongue hadn’t even made contact.
He twisted, looked over his shoulder, voice half dare, half plea. “Are you gonna spread them or what?”
God. Yes.
I grabbed the rest of his speedo and yanked it down in one fluid motion, rough and fast, baring the full roundness of his ass. His cheeks bounced once, twice, covered in a light smattering of fuzz that caught the light and made him look impossibly fuckable. I sunk my fingers in, spreading him apart with both hands. It wasn’t easy—those cheeks had heft, muscle wrapped in cushion, firm but bouncy, a perfect contradiction—but I pried him open until that sweet little knot of pink came into view.
Pristine. Untouched. A tight, virginal little cunt waiting to be tongue-fucked into obedience.
I buried my face between his cheeks and started licking like a man starved, lips pressing flat and open against his hole like I was kissing a pussy. Long, wet strokes of my tongue glided across his rim, each one dragging strings of saliva across his flesh until he was slick, needy, practically begging for me. My spit gathered, dripped, slicked his hole until it glistened like a used mouth.
Slup… shrrrp… hnnnghh fuck…
Each time I smacked my lips against his cunt, I flicked the tip of my tongue against the center, teasing the opening. The resistance was tight—impossibly tight—but that didn’t stop me from trying to drive the tip in with each motion, priming it, softening it, coaxing his hole to give just a little.
His moan echoed low and raw, “Fuuuckkk…” and that was all I needed.
Alejo collapsed from all fours down to his elbows, back arching, ass lifting higher to grant me better access. His cock hung heavy and untouched beneath him, rock hard and leaking without a single stroke. His ass was mine, cheeks spread so wide my face practically disappeared into the cleft. I saw his hand reach back, fingers wrapping around the crown of my skull like he was locking me in place.
“Suck it like you’re eating pussy, stoner…fuck that feels good. Where’s that long tongue by the way? I ain’t letting you out till I feel it.”
Didn’t have to tell me twice.
I doubled down, mashed my face against his ass like I was starving, tongue flattening then curling, alternating broad swipes with tight licks. I rimmed slow then fast, then slow again, switching rhythms just to keep him twitching. Circling, flicking, spearing—all the tricks I knew, I used them. His jock cunt pulsed and jumped under my tongue like it was trying to suck me in. I tongued his hole like it was a needy little mouth, trying to slip past those tight lips, feel the warmth beyond.
The resistance began to melt. I felt his ring loosen, bit by bit, a bloom of tension uncoiling around my tongue with every breath he took. His body was giving in, surrendering inch by inch.
I didn’t stop. Couldn’t. My face was wet with my own spit and his sweat, and all I could think about was getting deeper. Then, finally, finally, I felt it give—his hole accepted the tip of my tongue with a twitch and a pulse like a heartbeat.
He gasped—“Oh…oh FUCK!”—and the sound was so raw, so broken, I swear I could’ve cum just hearing it.
Alejo let go of my head, but I didn’t stop. My tongue slipped inside, slow and firm, spearing deep into the tight heat of his cunt. The inner walls clung to me, squeezing like they didn’t want to let go, and I flicked inside him, searching, exploring, brushing that spot that made his back arch and his body quake.
His hips started grinding against my face, riding me, moving in slow circles, working his pussy on my tongue like it was his only instinct left. I felt his hole throb around me, spasming, pulling my tongue in deeper like it knew it was born to take it.
“Goddamn…fuck yes…” he moaned low and breathy, face pressed into the shack floor, whole body shivering like a live wire. I heard his voice but felt it more in the way his cheeks flexed, his hole tightened, his whole body began to tremble. He gyrated, teased himself with my tongue, rode the edge with nothing but my mouth doing the work.
And then it hit.
Alejo came. Hands free. Body clenching and twitching and gasping as his cock unloaded beneath him, ropes of cum hitting the shack floor in messy, wet splatters. His cunt pulsed around my tongue, squeezing and rippling like it was trying to milk my face. I kept going, licking, pushing deeper, riding out his orgasm with slow strokes and open-mouthed kisses to his jock pussy.
I only pulled away when his spasms began to slow, when his breath evened out, when he sagged in place, utterly fucked out.
A thick rope of spit clung between my chin and his ass, shining and drooling down his crack like a leash of ownership.
But I wasn’t done.
I rose up, grabbed my cock—hard as rebar, flushed dark red with veins bulging—and started fisting it with both hands. I used the mix of spit and precum already smeared across his lower back as lube, stroking fast, rough, biting my lip as I stared at his destroyed hole twitching open and shut like it missed me already.
Alejo lay there, wrecked, still in aftershocks, ass jiggling with every twitch. He probably didn’t even know I was jerking it behind him.
“FUCK!” I roared as my climax punched out of me, thick white ropes splattering across his ass. My cum exploded from my cock in heavy spurts, coating his cheeks, dripping down to the crack of his ass, some of it trailing down his thighs while other strands landed in glossy streaks across his back. I glazed him like a fucking donut, every pump splashing more cream across those mounded cheeks.
And as I stood there, panting, spent but grinning, all I could think was:
Welcome to lifeguard training, jock. You’re mine now.
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