Lifeguard Training #1

By Speedo Stud

Published on May 24, 2013

Gay

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Kal pulled his head back, releasing the spasming engorged cock from the viselike pucker of his lips. Warm, salty cum dripped from toungue, as the lifeguard formed a fist around the base of his cock, and squeezed one last spurt across Kal's bronzed, muscled abs. He leaned in, letting Kal take his balls into his mouth, in thanks for the throatful of jism they had just supplied. He opened his mouth, and smiled as the heavy scrotum slapped against the lifeguard's tan thigh. "Another satisfied stud," he said. "Fuck yeah," the lifeguard purred. "You want some more? I'll call the rest of the squad in." Kal looked down between his legs where the pre-cum that was leaking out of his rockhard cock was staining through the bright pink thong he'd worn to the beach that day.

The lifeguard had spotted him almost as soon as he arrived and laid down to work on his tan, face down of course, so his smooth, tan bubble butt would be on display. "I'm going to have to ask you to come inside the lifeguard station. We dont allow that kind of swimwear in this town. We'll let you borrow some of our trunks." Kal could see the bulge forming underneath the lifeguard's boardshorts.

Inside, the lifeguard (who turned out to be the captain) led Kal into his office and closed the door. He asked Kal to wait while he went into a small adjoining bathroom. After a minute he stepped out and asked Kal to turn around. "You like Speedos?," he said. To Kal's suprise, and delight, the lifeguard captain was now wearing a bright sapphire-colored bikini. As he walked over and turned to face Kal, Kal could see that it was a Rio cut model, with just a thin stretch of fabric arching up and across the captain's buttocks. It was like a thong but even sexier, because instead of just exposing the masculine ass, it hid just enough to accentuate the natural curve of muscle. In front, a structured pouch strained to hold his massive and rapidly hardening cock and ample balls. It looked like the prow of a great ship, and it pointed at Kal's mouth, practically demanding to be sucked.

Kal simply closed his eyes and formed an O with his mouth. He soon felt the captains powerful hands lace together behind his head, and the cockhead penetrade his lips, slide down his toungue and bump up against the back of his throat. For the next five minutes, the captain slowly face-fucked him, pausing every few thrusts to gently bury the full majesty of his shaft into the depths of Kal's throat. His nose buried in the lifeguard's soft mound of curly black pubic hair, Kal grew drunk on the mixture of aromas - sweat, sand, salt water, and what was probably dried cum from a earlier blowjob that morning. A guy like this must have guys (and girls) just lining up for a chance to get on their knees.

Later, as the rest of the lifeguards filed in, all wearing tight read speedos with a white cross on the back, Kal knew that if he blew a couple more studs, he was going to cum right in his suit. It was his favorite kind of orgy. He'd have multiple orgasms without even being touched, just from the overwhleming erotic please of deepthroating a gang of beach studs.

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