Wet

From: Matthew Lee

Picture: Dreaming in Blue

Published in: Young & Hung, July 2002

The young wannabe-lifeguard had to show off his moves first

I knew Bucky long before he walked into my office and asked for a job. For two summers he had been a regular at the county beach, where I was head lifeguard, and always hung around my chair making a lot of small talk. And sure, he was a cute kid exhibiting every symptom of puppy love. But young as he was, I tried to keep a friendly distance.

So when he came in looking for work, I gave him a pleasant smile of recognition before saying, "We can't take minors." He wasn't just small- five-foot-six and slightly built- he had that downy glow of a young boy lust getting hair on his balls; I didn't figure him for any older than 16.

The shy, boyish way he bit his lip as he slid his driver's license across the counter didn't make-him look any older. But the ID showed he'd had his eighteenth birthday the previous week. That changes everything; I thought, giving him another good look over as I passed him an application and said, "Beg your pardon. Happy birthday, Methuselah."

He grinned and blushed, and in a moment he was hunched over the application, his young face screwed up in concentration.

I looked at him closely as he wrote. No doubt he was called Bucky for the prominent yet attractive overbite, which, added to his youthful quality. He was blond, petite, his skin smooth and fair. Above emerald green eyes, his dark eyebrows suggested he would tan nicely. His cheekbones were high and prominent, his chin narrow and delicate, his arms slender but wiry and all but hairless, and his hands, scribbling at the application, were small. Best of all, he was now fair game.

When he was done writing, I noted the other lifeguards wouldn't arrive till the park opened in two hours. Plenty of time to put Bucky through his paces, one way or another. "Did you bring trunks?" I asked.

He nodded and raised his shirt, then lowered his jeans to show me the waistband of his swimsuit, offering a tantalizing look at the smooth, ivory flesh of his belly.

I suggested we head down to the beach for some trials, stripping to my trunks as I spoke and telling him to do the same. He bit his lip again as he tried to look away from my tanned body, my muscular chest and limbs furred with thick, dark hair. His eyes were drawn to me as they'd been previous summers when he hadn't been 18. But now, as he stripped to his low-rise brief trunks, I didn't hide my admiration.

Bucky had blossomed since last summer. Small and boyish as he was, every inch of his hairless flesh rippled with muscle sleeved in skin as pale and smooth as white satin. And from the all-body blush that crept up his smooth flesh as he stripped for me, it was obvious he had an idea I liked the way it looked.

I didn't mind admitting, as I ogled him shamelessly, "Kid, if you get this job, the girls won't give you a minute's rest."

He flashed a boyish grin, his blush deepening as he asked shyly, "Just the girls?" with an arch of his dark eyebrows.

Better and better, I thought, grabbing my gym bag as I went for the door and said, "Let's do it."

Bucky did well on every time and endurance trial. And small as he was, he recovered me expertly as I played a drowner. When he swam out to fetch me, I made a classic panic move, trying to wrap my arms around him. He did everything right, shoving me away with a stiff arm to the chest, then dragging me with an arm under my chin while I went limp. When we reached the shore, he was panting with exertion.

As I lay patiently in the sand, Bucky on his hands and knees beside me, I watched his sides heave for breath, his rib cage swelling and subsiding dramatically.

"Okay," I said. "Show me your resuscitation skills."

"Okay," he said uncertainly, crouching above me, his shadow blocking the sun. "Um, I gotta make sure your throat is clear," he announced. "So-so I gotta stick my fingers in your mouth."

"Uh-huh? I said expectantly.

"O-okay," he said, and I closed my eyes. As his index and middle fingers slid into my mouth, I resisted the urge to suck on them. Sure he was legal, but if I was going to be his boss I didn't feel right pushing him into anything. His fingers slid to the back of my throat, and I gagged. "Sorry," he mumbled .

"'Sokay," I said, my eyes" still shut. "So... my windpipe's clear."

"Yeah," he said, and there was a long pause filled only with the sound of his breathing. I felt him loom closer, his breath hot on my face. "S-so now I-” he paused, and I peeked to find myself staring into his brilliant green eyes, our noses almost touching, his sweet, pink lips close enough to kiss.

I was in an agony of my own but tried to keep it professional. "Relax, Buck," I said, my tone a lot calmer than I felt.

He leaned still closer, and I felt his wet swimsuit against my thigh. His cock was so stiff, it was like a pencil poking my leg. Then his open mouth was on mine. I was about to push him back to remind him to pinch off my nose, when his tongue slid into my mouth, his lips sucking gently at mine as he uttered a long sigh, like a man drinking water after a long journey through a hot and lonely land.

For a moment he broke the kiss, his eyes wide and nervous, his buck teeth nibbling anxiously at his pink lower lip. "Is it okay?" he asked, as he reached down to squeeze my throbbing hard-on through the soaking material of my baggies.

I smiled and put a hand on the back of his head. "Oh, yeah," I told him, drawing his mouth to mine and pulling his small, wet body on top of me. We tossed out any pretense of continuing the test as he fell on me, his small but potent little package grinding into my big, hard cock and balls as I slurped hungrily at his luscious mouth, sanding his smooth, boyish cheek with my raspy stubble.

We wrestled against each other as though trying to inhabit each other's skin. I peeled his tight, wet trunks off his tight, wet buns, the morning sun above us, the sand beneath, squeezing and kneading his smooth, boyish butt, pulling his cock into my crotch. Impatient to be naked, we rolled apart, staring hungrily at each other as we kicked off the restraining suits.

Bucky was buck-naked, and beneath the wispiest little thatch of glossy blond crotch-hair was a cock that was stiff as a chicken bone and drooling pre-cum like piss.

I stood, towering over him, my own nine inches seeming to dwarf him by itself. One of his smallish hands reached up to wrap it, squeezing out a dribble of pre-cum. On his knees before me, he gazed at it with an expression-something like awe, something like hunger- that made me even hornier, while his other hand worked on his own small erection.

I took a handful of his silky blond hair, still soaked and slick from the lake, and gently pulled his face upward, till his nose nuzzled the base of my thick cock and his pouty lips kissed my hairy, dangling balls. "Suck," I whispered, and his cheeks filled like a chipmunk's as he slurped and sucked and nibbled at my heavy ball sac.

I groaned with pleasure and slowly eased him backward till he was on his back, his knees still bent up under him, and came to rest on his ball sucking face. My hard, heavy cock lay across his nose, his eyes glassy with dreamy pleasure as he gazed at me through the thick, dark forest of my pubic hair.

I reached to my gym bag and withdrew a handful of condoms and a brand new tube of lube, we lifeguards learn to be prepared for any contingency. As I slid a latex sleeve onto my cock with a snap, my balls still buried in little Bucky's hungry mouth, I told him, "I'm going to fuck the shit out of you."

I did a sit and spin on his face, never removing my balls from his persistent mouth, turning around for a better view of his small, smooth body and that impressive yet cute boy cock. Grabbing his thighs, I pulled him up, flinging his legs over my shoulders to dangle in the air, standing him on his shoulders, his head folded under me, still sucking my balls. I started on his tight, hairless, delicious little scrotum, wrinkled and shrunken from the chill of his swim but swelling as I slurped and smacked loudly at the juicy little package.

As his legs relaxed and dangled farther apart, his firm, white butt-cheeks eased open to reveal the tight, virgin hole between, winking pink and shiny.

As much as I loved eating his succulent little balls, I wanted that hole. Peeling open another condom, I slipped it over my tongue and pulled his small, pinned-upside-down body tight to me as I plunged my sheathed tongue into the center of his upturned ass.

He was so small, I rose easily with him in my arms, my balls finally plopping from his mouth with a loud smack, the crown of my sheathed cock finding that same hungry hole with a mind of its own. I stood bucking my cock into his gulping throat, my arms bear-hugging his slender waist, pinning him to me upside-down as my condomed tongue drilled his blossoming virgin asshole.

He never touched the ground as I squatted to retrieve the lube tube from my bag and rose again, planting its tip against the tight lips of his anus. I squeezed half the contents into his soon-to-be-ravaged little love button. It opened eagerly to my probing tongue and fingers while his cock-stuffed mouth groaned with pleasure below.

He was so light I handled him like a doll, turning him upright, guiding his arms around my neck, his strong little legs around my hips, bringing his slick asshole to rest on the thick, hard post of my horny cock. Our mouths found each other again, and he sucked my tongue with pained urgency as he let his weight carry him down my cock, his tight hole swallowing me to the root in one slow, continuous slide.

His clenching hole pinched me like a vise, as if it might bite my cock off. He moaned into my mouth, frantically chewing my lips and tongue as his small, clammy body wriggled in my arms. When the tight ring of muscle around his ass hole came to rest against my pubic bone, he hugged me close and trembled. "It's so big!" he whispered in awe. "It feels so good!"

"It's about to feel a lot better," I told him. And I took three long strides and plunged into the lake, his ass still impaled, his arms and legs clinging tightly to me as my arms stroked and legs kicked, the natural undulations of my swimming rocking my cock in and out, poking and stroking, widening his willing hole as we knifed through the cool water.

Small as he was, I still couldn't hold us both above water this way, and when we would sink to the bottom, I would squat low, then push powerfully against the sand, thrusting us both up and out of the water, slamming my cock hard into him, taking great gulps of air before sinking again, our mouths locked onto one another, feeding each other recycled air.

The coolness of the water kept his asshole tight but didn't cool my ardor, and soon I bore us to the shallows to give him a proper fucking. At the lake's edge, still knee-deep in the water, I rotated him on my cock to set him on his hands and knees amid the gently lapping waves. Setting a hand on each of his smooth, wet-satin white buns, I pulled my staff out in a quick yank, making him gasp, till just the very crown remained wedged in his tender trap, then fired it in to the hilt in one stroke. He wailed at the splitting sensation; tossing his head in the air, whipping water back at me, and cried, "It's so fucking good! I'm so fucking stuffed with cock! Aw, fuck me, man! Fuck my punk ass!"

Like he needed to ask! I fell on him, crushing his small body into the water and sand, and started rabbit-fucking him, my soggy hips smacking his wet ass with loud, rapid fire slaps, while he groaned and writhed beneath me, bucking his hungry ass up to gulp my cock deeper and harder.

He started to make a long, continuous moan, punctuated with grunts in synch with my pounding cock: the sound of a guy getting his ass turned out, his prostate getting worked over, getting the long, grueling, electric orgasm that only a good hard ass-fucking could provide. He wasn't even touching his cock. He didn't need to. He was getting a deep-ass massage, better than jacking off could ever be.

I was near orgasm and reckoned he would be too. Manhandling him, I spun him again and stood, letting him dangle, upended and backward, from my thrusting waist. I could actually see my cock raising a little dome in his slender lower belly with each entry while his stiff cock pissed a steady flow of pre-cum. He reached down through the shallow water to balance his weight on his hands at the sandy bottom and started to cry, "Oh, fuck! I'm gonna shoot! I'm gonna shoot!"

I started to shoot myself. As I fired load after load into his ass, his body bounced and flopped wildly like a marionette on tangled wire, his cock spewing long, pearly ropes of cum out onto the water, some even looping several feet to the beach, flung in rhythm with my rapid thrusts. He gasped and grunted in ecstasy till our orgasms slowly subsided. Then my weary knees weakened, and I collapsed backward, tugging him in after me, my spent cock plopping out of his asshole as we descended with a great white splash into the water.

He was on me like a barracuda, clinging to me and kissing me and sputtering, "So fucking good! So fucking good!"

Our passion hadn't cooled, but it was nearing time to open the beach and I had to pry him off me. We were both exhausted; fortunately there were two other lifeguards scheduled for duty. I made a mental note that in the future we should do our fucking after the beach closed instead of before it opened, so we would have fresh legs for our duties. In fact, I implemented that policy that very night.

By the way, Bucky got the job.