My summer job as a lifeguard (M/M)
Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2018 7:21 pm
The summer after high school I lifeguarded at a county park, in central Florida I was 18. It was the year of Mark Sptiz and the speedo. Yes, I wore one when I lifeguarded. I had more than one female swimmer notice that I thought she was cute, if you know what I mean. Just so you understand, I was a swimmer in high school. While I didn't swim competitively anymore I was in the habit of shaving my legs. I had ended up shaving everything from the waste down, at the encouragment of a girlfriend. I still do, because my wife likes the look. We were in the county at a lake in central FL. It was out away from town and I was usually the only guard there. I was there from 9-5:30 with 30 minutes for lunch. There were some bathrooms and cars could park just outside the fence. Around the lake, back in the trees were picnic shelters that were seldom used. I would guard there 6 days a week over the summer. By mid summer I had a very dark tan.
Anyway, I didn't understand at the time but, cars parked along the fence and beside the bathrooms would often have men just sitting in them watching the swimmers. Basically pervs, older men trying to pick up girls or boys. Over a few weeks this one man struck up conversations with me. He'd often be there early or late. I'm guessing he was in his 50's. More gray than brown in his hair but peppered and a beard. One day, it was rainy which usually cleared the beach out. I was under the shelter by the bathroom, he and I were the only ones there and he invited me to come sit in his car. He offered me a beer, I was like sure. I can't believe I remember this so vividly, I haven't thought about it in years. We talked for a while and he ended up rubbing my leg. His hand became very comfortable on my thigh, touching and rubbing it higher. I guess he was seeing if i'd object. I did not. He pulled out these magazines from the back seat and under the front seat and asked me if I'd seen any of this type of thing.
My first view of gay porn. He started this whole discussion with me about what he thought about it and what had I seen or done before. I guess the beer did it's job because I told him I had played around with bondage games with a boy in band and been tied up in boy scouts. He loved hearing that. Out came the gay bondage stuff. How had I been tied, he queried? What had I done, who had done what to me? A bunch of questions spilled from him. He showed me, in a magazine, what a hogtie was. Yes, I had been hogtied before (on my 18th birthday as a matter of fact but, I'll go into that in another post, if anyone is interested). The magazine was on my leg and his left hand held the page. His right hand underneath the mag rubbed my thigh, moved higher, eventually touching my dick. After a few minutes of stroking me he commented on, "You seem to be enjoying this." He stopped briefly to pull bag with a stash of "toys” inside, for lack of a better word. There was ball gags, handcuffs, and rope. He had given me an erection. He asked what I would think about letting him tie my hands together? He wrapped a piece of rope around my wrists and tied them in front of me as we sat in his front seat. He gave my dick a squeeze and told me I was fun. As we sat there he continued to lightly stroke me and chatted me up. Mostly questions about me, did I like girls, what had I done in the past, personal stuff I'd never discussed with anyone. It stopped raining and I asked to be undone to go to the bathroom. He undid me and asked if I'd let him retie me when I came back. I told him if someone showed up I'd have to go back to work. When I returned he was standing beside the car with two beers and a hunk of rope in his hand. He drank from one and told me I could "earn" a second. All I have to do is let him tie me up and escape. I was nervous as hell and turned on at the same time. He promised no surprises and we’d stop anytime I wanted to. I told him I didn’t want to have anal and he was fine with that but, “I might do other stuff to you.“
He had me turn my back to him, we stood between the car and the fence, I could see down the road that lead to the park and no one was coming. He pulled my hands behind me and zip-zip my hands were tied. He turned me around holding me at the shoulders and looked me up and down. He pulled me close to him, one hand moved to my face and the other slipped down to my crotch sliding into my suit. He pulled the front down just enough to expose my erection and stroked me up and down a few times with his finger. After a good bit of conversation, I think he just enjoyed looking at me in my predicament, hands tied behind my back and swim suit pulled down exposing my erection. He finally, turned me around so my back was to him once again. Back then my hair was longish, not long long but longer than styles today. Long enough so he could grab it and pull my head back to put a ball gag in my mouth. It was obvious he had done this before. He pulled the strap tight, I mean tight tight. He turned me around and he is breathing heavy. He rubbed my dick some more and made a comment about how I was pressing myself into his hand. That made him very happy. With one hand holding my face and the other on my dick he commented that he had plans for my mouth that did not include the ball gag. What did I think about that? My response was a quite inaudible, "mmmppphhh," and he kissed me on the cheek. He looked around to make sure we were all alone. We were standing right outside the swimming area and if anyone had been there we would have been in trouble but, it was just us. Then he pulled my suit down to my knees and commented on how white I was under the suit. His hand stayed on my dick. Eventually, he kneeled down and sucked me a bit. Oh, My... I swayed into his mouth and back. Then he tied my knees and ankles and put me in the back seat of the car. We drove to one of the out of the way picnic shelters. No one could get in with out us seeing them first.
He pulled me out of the car, un-gagged me, kissed me (which I'm still not sure how I felt about that.) It was a deep, open-mouthed tongue kiss. I reciprocated and his hand ended up once again on my crotch, which by now was throbbing. He tied rope around my chest and arms. Then he stripped, he was erect, kissed me some more and had me kneel down and lick his dick. He stopped me and re-gagged then I had me hop over to the shelter. He pulled out a camera and took some pictures, "I have some friends who'll never believe this," he said. He had me pose in different positions, complimenting me on my tanlines and white butt once again. I remember he liked the way my dick bounced when I hopped. I ended up hogtied on the table, he'd play with me, almost to where I was about to come and then stop. He tied me in different ways, he liked rubbing his dick in my hands while they were tied. Of course I ended up on my knees sucking his dick. He was fairly large. It didn't take long for him to cum in my mouth, all over my face and on my chest. I was tightly gagged immediately after he came, hogtied back on the table and he played and sucked me until I gushed. He swallowed it all. After I came he left me there for good bit. I found that concrete table top was chilly. Meanwhile he took pictures, drank a beer, talked to me about how sexy I was all tied and gagged, nude like that and continued to play with my package. He told me I hadn’t escaped and didn’t earn the beer.
Finally, around 5, he took me back to the beach, hogtied, nude and gagged on the back seat of his car. As he put me in and took me out of the car he got a charge playing with my dick. I was completely spent but, it started to come back to life and actually came a second or maybe even a third time (It's hard to remember exactly). He kissed me then undid me standing in front of the beach. I remember he was teasing me about leaving me there nude and bound because I was so cute but, he gave me my speedo just before he drove away and a beer. Wow, sorry, this went on forever. We played a couple more times over the summer. Pretty much the same scenario. He was big time into tying me up. He loved to have me hogtied on the picnic table. He'd drink a beer, rub me all over but focus on my dick and talk to me. He had this thing for asking me questions, "What if he did... to me?" or "What did I think of the big breasted girl at the lake today? What would I do if she caught us like this?" To which my response would be, "mmmppphhhh". One time the beach was empty and he left me on the ground hogtied, nude and drove away. He came back in like 5 minutes. It was scary he was good at tying and I’m not sure I would have gotten undone. Another time, he brought a friend and the two of them tied me. He was always happy with bondage and a blow job. Frankly, being tied by him really tuned me on.
Anyway, I didn't understand at the time but, cars parked along the fence and beside the bathrooms would often have men just sitting in them watching the swimmers. Basically pervs, older men trying to pick up girls or boys. Over a few weeks this one man struck up conversations with me. He'd often be there early or late. I'm guessing he was in his 50's. More gray than brown in his hair but peppered and a beard. One day, it was rainy which usually cleared the beach out. I was under the shelter by the bathroom, he and I were the only ones there and he invited me to come sit in his car. He offered me a beer, I was like sure. I can't believe I remember this so vividly, I haven't thought about it in years. We talked for a while and he ended up rubbing my leg. His hand became very comfortable on my thigh, touching and rubbing it higher. I guess he was seeing if i'd object. I did not. He pulled out these magazines from the back seat and under the front seat and asked me if I'd seen any of this type of thing.
My first view of gay porn. He started this whole discussion with me about what he thought about it and what had I seen or done before. I guess the beer did it's job because I told him I had played around with bondage games with a boy in band and been tied up in boy scouts. He loved hearing that. Out came the gay bondage stuff. How had I been tied, he queried? What had I done, who had done what to me? A bunch of questions spilled from him. He showed me, in a magazine, what a hogtie was. Yes, I had been hogtied before (on my 18th birthday as a matter of fact but, I'll go into that in another post, if anyone is interested). The magazine was on my leg and his left hand held the page. His right hand underneath the mag rubbed my thigh, moved higher, eventually touching my dick. After a few minutes of stroking me he commented on, "You seem to be enjoying this." He stopped briefly to pull bag with a stash of "toys” inside, for lack of a better word. There was ball gags, handcuffs, and rope. He had given me an erection. He asked what I would think about letting him tie my hands together? He wrapped a piece of rope around my wrists and tied them in front of me as we sat in his front seat. He gave my dick a squeeze and told me I was fun. As we sat there he continued to lightly stroke me and chatted me up. Mostly questions about me, did I like girls, what had I done in the past, personal stuff I'd never discussed with anyone. It stopped raining and I asked to be undone to go to the bathroom. He undid me and asked if I'd let him retie me when I came back. I told him if someone showed up I'd have to go back to work. When I returned he was standing beside the car with two beers and a hunk of rope in his hand. He drank from one and told me I could "earn" a second. All I have to do is let him tie me up and escape. I was nervous as hell and turned on at the same time. He promised no surprises and we’d stop anytime I wanted to. I told him I didn’t want to have anal and he was fine with that but, “I might do other stuff to you.“
He had me turn my back to him, we stood between the car and the fence, I could see down the road that lead to the park and no one was coming. He pulled my hands behind me and zip-zip my hands were tied. He turned me around holding me at the shoulders and looked me up and down. He pulled me close to him, one hand moved to my face and the other slipped down to my crotch sliding into my suit. He pulled the front down just enough to expose my erection and stroked me up and down a few times with his finger. After a good bit of conversation, I think he just enjoyed looking at me in my predicament, hands tied behind my back and swim suit pulled down exposing my erection. He finally, turned me around so my back was to him once again. Back then my hair was longish, not long long but longer than styles today. Long enough so he could grab it and pull my head back to put a ball gag in my mouth. It was obvious he had done this before. He pulled the strap tight, I mean tight tight. He turned me around and he is breathing heavy. He rubbed my dick some more and made a comment about how I was pressing myself into his hand. That made him very happy. With one hand holding my face and the other on my dick he commented that he had plans for my mouth that did not include the ball gag. What did I think about that? My response was a quite inaudible, "mmmppphhh," and he kissed me on the cheek. He looked around to make sure we were all alone. We were standing right outside the swimming area and if anyone had been there we would have been in trouble but, it was just us. Then he pulled my suit down to my knees and commented on how white I was under the suit. His hand stayed on my dick. Eventually, he kneeled down and sucked me a bit. Oh, My... I swayed into his mouth and back. Then he tied my knees and ankles and put me in the back seat of the car. We drove to one of the out of the way picnic shelters. No one could get in with out us seeing them first.
He pulled me out of the car, un-gagged me, kissed me (which I'm still not sure how I felt about that.) It was a deep, open-mouthed tongue kiss. I reciprocated and his hand ended up once again on my crotch, which by now was throbbing. He tied rope around my chest and arms. Then he stripped, he was erect, kissed me some more and had me kneel down and lick his dick. He stopped me and re-gagged then I had me hop over to the shelter. He pulled out a camera and took some pictures, "I have some friends who'll never believe this," he said. He had me pose in different positions, complimenting me on my tanlines and white butt once again. I remember he liked the way my dick bounced when I hopped. I ended up hogtied on the table, he'd play with me, almost to where I was about to come and then stop. He tied me in different ways, he liked rubbing his dick in my hands while they were tied. Of course I ended up on my knees sucking his dick. He was fairly large. It didn't take long for him to cum in my mouth, all over my face and on my chest. I was tightly gagged immediately after he came, hogtied back on the table and he played and sucked me until I gushed. He swallowed it all. After I came he left me there for good bit. I found that concrete table top was chilly. Meanwhile he took pictures, drank a beer, talked to me about how sexy I was all tied and gagged, nude like that and continued to play with my package. He told me I hadn’t escaped and didn’t earn the beer.
Finally, around 5, he took me back to the beach, hogtied, nude and gagged on the back seat of his car. As he put me in and took me out of the car he got a charge playing with my dick. I was completely spent but, it started to come back to life and actually came a second or maybe even a third time (It's hard to remember exactly). He kissed me then undid me standing in front of the beach. I remember he was teasing me about leaving me there nude and bound because I was so cute but, he gave me my speedo just before he drove away and a beer. Wow, sorry, this went on forever. We played a couple more times over the summer. Pretty much the same scenario. He was big time into tying me up. He loved to have me hogtied on the picnic table. He'd drink a beer, rub me all over but focus on my dick and talk to me. He had this thing for asking me questions, "What if he did... to me?" or "What did I think of the big breasted girl at the lake today? What would I do if she caught us like this?" To which my response would be, "mmmppphhhh". One time the beach was empty and he left me on the ground hogtied, nude and drove away. He came back in like 5 minutes. It was scary he was good at tying and I’m not sure I would have gotten undone. Another time, he brought a friend and the two of them tied me. He was always happy with bondage and a blow job. Frankly, being tied by him really tuned me on.