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Summer Affair
By Anonymous Author (no address)

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He's beautiful and she wants him. (MF, affair)

***

Like I'd done all summer long, I went to the beach, but 
to one farther out on the Island, less crowded. I spent 
the entire day just lying around in the sun and taking 
an occasional dip, enjoying that last summer before 
leaving for my first year at college. The lifeguard on 
the stand near me could have doubled for a movie star, 
with his fine physique, well-molded chest, good 
muscular legs with fine hair.

Relieved by another lifeguard, he stripped down to his 
loose trunks, showing giant genitals to which a fine 
line of hair leading down from his navel suggestively 
pointed. They hung loose, with the thin trunks and the 
string and whistle around his neck the only things 
hiding his complete nakedness. 

Swimming, he showed a control in the water; and coming 
out of the water--he showed even more, for the trunks 
were now transparent and gave a good idea of the great 
bunch at his crotch. Caught against the sun, a wide, 
long organ hung out in relief, hanging clear of the 
large balls behind it. His testicles swung loose 
between his wide-set thighs and his cock hung well 
below.

When he finally dressed to leave, I reluctantly left 
and showered, then went onto the highway, hoping to 
catch a bus before it got too late in the evening. I 
was plenty surprised and embarrassed and excited when 
the life-guard pulled up in a convertible and offered 
me a lift back to the station.

It turned out he was going all the way into the city, 
so I wouldn't have to use the train at all. But he said 
he had to stop in the village to change.

He was wearing an unbuttoned sports shirt, a dark 
plaid, which showed off the bronze color of his skin 
from his firm neck to his navel and belt. As was drove, 
I looked at him as much as I dared, remembering the 
view of him in just his wet shorts. Now he must have 
been wearing jockey shorts, because although there was 
a large bulge down there, nothing was outlined.

I said, "I didn't recognize you at first, without your 
swim trunks." It was a foolish way to put it and I felt 
like an idiot. But he didn't seem to notice how I'd 
said it and went on talking about having a dinner date 
in town.

At his house he poured me a beer and one for himself. 
"If you can wait a few minutes for us to get back on 
the road, I think I'd better shower before driving on 
in," meanwhile shedding his shirt and flipping loose 
the top buttons of his slacks.

"Sure," I said, "Go ahead." I was staring at the hair 
that cropped up over the band of his jockey shorts. 
Carrying his beer with him, and finishing unbuttoning 
his fly, he walked out of the room. Soon the shower 
began hissing and I tried to calm my excitement by 
looking around the room and between the Venetian blinds 
to the lawn beyond. Suddenly the shower quieted down 
and he came out, starting on his beer again and drying 
himself with the other hand. 

He was beautiful in his nakedness, the two-tone tan of 
almost-black arms, legs, thighs, neck and face -- and 
golden chest which must have been covered by the 
lifeguard shirt most of the day--all this was far more 
than enough to set off the white ass and pubic area. 
The dark brown hair-line running down from his navel 
changed into jet black where it became a wide hairy mat 
to surround his cock.

The cock -- it looked like a small water pipe; round, 
thick and large, with a beautifully molded head that 
had its lips open. This brown organ with its slightly 
blushing head hung loosely against the pad of bulging 
testicles which themselves swayed in their loose skin 
pouch. When I glanced up, he was looking down at me 
staring at his nudity, grinning. He just stood there, 
continuing to dry himself off, now turning a little to 
one side so that I got a different view of his organs. 
He didn't seem to mind, so I just kept on looking and, 
of course, feeling more excited all the time.

He rubbed hard. Stooping a little, he dried roughly 
between his buttocks, then stood with one foot at a 
time lifted up onto the coffee table in front of me 
while he finished drying off his feet and toes.

Sitting at one end of the couch opposite me, he flung 
the damp towel in through the bathroom door and pulled 
one leg up under his butt. Taking another pull on his 
beer, he stretched and, head back, made small talk 
about how a shower and a beer really set you up after a 
day at the beach.

His raised leg pulled his buttocks apart enough to show 
a little snip of black hair -- just a thin line near 
the bottom of the cleavage that indicated where in the 
muscular roundness his asshole was hidden.

I asked how big his place was and he invited me to look 
around. As we went past the bathroom, to a small 
bedroom, I crowded up a little against him. He had twin 
beds, which he explained were in case anyone stayed 
over -- I took it he did not have a roommate.

"Sit down and relax," he said, patting a spot on the 
bed next to where he sat. I put my glass down on the 
nightstand and sat down next to him. "Relax," he said 
again, getting a hand on my thigh. I glanced first at 
his hand, then at his crotch, then at his face. He 
smiled. He moved his hand from my high to the back of 
my neck, pulled my head towards him, and snaked the tip 
of his tongue between my lips. We sank back on the bed 
together.

When he let me go, I came up for air. His face looked 
very serious, but he smiled a warm smile, and I 
returned my lips to his mouth, my hands finding and 
caressing his rock-hard biceps.

I moved my lips lightly over his face, his strong 
cheekbones, down against his neck, sucking at the cords 
of his neck with the soft inside of my lips. Passing 
down onto his chest, I took one of his nipples for a 
second, first between my lips and then with the very 
tip of my teeth, pulling them a little. I felt his hand 
move lightly up and down on the back of my neck, so I 
moved over to the other nipple, and again started 
nibbling and pulling at the nozzle with my teeth, then 
worrying it with my tongue.

Then I spread my tongue flat and began making a roadway 
with it all the way down his torso, stopping to dip 
into his navel. As I did that I could feel the soft 
brown hair brush against my cheek. I buried my nose and 
mouth in the thick pubic hair and felt his cock 
standing as a barrier against which my cheek and ear 
pressed while I breathed and sucked around his pubic 
mound. 

His cock was standing erect like a tower. I turned my 
head sideways and began moving my lips, zigzag, up the 
length of his shaft, with my tongue making a track of 
hot saliva, all along the top of his cock. Reaching the 
top, I put the sharp point of my outstretched tongue 
into the spread-open lips of the head, then started on 
back, again zigzagging with my lips and this time 
wetting the underside and the bulging veins that roped 
his cock. 

I tried to take both of his balls into my mouth at one 
time but could only manage one, because of their size. 
I bit a little at the smooth skin bag, and his hips 
rose in pleasurable reaction. I let my tongue wander 
farther down into and between his crotch and buttocks.

I rose up and looked at a thick ball of transparent 
fluid that had formed at the opening of his cockhead. I 
ran my tongue all the way around the rim of the large 
mushroom head and closed in with my lips, holding it 
all tightly so he would feel my tongue make patterns 
all over the head, over and under, back and forth, like 
tracing maps. 

He was taking heavy breaths and the bed moved with the 
turning and twisting of his torso and head. I took his 
cock deeper, feeling the dew well up into the opening 
again and making a sweet, salty taste in my mouth. I 
slid the head back into my throat and squeezed my lips 
halfway down his shaft. 

His hips rose again as if he were trying to feel the 
depth of my throat. As I slid down, just a little lower 
each time, I slid my hands under his buttocks and held 
him be the ass cheeks. His hands moved gently over my 
shoulders to show his pleasure, and to join in my 
rhythm. His stomach was rising and falling with the 
heavy breathing and I was finally taking all of his 
length.

I would slide down on his shaft so that my lips rested 
in his thick black bush of pubic hair and I would feel 
his cock throbbing in my throat, swelling an pounding 
with a heartbeat all its own. I slid back up and off, 
almost all the way, stopping with just the giant 
mushroom head inside my mouth.

The all-the-way action brought groans to his lips and 
his hands held on to my shoulders fast. I increased the 
stroked with my mouth, holding my breath so I wouldn't 
choke every few lunges. His whole body went tense, his 
muscles turning from rock to steel. I slid up and down 
his shaft like a piece of machinery.

His back arched and the first stream of come shot out 
of his cock and washed the back of my throat. I 
swallowed it and him--the next couple of shots pulsed 
out so deep in my throat I couldn't even taste them, 
just feel their fire hose power as they spurted out.

His hands were like a vise, holding me, while he shot. 
When I raised my head, sucking out every drop of his 
hot juice, he collapsed into a pile of spent muscles, 
his chest and stomach covered with sweat, his eyes 
closed, his mouth open and his whole body completely 
relaxed.

After a few minutes of silence in which I toyed with 
his thick, swollen cock--which was only beginning to go 
soft -- and surveyed his crotch while he breathed in 
deep, hypnotic rhythm, he cocked his head towards me, 
opened his eyes and smiled. "Would you like to get some 
dinner then come back and spend the night?"

END

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others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
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