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Distractions in the Pool

or Another Memory from My Time as a Lifeguard

Background

Fifty years ago, when I had just turned sixteen, I got my first job working as a lifeguard at the downtown athletic club here in my hometown. If I were to call it by name, I'm sure that you would remember it, but let me just call it 'The Club'. That way no one can take offence at what I remember from those days long past.

Looking back, the funny thing was: all of the things that I did at the 'club' were done while I was nude. If you were going to be in the pool, you were required to be nude. That was club policy regarding use of the pool. Of course, in those days only men and boys ever got beyond the front desk of the place so it didn't really matter if you were nude or not. Heck, I didn't learn until later in life that being in a swimming pool didn't involve being naked.

Just sit back and let me tell you how it was in those days. Times change and so do the way that things were done in that era.

Earlier, I told you about my job interview with Orville Tipton, the Club manager, and how I had to prove myself by conducting a practice rescue of him in the deep end of the club's pool. I also shared how I was conned into letting two of the older lifeguards shave my pubes in a supposed 'initiation' that was just them pulling a fast one on me. (See My First Days as a Lifeguard, here on PZA) Now let me tell you about the wild and often weird things that went on while I was working as a naked teen-aged lifeguard.

In those days, at sixteen years of age, I stood 5ft 11in [1.80 m] tall and weighed about 165 lbs. [74 kg]. I guess you could say that I was a 'jock'. My hair was brown, somewhat curly, and cut short. From the sports that I had played during the school year, I was in good shape with a trim, athletic body. My arms were firm with well- defined biceps and noticeable abs. Since Delaney and Baker had shaved my pubes my first day on the job, at the time all that I had around my package was a closely-cropped bush that was just beginning to grow out. This meant that my 3.5 inch [9 cm] flaccid penis and hanging ball-sac stood out more than they might otherwise have done.

Our club building had been built in the 1920s in the 'Spanish Revival' style that was then popular. You know what I mean, a lot of stucco and arches and colorful tiles and all that sort of thing. (Really, the place looked like someone like silent film star Rudolph Valentino would have been right at home there.) The architect had even had the bright idea of putting the swimming pool under the basketball court. This meant that we had a pool that was only 60 ft. [18.5 m] long and about 20 ft. [6.2 m] wide. However, in those days they thought that they had to have a deep end so that we could have a low diving board. As a result, unlike today when swimming pools are rarely more than five feet [1.5 m] deep, one end of the pool was 8 feet [2.5 m] deep.

I hadn't been working long as a lifeguard when I was assigned to the morning shift that included the lunch crowd. Lunchtime was usually a fairly busy time for the club's pool because we were located adjacent to the main business area of town. As a result, a lot of business men came in to work out on their lunch hour. This often included some who just wanted a quick swim before heading back to work.

One of the better swimmers that used our pool was Jim Stevens. Jim was a successful attorney who handled a lot of divorce cases and often came to the pool to unwind after listening to all of the idiotic things that his clients had gotten themselves into while trying to shield some of their assets from their soon to be ex-spouses. He used to laugh and say that he could 'beat up on the water when he couldn't what was bothering him back at the office.'

At the time, Jim was in his mid-thirties. He was about five foot ten [1.80 m] and tipped the scales at 175 lbs. [79 kg] He had retained that lean muscular build that is typical of swimmers. Although he must have had to shave his body as a competitive swimmer, in truth he had little body hair other than a trail of hair that ran from his deep set navel down to his closely trimmed dark brown pubic hair. There, his four inch [10 cm] flaccid penis only hinted at whatever pleasures he might be having when it came to sex. He had been on his college swim team and still had a good, hard set of abs. Other men in the locker room lingered just a moment too long in admiring his body and wishing that they looked more like him.

During my time as a lifeguard, I got really friendly with Jim. He had a good, graceful stroke in the pool. Watching him swim was like watching a dolphin go through the water. He was all business as a swimmer but had that natural grace that caused you to keep your eyes on him.

Jim was single. It was rumored that he liked to have a little 'fun' with the lifeguards on the evening shift when it was often just him and the lifeguard in the pool area, but, at the time, I had not worked on the evening shift and no one had volunteered anything. After all, that was not exactly something about which you could ask another guy. You just had to wait for him to volunteer if anything had happened, that is if he said anything at all about his sex life.

Usually, kids were not in the pool during the lunch hour so that the adults could have it all to themselves and get back to work after a quick workout. However, this one day, Clayton Holmes was hanging around the pool. He was thirteen and during the summer break from school usually came in earlier in the morning with one or more of his friends when adults were not using the pool. This day, his father had dropped him off there to kill time while he was upstairs playing basketball. Out of curiosity, I had asked the boy why he was in the pool during the lunch hour and he had said that he was supposed to go to the doctor with his father after lunch for his annual checkup.

'Clay', as he was called, was what you would have called a fine specimen of boyhood. He was tall for his age at 5' 8" [1.70 m] and at the time weighed about 150 lbs. [68 kg]. Participation in swimming and wrestling had tightened and toned his naturally muscular young body. His arms, chest, and legs were already beginning to show what would later be well defined muscles. In addition, he had firm abs that would eventually become an impressive 'six-pack.' His flaccid three inch [7.5 cm] penis and hanging ball-sac were as large and well-developed as those of boys a year or two older than him. Any way that you cut it, he was a good-looking boy well on his way to manhood.

That day, Clay and Jim were the only ones in the pool area besides me. The boy stood to one side at the far end of the pool and watched as Jim cut through the water. Clay seemed to be fascinated by the older man as he swam. In fact, he couldn't take his eyes off of him. The way that the water ran over Jim's body as he moved through the water provided an almost erotic cast to the events in the pool. No one was more turned-on by this than Clay. He stood there mesmerized with his eyes following the man as he swam his laps in the big pool. Unfortunately, Clay's over-sexed young body began to respond to watching the equally naked man in the pool. It wasn't long before young Clayton had a four inch [10 cm] erection that stood straight out from his handsome young body. From where I was at my end of the pool, I could see the boy's pulsating organ as it begun to drip precum.

In that era, while all of the swimmers as well as the lifeguards in the pool area were always nude, it was rare that anyone at our club actually got an erection. As a result, I was surprised to see that Clay had gotten 'hard'. Since he wasn't doing anything but standing there naked with an erection, there was nothing that I, as the lifeguard, could do or say to him. After all, erections are natural. However, as he just stood there watching the older man swim up and down, his right hand slowly went to his penis and circled the hard organ. Then, he began to slide it up and down the hard organ as he began to masturbate.

As fate would have it, before I could blow my whistle to remind Clay that he couldn't masturbate in the pool, Jim must have seen him out of the corner of his eye as he turned his head to grab a mouthful of air. I guess that he hadn't seen a boy masturbating for some time. I know for sure that he never expected to see one doing that in the club pool at midday. As he continued his forward motion through the water, he jerked his head to see if he had seen what he thought he had seen. He must have been closer to the end of the pool than he had realized. Suddenly, there was a sharp crack as Jim hit the end of the pool hard with his head.

I heard myself gasp thinking that Jim had split his head open on the hard concrete. I ran around the side of the pool toward the older man as he staggered in the shallow end of the pool with one hand pressed to his forehead. Reaching the far end, I jumped into the three and a half feet [1.1 m] of water and rushed toward the seemingly injured man. As I reached Jim's side, I was relieved to see that he was not bleeding. Then I saw that he was looking up at Clay and turned to see what he saw.

There on the bank, Clayton Holmes was reaching orgasm. As he continued to pump his rock-hard cock, cum spurted in gray-white globs all over the pool deck. The boy just stood there glassy-eyed with a silly grin on his face.

By then, I was standing beside Jim in the shallow water holding him close in case he fainted from the blow to his head. Of course, we were both naked. Then, suddenly, I realized that we had both gotten hard watching Clay as he finished spewing his cum all over the tiles of the pool deck. I was confused and uncertain. The sight of the kid having an orgasm was enough to arouse both Jim and me. However, what could we do about it? Club members definitely weren't supposed to have sex in the pool and, as a club employee, neither was I.

Jim shook his head to clear it and hollered up at Clayton "I could have been seriously hurt! What the Hell are you doing 'jerking off' in the pool? I have a good mind to report you to the management and to your father."

Clay just stood there. The silly look on his face had turned to one that let you know that he understood that he was in trouble. However, his dick remained hard with the last of his cum still dripping on the tiles.

Then Jim turned to me and said "That kid needs to learn not to do something like this again. Make sure that equipment closet over there by the end of the pool is unlocked."

I waded over to the end of the pool and got out shaking the excess water from my naked body. In a couple of steps, I reached the equipment closet door. Sure enough, it was unlocked. (Only later did I wonder how Jim knew that it would be unlocked.)

I turned to see that Jim had followed me out of the pool and had grabbed Clay by the arm. He was half leading half pulling the now red-faced boy in the direction of the closet. I stood there as he pulled open the door and pushed Clayton into the equipment closet. At the same time, he turned on the weak ceiling light that was the small room's sole illumination.

Still holding Clay by his arm, Jim turned to me and said in a stern voice "Come on in here and close the door. This kid needs to learn you don't distract someone like that when they're swimming. I could have been seriously hurt."

I wasn't sure what Jim had in mind or if I should object, but I found myself obeying him as much out of curiosity as anything.

Clay shuddered as Jim pushed him face first against the hard concrete of the wall opposite the swimming pool's filtration equipment that was housed in the small room. For a moment there was only the sound of the equipment's motor as it hummed there in the half light of the humid chlorine smelling little room. Then, Jim bent over the neck of the boy and kissed him, no licked him, along the neck as he used his free hand to run up and down the boy's back before softly caressing his cute young ass. Then, the older man stuck his middle finger squarely between the now squirming boy's butt cheeks. As his finger found the boy's hole, young Clayton literally squealed as his body was invaded for what must have been the first time in his young life.

Jim pushed his finger deep into the boy's anus twisting as he went. Clayton would have run if the man had not been holding him firm with his other hand.

The boy sobbed as he continued to squirm. He was able to half turn away from the wall long enough for me to see that he was still rock hard. While, he had never had a finger up his cute ass before, I had to conclude that in some weird way he was enjoying the heck out of being penetrated.

I felt my own hard dick telling me that I wanted relief. Jim saw that I was ready to explode. I remember him saying to me: "Come over here and jack off so that you cum on this kid. Believe me, he won't mind." He just held the boy against the wall looking expectantly in my direction as he continued to have his finger up the boy's ass.

To this day, I don't know what I was thinking. My sexual needs just got the best of me. I stroked my hard penis as Clay watched me out of the corner of his eyes. Believe me, It didn't take long before I rose up on the balls of my feet and erupted in a stream of hot gray white cum that must have been a foot [30 cm] long followed by several shorter bursts. When I finished, Clayton Holmes had cum all over his side as well as on his lower back and butt.

Jim pulled his finger out of Clay's butt and spun the boy around so that they were facing one another. The boy had stopped crying and was cowering there in front of the older man. Jim looked the kid in the face and in a stern voice said: "Don't ever again distract a swimmer when they're swimming. You're just lucky I wasn't hurt. Now go take a shower and wash that cum off of yourself. Your Dad will be looking for you soon. Don't say anything about this to anyone. Don't worry, I won't say anything to him nor will Jack here. However, if you want to jack off in the future, use this equipment room, I did when I was your age. Do you understand?"

Clayton Holmes stood there looking like he was about to cry again but nodded as he mumbled "Yes sir, I understand."

"Good. Now get going. Oh, and if in the future you need a sex partner, Jack will probably be happy to join you."

Well, that was fifty years ago. Clayton, never again mentioned what happened that day in that equipment closet but he and I did have a few good times in there until I gave up lifeguarding and went off to college, but that's another story.

I still see Clay around town now and then. Eventually, He took over his father's hardware business. He and his wife have two boys of their own. I have often wondered if as they were growing up they masturbated in the pool like their Dad did. After all, they have a private pool in the backyard at their home in the suburbs.

Well, there's more to this story. Just because Clayton Holmes didn't say anything about that day in the pool didn't mean that there were no consequences for me. After all, I had let sex trump good sense and there were some things that happened as a result. The following day, Orville Tipton, the club manager, came back to the pool when I was on duty. At the time, there was no one in the pool so I was just sitting there reading waiting for the next swimmer to show up.

Tipton was about 50 at the time. He was one of those thin, wiry guys who stood about six feet [1.80 m] tall and weighed 160 lbs. [72 kg]. He had gotten his start working in a health spa as an attendant before going to work for an athletic club. His dark blonde hair was turning gray as well as getting thin on top.

That day, he motioned to me from the door to the pool that led to the hall and said "Jack come with me. I need a little help with something and it looks like you're not busy at the moment."

I guess that I should have been suspicious because I was nude and he wanted me to come with him somewhere else in the building besides the pool. While most people who used the club usually wore at least shorts and tennis shoes, it was not uncommon in those days for some guys to lift weights or wrestle nude. As a result, asking me to go with him from the pool area while I was nude was not that big of a deal at the time.

I followed him up to the third floor of the club where there were some rooms that were now and then rented out if someone wanted to spend the night. He unlocked the door and we went into a room that seemed not to have been used for a while. Then, he turned to face me.

I stood there nude not at first understanding what he wanted me to do. Then, he reached out and ran one hand slowly down my chest and across my abs while the other one circled my neck in a steady grip. He pulled me close to him and whispered "Jack, I've been wanting to talk to you about what Jim Stevens and you did to that Holmes kid the other day. You could have gotten into real trouble there, but I fixed it with the boy's father. He just thinks that young Clayton and you were fooling around in that closet. If he knew that Stevens was involved, things would be different. Since I've taken care of things for you, I think that you ought to take care of things for me."

I swallowed hard knowing that Tipton, if he wanted, could make real trouble for me. I just stood there taking in what he had said. Then, slowly his hand moved down my body and across my almost hairless pubic area. Suddenly, his hand circled my hardening dick. At that point, it dawned on me just what he meant. He wanted to have sex with me!

If I ran, he could turn me over to the law, if I stayed, I would have to have sex with him. I hesitated at first not knowing what to do. I needed the job and so I found myself rationalizing that, after all, he wasn't a bad looking guy. So I tried to remain calm as I stood there nude with my cock in his hand and asked him in as steady of a voice as I could muster: "What did you have in mind?"

Orville Tipton smiled and released my penis from his hand. He backed away and pulled his shirt out of his pants and started unbuttoning it. As he stripped, he smiled in a strange sly way that made me feel like a mouse about to be eaten by a cat. I knew that there was nothing that I could do but stand there with my dick getting hard as I thought of what might be coming.

I'll have to admit that Tipton stripped well for a middle-aged man. Like I said, he had been a trackman in college and retained the lean build that is common to serious runners. However, what I was not expecting was the fact that he took out his false teeth before turning back to me. He stood there naked in front of me for a moment taking in my own nude young body and then went to his knees. Again, he took my now hard dick in his hand. He stroked the hard organ a few times to make sure that it was truly hard as my emotions raced in two directions at once. After all, I had never had another man touch my penis before. I was both excited and repulsed at the same time. Yet, I stood there waiting to see what would come next.

The older man slowly wrapped his lips around my hard organ and began to suck it. Let's face it, having a toothless man suck your dick is not the usual form that your first blow job takes. However, looking back after all of these years, I would have to say that it was probably the best way to be introduced to that form of sex. In all of the years since, I have never experienced anything to equal it.

I still think back to that experience and how great that felt. All I can say is that it was wonderful. Borrowing that line from a movie I once saw, I felt that he "could suck the chrome off a trailer hitch." When I came, and that didn't take long, I shot cum that I didn't even know that I had. When it was all over, Tipton didn't want anything else and told me I could go back to work as a lifeguard at the pool. Somehow, I walked, still dazed, back to the pool. Heck, at the time, I would have done twice as much to Clayton Holmes if it meant that I would get another blow job like that.

In the three years in school that I worked as a lifeguard, there were other times when Orville Tipton wanted sex. I was only too willing to oblige him. After all, getting a blow job from a toothless man is not something that you can do just every day.

That Holmes kid just couldn't seem to stay away from sex in the pool at 'The Club.' About a month after watching him masturbate caused Jim Stevens to crash head first into the end of the swimming pool, he was back at it in the pool with Troy Gaines, a friend of his. The 'Learn to Swim' classes that were regularly held in the summer for the little kids had finished up about 10am and the adults didn't really start to arrive at the pool for their midday swims until at least until 11am. That gave naked 13 year-old Clay and his buddy, Troy, the better part of an hour to horse around in the pool by themselves before they would either have to swim laps or get out and give the place over to the adults.

At the time, both Clay and Troy were about 5" 8' [1.70 m] tall and weighed about 150 lbs. [70 kg] each. The Holmes kid swam and wrestled while the Gaines boy played football and also wrestled. As a result they stripped well with arms, chests, and legs that were already beginning to show what would in a year or two be well defined muscles Clay's flaccid three inch [7½ cm] penis and hanging ball-sac were as large and well-developed as those of boys a year or two older than him. His friend, Troy, on the other hand was a little smaller with maybe a two and a half inch [6¼ cm] penis. Nevertheless, they were a couple of good-looking boys well on their way to manhood.

That day, the trouble was that they were both bored and horny at the same time. It just so happened that I was the lifeguard on duty that morning. Since Clay and I had experienced sex that day when Jim Stevens pushed us into the equipment closet, I guess he figured that I was willing to go along with some teenaged 'fun' of a sexual nature and let the rules slide.

That particular morning, Orville Tipton, the club manager, had me working up dating 'Learn to Swim' records for the kids that were participating in that program. In those days, everything was done by hand using 'three by five' cards. You remember them, they were three inches by five inches in size [7½ cm by 12½ cm] and used for keeping records in the days before all of these computerized systems that we have today. As the kids completed each phase of their swimming classes, we recorded that they had done so on these cards so that we could be sure that none had skipped a phase.

So, there I sat, stark naked as always, behind a small table working on updating the class records. From time to time, I would look up and see Clay and Troy splashing in the shallow end of the pool. I knew that they were both good swimmers and hardly gave them any thought as I worked on the records.

I guess that I should have gotten suspicious when things got quiet. When I finally looked up, each boy was at one of the two spots where the warm water entered the pool through openings in the tile wall just under the surface at the shallow end of the pool. They were close to the side of the pool facing away from me. However, they must have had sense enough to keep an eye out for me for they half turned toward me to make sure that I was absorbed in my record keeping duties. They had blank glassy-eyed looks on their faces like they were lost in thought or in something particularly gratifying.

Since I was at the other end of the sixty foot long pool from them, at first I not sure what they were doing. Then it hit me, they each had their hard dicks pressed into the opening against the incoming flow of water so that in effect they were getting a free 'hand job' from the strong, steady stream of water as it entered the pool from the filtration system. Then, it dawned on me. The little sh**s were having a contest to see who could cum first without using their hands! I almost knocked over the little table with the cards spread out on it as I jumped up and blew a long blast on my whistle. Then I hollered as loud as I could "You two stop that right now." Then I ran around the side of the pool in the direction of where the two young teens stood in the shallow end of the pool now looking in my direction with silly grins on their faces.

Reaching the end of the pool I hollered at them "Get out of the pool!"

Slowly and reluctantly the two boys climbed up out of the water and onto the pool deck facing me. The two of them just stood there looking down at the deck not sure of what I was going to do. However, the thing that got me the most was the fact that in spite of being caught in the middle of what amounted to a sex act in the pool, both of them still had erections that looked to be rock hard. Clay's penis was the most noticeable. It stood out at a right angle from his body. It was about four and a half inches [11 cm] long and vibrated slightly as he stood there. Troy's organ was four inches [10 cm] long but looked longer since it stood up close to his body rather than stood out away from him. While both boys were more man than boy, both still had only a small dark two inch [5 cm] fringe of pubic hair above their dicks.

"You guys need to take things in hand and stop messing around in the pool. If Orville Tipton caught you doing what you were doing just now, he would already have you on the way to the door and kick you out for at least thirty days after calling your parents," I thundered at them in my best authoritarian voice.

Clay looked at me sheepishly while Troy's upper lip quivered like he might cry at any minute. Then Clay spoke. "Can't we go in that equipment closet over there and talk about this?" he asked.

For a minute I was stunned. I just stood there not sure of what he was asking. Is this kid trying to bribe me with a blow job or something, I thought to myself. I hesitated for a moment and then slowly opened the door to the equipment room. What the heck, I might as well see what he has in mind, I thought as I rationalized what I was doing.

Once the three of us were in the small room, a weak ceiling light was the sole illumination. I closed the door and looked up and down at the two nude boys. I hesitated a moment not sure of what I wanted to do. I had no wish to get them into trouble, but the two of them deserved some sort of punishment to remind them not to have sex in the pool. After all, Clay had previously been jacking off when Jim Stevens swam into the concrete when he saw him doing it.

Still trying to be authoritative, I sternly barked at them saying "You two know better than to have sex in the pool. If some member came in and caught you, he could get you kicked out on your butts. Is that what you want?"

For a minute there was dead silence in the small space. Then, I guess that Clay wanted to see just how far he could go with me. He spoke softly just loud enough for me to hear. He was almost whispering when he said "We won't do it again. Isn't there something that we can do so that you will just let us off with a warning?"

Troy echoed his plea adding "I'll do anything if you just won't report us. My Dad will kill me if I get reported for having sex in the pool."

"In the future, if the two of you need to jack off, don't do it in the pool. If there is a next time, you're going to be out the door and I hope that in addition your Dads will tan your hides when you get home." I replied trying to keep my voice steady so that I did not show how they were affecting me sexually. Fortunately, I had not so far gotten an erection, but knew that I was not far from it. After all, as a lifeguard, I was as naked as they were. All that I had in the way of clothes was the whistle that I wore around my neck. Until then, I had not been aware that two horny teens could arouse me like these two muscular boys were doing.

Then an idea hit me. 'They want sex, let them have sex with each other.'

I looked first at Clay's smug face with just a trace of fear showing behind its cocky mask to Troy's obviously scared, almost desperate, looking one. "I'll tell you what," I heard myself saying "You guys want, no need sex, bad enough to have it in the pool, then have it right now here in this equipment room. Let me see which of you can cum first."

Neither one of them was expecting me to ask them to do that. Both of them looked like they had been dealt a physical blow as they absorbed the idea.

"You want us to have a jack off contest. No way!" responded Troy. Clay on the other hand just sort of smiled or rather smirked and said "Don't be that way, Troy. That's what we were doing out there in the pool when Jack caught us. Let's just do it and Jack here will let us off with a warning. That's right, isn't it, Jack?"

"Yes, that's right," I heard myself saying as I swallowed hard knowing that I had no right to ask this of them and that I could get myself into serious trouble if they reported me.

However, in their minds not being reported must have outweighed the sexual nature of what I was asking. In response, Clay slowly started to run his closed fingers up and down his rock-hard shaft. Troy looked at him half in shock and half trying to decide what to do next.

Then Clay challenging him said "Winner gets to do whatever he wants with the loser for five minutes."

That did it. Troy grabbed his own dick and started to pump away.

The two of them stood there side by side and gave it everything that they had. It seemed like only seconds before both boys were dripping pre-cum on the deck as I watched with my eyes glued to their every move. In the half-light of the small humid room, the sweat formed on their naked bodies as they worked themselves into a frenzy of sexual passion. The sweat outlined their lean muscular bodies and added to the erotic effect that they were having on each other not to mention me. Both of them began to pant and moan as they worked themselves toward sexual release.

I don't know how long it actually took for the two of them to cum, but at the time it seemed like an eternity although it was probably only a minute or two. Then, it happened. Simultaneously, the two of them shot several long bursts of gray-white semen followed by several shorter bursts.

They looked at me wanting me to declare each of them as the winner. However, in all fairness, it was a tie. I looked from one to another and said "Sorry guys, it was a tie. Neither of you is the loser. Just enjoy the fact that you got your rocks off and can focus on something else for the rest of the day. No more sex in the pool. Okay?"

Then I realized that they were looking at my crotch and not at my face. I looked down to see that I was now rock hard myself. Although erections sometimes happened around The Club, I knew that I had to do something before I could go back to work. I couldn't go around the rest of my shift like this. As it turned out, Clay and Troy got to see me jack off before the three of us could leave the equipment room.

Now, years later, when I see either of those guys around town, I try not to think of that day in the equipment room, but it still comes to mind. I wonder if it comes to mind for them too? Of course, none of us ever mentions it, but the memory is always there.

The End