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My First Days as a Lifeguard

Prologue

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.

My Dad was the first to take me there to swim when I was six. I had learned to jump from his shoulders in the shallow end before I even knew how to swim. At nine, I had learned to swim there. By the time I was twelve, I was spending summer afternoons there with my friends romping, playing, and swimming in the pool with the other boys. I guess that it was just natural that I graduated to the youth swim team and then decided that I wanted to be a lifeguard when it came time to want to earn my own spending money. (After all there had to be something besides mowing lawns and running errands for my Mom and other neighbor ladies.)

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. The club even had some silly story about fibers clogging the filters as a reason why they wanted you naked if you were going to swim. Heck, I don't even recall until later in life that being in a swimming pool didn't involve being naked.

Ok, so you can't relate to that and think that I am either making this up or am some sort of 'dirty old man'. Look at it from my perspective. Do you think that then I would have ever thought that couples would be living together in the second decade of the 21st century without getting married and having kids and no one thinking anything about it? Everything is relative.

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.

My First Job Interview

My Dad and Mom both worked after I got to be fourteen and thought that I was responsible enough to be left at home by myself in the summer while school was out. I had turned sixteen just before the school year ended that year and was eager to find a job for the summer so that I could go back to school in the fall with plenty of spending money. Like most teenagers in my era, I wanted enough pocket money to go on a date and not have to worry if I had enough for two movie tickets, a soda after the show, and a couple of dollars to help put gas in my buddy's car for our double date.

I had done well on the youth swim team at the club that winter. Both Coach Martin and Orville Tipton, who ran the club, liked me. It was Coach Martin who recommended me to Mr. Tipton when Charlie Jones had left after graduation from high school to join the Navy leaving an opening for a lifeguard. Hoping to get a job as a lifeguard, I had already taken the lifesaving course and gotten certified. In what seemed like no time at all, I was scheduled for an interview with Mr. Tipton and was hoping to be hired.

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. What I remember the most about him was that, like a lot of men his age in that era, he had false teeth. His dark blonde hair was turning gray as well as getting thin on top. Rumor had it that he liked to take out his false teeth and give a good-looking 'resident,' as the men who roomed upstairs at the club were called, a really good blow job. Of course, at the time, to me that was just a rumor that I figured was just something that someone who didn't like him had started.

The main thing that I remember from that interview was Mr. Tipton asking me how I felt about working nude for eight hours around the pool. I thought that his question was a little strange since I had spent hours in the pool for years either playing or swimming with my friends or while practicing or competing with the swim team. Anyway, he had asked me to go put my clothes in a locker and meet him in the pool for a final test.

I grabbed a towel from the pile at the front desk near his office and went to my locker. I stepped out of my shoes and stripped off my tee shirt. Then I undid my belt and slipped out of my jeans. Lastly, I put my fingers in the waistband of my briefs (what you would probably call 'tighty whities') and pulled them down and stepped out of them. (Only old men wore boxers in that era.) I closed and locked my locker with the combination padlock that we all used in those days.

As I got ready to meet Mr. Tipton in the pool, I stopped to look at myself in the full-length mirror in the washroom before going into the showers. At sixteen years of age I stood 5ft 11in [1.80 m] tall and weighed about 165 lbs. [74 kg]. 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. I had a dark brown pubic bush that was thick and dense. My 3½ inch [9 cm] flaccid penis and hanging ball-sac both had hair growing around them. I also had a pronounced happy trail that ran up from my pubic bush up to my navel. Under my arms there was also a fair amount of hair that was visible when I raised my arms. I was also shaving on a regular basis, particularly along my upper lip.

I then went into the shower room and let the warm water cover my body. I lathered quickly and rinsed off before going on to the pool area. I figured that I didn't want to keep Mr. Tipton waiting, but that this was probably some sort of test to make sure that I was following the rules that required a soap shower before using the pool.

When I entered the pool area there stood Mr. Tipton completely nude. At the time there was nobody in the pool except the two of us.

Tipton, being one of those thin guys who age well, still looked pretty good for a middle-aged man. He had been a track man in college and embraced the running fad that was then beginning to sweep the country. As a result, he was in good shape and would not be an easy rescue if he were really in trouble in the water.

Seeing that I was a little flustered, he said, "I want you to conduct a practice rescue of me in the pool so that I can see how you do. I would have just watched from the side while you rescued someone else, but there wasn't anybody else available right now," he explained.

"That's Ok. I understand," I stammered.

Our club building had been built in the 1920s in the 'Spanish Revival' style that was popular in that era. You know what I mean, a lot of stucco and arches and colorful tiles and all that sort of thing. Someone, I guess the architect, had had the bright idea to put the swimming pool under the basketball court. This meant that we had a pool that was only 60 ft. [20 m] long and about 20 ft. [6 m] wide. However, in those days they thought that they had to have a deep end. So, unlike today when swimming pools are rarely more than five feet [1½ m] deep, one end of the pool was 8 feet [2½ m] deep.

"Do you want to get in the deep water and pretend that you are in trouble and then have me rescue you?" I asked.

Tipton nodded his agreement and then dove cleanly into the deep end of the pool. He surfaced and as he treaded water, motioned for me to rescue him.

I jumped into the deep water keeping my eyes on the man that I was going to rescue. He had started splashing the water and acting like he was in trouble. As I swam up to him, he tried to grab me around the neck. For a moment our bodies met and his half erect penis brushed my thigh and then poked me in the lower abdomen distracting me long enough for him to get a good hold on my neck. It took some effort for me to break his hold and get him in a position where I could pull him over to the side of the pool. For a minute, I was not sure that I had rescued him in a way that would pass for a lifeguard.

Still in the deep water but at the edge of the pool, I looked down to see through the water that we were both hard from the close proximity of our bodies to one another. It was common enough for guys to get an erection in the pool area or in the locker room, but not with the man who was the head of the 'Club'. I was blushing and not sure what to do next.

Tipton looked down and took in the situation. Then he reached out his hand and circled my by now rock-hard dick in a firm grasp. Slowly he ran his hand up and down my still underwater shaft. Between the exertion of the 'rescue' and his attention to my penis, I was panting softly as my feelings alternated between pleasure and embarrassment.

Tipton stopped stroking my dick as suddenly as he had begun and then said to me, "Well Jack, I think that you've demonstrated that you can handle a rescue in the pool. You're hired for the lifeguard position." I blushed bright red as he added, "Oh, by the way, it looks like you need to take things in hand. The shower room should be free this time of the afternoon, if you want to do more than just take a shower."

My First Day Working at the 'Club'

Early in the morning of the next day, I showed up for work on the day shift. Miss Brown, the head desk clerk, had me fill out some papers so that I could get paid and then gave me a key to one of the employee lockers in the men's locker room. She was one of those thin women with plain features and no makeup who had never married. She was a no nonsense person who was just what the club needed out front with all sorts of men and boys coming and going during the day. Of course, since the club was only for men and boys in those days, she never left the front desk area.

Once I had finished with the paper work, I took the key and proceeded back to the men's locker room. I found the locker that I had been assigned and proceeded to strip and put all of my clothes into the locker. Then I walked naked to the shower room and quickly showered before proceeding to the pool area. I only knew that I was supposed to work with Charlie Young that day. I knew Charlie from school. He was a class ahead of me and what you would have called 'a good guy', but he was nowhere in sight.

When I entered the pool area, there was Delaney, the head lifeguard, waiting for me. Delaney was eighteen and, as far as I knew, still trying to decide whether to join the army or go to college and play football. He had been an outstanding jock at our high school but was not noted as being the best at his studies with his grades just enabling him to qualify to play. College studies would be a challenge for him, if he decided to go that route.

At the time, Delaney was about 6 ft. [1.80 m] tall and weighed about 190 well-muscled pounds [86 kg]. He was a weight-lifter and had great pecs, abs, and biceps. His naked body was nearly hairless with only a little fuzz above his four inch [10 cm] flaccid penis. He had red, almost orange, hair that he kept cut very short in what in those days would have been called a 'buzz cut'. Even what little pubic hair he had was bright orange and added to the unusual effect that having almost no pubic hair had when you saw him.

"Hey, Jack," said Delaney. "I'm glad that you're going to be working with us as a lifeguard. Tipton wanted me to check you out today and then leave it with Charlie Young and you for the rest of the day. Jim Baker came in early this morning to open up but will be leaving when Charlie gets here."

"Good to see you too, Delaney," I responded. "What do I need to know except to make sure that no one drowns in the club pool?"

"Well there is a book of rules and regulations for lifeguards. You'll need to read it and be sure that you enforce the things that you find there. It pretty well covers everything that you need to know as well as having the emergency numbers in case you need help. You can read it while I keep an eye on the pool. We have a kids 'Learn to Swim' class this morning starting in about fifteen minutes."

When I had entered the pool area, there was no one in the pool at the moment except the two of us. Suddenly, the door to the shower room opened and Jim Baker sauntered over to where we were standing. Eighteen year-old Jim was a senior and basketball player at my high school. He stood 6 ft. 3 in. [1.90 m] but was of that thin build that you often see on basketball players. His body was lean but muscular with almost no fat on all of his 165 lbs. [74 kg]. Like Delaney, Baker had almost no body hair. Strangely enough, the little above his four and a half inch [11 cm] penis looked like it had been cut down to almost nothing.

"Ok, Jack, the only remaining thing to do is to initiate you into the ranks of the lifeguards," said Delaney with a wicked grin on his face. Beside him Baker stood there with the same grin on his face.

"What do you mean 'initiation'?" I asked in bewilderment. "No one ever said that there was any 'initiation' involved with this job."

"Well, it's something that we don't publicize. We just feel that if you are going to be naked all day around here, that you don't need body hair. Haven't you noticed that Jim and I have very little? We keep ours trimmed down to next to nothing. We need to trim and shave you so that it is obvious to everyone using the pool that you're a lifeguard and not just another naked teen goofing off here at the pool."

Neither Coach Martin nor Orville Tipton had mentioned any 'initiation' and I didn't want to give up my pubes for nothing. After all, this was the era when almost no one even trimmed their pubic hair let alone shaved it off. However, it was obvious that Delaney and Baker had almost no pubic hair and certainly no body hair so they must have been shaving theirs or they would have had a lot more. I felt compelled to go along with their 'initiation' since I needed the job, but it was against my better judgment.

"Let's go back in the shower room and we can do this without attracting any attention in case someone comes in to use the pool," said Delaney as he pushed me back in the direction of the shower room.

I half walked half stumbled through the door to the shower room my head almost spinning. Once inside the big open shower room, Delaney motioned for me to stand under one of the shower nozzles. He turned on the water and got it to a nice warm temperature. Somehow, I remember that if I had not been so nervous, it would have felt good. Then, Baker said: "Spread your legs and put your hands behind your head and keep them there while I shave you." Hesitantly, I assumed the position.

Baker got some liquid soap and ran it around in his hands producing a handful of lather. Then, he rubbed it on my armpits. Once he felt that he had enough there, he moved down my body and started to rub it on the trail of hair that began below my navel. I had never had another guy touch me there before. My reaction was to suck in air as I responded to his touch. I could see the half grins that crossed the faces of the two older boys as I did this. As Baker moved on down and into my pubic bush, I could feel my face turning red as he worked the lather into the hair above and around my dick and balls. I was getting hard from his hands just rubbing that sensitive and very virgin area of my body.

Delaney produced a safety razor from somewhere and began to shave my armpits. He worked slowly and carefully making sure that he shaved them completely smooth.

The warm water from the shower cascaded over me as he worked. I was grateful for the water since it masked the tears that had begun to flow from my eyes as I was slowly but surely stripped of my body hair.

Once he had finished with my armpits, he moved down to my treasure trail which was gone in what seemed like an instant. Then he stepped back for a moment admiring his work. Baker took this as his clue to trim off the longer hair above my penis. He had gotten a small pair of scissors from what I guess was his shaving kit and used them to trim off the longer hair in order to make it easier for his friend to shave my package.

Delaney then grasped my dick and balls in one hand while he used the razor to shave what was left of my pubic hair. I had never had another boy touch me there, let alone hold my dick and balls firmly in his hand. As he shaved me, I remember that my penis got as hard as granite. I had never been so humiliated in all my life.

When he thought that he had finished, Delaney reached out and ran his hand down my body from my chest to my penis to make sure that he hadn't missed any of my body hair. It was just too much. I tried to will my body to ignore the sensations that were building in me, but when he again ran his hand over my balls, it was just too much. Suddenly, my body shook as cum shot all over the floor of the shower room. At that moment, if I could have disappeared down the drain of the shower, I would have done so willingly.

"Gee, Jack, I didn't know that it took so little to get you to cum!" exclaimed Delaney as the two older lifeguards roared with laughter.

I sank to the floor on my knees covering myself with my arms. Tears ran down my face mingling with the water from the shower and the cum that I had just deposited there. Still laughing, Delaney and Baker left me there sobbing.

Then, I heard Charlie Young's voice, from the locker room door to the shower. "What's going on here? Jack why are you on the floor of the shower? Did you hurt yourself?"

"No, I'm alright," I answered trying to control my voice as I leaned against the tile wall of the shower and started to pull myself upright.

Once I was on my feet, I was facing the shower wall, not sure how to face Charlie with no pubes. Then, I figured that he must have gone through this when he first started out as a lifeguard. So I slowly turned around and faced him, water still cascading over my naked and now hairless body.

Charlie took one look at me and then sputtered "What the Hell happened to you? Why are you hairless?"

"Delaney and Baker initiated me as a lifeguard and shaved off my body hair. They made it sound like it was a club tradition. I need this job so I went along with it," I replied shamefaced and humiliated.

Charlie shook his head in disbelief and then said "Jack, those guys pulled one on you. They got their own body hair shaved a couple of weeks ago because they pledged the 'Gamma' fraternity on the State College campus. They were just seeing if you would fall for that 'initiation' crap and you did. They've already given Tipton their notice and won't be back after today."

Epilogue

Well, that's how I started out as a lifeguard at the Club. Charlie told me to tell people that I was on a swim team and that we competed naked and had to shave off all of our body hair for the swim meets. Fortunately, the little kids thought that it was 'cool' that their lifeguard had to shave his body in order to compete with the 'big kids'.

Then, when my pubes started to grow out, I told them that the swim team's season was over and I was now growing them back and they believed that too. Well, that's how I started my work as a lifeguard. At least no one at home ever knew that I had no pubes.

I still see Delaney and Baker around town after all of these years. They still think it's funny that I fell for that initiation crap all those years ago. Even now, I don't think that it was all that funny.

The End

Read also another Memory from My Time as a Lifeguard in Distractions in the Pool on PZA!