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The Water Makes Me Hard

or Another Memory from My Time as a Lifeguard

Background

In case you haven't read any of my other stories from my boyhood days as a lifeguard, you will need the following background. Of course, if you have read one or more of them, then you can skip over this part of my story.

Thinking back on it (and that was 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 the place 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.

By today's standards, the strange thing about my job was that everything 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 just 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. The wild and often weird things that went on while I was working as a naked teen-aged lifeguard would most likely shock you, if they were done today.

In those days, at sixteen years of age, I stood 5ft 11in [1.80 m] tall and weighed about 165 lbs. [75 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 two of the senior lifeguards had tricked me into shaving 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 3½ 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 somewhere where silent film star Rudolph Valentino would have been right at home.) 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. [18½ m] long and about 20 ft. [6 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 [1½ m] deep, one end of the pool was 8 feet [2½ m] deep.

My First Time with Pete

Looking back, I guess that Peter Pappas had a thing for me. He had caught me in the toilet of the dressing room one day when no one else was around. I was jerking off and somehow had not heard him come into the outer locker room. I had fumbled around and managed to pretend to be taking a leak. However, I guess that having determined that I was willing to jerk off there at The Club; he evidently made up his mind to have more of me in his quest of sexual knowledge. As it was, a couple of weeks after he caught me 'doing it', our paths crossed again in such a way that it was a first time for me and my sexual educaton.

The afternoon before I was scheduled to close up one Friday night that summer, Orville Tipton, the club manager, came to me with a request. It seems that Peter's parents had a social engagement that evening and didn't want to leave their thirteen year-old son home alone while they were out of the house.

Constantine Pappas was the son of Greek immigrants. 'Tino', as he was known to his friends, had a very successful hardware business and was active in the community. In addition, at the time, he even served on the board of 'The Club'. As a result, he had no hesitation about asking Tipton if he could leave young Peter at The Club while they he and his wife were at their social event. So when Tipton wanted to know if I would mind the kid hanging around with me, what could I say?

"So, you're comfortable with the Pappas kid being here for the evening?" asked Tipton.

"Sure, why not? We don't have many guys in on Friday night. He won't be any problem. By the way, my folks are letting me use the car on Friday evenings so that I can get to and from work more easily. The Pappas place is not far from where my family lives. I can drop him off there on my way home. That is, if Mr. Pappas would like," I responded thinking that I might as well build up a little good will of my own. Besides, I could use Constantine Pappas as a reference on my college application in a year or two, if I played my cards right.

Of course, when Tipton told Pappas that we would be delighted to have Peter spend the evening at The Club, he was also more than willing for me to drop his son by the family home after we closed.

So that's how Peter Pappas, aged thirteen, happened to be let out alone at The Club about 6:45pm that particular Friday evening. He checked in with old man Smith who was the desk clerk and then got a towel and locker key before proceeding on back to the locker room.

I knew that Smith, while technically in charge, would never leave the front desk and when the clock struck nine would have the front door locked behind him as he wasted no time in leaving the place. It was my job to turn out the lights and make sure that there were no stragglers in the building before I left on my own. As a result, unless some other members of The Club came in to use the facilities, Peter Pappas and I would have the pool area to ourselves.

Several of the regular members were just finishing up and getting ready to leave as Peter entered the locker room. He found his locker and carefully stripped naked without any regard for the remaining club members who were still in the main locker room.

At the time, Peter was a good-looking boy well on his way to manhood. He stood about 5' 8" [1.70 m] and weighed about 150 lbs. [70 kgm]. He had that olive complexion often found among people of Mediterranean ancestry and curly black hair that was just a bit too long to be fashionable. During the school year, he swam and ran track. This meant that he stripped well with arms, chest, and legs that were already beginning to show what would in a year or two be well defined muscles. His flaccid three inch [7½ cm] penis and ball-sac were large and well-developed. It was only the barely two inch [5 cm] strip of curly black hair above his penis that let you know that he was still in puberty. When I had seen him confidently moving naked through the locker room and pool area, I couldn't help but think of the statue of Adonis that I had seen on a field trip to a local museum. By any standard, he was 'hot'.

That evening, not the least bit bashful and, of course, completely naked, he turned toward the older men and waved at the two that he knew through his father. They in turn, waved back with one of them saying, "Isn't it a little late for you to be down here by yourself on a Friday night? Where's your Dad?"

The boy smiled mischievously at the older man and answered with "He and my Mom are attending a social event this evening. I've going to spend a little time in the pool while they're over there. Since not a lot of members use it on Friday evenings, I shouldn't have any trouble getting a lane so that I can do some laps."

With that, he threw his towel over his shoulder and walked into the large, open shower room. He hung his towel on a peg and turned on the water. He stood to one side and waited while it warmed up to a comfortable temperature. Then, he stood under the warm cascade letting it cover his naked body. Taking a bar of soap in his hand, he proceeded to work up a lather on his chest and belly. After that, he slowly and carefully began to soap his penis and pubic area.

From the lifeguard stand just outside the shower room door on the pool deck, I heard the water and figured that it must be Peter arriving since I knew that the last of the adult members had already finished their showers. Since no one was in the pool, I figured that it would be alright for me to see if that was Peter in the shower.

When I walked through the door from the pool, there was Peter under the shower. His now erect penis was about four and a half inches [11½ cm] long and vibrated slightly as he stroked it amongst the soap suds. I just stood there, naked as always when working as a lifeguard, and swallowed hard. 'Damn, that kid is sexy' I remember thinking to myself as I heard the last of the adult members leaving through the door to the locker room.

I walked over to a shower adjacent to the one that Peter was using and turned on the water. I never took my eyes off of the kid while the water warmed up. When I finally stood under the shower, I was only inches from the boy and my own dick was fully erect. Even though I was older than Peter, it was obvious that our fully erect penises were virtually the same size.

There we were side by side, only inches from each other. Then, the kid reached out his hand and took me by the dick. Slowly, he ran his cupped fingers up and down the shaft. Then he smiling a sly smile and said "It looks like you need to take things in hand."

Until that moment, no one other than myself had ever touched me down there. I just stood there with shock and lust competing for my attention. Sure, like most boys, I had been masturbating for the several years but I had never had anyone else do it for me before. I knew that I should push his hand away and tell him to stop, yet at the same time; there was no way that I wanted him to stop.

Somehow, I was rooted to the spot. I closed my eyes and just stood there with the warm water running over my naked body. An incredible feeling of sexual gratification spread over me that I didn't want to stop. My breath was ragged and I heard a low moaning. It took me a minute or so to realize that it was me responding to the boy's fingers doing their magic to my rock hard organ.

In no time at all I knew that I was close to orgasm. Then it happened. There was a loud, smirking laugh from Peter as he suddenly pulled his hand away from my throbbing penis. Without any warning, he ran through the door to the pool and dove effortlessly into the eight feet [2½ meters] of water at the deep end. From the open doorway, I could see the perfect globes of his bubble butt as he swam toward the shallow end of the pool. I half walked, half staggered out onto the tiled deck of the pool cursing under my breath. The kid had been teasing me all along just wanting to see if I would go along with it!

Almost without thinking, I dove into the water and swam toward the shallow end. Peter stood there in the meter [40 in] deep water. He had turned back toward me and was laughing at me when I reached him.

My teenaged ego had been bruised. I grabbed him around the shoulders and jerked him hard plunging him beneath the surface of the water. I held him under while he flailed his arms in futile protest.

Realizing that he couldn't break my hold, he in turn grabbed me by the dick and balls and squeezed hard. I yelped and let him go. Sputtering and gasping for breath, Peter surfaced. He stood there before me, naked and dripping in the waist high water. Instinctively, he ran both hands through his hair wiping off much of the water that was dripping from it. Then, he seemed to freeze in place as he stared at me standing there equally naked only inches from his face.

Slowly, without conscious thought, we drew closer until our lips met in what was for both of us our first kiss with another guy. Then, I felt his arms wrap around me. I lost no time wrapping my own arms around him. I felt his firm back and then my hands slid down and squeezed his perfectly formed butt cheeks. This in turn caused him to do the same to me. Our rock hard dicks rubbed against each other's lower belly which only added to their crying need for release.

At the same time, we continued to explore each other's mouth with a long, lingering kiss that seemed never to end.

I feel sure that we were both experiencing true boy on boy sex for the first time. My mind raced in two directions at once. On the one hand, I was having the best sex that I had ever had in my young life while on the other hand, I had awakened passions that until that moment I hadn't realized that I had.

I released my hold on Peter and backed up an inch or two. Sensing my hesitation, he lowered his eyes and said softly "The water makes me hard" and turned away from me almost bashfully.

Without thinking, I reached out and embraced him from behind holding him tightly while pressing his back against my body. I tingled as I ran my hard dick down his lower back and between the firm globes of his young ass. Then, I slipped my hard penis between his legs. Still holding him from behind with one arm, I pressed my body even closer against his. I reached around with my free hand and, taking hold of his hard organ, I began to run my cupped fingers up and down its smooth surface.

Peter remained still and made no motion to make me stop. He moaned softly as my strokes brought him closer and closer to orgasm.

"Is this what you want me to do?" I asked softly into his ear. The boy continued to moan as he slowly nodded his head in agreement.

He turned his head toward me looking longingly over his shoulder at me as I stroked his dick. Slowly, I stopped what I was doing and turned him toward me. His back was to the side of the pool. Then, almost without thinking I pushed him up onto the edge of the pool. He leaned back on his forearms with his feet and legs still in the water. His hard dick throbbed and swayed almost at eye level as it beckoned me toward it.

Then, something happened that had never happened to me before that moment. Without thinking, reflexively I leaned forward and took his hard penis in my mouth like I had been doing it all of my life. It was not until that moment that I realized that sex with another boy went beyond just mutual masturbation, that what I wanted was true boy to boy sex.

I sucked on Peter's rock hard organ as though I had been lost in the desert and had just discovered water. It was like I was trying to inhale him, to swallow him whole. The boy moaned with his eyes half closed and just lay there as he let me continue to suck on him while he ran his hands through my hair unconsciously pulling me closer as he did it.

Neither of us had ever done anything like this before. It wasn't long before Peter pulled back making me break the connection between my mouth and his penis. Again, I took his dick in my hand and continued stroking it. Seconds later, he erupted in a virtual geyser of cum.

The boy just lay there on the tiled pool deck panting hard. Still standing in the shallow water, I too was panting. However, by now I was stroking my own dick even if it was under water. Seconds later, I too erupted shooting cum into the air like lava from a submerged volcano.

Peter and I looked at each other and smiled sly, wicked smiles. Somehow, I knew that this was going to be our secret and that more times like this would follow.

Later that evening, when I dropped Peter at his home, we kissed once more in the darkness of a summer evening. Each of us parted knowing what the other wanted in the way of sex. Finding the time and place for that to happen would be the challenge.

Let me just say that I now look back on fond memories of those times when we found ways to make that happen.

The End