When Avery makes a delivery at a summer camp before it opens, he happens upon a hunky head lifeguard, who’s willing to give Avery a swing on his studly meat… with a little consideration. Avery is in for a wild ride!
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Avery was done with his delivery, and he took a walk down by the beach. He was still at Camp Mittihara. It was a Jewish girls’s sports camp, but it was only early June. Camp hadn’t opened yet, so there were no kids around.
It was peaceful. Avery loved camping, and he would have enjoyed it here when he was a kid. It looked to be a very crowded camp though. They had ordered a hundred camp stoves. That was not something a small establishment did. It would not be pleasant, he thought, when there were kids here. Teeming, screaming masses of early and pre-teens. Avery couldn’t handle that many girls.
It was on the shore of Lake Mittihara, nestled in the mountains. The trail to the waterfront was lush and verdant, and Avery felt like an explorer hacking the first trail through an untouched wilderness. Avery wished he could stay here all summer. It was a large rocky beach now — it looked like they trucked fresh sand in each summer. It was mostly eroded away at the moment, leaving just rock behind. It’d be painful to walk on that beach.
There was a man at the beach. He was a tall, blond-haired and broad-shouldered jock with glistening tanned skin. Square jaw, blue eyes, rugged chin and enough swagger to make him come across like a bit of a bully, an overgrown bully though, like one who had never grown up even as his body did.
The most interesting thing about him at this moment, however, was that he was getting naked. He dropped his shorts. He flashed a huge cock, which was much paler than the rest of his body — he must have tanned naked though, because his ass was nut-brown like the rest of him. He headed for the water.
He winced when he dipped his toe in. He gasped and stepped back. “Ah, damn, damn,” he muttered loud enough for Avery to hear. Then he said, “Aw, fuck it!”
He stormed into the water, his teeth chattering right away. He howled and yelped. The air was warm today, but not all that warm, and it had been raining recently. The summer hadn’t really yet begun. There was still snow on the ground in some places up high in the mountains, Avery thought, and it was all melting into this lake. The water must be freezing.
The man was only in for a few seconds. He ran back out heaving for air. He went straight for the lifeguard tower on the beach. His skin was red like a cooked lobster. He was gasping and shivering, and his hand struggled to grip the door of the lifeguard tower because it shook so much.
That was when he stopped. He saw Avery, who suspected that the blond man blushed — it was hard to tell because his cheeks were rosy red from the cold water.
“Oh, uh… Hi,” he said. A painfully potent shiver erupted on his body. He gasped again and again, and he tried to say something else but the cold water had sunk into his bones. He shivered and ran into the lifeguard tower. He pulled out a towel and wrapped himself in it.
“Are you okay?”
His teeth chattering, the lifeguard said, “Uh… y-y-yeah, it’s fine.”
Avery came forward and grabbed a second towel from inside the tower. He rubbed it over the lifeguard’s ropy-muscled legs to get some of the water clinging to his skin. The lifeguard nodded and blushed.
“Who’re you?” He asked with some difficulty.
“My name is Avery. I delivered a load of camp stoves and shit, to the Quartermaster up the hill,” Avery said. He blushed in front of the handsome lifeguard, whose powerful muscles rippled as he shivered.
“Oh. Okay.” He bit his lip. His pecs twitched, and he took a deep breath, trying to stop shivering. “I’m Hark. Cool. Sorry, you, uh… Thanks for helping.” One violent shiver ran through his body. “Sorry, the water was cold. Crazy cold. Mad cold, shit!”
“No problem, Hark. You don’t need to be embarrassed.”
He blushed even deeper red. He took a deep breath, having finally stopped shivering though he still looked cold. “It’s just a tradition. It’s like a rule. The Waterfront Director has to do a polar bear dive every summer. I’ll have to do it again later cuz my staff wasn’t here, they won’t believe I did it. They’ll dunk me if they think I’m lying.” He chuckled. “That’s what I did to my Waterfront Director a couple summers ago. I waited until it had rained all night, cuz the water’s always freezing when that happens. And I pushed him in before breakfast.” He blushed like he had thought that story would be more interesting than it was.
“You’ve worked here a long time?”
“Five summers,” he said. He sighed. “This is probably my last summer. I need money, real money, not the pennies they pay. It sucks. I gotta move on, grow up, be an adult, I guess.”
“Being an adult sucks.”
“Yeah. It does.”
“So, uh, Hark…” Avery giggled girlishly. “Hope this doesn’t make you feel uncomfortable, but, uh… do you want to make some money? I’ll give you a hundred bucks to cornhole me.” When Hark didn’t immediately respond, Avery said, “You know what cornholing is?”
“Yeah.” Hark still looked flummoxed. He looked at Avery like a math problem that didn’t add up.
“So, uh… how about it?”
There was another long pause. Then Hark croaked and ran a finger through his dense mop of blond hair. “You’ll pay me a hundred bucks? To do what?”
“Stick your dick in me. I wanna taste your dick, and I want you to stick me in the ass,” Avery said. “And cum. You have to cum in my ass.” He came closer and placed one finger on one of Hark’s taut pecs. He pulled a dollar bill out of his wallet and tucked it into the waist of Hark’s shorts. “Here. I’ll give you a dollar to let me touch your chest.”
“Uh…” Hark laughed and his face turned even redder than it had been when he got out of the water. His muscles rippled all over. “I, uh… I’m not… I’m not into that. You know that, right?”
“I know.”
“Oh.”
“I bet you get lots of girls.”
Hark laughed sheepishly. His laughter was a little louder than was appropriate. It sounded forced. “Uh… Yeah. I do okay.”
“Well, Hark, I get the feeling that you’re too nervous to say yes, but you want to do it. Is that right?” Avery tweaked his nipple again. There was lakewater clinging to his smooth flesh. Avery leaned in and licked it off, making Hark laugh again. The lingering lakewater was cold, and Hark’s skin was still pink from chill, but he was warming up rapidly. “Why don’t I get just started? This is your beach, so you can make me leave anytime. And if you want, you can tell people I ravished you, that you didn’t have a choice.”
He chuckled. He was much larger than Avery, so the idea that Avery might overpower him was ridiculous. Hark was at least a foot taller and a hundred pounds heavier, all of it muscle. He had a perfect six-pack and bulging biceps. Hark frowned like he would never tell anyone that a man had “ravished” him. He flexed his biceps and licked his teeth. He looked around as though there was some chance someone would walk in on them.
“I won’t be telling people,” he said. He looked up the hill. “Did you see a dude up there? Real skinny, walks like he’s got a stick up his ass. Actually, walks like he is a stick up his own ass, his flesh is just a stick-covering.” He laughed.
“Yeah, I did see him.” Avery said as he dropped to his knees. “He signed for my delivery. Is he really the Camp Director? He looks like a disgraced prison guard. They shouldn’t let him near kids.”
“I know, he’s an absolute ass. He doesn’t think we should sing at the Waterfront because it might distract the lifeguards,” he said with a scoff. He threw his hands in the air. “Kids expect their swimming instructor to sing. It’s like, a rule. Let’s go in the tower. He might come down here anytime.”
He led Avery into the lifeguard tower — it was just a wooden structure maybe fifteen feet tall, like the chair a lifeguard might sit in at a pool but this was bigger and taller since there was an entire lake to watch over (with boaters). The base of it was hollow and used for storage, plus it was a place for the lifeguards to change their clothes. It was a tiny closet, barely big enough for one person. But it was currently empty since all of the equipment was still in storage, so there was ample area for Hark to stand. Avery didn’t mind being crammed in there close to his studly body. The smell of lakewater and sweat filled the air in the stultifying tower.
“I’m not touching your dick. Sorry if it that’s, y’know, not romantic or whatever,” Hark said. He laughed like he was sharing a big joke.
“I know. That’s fine.” Avery pulled down the towel Hark had been using to cover himself. Hark’s dick was not especially large at the moment, but Avery could tell that was only because of the cold water and the chilly morning air.
Hark’s whole body twitched when Avery touched his cock, which was freezing cold — that was one part of the body that hadn’t begun warming up yet. It seemed to even shrink more when Avery touched it. Maybe Hark realized that, because his cheeks turned bright red, or maybe that was the startling temperature difference making his skin flush, as the inside of this lifeguard tower was humid and hot like a mid-summer noon.
His cock poked limply in Avery’s hand. Avery didn’t mind it staying limp and even small for the moment, because it gave him a chance to handle it while sucking on Hark’s nipples and making his pecs flex and ripple. Avery’s mind was brought back to old episodes of Baywatch and the relentless stiffies that showed had given him.
Maybe Hark had similar thoughts, because as David Hasselhoff ran through Avery’s mind, Hark’s meat also throbbed and twitched, just like Avery’s was. Both shafts perked up. Avery’s raced right to full erection, while Hark’s was more of a slow and elegant firming up.
After only a minute or two, Hark’s cock perked up and became mighty indeed, more than ten inches long at least and thicker than Avery’s wrist. Avery smiled and kissed it on the tip. When he did, Hark bucked and winced like it hurt. He laughed too.
“Ah, man, this is crazy…” His cock twitched in Avery’s mouth. It was very cold, the lakewater having seeped into it. It was an odd sensation at first, tasting a freezing cold dick. But it soon warmed up in Avery’s mouth, and it stiffened into a nearly foot-long rod. Avery let his tongue lap at the whole length of it, which made Hark’s eyes open wide.
Hark groaned. He must have been the kind of person who dealt with anxiety by laughing, Avery decided, because he didn’t stop chuckling the entire time. His face was ruddy, eyes wild and flitting back and forth as though there might be people hiding somewhere in the tiny, empty lifeguard tower.
Even when his dick was rock-hard and sliding all the way down Avery’s throat, Hark still kept laughing. To a casual observer it might have sounded like this was all a prank and Hark was laughing because he had pulled one over on Avery. Avery thought it was cute — there was nothing more arousing than a handsome guy getting embarrassed.
He slathered spit up and down that veiny cockshaft. He coated its veiny surface with his saliva, making Hark gasp in between his laughs. He traveled down to the root and licked that sensitive underspot where his cock met his crotch. That must have felt good, because Avery could see the pleasure shimmy its way from Hark’s dickroot to his face, which screwed up as he let out a moan.
“Oh god, wow… Wow… I’m not gonna tell anyone about this,” Hark said. “No way. I can’t believe I’m doing this, no way can I tell anyone, man.”
“That’s fine-” Avery slapped his own face with Hark’s cock, which was rock-hard now.
“I just can’t.”
“That’s fine, Hark, I don’t want you to tell anyone. You’re the kind of person who shares every detail of his life, right? It’s okay to keep things secret by default. You don’t need to convince anyone,” Avery said. He licked Hark’s shaft from root to tip one more time. “Are you ready to get it in me?”
He looked terrified, and he even glanced towards the door like he was considering running away. He nodded though, and closed his eyes. “I’ve never, y’know… fucked a girl in the ass. Is it…? I mean, is it the same? Or whatever?”
“It’s exactly the same. Men and women have the same buttholes, Hark,” Avery said. “Sometimes men are hairier.” He turned around and bent over. He had a tube of lubricant in his pocket — he kept it with him for precisely these sorts of encounters — so he pulled it out and smeared some over his ass.
“Huh. I had no idea. The staff at Camp Markowa across the lake are all Jamaicans — and one Trinidadian dude who’s a total dickhead — and, uh, all of them have no hair on their chest. It’s weird-looking.”
“Yeah, Jamaicans sometimes have a little body hair, but not as much as white guys.”
“Oh. Wow, you learn something new every day. Hey, can I make fun of them for it?” he asked as he approached Avery’s backside. He flopped his dick against Avery’s smooth cheek, and he jumped back, laughing when he made contact. “Can I, uh… I dunno how, just like tell ’em they look like a black seal or something? Or a black otter? I don’t know, I can’t think of a good burn right now. Or would that be racist?”
“Uh… Well, I don’t know those guys. But you should probably find something else to tease them about. Jamaicans hate menstruation. Call them a maxi-pad or something,” he said. Avery teased Hark’s chest muscles with his tongue, which made Hark mutter and groan. Avery shifted his ass up and down, rubbing it against the underside of Hark’s throbbing cock.
“Oh okay, cool. I’ll fill their tower up with tampons, that’ll be funny.” He paused. “Shit, how expensive are tampons? What if the tampons spill in the water? Do they like… get really big? What if they fill the lake? No, they don’t get big when girls use them, right? They just soak it up?”
“Hark, stop talking and stick it in me. You’re distracting yourself,” Avery said. He giggled. Hark, it seemed, was a bit of a dumbass, which Avery thought was cute. “The amount I don’t know about tampons could — and does — fill a gynecology textbook. Just stick it in.”
“Oh. Okay. Cool. Cool. Okay. Cool. No problem. Sure,” Hark said. He ran a finger through his blond hair. He took a deep breath. His dick was still hard, throbbing at the entrance to Avery’s ass. “I’ll just do it. No thinking about it. Just do it.”
He pushed and Avery opened his ass wide to make it easy. There was a tingling sense of pain but it went away quickly as Avery adjusted. He moaned, the sound of which made Hark laugh again.
Now that Avery was bent over, he took up more space in the cramped tower. So he and Hark had to squeeze in. Hark had been trying to touch Avery as little as possible, but that was no longer an option because they were pushed into this tiny area. Avery grabbed the wall, and Hark’s hands fluttered in the air, unwilling to touch Avery any more than necessary.
At last Hark found purchase by grabbing the ceiling of the tower, and holding on tight like he was on a rocking ship. He gritted his teeth and plowed.
Another surge of pain hit Avery, but this one was overshadowed by pleasure because Hark’s cock hit his prostate. Avery moaned and grunted. He dug his nails into the splintery wood of the lifeguard tower. There were names and words painted onto it, Avery hadn’t noticed because most of them were faded. It looked like every year’s lifeguards painted their names somewhere, sometimes adding little pictures or funny slogans. The summer time forgot one of them said, it looked freshest, like it was from last year, and sure enough Kaith Harkness was the second name listed below the slogan.
“Hey! Hark!” A deep voice bellowed from outside the tower. “Hark! They’re delivering your motorboat in an hour! Hey Hark! Hark! You gotta be here…” the man’s voice trailed off when he didn’t see Hark.
“Shit, shush, shush,” Hark said. “That’s Matt, the Camp Director. Shush.” Though he desperately shushed Avery, Hark was the only one making noise. Avery was used to getting using his dick quietly. He cringed and winced, biting back his moans of pleasure. Hark hushed him over and over, even as he continued slowly grinding his dick in deeper and deeper. It didn’t seem that Hark was even aware he was still going, his hips gyrating out of pure instinct as he peered through the cracked door.
The Camp Director stalked onto the beach. He called out towards the lake. “Hey! Hark! You here?! Where’d he go?”
“Sssssh…” Hark said softly right into Avery ear. They were both on the ground now, Hark swaying his hips side to side as his muscles flexed against Avery’s smooth back. Sand scratched at Avery’s belly and chest.
The Camp Director sighed and turned around. “Not here.” He clicked his tongue against his teeth. “Hark! Hark! You get back here! If they drop off this motorboat and you’re not here to… I dunno, do whatever you do with motorboats, I swear to God, I will fire you in a heartbeat.” His voice trailed off as he walked away.
When he was finally gone, Hark laughed right into the back of Avery’s head. “What does he think I need to do with the motorboat? It’s just a boat. It goes in the water and sits there. If it’s broken, I’ll call a mechanic. I certainly don’t know how to fix it. The only thing to do is watch them put it in the water.”
“Uh-huh.” Avery was too close to orgasm to think of anything to say.
“Or is there something else? I’ve never been Waterfront Director before. Do you know how to use a motorboat? Am I supposed to, like… change the oil or something before it goes in the water? Do motorboats use engine oil?”
“Hark… Hark, I’m paying you to put it in me. You have to pay attention to that,” Avery said. He gasped. Despite — or maybe because of — Hark’s distraction, Avery endured a potent orgasm. Waves of pleasure flowed through his veins, and Avery’s whole body shook in Hark’s arms.
“Sorry.” He bit his lip. “Are you… cumming right now? Shit…”
A huge load sprayed right onto the cement floor of the lifeguard tower. It was thick and creamy, and the salty-sweet scent filled the air. Hark wrinkled his nose and paused before he continued. He looked surprised, like he was shocked Avery actually enjoyed getting it in the butt.
“I kind of forgot you were paying me,” he said with a laugh. He again sounded distracted. “I’m going to take my whole staff out to dinner before the kids show up, that’s what I’ll spend that money on. Tommy did that two summers ago. It’s classy, don’t you think? I should buy beer too. They’re mostly not old enough to drink at a restaurant, so we’ll have to drink here-“
“Hark? Shut up.” Avery was breathless and overwhelmed by the feelings pumping through his veins.
“Oh. Sorry,” he said. He gyrated his hips, slamming his dick in with one long smooth motion. He grunted. “A lot of girls complain I talk too much during sex. I don’t mean to. I think I just like to distract myself, like I — Nevermind, sorry.”
“You do talk too much.”
Hark gritted his teeth as aftershocks of his own orgasm wracked his body. The talking didn’t end up slowing Hark down. He moaned and bucked, shoulders tensing as he reached his own orgasm. He wrapped one muscular arm around Avery’s neck, holding him tight. Avery breathed deeply of the lakewater and sweat that clung to his flesh.
Cum flew into Avery’s backside, a great long flow of creamy juices that filled him up. The emanating heat made Avery moan again, and it reawakened his orgasm. He clawed at the ground and licked Hark’s muscular bicep. As the pleasure wracking his body grew more intense, Avery grunted and nibbled on his tender skin until Hark pulled his arm away.
At last it was over. Avery fell limp, giggling as Hark was finally serious for a moment. Hark had a pinched, solemn expression on his face. He sighed. His cheeks were bright red. He looked relieved, like he had been worried he wouldn’t be able to cum at all.
“Ah, shit… Okay… Well, that wasn’t so bad,” he said. He shrugged. “Okay. Not bad. Okay.” He paused. His eyes bugged out — he had only just now realized that he had no way of forcing Avery to pay. “You better pay me, man. I’ll… I’ll call the cops! I mean, I can’t tell them what, but, you know… I’ll tell them something, I’ll tell them you cheated me.”
“Don’t worry, Hark, I’ll pay,” Avery said. He stood and stretched his legs. He pulled out his wallet and counted out money. Hark watched, then grabbed an old ratty t-shirt that looked to have been sitting on a shelf all winter. He wiped his cock off.
Avery handed him the money and he took it just as the sound of an idling truck filled the air. Hark peeked out and gasped. “Shit, the motorboat. You gotta wait in here. No, wait, whatever, they don’t know who you are. You’re a delivery guy. You’re allowed to be here. No, wait, you can’t be in here, I can’t explain why you’re in the lifeguard tower. Wait here.” He paced in the tiny space, his limp cock flopping between his legs.
“Okay.” Avery didn’t want to go anywhere yet anyway. He was basking in the afterglow of his orgasm.
“Alright. I’ll be fine. They don’t know what happened,” he said. He walked out the tower door. Avery saw him go in slow motion, so he didn’t remind Hark to put his clothes on — he assumed Hark was going to put his shorts on before he stepped outside, but he didn’t. Hark was so distracted and stressed that he forgot he was naked.
He walked right out onto the beach and said, “Okay, hey guys, thanks for bringing the motorboat. Let’s put it in the water right over there. Is the gas tank full?” He had to raise his voice to be heard over the truck’s engine.
Deep-voiced laughter filled the air. There were hoots, hollering — it sounded like a strip club out there. The two men in the truck laughed so hard they cried and slapped their knees. Hark blushed a deep red, but he felt compelled to go with it. He pretended he was naked deliberately.
“What? You guys scared of a real man’s cock?” Hark said with a proud laugh. “Hey, shut up. Fuck you guys, come on. This is, uh… A tradition. The Waterfront Director always has to be naked on his first day, when no one else is there. That’s all. It’s just tradition. A lifeguard tradition.”