I was at the beach and missed the last bus home so I needed a ride from some good Samaritan. Sipping a soda at the refreshment stand, I scouted the small crowd for likely possibilities. I ruled out the two strutting bodybuilders; they were too busy trying to impress their girlfriends. The nearby family looked all right, but when the little girl screamed and her brother dumped his cone in somebody's lap, I decided to pass. It wasn't yet sunset, there was still plenty of time. I went to the locker room to take a leak. It was empty. I was just finishing up when one of the lifeguards strolled in. He stood at the other end of the trough from me, and I decided to linger a moment before zipping up. He had a great body—lean, broad-shouldered, and deeply tanned, with sunstreaked hair and a shockingly bright orange, baggy swimsuit. He nodded hello as he pulled down the elastic waistband, and let his big-headed, fleshy uncut dick flop out. He stared straight ahead, looking at the beach through the small, eye-level screen window in front of him as his thick prick gushed out a healthy spray of piss. His suit slipped down enough so I could see the top of his ass-crack and his startling white tanline. His meaty uncut dick hung loosely in his hand. Then he aimed the thick fuck-piece upward so the strong, clear piss-stream arced into the air before it splashed onto the wet, white porcelain. I wanted to run my hands over those perfect pecs, pinch those half-dollar nipples erect as his ass clenched and shot a forceful flood of piss. Fuck! This guy had me so horny I couldn't think straight. My dick was bone-hard and jutting out as the handsome lifeguard shook the last few drops of moist piss from the big head of his cock. He gave it one last squeeze and looked up at me. I was startled and just stared for a second before I remembered my hard-on. I quickly turned and tried to stuff the raging boner into my pants. The blond nodded at me again as if nothing were happening. I heard the waistband snap on his hard, flat stomach, and turned back just in time to see him amble out, giving me a good-natured wave and a "See ya" as he left. I stood there in front of the urinal, my hard dick still tenting out the front of my shorts, horny as hell and trying to figure out what had just happened. Was he one of those straight guys who can't imagine gay sex, so they don't even see it right in front of them? Was he a blasé lifeguard used to guys (and girls) checking him out? Like it happens so often he doesn't care? Or was he lost in his own thoughts, so that he hadn't really noticed me? Or maybe, just maybe... My dick ached so bad I needed to jerk it off right there. I started to pull on its cramped thickness when three old men and a kid shuffled in. I stuffed it in my shorts and left. I sat on a picnic table watching the last few stragglers leave the beach. Even the lifeguards were packing up their gear. The blond from the T-room was stuffing his things into a nylon bag. What the hell, I thought. I walked over and asked him for a ride. "Sure," he shrugged, very noncommittally. Oh well, I figured, at least I've got a ride. We walked to the lot, where he had a low, little black sports car parked. Sitting in it was almost like lying down, your legs stretched out so far in front of you. We hit the main highway, which would take us off the beach peninsula and back to where I could get my bus. As we blended into traffic I noticed he had one hand on the wheel, the other nestled in his crotch. Another couple of miles and the hand between his legs moved a bit, first a little scratch, then a squeeze or two so I could see the outline of his dick. But still, he kept his eyes straight ahead on the road. I dropped my hand and cupped my own crotch. His kneading grew bolder, and soon we were each openly groping the bulges between our legs. I reached over and gave his mound a squeeze. He exhaled sharply and spread his knees wider. I rubbed and nudged the thick cock beneath those orange shorts till it was rock hard. I tugged at the waistband and pulled it away from his body. Up popped the biggest, juiciest uncut cockhead I've ever seen. Pre-cum drooled from the gaping piss-slit under the loose forseskin. I palmed the head and rubbed the slimy fuck-juice all over the fat, fleshy knob. He hissed through his teeth as his hard stomach muscles contracted. I stroked the thick shaft up and down, each time squeezing more clear fluid out of the flaring red gash in the middle of his huge dickhead. He moaned, but managed to keep the car steady. I slicked the runny fuck-syrup down his entire prick, then sat back as the glistening rod jerked and twitched and banged against the steering wheel. I whipped out my own dripping cock and started to jerk it. We sat wide-legged in those black bucket seats, dicks pointed to the ceiling as the sea air whizzed by. We had to stop for a light, and the horny blond raised his white ass off the seat and slipped his suit down his gold-dusted legs onto the floor. He still had a cutoff T-shirt on, so everything looked normal to people in the other cars. Only I could see his naked ass on the seat, his bare legs, balls plopped on the black leather, and big dick sticking up, aiming back at his belly-button. What a fucking hot sight this dude was! I shimmied my shorts below my knees, freeing my bouncing hard-on, and feeling the breeze on my balls as we started to move again. We were stroking our rigid, drooling dicks when he turned off the highway and onto a local street. We'd be at my bus stop soon... this can't end so fast! Suddenly, we swerved into a large, empty parking lot by a supermarket. The lust-crazed lifeguard killed the engine in the middle of the lot, leaned back against his door and started to whack his dick ferociously. His big balls banged up and down like fat lemons on either side of his bloated hard-on. He put one sneakered foot up on the console and I got a flash of his pink asshole, hidden in a snarl of blond fuzz. It began to pucker and sweat as his cock swelled fatter and redder. I grabbed his plump ballbag and pulled, twisting the wrinkled skin, scraping and tearing at the tiny hairs as he moaned. I rubbed my slick finger quickly back and forth over his puckering asshole. "No!" he gasped. I pressed my finger into his wet hole. Hot. Tight. Squirming. He cried out. I started jabbing that finger in there while he bucked his ass up and down, still flailing his seeping cock. I jammed a second finger in, and fucked him faster, harder, rougher. "Fuck that ass! Fuck that ass!" I growled as he bucked on my double fuck-finger, bearing down harder and tougher, till he let out a yelp and ground all his weight down on me, taking my fingers all the way up inside him, splattering his chest with the first hard shot of his come, gasping, shooting again and again, hitting his face, his chin, his lips, his asshole clenching tight around my fingers which still worked him hard. I'd fuck that ass so he'd feel it all day, squirming his butt in a lifeguard's chair. He slumped forward and his battered dick flopped down drooling across my wrist. He was exhausted, but I kept my fingers inside him, giving him a few rough swirls inside that raw ass to remember me by. Head rolling, he dazedly uttered a whelp of protest, but I kept fucking his sloshy hole. I double-pumped my dick and shot all over his dashboard. We took a few minutes to wipe up and pull on our clothes, stunned by the still-bright sunlight and the ordinariness of pedestrians on the street. I got out, and leaned back into the car window. The lifeguard's disheveled blond hair was wet and matted down on his forehead and neck. I gave him a friendly smirk as I rubbed two fingers casually back and forth under my nose. "See ya," I said.
