I always dreaded going to the pool and working my eight hour sift. Life guarding was something I thought I was meant to do because I enjoyed swimming and I wanted to help people. Instead of days filled with diving in the water and giving CPR I sat in a chair all day. I was more of a parent than a lifeguard. My biggest responsibility was blowing the whistle when I noticed inappropriate roughhousing or running. Three years had gone by before got the opportunity to save anyone.
When I turned thirty, I was given the opportunity to manage the pool. I made more money and had a few more responsibilities. I saw most of the people who entered the pool and was able to see the hot bodies as they entered. I would usually take a mental note of when I saw five hot women enter. Then I would do a walk-around of the pool, primarily to see if those five women looked in their bathing suits as I imagined. It was one way that I entertained myself.
During the early summer days, the pool got few visitors. I released many of the lifeguards early, sometimes leaving just me and one other lifeguard. At the end of the night, I assisted the remaining lifeguards in cleaning the pool. On one such night I had only Julio closing with me. Young Julio was from Peru and had a solid bronze tan. I wouldn't consider myself homosexual or heterosexual, just sexual. I often found myself daydreaming of Julio.
As the sun was setting that afternoon, I found Julio on his knees arranging the lifejackets from small to large and placing them on the rack. I could see the muscles twitching in his back as he moved his arms. I found him mesmerizing as I stood in the doorway to the equipment room, watching. When Julio finished, he turned around and was obviously startled when he saw me in the doorway.
I moved closer to him and looked at the rack of jackets like I was giving them my manager's inspection. He took one last glance at his work and said, "I'm finished. I guess I'll get going". I was blocking his path to the door. I looked him in the eyes and didn't move. I wanted him.
I took my hand and ran my fingers through his wavy, black hair. His eyes closed. My hand stopped at the base of his neck. I could hear his breathing quicken. I stepped closer to him, so close that I could feel the heat of his body. He looked up and down, moving closer so that our lips were centimeters apart. I felt his breath on my lips. He put his lips on mine
After a kiss that probably lasted only a few seconds I felt him pull away. He paused, looking at my lips. I felt his lips again. His tong brushed against my lips and my tongue. I felt the blood start flowing to my member. I moved my body closer to his. I could feel his hard pectoral muscles pressed against my chest. I felt him put his hands on my waist, inviting me to press against his toned body. I moved my hands along his sides, up his stomach, across his chest, down his back, and rested them on his ass. I felt every rib of muscle on his body.