Ned stared at the tube of chapstick. As the beach waves casually lapped up against the sand he smiled and rolled it around in his hands. He tried to remember the old man that handed it to him but his memory grew fuzzier the harder he tried to concentrate on the man's face.
"You look like a man wanting love," Ned said, repeating what the old man said. "Or perhaps something a little more primal."
Ned recalled his initial reluctance to give the old man any of his time. He was here for a beach CPR course. And after he saw the bronzed god of a man giving the CPR course, Ned wanted to make sure he paid attention. Full attention.
The man teaching the course looked like he stepped out of a comic book. The fact he only wore red trunks, leaving his chiseled, glistening form to admire did not help. His name was Carl, and he was every wet dream Ned had about an older man wrapped into a single form. Ned just turned nineteen and the fact Carl looked at least thirty-five only fueled more lust inside of his stomach.
Ned contemplated how he should find a place to masturbate these feelings away, and chiding himself for going days without release when the old man showed up out of nowhere. Ned tried to ignore the old man to listen to Carl giving instructions. But, something about the old man compelled him to listen.
Disturbingly, Ned noticed how the old man saw the arousal Ned had for Carl right away. After Ned did not answer the old man's statement, the old man chuckled and handed him a thing of chapstick. Told him to put it on and let the sun have its way. The old man said Carl would be captivated by it, and once the chapstick entered Carl's lips, Ned would be able to have fun. The way the old man chuckled unnerved him but the way he disappeared into the beach crowd made Ned question if the entire conversation happened.
Then, he looked at his hand and saw the tube of chapstick.
Part of him wanted to throw it away. An old man handing him a random tube of chapstick did not sound like a hygienic idea.
Then, he lifted his eyes back to Carl. Those sparkling blue eyes. Ned felt the tube in his hand.
"Aw, fuck it," Ned said. As he moved closer to Carl talking, he put the chapstick on his lips. It felt cool and minty. Ned smacked his lips. He liked it.
Carl continued to talk about CPR. Ned looked at Carl's mouth, his mind wandering to how it would feel against his neck. His lips.
Or wrapped around his cock.
Ned groaned, shuffling his legs to cover his erection. A few people around him looked at him with amused expressions. Ned shook his head and tried to clear his mind.
As Carl talked, Ned noticed something peculiar happen. A few glances directly at Ned. Even Carl looked confused. As Carl continued to talk, those few glances turned into a few more. And more. Soon, Carl shifted his body and faced Ned. And stared at him while he talked.
The connection felt undeniable. Ned glanced to his sides to see if it could be anyone else Carl looked at. He saw no other candidates. He felt in a spotlight.
"Young man, what is your name?"
Ned gulped. He saw Carl's kind eyes and smile directed at him.
"Uh, Ned, sir."
"Would you come up here just for a minute?"
Ned heard a little bit of chuckling as he approached the front. Ned realized he did not pay attention to any of what Carl said, so he had no idea where in the seminar they were.
"Ned you said, right?" Carl said, wrapping his massive arm around Ned.
Ned tried to keep composure. "Uh, yes sir."
"Carl, please," Carl said with a smile. "Okay, Ned here is going to be my volunteer on the proper way to perform mouth-to-mouth."
Ned's eyes grew wide. His lips tingled.
"Please, lie down on this table," Carl said.
Ned gulped. He felt hot and his throat dry. He complied, too stunned to realize what was being asked. He hoped his erection subsided enough as he lay down on the table.
Carl continued to talk but the blood pounded in Ned's ears. He could only look up at the man and his well-defined body and sparkling smile. He could only envision that man mounting him as he lay there. The feeling of his hard cock slipping into his ass. The moans. The groans.
"You ready?"
Ned blinked and looked at Carl. "Uh, sure?"
"Now, I hear giggling out there. But, remember. In a life-and-death situation, you have to take care of a person, no matter who they are. This isn't for the ones with a weak stomach."
Carl turned back to Ned. Ned saw the start of a few wrinkles around Carl's eyes as he smiled. "You find with this, Ned?"
Ned nodded. He noticed Carl starting at his lips. As he dipped down, Ned swore he saw Carl lick his own lips.
Ned lay there as Carl's lips touched his. That tingling, minty feeling on his lips only increased. Ned could feel Carl's professionalism slipping. Ned lay there, wrapped up in the mixed feelings of having mouth-to-mouth performed on him even as Carl moaned softly into his mouth.
It felt like an eternity of bliss and confusing arousal. All too soon, however, the lips left his. Carl continued to use Ned's body to show proper CPR. Ned continued to enjoy the tingling sensation.
"I, uh, said you are done, son," Carl said.
Ned blinked. He sat up and smiled. Carl returned that smile too easily.
"You were good. A good volunteer, I mean," Carl said.
Ned nodded. "Yeah, you were good too," he said quietly.
Unable to look into his eyes, he stared at the ground. On the way to that spot, his eyes glanced at Carl's bulge between his legs.
Ned hopped off the table, feeling his world spinning. He melted back into the crowd feeling his cheeks burning. A few people giggled once more but after a few minutes of Carl talking, no one paid him any attention.
Carl looked flustered to Ned. For the rest of the seminar he seemed to pace, twitch and wipe his brow of sweat. More than once he locked eyes with Ned and gave him a deep, intense stare. Ned felt like Carl spoke only to him, although Ned did not pay attention to any of the words.
"Okay, okay, I think that's enough for today. Uh, I'll pass you off to my assistant after lunch and we'll, uh, you'll practice. On dummies. Dummies," Carl said, wiping a hand through his hair and looking distracted. "Have a good lunch," he said without looking at anyone.
Ned felt a rush of something primal deep inside of his stomach. As the crowd dispersed to take in the beautiful day at the beach, Ned could only focus on Carl. He quickly departed into a small office under a large set of umbrellas. Ned followed, slightly in a trance. The offices were far enough from the crowds that it gave the illusion of privacy. Ned walked up to the door without a plan or a thought.
He waited outside of the door. He noticed it ajar, tapping against the lock as a slight ocean breeze slammed into it.
Ned shook his head. He felt under the influence of something powerful. Now, with a moment of clear thought, he wondered why he stood here.
"Do I expect him to...what, invite me in?" Ned muttered to himself. His mind took that idea and ran with it. Invited him in, asked him to sit down, made out with him, touch his cock...
Ned shook his head. "I need to go dump my head in the water."
As Ned walked from the door he heard a soft moan. He froze.
