Diary of a Teenage Hunk 9 (mm)

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The Diary

At The Lake

Had a great time at the lake today. Saw and talked to Roger. They still want me to become a lifeguard. Wore my boardies, but new Speedo under it; white bikini style with blue stripes down the sides and a zipper in front. Got some attention with it. Swam out to the dock. Good looking dude there. Also some skinny guy with his girl, he got jealous and they left. I think his chick wanted me. Also two young kids about twelve years old. They laughed about the skinny guy and said I could've fucked his girl right there on the dock. We all wondered how such a skinny nerd got a babe like her. The boys came right on to me, one of them came right out and wanted to blow me. I told them they were too young to be doing shit like that with older guys, stick to each other. They said they wanted guys built like me. I still didn't let them blow me. They might have raped me but their Mom waved for them to come back in. When they left the other guy, Cory, started coming on to me. I tell you, sex is everywhere. The dock wasn't all that far out but he had a way. He told me to slip off the dock into the water. He got under the dock and pulled my suit off and sucked my cock. Blew a HUGE load and fed the fish and Cory. He wanted me to fuck him but I didn't want to on the dock. He said we could use one of the cabanas but I didn't go for that either.

Another guy swam out to the dock right in the middle of the blow job. I wasn't hiding it to well and I told him that's what was going on. He slipped in the water and Cory was sucking him when I left. Went back in and talked to Roger, told him about the guy, Cory, blowing me under the dock. He said Cory was at a party for lifeguards one time and he sucked everybody there. He also knew the young kids, Randy and Mitch, said they needed to be kept on a short leash.

At The Lake

The gentle summer breeze blowing across the water made the lake look like a sea of shining diamonds. It was a weekday so the beach wasn't crowded. Brandon liked being able to go on a weekday.

He put his wallet in the console then took his keys off the key ring. He got out and tucked them into the zipper pouch of his swimsuit that he wore under his boardies. Then he grabbed his towel and a bottle of water and headed down to the beach.

"Hey, Roger," he spoke to the lifeguard as he passed the perch.

"Stud." The lifeguard greeted him back. The two had gone to school together, but Roger was two years older .

"Any chicks of note here today?" Brandon asked.

"More old hens than chicks," Roger said. "Nothing to get a hardon over."

"Don't take much for me," Brandon said.

Roger laughed. "That the reason you wear boardies?"

Brandon laughed with him.

"You think any more about becoming a lifeguard?" Roger asked. "Man, you look like a lifeguard. You would have to lose the boardies, though."

"I don't swim in it anyway. I've got another suit on under 'em."

"Well, if you ever decide you want a job here, I can get you an interview. Wouldn't take much. Just your name, then drop the boardies. You'd get the job."

"Wouldn't they wanta know if I could even swim?" Brandon asked.

"Oh yeah, but part of it is how well you fill out a Speedo," Roger said.

Brandon waved him off and walked on down the beach. Several yards from the shoreline he spread out his towel, then unzipped his boardies, and let them drop. He stepped out of them and tossed them on the towel, standing in a white bikini brief suit with blue stripes down the sides, and a blue accented zipper in the pouch. Two more stripes of blue drew out from the crotch, around the front, accenting his bulge.

"Oh, my Godd," someone whispered behind him.

"Shhh! Angie! He'll hear you," the other feminine voice said.

"I don't care. Look at that butt!"

Brandon smiled to himself as he hitched the suit up at his hips. It drew down in the front under the weight of his manhood. He couldn't resist; he looked around to find the girls. "Hey, Angie," he greeted her with his killer smile, letting them know that he'd heard them.

The two girls squealed with embarrassed excitement and put their hand over their faces. He walked down to the water, purposely clenching and flexing his butt muscles inside his suit. He waded in up to his knees then dove under. Unlike the ocean, there was no current against him so it was an easy swim out to the floating pier. At the dock, he pulled himself up and folded his arms across the edge.

"You made that look so easy," a muscular, brown-haired youth said.

"It was," Brandon said. "There's no current to fight like in the ocean or a creek."

There was another couple--teenagers--on the dock and two more younger boys. The teenage boy with the girl was skinny and pale. Brandon saw how they, he and the girl, both looked at him as he shoved himself up out of the water and climbed on the dock, water sheeting down his rippling muscles, and he knew his triceps were bulging. The boy's look was one of jealous disdain, the girl not so much. They only stayed a few minutes longer before the boy suggested they should go back. The boy gave him a "I hate you" look as he slid off the dock. The girl dove off, glancing back with a look of longing.

The other two boys were younger, maybe twelve or thirteen, nicely tanned, and well muscled for their age, and cute as hell. They were both wearing skimpy little suits.

"Wow! How do you get muscles like that?" one of them asked.

"Eat right, and work out," Brandon said. "And give yourself time to grow," he added.

"How old are you?" the other boy asked.

"Eighteen. How old are you?"

"Twelve."

"Thirteen."

"So you've got five, six years to get built like this, if you work at it," Brandon told them.

The boys were whispering to each other. "He wants to know how you got a muscle like that." He was looking unmistakably at the front of Brandon's bulging suit.

Brandon looked down at himself. "Eat right and work out," he said again.

"No kidding! There are special exercises for that?"

"None that you both don't already know about," Brandon said. "You just gotta give yourself time to grow naturally."

"That skinny guy was pissed as hell that you came out here," one boy said, laughing.

"Was he?"

"Didn't you see how he looked at you?"

"No, I wasn't paying any attention to him," Brandon lied. "I was noticing his girlfriend."

They both laughed.

"She would've drowned him for you if she could get by with it," one boy said.

"Yeah, you could've fucked her right here on the dock, I bet," said the other.

"What I wanta know is, how does a skinny nerd like that get a girl like her?" the older teenager said.

The two boys were whispering again. Then the older one said to Brandon, "Listen, what he really wants to ask you is...he wants to blow you."

Brandon blinked but didn't show undue surprise. "Aren't you kinda young to be talking like that to a perfect stranger?"

"What's your name?" the younger boy asked.

"Brandon."

"I'm Randy. He's Mitch. Now we're not strangers. Now can I blow you?"

"No!" Brandon said, laughing. "You're way too young to be doing shit like that except with kids your own age."

"Kids our age aren't built like you."

"By the time you're old enough, they will be, "Brandon said.

"I doubt that!" the boy said, eyeing Brandon's bulge again.

Just then the other boy punched his friend, pointing to the shore.

"Your Mom's waving for us to come in."

"Come on, I'll do you right here on the dock," the other boy told Brandon.

"Cool your balls, kid," Brandon said, laughing.

"Okay, maybe I'll see you again some time, when I'm older."

"Yeah, maybe," Brandon said.

"Hey, do you want us to send that girl back out?"

"Get out of here," Brandon said, pushing them off.

"If I do see you again, can I blow you?" the boy asked, treading water.

"Yeah, you can blow me. Now get out of here," Brandon said, joining the other guy's laughter. "Can you believe those little fuckers?"

"You gotta hand it to him, he goes after what he wants. He'll go far in life," the other teenager said.

"If somebody doesn't drown him," Brandon said.

"They were underage, but would you have let him, if I weren't here?"

"No," Brandon said with a scowl

The boy put out his hand. "My name's Cory."

"Brandon."

"Yeah, I know. Now, we're not strangers anymore, either."

It took a second to realize what the guy was possibly saying.

"And I am old enough," the boy added.

After all the guys before, Brandon had been thinking more and more about sex with other guys. "You got a place to go?" he asked.

"Right here."

Brandon looked all around and back to the shore. "We're not that far out from the shore," he said.

"All you have to do is slip off the dock and hold on while I get under the dock. I'm very good underwater. There's space under the dock where I can come up for air when I need to. You're so fuckin' hot, dude, you need to get in the water and cool off. Hell, you'll probably make the water sizzle.

"You've done this out here before?" Brandon asked.

"Yeah, but not with anybody as hot as you. I can help you do that, cooling off, I mean," he said with a tight smile.

Brandon didn't have to think about it but a few seconds before he said, "You're on, dude," and eased off the dock into the water. Cory dove off the other side and disappeared. A moment later Brandon felt hands on his thighs and the boy's face pressing into his suit. Then he was pulling the suit down off his butt. Brandon thought he would just pull it down off his hips but he pulled it all the way down. He tried to grab hold of it but it was already off and Brandon was naked! Cory's hand came up out of the water with Brandon's suit and his own. Fuck, Cory was naked too! Brandon took the suits from him and laid them on the edge of the dock.

The buoyancy of his cock throbbing in the water was a strange feeling. He felt Cory's hand encircle his cock then felt his warm mouth engulf the head as he began sucking him. Cory clasped his hands around Brandon's butt and pulled him to his mouth, forcing his cock into his throat.

"Holy shit!" Brandon murmured to himself as he laid his head back and let it happen. Several times Cory had to stop and come up for air, but he took quick breaths and dove back under. Brandon kept an eye out for anyone swimming toward them. He hung onto the dock for dear life as the teenager sucked him. It was funny, how his shoulders began to feel weak. "Fuck, hurry up, I'm gonna go under," he said to no one. Suddenly he saw a swimmer in the water; half way to the dock. He hadn't seen him before. He reached down and grabbed his cock and began jacking it. Cory tried to brush his hand away but he held tight and jacked it harder. Finally, he dropped down under the dock and pointed toward the shore. Cory nodded. Brandon went back up and grabbed hold of the dock again and Cory resumed sucking his cock and jacking it at the same time.

Brandon willed his climax. He wanted to cum so bad. He watched the swimmer come closer. It would be only a couple of minutes before he would be at the dock. He began counting off the seconds, his eyes fixed on the swimmer.

At the last second he muttered, "Fuck it," and stopped counting. He couldn't stop anything that felt so good. Let the guy come up on them, he wouldn't see anything except that two guys were naked, and what was the big deal about that? Still, he grabbed their swim suits and held them in one hand under the water.

The swimmer came up to the other side and climbed up on the dock, water sheeting down his smooth, tanned muscles.

"Hey," he said as he s wiped the water off his muscles.

"Hey," Brandon said back. The guy had a swimmer's build, only tighter and more solid, with awesome abs. He couldn't help noticing how he filled out his tiny Speedo.

Brandon tried to maintain complete composure as Cory continued to slurp and suck his cock under the dock.

"You, uh....a life guard or something? You're not even breathing hard," he said to the swimmer.

"No, I'm on the swim team at college. This is the best place to swim laps."

"Yeah, I...I like it better than...better than the ocean," Brandon said.

"Hey, dude, are you okay? You need help getting back up on the dock?"

"No, I...I'm okay."

"You looked like you were cramping up."

"No, I'm okay. I...I'm getting a blow job," he blurted out.

"What?"

"I'm getting a blow job," he said as he brought the swimsuits up and laid them on the dock.

The swimmer looked at the two suits.

Brandon was getting close. He couldn't keep his breathing regular and he grimaced as he felt it cumming. "Oh, Godd! Fuck!" he moaned softly as he began shooting in Cory's mouth.

"You're not shittin' me!" the swimmer exclaimed.

"No...not...shittin' nobody...Ohhh...Ohhhhhhh!"

"Fuck! I don't believe this!"

Brandon rode it out, fighting for air as Cory sucked him dry. "Take off your suit and get in the water, he'll probably do you too," he told the swimmer.

Just then Cory came out from under the dock.

"Holy Shit! You cum like a stallion!" he blurted as he broke the surface. "Where the fuck did all that come from?"

Brandon was nodding, trying to draw Cory's attention to the swimmer.

"Oh." Cory said when he saw the other guy.

"Hey," the swimmer said with a wave.

"Hey. Sorry, didn't know we had company," Cory said.

"That's okay, I didn't mean to interrupt."

"On, you didn't interrupt," Brandon assured him.

Then they all broke out laughing.

"Fuck, dude, you fed me and the fish. How long have you been saving that?" Cory asked Brandon.

"I don't save it. That's just how much there is. Sorry, I should've warned you."

"That's okay. I lost some of it, that's all. I wasn't prepared for a load like that. Damn, you taste good, dude."

"Glad you liked it. I did too. That's the first time I got sucked underwater." He nodded to the swimmer. "I think he was just about ready to get in the water when you came up."

Cory looked at the swimmer, his eyes falling to the pouch of his suit. Then he looked at Brandon. "Hey, do you like to fuck? I'd like to try that up my ass."

"Hell, yeah, I'd fuck your brains out. Not here though," Brandon said.

"We can use one of the cabanas."

"You mean fuck right there on the beach?"

"Yeah. We would have to be quiet, is all," Cory said. "Or, hell, right here on the dock."

"Uhh...that's a little too gutsy for me," Brandon said, laughing.

"Then I'll find a place," Cory said. "So, next time, you'll fuck me?"

"Hell, yeah."

Cory looked back at the swimmer. "See you down under," he said, and dove back under the dock.

"Damn, I never had any action like this out here before," the swimmer said as he was peeling off his swim suit.

"He's good," Brandon said as he shoved himself up onto the dock.

"Holy Fuck!" the swimmer exclaimed when he saw Brandon's cock. "Damn, he must be good to take that."

"He took it," Brandon said as he pulled his suit up.

The swimmer slipped off the dock.

"Have fun," Brandon said, and dove off.

Back at the beach, Brandon walked up to Roger at his perch.

"Did you meet Cory?" Roger asked with a knowing grin.

Brandon scowled, smiling. "Yeah, I met him."

"He do you?"

"Yeah," he replied, still smiling. "You know about him?"

"Everybody knows about Cory," Roger said. "He's a regular cum bucket."

"How come I never met up with him before?" Brandon asked.

"Guess you just got lucky today," Roger said. "We had him at a party one time, with all the life guards, and he sucked non-stop. He must've left with a gallon of cum in his belly and another gallon in his ass."

"You're making a real strong case for me becoming a lifeguard. I met a couple of little shits on the dock, twelve and thirteen, one of them came right out and asked if he could blow me."

Roger laughed. "Yeah, that'd be Randy and Mitch. They need to put those two boys on a short leash. They've propositioned every life guard at some time or other."

"Cory's doing another guy right now, as we speak," Brandon said.

"That's sounds like Cory. He would've done those two kids if you hadn't come on the scene.

"Next time you guys have a party, call me," Brandon said.

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