Gay stories are always the same? I may doubt this! Yes, there are many stories with hot bartenders or masseurs. But my story takes place on a beach. Without a bartender, without a masseur, but with a really hot lifeguard!
Lifeguards are always very popular especially with the ladies. In Miami this is just like in any other country. I spent my vacation in Miami and of course did not miss Miami Beach. The beach was indeed teeming with women, as they are known from television.
Made bust, taut brown skin, great bikinis. However, something like that does not appeal to me, because I am gay. Unfortunately, women have nothing erotic for me. Men, on the other hand, all the more so. What lies on the beach in Miami, however, could rather be described as shriveled whales. Most of the men there are anything but handsome. Apart from the one or other lifeguard, of course.
Now here is certainly expected one of many gay stories in which the homosexual almost drowns and is saved at the last second by the muscular, strapping lifeguard. Sorry, I have to disappoint you. I am a very good swimmer. I have a very defined body and know how to use my muscles. So I'm not likely to drown. Apart from the fact that I could have drowned in the eyes of Mike.
Sexy for women, but only available for men
Mike was the absolute favorite of women on the beach in Miami. He was almost six feet tall. Every one of his muscles seemed permanently tense. His swim shorts weren't loose enough to hide what any woman, or guy for that matter, would call a handsome manhood. His lips were full and seemed very soft.
I wanted so badly to feel them on my cock! His eyes were at least as blue as the sea and his brown hair went down to his shoulders in waves. I watched day after day as the women pretended to swoon or even drown.
Mike knew that almost every one of the women was faking to feel his body in some way.
Mike put one woman after another back on their feet and fished each one out of the water screaming for it. But he barely acknowledged their sexy bodies with a glance. He never engaged in flirting, nor did he return unnecessary touches.
I approached Mike on my sixth day at the beach. I casually asked how he could possibly get away with it day after day, letting the ladies hit on him. What made it so easy not to seduce the ladies? The answer came unexpectedly honest, because he told me directly that he was gay.
He was never interested in women and that would not change. That's why he was the only lifeguard on the beach in Miami who was absolutely sure of his job. Because all the other lifeguards sooner or later fell for the seductions of the witches. Sex with bathers was, of course, grounds for dismissal. Mike didn't even come close to being targeted.
Sex under the beach bridge
Since Mike could do whatever he wanted on the beach, we took advantage of the opportunity for us. He pleased me, I pleased him. Few words, many actions. That was what we both wanted now. Mike had finished work before sunset. He locked up his observation tower and disappeared with me under the beach bridge.
The beach was still full of visitors, but the bridge provided great shade, into which we both literally disappeared. In the shade it was cool and damp, hardly anyone came here. The risk of being seen made the adventure for me but twice as horny. Before Mike was allowed to drop his pants, I absolutely had to test the softness of his lips.
I stroked my glans over his lips and he opened his mouth slightly. His lips were so soft, so warm, so deliciously full! I had to restrain myself very much not to push into his mouth with full force.
To avoid cumming directly, I withdrew my already trembling penis from him and pulled down his swim shorts. What I saw there made me pause for a moment. What was that? A chastity belt? Could he get horny with that thing? I asked, but Mike just told me to find out for myself.
Something heavy and silver clutched his testicles. With a firm grip, the iron ring seemed to squeeze. Somehow the sight made me horny. I found out that it was a testicle ring he was wearing. Crazy guy I thought! But the sex was already great. Every now and then I felt the cold steel as we just did it with each other.
I get to know new things
The next day I went to the beach again. I lay down in the sun with my bath towel, closed my eyes and relaxed a bit. Suddenly, someone covered the sun and plunged me into a cool shadow. It was Mike. He put a steel ring on my belly and said that the ball stretcher was for beginners . I should just test it out and let him know how I liked it. He himself was already wearing the stainless steel Ballstretcher with 50 mm height and 900 g!!!
I retreated to the bathroom with the thing and put it on. A tightness, a force, but it was nice. A wonderful feeling. I left the ball stretcher on until Mike got off work and we could enjoy the special steel toy together.
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