Kent adjusted the baggy red lifeguard trunks hanging around his slim hips as he sat back down into the folding chair on the deck of his beach-front station. He sighed knowing that it was going to be a long day. Already today, he had to warn at least ten swimmers about a dangerous rip-tide just off-shore, caused by another Pacific storm out at sea. Oh well, thought Kent to himself, at least it's not too warm today and I can work on my tan and enjoy the scenery. The "scenery" that Kent liked was all the hot babes in their skimpy bikinis, and watching the gnarly surfer-dudes challenging the ocean waves.

Standing 6 feet tall and weighing 175 pounds, the blond-haired blue-eyed jock was an avid surfer himself. But since he had taken the job as a lifeguard this summer, he did not have as much time to enjoy the sport as he would like. Kent gazed-out over the beach and rubbed his smooth hairless torso, running his hands down his hard ripped six-pack abdominals. Suddenly, he saw one of the surfers suffer a hard wipe-out, and several of his buddies started waving frantically.

Kent jumped-up and slung the rescue float strap over his broad shoulders, as he raced into the pounding waves. He reached the distressed surfer in under a minute, and he started pulling the dude's unconscious body toward the beach. Once on the shore, Kent planted his lips over the young guy's mouth and started emergency resuscitation. After a minute or two, the poor kid started to cough, and Kent rolled him onto his side as he spat-out the sea water that he had swallowed. Kent lowered the zipper on the back of the guy's wet-suit and pulled the rubber body-glove forward and down over his chest. Kent ordered the gasping teenager to lay back on the sand and relax, as his surfer buds stood around them and broke into cheers.

"Wow dude...that was something else...you're the greatest, man...you saved Kevin's life." gushed one of the other surfers as the crowd began to depart the scene. Kent sat there panting, trying to recover his own breath, as the other young surfer-boy took his hand and shook it. Kent smiled at the athletic young kid and told him,"Just doing my job, dude...it was good that you were there to signal me...he's lucky to have such great bud's watching out for him." The young stud knelt-down and told Kent,"My name's Jeff...this cute lug-head is my brother Kevin...I don't know what I'd do if...thanks again, man...you are such a muscular macho beach-hunk...I wish there was a way to show our gratitude properly."

Kevin sat-up as his brother hugged him in his arms, and he told Kent,"That goes double for me, dude...you're my handsome muscle-bound angel...you are so strong and athletic...one minute I was feeling the board hitting my head...the next you were leaning over me breathing life back into me." Kent blushed from the compliment and felt uneasy as the young surf-rat looked deep into his eyes with a look of lust. Kent was further shocked when he looked down and noticed that the cute kid's wet-suit had slid lower on his groin, revealing the tip of a totally erect cock between his legs. Kent stood and explained that he had to get back to his station. As he turned to leave, he caught Jeff kissing his brother quickly on the lips as his hand slid under the boy's wet-suit.

Kent sagged-back into his chair as his mind fought to resist the strange images floating around in his head. As a straight butch jock, he was upset to feel his thick 8-inch uncut rod getting hard inside his trunks thinking about the two young surfing brothers. Why did they have to make those faggy comments about his body? Why did the cute butch-looking young surfer have a hard-on? Why was Kent thinking about the idea of the two brothers being sexually involved with each other? I must be turning into some sort of sick pervert, thought Kent, as he drove the lurid images from his mind.

Finally, in the early afternoon, Kent's best buddy Pete arrived to relieve him. He told his pal about the rescue, and Pete whistled in approval as he tussled Kent's buzz-cut blond hair. "That's my super-jock buddy...best lifeguard on the beach." gushed Pete as he stripped-off his muscle shirt and removed his tear-away sweat pants. For some strange reason, Kent caught himself staring at his best friend's ample speedo-covered bulge in front of his eyes. For the first time, Kent wondered why his buddy preferred wearing those tight red speedo suits rather than the trunks that he wore. As his eyes wandered down the trail of dark-brown hairs covering Pete's firm rippled groin, the confused blond hunk noticed how the shaft of his huge rod was outlined perfectly by the clinging nylon fabric. Pete grabbed some binoculars and stood in front of Kent scanning the beach. Kent licked his lips unconsciously when he noted how the tight nylon was wedged-up into the deep crack between Pete's massive rounded butt cheeks.

Kent moaned softly to himself when he realized that he had sprung a roaring-hard boner looking at his best friend's muscular body. "Oh God...I'm totally losing control...my best buddy...and I'm thinking about...Oh please no...not that way." thought the shocked beach-boy as his cock dripped pre-cum into his trunks. Pete turned around at that point, and noticing the glazed look in his bud's eyes, asked if he was alright. Kent mumbled that he was just fine, as he quickly stood and began packing his gym bag to leave. Pete moved behind him and started massaging his broad shoulders with his strong hands, as he told him,"Go get a hot shower and relax, dude...you've had quite a day...playing the ocean-side hero...you're the man."

The stunned blond lifeguard hurried back to the base station and headed down to the locker room. He threw his things into his locker, and headed into the deserted shower room naked and directed a steamy hot spray of water over his smooth torso. As he soaped his low-hanging balls, his long cock-shaft began to pulse to life. Images of the two young brothers rubbing their nude bodies together popped into his head. He imagined their two hard teenaged dicks fighting for space between their firm rippled abs. Suddenly, the lurid dream changed and it was now he and Pete grinding against each other. At the thought of Pete forcing his tongue deep into Kent's panting mouth, the horny blond jock fell to his knees and he grabbed his throbbing rod in his fist. Within seconds, his muscular abdomen was covered with a thick load of milky white spunk. The poor spent lifeguard whimpered in frustration as the steamy shower spray washed his muscle-seed down the drain.

After pulling himself together and getting dressed, Kent headed upstairs to report into the office. Kent's boss came over and slapped him on the back, telling him,"I hear you had a solid rescue today...good work, dude...and that young surfer you saved...he's a state senator's son...that should help our budget approval next year...Oh by the way, the kid wanted me to give you this." Kent took an envelope from his boss as the man returned to his office. Kent sat down and read a formal thank-you note from the two brothers, which included their home address and phone numbers. They also wanted him to be their guest some night for dinner so that their father could meet him. Kent smiled and shoved the note into his pocket as he left for home.

The following day, he and Pete were assigned to work one of the larger lifeguard towers together on a busy beach. For some reason, Kent decided to wear his speedo-style lifeguard suit today instead of his trunks. He saw the look of surprise on Pete's face when he noticed them, and Kent could swear that his buddy's crotch bulge appeared to grow larger. For the first time in his life, Kent found himself counting how many other dudes on the beach chose to wear tight speedo suits. It also amazed him that most of the studs wearing them were buff-looking hunks. Before today, Kent had always thought only wimpy faggot-boys wore them (excluding his buddy Pete, of course.)

After their shift was over, Kent and Pete headed back to the base and started changing in the locker room. As Kent pulled off his speedo, he decided he needed to take a leak and he walked out naked into the separate rest room. When he returned, he couldn't figure-out where his pal Pete had gone. Kent did not hear the showers running and Pete's locker was still wide-open. Still stark naked, Kent passed the door to a utility room and he could swear he heard moaning. The blond lifeguard opened the door and his jaw dropped.

Kneeling on the damp floor was his best friend Pete, with Kent's sweaty wet speedo stuffed into his mouth. His butch pal was rubbing his huge throbbing cock still trapped inside his own stretched nylon suit. When their eyes met, Pete groaned and Kent could see wet spunk filling the bulging mound and oozing out through the shear shiny fabric. Kent was overcome with a sudden lust as he walked over to his humiliated buddy and slapped him hard across the face. "You fucking horny muscle-fag...what a miserable jock-loving wimp you are...you couldn't even ask for what you wanted...give me back my speedo...you cocksucking punk." growled Kent as he yanked his suit from Pete's mouth.

Kent stood back and pulled the saliva-soaked speedo back up over his own pulsing hard boner. Grabbing his buddy's head by the hair, he jammed the moaning jock's face into his nylon-covered crotch bulge. "Fucking yes dude...make me suck on your big throbbing jock-rod...I need my pussy-boy mouth filled with hard stud meat...I am such a cock-hungry queer whore." panted the light-brown haired muscle-boy as he wrapped his lips around the stiff shaft in front of him. Kent growled in lust as he watched his handsome butch-stud friend chewing on his slick speedo-covered love-muscle. The humpy blond beach-boy reached down to spank his sucking pal's gorgeous tight bubble-buns hard with his hands. As Pete moaned with pleasure and stuck his ass up in response to the abuse, Kent's cock exploded into his tight suit. Pete's tongue went wild as he sucked the creamy sperm right out through the thin fabric.

Kent fell to his knees panting and Pete nuzzled his head into his buddy's muscular neck. After a minute, Kent raised his cute friend's head and he looked deep into his eyes saying,"You hot little bitch...how long have you been hiding this...I never thought you grooved on guys...you're such a macho hung stud." Pete whimpered as he stared into his best bud's deep-blue eyes, and he begged,"Please Kent...I've been hung-up on you since high school...I've dreamt about this almost every day...I want you to take charge of my body...I want to be your pussy-boy bitch." Kent growled as he grabbed Pete's head in his hands and rammed his tongue into the handsome jock's open mouth.

The two muscular lifeguards showered together, then began getting dressed in total silence. Pete hung his head down in shame, not wanting to look directly into Kent's eyes. He was afraid of how his long-time best friend would react to his humiliating sexual confessions. Kent suddenly slapped him hard across the face and forced his head back by the hair. Looking him straight in the eye, Kent growled,"Come on bitch...time to take my butch pussy-boy home." Pete's thick boner stayed rock-hard as he followed Kent's car back to the stud's house in his red pickup truck.

As soon as they got inside the front door, Kent shoved Pete from behind, knocking him to the floor. The aroused blond stud sat down on his pal's beefy butt and he brutally ripped the T-shirt from his muscular back. Using the torn shreds of cotton cloth, he quickly gagged the stunned young jock as he snarled into his ear,"Relax faggot...time to claim my bitch's tight pussy-boy cherry...you're all mine now...I know you want to feel my hard rod pound into your tight pink fuck-hole...don't you boy?" Pete could only moan in lust as he felt his loose-fitting jeans and cotton briefs being yanked down his legs. He could hear Kent fumbling with his own jeans as he felt several loads of spit drop into his tight butt crack.

A few moments later, Pete felt a pulsing hard rod being forced into his virgin ass. His sobbing screams were muffled by the gag as he struggled to relax his clenched anal muscles. The poor muscular queer had wanted this to happen for so long - his handsome butch buddy was fucking his tight wimpy butt hard and fast. Kent moaned as his erect tool finally hit bottom, and he started slapping his whimpering bud's beefy butt cheeks hard with his hand. "Oh you fucking tight-assed hunk...your muscular butt hole feels so good wrapped around my stud-rod...better than any pussy I've ever fucked...I'm going to love having you as my bitch-boy." panted Kent as he pounded the slippery hole beneath him roughly.

As his ball-sack slapped against his struggling pal's sweaty butt, he could feel the cum getting ready to fire up into his throbbing cock. The dominant blond surfer quickly pulled his boner from his friend's tight hole, and he fisted long streams of jock-sperm all over the muscular fag's back and round bubble-butt. After a moment to recover, Kent reached down and removed the gag from Pete's head. Pausing to first scoop a handful of his spunk from the hunk's back, Kent flipped his panting bud's body over, and he rubbed the cum all over Pete's cute face.

Pete looked-up into his gorgeous friend's blue eyes as he began to frantically pound his own thick beach-boy dick. "Oh please baby...let me lick your thick masculine fuck-rod clean...make me taste my own anal juices...I'm just a cocksucking muscle-slut...stuff my faggot face with your...Uummpp" begged the horny bottom-boy as his lurid requests were cut-off by Kent's cock. The macho blond surfer began to twist his horny boy's erect male nipples between his fingers, and soon Pete's taut rippled torso was raised into the air as bolts of creamy cum shot from his throbbing cock. Some of the spunk landed on his muscular pecs and chest, with a few bolts hitting Kent's sweaty groin and dripping down the thick rod buried in Pete's mouth.

Kent ordered Pete to give-up his apartment and move into his house. While at home, the submissive bottom-boy was only allowed to wear skimpy briefs or a speedo, unless they had company. Pete was more than happy to be under Kent's total control. It was what he had wanted all along. He also knew that Kent loved him whenever they crawled into bed at night, when his lover's muscular arms would wrap around his tanned torso. Nobody at the lifeguard station knew anything about their dominant relationship. They just assumed the two macho hunks had become closer friends. In a queer sort of way, they really had.

About a week later, Kent's boss discussed the invitation from the surfing brothers with him, and he urged Kent to accept for political reasons. With Kent's emerging latent homosexuality, he had already decided that he wanted to check-out the situation with the two surfer-boys. He did some research and found that Kevin was 19-years-old, and his cute brother Jeff was 20. Both Kent and Pete were in their early 20's, so if a mutual attraction arose between them, there would be no problems getting along. Kent's erect dick in his pants told him that he was already attracted to their smooth young muscular bodies.

Kent phoned the boys' home, and he wound-up making arrangements with the older brother Jeff. The young surfer was thrilled that Kent had finally called, and seemed even more excited when Kent asked if he could bring Pete along with him. Jeff expanded upon the invitation, suggesting that since their home was far outside the city, that they plan to stay overnight at the guest house on the estate. Jeff also urged them to bring their swim suits so they could have a pool party after dinner. As Kent hung-up the phone, he rubbed his throbbing boner thinking about the two young brothers in tight speedo's.

The two butch lifeguards drove up the coast on a Friday afternoon and arrived at the surfers' huge estate in a couple of hours. Both jocks whistled as they drove up a long driveway to the main house and were greeted outside by the two brothers. Kent glanced over at his lover Pete, and chuckled as he saw his mouth drooling over the two hot-looking young hunks. They were both dressed in loose-fitting jeans and neat white polo shirts that showed-off their buff muscular torsos. As Kent made the introductions, he could see both of the young brothers hungrily scanning Pete's hunky muscular frame.

They all went inside the house and relaxed having a few drinks, with the boys asking a steady stream of questions about lifeguard duties, surfing, and other beach-related subjects. Jeff explained that their father, the senator, would be home later right before dinner. In the meantime, the brothers walked the two lifeguards out to the guest house so that they could get unpacked and relax. The guest house was a comfortable affair, set-up as almost one big room, with low dividing walls separating the areas. It had two bedroom areas, each with a king-sized bed.

The two brothers seemed excited when both Kent and Pete started unpacking together in one bedroom. They hung around the doorway watching, as the two lifeguards began changing out of their sweaty clothing from the long drive. Kent deliberately paused when he got down to his low-rise cotton briefs, and asked the young boys a few questions about the dinner plans. He was amused to see their eyes glued to the bulge at his crotch, and he even made a show of adjusting his thick cock a few times before turning to finish dressing.

At dinner, the senator gushed with praise for the two lifeguards, and he thanked Kent for saving his youngest son's life. It turned out that Kevin and Jeff were his only children, and they were the joy of his life. The two brothers blushed a bit at their father's statements, and the older man laughed at their reaction. "They're both good boys and have never given me any problems...but there are times that I would like to rap them upside the head." stated the father as he smiled at his young sons.

Following the dinner, the two lifeguards returned to the guest house to change into their tight speedo's. Pete turned to Kent while naked, and kissed him hungrily on the mouth as he ground his groin into his lover. "God, Kent...do you see the way those two look at each other...and the way they look at us...they've just got to be butch fags." panted the buff lifeguard as his cock leaked pre-cum onto Kent's abs. "Easy now boy...let's not get ahead of ourselves here...we have to let those two cute cock-hungry pups make the first move...understand, you horny slut?" growled the butch blond surfer as he forced his tongue into his lover's mouth.

The aroused lifeguards had to quickly scramble to pull-on their suits, when they heard the two brothers enter the guest house. As if it wasn't tough enough to stuff their engorged boners into their suits, both lifeguards almost shot their loads when they saw the two brothers. Each of them was wearing skimpy high-cut bikini-style speedo's that could barely hold their ample young endowments. Their thin but muscular torsos both showed hard rippled six-pack abs and toned pectorals. When they turned around, Pete almost gasped when he saw their firm rounded teenaged surfer-boy buns.

The four hunks ran out to the pool and dove into the warm water and began swimming. Kent and Pete horsed-around a bit in the water pretending to try to drown the other. The two brothers lounged in the water by the side of the pool watching the two muscular jocks behaving like kids. Soon the two lifeguards started racing each other up and down the length of the pool, until Pete finally gave-up and declared his blond buddy the winner. "God man...no wonder you two make good lifeguards...we got tired just watching you both swim like fish...I wish I could build that much endurance." gushed Jeff as the brothers pulled themselves from the water.

Kent and Pete crawled out of the pool and collapsed onto a couple of lounge chairs. The two brothers sat together on another chaise, with Jeff sitting behind his brother as he wrapped his arms around Kevin's waist. Kent lay back in his chair relaxing with his eyes closed, and soon his stud-rod began to harden and grow inside his speedo. As the head of his rock-hard boner forced its way out above the edge of his suit, a drop of pre-cum fell onto his damp groin. Kent heard a low moan, and when he opened his eyes, he saw that Jeff's hand was shoved into the front of his brother's skimpy suit. Soon Kevin's young cock became too large to be contained, and his erect shaft stood up openly from his crotch.

"Oh jeez, Jeff...look at that huge fuck-tool...what a gorgeous hunk of stud-meat...Kent has got to be the most awesome stud I've ever seen...I wish I had my queer mouth wrapped around that rod...my handsome hero's butch stud-cock." whimpered the horny young surfer as his brother jacked him off with his fist. Kent stood up and walked over to the panting boy, and grabbed his bleached-blond hair to force the kid's head back. "About fucking time kid...let's all go inside so we can get down to business...we all know we want to fuck each other's brains out...you two hot little pups are just too much." growled Kent as he dragged Kevin to his feet and toward the guest house. Pete followed them as he grabbed Jeff into his arms and pushed him forward.

When they all arrived in the bedroom, Kent pushed Kevin to his knees and jammed his cute young face into his crotch. "Oh yea, you hot little faggot...going to pound that pretty-boy face with my hard jock-cock...I knew you were begging for it...you cocksucking butch surfer-boy." growled the blond lifeguard as the boy whimpered and opened his mouth to swallow the monster rod in his face. Kent pulled the moaning beach-boy's skimpy suit down below his ass, and he started spanking the gorgeous round teen melons with his open hand.

On the other side of the room, Pete fell to his knees and looked-up at the older brother Jeff. "Please baby-stud...fuck my queer muscle-jock mouth with your thick surfer-boy cock...pound my faggot face like a warm pussy...I am such a cock-hungry muscle-bitch." begged the buff bottom-boy as his mouth drooled. Jeff growled and slapped the submissive hunk hard across the face, telling him,"You hunky pathetic muscle-queer...you're a bigger cock-bitch than my cute faggot brother...he likes it hard and rough too...you cocksucking beach-rat." Jeff grabbed Pete's short brown hair and drove his throbbing young tool deep into the gurgling lifeguard's open mouth.

Kent could feel the sperm boiling inside his low-hanging gonads, so he yanked his engorged tool from Kevin's sweet mouth. Grabbing the young kid's sun-bleached hair, he fisted his throbbing boner over the fag's cute face, saying,"Get ready surfer-punk...going to drown your wimpy face with my thick cum...listen to my pussy-boy bitch partner getting worked-over by your butch brother...you both love serving a real stud." Bolts of thick creamy white spunk shot all over the young queer surfer's moaning face, causing the horny teen to blow his huge load onto Kent's muscular thighs.

Jeff humped his erect dick into the groaning muscle-boy's sucking mouth as he listened to the sounds of lust coming from across the room. "Oh God, you hot slut...listen to your handsome butch lover working over my sweet brother's homo body...you love being a young stud's fucking sex-toy...you cock-loving jock whore." growled the aroused beach-boy as he nearly choked the sucking stud with his stiff cock. Suddenly, he began filling the whimpering jock's mouth with a steady flow of surfer-sperm. Pete tried to pull away, but Jeff held his head roughly in place and forced the humiliated cocksucker to swallow his entire load.

After forcing Kevin to lick all of his own beach-boy load from his beefy thighs, Kent walked over to the butch brother standing over his gasping lover. Planting his lips over the handsome surfer's mouth, he kissed the athletic boy deeply and forced his tongue into his mouth. Breaking the lust-filled kiss, the aroused blond jock told him,"Shit stud...you are such a hunky young muscle-boy...I want to see you fuck your horny younger brother's tight bubble-butt...while I plant my pole into my wimpy pussy-boy's hungry hole." The two dominant hunks kissed quickly once more, then turned and dragged their submissive lovers over toward the bed.

They each ordered their respective bottom-boys to prepare their erect rods with condoms, then the two butch hunks shoved the boys down onto their stomachs on the bed, with them laying side-by-side. As the butch tops passed each other the bottle of lube, they reached down and greased-up the tight pink fuck-holes in front of each of them. Kent smiled when the two moaning bottoms turned their heads toward each other and began kissing. Jeff smiled as well, then he turned his head and kissed Kent on the lips roughly.

Both butch jocks drove their throbbing boners into the whimpering boys at the same moment. Each boy screamed in lust as their tight young holes were filled with pulsing man-meat. Jeff ran his strong hands up and down the sides of his kid brother's muscled torso, telling him,"Yea, my hot baby hunk...go ahead and scream...just like the first time I fucked your sweet pussy...you begged me to stuff your queer ass." The butch beach-boy grabbed his brother's tangled blond hair and yanked the young boy's head backward. "Oh damn it, big brother...ream my tight surfer-boy butt with your hard rod...make me show what a cock-hungry slut-boy I really am...taking my own brother's manly tool up my faggot ass...right in front of these muscle-bound jocks." begged a whimpering Kevin, as his brother growled and slapped his round bubble-butt hard.

Kent leaned his muscular chest down over his gasping lover's firm toned athletic back, and snarled into his ear,"You wimpy muscle-jock...screaming like a two-bit whore...be grateful for the lube up your crack...remember when I took your pussy-boy cherry." The dominant blond lifeguard dug his fingers into the sobbing bottom's massive round swimmer's buns and squeezed them roughly. "Oh please baby...fuck your miserable jock boy's wimpy butt hard and deep...show these surfer-punks what a horny bitch faggot I am...let them see what a hunky stud-fucker you are." gasped Pete as his butch blond lover drove his cock deep into his body.

After at least 15 minutes of all-out fucking, all four of the moaning jock's bodies were dripping with sweat. Kent pulled-out first and tore off the rubber from his throbbing tool, and covered Pete's muscular back and massive butt cheeks with long bolts of spunk. Seeing this, Jeff moaned and did the same, drowning his kid brother's young bubble-butt with a flood of steamy sperm. Kent wrapped his arms around Jeff, and the two muscular fuck-studs fell to the floor in a tight embrace.

The two fucked bottom-boys rose and knelt facing each other, as they began pounding their erect boners with their fists. The horny boys looked directly into each other's eyes, and started exchanging lurid verbal sexual abuse with each other. "You fucking cute surfer-boy faggot...you horny pussy-boy bitch lifeguard...how long have you been letting your brother rape your teen ass...how long have you been humiliating yourself for your hunky blond partner...Oh shit, you are one hot looking young butch queer beach-boy...Oh damn, I can't believe a muscular butch jock lifeguard like you begs for such hard abuse...you slut-boy whore...you wimpy muscle-bound queer." Suddenly both bottom-boys whimpered and they began shooting their loads of sperm onto each other's taut rippled groins and pulsing erect pricks.

Finally, only low moans could be heard as the two naked couples began kissing each other deeply. The two boys on the bed ground their cum-slicked groins together as they slapped each other's fucked bubble-butt cheeks. The two aroused dominant hunks rolled around on the floor with their huge dripping muscle-cocks grinding together between them. Suddenly, they each shot another creamy load of stud-spunk onto the other's sweaty rippled abdominals. The two horny boys up on the bed peeked over the side, and they taunted,"What a couple of horny muscle-jocks...shooting their wimpy loads all over each other...Hey Pete, I think my brother is a closet bottom-boy...Shit Kevin, I bet you're going to pay for that remark."