Jeff is the hottest lifeguard at the local pool, yet his slim, tan body goes unnoticed far too often as dozens of old women slowly swim by throughout the day. Finally, at the end of the quiet Sunday when the pool is empty, Jeff decides to take a swim. He slides off his small shorts that say "LIFEGUARD" on the back and reveals tight black briefs, which hug his smooth cock. As he eases himself into the pool, the water surrounds his dick and balls, giving him a tingling thrill.
The long, ripped, tattooed torso of James Riley startles Jeff, who sees the stud from across the lane. The pool is nearly empty and about the close, so the lifeguard is surprised to find such a hot guy swimming in the exact same lane. As J.R. swims past Jeff, he "accidentally" slides his hand across the wet back of the lifeguard, pressing against the tight, wet suit covering his ass. "Pool's closed," the lifeguard shouts as he lifts his slender body out of the water, his hard-on pressing against his briefs. As Jeff towels off, J.R. finishes his last lap of backstroke, his boner bulging through his trunks, penetrating the surface of the blue water.
"Hey, I need a towel," J.R. says innocently, as he grabs the towel that's wrapped tightly around the lifeguard's waist. "And a blowjob."
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Stumbling into the bathroom with their hands down each other's bathing suits, the boys go straight to business. Jeff worships J.R.'s ferocious and unstoppable cock. "I want to feel it throb in the back of my throat!" the lifeguard tells him as he pushes him down on the toilet. J.R. wraps his strong hands around Jeff's rubber bathing cap and thrusts the lifeguard's head down further on his meat.
Jeff's tight ass, covered in the wet suit, becomes the center of J.R.'s focus: he wants to lick the suit, then the ass, and then he's ready to pound it all. With the lifeguard lying supine against his towel, J.R. wraps the boy's legs over his head and starts hammering his hole. Jeff's tight ass feels phenomenal against J.R.'s hungry prick, which swells thicker and redder with each thrust.
When Jeff is ready to burst, he shoots it all over his buddy's wet suit. And when it comes to J.R.'s load, there's only one place to shoot it...and it's a good thing Jeff's got goggles! —Gear Action