Eric was in town for business. He hated having to take trips for business, but always made sure to book a room at an upscale hotel with fitness facilities, a hot tub, sauna and a pool.

It was late when he arrived and got settled in his room. Figuring that he had just enough time to swim a few quick laps before the pool closed, and maybe take a short soak in a hot tub, he stripped off his street clothes and slipped into a black lycra speedo with a colorful print pattern on the front, one of his favorites. It was maybe a size or two smaller than it should be, but he liked the tight fit and the way he looked in it. It accented his butt and although the front was compressing his package it was still clearly evident that he was packing some meat. Eric didn’t bother putting a shirt on. He just hung a towel over his shoulder, slipped on a pair of flip-flops and headed for the elevator. The only others in the elevator were a guy in his twenties and an older woman. The older woman took a look at Eric and just kind of scowled. The guy who was clearly checking Eric out from head-to-toe, simply said “nice speedo”. It was a short walk from the elevator, across the lobby to the pool.

When Eric entered the pool area, he was on the side of the pool opposite the lifeguard, who was walking the length of the pool deck. Eric stopped dead in his tracks and his gaze was transfixed on the lifeguard, who was an Adonis. He was tanned, had blonde hair, a muscular, well defined chest, eight-pack abs and legs, that like the rest of his body, were muscular and perfectly proportioned. The guard was wearing a very skimpy red nylon speedo with a white cross on the front. Eric was surprised (pleasantly so) that the hotel would let him wear something so skimpy. It was very clearly evident that there was quite a bulge to the speedo in spite of how tight it fit, and also that the guard had no tan line and no hint of pubes. He obviously shaved down there and tanned while naked. The guy would be perfect on the cover of GQ or any men’s fitness magazine. When he (the lifeguard) turned, Eric could see that he also had a perfect, tight, muscular, bubble butt. Eric immediately started to bone up. The lifeguard noticed the growing bulge on Eric, smiled, and gave him a little nod. That only made matters worse for Eric, as he got even harder.

There were only a couple others in or around the pool, but Eric was still a little uncomfortable clearly showing a bulging, growing, hard anatomy, and figured he had better jump into the pool and hope his hardness would subside. After a few quick laps, Eric stopped at the side of the pool, still as hard as before, and was surprised to see the hunky lifeguard standing over him. Eric just smiled a nervous smile. The guard said “Nice speedo. The pool will be closing in 10 minutes, but you should stay and maybe I can check out your ... stroke, and maybe offer a few lessons.” Eric was a little nervous, but he agreed to stay after the pool closed. Ten minutes later the lifeguard announced that the pool was closed. After the few stragglers left, the lights were turned off and the doors locked. Eric was at the far end of the pool standing on the deck, Mr. Hunky Lifeguard jumped in the pool and swam over to Eric. The guy was an outstanding swimmer gliding thru the water effortlessly, barely disturbing the water. Eric was transfixed on the guy’s strong shoulders and perfect ass which were showing above the water’s surface as he swam. When the guard emerged from the water, the wet nylon speedo clung to his body like a second skin highlighting everything it was covering, front and rear. Because the guard’s body was now wet, every part of it glistened, making it look even more appealing, muscular and defined ... if that was even possible. While Eric and the lifeguard were making small talk, each was transfixed on the other’s body. They must have liked what they saw, because each was clearly very well endowed, HARD, and showing it. Through the conversation, Eric learned that the lifeguard’s name was Greg. Not surprisingly, he was a model who supplemented his income by stripping and lifeguarding. His smile and banging body were perfect for all three jobs.

Eric was now full on hard and had no choice but to try to adjust himself. He untied the drawstring and tried to nonchalantly reach inside. The lifeguard gently grabbed his hand and said “Let me help you with that. Here is stroke lesson number one.” He started gently stroking Eric’s speedo clad cock, which was horizontal, pointing left, and straining to stay in place. It was already full on hard, but somehow seemed to grow even more. Eric was very well endowed and it was obvious that Greg took notice of it. For lesson number two, Greg pulled Eric’s speedo off letting it drop to his ankles. He grabbed his cock which was now vertical and steel rod hard. Greg kept stroking Eric’s cock bring him just to the brink of exploding, then easing off then stroking again, and continued the pattern until Eric could fight it no longer and exploded shooting stream after stream of hot man juice all over the pool deck and Greg who rubbed a finger across it, put it his mouth and said “Tasty”. Greg looked at Eric, gave him a little smirk and said “Now it’s your turn to show me what you learned”. Eric didn’t have to think twice about it. He didn’t bother untying Greg’s speedo, and almost tore it off. Eric bent over and yanked it down to Greg’s ankles. While Eric was down low pulling Greg’s speedo to his ankles, he looked up. Eric was in awe of Greg’s massive member, and couldn’t decide whether to suck Greg’s amazingly perfect cock or to demonstrate the lessons he learned. He decided sucking would have to wait until later. With his speedo off, and his cock no longer confined, Greg was longer and thicker than Eric imagined. Eric apparently didn’t learn his lessons very well, because he forgot about the gentle rubbing and massaging in lesson number one, and grabbed Greg’s cock and started jerking him off fast, LONG and HARD. Although Greg displayed amazing stamina, he succumbed to Eric’s very talented hands and shot stream after stream all over the pool deck. They both had to clean up so they jumped into the pool to wash off and ended up jerking each other off again. With the water acting as a lubricant, this session was longer and more intense. After exiting the pool, while both were naked on the pool deck still admiring each other’s bodies, they took a break to clean the pool deck so Greg wouldn’t have to explain anything to his boss in the morning. Both were clearly still scoping each other while mopping the deck. How could they not. When they were finished, Eric invited Greg to his room to continue their ‘budding friendship’ and to continue with other forms of play. Eric and Greg swapped speedos, and headed for Eric’s room. While each had a towel draped over one shoulder, they were still wet, wearing just speedos, highlighting their well muscled bodies as they strutted across the lobby, gathering a few well deserved stares from hotel guests. They got into the elevator and gave each other a little crotch grab. Just enough to bone each other up again.