Harper chuckled, then did just that.“There was this guy who swam laps every morning at the community pool this past summer.Older guy, not too older, like graduated college a few years ago older.Good body, bad form, but good body.Wore Speedos, came early, when I was just getting the lifeguard stand set up.He had the pool mostly to himself, and I’d watch him, but not too closely.Summer was just getting started, the days were heating up and I was still a virgin, and I really didn’t want to come to Piedmont with my V-card intact, you know?”
Banks perked up slightly.“Wasa virgin?”
Harper teased.“We’ll get to that eventually.Anyway, I guess my desperation was showing.Or his was.Anyway, he started coming to the pool earlier and earlier each morning.No more old ladies hogging up the lanes with their arm floaties and water aerobics, no more old duffers slapping around in their swim caps, just me, just him...”
Harper paused for breath, to gather his wits, the story’s retelling overpowering him with its raw emotion.“What did you wear?”Banks asked, apropos of nothing.
“What?”
“For lifeguard duty?What did you wear to work every morning?Your uniform, I mean?”
“Why does it matter?”
“I’m just trying to cook up a little visual here,” Banks teased, nudging Harper’s foot the way he liked to.“Like, were you both in Speedos?Little bulges bulging as you stared at each other all morning long?”
Harper scoffed openly.“No, I wore red baggies and a white tank top.Seriously?”
Banks gave Harper a good once over, then back again, until he nodded and gave a little flourish with those sexy fingers of his.“Proceed.”
“Anyway, he introduced himself one day.While I was setting up.Said his name was Gary.”
“Gary?”
Harper snorted in agreement.“I thought it was a fake name, too, but what was I gonna do?I’d never been cruised before, this was all new to me, I was gonna risk popping my cherry because some random hot dude picked the first old man name he saw in the phone book?Anyway, Gary said he was having trouble with his locker that morning and ...could I help?”
Banks looked impressed.“Dang, you reallywerebeing cruised.”He snorted almost jealously.“I mean, I don’t even really know what being cruised means, but that sounds like some definite cruising right there, Harp.”
“Right?I was nervous, excited, followed him into the Men’s locker room and over to his locker.It was a little sticky, sure, but nothing a little elbow grease couldn’t fix.When I got it open, a bunch of dirty magazines fell out.”
“Come on now!”Banks all but slapped his knee.
Harper snickered, the situation so comical now in retrospect, but at the time?The most important moment ever.“I know, I know, but I wasn’t expecting it, I mean, who evenreadsmagazines anymore?Especially sexy gay guy ones?I rushed to help him pick them up, and we did one of those meet-cute things where our hands touched as I was giving them back to him.He pretended to be embarrassed, but I could tell he was watching me to see how I reacted.For some reason, I made a joke and said that this issue ofBlue Ballswas my favorite.It was stupid.I was the only one who laughed.At my own joke.In an empty locker room.At 6:00 in the morning.He thought I was being serious, like I would even know how to go about getting a copy ofBlue Ballsmagazine, right?”
Banks seemed curious.Overly curious.“Is there really a magazine calledBlue Balls?”
Harper rolled his eyes.“The fuck would I know, Banks?Jesus.You think I had the presence of mind to read the magazine titles?I just shoved them back, feeling dirty about the whole thing.But he agreed!We stood up and he was agreeing and five seconds later I-I ...leaned in for a kiss.He had his back to the lockers and backed up, just because, and made a big noise.Locker doors and swinging locks and that banging they both make, you know?Anyway, I got startled.You know how lockers sound, it was like a gunshot going off.I asked if it was okay?The kiss?That I was kissing him?At 6:00 in the morning?He smiled and nodded and said ‘Sure, go for it.’I kissed him again.Slower this time.Trying my hardest to work up some romance, or even some excitement.”
Banks had leaned even further forward in his bench seat.“And?”He did the whole hand rolling hands, “proceed” business again.
Harper shrugged.“Nothing.He was like a cold fish, just standing there with his thin, cold lips.Dry.Stale.Basic.I thought I’d see fireworks, all I saw was his eyes squeezed shut.I kind of stood there, waiting for it to end, not knowing what to do and his Speedos pressed up against my hand.”
“Come on, Harp.You’re making this shit up!”
“I couldn’t!I wouldn’t!I kind of turned my palm out, to hold it.He was hard.Like, really hard, popping out of his Speedos hard.It all happened so fast, the kiss, the bad kiss, and then suddenly his package in my hand.His bathing suit kind of slid down, and his cock slid right in.to my hand.He was rubbing it against me, rubbing me, grunting, panting, licking my cheek and then ...then...”
“Don’t tell me, Harp.He came?”
“Blasted.Everywhere!All over my hand, the lockers, it was like the guy had never come before.Ever.Not even with himself.I don’t know where he even stored all that cum in his body, there was so.Fucking.Much of it!”
“Gross, dude.”
“Actually, that part was kind of sexy.To know that I’d made him do that, my hand, my kiss, that he’d literally lost control of his bodily functions due to little old me?I ...that part was hot at least.”
Banks was pure chuckling, shaking his head in disbelief.“Okay, I can get that part.But my question is, what happened next?”
“Next?There was no next.He apologized, profusely, yanked up his Speedos and promptly hit the road.”
“Waddya mean, hit the road?”
