Lockdown Triggered Memories – The Lifeguard In 1968, I was spending my last few weeks on holiday with relatives in South Wales. I’d hiked over the mountain (anything larger than a mole hill in South Wales is referred to as a mountain) to the next town’s indoor swimming pool to get some boredom-relieving exercise. At the pool, I used one of the changing room cubicles to change into swimming trunks, walked to the poolside and jumped in, an action that immediately drew the ire of the lifeguard on duty. He shouted that jumping into the pool’s shallow end was not permitted and if I wanted to jump into the water I should do so at the deep end where he was standing. I doggie-paddled to the pool’s deep end, pulled myself out of the water and jumped back in. The lifeguard asked if the doggie-paddle was the best I could accomplish and started to coach me on better swimming technique. After a while, the lifeguard commented that he was now off duty and the other guard watching a swimming class at the pool’s shallow end would take over his duties. He then said he’s change and join me in the pool. He returned, dived into the pool and swam over to join me. We both hung with our elbows on the poolside and our legs hanging down into the water. As we talked, His thigh brushed against mine, first gently then with more authority and force, encouraged by my lack of protest. I was not sure exactly what was happening, but I was enjoying the feelings the contact created and I pushed back against his thigh with mine. I felt myself getting hard, a feeling I knew well from my several-times daily wanking sessions. The lifeguard’s hand casually stroked my hardened cock through my swimming trunks and, again generating no protest from me, snaked into the waistband of my trunks and gripped my cock. He began to slowly wank and squeeze my cock along its length, all the while keeping an eye on the other lifeguard. “Go into the changing rooms, last cubicle, don’t latch the door” he instructed. Wordlessly, I pulled myself out of the pool and did as instructed. Less than 30 seconds after entering the cubicle, he pushed open the door and, on entering, pushed me back to sit on the bench. He pulled my trunks off in one swift movement and took my still-hard cock in his hand. After wanking me for a few moments, he dropped to his knees and began licking up and down my cock’s shaft, swirling his tongue around the cock head, and tugging at the base gently with his teeth. This was a wholly new experience for me. I’d had a few frustrating slap-and-tickle sessions with girls and my one experience with penetrative sex didn’t work out well at all… but this! He looked me in the eyes, reached up with one hand to tweak my nipple, cupped my now-aching balls in his other hand, and took the whole of my cock into his mouth and throat. Involuntarily, I started to buck, fucking his mouth as he massaged my balls. Suddenly, I exploded, cumming harder than I ever had in my life, firing gouts of cum down his throat. He slowly pulled back off my cock, the helmet exiting his pursed lips with a “Pop”. He stood, said, “I work 10-3 tomorrow” and left me shaking on the cubicle’s bench. The following day, I arrived at the pool mid-afternoon. Prior to changing I stood in the bleachers where he could see me. He nodded to the changing room doors and I went down to the last cubicle. I’d barely entered when he followed me, unbuckling my jeans and pulling them and my underwear down, before pushing me back onto the bench. Again, he started to wank and fondle my balls, before taking me deep into his mouth and massaging my cockhead by using his throat’s swallowing action. It didn’t take long before I flooded his mouth with cum. He stood and said, “I’ll see you in the pool”. For the next hour or so I swam, and when I knew he was watching, I’d flip onto my back so he could see me rubbing my rapidly recovering cock. Leaving the pool, I went to the cubicle, where again within thirty seconds or so, he followed. He played with my cock, tweaked my nipples and again took me deep into his mouth. This time he took out his own cock, longer and thicker than mine, and wanked himself as he sucked on me. He stopped sucking me momentarily and dribbled spit onto his forefinger. Returning to sucking me, and wanking himself with one hand, he slowly inserted the slick forefinger of his other hand into my arse. The arse play made me cum harder than even before, which triggered his own orgasm and covering my shin with hot, sticky jiszm. He took my hand and pushed my fingers into his cum covering my shin, then brought my fingers to his mouth, licking them clean, a process he repeated several times, before he raised my leg to his mouth and licked off the last remaining drops. We had several more such sessions. I learned to be more aggressive, holding his head and fucking his mouth rather than being passively sucked. I never sucked, nor even touched his cock, and he didn’t try to fuck my arse. He never suggested we meet beyond the pool. I never knew his name.