Edgings one

Edgings This Is a story about a gay couple who live in Rehoboth Beach and struggle with issues of fidelity.

JAKE
“You know you’re the sexiest thing on this beach.”
The compliment sent another charge to my cock where I sat on my Lifeguard tower seat. Lieutenant Michael Scott sat beside me. He always made a point of visiting each of his lifeguards on any given day. About five years older than me, approaching his mid-thirties, he was all muscle, tanned, with suns-streaked dark blond hair he wore clipped short on the sides with a thick mop on top. Handsome to a fault, with a square jaw, hazel eyes that twinkled an almost constant invitation, having him sit there with one brawny arm around my shoulders, his left thigh pressing my right thigh, had me going and he knew it.
He was six feet two, and I was just six feet, but it was clear if you examined our crotches, we are roughly equal in the cock department if we weren’t fully hard, that is. If we were, he would beat me. He had a fucking club in those trunks of his.
Michael had a fat eight plus in cock soft, and it expanded to nearly a foot long mega monster, but my daddy’s genes had blessed me with a monster as well. I was easily ten when hard and an almost eight inch one, soft. Soft it strained my Lifeguard speedos. Hard, well, I’d popped right out of my speedos more than once in public. Usually as I was running to save some idiot who got caught in an undertow or tangled in a life raft rope or some sea toy.
I didn’t mind. Being just shy of thirty, with several years as a Navy Seal under my belt, I had invested my military service monies carefully, relying on one of my closest buddies who was a very canny financial adviser, and I had plenty of money. But I was still young dumb and still full of cum, and I liked flaunting it.
The Lieutenant knew that I guess, because right off he had assigned me to the Lifeguard tower down at the end of the guarded beach area of Rehoboth, right smack dab in the middle of the traditionally gay men’s area. All around us were hot barely clad gay men, sunning in pairs, small groups or singles. I’d had to learn very early on to keep my eyes off of sexy distractions and on the water, watching for any trouble.
But today the Lieutenant was being less professional than I was, seemingly, or was he testing me? Hard to know sometimes. I was trying really hard to keep my eyes on the shallows, the breaking waves and the floating men swimming in the gentle surf. I didn’t dare turn toward him.
I got it that he was attracted to me. I’d had people telling me I was hot, handsome, gorgeous, and more all my life since around my sixteenth birthday. My face was very balanced, evenly proportioned, chiseled even, with deep dimples to either side of my smile. I had thick black hair, inherited from my grandfather, Soaring Hawk, a Navaho Indian. I had long lashes around almond shaped ice blue eyes. In addition, my job as a Lifeguard had given me an even bronzed tan, so my eyes tended to pop out even more.
Past lovers said I was “striking.” When added to my gym rat body from working mornings at the local gym, the outsized bulge of my crotch, I had to beat off men with a stick. Sometimes if I were really tempted, I’d let them beat off my stick, but having a beautiful young husband, I never went any further. I tried not to be conceited about it. But hey, no sense in being miserable about it either.
I’d known I was gay since puberty, and by this point I was no virgin. I felt the heat of stares all the time from guys, and frankly, I had learned to just eat it up.
On the other hand, this was a job, AND I was married to Dan Atwell, the man of my dreams, so I had no business getting hard just because the sexy Lieutenant, my boss was rubbing his thigh against mine and staring down at my swelling lap.
“Damn Jake. How does your man handle that big thing?” He teased and reaching over he casually brushed his fingers over my bulge, making my swelling pole pulse dance through the thin red nylon.
I was damn horny, but I had resisted Lieutenant Michael’s charms for weeks now and wasn’t going to give in so easily. I readily admit I was attracted to him and was enjoying the tease of this flirt, but I was glad he had just reminded me of Dan. The reminder added some much-needed steel to my spine.
“Lots and lots of lube and patience.” I teased back.
“I bet.” The Lieutenant breathed in my ear, and I felt his tongue lap my ear lobe. “Fuck. I’d love to have that up my ass.” My boss growled, playfully.
“Lieutenant, you're going to make my cock pop out. I always thought of you as a top.” I spoke. I was hard as a rock and had to rest my left forearm over my crotch to keep it from pushing up right out of the waist band.
“Yeah, usually I am, but I like to take a really hung guy once in a while. No one around here will mind at all, Jake. Let them see it, sexy.” He said, his low voice in my ear.
“Dammit, Michael, you're getting me going, and you know I won’t cheat on Dan.”
“No I don’t. I don’t know that. I can tell you want me.” He purred in my ear. And by the way, your shift is almost over. I am going to be at Stud’s beach club tonight. Sure, you can’t break away?”
The sun had been dropping and the buildings and boardwalk cast long shadows on the beach. I only had a few more minutes to my shift, and guys were getting up and packing up their beach and picnic items, umbrellas, coolers. One particularly handsome guy with long blond hair wearing nothing but a red thong, bent over, his ass giving us a show as he stowed stuff away in his bag. Turning back, my eyes were snagged by the sight of his substantial bulge in that thong. He was muscled, but not oo much, just really fit, with short hair on his deep cut chest, and a sexy happy trail down his abs, As if he felt my eyes on him, he looked up and met my gaze. He flashed me a smile, and then headed up the beach. My cock throbbed visibly from the brief contact added to my boss’s teasing. Damn but I was horny. I needed to get home to Dan.
“hot guy”, Lt. Michael breathed in my ear. He casually swung his arm over and lowered his hand slipping it under my forearm to my cock giving it a squeeze. Fuck there were still men here, though more and more of them were leaving. Anyone of them could see that, though I suspect if they did, they would just cheer us on.
Damn him, he moved his hand from around my back, down my back into the back of my speedos, to slide a finger into my crack.
I couldn’t help it. My pelvis rocked and I leaned forward a little which allowed him to slip that finger down my crack to tease my rose bud. FUCK! I should never have let him do that. I was an equal opportunist when it came to fucking. I loved to fuck, and I loved to be fucked, especially by a muscle hunk like Michael.
My husband Dan was muscular too, but with his martial arts training, some of it under me, care of my own Navy Seal teaching, a bit more refined and ripped about it then Michael. God what would Dan do if I told him I let my boss finger my ass?
“oh man I want in that fine ass.” Michael purred in my ear.
The last minutes of the shift counted down as he slowly began to finger fuck me right there on that tower just above several men on that public beach.
Eventually, with my hard on sticking up out of my speedos, holding my towel in front of me to hide it, I followed him back to headquarters, telling myself I needed to sign out.
Back at headquarters with other lifeguards signing out, the Lt. knew better then to press the issue, not with so many other lifeguards around. They all knew my Dan, my love and were protective of both of us, but Dean. one of the other lifeguards who had his locker next to mine, looked down and grinned. “Can’t wait to get home to Danny, eh?” He reached over and squeezed the head of my cock where it pushed up the shorts and I couldn’t help flex into that squeeze.
“Yeah, fucking horny.” I breathed and he chuckled.
“If I weren’t your best friend, I would ask to service that for you, stud.”
We just laughed and half hugged. Dean was another very fine-looking man, just a year younger than me. We’d known each other since high school, both of us on the swim team. I’d always been drawn to Dean. We’d both been part of some pretty hot circle jerks, and one memorable one where one of the teammates had the balls to reach over and jerk off his nearest buddy in the circle jerk. That had led to a lot of wandering hands, and Dean’s had had found its way to my cock. But that was as far as it went. When we came out, me before him, we always seemed to have a boyfriend and there never seemed to the right time to actually date each other.
However, my electric bike was waiting. I Changed out of the Lifeguard shorts, and the speedos too. My cock sprang up to full throbbing erection. Grabbing my towel, I headed to the showers, thinking I needed to run cold water and cool this thing off.
There were a more then few guys in there. They whistled and made woof sounds when I appeared to take a shower head. All I could do was shrug and grin sheepishly. But unless I was mistaken the guys were boning up around me, turning their backs to the others as various cocks plumped up and began growing.
The cold water helped.
Drying myself, I didn’t feel like pulling the somewhat sweaty speedos on, and the long shorts were too fresh to take home to wash. Finally, I decided to just put on white compression shorts, deck shoes. The compression shorts would at least hold my cock down should it swell up again. With the benefit that they displayed my big sausage down my right thigh nicely for anyone who cared to ogle it.
Unlocking the bike from the railing, I headed home.