June Bugs

Fred squirmed uncomfortably beside the big black man. They were perched high up on a white lifeguard chair scanning the water. It wasn't that Fred disliked blacks, it was just that the man was so big he took up most of the chair forcing Fred to sit on his left ass cheek. Plus, he was jealous.

Booker was huge. Not only was he built like a Mr. Universe contestant, but he didn't seem to work at keeping his physique. The man ate greasy burgers, hotdogs, fries or pizza daily for lunch and Fred had never seen him workout except at the lifeguard tryouts. Fred jogged, exercised, and ate right to maintain his nice physique, still the black man dwarfed him. The black lifeguards were also getting a lot of attention from the ladies too, each one already fucking several and the season had just started.

What really sent shivers of jealousy up Fred's spine was that the black man had a big cock. He glanced down at the black man's crotch, even now there was this huge, obscene bulge taunting him with its superiority and Fred had always been proud of his six inch dick. It had never failed him and was thicker then most men. It wasn't just Booker either, every single black lifeguard had a huge dick.

They had appeared out of nowhere during spring training. Nine, giant muscular black men all over six feet tall. There had never been a black lifeguard in Stony Harbor and the coach/head lifeguard didn't seem in a hurry to start hiring them anytime soon. However, the black men completely humiliated the other applicants. They out ran, did more sit-ups, and more push-ups then the others, barely breaking a sweat while Fred was huffing and puffing. He had no idea how they moved their muscular bulks so swiftly. The only area the whites held their own was swimming, but three of the blacks were the top three swimmers. Only one black failed to get on the and that was from poor swimming. That left eight black men, 10 white men, and 2 white women who became certified lifeguards for the summer of 2001.

Many of the failed applicants were returning veterans from previous years and friends of Fred's, but he agreed with the coach, they were in the business of saving lives and if these men could reach a drowning man quicker, they deserved the jobs, even if they were arrogant jerks with big penises and took up three-quarters of the lifeguard chairs.

But really it was the cock thing that bothered him. They were all hung like horses. Fred had seen them in the showers. The first he thought might be a freak, a lucky freak, but then the second came in, big black banana cock hanging between his legs, then Devon the islander with his horse cock, and then Booker. They picked out tight red swim trunks which hugged their huge cocks showing them off to the world. They strutted around the locker room naked, completely immodest. Worse, their dicks seemed to harden if the wind changed direction. They were always plump, swinging like black salamis around equally large coconut balls or they were half erect sticking straight out like a black foot long hotdog, and often they were fully erect, none were smaller then ten inches and the biggest was well over a foot. It was enough to make you sick.

"Will you look the fuck at that?" Booker said, looking behind him over his shoulder.

"The June bugs are here," said Fred, looking lustily at the hordes of teens pouring off the boardwalk. Bikini clad bodies streamed to claim their space on the near empty beach.

"June bugs?"

"Every year during senior week, these teens show up at the beach in droves, playing their loud music, partying all night, the locals hate them, but it only lasts around two weeks. Of course, then the summer tourists start showing up and it gets worse."

"Get any pussy off them?"

"Sure, I nail a few each year. You gotta watch out for the jailbait though. Some are only seventeen and a few are even younger." The male lifeguards were all womanizers except for a few with steady girlfriends and even they often wavered. Women threw themselves at the lifeguards. It was almost too easy. Even now several of the June bugs were approaching the lifeguard stand.

Booker had never seen so much young, bare, firm, flesh in his life. He was starting to like this job.

"Excuse me, what's that bird?" called one teen girl with jet black hair, green eyes, and what had to be big, firm, natural Es.

"That's a seagull," said Fred.

"Oh!"

"Is this a shark fin?" asked another girl, holding up a brown shell.

"I'll take this one," said Booker. "That's a horseshoe crab shell."

"Get used to it," whispered Fred. "You get these dumb question all year, not just from the kids.

There were four girls in this particular bunch. One redhead with a nice body, DDs and pretty freckles, a brunette with pale skin, very attractive, but almost too skinny with Cs that look even bigger on her slender frame, a blonde with large buxom DDs clearly destined to be fat, but for now with a firm young body stretching her bikini almost to the breaking point, and another brunette. The last girl was the only one not wearing a bikini, though her body was built for one with a good pair of Ds on her, too. She had her hair up in a pony tail and stayed behind the other girls. She was the shy one. While the others sunbathed, Fred chatted up the blonde though her eyes kept moving from his nice chest to Booker's huge, ripped, black one.