I met Kyle in the locker room at the public pool. We had both lust graduated from high school, and were going to be working the summer as lifeguards. Kyle was perfect for the job, he looked like one of those southern California, surfer dudes—blond, lean, tan and beautiful. At first glance I made him a member of the “Elite Club”. (The elite club exists only in my mind you see. Its those images of magnificent men who rule my sexual
fantasies.) Kyle was so appealing he rocketed right to the top of my guys to do list.
     Every day as we changed into our swimming trunks we discreetly, but thoroughly, checked each other out. I loved his tan—line, but it was the small area that the sun never reached that really got me hot. Under his trunks his skin was the shade and texture of polished ivory. He was a
natural blond, too. The root of his big, floppy dick was nestled in the most beautiful flaxen bush I’d ever seen.
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