I was a smooth 16 year old boy in the 70's and I was totally infatuatued by the lifeguard at the campground. He was 18, wore a red speedo, had hairy manly legs and a perfect happy trail on his stomach. He was tone, tan and friendly with me. Well I hung out at the pool every day as we would chat endlessly and I could not get enough of him.

We started dating "secretely" and I never told anyone. When the pool would close we would go and make out in the engine room. One thing lead to another and we started exchanging blow jobs. It was an amazing rush.

Once on his day off, he picked me up with his parent's car and we drove around and smoked cigarettes. He was fun and cool. That day we stopped and parked in a field and got naked and jumped in the backseat. He had stolen the vaseline hand lotion from his parents and he lubed my ass and fingered me until I was loose and then he bent me over and fucked me. He was a god and I was in love.

He returned his parent's car but kept the hand lotion and we had sex in the engine room of the pool for the rest of the summer. Someone had left a blow-up mattress at the pool and he brought it in the room and the lovemaking became more intense and I would love lying on my back with my legs in the air watching him fuck me. I was a virgin boy when I met him and I was addicted to his body and his cock.

I was never attracted to any other guys until I met him. There was a sexual tension between us that was pallatable and he was so nice and attentive. September came and the campgroung closed for the season and I never heard or saw him again.

Today I am happily married and I have three kids.