“He’s here, Jean,” she called.Jean McCall, the college girl who headed the female lifeguards, splashed up and smiled at Tommy. “You ready for ... real test?” she asked.The water came up to her waist but in the faint light Tommy could see that her firm body was bare, her hard nipples glistening. He tossed his bathing suit up into the chairs and pulled the girl to him, capturing her mouth with his. “Test?” he said.“We know what you been doing this summer. Joanie even made a count. You did 117 young. I didn’t get any immediate message, so I finished off the bottle of scotch and just made my bed before I dropped down in a drunken stupor. The morning was terrible, my head hurting and my vision blurred. Once more I cursed my situation, and after a large black coffee, staggered off to work. The day passed interminably, and I really got little done. Then back to my flat, where I drank almost a half-litre of sparkling water straight down, and started to feel better. A quick phone call to my. Now I felt activity there again, something was being slipped over my cock. It was not tight, in fact it barely touched me as I felt it descending the length of my shaft. Something soft was now pressing against my groin around the base of my cock. My balls were being stuffed inside something soft and flexible. I seemed to be inside a tube of some kind, barely touching the hard walls of the tube. I felt a strap being drawn around my hips and two others between my legs and they were fastened. As I went to piss, I saw that the bathroom light was on, but no one was in. Due to the fact that there was only two people in the house at the time, I knew that it was my friend who had left the light on. This being one of my pet peeves, I went into the room that my friend was in to tell him so.This is where it all starts. Hearing some soft moaning, I opened the door slowly and leaned in. There, illuminated by the streetlights outside of the window, was my friend, stark naked, masturbating. I.