Hi, I'm Jaden.
I've been a lifeguard every summer for the past six years. As a sophomore in college, it's definitely helped me with some of the expenses. I'm not sure why I do it, though. I guess it's rewarding to save people, but... it's not easy. Here's how yesterday's shift went.
I had just applied sunscreen on my body. I'm blonde with blue eyes, so the sun is extra cruel to me if I don't apply sunscreen a few times a day. Otherwise, I get burned to a crisp, and the job is hard enough sometimes without a sunburn. Anyway... I'm at my lifeguard station -- it's one of those old fashioned wooden ones with boards acting as ladder rungs at an incline for easy climbing, about 8 feet tall, easy to jump off of -- when I see this older lady drowning. I guess idk how old "older" is. "Old" to me, okay?
I jumped off the lifeguard station with my red floatation device and sprint toward the water. She's unconcious when I get to her, and I muscle her onto the beach. Sigh... listen, I like saving people, but sometimes... I gotta do the "kiss of life".
So I start giving her mouth to mouth, and she doesn't respond after two attempts. On the third attempt, it worked, but she panicked.
She came to with a 20 year old with his mouth on hers, and she assumed the worst. I'm guessing she had a brutel self-defense instructor because she immediately, like, split second, struck her back hand into my nutsack while I had my lips on her. Same split second, I swear, she grabbed my balls.
Now this part was not my fault. When her hand smacked my nuts, my body tried to fold forward involuntarily, which just pushed my mouth onto hers harder. I tried to react by pushing my hands down -- sorta like a pushup -- but... where my right hand ended up was her breasts. So this is when the squeeze really took hold. My balls aren't very big, but they still hang pretty low in the heat. I also cut the mesh out of my trunks for extra freedom. My right nut escaped her grasp, but she bore down on my left nut like it was a little stress ball.
Others are watching this standoff -- me trying to free myself as she dug her thumbnail, which long and sharp, into my left testicle. This went on for about 15 seconds before she truly came to and caught up water. Scout's honor I had never seen this happen before. She didn't let go of my nut, though, which she twisted and pulled with her as she rolled away from me, pulling me onto her. I had not know I could be dragged by a nut, but oh, she taught me otherwise. I don't know why I got hard from that. Eventually, she let go, apologized for attempting to vasectomize me, and thanked me for saving her.
I was still trying to hide my erection in my shorts as I stumbled back to my lifeguard station, when this young guy, maybe 18, who had been glancing at me all morning. approached me. He told me I was really cute. Asked me if I wanted anything from the snack bar. Honestly, I get this kind of interaction a lot. It's great anywhere else, but it gets old when I'm trying to work. I declined, and the guy returned to his towel, stealing glances at me.
I started climbing the tower, and my wet foot slipped, causing my legs to fall down on each side of the rung. I'm maybe 160 lbs, and all 160 lbs of me collapsed onto my balls on that rung. This happens at least once a day. I keep asking my supervisor, a woman in her 30s who just laughs when I ask and tell her I keep landing on my nuts, to add a grip to the rungs, but after six years, I know it's not gonna happen.
As always, I curse and slowly lift my family jewels off of the rung and climb into my chair. The sun has warmed the seat, and it's scalding my ass. And all I can really do is try to massage my left nut for relief and keep applying sun screen. It was swollen to twice the size of my right nut, and I swear there was an indent from that woman's nail on the side of it.
It's getting close to my lunch break, which is also the hottest time of the day, when a young woman runs up to me shouting, saying a guy was drowing. I maintain I was watching the water closely, but there he was, the guy from earlier, floating face down in the shallow water.
I blew my whistle and jumped off the station like normal, though the jumped made my sore nut ache, and sprint to him. I managed to pull him out without a fight, and place him on the sand. This is pretty routine, really. He's not breathing. I sigh, knowing that if he was concious, he'd really enjoy this, but I took a deep breath and gave him the kiss of life.
But this was odd. He almost seemed to laugh when I did it, but when I pulled back to see if he was waking up, there was no sign of life. Odd. I went in again and blew air into his mouth, and his tongue flicked mine. I pulled back, revolted and surprised. But... he didn't move.
Someone shouted for me to hurry and save him. Well, I knew he was faking, but I didn't want anyone thinking I just neglected a swimmer in need. So I lied, stating just loudly enough for nearby watchers to hear, that I had an idea. I went in again, but my right hand went to his groin and squeezed. I don't know if I managed to squeeze a nut. Truthfully, I couldn't know. Because he panicked.
Call me blind, but I hadn't realize his right up was out and between my legs. I swear he did the sharpest knuckle punch straight up directly into the bottom of my ballsack. I folded forward again, and this time he definitely, intentionally slammed his fist up into my balls, which slammed them into my pubic bone.
Well, he pushed me off and sat up, looked around, then looked at me. He must have been embarrassed because he shouted at me a thanks and a sorry -- how I hate needing both of those -- and ran to get his towel and left the beach in a hurry.
I on the other hand, dropped my head onto the scalding sand to brace myself because my balls were throbbing. Someone helped me up and wiped sand off of me, though I think that was an excuse to rub their hands on my abs and my ass. I didn't see who it was, though, because my vision was blurry from the nut pain.
Once again, I stumbled to my lifeguard station. For some reason, I was hard again. Maybe I hadn't jerked off in awhile. Oh well. As I climbed the tower, I once again slipped and nutted my self, except I had an unfotunate surprise. The pressure cause my cock to release all the pent up pressure I had, or so I assume. God that hurt, and the release didn't even feel good, I couldn't pull myself up and elected to just fall to the size and onto the sand at the base of the station.
Someone, the young woman, I think, came over to help me up, but then she saw the cum station on my shorts. She called me a pervert, and I had just enough time to see her swing her foot back and slam forward into my testicles. Again I was down in the hot sand, curled up. I may or may not have been crying.
My supervisor came over in a couple minutes and berated for apparently sleeping on the job and told me to go on my lunch break. She said we'd talk after about my punishment because, and I quote, "live were at stake".
Trust me, you don't want to get on her bad side. She can be a real ballbuster when she's mad. Heh. I made her mad a lot.