Bothering the Lifeguard
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A sharp, shrill whistle cut through the din of screams and laughter, demanding attention. "Stop running!" Jonah yelled, eyes narrowed behind the reflective aviators he wore.
The young, pudgy tiger looked back over his shoulder as he slowed to a walk, ducked his head in embarrassment, and turned away.
Jonah settled back in his tall, white, wooden chair and heaved a dramatic sigh. 'Kids,' he thought, shaking his head. It was a rather busy day at the water park, and he was on duty for several more hours.
The dalmatian was wearing the stereotypical lifeguard attire of a pair of red trunks, a white, muscle t-shirt with a red cross, reflective aviator shades, and a puka shell necklace. The shades were largely unnecessary with the gigantic, red umbrella shielding him from the sun, but Jonah enjoyed that they hid his eyes from him watching others at the pool.
There were three other guards on duty around the pool, and the kids and their families outnumbered the guards twenty to one. It was an easy job, though, and nobody ever needed rescuing. Just the occasional brat who took rough-housing too far and had to be yelled at to cut it out. They almost always listened at the risk of being pulled from their fun.
Jonah's radio crackled from where it lay on the arm of the chair. "Hey, I think I'm gonna take my break here soon," one of the other lifeguards, Michael, called out. The dalmatian picked it up, glancing across the pool and down towards the deep end where he could just barely make out the larger pitbull.
"Alright," Jessica, another guard, replied. She was on the same side of the pool, across from Michael.
"I'll start heading that way," Sarah, the lynx across from Jonah, said into the radio. The shallow end could be watched by just one guard for fifteen minutes, but the deep end needed two people, just in case.
Jonah didn't bother to say anything into the radio, and just stayed relatively motionless as he watched Sarah climb down from the guard chair and begin walking towards the far end. Jonah had started the day watching the deep end and taken his break before Jessica, so there was no need for him to move until he got to leave for home.
Even though he had no plans for the rest of his day, or even the rest of his summer vacation, he was still restless and ready to get home. The summer job was his parent's idea to keep him busy and get him ready for the real world after high school. It wasn't the worst thing in the world, and the extra money was nice, but some days would drag on for hours.
The radio crackled again. "Hey Jonah, your brother is here," Sarah's voice called out, a hint of amusement in his voice.
That certainly got the dog's attention and he sat up, fingering the button on the side of the radio while staring out along the water, scanning for a smaller spotted dog. "What? Really?"
"Yeah, he's down here in the deep end with some otter," she said.
"Oh, I see them!" Jessica's voice chimed in.
Jonah leaned as far forward as he could manage, almost knocking the rescue buoy off the platform. He peered down at the deep end of the pool where big pistons generated waves for everyone's pleasure. It took a minute of searching, but he saw the pair nearly against the wall where the waves came from. "Ah, I see him. That's his friend Justin."
"Whatcha wanna bet you're going to have to give him a ride home?" Sarah teased.
Jonah rolled his eyes and slumped back in his chair, ignoring the remark. Asher, his brother, would come up to the water park quite frequently when he was working, hang out for a few hours until Jonah got off work and tagalong back home. He didn't really mind, but it sometimes irked him that he had no warning.
The minutes dragged on slowly and Jonah could only stare blankly down at the horde of children playing and screaming. A lean, muscled alligator caught his eye and he followed the scaled guy with his eyes until he left for some of the other amusements. A wolf about his age was his next eye-candy, and soon enough he felt himself dragging the rescue buoy into his lap to conceal his erection.
It was one of the hazards of the job, not that the older dalmatian minded. He lightly ground his hips up against the hard, red plastic, pre dripping out against the fabric of his trunks. His mind wandered far from the subject of pool safety and he didn't even notice his brother pulling himself out of the pool right in front of his chair.
"Jonah!" the younger dog called, standing on the second rung of the stairs to poke his head up to see his brother.
The older dog jumped and nearly knocked the buoy from his lap. "Jesus! What are you doing? Get down from there," he growled, hunching forward and holding tightly to the buoy.
Asher stuck his tongue out and rested his head against the edge of the chair. "Aww come on. It's hard to talk to you otherwise," he said, bottom lip sticking out in a fake pout.
"What do you want?" Jonah grumbled, hoping to chase the young pup away as soon as he could.
"Nothing, just wanted to bother you. And I can see your boner from here." Asher had a wide grin on his muzzle as he made a show of leaning in to peer up between his brother's legs.
Jonah's face turned red and he looked around to make sure no one was in earshot of them. He and his brother had found all sorts of fun things to do together that it wasn't any secret between them at this point, but Asher loved to push his buttons in public. "Yeah, so?"
The spotted dog's tail wagged excitedly and he climbed up another rung. "So... I think you should let me into the lifeguard showers after work so I can help you with it."
Jonah's erection had softened a little with his brother's arrival, but it throbbed back to life at those words and he grit his teeth in frustration. "The last time was kind of risky. We nearly got caught."
Asher winked up at his brother and licked his lips. "I'm sure you can find something to put in my mouth to keep me quiet."
The older dalmatian's chest rumbled with a low growl as he thought about that. "Maybe... but go away. I've still got a few hours left and you're going to make it impossible for me to do anything if I've got a boner the whole time."
"Fine," the younger dog said, feigning exasperation. "I'm going to go swim or something, and I'll come back when you get off. And then come again, when you get off," he said, snickering childishly as he climbed back down the ladder and hopped into the pool.
Jonah watched his younger brother swim away across the water. His cock throbbed hard against the underside of the buoy and he ground against it, imagining for a moment that it was Asher's firm little butt. Work was going to drag on forever now.
Luckily for Jonah, a younger girl continued to run after he had whistled at her to stop. She slipped on the wet pavement and skinned her knee, and he spent a good half hour applying first aid and making sure she was okay. That took his mind off some of his more primal concerns, and made time go by quicker. He'd almost entirely forgotten about Asher by the time the end of his shift rolled around and the young dog bounded up to him.
"Are you ready?" Asher asked, his whip-like tail wagging excitedly behind him. He was mostly dry, and probably had spent the last half hour just lounging in the sun.
Jonah rubbed at his eyes beneath the shades and yawned. "Yeah, come on. And keep quiet until we get into the showers," he said, taking his buoy and smacking the younger dog against the butt with it.
The employees at the park had their own entrance, and it was a bit of a walk from the wave pool. They talked idly about their day as they walked, and complained about what they knew their mom was making for dinner; meatloaf.
Jonah took Asher into the guard shack when no one was looking and they snuck back towards all the showers. There was only one other occupied, and Asher hurried to the far back and slipped into the one of the stalls while Jonah put away his stuff into his locker.
Asher turned the water on hot, and when Jonah pulled back the curtain to step inside, the younger dog was already naked and stroking a paw along his swollen sheath. A hint of pink of peaking from the tip and Jonah's eyes watched with utter fascination.
The younger dog grinned at his brother's reaction, water pouring over his back as he put on a little show for his big brother. "Better close the curtain unless you want someone to watch us," he teased.
Jonah stepped forward into the stall, closing the curtain behind them and shivering in anticipation. His paws moved to the drawstring of his trunks, but Asher's paws pushed them away, tugging at the laces himself. He watched the young dog fall to his knees, muzzle pressing in against his bulge as he undid the trunks. "You really enjoy that, don't you," he whispered, just barely audible above the spray of water.
Asher glanced up from where his muzzle pressed in against his older brother's crotch. "Mhm... I like feeling you through the trunks," he admitted, a light blush creeping over his face as he started tugging the trunks down.
Jonah's sheath had plumped up and hung forward against his brother's snout as he was relieved of his swim trunks. Heavy, white-furred balls hung beneath his thick sheath and a spotted paw found them to give a light squeeze. The older dog gasped and put a paw on the back of Asher's head, grinding his hips forward. "Ooh, careful..."
"Sorry," Asher said, his voice muffled with his lips pressed against the side of Jonah's sheath. His tongued dragged over the soft, fine fur, teasing against the entrance as an inch of pink, doggy cock slipped free.
Lips parted over that tapered tip and pushed back the edge of the tight sheath as the slim muzzle descended. Asher might have been young, but he'd gotten plenty of experience in a short amount of time. Jonah's knees wobbled as his brother's muzzle enveloped his length, coaxing more out from the furry holder. He took both of his brother's ears in his paws and tugged downwards, urging more of his cock into the warm muzzle.
Asher took it in stride, tongue cupping the underside of the older dog's length as it began to thicken. He used one paw to roll around the heavy orbs beneath his chin, while his other paw tugged down Jonah's sheath. He could feel the tip of his brother's cock pressing at the back of his throat, and instead of bobbing up and down, just remained in place, tongue lapping around the slim length.
Jonah shifted around in the stall, cock buried to the hilt in his brother's muzzle as he leaned aback against one wall of the stall. The hot water sluiced down over the pair and he redirected it against the opposite wall so Asher could breathe. His chest rumbled in pleasure as his length began to twitch and swell in Asher's maw. The young dog stayed dog, slurping and sucking as it began to grow. All too quickly, the length had grown to where he nearly gagged as it pressed into the back of his throat.
Jonah took over from there, sliding his hips back before driving forward again. Just a light thrust to start things off, and Asher gagged and had to pull back. Practice could only do so much when trying to deep throat someone of Jonah's size. Asher pulled off and coughed a few times, trying to keep quiet as his paw stroked over the thick length.
"Man... sometimes I can do it, sometimes I can't," he whispered sheepishly, looking up at the older dog and nosing along the canine length. Between his own legs, his cock was rock hard and dripping into the water on the tile floor.
"Still feels good... I like watching you try," Jonah admitted, petting over his brother's ears with his left paw while the right gripped the base of his shaft and tapped the younger dog's muzzle.
Asher ran his nose up along the bottom of Jonah's pole, tongue following behind after. He flicked his tongue across the tip and then sunk his mouth down over a few inches, drawing a groan from its owner. Asher slid as far down as he could manage and began a slow, up and down rhythm.
Jonah closed his eyes and relaxed, letting his brother suck on his length for a few minutes. It always felt good, but he found it rather difficult to get off this way. Asher loved giving him head, though, so he let the young dog have his fun. After a few more minutes he lightly pushed back on Asher's forehead until his cock popped free of the slim, spotted muzzle. "Stand up," he said.
Asher wiped the pre and saliva from his muzzle and complied, his cock bouncing in front of him as he stood. He turned around without being asked, and rest his head against his forearms as he bent forward. The slender, black and white tail lifted up and out of the way as Jonah gripped the firm, spotted butt with both paws.
Jonah moved the shower head once more and stepped up behind his brother, angling his shaft down under the tail to nestle in against his tight entrance. He applied a gentle amount of pressure and heard Asher let out a soft breath, relaxing his body as the head of his cock slipped into that well-oiled ring. Asher had once insisted on having sex in public place when neither had lube, and had been in so much pain afterwards that he was always prepared when he thought they might get the chance.
Today was no different. Jonah could tell the young dog had spent some time getting ready before he'd gotten off work, and his thick length speared into his younger brother with little resistance. Asher let out a soft whine, barely heard over the din of the water. It was difficult to be completely prepared for the dalmatian's generous size, but he pushed backwards against his brother's hips to let him know that he could continue.
Jonah sunk in until his hips were flush with his brother's rear and his cock pulsed wantonly inside the younger dog's tunnel. He stayed still for a few seconds, enjoying the warmth, before pulling back and testing the waters with a short, firm thrust.
Asher gasped and his head rocked back, muzzle parted. He responded by squeezing himself down on the intruder and widened his stance. Jonah began a steady pace, pushing in until his hips smacked against the young dalmatian's. The base of his cock was beginning to swell, and it stretched his brother's passage just a bit wider with each thrust.
The sound of water covered the smacking noise of hips on butt as Jonah picked up speed, driving himself into his brother's hole with increased fervor. Asher let out soft whimpering noises as he was taken and his cock swung back and forth between his legs. Jonah's cock was hammering against his prostate in a delicious beat and it became increasingly difficult to keep both arms pressed up against the wall for support.
Jonah could feel the telltale signs of his orgasm beginning to approach as he humped his brother against the wall. His jaw was set in a fierce, noiseless snarl as he fought to keep himself from making too much noise. His knot had swollen too large to simply pop in and out of the younger dog's entrance, and it smacked against the stretched hole.
Asher's body suddenly tensed beneath him and the warm passage clamped down harder on his length. The young dog's head tipped back and he shuddered, toes curling against the floor. "A-ah, oh... w-wait," he hissed, trying to fight back his orgasm.
The larger dog didn't let up, and instead redoubled his efforts, thrusting harder into the small dog, wanting to push him over the edge. His knot battered the spasming ring, and then suddenly pushed right past, locking them together.
Asher's eyes went wide and his body jerked hard, cock suddenly flexing beneath him as a thick ribbon of cum splattered out against the blue tiles of the shower. Another long streak followed as his cock throbbed again, painting more of the tiles in warm, dalmatian seed.
Jonah hadn't intended on tying with his brother while they were in a mostly-public shower, but there was no turning back at this point. He grit his teeth and made short, shallow thrusts as his brother's passage milked his engorged knot. His own climax was ripped from his body as cum gushed out into Asher's warm tunnel. He stopped his thrusts as he came and just hunched over his younger brother, right paw finding the spasming length between his legs and squeezing down on the knot to further Asher's orgasm along.
The young dog twitched and thrashed around as he emptied his balls across the wall and floor, the hot water trying its best to wash it down the drain. His legs wobbled and almost gave out, but Jonah's arms held him tight, keeping him from going anywhere.
The older brother was panting heavily into his brother's neck. His length was still idly pulsing in time with his heart and he could feel the hot warmth of his seed starting to leak from around his turgid knot, soaking into the fine fur around his crotch. They were going to be stuck like this for a few minutes now.
Asher whined and sagged against the wall, tongue lolling out of his mouth. "Oh... damn... I wanted to keep going," he whispered tiredly, heart still beating rapidly against his chest.
Jonah hugged him tight and yawned, closing his eyes. "Mmm, it's not like we won't have plenty of chances to do this," he said, shaking his head with a light chuckle. "Maybe not here, though... it's too risky to tie with you at work," he said.
The younger dog grinned, wiggling his hips back against Jonah's. "It's so fun to do it here, though... just the thought of getting caught."
Jonah rolled his eyes and kissed the back of his brother's head. "I can't argue with that."