Jeff straightened up and turned around. 'That's enough ass sucking.' He took Barbara by the ears and held onto her head and jammed his cock all the way down her throat. Then he began bucking his hips back and forth. 'I'm coming, Barbie, take it. Swallow my load.' He pumped his sperm down the lifeguard's throat still holding onto her ears.
Barbara sucked with a frenzy swallowing every drop that gushed forth. Finally, Jeff said, 'Hey, Barbie, that's enough. There ain't anymore.'
Reluctantly Barbara pulled her head off the teenager's cock. Jeff bent over and stepped into his swim trunks. He patted the lifeguard on the ass. 'You give the best head around, Barbie. Now I think I'm going to take a swim.
He raced around the edge of the bar and ran onto the diving board. He jumped up and down several times and executed a perfect jack knife into the water.
Barbara looked after him longingly and slowly returned to her lifeguard perch. She was bored with her job. There weren't that many young people around, not like Jeff anyway. She watched the young man swimming in the water and wished that he would feel something more than just lust for her.
Catch and Lila stiffened when they heard the door to the bathhouse bang shut.
'Christ,' Lila muttered. 'Somebody's come in.'
Catch eased over to the door and peeked out the small window. He saw the young man drying himself. 'Just be quiet,' he whispered. 'The kid'll be gone in a minute.'
Jeff got dressed and hurriedly left, anxious to get a few more rounds of golf in before lunch time. As soon as he had gone, Catch and Lila left the shower stall.
'I'll put on my trunks and take a look out and see if it's clear,' said Catch. He peeked out the door and saw no one in sight. A large partition hid the entrance to both the mens' and the women's bathhouse from the lifeguard's view.
Lila blew him a kiss. 'I'll see you later, Catch. I've got to go get dressed and meet my parents for lunch.'
She hurried into the women's bathhouse.
Catch got dressed and went back to his office to continue working on his reports. Miss Tyne looked up eagerly as he entered.
'Did you have a nice swim, Mr. Callahan?'
'Very refreshing. It was just what I needed.'
CHAPTER TWO
Catch worked feverishly the rest of the morning. He had Miss Tyne bring his lunch-a Chef's salad and a glass of tomato juice-on a tray and continued working the rest of the afternoon. He was having difficulty changing the Bayou Country Club. The corporation had told him that it had to be done with a limited amount of funds-under one hundred thousand dollars. His main goal was to make the country club appeal to the swinging singles from the Houston-Galveston area who had money to spend and wanted a fun place to go. At present, Bayou Country Club was anything but appealing to people of that age group.
'It's a fucking shame,' he said aloud. 'The place is so goddam gorgeous.'
His plan of attack was to use publicity and promotion and promote activities that would appeal to the younger set-those young singles who took the pill, smoked grass and vacationed at Club Mediterranean spas.
Kenneth 'Catch' Callahan had been born in the coastal town of Port Natchez, not far from Galveston. His father and his father's father before him had been fishermen. They fished for shrimp as well as dragging seines for bait for deep sea fishermen. Catch was the youngest of eight children and was the favorite of his parents, Sean and Sara. Sara Callahan had unexpectedly become pregnant at the age of forty-two. When Catch was born all of the other Callahan children were well into their teens or had reached adulthood and had left home. Mrs. Callahan always referred to Catch as her 'big surprise' and Mr. Callahan gave Catch his nickname because it was the first word that the young child had uttered.
The talk around the Callahan household was always about the catch, and it was inevitable that it would make an impression on the young boy's ears. When he was barely old enough to toddle, he was sitting in his high chair waiting for his dinner when suddenly he opened his mouth and started saying the word over and over, much to the surprise of his delighted parents, and two older brothers, Tony and David.
Catch was so fascinated by his family's profession that he used to beg to be taken down to the shore where he could watch them at work. His mother was afraid that he might wander into the water and drown, so Mr. Callahan bought the young boy a harness and would tie him to a post on the beach where he could watch in safety.
Catch grew into a healthy boy who was a bit untalkative and rather secretive. The parents worried about their son and had him examined by both a doctor and a psychiatrist, but he was found to be physically healthy and the psychiatrist pronounced that he was mentally normal-just that he was probably going to be a loner.
When Catch was eighteen he was taller than most young boys of his age and physically stronger. For years he had indulged himself in a fantasy life. Generally he dreamt about becoming a pirate or a doctor, but that year his fantasies took on another dimension. He had discovered that girls could be interesting. He asked his older brother, Tony, who was twenty-four, what the sex thing was all about. Tony patiently described to his younger brother in graphic detail the sexual relationship between a man and a woman.
Catch was thoroughly fascinated, but his brother's words did nothing to assuage his curiosity.
'I still don't quite get it, Tony,' Catch would complain.
Tony threw back his head and laughed. 'I know you get it in your head, Catch. You're just not getting it in your cock and that's where it counts. Let me see what I can do about it for you.'
Tony was keeping steady company with a Chicano waitress of easy virtue named Rosalita Vargas.
One night when Tony and Rosalita had just finished fucking in the back seat of Ben's secondhand Ford, he turned to her and said, 'Rosie, I've got a problem.'
'What kind of problem?' asked Rosalita dully.
'It's my little brother.'
'Catch?' Her tone suddenly brightened. Rosalita had met Catch several times and was immensely attracted to the young boy.
'Yeah. You see he's getting along in years now and he's all hepped up to know about sex. I sat him down and told him everything I knew.'
'Which ain't much,' remarked Rosalita, half serious.
'Shut up. And he is anxious to try the real thing naturally.'
'Naturally,' breathed Rosalita. This was too much to hope!
'Anyhow, I was wondering if you'd do us both a favor.'
'Like what?' asked Rosalita, breathlessly.
'Well, I was wondering if you would sort of give Catch some lessons-you know what I mean.'
'You mean have sex with that kid,' she exclaimed in feigned shock.
Tony looked disappointed. 'I was afraid you wouldn't do it.'
'Oh, no, no. C'mon, Tony. Of course, I will. For you, I'll do anything. Only we'll have to keep it quiet. I think it's against the law or something to be sleeping with seventeen year olds.'
'He'll be eighteen next week.'
'Oh, well, that makes a difference.'
'I have an idea. My folks have planned a little birthday party at the house for him, but knowing them, they'll
