"Dudes, I got a great idea! Let's go punk that wiseacre life guard, he always goes off shift about now and spends like an hour in the showers!"
"Oh, yeah, we steal his gear, and the only way he can follow is to streak or put this baby on!"
"I got my camera phone ready! Let's do it!"
Jeff silently screamed no as the gang of miscreant youths headed into the mens locker room. A deep bass voice could be heard singing in the shower.
It took a few minutes but the weasly looking one called Stan opened the lifeguard's combo lock. They grabbed his black leather bag, and stuffed everything in it. Then they hung Jeff up inside and closed the locker. Jeff hung in the stinky locker for about 10 minutes before he heard the singing getting closer, and heard the lock rattle.
"Hey, I left this locked!" The locker swung open, "What the f-!"
A chorus of laughter and weasel boy runs by grabbing the life guard's towel.
"Hey, come back here with my stuff!" He holds Jeff in one hand and stands there naked furiously shaking his fist as his bag and towel vanish with the boys out of the locker room. The life guard looked down at the girl's one piece in his hand. Shrugged, and stepped into Jeff.
Jeff hadn't minded tasting his girlfriend's pussy, but now a full grown man's giant tackle was shoved inside him!