Date: Sun, 30 Sep 2001 09:53:35 -0400
From: Captain Chlorophyll <CapnChlorophyll@netscape.net>
Subject: "Baywatch Birthday" 1/4 (M/M/M, celeb, oral, anal, con)
WARNING: This is an erotic fiction story intended to be read by individuals
who have reached the age of majority (18 or 21 years in most places). If
you do not wish to read about love or homosexual acts between males,
proceed no farther.
DISCLAIMER: This short story in several parts is a fantasy of my own
creation. It is not meant to imply behavior nor sexual orientation of
David Charvet, David Chokachi, or Jeremy Jackson, the actors who portrayed
the characters named in the story. Use of the character's names is without
knowledge of anyone involved in the production of the television series
"Baywatch". The TV series "Baywatch" and its characters are trademarks of
and copyright Baywatch Production Company and Gregory J. Bonann
Productions.
"Baywatch Birthday"
by Captain Chlorophyll
Part 1
"Thanks for helping Hobie celebrate his birthday, guys. I feel bad about
missing seeing my only son turn eighteen, but they wouldn't reschedule the
groundbreaking ceremony for the new international lifeguard training center
we're opening in Hawaii next year, and they need me there."
"Think nothing of it, Mitch," Cody replied. "We've watched Hobie grow up
for so long, we're like brothers. If you want family with him on his
birthday, you couldn't do better than Matt and I."
"All right, I have my bag and airplane ticket," Mitch said, patting his
pockets. Hobie's mom sent a present, and I left it in the living room. If
you guys spend any money, I'll pay you back when I return from Hawaii."
"Don't worry about it, Mitch. It will be our pleasure," Matt replied.
"Thanks again, guys."
"Have a good trip."
As Mitch drove off, Matt walked back out to Cody's car, a blue Mustang
convertible, opened the trunk, and removed a large, paper department store
bag filled with boxes. There were many sizes and shapes of boxes, and each
was wrapped for Hobie's birthday. As Matt reentered the house and Cody
shut the door behind him, Matt said, "Let's get these in place before we
get Hobie up."
"Oh, lover, you have such a way with words," Cody whispered into Matt's
ear.
"Shut up. You know what I meant. Besides, it was all I could do to keep
from laughing when you made that crack about `family'."
It was 6:45 a.m. To prepare their surprise, Matt and Cody had asked Mitch
to give all three young men the day off. It was a Monday, and their days
off usually were Tuesday and Wednesday. Now, they had a three-day
"weekend" to celebrate Hobie becoming a man (in more ways than one). Mitch
was reluctant to give two of his senior guards an extra day off, especially
while he was out of the state, but they convinced him that Newman was more
than capable of handling the crew in their absence.
Besides, Cody wasn't lying when he said the three were like brothers. Matt
and Cody were the only two people to know that Hobie was gay, and Hobie was
the only person to know that Matt and Cody were lovers. They came out to
each other over four years ago, when Hobie caught them kissing in the
Baywatch HQ shower after their shift ended. Hobie admitted he had been
attracted by male guards since Craig and Eddie were on the staff, and Matt
and Cody became his mentors. They answered all his questions, counseled
him through adolescent traumas, and were ideal role models -- both as
lifeguards and as a happy, stable, homosexual couple. Eventually, Hobie
confessed that he loved them and wanted to give them his virginity. The
couple demurred at the time, but they assured the boy his first time would
be special. For the past few weeks, they had planned this celebration, and
now, with Hobie as a legal adult, they were going to make his fondest wish
come true.
Matt snuck into Hobie's room and switched off the alarm on his clock radio.
Even though it was set for 7:30 a.m., leaving Hobie ample time to prepare
himself for his friends' expected arrival time of eight o'clock, Matt
didn't want to risk the alarm waking his friend before he and Cody had
finished their preparations.
Matt returned to the living room and helped his partner hang streamers.
They placed a large present on the coffee table, next to the one from
Hobie's mom, and scattered confetti and glitter on top of the gifts and the
table. "That was the easy part," Matt said. "How do we hide Hobie's other
gifts?"
"I've given it some thought," Cody responded. "We can put his first
present, the body wash, in the bathroom now. Then, while he's in the
shower, we can hide his other presents in his bedroom."
"Sounds good. Let's do it."
Hobie's clock read 7:02 as Matt and Cody slipped into his bedroom. They
gazed at their young friend a moment. Hobie was covered with a sheet from
the waist down. He was lying on his back, so his tanned, muscular chest
and abdomen were in plain sight.
"He looks so peaceful," Cody whispered.
"Like an angel," Matt agreed.
"Oh yeah? Well, that's not an angel tenting his sheet down there, is it?"
"Angel or devil? In a few hours, we'll find out. Well, let's get
started."
One man crept to each side of Hobie's queen size bed. They leaned down
close to his ears then yelled, "Happy birthday, Hobie!"
Hobie thrashed about and leapt six inches off the bed. One leg kicked out
from under the sheet. His eyes were wide open, and he looked around and
saw both his friends grinning. He thrust his head back onto his pillow and
closed his eyes. "Shit!" he exclaimed. Hobie opened his eyes again. "You
guys sure can be a pain in the ass some times." He looked at his alarm
clock. "You're not supposed to be here for another hour."
"Surprise!" Cody laughed.
"C'mon, buddy. You don't want to waste a minute of your special day. Cody
and I have a lot planned."
"All right. Do I have time to take a shower, or does your itinerary not
allow it?"
"Go ahead. We'll even let you eat breakfast."
As Matt spoke, Hobie got out of bed. His erection had subsided, but his
dick was still plump. His firm butt cheeks, tan from lying naked in the
sun next to the pool in his backyard (usually with Matt and Cody) while his
dad was at work, twitched slightly on his way to the door.
"Speaking of itineraries, you dad said he'll give you your present when he
gets back from Hawaii. Your mom sent one; it's in the living room."
Hobie disappeared out the door. "I'll open it later," he shouted over his
shoulder.
The bathroom door clicked shut. "Let's go for it, Matt."
"Okay, bro'." Matt left the room and quickly returned with four
boxes. Each one was wrapped in shiny, white paper but had a different
colored ribbon and bow. "I still don't know how you remember what's in
each one. They all look the same to me."
"Okay, I'll explain it to you again while we hide them. You look for his
underwear drawer and put the ones with the blue and yellow ribbons in
there. Blue begins with "B", and the Bikini Briefs are inside. Yellow has
the Y-back thong in it. I'm putting orange in the drawer with his shorts
because the Onionskins are in that box. Black goes in the drawer with his
Bathing suits. The white one, that we put in the bathroom, had the body
Wash in it. The green ribbon in the living room hides the "Gay Karma
Sutra". Later on, we'll give him the purple, the gift certificate to the
Porn Palace, and the red, the Rubbers."
"I think I'll like giving him that one the best!"
"I know you will. Now, lest you have forgotten this, too: except for the
black and white, all the ribbons are colors of the rainbow, your favorite
pride symbol and mine."
Hobie shut off the water, toweled off, combed his hair, and shaved before
returning to his room. Cody and Matt were grinning. "What?" Hobie asked
suspiciously.
"It's just that... that... our little boy is all grown up." Matt faked
sobbing and pretended to wipe tears from his eyes.
"Oh, you guys." Hobie sat down at the foot of his bed; his balls hung
loosely over the edge. "Where are we going today?"
"If we told you, that would spoil the surprise," Cody answered.
"I need to know what to wear today, unless you expect me to go out like
this."
Matt and Cody grinned at each other then back at Hobie.
"Naw," Matt said.
"There are laws against that, I'm pretty sure," Cody responded.
"You'll need a swim suit," Matt prompted.
Hobie stood up and approached his dresser. As luck would have it, he kept
his bathing suits in one of the bottom drawers. Matt and Cody were
rewarded with the tantalizing view of Hobie's cherry deep in his lightly
haired crack, as he bent over to open the drawer. Cody sucked air in
between his teeth, and Matt licked his lips.
"What's this?" Hobie straightened up and turned around. He was holding
the gift wrapped with a black ribbon.
"It's your birthday present, man," Matt answered.
"You already gave me one: the body wash. Didn't you?"
"Yeah, but this is another one," Matt replied. "This whole day is a
birthday present."
Hobie rushed over to his two friends and hugged them. He didn't seem to
remember that he was naked and they were fully dressed. ("Fully dressed"
is merely a convenient phrase. If one wanted to be technical, the loose,
stringy tank tops that let Cody's and Matt's nipples peek out frequently,
the skimpy nylon running shorts, and their sandals revealed so much skin
that "barely covered" would be more appropriate.) "I love you guys. I
don't know what to say!"
"How about `thank you'? Now unwrap the box already!" Matt grinned.
"Oh, yeah! Thanks, guys!" Hobie nearly shouted as he backed off and sat on
the bed again.
Hobie was not the type of person who carefully unwrapped presents. Within
seconds, the paper and ribbon lay crumpled on the carpet. "Speedos?" he
questioned, pulling a silver bikini from the box.
"Hardly, my man," Cody answered. "That's even skimpier than my racing
suits. It's meant to lure all those hot guys to you. Try it on."
Hobie slid the bikini up his legs. Matt and Cody stared openly as he
carefully packed his genitals into the pouch. "Dude, check yourself out."
Hobie walked over to the full-length mirror on his closet door. "Not bad,"
he said.
"Not bad?" Cody remarked. "Man, turn around."
The eighteen year old did so and strained to look over his shoulder. "I
can't see. Hang on a sec'."
Hobie dashed out of his room and returned with a hand mirror. He held it
up to see his reflection as he backed up to the closet mirror. "Holy shit!
Is that my ass?"
"You bet, man," Cody smiled, amused by Hobie's reaction. "It's called the
Buns bikini."
"I can see why." Hobie couldn't tear his eyes away from the mirror.
"Come on, man, don't fall in love with yourself. You haven't finished
yet," Matt urged.
"Oh yeah, right." Hobie put the mirror onto his dresser. "Will I need
this mirror again?" he asked Matt, as he skinned the bikini down his legs.
"Nah. If you want to ogle yourself, you can do it later."
Hobie picked up the box he had left on his rumpled sheets and pulled out a
light blue bikini next. "Anything special about this one, Matt?" He
wasted no time donning the scrap of fabric and admiring himself in profile.
"Actually, yes. It's made of a special fabric that lets UV rays through so
you can tan all over, yet it provides SPF 10, just like sun block. With
that suit, you can get your all-over tan at the beach or by your pool when
your dad is home. You don't have to limit yourself to times when it's safe
to lie out naked."
Cody joined the conversation. "Matt and I have had ours for a couple of
years. Have you noticed how you still have a faint tan line but we don't?
It's because we wear these suits. You won't need it today, but save it for
the next time we go somewhere."
"Um, I'm not sure I can wear it anyway."
"What's the matter?" Matt asked. "It looks like it fits perfectly."
Hobie was facing the mirror now, so neither Matt nor Cody couldn't see why
Hobie was concerned. He and Cody stepped behind Hobie, and each one peered
over a shoulder.
"That," Hobie said, running his pointer finger along the top of his new
bikini. A half inch of his dark brown pubic hair protruded above the
waistline.
"That's no problem, man. All you have to do is trim your pubic hair. Matt
and I do it all the time."
"You do?"
"Yeah."
"But you still have crotch hair."
"I said `trim' not `remove'." I guess some guys might shave themselves
completely to wear a revealing suit, but don't you think we'd get weird
looks in the locker room if we walked out of the shower with bald dicks?"
"Yeah, but you guys don't look... well, weird down there."
"We've gotten enough practice so it looks natural," Matt chimed in.
"Unless you get `up close and personal' -- and only one guy does that,"
he smirked at Cody in the mirror, "you can't tell. I guess some guys might
think we just have less hair than they do, like Newmie or your dad for
example."
Cody jumped in. "We'll have to teach you later how to do it. You
shouldn't need to do it for the suit you need today. It's still in the
box, by the way."
"Oh, right." Hobie dropped his bikini right there, between his two
friends, and squeezed between them to get back to his bed.
They got the briefest glimpse of Hobie's butt as it disappeared into the
last bikini in the box. He turned around and, as he walked back to where
his two friends had remained by the mirror, he showed how well he could
fill out the suit. "Wild pattern, guys." The bikini was a medium purple
overall, with darker spots and streaks. "It looks like drops of cum on a
crystal formation."
"Interesting thought, Hobie."
"I'm not going to look at our suits the same way again, Matt."
"Suits?" Hobie asked.
"Yep. We bought matching bikinis at the International Male store in West
Hollywood. In fact, all the clothing you'll unwrap today came from there.
Yours is purple; mine is red, and Matt's is green. You'll get to see them
today."
"Wherever it is we're going," Hobie muttered.
"Shorts!" Matt exclaimed. "You'll need shorts to cover up that bikini
until we get there."
"Again, Hobie bent over a drawer low in his dresser. With his butt
covered, Matt and Cody ogled Hobie's firm, tan, muscular thighs sparsely
sprinkled with hair.
"Hey, Cody," Matt whispered, "tell me again. If this is Hobie's birthday,
why do we get the best present?"
"We *all* get to share the best present today, love." Cody followed up his
response with a peck on the cheek.
"Aw, how sweet," Hobie smirked. "Now, if you two are done, may we get back
to the business at hand? I want to open this box I found in with my
shorts. By the way, how many more presents am I going to find hidden
here?"
"That's for us to know and you to find out."
"Wise ass," Hobie replied.
"The rest of him is pretty darn smart, too," Cody remarked, as he stretched
his arm around Matt's waist.
"You should know," Matt smirked.
By the time this verbal repartee was finished, Hobie had again demolished
the wrapping and opened the box. He pulled out a wad of blue nylon.
"What's this, a handkerchief?"
"No, you dope, those are running shorts. You're supposed to wear them
today. They have a liner, so you don't need underwear with them, but go
ahead and put them on over your bikini," Cody encouraged.
"Dude, they're so light!"
"They're called Onionskins. They're the same kind as Matt and I are
wearing." As Hobie put on the shorts, he saw that Cody's were red and
Matt's were black. "Complete the outfit," Cody prompted.
Hobie pulled from the box a stringy, white tank top, identical to Matt's
and Cody's, and put it on. "Now you look just like us," Cody said, as
Hobie turned around, modeling the outfit. "We're the three musketeers: all
for one...."
"...And one for all," Cody and Matt concluded together.
Hobie teared up. "Oh, guys!" He wept as he again hugged his two friends.
"Thank you."
"Happy birthday, buddy," Matt said quietly before kissing Hobie on the
cheek. Hobie kissed him back and did the same to Cody.
"Let's move on, before `Mr. Weepy' drowns us," Cody sarcastically
commented.
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AUTHOR'S NOTES:
1) I realize that David Charvet and David Chokachi did not appear regularly
on the show at the same time. However, it is my prerogative as author to
cast them together, and it's more fun that way, too!
2) I have never been to the International Male store in West Hollywood. I
do not know if they stock all the clothing mentioned above, which at one
time appeared in their catalog and the affiliated Undergear catalog. In
fact, the garments might no longer be available. To avoid any other
semblance of advertising, I won't list the company's URL's. If you are
interested in visiting those web sites, please e-mail me at
CapnChlorophyll@netscape.net, and I will send them to you.
3) I deliberately did not mention penis size nor circumcision status of any
character, nor the presence/absence of chest hair on David Charvet or David
Chokachi. Readers who prefer one state or the other can infer it to
enhance their reading pleasure.
4) I appreciate critiques of my work. I also want input for a possible
continuation of this story. I already have a request from my editor to
tell what happens between Hobie and the man he met in part 2. Would you
like to read more? Please send your comments to
CapnChlorophyll@netscape.net. If you didn't like it, why did you read this
far?
5) Permission to post this story and affilated notes has been granted to
the moderators of the Nifty archive, the ASSGM newsgroup, and ASSGM's
affiliated archive site. Readers may download this story to their hard
drive, a floppy disk, or a single paper copy for their own enjoyment.
Other uses of this work must be approved by the author.
COPYRIGHT: July 1, 2001
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