From: anonymous@pathway.com (anon)
Subject: DAVID CHOKACHI
Date: 11 Jan 1997 01:03:30 GMT
Organization: Pathway Communications

DAVID CHOKACHI- Part 1
BAYWATCH TRY OUTS

   David Chokachi didn't know what to think as he made his way down the
beach to the office where he would have a meeting with David Hasselhoff of
"Baywatch." He had tried out a month earlier, and after stripping for a
very approving old man, who was doing the first cut casting, he was not
surprised that he had gotten the call from the Baywatch producers that he
was one of the top five candidates for the new lead role on the show. He
really wanted this job, and had even succumbed to the old man's requests
for a blow job in the hopes of getting further in his career. It wasn't
even that bad, and it wasn't as if he hadn't given blow jobs before- after
all, he did share an apartment with two other very handsome guys. Now he
was on his way to the chance of a lifetime.
   Chokachi was feeling both nervous and excited as he made his way down
the hot beach. He was scared of screwing up his audition, especially since
he had to act in front of Hasselhoff. Ever since he had seen the show
earlier, he could not help being captivated by the blue-eyed hunk, the man
who possessed a hot, hairy body which had fueled countless of his jack off
fantasies. He longed for Hasselhoff to throw him against a wall and engage
him with a deep, tongue-filled kiss, and to fill his perfect ass with his
huge, hard dick. He dreamed for Hasselhoff to skinny-dip with him, and to
dry off on the hot, sandy beach. Chokachi felt his cock getting erect, so
he quickly forgot about his fantasies- after all, he really didn't think
it was such a good idea getting to the audition with a huge lump in his
skin tight shorts. Arriving at the Baywatch office, his nervousness was
increased when he found out that the other actors trying out were not
there. His heart-beat rose even more when the Pamela-look-alike secretary
told him that he would be giving Hasselhoff a private audition in his
office. Keeping his eyes on the floor as he was ushered into the lush
office of the main star of the sexy show, he finally gained the nerve to
look up. There, sitting at an expansive oak desk at the end of the room,
was Hasselhoff himself. 
Shit, he's better looking than I thought! God, please don't make me get
hard now...
   Hasselhoff was looking right at him. As Chokachi's eyes roamed from the
pale, blue eyes, to the tanned, strong neck, to the muscular body hiding
behind a pure white tank-top, he felt his dick stiffen. 
Damn... I really shouldn't of worn these  shorts to the interview....
Maybe he won't notice.
   Chokachi's thoughts were soon interrupted when Hasselhoff said in his
mild, sexy voice. "Hey, are you just going to stand there for the rest of
the day? Come on, there's a seat."  Chokachi moved to the leather chair
that was in front of Hasselhoff's desk and quickly sat down in the hope of
hiding his hard tool. Chokachi was still praying that his erection would
subside when Hasselhoff told him to take off his shirt. Chokachi was a
little embarassed, but he understood that he was, after all, trying out to
be a lifeguard. As he peeled off his T-shirt, he couldn't help sensing
that Hasselhoff was staring at him with an approved look. "I see my
casting agent chose well..." Hasselhoff said, licking his lips. Chokachi
blushed, but knew that Hasselhoff was right. The countless hours he had
spent at the gym with his roommates had given him a perfect physique, and
the mornings he had spent tanning in the nude had given his whole body a
bronzed colour.
Oh, how I'd love to see some of your body now, Hasselhoff.
   "As you know, I am giving you this audition to see if you will be
joining us next season. The role is very demanding, as you probably know.
I see you fill the "looks" category better than I could have ever
imagined..." Hasselhoff said with a wink, "but I do have to test your
acting skills. I have a couple of scenes I think we should rehearse."
Hasselhoff said.
   "Sure." Chokachi replied.
"O.K." Hasselhoff said, getting up. "The first scenario is that you have
just been told to pack your bags- you are not living up to your boss's
standards as a lifeguard. You almost let an innocent girl drown earlier in
the day, but the reason was that the other lifeguard had said he'd look
out for you as you went to put on sunscreen. You meet your boss, me,  in
the shower and it is your job to get your job back. Improvise buddy, show
me you can act." Hasselhoff said with a smile.
   "Umm.. Mr. Hasselhoff... About that rescue earlier..." Chokachi began.
"Wait a sec.... you meet me in the showers... Let's make this as realistic
for you as possible." Hasselhoff said with a smile. With that, Hasselhoff
ripped off his tee-shirt and tugged down his shorts, showing that he was
not wearing any underwear. Chokachi could not help but gasp as he saw the
object of his desire in complete bareness standing a few meters before
him. Hasselhoff's body was covered in a light covering of hair, and his
entire body, including his groin, was tanned a deep bronze. Obviously he
shared Chokachi's hobby of suntanning naked. Hasselhoff's cock was only
six or seven inches, but Chokachi was both surprised and delighted to see
that the tool was as hard as his own. Hasselhoff noticed Chokachi's gaze,
and began to rub his hands all over his own body. Chokachi let out a small
yelp-
He's fucking feeling himself up!
and Hasselhoff laughed.
   "Hey, haven't you taken a shower before? I'm just soaping myself up,
David.. relax." Hasselhoff said with a grin.
   "O.K. Sorry... Umm... Mr. Hasselhoff, about that incident earlier
today.." Chokachi began the scenario, struggling to prevent losing his
concentration over the god that stood before him.
   "Dave, why don't you take a shower.. you look so hot and sweaty..
wouldn't want you to dehydrate now, would we?" Hasselhoff said. Chokachi
didn't know what to do, but then decided "What the hell!" and began to
peel off his shorts. He, unlike, Hasselhoff, was wearing underwear- a
tight pair of white bikini briefs which contrasted sexily with his
muscular, tanned hips. His erect cock showed clearly through the thin
fabric.
   "My, someone's a little excited." Hasselhoff said.
   "Look who's talking!" Chokachi laughed, pointing at Hasselhoff's own
erection.
   "Oh shut up and take off those undies." Hasselhoff joked. Chokachi had
already loosened his initial nervousness and decided to make a show of it.
He turned around so that his muscular butt was right in front of
Hasselhoff's dick, then bent down to touch his toes. Bringing his hands up
to his bikini bottoms, he slowly slid the underwear down his long, well
defined legs, revealing his hairless crack to Hasselhoff. 
   "Eat my ass, man." Chokachi joked. 

   Slowly pulling his underwear off his feet, still with his back turned,
he suddenly felt warm air on his neck. Turning around, he came face to
face with Hasselhoff, who had moved to stand right next to him.
   "If you tease me like that, don't hold me responsible for  my actions."
Hasselhoff said with a grin.
   "What are you gonna do, lick my shit?" Chokachi joked. Hasselhoff made
a broad smile and than placed his hands on Chokachi's shoulders, pushing
him onto his stomach.
   "What the hell was that for..." Chokachi began to reply. He noticed
that Hasselhoff's hands were still on his shoulders, preventing him from
getting up. He could feel Hasselhoff's firm pecs pinning his lower legs,
there hairyness tickling the sensitive skin. Suddenly he felt a warm
moistness in his ass. It felt like a spongey probe entering him, and
straining his neck, he saw that Hasselhoff was inserting his tongue into
his ass. 
Oh my GOD!
Hasselhoff had entered him where noone, not even his roommates, had been
before. This tongue probing was sending incredible spasms of pleasure
through Chokachi's taught body, and he could feel his body writhing in
pleasure. Hasselhoff then proceeded to flatten his tongue, and to lap at
Chokachi's ass as a dog would lap at water. As Chokachi felt the saliva
running down his ass cheeks, he suppressed the urge to cum, wanting the
pleasure to last longer. 
   "You taste good, man.. stick some nice-smelling soap bars up your crack
when you shower?" Hasselhoff said amusingly. Chokachi kept silent,
although he remembered all those times where he would shove the bar in his
crack, thinking it was Hasselhoff's cock.
And now he's tonguing my hole!
Chokachi then felt a thin, still rod probing his hole. He looked and saw
that Hasselhoff was inserting his index finger into his rear. Hasselhoff
was smiling at him, his beautiful face covered in a light layer of sweat.
He felt his sphincter muscles contracting and the finger slipping deeper
than he knew possible. Suddenly, a spasm of pleasure rocked Chokachi's
lithe, athletic body. Chokachi didn't know it at the time, but Hasselhoff
had just hit his G-spot. Chokachi felt the cum about to rush up his shaft
when there was a knock on the door. He felt Hasselhoff release his pin and
get up, but he was too excited to manage bringing himself to his feet. He
heard Hasselhoff open his office door, and then tell him that he had a
visitor, but Chokachi was so dreamy with lust that he did not comprehend
what was happening at first. Maybe in a few minutes....


DAVID CHOKACHI- Part 2

"I see you've worn him out already, Hasselhoff." The new voice was
slightly high pitched, but was very familiar. Chokachi, still on the
floor, felt as if the name was on the tip of his tongue-
and how I'd love to use that tongue to lick Hasselhoff like he just did me-
but was too weary from lust that he couldn't match the face to the voice.
   "Jealous that he's going to be your replacement? He's as hot, maybe
even hotter, than you, buddy.. What are people going to say when they find
out that there's a sexier guy on Baywatch?" Hasselhoff said jokingly.
Chokachi heard that the visitor had obviously been on Baywatch before, and
knew exactly who it was.
   "Yeah.. he may be cuter than me, but that just makes what we're about
to do all the more greater." the new voice said with a hint of lust in his
voice. Chokachi jumped to his feet and came face to face with the visitor.
His suspicions were fulfilled- there standing next to Hasselhoff was David
Charvet, a.k.a Matt Brody. Chokachi's mouth dropped as he saw the man
before him. Charvet was wearing a baby blue T-shirt that was cut halfway
so that his tanned, defined six-pack was showing clearly. His muscular
arms were raised behind his head, so that his hairy armpits were open to
release their musky odor. His face was slightly unshaven, but his strong,
chiseled features still showed clearly. Set in that perfect framework was
a set of blue eyes that sparkled as they always had, and his tight, white
shorts showed a huge piece of equipment. Chokachi was so shocked that he
was completely unaware of his own nakedness.
   "Hi, I'm David Charvet. The guy you're going to replace.." Charvet
extended his hand, struggling to prevent his eyes from roaming all over
Chokachi's body.
   "Yeah, I know you very well... It's an honour to meet you." stuttered
Chokachi, shaking Charvet's hand, which sent little shivers up his
muscular body.
   "You know, I have to say that I really hope you don't get this job.
I've always prided myself on being the sexiest man on the beach, but I see
my title's lost if you enter the scene." Charvet said, half serious- half
mockingly.
   "Thanks... but you are..." Chokachi began. While him and Charvet were
making introductions, Hasselhoff had snuck up behind him and began to
pinch his hard nipples. Chokachi was very aware of Hasselhoff's erect
member pressing into his crack. All of a sudden, Chokachi remembered his
bareness in front of Charvet and ran to get his clothes off the chair.
   "Why are you getting dressed?" Charvet said jokingly. "I'm the one
who's overdressed!" Charvet pulled off his mid-riff shirt, and his pale
shorts slid easily down his muscular thighs. Within seconds, Charvet was
standing nude in front of Chokachi. Chokachi was in awe when he saw
Charvet's hairless god physique, his biceps large and rippling, and his
abdomen a symmetry of firm pecs and stenciled abs, and nearly fainted when
his eyes drifted down to Charvet's hard eleven inch member. Meanwhile, he
could feel Hasselhoff continue teasing his nipples from behind.
   "I have to go get something, but I'll be right back.. I don't think you
guys will be too lonely for a couple of minutes..." Charvet said with a
wink. Chokachi was dissapointed to see the beautiful man leave, noticing
his perfect bubble butt as Charvet turned to go which happened to have a
perfect little beauty mark on the right cheek, but then remembered that he
still had another god feeling him up from behind. Spinning to face
Hasselhoff, Chokachi realized that he could not control his lust any
longer. Grabbing Hasselhoff's curly hair, he slammed Hasselhoff's mouth
onto his own, worming his tongue into the other man's eager opening.
Hasselhoff returned his passion by thrusting his hands onto Chokachi's ass
and squeezing with all his might. Their steamy kiss only lasted for a
couple of minutes, but for Chokachi, it seemed like an eternity. The way
that Hasselhoff's hairy body was connecting with his smooth one at every
point possible was making pre-cum leak like crazy out of his stiff faucet.
Removing his lips from Hasselhoff, Chokachi ordered the other man to raise
his arms over his head. 
   "Uhh.. I hope you don't mind that I'm not wearing deoderant."
Hasselhoff said meekly. 
   "I don't think that will be too much of a problem." Chokachi said with
a wicked smile on his face. Chokachi had never told anyone this, but his
biggest turnon was armpit hair and the smell they produced. Chokachi began
to slowly stroke Hasselhoff's abundance of armpit hair. The hair was shiny
and damp, obviously sweaty from Hasselhoff's erotic anticipations. The
odor  was strong and powerful, a smell which hinted of lust, sex, and
sweat. Chokachi relished the aroma, and loved the silkiness of the hair
which was running through his fingers. Unable to control himself, Chokachi
slammed his nose in Hasselhoff's armpit, drinking in the smell as if it
were wine.
   "Oh David... I want you so bad." Hasselhoff said, subconciously
stroking his steel pole with the hand that contained the armpit that
Chokachi was not working on.
   "I wonder how you taste down here." Chokachi said. He began to suck the
silky hair, and felt his cock set on fire as he experienced the most
delicious taste he had ever set his mouth on. 
   "Damn.. how can you be so goddamn sexy?" Hasselhoff said dreamily. His
body was all taught and hard with the adrenaline that was running through
his veins, loving the way Chokachi's sucking was sending tremors through
his body. Chokachi slowly moved his sucking towards Hasselhoff's chest,
and began to lick around Hasselhoff's rock hard nipple. 
   "Oh yes..." said Hasselhoff, as he ran his fingers through Chokachi's
hair. Chokachi slowly began licking the nipple, giving it little flecks
with his moist tongue. He nibbled on the stiff nub, and slowly brought his
arm around to Hasselhoff's firm ass. Without realizing it, he began to
poke a finger through the warm crack. Hasselhoff let out a little gasp as
he felt the protruding joint. Chokachi pushed deeper and deeper, not
stopping his nipple sucking. He could feel Hasselhoff's erection against
his own sweaty abdomen, and began to gyrate his body to massage the hard
organ. Hasselhoff through his head back with lust, overcome by the triple
combination of Chokachi's tongue, finger, and body. Chokachi could feel
Hasselhoff clenching his ass muscles around his finger, and continued to
push it further. Soon, his finger was buried as far as it would go, and
Hasselhoff began to quiver. In seconds, Chokachi could feel Hasselhoff's
creamy cum spurting all over his chest. Wanting to taste the liquid,
Chokachi circled his lips around Hasselhoff's cock and sucked. Hasselhoff
released wave after wave of cum into Chokachi's mouth, and cum dribbled
down Chokachi's mouth as he could not swallow all of the fluid. 
Whoever said you only made a teaspoon of cum every orgasm is full of shit.
   "Damn, that was good." Hasselhoff said. "Shit, you've drained all the
energy right out of me." Hasselhoff lay down, his body shiny with sweat. 
   "What about me? You're just going to leave me like this..." Chokachi
said, pointing to his erect dick. 
   "I'll suck you in a second.. let me just rest for a bit." Hasselhoff
said. Chokachi was beginning to feel pissed off when they heard a voice
from outside.
   "No Marla, you can't come in... No you can't suck me off.. No, speak to
you later.. Fine.. Bye." Charvet walked through the door, carrying a
little pitcher on his head as if he was one of those jug-carrying girls.
This position exposed both of Charvet's armpits, which Charvet was happy
to see was as full of hair as Hasselhoff's.
   "Hey Hasselhoff.. you should get a new secretary. Marla just couldn't
keep her hands to herself when she saw me naked, although the invitation
was sort of interesting.. Although today is an all boys party, right
guys?" Charvet said laughing.
   "Don't bother with him.. he cums once and then is too tired to do
anything!" Chokachi said, half-mockingly, half serious.
   "Uh-huh, I see you have a bit of a problem over there." Charvet said,
pointing to Chokachi's straining dick. "But I think I can help you out."
Charvet set the pitcher he was carrying down on Hasselhoff's desk, and
Chokachi saw that it was full of ice cubes.
   "Hasselhoff, you playing?" Charvet asked.
   "No, I think I'll watch for a bit..." Hasselhoff said.
   "Fine, pussy. Chokachi, you ever play the ice game before?" Charvet asked.
   "No."
   "Well, the way the game works is that we take turns. Each person gets
to rub the ice cubes anywhere they want, and I mean anywhere they want,
and the rubber gets to give the ice cube to somebody, and that someone has
to suck the icecube until it melts. Got it?"
   "Yeah, I think so.."
   "O.K. I'll start." Charvet grabbed an ice cube and immediately inserted
it into his mouth. He started moving it in and out, sucking it hard so
that his cheeks had deep dimples in them. 
   "This is what I'm going to do to your dick soon, guy." Charvet said. He
began rubbing the icecube down his chest, placing the tip on each of his
nipples. They hardened under the cold ice, and Charvet began to rub his
cock with the cube, which was as hard as Chokachi's. By this time, Charvet
had become quite damp from his excitement, and the cube was becoming
mingled with Charvet's own sweat. He handed the cube to Chokachi.
   "Now you have to suck it." Charvet said. Chokachi took the ice, and
placed it in his mouth. It tasted a bit like man sweat, but otherwise
tasted mostly like water. He took the half-melted ice out of his mouth.
   "What are you doing? You have to wait until it melts!" Charvet said.
   "This game is stupid.. it tastes like water, buddy." Chokachi said.
   "You must be punished for removing the ice. Bend over!" Charvet yelled.
Chokachi was apprehensive at first, but the fierceness in Charvet's voice
told him that he should not argue. He shifted into doggie-style position,
exposing his hairless asshole to Charvet. He heard Charvet doing
something, and then felt the coldness in his ass. 
Charvet is sticking an ice cube up my butt!
After getting over the intial shock of the coldness, Chokachi began to
enjoy the erotic experience. As the ice lodged in his hole slowly melted,
he felt it seep deeper into his hole, sending shivers through his insides.
He looked over his shoulder, seeing Charvet rubbing some ice all over his
big cock. Hasselhoff was leaning against the wall, stroking a new
erection. 
God, he sure recovers quickly.
Chokachi felt the remaining ice turn to water, and soon realized that his
asshole was clear. He was about to get up when he heard Charvet yell at
him to stay down. Chokachi was confused by Charvet being mad at him for
not sucking a stupid ice cube, but also felt strangely excited at
Charvet's dominance.
   "You will keep your eyes straight ahead until I say I am done. Clear?"
Charvet barked.
   "Clear." Chokachi answered.
Charvet felt something cold poking at his hole-
another ice  cube-
but then screamed as he felt his insides being ripped apart as something
huge entered him. It was long, large, and as hard as a rock. 
It's Charvet's FUCKING dick!
Charvet slowly removed his pole halfway, then slammed it back in
Chokachi's ass. Chokachi felt the waves of pain hit him hard. Charvet
repeated this action two or three more times, each time bringing more pain
to Chokachi's tender, virgin butt.
   "Jeez.. you could have been more gentle with your approach, man. It is
his first time getting fucked." Hasselhoff said.
   "Shut up, pussy, I like them screaming... the rougher the better, as I
always say." Charvet said, raising the tempo of his thrustings a little
bit. Chokachi braced himself for the pain that he felt the faster pumping
would bring, but soon found out that the pain lessened. Looking down at
his cock, he saw that it was still rock hard and the piss-slit was
brimming with pre-cum. Charvet continued his thrustings, and raised the
tempo even more. Chokachi began to feel aroused through the pain-
Hey, this actually feels pretty good now!
and heard himself screaming "Fuck me harder, faster..."
   "See, I told... you rough... is the only... way to go.." Charvet said,
talking to Hasselhoff. Chokachi could hear the panting in Charvet's voice,
and knew that Charvet was on the verge of cumming. Suddenly, he felt a
warmness envelop his cock and looked down to see Hasselhoff. Amid his
passion, he had not noticed the hairy god creep down under him and cram
his dick into his mouth. Hasselhoff began to lick the head of his penis,
and then crammed the whole shaft into his mouth. The cock up his ass and
the mouth on his pole was sending Chokachi into heaven, and Chokachi
realized that he was close to blowing his load. He knew that Charvet had
passed his climax when he felt the hot jizz spraying into his ass, filling
his insides. He could feel the warm liquid running down his thighs, and
could hear Charvet's yelps as he unleashed load after load. Charvet
finally pulled out, and then it was Chokachi's turn. He let out blast
after blast of his creamy liquid, all of which Hasselhoff greedily guzzled
down. Looking down, he saw that Hasselhoff too was spraying semen all over
the plush carpet-
And no one even had to touch his cock!
and all three men collapsed on each other in relief. They lay like that
for minutes, each man feeling fulfilled with the sex they had just
participated in, all three covered with a thin layer of sweat and semen.
Finally, they got up, and embraced each other. Long, sensual kisses were
given out among the guys, and Chokachi finally broke off.
   "Thanks for everything, guys. I've never felt this good in my whole
life." Chokachi said.
   "Don't mention it." said Charvet, giving Chokachi a wink. "We'll do
this again, don't worry." 
   "And me and you will do this again for sure, since I have a funny
feeling we'll be seeing a lot of each other." said Hasselhoff with a
smile.
   "What do you mean?" said Chokachi.
   "Hey, I think you've earned your job as the next Baywatch hunk, don't
you?" Hasselhoff said. "Now both of you, I'd love to spend the rest of my
life staying here like this but I gotta do some paperwork. Works work,
right? Charvet, I'll call you... and Chokachi, we'll be seeing each other
soon. Bye guys." Hasselhoff gave them both a quick kiss, and then Charvet
did the same thing, getting dressed and leaving, saying he had an errand
to do. Chokachi waved good-bye and stepped out of the office.
What a day!
    "Wait! You're forgetting these." Hasselhoff appeared through the
doorway, handing Chokachi his clothes. Chokachi realized that he was
naked, (and that Marla the secretary was staring hard at him) and he
blushed. Hasselhoff laughed, gave Chokachi a quick pat on the butt, and
then went back to his office. Chokachi slipped on his underwear, but
decided to forget about the shirt and shorts. He wanted to go swimming,
and that would wash the already hard cum off of his body. Chokachi left
the office wearing his white bikini briefs, noticing the admiring stares
of the people lying on the beach, men and women alike. Chokachi realized
that he could get arrested for "indecent exposure" or something like that,
but his urge to enter the water was too much. He noticed that the water
was quite wavy and rough, but his desire to swim was too great to
acknowlege that the ocean could be dangerous. Running into the pale, blue
liquid, he relished the coolness it brought to his muscular body. Chokachi
broke into a quick front crawl, and then felt the waves. They crashed onto
his head, dragging him underwater. He was a powerful swimmer, but the
ocean was stronger. He was pulled down deep, and then there was blackness.


DAVID CHOKACHI- Part 3

This is just a copy with a couple small edits- not really important but
has some corrections for you English grammar buffs...


   The two girls ran down the beach giggling. They knew there destination-
the small white tower at the end of the beach. Their fake breasts bounced
up and down in their thong bikinis, while their Pamela-replica faces were
works of art, made by plastic surgeons. As the tower came closer, they saw
the object of their desire. He was the lifeguard of the beach, a beautiful
Latino man named Lorenzo. Even from a distance, the two girls could
clearly see the muscular, olive-skinned body contrasting against the pale
background the tower created. They could see his shiny, jet black hair
which was cut short in a classic American wavy style, and his eyes which
were like embers. He did not look like many of the Latino men the girls
knew in the fact that he closely resembled an American hunk who just had
darker skin, hair, and eyes- a result of Lorenzos Latino mother and
American father. 
   Their eyes loomed down his strong, chiseled cheekbones and nose to his
pouty, thick, ruby lips, to his thick, muscular neck. This trunk led to an
even more impressive body, which literally rippled with muscles. He did
not have the red, veiny appearance of a weightlifter, and did not have too
much bulk on his body, but each muscle was clearly cut and defined. His
pecs were hairless mounds which sported adequate size nipples, and his
abdomen was a network of ridges which made up a very noticable six-pack.
The body was covered in a layer of tanned, olive skin clear of any hair or
marks, and the whole package sent the girls swooning. Their pussys
moistened even more when they saw Lorenzos groin, covered in the red
speedo. All male lifeguards at the beach had an option of choosing a red
shorts type bathing suit or a red speedo. Most of the lifeguards opted
for the shorts type, but Lorenzo had worked hard to get his body to
where it was and had no inhibation of showing it off. It just so happened
that the speedo was awfully tight and gave any onlooker the chance to
clearly see Lorenzos massive dick through the tight fabric, but no one
was complaining. Below the speedo were muscular thighs, which led down to
hairless legs which seemed to flex even when Lorenzo was standing still.
   Lorenzo saw the blond girls running up the beach and groaned. He hated
the Californian bimbo-types, but he knew that there would be plenty of
them in his life when he became a lifeguard. Even so, Lorenzo loved his
job, and a couple of girls who tried to get his attention was only a minor
hassle. He loved being able to show off his body while getting a great
tan, and also liked the idea of saving peoples lives. Just because he was
an Adonis didnt mean that he didnt take his job seriously and care about
the people he was there to protect. Most of the time his job was pretty
layed back- there werent major rescues every day like there were on
Baywatch. Lorenzo thought that show was a joke, although he couldnt
help getting hard when he saw Matt and Mitch in their lifeguarding suits. 
God, I wish there were some lifeguards around here who looked like them.
   Unfortunately, most of the other lifeguards werent that attractive.
Some of the other guys had pretty nice builds, but there faces or overall
appearance just didnt turn him on. There were some beautiful female
lifeguards, but they too didnt turn him on either. That didnt mean that
he didnt get to see a lot of hot guys- he saw many of them on the beach
each day. Right now his eyes were roving from a hot Italian guy playing
frisbee to the beach to a group of studs playing volleyball to the two
bimbos approaching him.
   Lorenzo stared ahead at the beach, hoping that maybe the two girls
would think he was busy and would leave him alone. Unfortunately, his
little plan didnt work.
   Hi Lorenzo! the two girls chimed in unison, waving their pretty hands
at him.
   Hi girls... Lorenzo said, flashing them a fake smile, showing his
perfect set of teeth and gorgeous dimples.
   So, do you.. uhh.. want to come for a swim with us? the blond on the
left asked.
   Not right now.. Im busy doing my job- you know, something you get
when you need money? Lorenzo said, wondering if the two girls even knew
what a job was. The girls obviously missed Lorenzos sarcasm, giving silly
little giggles.
I seriously wonder if theres a brain inside those cosmetically altered
heads of theirs.
   O.K. Well stay here and entertain you. Are you at all horny? the
girl on the right said, slowly squeezing her nipple through the sheer
bikini fabric. Lorenzo glimpsed this out of the corner of his eye, and his
temper rose slightly. He was trying to look out on the beach, especially
since the ocean was pretty rocky (and the hot Italian guy had just noticed
him and groped his crotch, giving a small wink) and these two girls were
trying to seduce him!
   Listen ladies.. I might just have to throw you out if you dont let me
do my job, O.K.? Lorenzo barked. The two girls gasped at this and angrily
stomped off. Lorenzo heard one of the girls say Hes probably gay.. why
else wouldnt he want us? but didnt even give a damn. In a way he wished
that the girls really did know that he was gay so that they would leave
him alone, but he knew that they would forget about this in a couple of
days and try their enchanting yet again. Lorenzo turned his attention back
to the beach and saw the Italian guy quickly pull down his black speedos,
showing Lorenzo a view of his erect penis. Lorenzo gave the guy a quick
smile, but knew that he should not look at the guy too much, he didnt
want to engage in this erotic show while he had a job to do. Some rescues
were not made on time due to lifeguards being distracted by other issues.
Lorenzo wanted to make sure that none of his victims died because of his
own carelessness. After a couple of minutes of checking the ocean, he
looked back at the Italian guy. The muscular man gave him the middle
finger and pointed to his crotch and mouthed the words Not for you.
Obviously he was pissed off at Lorenzos moving his attention elsewhere. 
   Lorenzo sighed as he watched the Italian guy run off. He would have
loved to indulge the mans fantasies, but for him, his job always came
first. In every relationship he had been in the guy would try to hold on
to him for as long as possible, probably because of his appearance, but
would soon give up when they saw how dedicated Lorenzo was to being a
lifeguard. At first they enjoyed Lorenzos job, getting to lounge at the
beach seeing their dreamy boyfriend stand around in skimpy speedos, but
soon got frustrated when Lorenzo would not have time for their desires and
needs. Lorenzo was by no means lonely, whenever he was feeling alone or
horny, he would just have to go down the street and millions of sexy guys
would start to fawn all over him. He also spent a lot of time at the gym,
and had countless of men waiting to be his workout partner. This does
not mean that Lorenzo was a slut, most of the men he was just friends with
and only engaged in slight kisses and licks. Lorenzos mind rolled back to
the previous night, where him and his gym partner had engaged in one heavy
tongue wrestling match...
   Lorenzo soon realized that he was daydreaming, and quickly snapped out
of his visions, turning his attention back to the beach. The day was
pretty calm, even though the ocean was rough. Apparently the public was
not so dumb, and was not running into massive waves like Baywatch liked
to portray their victims. Reclining, he paused to look down at his body in
satisfaction. He slowly ran his finger through the tight, deep lines of
his abdomen, and through the massive crevice his hairless pecs met at. He
stopped to slowly stroke his tender nipple, relishing the raw
sensitiveness of the action. 
Not now, Lorenzo! You have a job to do!
   Lorenzo remembered yet again his duties, and looked again at the beach.
There were times when he was so bored, and honestly thought maybe there
was something better waiting for him. He loved saving people, but the pay
was so low and it took up so much of his time... 
What are you talking about? YOU LOVE BEING A LIFEGUARD, LORENZO. Snap out of it.
   Lorenzo sighed at his own inner voice, knowing that no matter how
tempting other jobs might seem at times, he was eternally intended to be a
lifeguard. 
Might as well make the most of it.
   All of a sudden, he saw some motion out of the corner of his eye. His
many years of being a lifeguard had trained him to be perceptive of any
fast movements on the beach, ones which might be warnings of danger. He
followed his instinct and looked a little west, and then his mouth
dropped. There, running down the beach, was the most gorgeous man he had
ever seen.
   The guy was an angel- his hair was a blur of blond, which framed a
chiseled face centered around two of the bluest eyes he had ever seen. The
mans body was perfect, it was not bulky, but each muscle was clearly
defined and toned. The man was deeply tanned, and was shiny with sweat.
(and cum- SEE PART 1 AND 2) Lorenzo gasped when he saw that all the man
was wearing was a skimpy pair of white bikini briefs which left little up
to the imagination. Normally Lorenzo would have had to tell the man that
what he was wearing was totally unappropriate for a public beach, but the
lifeguard was so captivated by the god that ran before him that all he
could do was stare and drool. 
   Lorenzo watched dreamily as the man leapt into the ocean. He sighed as
he watched the muscular physique swim off, totally oblivious of the danger
the ocean might have for the guy. He watched the tan legs slowly kick as
the man crashed into a wave, and then the legs were gone. Lorenzo noticed
that the man did not reappear after five or so seconds and immediately
snapped out of his trance. He ran into the tower calling for back up and
ran down the beach. He had done these type of rescues countless of times
but noticed that his heart was beating at an exceptionally high rate.
Please dont make this angel die!
   Lorenzo leaped over the waves, trying his best to focus on the spot
where the man had gone down. He could feel the currents pulling at his
legs, but knew that he had to perform this rescue. Normally lifeguards
have a choice whether they want to perform a rescue if it puts there life
in danger, and Lorenzo could have waited for the back up boats to help the
guy, but Lorenzo wanted to save the man-
HIS MAN!
before it was too late. Diving into the raging water, he swam around
underwater, struggling to keep himself from being knocked around by the
pressure while looking for the victim. He was down for one and a half
minutes but no luck. The guy was not there- he must have been pushed
around by the current. He could be anywhere-
Damn!
but Lorenzo wasnt going to give up without putting up a fight. Diving
down again, he swam a little bit east and saw the guy. His body was limp
in the rag doll float, and his blond hair was being whipped around him
like sea-weed. 
Hes even sexy when hes nearly dead under the water...
Lorenzo propelled himself towards the man using his muscular legs, and
soon managed to loop an arm around the mans waist, bringing him to the
surface. Lorenzo could not help noticing that the mans briefs had become
see-through (them being white en all) and that his large organ was
clearly visible. Lorenzo felt his dick stirring, his body getting tingles
just being near this handsome Adonis. It took a minute or so to swim back
to the shore, and Lorenzo placed the god on his back. Lorenzo did look,
listen, and feel for seven seconds (checking for breathing, for all you
guys who never got their Life Saving Awards) and saw that no air was
coming from the mans mouth and his chest was not rising slightly like it
should. Lorenzo then took a pulse check. He sighed with relief as he heard
the strong beating. The man was not breathing, but at least his heart
hadnt stopped. Lorenzo gave the man two initial breathes which started
the Artificial Respiration procedure, and paused to wait for five seconds
to give the next breath. By this time, quite a large crowd had circled
around the lifeguard, and many of the women (and men) felt blood rush to
their crotches as they saw the beautiful Latino man placing his deep lips
onto an equally sexy blond, who happened to be wearing see-through briefs.

   Normal protocol required lifeguards to help their victims in order of
nearness, no matter what the gender. This was not really the case. Male
lifeguards almost always tended to do AR on women, and it was vice-versa
with the girls. Lorenzo noticed the strange looks some of the lifeguards
standing around were giving him, and even heard one of the girl guards
saying Its a guy.. what the hell is he doing the rescue breathing for?
Lorenzo continued his work, sighing. He should have let one of the females
do it, but he had so wanted to rescue breath this man. He could feel his
erect penis straining to escape his ruby speedos as electric shocks ran
through his body each time his mouth and the victims connected. Lorenzo
went on for two minutes before he heard the man cough violently, and his
eyes fluttered open.

   David Chokachi awoke to a blue sky. He was confused like hell- and his
head hurt. 
Where am I?
Out of nowhere, an olive-skinned god placed his mouth on his, blowing air
into his lungs.
Must be heaven.... yeah, Im probably dreaming..
The coughing spasms started seconds later, and he felt the water rushing
up his throat. This confused David more, and he struggled to remember why
he was there.
I had just come from the interview, and then there were the waves.. and
Charvet and Hasselhoff.. Oh, Charvet and Hasselhoff.....
Chokachi could feel his dick harden as he remembered the meeting, and then
realized where he was. He had decided to go swimming, but the current was
so strong. It had dragged him under....
..and he had nearly drowned!
   Hey, are you O.K.? a deep, sexy voice asked him, above him. Chokachi
managed a nod, and looked up. There, kneeling beside him, was the hottest
guy he had ever seen, clad only in a skimpy red speedo. Chokachi licked
his lips as he saw the pole stretching the fabric to mammoth proportions.
   You nearly drowned out there, buddy. Didnt anyone tell you not to go
swimming when the ocean is as rough as it was today? the voice continued.
   Yeah, sorry... Chokachi said, embarassed with himself for being so stupid.
   Well, we all make mistakes. Im Lorenzo, the lifeguard who saved you.
And you are...?
   David Chokachi. Chokachi said, extending his muscled arm.
   Nice meeting you David. Lorenzo said, shaking Chokachis hand. Now
dont do anything stupid like that again! Lorenzo smiled.
   Dont worry, I wont. Chokachi said. He looked down at his body,
seeing his erect cock. He thought about moving his body around to hide his
erection, but realized that Lorenzo had probably seen it by now already,
so what was the point. 
Besides, he has a woody of his own.
   If youll follow me, I need you to fill out a couple of rescue forms.
Lorenzo said.
   O.K. David said, getting up. He dusted the sand off of his golden
body, and followed Lorenzo down the beach. He couldnt help swooning as he
saw Lorenzos hard and firm ass, leading down to long, tapered, well
muscled legs. They moved on in complete silence, each one not knowing what
to say to each other. There was obvious sexual tension, but neither one
knew how to make the first move. When they reached the lifeguard
headquarters, Chokachi was led into a small room. He was handed a pen and
a form by Lorenzo, and was asked to spend a couple of minutes answering
the questions.
   David sat down on the couch in the room, and his heart beat rose
slightly when Lorenzo sat down next to him. David tried to concentrate on
the forms, but realized that both of them were still wearing there
revealing outfits, and Lorenzos dick was still stiff as steel. He wrote
down his name-
Lorenzo was looking at him with those dark, deep eyes.. ruby lips..
-his address-
God, look at that body. Those firm pecs, and that fucking six pack! Jeez!
-his age-
How big is that dick.. ten, eleven inches?
-and realized he was too excited to do this anymore. David was on the
verge of leaping onto Lorenzo when he felt a hand slowly place itself on
his inner thigh. The hand was big and masculine, hairless and strong. The
hand slowly moved up his thigh and crept into the bottom of his underwear,
squeezing the shaft of his cock. David turned to look at Lorenzo, and
their eyes locked. David could feel the hand slowly moving up and down his
dick, and could not control himself any longer. He lunged at Lorenzo, and
thrust his lips against the hot mans. Their kiss was insane, filled with
animal lust. The sexual excitement had turned them into beasts, and their
tongues leapt into each others mouths as they searched for something
which would cure their passions. David could feel his body shifting and
soon found himself lying on his back on the couch with Lorenzo on top of
him. Both men were furiously pounding their bodies into each other,
gyrating their groins to massage both of their dicks. David could feel
their flesh connecting at everypoint possible, and was in euphoria.
Lorenzo moved his guzzling down Davids neck, and buried his face into the
cleavage between his pecs. David could feel Lorenzos penis hard between
his thighs, so he began to rhythmatically bring his thighs together and
apart, squeezing Lorenzos dick with each connection. Lorenzo had moved to
ravage Davids nipple, and David could feel the cum rushing up his shaft.
Lorenzo, too, was on the verge of his climax, and with a shout in unison,
both men released their loads. The cum bubbled out of both mens skimpy
clothing-
We never even removed our fucking underwear.. not that it made much of a
difference..
and both men collapsed in exhaustion. Lorenzo and David exchanged a couple
of pecks, relishing the aroma both of their bodies were producing. Lorenzo
sighed as he realized he had a job to do, getting up off of David. He
wanted to see more of David, but he knew that it would only make it worse.
His job would be too much for David too handle, just like all the other
guys, and David would leave him, making him sad and depressed. David saw
Lorenzos sadness as he said good-bye and left, and turned to finish the
form. 

   John MacAster had gone down to complement Lorenzo on a rescue well
done. Being the head lifeguard, he always liked it when his men did a good
job. Finally reaching the rescue form fill out room or screw the
secretary room as he liked to call it, he was surprised to hear moans.
Peeking through the door crack, he saw Lorenzo and the man attacking each
other furiously in a kiss. MacAsters face reddened in anger as he saw
this and he stormed off. To think, he was going to say that Lorenzo had
done a great job! Now he was going to make sure that Lorenzo didnt have a
job at all!!!


DAVID CHOKACHI- Part 4

Chokachi completed the forms five minutes later. He laughed to himself
when he noticed the cum that had stuck to his legs-
I went to the beach to clear cum off, not to get it back on me!
and gave the secretary at the desk the finished papers. She gave him a
quick smile, and gave him a brief view of her panties. Chokachi smiled
back, but made no move to show he was interested. On his way out he
couldnt help noticing a stout man with a crimson face glaring at him
angrily, but Chokachi just shrugged. A lot of guys were jealous of him,
not something which he took any pride in but something he couldnt help. 
   He realized that somewhere along the line he had lost his clothes,
(except for his underwear) but his apartment was just up the beach so it
wasnt too big of a deal. He couldnt wait to tell his roommates about the
interview, but decided he would keep his little beach incident to himself.
He had always prided himself on being a good swimmer, and his roommates
would never stop laughing at him if he told them that he had nearly
drowned. Jogging into the small grey building he called his home, he
noticed how ratty a place it was compared to Hasselhoffs office.
Hey, at least its near the beach.. and if I get that job... 
   The small, weasly desk clerk gave him a toothy grin, blowing him a
kiss. Chokachi shuddered, remembering all the times the clerk had patted
him and tried to grope him.
God, I want that job!
   Chokachi ran up the three story flight of stairs to his apartment, and
knocked on the door. 
   Hold on a sec... a rough, male voice called. Chokachi waited for two
or three minutes before the door slowly opened, revealing an Italian man
who barely fit into the doorway. He had jet black hair covering a broad
face sporting black eyes and a light dusting of hair. His tree trunk of a
neck led down to a massive body, with mountains for pecs and small hills
for abdominal muscles. The whole landscape of bumps was covered in a light
layer of black hair, pointing down like an arrow to the gold which lay
below. His incredible arms sprouted off his broad shoulders, their biceps
the size of basketballs. His legs were cannons, rippling with muscles most
men didnt even know they had, their long beauty leading to an ass as hard
as a rock. The man was a stud, sporting a huge physique covered in creamy,
bronze skin, melding beautifully with the only article of clothing he
wore, a pair of black, silk boxers.
   Hey Antonio. Chokachi said, smiling to himself as he saw his
roommates body. Antonio was a god, and unlike most men like him, the man
didnt even realize it.
   Hey Dave.. how did the interview go? Antonio asked, his rich accent
sending tingles down Chokachis skin. Did you have to fuck that guy
Hasselhoff? Antonios eyes had drifted down to the cum on Chokachis
legs, noticing the creamy appearance of his briefs.
   Actually, I didnt have to fuck him, but I did it anyways. Chokachi
said, smiling. Wheres Matt?
   Hes in the kitchen eating, microwave food of course. SHIT, we could
use a cook, huh? Antonio said, giving Chokachis ass a tight squeeze.
   Yeah... Chokachi said, giving Antonios own ass a grope. All of the
men were good friends, and had no inhibations about showing off their
horniness among each other.
If I get this job, we can have our own fucking restaurant.
The men made their way down the short hall and went into the kitchen. It
was probably the biggest room in the place, housing an oven and microwave
in one half, and a pretty big table in the other. Sitting at the end of
the table was a beautiful man who fit into the hunk category just as
easily as Chokachi and Antonio. He had short brown hair which framed a
squarish face, with fine, chiseled features and a blunt, strong jaw. He
had baby blue eyes and thick, red lips- features which went well with the
gold loop earring he wore in one ear. His body was bulkier than
Chokachis, but not nearly as huge as Antonios, and it didnt have any
hair on it at all. His resemblance to the short haired Chris ODonnell was
uncanny, and was commented on by everyone.
   Hey Mark. Chokachi said, noticing that the man was naked except for a
small, gold chain he wore around his thick neck.
   Hey babe.. howd the interview go? Mark asked in his classic tough
guy voice. Mark was very macho in his attitude, but Chokachi always
assumed that he was a bottom type of guy when it came to sex. Chokachi
sat down between Antonio and Mark, noticing how goddamn sexy the three of
them looked. 
   Pretty good.. so, did you get that job on Married with Children?
Chokachi asked. Mark, like him, was an aspiring actor, and he was up for
the part of Kelly Bundys latest stud boyfriend.
   I think so, bro.. they said theyd call me when they were sure, and I
could see that they all thought I had the body for the part. Mark said,
emphasizing his point by flexing his pecs. Antonio smiled and punched Mark
in the shoulder. Antonio was not into all of this acting stuff, and was
surprisingly very successful at being an architect, even though he was not
very artistic. Chokachi thought it was because Antonio worked as much on
his buildings as the construction workers, using his strength to do the
work of two men.
   Whats the role.. do you get to fuck Kelly or something like that?
Antonio asked seriously.
   No.. its only a two minute part or something, but Im shirtless in
it. Its basically something they can use in the preview commercials that
is hardly relevant to the show to get all the chicks to watch it.
Attracting the media... Mark continued. Antonio looked at him and smiled.
Chokachi realized that the muscular Italian had no idea what the hell Mark
was talking about, but had some type of genuine caring for Mark that went
beyond friendship.
Holy shit! I think Antonio has a crush on Mark!
   They had been roommates for a long time, but Chokachi had always
assumed that the three of them were just very close friends, almost like
brothers, who occasionally fooled around with each other. Whether it was
because of all the male bonding Chokachi did earlier in the day or
something else, Chokachi realized that the frequent smiles Antonio gave
Mark were signs of lust, not caring. Chokachi looked at Antonio, who was
glaring at Mark with an intense, passionate stare. Mark was completely
unaware of Antonios longing and continued to babble on about how he was
trying out for some movie about aliens having sex or something like that.
Chokachi saw the frustrated lines on Antonios brow-
God! He must have been trying to drop hints for months now- and Mark
hasnt noticed a goddamn thing...
-and realized he had to do something. Slowly moving his chair beside Mark,
so as not to draw attention to himself while the other two men continued
their conversation, he stretched out his muscled leg. When he felt it
connect with something hot and hard under some sheer fabric, he knew he
had hit the jackpot. He picked up a magazine and began to read it,
beginning to massage Antonios crotch.

   Antonio was going out of his mind. He loved the beautiful man that was
talking before him, but the guy just didnt notice his hints. Antonio
longed to grab Mark and slam his big dick into Marks carved ass, but Mark
was too fucking stupid to realize that he wanted him. As Mark continued on
about his movie auditions, Antonio fantasized about licking Marks tight
nipples, running his fingers over Marks hard abs...
   Suddenly, he felt something against his crotch. He felt the intruder
stroking his shaft, poking at his balls with their soft toes.
Somebody was playing with his dick under the table!
He looked opposite him at Chokachi and Mark. Chokachi was flipping through
a magazine, while Mark was staring at him. Antonio was confused- he didnt
want to bring attention to the guy who wasnt massaging his organ by
looking under the table to see who was feeling him up, but he was dying to
know.
Damn! Theyre both sitting so close to each other! It cant be Mark, but
then again, why would Chokachi do it... and Chokachis just flipping
through a magazine and Marks staring right at me... Oh my god! Its Mark!
   Antonio realized that his deepest desire had just come true! Giving
Mark a little wink, he leaned further back, giving Marks foot more access
to his steaming groin.

   Mark was confused. He had just seen what he thought was a wink coming
from Antonio, but he wasnt sure. He had known Antonio for almost four
months now, and knew that the muscular man always saved his winks for
capturing woman who he wanted to fuck. 
Just your imagination, Mark... Dont think anything of it.
Antonio leaned back, stretching his Adonis physique, and Mark felt his
dick harden. He had always had a bit of a crush on Antonio, but he did not
want to jeapordize his relationship with the Italian by succumbing to his
feelings. The outcome could be embarassing and even violent- Mark knew how
much some Italians hated queers.
Oh well.. keep on dreaming, buddy.
Mark sighed, knowing that him and Antonio would never be together, but he
was sure that Antonio had winked at him.. sure of it.

   Chokachi was too immersed in pretending to read the magazine that he
was unable to see Antonios reaction, but he noticed the lapse in
conversation. Chokachi waited five minutes before stopping his reading,
realizing that the room was strangely silent.
I hope it worked.. for both of their sake...
Chokachi got up and walked down another short corridor which lead to his
room. He still had cum on his lower body, and even though it was only five
oclock in the afternoon, he decided to take a shower. His room was fair
sized, housing a double bed, closet, and a desk. On the desk was a
Macintosh computer, something his parents had given him when he moved
away. He turned the computer on, deciding to check the internet briefly
before he took a shower. He was not a computer freak, but he enjoyed the
occasional internet surf, and liked to take a look at the
alt.sex.stories.gay newsgroup once in a while. 
   Recently, he had read a story called Tommy which he especially liked,
mainly because it closely resembled his teenage years. He was the class
beauty, but the only other kid he ever felt really close to back then was
his best friend, Brian. Brian was also another of the studs, with looks
very similar to the Brett character in Tommy. They were both on the
football and wrestling teams, and spent all of their time together.
Chokachi had never gotten up the nerve to try anything with Brian, and now
it was too late. Brian had been hit by a car, and died, when they were
both seventeen. It was a traumatic experience for Chokachi, but he had
grieved for some years, and now he could look back at their friendship and
remember the good times, not just the crash. Logging on to the newsgroup,
he flipped through numerous advertisements-
Why the hell do people post things like come see my tits at... in a gay
story newsgroup?!?
and soon got frustrated. Flipping off the machine, he rummaged through his
drawers for shampoo and soap, slipped a towel around his lean hips, and
went to finally wash the cum off of him for good.

   Antonio watched Chokachi leave the kitchen and smiled. Shifting his
chair over to Mark, he looked at the young stud and smiled. Mark gave him
a confused look-
What.. like he doesnt expect him rubbing my dick under the table to lead
to more... Sorry hot stuff.. were gonna be rockin real soon...
but Antonio saw that Marks dick was as hard as a table leg.
and nearly as big....
   Lie down on the table, Mark. Antonio barked. This came as a shock to
Mark, but he noticed the sternness in Antonios voice and complied. Mark
hopped on to the table and stretched his body over the hard surface. He
was on his front, so he couldnt see what the big Italian man was doing.
Antonio licked his lips when he saw Marks hard bubble butt.
   Turn around, stud. Antonio said clearly. Mark complied, revealing his
muscular torso. Antonio noticed that Marks chest was bathed in little
droplets of sweat, his nipples hard and firm. Nestled between his rippled
lower abdomen lay his bare cock, as hard as rock. Antonio slowly slipped
down his boxers, revealing an eight incher nestled in a thick bush of
black hair. Antonio saw Marks eyes bulge, a mixture of shock and lust,
and moved closer to the stud on the table. Without a warning, he leaped
onto the table and pounded his crotch into Marks face. Mark had no choice
but to open his mouth for air, and when he did, Antonios dick slid into
the warm opening smoothly. Antonio saw Marks mouth stretch to accomodate
the massive intruder, dimples forming in the middle of his cheeks. Antonio
was kneeling right before Marks eager mouth, and he could feel Marks
hands kneading his buttocks, poking into his steamy hole. Antonio slowly
started to fuck Marks face, seeing the passion that was floating in
Marks bright blue eyes. 
God, hes so beautiful.

   Chokachi switched off the shower. Rubbing his hair dry with a towel, he
left the room. He didnt bother drying off his body or putting anything
on- it was common practice for the three men to walk naked through the
apartment to dry off. Chokachi was about to go to his room to slip
something on when he heard moans coming from down the hall. Sneaking up to
the kitchen door, he slowly opened it a crack. Gazing through the small
sliver, he saw a sight which nearly made him cum again right there, even
though he felt as if he had cummed all he could during the day. Marks
muscular body was on the table, his legs resting on Antonios shoulders
curving his body into a
Z shape. This left his asshole exposed to Antonios cock, which was
pounding it furiously. Both men were drenched with sweat, their eyes
closed in mutual thoughts of eroticism. Matt was licking his lips
furiously with his tongue, one hand slowly squeezing his own nipple, the
other pumping his dick. Antonio was holding onto Marks knees for support,
his body a blur as it slammed into Marks ass. 
Holy... DAMN!
   Chokachi felt a great urge to throw open the door and join their
fast-paced hump, but he realized that this was their first time with each
other and he didnt want to spoil the moment.
Not yet, at least.
   Mark screamed, and Chokachi saw the jizz exit out of his hard cock and
onto the opposite wall. Antonio had clenched his teeth and Chokachi was
pretty sure that he too was releaving his load. The big man collapsed on
the hunk under him, and Chokachi could see Marks hands running up and
down Antonios back.
   That was great Mark. Antonio whispered in a soft voice, rolling his
tongue up and down Marks face.
   You too, hot stuff. Mark answered. His eyes were closed, his face
holding an expression of pure bliss.
    Chokachi smiled, closing the door and going back to his room. He was
happy for Antonio, but it also sparked something in him which he never
thought he would feel- jealousy. He was not envious of the fact that
Antonio and Mark were now lovers, (although he had to admit that he would
have loved to be the one being pounded by Antonios gorgeous cock) but he
was upset over the fact that he was now the third party, and he really
had no one that was really his. Sure girls had always flocked to him, but
he had learned over the last couple of years that no matter how hard he
tried to love them in return, it just didnt work. Chokachi craved
manflesh, and he was a cat still waiting to prowl.
What are you talking about? Today you just got fucked by three hot guys..
You know how many men would have loved to have done what you did with
Charvet and Hasselhoff this morning! AND what about Lorenzo, huh? 
Chokachi sighed as he remembered Lorenzo. The Latin man had awakened
feelings he had never experienced before. Chokachi could feel his nipples
tighten, and could feel Lorenzo stroking his blond hair, running his hands
over Chokachis perfect body..
Chokachi went to his room and lay down on his single bed, closing his
eyes. It was only five oclock, but he was so weary from all he had done
that day-
Who knew fucking would be so tiring?
that he found his eyes drifting shut, seeing a skimpy, red speedo as he
passed into sleep.

   Head lifeguard John MacAster caught up with Lorenzo as he was packing
his bags to leave. MacAster looked at the Latin man with disgust- he was
furious over what Lorenzo had done earlier in the day, and he was also
jealous of the handsome man, something he would never admit to himself.
Just as girls hate supermodels because they are so darn pretty, MacAster
could not help feeling annoyed at how everything about Lorenzo was
perfect- his black eyes, ruby lips, smooth, tanned body... rippling with
muscles...
What the hell are you thinking, MacAster? You becomin a faggot?
   Hey, buddy. Can I have a word with you for a sec? MacAster asked
Lorenzo, his voice showing that he was making an order, not a suggestion.
Lorenzo looked up with surprise, noticing the angry look on his bosss
face and the hint of ire in his tone.
   Sure... Lorenzo said, following MacAster down the hall where they
could talk in private.
   Im going to cut to the chase... I saw you and that MAN committing
Gods sin on our own couch. What the hell were you doing off duty and what
the hell where you doing taking advantage of the victim like that?
MacAster barked, his voice a muffled scream.
   He was just filling out his forms... I was helping him... Lorenzo
said clearly. He knew that the issue behind this wasnt him going off duty
or taking advantage of the victim, but the fact that MacAster was a
homophobic bastard.
   HELPING HIM! Yeah, helping him cum, huh? God, you make me sick..
Listen, I know that I cant fire you for this, but you take my word that
by tomorrow, this story will be alllll the way around the office. Do you
understand? MacAster said sternly.
   Dont waste your fucking time.. I quit. Lorenzo shouted. He could not
believe that the words had come out of his mouth, but there they were, out
in the open. He thought that he was destined to be a lifeguard, but
MacAsters crap had made him realize how much he really didnt enjoy his
job. Sure, he was saving people- but he had no time for Lorenzo. It was
time for a change.
   I think thats the best choice, faggot. MacAster barked. Lorenzos
eyes darkened when he heard MacAsters insult, and he drew back his fist,
pointing the hard knuckles straight at the fat man. 
   You better not touch me... MacAster said sternly, but Lorenzo didnt
care. He propelled his hand forward, as a sub would launch a torpedo, and
heard bone crunch when his fist connected HARD with MacAsters jaw.
MacAster collapsed, blood running down his nostrils and squirting out of
his mouth.
I hope I didnt kill him.. actually, screw that. I hope the fucker dies..
Lorenzo used MacAsters uniform to wipe off his bloody knuckles, and then
walked out of the building, head high and heart proud.

NEXT: PART 5: ALTERNATE UNIVERSE????????????????????