Like so many in 2020, I've found myself with more time at home, turning to those things that provide comfort in an otherwise insane and tumultuous time. One of those comforts has been television, specifically those shows that I used to watch when I was younger that provide me with a sense of nostalgia that is quite needed and welcome in the age of COVID.
One of those shows was Baywatch. For those too young to remember, it was a show that ran throughout the 90's that featured the trials and tribulations of lifeguards on a California beach. It featured some very hot and attractive individuals.
This story is about one of the Baywatch lifeguards, Cody Madison, portrayed by the insanely hot, sexy, and handsome David Chokachi (seriously, look him up if you don't know him). He was one of my first (if not THE first) gay crushes I had and helped me figure out I was attracted to men. I would watch the show religiously, grateful that I could pretend that it was because of Pamela Anderson, and not having to reveal it was because of the blond, tanned, muscle demi-god that was David Chokachi. This story takes place when he was at his peak physical perfection; 1997.
The other character featured in this story is based on someone I (virtually) met on social media during these times that also shared a love and lust for Cody Madison/David Chokachi. This fantasy is based on some very hot conversations and fantasies we've shared.
I understand this story is reaching back to the mid-90's and doesn't feature a "current" celebrity, but I beg your indulgence as I reach back to my younger times, to happier days, to remember and dream about one of the hottest men I've ever laid eyes on.
Of course, this is a work of fiction. Baywatch was shown on NBC and was produced by GTG Entertainment, All American Television, Pearson Television, The Baywatch Production Company, and Tower 12 Productions. I have no rights to this show. I do not know David Chokachi and do not know his sexual preference. If you are offended by scenes of homosexual male sex, then navigate away from this page immediately.
I'd love to hear if people liked, hated, or were indifferent to this story. I also like to hear ideas and suggestions folks might have on how this story should continue, it if does. So feel free to drop me an email at ryanswim83@gmail.com. I want to hear from you!
"How the fuck did this happen!?" Cody thought with alarm
Cody was lying on his back on the floor of the lifeguard watch tower; his trademark red trunks down around his ankles. Matt, the rookie, had maneuvered himself so that he was kneeling and straddling Cody's face; knees on both sides of Cody's head pinning him to the ground, not letting him escape. Matt had already stepped out of his own standard-issue red trunks and revealed the behemoth he hid beneath them. A cock that while already impressive in its flaccid state, was quickly beginning to grow and swell and cause no small amount of concern and intimidation for Cody as he saw just how big this rookie's cock truly wasÉconcern but also lust.
Lust? Cody had that feeling more times than he could count in his lifetime, but never like this. Sure, he lusted after high, tight sets of breasts on a woman, or a young, muscular jock and his bubble butt...But never for a cock. He had never seen a dick on a man and lusted for it. Wanted it. Desired it.
But there was no denying it. It was lust. The rookie had the biggest cock he had ever seen on a man. Bigger than his own in fact. The dick plumping up before his very eyes was cut and at least 8.5 inches and probably pushing close to 9. Straight as an arrow and thick as a wrist with a pulsating vein running along the top. A pair of balls on him, big but not low hangers, tight in their sac, that Cody could already tell were churning with hot molten cum. And all of this capped off with a mushroom head, a ridge of cockflesh running around the circumference, super sensitive and demanding a tongue to trace its edge, to bring it and its owner pleasure.
Resistance wasn't possible. Even though Cody was a world class athlete and strong as an ox, the rookie was stronger; strong like a bull. Just like his bull cock. And it wasn't just physical strength that kept Cody where he was. It was that cock. That cock that grew and expanded every moment Cody had his eyes on it. It was like nothing Cody had ever seen before, and it unlocked something deep inside him that he didn't know even existed. Something that was so buried in his psyche, he himself was unaware of it. It was an indescribable feeling and emotion that was novel to the blond lifeguardÉboth terrifying and erotic.
But Matt knew. As he hovered over the restrained hunk, he watched Cody's face as it displayed the inner turmoil he was experiencing. And as Cody struggled to process these new sensations and thoughts that were racing through his tormented mind, Matt could only smile. He knew what Cody was going through. He had seen it before. It had all the tell-tale signs. Eyes glued to his dick, lack of struggling to get out from underneath himÉthere was just one final test to make sure.
Without taking his eyes off Cody's dazed face, Matt reached behind him, running his hand down Cody's stomach, over the rippling abs and through the faint wisps of his treasure trail's hair serving to guide his hand to exactly what it was looking for. Not that it was hard to miss. Taking a firm hold of Cody's cock, he found precisely what he expected to find. A rock-hard erection. And an impressive one at that. It did the blond stud justice no doubt, more than ample to his frame and build, more than capable of seducing and pleasing any man or woman Cody lured into his bed. But Matt's was bigger. He knew just from the grip. His was thicker and longer; bigger in every way. Jerking it once, twice, three times caused Cody's eyes to flutter slightly but didn't cause him to break eye contact with Matt's dick. Yep. It had been confirmed.
Cody was nothing more than a size queen. And even more so, he was a submissive size queen that didn't even know he was one. It wasn't Matt's first experience with one. Matt had encountered these guys in the gyms and locker rooms of his past. Guys that are so used to being the alphas. They have the body, they even think they have the cock, and while they think they have the attitude of an alpha, strutting around, showing off, and thinking everyone else's job is to please and serve them, it's only because they haven't had someone come by to help them unlock their inner most desires and put them in their proper place. They don't know they have this deep seeded need to be subservient, to be a pawn, to be nothing but a bitch. They don't know because they've never had anything trigger that feeling, that primal urge that they have locked away and denied. Because they've never seen or had another man challenge them. But that always changes when Matt comes along. One look at his donkey dong, at the superior piece he had equipped between his legs and the fundamental shift inside of them begins. For some it takes longer to process these new feelings; for others, shorter. And with some, like Cody, Matt didn't have the patience for them to take their journey of self-discovery themselves. He has to help them along; to force them to accept their new place in the world. These kinds of guys were always Matt's favorites.
"Open up" Matt growled. Cody's catatonic face showed no change or recognition of the words being uttered.
Sighing, Matt raised his hand and slapped Cody across his face, the sting and residual burn enough to snap Cody out of his cock-induced fugue state.
"I told you to open upÉyour mouthÉnow" Matt snarled, quickly losing patience.
The part of Cody's mind that was still capable of rational thought heard this command and knew what it would mean. What he'd be subjecting himself to. How it would result in him being put in a position he had never been in before, nor never imagined himself to be in. That was not who he was! It was not what he wanted! But that's not what the sexual side of his mind told him. Not that side that caused his uncut cock to rise to attention without even being fondled, that caused his heart to race at a pace like he was swimming in the Olympic trials again, that caused his tan body to break out in a desire induced sweat, accentuating ever muscle and crevice along his muscular frame. It was that side that had control of his motor functions now. And that side of him knew that he was outclassed, overmatched. Dominated by this man who had pinned him to the ground and demonstrated his physical and physiological superiority. And the only proper thing for him to do, the only appropriate action for Cody to take was one of complete obedience to this superior man.
As Cody's mouth slowly opened, Matt spit on the buff lifeguard's face, some of the spittle landing in the opening mouth, the rest landing diagonally as droplets across his face. It didn't faze Cody though. In fact, Cody was only vaguely aware as Matt used one hand to grip his meaty dick and the other hand to take hold of Cody's tousled hair, gripping the prostrate lifeguards trademark California beach-blonde locks and snapping his head back so that Cody was looking up at him. Cody just lay there, mouth fully agape, while Matt took his dick and slapped the erect meat against Cody's face, first against each cheek, and then across the vertical length of his face; the lower part of the shaft landing on Cody's patrician chin with the remainder of the ample dick coming to rest against the nose and over his right eye. It was so heavy, so massive, so substantial.
Tracing the head of his dick along Cody's plump and moist lips left a trickle of precum that had escaped from Matt's piss slit, almost looking like the reclining lifeguard had put on too much lip gloss and forgot to rub it off. Matt could feel the hot breath exhaling from Cody's mouth against his cock and balls.
"Fuck, the guy's already panting like a bitch and we haven't even started yet" Matt thought to himself. "This is going to be funÉ"
With one hand, Matt took a firm grip on the base of his cock, and with the other hand an even firmer grip on Cody's disheveled hair. It was always better to control their head at first, they often weren't aware just how much they wanted it or just how much they could handle without the persuasion and encouragement that a controlling hand offered. As the mushroom head began to slide into Cody's gaping mouth, with a bead of precum dangling from the tip. Cody's rational mind flashed warning signs to his self-avowed alpha self. But it wasn't enough. All it did was serve to remind himself for a split second how he found himself in this precarious situation. It wasn't supposed to be like this. It wasn't supposed to turn out this way. The memory of earlier that day swept through his mind only to soon be replaced by the sweet oblivion of losing everything he once was, what he THOUGHT he once was, and to have it be replaced by his true-self. A subservient bitch to a big cock.
8 hours earlier
"This guy needs to be put in his place" thought Cody Madison as he watched his fellow lifeguard scan the ocean surf with his binoculars. "He's got to learn who runs this placeÉ."
Cody had been partnered with the rookie lifeguard, Matt, for the entire week, both of them assigned to tower #12; A partnership which was thankfully coming to a close with the end of their current shift. Matt was new to the force having joined just a week ago. As a veteran lifeguard with a couple years under his belt, Cody had been assigned as the rookie's partner for this first week, helping him understand the job and making sure he didn't make any rookie mistakes that could cost someone their life.
So far, Cody couldn't complain about Matt's work ethic or performance. The rookie had aced the tryouts and swim tests required to join Baywatch, easily proving to be the strongest and fastest swimmer out of all the potential recruits, a fact driven home by his stellar performance on the couple of rescues Cody and he had had to undertake this week. Mitch Buchannan, their captain, had actually remarked to Cody that Matt had bested Cody's own trial time from a few years back by a full two-tenths of a second, beating and replacing Cody's previously-held record for fastest ever swim by a recruit. Even before meeting the guy, Cody already had a reason to dislike him.
Spending time with him on duty had done nothing to improve the new guy's standing in Cody's eyes. The new guy stood at 5'10" and looked to be of some Italian or Mediterranean decent, his skin having that natural tan that individuals from that part of the world enjoy. He had a lean and toned body; every muscle developed and defined but not to the point of being outlandish or swollen, and features that matched his olive skin; dark hair and eyes.
Not that Cody was any slouch himself. Standing at 6' even, Cody took pride in his body and appearance. Once an Olympic hopeful, the years in the pool had given Cody a classic swimmer's build, toned and fit with broad shoulders. Since joining the force, he had bulked up a little, hitting the weights at the gym to ensure he had the strength necessary to carry victims to and from the water when necessary. All of this had resulted in giving Cody pronounced pectorals, rippling abs, well-defined lats, strong biceps, and firm quads. Combined with his handsome face, strong jaw, perfectly tanned and smooth skin, and his mop of golden blond hair, he was your quintessential southern California hunk; a stud by anyone's definition. And the women (and even the men) all had taken note.
Cody had already worked his way through dating some of the most attractive women on the force, namely CJ Parker and Lani McKenzie, both of them being attracted to him not only for his flawless body and handsome features, but also because of his generous and compassionate nature, and his winning sense of humor. In addition to CJ and Lani, Cody had enjoyed numerous one-night stands and short-term romances with a myriad of women, many of whom he had met right here on the beach. Very few women found themselves capable of resisting the lifeguard and the image of him in his red trunks running up and down the beach. A fact that Cody took advantage of whenever possible, seducing them and having his fun with them before moving on to his next conquest. And it wasn't just the women. Cody had found out that he was interested in both men and women from a pretty early age, an interest he indulged in from time to time. More than once had he noticed a supposed "straight" college jock or frat bro there with his buddies or girlfriend, checking him out while on duty. And more than once had Cody approached them at the end of a shift, made up an excuse of why they were needed to report with him to his tower, and ended up using them for his pleasure. He especially loved when these" straight" guys practically begged to be allowed to either suck or be fucked by the handsome 24-year-old lifeguard, something Cody was only too happy to agree to.
However, it was during this last week with Matt that Cody had hit a bit of a dry-spell. Normally not a week went by where he wouldn't fuck a girl (or guy) or two that he picked up at the beach. But this week, he seemed to have zero luck with his game; in fact, he felt like he was having trouble even being noticed by the men and women sunbathing in his patrol area. Hell, there had even been a bachelorette party on the beach yesterday, all 30-something aged cougars which Cody knew from past experience would only be too happy to sample what the lifeguard had to dish out but even with Cody running past them four times throughout the course of their party, not once did any of them take notice of the blond Adonis. And what made it worse, on his last pass, he noticed a few of them looking at the tower, staring at Matt, and giggling amongst themselves. A sure-fire sign of which hunky lifeguard they preferred. It was enough to get Cody's blood boiling.
But the one thing that seemed to bother Cody the most, the one thing he hadn't been able to shake all week was the constant noticing he kept making of the bulge Matt was sporting in his red swimming trunks. Being an athlete, Cody had a natural tendency to size others up when he met them, to compare himself to them, to make everything a competition; a competition he always intended to win and typically did. This extended to all facets of his life, including his physical appearance. Fortunately, his winning of the genetic lottery extended past just his handsome face and muscular body; it also applied to his dick. Growing up in the pool, Cody had been around many guys his own age in various stages of undress and always found himself to have one of the biggest dicks in the room. A point of pride that had boosted his ego and provided him unfathomable amounts of confidence. Nothing gave him quite as much of a jolt to his self-esteem as knowing the other guys were checking him out, taking notice of his size, and giving him the respect and admiration he deserved. And for those guys that really wanted to show his dick reverence, Cody had been only too happy to let them show it by dropping to their knees or getting on all fours after the pool had closed for the night and they were alone in the locker room.
But that bulge! Cody glanced down at his trunks and noticed that his impressive piece was barely noticeable thanks to the somewhat baggy material. Even adjusting himself through the trunks to try and make his dick look more pronounced did little to achieve the desired effect. So why did it seem like this rookie's bulge was so noticeable and distinct? Early in the week, Cody thought it must have been an optical illusion, a trick of light and shadow. But when he noticed the rookie adjusting himself, there was no doubt that bulge was no illusion. Cody's mind then went to forgery. He had heard of smaller men wearing cups or other padding to make themselves look bigger than they really were; to get that ego boost in public when in private they couldn't cut it. He grew obsessed. His need to be the best, to be the greatest, to be superior to others wouldn't allow him to let it go. Especially not when this guy was getting noticed while Cody was being ignored. His pride wouldn't let it go. He hatched a simple but direct plan to get to the bottom of itÉ
With their shift just ended, Cody and Matt were in the interior portion of tower #12, lowering the wooden boards over each of the windows the lined the perimeter of the building. The room was simply furnished; a few chairs, storage for their lifeguard buoys, a phone connecting them back to headquarters. With it being high summer, light still streamed into the room through the gaps between the wooden boards and the windows, casting an almost ethereal glow in the small, square room. As always, Matt tried to make small-talk. Asking about Cody's plans for the weekend and thanking him for his advice and mentoring throughout the week. Cody wasn't interested, responding with one-word answers.
"So, are you and Lani like, uh, dating or something?" The rookie asked the veteran lifeguard, snapping Cody to attention.
"Yeah, we are man, what's it to you?" Cody retorted, both his voice and body language showing signs of aggression as he took insult to the question.
"Hey, hey. No reason to get upset man. I was just curious. She's a hot piece man. I just figured if you weren't nailing it than someone should be. And that someone might as well of been me. I didn't mean to insult you, no need to get your panties in a twist." Matt replied. Cody was pissed. This fucking rookie had the nerve to think he would even have a shot with a girl like Lani, that Cody wasn't man enough for her. It sent him into overdrive.
"And what do you mean by that, Matt. You don't think I could keep a girl like Lani?" Cody snarled.
"No, not at all. I just didn't know what was going on between the two of you. I just figured if she was single, I'd try to hit it, you know what I mean?" Matt replied, trying to defuse the rapidly escalating situation.
"Ha, like you'd even have a chance with a girl like Lani" Cody said under his breath as he turned to put his buoy into storage.
"And what the fuck is that supposed to mean?" Matt's voice raising now, not liking the insinuation Cody had made with his comment.
"C'mon man. Why would a girl like Lani go for a guy like you, when she's already had a man like me? You don't switch from grade A prime beef to chuck roast. Best stick with the old ladies that you're probably used to; leave the babes to guys like me" Cody snorted.
"Fuck you man. I've fucked girls 10 times as hot as Lani before. And more than one of them had a boyfriend who thought he was God's gift to women. I have no problem with showing their girlfriend just how mediocre their boyfriends really are. How much more of a man I am" Matt responded. "Sounds like maybe I should show Lani exactly what she's missing by being with you instead of meÉ"
As Matt's comment trailed off, Cody's mind could only see red. Who the fuck was this kid? Coming in here thinking he was all superior and shit? Implying that he was more of a man than Cody in the bedroom, that he could please Lani in way's he couldn't. Please. His big talk was backed up by nothing. And Cody could prove it. And so, his hastily throughout out plan went into action.
Matt had turned his back to lower the last board into position over the window opening. As he did so, Cody approached him from behind, getting close enough to be within arms-reach. Cody's plan was simple and direct; he wanted to physically prove to this rookie that he was outmatched by Cody. Cody wanted to present him with tangible evidence on who was the true stud between the two of them and who wasn't. And the one area Cody knew he could beat him, despite all the tricks and shenanigans Matt undoubtedly employed to inflate his size, was in the cock department. Cody put his plan into action and proceeded to lower his own trunks down around his ankles.
As Cody's own impressive dick came into view, and before Matt could turn around, Cody hooked his hands into the elastic waistband of Matt's red trunk, took firm hold of them, and yanked them down to the floor. Cody was greeted with a view of Matt's firm and tight ass cheeks, a light dusting of dark hair on them. "Hmmm, once I expose him for being the little-dicked fraud I know him to be, maybe I'll show him just exactly how a man really does it and treat him to a good, hard pounding" Cody thought to himself, amused. Preparing to make the rookie feel like a fool, Cody puffed out his chest, flexed his muscles, stuck out his pelvis. He was going to make sure he was the very vision of masculine perfection when this rookie first laid eyes on all he had to offer.
But Cody's pleasant fantasies were quickly expunged from his mind as soon as Matt turned around, forced to step out of his trunks as he turned the 180 degrees required to confront the culprit.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing, dude?" Matt shouted, clearly upset that Cody had pulled the childish prank of pulling his trunks down.
But Cody knew instantly. He knew he had made a colossal mistake. It was like a punch to his gut as he saw Matt's dick come into view. As the huge dick and heavy balls entered his line of vision his entire demeanor changed as the intimidating physical stance he had struck to impress Matt changed to match his new mood. Was that flaccid? How? How could it be so big? How could Matt be bigger than him?
While Cody's mind attempted to process what it was seeing, Matt was pissed and shoved Cody, hard. With Cody's feet being caught in his swim trunks and his mind still grappling with the realization that Matt's big bulge was indeed legitimate as evidenced by the baton sized cock in front of him, he was caught off guard, stumbling back and falling on his ass.
The now fully nude Matt took two steps forward, towards the now fallen lifeguard, only then noticing that Cody was himself exposed. Stopping, it only took a second for Matt to realize what he was dealing with. Cody's eyes were glued to his now uncovered crotch, and while faint, Matt noticed that Cody's own dick ever so slightly jumped and twitched, maybe even plumped up a bit. And then he knew. He knew he had just discovered a size-queen; his favorite kind of man to break.
Looking at Cody more like wounded prey than a man, Matt didn't hesitate to take his shot and took advantage of the fallen lifeguard as he lay sprawled on the floor. Reacting before Cody had a chance to act, Matt stepped over Cody and dropped to his knees.
Current Time
As his cock slowly sank into Cody's mouth, past those sweet lips that just so recently had been spewing falsehoods and questioning Matt's superiority, Matt let out a deep and contented side. As he watched his cock ever so gradually snake his way into the awaiting receptacle that was Cody's mouth, Matt kept his eyes locked on Cody's own eyes, never breaking contact. There was so much one could tell from looking in the eyes. And Cody's eyes were saying so much. Cody's eyes were wildly darting around in his head as he grappled with his new-found reality. One moment they rushed up to look at Matt's face, to shoot him a pleading, panicked look; begging him without words to stop what he was doing, to not go any further, to just forget this whole thing and let him go. The next moment Cody's eyes would fly to try and look at the cock that was steadily and incessantly sliding into his mouth, wondering how much more could possible fit, how much more cock could this guy possible have to cram into his mouth, and being overwhelmed by seeing just how little had been pushed into his open mouth and just how much remained.
In Cody's eyes Matt saw fear, anger, distress, concern, worry, panic, disbelief, apprehension, and more. But he also saw lust, longing, desire, hunger. But deep down, past all those surface emotions, Matt saw the man that Cody thought he was crumbling away. The facade of a masculine, proud, confident, cocky, arrogant, assertive, and smug alpha that Cody had worked so hard to build and maintain was crashing down around him. And it was up to Matt to pick up the pieces, to build this man he was completely breaking, dominating and controlling into whatever he saw fit. And he had some ideas.
As the first sounds of Cody's coughing and gagging were heard, Matt couldn't help but smile. He was going to enjoy making a new cock-sucker out of CodyÉhell, maybe even more. But time would tell. For now, he'd just enjoy the journey.
Taking his hand off the base of his dick and moving it so that both hands were now resting on Cody's head, he took firm hold of Cody's golden hair to ensure he had complete control over his new fuck toy. As he continued to press his cock ever forward, past the sputtering and gagging resistance that was being offered by Cody, he knew it was going to be a fun nightÉand it was just beginning.
Hope you enjoyed the first installment. If there's enough interest, I might even write a second part. What do you think Cody and Matt should get up to in the next chapter? Write me at ryanswim83@gmail.com and let me know. I'd love to hear what you think and what you'd like to see.