DAVID CHOKACHI

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????????????????????