Perhaps a thousand men visit this beach a week, maybe even more. There is only one that I long to hold, touch, and kiss. This certain somebody arrives shortly after one o’clock in the afternoon, working the late shift. Trent is seen climbing his lifeguard tower in a red bikini and relieves some twink of his lifeguarding shift. A white cotton towel is draped over Trent’s right shoulder. Once at the top of his stand, he has a seat, adjusts the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, and studies the swimmers in the Gulf, working.