Chapter 41

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Of course I have to pass the long stretch of Barefoot Beach to get back to my place. Certainly, it is no surprise when I see the beautiful and alluring Trent Long at his lifeguarding post. Keeping a distance of one hundred feet that separates us, I take in his suntanned back and shoulders, his shaggy hair and masculine figure. To no avail, my private parts sting within my shorts and a sharp vibration of excitement comes to life at the sight of his model-perfect good looks. Again, I long to be tucked next to his ripped body in the most naked stance, enjoying his skin. My fingers beg to run through his golden hair, along the length of his spine, and into his canary-yellow trunks where they can easily manipulate his taught ass. I long for the lifeguard in ways a man should not long for another man.