Max Biggermen
Part Three
Jim's big day
Max cruised the beach for a while displaying his body for those that didn’t see him in the parking lot. Everywhere he went all eyes followed his movement. Mothers would cover their kid’s eyes when Max went by on the beach. The blatant display of masculinity made them blush. The husband on the other hand wished that they looked that good. Max knew what the men were thinking when he saw bulges forming in their shorts. He casually strolled past the tourist stopping for a moment to give them all a good at his buff body.
As an officer of the law he was called to the beach often for un-rulely beachgoers. He got to know all of the lifeguards quite well. He had fond memories of having many an encounter with all of them. Max made sure to go past all the guard towers and give they all a good view of his body once again. Max never would give up a chance to show off. His favorite person to show off was Jim. Max hadn’t seen Jim at the other stations when he walked by them. Jim always worked on Saturdays. The only station he hadn’t checked was all adult section.
“Ah there he is working his favorite section.” Max says out loud. “I think I’ll give him a show and put my beach towel here on the beach. Jim will spot me soon enough.”
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Jim, at one hundred and sixty pounds, was one of the best-built guards on the beach. All the beach patrons would gather around his tower. Spending most of the summer in the sun had tanned his skin to a golden brown. His hair wasn't quite short enough for regulations. Its blond highlights, blew in gulf breeze as it framed his tanned face. He worked hard keeping his body in shape. His diet and workouts were perfect. His body was tone and tight. His body fat percentage was at a minimum, almost to the point where the veins were staring to show.
Several times a week a swimmer would need rescuing. A lot of people would go out too far and get to tired to swim back to shore. Jim would jump into the surf and bring them safely back to shore. Most of the time the rescues would be a false alarm. The ladies, and some guys, would try to garner his attention by splashing madly about in the surf until he would come "rescue" them. Little did the ladies know that they were not his type. Jim was able to hide his preference from his co-workers. Only a select few knew what he liked.
His sexual preference didn't affect his job. Saving lives at the beach was his job. In the water everyone was equal in Jim's eyes. On the beach it was a different stories. Today Jim was stationed on the section of the beach he loved the best. Most of the time Jim's eyes and binoculars were trained on the water searching for trouble. But then something on the beach sand would catch his attention. Checking out the crotches on the guys was Jim's main pastime while on duty. Most of the guys wore board shorts that would cling to their wet bodies as they exited the water. Ever now and then a brave soul would wear Speedos to the beach.
A few times during the summer the local gym would hold photo shoot on the beach promoting a local contest. Big guys with big muscles and posing suits always, those are the ones that Jim watched. Their tan body, with their little suits was big turn on. On those days Jim could have had an obvious problem. His loose fitting lifeguard swimsuit had a tight fitting inner lining. Even though he loved building his body he would never want to get that big. Having that much muscle and parading around in that small suit would be too freaky.
All that was about to change in a few minutes