Chapter 1: Day 1, Man on Barefoot Beach
June 2. Sunbathing and hidden behind sport recoil sunglasses, I watch the lifeguard on Barefoot Beach, consuming his lush lips, sun-golden chiseled chest, navel, and treasure trail of blond curls that spiral into his copper red trunk that contains a package of soft six inches within its Lycra material. I study his thick thighs in thin blond fur, his outlined pecs and firm abs, his half dollar-sized n*****s and wave of blond hair concealing his left eye. My eyes stray to his massive biceps, muscular cords that line his neck, unshaven cheeks, and astute looking chin. I place the stranger at twenty-three, a head lifeguard on the beach, his chosen career, and imagine our bodies as they collide together as one, mixing, kissing, pecs touching, and mounds
