Lifeguards usually have a reputation as the cool, athletic, All-American hero types who save people from drowning at the beach. But what if I told you about a certain group of guards who aren’t quite the typical wholesome heroes? They’re more like the mischievous beach bums who use their power to lure in their next piece of hot prey.
Picture the scene – a scorching summer day, the sun shining down on sandy shores as seagulls caw overhead. The smell of saltwater and sunscreen fills the air. And patrolling through it all are the lifeguards in their tight red speedos, muscles glistening, eyes scanning the water for swimmers in trouble. Or at least, that’s their act.
In reality, certain lifeguards are seeking out conflict, not preventing it. They’ve got their eyes peeled, fishing for new prey in their preferred hotspot. The beach is their hunting ground and their tower gives them the perfect vantage point. They know all the best spots to lurk and lie in wait for a tasty morsel to wander by.
Take Blake, for example. This lifeguard has got his eye on a hot young guy named Joey who’s brazenly smoking a joint in a prohibited area on the beach. Blake sees his chance – a perfect excuse to motor over to Joey in his lifeguard buggy, all slow and casual.
“Excuse me, you’re not permitted to smoke that here,” Blake says, voice smooth as he steps out of the buggy. Up close, Joey can see the way Blake’s muscular thighs ripple beneath the tight red fabric of his speedos. Blake’s eyes remain locked on Joey, a playful smirk on his lips. It’s clear he’s enjoying this exchange.
Joey takes a long drag on his joint before replying, “Well, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize,” he says with a shrug. “But I think we could come to some sort of arrangement, couldn’t we?”
Blake raises an eyebrow, intrigued by Joey’s suggestion. “An arrangement? And what exactly did you have in mind?” He takes a step closer, invading Joey’s personal space. The tension between them is palpable.
Joey moves in until his chest is nearly brushing against Blake’s muscular arm. “I thought maybe we could find somewhere…private. And you could…search me. To make sure I’m not hiding anything else, of course.”
Blake grins, amused by Joey’s boldness. “I suppose that could be arranged,” he says, placing a hand on Joey’s hip and giving him a squeeze. “Follow me.”
And with that, Blake leads Joey by the hand over the hot sand towards the lifeguard tower, both of them knowing exactly what’s about to go down. Just another day in the life of a mischievous lifeguard looking for his next conquest. Join the fun with the hottest crew of guards busting beach bums in this sexy new video.
