The lifeguards and beach patrol officers of the area were always at odds with each other. They would constantly compete with one another to determine who was the real king of the beach. That was until this one slow Monday morning when it just so happened that only the lifeguard chief and the beach patrol captain were both on duty. Seeing that the beach was practically empty, both men agreed to compete in one last race to finally settle the bill. And to amp up the stakes, they had each put their own dignity on the line.
The patrol captain was well into the lead until he had slipped and faceplanted right into the sand, giving the win to the chief lifeguard. Accepting the terms of the competition, the captain stripped down and handed over his uniform to the lifeguard - a long-standing score now settled between two gentlemen. At least nobody was there to witness the humiliation of his defeat, the captain consoled himself.
Luckily for him, the beach was even emptier than before, so he easily snuck around without getting caught. All he had to do was get to his car and his little naked run would be over. He was now crouched behind the veranda, his parking spot already within sight. He was about to make a run for it when he suddenly heard someone wolf-whistling behind him. He turned around and saw the rest of the lifeguards already recording him, naked and exposed. "Nice ass ya got there, cap! I'm sure the rest of the patrol officers would love to hear about the time their very own captain forgot about our beach's public nudity laws!" The lifeguards jeered.
His face turned red as he noticed more and more people already watching him. He should have known this entire ordeal - the race, the "accidental" slipping, and the stupid naked bet were all part of the lifeguard's plan. He was almost frozen out of shock with his cock left out in the open. It took him a few moments to get back to his senses, quickly clasping his hands over his crotch and running through the beach, not anymore caring about who else might see him. The only problem now was that the only thing left in his parking spot was a note about his car getting towed - something the lifeguards didn't actually do and was just plain bad luck on his end. Without any other option left, the naked patrol captain grabbed a fallen palm frond and made his way back home on foot, passing through the town center with his head held low.
theartofmadeline
titsay
discoholicmusic
stormborns
tangentwithtanner
kaledo-art
