Dave was bent over with his ass up in the air. He was looking for the lighter he had dropped last night as he was out sneaking a smoke. It was against the resort rules for any of the guests to smoke, of course, but so long as no one found out...
"Looks like I'm going to have to whip that ass, boy!" Dave gave a start and turned around to see Martin glaring at him.
"No way!" Dave wasn't a boy, either. He was almost nineteen, but he was slender and somewhat short for his age. To Martin, though, he was still just a kid who behaved like a spoiled adolescent. As a member of the resort's athletic staff, Martin was responsible for making sure that all rules were enforced, mostly because of insurance regulations.
There were special athletic programs offered by the resort that were popular with these teenagers, and Dave had signed up for the full week-long program. The parents of these boys were all rich, and they sent their sons to Martin each day for the direction and attention they didn't take time to provide themselves.
Dave looked slightly nervous, trying to read Martin's face for a hint of what was to come. He stood there
shivering, wearing just an old pair of work-out shorts with nothing on under them. He was supposed to wear a jock when he was on the athletic field (resort rules), but he hated being so constricted. Dave had heard rumors that some of the boys were known to be in Martin's quarters for "private" meetings. None of them would talk about what happened at those sessions, but they all acted subdued and embarrassed afterwards. Dave thought Martin was sexy as hell, and he always got a hardon just thinking about what went on in Martin's office.
"Looks like I'm going to have to whip that ass, boy!" Dave gave a start and turned around to see Martin glaring at him.
"No way!" Dave wasn't a boy, either. He was almost nineteen, but he was slender and somewhat short for his age. To Martin, though, he was still just a kid who behaved like a spoiled adolescent. As a member of the resort's athletic staff, Martin was responsible for making sure that all rules were enforced, mostly because of insurance regulations.
There were special athletic programs offered by the resort that were popular with these teenagers, and Dave had signed up for the full week-long program. The parents of these boys were all rich, and they sent their sons to Martin each day for the direction and attention they didn't take time to provide themselves.
Dave looked slightly nervous, trying to read Martin's face for a hint of what was to come. He stood there
shivering, wearing just an old pair of work-out shorts with nothing on under them. He was supposed to wear a jock when he was on the athletic field (resort rules), but he hated being so constricted. Dave had heard rumors that some of the boys were known to be in Martin's quarters for "private" meetings. None of them would talk about what happened at those sessions, but they all acted subdued and embarrassed afterwards. Dave thought Martin was sexy as hell, and he always got a hardon just thinking about what went on in Martin's office.