This story fast-forwards about a year and a half from when Chris and Roman met at the Palm Bay library in Florida. Roman was now a second year statistics major at Sydney University, while Chris was in his third year studying history at the University of Miami. That year, Chris decided to transfer to Australia, much to his family’s disappointment. However, Chris was already an adult, had his own credit line (he was already more than $25,000 in debt, so how much difference would a few extra thousands make?) and should be responsible for his actions.
Chris and Roman were now room mates. They remained very close friends with the occasional “benefits”. They weren’t dating because Roman was still uncomfortable being gay and Chris, being out of the closet by now, found that to be problematic. He also wanted to meet new people. After all, the Sydney gay scene was thriving, and it was home to the world’s greatest gay beach, North Bondi Beach!
Starting in September, Chris and Roman worked together as lifeguards at Bondi Beach. Like the rest of the male lifeguards, their uniform was a tight speedo and colourful patrol cap with a chin strap. Everybody wore the speedos, and the women (there were a handful of them) wore either a bikini or a one-piece swimsuit. It was basically a dream job: Patrolling a gay beach alongside dozens of beautiful athletic guys while wearing skimpy speedos. They worked long hours, but the pay was decent and most importantly, lifeguards were basically heroes in the Australian community!
Between their lifeguarding job and their rigorous swimming training schedule at the university sports complex (which was only a short walk away), Chris and Roman became used to wearing speedos all day. There were no surprises when the Bondi Beach Lifeguard Society decided to hold a fundraiser and have all lifeguards participate in their speedos.
“We’re planning a $5 carwash tomorrow (Saturday), right by the gas station at the entrance to North Bondi Beach,” announced Fred, one of the senior lifeguards. Fred was around twenty five, around Chris’s height and slim, had golden blonde hair and a deep bronzed tan. He looked like a quintessential Australian lifeguard. He also looked extremely hot in his blue speedos. “The proceeds will go towards Sydney’s Children Hospital. We’ll need at least twelve of you to have a successful operation.”
Immediately, Chris and Roman signed up. They were to arrive at the gas station at 8:00 am sharp, ready in their speedos. Shoes or sandals were a must, since they’ll be walking on asphalt. They were to bring rags, sponges, and cleaning detergents, and be well rested.
“Guys, this is a very important job, you’ll be there for almost ten hours,” warned them Fred. “Usually the fundraisers are left to the senior lifeguards. You’ve got a reputation to maintain as North Bondi Beach lifeguards. So far, you’ve been wonderful, but still, are you sure you wanna do this?”
“Of course!” chimed Chris, “I love doing fundraisers. Besides, it’s just a car wash, pretty hard to screw up isn’t it?” He was right.
Fred sighed. “You can’t flirt with the customers, boys.”
Ah, nuts! “But what if…”
“Yes, this is a gay beach, and you’ll be getting a lot of dudes ogling you, and some will probably spank you or even try to grab your package. But you can’t reciprocate, remember you’re doing a job, you’re raising money to help sick children, and that’s that.” Right before leaving the senior lifeguards’ office, he added as an aside, “But, what you do with your customers after your shift is over…that’s entirely up to you.”
Roman looked at Chris. He knew what he was thinking. They smiled mischievously to one another.
The lifeguard association posted information about their car wash online. There was even a facebook page for it. Immediately, suggestive comments started popping up. It seemed lifeguards were EXTREMELY popular at Bondi Beach. There were several pictures of lifeguards on patrol, all wearing speedos and looking into the distance. There was one shot of Fred wearing a black speedo and sunglasses. The camera was angled so the bulge in his speedo looked especially prominent, looking like a possible hard-on.
“Dude, do you think they’ll post our pictures too?” asked Roman. Chris smiled, “I don’t know, I guess we’ll find out tomorrow. But I definitely hope so.” He scrolled towards his private messages, and noticed he received a message from an unknown customer.
“Yo Roman! Check this out!” He yelled to Roman, who was starting to lose interest. The message came from a person named Jean-Paul Duval and read ‘stalker’ all over it.
“Hey there, speedo boy! I see you decided to join the event tomorrow. Well, guess what. I’ve been following your LifeOut profile for a while now and I just realized you moved in with your friend, Roman Somers I believe? Well anyways, I’ve got an idea: You like being tied up don’t you? I'm gonna be at the car wash tomorrow, right before you finish, get my car washed and then have a little bit of naughty fun with you two

“Roman, what the fuck is this?!” asked Chris. He was legitimately angry and creeped out.
“Oh yeah,” Roman mumbled, “There’s something I need to tell you, Chris.”
TO BE CONTINUED…