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Your Beach or Mine? (1998) 12K [ADULT CONTENT] (VC) NC-17: AS, EX, M/M
A UFO/Baywatch crossover.
Mitch finds a dying Straker floating in the ocean. Can he save him?
(Okay, I wrote this as sort of a joke, but some people thought it was a hoot! :-)

"Your Beach Or Mine?"

A UFO/Baywatch story by Yuchtar

Warning:
Contains sexually explicit material
Adults only, please.

       Straker was floating. Floating? Why was he floating? Oh yeah, plane went down. Test flight, lost control - plane went down. Test flight? No that wasn't right. Straker wasn't a test pilot. Not any more. He was - what? What was he? A studio executive? Yeah, that's right. But no, it wasn't either. Damn, the salt water and the sun's heat were getting to him! He would die soon if he didn't get help.
       Mitch was taking his evening stroll along the beach. It was nice to get away for a few days like this - take it easy with no people around, no job stress, no parenting woes. Raising a kid alone was a hell of a job in and of itself, without being responsible for the lives of hundreds of beach visitors a day! He couldn't escape his training, however, no matter how deserted his little hideaway was. The site of the little dingy far out to sea was inescapable. Damn, he'd have to go rescue them, whoever they were!
       It was one man alone in an unmarked dingy. He wore the remnants of a flightsuit of some kind and was delirious from exposure. The penetrating blue-grey eyes were like needles shooting through him. It was hard for Mitch to guess the man's age. He had white hair, yet even with the weathering from the elements, the man still had a somewhat youthful appearance. The body was trim and firm and there was an inexplicable aire of authority and importance about him that Mitch could not define.

       A recent storm had knocked out the phone lines, but Mitch knew the man was not in much danger. He could handle things. Lots of water, electrolytes and rest is what the man needed and that was easy enough from Mitch's cottage. No need to panic and send up flares, just make the man comfortable and stop dwelling on how gorgeous he was, for crying out loud!

***
       The thumping in his head sounded just like waves hitting the shore. He didn't want to open his eyes, but the sound was really starting to irritate him. What the heck could possibly sound so much like waves? With a great effort, he got his eyes opened, but couldn't see anything at first. Just a big bright blur. Slowly, the blur swirled into shapes and then solidified into a quite nice beach scene.
       Waves. It really was waves. Why were there waves at SHADO HQ? He remembered now who and what he was and this was not what he should be looking at. He was Ed Straker, Commander of SHADO - Supreme Headquarters, Alien Defence Organisation. He occasionally played film studio executive as cover, but this was no sound stage. Oh, but the man strolling down the beach could certainly be a film star! Flowing dark hair just reaching broad shoulders, well muscled chest, long legs and tight - Good God! What was he thinking?! He must have drank too much of that salt water while he was stuck out there on the waves.
       The waves - so peaceful and soothing. The wavy dark hair - probably smelled like fresh dew - how he would love to run his fingers - Stop That!! Why the heck would he be thinking like this?! Ed Straker was not an overly sexual man, and while the experience of masculine love was not unknown to him, he was never one to play it loose nor to fantasize like this!

       "You're up then."
       The voice startled him. He hadn't realised the man had walked back to the cottage while he was arguing with himself. "Er, yeah," he replied dumbly.
       "Feeling okay? Kidney pain? Headache?"
       "No, no - I'm okay, I think. A little worn out maybe." Big green eyes and just enough hair on the chest to excite his fingers and - Quit That! "Where - where am I?"
       Mitch didn't notice the blush through the tan of the man's face. "You're in my cottage at Hideaway Cove. It's a private beach and the phones are down, but when you're well enough to travel, I can take you into town. My name is Mitch - I pulled you out of the water two days ago."
       "Thanks - I really thought I was a gonner." Straker tried to grin, but it didn't quite work.
       "What were you doing out there, if you don't mind my asking, Mr. …..?"
       "Oh, Straker - Ed Straker; I'm sorry, I guess I lost my ID out there somewhere, huh?"
       "Must have." Mitch narrowed his eyes a bit. "It's none of my business, really, but you're not into anything illegal, are you? Smuggling or something? I'd hate to think I ruined my vacation to rescue a smuggler."
       "No, no - nothing like that, I assure you." Straker managed to grin properly this time. "I'm a film producer. I was scouting locations when my chopper went down. The pilot shoved me out just before he hit. He didn't make it." Hope you believe that one, Straker thought, because you're sure as hell not going to believe my Lunar Shuttle was struck by a UFO upon reentry.
       "Too bad. I'm sorry. Can I get you anything? You hungry? Thirsty??"
       "Actually, can I borrow a razor? I'm feeling a bit …. Scruffy."
       Mitch smiled. Yeah, but scruffy looks good on you, he thought. "No, actually, I just used up my last one this morning. Sorry."
       ""S'okay."
       "There's a shower, if you'd like."
       "Do I pang?" Straker grinned.
       Mitch laughed. "Not really, but I was kind of looking forward to helping you!."
       Straker was stunned. Good God, it must be written all over my face! He thought. No, not my face …. He glanced down and noticed the bulge beneath the sheet. "Errrrrrr, I'm not usually …."
       "I've been admiring you since I pulled you in, Mr. Straker. I'm not usually either, but for some inexplicable reason, I find myself insanely attracted to you. Judging from the state of your …….. sheet there, you obviously like what you see as well. I'm game if you are."
       The grin exposed a whole lot of big white teeth and made the puppy dog eyes sparkle. Straker groaned. Maybe it was the fatigue, the stress of his ordeal. Or maybe he was still dying out on the water and this was all a dream. Oh, what the hell? If he was safe on the beach, there was no reason not to, and if he was dreaming just before death, might as well go out with a bang! He reached up and pulled Mitch down into a passionate kiss.

***
       Mitch pushed the sheet back to uncover the incredible body beneath it. The days spent on the water had deeply tanned Straker's face and down into a V shape on his chest where the flightsuit had been unzipped. The platinum white hair of his head, beard and chest was a stark contrast and almost seemed to glow. Mitch ran his fingers down the tan line, which disappeared right about the time it reached Straker's navel. The creamy white skin everywhere else was delectable and the feel of several days growth of beard was tantalising against his own clean shaven cheek.
       Straker explored the man's mouth with his tongue as he ran his fingers through the incredible hair as he had fantasized. It was soft and silky to his touch. Mitch had his hands all over him and Straker was straining through the white speedo he wore - the only clothing he wore. Not for long, though. Mitch slipped them off and stroked the hard cock that sprang forth.
       The waves continued to lap against the shore as the two men embraced, hands and tongues exploring. Straker pushed the loose shorts Mitch wore down as far as he could reach and began fondling in kind. Breathless, they separated long enough for Mitch to step out of his shorts - the only clothing he had been wearing -and climb onto the bed, and for Straker to slide his knees beneath himself on the bed.Their mouths met again, and Mitch fumbled around a shelf on the wall beside them.
       Straker began to kiss his way down Mitch's chest, prepared to take him into his mouth, but Mitch stopped him.
       "No - I want you inside me - now," he pleaded. He had a jar of lubricant in his hand and spread a generous amount around his ass and then gently massaged some into Straker's cock. Mitch lay back with his knees up and tugged on Straker to enter him.
       Grinning at the other man's eagerness, Straker accommodated and actually laughed a little at the groan that escaped Mitch's lips.
       "That's what I've wanted since I found you on the damned water, Straker."
       Straker grunted and pumped himself in and out. He was right earlier when he imagined Mitch had a tight ass - it was a sensual torture to his straining cock as he drove it in and eased it out. He used one hand to manipulate Mitch's cock, stroking it tightly to mimic what his own was enduring, while his other hand twisted through and occasionally gripped the tangle of hair on the other man's chest.
       Mitch toyed with Straker's nipples for a while, but had to lay back and grip the bed posts when Straker's thrusts became too much to handle. The pain was intense, yet it felt so good at the same time. He didn't know whether to yell in agony or in ecstasy, but yell he did, at the top of his lungs. A part of him was glad the beach was deserted, while another part wished to God everyone in the world could know just how incredible he was feeling right now.
       Straker was unused to such open displays and his climax, when it came, was all the more intense for knowing how much he was pleasing Mitch as well. Mitch screamed as Straker gripped him, cum shooting up to splatter them both, and he continued to moan and writhe for a moment after they had both gone limp.
       Straker grinned down at the younger man, so perfectly beautiful. Why the hell would a guy like this want him anyway? A broken down old war-horse, bowed by the weight of the world on his shoulders ……. But that's not what Mitch saw when he looked into those clear blue eyes. He saw an angelic figure - firm of body and bloodyminded. There was an aura about the man that suggested greatness and Mitch felt himself somehow privileged to have had him, however briefly.

THE END