Children of a Lesser God

Dean couldn't help but smile and frown at the same time. He knew Mike didn't mean it. It was just something that he had come to accept. Thinking back, Dean had tons of questions and no answers.

How he got here? Where was he before this? Where was his family? Was Dean even his real name?

Why would he ask if Dean was even his real name? That was easy, when the medics were giving him a once over, the ID they found on him said his name was Dean Colt. They accepted it and he accepted it. It wasn't until he was later alone that he found several other IDs for different states. Of course the pictures in those IDs were of him when he was a bit younger and were all the same, but each one was for a different name in a different state. Since he was in Texas, he was using the ID he had for Dean Colt.

As for where the medics found him? He was supposedly in an accident on a bus coming to Texas. He wasn't the only one injured when the bus went off the road. There were several others who had suffered a range of injuries. As for Dean, his injuries were merely superficial, something the medics told him was rather lucky considering the bus had been attacked while a wild wolf demon.

Even that came as news to Dean since he didn't seem to understand what they meant by demon. After going through some tests and check ups with doctors, it was finally understood that he had amnesia. While some investigation went into find out his background within the state of Texas, nothing ever came of it and things slowly moved on from it. As for Laz, while he was able to be put up somewhere for a bit, it was going to be up to him to find a job and support himself, something which had led to him eventually coming to work for Club Star after a recruitment advisor suggested that he had the build and looks for it. She said it could be considered a dream job for a select few. The pay was high and there were dorms to live in along with meals provided. And the best part was that it was a year round job.

Of course, all of this came with a lot of testing at every turn for what they called a spreading infection. Not that Dean understood it, but the tests always came back negative so he didn't really place much thought into it. Once he began living within the club grounds and working, he didn't really think about it again since those types of problems weren't something that were talked about at the club.

Instead, Dean got used to the freedom and fun that was involved in being a part of a vacation resort and he had multiple talents that stood out, apart from his amazingly rock solid build and young, pretty face.

One of the training seminars involved self defense and it was soon clear that Dean was even better at it than the instructor. Although when asked about where he had trained, Dean could only be vague. Other activities, including physical ones, Dean picked up without a hitch. Tennis, volleyball, sailing or even waitering, bartending and cooking, Dean seemed to excel at all things, making the upper management look at him highly.

His background was pretty simple too, having grown up in the outskirts of Austin, his parents died when he was young but after he was old enough to graduate and he had no known living relatives. After high school, the discovered he worked a variety of odd jobs and moved around the state a lot, although most of the places he worked at didn't remember him, even if he was in their files somewhere. Since most of his previous employments lasted mere weeks, it was just thought that he was a drifter looking for a place to stay. While that led to them not wanting to hire him right away, after they met him, there wasn't a single no among the interviewers.

Due to all that, he had been living and working at Club Star for the past year, rooming with his only real friend at the place, Mike.

Mike's background couldn't be more different. Mike had grown up rich to rich parents. He lived the first 23 years of his life drifting from party to party. After having one too many run ins with the police, Mike's parents finally kicked him out and told him to find work and make something of himself before he even dreamed of contacting them again. Since Mike really only knew the party seen and had an attractive face, he ended up working at Club Star as well where he was roomed up with another new recruit, Dean.

Since then, the guys had lived together and got along fine. Although Mike didn't understand Dean's need to get up super early and work out and Dean didn't understand how Mike could live just barely getting by. But even with their differences, they found themselves as being tight friends. So much so that Dean eventually shared his secret with Mike, which went a long way of explaining why Dean was sometimes a little... different. In turn, this allowed Mike some clarity in his life, learning the lesson that had mostly escaped him in the past about how easy he had grown up compared to others.

The Mike of today was a far different person compared to the Mike who had moved in with Laz.

After the night of drinking and tending the bar, both men stumbled home looking a bit drunk. Mike had been trying to hit on customers which was a big no when Dean had seen him and dragged him away. The rules for dating were very strict at the club, but they were one of those unwritten things. That thing being you could do whatever you wanted as long as you didn't get caught or complained about. And Mike was in no shape to show his game face or make good choices.

"I swwaeaarrr mannnn.... You... r allwaysss... not.. drunk... like... me....." Mike said, barely. Although Dean was staggering a bit as well, he could still help Mike get in the loft and get to bed. To be honest, Dean always drank almost three times the amount Mike did, but it barely every affected him, something that didn't go unnoticed among customers. Dean's capacity was legendary but that didn't' stop the club members from doing their utmost to best him. And because it was something the club members paid for, the higher ups actually encouraged it with a whispered promise of a year of free drinks for anyone who could drink Dean under the table. But that was limited to one challenger per night.

It wasn't exactly legal or ethical, but they gave Dean quite a bonus every night when he won and this had been one of those nights.

After laying Mike down in his bed, Laz went over to his room and laid down as well. The room was nice considering it was a dorm style lay out. Just a simple desk, a comfy chair that rocked, a lamp and a bed. As for clothes, Dean had gotten quite a few, some bought and some as gifts. But other than that, the only other thing he possessed was a strange pouch. It had baffled him whenever he had tried to open it. Minus the one time he opened it and found a wallet with his ID and cash, he wasn't able to open it again. it was like it was sealed shut which considering it was a cloth pouch, shouldn't happen. Dean had even taken scissors to it once but they wouldn't even leave a mark, much less scratch it.

In the end, Dean just put it aside as being a part of his past that he didn't remember. He didn't have time to worry about stuff like that since living required you to just keep moving forward no matter what.

"And besides," Dean thought, "Maybe some day I will wake up and remember everything. I just hope I don't keep having those fucking dreams." It was a nice thought, but the dreams Dean had left him waking up panting and in a sweat. He just couldn't remember what they were about.

...

The next morning, Dean got dressed in some shorts and and went out the back door of the dorm room which lead right to the beach. Dean didn't know why, but he always felt at peace running along the beach and building up a sweat. When it was early morning, just as the sun was coming up, there was no one else around on the nude beaches, allowing Dean to run to his hearts content. More often than not he would desire to run naked, but that left challenges of it's own. The biggest one being that trying to run with any speed would cause his manhood to swing back and forth and smack himself in the thighs, causing him to have to slow down. Due to this, Dean fought back that urge while wearing skin tight shorts that allowed him to keep it tucked in. It was the best compromise he could come up with to suit his desire while giving him the workout he wanted..

Running along, Dean was able to feel the warm breeze off the water while feeling the sun come over the horizon. It was going to be another scorching hot day, but that didn't bother him in the least. He enjoyed the burn.

Normally, the reason Laz chose the largest clothing optional beach at the resort was because it wouldn't get filled until around noon while sometimes club members liked to camp on the normal beaches causing there to be people even at the break of dawn. When working out, Dean enjoyed his solitude.

This morning shouldn't have been any different until a startled scream woke him from his zen moment.

Looking over, Dean noticed three young women who had crossed their legs while using their hands to cover their chests. Although Dean didn't really have much insight into this kind of thing, he felt that they were over reacting considering this was a clothing optional beach.

Since they decided to go without clothing, being seen would be a given if another person was present. And despite the time of the day, there was no guarantee that no one would be out on the beach so this shouldn't have been that big of an issue.

"Sorry ladies. I will continue my jog and won't look back!" Laz said as he increased his speed, his black hair blowing in the breeze while his tight, muscular body put on a burst of speed. Best not to interfere no matter what the problem was.

"Maybe they were trying to get used to being naked so that they could come later with people? It wasn't something everyone could get used to. No way they were trying to sun bathe at this hour," Dean thought to himself. Either way, it was none of his concern.

"Wait!" Came a weak voice as Dean was running a bit faster to give them space while thinking he would have to make a detour on his way back. After hearing the call, Dean just stopped and jogged backwards while keeping his head forward and not looking at the girls.

"Yes?" Dean asked, still jogging in place.

Watching him do this while not looking at them, the girls couldn't help but laugh. It was clear this guy knew he made them uncomfortable and was doing his best to help while calming them down.

"It's ok. You can stop jogging." One of the girls laughed while watching Dean's routine.

"Alright. So what can I do for you young ladies?" Dean asked, still looking away from them but no longer jogging. Instead, he started stretching his arms and legs in an effort to loosen them up. The effect of doing so made his flawless form even more pronounced and the young women watching him couldn't help but feel a bit flushed. It was probably a good thing that Dean was still facing away from them since had his waist been facing them, his large member would have been clearly visible to the three blushing girls, even if it was still tucked in.

"You can look. It's alright." The same girl said.

'I guess she feels awkward if I talk while facing away from them?' Although Laz wasn't working or a lifeguard, the blue shorts he was wearing were just a different color from the ones that were normally reserved for lifeguards. They obviously wore red ones.

Dean turned to look and noticed that the girls had covered themselves up with their towels but seemed to be fidgeting slightly. Dean had no idea why.

"What can I do for you lovely young ladies this fine morning?" Dean said. Even if he wasn't working, he would still treat club members with respect. And since he didn't recognize the three of them, he figured they were members and not staff.

"Are you a lifeguard?" One of the girls asked.

"I am not although I do work here," Dean replied with a smile before going on.

"The lifeguards don't come on duty until 9am. If you ladies want to swim, I would suggest waiting until then unless you wanted to visit one of the indoor pools. They had lifeguards on 24/7."

"Well... we just wanted to... you know... try this out...." The middle girl said a little embarrassed.

"Ah! Yes. I can understand that. There is nothing quite as thrilling as bathing in the sun and swimming without clothing between you and the air and water," Dean said with a knowing smile. He felt the same way.

"Yes. Exactly. But... we can't really come here during the day so..." The middle girl continued while looking at her two friends.

Looking at them a bit closer, Dean could tell the girls really were quite young. Turning his head away, Dean continued.

"Yes. There is an age limit on this beach of being at least 17. I will have to advise you three to get dressed and head back inside or to one of the regular beaches if you aren't of age," Dean quickly brought out his training since this kind of event could lead to all kinds of trouble that no one needed, especially him.

"No. No... we uh... we are all 17. It's just that we came with our families and there is no way they would ever let us come to this beach," the girl on the right said still a bit embarrassed.

"Ah," Dean said, turning to look at them once again. As long as they said they were 17, he would believe them unless he had proof otherwise.

"But we wanted to swim at least but know we are not allowed to without a lifeguard or risk getting in trouble. Although we probably won't get banned, they would have to tell our parents if they found us so..." the girl explained.

"I see. Well... I guess you're in luck. Although I am not a normal lifeguard, I have been certified and trained. It's just not where I am normally assigned," Dean said, not adding the part where him being at the bar makes the club a lot more money than just spending time on the beach.

"REALLY?" The girls said at once, wondering if they had just gotten this lucky.

"Yes. I wouldn't risk my job by lying. Anyway, if you girls wanted to take a swim, I can stay here for about an hour and watch. But I will have to watch you. I can't turn my head away while you're in the water," Dean reminded them. If they wanted to be naked and swim, fine. But they would have to allow him to watch them do so the entire time.

Hearing this and knowing that he was being honest, the girls looked at each other for a minute before nodding their heads in agreement. They had decided to trust this young handsome man. Besides, having someone like him watch them wouldn't be the worst thing in the world either. Better than some old creep.

Without saying another word, the three young women stood up, letting the towels fall to the sand while fully exposing themselves to Dean. While they couldn't help but turn a bit red even up to their ears, Dean didn't end up being embarrassed in the slightest. And instead turned and walked to the edge of the water.

"The entire lake has been dredged and is cleaned on a regular basis so the sand feels amazing between your toes. Feel free to go enjoy yourselves," Dean said while waving for the girls encouraging. Although they felt a weird feeling of dejecting, seeing him not react to their naked bodies, it also put them at ease as they quickly walked to the water and dipped their toes in. Slowly but surely, the girls keep wading in deeper and deeper as Dean stood on the shore while keeping a careful eye on them. While playing and splashing each other, they couldn't help but remember that this slightly older guy was watching them and didn't want to act too childish. They soon found that the fun and excitement of doing something so daring helped to remove all of their embarrassment and they wanted to be even more crazy.

After a quick whisper, the girls came back to shore while Dean stood up from where he was sitting while watching.

"All done?" Dean asked as the girls walked towards him, their young and sensual bodies in full view.

"No. We just figured it wasn't fair that you are doing us a favor having to sit here while we have all of the fun." The shorter girl with the big breasts commented.

"It's quite alright. As a staff member of Club Star, I am happy to help in any way I can," Dean replied, wondering where they were going with this.

"Oh good. We are feeling a bit embarrassed about being naked by ourselves so we want you to get naked too," the taller one with the smaller breasts and athletic figure told him with a smile.

"Um... I don't think that's such a good idea seeing as how I am serving as your lifeguard at the moment," Dean replied, thinking that these girls might be up to no good.

"No choice then," the last girl who was not only pretty, but had a model like body and soothing voice said as she walked forward quickly and before Dean could stop her, she pulled down his tight shorts, causing his massive manhood to whip out and accidently smack her in the face before she could dodge backwards.

"OH... MY.... GOD....." said the stunned trio.