Slidezoff was built at the tail-end of the hottub craze out here in on the West Coast back in the seventies.When I took it over after an estate sale, it had slid into disrepair. Aside from a few dead rats floating in the rainwater at the bottom of the pools, the park hadn't seen any visitors in a decade or more

With the tidy sum I had from selling my pool supply business, I took it on myself to fix the place up. The owner before me had allowed most of the attractions to sit and rot for fifteen years, only bothering to upkeep the in-ground spa tub. Rumor had it that the guy ran wild orgies out of his house, a real "free love" type, with the hot tub as the main centerpiece. Judging from the ancient condoms I found clogging some pieces of the main pump, I didn't doubt those rumors. The fiberglass spa itself was built with German engineering, real top of the line back in its day, ten times more sanitary than the tiny redwood hottubs that had been so popular back in San Francisco in the 70's. The previous owner had placed it conveniently and conspicuously close to his sprawling 50's rancher. The only thing separating the tub from the backyard of the house was a flimsy chain link fence.

Considering the in-ground tub was in such good condition, I figured I'd leave it last to fix up. That and I also valued my privacy. The last thing I wanted were slack-jawed yokels running through my backyard. In the meantime I invested my money in repairing the slides, bringing the pools back up to code, and installing modern amenities. By the time it was over with, I'd constructed a pretty decent waterpark.

For four years things went on without a hitch. My income was seasonal, and so were the staff. I usually hired dumb college kids to act as lifeguards and pool cleaners. By a stroke of luck, I had also hired a repairguy, Eddy Howe, who used to work maintenance on the place back before I owned it. Now a retiree, he was pretty happy to have his old job back.

Eddy was skinny old black man, thin as a rail with a head of curly grey hair. He was also very sweet, and had become something of celebrity around the park. He easy-going demeanor was readily apparent, and he was close to most of the seasonal lifeguards, "Big Ed" they'd call him. Everyone seemed to love Eddy. But Eddy was getting old, and it showed in some of his work. Although he insisted that he loved his job, I could see that the energy he needed to get around and repair things here and there was starting to get to him. At some point I knew that I'd have to let him go.

The spa tub stayed out of use for a while. Eventually I had saved up enough money to refurbish the thing. It was the first day of summer in 2006 when I had Eddy finish cleaning and repairing the tub. I wanted to see how well it worked, to see if any of its mechanical components could be salvaged. Coincidentally, that day was the first day that Evan Corey was on the job.

Evan came from a very, very wealthy family who lived in Pacifica. During the interview he seemed like the perfect candidate to be a lifeguard at the park. He was friendly, courteous, outgoing, and seemed eager to start the job. He was certainly qualified enough, and physically he created quite the impression. He'd been taking business at Berkley and seemed on top of his game. It didn't take me long to make my decision.

Appearances can be deceiving. The other lifeguards had formed a pretty tight group, and were pretty hostile when they learned Evan would be joining the team. I figured it was a case of high-school jealousy or something. I heard them out, but their complaints didn't particularly register with me, especially after the interview I had with Evan.

On that first day of summer in 2006 though, I felt a sinking feeling as soon as Evan walked into the office.

"FUCK it's hot outside," he said quite audibly as he sauntered in. That was the first sign. This was not the well composed University student I had seen at the interview.

Evan slammed his bag into the locker on the opposite side of the room. He turned around and faced me with a cocky grin.

Now, when I said that Evan made a big physical impression, I was not kidding. The kid was 19 years old, a former teen bodybuilder. He was 6'2 and must have weighed at least 210 lbs. He had a buzzed head with dark brown sideburns down his impressive jaw. Underneath sharp eyebrows his eyes were a cloudy green, and his nose was greek. He stood facing me in white flip-flops, wearing a pair of white board shorts and grey tanktop that was stretched to the limit across his broad, muscular chest. Underneath it I could see his abs ripple.

"Evan, kid, what'd I tell you about the rules?" I asked him.

"Oh yeah. Alright, sure, no swearing, whatever. See any hot girls out there?"

I was taken aback. For a few seconds I thought he was joking. I shook my head. Maybe he was just this way with me, I figured. Maybe with the guests he'd be a bit more considerate.

"You're ten minutes late as it is, you better get out there." I said, and pulled out a silver whistle attached to a green string from my drawer. I threw it to Evan who strung it around his thick neck.

"Dope, alright, I'll get out there." He said. Then, honest to god, the idiot started stripping down right in the office! He took off his tank first, revealing his chiselled muscular physique. He threw it across the room onto a chair before hooking his thumbs into the waist of his boardshorts.

What happened next, fuck, almost gave me a goddamn heart attack. This overly muscled teen ripped down his boardshorts, exposing one of the most obscene bulges I'd ever seen stuffed into red speedo. Evan was hung like a goddamn moose. Every contour of his mammoth uncut cock was outlined by the skintight fabric. His balls were massive as well. I didn't know how the hell the whole thing was held in, considering his package bulged out a good six inches horizontally and was weighed down to mid thigh. The kid was blessed with some crazy genes. Not to mention his washboard stomach, cannonball shoulders and huge legs. Or his broad rippling back and plunging adonis lines. Now, I'm all about the ladies, but fuck I have to admit that seeing a virile tanned musclestud like him in front of me virtually nude gave me a half chub.

After regaining my composure, and before he headed out the door to the pool, I grabbed his beefy shoulder.

"Evan, look, you can't go out there like that." I said.

"Why the fuck not?" He said. "People would pay to see me like this" he chuckled, and made his two meaty pecs dance. Fuck his nipples were huge too. This kid had it all.

I looked up at him.

"Christ kid, that meat you're packing is obscene. This is a family oriented park. Either put on your shorts and do your job, or leave."

Evan rolled his eyes.

"Alright, fine, whatever. You're the boss." He said before returning to his clothes and pulling up his shorts, which hugged his perfect round ass and did a great job concealing his big fat beefstick.

As I saw him strut out to the lifeguard station I felt uneasy.

It didn't take long for the complaints to start rolling in. Evan evidently did use the change-rooms at one point, but only to take off his speedo. During virtually every one of his all too frequent dips into the main pool one of the other lifeguards or myself would hear from a mother or father who were absolutely disgusted with the vulgarity displayed as Evan pulled his muscled body out of the pool, the wet fabric of his white boardshorts clinging to the gigantic thick dong that swung between his legs. Walking around the pool to do his checks, people would gawk as the immense member and bull-balls of the former teen bodybuilder flopped around obscenely underneath the wet shorts.

That was only one thing. His attitude wasn't great either. Too often the staff would find him chatting up one of the girls sunning themselves at poolside. One of the lifeguards even told me he was trying to rub tanning lotion on a pair of fourteen year olds! Fourteen year olds! Christ! As the day wore on, I was getting to my wits end with the complaints. Evan was being short-tempered with his co-workers, was refusing to do his job, manhandling the girls, and to top it off he was embarrassing me and the guests with his package.

After my lunch break, after hearing that Evan had ignored a little girl who scraped her knee coming out of the pool, I told him to get lost. In retrospect I should have made sure I had gotten the office key from him first, but my hands were full with the screaming kid. Rid of the beefy dumbass, I tried to get normalcy restored to the water-park as best I could.

After closing up in the evening, one of the lifeguards told me that she had overheard Evan say shit about Eddy. Calling him racial slurs under his breath. I was stunned, but not surprised. I began to kick myself: How had I been so wrong about Evan? The kid definitely knew how to manipulate people. First thing the next morning I was going to write a letter to Berkley, or his parents. I knew in my heart that it would do nothing, but I felt pretty upset at his behavior.

Unfortunately (or fortunately?) fate had other plans in store for Evan.

Eddy had spent all day fixing up and cleaning out the in ground hot tub. After closing the water-park, he and I filled it up and tested it out. It worked like a charm. The previous owner had done his share of upkeep, and it showed.

What I hadn't realized at the time was although the tub from the surface looked as though it was functioning perfectly, there had actually been a pretty massive error on Eddy's part. Eddy had taken apart one of the side discharge pumps that dayin order to clean it. When he put it back together, he had placed the fan of the unit in upside down. The end result was that one of the large jets ringing the side of the in-ground spa was effectively reversed -- sucking water in through the jet instead of blasting it out, and subsequently shooting it up through one of the intake grates at the bottom of the spa instead of having that grate suck in water.

It would also happen that this particular jet happened to be one of three that had their covers lost to time.

Although I was happy with the tub, I knew it still had to be dug up and replaced. I patted Eddy on the back and thanked him for his hard work. As for me, I planned to try out the spa later that evening to relax after the long day.

When I arrived back home that evening from the grocery store, I heard voices in the back of my property. One of them belonged to Evan.

Leaving my groceries in my car, I carefully unlocked to door to the rancher and tip-toed inside the dark house. Sneaking to the plate glass doors that overlooked the hot-tub, I saw a young blonde woman standing chest deep in the spa tub, with bottles of Corona standing at the edge. She was facing to the side, giggling.

"Do the other pose now!" I heard her twitter.

Craning my neck a little, I saw what she was looking at.

My jaw dropped. Evan stood on the edge of the spa, buck naked and dripping wet. He did a double bicep pose. His massive biceps must have been at least 22" in diameter. His lats were huge, with his back tapering down to his 30" waist. The shimmering of the water on his skin gave him unreal definition, with every single muscle in his body standing out in utter perfection. His huge pecs jutted out, his thick nipples standing out in the cool air. He was completely tanned and hairless, save for trimmed dark brown pubes above his cock.

Man, that kid was fucking hung. I can still see it in my head, his fat pecker must have hung down a good seven inches, and was as thick as my wrist. His muscular legs were smooth and tanned as well, the only pale area on his body being around his waist and massive dong from the speedo he wore. Evan clenched his chiseled jaw as he flexed his incredible body.

"Oh my god. That is disgusting!" The girl laughed.

"Fuck you!" Evan snapped back at her.

"Relax Evan, I was just kidding!"

"Whatever babe. People would pay to see me like this." Evan said. I winced.

"Are you sure no one is around?"

"No way. The old fag who runs this place doesn't live here."

I guess Evan assumed that just because the lights were out and my yard was a bit unkempt, that meant I wasn't around.

The girl swam over to the side of the tub. She lifted herself out of the water and sat on the edge. Patting the ground next to her, she invited Evan to come over.

At this point I stopped watching and turned away to sneak into my kitchen. I was just about to grab the phone to call the cops when I suddenly spotted my binoculars out of the corner of my eye. I'll have to admit, imagining Evan's big meatstick plowing into blondie out there had made me hard.

"What the hell." I said to myself, and grabbed the binoculars. Alright, I know what you're probably thinking. But look, I'm an old guy with a big gut, a big bald spot, bad breath and a small dick. Opportunities to see things like this left me about thirty years ago. I decided to get my rocks off before I called the police. If you had been there to see it, fuck you probably would have done the same thing.

So there I am with the binoculars, and I sneak back to the patio doors. I see Evan and the chick are making out. She's got her bikini top off. Both of them have their legs dangling in the water.

I look through the binoculars down at the pair. I'm checking out the girl, she must have been around 20 or so, but I keep finding myself drawn back to Evan. By this time his cock is rock fucking hard. God it was un-fucking-believably big. You know those footlong subs you get? Evan was just as big. His massive cock ballooned upward, the tip of the big purple mushroom head bumping up just a few inches below his round meat-slab pecs. I could make out every detail with the binoculars, the big ridge pulsing on the underside of his dick, his huge nuts churning their big load, the sweat dripping off his muscles. He might be a bastard, but he was sexy as hell.

The chick stops kissing Evan and looks down at his huge member. I still laugh when I think about the look on her face. She gives this pained smile and wraps one of her hands around the monster.

It doesn't go all the way around.

With another pained expression she sighs and puts her other hand around Evans manmeat. With both hands around the middle of the horse-dick she starts moving them up and down. Evan begins to moan and leans back on his elbows. He starts flexing his pecs and his abs. He cranes his neck backwards and breathes heavy. Thick strings of precum are leaking out his huge dong, slicking the shaft. I'm drinking all this up with my binoculars.

Evan then sits up. Blondie looks a little bored of jacking off the big donkey dick of the musclestud. Watching her, I began to think that I'd like to get my hands on that big cock of his and show her how to handle it. God his loads must be absolutely massive.

Suddenly Evan stops her handjob and violently grabs her by the hair. Looking frightened, she's forced downwards. No lie, he was trying to make her swallow his big pecker.

She can barely get her mouth around the slick pre-cum covered head of his massive dick.

"Fucking swallow it, bitch!" Evan hisses. The girl looks like she has tears in her eyes. I focus my binoculars on the scene. Her eyes are shut, and finally the head of Evans big cock is in her mouth. There I am, sitting and watching this. At that moment I decided to call the cops. But a second before I put down the binoculars I see Blondie's jaw working.

She bites deep and hard into the virile muscleboy's 12 incher. Evan screams bloody murder. As the enormous cockhead pops out of her mouth, I see visible and bloody bite marks just under the corona of the dripping dong.

"Get the fuck away from me!" The girl screeches. Evan bowls over in pain, clutching his throbbing erection.

The girl grabs her top and runs off into the dark. Evan lets out a gutteral roar.

I put down the binoculars. I can't believe what's just happened. And I'm turned on as all hell. A wet spot has grown on my pants... seeing Evan's big fat cock get bitten has mad me harder than I've ever been.

So Evan stands up after a few minutes of nursing his big dick. I can't believe my eyes when I see that he still has a major fucking erection. Watching him walk around the in-ground spa I see his musculature in perfect relief. God what a hunk he was. His huge monster prick slaps around his waist as he walks out of sight... what was he doing?

Suddenly I see the bubbles. He's turned on the spa. What a chucklefuck.

I raise the binoculars again and watch as Evan dips his foot into the water. He squats down, back facing me, and swishes his hand in the churning water. Beneath his perfect muscled ass I see that massive cock and baseball-sized testes of his. Focussing in on the swollen prick I can see that it's still burping up precum. Evan stands up and begins to rub his shaft, but looks frustrated. The bite must have been pretty painful.

Slowly he lowers himself into the water. Now, my house is built on a small rise, so I can somewhat see what happens underwater. I mean, the perspective isn't great, but I can still get a good idea of what's going on.

You won't believe what happens next. So there is Evan, standing in the mid-end of the spa, his perfect muscles shining in the moonlight. The jets are battering his huge cock back and forth, and he's obviously enjoying the feeling. He rubs his sideburns and tweaks one of his big nipples as his other hand reaches underwater and starts to stroke his massive donkey dick.

And I guess he must have noticed that one of the jets was sucking water in, instead of shooting it out, because he looks over at it. He walks towards it, close to the shallow end, so that the water is just lapping up against the bottom two abs of the musclestud. At this point I've got a pretty good side view, and I see his big cock under the water, and I can tell that it's being drawn and bounced around towards the jet.

Now, Evan is pretty dumb from what I had seen of him so far. Even then, though, I wouldn't have expected him to confuse a jet with one of the intake grates. In any case, curiosity killed the cat.

So Evan gets this grin on his face, and he straddles his legs open. At this point I'm assuming he's squeezing his big fat meat into the jet. Now, these jets weren't very powerful in the first place -- as the size of the hottub was rather large, and since it was the first of its kind, the openings for the jets were larger than today. Nevertheless, the discharge pump was fairly powerful, a good 5Hp.

I can tell Evan is trying to be careful. He slips, with some difficulty, the big head of his cock into the hole. The superstud then ever so slowly begins to buck his hips into the reversed jet. Even though he has his whole head in there, he still has at least 9 inches of cock that he's trying not to feed into it.

Evan the over-muscled 19 year old with a cock that would make a horse envious was fucking a beaten up old hottub.

I couldn't believe it. I had to hold back my laughter as Evan bucked his hips. The steam coming up from the tub clung to his muscular back, and once again his perfect body stood out in all its muscular definition. He slipped his huge cock head in and out of the jet, feeling the suction.

I watched, dumbstruck.

Evan started getting more into the sex with the hottub. He was now thrusting back and forth frantically now. God the kid must be suffering the worst case of blue balls. I must admit that it probably felt pretty good on his foot long cock at first. The gentle sucking of the reversed-jet, the warm water slicking up and down his massive shaft, the head of his cock leaking out warm pre-cum. I don't know how close he was to getting off, but it seemed to be working for him. The muscleboy kept fucking away at the hottub with his meat, getting more and more violent with it, finally reaching out to grip the sides of the hottub.

Then he loses control. God that kid was a fuck machine. He starts pushing more and more of his obscenely huge cock into the jet, I could make out long translucent strings of pre-cum floating around his body, sticking to his tanned tree-trunk thighs as he pounds into the wall of the hottub.

And, for an instant, he pops his massive cock out. God I'll never forget that image of that beefy muscle stud waist deep in the hottub, his monstrous erection throbbing outwards, every muscle in his perfect body standing out in definition. I almost came right then and there.

But then Evan went too far. He rammed his huge meat right into the jet, all the way down to the base.

Now, for a normal man who wasn't endowed with a fucking huge cock, this wouldn't have been a problem. The fan blades of the discharge pump are located a good five inches from the exterior of the unit, which is usually covered by a grate that prevents any fingers from getting in.

For Evan, five inches wasn't enough.

With that final thrust, Evan's big throbbing cock slammed right into the stainless steel fan blades, instantly creating puree out of the stud's 12 inch member. Evan's scream was inhuman as he frantically clawed to get himself away from the jet -- but he was stuck, for good. The jet had suctioned onto the base of his cock. His eyes crossed, the muscleboy slumped forward onto the patio, his dick still suctioned into the jet.

The police report blamed Evan for trespassing and Eddy for failing to install the fan correctly. Since the hot tub was not opened to the public, nor advertised as being part of the waterpark, and since Evan had just been fired and wasn't an employee of mine anymore, Eddy got off scot free.

I ended up tearing out the in-ground hottub. I fenced off the yard better, too. Have to make sure no one trespasses again.

Oh yeah, Evan Corey? Well, he was the cock of the walk, so to speak. You can imagine what happened after losing the cock part. They couldn't do much to save his magnificent thick dick. From what I know it's down to a stub, nothing much bigger than a pencil eraser.

Anyways, last I heard he's spending his summers flipping burgers at McDonalds in LA, has some bad acne, and is trying to lose all that fat he gained. That's life, I suppose.

But I'll always remember that night and the reason why I don't have a hottub at Slidezoff Waterpark anymore.