The story takes place around circa 1982 California and the main character is Scott Baio. All the events are fiction and the situation are not real. This is more written in a novel format, so bear in mind that characters pop out of nowhere. I sure hope you enjoy my writing and if not, that's okay. As I said before, I am not much of a writer. Here goes: Prologue April was steaming up with the upcoming events from ABC stars. Everyone was line-up to win against one another. Be it charity or money, everybody felt determined to do so. Not for a moment did anybody flinched at the upcoming sports that was required by the network or hearing the drone of Howard Coswell's voice ringing their ears. All the stars were prepared for another round of sports. Everyone was ready, except for one. Standing at 5'11 and clad with only a white towel above his waist, Scott Baio's mind was elsewhere. He was fair skin, with an athletic built that was neither overdevloped, but had a sexual prowess that magnetic to both sexes. His thighs were lean, but neither were they overdeveloped like most swimmers. Save for only his huge muscular forearms, his lithe upper chest and abs were only developed with little use. Though despite it all, he was already 21 years old and already considered the most physically active in the blue group. With his dark brown eyes and dark brown hair already wet from the swimming he did recently, he was already an imposing figure to the other team that he was destined to beat: the red team. Standing beside him was Heather Locklear. Young and bubly, she had an air of pleasantry to her smile and figure. Heather can recall the events as to each show debuted before with no problem, with Dynasty and TJ Hooker being her own. With her own hectic schedule, she held a command that was quite rare for young women growing up in the early 80s. Despite the problems and the bizarre timing she had between her schedules, she felt as much responsibility as a person can be. Heather looked closely at Baio. For months and months, Heather had planned the moment of triumph for the blue team for her ABC co-stars, Adrian Zmed and Scott Baio. She strategically planned the victory in both '80 and '81, with a little teamwork help from her fellow stars. Yet even Heather could sense the distance between Baio. His mind could have wondered elsewhere and cause a losing battle for the blue team, but Heather determined herself not to let that happened. What Heather wanted was another win and this was something that Baio disregarded a lot. He didn't believe in winning at all. He was in for the fun in life, and not for the charitable organizations or the money that was started by the ABC network team. Baio did not want any part of Heather's ring circus, but his choice was limited. Heather was determined to be victorious, despite Baio's reluctance in participating further into her plan. While Heather droned onwards to Baio about the importance of winning and how this charity can help other children in need, his eyes were on someone else instead. Chapter 1 Coming from the crowd of the red team stood a very muscular and surprisingly tall gorgeous man. With light blonde hair and cobalt blue eyes, he had the clarity of a man beyond his years. His posture was perfect, never slouching or stooping in his composure. He was hairy, but everything about him was huge. His body was big, bulging biceps and legs that were equal to his own abs. Above all of this perfection, there was one of the most gorgeous faces ever to behold. With a perfect square jaw and pouting red lips, he was a God in swimmer gear. Scott looked at him with complete awe. Gorgeous, he thought. He licked his mouth, eying on the man again. His mind was elsewhere. It was official: he wasn't thinking about winning. It was all on that particularly man all alone. A whistle blew. There was a 30 minute break for all ABC stars to retreat to their own trailers. Everyone bustle to their own trailer, including Scott. Every few minutes or so, he tried to look at the man, but somehow vanished amid the crowd. He must have retreated to his trailer, Baio thought. Entering his trailer, he sat in his chair and started to rub his own crotch. With the towel still attached at his waist, he rubbed his crotch with ease and with no force. He could feel the dick coming alive, the outline of his towel exposed. He messaged it a little harder again and feeling the hard on finally, he removed his towel. All Scott could think of that guy with the light blonde hair and cobalt blue eyes. He could imagine the tool the guy had: big, thick, and uncut. His imagination ran wild with the thought of that huge cock slipping into his hole. Just think of it, he thought secretly. Even when his mind was on the man, he semi-stroked his cock. Despite the average length, he stroked it with such care that it soon doubled than its average size. Vertically straight, his cock was regal and firm. He used his stroking some more, making his cock harder and thicker. As soon as that happened for a couple of minutes, his dick got harder and much thicker with each stroke. Performing his solo and being sprawled on the chair, he jerked his tool. Every muscle tension from his chest and torso responded with his strokes. His thighs tighetened, his abs revealed his rib cage. Every muscle and fiber of his being flushed his face, making his color a dark red against the dim lit trailer. Jerking some more, he reached his orgasmic peak. A pearly white river landed across the stomach and on his chest. It was flowing, a stream of cum still exiting the tip. Covering his parts of his legs and thighs, it still flowed freely. Climaxing again, it aimed at his chest and parts of his shoulder. He moaned, feeling every force with his body giving in to his firm grip. Still jerking and cumming to no end, his mind was on the man still. How he would love to feel that meat inside of him and giving away any security he felt inside of him. Moaning softly, his aim was near his belly button and still the traces of cum came pouring out of him. Realizing that his 30 minute break was ending pretty soon, he decided to do a quick cold shower. Chapter 2 Clad in his speedos, Scott Baio's face was still flushed. Despite cleaning all the evidence from his body, his cheeks were bright red. Everything from his forhead and eyes felt feverish, but, again, no one from the crowd took notice of his complexion. And how should they, he thought. Growing up in Brooklyn and living with two older twin siblings was no small feat. His father owned an used carwash and an run-down bowling alley during the 1960s. There was never anytime for Baio to be the center of attention. All of his families' time were really, according to Baio: hectic. His mother forced him into acting and yet with no option for help, he went along with it. Scott realized back then that was the only way for him to be noticed and heard. Remembering the insane driving and mother's curses through 5th Avenue left him a huge mark as to who holds the price of fame so much. Even as much as Baio hated to be dragged to every audition in every company, his mother believed the goal to be acheived. The commercials he did were nothing special. An Ovaltine commercial that was just pure peanuts and a couple of soft drink ads? Everything else was just bullshit to him. He didn't care about acting and yet he went with it all the time. Before the movie Bugsy Malone was released, Scott's memory traveled back to Xaverian High School in the Bay Ridge area of Brooklyn. He remembered after finishing basketball practice and going to the boys' locker room, seeing the oldest jock in Xaverian, Tony DeLucca, naked. All of his fifteen year old insides were exploring, amazed at the johnson Tony had. Even though they were only several lockers from each other, it seem like the view which Scott saw seem perfect. Tony was hard and hung, even wet from the cold shower he took. His fifteen year old mind was racing with naughty thoughts back then. Tony was gorgeous looking and quite large, seeing him naked like that. Scott back then was not quite athletic arnd seem rather skinny, almost weak. He loved sports, but yet he seem to never developed physically like his siblings or his dad. Mistaken for twelve, being fifteen in Xaverian High School was no picnic. Everyone picked on you and that was never fair game at all to him. Scott remembered wearing only his sports equipment, Tony was busy at the mirror, loving himself so much. "You fucking beast," he had said, looking at his reflection. In truth, Tony was beautiful. He had one of the most beautiful set of eyes, reminding Baio of the Pacific ocean. Never slouching and great posture, even his wasp hair was perfectly combed.Built like a Mack truck, his chest and stomach was huge and exceptionally muscular. Even his legs were equally big, like stone pillars or something. Though one of the most beautiful things he ever lay his eyes was Tony's cock. Scott remembered his cock was uncut, nestled with a fine crotch hair. It was quite large and thick to him. The length of Tony's dick seem to droop almost to his kneecaps. Possibly nine inches or so, depending on what size it was back then. Scott just eyed it on it, fascinated and shock by its length.