A gay story: The Bachelor Weekend Deal Pt. 02 It had been nearly dawn when we finally parted ways to our own rooms in the beachhouse, and I fell face first on my bed after unbuckling and tossing aside that damn harness. The skin under my arms tingled as the pressure released, and the relief from it lulled me quickly to sleep.
When I woke up, the sun was blasting through my room. I’d left the windows closed so it was like a greenhouse and I was already sweating. I rolled over and stood slightly to push one of them open and my head just continued rolling.
“Ugh…” I grunted out as my hangover hit me like a ton of bricks. I immediately dropped back down to the bed clutching my forehead as a cool sea breeze swirled through the room.
It took me a few moments, but my consciousness finally swiveled into focus and I could hear laughter and splashing coming from outside.
They can’t possibly be up already, I thought incredulously.
“Ey! Stop!” Benji’s voice pierced the air between his high pitched giggles. The sound of somebody splashing water abated for a moment before restarting even louder than before. Benji let out a playful scream and he and his antagonist laughed loudly as they battled it out.
My head felt like it was under the same water they were splashing so giddily at each other. I groped around on the nightstand for my phone. It wasn’t there, but I did manage to knock over a glass of water. I gasped and leapt up.
“Fucking fuck…” I muttered angrily as my headache pounded the inside of my skull.
Who put that there?
My shorts and t-shirt from last night were lying on the floor next to the bed, and after (thankfully) remembering to extract my phone from the pocket, I plopped both down on the puddle. Leaning my hands against the edge of the bed for much needed support, I dragged my dirty clothes over the floor with my foot like some janky mop.
Satisfied, I stumbled out the door and into the hallway. Mercifully, the bathroom door hung ajar right across the hall. I hurried in and made it just in time to hurl the contents of my stomach into the toilet.
“Ah…” I sighed leaning on the bowl. That actually helped and I took a deep, rattling breath – ignoring the smell of my own sick – and sat back against the door.
I looked down at myself and saw I was still wearing only the pink speedo from last night. I chuckled groggily as the events of the evening flashed through my mind. The dancing. The alcohol. The hand on my ass… The lips on my cock… Logan…
Rubbing my forehead with one hand, I finally tapped the screen on my phone with the other and it flashed awake. It was already 12:35pm and my phone was on 3% battery. That was all I could glean about my situation before I felt another wave of nausea and scrambled forward to unload more bile and undigested alcohol.
“Sleeping beauty awakes!” Bellowed Amir when I turned the corner into the kitchen a few minutes later.
“Ugh, not so loud, please.”
Amir laughed and flipped a pancake off the stove and onto a plate he handed me.
“Breakfast,” he whispered with a sardonic smile.
I waved a hand to stop him pouring syrup over it.
“Oh god, please, nothing sweet. Just the pancake, thanks.”
“Wow! Party Boy can’t hold his liquor, I see.” Benji was coming in from outside, drying off in nothing but a pair of very revealing swim briefs. They were an electric blue and I couldn’t help but follow the line they drew along his hip when I turned to see who spoke. Allan was coming in right behind him, sporting a tight tank top and an impossibly short pair of swim trunks. Top and bottom were both a highlighter yellow that practically radiated their own light. Their sharp fluorescence in the sunlight just before he crossed into the shade of the house forced me to shield my sensitive eyes. Benji barked a laugh at me.
“Don’t laugh at me,” I said through the hand covering my face, “Who told you guys to wear neon in the sun?”
“Oh, you like the color, do you?” Benji twisted his body around to show off the bright blue fabric whale-tailing over his mostly-exposed ass cheeks.
“Not you,” I said flatly, “I mean OfficeMax over there.”
Allan looked down at his outfit and Amir choked on the orange juice he’d just then been sipping.
“Oooooh,” he said between coughs, “girl, he gotchu with that one.”
“Well, at least it’s not my lack of tan that’s so reflective,” Allan waved a hand in dramatic dismissal at the still-posing Benji as he sidestepped him into the house.
Amir laughed again and Benji pulled a mocking pouty face.
“Hey! It’s hard being a ginger out here!”
“Yeah, hard on the rest of us.” The quip escaped my lips before I could stop it.
“Ohhh!” Amir called out, and Allan laughed along.
I grinned in spite of myself, but Benji fixed me with a dangerous look.
“Oh, I’m sure you learned a thing or two about what’s hard last night, Party Boy,” he said.
“What?”
“Didn’t we see you coming out of the dark room at Peaches?”
“I told you, I was just looking for you guys,” I said quickly.
“Mhm.” Benji flashed me a distinctly unconvinced look as he theatrically draped his towel over a shoulder and walked to the refrigerator to get a drink.
The front door creaked open just then and the sound of heavy panting and shoes being flicked off feet told us that Josh and Craig had just come back in from a run.
“We’re back! Hey bro, you’re awake!”
“Barely,” I groaned back. “How do you guys do it? It’s like you didn’t even drink last night.”
“Years of practice, honeybunch!” Benji chimed in.
“Amen,” said Josh. “Speaking of which, shall we have some mimosas before the beach?”
“Yasss!” They all said in enthusiastic unison.
“Oh, no…” was all I could muster, and the rest of them all turned to each other and laughed at my expense.
Josh and Craig went up to rinse off while Allan handled preparing the mimosas, and in just a few minutes, the gang was all seated around the table by the pool, toasting the continuation of the bachelor weekend.
I had water.
The beach was not far, but a bit of a hike. Apparently we weren’t just going to any old beach on the shore. The others called it Boy Beach.
“It’s not really on the map, you have to know where to go through the woods,” Craig was explaining to me while we walked along the shoulder of the one road that ran through this beach town. To the left, across the road from us, were the rows of beach houses for rent, and to our right, brushing my shoulder as we went, was a sparse forest of mangled, windswept trees. It covered the dunes that separated us from the sandy beaches on the other side. “The townies never really come here because it’s so hard to get to, so when the queers started showing up, obviously it’s where they went to let loose.”
“They used to call it Pirate’s Cove,” Josh called back from his position ahead, leading the pack. “People say pirates used to use it to hide from the navy, back in the day, but we all know it was all about getting some alone time with the cabin boy.”
Josh skipped a little to turn his stride backward and flashed a mischievous wink at us before flipping back around and continuing his march forward.
It was another ten minutes before we reached a small gap in the trees with a well-worn path leading over the dunes through a winding gap between crests. We picked our way through; the spongy, unmoored surface of the trees’ matted roots beneath the sandy ground made the going slow. Though my hangover was mercifully abating, the uneven ground was making me a little queasy.
“Don’t lose your way in here,” Amir whispered playfully from behind me on the path. “They call this the Meat Rack. They’d eat up a fresh slice like you, no crumbs.”
“Ha ha,” I said sarcastically. “What are you gonna tell me, there’s monsters in the woods?”
“No,” he replied ephemerally. “Maybe just a few bears…if you’re into that.”
“Uh huh,” I grunted back. The double entendre wasn’t lost on me, and I looked around at the trees – not entirely sure what I thought I might see.
About fifty paces after we made it past the crests of the dunes, the trees gave way and a gorgeous expanse of beach lay before us. It was smooth and sandy, and the forest stretched out in a U-shape, hiding the bay and open only to the deeper water. We were totally secluded.
Well – us and the dozens of men tanning on towels or swimming in the crystal blue water. Though the absence of women was obvious to me, I felt an encouraging sense of relief at having arrived and finding it such a gorgeous setting. Even my head stopped pounding as hard.
Josh charged forward through the crowd of people laying in the sun, and the rest of us followed in single file. Suddenly, phrases like “meat rack” made a lot more sense. I had never felt more on display, even counting the night before. Then, at least, there was the crowd to hide amongst. Here, we were a walking buffet, and guys were openly checking us out as we passed.
The others seemed to lap it up.
Both Josh and Benji appeared to pay none of the onlookers any mind – but I could always tell when my brother was strutting and Benji also trudged through the sand with a pronounced sway in his hip. Craig was carrying his beach bag at a half lift, flexing his large bicep at a gaggle of smaller guys (was the word “twinks”?) who were not so discreet about ogling his muscles.
“Oh, hey, you!” Amir said flirtatiously behind me, to no one I could see in particular.
I did my best to avoid eye contact as I half-pretended to be looking for a good spot to set up camp. But it was hard, considering several guys seemed to be actively trying to catch my eye.
What did I get myself into? I thought desperately.
We found a convenient little spot relatively close to the water and deep within the crowd. Josh was always such an extrovert; he and his friends grinned with delight at having found such a prime location.
“So good, right?”
“I know! And with such a good view.” Benji was not looking in the direction of the water, and was rather seductively removing his outer clothing to reveal the same bright blue swim briefs from earlier.
Josh quickly stripped down to white swim briefs, his color for the weekend, and began lathering some tanning oil onto his exposed skin. The white rimmed sunglasses he wore flashed in the sunlight as he turned to me.
“Come on, big bro, get comfortable.”
I was still in my t-shirt and cargo shorts for the journey and I realized when he spoke that I’d just been standing and staring at everything… everyone.
Nearby there were groups of guys laid out on towels. Some were in thongs, others in trunks or briefs. And some weren’t wearing anything at all. One nude man was lying on his stomach not far from us. He was propped up on his elbows with his head turned in my direction, smiling at me from over his sunglasses. My eyes wandered from his face to his lily-white buns on full display in the sunlight; a tanline clearly marked out where he normally wore his briefs. I must have remained entranced by that tanline for too long because Josh called to me again.
“Earth to Danny!”
“Oh! Is it ‘Danny-time’ out here too?” Amir asked tauntingly.
“No.” I said flatly, coming out of my reverie.
“Yes.” Josh replied at the same time.
I looked at him.
“Hey bro,” Josh began, not looking at me but smoothing out his towel and flicking bits of sand away. “The deal was for the weekend, and last I checked, it’s only Saturday.” Satisfied with his clean-up, he laid himself out on his back with a gentle sigh.
I looked around at the others, who mostly raised their eyebrows in an up-to-you kind of way. I exhaled loudly.
“Fine. Fine,” I said, resigned. “You win. Yes, it’s still ‘Danny-time.'” I drew the customary air quotes.
“Excellent.” Josh stated matter-of-factly. “I hope you’ve come appropriately dressed to blend in.”
“Well I couldn’t find my swim trunks this morning, so yeah, I’m stuck with these skimpy pink ones you gave me.”
“That’s cuz I hid your trunks before I left on my run this morning.”
“You what?!”
“You’ll get them back,” he said wistfully. “But I had to take action. That hideous excuse for swimwear was an affront to all things gay and I wasn’t about to let you embarrass yourself.” He lifted his head and opened his hands in a dramatic gesture. “I did this for you, my son!”
He loved milking this.
The others laughed and continued their prepping – laying out towels and slathering on sunscreen (Benji) or tanning oil (Amir). Allan had set himself up next to me and was pulling off his offensively yellow shirt.
“You wanna help me with some sunscreen?” He asked. He sounded hopeful.
“Uh… sure, I guess,” I said, and pulled out my own towel to lay down and placed my stuff on top. I reached a hand out for Allan’s sunscreen and he gave it to me before turning around and presenting his back.
He stood a full head shorter than me and I had to ask him to bend over a bit so I could reach the lower part of his back. Not very familiar with the feeling of men’s bodies – other than my own and what I’d laid hands on last night – I was surprised at how delicate Allan felt beneath my palms as I smeared sunscreen on him. His toned torso was not very muscular, and his skin felt smooth and cool, despite the heat. Distracted by my wandering mind, I’d accidentally used too much and his back was looking pasty white.
“Hang on a sec,” I said, tossing the bottle aside. I figured he wouldn’t appreciate being left like that so I needed to massage it in a bit.
“No problem,” he said quietly as I wiped the excess off my hands then returned them to his back to rub it into his skin.
“I just gotta spread this around a bit,” I muttered. I ran my palms over him, trying to even out my hack job. He just stood there with his arms raised a bit. I could feel his breathing get deeper and quicker as I tried to spread the lotion down his sides.
“Sorry, just gotta…” I mumbled as my fingertips grazed the sides of his abs and chest. He was very distinctly hairless; even his armpits were shaved. When I chanced a glance down at his legs, they were also shaved. The only bit of hair on him was his neat mop of curly jet black hair, and I found myself wondering if his penchant for shaving included what was under his neon swimwear.
I felt a twinge in my speedo again when the thought crossed my mind and I quickly removed my hands.
“I- I think you should be good now,” I said, turning away and wiping my hands along my forearms to clear them of the excess sunblock by beginning my own application.
“Thanks,” he said, facing me and picking up the bottle. “You want me to do you?”
“What? Oh… oh, no, that’s alright.”
“You sure? Don’t want to get burnt out here.”
“I mean… no. I guess not.” I agreed reluctantly. Allan raised the bottle expectantly. I turned away from him again and slowly removed my shirt, presenting my bare back.
His hands on my skin felt icy cold at first and I shivered and jumped slightly.
“Sorry,” he said.
“No worries, you just got cold hands.”
“I know, I’ve always had poor circulation. But that’s why it’s nice to be at the beach!” He said as he pushed a layer of sunblock over my skin; his fingers sliding carefully over the ridges and valleys of my back.
“Do you- um… do you mind sitting down a moment so I can reach the top?”
“Oh sure,” I said and sat down on my knees.
“Thanks,” he intoned with a delicate chuckle. “Short guy problems.”
He finished up his work with a rather thorough caress of the back of my neck, really working in the lotion and almost getting at the soreness I’d earned from throwing up in the morning. Involuntarily, I closed my eyes in enjoyment right before he stopped.
“All set!” He said kind of quickly, and was already rummaging in his bag when I opened my eyes and turned to thank him.
Then, I got up and finally tugged my shorts off to reveal the speedo I’d been relegated to for the weekend.
Here we go again.
I finished up covering the rest of my body in sunblock and then laid out on my towel with the others. The afternoon was so pleasant; and it wasn’t long before someone pulled out another joint to pass around. We played music from a speaker and the others laughed and bantered endlessly.
“Anyone want to actually go in the water?” I finally asked about an hour later.
“Ew, no,” said Josh immediately. “It’s still early in the season. That water is too cold.”
I laughed. “Then what are we even doing at the beach?”
“You’re looking at it,” he said, weed smoke billowing from his mouth as he spoke.
“Anyone else?” I looked at the others.
“Maybe later,” said Craig. His eyes were again roaming the crowd. “I think I’m gonna go for a little jog.”
“Didn’t you just run this morning?” I asked.
“Oh honey, he’s not going for the cardio,” Amir jibed.
“Well, not from the running, at least!” Craig added, before getting up from his towel and performing a very conspicuous stretch. The lines of muscles that wrapped around his athletic body strained and bulged in alternating spots. “I’ll see you bitches later.”
And with that he took off at a decent pace along the surf. I could see the actual heads turn his way as he did. He struck me as a bit of a hunter in that moment, and the dude in me admired that. Craig was definitely scoring some ass in under ten minutes, that much was damn certain.
I laughed to myself.
“Well, I guess it’s just me then!” I said jumping up and heading toward the water. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Allan watching me go – well, Allan and a few other guys nearby. I was hyper aware of my near nakedness in this speedo and while I guess it was nice to be admired, I disliked the exposure.
I shuffled down to the water and let it wash over my feet. Damn, Josh was right, it was very cold. But I’d made a thing about it and wasn’t going to chicken out now, aware of my audience. I waded in a bit before taking a deep breath and diving.
Shit!
Oh my God, it was so cold. My dick shrunk and my nipples hardened to daggers, but I surfaced and immediately began a casual front stroke past the break point of the waves. I could see a sandbar farther out with some people lounging in the shallower waters, so I headed out that way, feeling the exercise warm my muscles.
As I got closer, I could start to hear the voices of the guys on the sandbar. Their jokes and laughter carried over the surface of the water. And when I could finally touch the ground again, I managed to stand up with my chest out of the water. Slowly, I walked out to the left of the group of four, where I figured I could enjoy the sandbar without disturbing them.
But as the gradual slope of the underwater terrain revealed more of my body, the three who could see me each turned to not-so-stealthily peek. One of them gasped gently.
“Look at this one now,” he said to the guy whose back was still turned. “Look, Logan, just your type!”
My ears pricked up when I heard the name and I looked just in time to see Logan turn around and recognize me.
“Oh my! Danny!” He waved a meaty hand in my direction and stood up from where he’d been floating in the shallows.
I honestly couldn’t help but be distracted by the body that was revealed. Though I’d already danced with him in the club, his open button down had concealed just how burly he was. His arms were thick and his chest full, with dark hair that covered his pecs and belly. He was in his red speedo again, and it shone bright as day where it cupped his substantial package right above the water surface.
I caught myself staring for a moment and forced my eyes upward, where his warm smile pulled at his ever-immaculate beard. His eyes were covered by tortoiseshell sunglasses that were so reflective I could watch myself walking over to them, waving meekly back at Logan.
“Hi,” was all I could manage.
“Hey cutie,” one of the other guys said. He was also a larger dude, but looked like he stood shorter than both Logan and myself. I could only guess, though, because he was floating on a couple of pool noodles in the surf.
“How’re you doin’ today, darlin’?” Logan asked me when I finally made it to him. He leaned in for what I took to be a hug, but he kissed me on both cheeks instead. His hands delicately grazed my upper arms as he did it, and I felt my skin flush up my neck as he drew his touch delicately down to my forearms. My gaze caught on his pearl earring as he pulled back and it struck me how classically good-looking his face was. Like James Dean with a beard and a gut.
“I’m doing alright,” I said, still feeling a little sheepish. “Been hungover all morning but doing better now.”
“The sun’ll do that to you, honey,” said another of Logan’s friends from behind him. This guy was floating on an intertube, sporting a gigantic sun hat. His entire body was covered in a pale layer of sunblock, save for the floral patterned speedo he wore. “It’s always been good to me!”
“Since when?” Blurted the third guy behind Logan, who alone was wearing loose-fitting swim trunks. “Bitch, the sun can’t see you wit’ all that!”
The others laughed while this guy spread his arms and twirled a sassy dance, flaunting his deep brown complexion.
“Oh gurl, she loves me!” He said, face to the sun. “She’s giving life!”
I chuckled along and Logan turned to me, remembering I was there, and smiled.
“Come join us.” His Southern accent dripped like honey.
“O-okay,” I said. A glance back at Josh and his friends on the beach told me they were still there. I could see them laughing hard at something Benji was saying. “Yeah, why not.”
“Fabulous,” the twirler said. “So your name is Danny?”
“Ye- well… I mean- yeah.”
“You sound unsure.” Said the pale one in the hat.
“I mean,” I began. “It’s a long story. But yeah, my name is Danny.”
“Where ya from, Danny?” Asked the twirler, barreling forward with his inquiry.
“Upstate New York.”
“What brings you out here?”
“My brother’s bachelor party.”
“Oooh! Who’s your brother?”
“Okay now!” Logan cut across. “Don’t scare him off!”
“It’s not a problem,” I said gamely. “He’s the one in the white speedo over there.” I pointed.
“Oh gurl,” said the guy with the pool noodles. “It’s been a long time since I could see that far.”
“Thirty-nine years young, baby!” Logan whooped.
“For just one more day, gurl!” He said ruefully.
“So what are your names?” I asked, feeling distinctly out of my depth.
“I’m Cornelius,” said the inquisitor. “That’s my boyfriend Ty.” Pool Noodles twiddled his fingers at me.
“And I’m Gus,” said the pale one in the hat, he had one of the deepest voices I’d ever heard.
“Nice to meet you guys,” I said.
“Well, now that the formalities are handled,” began Cornelius, “let’s have your opinion on something we were talking about.”
“Ugh, Cornelius! Let it be,” Gus reached over the side of his inner tube to splash water at him. “He doesn’t care about my fucked up love life.”
“No, no,” Cornelius pushed back, absently flicking the water droplets from his chest and belly, “Let’s see what he thinks!”
He squared his shoulders to me.
“Gus has been texting this guy for the last two months, they went on two dates that he thinks went well, but still haven’t done the dirty-”
“Aw come on!” Gus interjected embarrassedly.
“- and now, the guy left Gus on read for the last week.” Cornelius paused to pull a sassy face, then asked, “what should our girl do?”
Three sets of eyes turned toward me in anticipation of my answer, while Gus pulled the gratuitous rim of his hat over his face.
“Um…” I looked over to where Josh and the others were sitting, desperate for my brother’s guiding hand in this interaction. Then something from last night broke through my consciousness.
“You can play a character,” my brother’s words rang in my ear. “You can be anyone you want to be.”
I turned back to my new friends, simultaneously sinking into the cool water to fully join them floating.
“Well, I don’t know,” I began, trying to feign some confidence, “… how- how hot is the guy?”
“He’s a’ight,” said Ty. “Like a New York six.”
“A what?”
“Like a six outta ten by New York standards,” he clarified while cocking his head in a slightly suspicious manner.
“Oh… right. For sure.” I needed to be careful not to let my ignorance of lingo give me away. “S- so why haven’t you… ‘done the dirty’?”
My intonation was enough to imply the quotes around Cornelius’s terminology.
“Well, it kinda just hasn’t played out like that,” said Gus, rejoining the conversation once he was sure I wasn’t going to be judgy.
“Like what?” I asked.
“Like… sexy. Slutty.” He waived a creamy hand in the air.
“But it’s been two months.”
“That’s exactly what I said!” Piped up Cornelius.
“Yeah babe, two months is definitely past due,” Logan agreed. He’d also lowered his bearish body back into the water and was floating near me.
“Well, he said he wanted to take it slow.” Gus was getting defensive.
“And now he’s just ghosting you,” added Ty. “That sounds too slow for me, gurl.”
“Have you texted him this week since he started ghosting you?” I asked.
The others made sounds and pulled faces.
“Shut up guys!” Gus said, while I looked around at them. “It was only the once.”
“It was not once!” Said Logan. He leaned a little closer to me as though letting me in on the secret. “It was like ten texts that he got drunk and sent last night.”
“Ten?” I turned a feeble attempt at a dramatically shocked face at Gus.
Even under his thick layer of sunblock I could see him blush.
“Ok fine, you vultures!” He splashed more water at all of us. Cornelius and Ty both laughed and then ganged up on Gus to tip him out of his inner tube. “No, no, no, no, no, no!”
“Yeah, get her in the water finally!” Logan egged them on from my side as the other three splashed and struggled. Gus was putting up a valiant fight to remain above the surface. I turned to look at Logan and noticed he’d floated even closer to me. He met my gaze eye-to-eye.
“S- so,” I stuttered and glanced again at the others, seeing they were still occupied. “So, where are you from?”
Ugh, that’s really all I could come up with?
“Georgia, honey.” He replied, his accent thickening to pronounce his home state. “So, I certainly know a good peach when I see one.”
He gave me a wink and I felt my cheeks tingle with a bashful flush.
“But now, I live in Chicago,” he continued. “Just out here for the weekend. It’s Ty’s birthday, so we’re all here celebrating.”
“Oh, nice,” I said, feeling braver the longer I held Logan’s gaze. “I’m here for my brother’s bachelor party, so we’re celebrating too.”
“Oh a bachelor party, huh? Y’all must be going buck wild.”
“Yeah,” I laughed. “Something like that. I was horribly hungover this morning. Honestly, I don’t know how you gay guys do it!”
“Us ‘gay guys’?” He cocked his head.
Shit.
“Yeah… sorry, I-” I hesitated and glanced back at the beach where Josh and his friends were talking to some other guys. “I wasn’t supposed to say, but it’s… not really a secret, I guess… but I’m actually straight.”
“Really? Oh, well don’t worry, darlin’. I won’t hold it against you.” His response was suave and he seemed unphased by my revelation. In fact, he brushed my floating hand while he said it. It was a playfully reassuring touch, but he lingered a bit and something fluttered vaguely in my belly. “But why weren’t you supposed to say?”
“I, uh…” I ran my wet hand down the back of my neck, pulling it away from Logan’s fingertips. “I made a deal with Josh – my brother – that I’d ‘gay it up a bit.'”
I made the air quotes a little too aggressively and some droplets splashed onto Logan’s face.
“Oh sorry,” I said and instinctively reached to wipe them from his cheek, which he let me do without flinching. But coming to my senses, I pulled my hand back. The heat in my own cheeks grew as Logan just watched me, an amused look in his eyes.
“So, why the deal?”
“I was apparently dressed too straight for him and his friends or whatever.”
“What’s that mean?”
“I guess, my cargo shorts…?”
“Oh my,” Logan clutched at imaginary pearls. “Scandalous attire ’round these parts.”
I laughed. It felt easy with him.
“Yeah, but I guess I blew it, huh?”
“Not necessarily,” he flashed me a disarming smirk, then jabbed his head in his friends’ direction. “The waterpolo queens over there don’t need to know, if you don’t want them to. Your secret’s safe with me, darlin’.”
“Thanks,” I grinned back.
“So, if it’s a deal, what’d you bargain with?”
“Well…,” I thought about how it would sound to him. “It’s kind of… silly… I guess…”
“Come on, let’s hear it,” he coaxed.
“Okay, well, if I blend in with the gays for the weekend, wear the skimpy speedo and party with them and everything, he’ll sit in with my Call of Duty team and play with us in a tournament next month. He’s really good and we haven’t won anything in a while.”
“Oh, I love Call of Duty!” He said, leaning closer with excitement. “I used to play that all the time in college.”
If there was any reaction I was expecting, this wasn’t it.
“You do?”
“Ohmygod, YES! Used to play for hours!”
“You play online?”
“Yep.”
“What’s your handle?”
“Ha… well, let’s say you’ll have to earn that one from me,” he said with a coy look.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean what I say, darlin’.”
I chuckled. Was I enjoying being called “darlin'”?
“Ah, it’s probably something embarrassing like ‘LizzyMcGuireLover’, isn’t it?”
He gasped playfully, and pushed me on the chest, faux-scandalized.
“It’s not! You take that back!”
“I will not,” I teased. “I’ll have to look up LizzyMcGuireLover when I get home. See if the rumors are true.”
“Stop it. There ain’t no rumors!”
“Who knows? Maybe I’ll start one.”
“You wouldn’t dare!”
“You don’t know me,” I said. “I’m a wild card!”
Logan laughed loudly just before we heard an enormous splash. We looked over to see Cornelius triumphantly holding the inner tube over his head as Ty cheered. A sopping wet Gus was standing up out of the water and I was surprised at what I saw.
He was built like a linebacker; tall and stocky with the floral speedo putting in overtime covering a thick ass above his tree trunk legs. The wet floppy hat came off and I could see he was sporting a swish of blond hair and a thick, ruddy mustache. The whole front of his body and all down his legs were covered in coarse blond hair that was now much more visible as the copious sunscreen washed off in the seawater. None of this had been apparent when he was floating in the tube.
“God damn it, that’s cold!” He bellowed, shivering as a gust of wind blew by. He was lighthearted though, and began chasing Cornelius and Ty around the sandbar for revenge.
Cornelius took off to the left, while Gus chased Ty right past Logan and me. The splashing water showered us both, and we stood and lunged sideways in unison to avoid being collateral damage. But the water cut us off at the knees and Logan grabbed my hand tight as we both tumbled over and crashed into the surface.
I came up spluttering while Logan cackled next to me, his sunglasses hanging by his chin and his coiffed hair sopping. His eyes flashed so blue here next to the sea and sky.
He released my hand to take his sunglasses from his face and wipe the water from his eyes. I did the same and stood to regain my footing; I took the moment to check the beach again.
Josh and his friends were now nowhere in sight.
“Hey, do you know what time it is?”
“No idea,” he said, still chuckling and trying to fix his hair. “Why?”
“I think my party’s left.”
“Oh no! That’s rude.”
“Nah, they’re just like that,” I said. “They did the same thing last night. That’s why I had to go find them, when we were, uh… uh…”
“Dancing.” Logan finished.
“Yeah. Th- they were outside smoking a joint.”
A moment of silence passed.
“Well, I think I better go catch up with them,” I said.
“Indeed, you must!” He said before pulling me close by the hand again. “And come to the Mermaid Lounge tonight. There’s an underwear party and Ty’s gonna DJ a set.”
“Wait? What?!”
“Oh yeah, he used to work as a DJ out here for several summers, years ago,” Logan explained quickly. “So when he decided we’d come out for his birthday, he called up the owner and he’s gonna DJ through midnight to ring in his-” he dropped his voice to a whisper, “fortieth birthday.”
“Oh shit,” I said, amused and very impressed. “Well, now I gotta come!”
“Yes!”
“I’ll have to see about how the night goes, though,” I said tentatively. “I’m not driving the ship.”
“Oh, right, of course.” He was so smooth. “But, if you and the groom should find your way our way, you’ll probably find us near the DJ booth.”
He gave me a swift double kiss on the cheeks and said goodbye. I waved at the others and they all waved back, each looking exhausted from running around in the water. Then, I dove back in and front crawled my way back to shore.
By the time I got there, the swim had become quite the workout and I felt a little buff as I walked out of the water. I could see some eyes following me again as I strode by in my pink speedo. I ran my hands over my wet hair to wipe away the excess water and – for some reason – flexed.
It was just a little.
But I saw at least one guy lower his sunglasses to get a better look, and I felt a small, unfamiliar satisfaction in how he stared. I’d never been so objectified before this weekend, and in this particular moment, it felt kind of good.
I made it to where the group had been posted up, only to find my own bag packed up and left in the sand. My phone was the first thing there when I unzipped it, and there was a text from Josh that read, “Had to head back to the house. We got invited to a tea party at 3 and went to change. When you’re done flirting, get changed and come join us. If we leave before you get back I’ll text you the address.”
Everything was packed neatly, at least, so I just swung the bag over my shoulder and headed out. I didn’t bother to put on any other clothes. Toward the edge of the beach-goers crowd, a naked twink smiled at me and gave his bare backside a light tap. My gaze lingered for just a moment before I passed him, smiling to myself only after he couldn’t see my face anymore.
I trekked through the forest covering the dunes at a leisurely pace, more out of confusion than anything. I came across a fork in the path that I hadn’t noticed when we came down to the beach.
Uh oh, I thought. Lost.
I looked around and gave a shaky laugh thinking of Amir’s words. No bears in here today. I continued forward, thinking if I just got over the dunes, I’d be able to spot the road. A path to my left looked like it cut through a small valley where two dunes crested past each other. I took a few steps down the sloping way.
“Mmmm…”
The sound floated past me like a muffled whisper. I stopped and looked around.
“Mmmmm…” It came again. “Mhmmm.”
I took a few steps farther down the path and began to hear faint slurping sounds.
“Aw fuck yeah,” a man’s voice whispered through the trees.
A few steps farther and I saw them up against the far side of a large, gnarled tree trunk. A man was leaning his back against the bark, facing away from me, jutting his hips forward with his bright yellow speedo pulled down below his ass cheeks, which gleamed a deep bronze in the mottled sunlight. The spandex fabric was rolled under the two cheeks and they jiggled and bounced lewdly as the man pumped his hips forward and backward, meeting the throat of the one currently sucking his cock.
I couldn’t see his face as he did his work, but something about his body and the gold chain that bounced off his chest as he bobbed his head looked familiar. He was visible through the standing guy’s spread legs.
I was frozen to the spot, almost embarrassed on their behalf. What an awkward position for someone to just walk up on you doing. I looked around.
Maybe I should warn them that people might be coming, I thought briefly, before balking at the idea of interrupting them myself. As I watched, though, they seemed completely unbothered by the fact that they were only ten to fifteen paces off the path.
“Gllgg glllgg glllggg,” the guy giving the blowjob was commiting to the act with enthusiasm. I could see the standing guy reach forward and, presumably, grab the sides of his head.
“Yeah. Take that fucking cock.” He murmured so delicately. Lovingly, almost. “Open up. That’s it.”
The glucking stayed steady but increased in volume and intensity as the he began to really fuck the guy’s mouth. The sound echoed in my ears. It recalled the previous night for me; the mysterious guy sucking my cock in that dark room in the club. The feeling of his warm lips and lucious tongue stimulating the head and underside of my cock. The delicious suction I felt as he swallowed my load.
I’d now been staring for over a minute and a new problem arose – literally. I crouched quietly to the side of the path, maintaining a view of the two guys, but needing a place to hide my own growing erection.
Why the fuck hadn’t I put my shorts on at the beach? I thought angrily. Now, unzipping my bag would only alert them to my presence. And, I realized that I didn’t want to do that.
The blood flowed fiercely into my cock, stretching its size in this tight goddamn speedo. The man giving the blowjob reached down and released his own dick from his swimsuit, giving its impressive length a series of urgent strokes. His other hand gripped the standing guy’s ass, pulling his pelvis toward him as he swallowed his rod. My own cock had become obscenely lodged in a fold of my speedo, both uncomfortable and unsightly.
I took another nervous glance around. Nobody.
Nobody to see these two men sucking cock. Nobody to see me peeping at them over the logs and underbrush. Nobody to see as I let my steely erection slip out the side of the pouch of my swimsuit.
My breathing came in quick, shallow spurts and my fingers shook slightly as they brushed over my cockhead, my eyes glued to the men in the trees.
The guy on the ground stood up suddenly.
“Fuck,” he said between pants and gasps for breath. He seemed to have prioritized the dick over oxygen. The standing man growled gruffly, pulled him to standing, and kissed him greedily. Then he forced him toward the tree and bent him forward at the hips, tearing his bathing suit the rest of the way off his legs in the process.
I saw then that the guy who’d been giving the blowjob was the same guy from the club last night who was wearing all gold. The one who’d grabbed my ass and helped me up when I fell. My shock at this realization was quickly overshadowed when I saw him gasp, his swollen lips hanging wide, as his lover dove behind and began to eat his ass.
“Uhhhhh,” he moaned breathily, arching his back and pushing against the tree trunk. The man eating him out was going to town. He used his hands to spread his ass cheeks, running his face up and down the length of his crack. I saw him surface with his mouth open and tongue fully extended. The guy from the club continued moaning, now with his face pressed against the roughness of the bark.
My fingers closed around my cock, tentatively pulling it further out from the pouch of my speedo. My skin singed with a burning, inexplicable desire for release. I began to slowly tug; all thought of being seen by someone on the path melting away as the two men in front of me became my whole world. Here in this secluded glen, where the trees were bent and crooked, there were only we three. The voyeurs and their secret watcher.
I bit my lip to keep from making noise as my hand slid steadily up and down my shaft. My knees started aching in my crouched position, so I let them both fall carefully, stealthily to the sand. I knelt low on the ground, eyes peeking just over the underbrush and my hand becoming more confident in the rhythm it beat.
Then, with a final loud spit, the man eating ass stood up and lined his dick up with his prize.
“Aw yeah, I’m gonna fuck you till you see stars, babe,” he said.
“Promise?” The response was playfully naughty.
The man growled again, “That’s a fucking promise, boy.” And he pulled roughly on the other guy’s hips, angled his own pelvis, and drove pointedly forward.
“Unnnnhhhh,” the guy bottoming moaned the loudest so far as the hefty cock forced its way inside him.
“Mmmm,” I involuntarily voiced along with him. I put a hand over my mouth before I could make any more audible noises, while my other continued to beat my dick. I had never been turned on by gay porn. Never ever thought about sex with other men; never ever wondered what it was like; never ever had any interest in exploring it.
But just now – as these two sweaty, muscled men fucked up against the tree, raw in the sandy woods – I could feel an unfamiliar burn in my loins. My mouth watered and my hips rocked against something imaginary. I watched the man topping reach forward and tweak his bottom’s nipple and I hesitantly reached for my own. My mouth fell open as the sexual energy it produced buzzed behind my balls.
“Unh unh unh,” the man getting fucked let his voice get louder. I could see the sinews of his muscles stretch taught as he held himself up against the tree, his only support in the onslaught of his asshole – his pussy. His own dick dangled, abandoned, in the air and bobbing energetically to the rhythm of the man’s hips behind him. I could see beads of precum dribbling from the tip. They glistened and glittered in the sunlight refracting through them as they fell.
“Fuck me harder,” he said. “Fuck me harder, fuck me harder, fuck me harder…”
His lover obliged and the words devolved into a string of cries as the clap of hips on ass cheeks bounced off the trees around us. I could feel a hot pressure building up in the depth of my ballsack. My eyelids began to flutter as the force began to crack my facade.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!”
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, I’m getting close, babe.”
“Fucking cum in me!”
My eyes flew open wide. I wanted nothing more than to see that happen. The pressure welled up and I clenched internally to hold the flood at bay.
“Yes! Yes!” The bottom’s cries grew in volume and urgency. “Ohhhh! Fffffuck! I’m cumming, I’m cumming, I’m cumming.”
The spurts of semen flew in all directions as the bottom’s orgasm hit him without ever having his cock touched.
“Aaoooohh fuck YEAH!” The man fucking him took three long, hard strokes – like a long jumper in his final strides – and slammed his cock to the hilt. His deep grunting cry rang out and his body arched forward, depositing his cum deep inside his lover’s ass. The muscles wrapped around his magnificent frame spasmed and rippled as waves of ecstasy shook them both.
Biting my lip hard to stay silent, my floodgates crashed open, and globs of semen arced through the air to land on the sand in front of me. My eyes rolled back and my mouth lolled open as I came in great rolling shudders.
I heard a satisfied giggle and when I opened my eyes again, the top was kissing and nibbling the bottom’s neck as he slowly extracted his spent cock. My breathing was heavy and as the blood returned to my brain, I became very much aware that I was not nearly as hidden as I’d thought. I ducked down and turned to lay my back against the sand, below the line of sight behind a log. Near my right elbow lay a puddle of my own cum, its silvery goopiness refusing to seep into the sand.
“Wow, you’re a really good fuck,” one of the men said. The deep, raspy voice sounded like it belonged to the top.
“You too, stud.”
“So glad I came to the beach today.”
“You can come anytime you want with that huge cock of yours.” Some laughs and the sound of kissing. Another lustful growl.
“Well, I gotta get going,” the top said. “I’ll see ya around.”
“Yeah, stud. See ya around.”
The sound of bathing suits being replaced was followed by a crunching sound as they walked through the sand back to the path. I panicked for a moment, certain they’d see me once they came out of the bush.
But they both just turned up toward the dunes away from me. I watched them go up separate paths, still and silent as a rock, praying they wouldn’t turn back at me.
Thankfully they didn’t, because I realized the moment they passed out of view that my flaccid cock was still hanging out of my speedo. I slowly tucked myself back in and stood up. There was a splash of cum on my jerk off hand and I absently wiped it on my leg.
What the fucking hell was that?