This is Part 2 of a 4 Part Story. (side note, Part 3 & 4 are mostly written too so there will be a shorter gap between now and the end of this story! I hope you enjoy, and as before feedback very welcome.)
As we entered the hotel room I felt a pang of excitement as I realised we'd made a mistake with our booking. "Shit, sorry fellas, I thought I'd booked two rooms, let me go down and speak to reception and see if we can swap" Mark seemed unusually flustered, before Adam interrupted, "No problem, ill make do on the sofa, that double bed is just two singles so you can just pull them apart" he suggested, seemingly not bothered at all by having to spend every night squashed up on a sofa that barely looked like it could seat 3 people.
"Works for me." I added, and with that we began to unpack.
As I hung up my shirts, and packed away my boxers in drawers, I began to forget about my earlier urges. I felt more relaxed knowing I was still sharing a room with Mark, and that Adam was staying in the living room, at least I'd have some space away from him.
"Mind if I put my underwear in the same drawer? Doesn't seem to be much space..." Mark was mid-sentence as Adam barged through the door, already in nothing but his swimming shorts. Impossible as it may have seemed, they were even tighter than the shorts he was wearing earlier. They hugged his muscular thighs, and as he turned it was easy to see the outline and details of his firm butt. He was a neanderthal, but a beautiful one, I thought to myself.
"What's taking you so long?! Sun sets in a couple of hours and these biceps won't tan themselves." He boasted, as he flexed his muscles in the mirror, and smiled to himself.
"We won't be long, why don't you head down and get a couple of sun loungers for us all?" Mark suggested.
"Absolutely not, do I look like your slave?!" Adam replied. I'll sit right here and wait for you both, I need to make sure you're not faffing about in here.
With that, he sat at the end of Marks side of the bed, continuing to eye himself up in the mirror. I felt this sudden rush of excitement again, and it was making me breathless. Did he want to see me get changed, perhaps? I felt tense, but I couldn't be sure if it was all in my head. Nothing more had been said since his comment on the plane while he caught me staring at his tight shorts. Regardless, I'd finished packing, and to Adam's point, I had now been "faffing" around, slightly embarrassed and not totally sure what to do.
"NONE OF THAT! No chance!!" Adam shouted as he bounced off the end of Mark's bed like he was spring-loaded. Mark had been in the corner of the room with his towel wrapped round him, awkwardly failing to change into his swimming shorts without anyone noticing. Adam pulled at his towel and began tickling his ribs. Mark wasn't particularly toned and quite pale, but he was slim with a flat stomach that had been threatening to turn into a six pack for some years now. Like Adam, he had a shaved chest and armpits. Mark giggled inspite of himself and tried desperately to push Adam off him. However, as fit as Mark was, Adam was stronger.
"Help me!" Mark called out to me as Adam relentlessly tugged away at his towel, which Mark was valiantly clinging too for dear life. "Come on, let him change in peace" I said to Adam, albeit half-heartedly as I stood and watched this beast of a man gradually over power Mark.