Something wasn't right. Here I was on a beach vacation, alone, drunk, and at the same bar since 3 that afternoon.
Everything seemed fine, lots of sun, great drinks, cute bartenders, two guys and one girl. But maybe that was it, they were joking and serving me cordially, but I was sitting here alone.
This trip was an escape. Something I hadn't done in a long time, a break from reality. I was here for a whole week and planned to do nothing but drink, float on the ocean, or stare off into the sunset and sunrises.
The beach bar spun a little as I stood up and made it to the bathroom to relieve myself. It had to have been close to midnight because of how dark it had gotten and judging by the way the bartenders were cleaning up, had to be closing soon too.
"Oh wow I didn't think anyone was left! You're a champ!" Jake, the cutest bartender said.
Ellie giggles and remarked how I could probably use one more before walking home. I agreed and she poured the two of us a shot. "To fun nights!" She exclaimed beaming at me and downing the shot with me before giving me one last look and headed out.
I made sure to check out her ass as she walked away, a blonde with a plump ass should always be admired, when I heard a sound right behind me.
"She does have the goods." Jake said smiling at me, big white teeth framing his tanned face and long blonde hair. "You were checking her out almost as much as you checked me out!"
My face burned with embarrassment as I processed what he said, but hey he was smiling. "Oh you caught that?" I said innocently.
He leaned in a little and whispered "hard to miss a hot guy staring at your cock all night."
I leaned in a little too "Well maybe if it didn't bulge out like that you wouldn't get long looks."
"I don't think you really have a problem with that, do you?" He asked already knowing the answer.
"Why do you think I came back to this bar after my first night here and knew where to sit?"
He didn't answer right away, but slowly moved behind me, placing both hands on the bar, his muscled arms surrounding me, his breath tickling the back of my neck, and his body rubbing my back.
"Well you know my spot as a local, why don't you show me where a visitor stays? And maybe I'll teach you my favorite place to have visitors sit..."
I could feel the coyness dripping from his words and giggled a little suggesting he walk this drunk back home.
We shut the place down and made our way down the steps to the beach, our feet hitting the sand and striking out towards my beach house rental. We were silent for the first few minutes, letting the darkness and seclusion drift deeper around us, hearing the ocean crash on the beach as our reference we were going in the right direction.
After those few minutes I felt his hand reach out and embrace mine, his big, strong fingers intertwined with mine and I sunk a little closer under his shoulder. Then his hand left mine and started to trace my upper back, around my muscles and then drifting down to my lower back. Jake playfully tugged the back of my shorts to pull me to a stop and I turned to him, it was dark but I could see his beaming smile as he leaned down to kiss me. I moaned deeply into his mouth and he took that chance to drive his tongue into my mouth. For a beach bum he was aggressive!
We kissed deeply for the next few minutes, the waves crashing close by and rolling over our feet. The water was cold, but his body was hot. His deep tan made it that way I suppose. All I thought about was his skin, that tight body, and his hands feeling every inch of me in that moonlight.
"Are we close?" He asked me.
"Yes very!" I responded breathlessly.
With that he pushed me along and I pulled him away from the shore, making a diagonal line across the beach to my rental. Guided by the porch light we made it to the door which I unlocked and we walked in.
We were in my living room and I felt him move close. The big bay windows let a lot of light in and we could make each other out. I saw him take his shirt off and I marveled at how deep his tan was and how taut his body was. He dropped his shorts and was down to just his boxers, I could tell his cock was tenting the front even in the dark.
"Take off your clothes out of towner." He said smiling to me.
I slowly stripped, first my shirt. Then my shorts. And finally my boxers. I stood there completely nude, my paler skin obvious next to him. He was only a few feet away and my cock was so hard it pointed straight at him.
"Take off my boxers." He spoke, fewer words since the bar, but he knew he was in control.
I stepped forward and bending slightly I pulled his boxers over his erection and to the floor. When I bent over I felt his hand run through my hair and grip it, locking me half bent over, staring at his cock.
