"Dude, I have something you so want to get in on!" Mitch whispered excitedly into Craig's ear. Craig turned away from loading paving stones onto the back of the truck and eyed his bud suspiciously. They'd been friends ever since Craig had hired on, right out of high school, with Mitch's dad's landscaping company, and the subsequent four years had taught Craig to be leery of 'getting in on' anything his friend was overly excited about. He had to admit the man had a great sense of fun. What he did not have was any fear of consequences. His schemes had not landed them in jail yet, but it had been a near miss on several occasions.
"Okay, lay it on me," he said with a deep sigh. Mitch looked around them quickly. James, Mitch's dad, was heading towards them with a few of the other laborers.
"Naw man, not now. Let's meet up at the Station tonight for a couple of beers." The Station was the only gay bar in their uptight, southern town. Their sexual orientation was one of the reasons he and Mitch had become such fast friends, but they'd never hooked up with each other since they both strictly topped.
"Just a couple though, I have a paper I have to finish up tonight." Mitch agreed and they finished loading the truck.
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Craig walked into the Station and looked around for Mitch. He did not see him but his eyes narrowed in on a fine, tight little ass bent over one of the pool tables. Damn, he really needed to find a way to get a piece of that. Austin, the bearer of that fine little bit of denim covered art, straightened up from taking his shot and laughed at the ribbing he took from his friends when he missed. For such a little guy, he had a surprisingly deep voice that made him sound like he gargled with whiskey and razor blades. Craig shuddered as that laugh caressed through his senses and settled somewhere in his groin. He wondered how that voice would sound with Craig buried balls deep in Austin's ass. He could just imagine the man's bowed legs draped over his shoulders as he pounded into him. Austin was a couple of years older than Craig, and he knew little about the man except that he was a transplant from Texas, and he was never seen without his cowboy hat and boots on. He groaned picturing how Austin's big green eyes would look up at him while he buried his hands in those strawberry blond curls and fed Austin his cock.
He studied the group around the pool table to see if the man was there with anyone in particular. Jerry was sitting at one of the little tables with her girlfriend, Amanda, leaning back in her arms. He had a few engineering classes with Jerry, and they shot some hoops when they had the time. The only other person at the table was little Les, and the word around the campfire was that he had some sort of mΓ©nage thing going on with Jerry and Amanda. He had a pretty good idea how that worked since the women were both packing dykes, and Les was a sweet little bi bottom boy. He shook off the unwanted visual and turned to the bar to continue his search for Mitch.
"Craig, over here bro!" Mitch called out from the end of the bar. It was obvious his friend already had a few in him from his over bright eyes, and lopsided grin. Craig ordered a beer and leaned back against the bar so he could listen to Mitch and still enjoy the view of the little Texan. Jerry caught him ogling and smirked at him. He grinned back shamelessly and saluted her with his beer bottle.
"You know that nudist campground that Jason's uncle is opening up down in Darien?" Mitch began excitedly. Jason was Mitch's current boyfriend, and his quiet, steady personality was a good balance for Mitch's crazy ass ways, Craig thought privately. Craig nodded and gestured for his buddy to go on. "Well, Jason's been down there helping so they can open in time for some nudist holiday. They've finished well ahead of schedule, so his uncle is going to let him throw a party down there next weekend before the place officially opens. We already have a bunch of guys that want to come, and you gotta come down there early and help us get ready, man. There are cabins, and a couple of the guys are bringing campers. It will be a weekend of drinkin', dancin', video games, water gun fights, and it's on the intercoastal waterway so we can do some crabbin' too. Best of all," Mitch paused dramatically, "we'll be doing it all stark ass nekkid'!"
"No fuckin' way." Craig replied flatly.
"Awe, come on! You can't tell me all those free range asses, and pricks don't tempt ya?"
"What the hell are you going on about, you big goofball?" Jerry asked as she sidled up next to them and motioned to get the bartenders attention. Mitch gave her the quick run down of the situation. "Sign Amanda, Les, and me up! It sounds like a blast," she said with a laugh.
"No can do. It's strictly a penis party," Mitch said smugly. Jerry turned toward Craig and replied with a conniving little smile.
"What if we swear to pack the entire time and I guarantee the appearance of a certain swaggering cowpoke? I bet that will get your boy here to agree to help out." Mitch turned to look at Craig. Craig started nodding vigorously, and with great enthusiasm.
Mitch laughed, "Okay you got a deal."
"Cool! We'll even wear some of our more exotic strap-ons," she offered. She and her girl were known to have a vast collection of novelty dildos.
"You are one odd chick," Craig said fondly.
"You're just jealous," she replied in a haughty voice. "We get all the custom equipment we want, and you are stuck with your sad, outdated factory model."
They all laughed.