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Storm clouds come with a silver lining
One thing we all quickly learned about Florida was, that especially during the summer months, you could expect at a minimum a short rain shower each day. Whether it was late morning, mid-afternoon, or early evening; some liquid sunshine was almost guaranteed daily. We had only been on the beach for less than an hour, when the daily thunder clouds moved in for a surprise mid-morning appearance. Grabbing our beach towels, mini cooler, frisbees, and tanning lotion bottles, we managed to make the dash across the sand to the motel before the sky opened up.
Once in the room, we dumped everything on the low profile dresser and opened the drapes to watch for when the weather moved on. We had been told sometimes it was only minutes and sometimes it lasted into the night...you just waited it out or changed plans. By the time the rain had been beating on the window for better than an hour, it was becoming painfully obvious that this one was socked in for the rest of the day. That fact was confirmed by the sky being dark in all directions and the weather report on the television.
"So what do we do now?" Trent finally asked. "I don't feel like being trapped in here all day."
"Me neither," Ethan added. He was sitting on the bed scrutinizing the collection of tourist attraction folders he had acquired from the lobby display when we checked in. "Maybe we could hit a museum or drive down to Cape Canaveral?"
Greg and I were sitting at the little round table next to the window. I looked out and then rolled my eyes at the idea of going out in this weather at all. He looked up from the game of solitaire he was playing and quietly offered to me with a wink, "Or we could get rid of them and play strip poker." I laughed but nodded my head at the idea.
I announced my decision with, "You guys go if you want, but I think I would rather just hang out here and veg to be honest."
"Me too," Greg chimed in with. "Maybe order a pizza and find some flicks to watch."
"What a couple of party animals you two are," Trent teased. "Maybe if you guys hadn't been up and running around half the night, doing God knows what, you would have a little more energy." The smirking look he gave me made me wonder just what all he was really imagining. Turning back to Ethan he added, "Let's find something fun to do and let those two find a couple of blue-haired ladies to play bridge with."
"Fuck you," I joked along with flipping Trent the bird. I felt Greg's foot brush up against mine along with a grin on his face that said the same thing I was thinking: With any luck, we would be ending up with the room to ourselves soon.
After a few minutes of discussion over the travel folders, Trent and Ethan decided on the Daytona 500 museum and were immediately changing into street clothes for the excursion. Trent announced as he laced up his sneaks, "We will probably be there all afternoon. Sure you guys won't get bored being here all alone?" Once again, he gave me a sly smirk that I wasn't certain how to interpret.
"We'll find something to occupy us," Greg answered. Along with his comment, his bare toes from both feet trapped the ankle of my left leg and slid up and down the bottom part of my calf in a motion duplicating his hands on our cocks from the night before. The smirk on his face needed no interpretation.
Thankfully our positions at the table hid everything that was going on under it. I boned in a heartbeat and snaked my free foot up to Greg's thigh in a hopeless attempt at wedging a toe inside the leg opening of his board shorts. "We will be fine, Trent," I managed to gasp out; hopefully without sounding like I was in heat.
Without any further attempt at getting us to go along, Trent joined Ethan who was already anxiously waiting at the door. "Guess we will see you around dinnertime then. Have fun," was his parting comment, but it came with a final smirk and a wink also as he stepped over the threshold and pulled the door closed behind him.
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The room had abruptly filled with a strange stillness after the door clicked shut. Only the soft background noise from the TV was in the air as Greg and I stared at each other across the small table. The very thing we had wanted...hours of privacy alone...were suddenly ours and neither of us seemed to know how to proceed. I eventually broke the silence with, "So, you wanna order a pizza and eat first or what?"
Greg grinned and stood without speaking. He walked to the door, took the 'Do Not Disturb' sign and hung it on the outside knob, and then slipped the security chain in place after double checking that the door was locked. When he got back to the chair I was sitting in, he leaned down and finally answered, "I think 'or what' first sounds like a very good way to work up an appetite." His hand went to the bulge in my swim suit and squeezed as he added, "Sound good to you, Kevin?"
My hand worked up into the leg opening of his boardies and cupped the dangling balls it found. "Yeah and maybe finish what we really couldn't last night?" I queried with hope and a large grin as I rubbed his juice makers.
"We started a couple of things I want to finish if you do too," he shot back before pulling me up to my feet and folding me into an embrace. "Starting with this," came next as his mouth moved in to meet mine.
The tentative kiss quickly turned passionate as I opened my lips to his probing tongue tip. My hands began running up and down his back and our hips started to grind together in lust. Greg's hands slid down inside the back of my swim trunks and massaged my butt cheeks. I started to push his board shorts down while still sucking on his tongue like I had wanted to on the pool deck last night. I felt his fingers tugging at the waistband of my suit forcing it down when he inhaled my tongue into his mouth. We were still in the same embrace and lip lock when we kicked the swimsuits from our ankles and shuffled as one to the bed. We only broke off the long kiss when we fell onto the soft mattress. "Why didn't you kiss me that way last night?" I asked as we cuddled up naked together.
"I wasn't sure you wanted me to go that far, Kevin," was all he said.
"We had just had each other's cocks in our mouths...why worry about a kiss?" I answered with a snicker.
"Yeah...and speaking of that..."
It was all that was said before I was flipped to my back and Greg repositioned himself between my legs. He looked up across my torso, grinned, and then licked his lips as he held my dick straight up. I smiled back at him and pushed my hips up towards his face. "Suck me again like you did last night," I pleaded.
"No...it will be better than last night," he countered just before munching down on my mushroom. For the next five minutes, I watched intently as Greg's mouth worked me with enthusiasm and a natural talent that made me moan on almost every slurp he took of my shaft.
I finally tapped him on the shoulder and stated, "What about my turn? Get that hot dick of yours up here so we can both enjoy this."
