"I really hate the sun" Ethan said, stretching his arms above his head. He wore heavy shades on his eyes, and not much else as he lay sprawled on out a beach towel. Beside him, Bryce sat scrolling on his phone. Four days into the vacation, he had finally run out of basketball shorts, and his bright blue trunks suited his pale skin tone. Scattered freckles spanned his broad shoulders, which were steadily turning red.
A few days ago, he may have opted to be in the water with Kat. She swam and splashed, a human shaped speck on the horizon. She hadn't come back in over an hour. Though he couldn't see their faces, Kat knew that the two other specks with Kat were a pair of girls around their age, also having a beach vacation. Despite being drunk, Kat had managed to get Chloe's number at the club somewhere between doing shots together and falling drunkenly off tables. The next day, she and Chloe met up with Chloe's friend Brittany, and it was a match made in heaven. The three girls had become fast friends, probably because the other two shared Kat's love of partying.
"Ah yes, so logically you strip naked and lay out" Bryce replied. He dropped his phone into his lap and leaned back on his palms. The slight curve of his belly was accentuated by a patch of untamed hair, dark against his skin.
"I don't know how to tell you this, but letting the sun touch your skin? That is the only way to get tan" It was a sharp contrast, this version of Bryce and the Bryce that had sat wordlessly in the car during their drive south.
"I just burn whenever I get into the sun" Bryce muttered, glancing at his shoulders. The skin was a deep pink, a sure sign of future peeling and brand new moles.
"That is why you use bronzing lotion. Or do you think I am naturally this hot?" He said, gesturing down with his hand. Every inch of his skin shimmered, rich and golden. The muscles he had painstakingly developed were on full display, and plenty of people had noticed. Perhaps they thought he could not see them, his own gaze hidden behind his sunglasses. Perhaps they did not care if he saw them looking.
"So, the lotion and the speedo" Bryce mused, his eyes flicking across Ethan's body "you need those things to get guys?"
Ethan snorted. "Fuck no, I do this for me" He rolled onto his stomach, hoping to keep his tan even.
"Bullshit. No way it is comfortable to shove your dick into that thing" Bryce said, plucking at the string of his trunks, phone forgotten.
"Depends on what you think of as comfort, I guess" Ethan mumbled, nuzzling his head into the crook of his arm. He breathed deeply, inhaling the scent of his warm skin, the lotion, and the salty ocean air.
"Okay smartass. Comfort as in I think it would be uncomfortable to deal with your dick stuffed into such a something so small" Ethan didn't need to look at Bryce to see his smile. It so happened that Bryce really enjoyed when someone mouthed off to him.
Maybe that is what he initially liked about Kat
Too bad he wasn't nearly as practiced as Ethan.
"I knew it, you've been looking at my dick!" Ethan exclaimed. Bryce's head whipped toward him, mouth falling open in protest. Before he could say anything, Ethan continued "Or, wait. Is this your way of telling me you have a big dick?"
"I-
neither
" Bryce stammered
"Oh, so your dick is small?" Ethan continued mercilessly, his voice carrying down the beach.
Bryce was glancing around nervously. Thankfully, it seemed that nobody had heard. He turned his attention back to Ethan, a wrinkle forming between his brows.
"No, my fucking dick is not fucking small" he half-whispered.
Ethan raised his hands as if to fend him off "Mercy, mercy. I'm sure your dick is huge" He chuckled at the furious blush that was making its way across Bryce's face. Soon enough, his face would match his shoulders.
Before Bryce had decided how to respond, Ethan's phone dinged. An all too familiar trill sounded, letting him know that someone had messaged him. Swiping his thumb up on the screen, he unlocked the phone.
You horny?
There was an image attached -- a long, well-muscled torso. Smooth brown skin decorated in various places with tattoos. Thousands of dollars of ink.
Ethan hadn't been horny, but he could certainly be persuaded. Next to him, Bryce still had his attention and interest, but that was no reason to deny himself a good fuck.
Depends
he typed in response
what do you have for me?
It took less than a minute to get a response. A single attachment. Ethan tapped it and the photo opened, revealing a thick, pretty dick hanging hard and heavy between a pair of toned, muscled legs.
Heat spread down Ethan's spine. Quickly, he typed out
Fuck, I'd like to get me some of that
Then let me give you some baby. I can come to you. You good with a blow and go? I gotta get back to work
Ethan didn't hesitate
Fuck yeah
He typed out the relevant details for his hotel suite in a second message and sent it.
Fifteen minutes baby, get that throat ready and I'll come thru
Ethan jumped up, scattering sand everywhere. Bryce looked at him, startled.
"Jesus, you okay?" He grunted. His face was still pink.
"Not feeling that great...stomach ache" Ethan mumbled. He bundled his towel in his arms and hurried toward the hotel.
He shivered when he entered the lobby, whether from the air conditioning or his excitement, he didn't know. His stomach fluttered a bit as he made his way off the elevator and back into the suite. Silent and empty, it sat unchanged from this morning. Crossing to the sliding door, he pulled the blinds closed, dimming the living room considerably.