This may just be the most unlucky I have ever been
Ethan thought as the sun beat down on him.
The ranting had gone late into the night. Not arguing, because Bryce had sat stoically while Kat went at him again and again. Occasionally, his glance had slipped to Ethan, and the heat in his eyes was so intense that Ethan found himself forced to look away. Eventually, he had excused himself to his room, followed by a restless night filled with dreams of Bryce's cock slamming into his throat with wild abandon.
He had half expected Bryce to sneak into his room once Kat fell asleep, but no such luck. It appeared that she was determined to keep a close eye on him as he "got back on track". Ethan cursed himself more than once for his desperate jerking that had spoiled all the fun last night.
Now she sat beside them on the sand, ignoring them as she scrolled on her phone. Every few minutes, she cast suspicious eyes at Bryce, almost as if she expected him to whip his cock out and start stroking himself on the beach for all to see. All so that he could ruin her plans.
Heat unrelated to the sun tingled inside Ethan, smoldering at the thought. Fuck, he looked good today. He was still the same Bryce that had come with them on the trip, with unkempt hair and a slight pudge to his belly. But now, Ethan could not look at him the same way he once had. He knew that below that dark patch of hair leading below Bryce's belly button was a prize worth its weight in gold.
He certainly wasn't refined, or a cultured man in any way. And that was the appeal. Something raw and animalistic lingered on him.
Ethan observed closely from beneath his sunglasses. Energy hummed beneath his skin, tingled along his spine. He just couldn't get the images out of his head. Of things he and Bryce had done. Of things he wanted to do, was desperate to do.
Fuck. A distraction would absolutely be necessary to get through this day.
Ethan hopped up, scattering sand in all directions. Bryce looked at him, then his eyes darted away only to flit back across Ethan's body. They lingered on his tight stomach, his curves.
"I gotta use the bathroom. I'll be back" Ethan said. He vaguely heard Kat's grunt of acknowledgement as he padded away. Neither he nor Kat spoke to one another much these days. Maybe she was upset with him for refusing to go out.
She should be mad I suppose. I am trying to fuck her fiancé, after all
Thankfully, the public restroom sitting back from the shore was not entirely unfortunate. The building seemed to be a relatively new construction, with a solid concrete exterior in a modern style. Inside, the stall doors were thick plated and well-constructed. They were large, maybe to allow visitors to change easily. The interior was blissfully cool after the midday sun. Ethan spent a few moments checking his reflection. The constant sun had left him a beautiful, even bronze. His skin simmered even in the low light. His hair had lightened too, bringing out natural highlights amongst the elegant waves.
Ethan locked himself in a stall, swiping his phone open and pulling open the trustworthy, familiar app.
Shirtless torsos scrolled past as he went. Ethan spared a glance at his messages. Some, he ignored completely. That guy from yesterday had unfortunately not gotten online, despite Ethan's message to him earlier.
Frustration boiled up. How fucking hard was it to get your rocks off on this beach?
A quiet tapping sound startled him. He looked up and realized there were sandaled feet outside his stall.
"Occupied" he hissed. What kind of a fucking asshole knocks on a stall door in an empty bathroom?
Seriously? All of these stalls are open asshole
"Ethan?" Came the quiet reply.
Oh fuck. Now those hideous sandals were looking much more familiar.
Bryce was standing on the other side of the stall door.
Ethan hurriedly unlocked the door, emitting a creaking sound as he peeked around the door.
Bryce stood there awkwardly, shirtless, his nose red with a sunburn.
"I um...shit" Bryce mumbled, huffing a deep breath out. "I-I wanted to talk to you about yesterday."
"Hmm" Ethan hummed. He couldn't stop staring at Bryce's chest. The solid layer of muscle was evident beneath the body fat, leaving him a nice pair of pecs. His nipples were pink buds covered in a dusting of hair. Ethan found himself wanting to hear the sounds Bryce made when those nipples were pinched.
When his tits are played with
"Well, about yesterday... that whole thing. I just wanted to say I'm really sorry."
"Yeah, that was... something." Ethan's eyes traced the contours of Bryce's stomach.
"Yeah, exactly. I didn't mean for any of that to happen. A-and I've been talking to Kat and-" Air left Bryce's mouth in a hiss as Ethan pinched his nipple harshly between his thumb and forefinger.
"You have some nice fucking tits man" Ethan said, voice rumbling.
"Fuck" Bryce groaned, his voice a blend of pain and pleasure. Wordlessly, Ethan hooked a finger in Bryce's trunks, tugging him forward. Bryce hesitated for a moment, then came forward willingly.
The sound of the stall door closing sounded extremely loud to Ethan. Having Bryce with him in such a confined space made the air heated and thick. Bryce was putty in his hands as he cupped both pecs in his hands fully. Another moan escaped Bryce as he was fondled, his nipples becoming fully hard under Ethan's hands.
"God, these are so fucking nice. Shit" Ethan whispered, his mouth against Bryce's ear. "I wonder if they're big enough for me to fuck"
"
Jesus Christ
" Bryce panted. Sweat was rapidly forming on his skin, beads condensing before trickling down.
He looked absolutely delicious, and Ethan couldn't deny himself a taste. Leaning forward, he suckled one of Bryce's nipples into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around, applying pressure before sucking tightly. Bryce was watching him, mouth hanging open and eyes dark with lust.
Ethan came up for air, gripping both pecs tightly in his hand. He began the same treatment on the other nipple. Eventually, he found himself switching back and forth. Loud sucking sounds happened every time he popped off of one nipple and attached himself hungrily to the other. Both were stiff and slightly puffy now.
"You like when I suck these titties Bryce?" Ethan murmured. "
Answer me
" He grasped both nipples in a vice grip, making Bryce gasp.
"F-fuck. Y-yes. Yes, I like it." Bryce whispered.
"You like what?" Ethan asked, voice rumbling in his chest.
"I-I like when you s-suck m-my t-titties" Bryce said through gritted teeth. He sounded humiliated and turned on beyond belief.
