A crowd of spectators had gathered, slightly more women than men. Every time a guy got naked they applauded. I noticed at the far side of the tent four men were playing naked twister. I moved to the far side of the tent.
When two guys next to each other, and nude, he’d say “Make your buddy hard and get another shot.” About half of them took him up on it. This was the gay version of Spring Break, lots better than a wet T-shirt contest. I figured all the guys were gay; I’d figured wrong. Maybe a third of the guys were with their girlfriends, who were daring them to get a shot. When one of these guys got nude, he’d offer a shot to the girlfriend to make him hard. Every one of them took him up on the offer.
A bunch of nude guys were talking to a group of girls near the water; half of them were hard, and most of them had a girl keeping him that way. Guys were leaving their bathing suits behind and going swimming. I couldn’t decide where to look next. I finally decided to join the swimmers, hoping there would be some play. I left my shirt and glasses near the tent, but kept my trunks on.
The guys in shallow water were either couples absorbed in one another, or groups of likely straight guys splashing each other. Further out, I could see guys making out, shoulders moving up and down, and a guy floating on his back getting oral sex from another guy. I moved toward the activity in deeper water, keeping my eyes on the action and nothing else.
I was knocked off my feet by a wave, and when I tried to stand up, I couldn’t reach the bottom. That’s OK, I thought to myself, I’m a good swimmer. I started swimming toward shore, but it kept getting further away. When I was more than a hundred yards from shore, panic set in. I’m being swept out to sea, where I’ll drown.
I started breathing hard, sucking in water with every breath. I kicked my legs to stay afloat, and that attracted stinging jellyfish. I shouted as loud as I could, but nobody heard me. My legs and arms were getting tired, my lungs burned for oxygen, and then I was flipped over by a massive wave. I couldn’t tell which way was up, and passed out.
I was gazing into a tunnel, and there was a light ahead of me. I must be dead, and somehow, I made it to heaven. I knew for a fact that I was in heaven, when I realized that a gorgeous guy, obviously an angel, was giving me an open-mouth kiss. I put my arms around his neck and pulled him toward me. He jumped back, as I spewed water all over everything near me.
“I thought we had lost you, Noah.” I looked up at the angel’s kind eyes, his beautiful face, his manly chest, his red swim trunks …
“Oh, shit.” I said. “You’re not an angel, you’re Carter.” I looked again at his red swim trunks, and tugged on them lightly. “Is it maybe later yet?”
Instead of answering, Carter called over his shoulder to the crowd. “He’s all right; he’s flirting with me.” Another lifeguard, looking remarkably like Carter, helped him stand up, then the two of them pulled me upright. “Better let the doc look at you,” he told me. I protested, but the two lifeguards pulled me over to the tent where the old guy was giving away shots.
“Doc, got one for you. Pulled him out of the ocean, swallowed a lot of water.” They dumped me unceremoniously on the sand, and walked away. I looked around, and there were still guys playing naked twister, guys and girls getting guys hard, a few couples making out, and men getting shots for getting naked.
“You’re not a doctor,” I told the man holding the liquor bottle. “You’re a perverted old man who gives other men shots so he can look at them naked.” I expected anything but a laugh.
“I’m a perverted old man who’s also a doctor, son. Sit in the chair and let me listen to you.” I sat where he pointed, and his cold telescope against my bare chest made me shiver. He poked and prodded for a bit, then pronounced me fit. He handed me a business card; I held onto it, having nowhere else to put it.
“So, what’s your name, and do you want a shot?” I told him my name, dropped my swimsuit to the sand, and asked for a shot. He gave me a shot, and before he could say anything more, I was stroking the dick of the young man next to me. He had dark hair, was thin, and wearing a speedo. I had just reached in without asking, and grabbed him. He didn’t have to reach inside anything, and returned the favor.
“Who do I gotta blow to get another shot?” The question came from one of the twister players. The old man – the doc, I guess – told him to take his pick. He removed my hand from the speedo-clad fellow, removed his speed, and his knees hit the sand while he gobbled up his meat.
I found my shirt, picked it and my trunks up, and took off walking toward Carter’s lifeguard chair. He was climbing down when I reached him. One look at me, and he laughed. “The cops leave spring breakers alone if they confine their nudity to a few designated areas. The lifeguard station isn’t one of them.”
I put on my clothes, and thanked him for saving me. “Where are you staying?” he asked me. I pointed at the hotel, and told him the other three had been having an orgy, and locked me out.
“I think we’ve got a cure for that,” he told me. He held my hand as we walked toward his step-brother’s chair. It felt wonderful, and I wanted to kiss him, but I didn’t know how he’d react. He had a cure for that, too. He raised my hand to his lips and kissed it, then drew one of my fingers into his mouth and sucked on it. How do I go from here?
At Josh’s station we encountered the crowd of Spring Breakers – male, female and undetermined – trying to get his attention. One girl had climbed part way up and taken off her top. She was trying to lick his thigh, and he was trying to push her off, when a tall, muscular female in a red one-piece bathing suit pushed her way through the crowd.
She tapped the topless girl on the butt – slapped would be more accurate - and speaking into her portable radio. “Need police at Station Twelve. I’m making a citizen’s arrest for interfering with a lifeguard in performance of his duties.” The girl jumped down, grabbed her top, and ran away.
“Hey, Steph, thanks for coming to the rescue. Again. It’s been this way all day.” Josh dismounted his station, and the girl climbed up. “Good luck with the crowd.”
“I don’t draw the crowds you do, Josh. The girls sometimes get aggressive, but I can handle those. Rick’s on his way for the show. Bye.” Stephanie waved at us, and we walked toward the boardwalk.
“What’s the show?” I asked Josh.
“At the beginning of her shift, Stephanie and her boyfriend put on a live sex show on the sand. Make a lot of money from tips.” I was about to leave them and go back for the show, when I saw the step-brothers grinning.
“What really happens is, early in her shift, Rick, her weight-lifer boyfriend, approaches her and pretends to get physically aggressive. She jumps down and puts him on his ass, and he slinks away. She gets very few guys trying anything with her.” Josh then asked where I was staying, and I repeated the story about the rope, the locked door, and my jeans.
They walked with me up to my hotel, where I retrieved my jeans and pulled out my cellphone. No messages from the assholes I’d driven down here. Something clicked, and I made a decision. “Sir, I’d like to check out early. You have my credit card info, right?” The clerk looked up the reservation and nodded
“Mr. Waverly, you’re all checked out. One of our guests just reported loud noise coming from your room, but you weren’t there. Can you explain that?” The clerk was looking uncomfortable.
“Probably,” I told him. “While I was waiting for the elevator, I saw three people jiggling with the lock, then going into what used to be my room. It’s not my room any more, but you might want to investigate.”
He thanked me for staying, and called security while I was headed for the door.
The lifeguards managed to hold in their laughter until we were on the boardwalk. “That was mean and despicable,” commented Carter. “And funny as shit.” We walked to my car where I picked up my bag. They waited while I got changed out of my wet bathing suit, and put on briefs and jeans.
“We’ve got a twin room, two single beds and a sofa t
hat folds out. You can’t possibly get a room at this point, although I do believe the Ocean Sands is expecting to have one available shortly.” Josh laughed at Carter’s remark, and added an invitation to stay with them.
“OK, but on one condition.” They looked at me like I was crazy.
“You’re going to let me examine all the differences between you two.”
Chapter Two
Their room wasn’t bad for a place rented by the beach commission. They casually undressed in front of me, made sure I had a chance to look at their differences, then took showers and got dressed. Carter was a liar; Josh’s dick was obviously bigger.
They were going out to a gay danced club in town, but before we left I got a phone call.
“You son-of-a-bitch. We’re at the frigging police station, arrested for trespassing, breaking and entering, and vagrancy. They can’t arraign us until tomorrow, and we have to spend the frigging night in jail.” Stan finally paused.
“Excuse me, who is this?” I replied. The lifeguards had heard the tirade, and were doubled over.
“You know good and well who this is. We’re your friends.” Stan was getting madder.
“You must have a wrong number. I don’t have any friends in the area. If I did, they wouldn’t have locked me out of my own hotel room, they’d have been grateful for me paying their way down here, and thanked me for paying for the room.
“I sure hope you have luck finding your friend. Itni sounds like your first night of Spring Break is not going to be pleasant.” I hung up, and Josh and Carter took turns hugging me and slapping me on the back.
“First round’s on me,” Josh declared, and we went out for the night. They had persuaded me to put on a T-shirt instead of the green button-down model. Josh was in cut-offs and a sleeveless undershirt, Carter was in cargo shorts and an open button-down shirt. The other guys breezed past the door control; I had to show ID. I’m twenty-two, and tired of being carded.
I found my friends on the dancefloor, near the raised stage. It was only seven in the evening, but the place was already crowded. I couldn’t tell them apart with so many people between me and the step-brothers, but one was pulled up on stage by somebody. When he turned around, I saw it was Carter, with the open shirt. I looked around, and Josh was dancing with a hot black guy in just a speedo.
I sat at a high-top table, and ordered a beer. I enjoyed just watching all the hot, sweaty, shirtless guys around me. Speaking of shirtless, Josh found me and dropped his T-shirt on the table. I noticed that his belt was unbuckled; he must have found a friendly dance partner.
I could see girls in bikinis walking around holding bottles with pour spouts. They were pouring liquor straight down dancers’ throats. Josh and his friend (turned out he was Frank) were dancing next to me when the girl came around. She poured a slug down Frank’s throat, and tweaked his nipples. Josh grinned at her, so she poured liquor into his mouth, then took his belt and put it next to his shirt.
I smiled at her, and she ignored me. Carter came by a bit later, to drop off his shirt and belt. His cargo shorts were hanging down, showing more than half his boxer-briefs. The bikini girl came by, and whispered in his ear. He nodded his head, so she poured him a slug, and pulled off his cargo shorts. He picked them up and put them on my table, then asked her for another shot.
She poured the liquor into his mouth, and he shocked the shit out of me. He put a hand behind my head, and drew me into an open-mouthed kiss. I drank down the shot from his mouth, then he gave me another kiss. I knew he was just feeling sorry for me, but I enjoyed the attention, anyway.
Carter walked off in just his tight black boxer-briefs, and I ogled his ass until a middle-aged white guy stopped him. I saw the white guy put a bill in Carter’s waistband, then it looked from where I was that he fondled Carter’s crotch. Carter kissed his admirer, then started dancing with him. A few minutes later, both step-brothers brought their dance partners to my table. Carter deposited the older man’s shirt, and Josh deposited the black guy’s speedo.
I looked down, and was disappointed. The guy had been wearing a thong under his speedo. At least I can stare at his bare ass while he dances.
An announcement was made, not easy to hear above all the noise. The bikini girls were wandering the floor, and would give shots to the first five men they found wearing just their underwear. I promptly got Josh’s cut-offs added to the pile, and he, Carter and Frank each got a shot. I thought about taking off my T-shirt and jeans to see if I could get a shot, but there was little chance of that. Although, I’d probably get some large tips to put my clothes back on.
They had organized activities going on in various corners, each of which had a large dance stand. In the corner near me they were having a girl-girl make-out contest. The two on the stand were in their bras, and the crowd was yelling at them to strip. Not interested.
I was able to get a waiter’s attention by throwing my empty plastic cup at his head. “What do you want?” I asked for a draft beer. I then followed him to the bar, and when he failed to order one for me, I told the bartender to add my draft to his tray. The waiter wasn’t amused. He wasn’t tipped, either.
Back at the table, I saw somebody was organizing an erotic dance contest on the stage. Josh and Frank made a beeline to sign up. “That fellow looks a lot like you,” got my attention. It was the middle-aged man who had been dancing with Carter. “How do you feel about asking him to come back to my place with us?”
“That’s my brother you’re talking about. And that’s not the main reason I won’t ask him to come with us to your place. The main reason is that “us” isn’t going to your place.” This had potential to get interesting.
“OK, how much for just you?” The fellow didn’t get it.
“I’m not a prostitute, dickhead. I’m a lifeguard. I took pity on you because you looked lonely and desperate. Anyway, I’m going home tonight with my boyfriend.” Carter walked over to me, picked the man’s shirt up off the table, and threw it at him. Then he held me tight, put one hand on my ass and the other up under my T-shirt, and ravaged my mouth. I thought I’d die from a combination of shock and ecstasy.
“Sorry about that, Noah,” Carter told me. “I just wanted the moron gone.”
I told him there was nothing to be sorry about, while I replaced his hands where they were, and gave him a deep kiss. I let my fingers dust over his bare chest, across his abdomen, and invade a couple inches of his waistband. I was expecting to be pushed away, but he ripped my T-shirt off, opened my pants and slid his hand into my briefs.
“You’re serious, aren’t you?” I asked him. In response he began stroking me, and sliding his other hand onto my bare rump by pulling my underwear down in back.
“Hell, yeah, I’m serious. Do you want to enter the contest with me?” I shook my head violently from side to side. He kept his hands where they were, and sat next to me, moving his hands from time to time, to make sure I stayed interested. My fingertips took an exploratory crawl across his bulge. He said, “Do it,” so I did. This was a first for me. I’d never been in my underwear in a gay bar, let alone making out with a hot guy wearing no more than me, while stroking each other. I should try to get locked out of my hotel room more often.
We watched the contest. The couple that won were both in mesh briefs, doused in water, taking turns licking each other through the transparent material. Josh and Frank didn’t stand a chance, even though the head of Frank’s penis extended a good two inches upward out of his thong. The winning couple got a bottle of cheap champagne. I got a better prize: an orgasm, as Carter finished me off.
I was still horny, and in good company. The four of us got mostly dressed, and walked two blocks inland to the brothers’ motel. Inside, Frank asked what the rules were, and Josh told him.
“Carter and I were raised together, so even though we’re technically step-brothers, we’re really brothers and don’t fool around with each other. Frank, let’s get in my bed. Carter, Noah, do whatever makes you
feel good.”
I knew what would make me feel good, and so did Carter. We hurriedly took off our clothes, and got in bed together. Somewhere in the back of my mind I could hear Josh and Frank making noises, but that was easy to ignore. Carter’s mouth on mine couldn’t be ignored. He was exploring my entire mouth with his exceptionally long tongue, while biting on my lower lip. I began sucking on his slithering tongue, and realized we were both moaning.
I quickly decided there was something else I desperately wanted to suck, and kissed my way across his remarkable chest, stopping to gently bite each nipple on my way down. Carter’s moans increased in frequency, not to mention intensity. When my tongue swirled around his navel, he let out a little shriek. He was reaching for my crotch, but I batted away his hand, and kept moving southward. His strong hands were at my head, toying with my hair and my ears, gently pushing me down toward Paradise Valley.
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