You lie back on the sand, the springtime sun caressing your body as the salty surf rolls gently against the beach. Who says you have to go somewhere for spring break? An empty dorm, time at the beach, no exams or schedules or parties to worry about; no hangovers or people to impress. Good sleep. Your friends think they're having fun. You smile. It's the best vacation of your life, and you didn't have to pay a dime.
A noise draws your curiosity and you sit up lazily. A pair of young women, bronzed and gorgeous and scantily clad, smile at you as they walk by; you return the smile politely, but your eyes don't follow as they continue down the beach. Your attention is snagged by the lone form of a young man, strolling slowly, feet bare, shirt open, a large military duffel strapped to his back. He glances at you, noticing you watching him; he gives you a friendly wave. You return it and he turns his attention to the ocean, stopping and gazing contentedly across its limitless expanse.
After a moment, he resumes his course, his eyes straying to see if you're still watching him. Seeing that you are, he veers, moving closer. Blond hair, dark sunglasses, well-defined abdominals on a trim, lean, athletic form.
"This is gonna sound weird," he starts, grinning, "but do you have a washing machine?"
You cock your head. Yeah, it sounded weird. "There's a laundry room at my dorm."
The man drops his duffel to the sand with a thump. Sitting, he leans back against it. The shirt widens to reveal his firm chest and a pair of perfect round pink nipples. He pulls off his glasses.
"I'm from upstate. I decided to hitchhike down and back up this week. Live off the land, you know?"
You nod. "Sounds fun."
"It's as good a way to spend the week as any, I guess. But a road trip without any money isn't as much fun as I thought. I'm wearing the last clean clothes I have. I'd really like to do some laundry before I head North. I'm hoping you'll let me use yours."
You like his manner. His blue eyes lock with yours as he speaks; he's bold, confident, sure of himself, charming.
"I can do that. What's your name?"
"Jeffrey." He extends his hand, firmly gripping yours.
"I'm Cole." You exchange a smile. "How do you like SoCal?"
"I like it. The people are different from up north." He pauses. His eyes lock on yours. "Are you gay?" he asks comfortably.
You grin. Not a question strangers ask, but from him it works - somehow, his manner disarms you, like you're old friends. "Yeah."
"Cool. Me too." He looks out at the ocean. "It's a great beach."
"Yeah, I like it. Not too crowded."
"Do you live far?"
"A few miles. I have a car. Wanna go?"
"Sure."
***
You lead him into your room, dropping your keys on your desk. You grab your hamper; may as well do your own. "This way." You lead Jeffrey toward the communal laundry facility.
"I appreciate this," Jeffrey says as you hold the door for him.
"No problem." You dump your hamper onto the table; his duffel hits the surface with a thud and he tugs wadded clothing from it.
"How do you like the school?" Jeffrey asks as you both work to load the short row of washing machines.
You shrug. "It keeps me busy."
"I hear you." You talk back and forth for a few moments. Small talk. You turn to face him just as he strips off his shirt, tossing it into the machine. You freeze a moment, staring as he slides his pants and underwear to the floor, revealing his firm, shapely ass. He sees your surprise, grinning. "You said the dorm was empty, right?" You nod. "I may as well wash all my clothes."
Machines started, you sit on the old couch to the side. He sits beside you. You live so much of your life discreetly; it's liberating to have this guy naked next to you, unashamed, welcoming of your appreciative glances. Jeffrey turns toward you, folding one leg across the cushion, his thighs cradling his semi-hard dick. Your eyes keep wandering down. It's uncut, shapely, framed by a natural growth. Jeffrey looks at you mischievously. "Any ideas on what to do while we wait?"
You grin at the clear invitation. Your hand finds its way to his cock. It's warm, velvety, pliable. Your eyes meet his, that blue glow burning into your soul. You lean toward him and he responds; your eyes close as your lips meet in a gentle, slow kiss. His tongue slips between your lips, tasting you; he nibbles at your bottom lip. "Mmm..." he smiles as the kiss breaks. "I like your lips. They're big."
You flush at the unexpected compliment, grinning. You've always had that niggling suspicion that they made you look strange; you're happy that Jeffrey likes them. You lean in again and kiss him deeply, tasting his young breath, breathing his passion and confidence as his hand finds the back of your head and your hand rests on his waist.
You're a little breathless, a little dizzy as the kiss breaks. Jeffrey smiles at you and stands, moving around the arm of the sofa. His hard cock pokes the air inches from your face; the urethra peeks from the foreskin. It looks big on his lean frame. Your mouth waters and your lips find their way over the head, that velvety skin sliding against your lips and rubbing the roof of your mouth.
Jeffrey moans softly as you suck him. His hand finds the back of your head. He doesn't pull; he rests it there, feeling your hair, even stroking a little. "That feels good," he breaths as your fingers brush and cup his scrotum.
You suck harder, stroking his cock with your lips and hand; you can just smell the mild aroma of his pre-cum in the back of your throat. Suddenly, Jeffrey pulls away and leans down, his lips locking with yours, his tongue sweeping through your mouth, his mouth sucking at your tongue.
Jeffrey swings around, kneeling at your shins. You help him slide your pants off; he looks at your body as you toss your shirt to the side. "That's hot," he admires, smiling.
"What?"
"You've got this line..." he reaches out with a finger, slowly tracing down the center of your body, "all the way from your chest down. It's like somebody put a crease in you." His eyes meet yours. "I dig it."
"Thanks," you say, smiling. He makes you feel good. He's not looking for what's hot on you; he's looking for what's unique on you, and he finds it sexy. He leans down and wraps his mouth over your cock, sliding his tongue masterfully over its length. He's good. He gently kneads your balls. He strokes your shaft. His tongue tickles around the ridge of your cockhead. Once or twice, he buries his face between your legs and slides his tongue in a slow line across your balls and up the length of your cock before enveloping your head and burying his nose in your pubes with a throaty gurgle.
Your eyes close; minutes pass as you enjoy his handiwork. Finally, he breaks you from your trance. "Cole," he says, looking up at you, his lips glistening. "You wanna fuck me?"
You smile. "Yes." You pause. "I've got condoms in my room."
Jeffrey slides up your body, straddling your waist. "I don't care if you don't." He reaches back, aiming your cock against his anus; you watch him as his eyes close, his face tightening as he settles, the warmth of his body encasing your shaft. He waits a moment, biting his lip, your cock buried in his body, then opens his eyes and watches you as he lifts his waist, just a little, settling into a shallow, easy, slow pace. He leans forward and you kiss briefly; his forehead rests against yours, your eyes locked together. His breath washes across your lips as his pace increases, just a little, and he moans softly. You flex your hips, not thrusting, simply responding to the sensation of his body around your cock, your soul buried in the soft blue.
"God, you feel so good," you breath, your hands sliding up Jeffrey's back, feeling him flex and ripple as he rides.
"So do you." He leans back, bracing his hands against your knees and riding a little harder, his dick swinging hard in the air, his hips sliding back and forth as much as lifting up and down, his head thrown back in gentle but passionate groans as your cock strikes the perfect spot; you look down, fascinated by the droplets of pre-cum collecting at the tip of his erection and oozing over the underside.
"Well, as far as I see it," Jeffrey says, "you've got three choices." You look up at him, perplexed. "You can leave, you can come in and do your laundry..." he looks toward the laundry room door. "Or you can come join us."
You follow his gaze. Standing at the door is a familiar face, erection obvious in his running shorts. Your heart jumps to your throat as your recognize him. "Shit, Justin! How long have you been there?" You're mortified; you've always had to be discreet. Most people don't even know you're gay.
Justin looked embarrassed. "Not long, I swear... Damn, Cole..." He turns to leave.
"Hold on," Jeffrey says as he clambers to his feet. "Nobody said you had to go."
"No, that's alright..."
"You're obviously enjoying the show," Jeffrey cuts in. "Come on in and watch. It's all good."
Justin blushes, trying to hide his crotch with his laundry. He pauses. "I'll just stay here." He stands in the doorway awkwardly.
Jeffrey looks at you, smiling. "I thought you said the place was empty."
"I thought it was."
"I just got back," Justin offers. "Sorry."
"No, it's alright," you say, smiling. "I'm glad somebody's back. It was getting kinda lonely."
"Come on," Jeffrey pulls you to your feet. He lies back at the corner of the table. "You ever try this, Justin?" he asks, looking over. Justin blushes again, shaking his head. Jeffrey smiles. "Ever think about trying it?"
Justin grins, thoroughly embarrassed. "Yeah, kinda."
"Well, if you wanna do more than think about it, we're over here." He looks at you and lifts his legs invitingly; you step close, burying your cock to the hilt. "Oh, yeah," he sighs.
Minutes pass as you fuck him steadily. You lean over and kiss him; your fingers slide through his hair. He moans as you tug at it gently. His ankles cross behind you as he tugs at your hips with his legs. You forget the world around you; you forget Justin. You're entranced by Jeffrey's eyes and his soft grunts and moans and the way his body flexes and clenches as your fingers run across it.
Suddenly, your eye tracks movement to the side. Justin steps close, his rock hard cock exposed over the elastic of his shorts. He offers it to Jeffrey; the man turns his head and envelopes it with relish. You watch Justin's eyes glaze over as the dull pleasure washes through him. So cute. So shy. He seemed so straight. Impulsively, you reach out to the back of his neck, pulling him gently toward you. He hesitates, indecisive, then relents and your lips find his. Nervous but hungry, he kisses you back experimentally.
The kiss breaks and he licks his lips as his eyes find yours; he gives you that shy half-smile. You turn your attention back to Jeffrey.
Minutes pass as you fuck him. More and more, your eyes find Justin's; he watches you, noting your relish. "You wanna try?" you ask.
He nods. You gently withdraw as Justin takes your place. Tentatively, he points his cock and presses. You watch Jeffrey's expression as his eyes roll back at the sensation.
Justin grins. "I can't believe I'm doing this," he breaths. He looks at you. "I haven't gotten laid in so long. I'm so horny. I can't believe I'm doing this."
You smile at his freshness. He fucks faster. Jeffrey moans, his hand finding his cock, gripping the base, stroking periodically. You step close to Justin; you slide your hands under his shirt. He accepts your touch, moaning as you tweak a nipple. He lifts his arms as you lift his shirt off his body; he pauses his thrusting as you pull his shorts down and he steps out of them.
You lean close and kiss Justin as he fucks and your hands explore him. He's fully engaged now, hungry. In moments, the pace of his breathing changes. "Oh, God," is all his says; his body bucks at the rapid, unexpected orgasm; he pulls out and jacks, leaving a trail of cum from Jeffrey's asshole. He smiles as his body relaxes. "That felt good."
"You're not leaving, are you?" Jeffrey asks, grinning. "We need someone to put our laundry in the dryers.
You hadn't even noticed that the washing machines had stopped. Justin laughs. "Alright," he says.
You step close and scoop at Justin's cum with the head of your cock. You've never done this before; it turns you on as you feel the slick stickiness. You press, the cum lubricating your entry as you bury yourself into Jeffrey's body. You thrust urgently. The cum feels so good around your cock.
Justin finishes moving the laundry and steps close, watching, fascinated. Jeffrey's hand strokes his cock in a blur. Within moments, you feel your gut clench as that knot forms in your groin. "Oh, God..." you breathe.
Jeffrey has beaten you to it. He grits his teeth as his body convulses, the white semen squirting across his stomach; his anus clamps down onto your cock, and you go over the edge as the knot turns into a vice, squirting the pleasure into your body in roiling waves as your cum unloads deep into Jeffrey's body.
The seconds pass interminably as the vice clamps one final time; you grit your teeth and thrust with a growl as the climax strikes and passes. You stand still, looking down at Jeffrey's sweating, breathless body; you lean down and kiss him and his cummy fingers press against the back of your neck. You love it.
You pull out gently, watching Jeffrey's asshole collapse as you vacate. He straightens and rises with a smile. "I have to leave in the morning, but can I stay the night?" he asks.
You smile and lean in for a quick peck in response. He looks at Justin. "You want to join us? There's more for you to try."
Justin blushes again. "Sure."
Jeffrey stands. "Good. Let's go."
"What about our clothes?"
He wraps his arm around your shoulder, guiding you toward the door. "We'll get them later."
