It had been a rough couple of weeks working in the blazing sun scraping and
painting the monstrous old house for Trent's grandmother. My friend had easily
conned me into helping with the massive project by offering to split the $2,500
she had promised for getting it done. Thankfully we were nearing the end of the
job.
"Think about it, Kevin. It's almost as much as we would make slaving all
summer flipping burgers part time and we would have time to do that road trip
we talked about." It was a most tempting and convincing argument that
Trent made. Both of us had just graduated high school and would be going off to
separate colleges in the fall and wanted to do something special during what we
saw as our last 'fun' summer. As we were finally carefully applying the final
trim paint to the overhang more than two stories in the air, the potential of a
week doing Disney World and the beaches of Daytona suddenly seemed to transpose
from dream to reality.
When we took a needed break to put some liquid back in our sweat drained
bodies, Trent added a new idea to the plans we had been making. "Ya know,
Kevin, I got to thinking of a way we could do this Florida trip and still have
some cash left over too."
I looked over at Trent and took in how all the exposure to the sun had given
his six foot frame a rather nice tan. Both of us had rarely worn more than cut
offs and sneaks while we worked and I only hoped that my skin had also darkened
as well as his had. I couldn't help but notice also, that his happy trail and
belly and leg fuzz had bleached out from all the sun, much the same as the
usually sandy colored hair on his head. "Do I dare ask what your crazy
mind came up with?" I finally responded with.
"Well, I ran into Greg at the mall game room last night. First time I had
seen him since graduation and told him what we had been up to and had
planned." He paused a moment to sip on the Coke he had and then went on.
"He wants to know if he can come along too. If we round up one other guy
we can cut a bunch of the expenses in half instantly."
I took a slug of my soda and thought a little. Greg was a decent guy from what
I knew of him and figured I could put up with almost anyone for just one week.
"That makes sense, Trent. What do you think?"
"I think it makes too much sense. Hell...just what we would save by
splitting the motel bill four ways instead of two, will almost cover hitting
Disney World. Same deal with the gas...there is a big chunk of our food bucks
for the week. The real question is where do we find number four on a short
notice?"
"There is always Craigslist if we wanna live dangerously," I joked.
My mind began rapidly trolling through the list of friends that I knew didn't
have summer jobs and might have access to the needed funds. Only one came to
mind and I almost didn't want to mention the name. "You have no ideas
Trent?" I begged instead.
"Not really. Everyone is either locked into a summer job or have 'rents
that would pitch a shit fit at the idea of four guys running loose in Florida.
You know...that 'naked and drunk - rape, pillage, and plunder scene' they all
visualize thanks to all the spring break reputations." Trent laughed and
put the Coke can back to his lips waiting for me to come up with the solution.
"Well..." I began slowly, "...there is one possibility but I
don't know if you will like it."
"So try me."
"Ethan," was my one word answer wanting to see Trent's reaction
before I said more.
"Ethan? Chess club, honor society, nerd boy Ethan?" Trent rolled his
eyes but then quickly added, "What made you think of him?"
"He overheard us talking about the trip at the graduation party and asked
me later if there was any chance of going too. I kinda blew him off at the
time, but he may be our only option at this point. He really isn't all that bad
other than coming across as a terminal virgin."
Trent laughed. "No kidding! I bet his right hand is even virgin!"
Trent crushed the Coke can after finishing it and sighed. "Not exactly the
top of the list for me, but if you and Greg think you can cope with him, so
will I."
"You sure? I'll call and ask him if you are."
"Yeah...why not? If he gets to be too much of a pain in the ass, we will
just bury him in the sand on the beach or ditch him at Disney." The grin
on Trent's face told me he was at least partially kidding.
"You talk to Greg first and if he is cool with the idea, then I'll call
Ethan. He probably will be since it will cut the cost for him too. Greg seems
pretty laid back."
"Yeah he really is once you get to know him a lot better. You guys will be
buds like we are by the time we get back."
I stood up and looked over at the ladders propped against the house. "Back
to the grind so we can finish this up maybe tomorrow?" I suggestively
questioned.
Trent jumped to his feet also. "Sounds like a plan to me. Figure tomorrow
and one more half day for all the little details grams will find to whine
about, and then we can concentrate on getting the road trip finalized."
* * * * *
Ten days later, the four of us were jamming our luggage, several bags of
munchies, and a cooler filed with ice and Cokes into the back of Trent's older,
but dependable, Ford Explorer. My Firebird would have probably gotten a little
better gas mileage, but we decided to give up the few extra miles per gallon
for the comfort and space his vehicle would provide. We had decided to take off
early in the evening and; other than gas, food, and pee pit stops; drive pretty
much straight through to Daytona. If all went according to plan, we would be
checked into the motel and still be able to get in a little beach time the next
afternoon. After a quick stop at the McDonald's drive-thru for dinner, we were
soon rolling down I-77 south just a slight notch above the speed limit.
"One down, five more to go," Trent announced from the driver's seat
as we crossed over the Ohio River into West Virginia 45 minutes later. Each
following state line...Virginia, North & South Carolina, and Georgia...were
ticked off in a similar manner until we all cheered as the huge 'Welcome to
Florida' sign loomed ahead.
The long trip had been an interesting one. Mainly due to the fact that even
though we all knew each other by sight, only Trent and I had a previous close
friendship. During the hours of travel, we all traded stories and histories and
future plans so that by the time we were searching for the correct exit ramp in
Daytona, we were well beyond acquaintance level and working on buddy status.
Greg and I had begun to bond quickly after we discovered we would both be
attending Ohio University in Athens that fall and had been assigned to the same
freshman dorm. Trent had gone straight into his typical 'never met a stranger'
mode and kept us all talking and laughing. Ethan did his best to fit in and
sometimes tried too hard, but the rest of us overlooked his excessiveness as
much as we could. When we were finally pulling in the entrance to the Sherwood
Motel, it was still obvious that we were a mixed bag of assorted teenage
confidence and angst, that would hopefully be closer friends after a week
together.
It only took a few minutes to get checked in. It was an older place, but with
required conveniences like air conditioning, a mini-fridge, cable, right on the
beach, and most importantly: had a very attractive weekly rate. The
just-short-of-elderly desk clerk gave us the once-over about a half dozen
times. Obviously a little concerned that four teenage boys could get overly
rowdy, he handed over two room keys with a pleasant "Enjoy your
stay," coupled with the caveat of, "but keep it under control
please."
We all adopted the most angelic 'good boys' look we could muster, as Trent
promised, "You won't even know we are here except when we raid the ice
machine." Minutes later we were lugging our stuff up to the second floor
room that would be home for the next six days.
* * * * *
"It's not all that bad," Ethan stated as we entered the room.
"Other than being decorated like a 1970's porno movie set," Greg
quickly added with a laugh as he looked over the dated furniture and gaudy
wallpaper and paint scheme.
"Aren't those paintings above the beds the same ones that were in 'Deep
Throat?' I added to the critiquing.
Greg and Ethan laughed as Trent popped me a fist punch to the shoulder.
"Leave it to my best friend to be looking at the art work in the
background while watching a porn flick," he jested. "Sometimes I
really wonder about you, Kevin."
"Fuck you. We all know what YOU are doing when you watch porn," I
joked back as I made an open fist and jerked it rapidly back and forth in front
of my crotch at him.
Trent flipped me the bird. Greg laughed again. Ethan blushed.
"The sun and surf are both still up. We gonna hit the beach or what?"
I questioned as I tossed my suitcase on a bed and opened it. By the time I had
found my trunks, everyone else was digging in their own luggage for their swim
suits also. I had assumed that since we had all survived years of gym classes
and locker rooms, that modesty was nothing to worry about between us and began
stripping to change. I was a little shocked though, since while both Trent and
Greg followed suit, Ethan took his board shorts and went to the bathroom to
change. The three of us all shot each other a set of rolling eyes and shared
quiet snickers.
"We gotta take him to a strip joint while we are down here," Trent
suggested in a low voice. "It would be worth the bucks just for the
entertainment of seeing his face with a babe shaking her tits in it."
"I'm up for that idea...with or without Ethan," Greg quickly replied
along with a blatant grope of his package.
"You are such a horn dog, Greg," Trent teased.
Greg grabbed his box again, before speaking. "What can I say...I found a
toy I like and it needs motivation sometimes."
We were all still laughing and trading barbs when Ethan rejoined us already
changed into his beach clothes. "I had to pee first, but I'm ready now
too, guys," was the poorly veiled alibi he used.
I turned and whispered to Greg. "Wanna bet he brought along pajamas to
wear to bed too?"
"No bet dude unless you give me 3-to-1 odds that they are both bottoms and
tops," he whispered back with a big smirk on his face.
"Let's get this show on the road and get some sand between our toes,"
Trent said taking charge yet again and pulling open the door.
Minutes later we were wading into the Atlantic and for the first time that
summer, I was truly enjoying the feel of the sun beating down on my nearly bare
torso. When I glanced at Trent a few yards away, the look on his face said he
was probably thinking the same thing and that all the work we had put in on his
grandmother's house had been worth it in order to be able to enjoy this
experience.
* * * * *
We spent about an hour just playing in the breaking waves and walking up and
down the world famous beach. My mind wandered as Trent and Greg teased each
other constantly about who saw the newest bikini-clad babe first and Ethan
stared at every female on the sand like a hungry five-year-old in a candy store
but scared to death of getting a cavity. "We sure are a great example of
diversity in the male teen," I thought to myself as I looked over my three
friends as we walked along.
Trent could have been the babe-magnet with his tall frame, natural athletic
build, and good looks. The tan and bleached out hair added to his looks and his
deep green eyes could mesmerize a person. He bragged a lot, but I knew from
private discussions between us, that his conquests were quite limited.
Greg was taller than Trent by a good three inches, but hadn't fully filled out
yet giving him somewhat of a fence post appearance. His long blond hair and
deep blue eyes made up for the lack of a good build though and his rapier wit made
getting to know him and like him very easy. He didn't talk that much about past
experiences with chicks, and I presumed he was like the rest of us: still a
virgin.
Ethan. Poor Ethan. Probably would never grow much more than his current
five-foot-seven and with just enough pudge to make him look even shorter. His
jet black hair would have been a plus if it was just on his head; but his body
was almost as hairy as a bear cub. His dark brown eyes seemed to always have a
bit of sadness in them...or maybe it was just an effect of the huge black
eyebrows that sat above them. There were some serious self-confidence issues
there also, and hopefully this week with the rest of us would help that.
Then there was me. Kevin. Good old totally average as hell, Kevin. I had maxed
at five-foot-ten when I was a sophomore. My body was neither buff, nor
scrawny...just average. My hair was a boring mousey brown and my eyes were a
shade of steel blue that was neither intriguing nor interesting...just average.
Even my cock at six inches cursed me to being so completely run of the mill
that I could qualify as 'the typical average American male'. The only thing
that didn't fit in the 'average' category, was the deeply held secret of how I
was finding myself more and more attracted to other guys.
My wandering thoughts were suddenly broken by Trent. "Anybody else getting
hungry?" he asked as we neared the beach entrance to our motel.
A chorus of 'yeses' came from all three of us and we started discussing the
options. Pizza from the place down the street seemed to top the list and we
headed back for our room to place a pick up order. All the driving, playing in
the surf, and the long walk had us in a mood to just chill for the rest of the
night and get a good night's sleep in preparation for the first full day of
fun.
Once back in the room, we decided on two pizzas and were down to arguing over
the toppings. While Trent, Ethan, and I worked on options, Greg made his choice
simple: "Just get one with anything but anchovies and mushrooms and I'll
be happy." With that declaration, he turned on the TV and flopped down in
the chair nearest it. He stayed busy flipping through channels while the rest
of us made the decisions for the pizzas. By the time Trent was calling in the order
from the phone on the nightstand between the two beds, Greg had found the
pay-per-view pornos and was fixated.
"Dude! Don't be running up a bill for those things," I ordered from
the seat I had been occupying on the bed.
"I'm not man. These are just the free tease previews. There are like 20 of
them and they are all just 3 or 4 minutes long. It's all hard core action and
almost as good as a full movie since the plots always suck anyway."
Ethan was sitting on the bed farthest from the television; totally silent but
with his eyes drilling through the screen.
Trent hung the phone up and walked over close enough to see that Greg had his
hand down in his board shorts. "Damn Greg..." he began, "...just
whip it out and take care of it if you are that horny already."
To all our shock, Greg simply replied, "OK." He stood up and with a
smile on his face, pushed his board shorts to his knees, sat back down, and was
immediately working his cock if the arm motions I could see from my position
were any indication.
Trent laughed nervously and stepped back while giving me a 'what the fuck?'
look. We both shifted our eyes to Ethan and saw he had an expression on his
face that said he was close to having a heart attack or a stroke. Where he was
sitting on the edge of the far bed made it impossible to miss anything Greg was
doing. "I wanna go help pick up the pizzas," was all he was able to
get out.
"Come on then," Trent told him as he walked quickly to the door. He
looked over at me with the unasked question of "You coming too?"
I glanced over at Greg who was in his own world at that point, then shrugged my
shoulders and shook my head no before laying back on the bed. "I am all
walked out...you guys go and I will just lay here and hope he doesn't get too
noisy." I added a snicker as I watched Ethan practically drag Trent
through the door. After I was certain the two of them were gone for a while, I
raised up and moved over to the chair next to the one Greg was in. "You do
know that you probably just caused Ethan to need to get counseling when we get
back home, don't you?" I quipped.
Greg looked over at me as he kept up the methodical stroking of the very
impressive piece of flesh in his palm. "You really think so, Kevin?"
"Yeah...I doubt if he has ever beat off, much less seen someone else doing
it. Kinda freaked Trent a little too, I think." Watching Greg had
stimulated me enough that my own hand had started gently squeezing the bulge
that had formed in my trunks.
"Doesn't seem to bother you though."
I laughed and replied, "I spent too many years at scout camp to get bent
over a little stroking action between friends." I pushed my waistband down
enough to free my own chubby before going on. "This won't be my first
circle jerk," was added as I gripped myself. My eyes darted back and forth
between the TV screen and Greg's hand once I began working my hard shaft.
Greg smiled at me and relaxed into the chair even more than he had been.
"I think it's kinda cool to whack off with somebody else...know what I
mean?"
I grinned and then stared shamelessly at his dick. "If I had that kind of
meat, I would show it off a lot too. How fucking big IS that monster
anyway?"
"Just eight and a half."
"JUST?"
Greg let out something between a laugh and a giggle as he grabbed himself at
the base and waved it at me like a baseball bat. "OK, so it's a little
bigger than average," was the obviously sarcastic reply. He looked down
between my spread legs and smiled. "Yours is thicker than mine though. And
you have bigger balls and that's where all the action comes from. Bet you blow
a big load."
"Usually splatter myself pretty good if you want me to be honest."
The eroticism of not only pounding off in front of each other, but talking
intimately while we did had me harder than concrete and my balls already
begging for release. I was also being tempted to take this situation to another
level I wasn't sure would be welcome and definitely didn't have the time for
even if it would be. "We best bring this home before Trent and Ethan show
back up too, or we may end up sleeping in the lounge chairs on the pool
patio," I warned.
Greg smiled at me, leaned up to the edge of his chair, pushed his suit the rest
of the way to his ankles, and increased the tempo of his yanks. "I wanna
see you cum, Kevin. Beat it faster."
The words alone almost took me over the edge, but our eyes being fixed on each
other's cocks as we jerked was the tipping point. I quickly forced my trunks to
the floor also, pressed into the back of my chair, stretched my legs out as I
felt my entire body go rigid, and took a couple final strokes before letting
out a deep moan as we both exploded at the same time. As the ropes of my spew
splashed all the way to my face, I watched Greg's equally impressive eruption
drench everything from his pubes to his pecs in white.
"Fuckin' hot," was all Greg said before he jumped up to get a towel
from the bathroom.
As we quickly completed the mop up phase and once we got our wilted tools
packed back away, I chanced a comment. "I think you liked that as much as
I did, Greg."
He grinned and then offered back, "Enough that I hope it won't be the only
time this week buddy." The wink he tacked on at the end said so much, yet
nothing at all.
"Well, just one thing though...Trent has his limits on what is cool, and I
really think you may have permanently damaged Ethan's mind some, so we do need
to be a little more discreet around the two of them."
"I get your drift, Kevin. Even though every guy knows damn well that every
other guy jacks off, I know I pushed it with both of them. You, I kinda pegged
as being a little more open, so it's all copasetic. We will just have to work
out our own play time as we can without causing shit, I guess."