I moved to Atlanta for work after college and was enjoying being in a sea of hot guys and unattached sex. I was living across the country, and my parents had moved, so I no longer went back to my hometown for holidays. And all of a sudden there were no more rentals at the shore.
Rick and Erica had their honeymoon one summer, and the next summer were too busy with vacation with the in-laws. Then the summer after that, I was starting a new job and had no vacation days. Meanwhile, the next year, a few friends had invited me along to Provincetown and I was hooked.
With tons of hot guys around to pick from, too. That was my summer for the years on out. I already had my Ptown week planned for August, though one of the guys, John, was backing out because he had a new outdoorsy boyfriend who wanted to do some bullshit Utah hiking trip instead.
Call me vein or narcissistic or whatever, but I was getting in perfect shape for the summer, extra time at the gym, an extra jog per week, and watching my carbs.
Come early June I got a call from my buddy Rick, out of the blue. It was awesome hearing from him, and even over the phone our conversation poured out as we caught up. Nice house, too, not the dumps we used to stay in. When you were on a last name basis with Rick, you were in good with him. It be great to hang out again. Four weeks later, I was driving down the state highway to the paradise of a barrier island, looking at my GPS for the right house.
Rick heard me pull up and had walked down from the deck to greet me, all smiles. Rick had put on a few extra pounds. Not fat, but with a little beer belly and a lot of married-dude spread evenly distributed on his meaty frame.
I knew I liked bigger, meatier guys, but this was the vision of pure beefy ex-jock hotness in front of me, gripping me into a nice tight bro hug. Forever now, I bone up when I smell that brand of sun lotion. Just then, I was doing my best not to let my cock roar up to full hardness. Instead he helped me with my bags and introduced me to two other couples who were also sharing the giant beach house before shoving a light beer in my hand.
He gave a flirty wink before going back to tend the grill. Rick was that way with everyone, but damn it was the last thing I needed now. I had no idea how I was gonna get through the week. It was Thursday night, and Rick and I were up in the early hours of the morning, drinking on the beach in the moonlight after everyone else had long gone to bed. Rick had one hell of an alcohol tolerance.
Them or your Provincetown buddies? Maybe I could come up for a long weekend, get a hotel. See how you gay dudes party. Hell, Erica and I watch gay porn videos for christsake. He grinned, clearly happy to shock me. At least around me. Like you got a secret life. He looked so out of place from the get go, unsure of what to do or say as a bunch of muscled up guys in their late 20s and early 30s tried to one up themselves with catty insults and campy humor.
Like a sad lion in a zoo. I tried to check in with him from time to time and finally asked outright how he was doing. Probably felt that way for years.
Young dudes like to party and chase tail for a week. He loved the beach, loved T dance, loved going out dancing at night. For a jockish straight dude, Rick likes to dance, even if it is in his goofy way. My housemates were warming up to him. Not my type, but he was a cute pup.
I was amused but a little pissed off that my buddy could make new friends so easily. It was T dance, and Rick and I were working on our first beer, going down too quickly after a day in the sun. I was scoping out the talent, and Rick caught where my glance was going. A medium-tall beefy guy, probably older and more of a daddy than I go for, but with a nice strong body. I broke my glance and blushed. Over that second round, I decided to loosen up.
I told Rick I was scoping out Beefy Daddy. And I guess some older men like to play the part. You really packed on some muscle since college. Kept it lean, too. How much work you gotta put in to get a body like that? I got a special reason for asking. I had done such a good job at keeping my lust for Rick in check, but I knew I was crossing the line by outwardly praising his body this way. I think the idea turns her on. I think he got a kick seeing me off guard.
And he definitely had eyes for my buddy. He keep sneaking looks over, grinning, practically giggling with his buddies. Form fitting, but still covered his awesome torso. I think he was self conscious around all the in-shape guys. He handed me his beer and peeled off his shirt, stuffing it into his back waistband.
No longer darting stolen glances but staring at my friend. You gonna hook up with that Daddy? It was just like the shore house days way back. He clinked my beer and winked before walking over to where Frat Dude was hanging out with his friends. I sighed, ashamed of my jealousy, but also titillated that my straight buddy was actually picking up another dude. It was all unreal. I thought of going home and resting up before dinner but decided for another drink.
By the time I got back from the bar, Rick and Frat Dude were gone. Just then, a hot guy came up to me. Very fit, muscular, tall dude.
My age, dark hair, handsome with a dimpled smile. From this man, it was charming. But I thought better of it. We made some small talk. About the week, the weather, our plans for the evening. And I was getting more than a little tipsy too. Or maybe I got away with it because of my looks. Jeff fucked a load out of me twice before he left my rental house just after sunset. Indeed, by the time I got back to the house in the afternoon, he was there on the deck, reading a book.
I was both tired and energized from a day in the sun, scoping out hot dudes. Rick gave me the blow-by-blow. Apparently Frat Dude was really good at giving head.
I sucked a dick. I even let him cum in me. And maybe because Rick had been so forthcoming with me, I spared no details on what Jeff and I had done. It felt refreshing, liberating even, to talk about sex this way with one of my best friends. I was shirtless and today Rick was too, showing off his beefy build. I shot him a glare. His expression got real serious and his voice soft.
It was like my first kiss, all over again. Because it was special. Rick may have been green at guy-on-guy sex but he knew how to fucking kiss. My head grew light and my heart pounded as we made out right there in the middle of the crowd. We kissed practically the whole path back to my bedroom, me walking backward, Rick taking charge. I kicked off my sandals and he peeled down his shorts.