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Destiny in Daytona

By: JKendallDane



8===> "From painting the house to painting the ceiling"

*

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." 


Destiny in Daytona Ch. 02



8===> Sleeping arrangements that make everyone happy

Trent looked at me and with a head toss towards the door, he asked, "You want to grab another Coke from the machine before bed, Kevin?" 

I knew it was more of a suggestive demand than a question and I answered back, "Sure. You guys want us to get ones for you too?" I offered to Greg and Ethan as I stood up. They were trying to agree on yet another movie to watch and only nodded their heads. Greg was sitting in the chair in front of the TV flipping through channels. Ethan was parked on the side of the bed closest to the door...as far from the TV and Greg as he could get without hiding in the bath tub. He looked over at Greg then instantly back to Trent with a distressed expression on his face.

"We'll be right back," Trent said in a calming voice. It was obvious the comment was directed totally at Ethan to sooth whatever was causing the sudden apparent anxiety of being left alone with Greg. Trent grabbed my arm and practically yanked me through the door along with a whispered, "Come on...we need to talk quick." 

"OK, what the fuck is up, Trent?" I asked on the balcony walkway as soon as the door closed behind us.

He waited until we were a few steps away from the door before he replied. "You and I need to work out the bed sharing arrangements or we may end up with an ugly scene when we get back, is what the fuck is up."

I gave Trent a confused look at first and then simply said, "Ethan?" 

"Oh yeah. He is really spaced out over Greg's little 'whip it out and beat it' stunt. He told me on the way to the pizza place that no way; even if hell freezes over; will he share a bed with him. Now the question is, which of us gets him and which of us gets Greg?" 

"Which one turns you on the most?" I joked as I elbowed Trent.

He only half laughed at the jab. "This is serious, Kevin. The rest of the week will be all fucked up if we don't get this issue calmed down real quick."

"I already talked to Greg about being a hell of a lot more discreet because of Ethan," I injected. 

"Good! I wasn't all that excited about watching him get his rocks off either, but I'm not going to have nightmares about it like Ethan might." A momentary silence came before he added, "I guess since Ethan has decided to dump on me, that he would be most comfortable sleeping with me. You cool with sharing the sheets with Greg?" 

For some reason, the way Trent phrased that question made my cock twitch. "Sure. No problem," was my simplistic answer. "The way Ethan has staked claim to that first bed, makes it easy to avoid the whole 'who sleeps where?' thing too. I'll park on the other bed, you just casually move in beside Ethan, and that only leaves one place for Greg to go." 

"Good plan, Kev. Let's roll with that and hope they both chill down."

When we got back to the room, Greg was alone watching TV and the shower was running behind the closed bathroom door. Trent immediately stripped down to his boxers and took his place on the bed closest to the door. Ignoring both the TV and me and Greg, he began flipping through the newest Sports Illustrated he had brought along as he drained the soda. I walked to the far end of the room, handed over a Coke to Greg, and flopped into the chair next to his. 

Greg leaned towards me and whispered, "He grabbed something from his suitcase and headed for the bathroom as soon as you guys left." He nearly made me shoot soda from my nostrils when he added, "Bet he even locked the door." 

"Be nice, Greg," I pleaded. "He might be 18, but I think his sexuality is stuck at 12."

"Hell at 12 I already had pubes, six inches, and was whippin' it twice a day. I bet he hasn't even had a good wet dream yet."

"Well that is Trent's worry for the week. He is going to share a bed with him so Ethan doesn't freak at the possibility of being in one with you."

"So that means I am stuck rolling in the hay with you?" 

The little grin that came over his face wasn't missed by me...neither was the subtle crotch rub he took on himself. "Yup but you have to wear underwear," was all I said as I felt my cock involuntarily twitch again. 

"I'll start out that way, but no promises beyond that since I usually wake up nude ," was the tease he tossed back. 

The double entendres were too quickly reaching a level of oral foreplay I wasn't sure was anywhere except in my mind, but I tacked on one more just in case. "Then I guess I should bring a towel to bed and be prepared for whatever pops up, eh?" 

Greg took yet another shot by showing off a new boner in his boardies and simply stating along with a wink, "Wouldn't be a bad idea, buddy."

Before we could continue the sexually charged verbal jousting, the bathroom door creaked open and three sets of eyes watched in near disbelief as Ethan walked out wearing pajama bottoms. Not sleep pants, but real pajama bottoms that you just knew came with a matching top and would never be worn by anyone over the age of 10 or under 60. I did my best to stifle a laugh, looked over at Greg and mouthed "I win...no tops." 

Ethan glanced first at Trent laying on top of the sheets in just his underwear; then around the room to the empty bed; over to me and Greg; and then finally back to the empty spot beside Trent. It was as if he had no clue of what to do or where to choose to sit. 

Sensing the apprehension, Trent once again took charge by asking, "You ready for bed, Ethan?"

"Umm...yeah, Trent...I guess so," was the halting response as he looked down at Trent's

nearly naked body, over to Greg, then me, and then to the empty bed near us, yet again.

"I'm ready too. Just tell me you don't snore or drool in your sleep," was offered jokingly as Trent shifted to the right side of the bed and patted the left as an invitation to Ethan.

"You guys need to kill it soon too, if we are gonna hit the beach early," was directed towards Greg and me.

"We'll put the TV on timer and turn the sound way down so we can finish this movie from our bed if it's OK with you guys," came from Greg as he stood up. 

I followed him to my feet and we looked at each other with the realization that we both needed to get out of the swim suits we still had on and into some briefs, but didn't want to set off Ethan again. Luckily, Trent caught the dilemma also, and switched off the bedside light so we could change in the semi darkness of the room. We kept our backs to Ethan to minimize any shock to his psyche, but I couldn't help but notice that Greg's eyes seemed to stray to my naked front; the same as mine did to his; while we changed. By the time we had nestled into the bed together, my cock had taken on a mind of its own and I was sporting a half bone. I did my best to concentrate on the movie rather than stealing glances at Greg's cotton-covered crotch for the next 45 minutes. The few times I gave in to temptation, I couldn't decide if he had wood too, or if the large lump was just a shadow effect of the flickering television light. 

"Quick pee and then down to business," came out as a hushed whisper from Greg as the movie ended and he used the remote to shut off the TV before crawling out of bed. When he came back, he stuffed something under my pillow. "You forgot the cum rag," he teased quietly as he rolled over on his back. 

The slight gap in the window drapes let in just enough of the parking lot lights to shine a sliver directly on his bright white boxers and he either had a full boner or an entire package of tube socks in there! My own cock sprang to full attention as I watched Greg's hand move down and slip under the waistband of his undies. Giving in to the need, I allowed my own hand to follow suit and take a firm grip on myself. After several minutes, it was obvious the only sounds in the room were the humming of the wall unit air conditioner, the dual snores from the other side of the room, and the barely audible sounds of our fingers playing in thick pubic hair. 

"I think it's safe if we don't get noisy," leaked almost silently from Greg's lips. I felt him shift in the bed and watched as he pushed his boxers low enough to expose his beautiful large toy and balls. "I can see you are hard too...you gonna join me or just watch?" 

My eyes took a quick reconnaissance run of the other bed, and convinced that both Trent and Ethan were dead to the world, I slipped my own briefs halfway to my knees. Within minutes, both of us had worked our way up to a rhythmic stroking that would soon bring the desired result. We were laying close enough together, that more than a few times our bare legs brushed against each other. My libido became so stimulated that I chanced slipping my free arm under his head and pulling him even closer. The only reaction that received was for Greg to snuggle up tighter and allow me to enjoy the new feelings of his arm brushing against my upper torso as he pulled on himself. I was so close to cumming that I was beginning to moan more than softly. To quiet me, Greg rolled to his side, used his free hand to cover my mouth, and then even slipped a finger between my lips. My hand motions increased ten-fold at the same time I started sucking on the finger that had invaded my mouth. I was happily surprised when that action caused Greg to begin rubbing his finger over my tongue while he pushed it in and out in concert with my sucking. I was fantasizing his hard tool being in my mouth instead of just brushing against my tummy each time he stroked it, when he issued his warning. 

"We stay like this and I am gonna cum on you, Kevin." Just that statement...no attempt to pull away. 

Feeling the rumble in my nuts, I only kept jerking faster and faster as I managed to eek out around his still inserted digit, "So do it, Greg." Just as I felt my juices start up my cum chute, I locked my lips tight on his still probing finger to keep from crying out in pleasure. 

"I warned you," was all he said as I felt the first splatter hit my chest. His own mouth then latched onto my shoulder; probably to quash the noises he wanted to make; while he humped into his fist and he finished emptying another half dozen ropes on me. The sticky warmness of his jis on me brought about the nearly instant addition of my own huge load and without seeing the mess, I was pretty certain I looked like a can a whipped cream had exploded on me. As I felt his hand slip under my pillow, he whispered in my ear, "That one was UBER fuckin' hot, buddy."

"And we got the whole rest of the week to keep improving," I offered back with a big smile. 

"And we will," was all he said with a return smile. 

I wondered to myself just what all Greg had in mind to improve our shared jerking, but got a pretty good clue as I watched while he took the towel he had retrieved and not only dabbed up the ocean of nut juice that covered me, but also tenderly take care of the stray dribbles on my cock and balls. There was no skin-on-skin contact from his fingers, but the way he stared at my jewels while he cleaned them off, said that it was just a matter having it be the right time...most specifically, one where we didn't have to worry about two friends being asleep just a few feet away.

* * * * *

The next day we had been on the beach for the better part of four hours when Trent decided he wanted to get in on the loosely organized pick up volleyball game. To all our shock, Ethan excitedly asked to be included also. The time he was spending puppy-dogging-around with Trent was evidently creating some changes as the most athletic thing he had done previously with us so far had been tossing a frisbee. Acting like a big brother, Trent told him yes and the two of them jumped into the fray as soon as spots opened up. 

Greg and I smeared some more sun block on ourselves and sat in the sand watching the first few rounds before he came up with an interesting proposition. "They are really getting into it and gonna be occupied for a while it looks like." He waited for the full smirk to appear on his face before going on. "Feel like 'getting lost' and finding our own game to play back in the room while we have a chance?" 

Remembering the morning wood that had been pressed up against my back when I awoke...and the seductive tug that Greg had been taken on mine under the sheets...made me think it was an excellent idea. I smiled back at Greg and teased him with, "I can be up for that pretty easy." 

He looked down at my crotch and grinned. "Bet you can stud. I need to get off bad. Let's book." It was all that was said before we jumped to our feet and snaked through the small crowd of spectators before Trent or Ethan noticed us leaving. We raced to the stairs on the beach side of the motel and were quickly unlocking our second floor room door and snickering like a couple of pubescent teens that were about to raid their dad's stash of Playboys. 

"No sense in wasting time," Greg stated emphatically as he instantly slithered out of his board shorts. He wasn't fully hard, but already well on the way to another of his massive erections and flopped on the bed. "Come on Kevin...get naked too and come join me," was all it took for me to shed my trunks also and crawl in beside him. 

"What you got in mind, Greg?" I asked with a slight amount of feigned innocence. The fact we were both already playing with our bones pretty much made the question mute. 

He rolled up on his side to face me and grinned. "I was thinking we need to move up to 'uber-uber fuckin' hot' stage...if you are cool with the idea..." It was an unfinished question and statement combined.

Before I could question what 'uber-uber' level included, Greg's hand encircled my cock and pulled on it gently. My eyes snapped shut and I moaned deeply as my hips shifted into his grasp. He; rightfully so; took that as my answer and began squeezing my shaft and running his thumb over my already preeing slit. I opened my eyes back up, smiled, and as I trapped his big tool in my palm and fingers, I confided, "Feels fucking awesome buddy." 

"Just the start. I figure we have at least a half hour of privacy to enjoy this...so let's!" 

As much as I wanted to take things a whole lot further, for the next 20 minutes we only massaged each other's fleshy poles, rubbed on our full nut sacs, took enough strokes to bring each other to the edge of joy several times, danced our fingers through our curly shrubbery, and finally got down to a concluding flurry of seriously jerking the other. As the telltale alarm from my balls sounded, I blurted out, "Oh fuck yeah, Greg! Make me cum like I need to!" 

"You just keep yanking on my dick like you are, and I'm right there with you!" His mouth then closed to swallow his increasing moans. His free hand suddenly cupped my balls and began pulling on them like he was milking me. 

That was it! My back arched up from the bed and I let loose with a moan that was far too loud as my white ropes began peppering my body. My hand never left his cock and it only took a few more rapid tugs to have him cry out and unload too.

As we struggled to get our breath back, I questioned, "Uber-Uber?"

"Maybe even uber-uber-uber fuckin' hot," was the answer along with a laugh. 

I laughed also but added, "I can hardly wait to find out what the next level is." As much as I had always enjoyed masturbating anyway, Greg was quickly turning me into a connoisseur with our joint sessions. Now that the thin ice of actually doing each other had been broken, I was already anticipating what new tricks he had in mind...or was open to.

* * * * *

Greg and I had gotten cleaned up, redressed, and back to the beach in time to see the very end of the latest volleyball game...and see Ethan of all people, nail down the win with an impressive spike. From the way he and Trent talked when they joined us, thankfully we hadn't even been missed during our disappearing stunt. 

"Let's take a quick dip to cool down and then start thinking about dinner guys," Trent suggested nodding his head towards the waves. "We need to make this an early night if we are going to be on the road for Orlando first thing tomorrow. We want to be at the park just before it opens or we'll spend half the day standing in hour-long lines for the best rides." 

"Straight to Space Mountain first still the plan?" I questioned.

"Oh yeah," Trent confirmed. "According to two of the guys we were playing volleyball with, they were there yesterday and said if you don't hit it right away, you will end up in line for two hours or more. So it really needs to be at the top of the list." 

Before we could discuss any more about the next day's plan or what to do for dinner, a huge wave swallowed all of us up, and we spent the next 15 minutes frolicking in the surf. On the walk back to the motel, we settled on hitting the Denny's down the street for a real meal since the next day would most likely be filled with lots of overpriced junk-type food and sugary drinks. Ethan had finally started loosing up some and stripped out his swim shorts right along with us instead of in the bathroom. Once in our street clothes, we headed down the block to the restaurant. After eating big meals, we stopped off at the game room next door and played pool and video games for a while. It was just before 9PM when we got back to the room. 

Greg immediately turned on the TV and flopped into the chair across from it that he had pretty much claimed for the week. He quickly surfed through the options and then momentarily stopped on one of the pay-per-view tease previews.

I caught both Ethan's deep blush at the sight of giant tits on the screen, and the 'No porn!' look that Trent shot at Greg. I laughed knowing that Trent was still a little leery of the potential for a repeat of Greg's exhibitionism, and that Ethan was probably scared shitless of the possibility. I was also laughing because I was positive that neither had a clue of how up close and personal Greg I had been getting. 

"Just checking it quick man...sheesh!" was all Greg answered with before he started clicking away with the remote again. He finally stopped on a horror flick that was just beginning, and after getting approvals from the rest of us, set the timer for two hours. "I'm getting comfortable though," he declared as he stood up and stripped down to just his boxers before stretching out on the bed.

I followed Greg's lead and got down to my briefs also and joined him. Trent did too and took his spot on the other bed. Much to all our surprise, even Ethan decided to forgo his pajama bottoms and crawled in bed beside Trent wearing just tighty-whities that his mom probably picked out for him. We all stifled the snickers we wanted to let loose with, in honor of what was most likely a major milestone for Ethan.

Trent killed the nightstand light sometime around 10:30 when he heard the soft snores coming from Ethan. "Night guys," was all he said to me and Greg as he rolled over on his side with his back to our bed. Just as I felt Greg's hand tease my crotch, Trent rolled back over and whispered, "Wake up call is at 7 so we can be headed for Disney at 8. Don't stay up too late." With that reminder, he rolled back to his side and was searching for the same deep sleep Ethan had already found. 

"But I am already 'up'..." Greg whispered in my ear as his hand curled around the erection in my boxers. "...and so is Kevin." 

I snickered to myself and thought about brushing Greg's hand away. Not that I didn't want to play; hell I had popped a new boner within minutes of being under the sheets with him; but rather just wanted to wait until we heard a second set of snores coming from the other bed. Before I could decide whether to or not, Greg's teasing fingers were slipping inside my undies and I gave into the double temptation of them and seeing his cock causing a big tent in the sheet over us. I rolled up on my side and slid my hand through a leg opening to take a good grip on the pulsing tree trunk I found inside his shorts. We watched the last 20 minutes of the movie just like that; curled up playing with each other but not getting into the business of serious stroking. When the TV screen went blank a minute or two after the movie ended, that all changed.




Destiny in Daytona Ch. 02



Greg's grip on me suddenly tightened and he murmured in a voice so low I barely heard him. "I am so fucking horny now after all that...jack me good Kevin." Without any other words, he used the hand that wasn't working my cock in it to rip my boxers to my knees.

I answered his demand by pulling his underwear down also and began taking matching strokes on his tool. All of the foreplay had us oozing pre by the gallon, and even with the massive explosions we had shared that afternoon, the rumbling in both our balls said this wasn't going too last long. Greg had just started to hump into my fist when I leaned over and while still yanking on him, nibbled on his nipple.

"Oh fuck yeah," seeped from his lips and his hips pushed up into my hand even more. He turned best he could and latched his own mouth on one of my nips and began sucking on it too. 

The feeling of him gently chewing on my boy tit while beating my meat almost pushed me over the cliff. I ratcheted up my stroking and gnawed on his a little harder. That only brought a muffled moan and a new flurry of mouth action on my pecs. The way Greg was speed yanking on me and how I was positioned, said that tonight it was going to be him getting splattered because I was at the point where I couldn't move fast enough to divert the rush of cum that had already started up my shaft. 

Greg was over the edge too and abandoned my nipple just before he erupted. My face was still pasted to his pec though and took the first two large blobs from his cock square on my cheek. The following multiple ropes laced across his tummy and the final one dribbled on my hand. My hips kept bucking into his fist as my seed escaped and added to the sticky mess on his torso. It wasn't until I looked down and saw the giant puddles all over him, that I thought about a cum rag. Fortunately, the one we had used during the afternoon had been shoved under his side of the bed, and he retrieved it to clean up with. As he used one end to mop up the jis on his upper body, I used the other end to take care of his groin area. 

When Greg saw the splashes of white on my cheek, he grinned and almost made me instantly hard again as he used his hand to swipe it off and then, instead of wiping it on the towel, he licked it from his fingers with the biggest smile he had displayed all week. 

"Uber-uber squared, dude," I whispered.

"Just wait until tomorrow, buddy..." was the tantalizing comment he made before adding, "...gonna edge your ass so bad all day, you will be ready for an uber that isn't even on the charts." 

Knowing I wouldn't get an explanation even if I asked for one, I simply challenged back with, "Give it your best shot man...two can play that game ya know." 

"Keep dreaming buddy." Before I could come back he tacked on, "And speaking of dreams, I'm spent man. Night Kevin."

Feeling totally drained also after the long day and the two intense jerk off sessions, I concurred with a simple, "Me too. Night Greg," back.



Destiny in Daytona Ch. 03



8===> Disney World was only the second happiest place on earth this day!

The room phone woke me up immediately when it rang at 7AM. Trent sleepily answered it as I quickly shifted Greg's arm from being draped over me. Once again, sometime during the night, we had ended up in a spooned position and he had me in a cuddle like I was a giant teddy bear. While it felt good being held and having him pinned against my back; and had a lot to do with the erection between my legs; I wasn't thrilled with the idea of Greg or Ethan seeing we had slept with such intimate closeness. I rolled him to his back and shook his shoulder. "Time to get up, Greg," I ordered.

With a big grin and a grope of the giant tent in the sheet over his crotch, Greg replied softly, "I'm getting there, Kevin. Just give me a few more minutes." 

I had to laugh at the double meaning of his comment and watched as Greg covertly slid his hand over the lump once again. I took the liberty of letting him see me squeezing my own bulge and the look we shared said both had the same desire...but one that couldn't be fulfilled at the moment. It had become almost a test for us every new day to be able to will down normal morning wood instead of getting relief. There was also the problem of exhibiting minor decorum and not crawling right out of bed showing off huge packages. 

That morning was a little different though. We had plans and time was too short for any of us to laze around waiting for night bones to wilt. 

Trent broke the ice first by standing up as soon as he had replaced the phone receiver in its cradle. "Let's get moving guys," may have come from his lips, but all our eyes; even Ethan's; went to the more-than-obvious swelling that was showing in his tight boxer briefs. "Hey! What can I say? I had a good dream," was his simplistic explanation that was coupled with a laugh as he headed for the bathroom. 

I was next to take the plunge into refusing to be embarrassed and walked over to my suitcase with my loose boxers advertising the wood inside them. I began searching through my clothes trying to decide what to wear.

Greg was soon beside me and needless to say, his boxers were barely holding back the Sequoia cock I knew was behind them. "I'm thinking cargos and a tee," he offered as he began digging for his choices. 

"Would these and a polo be OK?" suddenly came from Ethan. He was standing a few feet away, holding up a pair of khaki shorts seeking our approval.

Pretty sure that neither Greg nor I actually noticed the shorts as we nodded because our eyes had both shifted to the unmistakable outline of a fairly impressive hard dick straining at the fabric of Ethan's tighty-whities. Even he was so excited about getting to Disney, that he allowed his normally excessive modesty to vanish. The temptation to tease him some was overwhelming, but both Greg and I let him hold onto his dignity and pretended we hadn't seen the big bulge. 'There may be hope for him yet,' I thought to myself. 

The gym locker room nonchalance atmosphere remained as all four of us rushed through quick showers and getting dressed. By the time we were piling into Trent's Explorer, I was still attempting to figure out the meaning behind Greg's cryptic whisper of 'Don't beat off yet. Save it like I am,' when it had been my turn for the bathroom. Getting nothing but grins from him, I settled back into the rear seat we were sharing. We were five minutes ahead of schedule when we hit the road and it took only a few blocks for his devious plan to be put into action. 

"Gonna be a long, hard, but fun day," he stated to everyone. The words 'hard' and 'fun' had both been accompanied by a rapid simultaneous squeeze to my crotch and a wink. 

'So this is how it's going to be,' went through my mind. 'Tease my ass right in front of everybody and hope we don't get caught, eh?' I accepted the gauntlet he had thrown down by countering with, "Nothing wrong with long and hard if fun comes with it," and double groping Greg back on the word 'comes'. The smirk on my face told him that the score was one to one. 

* * * * *

By the time Trent was nudging the Explorer into one of the thousands of parking slots in the Disney World lot, the score between Greg and I had reached a tie of four. We both managed teasing rubs twice while zooming down Interstate 4, and he got even with me for creating a boner just after we pulled into the massive parking area. The more this little edging game went on, the more I realized that getting caught at it wasn't going to the be the largest problem. Our cargos showing off the results was! I had already started leaking pre after Greg's second touch and was worried about stains appearing in the light colored shorts. The monster dick he had, kept pushing out to where it couldn't be missed each time it hardened anew. I was thinking maybe we needed to cool it, but Greg had other ideas.

"Now the real fun begins, Kevin," he said as we stood behind Trent and Ethan in line at the ticket gates. The seemingly innocent comment came along with his hand rubbing my left butt cheek. Thankfully, we were all crowded so tightly together, no one seem to notice his blatant move. "Score five to four," came softly but with a deep chuckle. 

My chance to even things back up didn't finally happen until we had been waiting in line at the famous Space Mountain for about 15 minutes. We were finally deep enough inside the semi-dark structure working our way through the rat maze that corralled us, when I reached down and took a healthy grab of his box. I wouldn't have chanced it there had it not been for the combination of dim light and the crowd forcing us together. "Five up, dude," I announced proudly as I rubbed him a little longer than I should have.

"That one was almost good enough for two points...but just 'almost' and your payback will be a bitch." The mixture of compliment and warning he gave me came with a knowing smile I wouldn't fully comprehend until we had finally taken seats in the roller coaster and the car headed into the shadows. 

Trent and Ethan had gotten in the car ahead of ours. Greg and I were in the last two seats of the next narrow three person contraption. With him sitting behind me, I knew I was screwed and just after the first neck-snapping turn, he let me know it by reaching around and shoving his hand down the front of my cargos and inside my boxers. As his fist tightened around me, he whispered in my ear. "Just remember rule number one...you can't cum!" With that, he began what would be nearly two full minutes of working me as we rocketed around the rails of the coaster. Just before we burst through the doors at the end of the ride, by cock was begging to burst also, but Greg only pulled his hand from my pants and laughed hysterically. As we exited the car; both of us doing our best to hide the large lumps in our shorts; he triumphantly declared, "Don't even try to score that one, Kevin. You'll be spending the rest of the day playing catch up as it is." 

I gave him a congratulatory fist bump, but cautioned him with, "Don't call the game after one completed pass, buddy. This scrimmage has just begun." The dual grins we shared said that the rest of the day would probably get increasingly interesting. And it did!

* * * * *

We got our money's worth by staying in the park all the way to closing. As we stood in the darkness watching the grand finale fireworks show, Greg got in one more point by leaning back into me and murmuring, "I'm gonna make you explode like that yet tonight," as his hand took yet one more stealthy graze over my crotch and creating what had to have been my fiftieth new erection for the day. 

We had stopped keeping an official score after his coup on Space Mountain, but thanks to the wide variety of rides and some creativity, I had gotten in almost as many successful boner-inducing teases throughout the day as he had. My best one came during the long 'Big Thunder Mountain Railroad' ride where I had Greg hard as a rock and squirming pretty good by the end of the seven minute trip. I also managed to con him into riding the fairly tame 'Astro Orbiter' and thanks to it being only a two person cabin and the privacy the ride provided once it got high in the air, I got even for his Space Mountain tricks by worming my hand into his shorts and jerking on his long shaft for a couple of minutes. 

By mid-afternoon, both of us were showing spots on our cargos from all the pre that we caused each other to leak and not be contained by our boxers. Luckily the humidity and temperature were both high enough, that they looked enough like sweat stains and we didn't have to buy oversized and overpriced Mickey Mouse tee shirts to hide them. As evening came on, we tended to take in some of the tamer attractions, but even those provided opportunities to keep Greg's and my edging game going strong. 

When the last flurry of fireworks went off, the four of us headed for the parking lot at a fast trot, anxious to be as close to the front of the mass exodus as possible. Once again, it was Greg and I alone in the back seat which only told me that the final whistle of the game probably hadn't blown yet. Surprisingly, we both kept our hands to ourselves until Trent had us buzzing back up I-4 to Daytona Beach. It was only a few miles though before Greg snaked his hand over to my lap in the darkness and began rubbing me into another stiffy with his palm.

But I was ready for him! Feigning exhaustion, I curled up on the seat with my butt wedged against the door and my head pressed to Greg's thigh. I gave him a smirk that said 'Prepare to be owned,' and then announced, "Wake me up when we get there if I fall asleep." 

"OK lightweight," came from Trent with a chortle. He and Ethan busied themselves with selecting music to listen to and I watched Greg's eyes open wide as he figured out what he was in for. He sighed, smiled, and then closed his eyes and leaned his head back as if he was going to take a nap too. It was really a surrender and we both knew it. 

Between the darkness inside the SUV, and Trent and Ethan paying total attention to each other and the road, it very easy for me to carry out my strategy. I had my hand up inside the loose leg of Greg's cargos and rubbing his cotton-trapped balls quickly. My fingers finally moved higher and found him as hard as I had made him countless other times that day. Not satisfied with just teasing him through his boxers, I managed to tug the waistband down and took a firm grip on flesh. For the next hour, I remained totally silent but constantly playing with him. I could feel his new juices dribbling down the sides of his cock and took an almost sadistic joy in seeing how worked up I could make him. Each time he quivered when I brought him too close to cumming, I looked up at him and thought to myself, 'Wanted to make this a contest, did ya? We'll see who is begging the hardest back at the motel.' The only part of the plan I hadn't formulated, was just how to accomplish what we would need to. We were going to need more privacy than what sharing the room could provide, to properly bring the fun we had been setting up for all day to a fitting conclusion. When we hit the exit for the motel in Daytona, I sat up as if I was coming out of nap mode. 

* * * * *

Greg was either a mind reader or just simply felt the same was as I did, because as soon as we pulled into the motel parking lot, he was already talking about how totally awake he was now. On the other hand, Ethan and Trent were both expelling yawns and looking like the only thing they were interested in, was a quiet room and a soft pillow. Greg looked at me and suggested, "I think I'm gonna grab a Coke and go sit by the pool for a while. How about you, Kevin? Up for some stargazing?" The wink that came with the question said he had a plan if I didn't. "Sounds good to me," I replied with a knowing wink back even though I had no clue what he had in mind specifically.

"We're both whipped. Just be quiet when you come back to the room and leave the TV off," was all that Trent offered as he and Ethan dragged themselves towards the stairs. 

After Greg and I got sodas from the vending machine, we walked into the pool deck area on the backside of the motel. All the lights were off and with it being a near moonless night, I was surprised by Greg choosing to meander around all the chaise lounges, pool chairs, and tables in order to get clear to the darkest and farthest corner of the already somewhat secluded area. I followed him into the shadows doing my best to not trip over anything. I knew it had to be midnight or after, and had never seen anyone around the pool after 10PM; finally surmising that he was seeking out the most hidden spot he could find. My cock twitched with the possibilities that idea created.

The spot he finally stopped at...a windowless corner of the building on one side with a privacy fence with giant elephant ears and Sago palms surrounding it running the other way...created an almost completely hidden alcove. It was perfect since we would see someone entering the pool area long before we would be noticed by them. He grinned at me as he took my can of Coke from me and sat both mine and his on the nearby table. His now empty hands pulled me into him and he began grinding against me. "Do you have any idea how fucking horny you got me on the way back?" he throatily whispered in my ear. Before I could answer, he spun me against the wall and I felt his hands feverishly unsnapping my shorts. 

"Probably not any more horny than you have had me all day," I replied as his fingers unzipped me.

"I hope so because I am so ready to fucking get off with you it isn't funny." He peeled back my fly and pushed both my shorts and boxers to my knees in the same frenzied motion.

"Well then these need to go," I stated as I tugged at his cargos. I couldn't see his massive bulge in the darkness, but I knew it was there because I sure had felt it when he had pinned his body to mine. Before I could start to undo him, Greg did it on his own and let his pants and underwear go clear to his ankles. I reached out in search of what I knew was there and looked in his eyes smiling when I found it. 

"Ahhh fuck yeah," he moaned softly when my hand wrapped around him. His hips humped into my grip a few times. "I want this to last so much, Kevin." The way he was whispering as he took my hard bone in his hand and squeezed out some pre was so erotic. "Have it be as special as this whole day has been. As special as can make it out here anyway."

It took everything I had in me to keep from leaning in and kissing him. I was too afraid of how he would take it and only kept slow stroking his pole. He was taking similar casual pulls on my cock, both of us knowing that too much action too quickly, would put us beyond the brink of what we wanted to enjoy as long as possible. I was sorting ideas in my mind that might extend things when Greg changed the pace a little.

Greg brushed my hand from his cock and he moved up tight against me. Suddenly the hand that was working me, was joined by his other one which was full of his large shaft. He laid my shorter one on top of his larger one and pinched them together just before using both hands to join masturbation and frottage in one. "Mother FUCK," seeped from my lips as the new sensations flowed through me and my hips involuntarily humped to match his strokes. Every thrust we made drove the tip of my mushroom into his thick pubes and his cock head into my full balls. With the firm grip he had and the increasing friction, I warned after only a minute or two, "I don't wanna cum yet, Greg. Ease up a little."

"Me neither," was his only verbal reply as he released the death hold and switched to fondling my nuts and sliding a hand under my tee to tweak a nipple.

That caused me to moan and grab for his cock again. I teased the tip by thumbing the slit and then smearing his jis all over the head before tracing a finger around the ridge. I knew I was hitting every sensitive spot but not enough to bring him off yet. My legs quivered when his hand left my balls and joined the other under my tee to work over the second nub. Since we had been continually going new places, I abandoned my attention to his tool and took two handfuls of firm ass cheek and pulled him into me. With our height differences, my cock was now drooling on his upper thighs and his was pressed tight to my abs. Filled with lust, we began grinding once again while staring into each other's eyes. 

"I don't think this can get much hotter," Greg managed to get out between his soft moans.

As much as I feared the repercussions, I spun away from him and pushed his back against the wall. Looking him directly in the eyes, I countered, "I don't know about that." Before I could make any other decision I dropped to my knees and took his cock in my hand. When I hesitated just long enough to look up to his face, I was rewarded with a huge smile and an expression that could only be interpreted as a go ahead. "All new uber uber, buddy," was all I let out of my mouth before I stuffed it full with his manhood.

"Sonbitch!" slipped almost too loudly from Greg's lips. His legs quivered as I orally worked on him. Fingers from both hands were suddenly gripping my hair, holding me tight to his crotch. "Feels so fuckin' good," came along with the gentle humps his hips began giving my face. "I don't think I can take too much more, Kevin," was the quietly issued warning. 

While I was processing whether to ignore that caveat, I was yanked to my feet. Looking in Greg's eyes, I asked, "Something wrong? You didn't like that?"

"Enough that I want you to know how good it feels too." With that, Greg slid down the wall and had most of me in his mouth before I even realized what was happening. 

No matter how many stars were in the sky at that moment, I saw a billion new ones when Greg took my entire rod in one motion. I grabbed at the wall for support when his nose buried itself in my crotch fuzz. "Ohhh fuck yesss!" I moaned as he began taking full swallows on me and using his tongue to tease my silky pole. My hips took up a natural thrusting and I felt what had to be his tonsils urging my overly sensitive head to thoroughly enjoy this new experience. With all the edging that day, my balls were begging for release, but I didn't want our first blow jobs to end like this...getting it on in the dark in such a rushed manner. It was so very hot; especially with the possibility of being caught; but we deserved a much more intimate way to share such a groundbreaking moment. Before he had me to the point I couldn't stop the release, I forced myself to pull my tool from his mouth and urge him back to his feet. I looked at him and simply said, "We can finish that the right way when we have much more time and much more privacy." 

Greg grinned back at me and nodded his agreement just before lashing our cocks together again with both hands. "You still want to get off now though, don't you?" he asked as he began slow yanking on both of us. 

"Well hell yeah," I shot back along with hip thrusts to match his tugs. Once again, my shorter tool was pressed to the top of his longer one. His thick pubes were imploring my slit to do more than just ooze pre on them as it brushed into them. His mushroom kept smacking my nuts making them cry out for release. "I am so ready Greg. Don't stop," I begged.

"Me too buddy," was all he said, but it came with a renewed vigor of stroking. 

I held onto his waist as he worked us faster and faster. "I wanna cum, Greg. Make me fuckin' cum. Please!" I pleaded as I leaned in and bit down on his shoulder. 

"Give it up then, Kevin because you are getting mine now!"

The first splashes of his day-long built-up load against my nuts felt like a fire hose hitting them. That caused them to give up their fight and I drenched his pubes with more sticky whiteness than had ever spewed from me before. His balls seemed to never empty either as I felt at least seven or eight more splatters on my balls and the juice running down my thighs. As his hands and our bucking hips finally came to rest, Greg took me in his arms and did what I had been totally afraid of trying...brushing his lips over mine. It wasn't completely intimate and he broke it off before our tongues got involved; but none the less; it was a kiss. I smiled and he smiled back.




Destiny in Daytona Ch. 03



"Next time we do that even better," he promised as he reached down to pull his shorts back up. 

I concurred with a simple, "No argument from me," as I got my clothes back in place also. As we navigated around all the pool furniture and climbed the stairs to our room in almost total silence, I wondered if Greg was thinking the same things I was...how we had just been on the best ride of the whole day and how do we get the total seclusion and time we really need?



Destiny in Daytona Ch. 04



8===> Storm clouds come with a silver lining

One thing we all quickly learned about Florida was, that especially during the summer months, you could expect at a minimum a short rain shower each day. Whether it was late morning, mid-afternoon, or early evening; some liquid sunshine was almost guaranteed daily. We had only been on the beach for less than an hour, when the daily thunder clouds moved in for a surprise mid-morning appearance. Grabbing our beach towels, mini cooler, frisbees, and tanning lotion bottles, we managed to make the dash across the sand to the motel before the sky opened up. 

Once in the room, we dumped everything on the low profile dresser and opened the drapes to watch for when the weather moved on. We had been told sometimes it was only minutes and sometimes it lasted into the night...you just waited it out or changed plans. By the time the rain had been beating on the window for better than an hour, it was becoming painfully obvious that this one was socked in for the rest of the day. That fact was confirmed by the sky being dark in all directions and the weather report on the television. 

"So what do we do now?" Trent finally asked. "I don't feel like being trapped in here all day."

"Me neither," Ethan added. He was sitting on the bed scrutinizing the collection of tourist attraction folders he had acquired from the lobby display when we checked in. "Maybe we could hit a museum or drive down to Cape Canaveral?"

Greg and I were sitting at the little round table next to the window. I looked out and then rolled my eyes at the idea of going out in this weather at all. He looked up from the game of solitaire he was playing and quietly offered to me with a wink, "Or we could get rid of them and play strip poker." I laughed but nodded my head at the idea. 

I announced my decision with, "You guys go if you want, but I think I would rather just hang out here and veg to be honest." 

"Me too," Greg chimed in with. "Maybe order a pizza and find some flicks to watch."

"What a couple of party animals you two are," Trent teased. "Maybe if you guys hadn't been up and running around half the night, doing God knows what, you would have a little more energy." The smirking look he gave me made me wonder just what all he was really imagining. Turning back to Ethan he added, "Let's find something fun to do and let those two find a couple of blue-haired ladies to play bridge with." 

"Fuck you," I joked along with flipping Trent the bird. I felt Greg's foot brush up against mine along with a grin on his face that said the same thing I was thinking: With any luck, we would be ending up with the room to ourselves soon.

After a few minutes of discussion over the travel folders, Trent and Ethan decided on the Daytona 500 museum and were immediately changing into street clothes for the excursion. Trent announced as he laced up his sneaks, "We will probably be there all afternoon. Sure you guys won't get bored being here all alone?" Once again, he gave me a sly smirk that I wasn't certain how to interpret. 

"We'll find something to occupy us," Greg answered. Along with his comment, his bare toes from both feet trapped the ankle of my left leg and slid up and down the bottom part of my calf in a motion duplicating his hands on our cocks from the night before. The smirk on his face needed no interpretation. 

Thankfully our positions at the table hid everything that was going on under it. I boned in a heartbeat and snaked my free foot up to Greg's thigh in a hopeless attempt at wedging a toe inside the leg opening of his board shorts. "We will be fine, Trent," I managed to gasp out; hopefully without sounding like I was in heat. 

Without any further attempt at getting us to go along, Trent joined Ethan who was already anxiously waiting at the door. "Guess we will see you around dinnertime then. Have fun," was his parting comment, but it came with a final smirk and a wink also as he stepped over the threshold and pulled the door closed behind him.

* * * * *

The room had abruptly filled with a strange stillness after the door clicked shut. Only the soft background noise from the TV was in the air as Greg and I stared at each other across the small table. The very thing we had wanted...hours of privacy alone...were suddenly ours and neither of us seemed to know how to proceed. I eventually broke the silence with, "So, you wanna order a pizza and eat first or what?"

Greg grinned and stood without speaking. He walked to the door, took the 'Do Not Disturb' sign and hung it on the outside knob, and then slipped the security chain in place after double checking that the door was locked. When he got back to the chair I was sitting in, he leaned down and finally answered, "I think 'or what' first sounds like a very good way to work up an appetite." His hand went to the bulge in my swim suit and squeezed as he added, "Sound good to you, Kevin?" 

My hand worked up into the leg opening of his boardies and cupped the dangling balls it found. "Yeah and maybe finish what we really couldn't last night?" I queried with hope and a large grin as I rubbed his juice makers. 

"We started a couple of things I want to finish if you do too," he shot back before pulling me up to my feet and folding me into an embrace. "Starting with this," came next as his mouth moved in to meet mine.

The tentative kiss quickly turned passionate as I opened my lips to his probing tongue tip. My hands began running up and down his back and our hips started to grind together in lust. Greg's hands slid down inside the back of my swim trunks and massaged my butt cheeks. I started to push his board shorts down while still sucking on his tongue like I had wanted to on the pool deck last night. I felt his fingers tugging at the waistband of my suit forcing it down when he inhaled my tongue into his mouth. We were still in the same embrace and lip lock when we kicked the swimsuits from our ankles and shuffled as one to the bed. We only broke off the long kiss when we fell onto the soft mattress. "Why didn't you kiss me that way last night?" I asked as we cuddled up naked together.

"I wasn't sure you wanted me to go that far, Kevin," was all he said.

"We had just had each other's cocks in our mouths...why worry about a kiss?" I answered with a snicker.

"Yeah...and speaking of that..." 

It was all that was said before I was flipped to my back and Greg repositioned himself between my legs. He looked up across my torso, grinned, and then licked his lips as he held my dick straight up. I smiled back at him and pushed my hips up towards his face. "Suck me again like you did last night," I pleaded. 

"No...it will be better than last night," he countered just before munching down on my mushroom. For the next five minutes, I watched intently as Greg's mouth worked me with enthusiasm and a natural talent that made me moan on almost every slurp he took of my shaft. 

I finally tapped him on the shoulder and stated, "What about my turn? Get that hot dick of yours up here so we can both enjoy this."

Greg spit out my cock and stretched out beside me with a wide grin on his face. "If you insist, Kevin," he joked as he waved his fleshy flagpole at me. 

"You will be the one insisting on me not stopping in a few minutes," I kidded back before leaning over his body. After seeing how large it really was, up close and in the daylight, I took a deep breath before beginning. My lips stretched over the helmet and my tongue teased his preeing slit. Over the next five minutes I was almost mercilessly slow by first casually chewing my way down his long, thick shaft, and then with my rhythmic bobbing on it. I used my hand to rub his nuts while I sucked him and the squirms and whimpers from him told me I was doing most everything right, so I was surprised when he pulled me off. 

"Damn can you fuckin' suck cock, Kevin! You have me almost ready to blow man," was the explanation he gave before he took me in his arms and shoved his tongue back in my mouth. We stayed entwined together trading spit for several minutes, but the yearnings for more quickly returned. Greg's only words were, "Let's sixty-nine," as he spun around in the bed again and took me back in his mouth without waiting for my agreement. 

He didn't really need it since his huge cock was now bouncing in the air about an inch from my lips. Like I was going to be able to ignore that temptation! I opened wide and took as much of it as I could without triggering my gag reflex too severely. It took no time at all for us to both have a good pace going that was being amplified by hip thrusts. That; along with hands caressing every inch of bare skin from the backs of our thighs, across ass cheeks, and up our backs; had us swiftly giving off the signs of pending eruptions. Just as I was ready to warn Greg how close I was, his knees pinned to my ears and his jabbing grew more pronounced. Deciding that and the increased furor of his mouth working me, meant he wanted to take this the whole way, I began humping his face harder and concentrated on bringing him off while still in me. When the near-simultaneous explosions ripped from our balls, our cries of pleasure were only barely muffled by the flesh and cum that was filling our mouths. 

I was the one that made the next move after the final wads splashed over each of our tongues. A quick 180 spin in the bed had me face-to-face with Greg and I offered only "Off the fuckin' uber chart, uber," before pasting my mouth to his. We enveloped each other and spent the next couple of minutes making out and mixing our loads as if it was the most natural thing in the world. And at that moment, it was!

* * * * *

After a few minutes of cuddling and basking in the afterglow of satisfaction, the pillow talk turned to satisfying another need...food! Glancing over at the window, we could see the rain still beating against it. "Let's just order a pizza," Greg suggested.

"Fine with me. I sure don't feel like getting dressed and going out in that shit." I grinned and tacked on while fondling Greg's wilted, but still very impressive cock, "In fact, I don't wanna get dressed the rest of the day." A quick phone call to the shop down the street was made and I was told it would be about 40 minutes for delivery. After hanging up, I crawled back in bed and snuggled up against his naked body.

"So, Kevin...was that really your first time too?" he asked with a combination of caution and confidence in his voice.

"Everything we have done this week has been my first time," I answered. "Even though I was nervous as hell that first night when we jerked each other, what we have had since makes me so happy that you came along on the road trip. I needed to find someone like you."

"I did too," he responded softly as he draped his hand over my bare thigh. "I have had the feelings for so long, but been so afraid of saying it out loud...admitting....being...you know...being gay." 

The hesitations he made while getting that out reminded me all too much of my own internal fears I had fought with for several years. Now that the word was actually out in the open, I felt some of them come back but also felt a wave of relief. "I know what you mean, Greg. I have had a thing for guys as long as I can remember, but was scared to ever act on them," I confessed. 

"So you consider yourself gay too?"

I snickered and squeezed his cock. "Either that or the worst case of being curious that ever happened." I leaned in and brushed my lips over his. "Jacking each other off and even the blow jobs are one thing, but damn Greg...I get hard as hell just kissing you. I think that says this is more than just a phase or experimenting." 

"Oh I think we have lots more 'experimenting' to do, Kevin," he teased and then licked my lips with his tongue. "That is if you want to," he added.

I smiled at him and took his jewels in my hand. "Do you?" I asked as I rolled his balls in my palm.

Greg looked down at his crotch and grinned. "Well you are boning me up again, so I guess the answer is a definite 'yes', Kevin." 

His hand had strayed from my thigh to my cock and the attention was creating a similar reaction in me. I moved my hand up to his still developing pecs and pinched a nipple. "We've only got about 20 minutes, you know," I warned.

"Until the pizza gets here maybe. We have the rest of the afternoon and this is just good build up while we wait." A large smile appeared on his face. "Plus I am enjoying just being with you and talking." 

* * * * *

For the next 15 minutes we had snuggled and teased and talked. Dreams and fears. Fantasies and serious plans. The immediacy of college in a few more weeks and the desire for someone to share life with afterwards. When the knock came at the door, we were still talking, naked and twisted together, and both with chubbies that weren't going to magically vanish. Greg laughed and pushed me out of the bed. "You get it. You can hide yours easier than I can," he declared with a great deal of truth. 

I laughed back and quickly pulled on the board shorts laying on the floor and grabbed my wallet. I was still trying to adjust my obvious boner when I opened the door. The delivery guy was about our age and cute as hell. His eyes looked past me for a fleeting moment and then back to me. "Good number man. Total is $14.69 dude," he stated along with a grin. 

"My favorite one," I replied with a snicker. 

"Mine too," came from behind me. 

I turned my head and blushed as I saw Greg once again letting his exhibitionist fetish out...stretched out on the bed in all his naked glory with a giant smile on his face. Even from across the room, you couldn't miss that damn big hard dick laying in his happy trail. I knew the pizza guy sure couldn't have either. When I turned back to him, I noticed his eyes were checking the large lump tenting my swim suit. I handed him a $20 and said, "Keep the change. Thanks for coming out in this garbage weather, man." 

"No problem. Only wish I didn't have three other deliveries in the car. You guys look like you could be a lot of fun." The blatant statement was followed with, "Enjoy your pizza when you get around to it." He added a grope to my crotch and a knowing wink before he spun on his heels and trotted off.

Greg was laughing his ass off when I sat the pizza box on the little round table next to the window. I jumped onto the bed and pinned my body to his. "You fucker! That stunt almost made me lose my hard on!"

"Doesn't feel like it," he teased as he humped his crotch up into mine.

I reached between us and squeezed his shaft. "I think you are hungry for something else right now," I lustfully whispered before shoving my tongue in his mouth. My boardies got pushed down my thighs as we kissed passionately. 

"Do you really wanna know what I'm hungry for?" he quizzed when I freed his lips. 

"Special sauce that isn't on the pizza?" I kidded back.

There was a slight hesitation and then, "Actually I was thinking maybe you could find a new place for that sausage of yours." The grin on his face and sparkle in his eyes said he was being serious. 

"You mean..." I let the rest of my supposition trail off wanting him to complete the sentence. 

Greg's hand wrapped around my cock and wedged it between his upper thighs. "Uh huh. I wanna find out what it feels like to have you in me, Kevin."

Even without his thighs pinching tight on me, at that moment my cock became the hardest it had ever been. I kissed him tenderly and asked, "You sure, Greg?"

"Yeah I am. I want you to fuck my virgin ass, Kevin." His thighs punctuated the plea with another firm squeeze on my trapped tool.

"But we don't have any lube."

"So use some spit and all the pre we are both leaking."

"You are really sure?"

"Kevin...I am sure! Don't talk me out of it! Fuck me!" The order came along with a smile and his long legs spreading wide.

I moved to my knees between them and looked down at my friend. As I rubbed the tip of my fat cock between his cheeks wondering if it would really fit, I thought back to the few times I had fingered myself while beating off. That would be the best way to start I decided. After soaking my index and middle fingers with spit, I pried his butt split apart and rubbed at his opening. 

"Oh yeah...that's it...get it good and wet and open it up some," Greg moaned.

With that direction, I scooped up the puddle of pre above his pubes and smeared it on his puckering boy twat and took a cautious poke at his rosebud with a finger tip. It slipped in much easier than I expected. I dribbled some spit on the rest of my finger and pressed in a little deeper. He was so tight but also yielding to my probing.

Greg bit his upper lip and his hips raised a little. He gently shifted back and took the next inch of my finger all on his own. "Doing good, Kevin. Put in another one now," he directed.

Instead of asking yet again if he was sure, I moved a second finger to his cave opening and pressed it through the ring. He flinched noticeably and I stopped; just letting both fingers lay inside him. "You OK, Greg?" I paused to ask.

"Yeaaaaah," was all he answered before using his interior ass muscles to suck both invading digits in further. "More, Kevin," was the newest demand.

After some wiggling from his ass and my fingers, I was soon in knuckle deep with both fingers. I took up a slow thrusting and leaned over him. "I don't want to hurt you, Greg," I whispered to his face. 

He grinned at me and raised his head enough to give me kiss on the nose. "Don't worry babe...you aren't and won't. Just another minute or two of what you are doing and then I want the real thing." The expression on his face was one of pure pleasure. 

I worked my fingers back and forth for several more minutes and then decided that his continuous squirming and moans were my go-ahead sign. I pushed his legs high, snugged up to his balls with my cock, and just as soon as I pulled my fingers free, I pinned the tip of it to his entrance. "Hope you are ready cause I sure am," I announced at the same time I jammed forward enough to pierce him with the head. 

Greg shuddered but also cried out, "OH HELL YEAH!" as his rosebud bloomed open for me. He grabbed his erection and started taking strokes as he looked up at me. "Give me a little more now," he commanded. 

"I'm gonna give you as much as you let me take," I countered with as I pushed another couple of inches in. I was so worked up that I wanted to slam the last few inches in too, but fought the desire for fear of hurting him.

"Take all you want, cause I want it all!" The words were accompanied by a backwards hump from Greg's butt that swallowed up most of the rest of me. "Now show me what a good fuck you are, stud," preceded the clenching of his ass on my cock. "Give it to me good and screw the cum out of my balls for me," followed.

The dirty talk spilling from Greg's mouth was turning me on almost as much as the physical act was doing. I joined in with, "Oh I am gonna fuck you even better than you can imagine, baby," flew from my lips. I leaned over his torso again and stared into his eyes. "Fuck you SO good that you will never want anyone else," I promised as I covered his mouth with mine and increased the tempo of my hip motions. 

Greg sucked my tongue into his mouth and chewed on it as his hand began working himself faster. Our hip thrusting kept meshing perfectly and even though we had gotten off just over an hour earlier, I soon felt that happy tingle in my nuts. I pulled my tongue free and murmured, "Getting so close, man." 

"Me. Too. But. Keep. Going," was the reply said with short, forced breaths. 

As I raised back up to my knees, Greg's legs circled my waist and his ankles locked behind me. His fist continued to yank with fury on his huge cock as he stared into my eyes. My hands fixed on his knees as I began slamming even harder into him. My balls were spanking his ass on every drive now. "I wanna see you splatter your own face with that load," I challenged.




Destiny in Daytona Ch. 04



"You fuckin' hit THAT spot again and I will stud!" Greg screamed. His hand suddenly became a blur on his fleshy rod. 

I pulled back as far as possible and drove in deep once again. "You mean that spot, baby?" The animal-like yell from him told me it was, as much as the instant blast of white streams erupting from his slit did. It only took one more full thrust for my own release to follow and my voice joined Greg's in making unintelligible noises as I emptied inside him. 

Before my spent body could collapse on top of him, Greg pulled me down into an embrace and kissed me hard. "I think I just fell in love," he stammered in between massaging my back and licking my face.

I laughed and replied, "You are just saying that so you can fuck me next time."

In the most serious tone he had used all day, Greg simply said, "Only when you want me to, Kevin. But I do think I could fall in love with you." With that he rolled me to the side and folded up into me. "Maybe I shouldn't have said that, but..."

I kissed his cheek. "It's OK, baby. I am getting more than just fond of you too. But let's not plan the wedding just yet." I wasn't quite ready to admit that my feelings were already far more deeper than just friendship.

He smiled back at me and then looked over at the round table. "Maybe we should eat some of that pizza then before this conversation gets really weird," he proposed. 

"Good plan. Maybe with some food and a little breather, we can go for number three before we have to worry about Trent and Ethan showing back up." 

The grin he gave me as he got up to retrieve our lunch said he liked the idea.



Destiny in Daytona Ch. 05



8===>  Taking the plunge in more ways than one

It was just as we had each started on the third slice of pizza that the direction of the conversation took a new turn. Greg and I had been joking around about all of the clandestine activity we had managed so far to keep from Trent and Ethan, but also talking somewhat seriously about how we wanted to spend more time together when we got back home in a couple of days. The fact we were eating our late lunch naked, said we had become totally comfortable with each other even out of bed. In less than a week, it was if our friendship had been one of many years instead of many hours. 

"I've never been very good at making friends, Kevin. At least not close ones," he confessed. "For some reason, with you it has been so different." 

"Me neither, Greg. Trent is about the only really good buddy I have...well at least until now." I smiled before going on. "I think my fear of someone finding out who I really was is why I've been such a loner since junior high." 

"Why didn't you ever tell him?"

"I wanted to but was scared shitless of how he would react."

"He always seemed cool though. You really think it would make a difference to him?"

I shrugged. "Maybe not, but I knew he was 100% straight and some of his other friends are borderline troglodytes, so didn't want to chance it." I hesitated before asking, "There wasn't ever anyone that you wanted to tell, Greg?" 

"Only one guy before you. He moved away before I could find the courage though. It was probably for the best since I had such a crush on him and he was most likely more straight than Trent." There was a certain sadness in Greg's eyes at that moment.

I reached for his hand and squeezed it. "Total truth, bro...that's exactly why I never wanted to risk it with Trent. At one point I was sure I was in love with him and knew the feelings couldn't be returned." I paused to swipe away a tear. "Even if he could handle me telling him I was gay, I knew he wouldn't cope with me wanting more."

Greg gave me a look that started with empathy and slowly shifted to devilishness as he took my other hand in his. "Maybe it was destiny for us to end up sharing a bed this week then."

I grinned wide. "Sure been a lot more fun with you than it would have been with him." 

"That's a big deff," Greg responded along with a mischievous nod of his head towards the bed. "Once more before the straight boys get back?"

I pushed my chair back and stood up letting my newest erection show. "I think I can be talked into it," was all the answer I gave.

Greg raised up from his seat also. There was no mistake about his mood with the bone he was sporting. He took my hand and led me the couple of steps to the bed. As he pushed me down on it, he previewed what was about to happen with, "Gonna be more than talk babe. I intend to have you begging." With that, he climbed on top of me and took control of my mouth with his. 

My lips parted for him and I suckled his tongue while he squirmed his bare ass cheeks on my crotch. As our kissing grew more and more passionate, I felt his pre dripping on my tummy. Surprisingly; even after two recent orgasms; my own balls were creating new juice also and it was smearing on his crack with every wiggle he took. The initial direction he was taking led me to believe he wanted a repeat of getting fucked. How wrong I was soon became apparent. 

"Lay still and enjoy this," was all Greg said after finally removing his mouth from mine. It soon got busy again though starting with kissing my neck, then wetting down my pecs including nibbling on each nipple until both nubs were like hard pebbles. He continued with tonguing his way across my stomach, using his teeth to tug first at each inch of my treasure trail and then my curly pubes. He eventually ended his oral trek by spending a few minutes sucking me into complete hardness and pretty much total submission. 

"You do know how to use that hot mouth, baby." I added a big smile to the compliment.

"Rate me again in about ten minutes," was his cryptic reply. Greg then shifted to between my legs and dropped his face to my nuts and nuzzled them mercilessly. By the time he had my entire sac in his mouth and rolling it on his tongue, I would have probably committed a murder for him. 

"Making me crazy Greg," I whimpered.

"Nothing like you're gonna be," he emphatically stated after spitting out my balls. 

Before I could open my mouth again, he rapidly rolled my ass up, stuffed the extra pillow under the small of my back, and then jammed his nose beneath my nuts. His teeth began chewing on the knot under them and I began squirming like an earthworm on a hot rock. My hands went to his head and my fingers grabbed hair when his tongue moved lower and swiped across my pink pucker. When he slowly dragged it across my boy twat the second time, I moaned loudly. When he wedged his lips into my ass split and forced his tongue through the rosebud, I screamed in delight. For the next few minutes, Greg did things to my ass with his mouth I hadn't even dreamed possible and gave me goose bumps in places I didn't know could get them. I'm sure even my ear lobes were sweating when I was finally able to eek out, "Oh my fucking gawd, Greg! I don't want this to end. More! Please!" 

Quite the opposite though, Greg stopped and raised his head, looking up at me with a huge grin. "More what?" he jested as he simultaneously teased my opening with a finger. "Tell me what you want, Kevin," he added before using his teeth to gently chew on my ring and sending bolts of electricity through my body. I could see his eyes watching me as he suddenly worked both his tongue and a finger tip into me.

"FEEEE-UUCCCKK!" I yelled and pushed back into the double intrusion.

He pulled off long enough to ask in a very seductive tone, "Want some more do you, baby?" The question was coupled with his finger going in deeper. 

I let my hips initially respond for me and shifted into him. When I was able to, I wheezed out a verbal reply. "I think I want more than just your finger, Greg. I think I want you to fuck me."

Greg left his finger in place but shimmied up across my torso. He inserted a second finger at the same time he pressed his face to mine for a quick kiss. "Let me be honest, Kevin..." he began, "...I don't want to fuck you; but I do want to make love to you." The words were followed by another kiss and then a look that was obviously seeking agreement. 

I took in the words and smiled knowing he meant them. I circled my arms around his neck and whispered, "Then I want you to make love to me, babe." 

He simply smiled back and we anxiously kissed yet again. As he shifted back to his knees between my legs, I reminded myself that while he was hung like a stud pony, it was the length that made him seem so large. He actually wasn't any thicker than I was and knew I could handle being penetrated by him. I watched as he lowered his face to my propped-up butt and ate my ass again, getting it as wet as he could with spit. He used the pre from my slit as additional lubrication, and then dribbled spit onto his dick also, slathering it with a mixture of his own pre juices. Just as he nudged the head against my virgin opening, he paused as if to ask for permission to continue. I only smiled and nodded my head.

The burning pain that came when his mushroom punctured my ring subsided almost as quickly as it had been created. I was wanting this to happen and my body was mercifully going along. The smile and gentle bump from my hips I gave Greg got me about two inches. He stopped moving and let me get used to the first part of his tool being in me. When I nodded at him, another couple of inches came along with another pause. We repeated the same 'more-and-wait' method once again before either of us spoke. 

"I feel so fuckin' good and so fuckin' full, Greg," I purred at him to express my pleasure.

"You are so tight baby. I've never felt anything like this. It's so damn awesome," he replied to show his own contentment.

I grinned and scrunched my ass muscles on his cock. To further encourage him to continue, I added, "Then make us both feel even better and see who screams the loudest at the end." 

Instead of commenting, Greg only splayed himself over me and offered me his lips. I took his tongue from his mouth at the same instant his hips began taking leisurely humps into my ass. His motions were slow and easy; occasionally full-length thrusts but mostly multiple short ones; but every one always tender and amorous. Just like he had told me before we began...he wasn't fucking me but rather making love. We carried on with the same controlled action for many, many minutes until his long dick constantly bumping my prostate was becoming more than I could handle. I broke off the kiss we had been in forever and alerted him with, "So close, baby...just a few more good ones like that last couple."

His only reaction to that was to plaster his lips back to mine and start taking short rapid sharp jabs deep inside me. The third direct hit to my magic button caused my back to arch and my cock to begin oozing uncontrollably all on its own. I had never cum that way before and it was so intense as each new bump to my inner bulb forced out another thick rope without my dick being touched. We were moaning in each other's mouth when Greg suddenly pulled his free and cried out, "Oh holy shit! NOW LOVER!" as his long flesh hose filled me with one explosion of spunk after another...each one teasing yet again my sensitive special bulb. 

Our arms remained wrapped tightly around each other until the last shudders finally came. I was the first to find a normal voice again and simply offered, "That was so fuckin' amazing, Greg! And so were you!" I accented my comment with a short but passionate kiss. 

He smiled at me while shifting into a cuddle position. "Only amazing because of you, sexy man." The look in his sparkling eyes said he had been as satiated as me. "I wish I could just stay in bed with you for the rest of the trip." 

That comment brought me back to reality and reminded me of Trent and Ethan. "Oh shit! What fuckin' time is it, babe?" I asked even though I was already jerking my head towards the clock radio on the nightstand between the two beds. "SONBITCH! They will be here anytime," was my declaration when I saw that our latest session had lasted past 4:30. "We either have to get cleaned up and dressed quick or explode out of the closet to them, dude," I offered in a joking manner.

Greg kissed me on the cheek and grinned. "I am willing if it would get us the room alone for the night," he kidded back.

I laughed and replied, "Me too but the probable fallout of Ethan going blind and Trent telling us to take Greyhound home wouldn't be worth it." With that I kissed him one more time and moved from the bed. "Come on...if we hurry, we can at least shower together," I offered with a wink.

Twenty minutes (and two surprise erections in the shower that we convinced ourselves to leave alone) later, we were dressed and watching TV when the security chain stopped the door from opening fully. Greg and I both laughed as quietly as we could when we heard Trent yell sarcastically, "Come on guys...get your clothes on and let us in!"

* * * * *

We decided to take in the Daytona Beach Boardwalk that night. Although it was one of the oldest ones in the state, it was a mixture of both old and new. Between the ancient amusement games, the limited but much newer rides, and the endless array of food, the evening was full of fun. And of course Greg and I were like Siamese twins joined at the hip the entire time. Being with Trent and Ethan meant we had to keep our emotions and lust under control but we did manage to get a Ferris wheel car all to ourselves and got in a little playful groping and teasing. When it came time to unload for the next group of patiently waiting customers, we ended up stopped at the very top for a moment. I was holding Greg's hand and gazing off over the ocean lost in the fantasy of what this new friendship might turn into when Greg suddenly elbowed me gently in the ribs. "Check out the car behind us," he suggested.

As I turned my head to look, I saw two other young guys wrapped tight together and swapping spit passionately. "Damn," I mumbled. "That is so brave and sweet at the same time," I added just as Greg's grip on my hand tightened.

"I like the idea of being brave," slipped from his lips right before they pressed against mine. 

Even though my initial thought was 'What if Trent and Ethan sees us?' I rapidly let my lips part for Greg's tongue to invade my mouth. As we kissed, I realized for the first time that the feelings I had developed for him was giving me bravado I never knew existed. I wanted his touches and kisses and didn't care if we got caught. Even if Trent freaked on me and our long close friendship ended up damaged, the new one I had discovered with Greg would be worth it. When the car jerked forward to shift us closer to the ground, we finally broke off the embrace, but the look on both our faces said we didn't really want to. That notion was solidified as our fingers laced tighter together and Greg whispered, "I really do think I am falling in love with you, Kevin." All I could manage as an answer was to smile as big as my mouth could handle and nod my head in agreement. Until it was our turn to leave the ride, my mind kept replaying the words Greg had said and how I knew my own feelings matched his. It was becoming so obvious that my heart was becoming as invested as my body already was.

Greg and I rejoined the guys and spent another hour or so pigging out and playing a few more of the carnival games. If Greg and I had been seen kissing, nothing was said. When we finally tired of all the food and activities at the boardwalk and were discussing heading back to the motel, Greg nudged me as he made a statement. "I think Kev and I are gonna walk up the beach instead. It's only a mile or so and I know I could use the exercise to work off some of the gazzillion calories from all the junk food we ate." The sly wink he threw at me said to just trust him and agree. 

Trent looked at us and simply shrugged his shoulders. "Just don't get lost or mugged by a herd of sand crabs," came with a grin. 

"Nah! It's the rogue horny dolphins you have to watch out for, " I replied. "Just wanna enjoy the moonlight and waves and peacefulness of the beach. We will probably be back there in a hour or so." 

"Suit yourself but the Trent taxi service is only making one trip 'cause I wanna get comfortable on a bed and watch a movie and don't plan on being back out of the room tonight." Ethan did nothing but shake his head in concurrence with that idea. 

"OK then," Greg announced. "Come on buddy, let's start the hike and see what all we can find on the beach between here and there. It's low tide and I bet there are more sea shells laying around than at the tourist shops." I knew he had something in mind besides collecting shells and wasn't about to ask or speculate...just let him surprise me. With that, Trent and Ethan headed for the parking lot and Greg and I sauntered to the beach and headed north. 

We had only walked a couple hundred yards on the sand when Greg reached over and took my hand in his. The beach was nearly deserted but even if it hadn't been, it seemed as if it was the most natural thing in the world for two guys to be walking in the moonlight holding hands. For us it was. I was feeling the most satisfied I ever had and it all was because of him. Greg had released emotions I didn't know existed and a calm that I never thought I would find. He had verbalized it earlier, but I knew that I too was falling in love.

We talked about all sorts of petty little things the next couple hundred yards...nothing serious or important...just bullshitting as if we were somewhat afraid to say much else. Finally when we arrived at a long stretch of beach that was completely empty of others and away from any invading bright lights of hotels and motels, Greg looked at me and proposed taking a break and sitting down to watch the waves. It was dark here and with the thick clouds, the moon only peeked through occasionally. The combination of the heavily muted lighting, the crashing of the surf, and seeming to be the only two people that existed at that point made it kind of romantic in a way. I quickly agreed wondering what would be next as we dropped to the sand. 

Nothing was said at first...we just watched the ocean spew on the beach and then escape back to wherever waves go to after making an appearance on land. I leaned back on my elbows and stared up at the dark sky in an attempt to find stars that were there but hidden. Greg reclined also but rolled up on his side and propped his head on his hand. His free hand brushed across my cheek and he eventually queried, "What you thinking about baby?" 

"Lots of stuff," I responded in a noncommittal way as I flattened out on my back. 

"Like what?"

"Like how much fun this week has been and how much I have grown since meeting you and well...how I am starting to feel and wondering if I am crazy."

Greg slid his hand over to let it rest on my chest. "And how DO you feel, Kevin?" His fingers began a light strumming of my pecs while waiting for my answer.

"Honestly?" I rolled to my side and planted a quick kiss to his lips. "The same way as what you said on the Ferris wheel at the boardwalk. I am falling in love with you Greg." 

Greg smiled at me and pulled me into a hug and returned the kiss with a more passionate one of his own. "Do you mean that Kevin, because I was serious when I said it."

I looked straight into his eyes and stated, "Of course I mean it Greg. What I am feeling is even more than what I felt for Trent. More than I have ever felt about anyone else in my life. And it feels so right." The smile I was sporting shifted suddenly. "Am I expecting more than you want or can give is the only thing that worries me."

Greg's face exploded in a wide grin. "I think what you need to worry about is if you can handle how much I want to spend my life with you. I didn't shove my tongue in your mouth in front of God and the world on that Ferris wheel because you are just a summer fling you know. It's been quick, but dammit, I am head over heels about you Kevin! Each new day has made me that way and so scared at the same time." 

I tightened up our cuddle before asking, "Scared of what babe?"

"Scared that this was just a week for us to remember instead of it being something that was a beginning. I was afraid things would change when we get back home." Greg lowered his eyes to try to keep me from seeing them misting. "I was scared I would be all alone again," he softly uttered.

I folded myself into him and kissed him as never before. My hips grinded against his and our legs and torsos twisted into one. "Greg. My best friend. My lover. You have nothing at all to worry about in that respect. And that is the same thing that had me worried. I want more than what we have had the last five days. I want it to be forever too. I've been trying to figure out how to bring this up and thankfully you did." I smiled and waited. 

Greg looked at me and smiled so big. "You really mean that don't you?"

Before I could reply. I noticed movement in the darkness maybe 100 feet away. We were suddenly not the only ones on this section of beach. I broke off our entanglement and sat up holding my knees. "We've got company baby," I whispered. 

Greg sat up also but remained as close as possible. Deciding to be discreet but not willing to give in totally, he took my hand and held it between us as he whispered back sarcastically, "Yeah...we don't want to make the breeders spaz thinking we are getting it on right here under the stars." The grin on his face was priceless.




Destiny in Daytona Ch. 05



"It's not that Greg. It's just that this is all so new to me. I wouldn't give a damn if they wanted to stand here and watch me do it all with the man I love. It's just that this isn't my week to totally let out my exhibitionist side." I let my face match his with my own huge grin.

"Oh now that just created an interesting vision for me," he joked. Then he got serious again and asked, "So have you really thought about 'what-if' after we get back home?"

I only nodded and said, "Uh huh."

"And what have you come up with if you had your way?"

"First was assuming that we keep seeing each other. I want to date you. I want to be with you all the time like we have been since we started this trip. Together constantly. But then there is college in just a few weeks and my fears began."

"Go on Kevin. Something tells me we may have both been fantasizing about the same thing."

"I know this sounds completely crazy, but I began thinking about how we could maybe work out a roommate trade when we get to OU and us share a room." My face had an apprehensive smile on it as I added, "I don't want to share you with anyone...even a straight roomie."

Greg laughed. "That is so freaky. Ever since we fucked and I realized you were more than just a friend to me, I have been trying to figure out a way to bring up that very same scenario to you. I want to live with you too." He glanced around and saw the dark shadows that had interrupted us were now well on down the beach and we were alone again. He dragged me into his arms and kissed me again. "I want that so our love can grow even stronger, Kev," was the comment as he freed my lips.

"So we have some kind of plan then I guess," I said as we sat cuddled up together. My arm was around his waist and his draped over my thigh. My head leaned to rest on his shoulder as his fingers began methodically tracing along my inner leg.

"I would say that we have more than 'some kind of a plan'. We both seem to see a future that matches and that is half the battle in a relationship." 

Even without looking, I knew that there was a giant smile on Greg's face. Part of that was from what he had just said and part came from the way his hand was moving constantly higher on my thigh. I moved my hand to his jeans and teased at the bulging crotch I found. "There are a lot of things we seem to both want," I said suggestively.

His turned his head and stared at me at the same time his fingers slipped into a leg opening of my loose shorts. "I think I know exactly what we both want right now," came from his lips as I gingerly unzipped his packed jeans. His fingers were tickling my balls as he tacked on, "Maybe we can explore than 'exhibitionist' thing a little right now."

I looked up and down the beach. No one could be seen for a couple hundred yards in each direction. "We sure won't have this much privacy back at the room, so I guess we should at least get each other off." My words came at the same time I had finally snaked his large erection through his fly. My hand encircled it and began a rhythmic stroke. 

Greg moaned deeply. As I continued to tug on his tool, his hands deftly unsnapped and unzipped me to free my own boner. Soon he was working me the same as I was doing him. Sure it was chancy out in the open, but the darkness of the night and with the distance we could see anyone coming made it worth the risk. We could stop and be packed away again quick enough to not be seen if anyone trespassed on the section of the beach we had pretty much claimed as our own at that point. The dedicated action of our hands and the kisses we shared as we jerked each other soon had us at the precipice. 

"I'm gonna cum, Kev," was moaned into my mouth. 

I not only kept up the stroking but after another rapid survey of the surrounding area again, I dropped my face to Greg's cock. I wasted no effort at teasing or being erotic...I just took as much of his large tool in my mouth as I could and increased my hand yanks on what I couldn't. I wanted to taste all of him and he knew it.

His hand tightened on my pulsing flesh pole as if he was wanting to keep me right at the edge but also pinching off the eruption. Greg's hips began to buck up into my face and he whimpered, "I'm ready baby. Take me and then let me have yours," was the last intelligible thing he said before the moans of pleasure filled my ears and his pent up load flooded across my tongue. I didn't swallow but rather just locked my lips as tight as I could somehow knowing that we were going to share our seed as soon as he took me to orgasm.

Because of the setting, Greg wasted no time either. He pushed me to my back and impaled himself with my begging bone. With his hand once again tugging quickly and his warm moist tongue teasing my mushroom, my own explosion was ready. "Oh yesssss," was all I could mumble with my mouth full of his man juice before my butt cheeks clenched and my lava flowed. As much as I tried to save every last drop he had given me, my cries of happiness allowed some to dribble out the side of my lips as rope after rope blasted into his willing mouth. As if he just knew what had to come next, as soon as I stopped shooting, Greg maneuvered up to my face and we pasted our lips together. Regardless of the summer heat of Florida, we succeeded in making a giant snowball while we kissed. We only finally broke off our embrace after our tools wilted. 

"I so love you Kevin."

"And I love you even more, Greg."

The smiles we traded were not only from the relief we had just given each other. They weren't solely afterglow. They were the expressions of two people that had just discovered how deep the feelings actually were and had sealed it in the most intimate manner possible. 

We were getting our equipment put away and re-zipping and snapping up when Greg got the big smirk on his face. "Not only was that uber-infinity hot, but it also made sure we didn't end up back at the room and having big splatters on the clothes to try to explain to the straight boys." He jestfully elbowed me, licked his lips, and then did an over exaggerated swallow. "Better than a cum towel too! Know what I mean?" The last kiss we shared at that point said everything without an answer being needed. 

* * * * *

The looks we had on our faces when we finally got back to the room must have told the guys that we had been up to something, but nothing beyond a grin from Trent and a total clueless expression from Ethan was shown. "Tomorrow is our last day, so let's hit the beach early," was suggested by Trent and both Greg and I concurred with head nods.

Even after just bringing each other to satisfaction moments ago, Greg watched me closely as we undressed. The growing lump in his boxer briefs said he was obviously letting his lust renew. I grinned back at him and jostled my package to let him know the feeling was more than mutual but also with the understanding that the privacy we needed for another round wasn't going to happen. Trent and Ethan were still talking after the lights went out and Greg and I were tired. We simply slipped between the sheets and without any thought to whether the darkness cloaked us enough, we spooned up together and left the newest erections to create dreams as we found sleep.



Destiny in Daytona Ch. 06



8===> The last day at the beach, the trip home, and the confession

When we awoke the next morning, both Greg and I snickered as we discovered we were both not only as hard as rock as usual, but also wet and sticky from all the pre we had oozed as we slept curled together. We managed to get up and get into out suits for the beach without Trent or Ethan noticing the condition of either of our morning horniness or our spotted underwear. I grinned and elbowed Greg as I saw Ethan crawl out of bed with his own obvious sleep boner. We both also noticed that it was gone after he came back from the bathroom where he had been far too long to just be unloading his kidneys. "Something tells me the boy has finally discovered the joys of jerking off," was the sarcastic comment he whispered to me. 

I grinned back and offered, "Who knows what all he and Trent have been doing since we keep sneaking off on them." I thought Greg was going to blow snot from his nostrils as he tried to hold back a huge laugh at the possibility of those two having their own private circle jerk moments when we disappeared on them. I doubted the potential, but the smile on Ethan's face said that he had learned about jacking his dick from somewhere and I could easily imagine Trent being the instructor from a purely technical standpoint. He had become Ethan's big brother, especially since I had spent so little time with him during the trip. I felt guilty about that, but the way things were going with Greg, I could do little else than devote as much attention to him as possible. 

We were all walking across the sand soon and immediately splashed into the ocean. The waves were a little larger than normal but Greg and I bravely wandered out into them until we were chest deep in the onslaught. Trent and Ethan soon waded back out and busied themselves back on the beach blowing up the vinyl rafts. I was just letting the water spill around me when I suddenly felt Greg pin himself to me from behind and his hands wander to my covered crotch. 

"I didn't take time to get off in the bathroom," he lustfully cooed in my ear as his hand slid down in my board shorts. "How about you?" came next as he gripped my instantly hard cock. I could feel his erection rubbing against my ass.

"What do you think?" I answered along with a sensuous butt wiggle that made him throb even more. My own hand slipped behind me and I teased his bone through the fabric. 

As his hands slowly pushed my waistband down Greg said, "I am beginning to think you do have an exhibitionist streak in you." With my suit now just low enough to be able to free my pole, Greg began to slowly stroke it with increasing squeezes at the same time. Before I could get my hand inside his suit, he used his free hand to lower his own waistband and I felt the sensation of his hard flesh combine with the water as he gently humped me. "You know I wish I could fuck you right here and now don't you?" he purred.

I shook my hard ass cheeks against his probing bone and replied, "Oh yeah and I wish you could too." Knowing that was next to impossible...or at least foolhardy with the beach filling up the way it was...I simply wrapped my palm around him and began to match the tugs he was taking on me. "Just keep doing what you are and we can have the next best thing with the situation," was my suggestion.

Greg's answer was cryptic. "Oh I think it can be a little better than just whipping each other." Before I could question it, he took a big gulp of air and slipped beneath the waves without warning. I felt my suit get yanked a little lower and lips closing over my mushroom. By the time he had most of my cock in his mouth my legs were shaking. I let my fingers tangle in his hair as he took a half dozen or so swallows on me before he popped back to the surface with a massive grin on his face. "I love sucking your beautiful cock, Kevin," was offered as he replaced his hand on it and began stroking me again. "If I can get you to the edge now will be the trick."

"It won't take much babe," I mumbled in pleasure. 

"Me neither and I so need to get off. Just keep playing with it like you are when I come up." With that he disappeared under the rolling water again. This time he had fully filled his lungs and stayed under for at least a full minute, fellating me the whole time. I could feel the stirring of an eruption as he broke off and resurfaced again. "Close as I am?" he questioned. Even though it was obvious that he had been working his own cock while sucking me, I returned to pulling on him with dedication. 

"Oh yeah Greg. That one almost did it." My words were coming in short bursts from the excitement I was experiencing. I enhanced my hand actions and felt his rod and hips respond with vigor. 

"Then let's bring this home baby," he demanded as he fully inflated his lungs and slipped beneath the waves once more. 

I don't know how he did it, but this time Greg managed to stay under so long that I was beginning to worry about him drowning. His mouth was working me so feverishly that I almost didn't care. The combined physical feelings of the water washing against my full balls and the talented tongue teasing me, coupled with the eroticism of being sucked off so publicly, took me over the cliff. My hands gripped Greg's ears. My hips took a few rapid thrusts into his face. I could hold back no longer and the dam let loose. I bit my upper lip to keep from screeching out my joy as my juice spilled into the eager mouth I couldn't see but could most definitely feel. The last rope was donated to the Atlantic as Greg broke off to surface and take in much needed air. His nostrils flared as he inhaled and he kept his lips pinched tight to let me know he had a mouthful he wasn't ready to let go of. My hand immediately went back to between his legs wanting to bring him to euphoria too. His hips began thrusting into my tugs and when I saw in his eyes that he was ready, I inhaled deeply and feel to my knees on the wet sandy bottom. My mouth closed over him and I began bobbing as fast as I could so that I could bring him to orgasm before my air gave out. Greg's massive cock filled my mouth and his hips began taking wild thrusts. His hands locked on my head as I felt my lungs start to beg. I licked and sucked and swallowed while tugging at his nuts. Just when I thought I could last no longer, Greg shoved deep and nailed my tonsils with his first wad of man fluid. I pulled back enough to be able to save and savor the next three thick ropes on my tongue before I forced myself to the surface. 

Greg looked at me and smiled. His lips were still pinched tight and I understood as his eyes gave me direction. We both inhaled deeply and slipped under the waves one last time to share a passionate kiss and our man milk. Kissing under water was nearly as erotic as the blowjobs had been and I wished momentarily that I was a fish and could stay like this forever. We kissed and caressed and fondled each other's deflating manhood until we had to have air again and surfaced. The look of contentment we both had made it unnecessary to state the love we felt for the other...it was just a given...but we both proclaimed it to the other anyway as we held hands underwater. 

I was still facing the endless expanse of water and staring into his eyes when Greg suddenly looked past my shoulders and exclaimed, "Oh shit!" He playfully splashed me and dove beneath the water as my head turned to see Trent and Ethan not more than 20 yards away paddling their floats toward us. My feet were unexpectedly swept out from under me and I went under. When I returned to the surface sputtering, Greg announced loud enough to be heard, "Go ahead...try to dunk me again rookie!" The words were accented with an overly transparent wink to make sure I played along. He lowered his voice significantly and added, "I don't think we got caught but damn did we cut it close." The grin that came with the statement said he didn't care if we did. 

I didn't either to tell the truth. It was at that moment that I knew just how much I did love Greg. Enough to make him more important to me than anyone else's opinion. 

* * * * *

We spent most of the day frolicking in the surf and getting in the last hours worth of work on our tans. Trent and Ethan once again joined the pick-up volleyball game and I have to say that Ethan had become quite a proficient a player in spite of his unathletic appearance. Greg and I sat on the sidelines in the crowd watching and getting in our own 'game' with constant teasing when we felt we could get away with it. Greg was willing to be much more blatant about his grabs but I got in my own good gropes every time a goal was made and the crowd jumped to their feet not paying any attention to the two guys that were fondling each other. By the time we had tired of the beach, both of us had created more boners for the other than we could keep track of. 

While we sat there watching the game, I mentioned to Greg, "You know Trent wants to go out to eat tonight to someplace nice. All this horning each other up isn't a good thing because we may not be able to take care of business later. At least not together."

He pasted a silly grin on his face. "We could always come up with some stupid excuse to not go with them you know," he offered as a solution to get time alone. The suggestion came along with a tender pat to my butt and a smile.

"No way he would buy it, Greg. He probably already thinks we are trying to avoid them both. And I do feel like I have been ignoring him so much. He is my best friend...or was until you stole me away." I reached down to squeeze his hand as I smiled at him.

"I know Kev. I'm just messin' with you. We do need to spend the time with them tonight and if nothing else, we just take a walk to the pool after hours like we did when we got back from Disney." The look of desire in his eyes couldn't have been missed by Helen Keller. 

I laughed and smacked his hand as he tried to snake it down the back of my board shorts. "So we are agreed...double date with the straight boys tonight and work out our own thing whenever we can?"

"Yeah. We need to. Plus, if it hadn't been for Trent agreeing to let me come along, you and I would have never found what we have with each other, so we do owe him."

"Oh I don't know...we might have just delayed the inevitable until we discovered what we both liked while studying some night at OU. The way you like to whip it out and show it off, it would have been bound to happen in one of our dorm rooms eventually." I paused as I thought about that comment and then added, "But I do believe there was a destiny involved with this trip." My smile was met with his and I reached down to squeeze his hand in mine. At that instant, the crowd jumped up and roared; evidently cheering a score; and while everyone was distracted, Greg and I both instinctively leaned together for a quick peck of our lips to seal the shared belief that this trip was by no means 'accidental' as far as us taking the friendship to new places.

* * * * *

Dinner ended up not being at a romantic restaurant as both Greg and I would have liked, but the simplicity of Denny's yet again. Trent's idea was that at least it wasn't pizza or a drive-thru yet again and the combination of meal selections and a waitress made it 'upscale' as far as he and Ethan were concerned. "It's our last night before we head home. We deserve something decent and doesn't come in a paper bag being shoved at you through a little window," was his reasoning. 

Since we ended up with a booth off in a corner instead of at a table in the middle of the dinner crowd, Greg and I were able to get in some playful touches while we ate...although if he dropped his napkin to the seat between us one more time so he could grope me yet again, I think we would have been busted. Part of the discussion between all of us centered on the next day and traveling. We had decided to start back a day early, taking our time and finding a motel somewhere along the way rather than doing another straight-through drive. "It's a road trip...we have to have some mystery to it," Trent claimed when I questioned the wisdom of just taking off with no set place to land the next evening. "Plus if we find something interesting along the way, we can stop and check it out," he added. Remembering back to my dad saying something similar during family vacations, I had visions of things like alligator farms and 'world's largest ball of string' museums in my head from that comment but nodded my head anyway. I also shrugged my shoulders and placed my trust in my friend that we wouldn't be sleeping in the Explorer in a rest area in 24 hours. 

We stopped off at the game room and played pool for a while before returning to the beachside motel that had been home for nearly a week. Once there, Ethan took charge of the television and searched for a movie to watch that was agreeable to everyone. Trent stripped to just his boxers which meant he was in for the night as far as he was concerned. Ethan followed his lead and was down to his tighty-whities before stretching out beside Trent to watch the sci-fi flick he had found. Without saying a word to each other, Greg and I kicked off our sneaks and slipped out of our tee shirts but stayed in our cargo shorts so we could escape for some private time later if we decided to...a trip to the Coke machine or last walk on the beach would be the cover story as usual. We grinned at each other when we realized that we both seemed to know what the other was thinking. Halfway through the movie, Greg mentioned getting Cokes and I agreed since I was much more into him than the movie. What hadn't been planned for was both Trent and Ethan asking us to bring them drinks too. 

"Sure, but don't panic if we aren't right back," Greg stated. "I want to just stare at the moon and the ocean for a few minutes," was the explanation he offered. It was accepted without question and we escaped immediately knowing that we couldn't take more than 15 or 20 minutes without arousing suspicion. Not a lot of time but enough to enjoy the physical side of our relationship again so long as the pool deck was deserted again. We headed off without bothering with shirts or shoes...just our cargos and the growing boners in them. 

As expected, the pool area was dark and deserted again. We quickly weaved our way through the table and chair maze to the same heavy foliaged, secluded back corner we had used after returning from Disneyworld. It was a toss up which of us was most turned on and ready for yet another release, but Greg took the lead and pinned me to the fence with his body. His tongue split my lips and invaded my mouth as my hands moved up across his chest. His nubs hardened as my fingers tweaked his nipples. The hardness was already there in both our shorts and grew more intense as we grinded against each other while kissing. Roaming hands soon were busy with zippers and searching through thick pubic hair for warm flesh. When we found it, we snickered and began tugging on each other. "I want to make love to you, Greg, but let's just jack each other off so we can get back quick," I offered.

"Whatever you want lover is fine with me," Greg responded as he snaked my cock free from my shorts. "I just want to feel you explode one more time today," was whispered as he began to manipulate me.

Getting his monster out the fly took a little more work, but I was soon matching, his rhythm with my own hand. As we worked each other, our mouths remained smashed together and our tongues battled. There were times like this that I wasn't sure whether Greg's cock or his loving kisses turned me on more. Right at that moment, I knew it was a combination of the two. I didn't realize how pent up I had been from all the foreplay we had engaged in since the underwater blow jobs that morning, but felt the movement of fluid much quicker than I expected. "I'm gonna cum, Greg," I throatily whispered to him.

"I wanna watch you jack off up close and personal. And I want you to cum on my chest then," he ordered just before he sank to his knees in front of me. "I can rub it in like sun block and think that would be so sexy to sleep with your spray all over me." The grin on his face voided any question I had to his request and he moved his hand to my balls to help bring me off. I took over stroking myself with Greg's eyes alternating between watching intently as I worked my shaft and up into my eyes with lust for my load. I continued yanking towards my orgasm and when his hand slipped between my legs and he inserted a fingertip into my ass, I moaned deeply and gave him what he wanted as my cock began spitting white bullets all over his upper body. As I watched him rub the spew into his pecs and then lick his fingers clean. For some reason I was suddenly more turned on than ever and pulled him to his feet for a kiss. 

I gave his tool a hefty squeeze and announced, "Your turn stud...and I want some face cream for moisturizer." I grinned, fell to my knees, and looked up at him.

Greg was already taking full strokes on himself and asked, "You serious Kev? That sounds so hot to me." 

"Pretty damn serious babe, so get that wrist action working faster," I replied as I simultaneously cupped his nut sac and moved my face as close to his cock as I could without taking it in my mouth. I was staring up into his eyes when I whispered my last words, "Give it all to me like you want to...cover my face." 

Greg's hand suddenly became a blur. The other one found the back of my head and held me right in front of his crotch. Fingers twisted my hair and pulled me even closer...close enough that the tip of his head was poking me in the nose on almost every stroke. "I'm so gonna splatter you good. Hope you are ready," came from above me a millisecond before the first rope flew across the bridge of my nose. The next one landed on my left cheek and the one following dribbled onto my chin. The final one was wiped over my waiting lips. 

I was massaging the spunk into my face as I stood up and offered my sticky wet lips to him. He took them willingly and licked off his own juice and fed me what he didn't keep for himself as we embraced. I wanted to stay this way the rest of the night, but knew we needed to get back to the room. "Thank you Greg...I didn't know how you would take that idea," I haltingly said as we zipped up. 

He grinned at me and answered, "Baby, no need for thanks because that was even hotter than you blowing all over my chest. In fact, I want to be on the receiving end the next time is how hot it was!" He sealed the statement with a hug and another kiss before we weaved our way back across the furniture-littered pool deck. 

Thankfully, the only light in the room when we got back was the television and whatever telltale spots might remain on my face and Greg's body couldn't be seen. I handed off two cans of Coke to Trent and Ethan and then quickly tore off my cargos to join Greg in bed. We were all but snuggled up together watching the ending of the movie and basking in yet another new afterglow. The TV was killed soon and we all did a 'Walton's-style good night John Boy' to each other. Then Greg pulled me tight to him in the dark and I folded into his bear hug. Sleep came quickly but only after praying that it would always be like this in the future we had planed. There was no doubt at all in my mind that we were both in love.

* * * * *

We managed to get on the road at a decent hour the next morning and by the time we were heading north on the interstate, it was obvious that there was still no plan for the day. Just drive and talk and grab munchies during gas-up & pee pit stops. We would land for the night...somewhere...was about all Trent offered as being definite. 

I didn't really care because all I needed was sitting beside me in the back seat: Greg. We occasionally brushed a hand over each other's thighs or snuck in a playful grope, but for the most part we kept our emotions in check. A few times Greg and I mouthed 'I love you' to each other, but nothing more intense. The closeness of all four of us in the cramped passenger compartment dictated no more was really possible even though I know we could have been happily wrapped together and making out instead of playing license-plate-bingo and yakking about what fun the week had been. 




Destiny in Daytona Ch. 06



Eventually the reality of how our lives would all change in just a few more weeks took center stage when the topic of discussion turned to college plans. Greg casually brought up that he and I were considering the housing swap thing and sharing a room. I was certain that Trent shot me a smile and wink in the rear view mirror at that comment. Once again I was wondering if maybe he had a clue to what all was going on. If he did, it seemed that he approved, which meant when it came time to whip open the closet door with him, that the long friendship we had wouldn't be damaged. I smiled at that knowledge because I did love Trent...just not like I loved Greg. 

* * * * *

Not long after we crossed the border into North Carolina, Trent said we needed to start considering a place to crash for the night. It was only late afternoon, but the choices of exits with affordable motels seemed to be getting limited and we sure didn't want to end up someplace where the only options were the expensive chains. When we pulled off for gas a half hour later, the options offered at the semi-rural exit seemed as limited as the last few had been...a fairly new Holiday Inn and a similar Ramada across the street. On the plus side, there was also a Pizza Hut and a McDonalds, so we could eat reasonably enough. I was certain both hotels were going to be more than we could really afford so when I went up to pay for the fuel, I asked the cashier if there were any smaller places close by like a Super 8. She shook her head but offered that there was an older 1950s vintage motel that was really nice about a mile down the side road. I cringed imagining roaches and no TV or air conditioning. Even with that vision, I repeated the name and directions and headed back to the Explorer. "May have an option for us," I announced to everyone. 

"Oh really? You gonna stick the $75 tab for the Holiday Inn on your gold card for us, Kevin?" Trent joked. 

"Nah, but from what I found out inside, it would be worth driving down the road a mile and checking out a place. It's older and probably no pool and no HBO, but we can always say 'no' too. At worst, all we will lose is a few minutes of time."

Five minutes later we were sitting in front of something that looked like a scene straight out of a 1965 movie. The large sign in front announced it as 'Wander on Inn' and the L-shaped building was stucco painted in a bright shade of green with pinkish trim accents. The lawn was freshly cut and the sign in the office window offering rooms for $29 made me think 'At that price, just how bad can it be?' Surprisingly, there were a number of cars parked in front of the room doors which said that it was either a decent place or a local rent-by-hour joint. 

"Let me get the lowdown on what they have and make sure we can look at the room before we check in," Trent announced as he jumped from the driver's seat. He walked through the office door and an older lady instantly was helping him. "Good news and bad news and good news," he stated when he came back with a key in his hand. "The rooms are only $29, but they only have singles left for tonight," he explained. 

That would mean we would pay almost as much for two rooms as what one double would cost back by the interstate, was my thinking. Greg groaned evidently having done the quick math also and assuming that a group vote would be to eat the extra few bucks in exchange for a nice place. Ethan remained silent since I think he only wanted to get anywhere besides the front seat of the truck at that point. 

"But..." Trent began, "...the other good news is that the nice lady that owns the place said she would be willing to rent us two rooms for just $50 total. And she said the Holiday Inn and Ramada both charge about $85 for a double with four people, so what we would save would pay for dinner." He hesitated a moment, looked at me and Greg, and then added, "That is if you guys don't mind having to take a room to yourselves." I didn't miss the little wink he gave me, but wasn't sure its total meaning.

Greg fist popped my leg and tried to not show the gigantic grin that was attempting to form on his face. I was biting my tongue trying to keep from screaming 'Hell no we wouldn't mind at all.' Once the initial excitement passed, I said, "No problem for me. Let's take a look at the rooms." Short of having a herd of roaches scramble over the floor when we walked in, I was already sold on whatever the accommodations looked like.

Greg was still half bouncing in his seat but managed to get out a head nod and climb out of the Explorer. The large bulge that was showing in his jeans said he was more than happy with this idea and what it would mean later. I snickered to myself at how easy he popped a bone. 

The rooms were very dated with older furniture and wall paintings of children with huge heads and oversized sad eyes. The mint green paint on the walls constantly sharply with the turquoise drapes and the orange & white shag carpet that was badly faded. But the rooms were neat and clean and the televisions were newer in spite of the rest of the room looking like something out of a old 'Brady Bunch' episode. The two most important things were the working bathroom and the king size bed. Greg announced, "I can deal with this," as he flopped on the bed to test it out. Thanks to the grin he shot me, I knew that statement involved lot more than just having a place to lay down and a hot shower.

Ten minutes later the four of us were moving our luggage into the rooms. As fate would have it, the two rooms we got were located on each side of where the two wings of the building came together and separated by a small alcove where the soda, snack, and ice machines were situated. Not only had Greg and I scored a room all to ourselves so we could have the privacy we had coveted for so many days, but also one that provided some extra seclusion in case we got a little vocal. I had just dropped my suitcase to the floor when the door clicked closed and Greg grabbed me. His arms pulled me into a seductive hug and his tongue began cleaning my teeth. "I wish I could take you right now," spilled from his mouth when he broke off the kiss.

My hands had slid down his stomach and were squeezing the prominent lump he sported. "I wish you could too, but we don't really have time do we?" It was a question, but one I hoped he would have a fun answer to. 

"Oh I think differently," he replied with a smirk. His hands roughly yanked my belt loose and he had me unzipped before I could respond. "I know how fast I can make you cum," was all he said before he went to his knees and taking my jeans and boxers down in the same swift motion. He was so close to me that my hard cock slapped him in the face and he laughed before taking the entire length of it in one swallow. My knees buckled and I grabbed his head to maintain any balance as he rapidly slurped up and down me. It was as if he was possessed.

After letting him do all the work for a few minutes, I pulled him up to me for another kiss while undoing his jeans and said, "You aren't the only one that is hungry you know. If this has to be a quickie, then let's at least make it a sixty-nine one." By that time I had his erection in my palm and milking the pre from it. "Get on the bed you fucking horn-dawg," I ordered. "I think we both want the same appetizer before the guys show back up and drag us off to dinner." 

Greg only smiled after saying, "Let's stop wasting time then." 

I was forced to shuffle along with my pants around my feet as he took my hand and pulled me to the bed. He pushed me down on the mattress without a word, shoved his jeans and boxers to his ankles, and then crawled in to retake my flesh pole with his lips. He rolled to his side putting his crotch square in my face and I parted my lips so willingly for his cock. Once we locked together, our hips instantly shifted into a rhythmic rocking and bucking. 

As we suckled each other, I thought how actually funny it was that even though we now had the privacy we had wanted for this very reason, we were humping each other's faces so feverishly and with our clothes still on, as if we were two kids in the back seat of dad's car trying to get off before getting caught. As much as I wished we could be naked and taking our sweet time making love, I knew there would be a knock on the door at any moment. Greg must have been thinking along the same lines as he bobbed on my rod like he would never get the chance again. Our hands got as busy as our mouths, running up and down the other's back, fondling balls, and fingers teasing rosebuds. All the frantic motions put us both at the point of no return quickly and my knees pinned themselves to Greg's head as I felt the life fluid move up my shaft. His long legs scissored around the back of my neck and the moan I attempted as I unloaded into my lover's mouth was drowned out by his own explosion in mine. The whimpering noises he made as he came, vibrated on my cock and made me let loose with even more juice. After our final dribbles and our bodies had stopped quivering, and just as we had spun to embrace and kiss, three sharp raps hit the door. 

"You guys ready to go eat?" echoed from outside.

We both stifled the laughter we wanted to break out with and pecked each other on the lips. "Almost, Trent," I hollered back. "Greg is in the bathroom though. Just a sec." We both rolled off the bed and kissed again as we tugged our jeans up and got presentable as quickly as we could. By the time I opened the door, Greg was making a fake exit from the bathroom with a smile on his face that only I understood. 

"Come on guys. Ethan and I are ready. Pizza Hut good for you?"

"Sure," was my simplistic reply. I would have agreed to anything at that point since I knew that the quicker dinner was over with, the sooner Greg and I could get back to our little temporary love nest. 

Trent gave me a bizarre look before he spun on his heels and headed for the truck. Greg held me back and was snickering. He pulled me out of the open doorway and slid his tongue over my left cheek. "You had a wad of cum on your cheek dude," he sputtered out when he was finished using his tongue to wipe it away. "Either Trent didn't see it, or did and didn't want to know exactly what it was," came along with a guffaw and pushing me out the door. 

I blushed the whole way to Pizza Hut and barely looked at Trent while we ate because every time I did, he only grinned. 

* * * * *

Once we returned to the motel after eating, it became quickly obvious that both Greg and I were trying to find a reasonable way to escape from Trent and Ethan. We first sat around talking at one of the picnic tables in the grassy strip at the edge of the parking lot. After about a half hour of that, Ethan suggested we find a movie to watch in one of the rooms. The last thing Greg and I wanted was to be trapped for another couple hours, but it would be rude...and far-too telling...if we brushed off the idea completely to be alone together. "Let's see what the choices are," he suggested with a sly wink to me. He got up and said, "You guys' room OK with you?" and began walking away without waiting for an answer. I knew then that he had a plan!

Once inside, Ethan grabbed the remote and began surfing through the options. Greg elbowed me and winked again. The words 'Trust me' were all over his face and didn't need to be verbalized. When he saw 'Titanic' listed on the scrolling schedule, he poked me in the ribs and winked again. Ethan perked up when he saw the listing for the original version of 'Close Encounters.' Trent did too, and he asked, "That good for you two?"

"I dunno. I was thinking that watching 'Titanic' might be cool. What about you, Kev?" yet another wink came my way from Greg.

"Yeah...I'm about sci-fi'ed out for the week to be honest, and need something mellow." I knew that neither Ethan or Trent would get into the romantic theme of 'Titanic' and we could go to our own room for it...even though it would end up as little more than background noise I was sure. The look of 'nah' on Trent and Ethan's face confirmed my suspicion. 

Greg jumped on the opening. "We could just go back to our room and watch it and these guys can do the alien thing." His smile over how easy the ploy had been was almost devilish. I was thinking how eerie it was that he and I had just known what to say as if we were finishing each other's sentences. Our love had suddenly morped into an ESP phase with each other.

"If that's what you guys wanna do," Trent stated. "I'm not up for the intensity of 'Titanic' tonight, but if you are..." The smile he tacked on as he let the sentence trail off was both cryptic and knowing. "Just be up and ready to roll by 8:30," finalized the discussion. 

Greg stood up instantly. "See you guys in the morning then. Let's go Kevin," was all he uttered before heading for the door. I followed without comment, anxious to be alone with my lover.

* * * * *

Five minutes later the ugly drapes were pulled tightly closed and the chain and lock were in place on the door. The lights were off and the room was dark except for the television playing softly and casting shadows. While Greg had been in the bathroom, I had totally stripped and was splayed naked on the bed waiting for him to return so I could help him get undressed too. 

The ESP came into play again, as Greg stepped from the bathroom wearing nothing but a huge grin. He had shed his clothes and was expecting to surprise me! We both laughed and then he moved to my side. "I love you so much, Kev," he murmured as he offered me his lips.

"I know, but I love you more," I replied before surrendering my tongue to him. We stayed in that loving embrace, making out and caressing each others bodies for the next ten minutes. For the first time, we actually had the privacy we had wanted and with no fear of interruption. Making love was no longer something we had to rush and we both wanted this to be extra special. 

Greg broke away from my mouth, rolled over on top of me, and stared deep in my eyes before speaking. "Not to argue with you baby, but I don't think you CAN love me more than I love you." With that, he began planting kisses on my cheek and then down my neck and across my shoulder to my chest. 

"I will always try though," I offered before the moaning from him nibbling on my nipple took charge of my voice. I reached down to kneed his shoulders as moved his mouth to my other nipple. The way he chewed on that one and concurrently twisted the other between his fingers made my moans louder. He was owning me and I didn't care. It was what I wanted. "Oh! Fuck! Yessss!" exited my throat as Greg began grinding his erection into mine.

"Just starting baby," Greg teased before squirming lower. He used his long legs to split mine and slipped down further until his face was buried in my thick pubic hair. His teeth tugged gently and his tongue bathed my crotch fur until I was almost crazy from his light beard stubble scraping against my cock. My fingers twirled his hair as I let him be in total control of the moment. I knew where he was headed and I was ready to beg for it. I didn't have to though as Greg's tongue slipped rapidly over my throbbing boner and to my balls. I spread my legs even wider and raised my hips so he had access at the same time he moved under my sac and planted his mouth on my opening. When he pushed my cheeks apart and slipped his tongue through the ring, I oozed enough pre out to float a small boat. My moans grew deeper and more intense as he prepped me with his mouth and fingers. 

When he pulled up on his knees and looked at me while teasing my entrance with his finger, I declared, "Don't even ask babe...just do it." My smile told him that even if I didn't know for certain, anything he had planned was just fine with me. When he snugged the tip of his mushroom to me I knew he was ready and willing too. 

Greg took his time working his large rod into me and for the next fifteen minutes, we said nothing to each other. Only stared into each other's eyes and smiled confirmations as he repeated slid gently and methodically back and forth inside me. I thrust back into him occasionally and our hands roamed over each other's chests. At one point, he drove all the way in and made me almost erupt by letting his cock head just lay there and throb against my bulls eye. "That almost did it Greg," I warned.

He pulled back and took a few more shorter jabs and then said, "Not yet baby," when I began stroking myself. 

"You are so hot and have me so horny though, lover," I whimpered wanting to work myself. 

"That mean you are getting close?"

"Uh huh."

Greg smiled and gave me a few more sharp thrusts. "How close?"

"Close enough that I want to cum bad but I don't want to stop either."

"Perfect!" was all he said and withdrew from my cavern. Before I knew what was happening, Greg was sitting up hovering over my hips. My cock was being held straight up with his hand and as he positioned it to his man flower, he whispered in the most sensuous voice possible, "Your turn." Then he sat down on top of it and took it as deep as it would go. "Oh gawd yes," escaped from his lips as his butt cheeks settled into my pubes. 

The sensation of his tight ass clenching on my tool was nearly more than I could handle. I bucked up gently into his downward shifts knowing that we were both nearing the edge. I reached up and took his flopping and dripping cock in my hand and began pulling on it as he began riding me faster. Our motions were becoming more and more frenzied. The moans were becoming louder and longer. Greg ass fucking my cock like he was, was the most erotic thing ever and I was ready to give up my load. Suddenly he cried out, "Cum with me lover!" and began shuddering.

My eyes rolled back in my head and I did! My man milk was filling him up at the same time his one-eyed monster spat all over my chest and face. Whether it was the satisfaction of achieving mutual orgasm or simply the total intimacy of the moment, both our explosions seemed endless. When the fluid finally ceased flowing and the quaking and quivering of our bodies calmed, Greg leaned down and we connected in a passionate kiss that lasted until both our shafts went soft.

* * * * * 

Greg and I stayed cuddled up together on the bed actually watching the rest of the movie even though our lovemaking had lasted long enough for us to miss most of the first half. Our lust continued the entire time thanks to occasional tender touches, blatant gropes, and intense kisses. It was also augmented by the fact we both seemed to really enjoy just being naked around each other. Even though neither of us had what could be called a 'good build' we craved each other's flesh. During a string of commercials I broached the topic with Greg and asked, "What we have is more than just physical, isn't it?" 

Greg rolled his eyes and hugged me tight. "It sure is more...a lot more than just that with me, Kev. I truly am in love with you." A lascivious grin crept onto his face before he went on with, "Your hot naked body and the way you suck and fuck are just a bonus." 

"Well I just want to make sure you know that you are much more than just a way to get off," I offered as a continued explanation for my question. "My whole life has changed because of you and how I feel."

"Just as mine has too. In fact, because of you, I am no longer afraid if someone finds out I am gay because I have the best boyfriend possible and am proud he has chosen to be with me. I want the world to know we are together." 

I smiled as wide as my face would allow and then kissed him for those words. "Well not quite ready to make an announcement on CNN, but I feel the same way. No more fear and one hell of a lot of pride in who I am and who I am with." 




Destiny in Daytona Ch. 06



Just as the final part of the movie came back on, we kissed and folded into each other as tight as we could be without getting totally sexual again. By the time the credits were rolling, Greg's hand had been holding my semi-erect cock for many long minutes, and I could feel his tool at full attention and pressing into my back. I reached for the remote and shut off the television and whispered to the darkness, "I want you again. Now."

"Anything for you," was all that was said back and we made love again two more times before our minds and bodies demanded sleep. 

* * * * *

I woke up before Greg did and realized that sometime during the night, we had switched positions. We had started out with him having me in a bear hug, but now his back was to me and my arm was over his torso. I let my hand drift lower and discovered he was not only still asleep, but was totally soft. I was quite the opposite and became even more aroused at the idea of that large piece of flesh going from flaccid to rock hard in my mouth. With a snicker that only my mind heard, I gently rolled him to his back and dropped my face to his crotch to give him his wake up call. It was such a different sensation as the limp slab of meat gradually grew to its full size on my tongue. My up and down head bobbs finally pulled him from the deep sleep he had been in.

"So it wasn't a dream," he mumbled. "Damn is that ever one hot fucking alarm clock, baby. Don't shut it off." Then he took my hard cock in his hand and began helping me get to the same point of release that he was evidently already very near. I only kept up with my mission and moments later he came in my mouth and I spilled my seed all over his hand and the bed. 

"Morning stud," I proclaimed with a smile on my face and a string of his juice leaking from my lips.

"Morning baby. That was the hottest thing ever. Thank you." He punctuated the comments with a kiss. 

"I could handle a protein breakfast every morning I think," I jested.

"Only if I get to eat a nice sausage with a side order of eggs too," he tossed back as he jostled my balls and wilting cock.

We both laughed and after a few more bad puns about wake-up sex back and forth, we decided to share the shower. When Trent knocked on the door, we were already dressed and had our luggage packed. 

"Ready to roll?" he questioned when I pulled the door open.

"Yeppers dude," I replied praying that the scent of sex wasn't hanging in the air from all the couplings Greg and I had managed in the last 10 hours.

"Let's hit it then. Ethan is already in the Explorer and I want to get home before dark if we can."

As Trent headed for the truck, we grabbed our luggage and shared a last kiss. It would be many hours before we could be physical again and the embrace and passion we put into this one had to last. "I can't get enough of you Kevin. We are going out tonight," Greg commanded. 

"OK with me babe. Maybe a movie and sandwich after?" I suggested.

"I was thinking maybe the back row of a movie, a bag of cheeseburgers and fries from a drive-thru after, and finding a secluded spot up at the lake." The evil grin he had was matched with one from me. We both knew what dessert would be.

"Come on guys," was the whine Trent shouted from the parking lot. Greg and I pecked each other's lips one more time and then ran to the truck.

* * * * *

It was just getting dark when we rolled back into our hometown. The best time of my life was ending, but a even better part was just beginning I said to myself. Greg reached down to take my hand in his and mouthed, 'Remember our date," as if I needed reminded. I nodded my head and squeezed his hand to let him know I certainly hadn't forgotten.

We dropped Ethan off first and then headed for Greg's house. I crawled out of the Explorer with him. He took his suitcase as I grabbed his inflatable raft and bag of sea shells. We walked into the shadows of the garage through the open door. Greg stopped, dropped his suitcase, and had me place the other items on the floor beside it. "I'll take care of it from here, but before you leave..." The rest of the words never left his mouth because it was busy kissing me. When he finally released me from the grasp he had on me, he added one last thing. "Call me as soon as you are ready and I'll pick you up." It would be the longest we had been apart in seven days and neither of us wanted it to even be seven minutes.

"I will babe. Love you."

"Love you more. Now get going before I start yanking off your clothes." 

* * * * *

Greg and I had quickly kissed one more time before I shuffled back to the truck. As I crawled in the front seat with Trent, he had that cheesy grin on his face yet again. He didn't say anything, but simply turned the key and backed out of the driveway. 

"Did you really enjoy the trip, Kevin?" he finally said as we drove towards my house. 

"Oh yeah Trent. I am ready to do it again if we could." The next words I heard came to my ears like a lightning bolt.

"Except it would be just you and the new boyfriend though...right?"

My head snapped around to face Trent. He was smiling back at me. "You saw us in the garage, didn't you?" I finally asked nervously. 

"Yeah. That was just the confirmation though." The smile on his face hadn't changed.

"What do you mean, Trent?"

"It means that I've had a good clue the last four days but wasn't certain until I saw you kiss each other. You and Greg have a thing going don't you?"

"Yes," was all I offered after a slight pause. If this was my new life and I wasn't going to lie about it, I sure couldn't to Trent. 

"So me arranging for you guys to have your own room last night was a good thing then I guess?" The smile was gone but it had been replaced with a huge grin.

"Huh?" I asked in confusion. 

"Let's just say you owe me $20 for what we paid extra at the motel last night. The first words the lady asked me was whether we wanted a double or two singles. I just decided that whatever had started up between you two, needed to have a little private time before the trip ended and worked out a deal with her for taking two rooms."

"You really knew and did that?" 

"No and yes. After seeing the way you two were playing tag with each other at Disney and how you kept slipping off together and then the roommates at OU deal, I assumed something was up, but wasn't sure. The room idea was just my gift to my best friend in case there was." 

I remained silent for a half block and then spoke again. "You don't mind me being gay and with Greg?"

"Do you love each other or is it just a 'get-your-rocks-off' thing?"

"We are in love, Trent."

He pulled the Explorer to the side of the street and put it in park. "Then why would I feel anything but happiness for both of you, Kevin?" He leaned over and gave me an extra intense buddy hug before going on. "You and I have been friends for a long time and if I was gay, I would have been all over you before. I love you and understand love because of you. I just couldn't give it to you completely, but Greg can. That and me being supportive is all that matters." 

"Why didn't you say something in Florida if you thought..." I started.

"Because I figured you would let me know in some way when the time was right. The kisses in the garage was just the opening I needed and I stepped into it."

"You are too much," I said as Trent pulled the truck back into the street. 

"Hope I am enough of whatever to be your best man at some point."

"You think there would be anybody else on the list of possibilities?" I joked back.

We rode the rest of the way to my place in total quiet. As I pulled my suitcase from the back, Trent broke the silence. "I knew Greg better than you a week ago. He is a great guy in a lot of ways you may not even know yet. Just treat each other right and don't let anyone tell you your love isn't real if it is."

"It is, Trent. That much we already know."

"Well then it looks like you two ended up with the best souvenirs of the trip...each other." 

I thought that was the most profound thing I had ever heard and smiled at Trent nodding my head. 

"You gonna see him again tonight?"

"Yeah. We are going to a movie and then out to the lake I think."

"Then get going and stop yakking it up with this hopelessly terminal straight boy," he kidded. "I'll see you next week sometime probably."

We did a fist bump and shared smiles that said everything was still the same between us. My biggest fear had been quashed. I waved goodbye and watched as he backed out and until the tail lights were well down the street. Then I grabbed my cell and hit speed dial number one. Greg's 'Hello' came halfway through the second ring.

"Hey lover. Pick me up in a half hour. I've got news you won't believe but I'm not telling you until I can see the reaction on your face! Love you. Bye."

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Destiny in Daytona



"Yeah...that's best I think. Although...a good joint whack session might just be what Ethan needs to come out of that fragile shell he lives in." We both laughed at that notion, knowing that Ethan would probably slit his wrists or want to be taken to confession as soon as he came from such an event. 

Greg and I were watching a ancient 'Gilligan's Island' rerun when Trent and Ethan showed back up with the pizzas. We found a good horror flick to watch and just lazed around for the next several hours. Other than a questioning look or three from Trent, and Ethan choosing to sit as far from Greg as he could in the room, nothing was really said until it got closer to the time to seriously consider catching some sleep.

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*Watch for chapter two of this six part series*