Spring Break

Warren drove down I-95 heading south, music playing his favorite tunes as he kept his eyes peeled for state troopers. He had gone around Jacksonville and was motoring south, heading to Fort Lauderdale for spring break. The guys would be waiting on him, having flown down the day before. He was driving so he could stop in Savannah to see his dad. They hadn’t seen each other since last summer and he took the opportunity to stay a couple of nights with him.

Checking his speed, then catching a mile marker to gauge his drive time once again, he figured about four more hours. Looking at his watch, he saw it was eleven fifteen. It would be around four when he finally arrived. He slipped his cell phone out of the slot in the console and pulled up Jason’s number, knowing it was far too early to call. It was a bit devilish to call now knowing they guys had partied till some late A.M. hour. The cell rang and rang and rang. Finally, it stopped, and a sleepy voice came over the speaker.

“What the fuck, dude.”

“Hey, I just wanted to let you know I’ll arrive around four.”

“We discussed this already. We know you’ll be here around four or so. Fuck, why did you wake me up.”

“Just to torment you a little” Warren replied, laughing.

“Well, if you find that so funny, wait till you hear this. Your ex is in the hotel room right-across-the-hall” Jason replied, laughing and coughing at the same time.

“Christopher is down there?”

“Yep. Right across the hall.”

“Fuck.”

“See you when you get here” and the connection was ended.

For a few miles Warren drove mindlessly. Unaware of the cars he passed, the mile markers or the road signs. All he could think about was Christopher in bed with Mitch and laughing at him when he got upset. It was their dorm room, the one they had shared for a year.

“Damn. Damn. Damn.”

He uttered the words louder and louder till he hammered the steering wheel a couple of times with the last one. Music turned down so he could think, a road sign came into view.

Daytona Beach

1 mile

He called Jason again. It rang three times before the groggy voice answered.

“Hey, sorry to call back but you jinxed me.”

“What do you mean?”

“The fucking engine light has come on. Did you guys do something to my car?”

“No. Come on, man, we wouldn’t do that.”

“Well…wait. There’s a dealership out here by the interstate. I’m getting off to have it looked at. Hopefully, I’ll be back on the road in a couple of hours.”

“Where are you at?”

“I’m at…” pretending to not be sure, “I’m at…Daytona.”

“Okay, you’re about 3 hours away. Get it fixed on get on down here.”

“Will do. I’ll call when I’m back on the road.”

 Warren pulled off the exit and turned toward the beach. The roads were crowded. College students in every imaginable vehicle type going the same direction he was going. A couple of blocks from the beach, he pulled into a parking lot, paid the exorbitant fee and pulled into a space near the back of the lot. Reaching back, he unzipped his suitcase and rummaged around inside it till he found his swim trunks. They were bright yellow and snug. Next, he pulled out a tank top, low cut with wide arm openings. He slipped his shirt off and pulled the tank top on. Looking around to make sure no one was nearby, he slipped his jeans and boxers off, pulling the swim trunks on quickly. Tied at front, he slipped his feet into his flip flops and got out.

He was going to walk down to the beach and just sit on the sand and watch the waves crash on shore and people watch. He knew if he stayed on the road, he would get a speeding ticket for sure and he didn’t need it. Not the dig into his checking account or the points on his license. He ambled out to the sidewalk and headed east to the beach. He walked slowly, letting the others pass. A group of three girls, two giving him that look. ‘Sorry girls’ he thought as one of them looked back once again. There were other guys, most not giving him a second look, if they even gave him one. There were groups of guys and girls, laughing and cutting up, some already drunk. He passed a restaurant that was packed, then a souvenir shop.

At a street corner, five guys came up next to him. He glanced at them, giving a nod of acknowledgment while checking them out. Two with brown hair, one with black hair, one with blonde and one with dark red hair. All doable he thought struggling to suppress the smile he wanted to make. The crosswalk signaled they could proceed, and the five guys took off ahead of him. He watched them walk ahead and caught the guy with black hair look back. Warren smiled, openly, letting the guy know he saw him and approved. They were about twenty feet ahead when he heard the black headed guy tell his friends he forgot something and would catch up with them at the beach.

Warren moved off the walk down into an alley, waiting to see what the guy would do. The guy passed the alley, then stepped backward a few steps and looked at Warren leaning against the wall. He looked back toward his friends then approached.

“Hey” the guy said.

“I’m Warren” he replied, knowing giving his name would be a way to remove the tension he sensed from the guy.

“I’m Bobby.”

“Well, come here Bobby. I don’t bite. Not hard anyway.”

Bobby came up to him and Warren grabbed the front of his t-shirt pulling him close. He kissed him, then pulled him deeper into the alley and spun him around and against the wall.

“I assume you want to make this quick?” Warren asked as he looked Bobby in the eyes. ‘Emerald green’ he thought.

“Yeah…they won’t wait long.”

Warren manipulated the front of Bobby’s swim trunks, toyed with his cock till he was getting hard, then he stooped in front of him, tugging the trunks down as he went. A thick cock fell into view, the flared head an angry red. He angled his mouth to it and took it. Quickly, as far down as he could go. Wasting no time, afraid someone would come into the alley, he worked his mouth on it.

Bobby’s hands held his head as cock was pumped into his mouth. He held still and took it, every thrust. He let the cock slid over his tongue and push into his throat. It cut off his air and fueled his desire for more. He savored the way it filled his mouth and he craved his reward. Bobby’s breathing became ragged as his pace increased. Warren knew his reward was not long in coming.

Cum gushed out, this wads quickly filling his mouth. It pumped out around the thrusting shaft and dribbled down his chin. He swallowed as fast as he could, taking what he could. Bobby finally slowed, then held the head on his tongue and he milked the shaft with his lips getting the last of the cum from it.

Looking up he saw Bobby smile down at him.

“Thanks” said Bobby as he pulled up his trunks, tied them off and left Warren in the alley on his knees, cum dripping from his chin.

Warren started to go back to his car but saw he had only been at the beach less than forty-five minutes. He needed to kill some more time.

He strolled toward the beach then moved along a boardwalk looking for a place that wasn’t overflowing with other college students on break. He had walked a long way when he came to an area not as crowded. Sweat was pouring from his hair and down his back and chest. He wanted to go into the water and cool off. Cutting down some steps he headed toward the water.

He strolled through those on the beach. The three girls that stared at him wanting him to stop, the group of guys passing a water bottle that Warren knew held something else, then he passed five guys, four huddled together pointing at the girls walking along the beach and the fifth one lying to the side on his back. Warren couldn’t help but check him out. Slender lean build and swim trunks bulging seductively. He wondered if the guy was looking at him as he daringly stared, the thin lips, prominent chin, and dirty blonde hair that would no doubt lighten in the bright Florida sun. But it was his eyes Warren wanted to see, which were concealed by dark sunglasses. As he came up beside him, walking as close as he dared to the beach towel the guy was lying on, he saw him smile. He couldn’t help himself. He felt reckless. Too bold for his own good. He wanted to purge Christopher out of his system and so far, the taste of cum in his mouth was going a long way toward that goal. But he wanted more. He wanted what lay below him.

He nodded at this mysterious guy then motioned toward the water as he strolled toward it. There was no need to look back. He knew the guy was following him. He pulled off his tank top and rolled his keys up in it. As he passed a lifeguard, he tossed them down underneath the red chair. Down the slope of the shore, waves crashing around his feet, he kept moving out. Down the break of the shoreline, water up to his calves he kept moving. Water came to his waist, his stomach and finally up to his neck. Then he turned around and saw the guy only a few feet away.

When the guy was only a few feet away he finally addressed him.

“Hey.”

“Hey” the guy replied coming up close.

“I’m Warren.”

“Jonas.”

Warren moved closer and reached out touching his chest. He felt the smooth skin as he moved over it. He took the right nipple and pinched, then twisted it, making Jonas gasp, then smile at him. It was a wicked smile, mischievous, daring him to do more. He rubbed downward till he felt the trunks and he slip his hand behind the waistband and continued till he held a thickening cock.

As he toyed with Jonas, he felt a hand touch him, manipulate his cock through his trunks. Then he felt a tug and another that sent his trunks sliding down his legs. He felt his nakedness, the boldness of it, the two of them not far from others. Jonas toyed with his cock till he was hard.

Jonas looked back toward shore then toward Warren.

“My friends will be on the beach for a while. You want to come up to our hotel room? It’s just over there” pointing at one of many of the nondescript hotels that sat on the beach.

“That would be great. But first, we have to stop messing with each. We can’t stroll across the beach with erections.”

“Oh, why not?” Jonas replied, laughing.

They stopped toying with each other, and Warren pulled his trunks up and back in place. Jonas headed toward shore and Warren followed at a distance. On the beach, he circled by the lifeguard and got his tank top and keys and headed toward the hotel. Jonas gathered his towel and personal effects and did the same.

The lobby was busy with other students coming and going, all wearing swimwear or shorts. Jonas loitered near the elevators and when Warren came into the foyer, he hit the button summoning one. They rode in silence up the elevator sharing it with two girls and one guy. Warren swore the guy was glancing at them as much as the girls. The fifth floor and Jonas stepped off. Warren followed. After a short walk, Jonas unlocked a door and went in, leaving it open for him.

It was a typical room, with two queen beds. The only difference was the state it was in. Clothes strewn everywhere. Coolers sitting along the wall and empty liquor and soda bottles on the desk. The curtain was pulled giving a view out over the Atlantic. Warren walked up to the sliding doors and looked down at the beach. He looked for the lifeguard chair, then over to Jonas’ friends, all four still in the same place.

Jonas came up behind him, pressed against his back and he realized Jonas was naked.

In the water he noticed Jonas was tall, but he didn’t realize how tall till now. Several inches taller. He felt Jonas’ warm breath hit the top of his head as arms embraced him, hugging their bodies tight together.

“I’m going to fuck you” Jonas whispered as his hand moved down Warren’s chest. They took the hem of his tank top and pulled upward removing it. Then they fumbled with the front of his trunks, undoing the knot and pushing them down. Warren stepped out of them, as naked as Jonas and leaned back against the tall lean body. He felt the cock press against his lower back. Jonas gave a gently push with his hips and the cock slipped slickly upward along his spine.

Warren knew its girth, the thickness he had felt in the water. His fingers couldn’t reach around it and now he felt it move over his lower back as he wondered what it was feel like as it penetrated him. Jonas pulled back and the cock slipped between his cheeks, pushing downward along the deep recess. It raked over his ass, rubbed over his opening making him moan.

Jonas pulled him back into the room away from the window and to the first bed. Roughly tossed down on it, Jonas was on him quickly. Legs held up and pushed apart, he watched Jonas move up between them, cock fully hard, leaking till it drooled a hanging drop. He felt it touch him, press against his tight opening. He pushed back, wanting it in the worst way.

“Shove it in me…come on…fuck me” he begged, and he threw his head back and cried out as the cock stretched him open. He was pulled open and filled by inch after inch as Jonas pushed into his depths. He’d never felt so exposed, so pulled apart and penetrated. It felt as if Jonas was crawling up inside him. Cock sank into him for an impossibly long time. He wondered how deep Jonas could really go.

His legs were pushed back till knees were either side of his chest and buried in the mattress. His ass rose upward, angled for Jonas’ fuck. And fuck he did. Hard, shoving inward all the way and pulling outward, sometimes all the way, only to shove back in. The bed shook and rocked with their fuck and his cries echoed in the small room.

“Fuck…take it…take me” Jonas uttered as he increased his pace, driving into Warren’s depths faster and faster. There was no intimacy to this fuck. No holding back. Jonas fucked to cum. He pounded his hips against Warren’s upturned ass. The sound of it nearly as loud as Warren’s cries.

Warren only thought of Jonas’ cock, the feel of it as it piston in his hole. Roughly, with an urgency seeking release. Jonas moved down on top of him and he felt the hot sweating body undulating against him. A hand moved to his head, grasped a handful of hair and pulled his head back as lips touched his neck, his ear, ran along his jaw till they pressed against his lips.

“I’m going to cum” Jonas whispered, lips rubbing over Warren’s.

Warren felt the hard push inward, the hammering of hips against his ass as Jonas rose and uttered a cry.

Jonas pulled out, his wet cock still hard.

“Get on your hands and knees” Jonas commanded and Warren rolled over and got on his knees feeling a hand quickly push him over on his hands, then elbows then down again till his face was pressed in the mattress and hard wet cock was sinking back into him. Jonas was on him quickly, his legs pushed apart giving Jonas room to fuck. To drive that still hard cock into him. It plunged into his depths once again and he rocked with its movements. Hands on his waist held him in place as he took it. Every thrust into his depths. He felt cum trickle down his inner thigh, pumped out of his hole making room for another load.

“Fuck…do me…do me…harder” he begged and felt Jonas’ hips smack against his ass. A hand moved around his waist and took his own erection. He was stroked in rhythm of their fuck. Fast, furiously working along his wet shaft. He tried to work his hips to Jonas’ pace, but it was too much, too fast. He was overstimulated. Couldn’t form a coherent thought. Only the feel of Jonas inside him, the physical nature of it formed any sense of where he was at. Everything was blurred. Only the smell of Jonas’s body, the masculine scent made stronger by his sweating, and the smell of cum penetrated his idled mind.

He came, wads hitting him on the chest and stomach as his cock flexed with each ejaculation. The hand continued to stroke him, and he felt his opening spasm around the thick cock pumping through it as he jerked and shuddered with his release.

Jonas bear hugged his body and drove into him hard. He felt the flex of cock in his hole as it filled him again. Then the slow pull outward and push back in, milking the last of the cum from it into his hole.

They collapsed on the bed, both sweating and heaving for breath. Warren reached over and slide the back of his hand down the long lean torso till he was fondling the flaccid cock. It was wet, slick to his touch and he rolled it around on Jonas’ abdomen and through the small patch of pubic hair.

Jonas giggled as he pushed Warren’s hand away.

“Let’s shower off. I can’t go back down smelling like this” said Jonas as he rolled off the bed and held out his hand to help Warren up. “Come on, shower with me.”

Jonas kept the water cool and they stood under its spray, hands roaming over the other as they kissed. Jonas manipulated him, tugged on his cock till it grew erect, and kept stroking it till he thought Jonas meant to get him off again. Then the hand withdrew, and Jonas turned to the wall looking over his shoulder.

“Come on Warren, stick me. Put it in me” he asked, his voice soft, pleading.

Warren put his soapy cock against Jonas and pushed, roughly, breaching the tightness and sinking into his depths. Jonas slapped his hands against the wall and cried out.

“OH FUCK…yeah…dick me, fuck me.”

Warren held him by the waist and fucked, hard, driving into his depths with every thrust. He knew it was what Jonas wanted by the way he pushed back to take all of his cock. He dug his fingers into Jonas’ sides as he fucked. The sound of it echoed in the small bathroom. Only Jonas’ reverberating cries were louder. Looking down he watched his cock pull out then disappear back inside Jonas. Over and over and over. He couldn’t believe how aroused he felt, even after getting off twice. Grabbing Jonas by the hair he pulled his head back as he slammed his abdomen against him.

“Take me…fuck…I’m going to cum.”

He pushed Jonas against the wall and hammered away at his depths till he shuddered with his ejaculations. He shoved inward with each one till spent, unable to endure further stimulation. He pulled out and leaned against the wall letting the shower cascade down his torso and flaccid cock. Jonas turned under the shower and moved slowly to him, gently kissing him once then leaning against the wall next to him.

“Thanks” Jonas whispered, looking over.

“No, thank you. You don’t know how much I needed that.”

“Needed? Sounds like someone recovering from a nasty break up.”

“Bingo. Hey, I need to go.”

“Will I see you around?”

“No, I’m heading on to Fort Lauderdale.”

“Oh, that sounds like fun.”

“Something tells me you’ll have plenty of fun here.”

Jonas laughed, nodding his head. “Yeah, the week looks promising.”

They stepped out and dried off. Warren dressed and told Jonas thanks once again and eased out the door leaving him lying on a bed in just a pair of boxers. He strolled down to the elevators and hit the button. Only a few seconds passed and the elevator on the right dinged its arrival. The doors slide open and Warren was taken aback for a second as he stared at Jonas’ four friends. They were joking around about some girls and barely noticed him as he stepped aside. They came out and headed down the corridor and Warren watched them till one of them turned and looked back.

‘Maybe that is the promising week Jonas was referring’ he thought as he stepped on the elevator.

 The sun was low in the western sky when he finally pulled into the hotel parking lot. He grabbed his bag and headed to their room on the seventh floor. Through the lobby, up in an elevator and down the corridor, he made his way to room 734, one facing the Atlantic. He knocked softly and waited. When the door swung open, it was Jaidyn, finger to his lips indicating for him to be silent.

Coming into the room he saw Bill and Wayne in one bed and Jason in the other with a guy he didn’t know, the covers pushed down nearly exposing their cocks. Looking over at Jaidyn he gave him a questioning look.

“They have partied so hard all day. It was crazy. Then Jason showed up with…what’s his name and put on a show of fucking him. Damn, you should have been here.”

“What about you? Anything to tell?”

Jaidyn smiled shaking his head, “no, not yet.”

Warren set his bag down and eased through the room going out on the balcony. Jaidyn came out behind him. They sat in the chairs, feet propped up on the rail and looked out over the beach and ocean. Warren glanced over at Jaidyn, the long legs dusted with blonde hair, the smooth bare arms and when he raised them to stretch, revealing the dark hair of each underarm. Jaidyn hair was cut in such an androgynous manner he could be mistaken for a girl if he dressed differently.

Of his four friends down for spring break, Jaidyn was the one he knew the least about. They had only met a month ago, someone Wayne brought into the group. Everyone knew Wayne had been fascinated with Jaidyn, but something prevented them from going further than just friends. He wondered what it was about Jaidyn that Wayne couldn’t get past, or if it was something about Wayne that prevented their going further.

He glanced over and saw Jaidyn looking at him, then quickly looking back out. He wondered what Jaidyn looked like naked. He’d seen him without a shirt. The smooth upper body, so lean as to be skinny. And he was shorter than his five ten. Would Jaidyn be timid in bed, cautious to the point of boring. Or was there something lurking there. Something that scared Wayne. It was an intriguing thought, one he hoped was true.

“Hey, Warren?”

“Yeah?”

“The guys want to go to this drag bar tonight, but I’m not in the mood for just sitting and watching some performances, and…” Jaidyn hesitated.

“And?”

“And, well, there is a club…about five miles away, I want to go to. You want to go with me?”

“What kind of club?”

“You’ll need to wear jeans and not look too dressed up.”

Things just got interesting to Warren. Jaidyn was suggesting a leather bar, someplace he knew Jason and Wayne would not go, and he doubted Bill would either. He looked around at Jaidyn and smiled.

“I’d love to go with you.”