I've been waiting for this trip for months. Six guys, a week at the lake, no parents, no rules. The cottage belonged to James's family, and all it took was one message from him saying, "We got it, the whole house on the lake is ours," to confirm everything. And me? I was already thinking up scenarios that had absolutely nothing to do with a quiet vacation.
I stood over my open bag.
"Jockstraps... got them," I muttered under my breath. "Lube? Packed. Short shorts? Obviously."
I didn't bring pajamas. Not because I forgot. I just won't sleep in anything. If you sleep naked, you don't have to undress in the middle of the night. Just a practical approach.
Noah wrote that we were leaving at eleven. Him, Jay, and me, in one car. The other three, James, Josh, and Dan, were going separately. We were traveling more... stylishly. More music, more ripped jeans, more perfume. They were probably sweating and pretending that none of them had the best ass within a hundred miles.
I zipped up my bag and looked in the mirror. The sun was already warm outside. I knew this trip was going to be hot, literally and figuratively. Handsome boys, swimming, jacuzzis, alcohol, and towels that were too small. Need I say more?
We went in two groups, those who like guys... and those who don't know it yet.
As planned, Noah picked me and Jay up at eleven. The car smelled of his cologne and mint gum, and the music was so loud that the neighbors probably thought we were going to Pride. And that's fine.
"I wonder which one of them will crack first," Jay said, turning to me from the back seat.
"I'm betting on Josh," I replied, fastening my seatbelt. "He sleeps naked. That's enough for me."
Noah looked at me with that half-smile of his.
"James talks a lot. Those are usually the ones hiding the most."
"What about Dan?" I asked.
"Dan... he's silent. That means he's watching. And he's making a mental note of your ass."
We burst out laughing. I liked it. The three of us. Getting horny together over things that might not happen... or might just happen. I felt that these three "straight" guys were ready for something more. Maybe not right away, but a week is a long time.
Noah drove with one hand on the wheel and the other on his thigh. Jay played with his phone, snapping photos like a paparazzi. At one point, he took his sunglasses out of his bag and put them on dramatically.
"If one of them doesn't take a photo of me on a deck chair, I'm going back to the city," he muttered.
"Tell that to James. He's got an influencer complex."
"And a chest complex. He's got that too. Anyway, who doesn't?" I said and leaned back in my seat.
Behind us was the highway, ahead of us was a week... of temptation. We were driving separately, but our thoughts were already together. In one bed. Maybe.
We stopped first. The house was like something out of a catalog, wooden, with large windows that let in the sun like an invitation to have fun. On one side was a terrace with a jacuzzi, on the other a swimming pool, and further on a path leading to a pier over the lake. Private. Quiet. Sexy.
Noah took off his shirt before we even went inside. Of course. Perfect chest, sculpted abs, the way he moved as if every movement was part of some hidden mating dance. I smiled to myself. He didn't have to say anything. He had already started.
A moment later, a second car pulled up. James jumped out first, amused, wearing dark sunglasses.
"The kings of summer have arrived!"
Behind him were Josh and Dan. Josh was wearing a black T-shirt that was tight across his shoulders, Dan had his usual analytical expression, as if he was checking which one of us would give him the first reason to ask, "Why am I attracted to him?"
We went inside. Wooden floors, a spacious living room with a pool table, a large kitchen with an island. Stairs at the top led to three bedrooms. The first one had a large bed. The second one was the same. The third? Also the same.
"What's going on, has no one here heard of single beds?" Josh asked, peeking inside with a slight grimace.
"Alright, let's draw to see who sleeps with whom," Jay declared, already pulling slips of paper from his backpack.
We handed out the pieces. Jay read them aloud one by one: "Jay and Dan," he said, then looked at Dan like he was already planning how to break him down. "Are you sleeping quietly?" he asked with a smile. Dan shrugged. "If I don't have a reason to toss and turn." Jay grinned wider. "I'll make sure you do."
"Noah and James," Jay added.. James snorted. "Do you actually sleep in briefs, or is that just a joke?" "Briefs?" Noah looked at him, amused. "Only in photos." James went silent for a moment, then took a sip of his beer like he needed to wash something down.
"Matt and Josh," Jay read last. "Nice," I replied, trying not to sound too excited. Josh just gave me a high five. "I don't snore," he said. "Me neither. But I sleep naked," I replied with a smile. He went quiet. For a second. Then laughed briefly, like he wasn’t sure if I was kidding.
No one admitted it, but everyone felt the shiver.
We quickly got our things together, then James fired up the grill and we sat down on the terrace with cold beer. The jacuzzi was bubbling and the sun was slowly setting over the lake. Josh and James immediately jumped into the water. In their swim trunks. And without any embarrassment.
Noah muttered to me:
"The view is better than I thought."
"Mhm," I nodded, staring at the drops running down Josh's body. "All he has to do is do a somersault and I'm done for."
"Give him two more beers," added Jay, sitting down next to me with a drink.
James stretched out in the hot tub and looked in our direction.
"Hey, what are you sitting there for? Jump in!"
"No way, not without a massage," Jay replied. "My back needs some strong hands."
"I've got strong hands," Dan chimed in with a smile.
"Oh, now we're talking," Noah said.
An hour later, we were slightly tipsy, warmed up, our bodies relaxed by the bubbles. We moved to the living room. Jay reached for the pool cues.
"Wanna play something?" he asked, tossing a ball. "But with rules."
"Oh no, no," James replied. "I know you guys. It'll turn out that the losers have to give blowjobs."
"Only if you want to."
"I don't want to," he grumbled. "But I can't promise I won't do it if I lose."
Noah leaned against the table.
"Okay. It's a bet. We'll play in teams."
The losers... hmm...
He fell silent, looking at me.
"Come on, say it," I said, pretending to be bored.
He smiled.
"The losers get fucked by the winners."
Laughter. Nervous glances. No one said "yes," but no one said "no" either.
I knew one thing: the game had begun.
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