Another sunny day, four young men stood in front of the Miami Beach Art Deco hotel looking up at its facade with a mixture of boredom and enthusiasm. For Ethan it was barely remarkable, just another hotel. He scratched at the back of his neck lazily as he wished he had put on more sunscreen. Darrell tried to appreciate the shapes, the colors, but he didn’t want to stay there. He didn’t even want to be in Florida. Grady smirked at the sight of the building, happy that he had gotten them all such a good deal for two rooms during the busiest time of year, Spring Break. But for Howard it was something he had always wanted, to stay in a hotel just like in Grand Theft Auto.
“It’s just like the game. This is so great.”
“Well Howard shot his load already. I guess we can go home now,” Ethan said.
“I just hope the rooms are okay, old buildings like this tend to have small rooms. It’s bad enough we have to share,” Darrell added.
“Hey, you guys wanted to do something normal, get away from all of the snow. You talked about the beach and sun. How was I supposed to know you didn’t mean any of it? Let’s just get this over with.”
They walked inside to the front desk where they were greeted by a cheerful blonde woman not much older than themselves. She confirmed their rooms, asked for Grady’s credit card. He offered it, she swiped it and returned it to him. They barely made small talk. None of the guys were interested in tourist sites, and she wasn’t sure what to say to them. They weren’t her regular customers. She handed over the key cards, gave them directions to their two rooms. They walked away to the elevator, barely said a word.
Three flights up, the two rooms were next to each other at the end of the hallway. Ethan led the way to the farthest room, Darrell behind him. Grady and Howard took the other room, each set pushed their way inside. The cold, stale air of the air conditioner was barely refreshing. Darrell went to the window to take in the view.
“At least we’ve got a view of the ocean,” he said.
“It’s not such a bad place,” Ethan replied. “Are you going to bother to unpack or do you just want to head to the beach?”
“I want to hit the beach man. Besides it’s not like I have much to unpack.” Darrell threw down his back pack on the bed, set his satchel bag next to it. “I’m done.”
Ethan pulled the bag from his shoulders, set it on the dresser. They looked to each other, Darrell shrugged his shoulders. Ethan pulled off his shirt. Darrell began to unbuckle his belt. They were about to start another conversation, hash out plans, when there was a knock on the door connecting their room to Grady and Howard’s room. Ethan unlocked their side of the door and opened it. Grady stood in front of him with a smile on his face, past him Howard sat on the bed with his bag open, a video game system in his hands.
“Do you guys want to join us?”
Ethan looked to Darrell who shook his head.
“No way man, I’m came here to get some sun, see the women walk around the beach, maybe even go out with a couple of them.”
“Sorry, no,” Ethan added.
“We’re going to order pizza,” Grady replied.
“We brought all of the good games,” Howard said.
“No, I want to at least walk around a little. I was thinking of going out tonight,” Ethan said. “Why don’t you guys join us?”
“No thanks,” Howard said. “Not right now.”
“Yeah, I’ve kind of reached my maximum for dealing with people today,” Grady replied. “I need some time to myself, or at least with fewer people.”
“Are you guys really going to sit around the room all day playing video games and eating pizza?” Ethan asked.
“Why not?” Darrell interjected, “It’s what they do at college.”
“Yeah, but, I mean we’re on vacation,” Ethan said.
“Uh, maybe we’ll go out tonight, if we can find some place that’s low key,” Grady said. “We’ll talk about it.”
“Until then, I’ll set up the system, Grady you order the pizza, Hawaiian style for me, you should get something different and we can share.”
“Well guys, have a good time,” Grady said.
“You too,” Ethan said.
“Yeah man, have fun,” Darrell replied without much enthusiasm.
Ethan closed the door connecting their rooms, continued to strip out of his clothes. Darrell stripped down as well. Unlike their compatriots Ethan and Darrell were not shy about their bodies, even if Ethan was gay, it had never been an issue for them. Darrell searched his bag for a pair of swimming trunks. Ethan pulled out a Speedo from his bag. Darrell shook his head and laughed at the sight of it. Ethan dangled the bit of cloth in front of his crotch.
“My mother said figure out your best asset and use it,” he said.
“In that case we should switch,” Darrell said.
“I have a nice butt,” Ethan replied.
“You have a white boy’s butt,” Darrell replied. “Besides we both know I’d fill it out more.”
“Oh yeah, you want to measure?” Ethan asked.
“You’d like that,” Darrell joked.
“Are we hitting the beach together or breaking up?”
“Together, at least for a while, and we should meet back up this evening in case one of us over does it. If I’m not having any luck I might need my gay wing man.”
“And if you meet any jock boys who might be curious you send them my way,” Ethan replied.
“It’s a deal.”
They made sure they had everything they needed, let Grady and Howard know they’d be heading out, and were on their way. Their two friends barely acknowledged their departure as they were focused on the television.
*****
At first Ethan took him for a creep, the exact stereotype that he had always felt attracted to but was intimidated by, the type of guy who used to beat him up in high school and give him wedgies. He spotted him at the punch bowl. There was eye contact, an awkward glance. He moved away from him, tried to be distracted by something, anything, eventually he found Darrell in the corner of the room talking to two different women. Seeing him engaged in conversation Ethan turned away, was about to head for the door, but then he ran into the jock that had been cruising him from the punch bowl. He felt especially awkward as he was still dressed in his Speedo.
“Hi,” Ethan said.
“Hi,” he replied.
“I was just about to, I mean, I’m just, was going to get a drink.”
“It looks pretty full.”
“Oh yeah, well, I’m an ambitious alcoholic.”
“My name is Brock,” the stranger said as he offered his hand.
Oh god, here I go again, Ethan thought. I bet he’s some kind of Christian who picks up young gay men at parties and tries to convert them. I should run away, but I’m so damned attracted to him, shit, here I go again, he thought. He shook Brock’s hand. He was over six feet tall, in a tank top and trunks. He had muscled arms, muscled shoulders, muscled, just about everything, one of those cliche barbed wire tattoos around his bicep. Ethan felt like he could swoon but he made himself stand tall, as tall as he could. He shook his hand.
“Did you enjoy the beach today or were you just uh, swimming at a pool?”
“Oh uh,” Ethan looked down over himself, don’t think sexy thoughts, don’t think sexy thoughts, he told himself. “I was at the beach.”
“Are you from around here or from out of state?”
“Out of state,” Ethan answered.
“This doesn’t seem like your kind of party. To be honest it’s not mine either.”
“No, uh, yeah, my friend, he uh, well, he had me come along. He heard about it when we were at the beach today. He wanted me to be his wing man, but I guess he doesn’t need me as he’s talking to two girls right now.”
Ethan looked to his friend, pointed him out to Brock.
“He’s cute.”
“Uh, yeah, I guess,” Ethan replied.
“Is he bisexual?”
Ethan felt his face warm. Just what was Brock asking? Was he asking for an introduction or hinting at a threesome? What have I gotten myself into?
“So are you like a swimmer? Do you swim for like a team or something?”
Ethan turned back to him, right to his chest, then up to his eyes but even that felt awkward. He looked away a little, just so he didn’t have to stare at the man.
“Yeah, I swam for my team in high school. I’m not on a team in college but I go to the pool regularly. I like to stay fit.”
“You look it,” Brock said. “I mean...”
That was it. There had to be more to this man. Everyone else felt too close, he needed space. Maybe they could go somewhere, he thought.
“Do you want to get out of here?” Ethan asked.
“Oh, I’m glad you asked,” Brock said. “Let’s go take a walk.”
They headed out of the party, down to the street. They fell into an easy conversation as they moved from streetlight to streetlight, from neon sign to neon sign. Brock told him about being on the football team until his senior year when he couldn’t take the homophobia anymore. He told him about his academic struggles in college and how he thought about dropping out to go into carpentry. Ethan talked about his passion for physics and how he wanted to go on to graduate school. They seemed to be walking in circles but really Brock was taking a circuitous route to his hotel.
“This is my place,” he said.
“Oh uh, I didn’t know this is where we were headed,” Ethan replied.
“My frat brothers rented a couple of rooms. They’re all probably out and we have a code in case we bring someone back to the room. Would you want to come up? We don’t have to do anything.”
“I’ve always been intimidated by guys like you,” Ethan said.
“I promise I'm a nice guy.”
“Okay,” Ethan said.
Brock led the way inside and up to his room. There was no sock or tie left on the door handle but he still made sure the room was empty before inviting him inside. Ethan walked through the partially illuminated room to the window. Outside he could see the city and in the reflection he watched Brock tie a sock to the handle of the door before closing it.
“We’ve got some booze around here. Do you like whiskey?”
“Jack Daniels,” Ethan replied.
“Of course,” Brock said.
He pulled a bottle from a drawer that was full of clothing, notably a bunch of underwear. There was never much privacy in hotel rooms, he thought. Brock poured two drinks into plastic cups from beside the mirror. He offered one to Ethan who took it and downed it with one attempt. Even with having drunk the beer the whiskey still burned his lips, his tongue, and felt like a weight that sunk to his stomach. Brock downed his and made a bitter face.
“Maybe we should give that a break,” Ethan said. “Why don’t we sit on the bed?”
“Okay,” Brock said. He took the plastic cup back, threw them both in the trash and set the bottle on the dresser.
They sat next to each other. Brock was so much bigger than Ethan, he was like a mountain or a tree to climb, Ethan thought. He looked to the reflection of them in the television that was off.
“So, what did you want to do?” Ethan asked.
“Let’s start with kissing and see where it goes,” Brock said.
It felt so formal, so awkward, they moved towards each other. It had been over thought, too much anticipation, but their doubts soon disappeared as they grabbed at each other. Ethan worked his hand up the leg of Brock’s shorts. Brock grabbed back at his bulge, his ass. Brock pushed against him and he gave a little before pushing back, pushing harder until he was on top of Brock. He broke from the kissing.
“I don’t usually bottom,” Ethan said.
“Good, I want you to fuck me, pound my ass,” Brock said.
“Really?”
“I’ve been checking out your dick all night in that little Speedo. I’ve been drooling over it. Fuck me.”
Ethan pushed away for a moment to drop his swimsuit. He grabbed at Brock’s belt, undid it, and pulled his pants and underwear down. He grabbed at his thighs, got his hands under his knees and pushed them up to his chest. He got up on the bed on his knees, put his dick to the other man’s hole.
“Wait, use protection,” Brock said. “I have something in my nightstand.”
Brock grabbed hold of his own legs as Ethan walked around to the nightstand. He opened the drawer to find a bunch of condoms and a bottle of lubricant. He opened a packet, pinched the condom reservoir, slid the material down over his dick, stroked it a few times. Brock looked at the eight plus inches in the man’s hand and groaned in anticipation. Ethan opened the lubricant, squirted some on his dick, stroked a few more times as he walked back around to Brock. He squirted lubricant on Brock’s asshole, rubbed at the tightened skin with his finger as he got up on his knees again. He moved close, pushed against the opening. He worked slowly, methodically to push himself inside. He felt the warmth of him, the tightness of him.
They grabbed at each other. Brock felt himself being filled, the pressure. He felt Ethan’s hands on his chest. This man was feeling his muscles and inside of him at the same time. Ethan sunk in to his balls, worked himself back out, then back inside. Brock relaxed to the feeling, the motion, he writhed on the bed. Ethan leaned down onto him, their sweaty bodies pressed together.
“Are you ready for it? Are you ready to get fucked?”
“Fuck me, pound my ass,” Brock said.
Ethan pulled away, turned Brock over onto his side, then onto his chest. Brock reached back to Ethan’s thighs, his shoulders against the mattress, face pressed into the sheets. Ethan got up to his feet, started to thrust. He worked himself into a rhythm, the steady sound of his balls hitting Brock’s balls. Ethan ran his fingers from Brock’s waist to his shoulders, grabbed at them. He went hard and deep until his legs strained and he could feel the sweat pooling in the middle of his back and the backs of his knees. He kept at it as his balls tightened.
Brock moaned with pleasure, groaned with pain but kept demanding more, his hand moved to his own dick and began to play with himself as he was moving to meet Ethan’s thrusts. His dick slid between his fingers until the sensitive head hit his belly with an eruption of ejaculate. He felt it shoot from his body down onto the bed. He felt so empty and so full at the same time. It wasn’t long after that Ethan felt his own orgasm was imminent. He dug his fingers into Brock’s skin with the last motion, every muscle in his body strained. He rested for a moment before pulling out, getting down on his knees he pulled the condom off and tied it before taking it to the bathroom where he tossed it in the garbage. He walked back awkwardly as his legs felt like they were about to give. Brock was on his belly but rolled to his side. Ethan sat next to him, took hold of his softening, sensitive dick, played with it a little as they kissed some more.
“Do you want to sleep for a little bit?” Brock asked.
“Yeah, I don’t think I can walk very far right now.”
They got under the covers, Ethan put his head on Brock’s chest. It wasn’t long before they were both asleep. In fact they slept a little too long and were awoken by the sound of knocking on the door. Ethan looked to the sun coming through the open curtains, to the clock by the bed. He groaned in frustration. He wished he had gotten out of there sooner as that was probably Brock’s frat brothers, maybe even someone who shared the room. He looked to the door and then it happened, there was the slide of a keycard and the lock unfastened, the door opened.
Two young men pushed their way inside the room. They looked like jocks. Ethan made sure he was covered by the sheet as he lay on his back and watched them enter. The men looked to Ethan, then to Brock who was just opening his eyes.
“This is awkward,” Ethan said.
“Don’t worry, we all know he’s gay,” one of them said.
“Yeah, it’s cool with us.”
“Okay,” Ethan replied.
“Got yourself some ass last night,” the first one said.
If they only knew, thought Ethan.
“Hey we’re going down to the pool to work off this hangover. Do you guys want to come down?”
“Maybe, we have to get something to eat first,” Brock said.
“Well you can’t stay in bed all day,” the other frat boy said.
They searched the dresser for some swim trunks, found them, and then walked out of the room making sure to pull the door closed behind them.
“Do you want to join them? They’re okay guys.”
“I guess, I mean if it’s okay. I don’t know. I think I have a swimsuit around here somewhere.”
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