he saw who I was with. That stopped him cold, and I could’ve sworn I saw the briefest look of terror on his face as he nudged the guy next to him and whispered something in his ear. That, naturally, caused the guy next to him to bolt up onto his elbows as well. (Kind of a reverse domino effect. And, honestly, it was terrifying to behold.) Now the three of them were blankly staring at us as we approached. All the while, Sparkle was snickering behind me as I made a please shut up and behave motion with my hand behind my butt, but Lord only knows what Sparkle interpreted that to mean. Certainly not please shut up and behave .
“Chuck, man, it’s great to see you again.” Of course, what I meant was that it was nice to see him buck-naked and spread out before me like a midday snack. And, ooh, he looked yummy indeed. He was, much to my delight, tighter looking out of his clothes and much hairier than I had imagined. And, yes, he was a natural blond, though I certainly tried my darndest not to look. (My darndest, by the by, was rather on the weak side that morning, what with the lack of food and all.)
“Bruce, yes, um, yeah, you too.” Poor guy. He really had to struggle not to say something that could set the powder keg off again. And I don’t know if it was the coke or what, but I swear I could hear the gears turning in Sparkle’s head, just grinding away trying to find exactly the right thing to say. (He didn’t disappoint. Shock.)
“Chuck, so nice to see you again. You left in such a hurry last night and I didn’t get a chance to say goodbye,” Sparkle said, oozing grace. (Well, something was oozing, anyway.) “And, Jeff, no hard feelings, right, old chap?” I wish I could draw you a picture of the hatred on Jeff’s face at that very moment, because words cannot do it justice.
Sensing impending fireworks, I grabbed Sparkle’s hand and started to yank him away. “Well, we were just leaving. Going to grab a little bite somewhere,” I said and pulled hard on Sparkle’s hand. This, naturally, caused him to stand even firmer. Surprise, surprise.
“Ah, yes, a little bite. If I recall, that’s what young James over their likes. Isn’t that right James?” Sparkle had (and still has, except for this coma thing) such a knack for saying just the right thing at the completely wrong time and place. (God bless him. Or, make that, God help us.)
“Why you miserable piece of shit,” Jeff spat. “You have some fucking nerve.”
“My, my, Jeff, such language. I was just saying…”
“He was just saying goodbye,” I interjected and gave another hard yank. Jeez, he was strong as an ox and held his ground, despite my pulling and tugging.
That caused Jeff to jump up and start toward Sparkle. This in turn got Chuck and James up lickety-split. And I, the Switzerland of the beach, jumped in the middle, trying very hard to be the neutral party of the group. (Plus, it got me closer to naked, little Chuckie. See, I might’ve been fucked up, but my priorities certainly weren’t.)
“My goodness, don’t they have leash laws on this beach?” Sparkle was in grand form, and, despite myself, I gave a little tee-hee . Unfortunately, neither Sparkle’s remark nor my guffaw were doing us very much good, and the sight of three naked men struggling in the sand (and one semi-dressed Sparkle) was causing quite a commotion. Several other guys started to approach our little group to see what was happening. (God, I needed a drink, but I was beginning to believe that He was no longer listening to my pleas.)
“Bruce, I think you should get your friend out of here ASAP,” Chuck leaned in and whispered in my ear. (I know it was tragically inappropriate, but all of this was making me horny as hell.) Still, I agreed wholeheartedly with Chuck that it would be for the best if we could separate this little ménage a mess. So, instead of pulling on Sparkle, I gave him one mighty push. Luckily, I caught him off guard and he went
“Chuck, man, it’s great to see you again.” Of course, what I meant was that it was nice to see him buck-naked and spread out before me like a midday snack. And, ooh, he looked yummy indeed. He was, much to my delight, tighter looking out of his clothes and much hairier than I had imagined. And, yes, he was a natural blond, though I certainly tried my darndest not to look. (My darndest, by the by, was rather on the weak side that morning, what with the lack of food and all.)
“Bruce, yes, um, yeah, you too.” Poor guy. He really had to struggle not to say something that could set the powder keg off again. And I don’t know if it was the coke or what, but I swear I could hear the gears turning in Sparkle’s head, just grinding away trying to find exactly the right thing to say. (He didn’t disappoint. Shock.)
“Chuck, so nice to see you again. You left in such a hurry last night and I didn’t get a chance to say goodbye,” Sparkle said, oozing grace. (Well, something was oozing, anyway.) “And, Jeff, no hard feelings, right, old chap?” I wish I could draw you a picture of the hatred on Jeff’s face at that very moment, because words cannot do it justice.
Sensing impending fireworks, I grabbed Sparkle’s hand and started to yank him away. “Well, we were just leaving. Going to grab a little bite somewhere,” I said and pulled hard on Sparkle’s hand. This, naturally, caused him to stand even firmer. Surprise, surprise.
“Ah, yes, a little bite. If I recall, that’s what young James over their likes. Isn’t that right James?” Sparkle had (and still has, except for this coma thing) such a knack for saying just the right thing at the completely wrong time and place. (God bless him. Or, make that, God help us.)
“Why you miserable piece of shit,” Jeff spat. “You have some fucking nerve.”
“My, my, Jeff, such language. I was just saying…”
“He was just saying goodbye,” I interjected and gave another hard yank. Jeez, he was strong as an ox and held his ground, despite my pulling and tugging.
That caused Jeff to jump up and start toward Sparkle. This in turn got Chuck and James up lickety-split. And I, the Switzerland of the beach, jumped in the middle, trying very hard to be the neutral party of the group. (Plus, it got me closer to naked, little Chuckie. See, I might’ve been fucked up, but my priorities certainly weren’t.)
“My goodness, don’t they have leash laws on this beach?” Sparkle was in grand form, and, despite myself, I gave a little tee-hee . Unfortunately, neither Sparkle’s remark nor my guffaw were doing us very much good, and the sight of three naked men struggling in the sand (and one semi-dressed Sparkle) was causing quite a commotion. Several other guys started to approach our little group to see what was happening. (God, I needed a drink, but I was beginning to believe that He was no longer listening to my pleas.)
“Bruce, I think you should get your friend out of here ASAP,” Chuck leaned in and whispered in my ear. (I know it was tragically inappropriate, but all of this was making me horny as hell.) Still, I agreed wholeheartedly with Chuck that it would be for the best if we could separate this little ménage a mess. So, instead of pulling on Sparkle, I gave him one mighty push. Luckily, I caught him off guard and he went
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