Slut For Cabo – Part 11

Everyone in this story is 18+

I woke to sunlight streaming through the hotel room curtains, my body sore in the best way, like every muscle remembered last night. The beach chair, Al’s thrusts, Jake’s cock filling me, the ocean washing it all away while Nate, Carlos, and Sam laughed under the stars.

I lay there, sheets tangled around my legs, and a grin spread across my face. No regret—not a shred. It was the hottest moment of my life, hands down. Jake’s hands on my hips, Al’s teasing smirk, the freedom of being naked with a bunch of gay frat guys who didn’t judge me. I could still feel it, the rush of being myself, no rules, no shame.

But it wasn’t just the sex. Jake gave me butterflies—those soft brown eyes, the way he called me “wild boy” with that slow, salty kiss. I liked him, more than I expected, like my heart tripped every time I thought of him. And Al? The group thing with him was… electric. Not just the physical stuff, but the way I could let go, explore, be free. With them, I wasn’t the Mormon boy making stupid deals with my parents. I was Isaac, bold and alive, craving more.

I stared at the ceiling, my phone buzzing on the nightstand. A Snap from Jake—him shirtless, winking, captioned “Miss you, wild boy.” My dick twitched, but my chest felt heavier. I needed to talk to my parents. Not about everything—God, no—but about college, their Christian school plan, the life they’d mapped out for me. I wasn’t sure what I’d say, but the truth was clawing at me, demanding air.

A sharp knock jolted me upright. “Isaac? Breakfast, now.” My mom’s voice, clipped and overbearing, cut through the door. My stomach sank. Of course they’d show up, ready to drag me back to their world of prayers and purity.

I scrambled out of bed, pulling on a shirt and shorts, my heart racing. Last night’s freedom felt like a dream, but Jake’s Snap glowed on my phone, and the memory of Al’s laugh, Sam’s warm smile, Nate’s high-five lingered.

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The hotel lobby buzzed with morning chatter, but all I could hear was my mom’s voice, loud and fervent, as she led us in prayer by a potted palm. My dad’s hands clasped mine, his grip tight, while Mom’s words rang out like a sermon. “Lord, guide Isaac to his path, to Christian college, where he’ll find a godly wife, marry, have children, and choose righteousness over temptation.” I stood there, eyes half-open, stomach twisting. It felt like a performance, their voices drowning out the wild boy I’d become last night—Jake’s kisses, Al’s thrusts, the frat’s laughter. I wanted to scream, This isn’t me anymore.

At breakfast, the clink of plates mixed with a TV blaring a Pride channel—rainbow flags, smiling couples, a drag queen hosting. My dad scoffed, marching over to switch it off. “All this woke propaganda isn’t healthy for our Isaac,” he muttered, Mom nodding grimly. “It’s everywhere, corrupting young minds.”

I gripped my fork, heart pounding. “Maybe it’s not all bad,” I said, voice low, testing the waters. “What if I want… something else? Like a different college?”

Mom’s eyes narrowed, her tone sharp. “Isaac, you’re young. You don’t know what’s best. Evil’s out there, tempting you to stray. You must choose a pure life, like we’ve taught you.”

Dad leaned in, voice firm. “No debate. Christian college, a good girl, a godly path. That’s your future.”

Annoyance flared, hot and sharp, but I swallowed it, forcing a nod. No point fighting now—they’d never listen. I picked at my eggs, their words suffocating, the memory of Jake’s “wild boy” kiss the only thing keeping me sane.

Alone at the table while they paid, I pulled out my phone and Snapped Jake: “My folks are a lot… Could you come over?” My thumb hovered over send, then pressed it, heart racing as I waited for his reply.

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I sat on the hotel bed, still buzzing from the Snap I’d sent Jake—“My folks are a lot… Could you come over?”—when a knock came. Jake stood in the doorway, wearing a loose tank and that easy grin, no hint of the heat we’d shared, just warmth in his brown eyes.

“Hey, wild boy,” he said, flopping onto the chair. “You okay?”

I exhaled, shoulders loosening. “Yeah. Just… parents. You know.”

He nodded, leaning forward. “Wanna talk? I’m here.”

I hesitated, then spilled it—the prayers, the Pride channel, their Christian college obsession. Jake listened, no judgment, just quiet attention. When I finished, he leaned back, running a hand through his hair.

“Man, that’s heavy. My parents? Total opposite. Raised me with rainbow flags, unconditional love. Came out at thirteen, no drama. They’d lose their minds over you—in a good way. You’re welcome at our place anytime.”

I blinked, the idea of a family like that hitting hard. “For real?”

“Yeah,” he said, eyes soft. “Our frat’s got guys from your background, too. We take care of them—invite them for dinners, weekends, whatever they need if their own folks won’t. My mom and dad would dig you, Isaac.”

My chest tightened, a mix of longing and hope. “That actually sounds… amazing.”

Jake leaned closer, voice steady. “Look, at the end of the day, it’s your call. Christian college? You could do it. But ASU, or anywhere else? That’s up to you. You’re eighteen now. Maybe it’s time to choose your own path. Either way, I’m here. We haven’t known each other long, but you’ve got a friend in me. And the guys—Al, Nate, Carlos, Sam—they’ve got your back, too.”

I swallowed, his words sinking in. “Thanks, Jake. That means a lot.”

He smiled, then tilted his head. “Speaking of the guys… you asked about the event tomorrow?”

My pulse quickened. “Yeah. What really goes down?”

Jake’s grin turned playful but honest. “It’s a Delta Lambda Phi thing—a bonding night. Think music, drinks, some spicy games, like truth-or-dare but… hotter. Could be body shots, dares, maybe more, like sometimes it turns into a whole gangbang, not gonna lie. All consensual, no pressure. It’s a blast, but I want you to do it for you, not to rebel against your parents or prove anything. You’re good enough just as you are.”

I nodded, his openess settling my nerves but also sparking wild excitement, I had to adjust myself. A night like that—with Jake, the frat, no rules—sounded like everything I’d been craving.

The room phone rang, shrill and sudden. I grabbed it, heart sinking. “Isaac, lunch now,” my mom said. “Then we’re heading to the beach.”

“Coming,” I muttered, hanging up. Jake stood, stretching.

“Guess that’s my cue,” he said, pulling me into a quick hug and peck on the cheek. “Think it over, okay? All of it.”

“I will,” I said, meeting his gaze. “Thanks, Jake. For everything.”

He winked, heading out. “See you, wild boy.”

As the door clicked shut, I stood there, phone in hand, Jake’s words echoing. My parents waited downstairs, ready to pull me back into their world.

But, did I truly want that?