Walking the Line - Part 3

Everyone in this story is 18+

The sun was already low in the sky when we arrived at the vacation home, its rays casting a warm glow over the familiar white stucco walls and terra-cotta roof. It was the same place we’d rented for years, perched just above the beach with a narrow view of the ocean through a cluster of palm trees. I dragged my suitcase over the uneven stone path, half-listening as my dad chatted with the Morgans about their flight.

“Honestly, we could probably afford to rent a bigger place by now,” I thought to myself, eyeing the small, three-bedroom layout. “But nope, Dad’s gotta save a buck wherever he can.”

Inside, it smelled faintly of salt and sunscreen, and everything was just as I remembered it—cozy, slightly cramped, but undeniably cozy. The parents were already divvying up rooms, and as usual, Walker and I were relegated to the one with two twin beds shoved awkwardly against opposite walls.

I glanced around the room, my eyes landing on a chair in the corner. Its legs were still patched together with what an combination of glue and duct tape. I could almost hear my dad muttering about "not losing the deposit" after Walker and I had roughhoused and sent it crashing to the floor a few summers ago. Back then, it had been funny—just another story to tell.

“Just like old times, huh?” Walker said, slinging his bag onto one of the beds with a grin. The very bed Walker had his first kiss. I could still picture him in this very room, pacing nervously while I sat on the other bed, trying not to laugh. “Just keep watch,” he’d said, before sneaking a cute tourist girl into the room for what I assumed was a quick peck. He’d come back grinning ear to ear, looking so proud of himself while I sat there, feeling... something I hadn’t been able to name at the time.

“Yeah, great,” I muttered, dropping my suitcase on the other bed. My heart sank a little. Sharing a room used to be no big deal, but now the very thought of it made my chest tighten.

Before I could unpack, the parents were already rallying for a trip to the beach. “Let’s all get changed and head down!” my mom said brightly. Everyone seemed to agree, and I started digging through my suitcase for my swim shorts.

Walker, of course, was completely nonchalant. He grabbed his swim trunks from his bag and, without a second thought, pulled off his shirt. His toned chest and broad shoulders caught the golden light filtering through the window, every line of muscle seeming more defined than I remembered. A faint trail of hair started below his navel, leading downward, accentuating his already lean and sharp physique-

Then he dropped his jeans. My breath hitched as my eyes, despite my best efforts, flicked downward. His snug-fitting boxer briefs hugged him closely, leaving little to the imagination. Not that I needed to imagine anything, because almost immediately, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down like it was the most natural thing in the world.

His cock flopped out, thick and relaxed, curving slightly to one side—it was impossible to ignore. It was clear he’d trimmed since the last time I’d seen him like this, the neatness drawing even more attention to his natural confidence. Walker stood there like it was no big deal, completely at ease in his skin, as if baring himself in front of me was as normal as brushing his teeth. I hated how much my face burned just watching him.

“Dude!” I blurted, turning away so fast I nearly tripped over my suitcase.

Walker just shrugged, stepping into his swim shorts. “What? It’s nothing you haven’t seen before. Why so shy all of a sudden?”

I didn’t answer. My face was already burning as I grabbed my own swim trunks and bolted for the bathroom. Once inside, I slammed the door and leaned against it, trying to steady my breathing.

“Why does he have to be so... ugh.” My gaze dropped to the growing bulge in my pants, and my stomach twisted. “Seriously?”

I thought about the way Walker had held my hand on the plane, his voice steady and reassuring, and, as if on cue, my dick stirred to full attention.

“Great. Just great.” I scowled at myself in the mirror before turning on the sink and splashing ice-cold water on my face—and elsewhere—until the situation subsided and I could put on the swim trunks.

When I finally emerged, Walker was leaning against the wall by the door, waiting. He arched an eyebrow. “Took you long enough. Ready to go?”

“Yeah,” I muttered, avoiding his gaze as I grabbed a towel and followed him out to meet up with our folks.

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The sun was beginning its slow descent as we arrived at the beach, the sky painted in soft hues of orange and pink. The warm sand sifted beneath my feet as I followed Walker toward the shoreline, a towel slung over my shoulder. The sound of the waves was soothing, but I couldn’t shake the tension in my chest.

It didn’t help that a group of girls nearby had their eyes glued to Walker. Their giggles carried on the breeze as they whispered and stole glances in his direction. Walker, of course, seemed oblivious, running a hand through his sun-kissed hair as he stretched out his arms, exuding confidence with every move. I rolled my eyes, trying not to think about it.

“Alright, everyone, group up!” my mom called out, waving her phone in the air. “First photo of the vacation!”

“Do we have to?” I muttered under my breath, but the look she shot me made it clear this wasn’t up for debate. Reluctantly, I trudged over to where Walker was already standing, flashing his trademark grin.

“Come on, Evan,” Walker said, draping an arm casually around my shoulder. “Smile for the camera.”

I forced a smile, not wanting to draw any attention, and stood stiffly as my mom snapped the picture. She beamed, already checking her phone to make sure the shot was good. Meanwhile, I couldn’t help but notice the lingering stares from the girls as Walker laughed and said something I didn’t catch.

“Alright, you’re free to go,” my mom said, waving us off. Walker headed straight for the water, calling over his shoulder, “Last one in’s a loser!”

The picture Evan's mom took is now the cover of this story in the collection. Be sure to check it out!