A Trip to the Beach (vignette)

Kyle bounded down the beach, the early morning sun filtering weakly through the dense fog surrounding him.  His long, powerful legs propelled him over the sand as easily as if it were smooth pavement.  Only the sweat running down through the dark, matted hairs on his bare chest and down his broad back betrayed his exertion.  He'd lost track of how many miles he'd covered.  The house they'd rented was already on a relatively remote corner of the island, and while equally huge vacation houses occasionally stood up from behind the dunes, they were spaced few and far between.  It was just after sunrise, Kyle always ran first thing in the morning, which meant he had the beach more or less to himself.  And with the dense fog that had rolled in overnight, he might as well have been running in place.  It was almost hypnotic.  The ocean was a constant roar to his right, the rhythmic pounding of the surf falling in time with the sound of his heart pumping between his ears, and the salty spray misting up from the crashing waves was gentle and cooling in the already-humid morning air.  Kyle felt fantastic.  He was on a much needed vacation with his three best friends, who he hadn't been alone with in close to a decade.  No wives.  No girlfriends.  Just the four of them drinking, fishing, and relaxing.  He didn't have to worry about finishing up his run only to sit in rush-hour traffic on the way to the office.  The only thing he had to worry about was whether or not Bryan had polished off all the beer the night before.  

He finally slowed to a brisk walk before stopping altogether.  His sculpted, hairy chest heaved as he caught his breath, and his large, solid arms flexed while he reached up and wiped the sweat from his forehead and jet black hair.  He walked down to the surf and let the brisk waves splash up his pumped, rocky calves, stopping just below his sweaty, clinging shorts.  Kyle loved this feeling.  Every inch of his tall, 6'4" frame felt energized.  He'd always been athletic, but when his twenties turned into his thirties and the face he saw in the mirror finally started showing signs of aging, he'd stepped it up.  He ran every morning and was an avid crossfitter.  He had broad, thick shoulders, powerful arms, pecs that begged for attention no matter what he wore, and an impressive set of abs.  Constant running, along with hours of squatting and jumping left his hairy legs thick and strong with a meaty, prominent ass.  His features were striking, with high cheekbones, brooding eyes, and soft, full lips beneath his short, trimmed beard.  Despite his constant workout schedule, Kyle didn't give much thought to his appearance.  He liked being physical.  He sat in an office all day and needed the outlet more than he needed to look good.  And after being married for six years he didn't really need to worry about being on the market.  Not that he minded being frequently hit on by women and men alike; he just wouldn't admit it.  

He caught his breath and turned to trace his steps back down the beach.  He doubted if any of the other guys would be up yet.  The previous evening was their first night together and things had gone later and drunker than anticipated.  Kyle didn't even care that he'd felt like garbage when he woke up; he was just happy to be with his friends.  He'd known Bryan since middle school, and had met Jeff and Tim in college.  They all had plenty of other friends, but the four of them had bonded instantly.  They did everything together.  They were on the same sports teams, they lived together, they graduated together, they were in each other's weddings, and even when work and life spread them across the country, they stayed in regular contact.  

Kyle thought back on those carefree days as he ran.  His current life was far from bad; he had a six-figure job and he truly loved his wife, but there was a small part of him that would have chucked it all to have those early days back.  He thought about what his life would be like if he could just be with his friends and not worry about anything else.  

"Damn..." Kyle panted as the fog around him grew thicker and thicker until the world was a dim, grey haze.  Even the ocean sounded muffled and far off in the distance.  He couldn't see more than a few feet down the beach but he didn't worry.  The ocean was on one side and a steep dune on the other, so he could only run in one direction.  His bare skin broke out in goosebumps from a sudden chill in the air.  The more he ran, the thicker it got until he couldn't see more than a step ahead.  It felt otherworldly.  If it weren't for the sand beneath his feet, Kyle would have felt like he was running through a cloud.  He still didn't worry.  His mind was stuck on his nostalgia, and thoughts of all the ways his life could have gone, but didn't.  He was so wrapped up in his thoughts that he was running down a bright, sunny beach for a considerable distance before he even noticed the fog was gone.  He looked back over his shoulder, expecting to see a grey, cloudy wall, but only saw a long expanse of clear sand and waves.  

He shrugged it off, glad to see their large house looming in the distance.  It sat up on stilts to begin with before raising another three stories into the air, causing it to stand on the horizon like a fort.  It was big enough to sleep twenty, which meant the four of them had plenty of room.  They knew it was excessive, but they wanted to live large on this trip.  They had a private pool, hot tub, game room, exercise room, panoramic views of the ocean, and a wrap-around deck.  It was like a small resort.  And the best part for them was the lack of neighbors.  The other houses on either side of them were well down the beach in either direction, giving them all the privacy they could want.  

Kyle climbed the stairs over the dune and gave the beach another look.  Even from a raised vantage point he couldn't see any sign of the fog.  There wasn't even a cloud in the sky.  Just sparkling water as far as he could see.  He told himself it must have finally burned off and headed for the house, his long, wide feet thumping loudly on the weathered lumber of the walkway.  Instead of going up to the main floor, he went under the house to where there was an outdoor shower.  It was a simple wooden stall with a swinging door and single shower head.  Each of their rooms had a decked out master-bath with jacuzzi tubs and showers the size of walk-in closets, but Kyle liked the sensation of being outside.  The fresh air against his skin and the pounding surf in the distance was more relaxing than a giant glass box.  He stepped inside and peeled out of his clinging shorts and sweat-soaked boxer briefs, his naked skin tingling as the warm air washed over it.  Kyle could literally feel his stress melt away as he scrubbed himself clean.  He always felt great after a hard workout, but this was different.  He felt invigorated and light, as if a weight had been lifted.  The dual sensations of the hot shower and light, sea breeze were intoxicating.  He had his hardening cock in hand before he even realized it.  

Kyle blushed, feeling a rush of embarrassment at what would happen if he was caught.  He was tall enough that the top of his head stood up over the edge of the stall, and the door didn't lock.  It wouldn't take much for one of his friends to come out and figure out what he was doing.  Not that they hadn't stumbled on each other mid-jerk before, it just wasn't something he looked forward to.  Not that it stopped him.  His other hand joined in, palming his round, heavy balls and causing his wide, seven-inches to surge.  Kyle pumped his hips, his meaty cheeks flexing and dimpling at the sides while the warm water ran down his hairy chest and stomach.  The crashing of the surf drowned out the quiet gasps that he couldn't hold back.  He was surprised by the intensity.  He didn't jerk off as much as he used to, and he couldn't remember the last time it had felt like this.  It only took a few more pumps before his whole body shook and a stream of milky fluid ran down the drain.  

He was grinning from ear to ear as he toweled off, feeling like a horny teenager.  He hadn't even thought about anything while he did it.  Usually he thought about Nina, the short little blonde in the sales department at work, but this time the sensation alone was all he could focus on.  He grabbed his shorts, wrapped the towel around his waist and headed up to the main floor, his stomach growling.  

"Hey," he said as he opened the sliding door and stepped into the palatial room.  Bryan stood in the kitchen on the other side, sleepily fumbling with the coffee maker.  

"I don't know how you do it, man," Bryan yawned, stretching his burly arms and scratching at his exposed stomach.  He was still dressed in just a pair of boxer shorts that were stretched tight across his thick thighs.  In his younger days, Bryan had been in better shape than Kyle was now, but a busy white collar job and the passing of time had put on some pounds.  Bryan did his best to make sure that extra weight was mostly muscle, but he'd lost his sculpted build in the process.  At an even six feet he was tall enough to look more built than stocky, but it wouldn't be long before he crossed over to thick and beefy.  His wide shoulders and plump pecs rested on a muscular stomach that was still flat, but that hadn't seen abs in years.  He had a pair of intimidating, powerful arms that looked like they could crush boulders if he squeezed hard enough, and legs that were huge, solid pillars.  For someone pushing 35 he still had a boyish face, with round cheeks above his solid jaw and bright, blue eyes.  His short brown hair was still messy from sleeping, only adding to his youthful appearance.  "I could barely drag myself upright this morning, let alone go running."  

"Looks like it happens often," Kyle laughed, pinching Bryan's soft side.  

"Fuck you," Bryan yawned, shoving Kyle away.  "Least I don't look like a sasquatch."  

"Don't worry, you'll hit puberty some day," Kyle said absently as he dug through the fridge.  

Bryan put a wide hand on Kyle's back.  "Now honey, we said we wouldn't fight on this trip," he said in his best mid century housewife voice.  

"Sorry dear," Kyle said flatly, shrugging off Bryan's hand.  He dumped a carton of eggs and a large pack of bacon on the counter while Bryan rummaged for skillets.  Once the food was started he left the other man to tend it while he hurried down to his room to put something other than a towel on.  He slipped on a pair of board shorts and reached for a shirt, but stopped, reminding himself that it was just the guys.  He gave himself a quick look in the mirror, feeling a rush of satisfaction at his toned physique. The only thing he felt insecure about was the way his large, round ass stood out against the back of his swim trunks.  They were tight and long enough that they held it somewhat in check, but it drew more than a little attention.  He waved it off and followed the scent of cooking food back upstairs.  

"I knew that'd get you out of bed," Kyle said when he saw Jeff standing next to Bryan at the stove.  Jeff was the shortest of the group at 5'8" but had always compensated for his lack of height by working out.  If he couldn't be tall, he'd at least be big.  Unlike Bryan, the shorter man was meticulous about his workouts and diet, leaving him covered in bulging, striated muscle.  Everything was symmetrical and appeared to be sculpted from granite.  He had on a baggy muscle shirt that was open at the sides, exposing most of his massive pecs before his torso tapered to his waist.  From the side, Kyle could see Jeff's eight-pack abs and defined obliques disappearing into his grey boxer briefs.  The back of Jeff's shirt rested  on his solid, shelf-like ass while the thin grey cotton struggled to contain his wide thighs.  His face was just as cut as the rest of him, with a lantern jaw, jagged cheekbones, and buzzed brown hair.  If he didn't shave he'd be as hairy as Kyle, but the short man kept himself smooth from his eyebrows down.  

"I know how food works around here," Jeff laughed, looking Kyle up and down.  "You already hit the beach?"  

"Just for a run.  It was crazy foggy out there."  Kyle didn't know why he shivered when he said that.  The other two were too focused on the food to notice.  They went and ate breakfast on the deck, catching up on each other's lives.  They complained about work and their wives and drifted into the nostalgia that Kyle had felt during his run.  It didn't shake his good mood, but Kyle was starting to feel like something was increasingly off about the situation.  

"Hey, you guys actually saved me some."  The door slid open and Tim stepped out with a sleepy grin.  Like Bryan, his shaggy blonde hair was messy from sleep and his eyes were bloodshot.  All he had on was a pair of thin running shorts, leaving his lean, wiry body mostly exposed.  He was roughly the same height as Bryan, but in terms of build he was the smallest of the group.  He stayed in shape by hiking and rock climbing and doing all sorts of outdoor activities as opposed to spending time in a gym.  He was covered in tight, whipcord muscle with a ruggedly handsome face.  Of all of them, he still looked the youngest, something he attributed to spending so much time in nature.  If it had been up to him, they'd be spending the week in tents on the beach, not in a luxurious mansion.  

"Last one has to do the dishes," Bryan said, sliding his plate over.  

Tim just shrugged and shoveled the food into his mouth.  For someone so lean, he was constantly hungry.  "This place has, like, three dishwashers.  I think I can handle it."  

They caught up with Tim and talked about the day ahead.  Jeff was going to work out while Kyle and Bryan wanted to hit the waves.  Tim was only interested in fishing, so once they were done they went their separate ways.  

*******

"Wow, you're right, this is way warmer than I thought."  Bryan sounded relieved as he tiptoed into the waves.  He had on a pair of boardshorts like Kyle, only they were stretched much tighter across his burly legs.  

Kyle just grinned and dove headfirst into a crashing wave, repeating the process until he was past where they were breaking.  He floated in the chest-deep water and laughed at Bryan's less graceful attempt to reach him.  Further down the beach, Tim was a dot in the sand as he sat with his fishing pole.  The only other people out on the beach were so far down as to barely be visible.  

"Holy shit it's nice out here," Bryan sighed, finally reaching the calmer water.  "I can't believe we have this pretty much to ourselves."  

"I know," Kyle said, bobbing on his back.

"Do we, uh, have to worry about sharks or anything?"  

Kyle laughed at Bryan's nervous expression.  The uneasy feeling he felt while they were eating was still there, but it felt like it was turning in to something else.  Uneasy didn't feel like the right word any more, just unexpected.  "Maybe?  It IS the ocean.  If it makes you feel better, there's never been a recorded shark attack in these parts."  Bryan tried to play it off like he wasn't worried, but Kyle could see his expression ease.  

They bobbed in the surf and splashed around, losing track of how much time was passing.  Kyle was finding himself increasingly fixated on his friend.  He kept staring at Bryan's boyish face, and the thick shoulders visible above the water, the whole time thinking about the rest of the body beneath the waves.  He finally couldn't resist any longer.  When Bryan had his back turned he slipped under the water and over to his friend, grabbing his legs and tugging his trunks down.  

"Jesus fucking christ," Bryan yelled, his eyes wide when Kyle resurfaced.  "I thought you were a goddamn shark or something!"  He laughed nervously, his broad chest heaving as he caught his breath.  "My fucking life flashed before my...hey!"  

Kyle watched Bryan blush.  His friend had been so scared he didn't even notice that he was missing his shorts until he saw Kyle holding them.  "What were you saying?"  

"Oh, you dick," Bryan said, splashing at his friend.  He didn't wait, he lunged towards Kyle, knocking them both into the water.  They used to wrestle like this all the time, but it had been years since the last time they'd done it.  Now, they twisted and writhed in and out of the water until they both finally broke the surface, panting.  

"Good job, dude," Kyle coughed, spitting out saltwater.  "Now we're BOTH without shorts."  He'd dropped Bryan's in the struggle, and his friend had managed to pull his off as well.  

"Hey man, you started this," Bryan said, grinning from ear to ear.  "Oh, come on.  Who gives a shit?  Who else is even out here?"  He gestured to the empty shore and shrugged.  Tim's pole was still in the sand, but they couldn't see their friend.  "Man...when was the last time you went skinny dipping?  I don't even remember, it's been so long."  

"I don't remember either, but it definitely wasn't with another dude," Kyle said, trying not to think about Bryan's exposed lower half under the water.  Not because he hadn't seen his friend naked before, but because he suddenly wanted to.  

"It wasn't my idea to make this trip a sausage fest in the first place," Bryan said, shaking his head.  "But if you want to cuddle later I'm okay being the big spoon."  

Kyle splashed at his friend and laughed.  "Ugh.  I don't want your junk on my back."  

"Too late for that!"  Bryan lunged forward again, but Kyle managed to avoid him.  The taller man raced towards shore with his friend chasing after, both of them laughing like they were nineteen again, not two grown men in their mid-thirties.  

Kyle managed to make it to shore, but he was just out of the water when he felt Bryan slam into him from behind.  They tumbled onto the sand in a heap.  Without the water as a buffer, Kyle felt every inch of his friend's beefy body pressing into his.  Bryan's short, thick cock wasn't just on his back; it was on his stomach, his chest, and his thighs in the process.  "Okay, okay," Kyle finally said between breaths.  He was flat on his back with Bryan on top of him on his stomach.  Their faces were inches apart and Kyle tried to ignore the heat of Bryan's breath on his face.  

"Fuck, you ARE hairy," Bryan grinned, patting Kyle's hairy pecs as he lifted himself free.  "Does Taylor feel like she's getting fucked by a gorill...whoops, that's awkward," he laughed, looking down at Kyle's solid cock.  

"You're one to talk."  

"Oh!  Uh, well, uh, yeah," Bryan stammered when he saw his own thick, stout cock was rock hard.  He shook his head.  "You really are a son of a bitch.  I forgot how big that thing was."  

Kyle let Bryan help him up.  "Do you think about my dick a lot?"  

"Depends on the day," Bryan joked, squirming. "Goddamn...I've got sand literally everywhere."  

"You're the one who thought wrestling on the sand would be a good idea."  Kyle was surprised by how natural it felt to be naked and hard in front of Bryan, and his friend didn't seem any more uncomfortable than he was.  They went back up the stairs and down to the house to rinse the sand off.  Kyle stepped into the shower for the second time that day, only this time Bryan followed right behind.  "Hey!"  

"What?  We're going to do this one at a time so we don't see each other naked?"  Bryan cranked the water on and started to stand underneath until Kyle pushed him out of the way.  Bryan did the same, and the process started all over again.  Only this time, they were very much aware of their solid cocks slapping into each other.  They told themselves they weren't doing it on purpose.  When Kyle's hand brushed against Bryan's throbbing rod he said it was an accident.  But when Bryan did the same to him he wanted it to continue.  Neither of them were surprised when they each found the other's dick in their hand.  

"What...what're we doing...." Kyle gasped as Bryan tugged.  

Bryan gave a shocked laugh but didn't pull away either.  "I don't know man...just...don't stop..."  

They stood, stroking each other.  This wasn't an embrace, they were barely making contact, it was a pure release of lust.  Kyle stared down in disbelief at the sight of his friend's hand sliding up and down his long cock, while his own hand practically swallowed the entirety of Bryan's.  He'd never had another man's dick in his hand before and he kept thinking about how differently Bryan's felt.  He assumed a dick was a dick, but it wasn't even close.  At the same time, he'd never had another man's hand wrapped around his own.  Bryan's rough skin was very different than Taylor's soft hands, but it felt fantastic.  They both knew they could be discovered at any time.  They weren't being quiet.  Either Tim or Jeff could walk by and see what was happening.  But they didn't care.  Why should they?  Why shouldn't they be getting each other off?  It all felt so natural.  Kyle came first.  His eyes were locked with Bryan's when his friend's meaty fist pushed him over the edge.  It felt like a door that had been locked for years suddenly burst open when he unleashed a steady stream.  They were both happily married.  They shouldn't even be thinking about this, let alone doing it.  But Bryan just grinned at him with a smile like Kyle had never seen.  It was a mix of arrogant, cocky and confident and Kyle suddenly felt his stomach flutter.  This was a side of his goofy friend he'd never experienced.  Now he felt like he had to not just return the favor, but do better.  He turned Bryan to face him and reached down with his free hand to knead his friend's low, heavy balls.  Bryan whimpered, and Kyle knew his friend was actively trying to hold back.  He ran his thumb roughly around Bryan's wide tip and leaned his mouth towards his friend's chest.  His tongue had just barely made contact with one of Bryan's large nipples when he felt a barrage of warm fluid hit his stomach.  

"That was...cheating..." Bryan panted with that same grin.  

They finished rinsing off like nothing strange had just happened.  Kyle had a million questions, but his mouth wouldn't give voice to any of them.  Instead, they walked over to the pool and jumped into the deep end.  The plan had been to get new trunks, but here they were splashing around naked in the pool.  Other than horsing around they'd never been an overly touchy-feely pair, but now they were constantly going at each other.  Any excuse to make contact.  Even when they got out of the pool and plopped down on loungers, they sat so close as to practically be on top of each other.  

"Whoa! What're you fuckers doing," Tim laughed as he came down the walkway and saw his naked friends.  Jeff was with him, at some point having made his way down to the beach without Kyle or Bryan noticing.

Kyle thought he caught a strange look on Tim and Jeff's faces, but it passed quickly.  "We lost our shorts because this asshole decided to tackle me in the waves," Kyle said, blushing.  When it was just him and Bryan he hadn't really thought about their nudity, but seeing his other two friends made him suddenly self conscious.

"Only after this dick started it," Bryan said, shoving Kyle.  "What'd you two do all afternoon?"  

Tim spoke a little too quickly.  "Jeff came down and kept me company while I cast."  

"We didn't catch anything," Jeff shrugged, trying to look casual.  

"Just helped Tim out with his pole, huh," Bryan laughed, not catching the look Jeff and Tim gave each other.  

Kyle broke the awkward silence that followed.  "I should probably go put something on," he said, telling himself he was too old to be acting like this and trying to believe it.  

"Whatever you gotta do, man.  I'm good."  Bryan put his burly arms behind his head and stretched his beefy, naked body out in the lounger.  "Wake me when it's time to eat."  

Kyle forced his eyes away from his friend and hurried into the house.  He felt like he was drunk, or like he was only half awake.  He picked up his phone to text his wife but kept losing focus when he tried to dial the number.  

"Thought you were getting dressed," Tim laughed from the doorway, interrupting Kyle's third attempt at texting.  

"Huh?"  Kyle looked down at his still-naked body.  "Oh, haha, yeah, got distracted by my phone," he said, tossing it onto the bed.  He still made no move to get dressed as Tim looked him up and down.  He knew his friend was checking him out.  What he didn't know was why he liked it so much.  He slowly turned, letting Tim get a long look at his firm ass before pulling on a pair of gym shorts.  When he turned back around, Tim's gaze very obviously dropped to the outline of the long, thick cock against the mesh fabric.  "Weird day," Kyle said, causing Tim to blush at being caught.  

Tim shook his head.  "Right?  I don't know if it's just the ocean air or what but I've been out of it all day."  

"Me too," Kyle said.  "It's like my brain doesn't know what to do with itself," Kyle lied.  He knew very well what his brain wanted.  He was checking Tim out just as hard as his friend had done to him.  Tim's shiny, bald scalp, stubbled cheeks, lean, firm pecs, and tiny waist were just as inviting as Bryan's thick frame had been.  How had he never noticed how handsome Tim was?  He'd always thought of him as skinny and squirrelly, but suddenly his friend was radiating rugged masculinity.  Like with Bryan in the shower, he was seeing a side of Tim that he'd never even thought about before.  

"You alright big guy," Tim asked with a cocky grin.  

Kyle blushed when he realized he was staring and practically drooling.  "Goddamn...see?  This is what I'm talking about!"  There was a pregnant pause as they stared at each other.  It was clear what both men wanted to do.  Kyle started to reach out, but Tim turned at the last minute.  

"Time for liquor, I think," he said, letting out a long breath.  Kyle followed him upstairs, his eyes glued to the back of Tim's tiny shorts the entire time.  They turned a game on and plopped down on the large sofas.  By their second beers, things were more or less back to normal.  Unbeknownst to each other, they kept sneaking glances out of the corner of their eyes, but the palpable tension had passed.  Kyle was ready to write the day's behavior off as one of those things that just happened on vacation until Bryan and Jeff came into the room.  Bryan wasn't naked any more, but instead of his usual boxers, he had on a pair of tiny orange briefs.  In the decades he'd known Bryan, he'd never seen his friend wear anything even close to that.  Jeff followed behind, his sculpted body in a similar, if considerably smaller, blue pair.  

"Those are cute," Kyle said to Bryan.  He'd intended it as a sarcastic joke, but it came out as a genuine compliment.  

"Thanks," Bryan said cheerfully, snapping the waistband.  

"They really show off these cakes," Jeff said, grabbing two handfuls of Bryan's ample behind.  Despite his shock, Kyle had to admit that Jeff was right.  Bryan's stocky lower half looked sturdy and inviting.  Kyle remembered the feeling of his hands on Bryan's wide thighs while they tussled earlier, and the warmth of the stout cock that bulged out between them.  Not that Jeff looked bad in his.  The sculpted, granite globes of his ass dimpled at the sides as the cotton struggled to contain them.  Even in his 30s, the short man looked like he could have modeled them.  Kyle watched Jeff's perfectly tapering torso bend and flex while he rummaged through the fridge.  He'd always wondered what it must feel like to be that short and that built.  Despite all that muscle, everyone would seem so much bigger.  The short man turned from the fridge with a plate of meat and grabbed an apron.  "We're gonna go throw this on the grill if you two wanna get everything else ready."  

Kyle just nodded as his two scantily clad friends scampered out of the room.  He started to ask Tim what he thought about their outfits when he looked down and saw his own.  The baggy mesh gym shorts he'd put on had somehow shrunk.  They were still mesh shorts, but now they weren't much bigger than the briefs Bryan had on.  Kyle's long, solid, hairy legs were almost totally exposed as the shorts split at the side and showed off just a hint of his ass.  The built-in mesh caused his large package to be thrust forward, looking like someone shoved a softball in them.  “I…” Kyle started.  “Are these what I…?”  

Tim gave him a confused look while he waited for his friend to finish.  “Are these…what?”

Kyle couldn’t remember what he was about to ask.  Something about his shorts?  He shifted, loving how comfortable the tiny shorts felt.  He laughed awkwardly and scratched his head, his large bicep flexing in the process.  “I don’t even remember.  Kinda lost my train of thought there.”  He and Tim pulled the rest of the food and plates out, but the process was taking longer than usual as they couldn’t keep their hands off each other.  

“Hey!”  Tim yelped when Kyle gave him a shove.  “You’re gonna make me drop these plates.”  

“You’re the one who bumped into me,” Kyle said, avoiding Tim’s shoulder-punch.  “Gotta be quicker than that!”  Antagonizing each other like this wasn’t unusual.  Being incredibly turned on by it was.  On some level, Kyle knew the reason he kept poking at Tim was so he could keep feeling the other man’s smooth, solid stomach.  And he knew Tim was letting him do it.  “I wonder what’s taking those to soooohh!”  One second Kyle had been closing a cupboard, and the next he felt his tiny shorts hitting the floor.  He spun around to see a beaming Tim.  

“You said I needed to be quick,” the lean man grinned.  Kyle bent to pull them up but Tim stopped him, stepping close and pinning him against the counter.  

Kyle felt his face turn red as he was pushed backwards.  He reached behind and grabbed the counter just as Tim’s hand wrapped around his swiftly-hardening cock.  His broad, hairy chest rose and fell quickly.  He looked down at Tim’s smaller frame, wondering why he suddenly felt so small.  His solid cock looked huge in Tim’s hand.  He could have easily swallowed the other man in his large arms.  He towered over him.  But Tim was the one in control.  His friend wasn’t saying anything.  Tim casually ran his hand along Kyle’s thick shaft, but he wasn’t jerking his friend off.  It was more like he was inspecting him.  Tim’s other hand burrowed through the dark fur across Kyle’s chest while the big man stood frozen.  “We’ll pick this up after dinner,” Tim said, letting go and stepping away.