Beach Bum Pick Up

After another shower, the two young men lay on the floor of the den and performed a side by side sixty nine. Then, after two very potent drinks, the two fell asleep on the couch. Brandon had his bare back and buttocks against the leather back of the sofa and had his arm around the nude torso of Doug. Doug’s bare buttocks pressed firmly against Brandon’s semi-erect cock.

“Aw shit! Shit! Come on dude, my parents!” Doug hissed frantically, jostling the heavily sleeping Brandon awake.

Still nude, clutching his shirt, swimsuit and tennis shoes, Brandon hustled through the rear atrium doors of the condominium. Dressing quickly, Brandon used the barbeque grill to scale the eight foot privacy fence around the back patio.

It was around midnight; the next Bus number 12 would not be along until five thirty in the morning. The beach was dark and deserted; the plywood shacks were securely padlocked, dark and deserted.

Brandon walked aimlessly along the beach, listening to the rapidly rushing water and the occasional hoot or chirp of nightlife. As he walked, he thought.

The championship game against Myndee’s Roselawn Academy had earned Brandon his scholarship to Norwill University. Their star player was advancing rapidly, controlling the ball with a practiced cadence. The boy had managed to sweep past Paul by feinting to the left, then when Paul reacted, the boy swept around at the newly opened right.