Spring Break

"Spring Break" is a sequel to "The Lighthouse," published previously on literotica. Both stories are distantly related to three earlier short stories: "Lake Encounters, Part 1," "Lake Encounters, Part 2," and "My Barista." All can be found on literotica.

Spring Break

By Jack Lynch

Toby threw his backpack up onto the counter. "What's up?"

Karla glanced up from her computer and glared at him.

"Just the usual shit."

Having just returned to Tybee Island from classes at Savannah Tech, Toby reported for his part-time internship at Sav-Hil Vacation Rentals. He'd gotten the job as part of the hospitality management program he was enrolled in.

Just turned 19 years old, still cute in a boyish way. A late growth spurt had stretched him out to nearly 5'8." Slender, narrow hips, with a 29-inch waist. Painfully pale, the whitest of white skin, in contrast to the long black hair covering his ears and neck. Light blue eyes, tiny black moles here and there on his face. Pink lips. When he was a little kid, his grandmother called him the Irish Ghost.

Picking up the bank bag sitting on the corner of Karla's desk he said, "I'll go to the bank."

"No ya won't. I'm gonna go. You can go verify 112."

"Why?" Toby whined.

"Because I've had to register and verify four properties today. I'm sick and tired of taking shit from smart ass kids."

This was the first of three weeks making up spring break for colleges up and down the East coast. Even though Tybee Island was pretty far from the real action in Daytona, the island still got its fair share of spring breakers, hell bent for partying and all kinds of misbehavior.

There was a two part process to occupying a vacation home. For good reason. Smashed windows, holes punched in walls, furniture thrown over balconies. Toby's favorite was when they found a full sized upholstered sofa at the bottom of a swimming pool. Alcohol had a funny way of distorting a young person's judgment.

The first part, registration, was simply picking up keys at the office and signing a long form outlining liabilities and penalties. Prior to occupancy, the names of everyone staying at the house, even small children, had to be listed on the reservation. Verification involved a visit to the property by a Sav-Hil employee to confirm who was actually there and collect ID information. Regardless of who pointed the finger at whom, if and when damage occurred to a property, blame and costs could be assigned.

Tapping away on the keyboard with her left hand while she stared at the computer monitor, Karla grabbed a clip board with her right hand and shoved it at Toby.

"Here ya go. Have a nice time," she said with more than a hint of sarcasm.

Taking the steps two at a time, Toby ran down the stairway on the side of the building to the ground level. He was in no particular hurry but sometimes a guy just needed to run.

Pulling onto US 80, he glanced back at the two-story clapboard building, home to Sav-Hil's Tybee Island office. The majority of Sav-Hil's properties were in Savannah and on nearby Hilton Head Island. At those locations, the company had splendidly luxurious offices in handsome buildings. Not so, on Tybee Island. Their office resembled more of an outpost. A couple of desks and file cabinets, computers, faded pictures of properties no longer offered for rent, and a weathered wooden sign on a post next to the street.

Rounding the curve in the road, Toby drove along Butler Avenue, Tybee's main drag. The business district, if you could call it that, resembled similar strips like many other coastal areas along the Eastern seaboard. Aging motels, a plentiful number of t-shirt shops, gift shops, and seafood restaurants. When you walked along the street near the center of town, the unmistakable smell of booze and beer wafted out from the open doors of several local joints.

Just past Nickie's 1971 and Benny's Tybee Tavern, Toby took a slight right onto Inlet Avenue. One short block further, broken concrete becoming crumbling asphalt, and he pulled up in front of 112. Sav-Hil staff referred to their properties simply by number rather than by the full address. Hence, "112" meant "112 Inlet Avenue."

By all standards, this was one of their more modest rentals. Two bedrooms, two baths, in decent condition, no swimming pool, but good access to the beach. Like most of the houses on the island, this one was built on stilts. Periodically, high seas from storms washed across the entire island. As a result, living quarters usually started on the second level, a long flight of stairs from the ground. A Nissan Sentra sat in the sandy driveway, Florida plates. Probably a rental.

Standing on the front porch, Toby rapped on the door. It was only then that he glanced down at the clip board. Three names. Carey Sterling on the first line. Second line: Campbell...his eyes widened. Just then, the door bumped open.

It was him.

"Uh...!" A sharp intake of breath as Toby stepped back in surprise.

"Well, lookee here!" Bell said, a humorous smile on his face.

Campbell Maine. Still looking gorgeous, pretty much the same as the last time Toby saw him. Slightly built and fine boned. Slender, about 5'8." Olive toned skin; perpetual soft tan. Medium brown hair, natural highlights, straight and parted down the middle. Long, it fell just past his shoulders. Almond shaped brown eyes, long nose, high cheek bones, thin lips, and full eye brows.

His shirt unbuttoned revealing his velvety smooth chest and stomach, brown nipples, a soft indentation in the middle of his chest. Christ! Didn't he know how to button a shirt?

Toby could hardly feel his face. His chest muscles tightened, lips suddenly dry.

"Ahem," he tried to clear his throat. "I'm supposed to get ID's for everyone who is staying here."

With a sweeping motion and a slight bow at the waist like a maitre d, Bell welcomed him into the house. Walking to the dining room table, Toby set the clipboard down and pulled the pen out of the clip.

"Ok." Trying to concentrate on business. Three names. "Who is Carey Sterling?"

Standing next to Toby, a little too close, Bell turned his head. "Carey!"

A guy came out of one of the bedrooms. Skinny. Maybe 5'10." Sandy colored hair, neatly cut, slightly over his ears. Fine features, narrow square jaw. A slightly detached look in his brown eyes. Wicked cute. Of course, Toby thought to himself with more than a hint of disdain.

Walking over to Toby with a slight limp, "What do ya need?"

"Drivers license will do."

Toby copied the number down next to his name. A quick look told him Carey was 21 years old.

"Campbell?"

Bell held his drivers license out to Toby. When he took hold of it, Bell kept his grip on it. Toby pulled harder. Bell held firm. Their eyes locked. With a sharp tug, Toby pulled it away with a disgusted grimace. Bell smirked. Toby looked at the license. Yep. Still 18 years old. He'd be turning 19 in a few weeks.

As he finished copying the numbers down, Toby looked up. He hadn't noticed the girl walk into the room. Tall, leggy. Booty shorts that barely covered the bottom of her ass. T-shirt short enough to reveal part of her tummy. Apparently flat chested. Under age? Long dark hair, triangular face, pale blue eyes.

This was gonna be a problem, Toby thought, as he looked at the clipboard. The third name on the list was a guy's name. An unregistered occupant in a vacation home caused all kinds of complications. The other problem was that this undoubtedly meant Bell was switch hitting. That thought hit with a thud. But, why should he be surprised or even disappointed? When they were last together, Bell had refused to identify with any kind of label like, "gay."

Well, he'd have to address the presence of the chick in a minute.

In the meantime, "Where's Micah Jones?" Toby asked as he read the third name off of the verification form.

"That's me," she said turning to him. Wait a minute! That was a guy's voice! Toby blinked hard. Fuck me, he thought. She was a he! Toby's face felt hot.

"You ok?" Bell asked.

Clearing his throat, "Ya fine. Fine!"

Bell chuckled. "Micah has that effect on people."

Micah grabbed his drivers license out of a bag on the kitchen counter, brought it over, and handed it to him. At that moment, Toby realized his mouth had been hanging open. Micah didn't act overtly feminine. Ok, he was obviously a guy. Toby realized that now. But, there was something oblique in his movements and the way he spoke. He carried with him an intoxicating vibe of boy and girl that was incredibly erotic.

Quickly copying his drivers license number down Toby took note of Micah's birth date. 21 years old. Toby excused himself and walked to the door.

Following him, Bell said, "Hey! We're gonna be here for a few days. Let's hang out."

"Ya," Toby mumbled. He ran down the steps, jumped in the car and fled.

He pulled out of the driveway, drove a block and slammed on the brakes. He banged his head into the steering wheel three times. Hard. This couldn't be happening, he thought. Not like this.

Just then, the car behind him honked. Looking in the rear view mirror, he drove on.

***

That night Toby lay naked in bed, his cock painfully hard, a small pool of cum at the tip. Memories from last summer came rushing back. It was, in a sense, ironic that he should feel this way after seeing Bell today. Truthfully, it wouldn't have mattered anyway. He relived those fleeting moments with Bell almost every night, just like now. The fact that he had actually been in his presence this very day made him shudder.

Turning over onto his side, he opened the nightstand next to his bed. Reaching far to the back, he pulled the rubber dildo out. He'd found it on a web site called thesmittenkitten. After perusing an amazing assortment of dildos and vibrators he found the one that most closely approximately Bell's cock. Large. 7 inches to the base. Thick. Perfectly extruded head. Same curve.

After lubing himself up and gripping the dildo to make it slippery, he brought his knees up into his chest. Rubbing it along the crack of his ass until it scratched against his asshole, he held it there for a moment. Toby imagined Bell's serious, almost vacant eyes, looking at him. Softly groaning, he pushed the dildo steadily in.

Outside of the initial jolt of pain, he felt nothing but the glorious pressure of having it inside him. He'd done it enough so that his anal canal and rectum were more than willing to accept the dildo now. Pushing and pulling. in and out, Toby initially lost his erection. After a couple of minutes, it came back stronger than ever. A memory washed over him. Bell's tongue deep inside his mouth. That first kiss. He went over the edge, the cum pulsing onto his stomach.

***

Oncoming traffic was barely visible, even with headlights on.

Saturday morning. The island was fully enveloped in a thick marine layer. It was going to be hot and sunny later. In the meantime, gray and cool.

Toby pulled into the parking lot for his scheduled half day of work. Saturday morning was crazy time. Even though the clock was just hitting 8:00 am, renters stood in small groups outside San-Hil's office waiting for them to open up.

Winding his way through the crowd, he hopped up the steps and knocked on the door. Karla unlocked it and let him in, a fresh morning glare on her face.

"Let's get going," she breathed. He turned his head, but too late. The noxious odor of her boozing from the night before hit him smack in the face.

Several folders were laid out on the counter. Jessica, her assistant, busied herself stapling forms together.

Handing him a folder, "We'll do regs and verifies together. Get these people settled and get right back here," she said firmly.

"Got it." Toby took the folder, left the office, and trotted down the steps. "Turner!" he yelled.

"That's us!" A couple of people in a family of six responded in unison.

Toby quickly arranged for them to caravan with him over to their vacation rental.

1715 was one of their larger and newer properties. Able to sleep 12, the house had it all. Multiple decks, heated pool, large bedrooms, and a gigantic great room/kitchen. Toby quickly checked the place out while the family hauled their bags into the house. Stepping out onto one of the decks for a moment, he took a long breath in, smelling the morning sea air. He could literally hear the fog rush by. It made a whooshing sound as it deposited small droplets of water onto the deck railing and furniture.

Returning inside to the kitchen, he opened the folder on the marble covered island and flagged down Mr. Turner. After a quick run through of the boring details, he had him sign the form. Next, was verification. The man marshaled everyone together and, one by one, sent them forward so Toby could collect ID.

After Mrs. Turner handed over her drivers license, she turned to her daughter.

In a bright voice, "And this is Cecilia," she said pushing her teen daughter forward. Toby looked up. Standing before him was an incredibly cute girl. Even before he took her ID, Toby was sure she was pretty close to his age. Flowing brown hair, brilliantly green eyes, a field of freckles across the bridge of her pert nose. Cute figure. Toby tried to play it cool.

Cecilia's mom immediately went into pimp mode. "What's your name, young man?"

"Toby."

"Toby! How cute!" Mrs. Turner gushed. "Isn't that a cute name, honey?"

"Mmmhmm," Cecilia murmured. She smiled, involuntarily batting her eyelashes.

When he took her ID, Toby confirmed that she was indeed his age. In fact, they were only 2 months apart. Ok, you're cute. We both know that, he thought.

Quickly finishing the paperwork, Toby extracted himself as quickly as possible. He could see the invitation to the inevitable pool party or barbecue forming on Mrs. Turner's lips as he left the house.

Jumping back into his car and driving off, Toby had mixed feelings. Well, more than mixed feelings. Just mixed up. Totally.

He wasn't ambivalent about his sexuality like Bell was. It was more like he was confused. Ya, there had been some girls. He'd just come out of a relationship with a girl, as a matter of fact.

By any measure, Magnolia Donahue was a 9, maybe a 10. Long flowing bright red hair, freckles, and blue eyes. Petite, slender, a figure that was guaranteed to get most guys going. Fun personality and smart. And on the hunt for a guy.

Mags was a suck face artist extraordinaire. Kissing her was a treat. And, she had a few tricks, too. One of them was blowing into Toby's mouth. It was hard to describe the feeling but it was pretty damn hot.

They never had actual sex but Magnolia was willing to do almost everything else. One time, when they were alone together at her house, Toby got her top off and sucked on her tits. Amazingly, she ripped his shirt off and sucked on his nipples, too. He was always embarrassed at how pink they were but she loved them. First licking around them and then lightly biting them, she nearly drove him nuts.

Going one step further, Magnolia was also the first and only girl he'd ever fingered. He was fascinated by her pubic hair because it was just as red as the hair on her head. Her snatch felt warm and wet although he was mildly turned off by the smell. He never failed to get her off the couple of times they went that far.

Magnolia returned the favor, too. Pulling his cock out of his pants, she was apparently a jerk off expert, too. When she leaned over and appeared ready to suck him off, Toby pulled back. He didn't even know why.

"Is everything ok?" she asked with a perplexed look on her face.

"Ya, ya...no worries." He placed her hand back on his cock.

When the relationship was over, he let her down easy. Toby knew she'd been cheating on him, but he really didn't care all that much. When he confronted her, he tried not to make her feel too bad. Afterwards, he was relieved.

Heading back to the office, Campbell's face flashed into his mind. Then it was Cecilia. Oh, man! He could feel a headache coming on.

***

Karla had expertly organized the initial chaos into a soft hum of normal activity.

When Toby looked at the counter now, most of the registration folders had been replaced by maintenance orders.

"Here." Karla thrust a maintenance slip at him. "Garbage disposal."

"Why can't Lloyd do it?" Toby protested. Lloyd was in charge of maintenance.

Rolling her eyes, "Because he's over at 642. Water heater. He'll be there all morning."

Toby grimaced in resignation. Looking down at the slip, it read: Garbage Disposal plugged. Address: 112 Inlet. "Oh, shit!"

"What's the matter?" Karla asked. She gave him a sidelong glance.

"Nothing. Nothing." He shook his head and headed out the door.

Speaking of nothing, Bell answered the door wearing nothing but a towel. Of course! Toby thought sardonically.

Dirty water stood a couple of inches deep in the disposal well of the kitchen sink.

"What'd you put down there?"

Bell just shrugged. "Food?" He responded in a questioning tone.

Toby smirked. He looked under the sink and dragged out a plunger. Next, he grabbed a drain plug for the other sink well.

"Push down on that plug," Toby directed. Bell complied. A couple of strong plunges, some hot water, and in less than a minute the disposal was running clear. Toby rinsed the plunger, dried it with a paper towel, and returned it to its place under the sink.

Sitting down at the dining room table to fill out the maintenance report, Toby was acutely aware that Bell was standing close to him. Too close.

When he looked up, Bell was staring down into Toby's eyes with a serious look on his face. Slowly, he pulled the towel open and let it fall to his feet. That magnificent cock, already half hard, sprung out and headed north. Toby involuntarily groaned.

It truly was extraordinary. And, attached to that smooth stomach and hips, thighs covered in a fine hair, it looked even more amazing. Bell had allowed a small patch of pubic hair to bloom above his cock. His balls, dark and tight, sat neatly below.

Without a word, Toby took it into his hand. That round pink head, the hole almost like an eye, winked at him as a small drop of pre-cum filled it. Reaching forward to first look at it closely, Toby considered it for a moment, before winding his lips around it and sucking it down as far as it would go.

A bit too far as it turned out. He gagged and coughed once. Bell chuckled lustily. Back he went for more. Toby grabbed first onto Bell's hips as he thrust them forward. Needing more of him, Toby moved his hands around and put them on Bell's butt cheeks, pulling him in as far as he could. Bell smelled delicious. He must have used some expensive body wash. Armani, maybe?

When Bell orgasmed, Toby's mouth filled with a load of hot and salty cum. As his thrusts slowed, Bell brought his hands up and softly caressed the back of Toby's head. When Bell's cock eventually fell out of his mouth, Toby sat back and wiped his lips with the back of a hand, his eyes meeting Bell's. Toby looked for a sign. Any sign. Typical for Bell, what he got was a nonchalant, somewhat detached stare.

Glancing to the side, Toby realized they'd had an audience the whole time. The place where he was sitting lined up perfectly with the open door to one of the bedrooms. Both Carey and Micah were in bed, Carey on his stomach, apparently asleep. Micah, however, had seen everything. He was sitting up in bed, bare chested, with his back against the headboard. A smile was on his face. Toby's mouth dropped open. Micah gave him a small wave. He giggled lightly.

"I havta..." Toby started to say as he attempted to stand. Bell grabbed him before he fell back onto the chair, pulling him to his feet. They looked deeply into each other's eyes.

Taking his hand and lightly brushing the hair off of Toby's forehead Bell whispered, "You're still such a sweet boy." Toby thought he might melt then and there.