Spring Break

The moment passed. "You working all day?"

"No. I..."

"Come with us to the beach."

"Ya!" Micah yelled from the bedroom.

Toby felt like he was blushing to his toes. "Ok." He said in a small voice.

Bell walked him to the door, still naked.

Just before opening it he said, "Come by at one."

"Ok," Toby responded meekly.

He stepped out. Bell closed the door.

Bright sunshine. The marine layer had evaporated just like that. It was, indeed, going to be a hot sunny day.

***

Not that one. Not that one. Not that one. Toby quickly flipped through the size S swimsuits on the sale rack at Waves Surf Shop. No way was he going to be embarrassed again like the first time he hooked up with Bell. That old weathered Tybee YMCA swimsuit was history anyway.

The last one in his size on the rack was the best one. Ocean blue with some kind of wave print. On the way to pay for it, he also grabbed a new t-shirt. White, emblazoned with "Tybee" in a rainbow print.

After a quick shower, Toby applied a layer of SPF-50 sunblock over his pale skin. He was going to rub it on his privates too, just in case. The thought of it gave him an immediate erection. No. Not gonna do that. Not in public. Even still, his erection refused to go away. A half humorous vision played itself out in his head where he asked the sales clerk at Waves to show him swimsuits capable of hiding a hard-on.

Carey and Micah were just finishing packing a cooler when he arrived at the house. Micah's swimsuit immediately caught Toby's attention. Thong style bottoms left his hips and most of his narrow butt exposed. A halter top, sans bra cups, made him look girly and especially cute. His hair was pulled back into a pony tail. Carey wore conventional boxer style swim trunks and a bright green polo.

Bell looked hot and cute, as usual. A different pair of board shorts from the last ones Toby had seen him in. A skin tight sleeveless tank on top. Wrap around sunglasses.

Carey and Micah walked ahead, each holding a handle of the cooler as they swung it between them. Bell and Toby followed behind, each carrying an umbrella. During the short walk to the beach, Bell held Toby's hand until a group approached them walking in the opposite direction. Just like the last time they held hands, Toby shook his hand free. PDA's like this, especially with another guy, made him feel creepy.

Taking a boardwalk over the inlet, they followed it until it met the sand. Even though spring break was now officially in progress, the massive beach still appeared to be almost empty. People were widely spaced out. They found a good spot in front of the dunes and set up. Umbrellas provided some nice shade.

Micah pulled a frisbee out of a bag and grabbed Carey. They moved up the beach casually tossing it back and forth. Bell and Toby pulled their shirts off and flopped down on the towels they had laid out. It was then that Toby noticed the leg Carey had been favoring.

"His leg looks like it's been through a meat grinder," Toby said. Carey's left leg, from his ankle to his knee, was scarred and mottled in various shades of red and pink.

"Ya. He was in a car accident."

"What happened?"

"They were t-boned by a semi."

"Oh man! It must have been pretty bad."

Bell smirked. "Ya. I'd say so. Three people were killed."

"Shit! Really?"

"He's been pretty torn up about it. Micah and I are...well...we're just trying to help."

"How do you know him?"

"He, ah, used to go out with my sister."

Toby's eyes widened. "Is he the guy who...?"

Bell smirked again as he pulled a narrow stick out of the sand. "Ya. I slept with him when he was dating my sister."

Toby looked at Carey. It was hard to imagine. Carey seemed so...thin and frail. Harper, Bell's sister who he'd met last summer, was tall, strong looking, and big boned.

Bell used a narrow stick to dig absentmindedly in the sand between their two towels. Taking off his sunglasses, he looked intently into Toby's eyes. Toby looked away, partly out of shyness, partly because he was afraid of his own feelings. His heart was suddenly beating wildly in his chest.

Bell reached over, put his hand behind Toby's head, and pulled their faces together. They looked at each other for only a moment before their lips and mouths met. Bell moved over, closer to Toby. They crushed their bodies together as they kissed. The sounds of the ocean waves, the birds overhead, everything seemed to recede into the background. Toby faintly heard only groans, murmurs, and lips smacking together.

Reaching down, Bell started to pull on Toby's swimsuit.

"Not here," Toby murmured, continuing to kiss Bell.

Bell's fingers brushed against Toby's erect cock through his suit. Toby instinctively pushed Bell's hand away. Returning to the waist band, Bell yanked it down, baring Toby's hip and part of his crotch.

"Not here!" Toby said more firmly. No way was he going to get naked on a public beach. He pulled away from Bell, looking annoyed and a little hurt.

Bell fell onto his back, letting out an exasperated sigh.

"You're killin' me, Tobes!"

Toby sat up. He watched Carey and Micah as they continued to toss the frisbee back and forth. A man emerged from the dunes and sat down not too far from where Micah was standing. Stocky, thick legs, crew cut. Elbows on his knees, he appeared to watch Micah pretty closely. A kind of banter began between the two of them. Toby couldn't hear what they were talking about but, in between throws, Micah appeared to be responding to what the man was saying.

After a few more minutes, Carey came over to the towels, carrying the frisbee.

"God! I'm hot all of a sudden!" He said, as he pulled his shirt off.

"C'mon!" Bell grabbed Toby's hand, pulling him to his feet. Beckoning to Carey, he led all three of them in a sprint to the water.

The water was freezing! They yelped and screamed when they hit the water. A minute or so was all they could take. Gasping and laughing, they ran for the towels.

"Not so hot now?" Bell laughed as he tried to catch his breath.

"Fuck!" Carey gasped.

All three fell back down to the towels. Bell brought out cans of soda and a couple of bags of chips. No one spoke for a few minutes. They quenched thirst and hunger.

"Where's Micah?" Carey asked sitting up, suddenly concerned.

Toby glanced over to where Micah and Carey had been tossing the frisbee. Micah was nowhere in sight. The man he had been talking to was gone, too.

"He'll be back," Bell said, a knowing look in his eyes.

The three of them continued snacking and slurping, each one glancing up to look for Micah every few seconds.

A couple of minutes later, Micah appeared from behind the dunes. He held his halter top in his hand. Topless, he strolled over, his thong bikini bottom slightly askew. A half swollen dick was clearly visible underneath the thin fabric. His hair, no longer pulled back, hung down around his flushed pink face. When he reached the towels and umbrellas, he dropped to his knees, with a gasp.

Toby stared at Micah. In this state, he was positively alluring. Narrow chest, light pink nipples, lips apart, small hips, cute belly button.

"So, how did that go?" Bell asked with a chuckle.

"Are you ok?" Carey asked, concerned.

Nodding at Carey and turning to Bell with a dull look in his eyes, "It went." With that, he collapsed onto his back.

No one said anything for several minutes. Once in awhile, Toby glanced over to see if the man had reappeared. Nope.

In the meantime, Bell continued to use the stick to dig a small trench. Toby watched him. Getting out some frustration, he wondered? Stopping after a bit, Bell reached down and scraped away at an object buried in the sand. Using his finger, he dug around and, with a bit of pressure, pulled a small rock out of the hole. It was unique. Almost perfectly white, perfectly round, and completely unblemished. About 2 inches in diameter.

Without a word, he tossed it on top of Toby's towel.

Micah's eyes were closed. Carey and Toby now watched Bell as he continued excavating. Not 5 minutes later, he struck another object. After some more digging around, he unearthed another rock. Incredibly, it was almost an exact duplicate of the first one.

Bell tossed the second rock up on Toby's towel. They clinked together.

"Look. A perfect pair," Bell said. His eyes met Toby's.

***

The only bad part of going to the beach was the walk back. Hot, tired, dragging. When they got back to the house, all of their stuff got thrown on the floor. Bell offered Toby a shower which he gladly accepted. Two bathrooms: Carey and Toby showered first.

When he finished, Toby wrapped a towel around his waist. Walking through the kitchen, he found that someone had left a six pack of cold beer out on the counter next to the two rocks. Taking one, he sauntered out to the second floor deck and fell onto a chaise lounge, flat on his tummy. In less than a minute, he felt himself falling into dreamland.

He heard a soft noise and a cough. Opening his eyes for a moment, he watched as Carey laid down on a nearby chaise lounge. Just like Toby, he only wore a towel around his waist. Toby took a swig of beer and closed his eyes again.

Awhile later, he felt a depression next to him. Opening his eyes yet again, he saw a freshly showered Bell sitting with his hip touching the side of Carey's leg. Bare chested, he wore a pair of fleece shorts on the bottom half of his body. Wet hair, slightly tousled, but then again, neat. How the hell was he able to do that with no effort? Toby closed his eyes.

Bell softly massaged Toby's back as he murmured with pleasure. It felt like Bell was drawing little pictures on his back. After a short time, his hands fell to Toby's butt as he continued his soft massage. Lightly grabby Toby's hips, he lifted them slightly and pulled the top half of the towel off, letting it fall to the floor. Toby's painfully white butt was fully exposed.

Bell knew what he was doing. Cupping one cheek, then the other. Then both. He separated them, exposing Toby's asshole, leaning down to give it a close inspection. Toby could hear Bell inhaling his scent. He hoped to God he didn't smell too bad back there. Letting his butt cheeks fall back together, Bell slowly swept his hands to the sides of Toby's hips. His fingers lightly tickled Toby's sides from his armpits down past his hips to his upper legs. Toby couldn't help but groan. Beneath him, his cock throbbed against the other half of the towel and the chaise lounge.

Toby felt Bell scoot down to the end of the chaise lounge. His hands pulled Toby's legs apart. Toby's respiration quickened. Oh! Here it comes! No! Not here! But, he didn't move. Turning his head to the side and opening his eyes, he looked across to see Carey slowly pulling on his own stiff cock. He'd also unwrapped his towel and was now naked, watching. Toby couldn't believe how beautiful this guy was. What struck him first was that his nipples were almost as pink as his. He had a bit more definition to his smooth chest. His hips, although narrow, curved down to his small waist. His cock: hard, pink.

Toby braced himself for Bell's cock to enter him. Instead, Bell use his hands to push his legs apart even farther and spread his cheeks. In one motion, he plunged his tongue deep into Toby's ass. He gasped. A warm feeling flooded his entire body. Bell's wet tongue swirled inside him. He held Toby's hips to keep him from wiggling away. When Bell cupped his lips and sucked on his hole, Toby orgasmed, shuddering and gasping.

Toby tried to turn over but Bell kept his back pushed down with one hand, pulling his shorts off with the other. In a quick move, he got on top of Toby. Thrusting his cock against Toby's butt crack, he slid it back and forth. His head actually hit Toby's asshole a couple of times. In a short time, cum poured out all over Toby's back and ran down his sides.

As they both tried to catch their breaths, Bell stumbled off of Toby and sat next to him again. He grabbed the end of the towel and began to carefully wipe the spunk off of Toby's back and butt. When Toby turned his head and opened his eyes, he saw that Carey had also orgasmed. His cock was quickly returning to normal size as he wiped himself off.

Toby laid his head on his hands. He thought he could stay this way forever.

After Bell wiped him off, he placed a flat hand on one of Toby's white butt cheeks and then the other.

With a quirky little smile he said, "Now THAT is a perfect pair."

There was silence for a moment. Toby looked at Carey. He was smiling but his eyes were filling with tears. He chuckled once. Then he laughed a little more. Then, it was fully hysterical laughter. Bell burst out in laughter himself. Toby had never heard him laugh outright. But, here he was, laughing his ass off, too. Toby, a bit embarrassed but, even still, started giggling.

Hearing the commotion, Micah came onto the deck. He wore only a pair of white bikini panties.

"What's going on?" He asked with a smile. The laughter was contagious. He joined in.

They laughed until they cried. For a long time. Weak and hoarse, Bell got up, pulled Carey to his feet, and hugged him hard and long. It was as if someone had pricked a pin into the balloon of sadness, despair, and anxiety, and blown it to smithereens.

Later, as it was getting dark and Toby was leaving, Carey came up to him, put his arms around him, and kissed him lovingly on the cheek.

"You are a beautiful person," Carey said. And with a silly smile, he said, "And you have a perfect pair."

***

The best week of his life.

There was no other way to describe it, Toby thought.

When he wasn't going to school or working his part-time job, he hung out with the guys at 112.

His parents even let him stay over one night. A week night, which was a pretty big deal.

"You better make it to school in the morning," his father had warned.

"I will, I will! I promise!"

He let Bell fuck him twice. Maybe "let" wasn't the right word. He wanted it so bad, he could hardly stand it. The first time, Toby was on his knees, head held down by Bell's hand on his neck. Toby somehow loved the mild choking sensation. Rough, but not too rough. The second time, on his back, legs thrown up, hips elevated by a pillow to make it easier for Bell to enter.

Bell did it covered. It made Toby think. Was he just being careful or was it because he cared that much about him?

He finally screwed up enough courage to have "the talk."

"Why didn't you ever respond to my messages?"

"Oh ya," Bell answered with an awkward chuckle. "We were on the plane and... Well, when we got back home, I had some issues to deal with."

"Someone else?"

"Ya. Amongst other things."

Toby looked down, kind of sad. His forlorn look prompted Bell to put his arm around Toby's shoulder and press his lips against his temple. He held him like that for several seconds.

"You are just the cutest thing," he murmured.

Toby blushed.

The laugh attack seemed to have transformed Carey. His eyes twinkled, he joked around, and led the group wherever they went.

In the back of his mind, Toby kind of knew it was coming. When he got to work after school on Thursday, Karla thrust an envelope at him.

"Here. Some chickie-poo dropped this off for you."

It was from Cecilia. In her loopy girlish handwriting, she invited him for a swim and barbecue that night.

He had mixed feelings about going but, in the end, he went. He had a great time. The Turners were really nice. He and CeeCee, as her family called her, chatted up a storm as they paddled around the pool. He could barely get a word in edgewise but he genuinely enjoyed her banter. She was smart and had a wicked sense of humor.

The food was great. He ate so much he thought he was going to burst.

They were obviously a family of means based on their chatter. Before he left, he was invited to their summer home on Montauk Island, wherever that was.

When he finally got out of there, around 8 pm, he ran over to 112. As soon as he arrived, it was obvious the boys were going out for a night on the town. Apparently, Bell had a fake ID's for Carey and himself so they could get into the bars downtown. Obviously, Toby was going to be left out. Not only did he look way too young to drink, he was a Bee. That was the nickname assigned to native islanders. Everyone knew who he was and they would know he was underage.

Carey and Bell had stepped it up in the way they were dressed. Still casual, but wearing nice shirts and baggy shorts.

Micah had taken his androgynous persona to a new level. He'd done something to his hair. Toby couldn't quite figure out what it was but he'd combed it differently and pinned part of it to the side. He also wore eye-liner and a soft pink eye shadow. Lipstick, too, although it was subtle. Toby tried not to stare but he could almost see Micah's tiny nipples through his translucent sleeveless shirt. Cigarette leg jeans. On his feet, red sparkly shoes with heels, like Dorothy's ruby red slippers.

Without thinking, Toby blurted out, "You are fucking hot!" Everybody laughed.

When they trotted out the door, Toby followed them.

Before they parted, Bell put his arms around him, looked him in the eyes, and said, "Be good."

Somehow, Toby thought this might be it. They were leaving tomorrow.

After classes the next day, Friday, he drove directly over to 112 before he even reported for work. The Sentra was gone. In its place was the van belonging to the cleaning crew.

The inside of the house was a hub of activity. Sheets and towels were piled in the middle of the great room floor, a vacuum whirred in one of the bedrooms, and one of the maids was throwing flatware into the dishwasher.

Toby quickly pulled his phone out. Using his thumbs, he tapped:

"Where r u?" This felt so much like last time.

"Airport."

What should he say? What could he say without sounding like a complete loser? Before he could tap a response:

"I'll be in touch."

"U mean it?"

"Ya. Promise."

Tears welled up into his eyes. "I luv u."

There was a pause. Toby's heart ached. His total being felt deflated. Then:

"I luv u 2."

Toby sniffled and wiped his eyes. When he looked down at the counter, he saw it.

One white rock. Half of a perfect pair.

The End