I'm sitting on the couch in my cousin's beach house. It's the end of the football season and while no one else was keen for a team trip to the beach, my mate Jack had decided that shouldn't stop the two of us from getting a bit of sun. We'd arrived the night before and after a couple of beers we'd retired to our separate rooms to sleep after a full day's travel.
We'd taken it pretty easy this morning, eating a breakfast of last night's cold pizza and laying around the house. But half an hour ago, Jack had stood up suddenly, proclaiming that he didn't come on this trip to watch shitty weekend TV and walked off to the bathroom to prepare for a day at the beach.
While he was in the bathroom my mind had wandered onto the visions the beach would allow me. It was stinking hot outside, bright sun shining down. That was sure to bring a few hotties down to the beach. I was thankful for the resurgence in popularity of the budgy smuggler, speedo style swimwear and I'd heard there was another local football team who'd trekked down to this particular stretch of coast for the week.
My mind wandered further to my buddy. We'd been friends for years. A complete stud, the epitome of football player god. Big muscular body, long tanned legs, a wicked smile and sparkling eyes. Not to mention a decent piece hanging between his legs that I might've noticed out of the corner of my eye in a post-game shower or two.
As my mind drifted I barely noticed the door opening and Jack's footsteps coming into the lounge room.
"So are we going swimming or not?" Jack asked as he came into the room, wearing only a pair of novelty snorkelling goggles and holding an inflatable pool ducky.
I was used to Jack's brazen nature but I certainly didn't expect to be presented with this in only our first day of the trip. Sure we'd showered together over the last three years of playing football together but never had Jack put his cock on display so fully and willingly. My first reaction was a combination of awe and admiration.
Realising I was probably staring I snapped myself out of it and reverted to the reaction I assumed Jack was after. I laughed and threw my empty beer can at my buddy, who still held his pose in the doorway.
"What's so funny?" Jack asked, acting innocent. "Did I forget something?"
"Um, yeh just a couple things," did his dick seem thicker than usual? I nodded towards his package. "Won't that slow you down in the water?"
"Nah man," Jack laughed his response. "You should've seen how hard I was before, that would make some drag."
I stood up from the couch, barely concealing the throb in my pants that now demanded some attention, "Get a fair sized anchor in there did you?"
"Mate, so big," he gave his undercarriage a manly scratch. "But you wanted to go so I'll save it for later."
"Well, we don't need to go right now," I took a brave step forward. I was about to make a gamble that could cost me my longest friendship. I adjusted my package, a clue to Jack that I also had something that needed dealing with, but a move easily disguised if it didn't garner the response I wanted.
