Logan awoke with a start at the sound of seagulls flying overhead and it took him a couple minutes to remember where he was. Eventually, the memories came flooding back into his brain as he stretched out in the sand.
He had come to Cape Cod for a few days with his college roommate Aidan. They were hanging out in P-town, or Provincetown for those unfamiliar -- to take in the atmosphere of the largely gay haven while celebrating the Fourth of July holiday.
Last night, they had come to the dunes at the northern most tip of the Cape with a high school friend of Aidan's named Kevin and his partner, Steven, where they skinny dipped in the cold water of the Atlantic. After that, blowjobs were received by all until everyone had spewed a hot load.
The last thing Logan remembered was laying back in the warm, comfortable sand drifting off to sleep while holding Aidan's hand.
Now, it was morning. Early morning as the sun rose over the eastern horizon casting everything in a hazy gray hue and bringing a definite chill to the air.
Logan was still naked, his clothes off to the side where he had discarded them the previous night. Next to him was Aidan, also completely nude and sporting a woody as he slept peacefully.
Logan reached over and shook his friend. "Hey -- Aidan," he whispered. "We need to get up and out of here. It's morning."
Aiden turned his head one way, then the other, but failed to wake up.
Logan got up and stood over his friend. Reaching down, he grabbed Aidan's stiff cock and started jerking it. This caused Aidan to spread his legs wide but he still didn't wake up, although Logan couldn't help but chuckle at his friend's automatic response.
Kneeling down next to his friend's face, Logan slapped his flaccid pecker against his Aidan's cheek as he giggled and this, finally, caused Aidan to open his eyes.
"Rise and shine my lover," Logan said with a smile. "Time to get out of here."
"Wha -- what's going on? What time is it?" Aidan was as disoriented as he sounded, sitting up to rub his eyes while looking all around.
"It's morning, that's all I know. Let's get back to the hotel. I'm starving." Logan began dressing and tossed over Aidan's heap of clothes for him to do the same.
This summer had been one of surprises for the boys and the previous night had merely been the latest unexpected event for them.
It all began just as their summer recess commenced with Logan receiving an unexpected inheritance from a life insurance policy on his deceased mother, giving him $250,000 and a new sense of security and purpose.
Then, maybe a result of his newfound freedom, Logan decided it was finally time to let the last barrier between him and his roommate dissolve -- to have Aidan fuck him in the ass.
Over the course of two years in college the two boys had done pretty much everything two guys could do together, and with others, with only Logan's ass remaining as the last barrier between the two -- and it turned out to be every bit as wonderful as either had imagined.
The next surprise had been this little get-away trip and happening upon Aidan's friend and an adventure in the dunes of the Cape.
The boys were only halfway through summer but were eager to see what the rest of it held in store, especially as they would not be going back to their small, liberal arts college in central Maine. Instead, they were going to spend their junior year of college studying abroad in Denmark.
Arriving back at the Provincetown Inn, a rather upscale facility that neither of the boys expected to stay in and had only gotten a room by pure dumb luck, they changed clothes before partaking in a magnificent breakfast buffet.
Once their stomachs were full the boys went to their room and flopped on the bed, falling immediately back to sleep.
After a couple hours of slumber, Logan awoke to the feel of Aidan rubbing both hands all over his naked body and a penis staring him right in the face. "Let's take a shower together."
This was a luxury they were never afforded at college as it was always too risky to chance it, but it was something they took full advantage of all summer long and this particular morning was no exception.
Once they were wet and lathered up, the boys took turns washing off and giving each other's cock plenty of attention.
Aidan moved behind Logan, pressing his wet body into his friend's backside, then reached around and started pulling on Logan's stiff prick. Once Aidan's hands were completely lathered with soap, he started playing only with Logan's big, rounded tip -- the best part of his roommate's package.
Aidan cupped a hand around Logan's large head and gently rubbed across it -- slowly back and forth -- then ran his thumb around the crease where the shaft met the tip. This always drove Logan wild, especially when Aidan sucked on his friend's neck at the same time, which he was doing now.
Logan's body tensed and his ass squirmed as a result of the friction on his round knob -- a powerful sensation that was part tickle and part exhilaration. He bent his body over a little in reaction to his friend's masterful ministrations as Aidan kept up the tempo and pressure without any let up.
The intensity of what Logan was feeling on his cock was almost indescribable. He had been jerking off for a long time yet had never managed to do to his dick what Aidan was capable of doing with just a little bit of lubrication.
This persistent pressure to the tip of his dick caused Logan to brace himself against the tile in the bathroom -- mouth wide open and eyes squinted with a look of sheer ecstasy across his face. He could barely breathe.
