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Knowing he was being pursued by his new prey, Drew turned and casually strolled towards the nearby bathroom. He glanced just once over his shoulder to make sure he was being followed.

Drew stopped near the bathroom door and turned, leaning back against the wall. He finally noticed that tall hunky man hadn't come alone. He and his friend -a shorter but similarly fit shark sporting a mullet- both approached him. They each looked friendly and excited, the way eager young men do.

Drew puffed his chest out and fidgeted with the popsicle stick in his teeth with one hand, letting the other rest on his tummy.
“Hey boys.”

The taller gentleman strode over, quickly closing the gap. He leaned towards Drew, his chiseled face hovering over his, and rested his forearm on the wall.
“Hey, yourself. I'm Brock. What's your name?”

Drew paused, considering the names he preferred when being discreet.
“....Vanessa.”

Brock smirked.
“You looking for some company today, Vanessa?”

Drew chuckled, eyes darting between him and his mullet-haired friend.
“Heheh. I might be.”

Brock leaned in close.
“You want to take this to a hotel?”

Drew got a good whiff of his breath. It was actually nice. He must have just had a mint while Drew wasn't looking. Smooth. The rest of him didn't smell bad, either.

Drew resisted the urge to smile even wider at the man. It wouldn't do to make himself look too easy. He was a slut, but he had his pride. Besides, he never gave anyone something for nothing. Except Mistress. It went against his programming. Er, against his principles.

Then again, he wasn't supposed to be working today. What to do…?

Just then, he had it. Drew hemmed and glanced down the beach, towards the hot dog stand.
“Hmm…Well… I'm actually kind of hungry.”

Following his gaze, Brock glanced down the beach, then smiled back at him.
“Sure. What do you want?”
“Two with everything, and a coke?”
“You got it.”

Brock took out his wallet and quickly pressed a fifty dollar bill against his friend's chest, without looking at him.
“Go get her what she wants. And get us some, too.”

The friend frowned, reluctantly taking the bill.
“Wha?? Why am I doing it?”

Brock turned to him, with a look of determination in his eyes.
“Robert. I need you to do this. Do not screw this up.”

Robert's eyes widened, as if he was just now realizing what was at stake.
“O-oh!”

Robert looked over at Drew, his face suddenly looking more red than before.
“You, uh, you said two with everything?”

Drew winked at him, “And a coke.”

“Okay!” Robert blurted out.

Money in hand, Robert immediately scrambled to the hot dog stand.
Brock watched him leave and sighed, glancing back to Drew with a smile.
“He's young and innocent. He'll learn.”

Drew laughed, a lot harder than he meant to. He liked Brock more than he expected.

Brock leaned back in, until his face nearly touched Drew's.
“So, Vanessa. Where were we?”

Drew fluttered his eyelashes.
“Oh, were we somewhere?”
Brock chuckled, his face hovering close.

Drew slipped off his sunglasses, getting a clearer look at Brock. The afternoon sun glistened off his broad shoulders. He imagined how firmly those arms could squeeze his legs as the man pounded his pussy.

Lord, his pussy was just aching to be filled. His manhood was throbbing hard inside his bathing suit as well, but the magic fabric kept it from standing out too much.

Speaking of erections, Drew could see Brock's straining against his trunks. My my, he had a big one down there. Maybe this day wouldn't be such a waste, after all. And above that, he was sporting some very tight abs. It took a little effort not to drool at such a handsome display.

Brock grinned, noticing his new companion was staring.
“Girl, my eyes are up here.”

Drew laughed, blushing a little and dropping the popsicle stick from his mouth.

Brock leaned in, gently kissing him. Drew tilted his head back, letting Brock take the lead a little and sliding his tongue into the young man's mouth.

Their eyes closed as their tongues played together for a little bit. Drew eventually raised an eyelid just in time to spot Brock's left hand moving in towards his right breast.

Since he hadn't yet gotten his “payment”, Drew caught Brock's hand in his. His dainty fingers slid in between Brock's, and he gently held his hand at bay.
“Ah ah…,” Drew said, as a tiny thread of their saliva remained between their lips, “...not yet.”

His gaze shifted back towards Brock's friend, who was quickly making his way back with the food.

Brock followed their gaze.
“Ah shit, that was quick.”

“Don't worry,” Drew winked at him, “I'm not going anywhere.”

To Be Continued.

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