Invitation to a Beach, Epilogue.

Chapter 12.

We hung out at the party for quite a while. We toasted Richie and Angel’s anniversary several times, ate, drank and generally acted like we were at any cocktail party, except for the fact that nobody was wearing any clothes. I guess most of the guys were a bit sexed out after the cluster fuck, because I didn’t see any stiff dicks until Luke started getting a hand job from Sandra. Good old Luke.

Mostly we stood near the grill, which was glowing with a lovely heat that warmed my cool skin. I’d stood next to a lot of campfires to keep warm, but never experienced how nice it was to feel the heat on my entire naked body.

We left for home at about eight, when the mosquitoes came out. Max and I packed up the car and headed back to school. I must have fallen asl**p because I don’t remember much of the trip.

In the parking lot of my building, Max said, “Can I help you carry your stuff?” Now, coming from any other guy, I’d have thought he was trying to get an invitation for a hook up. But considering what we’d both spent the day doing, it sounded genuinely sincere.

“Sure,” I said. “That’d be great.”

Max lugged the heavy cooler to my apartment. When we got to my apartment door, he put it down on the floor. “Shoulda dumped out that ice, I guess,” Max said.

“Wanna come in and rest for a minute?’ I asked.

“No thanks,” Max said. “I should go.”

I reached out and put my hand between his legs, where that marvelous cock lived. “Well then, do you want to come in and fuck for a couple of hours?” I asked with a naughty smile.

Max returned my smile. “Sure,” he said. “Why not.”

The End

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