I stood motionless in the doorway.  Mrs. Collins stared back at me.  Her eyelashes seemed to flutter, and she made a point of tossing her hair.

I tried to gauge how much she’d had to drink.  This can’t be happening, I thought.  She’s Chad’s mom.  She can’t seriously be coming on to me.  Can she?

“You work out, don’t you?” she asked.

I cinched up my bathrobe.  I had to force myself not to answer the question.  “I-I should really go,” I said.  “It’s late.”

“You’re a guest in my house.  You don’t want to be rude, do you?”

“Listen,” I said, “Mrs. Collins, this whole thing about that picture... I don’t want to get in the middle of you guys.  I mean, between you and Chad—”

“Would you rather have your own picture there... maybe one with the two of you?”

I wanted to say yes, but I wasn’t sure where she was going with this.  Even assuming Chad and I were at that stage in our relationship—

“I’m probably saying too much,” she mumbled, and she gave a tipsy nod.  “The boys... they always say I embarrass them.”

I hadn’t expected that response.  I started to wonder if I’d gotten the wrong idea.  “Isn’t that normal for a mom?”

“They’re right, though,” she said.  “I’m a horrible parent.”

“I—no, you can’t be—”

“Look at the evidence,” she said.  “Patrick keeps getting in trouble, and I don’t know what to do with him... and to tell you the truth, I don’t know what to do with Chad either.”

“Chad is fine.”

“Thanks to you.”

I blinked.  “I’m sorry?”

“I still don’t really understand it,” she said, “but I can tell how much better he seems.  He was so depressed after his basketball scholarships didn’t work out, which was around the same time he and Valerie broke up.  I was worried he’d end up like his brother... but last spring, somehow, it seemed like everything changed.”

I frowned.  I couldn’t quite believe what I was hearing.  “What do you mean, everything changed?”

“He was like his old self again... like the boy I’d known when he was a kid.  His grades got better too.  I could tell he was turning over a new leaf; I just didn’t know why... and he acted strange whenever I asked him about it.  He wouldn’t give me details for months.  Not that I blame him, knowing what I know now... but I do hate that I made him feel that way.”

“Well,” I said, “this stuff is complicated.  You can’t really blame yourself—”

“Are you trying to give me advice?” she asked.  “You’re not even half my age.”

“I... well, I didn’t mean it like that—”

“I didn’t say it was a bad thing.  I’m the one who doesn’t have it together... between that and the fact that my marriage is on the rocks.”

I swallowed hard.  “I’m really sorry to hear that,” I said.

“I haven’t had sex in two years,” she said.  “It’s as if Bill forgot about me... not to mention my needs.”

A pang of discomfort rippled through my body.  I didn’t want to talk about those particular needs.  But before I could say anything, she cleared her throat.

“It’s almost over, though,” she said, “at least I think so... now that he’s talking about moving away.”

“What?”

“He’s been offered a job at his company headquarters.  They want him to relocate to Reston, Virginia.  I told him he can do what he wants, but I’m staying right here... so whatever he decides, I guess that’s up to him.”

“Oh,” I said.  “I’m sorry...”

“It’s my own fault,” she said.  “I made an impulsive decision, and I should’ve known better.”

“What do you mean?”

“Did Chad ever tell you how the two of us met?”

I shook my head.  “No...”

“I was on vacation in Hawaii, and Bill was on shore leave.  Of course, being young, I felt like I was in paradise, and I told myself it was love at first sight.  But then reality set in, and he got orders to ship out.  I was worried I’d never see him again... so we got engaged.  Even though we hardly knew each other.”

I didn’t know how to respond to that.  It was a helluva lot to digest.

“I mean, he did give me my kids, so it wasn’t a complete waste... but now here I am, at an age where I should be the wise one, and I don’t even know what I want in my life.”

“I... w-well, I’m not sure it’s not that bad—”

“How do you figure?” she asked.  “How am I supposed to find someone new?  Online dating?  I don’t have the first clue how that works.  When I met Bill, it didn’t even exist.”

“You’ll figure things out.”

She stared at her wine bottle.  “I wish I was that optimistic,” she said.  “Anyway, I guess my point is... I don’t want you to make the same mistakes I did.”

“They weren’t really mistakes,” I said, “you just said so yourself.”

“Humph,” she said.  “Well, at least you’re off to a good start... you’ve already known each other longer than Bill and I did.”

I bit my lip.  I wondered if she was implying that Chad and I could get married.

“I’m sorry,” she said.  “I didn’t mean to dump this on you... it’s gotta be the wine talking.  I really shouldn’t be drinking this much, it’s just, I-I...”

“It’s okay,” I said.

“I guess you were right.  Y-you probably should go back to bed.  I, well, I don’t want to keep you up longer than I already have.”

I forced a smile.  “Are you gonna be okay down here?”

“I’ll be fine,” she said.  “I need to call it a night myself... and Scott?”

“Yeah?”

She let out a loud sigh.  “Chad really cares about you,” she said, “even if he doesn’t always say so.  I guess what I’m trying to tell you is, whatever you’re doing... keep it up.”

I didn’t quite know how to respond.  I just nodded.  “I’ll try,” I said, then told her good night and headed back upstairs.

When I got back to Chad’s room, he was still fast asleep.  He was still naked, with his sheets twisted around parts of his body, and his cock and balls in full view.  I hurried into the room, shut the door behind me, and dropped my bathrobe.  Then I snuggled up to Chad, and I savored the feeling of his skin against mine.  Holding him like this had always made me feel safe, and that particular night was no different.  It helped me put my worries aside—at least temporarily—and, combined with my exhaustion, it helped me fall asleep.

The next day was the first time Chad and I had nothing on our calendars: we had no classes to get to, no assignments to worry about, and no flights to catch.  We would’ve had sex—probably multiple times—if we weren’t already spent from the night before.  But we did the next best thing, which was to spend the whole morning naked, holed up in his bedroom.

Of course, I had to tell Chad what had happened.  I couldn’t tell if his mom had broken the picture frame on purpose, but I didn’t think it mattered, especially since Chad had already asked her to take it down.  I was a hell of a lot more worried about the state of their marriage and what Chad might have to go through.  But he wasn’t fazed by anything I said; he seemed to have heard it all before.

“You know,” he said, “my dad was never going to win the award for father of the year.  What you’re seeing now is nothing new: he’d always be gone for months at a time, sometimes more than a year.  I can’t tell you how many times he missed my birthday... and forget about my basketball games or whatever.  Of course, the way he sees it, he’s out saving the world.  And I know somebody’s got to do that shit... I just wish it wasn’t my dad.  Or at least, I wish he wasn’t still at it after all these years.”

I nodded.  “Is it true what your mom said?  That you were depressed before you met me?”

“What?”

“She said your grades improved and everything.”

Chad snorted.  “She’s just glad I passed Dr. Wells’s class,” he said, “which was mostly thanks to you.”

At first I didn’t realize what he meant.  Chad and I had been through so much that I’d completely forgotten about freshman chemistry.  Come to think of it, though, I did remember having helped him out.  I also remembered him calling it a lifesaver, though I wasn’t sure I agreed with that word.  I was sure he could’ve passed the class on his own.

“I mean, don’t get me wrong,” he said.  “The last few months... I dunno, they’ve been something else.  I just... I never expected this to happen.”

I looked up at the posters around us.  “You didn’t?”

“Not really,” he said.  “But I’m glad though, because when they do get divorced... I don’t want to go through that alone.”

I didn’t say a word.  I just wrapped my arms around his body, and I pulled him toward me, and Chad responded in kind.  We just lay there, holding each other, for as long as we could.

Chad’s room had its own bathroom, so eventually we got in the shower.  I made sure to scrub down every inch of Chad’s body, including the hard-to-reach spots, and then he returned the favor.  I had to stop myself from playing with his bits; I told myself there’d be plenty of time for that later.

We did want to get out of the house and avoid the family drama.  I was keen on seeing the nude beach Chad had mentioned, and he wasn’t about to object.  Of course, in order to get there, we had to throw on at least some basic clothes.  So we each threw on a t-shirt, swim trunks, and flip-flops.  Then we headed out.

By that point, the sun was high in the sky, and the weather was surprisingly warm.  We parked at the top of a cliff, by some hang gliding place.  Once I saw the beach, I totally got why it was ideal for nudists: the cliffs made it hard to get to, plus they shielded it from view.  Chad and I had to climb down a long winding stairway, and once we got to the bottom, it was easy to forget that we were right by a city.

A few people were already naked down there.  The beach wasn’t overly crowded, but a few bathers were playing in the surf, while a handful of others hung out on the sand.  They seemed to come from all walks of life, in all colors, shapes, and sizes.

A woman walked past us with her perky tits and well-trimmed bush on display.  In the past, this might’ve gotten me excited.  She looked like a Victoria’s Secret type, and most straight guys would’ve drooled over her.  But I’d gotten so used to male bodies that the female form did nothing for me.  If anything, I was a little put off.

Chad seemed to sense what I was thinking.  He took me further down the beach, to the men-only section.  Then he stopped and licked his lips.

“You see that spot?” he asked.  He pointed to the top of the cliff.  “That’s where I used to sit.  It had the perfect fucking view.”

“I bet,” was all I could say.  Even from below, the view was pretty damn fantastic.  A Middle Eastern dude was lounging nearby, and the sun seemed to shine off his skin.  Two other guys were taking a leisurely stroll.  Not far away, I saw someone surfing the waves; he did have a wetsuit on, but it was so tight that it didn’t leave much to the imagination.

Chad and I found a spot we liked, then stripped down and threw our clothes in a bag.  I felt self-conscious at first: it was my first time getting naked in public, at least like this.  But it did feel sexy and kind of naughty.  I just stood there for a moment and took a deep breath, and as I did, I started to feel really liberated.

Chad pulled out a blanket and laid it out on the sand.  In the process, he bent over and exposed his pucker.  That butt was so fucking tempting, I couldn’t resist giving it a quick slap.

“Hey!” he yelled as he whipped his body around.

I grabbed our bag, pulled out a towel, and snapped it at him.  Then I dropped the towel and took off running.

“Get back here!” he teased as he chased after me.

I looked back at the man meat racing toward me.  His cock and balls bounced with each stride, and his muscles seemed to flex in slow motion.  The sight got me so distracted that I slipped and fell.

“That’s what you get!” he said as we both busted up laughing.

Suddenly a wave crashed behind me, and I got doused with cold water.  “Oh shit!” I yelled as I jumped to my feet.

“Ha!”

I kicked at the water and splattered Chad with it.  He came after me again, and I ran further into the ocean.  It was chilly at first, but then my body got used to it, and I started swimming around.

Chad followed me in, and he splashed more water at me.  I returned the favor, and he responded in kind, till bursts of water were flying back and forth.

Suddenly a wave picked us up, and it threw our bodies together.  I felt Chad’s boner against my thigh, but only for a split second.  Then the water dropped back down, and we found ourselves standing side-by-side.

Chad put an arm around me, and he used his free hand to wipe off his face.  “I’ve wanted to do this for so fucking long,” he said.  “All I ever did was watch...”

“Another fantasy fulfilled, huh?”

“I guess you could say that.”

Our faces were just inches away from each other.  I was tempted to kiss him, but instead I reached underwater and put my hand on his cock.  It was fully engorged, the temperature notwithstanding.  “You know,” I said, “now that we’re here, we can put on a show... you know, in case some other boy is watching...”

“Fuck, I’d love to,” he said, “except they’re super-strict about that.  They’ll let people get naked here, but that’s where they draw the line.  If we did something and got caught...”  But then he didn’t finish his sentence.

I felt my heart pound.  Part of me wanted to be naughty, the dirtier the better, but the other side of me didn’t want to get arrested.  Of course, Chad’s house was close enough that we could always fuck there.  “Okay,” I finally said, “I’ll be good, I promise... at least for right now.”

We both stayed in the water till our boners went down, then walked back to our stuff.  We didn’t towel ourselves off because we didn’t need to.  The warm air felt good against our bodies, so we just lay on our blanket and relaxed.

I lathered my body with sunscreen, including the nooks and crannies that usually didn’t need attention.  I teased Chad as I did it, as if I was oiling myself up.  He never took his eyes off me; as far as I could tell, he never even blinked.

I was hoping to lather up Chad’s body too.  But he opted to skip the sunscreen since he wanted a nice tan.  He was taking full advantage of the situation, so he basked in the sun with every inch of his body exposed.  He went out of his way to get even coverage: he regularly shifted his position, and he periodically rolled over.  He even made sure to keep adjusting his cock, and he made a point of exposing the folds in his ass.

Suddenly both of our phones buzzed at once.  We didn’t want to kill the mood, but if someone was contacting both of us, then we figured it was important.  Chad frowned, got up, and pulled his phone from our bag.  “Huh,” he said.  “Luke just messaged us.”

I gritted my teeth.  I didn’t want to think about the Kap Eps right then.  “What does he want?”

“You’ll love this,” Chad said.  “Apparently Brody is behind on his dues.  This says if he doesn’t pay up, we might need to vote on what to do.  So we could suspend or expel him.”

“Ha!” I said.  “How do you like them apples?”

“I agree,” Chad said.  “I’m not sure why that’s worthy of a big fucking news flash, but okay...”  He paused for a moment, apparently re-reading the message, then shrugged and put his phone away.  Then he made himself comfortable again, and he went back to his sunbathing.

I shook my head and tried not to think about Brody.  I didn’t want to deal with him right then, any more than I wanted to deal with Chad’s family problems or anything else.  After all, we were on fucking vacation.  So I leaned back and did my damnedest to relax.

I looked out at the ocean, where Surfer Boy was still riding the waves.  He was a pretty good-looking guy: he was slim, with sandy-blond hair and a stubbly face.  I felt a pang of guilt for checking him out, but then I glanced at Chad and realized he was eyeing him too.

Eventually Surfer Boy came out of the water.  He walked over to Middle Eastern Boy, and he set down his surfboard.  Middle Eastern Boy got up and reached behind Surfer Boy’s back, apparently undoing his zipper.  Then Surfer Boy pulled off his wetsuit, and we got to see the rest of his body.

The man was basically an otter.  His chest was covered in hair, and his treasure trail led down to a set of unruly pubes.  His dick was uncut, and his ballsack seemed unusually tight; I couldn’t tell if that was from having been in the water or if that was its natural state.

Chad pressed his body against mine, and I realized he’d gotten rock hard.  I was hard too, and I had to resist the urge to start stroking myself.  I was tempted to suck on Chad’s ear, or maybe play with his nipples, but I knew once I started down that road, it would be hard for me to stop.

I heard a soft groan, and I looked over to see Surfer Boy caressing Middle Eastern Boy’s body.  At first I thought they were just being affectionate, but then I realized they were as horned up as we were.  Surfer Boy reached down to Middle Eastern Boy’s crotch, and he started stroking his cock.  They were in between two big boulders, which shielded them from view from some of the beach, but Chad and I could see them just fine.

I forced myself not to stare.  I swallowed hard and whispered into Chad’s ear: “Are you enjoying the show?”

“Fuck yeah,” he whispered back.

We just lay there for a minute or two, and we tried to act as if nothing was happening.  I drew on the same skills I’d used my freshman year, when my roommate had kept masturbating in bed, and I’d had to pretend I couldn’t hear him.  Then again, I thought, he’d also returned the favor when I’d jacked off myself...

I suddenly felt Chad’s hand on my cock.  He slid his hand down my shaft, and he started playing with my balls.

“I thought this was against the rules?” I whispered.

“It is,” he said, “but I’m getting to the point that I can’t resist.”

Those words only turned me on even more.  I knew just how he felt because I couldn’t help myself either.  I reached for Chad’s package, and I ran my fingers around his cockhead.  Chad’s body responded, and he let out a sigh.  Then he gripped my rod and started stroking away.

I knew we should stop, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it.  I wanted Chad’s dick every bit as much as he wanted mine.  Especially since I’d spent nearly the whole day naked with him, well, there was only so much temptation I could take.

“Uh oh,” Chad suddenly said.

“What?”

He glanced at the other guys, and I turned my head.  Both Surfer Boy and Middle Eastern Boy were watching us, and they were both hard as a rock.

“Don’t let us stop you,” Surfer Boy said, “unless you want to come join us.”

Chad and I exchanged glances.  On the one hand, I didn’t want to make the same mistake I’d made before: I didn’t want anyone else to get between me and Chad.  On the other hand, I was keenly aware that Chad had never been with any other guy; and between his posters, the frat boys, the locker rooms, and now the nude beach, I knew he’d checked out plenty.  Then, of course, I had to consider my fetish for group sex, which I’d always wanted to explore in more detail.

“Do you want to do it?” I asked.

“I... well...”  Chad looked at the guys, then looked back at me.  He was clearly thinking through the same dilemma that I was.

“You want it,” I said.  “I can tell.”

“I don’t want to fuck this up,” he said.  “I mean, I guess if we’re both in it together...”

“Fair enough,” I said.  To be honest, I was just as nervous as he was, but I tried not to let it show.

We got up from our blanket, and we walked over to the others.  Our boners were jutting out in front of us, and the others couldn’t seem to take their eyes off of them.

“Hey guys,” I finally said.

Surfer Boy nodded.  “You were putting on a hell of a show over there.”

“So were you.”  I tried to act cool, but I was way more nervous than I’d expected.  I definitely wanted this, and it was weird knowing that my fantasies were coming true.  It felt a little like the first time Chad and I had hooked up; the difference, of course, was that we weren’t drunk this time, and the stakes were a helluva lot higher than before.

Surfer Boy patted the beach towel beneath him.  “What are you waiting for?” he asked.  “Lie down.  Make yourselves comfortable.” 

Chad and I slowly sat down.  I didn’t know what to expect.  Do we touch these guys?  Or do we wait for them to touch us?  Or do we just focus on each other?  I just knew that once we did something here, there’d be no going back.

Before we could say anything, Middle Eastern Boy went down on me, while Surfer Boy went down on Chad.  I flinched with surprise, then did the only thing I could think of: I leaned toward Chad and started making out with him.

It was a weird sensation at first, getting both my face and my dick sucked at the same time.  But I got used to it really fucking fast.  Chad started breathing heavily, though he tried to hide it, which I knew meant he was into it.

As we kept making out, I realized the other boys weren’t being serviced at all.  I took Chad’s hand and guided it to Middle Eastern Boy’s cock.  Chad started stroking him, while I reached over and played with Surfer Boy’s balls.

Middle Eastern Boy’s head bobbed up and down, faster and faster, and I felt my body start to tense up.  I was afraid of cumming too soon, so I signaled him to go slow.  But Middle Eastern Boy was having none of it: he kept sucking me like his life depended on it.  I looked into Chad’s eyes, half-expecting him to tell me what to do.  He just looked back at me and smiled.

I resisted the urge as long as I could, but it didn’t take long before I just couldn’t hold back.  I felt my balls start pumping cum through my anatomy.  Middle Eastern Boy took his mouth off my cock, and not a moment too soon.  A split second later, a jet shot across my chest.  Then came another, followed by a third.

“Oh fuck!” I gasped as I felt my orgasm reach its height, then slowly subside.  The other boys stopped what they were doing to watch.  As soon as the last bit of cum was out of me, my whole lower body twitched.

“Mm,” Chad said as he gave me another kiss.  “Looks like you liked that.”

“Holy shit, yes,” I said.  Chad had known about my fetish all along, and I was thrilled that he’d finally let me indulge it.  I wanted to return the favor, but Chad decided to tease me instead.

“Go ahead,” he said.  “You know you want him.”

“Say what?”

Chad pointed to Middle Eastern Boy.  “Don’t you owe him?” he asked.

Middle Eastern Boy seemed as surprised as I was.  “Well,” he said, “I mean...”  But I never let him finish his sentence.  I just got on all fours, grabbed his dick, and guided it into my mouth.  I ran my tongue around his cockhead, the same way I’d always done with Chad.  “Oh shit...”

Middle Eastern Boy tasted different from what I was used to.  He was also uncut—which struck me as unusual—so I had some extra skin in my mouth.  His pubes were a velvety black, and they were quite a bit thicker than Chad’s.  But I wasn’t exactly complaining.

“Yeah,” Chad said as he repositioned his body.  “Keep working that dick...”

I just did as I was ordered.  I made a lot of noisy slurps in the process, but I couldn’t help it; the penis in front of me was just that good.

I noticed a familiar feeling behind me.  I immediately knew what it was: Chad was pressing his boner against my hole.  My first thought was that he was just fucking with me because, after all, we hadn’t brought any lube.  But then I heard Surfer Boy rummage through a bag, and a few seconds later, I felt a cool liquid on my ass.  The next thing I knew, Chad was easing his way into me.

I now had dicks in both ends of my body.  I’d never felt anything like it, even in all of our dildo play.  I savored the feeling of Chad’s rod up my cunt, while I tasted Middle Eastern Boy’s shaft against my tongue.  It took a few seconds to get into a rhythm, but once I did, it was glorious.

I wanted to pleasure Chad in particular, so I clamped down my sphincter, and I gyrated my ass back and forth.  He reacted exactly the way I hoped, with one of his soft groans.  He grabbed my hips and shoved me against his cock.

Surfer Boy just sat back and watched.  He played with himself a little, but mostly he just licked his lips.  It must’ve been a helluva sight, seeing me get spit-roasted between those two studs.

Finally Surfer Boy got up, and he put on a condom.  From the corner of my eye, I saw him walk up to Chad.  A second later, I felt Chad’s dick respond as Surfer Boy invaded his ass.  I couldn’t see much, but I knew exactly what was happening.

With that, we started fucking in a three-man train.  I’d seen this in a million pornos, and I’d imagined it more times than I could count, but I couldn’t believe it was actually happening.  I wanted to know how it felt for Chad, since he was both topping and bottoming at the same time, but I was so preoccupied that I didn’t say a word.  I probably would’ve cum right then, if I hadn’t already emptied my balls.

Middle Eastern Boy pulled out of my mouth, and he walked around to Surfer Boy.  A few seconds later, the guys’ rhythms shifted again as we became a four-man train.  Chad kept jackhammering me, and I could also sense the other guys pounding away behind him.  I wanted to service all of them, but in that position, I couldn’t.  I just stayed on my hands and knees and enjoyed the ride.

Chad leaned down and started kissing my neck.  I turned my head, and we started making out.    As we did, I saw the other guys start kissing too.  The thrusts gradually died down as we all slobbered over each other.  Eventually our anal train came apart: Surfer Boy pulled out of Chad, Middle Eastern Boy pulled out of Surfer Boy, and Chad pulled out of me.

I whispered into Chad’s ear.  “How do you want to finish?”

“However you want, baby,” he said.

We looked over at the other guys.  Middle Eastern Boy locked eyes with Chad, and Surfer Boy locked eyes with me.  None of us needed to say a word.

I went to the other guys’ supplies.  I realized they must’ve meant to have sex all along if they’d brought this stuff to the beach.  Of course, they might’ve just meant to keep it to themselves.  But even so...

Chad lay down on the towel, and Middle Eastern Boy got in position above him.  Surfer Boy took off his condom, and he lay down next to Chad.  I put on a condom of my own—the first I’d worn since Chad and I started dating—and I lubed up Surfer Boy’s hole.

Finally I pushed forward, and I started fucking Surfer Boy.  Middle Eastern Boy did the same with Chad.

“Oh fuck,” Chad gasped.  “Fuck, that dick feels so good...”

Surfer Boy was groaning and writhing too.  I reached down and started stroking his cock.  As I did it, I looked over to watch Chad get reamed.  There was something weirdly hot about seeing my man get pounded by someone else.

Chad seemed to feel the same way.  He watched my cock slide in and out of Surfer Boy’s ass.  He reached over, took my hand, and brought it to his mouth.  Then he started sucking my fingers one by one.

“Yeah,” Surfer Boy said, “oh shit...”  I felt his sphincter spasm, and before I could react, he was cumming.  A few ropes went shooting all over his chest.

That seemed to send Chad over the edge.  He took his free hand and jerked himself off.  He threw his head back, and I saw his muscles start to roil.  Then a bunch of jizz splattered out of his cock.

“Oh Jesus!” he yelled.

Middle Eastern Boy wasn’t far behind him.  He let out a loud grunt, and he shoved his cock deep into Chad’s ass.  Of course, I couldn’t actually see his cum, but I could definitely see the look on his face, which told me all I needed to know.

Last but not least, it was my turn.  I was so horned up that I knew I could shoot at least one more load.  I kept on pounding Surfer Boy, though I hadn’t let go of Chad’s hand the whole time.  Then, finally, I felt my balls contracting.

I thrust into Surfer Boy one last time as euphoria spread through my body.  I found myself moaning involuntarily as I filled up my condom.  Then I collapsed on top of Surfer Boy, and I tried to catch my breath.  Between my three sex partners, two orgasms, and one helluva fetish, I was over the moon.

I started hearing applause in the distance.  At first I thought the other beachgoers had seen us, though we weren’t all that visible, thanks to the boulders beside us.  Then I realized the commotion was above us.

“Holy shit,” Chad said as he stared at his old overlook.  A half-dozen people were clapping and cheering from the top of the cliff.

I felt a pang of fear, and I hoped no cops had seen us.  I also hoped those guys hadn’t taken any pictures.  But the more I thought about it, the hotter the situation seemed.   Our audience was pretty friendly, and they seemed to like what they’d seen.  So I forced myself to stop worrying, and I went along with it.

I shrugged, smiled, and waved.  Then I took Chad’s hand again, and the two of us took a bow.  One voice even hollered for us to do an encore.  We just humored him and acted coy because we didn’t want to push our luck.  Deep down, though, I couldn’t help thinking how much I’d enjoyed this.  I badly wanted an encore myself, and judging by Chad’s raging boner, it looked like he did too.

To be continued…