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One of the guys stood and faced me before raising his hand and waving at me. I was tempted to grab the binoculars, but how strange would that be? I couldn’t make out a face, but the body was definitely fit and attractive. I waved back, and he tapped his chest and then pointed back at me. I didn’t make a move. He finally turned his palms skyward and raised them in front of him, like he needed a response. For some unknown reason, I waved.
I watched as he high-fived the other two people, placed his board under his arm, and began jogging toward my trail. It appeared that he was coming up to my house.
“Fuck!” I hissed under my breath. “You’ve gone and done it now, Hicks.”
I dashed down the hall and to the downstairs bathroom to check my appearance. What if it was Chad? I hoped the visitor would be Chad. I removed my black tank top, shook it vigorously to get lint off of it, and pulled it back on, then checked my face and hair in the mirror. Yikes.
“Please be Chad. Please be Chad,” I whispered, wishing God owed me a favor I could demand at a moment’s notice.
I hurried down the hall just as someone was coming up the stairs on the side of the house, stairs that led to my roomy deck. There were no exterior lights on, so all I could make out was a shadow outline of a very fit male body as I made my way to the retractable glass doors. I slid one open and found a beaming Bodie standing there with nothing but board shorts on his ripped body.
“Hello, Mr. Hicks,” he said. “Thanks for letting me come up.”
I wanted to ask him to leave, tell him I’d hoped he was Chad, but I was too tongue-tied at my error, and too busy gawking at his incredible body. I’d forgotten just how sexy this creature was. Buzzed blond hair and tan face, teeth like Chiclets gum, white and huge. I lost count of his abs after six, and his obliques were practically illegal in fifty countries. They were obscene as they pointed at the low-hanging shorts below them. Like sharp diamonds, daring me to remove my eyes from their overt sexuality.
I had a sensation hit me so hard that I damn near dropped to my knees, mouth open. I want to fuck you so hard, punk.
“Bodie,” I barely managed to say, clearing my throat and a filthy mind, unsure of what I might do next. I drew in a long breath and sighed. “Nice to see you.”
“You okay?” he asked.
“What do you want?” I asked, a bit too blunt to be considered welcoming. I’d lost all sense of decorum and didn’t really give a shit how my question sounded.
“To say hi,” he responded. “Is it okay that I came up to your house?”
“I’m not interested in you.”
He looked confused. I wondered if the same aggressive fella from the beach a week ago was a real person. He stood his ground though and sat down on one of my deck chairs, placing his leg over the arm of it, and grinned.
He grabbed his dick through his shorts. “But you’re interested in this, ain’t ya?”
I watched as he pumped his hips and leered at me. “Maybe,” I admitted.
He pulled his dick out from the Velcro opening of his shorts. He was hung. Typical skinny dude. No body mass, just a huge cock. His eyebrows raised. “I know, right?” he whispered, glancing at his dick and nodding like a dirty street hooker. “It’s big, wouldn’t ya say?”
I was transfixed by him. Literally in a trance when he rubbed his cock up and down the shaft, licking two fingers and sliding them back and forth across the tip.
“You’re dirty,” I muttered. “A real nasty little fucker, aren’t you?” I couldn’t believe my mood, let alone my mouth. I was disappointed he wasn’t Chad, but that was no excuse for my behavior.
“I was actually hoping you were the fucker,” he corrected. “I’ve been known to ride dick on occasion.”
I was at a proverbial stoplight. My brain saw a big flashing red. Don’t even think of it. My cock saw green. Fuck the shit out of him.
I stepped away from my door and motioned toward it. “Get off my deck and go inside,” I ordered. “You’re indecent out here.”
“I thought indecent was on the menu, Cole,” he stated, standing and yanking his shorts off and then casually walking past me.
His ass was bright white and round. Two small melons moved up and down as he walked past me and into my house. My dick was rock solid. He needed to be drilled hard, made to pay for his insolence at coming to my house uninvited.
“Shower is down the hall,” I said, pointing. “Wash that ass good.”
“What about you?” he asked, still unafraid and acting cocky, holding his sack and stroking his dick. “You wanna join me, stud?”
“Don’t worry about me,” I spat. “Meet me upstairs when you’re done. First door on the right at the top of the stairs.”
“Are we gonna be bad?” he asked. “You gonna finally fuck one of us, Mr. Hicks?”
“Keep yapping, and you and I are not doing shit.”
