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Oceans and orgasms.
It never got old.
“Hey!”
Luke’s eyes popped open, gaze lowering to the grass in front of the ground floor condos.
Kyle stood there with a Kahele-Mac shortboard tucked under one shoulder and a beach bag slung over the other that was screened with the words Beach Bum in big block letters. “Don’t you even think about dropping in on my waves,” he hollered up at him. “You snooze, you lose, bro!”
“Fuck you!” Luke fired back, cupping his hands over Shay’s ears ’cause he was considerate like that. “I want my key back, bitch! We’re breaking up!”
Kyle blew him a kiss.
Shay giggled.
Luke dropped his hands back to her ass, squeezed the generous globes about his shaft, and increased the kick of his hips, making it quite obvious what they were doing behind the screen of the towel.
Kyle smirked, pivoted, and made for the waves.
Luke watched him walk down the boardwalk for a stretch before stopping at the beach-entry steps nearest their complex. There, he raised his fist — thumb and pinky extended — to flash someone the shaka.
Luke followed Kyle’s gaze a few meters down to one of the numerous cement benches that looked out over the beach. To where a lone figure sat wearing a hunter-green windbreaker, hood pulled up as usual.
Luke grew distracted from Shay’s sexy antics in front of him as he spied that familiar face down the road. Or what he could see of it. Which wasn’t much. Kid looked like friggin’ Kenny fromSouth Parkwith that jacket cinched up around his face. All Luke could make out from this distance was a hint of pale skin under the Wayfarers he always wore when he came out to watch them surf.
Kyle had first spotted him a few weeks ago. Sitting there in his combat boots, cargo pants, and windbreaker. Some rugged version of one of the electric bikes that were so popular in the city parked near him at the end of the bench.
The guy stuck out because he wasn’t the usual audience they drew when tearing it up in the water. Usually, they drew chicks in skimpy bikinis.
Speaking of…
Kyle groaned as Shay backed up into him, grinding against his cock as she rode her fingers hard.
Damn, this girl was fun.
And he was about to come.
“Don’t have any condoms here, baby. Gonna jerk it on your back. You down?”
“Yes, yes,yes,” she gasped, evidently already finding her own release if the sudden rush of fluid down her thighs was any indication. “Do it, now.”
Luke tore one hand from her hips so he could fist his cock. It only took a few strokes before it hit him, that almost painfully euphoric high that really only one thing could ever top. Getting shacked. Tubed. Barreled. Shooting down the pipe of a sweet wave.
Yeah, both experiences sent him to his happy place big time.
He gritted his teeth, eyes shuttering as he unloaded what felt like buckets of cum on the small of Shay’s back. But when he opened his eyes, it wasn’t the mess he’d just made on her supple tan skin that drew his gaze.
Once again, he found himself looking to the kid across the street.
The kid who was now turned around on that bench with a pair of binoculars pressed to his face.
Binoculars that were trained right on them.
Luke gasped out a laugh as his pounding heartbeat slowed.
Fucking creeper.
He should have been mad, but for some reason, he wasn’t. He’d been a pervy little dude once upon a time. Damn, he probably still was.
