First Jerkoff Buddy On A Family Vacation 05: Last Day (Patreon)

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Chapter 5: Last Day

Content Warning: Bittersweet

That night I snuck down to the hot tub again, and Kurt was already in it, arms stretched along the edge, steam rolling off his round shoulders. He kicked a foot up out of the bubbles when he saw me coming.

"Took you long enough," he said. "I already busted twice waiting."

"You did not."

"I did not," he agreed, and slid over so I could drop in beside him.

We fell into our usual dumbness within a minute. He stood up on the bench and stretched his waistband out so his dick flopped over the elastic, purely to make me whip my head around and scan the pool deck in a panic, and when I shoved him back down he dragged me halfway under with him. 

Grabby hands under the bubbles after that. Nothing serious, just a palm swiped across my junk whenever I let my guard down, and me getting him back twice as hard, both of us giggling like idiots and calling each other gay for flinching. At one point he pinned my hand flat against his boner and held it there under the foam while he kept a straight face. He wasn't trying to start anything. He was just being Kurt, horny and immature and funny, his warm meat pressing up into my palm like a secret handshake while the jets drummed against my back. I could have sat in that spot all night.

Girls' voices came down the pool deck before I saw them. 

Three of them in cover-ups and sandals, flip-flops slapping the tile, and one of them was the girl from the pool, the tease who had wrapped her legs around him in the shallow end and ground on him for an hour before bailing on him. She spotted Kurt immediately.

I felt him straighten up next to me. Not a big move. His arm slid off the edge behind my shoulders, his chest squared up toward the walkway, and I watched his attention float over to her and stay there. She peeled her cover-up off at the chairs, slowly, fully aware of her audience, and under the water his hand released mine without a word.

"Bro," he whispered. "It's her again."

"The tease," I said.

"Maybe it'll work this time."

"Hey," he called to the girl and her friends, flashing a big smile. "Water's warm!"

I felt the disappointment settle in my body as they climbed in with us, the water rising around all those extra legs, and the hot tub had lost its debauchery. We had to act normal. 

Hands stayed above the surface. Kurt turned on his social skills, his charm. It was more than I had seen out of him all week, asking where they were from, trading complaints about the excursions, getting all three of them laughing. I watched as the tease planted herself subtly on the jacuzzi bench right beside him, her knee finding his under the water, and he let his grin do half the work while his big, round pecs did the other half.

I joined in where I could. One of her friends asked me about Ohio, and I tried to think of anecdotes that made Ohio sound more fun than I really thought it was. But mostly I watched him work, and I felt that same jealousy from the other night creep back up, and I still couldn't tell which one of them it was directed toward. Or at least I couldn't acknowledge it.

Eventually Kurt stood up out of the water, his bulge two sizes elevated from flaccid, and the tease climbed out right behind him, wringing her hair out on the tile. He grabbed his towel, wiggled his eyebrows at me behind her back, and they headed off up the pool deck together. I stayed in the bubbles with her two friends and kept the small talk alive.

The small talk ran out a few minutes after they left, and I climbed out, wrapped my towel around my waist, and took the stairs up with my sandals squeaking wetly the whole climb. In my room I flopped onto my bed, hair still dripping onto the pillow, and pulled up his chat.

Me: You better be railing her right now

Kurt: Bro I'm already done

Kurt: Came twice in less than five mins

Kurt: She was probably disappointed ngl

Me: That's my boy

Kurt: Yo so we fly out in the morning

Me: What?? I thought you guys were here for a week

Kurt: Bro I've been here a week

"Oh," I said aloud, to my empty room. I didn't even realize I had been holding my boner with my free hand, until it suddenly felt pointless to do so.

Me: Wtf

Me: I thought we had another day

Kurt: Nope. Last night in paradise bro

I put my phone face down on my chest and lay there with my wet hair soaking into the pillow. He lived in Jersey. I lived in Ohio. Neither of us was ever driving halfway across the country to jerk off with a dude from vacation, and I knew it, and he probably knew it too. Whatever we had been doing all week had an expiration date, and it was coming sooner than I expected.

My phone buzzed against my sternum.

Kurt: Also you should be proud of me

Kurt: I ate her ass

Me: No way

Kurt: Bro the waterfall training paid off. She lost her mind

Me: You're welcome I guess

Kurt: People really do it in real life

I laughed out loud, alone in my dark room. I was jealous again, same as at the pool, and I still couldn't tell who it was aimed at. But underneath it I was honestly happy for him. My boy had learned to eat ass on a mountain with me and had already taken it pro.

Me: You still owe me your ass btw

He knew what I meant. He had been inside me on that rock and I never got my turn. His typing bubble popped up, and disappeared, and popped up again, and disappeared, and my screen dimmed itself, the message staying on delivered.

I stared at that word, delivered, until my eyes unfocused. No answer was coming, and I understood that was the answer. Whatever experiment the two of us had been doing all week, I felt it ending on a phone screen in a dark hotel room, one flight and half a country short of finishing. I felt my eyelids get heavy, and left my phone on my chest as I pulled the blanket up and let myself drift off.

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I awoke to my phone buzzing repeatedly on my chest. It was ringing. 

"Who the fuck calls people," I muttered as I started to wake up. 

It was Kurt video-calling on Instagram. My heart raced before I even realized I had a reason to be excited. I threw an airpod in and answered.

"Hello?" I said groggily.

"You weren't answering my texts," he said, almost in a whisper. I saw palm trees behind him.

"I was asleep," I said. "What're you doing outside?"

"I snuck out. I couldn't sleep."

"Okay?"

"Come out, dude. Let's see what the beach is like at night."

I snuck back down with my sandals in my hand. Kurt was waiting by a cabana near the pool gate, and we robbed it, stacking giant resort towels in our arms until we could barely see over them, giggling like two idiots committing a crime. 

We picked a dark stretch of beach away from the pool lights and built ourselves what essentially amounted to a blanket fort, the towels folded and pulled high around us and under us, and towels around our shoulders. We sat leaning on each other, facing the water. The air was warm. The moon was bright, reflecting on the waves, and it was him and me and nobody else out there.

He told me about the girl, how she kicked him out basically right after he finished the second time, and we cracked up about it. His wavy hair was still messed up from her hands. After a while, the conversation slid away from her and onto girls in general, and neither of us was yelling jokes anymore, because we both knew what night it was, even if we didn't want to talk about it.

"What's your favorite thing to do with a girl?" I asked.

"Anything she does to my dick."

"Yeah, but like..."

"Yeah I know what you mean. I guess kissing. I love the tongue."

"Me too," I said, looking at him.

"I'll miss you," he whispered, finally saying what we were both thinking.  

He leaned over until his face was almost touching mine, close enough that I could feel his breath on my lips, and I closed the gap. Our mouths met and stayed there, his lips parting against mine, his tongue sliding in and tasting like salt and the pool's chlorine. His lips were so prominent against mine, and his touch was so soft.

I felt him press back into me, unhurried, his lips working against mine while my eyes closed. He tilted his head and opened his mouth wider, and I matched him, our tongues sliding together in slow circles, his hand coming up to rest against my jaw. It was nothing like the rest of our week. No jokes or groping each other, no grabbing, no race to the finish line. Just his mouth moving carefully on mine under a towel on a dark beach, the waves rolling in somewhere past our feet. He hummed quietly into me, and I felt it in my chest, and I kissed him deeper, memorizing him while I still could.

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He flew home the next morning. I was there for another couple days, mostly hanging out with my family, whom I had honestly been neglecting.

When I was home, Kurt and I texted for a while after, porn links mostly, and one video of him benching, zoomed in on his chest. He was basically sending me the same stuff he was sending to girls, or at least that's what I assumed. I was on the distribution list for his private thirst traps.

Every so often he'd text me something that proved I was still in his head.

Kurt: Hooked up with a girl from school last night

Kurt: Ate her ass obviously

Kurt: Thought about you lol

Me: Good

Me: Homo

Kurt: Bro I can't even look at a hot tub jet anymore without getting hard too

Me: Same

Me: You still owe me your ass btw

Kurt: Stfu

He gave me that same answer every time I brought it up. Not a no, but never a yes, just stfu, and I let it go every time, because what was I gonna do, drive to Jersey?

And the gaps between our replies stretched from hours into days, and at some point one of us left the other on delivered. There was no fight and no goodbye. It just quietly ran out, like vacations do.

I still see him online, though. He pops up on Instagram every so often, flexing shirtless in a gym mirror, or grinning in a club photo with his arm around a girl. He experimented with facial hair. There was a terrible mustache phase, then a bad goatee, and then he landed on a smart-looking five o'clock shadow that I liked. I heart his stories sometimes, but I don't really post any, so I don't even know if he would look at mine too. 

Every once in a while he sends a short text, and we chat about updates in our lives, somehow less interested each time. That's the whole friendship now, two dudes tapping a screen at each other a couple times a year, and I'm fine with it.

And I think about that week more than I'd admit out loud. Kurt opened something up in me on that island. I flew down there a horny, ashamed little gooner, and I flew home a guy who knew what he liked and wasn't scared to embrace it. And I believe I opened something up in him too. A dude doesn't learn to eat ass on a mountain and come home the same person, especially learning on another guy, for whatever that means.

And I hope he's still ballsy, whipping it out when he's not exactly supposed to. And I hope he still thinks of me every time he eats a girl's ass, or puts his dick on a hot tub jet.