A few tourists, some college students ... and some frat bros.

Bloody Mary in hand, Chris let his eyes wander over the bar. It wasn't exactly packed, so patron inventory was over quick - a sun-burned pair of tourists, likely European, two twenty-somethings he thought he recognized from college, and a pack of guys he definitely recognized from college. From the fraternity Alpha Tau Zeta, to be precise. Chris usually avoided them; his idea of a good time wasn't to get blackout drunk and hit on girls. The surfer much preferred to get slightly to moderately buzzed and hit on girls. There was a difference.

Maybe his eyes had lingered to long on the frat members, maybe it was just bad luck, but right when Chris went to move on to check out the next group, one of the frat guys turned his head and returned the surfer's gaze. Immediately, a lopsided smile spread on the frat member's broad face under his expertly styled hair, Chris on the other hand gave his best impression of the proverbial deer in the headlights of a car.

Smiley elbowed one of his friend lightly and indicated Chris with his chin, the surfer finally breaking the eye contact to look out the open porch at the ocean. But even over the slow beat of the music, Chris could hear bits and pieces of conversation from the frat boys' table:

"... totally checking me out, man..."

"... you seen her tits? Duuude..."

"... but dressing like that? Eeeh ..."

"... look at those lips! Damn, I want them wrapped around..."

Chris' heart was hammering in his chest, hard enough that he felt as if it was making his expansive, bra-less chest jiggle. What had he been thinking? He knew he looked like a pretty hot woman, from head to ... well, to crotch, but that was beside the point. He also knew what happened to hot women in bars. They got...

"Hey there, sexy. You come here often?"

... hit on. Chris turned his head towards the guy talking to him - unsurprisingly, it was the frat member he had locked eyes with, standing next to Chris at the bar, leaning against it with arms crossed just under his pecs, beer in one hand. Which were about on the same level as Chris' head. And really... really... well built... defined... and this heat rising inside his chest was definitely jealousy.

"Name's Shawn," the muscular frat bro continued, Chris finally raising his head to look into his face. "What can I call you?"

"Chris." The surfer replied without thinking, his head still playing catch-up with the situation.

"That short for Christine? Nice." Shawn sat down on a bar stool next to Chris and motioned for the bartender. "Can I buy you a drink? Not this tomato juice nonsense. Nick, one Margarita for the lady."

"I'm not a lady!" Chris fumed. No matter how hot... no, intimidating Shawn was, the surfer would not be called a lady.

"Aw, don't be like that. It was a compliment!" The frat boy turned back to Chris, the lopsided smile returning to his face. He probably thought it was apologetic. "Anyways, I've never seen you in here before. You new in town?"

"You could ... say that..." Chris mumbled, taking a sip of his Bloody Mary to avoid an awkward pause. With his head lowered like this, Shawn's legs came into view; the frat member was sitting with both legs spread out, but the bulge between them pulled in Chris' eyes like moths to the flame. Of course, it was a far cry from the gargantuan rod Steve was now sporting, but if Shawn hadn't stuffed his boxers, he beat Chris pretty easily size-wise. The surfer felt his lips pursing, tongue twitching in his mouth, beginning to slip forwards. Chris quickly closed his mouth so his tongue pressed against his teeth as it desperately tried to extend its length towards the prize Shawn was hiding in his pants.

"Like what you see?" Shawn grinned, putting one hand on his thigh. Chris jerked his head back up to look at him, face burning as he tried to get his tongue back under control. "Same here. What'd you say to going back to my place and you show me what that pretty mouth can do?"

Chris had taken seldom taken an approach this direct when it came to flirting, and never this early into the small-talk. It required that both parties were equally horny or **** - and Shawn was undeniably horny, while Chris... The surfer did have to admit that on his part, it would be desperation. Despite having gotten a belly-full of spunk not even an hour ago, Chris already felt the craving for cum rise deep within him. But he wouldn't give in. Not this time. Not yet...

Balling his fists, Chris **** his tongue back where it belonged, bringing it under control through sheer stubbornness. After all, he couldn't tell Shawn off if he was unable to talk.

"Listen, Shawn, I think we're not on the same--"

Before Chris could finish, though, Nick placed an chilled Margarita right next to his arm, the sudden cold making Chris jump, which in turn made his tits jiggle wildly. Glaring at Nick's back who had left to take the tourists' payment, Chris elected to ignore the drink, especially after noticing the metal straw sticking out of the glass. Obviously, Nick and Shawn were in on this together, but Chris wouldn't give them the satisfaction of seeing him suck on the straw. Even though it would definitely feel sooo good to just wrap his sensitive lips around the hard rod and... damn it! Chris' thoughts had drifted down the same path again. Luckily he had caught himself before...

"Tasty, right?" Shawn grinned, taking a sip of his own beverage. Chris looked up at him and pulled up his eyebrows questioningly before he realized that he was holding an ice cold drink in his hands, lips pursed around a metal tube as his cheeks were pulled inwards due to the suction that carried the contents of the cocktail into his mouth. Surprised and shocked, Chris almost choked on the last gulp of Margarita, barely managing to properly swallow.

How?! Chris had only thought about how nice it would feel to suck on... only he hadn't. Unable to resist the visceral satisfaction that came with his lips wrapped around something, the surfer had in fact acted out what he thought was just a stray thought. And now, his lips practically buzzed with delight, pleasure radiating downwards into his chest where it pooled to fill his heaving breast, nipples quickly stiffening until they were clearly visible through his shirt.

"Damn, you want it baaad, huh?" Shawn sounded impressed, and only now did Chris realize how ragged his breathing had become, how flush his face felt. Oh god, it was happening again, and Chris was powerless to stop it. Then again, why even fight it? It felt sooo good... But that would mean blowing a complete stranger! With a huge cock...