He got closer and pushed my head underwater playfully. Gay porn I met some guys from Louisiana. There was enough light from the hotel in the dark that I could see he was looking right into my eyes. Like I said, he was a pretty cool guy. Perfect conditions for a little dip in the pool. “Nice meeting you, Brad,” I said, trying to not make eye contact. I was single, unencumbered. After drinking, talking and laughing, Brad and I walked down the street toward our hotel. Nearly every weekend, I would take a bus to either the Pacific or Caribbean side to enjoy the beaches, people and culture. He quickly got the message, apologizing profusely. Were they even real?As I toweled off, I began to fantasize about Brad, his body, what his cock looked like, our bodies together naked. Even though it was dark, it was warm and humid. He quickly got the message, apologizing profusely. I had never done that before. “Me too,” he said. Oh, well.I hopped in. I kick myself even now for not knocking on that door. His bus left in the morning; whereas, mine left about noon. After drinking, talking and laughing, Brad and I walked down the street toward our hotel. I couldn’t pass that up.
