Brad and Chris each suffered from a massive case of prune hands waiting for the lava flow to cool. Big Island. Big doozy. The Front Desk would hear about this after they got a local recommendation for Hawaiian BBQ. Now where were their flip flops?
Something seemed off. Curiously, Chris knew nothing was wrong.
Nothing at all.
In fact, the same instinct would strike Chris through five more poses garnering a random round of applause from the immediate circle of beach camps.
During the impromptu Vogue session, Chris’ attention tho drifted elsewhere. Not to the Saint but to the taco truck just yonder. Chris could see he caused a slight stir in the flow of the line and couldn’t recall eating breakfast.
Did he tell Brad to pick up some lunch? Where was his boyfriend anyway? They were rarely apart. Chris couldn’t concentrate an answer over the clapping. That welcomed but weird.
Now why did he stand up? Something was off….
Just then, Brad tapped Chris on the shoulder from behind causing him to burst into an uncontrollable scream lasting a full 45 excruciating seconds. The tap just wasn’t expected and Chris tripped into overload.
Luckily, the Vogue session bought enough brownie points for a gloss over by the immediate crowd but things still felt tense.
Brad and Chris each took turns switching into thongs under the guise of a cheap and very thin towel for insurance. Smack dab in the middle of the gay beach, it did the trick.
With somewhat surprise, what took longer to sink in for the immediate crowd was the location of the taco truck. What was it doing in the boys section? While it was clearly more important to note all were welcome, Brad and Chris couldn’t ignore the sporadic underground chatter that ensued.
It finally fizzled after Brad pointed out it boiled down to new zoning ordinances. Chris said it helped Brad used his head. Everyone paid attention and nothing debatable there.
Chris also highlighted that was the third save in an hour between them. What would happen to them when they get old?
With that Brad grabbed the suntan lotion and offered to slather it all over Chris. They’d gotten this far didn’t they? They’d figure it out along with everyone else.
Soooooo Luke showed up for a swim and apparently Charlie Cornered the notion of clever pockets on spendy exotic gay menswear. That put a damper on Brad and Chris’ Hot Pockets line. Well, it was cute for a minute. Luke’s ass just plain hot.
What? That’s not Luke but Brad? Well then which one am I? I’m guessing Chris or Luke. I’m not good with cameras tho so I must be Brad. Does that even make sense? My god. What is wrong with us?! One fine ass with a hot pocket and it’s over. It is mighty fine tho. You have to admit that.
