The Barnstable Chronicles: Vic Greenley Comes Home - 3. Making a "Splash"

Vic was adapting well to his new routine and life in Austin. He was both thrilled and relieved that there were no more problems regarding his sexuality—just as Hunter had assured him would be the case.

Vic and his cowboy roommate were getting tighter and were quickly becoming best of friends. While they slept with each other and got each other off regularly, neither of the boys felt a need to take things further on an emotional level.

For Vic, the “friends with benefits” thing was a new concept, and he enjoyed it. As Hunter so accurately described it, “all the fun with none of the pressure or expectations.”

Labor Day weekend was coming up, and that meant three days away from training, and Hunter was thrilled. He told Vic they were going to Splash Days out on Lake Travis and Hippie Hollow. Vic cocked his head with a questioning look.

“Dude—Splash Days is a big ol’ gay party out on Lake Travis. Hippie Hollow is a nude beach that’s about 99% gay for the weekend. We’re gonna help you get rid o’ yer white-ass tan lines!”

Friday night, after the boys-only session at the pool, Jerry and a few of the other guys invited Vic and Hunter to join them for pizza. Hunter declined for both and told them it was Splash weekend, and they were going downtown for some dancing.

As they were heading back to the dorm, Jerry caught up with the boys and asked if he could join them. Hunter stopped in his tracks and said, “Dude, we’re gonna be dancin’ at Rain. Rain is a gay bar—dude, yer straight—and a total hottie. You’d be getting’ hit on by twinks and daddies all night. Some of ‘em’ll be feelin’ you up, too. You cool with that?”

“Hunter. Hunter. Hunter. Not all of us are from back-asswards Texas. I’m from Dallas. My best friend in high school was gay. He would take me to JR’s in Oak Lawn all the time. With our fake ID’s, we’d dance all night. It was a blast. And just so you know, I’m cool with my hetero-ness and can handle a few hands on my magnificent ass. Besides, there are always hot straight chicks at gay bars. It’ll be a blast!”

Vic just shook his head. “Dude, what the fuck? Do I get a surprise or a shock every day I’m here?”

Jerry laughed and put his arm around Vic’s shoulder. Dude, it’s a pleasure, a joy, and a kick-in-the-ass to put our Yankee visitors in a place where their preconceived notions about us Texans are chipped away little by little.”

“Asshole! Hey, two questions. First, why don’t you have a funny accent like my cowboy compadre here?”

“Vic, Hunter doesn’t have all that much of an accent, even though he’s from West Texas. Now you, on the other hand—”

“I don’t have an accent! I’ve never had an accent!”

“Whatever, Yankee boy! What’s your second question for Jer?”

Vic looked at Jerry with a serious face. “Are you telling me I could’ve been grabbing your hot straight-boy ass all this time, and it would have been cool?”

The three boys were howling with laughter as they headed into the elevator. Vic told Jerry to meet them at 10:30 at the front door to catch the Uber he had ordered earlier in the day.

All three met as planned and looked great. Hunter had his black skinny jeans and a burnt-orange Longhorn tee that hugged tight on his pecs and hung loosely from there down. Jerry had on grey skinny jeans and a Maroon 5 tee. Vic had on a pair of deep burgundy skinny jeans and a white v-neck that was now about a half-size too small from the conditioning and weight training that had been taking place.

It only took about fifteen minutes for the guys to arrive at Fourth Street and Rain. There was already a bit of a line outside. When the guys got to the door, their IDs were checked. Jerry, who was 21, paid his cover and waited inside for the other two boys. Vic and Hunter paid their cover, and since they were under 21, they had large X’s drawn on the tops of their hands with Magic Markers. Vic wasn’t all that thrilled with the markings, but Hunter assured him they would be gone by the time they had to go to the next practice Monday morning.

The music was thumping, and the lights were pulsing to the beat. The three boys immediately started dancing as they made their way to the dance floor, which was packed with hot boys moving to the dance mix of Kylie Minogue’s “Time Bomb.”

It only took about ten minutes for the three boys to work up quite a sweat. Hunter was the first boy on the floor to peel off his tee-shirt, and his two friends quickly followed suit. That caused quite a roar of approval from the other boys surrounding them, and soon, nearly half the boys had also peeled off their shirts and tucked them into the back of their pants.

The energy inside the club was palpable, and after another ten minutes of dancing full out, the boys moved off the dance floor and went to the back terrace to have some water and chill out a bit. Vic was having a blast. He decided the best thing about Austin bars was the lack of smoke. The city had a smoking ban in all public spaces, including bars, restaurants, and public parks.

The boys had a blast and were by far among the hottest in the club. After a couple of hours dancing their asses off, they decided to call it a night. Hunter texted for an Uber as they finished one last glass of ice water. Jerry and Vic tipped the bartender generously, which was much appreciated.

As the boys were waiting for their car, Vic asked Jerry if he had a good time. “Oh, fuck yeah! The energy in there was awesome as shit! And if I do say so myself, from the perspective of a hetero, you boys were the hottest things in there!”

Vic grinned from ear-to-ear as Hunter hooted a “Fuck, yeah!”

On the way back to campus, Hunter asked the driver to stop at Walgreen’s, so he could pick up some sunscreen. The driver pulled into the parking lot, and Hunter ran in and got some top-rate sunscreen. The last thing they needed was sun-burnt asses and dicks for the Monday morning workout.

While Hunter was in the store, Vic asked Jerry if he got groped as much as he did. “Probably, especially on the dance floor. I lost count of how many twinks were dry-humping me. It’s all good. I see it as a total compliment.”

“You coming to Hippie Hollow with us tomorrow?”

“Oh, Hell no! I’ll dance with the pretty boys, but I gotta draw the line at showin’ my junk!”

“I’ve seen your junk, dude. It ain’t all that!”

“Whatever, Yankee boy! We all can’t be blessed like you and the cowboy! Speakin’ of which, are you two an item now?”

“Hey, I’ll never tell!”

“Ha! You just did!”

Vic looked up and saw the Uber driver trying to suppress a laugh. He started to blush, which only egged Jerry on.

“And that red tint to your face only confirms it!”

“It’s not what you think, dude. Seriously!”

Just in the nick of time, Hunter hopped into the front seat of the car, and the boys were soon on their way back to the dorm. Once in their room, Hunter and Vic shed their clothes and admired each other’s bodies.

“Damn, Yankee boy! You sure know yer way around a dance floor! You were hot as fuck tonight!”

“You too, cowboy! Where’d you learn those moves?”

“Aww, when I’d get bored at the ranch, I’d dance and prance around with the sheep!”

“You dufus! Get over here. Looking at all those hot boys made me super horny tonight. How about you?” Hunter gave Vic his signature seduction look, stepped to his roomie, and began kissing him. Of course, being teenagers, it took mere seconds for their impressive cocks to fill out and start dueling for space between their lean and muscular bodies.

“Dude, I’m so fucking horny,” Hunter gasped as they broke their kiss for air. “My ass has an uncontrollable craving for some big Yankee dick. You good with that?”

“We’ve never—”

“Can’t think of a better time to start, dude. Follow me.”

Hunter led Vic into his room and laid down on top of him for a long, deep kiss. Tongues were doing their seductive dance as the boys began humping their leaking cocks together.

“Dude, you keep rubbing your cock against me, and I’m gonna nut real soon.”

“Good. Then you’ll last longer when you fuck me!”

The boys went back to kissing and humping, and in no time at all, their hot and creamy essence filled any available space between them. Hunter kept the grinding motion going, and neither boy lost their erections.

Hunter pulled himself off Vic and scooped up a large amount of cum, slathering it onto Vic’s hard cock. He scooped up even more and worked it into his more-than-ready ass.

“Holy fuck, cowboy. That’s hot as shit!”

“Not as hot as this big boy is gonna feel inside me,” Hunter growled as he covered Vic’s cock with even more of their slick cum. “You ready?”

“Fuck yeah!”

Hunter squatted over his roomie and grabbed onto the eight-inches of Freshman dick, aiming for his cum-lubed hole. He slowly lowered himself onto Vic’s thick cock, pausing a couple of times to get used to the thickness.

“Jesus Vic! That feels amazin’!”

Panting already, Vic could only answer with, “Fuuuuuuuuuck!”

When Vic bottomed out, he tilted his head back and closed his eyes, overcome with pleasure. “Nice—so fuckin’ nice!

Hunter leaned forward, placing his hands on the firm pecs in front of him. He began to move Vic’s cock in and out, squeezing his ass on the way up and dropping down full force.

“Oh! [gasp] Fuck! [gasp] Feels [gasp] gooooooood! [moan]” Within minutes, both boys were moaning and grunting at the top of their lungs. Vic was blown away by the control Hunter had over his muscular ass and was quite happy that things have moved to this point.

After a few minutes, Hunter pulled up on Vic’s cock and held himself there. “Pound me, Yankee boy! Fuck the cum outta me!”

Vic leaned on his elbows for leverage and began humping into that amazing cowboy ass while Hunter placed his arms slightly to the back, leaning into Vic’s thrusting cock. The new angle caused a pounding on his prostate right along with his throbbing ass.

The moaning and groaning intensified as Vic kept up his frantic pace. Both boys were covered in sweat, and their muscles looked even more defined with the shiny sheen. It was indeed a sight to behold!

With the upward curve in Hunter’s cock, the head was pointing nearly straight up as he began shooting torrent and torrent of scalding cum in a glorious hands-free nut. Each shot flew straight up and landed on the boys in a rain-shower of cum. Between Hunter’s orgasmic screams and the clenching ass on cock, Vic could hold off no longer and began to shoot the largest load of his life into the cowboy.

Entirely spent, Hunter lowered himself, and Vic’s cock was once again completely buried deep in the warm and tight ass. No words were spoken, and the only sound that could be heard was the steady thumping of the bass in their neighbor’s stereo.

“I guess we were a little loud, cowboy!” Hunter giggled and lowered himself to Vic for a nice post-fuck kiss.

“Wow, that was fuckin’ amazing. Best fuck I ever had, dude!”

“I’ll say! You covered the whole bed with your nut!”

Vic’s cock softened and slipped out of Hunter’s ass. Hunter suggested they sleep in the other bed, and after relaxing in each other’s arms a bit longer, both boys moved to the other bedroom and spooned as they quickly fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, the boys woke up at a leisurely 8:30 and did their business before heading down to the cafeteria for a hearty breakfast. Vic was quiet and thinking a lot about the nude beach trip planned for the day.

“You okay, Yankee boy? Did last night bother you or somethin’?”

“Oh, no! Last night was awesome! I’m just thinking about being nude in public. Something I’ve never done before. I guess I’m just a little nervous about the whole thing.”

Hunter leaned into Vic and spoke softly. “Dude! Really?? You stand in front of hundreds of people in that skimpy Speedo. And trust me, you aren’t hidin’ much at all—‘specially with the size of that awesome dick. This is like a half-step beyond what people see when yer standin’ on the block!”

“Well, shit! When you put it that way, I guess you’re right. How the Hell did a West Texas cowboy get so damned smart?”

“Fuck you!”

This time, Vic leaned into Hunter, speaking softly, “Oh, don’t worry, tonight you will!”

Hunter wiggled his eyebrows and gave Vic a wicked little grin. The boys finished their breakfast and headed back to the room. As had become their new habit, as soon as the door closed, both boys stripped down and admired each other’s bodies.

Hunter reached down and cupped Vic’s balls in his hand. “Yankee boy, we got us three hours before we hafta leave. You horny now?”

Vic reached down and grabbed the cowboy’s already hard cock. “Why don’t you come with me and find out?”

Leading the way, Vic led them both into Hunter’s bed, which still smelled of the previous night’s sex.

“What’re we doin’ in here?”

“Your bed is already cummy. I can still smell last night’s fucking on the sheets, and that’s hot as fuck. Now, get me ready, and then give me your hot dick!”

And that’s just what Hunter did. After several minutes of kissing, humping, and sucking, he threw Vic’s legs up in the air and dove in, attacking his roomie’s ass with an expert rim job and tongue-fucking.

It didn’t take long at all for Vic to being thrashing about on the bed, grabbing handfuls of sheets, and begging for some cowboy cock. “Now, Hunter! I need it now!”

Hunter smiled and sat on his knees as he lined his dripping cock with Vic’s wet hole. As he started easing himself in, he asked if he needed some lube. “Fuck no, cowboy. Give it to me—just go easy. It’s been a while.”

He slowly eased into the tightness, pulling back out to the head and stopping to allow Vic to relax and get used to his thickness. What Vic discovered as his ass was being filled was that the slight upward curve of Hunter’s cock was at the perfect angle to stroke and press against his prostate. Each time cock met gland, a moan reverberated from Vic that seemed to begin in his toes.

Once he felt his pubic bone press against the muscular orbs of Vic’s ass, Hunter held himself all the way in and began a slow, circular motion with his hips. This was something Vic had never felt before, and it was driving him crazy with passion.

“Oh, fuck! Ohhh fuuuuck! Do it now, cowboy! Fuck me hard, dude!”

And he did just as he was asked. Hunter began pounding Vic at a rapid pace, assaulting his prostate mercilessly. Vic couldn’t believe what Hunter was doing to his ass, and the sensations were causing him to thrash about on the bed while grabbing handfuls of sheets.

Both boys were now dripping with sweat, and anyone close to the room had no doubt that the boys were having fantastic sex. Vic’s throbbing cock was harder than it’s ever been and was bouncing up and down, yet never coming in contact with his taut abs.

After just a few more minutes of Hunter’s relentless fucking, it was Vic’s turn to spray the bed with his powerful nut, and the contractions in his ass were all Hunter needed to fill him with shot after shot of scalding hot cum.

Hunter fell forward and collapsed on top of Vic, panting and entirely spent. The boys kissed and took a few minutes to recover.

“Let’s clean up and get ready to meet Daniel and Jonathan. They’re gonna meet us in front of the dorm in about a half-hour.”

Hunter’s softening cock slipped out of Vic, and they hopped out of bed.

“Jesus Vic, you came all over the fuckin’ floor, dude! Damn!’

Vic giggled and thanked Hunter for the awesome fuck as the two boys headed to their showers. He felt some cowboy cum leaking out of his ass and picked up his pace so that he wouldn’t drip onto the floor.

He stepped into the shower and adjusted the water, so it was warm but not too hot. While soaping up, Vic couldn’t believe how incredible sex with Hunter was. He always thought sex with Gavin was the best, but this was so far beyond anything he had ever experienced before. Maybe it was because sex with Hunter was just that—sex. There was no pressure to maintain a romantic relationship. Yeah, that had to be the difference.

Thinking about the sex he had with Hunter just now and last night had Vic’s teenage hormones going, and he found his cock hard and throbbing once again. He started stroking, feeling the need to bust another nut and thinking that the last thing he needed was to pop wood at a nude beach.

Vic stroked hard and fast and sent another load of cum down the drain in a surprisingly short time. He finished his shower and dried off. He walked out to his room and found a skimpy Speedo and slipped it on before throwing on some cargo shorts and an almost too small “I Like Dick” t-shirt. He figured if it were a big gay party, no one would be shocked.

He walked out into the living room and found Hunter sprawled on the sofa in his own cargo shorts and a form-fitting tank top that made Vic blush. It said, “Boys. Free Protein Shakes,” with an arrow pointing down to his dick.

Hunter loaded his bag with sunscreen, towels, and several bottles of water. He told Vic that Daniel and Jonathan would probably be smoking some pot on the way up but to make sure he didn’t partake if he was so inclined. The coaching staff will be doing some random drug testing when they returned to practice after the holiday weekend—at least that’s what usually happens.

They made their way downstairs when Hunter got a text from Daniel saying they were parked in front of the dorm. The boys climbed into the back seat of the Lexus SUV and headed to Hippie Hollow.

When they arrived, they found one of the last parking spots left and made their way down the trail to the beach. Now, when Vic was told they were going to a beach, he, of course, thought it would be like the beach he was used to on the Cape. He was surprised to find that there was indeed a small strip of beach by the water, but most people were finding spots on the numerous large, flat-top rocks that lined the hillside around the lake.

The four boys found space fairly close to the water on one large rock that could easily accommodate the entire group. Vic was a little disappointed that there would be little, if any, swimming as the shore was packed with boats filled with partyers.

When the boys arrived at their rock, they began to strip down. As each one exposed their goods, there were cheers from the boys in the boats. Jonathan and Daniel, regulars at the nude beach, had no tan lines and weren’t bothered by the attention. On the other hand, Vic and Hunter sported their impressive erections and got the loudest cheers between the four.

Vic and Hunter laid face-down at first and helped each other with their sunscreen. “Damn, Yankee boy—you got yerself one lily-white ass. Don’t worry, though. We’ll keep them cheeks nice and coated so they won’t burn!”

It turned out to be a wonderful, relaxing time for all. Vic found the nudity to be a non-issue after about ten minutes. The only thing that he found to be a bit awkward was Jonathan’s long looks at his roommate. It seemed he didn’t want the summer fling with Hunter to end as much as the cowboy did. Vic began to feel bad for Jonathan as he would see the sad longing in his eyes.

About two hours into their sunbathing, Hunter and Daniel decided to head up to the trees to take a piss, leaving Jonathan and Vic alone. “So, Vic. Are you and Hunter messing around now?”

“Wha—What do you mean?”

“No, it’s cool. That’s how he and I spent the summer. The boy has an insatiable sex drive.”

“Well, yeah—I guess you could say that.”

Jonathan smiled and leaned into Vic, “Just don’t lose your heart like I did. It’ll get you nothing in return. Hunter’s heart is only for one person and no one, and I mean no one will ever be able to penetrate it.”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s not for me to say, but ask him about Jaime. That’s who has his heart. But I—and now you—get to have his body.”

Jonathan’s eyes began to well up with unshed tears. Vic took him into his arms and told him things would get better with time.

“I’m sorry. I’m looking like a fool. I couldn’t help it. I totally fell in love with Hunter, and he couldn’t go there with me. But I will do whatever I can to keep our friendship. I’d rather have him in my life this way than not at all.”

“Hey. Thanks for the heads up. I think I’ll be okay. I’m just not in a place right now where I want a boyfriend, so it’s working out pretty good for us.”

“I’m glad for you, I guess. But I’m jealous a bit, too. I just need to learn to be more comfortable around him, so we can let the friendship grow back and work out again.”

“Look, dude—you’re good-looking, an awfully sweet guy, and from what I’ve heard, you have a lot to offer. I promise there’s someone out there for you—just like I know there’s someone out there for me. And they say that dude is going to show up in front of us when we least expect it.”

“Yeah. You know, I’ve been trying so fucking hard to hate you, but the more I get to know you, the harder it is not to see how cool you are. I hope we can be friends, too—and I promise to stop giving you those awkward looks.”

Jonathan sniffed again and pulled away from Vic’s arms. “I’m gonna lay on my stomach, so the guys don’t see that I’ve been a big fucking baby while they’ve been gone.”

About two hours later, Vic and Hunter were in the car's back seat as Daniel pulled up to the front of the dorm. Fist bumps, then hugs, then kisses were shared, and the swimmers made their way to the cafeteria before heading upstairs.

They were starving and had a hearty dinner and then made their way up to their room. As soon as they closed their door, the clothes came off. Both boys were happy not to have burnt their asses in the sun. They grabbed some water and went to the sofa.

“Hey Hunter, I had a nice talk with Jonathan while you and Daniel went to the trees. Man, he still has it bad for you. But he’ll be fine. It’s just going to take some time.”

“Yeah. I hated endin’ things, but I couldn’t give JonJon what he wanted, ya know.”

“You want to talk about it?”

“Not really.”

“There is someone, isn’t there?”

Hunter paused and went deep into thought. “Yeah. There is. Jaime Vega. We became best friends in middle school, and from that time, things just got tighter and tighter—until graduation.”

“What happened at graduation?”

“Well, Jaime was the youngest of three boys. His oldest brother, Frank, joined the Army right after 9-11 happened. A few years later, his other brother signed up. Said he owed it to Frank.” Hunter paused and took a deep breath.

“Carlos didn’t make it back. He was driving a supply truck, and it got hit by an IED. Carlos’ dyin’ tore up Jaime. At graduation, instead of coming to school with me, he signed up. Said he owed it to Carlos. It broke my heart, but I couldn’t stop him. He would never forgive me. Of course, he had to make it into Special Ops, so our contact is pretty limited.

“The last night we were together, he made me promise not to wait for him, that if someone came along, I should go for it. Well, that pissed me off. I sure as fuck wasn’t going to let him break us up. Jaime finally agreed that we would stay together while he was in Afghanistan, but he made me promise to have as much no-strings sex as I could since he figured I would probably explode if I went celibate.”

Hunter paused as silent tears began falling down his face. Vic took him in his arms and let his roommate cry.

“I’m sorry, dude. I feel like a fool now. You don’t have to do this.”

“Hey cowboy, you took care of me when I was going through my shit. I get to take care of you, too.” The boys just sat on the sofa, completely naked, and held on to each other. “How about a movie? I’ll make some popcorn, and we can just chill for the night.”

“Whaddya got?”

“Let’s see what’s on Pay-per-View.”

Vic scrolled through the list, and they decided on The Avengers. He went into the kitchen and threw a pack of popcorn into the microwave. In just a few minutes, they were into the film and munching on popcorn.

The boys were sitting side by side on the sofa with the popcorn between them. When it was gone, Hunter moved the bowl to the other side and casually placed his hand on Vic’s crotch. Being eighteen, his cock quickly responded, and Vic placed his hand on Hunter’s semi—which wasn’t a semi for long.

The strokes were intermittent and slow. Neither boy was trying to get the other off. It was just something comfortable and relaxing. But when the movie ended, Vic took Hunter’s hand and led him into his room. Without saying a word, they settled into a sixty-nine and finished off each other. Hunter shifted and took Vic’s head in his hands while they shared a kiss as well as the remnants of each other’s nut.

“Hey, sorry about losin’ it earlier. It’s kinda embarrassin’ cuz I don’t usually share that personal shit.”

“That’s why it’s so fucking cool that we get to be here for each other. And honestly, I’m so happy that you have someone like Jaime in your life. And as long as he’s cool about what we’re up to, then I’m cool with it, too. It’s a little different for me to be in this kind of thing, but I’m going with the idea that this is a semester of new things.”

Vic got another glimpse into Hunter’s feelings for Jaime as the tears started again. “I just miss him so much. For me, it’s just been easier to not talk about him and do my thing.”

“Roll over, cowboy. I get to be the big spoon tonight.”

Vic wrapped his arms around his roomie as he sniffed and let out a big, relaxing sigh. Within minutes, both boys were sound asleep.

Practice with the coaches resumed on Tuesday with more evaluations and adjustments to the swimmer’s technique and strokes. On Friday, the coaches had finished setting up everyone’s training routines and announced that they were on their own for the next eight weeks. NCAA rules only allowed the coaches a brief time with the athletes in the fall. They would be back with the team two weeks before Thanksgiving break to prepare them for the season.

Classes went well for both boys. Jerry, Hunter, and Vic worked with each other on their training regimens and tracked their improvement for their coaches. As far as the sexual activities went, Vic pulled himself away since he felt a little uncomfortable messing around when Hunter was so in love with Jaime.

They would still have their fun times and rarely wore clothing in their room. Vic totally enjoyed the life of a nudist both in the room and on several trips to the Hollow. By the time the team was reunited with the coaching staff, Vic had no tan lines at all.

The boys didn’t particularly enjoy getting up early again for their first practice back with the coaches but were dressed out and ready to go at 5:30 a.m. Like the first day of training at the beginning of the year, everyone swam their races for the staff and were reevaluated.

The three boys had made significant improvement, and their coach was thrilled. He felt that he had the strongest medley team in the conference and probably one of the nation's top five.

Vic and Hunter were on top of the world by the time Thanksgiving break rolled around. Vic had decided not to go back to the Cape since the break was too short for a good visit. Hunter invited him to the ranch for the holiday, and Vic was quite excited to see his first ranch.

The drive to West Texas began right after the Wednesday practice since neither of them had any classes. Hunter rented a Ford Expedition for the trip since the weather could be pretty unpredictable at that time of year. They stopped for lunch in Amarillo, about an hour from home. The boys were jamming to Maroon 5’s “One More Night” and having a blast despite their horrible singing. The last thing Vic remembered was the sound of metal hitting metal and breaking glass before everything went black.