‘You’re such a tease. Going to bend you over and fill you up until your cries echo down the beach.’
Mark had a plan. Windsurf and get wet in more ways than one.
It didn’t matter that his so-called friends ghosted him. The road trip was still on.
The plan didn’t account for Bodhi. The hot, sunkissed, massive surf bro who took Mark under his wing. He’d teach Mark all the windsurfing tricks.
Like how to keep your balance on a board while being swallowed whole - It’s not gay when someone does it to you.
But the way Mark lingered in Bodhi’s arms? His desire to break Bodhi’s chill exterior by any means necessary?
That could get him in trouble. Deep, deep trouble.
Mark had a plan. Windsurf and get wet in more ways than one.
It didn’t matter that his so-called friends ghosted him. The road trip was still on.
The plan didn’t account for Bodhi. The hot, sunkissed, massive surf bro who took Mark under his wing. He’d teach Mark all the windsurfing tricks.
Like how to keep your balance on a board while being swallowed whole - It’s not gay when someone does it to you.
But the way Mark lingered in Bodhi’s arms? His desire to break Bodhi’s chill exterior by any means necessary?
That could get him in trouble. Deep, deep trouble.
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