Chapter 1: Patrick and Cole Meet up Again:
It was a beautiful and sunny day in Florida. This was the first time at my parents’ house in Hollywood Florida since I saw my straight best friend, Cole Russo. He had recently gotten married. Back since we were in high school, every summer, a few of us used to go spend a few weeks at my parent’s vacation house in Florida. Even after we attended different colleges, Cole went to Boston College, while I went to NYU. We still made it a mission every summer we would still head down to Florida.
We'd gone through a lot of changes since graduating from college. I would come out during my sophomore year in college and started working out regularly and eating healthy. I moved to San Francisco for work after graduating and was enjoying being in a city full of beautiful men and having a great sex life. Cole, on the other hand, went from being a male slut, fucking every college chick in the city to falling in love with Vanessa. She was the captain of her college cheerleading team and a typical sorority girl; she was able to tame Cole the slut bag that he once was.
I ended being his best man at their wedding in a nice little chapel in Charleston SC. I was thrilled to be part of their big day, since they ended up purchasing a home in the Atlanta suburbs and me living in California, we hardly saw each other after that. During this time, after I moved across the country, my parents retired and moved to Spain to live their golden life. This resulted in them selling their home in Hollywood. With them selling the house, our summer getaways came to an end. During the next few years of marriage, Cole and Vanessa would spend their summers traveling the country with either their parents or there our married friends.
After a few years living in California, I was offered a great position with my company and relocated to New York City. Within the first few years of living in the city, I joined the gays men softball league and made a bunch of cool friends. Every summer, we would head out to Fire Island, and I became in love with the scene. Being out and proud and surrounded by tons of great looking, in shape men, I became a slut. Threesomes, orgies, you name it. Fire Island was just a big fuck fest. This became my yearly summer outing going forward.
It was the year I was going to celebrate my 30th birthday and I already had my Fire Island week planned with the crew, although one of them, Trevor, was backing out because he fell in love with a sexy Brazilian guy named Rodrigo and he wanted to take him to Brazil. Playing softball every summer, heading to Fire Island, I needed to keep my body in shape for all the boys, especially with the cute bottom Asian twinks I always ended up fucking. I was in the best shape of my life before my 30th birthday and on top of that, I was training for the NYC marathon.
Sometime after Memorial Day weekend, I got a call from my Cole, I haven’t really chatted with him for a very long time and was kind of shocked when he called me. It was awesome hearing from him, and even after all these years, it’s like time has never passed. We spoke for a very long time. "So, Patrick," he finally said. "One reason I'm calling is that Vanessa and I are going to Cape May for 4th of July week. I know its short notice, but we have an extra room. It was a nice, historical colonial house that one of their married couples owned. While it’s not Florida, it’s still a great place to hang out and celebrate our 30th together.” Cole and I were going to be 30 this year and he and I were only 3 weeks apart regarding our birthdays. He begged me to go, so we could at least celebrate it together. Our actual birthdays are in August, but I already had plans with the crew for Fire Island to celebrate it there.
"Fine," I said, "I will spend 4th of July with you and your straight married friends."
"Fucking awesome!" he shouted. "The house even has a heated pool and jacuzzi.” He was really selling it hard for me. “It'd be great to hang out again,” said Cole.
A few weeks later, I was driving down Route 9 to Cape May, looking at my GPS for the right house. I wanted to show off a little to Cole and his friends, how I made it, so I rented a Mercedes G-Class. Yeah, NYC made me into a little bit of a diva, I will say. Cole saw me pull up and had walked down to greet me, with open arms and a long ass hug. He looked at my car and rolled his eyes and laughed.
After hugging Cole, I realized how much I missed my best friend in the world and why did it take this trip to hang out again. I am not going to lie, when we were in College, I use to lust over Cole and his body. Back in High School and College, Cole was all about playing sports. He was the captain of the football team and baseball team, both in High school and College. He was an extremely good-looking guy, muscular from playing sports and use to be a total gym rat. If you had to picture what Cole looked like, just picture Italian male model Pietro Boselli. After releasing from our hug, I felt a major tightness in Calvin Klein briefs.
However, married life had put on a few pounds for Cole. I wouldn’t say he is fat but had that “I been married to a woman tiny beer belly going on”. Still his body was still hot and that ASS!! Holy shit, his ass has grown a little, he might give rapper Pitbull a run for his money. The type of guys I prefer, when it comes to topping, I prefer the Asian Twinks that beg for my 7.5 uncut cock to be slammed into their tight asses. When I bottom, my go to are the hunky and manly Puerto Rican or Dominican guys from Washington Heights. Their big and long uncut cuts and their attitudes drive me crazy when they pound my ass. Cole, who is Italian, has that perfect olive skin completion and can easily tan within a few seconds. However, my paste pale Irish ass, I struggle not to get a major sunburn lol.
"Great to see you Patty," he whispered into my ears. "You as well," I said.
He guided me through the house and introduced to the two couples who were also sharing this beautiful beach house with, right next to the ocean before tossing me a beer.
"Here you go Patty, I went out and got you light beer." Cole liked to call Patty since we were young. Cole made a snarky remark about when he handed me the bud light. I typically don’t drink beer, due to the calories and feeling bloated, so light beers were the best option if I had to drink them. My drink of choice typically is Moscow Mule.
Prior to coming down here, I sucked a few cocks at the sauna and fucked a few Asian boys, to keep me in check for the week. Even though Cole has let his body go a little, I noticed after he took off his shirt later that night, he had the perfect amount of chest hair. Just the right amount and you can tell he was trimming it and that drove me crazy. In College, Cole use to shave his chest, but now…FUCK… He was still the same Cole I knew growing up, sarcastic, funny, witty and was the life of the party. Some of the many reasons he bedded so many girls in college and so many married housewives as well.
Towards the middle of the week, on a warm late night, Cole and I were up after everyone else had long gone to bed. We were just drinking on the beach, watching the waves. "Thanks for coming, Patty." he said, he was starting to slur his words after drinking for 10 hours straight, but not fully wasted. Cole always was able to handle his liquor.
"No problem" Even with light beer, after hours of drinking and partying, it caught up to me. Cole went on to say, "Spending your 4th of July week with a bunch of boring, straight married couples, wasn’t your ideal plan huh?” "Your friends are really fun to hang out with," I informed him. But Cole notice a while ago, how out of place I felt to be the only, not just single, but gay single at this party.
A few minutes went by, and Cole looked me straight in the eyes and asked with a very serious expression on him, "Be honest, Patty, who's more fun? Your softball Fire Island friends or us?"
"The Fire Island crew duh!" These words just vomited out of my mouth so quickly that I laughed when I said it. "Dam mother fucker, you didn’t even give it a minute to think about it." Cole snorted, and I laughed. The conversation turned more serious, and Cole wanted to ask me another question. "I was wondering if one of these days you wouldn't mind your old boring best friend to come visit you and party on Fire Island, I'd love to hang out there. See what it's all about, heard its very beautiful.”
Ever since I came out, Cole has always been supported of me, but we did live separate lives now and the question really caught me off guard, so much that I spit out my beer "What?" I looked at him with a confusing look.
"I'm serious! Maybe I could come during your yearly summer outing to Fire Island and see that side of your life. See how you gays party, we can celebrate our 30th together as well!"
I gave Cole a very strange look and said very nervously, "I don't think this is a good idea, Cole.” "Come on, Patty, nothing can shock me. Hell, Vanessa and I watch porn together and we even watched a few with two guys and a girl!" Cole went on to say, that he and Vanessa watched that HBO movie “The Normal Heart” and remembered the opening scene of Fire Island.
"WTF, really?" Like I said, Cole caught me off guard with this. He went on to say, that with his permission, Vanessa still likes to hook up with women once every blue moon. He even went on to say, that he has joined them a few times. Vanessa is a freak, something that shocked me. Cole smiled and was looking at me straight into my eyes, knowing that this information caught me off guard, "Yep, eating pussy still turns her on and watching me eating another pussy puts her on overdrive and in the end, I get the best sex ever and she even lets me fuck her in her ass!”
Still looking straight at Cole "I have a feeling you're going to be bored and very disappointed about Fire Island, is not as wild as you're picturing it." "That means I can tag along?" Cole asked like a little kid waiting to open presents on Christmas day. "Really, I won't cock block you Patty, it's just that I feel you never shown me that part of yourself before around me. It's been that way since college. It’s like you’re a secret spy, living a double secret life." Cole went on to say that recently new neighbors move in next door, a gay married couple in their late 40’s. They became good friends with Vanessa and invite them over to hang out in their jacuzzi often.
"I don’t live a double life" I stated. "But I do understand what you mean. I truly feel like myself, where I can feel free and safe with people just like me." I looked into the clear sky and thought for a few seconds, trying to think of any reasons to scare off Cole for coming to Fire Island, but instead I told him, "We do have a spare room in house. I'll check with the crew if they’re ok with it."
Cole and I cheered our beers together and he stated. "Fire." Trying to act young and cool lol.
It was a beautiful and sunny day in Florida. This was the first time at my parents’ house in Hollywood Florida since I saw my straight best friend, Cole Russo. He had recently gotten married. Back since we were in high school, every summer, a few of us used to go spend a few weeks at my parent’s vacation house in Florida. Even after we attended different colleges, Cole went to Boston College, while I went to NYU. We still made it a mission every summer we would still head down to Florida.
We'd gone through a lot of changes since graduating from college. I would come out during my sophomore year in college and started working out regularly and eating healthy. I moved to San Francisco for work after graduating and was enjoying being in a city full of beautiful men and having a great sex life. Cole, on the other hand, went from being a male slut, fucking every college chick in the city to falling in love with Vanessa. She was the captain of her college cheerleading team and a typical sorority girl; she was able to tame Cole the slut bag that he once was.
I ended being his best man at their wedding in a nice little chapel in Charleston SC. I was thrilled to be part of their big day, since they ended up purchasing a home in the Atlanta suburbs and me living in California, we hardly saw each other after that. During this time, after I moved across the country, my parents retired and moved to Spain to live their golden life. This resulted in them selling their home in Hollywood. With them selling the house, our summer getaways came to an end. During the next few years of marriage, Cole and Vanessa would spend their summers traveling the country with either their parents or there our married friends.
After a few years living in California, I was offered a great position with my company and relocated to New York City. Within the first few years of living in the city, I joined the gays men softball league and made a bunch of cool friends. Every summer, we would head out to Fire Island, and I became in love with the scene. Being out and proud and surrounded by tons of great looking, in shape men, I became a slut. Threesomes, orgies, you name it. Fire Island was just a big fuck fest. This became my yearly summer outing going forward.
It was the year I was going to celebrate my 30th birthday and I already had my Fire Island week planned with the crew, although one of them, Trevor, was backing out because he fell in love with a sexy Brazilian guy named Rodrigo and he wanted to take him to Brazil. Playing softball every summer, heading to Fire Island, I needed to keep my body in shape for all the boys, especially with the cute bottom Asian twinks I always ended up fucking. I was in the best shape of my life before my 30th birthday and on top of that, I was training for the NYC marathon.
Sometime after Memorial Day weekend, I got a call from my Cole, I haven’t really chatted with him for a very long time and was kind of shocked when he called me. It was awesome hearing from him, and even after all these years, it’s like time has never passed. We spoke for a very long time. "So, Patrick," he finally said. "One reason I'm calling is that Vanessa and I are going to Cape May for 4th of July week. I know its short notice, but we have an extra room. It was a nice, historical colonial house that one of their married couples owned. While it’s not Florida, it’s still a great place to hang out and celebrate our 30th together.” Cole and I were going to be 30 this year and he and I were only 3 weeks apart regarding our birthdays. He begged me to go, so we could at least celebrate it together. Our actual birthdays are in August, but I already had plans with the crew for Fire Island to celebrate it there.
"Fine," I said, "I will spend 4th of July with you and your straight married friends."
"Fucking awesome!" he shouted. "The house even has a heated pool and jacuzzi.” He was really selling it hard for me. “It'd be great to hang out again,” said Cole.
A few weeks later, I was driving down Route 9 to Cape May, looking at my GPS for the right house. I wanted to show off a little to Cole and his friends, how I made it, so I rented a Mercedes G-Class. Yeah, NYC made me into a little bit of a diva, I will say. Cole saw me pull up and had walked down to greet me, with open arms and a long ass hug. He looked at my car and rolled his eyes and laughed.
After hugging Cole, I realized how much I missed my best friend in the world and why did it take this trip to hang out again. I am not going to lie, when we were in College, I use to lust over Cole and his body. Back in High School and College, Cole was all about playing sports. He was the captain of the football team and baseball team, both in High school and College. He was an extremely good-looking guy, muscular from playing sports and use to be a total gym rat. If you had to picture what Cole looked like, just picture Italian male model Pietro Boselli. After releasing from our hug, I felt a major tightness in Calvin Klein briefs.
However, married life had put on a few pounds for Cole. I wouldn’t say he is fat but had that “I been married to a woman tiny beer belly going on”. Still his body was still hot and that ASS!! Holy shit, his ass has grown a little, he might give rapper Pitbull a run for his money. The type of guys I prefer, when it comes to topping, I prefer the Asian Twinks that beg for my 7.5 uncut cock to be slammed into their tight asses. When I bottom, my go to are the hunky and manly Puerto Rican or Dominican guys from Washington Heights. Their big and long uncut cuts and their attitudes drive me crazy when they pound my ass. Cole, who is Italian, has that perfect olive skin completion and can easily tan within a few seconds. However, my paste pale Irish ass, I struggle not to get a major sunburn lol.
"Great to see you Patty," he whispered into my ears. "You as well," I said.
He guided me through the house and introduced to the two couples who were also sharing this beautiful beach house with, right next to the ocean before tossing me a beer.
"Here you go Patty, I went out and got you light beer." Cole liked to call Patty since we were young. Cole made a snarky remark about when he handed me the bud light. I typically don’t drink beer, due to the calories and feeling bloated, so light beers were the best option if I had to drink them. My drink of choice typically is Moscow Mule.
Prior to coming down here, I sucked a few cocks at the sauna and fucked a few Asian boys, to keep me in check for the week. Even though Cole has let his body go a little, I noticed after he took off his shirt later that night, he had the perfect amount of chest hair. Just the right amount and you can tell he was trimming it and that drove me crazy. In College, Cole use to shave his chest, but now…FUCK… He was still the same Cole I knew growing up, sarcastic, funny, witty and was the life of the party. Some of the many reasons he bedded so many girls in college and so many married housewives as well.
Towards the middle of the week, on a warm late night, Cole and I were up after everyone else had long gone to bed. We were just drinking on the beach, watching the waves. "Thanks for coming, Patty." he said, he was starting to slur his words after drinking for 10 hours straight, but not fully wasted. Cole always was able to handle his liquor.
"No problem" Even with light beer, after hours of drinking and partying, it caught up to me. Cole went on to say, "Spending your 4th of July week with a bunch of boring, straight married couples, wasn’t your ideal plan huh?” "Your friends are really fun to hang out with," I informed him. But Cole notice a while ago, how out of place I felt to be the only, not just single, but gay single at this party.
A few minutes went by, and Cole looked me straight in the eyes and asked with a very serious expression on him, "Be honest, Patty, who's more fun? Your softball Fire Island friends or us?"
"The Fire Island crew duh!" These words just vomited out of my mouth so quickly that I laughed when I said it. "Dam mother fucker, you didn’t even give it a minute to think about it." Cole snorted, and I laughed. The conversation turned more serious, and Cole wanted to ask me another question. "I was wondering if one of these days you wouldn't mind your old boring best friend to come visit you and party on Fire Island, I'd love to hang out there. See what it's all about, heard its very beautiful.”
Ever since I came out, Cole has always been supported of me, but we did live separate lives now and the question really caught me off guard, so much that I spit out my beer "What?" I looked at him with a confusing look.
"I'm serious! Maybe I could come during your yearly summer outing to Fire Island and see that side of your life. See how you gays party, we can celebrate our 30th together as well!"
I gave Cole a very strange look and said very nervously, "I don't think this is a good idea, Cole.” "Come on, Patty, nothing can shock me. Hell, Vanessa and I watch porn together and we even watched a few with two guys and a girl!" Cole went on to say, that he and Vanessa watched that HBO movie “The Normal Heart” and remembered the opening scene of Fire Island.
"WTF, really?" Like I said, Cole caught me off guard with this. He went on to say, that with his permission, Vanessa still likes to hook up with women once every blue moon. He even went on to say, that he has joined them a few times. Vanessa is a freak, something that shocked me. Cole smiled and was looking at me straight into my eyes, knowing that this information caught me off guard, "Yep, eating pussy still turns her on and watching me eating another pussy puts her on overdrive and in the end, I get the best sex ever and she even lets me fuck her in her ass!”
Still looking straight at Cole "I have a feeling you're going to be bored and very disappointed about Fire Island, is not as wild as you're picturing it." "That means I can tag along?" Cole asked like a little kid waiting to open presents on Christmas day. "Really, I won't cock block you Patty, it's just that I feel you never shown me that part of yourself before around me. It's been that way since college. It’s like you’re a secret spy, living a double secret life." Cole went on to say that recently new neighbors move in next door, a gay married couple in their late 40’s. They became good friends with Vanessa and invite them over to hang out in their jacuzzi often.
"I don’t live a double life" I stated. "But I do understand what you mean. I truly feel like myself, where I can feel free and safe with people just like me." I looked into the clear sky and thought for a few seconds, trying to think of any reasons to scare off Cole for coming to Fire Island, but instead I told him, "We do have a spare room in house. I'll check with the crew if they’re ok with it."
Cole and I cheered our beers together and he stated. "Fire." Trying to act young and cool lol.