Beach Boys: Erotic Encounters with the Gay Boys of Summer by Various Authors

Author:Various Authors [Authors, Various]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: erotic MM, Romance MM
Publisher: Ravenous Romance
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

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The End of the Earth

by Jen Bluekissed

“I can't just leave you here,” I said to Rodolfo as I caressed his muscled abs while he bent over. His straight black hair draped the side of his face as he positioned himself. “If you're not feeling well enough to sail, then I'll nurse you back to health,” I said. He lay on his back on our hostel's bed, his hand knotted in a fist over his stomach.

“No. You're going. I know you want to help me, Carlos, but we paid a lot of money for our spots on the sailboat. Enjoy it. Staying here won't help my stomachache.” Rodolfo turned away from me. As he moved his eyes to his new wedding ring, he fidgeted with it, slowly spinning it on the ring finger of his right hand. “I know you want to be a good husband, but I insist you have some fun. Listening to me retch isn't how you should have to spend the first full day of our honeymoon.”

I cuddled up beside him. With one hand on his chest, I kissed his tanned shoulder. The white tank top revealed the perfect place for a tender kiss. “And you shouldn't spend the first full day of our honeymoon alone, either.” Rodolfo's body wasn't as warm as I had expected. Any time he normally fell ill, my long time partner-now-husband ran a fever. “It was the pulpo gallego, wasn't it?” I said as I repeated the kiss over his shoulder blade.

“Sí, mi marido,” he said while adjusting his body into the fetal position. “Leave me alone. Really, you won't be able to help.”

Rodolfo's parents were originally from Santiago de Compostela, Spain, but they immigrated to the U.S. before he was born. Because I was a Spanish citizen, we were allowed to marry with full rights under Spanish law. The civil ceremony was performed in the autonomous region of Galicia in the coastal city of A Coruña the day before, and during our reception, we all partook in the regional dish of octopus cooked in the traditional Galician manner: with skin and suckers intact. All my family, gallegos by birth, and most of Rodolfo's family ate the pulpo without thinking twice. Rodolfo pretended to enjoy it, but the rubbery texture of the octopus didn't sit well with his digestive system. After the festivities all our family left the city for us to enjoy A Coruña's summer beaches alone as newlyweds. I left the hostel alone, still second-guessing my decision to heed my husband's insistence on suffering the stomach ailment alone while I sunbathed in the hot July sun.

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As a gay man, I paid little attention to the topless women soaking up solar rays on the beach. I smiled as I spread out a large towel over the sand. Whenever it wasn't raining, the people flocked to A Coruña's beaches before the next rain would ruin the otherwise nice day. I watched the Atlantic Ocean as I remembered

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