Perseverance - Sex Stories

Perseverance

... contributing moans and periodic whispers of, "Yes, yes. There, like that. Oh, fuck yes. You're so fuckin' big."

Unhappy and frustrated that he was getting no piece of the action, Sam moved away from the door and back to the rooftop bar two stories above.

What a waste of a beautiful young man, he was thinking. He knew, though, that Jordie would be back and that there would be other opportunities for them to converse--and, he hoped, someday, to hook up.

* * * *

Sam had another opportunity to connect with Jordie a couple of days later when he pulled a dayshift at the Rendezvous Hotel's rooftop bar. Jordie was there, at the same table, again initially alone, and looking oh so sexy in white gauzy harem pants showing that he was wearing a red pouch jockstrap underneath, and a sexy red mesh crop-top athletic T-shirt, showing off how cut his torso was. His feet were covered with open-toed sandals, and there was a beach bag in the chair next to him with a beach towel peeking out of.

"Waiting for someone again?" Sam asked, knowing full well the young man wouldn't be here if he wasn't hooking up with another man.

"Yes, again."

"My name is Sam."

"Yes, I remember." Jordie was wearing dark sunglasses, he turned and pushed them down on his nose, taking a good look at the waiter, showing that he wasn't ignoring him. "I don't think I'd forget you." Was he flirting? Sam's stomach knotted and he took the risk.

"You look like you're off to the beach."

"Yes, I think ...

... so. Lady Jane Beach."

The knot in Sam's stomach lurched. Lady Jane Beach was a gay male nudist beach out on the tip of Walton's Bay. "Youthink so? You don't choose what beach you go to?"

"No, I don't choose."

"You don't choose who you go with either?"

"Not usually, no."

"But you wish you could?"

Before the young man could respond, though, two men were descending on the table and Sam had to step back to wait for their drink order. The thuggish Australian pimp, Alex White, was one of the men. The other was a bodybuilder type of hunky Nordic blond, but nearly bald guy in his early forties in baggy shorts and a deep-side and front slit black athletic T that showed off the man's bulging pecs. He looked like money, and Sam knew he'd have to be rich to afford Jordie.

"This is Heinz. Visiting from Germany," Alex said to Jordie, as they sat down. "He's heard we have gay nudist beaches here. Wants to see one." This obviously had been worked out beforehand if Jordie already knew what beach they were going to and was dressed for undressing there. There was little doubt what they'd do there either. The German meaty hand went to Jordie's knee as he sat down and drifted higher as they conversed a bit over their drinks.

"Kennen Sie einen solchen Strand? Excuse me, I try to remember we must speak English here. Do you know of such a beach?" the German asked.

"I'm sure we can find one," Jordie answered, looking down at the hand on his knee, making no move to move away ...