Duel in the Sand
No one in the van said anything for the first hour, but it was obvious the whole trip was about the possibility of Cal f*****g my ass on the beach in front of everyone. The thought of it filled me with so much nervous energy my back tingled down to the base of my spine. I shook my head in disbelief. I kept asking myself how did I get into this, but I knew how. A couple weeks before spring break, I’d been drunk and told Cal my secret fantasy was to be taken in front of a crowd with the sound of the pounding surf in the background.
Cal smirked and said, “Your wish is my command.” Within a week the gay law student association invited me to join them on vacation at the unofficially gay and unofficially nude beach at High Island. It surprised me as I was an undergraduate, a s
