Badtouchs - Depra / Vity .

grayson's not expecting company, so he's startled by his older brother's voice. he's never been one to shy from a challenge; he thrived in them, in competition. “sounds good...” there's a bit of a smirk to his words. he gets up, looking back to their beach house. their spouses — well, garrett's wife of years and grayson's pretty plaything of the month — are in there, and yet he feels compelled to- “loser's the other's bitch. remember we used to do that?” pulls his white speedo down, leaving it at the wooden dock before diving.

one could consider their teenage hijinks as raunchy, inappropriate or downright disturbing, but he thought of it as boys will be boys type of stuff. puberty hormones, brotherly bonding, lustful camaraderie. no harm in revisiting it, right? specially as he had a feeling he'd be leaving his brother in the dust. “fuck, the water's cold. c'mon, dude, in three.”

open to: all (husbands, boyfs, friends, neighbor, t*boo) location: cabin by the lake

The last bits of summer were in the air as Garrett padded across the dock at the edge of the lake. It was late afternoon and the sun waned, casting the lake in the shadow on the nearby mountain range. Garrett reached down and removed his tank top, tossing it to the wood at the end of the dock. "What about a race?" Garrett pointed out at an island nestled farther into the lake. "Just to spice the afternoon up and get the blood pumping?" Garrett beamed, looking at the other with a grin.

BEAU MIRCHOFF NOW APOCALYPSE (1.03)

DYLAN EFRON

for personal reasons i need someone smacking my face with their cock