Last summer, Tyler, my best friend, got a new house in a new state. His parents bought some huge beachfront house in Conneticuit,a summer place that they decided to permanently move into. It was tough to think about at the time because he was moving away from New York and I probably wouldn’t see him that much anymore. No more school together, and no more hanging out. But as they were still moving in, he invited me down to help them settle in and spend some time in Conneticuit for the summer.

I can still imagine my dreams of it. At this time, Tyler didn’t know about Will and I or the whole homosexual thing at all. In fact he still thought I was flirting with Amanda, which i was but not seriously. I couldn’t really imagine me sticking my dick into her vagina. The pictures of vaginas i had seen before had always seemed really scary and sea-creature like… But anyways… I couldn’t wait to get down to Connecticut and try my hand at some skim boarding and surfing. The idea of having some mature fun with Tyler passed through my mind a few times as well.

We were in his dad’s SUV pulling a trailer full of basic junk. When packing up earlier, I realized how much of a pack-rat his mom was. She didn’t leave behind a single random item from the entire house. We were sitting in the back, his dad and older brother in the front. Both of us were engrossed in our iPod’s all the way to the house. It was in a rich neighborhood with long, narrow lawns and driveways that led to mansions leaning over the sandy dunes.

As we pulled down Tyler’s new driveway and passed his new mailbox and new dogwood and new garage, I took in a breath of warm air flowing in from the window. This was it. This was awesome.

We got out and stretched after the few long hours of driving and without a moment to spare, his dad had us unpacking everything from the trailer and moving it into the garage. What had been a nice warm day turned into a sweaty and tiresome century carrying box after box back and forth.

I noticed Tyler’s tight shirt slowly getting a triangle of sweat down the back. His shoulder blades moves in such a perfect sequence and it all lead down to such a perfect and athletic ass that I lost myself for a second and ran into the back of his dad.

“Whoa there Scott”
“Sorry Mr. Mason”

After a short time, we all took a break and Tyler’s dad brought out some sodas. We all sat back and for once since our arrival actually took in the beauty of the coast. It wasn’t like the smoggy and humid New York waterfront, but something so pure, quite, and bright. The undiluted sun alone was shocking my system.

Since the first load of items was done, we began to get out some of the essentials like food, clothing, and bedding. Tyler talked to his dad before the trip and talked him into letting us stay at the house while his dad and older brother went back to New York for the night and another load. It would just be Tyler and I alone in a quiet house on a nice beach.

We got most of the bedding and set up in the living room. It was big with a gigantic cealing that made everything echo, especially with the wood floors.