Chapter 8

“Morning!” came a deep voice behind him.

Cam turned to see Emory, also bare-chested and in shorts, standing at the top of the bank that led to the beach. In the light of day, Emory was even more amazing than he had seemed in the glare of the headlights. A deep tan accentuated his attractiveness. Cam imagined a naked Emory with a distinct tan line where his speedo would have covered his groin area. Cam suppressed a shudder. His cock, still semi-hard from his wake-up erection, threatened to bring his attraction to the man out of the closet. Cam wished he hadn’t gone commando and had donned some briefs. They would have restrained his dick, which seemed to have a mind of its own, heading for full erection.