Cameron stretched out on the setae, gazing out the paned window, as the sunlight dimmed the bungalow room. His dream on the beach, earlier that day, lured him to the bungalow room at Sandy Dunes Beach Resort where Josh and he had spent their last Valentine’s night, making love naked under the glass, bronze chandelier. They had listened to the sounds of the waves crashing on the shoreline. Those same whispering voices of the ocean echoed Josh’s voice, the freckled, goose-bump, sensations welled beneath his naked skin, making his dick swell.
“Damn! How can I abstain? I never should’ve ventured back here for the night. Why did I agree to refrain from having an orgasm a week before we meet here again? At least the resort is deserted, no temptation tonight.”
Listening to the crush of waves on the distant sand, and the wind blowing whistling through the vented window, he heard shrill voices singing, seductively, like the Sirens of Homer.
“Cameron, sweet Cameron, your lover’s seed spews over tonight
“Cameron, Sweet Cameron, your lover cheats with a man tonight.
“Cameron, sweet Cameron, let your loins take flight.
“Cameron, sweet Cameron,…”
Warm hands covered Cameron’s eyes.
The Sirens’ voices faded.