I was thrilled to have my son home for the summer. College was over and we had lugged his stuff back into his bedroom.
That night I had ended up falling asleep in front of the TV. The movie was long over, and it was dark outside. Thankfully my son had thrown a small blanket over me. I wasn’t planning to spend the rest of my night down here. With no lights on I had to use the monitor to plot my course upstairs. Turning off the TV, I trekked up the steps.
When I got to the top, I heard grun

I woke up groggily to the alarm clock in my hotel room going off. My head was killing me terrible way to start the day. Sleeping in my bed and using my arm like a pillow was my best man, Bento. He was curled up in my side with a smile on his face. Neither of us had made it under the cover. Bits of last night came to me. Me and him stripped down to our underwear then had a sword fight on my bed.
My hand slammed down on the alarm, shutting it off. Looking down at my briefs I had a huge case of mo

I stared at the ceiling, laying in bed. What would I do today? Days could just past by and I struggled with how to fill them. I used to love surfing; I could spend a whole day on the beach but that was along time ago.
The clock read 6pm. Had I slept the whole morning? Shoot, I was late for a date!
Standing up and looking full length mirror, I looked at lot better than I felt. I was in my underwear and my body was begging to be shown off like a model. I did a few flexes in front of the mirror,

“Devin! You have to come,” Callum came running up to me. I was sitting on the beach happy feeling the warmth of the sand. A nice afternoon with enough clouds to keep, one’s body protected. An ocean breeze came rolling through and delivered more relief from the heat. I was content to watch Callum surf all day. He looked so majestic and could do it effortlessly.
I, on the other hand, could barely stand up on my board. It was comical how he was about to go pro surfer and his best