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Slut For Cabo – Part 10
🕑 Added 2025-05-03 20:00:07 +0000 UTCHey everyone! I just wanted to give a quick update. Due to some personal stuff I need to take care of, I won’t be home with my regular setup, and I’m not sure how much time I’ll have to write or update things.
I already had this Saturday update written in advance, but I don’t have anything prepared for tomorrow (Sunday), and I’m not sure if I’ll have the time to write something. Monday is a regular day off, and Tuesday’s update (My Uncle Chris) is already written and scheduled.
I’m hoping to be back to my usual routine by Wednesday—if anything changes, I’ll let you all know. Have a great weekend and take care! 😊
Everyone in this story is 18+
“Yo, Jake! Al! Where you at?” It was a deep voice, slurred with beer and laughter, followed by two more figures stumbling toward the water, their silhouettes dark against the firelit beach.
My heart stopped. We were naked, waist-deep in the ocean, and our secluded stretch of beach wasn’t so secluded anymore. I tensed, ready to dive under, but Jake’s hand on my shoulder steadied me. “Chill, they’re our brothers,” he whispered. “Delta Lambda Phi.”
Al grinned, waving them over. “Get in here, you drunk assholes!”
The three guys hit the water with a splash, stripping as they waded closer, their clothes tossed carelessly onto the sand. Under the moonlight, I got a good look at them. The first was a blond jock, broad-shouldered and thick with muscle, his pecs flexing as he shook water from his short hair, a faint scar cutting through one eyebrow.
The second guy was leaner, with warm brown skin and a sleeve of tattoos curling down one arm, his sharp cheekbones catching the light as he flashed a sly smile. The third was taller, broader, with deep brown skin and dreads tied back loosely, his relaxed vibe unshaken even as he waded in. And yeah, I couldn’t miss it—his cock, even flaccid, hung like a damn tree trunk, must be eight or nine inches hard, swaying heavily as he moved. My eyes widened before I caught myself, and Al’s low chuckle told me I’d been caught.
“Staring already?” Al teased, splashing me.
I blushed, splashing back. “Shut up.”
Jake laughed, his arm still around me. “Isaac, meet the crew. This is Nate,” he said, nodding to the blond jock, “Carlos,” pointing to the tattooed guy, “and Sam.” The tall guy with the massive endowment gave a lazy wave. “Guys, this is Isaac.”
Nate smirked, wading closer, his blue eyes glinting. “So you’re the one keeping Jake busy. And now Al’s joined the fun, huh? Damn, kid, you work fast.”
Carlos nodded, his smile easy but sharp. “Heard you’re shaking things up. Not bad for a newbie.”
Sam’s deep laugh rumbled as he leaned back, letting the waves lift him. “Y’all are hogging him. Gotta say, Isaac, you’re making waves.” His eyes met mine, warm and playful, and I felt a shiver that wasn’t from the cold water.
I grinned, trying to match their confidence despite my racing heart. “Just trying to keep up with you guys.”
Nate laughed, dunking Carlos under a wave. “Oh, you’re doing more than keeping up. Jake’s been grinning like an idiot since you showed up.”
Jake splashed Nate, rolling his eyes. “Fuck off, man.”
The teasing eased into something warmer as we floated together, naked and unbothered under the stars. These guys weren’t like the straight frat douches I’d seen in movies—no posturing, no toxic bullshit. They were open, funny, respectful, like they genuinely gave a shit about each other. And, somehow, about me.
“So, Isaac,” Carlos said, shaking water from his hair, “Jake said you’re still undecided on college yet? Still figuring it out?”
I hesitated, the question hitting closer to home than I expected. “Uh, yeah, just graduated high school. Homeschooled, actually. My parents want me at a Christian college, but…”
Nate snorted, floating on his back. “Christian college? Nah, man, fuck that. Come to Arizona State with us. It’s the real deal—parties, freedom, hot guys.” He winked, and the others laughed.
Sam nodded, his voice smooth. “For real, though. ASU’s got a vibe. You could be yourself there, no judgment. Plus, we’d look out for you and if you ever wanna pledge we got you.”
I smiled, the idea sparking something in me—freedom, a life I hadn’t dared imagine. “Sounds nice, but… I don’t know. My parents are pretty set on their plan.”
Al splashed me, his grin wide. “Screw their plan. You’re out here skinny-dipping with a gay frat. You’re already breaking rules.”
Jake’s hand brushed my hip under the water, his voice softer. “They’re right, you know. You don’t have to follow their script. But it’s your call.”
I looked between them, their faces lit by moonlight, all encouraging me in their own way. Part of me wanted to say yes, to dive into their world without looking back. But the weight of my parents’ expectations, their pride, their deal—it lingered, heavy as the water around me. “I’ll… think about it,” I said, managing a smile. “ASU does sound fun.”
“Hell yeah!” Nate whooped, high-fiving Sam. “That’s the spirit. You gotta come to one of our events first, though. See what we’re about.”
I tilted my head, curious. “What’s this event you keep talking about?”
Carlos smirked, his tattoos glinting as he moved closer. “It’s a Delta Lambda Phi thing. Think… bonding, but spicier. Lots of laughs, lots of… connection.” He wagged his eyebrows, and the others chuckled.
Sam’s laugh was warm, his dreads swaying as he leaned back. “It’s wild, but it’s all love. You’d fit in, Isaac. We don’t do that straight frat bullshit—nobody’s forced into anything.”
Jake’s jaw tightened slightly, his arm still around me. “Guys, ease up. He’s new to all this. Like, really new.”
Al grinned, splashing Jake. “He’s been handling us just fine. I say he’s ready.”
I puffed out my chest, feeling bold. “I’m game. Whatever it is, I can take it.”
Nate clapped, his grin infectious. “Fuck yeah! Oh, man, this kid’s gonna be a legend.”
Jake sighed, pulling me closer under the water. “Isaac, it’s intense. You don’t have to prove anything by jumping in.”
I smirked, echoing his earlier words. “What? Tell me, or I’ll start preaching.”
They all cracked up, Sam’s laugh booming loudest. “I like this guy,” he said, shaking his head. “He’s got heart.”
We floated for a while, the conversation flowing easy. Nate told a story about sneaking into a rival frat’s party and stealing their mascot, a stuffed buffalo head, which had Carlos in stitches. Sam admitted he was studying environmental science, “trying to save the planet while still partying,” which got a playful eye-roll from Al.
I shared the lame and recent story about my first tequila shot, and they laughed like it was the funniest thing, not mocking but genuinely amused. It felt good—real, like I was part of something bigger than myself. These guys weren’t just hot; they were kind, and it made me want to stick around.
But my phone on the shore glowed with the time—past midnight. Morning prayers with my parents loomed, and I had to keep up the “good boy” act for now. I waded out, grabbing my shorts. “Gotta call it a day, guys. Morning prayers for Mormon boy,” I said, winking.
Nate groaned dramatically. “Boo! Ditch the prayers, stay with us!”
Carlos grinned, pulling on his shorts. “Yeah, we’ll save you a spot at the event.”
Sam gave a lazy wave, his smile warm. “Get some sleep, Isaac. But it would be great to see more of you.”
Jake and Al followed me to the shore, their bodies dripping as they dressed. Al gave me a quick hug, his voice low. “You’re a blast, Isaac. Don’t ghost us.”
Jake lingered as Al jogged back to the water. He stepped close, his brown eyes soft but serious. “Two days from now, hotel room 312. Our frat’s throwing something… big. But Isaac, I don’t want you to feel like it’s something you have to prove. You’ve already proved yourself plenty.” He leaned in, kissing me slow and deep, his lips tasting of salt and promise. When he pulled back, he smirked. “Wild boy’s more accurate.”
I grinned, my chest warm despite the cool night air. “Wild boy it is.”
As I turned to head back to the hotel, the frat brothers’ laughter echoed behind me, their silhouettes splashing in the waves. I felt alive, electric, like I could be anyone I wanted. But a flicker of doubt crept in. Two days. A mysterious event. And my parents waiting, oblivious to the wild boy I was becoming. Could I keep this double life going, or was I about to get caught?
