Brad Didnt Know. There Was Just A Lot Going On. Yes, This Was The Second Time He Wore Briefs To The Beach

Brad didn’t know. There was just a lot going on. Yes, this was the second time he wore briefs to the beach instead of a speedo, but at least this time he wore black.

Chris affirmed Brad’s less see through garment as a technical step up on a public beach but not necessarily for a gay man. He also repeated his intention to inform not judge as he gave Brad another look over. Indeed, Brad looked great regardless. It wasn’t the end of the world, but briefs would take longer to dry.

To keep the positive vibe in spin, Brad then pointed out they successfully brought beach towels with them and not sheets like they did by accident the other week. Those were still wet. Ick!

Brad loved the great outdoors and his sexy new pose but not the bird brain photographer who apparently was thrown by the cactus.

If the angle was just a bit lower and the whole thing down a hair, with any photo app it could be fashioned into a lovely holiday hat someone like Princess Beatrice might wear in Palm Springs as a homage to the locals.

Well… that whole thought was rather disturbing. Sits right up there with Oprah calling out the Queen.

“I don’t know what we’re looking for Brad. It could be anything. Just like you, I’m only ‘looking’ because they gave us these matching swimmers with $100 inside. Do we even know these people?”

Soooooo Luke showed up for a swim and apparently Charlie Cornered the notion of clever pockets on spendy exotic gay menswear. That put a damper on Brad and Chris’ Hot Pockets line. Well, it was cute for a minute. Luke’s ass just plain hot.

What? That’s not Luke but Brad? Well then which one am I? I’m guessing Chris or Luke. I’m not good with cameras tho so I must be Brad. Does that even make sense? My god. What is wrong with us?! One fine ass with a hot pocket and it’s over. It is mighty fine tho. You have to admit that.

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“Chris. Honey. Listen. I got to go. This bed is floating again….”

(garble on the other end)

“Yep. Ok. Yeah. I know. I miss you too. Can’t wait to get back. I would like to be in our bed with you. It touches the ground.”

(Brief phone garble)

“Totally agree. I don’t get it either. I really thought future technologies would be more helpful. I mean, one too may hair dryers plugged in at this hotel, and you move from a gentle hover to a very rude whiplash of a wake up call in the space of three feet. I’ll tell you what’s really messed up tho…This phone has a cord.”

(Phone garble)

“For real for real. Yes. I could die by strangulation at any second. You know what?This hotel is on a crash course for one hell of a lawsuit. I can see four, maybe five people getting killed before someone with enough money and connections to go to court comes along. The place is spendy but not exactly regal.”

(Phone garble)

“Well listen, its been full on with this crap for all of us since 1945. I’m all for global therapy. It’s just needed.”

(More phone garble)

“Yep. With you there. Whatever critics say, Cold War is still war. It’s literally right there in the name. Denying that is even more ridiculous than climate change. Who knew we could exceed in all the wrong places? We’ve got quite a bit to work thru huh? I see how we call it the ‘work’ now. Ok. Listen. As I mentioned, this bed is on the move. I’ve got to go. Wish me luck. Love you. Will text to let you know I survived in the morning ok?”

(Brief phone garble)

“Ok. Lots of love then. Good night Chris. I will text in the AM. I love you Brad Bradly.”

Chris hung up and let out a sigh. Saying it outloud did it no favors. There was no way Chris was taking that name in marriage.

Chris wasn’t sure exactly what happened but he knew is left cheek was sore. Or was it the right? Why wouldn’t this pain just go away?!

Ohhh Ouch. There it was again.

Well, that ruled out ‘left.’