First Morning
Tyler woke gently, stretching and opening his eyes to the orange and purple hues streaming in his window. It was dawn, hours before he would normally be awake, but he felt more than ready to start the day—a day of complete freedom, like every day would be for the next few months.
Slowly kicking the sheets off his nude 18 year-old form and absentmindedly stroking his healthy morning wood, Tyler grinned at his newfound adulthood. High school was done, college was still a summer away, and for the next month he had a beach house to enjoy along with his friends—and without any parents.
Life was good, and Tyler was ready to enjoy it.
He swung out of bed, his adolescent erection subsiding as he pulled on a pair of swim trunks and started downstairs. There was a bit of noise coming from the kitchen; Tyler grinned knowing that he wasn’t the only one looking to get an early start.
“Morning,” he said quietly as he stepped onto the cool tile of the kitchen floor. Adam was standing at the counter in his boxer briefs making a pot of coffee.