Zack was so happy beer was back in the equation, he smiled as he jogged toward the open bar, the prospects of a cool beer sent happy feelings charging though his body.

The bartender had two draft beers waiting as Zack approached. “Here ya go my big gringo friend two suds! Ice cold just the way you like ‘em.” He smiled at Zack and pushed the tall paper cups to the flame haired hunk.

Zack fumbled around in his fanny pack and retrieved his wallet. “What’s the damage my friend?”

“Put ya yanqui dollars away! First few brews are on the house.” The other patrons had surrounded Zack and were chanting for him to chugalug the beers. Zack was downing the second beer as two fresh drafts were pushed in front of him. The crowd all laughed and
hands slapped Zack on the back, a few landed on his butt.

Zack’s stride was a little wobblier on the return trip to the blanket. The surfers watched the big jock’s ass juggle as he carried the beers; they moaned and made cat calls loud enough for Bev to respond with a glare of disapproval.

Juan, the bartender, watched the couple stretch out on the blanket. “Man that stud just downed a double dose of Viagra and Ecstasy! He’s going to be ready to party-party soon.” He groped his rock hard cock as he thought about getting in big redhead’s pants.

Bev was the first to notice the bulge in Zack’s swim trunks. “What’s gotten in to you? It’s just not decent and you better stop it this minute!”

 She began to rethink the wisdom of their Mexican vacation, clearly he was headed for disaster; her face registered the disappointment and rage that was building. She took a sip of beer.

“God this is rot-gut beer!” She quickly poured it on the sand.

Zack was enraged that she didn’t offer the beer to him before pouring it out.

“Fuck you Bev! That was perfectly good beer.”

He thought about the effect that the callous act would have on the bartender. After all it was sort of a welcome gift.

Bev yelled a stream of reprimands aimed at Zack and stormed away half running down the beach. A loud cheer was heard from the surfers and someone yelled out. “Dude just went ballistic and told his woman to fuck off! No pussies for our gringo boy tonight, guess it’s going to be us that get lucky after all!”

Zack rolled over on his stomach and decided to soak up some rays while waiting for Bev to come back...he dozed off wondering why his dick was hard.  He was awakened from his deep sleep by the sounds of moans and laughter; someone was rubbing Jerkins lotion on his back and legs.

The smell was the first clue that he was being coated with the lotion. Bev used the stuff when she lubed his cock before a good fucking. As he turned his head the setting sun temporarily blinded him; he shaded his eyes with his hand, expecting to see Bev.

He was jolted to find his blanket surrounding by the surfers, silhouetted by the last rays of the sun. Juan, the bartended was kneeling over applying the Jerkins lotion.

“It’s okay Big Red you just got to much sun for a pale dude, this going to keep you from a burn latter tonight.”

Juan had a big smile as he stared down at the bewildered jock. He