"Well, we don't have running gear exactly," Sam said, "but I've got something that might do. What size waist are you?"
"32," both lads said simultaneously.
Sam rooted around in a cupboard behind the desk and then came back with what looked like a couple of pairs of white tennis shorts. "Here you go," he said. "These should fit okay. But don't bother with underwear, guys. There's no need, the way they're made."
"Okay," Josh said, as he and Jesse took the shorts from him. "Is there any place we can change?"
Sam gestured to a nearby door.
"Yeah, use the men's room. Bring the clothes you take off back here... Where are you planning on going, by the way?"
"The beach," Jesse said. "I hear it's not far from here."
"About a five minute walk, that's all. There's a sign outside points the way."
"Great."
Inside the men's room Josh and Jesse quickly undressed and pulled on the new shorts they'd been given. Like most sports shorts, they had no fly and came down to mid-thigh - but strangely, the material they were made from wasn't cotton or nylon, but something more stretchy, like lycra.
"I see what he means about no underwear," grinned Jesse, as he pulled the white shorts up and over his butt. The way they hugged his crotch and backside left no room at all for anything else.
When the shorts were on, he stripped off his shirt and stood sideways on to the mirror, admiring the jut of his firm round butt behind and the bulge of his long, thick cock in front. Grinning, he traced his hands over his strong, hairy chest and stomach.
A few feet away Josh, too, was admiring his own reflection. Lazily he ran a finger down the middle of his chest, ruffling the line of hairs leading down to his groin.
Neither lad seemed at all bothered by the greater amount of body hair they now had. In fact, quite the opposite - they were delighted by it. Giving a last tweak to the crotches of their shorts, they picked up their other clothes and walked out into the lobby.
"Looking good, guys!" the night manager smiled, taking the boys' surplus clothes and stowing them behind the counter.
"Thanks," grinned Jesse. "See ya later, yeah?"
"Well, it won't be me who's around," Sam replied, "But I'll tell guy who takes over that your clothes are here. Have fun!"
"Thanks," Josh and Jesse smiled back. And with that they headed outside.
"Friendly guy, huh?" Josh remarked.
"Yeah."
Taking the path that the signpost indicated, Josh and Jesse soon reached a broad sandy beach where a bunch of other guys were hanging out, kicking footballs around, throwing frisbees to one another, or, as some young studs were doing, playing five-a-side rugby. All were wearing the same sexy shorts as Josh and Jesse - but more eyecatching still was the fact that every guy on the beach was exceedingly buff - and startlingly well hung!
"Wow!" Josh exclaimed, his eyes like saucers.
"I know what you mean," Jesse murmured, his eyes roaming from one massive bulge to the next.
"So what now?" asked Josh, swallowing hard. He was getting so horny!
Just then a voice rang out. "Hey guys - want to join us?"
Turning, Josh and Jesse saw a big, blond-haired lad beckoning them over, his suntanned skin standing in strong contrast to the whiteness of his shorts.
"Sure," grinned Jesse, exchanging glances with Josh.
Which group do they join?