It never failed. A warm night, a few beers, and the conversation always came around to our recent hook-ups.
The weekend at the lake was part of our routine, and we’ve been doing it for years. A chance to catch up, relax, and swap stories.
It’s like a competition—who can share the hottest encounter, who’s found the cutest guy…
No-holds-barred kinda stories.
What made this weekend different?
We’d each had to leave someone behind for a few nights.
Then one of us had an idea, and we ran with it—not that we hadn’t all come up with the same idea.
There was plenty of room for four extra guests, right?
What we didn’t know is where it would lead.
Four men.
Four tales.
One hell of a weekend.
