Make You Mine Hermosa Beach Series 2

"Remind me why we are here again?" Dimitri Collins scoffed as he got out of the passenger side of the car and slammed the door shut.

"You really gotta ask again?" David replied, stepping out of the car with Spencer, "We are here, my friend, because it's my birthday. I get to have whatever I want, and this is what want"

Dimitri slapped his left hand on his face and groaned. Sometimes he just didn't understand David's way of thinking, and this was one of those times.

It was a cool and breezy evening. A strong gust of wind blew against Dimitri's face, teased his hair and ruffled it. Dimitri smoothed his hair back in place with his fingers and gave David a bored look.

The salty breeze had begun to drain away. The evening sun cast long shadows on the ground. The slanting rays of the setting sun gave a warm orange tinge to the sky, and the trees swayed in the gentle breeze.

"And you couldn't think of anything else" Dimitri asked David, "This is really what you want for your birthday? You brought us to a fucking Theater? Look, I know we are getting old and shit like that, but we're Thirty, not Fifty Eight. I can't believe you're really serious about this shit right now"

"Yes, I am" David said, placing his hand around Dimitri's shoulder and urging him towards the entrance of the building. "A friend told me to come and I promised I would. Give it a chance, it might be fun"

Dimitri highly doubted that. "I feel like you're doing this to torture me. You know I would have preferred it if we just stayed indoors and played some video games while drinking beer" he protested, releasing himself from David's grip, but he continued to walk with them.

Spencer laughed then. And the sound made Dimitri want to turn around and go home that instant. But this was David's birthday, and he couldn't do that to his buddy. It wasn't that he had a problem with Theatre's, dancers or performances, he didn't. It just wasn't his thing. He could think of a million things he'd rather be doing right now. And he had a feeling that the guys were on another stupid mission to find him a girlfriend or whatever.

Ever since David and Spencer got married, they somehow got the idea in their heads that he should be too. And they started this hopeless mission of finding someone for him. Well, they had failed three times now, and if this was another attempt and they thought they could find someone for him in a place like this, then they were sadly mistaken.

It wasn't that Dimitri didn't like women either. He did. He loved women infact, and they loved him right back. How could they not?

Dimitri was very attractive. As a man over six feet in height, stoutly built, and muscular, he had a commanding presence. A striking face, an exquisite voice, lustrous and thick hair that he had a habit of running his hands through, and dark, intense eyes.

With each movement he made, his shoulders flexed, displaying well-defined muscles and sinew. His backside was trim and taut. And his thighs, so long and well-sculpted, looked like the legs of an athlete.