Lover Boys Forever (19 page)

His decision was made.
“If I go to Palermo will you accompany me? As my bodyguard, of course, and as my friend.”

“
I will go with you wherever you want. I am yours. For a thousand years if you want.”

“
Promise?”

“
I do.”

A big hard dick and a willing hungry asshole
- for me that had always been the basic criteria for a good relationship. Crude, yes, but I’d never been a flowers and poetry kind of dude. Love and romance? That was for movies and dreamers. I considered myself down-to-earth and never, ever walked around with my head in the clouds.

As far as sex goes, I wasn
’t really into the kinky stuff but had few inhibitions along the elemental lines of cock and ass play. I enjoyed sex. A lot. Again for me, that uninhibited viewpoint was a basic requirement of partnering up with another guy.

My first two real relationships fit within those parameters nicely.

Jamie’s cock was perennially stiff, and he put it to good use massaging my hungry ass as often as I wanted it. Young and hung and not all that smart, he served up fancy French food in a downtown San Francisco restaurant. He banged my butt on week nights after his shifts for almost a year before we both tired of it. No drama and no regrets. We parted amicably enough and even got together once in a while over the next year for some wild repeat fucks.

Donovan was an entirely different story. His cock was plenty big enough, for sure, and he knew how to use it. His ass was damn sweet
, too, and he offered it up for my use on a regular basis. There was no problem in the sexual arena. We were both versatile; we both liked to fuck and get fucked.

We moved in together. My townhouse in the Castro was big enough for two
, and he paid rent, which helped me with the outrageous mortgage. We got along fine. His job at an upscale men’s clothing store was relatively stress-free, and my career as a free-lance writer was breezing along without a hitch. All might have been perfect.

Except that my
“love” for Donovan revolved entirely around his very sexy body and the need to possess and control his big hard dick and willing hungry asshole. I became obsessed, without really understanding how it came about.

In the Castro, good
-looking and available men abound. We couldn’t even stroll the streets without being cruised; going out became a nightmare for me. Donovan was blond and blue-eyed, and he had the sexiest bubble-butt imaginable. He was sociable, and I was less so. I was not the one that got chatted up at the bars or in the line-up at the grocery store. It was always Donovan.

He explained it to me.
“Guys think you’re arrogant. You’re so quiet and serious; you look like Rock Hudson, and you’re tall and muscular with killer blue eyes and that sexy, wavy black hair. No one dares approach you.”

Maybe so, but there wasn
’t much I could do about any of that. Dudes drooled over him, and I just couldn’t stand it.

My 30th birthday loomed on the horizon. I was unhappy. I fuck
ed Donovan’s very sweet ass hard and thoroughly, and he moaned and grunted sufficiently, but when I shot my load, I just felt even more desperate. I was sure he was getting it somewhere else with someone else.

Caressing those sweat
-soaked mounds of just-fucked butt and wondering who else might have done the same or would do the same in the future when I wasn’t keeping an eye on that gorgeous can suddenly got old.

“
I’m going to Hawaii. For my birthday. By myself.”

Surprise, surprise. To both of us. I just blurted that out and waited for the answer with pounding heart. The smooth white ass reared up slightly to wriggle against my stroking fingers.

“OK. I have to work over the holidays anyway. Big sale on.”

Disappointment and exhilaration vied for control of my emotions. He didn
’t seem to care, and I wanted badly not to either. My hand moved away. It was the last time I touched that lovely round ass.

Kauai, the garden isle. I
’d been toying with the idea of a visit ever since a couple of our buddies returned from there to report on its lush beauty. I had a ticket in hand the next morning and was on my way to the airport. Donovan offered to see me off, but I declined, although not without a pang of regret.

The long flight over the Pacific, the landing in Honolulu on Oahu, the transfer to the smaller plane for Kauai, the drive to my hotel in the small town of Waimea, all went by in a kind of blur. I slept through a lot of it, emotionally exhausted more than physically.

It didn’t really hit me, where I was and how absolutely gorgeous the surroundings were, until I found myself shaking hands with the tour guide I’d hired before I left home.

“
Aloha. Welcome to Hawaii, Scott. I’m Kyle.”

“
Thanks! And aloha to you, too,” I replied. His firm hand-shake ended before I was quite ready for it. That initial physical contact sent a real live shiver through me.

I was here. It was now. Kyle was stunning.

He’d been recommended by my buddies. “He’s hot, and he’s sweet, and he’ll run you ragged if you let him. He’s gay, too, and single; or at least he was last month when we were there.”

“
In your email you said hiking was your favorite thing to do. Well, let’s see if that’s true. I’ve got a great one lined up for today. How soon can you be ready?”

As he spoke
, the morning sun formed a golden halo around him. Everything seemed all at once brilliant, the azure sky, the lush greenery crowding the hotel entrance, his somewhat unruly mop of sandy-brown hair, and his golden eyes. And most of all his welcoming white smile.

“
Uh, I should put on my hiking boots. And what should I bring? A pack? Snack? A water bottle? First aid kit?” I managed to joke.

“
I have all that, except you should bring a water bottle along, too. And sun screen.”

It was this first hike through Waimea Canyon with the spectacular volcanic mountains rearing on either side that clinched it for me. I didn
’t know Kyle at all then but discovered enough about him by the end of the day to completely alter my view of what life was all about.

It
’s the day I fell in love.

“
At six million years, Kauai is the oldest of the Hawaiian Islands. Each of the islands in the chain has followed the same ancient scenario. They start out as a series of volcanic eruptions followed by continual erosion from the wickedly abundant rainfall.”

He offered intermittent bits and bites of information as we hiked. All of it was fascinating. His voice was mesmerizing. Just ahead of me, his pumping butt beckoned, and it was a very sweet butt. He wore eye
-catching and outrageously flowered shorts that clung to the firm cheeks. In San Francisco, I wouldn’t be caught dead in something like that, but here in Hawaii, it was apparently normal every day wear. His T-shirt was a plain light blue, which actually matched the blue background in the colorful shorts. His small backpack was splashed with gigantic blooms as well, and even his hiking sandals were a vibrant gold and green.

Spectacular waterfalls. Towering volcanic hillsides of sheer and almost frightening dimensions. Emerald forest crowding the path. My mouth dropped open in awe at every turn. And there was always that pumping, flower
-splashed ass to admire.

At that first hand
-shake I found myself attracted to the Hawaiian guide in a very physical way. This was not unusual for me – it was almost always how I related to other guys. Personality took second place in my somewhat shallow view of men and what they offered.

But within the first hour of our new acquaintance, I found myself shifting gears. The stunning scenery, so fresh and alive and almost overpowering, had me feeling more aware than usual. Everything, including Kyle, seemed to vibrate with an ethereal beauty.

I listened to his softly spoken diatribe and was drawn into whatever he happened to offer up with enraptured interest. His voice was almost musical, subdued and unintrusive, and his topics were fascinating. He obviously took his guide duties seriously.

“
All the rock you see around us, all of it, came from deep within the Earth. Spewed up by volcanoes, then heaved sideways by earthquakes, pushed up again, then covered with more lava. There are no dinosaur fossils to be found like in other places around the world. We stand on the Earth’s guts, covered over by all this gorgeous vegetation of course.”

I hadn
’t lied in my email when I stated hiking was my favorite pastime. I couldn’t have been happier with the hours of walking, even though the paths were narrow and the incline often steep. I’d always found walking soothed me. So there was that to add to my keen pleasure in the day.

Combined with that interesting voice, my guide offered more than superficial friendliness. Whenever we halted for a break or to take in a view
-point and faced each other, he looked me in the eyes with direct familiarity. His smile was quirky and genuine. The right corner of his upper lip curled fetchingly, and his white teeth flashed.

He was considerate. When a heavy mist rolled in and then became showers, he offered me a light rain slicker from his pack. Even though I refused it, I was grateful he
’d thought to bring it along. The rain was hardly cold, and with the vigorous hiking, I found it refreshing on my bare head and limbs.

He regularly checked with me to see if I was tired. He brought out the lunch he
’d thoughtfully packed, choosing an unbelievably stunning spot for a break. We sat on rocks beside a tumbling waterfall and ate the simple fare, mostly local fruit along with sandwiches. It stopped raining, the mist lifted, and the sun came back out. Everything sparkled.

“
We can go on for another couple hours, if you’re up to it. Or turn around if you’ve had enough. It’s entirely up to you.”

“
Enough? How could a person ever get enough of this? I am in paradise.”

“
True. But don’t be timid about calling it quits. I won’t judge you,” he replied with a chuckle.

Our decision to forge on was well
-rewarded. Higher up and in a kind of cul-de-sac of soaring ridges, we came to a trio of waterfalls, one dropping down to a pool before spilling over into another precipitous cascade, then descending to a final pond at our feet.

It was incredible. I felt
as if the earth was encasing me in its rocky arms and then showering me with its watery abundance. It was mystical.

Kyle crouched down at the lip of the pool and scooped up a double handful of the crystal clear water.
“In Hawaii, we have a saying. Water is a blessing.”

With a wink and a grin, he slurped it in. Looking down at his unruly mop of sandy
-brown hair, his broad back and that solid butt, I couldn’t help thinking how beautiful he was, not separate from the gorgeous surroundings, but a natural part of it.

I shivered, goose bumps rising on my forearms. It was something akin to sexual excitement, but not quite. Could it be spiritual? A complete pragmatist, this was definitely an unfamiliar arena for me.

The moment didn’t really end either. I crouched down beside him and drank from the same pool, grinned back at him, and was for once in my life totally happy to be exactly where I was and unconcerned about what happened next.

When we rose and turned around to head back down the canyon, I was euphoric. The magic of the place and the magic of my guide had transfixed me. We arrived at the trail head just before dark. We
’d been hiking for eight hours!

“
Pretty good for your first day, Scott. I’ll see you tomorrow morning around nine then?”

“
Absolutely. Thanks so much for the awesome day, Kyle.”

His parting smile left me feeling warm all over.

Even with the great lunch we’d had, I was starving. I gorged on the hotel buffet, stuffing in Hawaiian fruit til I managed to tear myself away and waddle to my room afterwards.

After that unbelievable day, there was one thing I just had to do. I
’d been procrastinating on an important decision for what seemed like months. That indecision had been brutal on my sense of control over my life. I was somewhat of a control freak, to be honest.

I phoned Donovan.

“Hey, Donovan. How are you?”

“
Fine, Scott. What’s up? Are you having a good time? Oh and by the way, happy birthday. I haven’t gotten you a present yet, but I’m looking.”

We both laughed at that. He was the true procrastinator in our relationship.

“I’ve made a pretty big decision. I want us to split up. And I’d really like it if you could move out before I come home in two weeks. I know it’s a lot to ask, and I understand if you can’t swing it. But I’d appreciate it if you could. I’ll pay your moving expenses.”

I was known for my bluntness. I didn
’t expect Donovan to be shocked, and I was right.

“
Hmmmn. I think I can do that for you. Daryl will let me room with him, I’m sure. But I gotta ask, are you mad at me? Did I do something to hurt you? Cuz, if I did, I’m sorry. I like you, Scott, and I’d hate for us not to remain friends.”

Well, I was certainly the asshole in this case. He couldn
’t have been more accommodating and more reasonable. But that was the problem, in a way. He really didn’t care that we were splitting up.