Lover Boys Forever (21 page)

“
Yes sir,” Kyle answered on the way out. He stopped to kiss his father on the cheek and pat his shoulder, a gesture of affection, which surprised me. His mother was nowhere to be seen.

“
Mom’s already out with clients. As you might have noticed, she drives me crazy, while my Dad is such a sweetheart you can’t help but want to please him.”

We drove to the north side of the island, the Na Pali Coast. Already I was struggling with the place names, most of them a jumble of vowels that seemed to slip off Kyle
’s tongue effortlessly but only left me confused.

If the names of the places we visited were hard to remember, the places themselves were more than memorable. If you think you
’ve seen one precipitous mountainside, one gorgeous waterfall, or one stunning beach, then you’ve seen them all, Hawaii would prove you wrong.

Everything and every place seemed unique. We parked on the side of a meandering highway and embarked on a journey down a twisting trail that eventually led us to one of those stunning beaches.

Lovely white sand greeted us as we reached the bottom. It was raining lightly, which was totally normal for this side of the island. “The Na Pali Coast is one of the rainiest places on the planet,” Kyle informed me.

Rain in Hawaii was not like rain in San Francisco, which could be dreary and oppressive. Unless the island was experiencing a typhoon, which did happen on occasion, the rainfall was warm and refreshing.

And Kyle knew what he was doing. This beach included a natural shelter under overhanging rock. We spread our blanket and ate our lunch while taking in the view protected from the elements.

The rain hadn
’t deterred us but apparently had kept others away. We were totally alone. Kyle’s father had packed us a lunch from leftovers from the luau, and we ate it as we chatted. Then the sun came out.

It was breath
-taking. A light breeze off the water blew away the clouds, and there was nothing but blue sky and blue ocean in front of us. The white sand stretched away on either side of us, book-ended by two similar outcroppings of volcanic rock topped by unruly crowns of palm.

Steam rose from the verdant Hawaiian forest that climbed the steep hills behind us. I was mesmerized by the alteration and taken by surprise when I noticed Kyle stripping at my side.

As we’d eaten, I couldn’t help fantasizing about having some hot and wild sex with my gorgeous guide right then and there on that spectacular beach. I wasn’t about to hit on him and risk spoiling the new friendship we’d forged so quickly. But I could dream without any harm coming of it.

Now, here he was suddenly getting naked. My cock responded instantly by getting hard as rock. He quickly dashed my soaring hopes.
“I packed a swimsuit for you, too,” he said with a grin.

I flushed and laughed.
“Why how considerate,” I mumbled while trying to tear my eyes from his naked body.

His skin was amazing. Flawlessly smooth and uniformly tan, there was only one area that hadn
’t seen much sun – a band of pale amber around his crotch and over the jutting mounds of his fantastic ass. His cock wasn’t stiff like mine, but it was thick and seemed a little swollen as it bobbed at his waist. Too soon, he covered it up.

As I followed his example and stripped, I had to turn away in order to hide my raging boner only to hear him chuckle behind me.

“Don’t worry about it. I’ve seen it before. Remember?”

“
Oh yeah. That’s right. Still, I don’t want to offend you by waving it in your face.”

“
I take it as a compliment,” he replied.

There was that about him. He just was so damn considerate. Whatever I did seemed OK with him.

The brilliant white sand was wet and warm under our bare feet as we headed for the water. After the misty rain, the day was almost too brilliant, especially with the white sand reflecting the afternoon sun and the foamy water sparkling with it.

The water was warm
, too. I’d always loved the ocean and the salty taste of it. I wallowed in the gentle waves with Kyle at my side. We bobbed in the swell a little further out, then caught a wave in to the shore where we lay side-by-side on our backs and stared up at the endless sky.

Lying in the wet sand, surf tickled our bare feet and calves. The hot Hawaiian sun beat down on us. It was on exquisitely sensual experience
, and I had no desire to move from there. Ever.

Eventually
, I turned to look at Kyle. He was staring up at the sky, his eyes half-closed, but seemed to sense my gaze. His head turned, and he looked into my eyes. He smiled.

“
Awesome, isn’t it?”

He reached out, his hand already only inches from mine, and lay it over mine, entangling our fingers and squeezing gently.

If he hadn’t done that, I probably wouldn’t have kissed him. At least I don’t think so. But that touch was so spontaneous and so tender, I couldn’t help responding. I rose onto my side and leaned over him. Still gazing into his golden eyes, I dropped down to kiss those upturned, bowed lips.

He kissed me back, his hand squeezing mine
, and his bare thigh pressing against my own. His mouth opened, and he welcomed my tongue. He took it in and sucked gently on it. It wasn’t a sloppy or aggressive kiss on either of our parts, but it was open and uninhibited. I breathed in his breath, and he breathed in mine.

I couldn
’t recall a kiss that had ever lasted so long in all the myriad kisses of my past. For what seemed like an eternity, it was only that kiss, our lips touching and our tongues exploring, our hands entangled, and our thighs pressed against each other. There was no other movement toward something more, until finally my left hand slipped of its own accord from my hip where it lay quietly, to drop over his crotch.

I found his cock. It was stiff now and throbbing under his swim trunks. I gripped it through the material and slowly pumped it. The rigid plumpness of it had me moaning as our kiss became more intense.

His free hand settled on my chest. Gently but insistently, he pushed me away. I came up off his mouth with a gasp. Gazing down at him my eyes questioned although I found no words.

“
That was lovely. Thank you. But let’s not go there now.”

“
OK,” I answered, unable not to smile back at him even though I was clearly being rejected.

It was very odd. Rather than feeling rebuffed, I felt the opposite. Perhaps it was because he continued to hold my hand as I lay back and returned to the idle sunbathing we
’d been engaged in before that magical kiss.

I was not a patient type of dude, usually. If I wanted something, I worked for it doggedly and rarely wavered in my determination to get it. Yet here I was, accepting that kiss and hand
-holding for what it was rather than doing my utmost to pursue an agenda of getting my guide naked and my cock up his ass.

Who the hell was this new person? I had no idea.

The timeless interlude eventually came to an end. Kyle rose, his hand gripping mine as he helped me up. “We’d better get hiking or risk being stranded in the dark.”

“
I wouldn’t mind that,” I admitted.

“
Another time,” he replied enigmatically.

We packed up and headed up the steep trail. Nothing changed, and everything changed. Kyle continued to offer up his informative chatter and considerate attention. I continued to check out his solid butt
-cheeks and spring wood.

But now there was another element of familiarity between us. We
’d kissed. I’d touched his cock, even if his swimsuit was between my hand and the heated flesh. There was no going back, even if there was no way forward – yet.

Again, I supposed I would have trouble sleeping that night, but didn
’t. The moment I lay down in my bed in the hotel, I fell into a deep and peaceful sleep.

I still had eleven more days on the island and was counting my lucky stars that I had booked Kyle for my entire stay on Kauai. I had him at my disposal every day, but not all day ever day. Sometimes he took out other clients in the morning, and sometimes in the afternoon or evening. But I saw him every day regardless.

It had been a little expensive booking a guide for all that time, but when I traveled, I believed in worrying less about the cost and more about the experience. Kyle was an experience worth every penny.

I had my laptop with me, a complete office in itself and managed to write regularly. I sent out three different fitness articles, four blurbs for a blogger acquaintance of mine, a travel story and even stayed up late one night pumping out a porn story for an editor friend who published anthologies of gay erotica.

I let Kyle surprise me every day with our itinerary. I surrendered control to him and was happy I did. He took good care of me. A different hike in a different but spectacular location, a swim in a pond below a waterfall, an afternoon sailing with a friend of his around the island, and even a dawn effort at surfing. I hadn’t surfed since I was twenty.

We talked, mostly him, but I did open up more than usual. I found myself telling him things
of which I rarely ever spoke. Like how my divorced mother and father seemed to despise each other and how hard it was for my younger twin brothers who still lived with my mother to handle the bitter battles over holidays and celebrations. I even told him about Donovan.

“
So it’s over now? I’m sorry. You haven’t seemed too down about it. I would never have guessed.”

The steamy island forest surrounded us as we hiked and talked. There was nowhere to hide from that question.
“It’s definitely over. And I’m not down about it. In fact, I am totally relieved. Awful, huh?”

“
No, honest.”

Not surprisingly, the days flew by. Before I knew it, it was our final day together. Kyle picked me up early
, and we drove to one of the dozens of canyons that offered good hiking and great scenery.

“
I think you’ll really like this place. It’ll be like we’re the only two people on earth. Careful though, it’s slippery. Keep one hand on my shoulder.”

I wasn
’t sure what he was talking about. We’d halted beside a slender waterfall that dropped straight down from towering cliffs above on our right. On our left, a wall of more greenery blocked the view down.

He pulled aside the branches in our way and stepped down off the trail. Intrigued, I followed. The waterfall continued its downward plunge, but beside it a rocky trail headed in the same direction.

It was slippery, but he seemed familiar with the way, and I felt comfortable following with his shoulder to steady myself. Of course touching him or being touched by him always resulted in a throbbing hard-on, and by the time we reached to bottom, it was aching and leaking.

“
Beautiful, isn’t it? We can spread our blanket under that overhang.”

I forgot momentarily about my boner as I found myself gawking at the amazing surroundings. We had arrived on a small beach. The sand was a rich ochre red while the lush emerald forest hung down over us in a semi
-circle. Jumbled and broken volcanic rock bordered either side of the beach. The misty rainfall made it seem all the more close and hidden from the world. It was all ours for the day.

As he spread our blanket, he dropped his totally unexpected bombshell.

“My parents have been bugging me to open up an office in San Francisco. I am seriously considering it. Would you be interested in renting me a room?”

I was stunned. My mouth literally dropped open. I blurted out the first thing that came to mind.
“Yes! Please thank god yes!”

He burst out laughing and pulled me into his arms. We hugged and laughed some more while I thought furiously.

Over the past two weeks, ever since that first hand-shake, I’d attempted not to think too much about the past or the future. I tried to focus instead on the moment and the time we had together. Of course I’d failed more often than not. I’d wondered if it was possible for me to move to Kauai to be with him; that is if he wanted me to. It was a bad time to sell my apartment, and with the way the market was, I’d probably lose my shirt. On the other hand I could work from anywhere if I wanted to. But I had grown up in San Francisco, and I had to admit however much I loved the beauty of Hawaii, I loved the urban hustle and bustle, too.

What did I want? Sex, like before in my relationships? Or something more? What was I willing to do for love? It was a moment of utter clarity. If I had the chance to be with Kyle, nothing else mattered. I realized what had been wrong with me before. I
’d been homesick for a place I’d never been. I was looking for a home for my heart and Kyle was that home.

Yet I had to ask.
“What do you like about me?”

“
For one thing, you’re quiet. I can talk and talk and you’ll listen to every word I say. I like that! And you’re honest. I feel like I know exactly how you feel when I’m with you and there’s no guessing or pretending. I trust you. That’s very important to me.”