Pleasure Cruise

J.M. Snyder

Working Man: Pleasure Cruise

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Working Man: Pleasure Cruise J.M. Snyder

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It was Andy Helman’s first cruise. Two weeks spent on the USS Jewel of the Sea cruising the calm Caribbean waters and hopping the Virgin Islands with his roommate Reese Thompson and their friend Palmer Ward. Reese’s friend, to be honest. Andy didn’t know Palmer well, but the vacation had been his idea. A two week cruise, fourteen days away from campus and the mainland, some fun in the sun during Winter Break. “Let the freshmen go to Myrtle Beach or Nags Head,” Palmer had said, trying to convince them to go. “Seniors take cruises.” “Senior citizens,” Andy muttered. “Hey!” Palmer cried, wounded. “Who invited you?” With a laugh, Reese pointed out, “You did.” “I can uninvite you, too.” Palmer frowned at both of them, waiting. Reese caught Andy’s eye and shook his head, amused. Finally, Palmer sputtered, “Well? We going or what?” Palmer’s parents were huge cruise freaks, taking every boat that left Key West throughout the year, and they paid for the trip as part of Palmer’s upcoming graduation present. The fact that a guy like Palmer was even close to graduating from college was reason enough to celebrate. He was the first to admit he was at State for a degree in their accelerated partying program. The three guys had known each since the start of the fall semester

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sophomore year, when Andy answered an ad Reese put in the paper for a roommate. He had to admit he was a little stunned when Palmer asked him to come along for the cruise, as they didn’t know each other very well, but he had no other plans for the break and Reese talked him into going. “It’ll be fun,” he promised with a wink. “Two weeks of sun and relaxation and bikinis. Oh, wait, that’s not your style.” Andy shot him a dirty glance, but after a semester and a half of rooming together, Reese had grown immune to them. “Well, Speedos then. It’s one way to meet guys, you know?” “It’s not a gay cruise,” Andy reminded him. Reese shrugged. “So? You’re going, aren’t you? I can’t imagine you’ll be the only one on board.” Under his breath, Andy muttered, “You’d be surprised.” Still, it wouldn’t hurt to look. And the change of scenery would be nice. Something different from the cold, wintry weather of upstate New York where another snow storm threatened to fall the day they were scheduled to leave. So he said sure, he’d go along, and he paid for half of his ticket even though Palmer said he didn’t have to, because he felt bad about mooching off him. When Palmer turned to Reese, their friend held up his hands. “Don’t look at me. I ain’t paying you back.” After they’d boarded the ship and Andy unpacked his bags in his small portside room, he met his friends in the dining room for an early lunch. The food was exquisite: plate after plate of exotic dishes he’d never heard of and would probably never eat again. As the evening wore on, he retreated to one of the pools on the upper deck of the ship. He didn’t know what Reese had been talking about when he talked Andy into coming along, because there weren’t any guys in Speedos on the boat, cute or otherwise. The only men his own age were either obviously half of a happily heterosexual couple or working the poolside bar.

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Well, he thought, heading back to his room to change into something appropriate to wear to dinner, at least it’s two weeks out of the cold. Two weeks away from school and who knows? Maybe I’ll find someone to share it with. But he and his friends appeared to be among the few single people on the ship, and the women who glanced his way and giggled when he passed weren’t what he wanted. Day melted into night, studding the clear Caribbean sky with stars like jewels suspended above the ocean. The evening found Andy and his friends at a small, cramped table in the ship’s bar, drinking spiced rum and slushy piña coladas as the room spun dizzily away. Reese sat beside Andy, snickering at everything that was said, and Palmer flirted shamelessly with the waitresses who passed by, but none of them stopped to talk to him. “See anyone you want to hook up with?” Reese asked. Palmer chugged down the last of his slushy drink. “That chick with the tattoo—” Under the table, Reese kicked Palmer’s foot. “I was asking Andy.” He turned, gave his roommate a drunken grin, then frowned as a sobering thought struck him. To Palmer, he asked, “Tattoo where?” Palmer touched the left side of his chest. “Right here, it’s a little pink rose. When she bends down, you can see it.” “Really?” Reese’s eyes widened. “Call her over here again. I want to see it.” Andy elbowed his roommate in the ribs, hard. “You two are horrible.” With a braying laugh, Reese teased, “You’re just feeling left out. Come on, join in the fun. Any sexy guys turning you on tonight?” “He’s already sitting with the two hottest men here,” Palmer joked. “Everyone else pales in comparison. Too bad we’re not queer.” “Yeah, right,” Andy muttered. “Too bad you’re not my type.” “Shit,” Palmer drawled. “With the lights out, they’re all my type.” Reese snorted into the remains of his drink, and Palmer leaned across the

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table, lowering his voice. “Listen you two, if I can’t get a honey here soon, I’m taking you both back to my room and saying the hell with it. I’m getting laid tonight, and beggars can’t be choosers, you know?” Andy shook his head. “I ain’t sleeping with you.” Palmer’s grin was a challenge. “Then who’s caught your eye tonight, Romeo?” Andy kept quiet. The last thing he needed was to point out the cute Hispanic guy behind the bar. Damn, but he wanted a taste of that boy, with the gauzy white pants that clung to his round buttocks, the firm legs hinted at beneath the pants, the rolled sleeves that exposed his lanky forearms, the tight vest all the wait staff wore that looked painted onto his narrow chest. His dark, curly hair had been pulled into a short ponytail at his nape, but a few strands escaped to frizz around his thin face. When he smiled, his teeth dazzled against his dusky skin, and the lights above the bar shone in his black eyes, making them look depthless. Hell yes, Andy was all about that guy, and if he were alone, he’d sidle up to the bar, strike up a conversation, feel the man out. But he wasn’t about to do that with an audience, and he’d known his roommate long enough to know Reese would think it insanely funny, his hitting on the waiter. His stupid laughter would chase away any chance Andy had with the guy. But Andy had been watching the waiter all night long. He had already imagined those large hands on his body, that guy held tight in his arms… in his mind he pictured the two of them entangled in the sheets of his bed, lost in each other and the moment and the steady rocking of the ocean below them a rhythm they would easily match during sex. Covertly, he watched as the guy turned to talk to the bartender, asking about a mixed drink and frowning at the reply. Must be his first day on the job, Andy mused. He didn’t seem too sure of himself back there, and when the other bartender offered to take over for him, relief washed across his face. Coming out

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from behind the bar, he picked up a serving tray and… Holy shit, Andy thought, ducking his head over the half-empty glass of rum he nursed. He’s heading this way. Those are our drinks on that tray. Fuck, fuck, fuck. To bolster his courage, he gulped the rest of his drink, the rum burning his throat on its way down to warm his stomach. “Hey guys,” the waiter said as he approached. He flashed them a winning smile that Andy instantly returned. His voice was deeper than Andy would’ve imagined, and it rumbled through him like thunder, shaking him apart inside. “Who got the margarita?” Palmer raised his hand, his head swiveling to keep his gaze on a pretty redhead who sauntered past their table. “Hey, honey,” he called out, leaning back in his chair, but she ignored him and kept walking. “That was cold.” Reese laughed, then glanced up at the waiter. “Mine’s the White Russian.” The waiter turned his black eyes Andy’s way, and his smile widened. “That leaves the Captain for you,” he said, setting the full glass of Captain Morgan rum in front of him. Andy placed his hand over the waiter’s and smirked when the guy raised one eyebrow at the touch. “What’s your name?” Andy asked. He didn’t care if Reese or Palmer heard him—this close, the man was intoxicating, and he was here to have fun, wasn’t he? “Carlos,” the waiter said, his smile slipping a notch when Andy rubbed his fingers gently. “Sir—” “Andy,” he said, releasing Carlos’s hand. Staring into those depthless eyes, he said, “I’m Andy.” Reese giggled at that, and Carlos glanced around the table, a look of confusion flittering across his features. “But you can call him anytime,” Reese managed before laughing at his own stupid joke. Great, Andy thought, watching the way Carlos looked at him distrustfully.

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Now he thinks we’re picking on him. Beneath the table, he kicked Reese in the shin. His roommate balked. “Hey!” “Shut up,” he growled, glaring at his friend. He turned back to Carlos, hoping to apologize, hoping to smile over Reese’s idiot remark and maybe talk to the guy a bit more, ask him what time he got off from work, if he could maybe buy him a drink… But Carlos was gone, already moving through the crowded room back to the bar, and Andy sighed when he didn’t even look back at him. “See what you did?” he scowled. There went his evening. “Fuck.” **** An hour later, Palmer stared morosely into the bottom of his glass. “Where are all the girls?” he asked for the tenth time. Andy looked around the room, trying to count how many girls he could see who weren’t with anyone. Only a handful, if that. And every single one of them had been turned off by Palmer’s drunken advances. Every time he went to the bar for a refill, he came back alone. “There’s one,” Reese suggested, pointing at a raven-haired woman twice their age who had already told Palmer to leave her alone. Palmer knocked Reese’s hand onto the table. “Don’t point.” With a lusty sigh, he drank down the rest of his drink. “I guess this just isn’t our night.” Andy leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms in front of his chest as he gave them a baleful stare. “I was doing fine,” he said, glancing over at the bar where Carlos stacked fresh drinks on his serving tray. Was it just Andy, or did it seem as if the waiter was studiously trying not to look their way? “Until you opened your big mouth. Thanks, Reese.” Reese shrugged. “Anytime.” Andy kicked at him under the table. “Hey!” his roommate cried. “Stop that.” “I had his name,” Andy said. “I could’ve had his room number if you

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hadn’t made that call me anytime remark.” God, Carlos probably thought Andy was teasing him, the three of them cracking jokes and flirting with anyone who walked past. “You guys are cramping my style.” Palmer laughed at that. “Your style?” he asked. “What about mine? I’m batting zero tonight. Maybe you guys are ruining it for me, too.” “You’re ruining it for yourself,” Reese offered. “It’s the Palmer charm. If it doesn’t knock ‘em dead, it nauseates them instead.” “Shut up.” Raising his glass to signal a refill, Palmer added, “I should’ve left your ass on campus.” Andy watched Carlos sigh as he headed their way. “Speaking of ass,” Reese said, giggling, and Andy kicked him again. “I said stop that. I know where you live.” “And we both told you to shut up.” As Carlos approached, Andy looked up at the waiter and smiled his brightest grin. “Hey again.” “Hey,” Carlos replied, wary. “You guys want another round of drinks?” “Why don’t you join us?” Andy looked around for a fourth chair, but there were none within easy reach. “Just for a drink, some talk, what do you say?” Carlos shook his head. “I’m working.” Andy tried, “Then maybe when you get off?” Beside him, Reese laughed. “Just cut to the chase, Andy.” Grinning at Carlos, he winked and motioned the waiter to lean in closer. In a loud stage whisper, Reese said, “He thinks you have a nice ass.” Carlos frowned at him, and then he looked at Andy, hurt and anger mingling in his dark eyes. Without another word, he left. He didn’t even bother to look up at them in the mirror when he reached the bar. Andy punched Reese’s shoulder as hard as he could. “You bastard!” The sound of his fist hitting home was lost in Reese’s giggles, and even Palmer was laughing now. “Jesus Christ, you guys!” Andy glared at his friends.

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“What the hell is this? Just because you two are striking out, that means I can’t get any action, either?” Palmer shrugged. “Something like that.” Digging into his back pocket, he pulled out his wallet and tossed a few bucks on the table. “You two ready to go?” Andy pushed away from the table in disgust. “Count me out,” he said, rising to his feet. “Where are you going?” Reese wanted to know. Watching Carlos wipe out glasses at the bar, Andy said, “I’m going to apologize for hanging out with you losers.” Reese laughed at that, but Andy didn’t spare them a backward glance. Instead, he crossed the room to lean on the bar beside Carlos, who glanced at him before turning his attention back to the glass in his hand. “Hey,” Andy said softly, reaching out to touch Carlos’s wrist. Carlos pulled away. “Hey yourself,” he said, the frown still on his face. Looking over at Andy’s table, he asked, “Did your friends send you over here?” “No.” Andy touched Carlos’s wrist again. “I just wanted to say—” Pulling away again, Carlos asked, “Is this some kind of joke?” He set the glass down hard on the bar and glared at him. A quick look around assured Andy that no one was watching them, but he couldn’t meet the fire in Carlos’s eyes. “Is this funny to you?” “No,” Andy said again, his brow furrowing. “God, no. It’s not what you think. I’m not…” He sighed. “I’m sorry, Carlos. Reese is an ass, okay? He gets that way when he drinks.” Carlos’s frown deepened, but the next time Andy touched his wrist, he didn’t pull away. Running his fingers along the smooth skin, Andy whispered, “It’s not what you think at all.” In a low voice, Carlos asked, “What is it, then?”

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Andy edged closer to him. He could smell the faint clean scent of a light cologne that made him heady and tugged at a sweet ache blossoming in his groin. “I like you,” he said. He had seen Palmer strike out too many times tonight with the wrong lines, and he might as well be honest. Carlos looked up at him, still frowning slightly. “I think you’re a very sexy guy,” Andy continued, “and Reese was right, I do think you have a nice ass.” Carlos laughed at that. Andy told him, “I came on this cruise to have fun. To meet people—to meet guys. And you’re the only one I’ve seen that interests me.” Covering Carlos’s hand with his own, Andy asked softly, “So what time is your shift over with tonight?” Carlos sighed. Extracting his hand from Andy’s, he said, “I can’t…” He looked at Andy, his hair, his lips, his hand, before his gaze settled on Andy’s eyes, and he sighed again. “Look, I don’t think this is a good idea. You’re here for what, two weeks? No.” Pouting slightly, Andy trailed his finger down Carlos’s own. “Well,” he said, and then he sighed as well. This is all Reese’s fault—it was, wasn’t it? “I’m in room 223 anyway. If you, I don’t know, if you change your mind.” He squeezed Carlos’s hand before walking away and hoped the waiter would stop him, maybe call him back, but he didn’t. **** In his room, Andy shucked off his clothes and stepped into the shower, hoping a strong blast of hot water would wash away the stench of alcohol that clung to him, but he left the bathroom door open because he was sure he’d hear a knock soon. Carlos would find his way down to his room and he’d want to come in, maybe talk a little, maybe do something more… Andy didn’t want to think about that too much, because the last thing he wanted was to jerk off in the shower when Carlos might be coming and he’d had

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so much rum tonight, he didn’t think he could get his libido back up if he had to. And he knew Carlos was going to stop by, he just knew it. But no one knocked, and Andy let the damp towel fall from his waist as he crawled beneath the covers of his bed. Anger whirled through him—he was mad at his friends for scaring away the only guy he’d seen in a long time that made him hard just looking at him, but madder at himself for being disappointed Carlos never showed up. He didn’t want to sleep alone. **** Andy woke to the sound of the phone ringing shrilly on the table beside his bed. Still half asleep, he fumbled with the receiver until he managed to get it pressed against his ear. “Mmm hello?” he groaned. “Get up, lazy ass!” It was Reese—did he have to shout this early in the morning? In the background Andy could hear Palmer laughing like crazy. God, what time was it? When he didn’t say anything, Reese asked, “Hey Andy, did you hear me? I said—” “I heard you,” Andy muttered. Rolling onto his back, the bed sheets tangling around his legs, he blinked in the pale light of the room. “What time is it?” “I don’t know,” Reese admitted. “Around noon, maybe. We’re going to the island, so get out of bed and come on. Boat stops in a half hour.” The island… right this second Andy didn’t feel like going anywhere that required getting out of bed. He had stayed out too late the night before, and after his shower he waited up for an hour or so, hoping Carlos would pay him a visit. When he finally went to bed, he couldn’t sleep, thinking of that tight ass and those dark eyes, and the way Carlos had laughed when he told him he thought he was sexy. And now Palmer and Reese wanted to disembark at one of the islands, and they wanted to drag him along. “I’m not going,” Andy said.

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He could hear the thinly veiled anger in Reese’s voice when he asked, “Are you still mad about last night? Grow up, Andy. We were only playing.” “Yeah, and I had to apologize for it,” Andy replied, getting mad again. “And I’m sleeping alone, Reese. I could’ve had that guy in here if you hadn’t been such a jerk—” “You said you were sorry,” Reese said. “If he’d really wanted to hook up with you, he would’ve bought that. But he didn’t. So get over it already. You bombed out just like the rest of us. Get dressed.” “No,” Andy said, stubborn. “I’m not going.” Reese sighed wearily. “What are you going to do instead? Lie in bed all day and pout because you missed your chance with the waiter?” “Maybe,” Andy said, trying hard not to pout. For a minute he didn’t think Reese would reply. He’d hang up and that would piss Andy off even more. And this was only the second day of their cruise? Damn. Two more weeks of this shit before they were back on campus. Finally Andy sighed. “I’m going to lie here and think about what I could’ve had, Reese. Is that so bad?” “Do you use your right hand or your left hand for that?” Reese wanted to know. Through the phone, Andy could hear Palmer’s peals of laughter in the background. “Fuck you.” He slammed the receiver back into the phone’s cradle and glared at it, daring it to ring again. If you call me back, he swore, I’ll bite your fucking head off, Reese. Don’t mess with me. Don’t you fucking dare mess with me. I am not in the mood. But the phone didn’t ring, and the anger coursing through Andy’s body slowly subsided, leaving him tired and drained. So what if I just want to lie here and think of Carlos all day? Untangling himself from the bed sheets, he kicked one leg out from under

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the covers. The air in his cabin seemed unseasonably warm for December, but then again, this was the Caribbean. Gray light slanted through the curtains that covered the portholes in his room, casting a pale sheen over his bare leg. He couldn’t believe it was almost noon. He didn’t feel like getting up and getting dressed. He didn’t want to run into his friends, and didn’t want to be dragged onshore to some island where he wouldn’t be able to appreciate the half-naked men lounging on the shore. Next cruise, he promised himself, if there is a next one, it better be all gay. No more straight guys crimping my groove. Hell, after last night? Reese and Palmer would be lucky if he even went to the grocery store with them any time in the near future. Given the mood he was in, he didn’t care if he never saw either of them ever again. Rubbing one hand distractedly along the soft skin of his exposed hip, he wondered what Carlos was up to at the moment. Did he think of me last night? Did he even bother to remember my name, or my room number? When he closed his eyes, Andy recalled in vivid detail those dark, soulful eyes and that slow smile, the thick patch of curls pulled back from that slim face, the way those loose pants had pulled so tightly across a sweet, plump ass. With a mind of its own, his hand drifted beneath the covers to stroke along his inner thigh in a long, gentle rhythm that made Andy sigh at the touch, even if it was his own. Reaching for the phone again, Andy dialed room service and ordered something to eat. His stomach growled at the thought of food, and it was a cruise, after all. He might as well live it up. Spreading his legs further apart, he let his fingers dance over his hardening erection, his thoughts drifting back to Carlos and the way those gauzy white pants had cradled his round buttocks, the way his skin had felt beneath Andy’s fingers… the same fingers that now caressed below his scrotum and sent shivers of pleasure through his body. Today it’s my left hand, Reese, Andy thought lazily, cupping his balls and squeezing gently. When it should be his hand, and that’s your fault, you scared him

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away and now I’ll never see him smile when I press him back to the pillow, I’ll never hear him gasp my name, I’ll never feel him in me when he comes. Those images tugged at his groin, and his fingers enclosed over his thick cock, sliding easily up and down the hardening length. Andy closed his eyes and moaned when his palm closed over the tip of his dick, already damp. He was close, just a few more minutes, and he thought of Carlos’s smile, his eyes, the way those pants had pulled against his thighs when he walked… A knock on the cabin door interrupted him. It was just a quick tap, but Andy’s hand froze around his erection. Shit. Maybe it’s the guys. He really didn’t want to stop now, not when he was close to coming—three seconds more would give him the release he needed. Squeezing himself, he dared to moan a little louder and cleared his throat before calling out, “Who is it?” “Room service,” a man’s voice replied. Andy sighed. Who would’ve thought room service could be so fast? And now he was throbbing in his hand, and naked to boot. He didn’t even want to think about pulling on a pair of boxers, cramming his hard length into the confines of pants that would hurt too damn much. Andy didn’t want to go through the hassle when just a few minutes more he’d come and it would all be over with… “Sir?” The knock came again, louder this time. “Room service. Did you order breakfast?” “Yeah,” Andy called out, but the word was lost in a moan as his fingers brushed through the kinky hair at his crotch, tickling along soft skin. It seemed surreal, carrying on a conversation as he fondled himself. He felt twelve again, jerking off in his bedroom while his mother yelled at him to unlock his bedroom door. “Can’t you just leave it out there?” He saw the door knob jiggle. “I really shouldn’t…” No, of course not. “Can you bring it in, then?” He called out. “Or something?”

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As a key scraped into the lock, Andy thrust into his hand, hoping to speed things along and get this over with already. One hard fuck, another, his hand massaging his length as he prayed, Come on, please… Then the door opened, and Andy’s fingers clenched around his cock with an almost painful grip as he recognized the waiter from the night before. Carlos shot Andy a quick, unreadable glance as he entered the room, pushing a small food cart in front of him. “I could get fired for this,” he muttered. “Oh God,” Andy moaned. Carlos flashed him a quick grin. “Breakfast in bed?” he asked in that deep voice Andy had heard in his dreams. He wouldn’t come, he swore to himself he wouldn’t come, not now, not with Carlos standing right here, but it was hard to keep his hand still as his gaze strayed down the guy’s body. Releasing his erection, Andy pressed his dick down between his legs, hoping it couldn’t be seen beneath the covers. “Carlos,” he said with a shaky laugh. An involuntary squirt of pre-cum trickled down his thighs. “I didn’t expect…” Carlos smiled. “I’m sure you didn’t.” Kicking the door shut behind him, he rolled the food cart over to the bed and looked down at Andy, taking in the hooded eyes, the disheveled hair. Andy knew his face was flushed, and a thin film of sweat beaded above his upper lip. When he met Carlos’s dark gaze, he couldn’t help but stroke himself beneath the covers. Please God, he prayed, staring into those depthless eyes. Give me an ounce of strength here, that’s all I need. Just let me hold out a little bit longer, please, just until he leaves… “I wanted to apologize for last night,” Carlos was saying. Andy tried to concentrate on his words. “For what?” Carlos shrugged. “I was just… I don’t know. I didn’t really trust your friends. I mean, you have to be careful—” “What?” Andy asked, more of a breathless moan than anything else. His

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fingers pinched the tip of his dick, and his eyes slipped shut against the lust that shot through him. Almost inaudible, he sighed, “Please.” Carlos sat down on the edge of the bed, his pants pulling taut along his thigh, his hand just inches from Andy’s bare hip. Andy’s lower lip trembled at the guy’s nearness; he caught it between his teeth and bit down, hard, trying to force himself to focus. On the moment, the man beside him, the insatiable hunger that gnawed at his cock and balls and soul… “Carlos,” he begged “please.” Through the covers, Carlos ran his hand along the curve of Andy’s hip. Andy’s hand gave another involuntary jerk at his erection. He couldn’t do this. He just couldn’t. Another hard pull like that, and he’d squirt all over the damn cabin. Watching Carlos carefully, Andy admitted, “I’ve been thinking about you.” Carlos laughed. “I can see that.” Andy felt his face flush. Before he could respond, one of Carlos’s slim hands eased beneath the covers. Andy gasped as those warm fingers tickled over his bare skin, ran through the kinked hair at his groin, then closed over Andy’s own hand, circling his dick. As he stroked along the length of Andy’s cock, Carlos watched him closely, his gaze never leaving Andy’s face. “Yes,” Andy sighed. He caught his upper lip between his teeth and drew in a sharp breath as Carlos let his hand drift lower, cupping Andy’s balls. “Yes.” With his forefinger, Carlos traced the underside of Andy’s dick, from the bulbous tip back down to the base, then rubbed over his nuts, drawing a line down the center of his soft sac. Then lower—Andy slid down a bit, spread his legs, let that exploring finger find its way over the trembling skin beneath his balls to poke between his buttocks. Andy flexed his sphincter, trying to draw that finger into him. “Please,” he whispered. “Yes, God yes, please.” With both hands Carlos eased the covers back, exposing Andy’s smooth, pale skin. The air kissed his nipples erect, and the bed sheets rubbed over his

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stomach and crotch, exciting him with the gentle fall of fabric over heated skin. When the sheet uncovered his hard cock, heavily veined and curving up from the thatch of wild blond curls at Andy’s crotch, Carlos whistled appreciatively. With a faint smile, Andy teased, “See what you missed?” “I’m here now,” Carlos replied. “Doesn’t that count?” As if magnetized, his hand was drawn again to Andy’s thick shaft. Pushing Andy’s hand out of the way, Carlos wrapped his fingers around the hefty length, his thumb stroking the slit in the plum-colored tip. Andy lay back against the pillows of his bed, his hips rising off the mattress as he thrust into Carlos’s hand. “Yes,” he gasped, as that thumb did delicious things to his cockhead. It swirled over swollen flesh, tickled along tender skin, until Andy couldn’t restrain himself and thin pre-cum trickled down Carlos’s wrist. Two strokes were all Andy needed. Just two hard strokes and he’d come… But his eyes widened when Carlos leaned down to kiss the tip of his dick. Then a pink tongue licked out, tasting him, and Andy couldn’t do it any longer, he just wasn’t that strong—with a cry of lust, he bucked against the hand that held him and gave into his need, the orgasm ripping from him with an explosive rush. Before he was even finished, he was apologizing. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled, eyes closed, head back, dick spasming in Carlos’s fingers. His hips couldn’t stop thrusting into that willing hand. “Oh jeez, I just couldn’t hold it, I’m so sorry…” A gentle hand ran through Andy’s damp hair, smoothing it back from his sweaty brow. Wet lips kissed his chin, and the scent of his own jism filled Andy’s senses. “It’s cool,” Carlos whispered. “Look at me.” Opening one eye, Andy saw white cum beaded in Carlos’s dark curls. His dusky skin was slicked with Andy’s juice, and a broad smile split his thin lips. The guy was so damn close, his hand still caressing Andy’s wilted cock, that Andy felt aroused all over again. “You’re a mess,” he murmured.

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Carlos puckered his lips to blow Andy a kiss. “You’re the one just about shot my eye out.” Andy sat up and touched his mouth to Carlos’s. The lips that met his were strong, demanding, and tasted of himself. As the hand at his crotch slowly teased him erect again, Andy whispered against Carlos, “Will you fuck me?” He felt the waiter’s lips grin against his own. “Thought you’d never ask.” **** The food on the cart was ignored as Carlos stripped out of his clothes and joined Andy in the bed. His skin looked dark against Andy’s pale flesh, and his uncut cock jutted from the black curls at his crotch, the ruddy tip pointing Andy’s way. There was a box of condoms on the top of Andy’s bedside table— he’d packed them in anticipation of the ‘good time’ Palmer assured him he’d have, and thanked God he hadn’t thrown them out after he bombed at the bar the night before. Rearranging his pillows onto the side of the bed, Andy leaned over them, ass in the air, legs spread in invitation, as Carlos pulled on a condom. For a few moments, Andy waited, patient, his dick already hardening against the pillows in anticipation of sex. Then he heard Carlos grunt behind him, and he looked over one shoulder, concerned. The guy had the condom in one hand, the other rubbing his foreskin back and forth over his dick as if masturbating. “Hello?” Andy wiggled his hips, clenched his buttocks. “I’m waiting.” Carlos grinned. “So impatient,” he teased, “you Americans.” Andy laughed. “Fuck me already.” With a final squeeze of his dick, Carlos slid the condom onto his shaft, then climbed onto the bed behind Andy. There was a small, complimentary bottle of lotion that had been in Andy’s cabin when he checked in; Carlos emptied it into his hands, rubbed them together, then touched both hands to Andy’s ass. The cool lotion glided over his skin, between his cheeks, over the

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puckered hole of his anus. He arched his back, pushing into Carlos’s hands, moaning as one slick finger eased into him. “Please,” he sobbed, rocking back against that finger. “Oh God, oh please, please.” Carlos didn’t need more prompting. He guided his dick to Andy’s trembling hole; the tip pushed between Andy’s buttocks, then worked its way inside. With slow, gentle strokes, Carlos found a steady rhythm that bumped up against Andy’s prostate. Andy clawed at the bed sheets, buried his head in the covers, writhed beneath Carlos’s mind-numbingly slow fuck. Beneath him, his cock hardened again. “Yes,” he gasped, “Yes, yes, yes.” Afterwards they lay twisted in the sheets, arms and legs tangled together, bodies pressed together until they were one. Carlos held Andy close against him, his chin resting on Andy’s shoulder, his steady breath growing slow and even after sex. Two weeks, Andy thought, entwining his fingers with Carlos’s and settling back into his arms. Jesus, this is paradise. I’ll never want to leave. Turning in Carlos’s embrace, he whispered, “I’m so glad you changed your mind.” “I couldn’t let you have all the fun, now could I?” Carlos gave him a tender kiss. On the bedside table, the phone rang. With another kiss, Carlos commanded, “Don’t answer that.” Andy half-turned toward the phone. “It’s probably my friends.” He was surprised to find he wasn’t mad at them anymore. Hell, he should probably thank them, because if he hadn’t been pissed he would’ve gone to the island and missed this second chance. But Carlos held him tight, kissing his neck and shoulders, and the phone rang undisturbed beside them. Into Andy’s ear, he breathed, “Then I really don’t want you to answer it.” As his hand drifted to Andy’s crotch again, Andy agreed. “Let it ring.”

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The End

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