by Brina Brady
“Did someone call you?”
“No, I called Mr. Benson and told him I wouldn’t be coming in anymore.”
“You did?”
“Yes, but he said I could return anytime I wanted to. He was glad I was back with you, and he understands why I want to spend more time with you.”
“I was going to tell you not to make any final decisions about your dancing, but the door is open if you change your mind. I’m happy with your decision. I mean, I’m looking forward to spending more time with you.”
“What do you have in your hand?” Abel asked.
Darius handed him the tickets and itinerary.
“We’re going on a trip to the Keys?” Abel asked.
“Have you ever been to Florida?”
“No. Just Utah and here. This is so exciting!”
“So we’re going to go shopping for clothes. At the very least, we need trunks for swimming.”
When they’d returned home and put their clothes away, Abel asked if he could go into his room to use the laptop. Of course, Darius said yes.
CHAPTER THIRTY
Abel
Abel leaned his head on the airplane window. Sitting beside Daddy Darius on his first flight was exciting and frightening. He didn’t want to act like a fool, but his fear shifted to overdrive. Vivid images of the plane crashing and exploding into flames clouded his mind. The fear of his body bursting into flames was real. These dreadful thoughts moved to the horrific suffering of his mother and sister. Just like that, he was on the verge of tears. Yet on the way to the airport, he had been in perfect spirits. How could one thought lead him to a bad place within an instant?
A dark-haired flight attendant bee lining to their seats interrupted Abel’s morbid thoughts. She offered Abel a small, shy smile and immediately turned her attention to Daddy Darius.
“Sir, can I get you something to drink?” she asked.
“Scotch on the rocks,” Darius said, “What do you want, Abel?”
“Piña colada.”
“I need to see your son’s ID,” she said, looking at Daddy Darius.
Abel laughed as he pulled out his wallet and showed her his driver’s license. She’d thought Daddy Darius was his real father. He turned to Abel with a big smile on his face. They both needed to lighten the moment, and Abel thought it was funny. When he’d gone out with Mr. Benson, people had thought he was his grandfather, and neither of them had thought it was funny.
“Thank you, Abel.”
“He’s not my son. He’s my partner,” Daddy Darius said.
“Oh, I’m sorry. Would you guys like some cheese and crackers to go with your drinks?”
“I want some,” Abel said, still smiling from Daddy Darius claiming him as his partner. He remembered that Daddy Darius didn’t advertise he was gay and certainly never admitted on the outside that he was in a gay relationship.
“Sure, we’d both like some.”
Daddy Darius had brought two copies of a crime novel so they could read the same book on vacation. Abel was so excited to read the same book as Daddy Darius. He’d told Abel they could discuss the characters and plot. They picked up the novels from their seat pockets.
Daddy Darius sat up straighter, looking absolutely delicious in his Hawaiian shirt. Abel’s shirt matched his. They’d even bought matching bathing trunks.
“I’m afraid of flying,” Abel said, turning to Daddy Darius.
“I know. That’s why we’re having a drink so early.”
“I hope I don’t make a fool of myself.” Abel was so worried about the plane crashing he hadn’t noticed it was early for a drink. Hopefully, it would help settle his fear.
“Look at me. I won’t allow anything to happen to you. The first time is scary, but we’ll be flying more, and soon it won’t bother you.”
“We will?” Abel asked, feeling safer beside Daddy Darius.
“Sure. Now that you’ll be working for me, you can take a vacation when I want us to go away.”
“I’ve never gone on a vacation. I just moved from Utah to Minnesota.”
“We’re going to change that. How did you move to Minnesota?”
“Mr. Benson hired me over the phone and paid for my move. I drove my car loaded with my things and stayed in motels on the way. He rented a motel room for me when I got here.”
“How did he hire you over the phone?”
“I sent him a video.”
“It’s so odd that you found Boka Boys when you lived in Utah.”
“It’s called the Internet. I searched for a pole dancer job at the library, and Boka Boys popped up.”
“I’d like to think it was destiny for us to meet.”
The flight attendant brought them their drinks and snacks.
Abel licked the top of his drink, then sipped it through the straw.
“You’re so cute when you lick things.” Darius leaned over and kissed Abel.
“I didn’t expect that in public.” Abel’s face warmed.
“You didn’t like it?”
“Do it again.”
***
When the plane landed, Abel’s stomach felt weird. The drink had relaxed him enough that he felt okay, but he was grateful when they’d landed on the runway without crashing. Doing things with Daddy Darius was so much better than doing them alone. After they picked up their luggage, Daddy Darius hailed a cab to drive them to their little bungalow near the ocean. The location was the most romantic place Abel had ever been to, and he loved it straight away. Inside, everything was cool from the air conditioner running.
“Get your trunks on.”
Abel went through his suitcase and changed into his swimming trunks. He kept his eyes on Daddy Darius when he removed his shorts. After he put on his trunks, he pulled out two beach towels and some sunscreen.
“Stand still. I have to put some sunscreen on you,” Daddy Darius said.
He put some sunscreen on his fingertips and gently dubbed it over Abel’s face. He made sure he smoothed the sunscreen in evenly covering his whole face, being careful not to smear any into his eyes. He even applied some on his ears and the back of his neck. Daddy Darius sparingly rubbed the sunscreen over his arms, legs, and his body. When he was done, Abel’s cock was hard, turning it into a sexual experience. He returned the favor and put sunscreen on Daddy Darius’s body. He bent so Abel could put some on his face.
Holding hands, they left the small beach bungalow and shuffled barefoot through the white sand to the ocean. Salt and sand burned his eyes, so he slipped his sunglasses on. Daddy Darius already had his on. He was the sexiest man Abel had ever been with, and he was grateful they were together. They threw their matching beach towels on the sand and sat down. Abel couldn’t wait to go swimming. It was all he could do to sit still on the towel.
All Abel’s fantasies had left his mind the moment he saw the actual ocean for the first time. The dazzling sand sparkled in the golden sunlight and made this moment perfect, especially sharing it with Daddy Darius. Listening with both an open heart and ear, Abel heard the waves crashing against the sand.
“I never asked you before, but do you know how to swim?” Daddy Darius asked.
“Of course, I do. Why would you think I couldn’t?”
“I wondered if you were allowed to swim.”
“I’ve swum since I was four. My father taught me, but it was more like he tried to drown me while doing it. Anyway, I learned fast so I wouldn’t keep getting shoved underwater.”
“You remember that?”
“Like it was yesterday. I’m glad I’m free of him.”
“I’m glad too. I love being with you.”
Crashing waves beating on the sand invited them to get their feet wet. No one was on their private beach.
“How about showing me how well you can swim?” Daddy Darius asked.
“Sure, let’s go.”
Abel took off toward the water.
“Hey, wait for me,” Daddy Darius grabbed his hand, and they made their
way to the ocean. Smiling, they stared out into the glimmer of the ocean as their feet sank and squished into the wet sand at the edge of the waves. Abel breathed the warm and salty ocean breeze and dug his feet in deeper as he closed his eyes for a moment. He let his mind drift away, just let it all go. This feeling was the closest he’d ever been to pure happiness.
“Race me,” Daddy Darius challenged.
Without a word, Abel flew right past Daddy Darius and dove into a huge wave. He swam underwater until he made it to the breaking part. The waves crawled gently to the shore. He scanned the water for Daddy Darius and didn’t see him. For a moment, he feared the current had pulled him under. Then his bathing trunks were pulled down to his knees. Daddy Darius popped up out of the water with his hand on Abel’s cock.
“Damn, what are you doing to me?” Abel asked, as he tried to pull up his trunks, but Daddy Darius didn’t let him.
“I wanted to feel you.”
“Your hand feels good on me. Don’t make me come here,” Abel said.
“Why not?”
“It doesn’t seem right.” Abel closed his eyes, enjoying the stroking but fighting himself.
“Okay, Abel. I’ll get you later then. Get on my back.”
Abel climbed onto Daddy Darius’s back and held on to his shoulders while he swam and rode some waves. Abel enjoyed riding Daddy Darius.
“I want to take you to lots of new places.” Daddy Darius swam to shore with Abel hanging on to his back, his head on his shoulder.
They sat on their towels to dry off. The ocean breeze built into a stronger wind, and the sky darkened. A storm edged nearer. Soon rain would pour buckets. Just their luck that rain was on the way when they were on the beach.
“It’s going to rain now,” Abel said.
“It won’t last long. These are just showers. They’ll be over by dinner time.”
“That’s good.”
“Let’s go inside and get dressed for dinner. Wear your trunks underneath.”
Abel hated leaving the beautiful beach. They shook the sand from their towels and walked to their bungalow, holding hands.
Daddy Darius showered first while Abel watched. The shower cubicle was entirely too small for both of them. Abel showered himself inside and out to be clean. He had no idea what Daddy Darius had in mind and wanted to be ready for anything. With a towel wrapped around his body, Abel stepped into the bedroom. Daddy Darius was sitting naked on the edge of the bed. He was stunning, and Abel adored him.
“Come here, boy.”
Abel sauntered over to him, his cock once again silently betraying him by making a tent under his white towel. Abel had no idea how to control his cock at times and didn’t have the energy to fight himself anymore. Whatever this was, he would go with it. Daddy Darius never once complained about his hard-on.
Still on the bed, Daddy Darius unraveled the towel from around Abel’s body and let it drop to the ceramic tile floor. The cold air hit his skin instantly, especially his cock and balls.
“Respectable hard-on.” He stroked Abel’s hard cock.
“Thanks.” He closed his eyes, enjoying Daddy Darius’s touch.
“How about I help you out with this throbbing erection?” Daddy Darius asked, continuing to stroke Abel’s rock-hard cock.
“Tell me how,” Abel said, not knowing exactly what Daddy Darius had in mind, but he needed to come. His cock demanded release. No one had ever made Abel feel like this before.
Daddy Darius grabbed Abel’s thighs and pulled him closer. He took Abel’s cock into his mouth and began sucking him. Daddy Darius’s tongue raced up and down his shaft, spending time on the head and swirling around it. His hands massaged his balls while he stuck his tongue inside Abel’s slit, jamming it in and out repeatedly, creating a desperate need.
Abel took a deep breath. “I’m going to come,” he warned Daddy Darius, but he only worked harder at sucking him off. Finally, Abel couldn’t hold his orgasm off any longer and shot hot cum right into Daddy Darius’s mouth.
Abel moaned while Daddy Darius continued to suck him and swallow his cum, then licked Abel’s cock clean.
“Thank you.” Abel wrapped his arms around Daddy Darius.
“On all fours on the bed.” Daddy Darius helped him into the position, forcing his head down on the pillow. He put on a condom, then lubed his cock and Abel’s hole.
“It’s such a beautiful pink hole without any hair,” Daddy Darius said.
Daddy Darius carefully edged his big cock into his lubed hole. His thick cock stretched Abel’s hole farther than he’d ever thought it could stretch. The burn felt good.
“Yes, my Papa Bear is so good to me,” Abel said.
“That’s it, my Baby Bear,” Daddy Darius said. “Stick that cute little ass in the air. I want to hear my big balls smacking against those round little pink cheeks of yours. Fuck, my beautiful Baby Bear, you have such a tight hole. I could fuck you for hours.”
Abel didn’t answer at first, enjoying Daddy Darius’s cock rubbing against his prostate. He loved how he always found it and made him feel so good. Abel moaned. “Mmm, your Baby Bear likes the sound of that.” He felt the intensity at one spot up inside his ass, exciting him, almost making him crazy. Abel panted, sweating and quivering from the pleasure inside him.
“Good boy.” Daddy Darius wrapped his arm around Abel, stroking his cock with more intensity. Daddy Darius twisted Abel’s nipples with his other hand, bringing moans of pleasure from him. He shifted his hands, holding his balls with one while the other was pulling the foreskin back as far as possible. The combined pain and pleasure caused Abel to moan more loudly in delight as he came. His legs spread wider, allowing Daddy Darius full access.
“Ahh—I’m coming,” Daddy Darius shouted.
After their epic lovemaking, they showered again and dressed, then sat up in bed, reading to each other while it continued to rain. Later, when the rain stopped, they took a cab to the rental Tiki boats.
“I like Florida. No wonder everyone comes here on vacation,” Abel said.
“Yes, it’s nice, but I love the snow in the winter too.”
“The snow is fun too.”
Daddy Darius had rented a private Tiki boat for dinner. The motorized floating Tiki Bar was ten-sided with a thatched hut in the middle surrounded by a bar with stools for seating. Would they have to cook dinner on there? Did they have a stove?
“Sit down while I start the engine.” Daddy Darius pulled two sodas out for Abel and himself. They’d provided a big cooler with plenty of iced drinks and a packed dinner.
Abel sat on the stool and watched Daddy Darius start up the boat and steer straight down the long bay. He sat down beside Abel but kept his eye on the direction of the boat. He parked in a private spot away from the crowd, dropped the anchor, and turned off the engine.
“Are you going to cook on here?” Abel asked.
“Of course, I am. I ordered two steaks with salads, and they put the items in the cooler. Do you see the grill?” Daddy Darius pointed to the grill.
He put the steaks on and made the salad for them. When everything was done, they ate at the bar, side by side.
“These are delicious. I never knew there were boats like this.”
“Are you having a good time here?”
“Yes. This is the best day of my life. Thank you.”
“You make me very happy. Let’s clean up and take a dip before we go back.” They undressed down to their trunks. A ladder allowed them to get down into the water, but they both chose to dive in.
“You really can swim and dive too. You’re amazing, Abel.”
“Thanks. I never want to go home. I love it here.”
“I have a big surprise for you when we go home.”
“What is it?”
“It wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you.”
“That’s true.”
They swam back to the Tiki boat and enjoyed the ride back to the dock, then walked down the street and stopped at a ga
y bar.
“Mostly gay people are here,” Abel said.
“Yes, but not all. This pub is for gays who like to dance. I bet you’d love to dance here.”
Abel scanned the dancer on the bartop. “Yes, it looks fun.”
“How about if you dance with me over there,” Daddy Darius pointed to the dancing area.
Abel looked around at the other couples who were mostly men with men, but a few women were dancing with women and some with men.
They weaved their way through the dancing crowd. Even though the club had a raised dance floor, a lot of men were swaying and gyrating against each other where they stood. The loud music crawled inside Abel’s body, energizing him, exciting him. Strobe lights flashed through the darkness as Daddy Darius pulled Abel close to him as they moved to the rhythm of the music. He couldn’t miss the familiar scent of Daddy Darius. Abel slowly turned around so he danced with his back to Daddy Darius. He was shocked that Daddy Darius could dance and had sexy moves that drove Abel crazy. He wasn’t used to dancing with anyone, just by himself. Abel danced behind Daddy Darius, air-brushing his ass. Daddy Darius moved his hips in a circular motion, and Abel’s hips matched his. Daddy Darius’s hands touched him all over as they found a comfortable rhythm but never wandered too far from each other.
When the song ended, they danced to the next slower ones. They clung to each other, kissing every now and then. He never wanted to leave The Keys. He’d never forget them either.
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
Abel
Minnesota
Daddy Darius drove nearly a mile along the winding dirt road lined on both sides by mature trees. Abel swallowed hard when he bounced high in his seat, almost hitting his head on the roof. The radio station turned to static as the truck crept closer to the top of the rocky hill, but stopped at the tall gate. Mounted on the gate was a sign. “Private Property. Do Not Enter.” From the opened driver’s window, Daddy Darius punched a series of numbers into a keypad. When the gate opened, he leaned over and kissed Abel.
“I love you, Abel. I want to make you happy forever,” Daddy Darius said.
