by G. G. Royale
If Jake closed his eyes, he could imagine he was home, but he realized he didn’t want to. This was so much better.
“It’s a beaut.”
“They are, aren’t they?”
“I meant your cock.” Desi kept working Jake’s length, and Jake lost himself in the sensation. He wanted it to go on forever: the warm water, Desi’s strong hands on his body, the faint music from the beach. The entire scene seemed idyllic.
But Jake didn’t want a hand job. He wanted more.
“You’re going to make me come.”
“Well, yeah.” Desi smiled, his teeth a bright flash in the night.
“Save it for later,” Jake told him and pushed out of his grasp.
They swam a little longer; Jake wanted to sober up some before heading back to his room with Desi. Nothing should ruin the experience. Finally, they waded back to the beach. The other partiers had left, and the men couldn’t find their clothes.
“Some joke,” Desi grumbled as he paced up and down the beach, trying to find his shorts.
“Mine are gone too,” Jake said.
“Guess we’ll have to make a run for it.”
Jake scanned the beach. He could see no other late-night swimmers, and his little hut sat right on the water about a half-mile up the beach.
“Race you,” he said, and without waiting, he started off.
“Hey!” Desi cried, and Jake could hear his footsteps pounding on the sand next to him. Primal, Jake thought. No other word could describe the sensation of running naked along damp sand, the moon shining down, saltwater drying on his body in the breeze off the ocean. He glanced over and watched Desi. Desi’s dreads bounced as he ran, and great breaths heaved in his perfect chest. Jake wanted to make him breathe heavy for another reason.
The porch light on his small shack glimmered invitingly ahead of them, and the two men swallowed up the distance.
They hammered up the stairs, and their hands both met on the doorknob at the same time. Jake’s momentum carried him into the door as he tried to open it, meeting the solid surface with an “umph.” He held still for a moment and brought his hand to his forehead. “Keys were in my pocket,” he said with a glance down the naked length of his body. “I guess I’ll have to go get another set from the manager.” The idea of waltzing into the manager’s office completely naked struck him as quite funny, and he began to giggle. Desi picked up on it, and before long, they were both laughing, holding each other.
After a moment, Desi said, “There you go,” and pointed to something. Draped across the railing of another one of the vacation cottages was a sarong, probably left out to dry.
“Wait here,” Jake said and went over to fetch it. He wrapped it around his waist and headed for the manager’s office. The late hour caused him to get some nasty looks from the manager, but he had another set of keys in no time.
He also grabbed a string of condoms from the fishbowl on the counter. He hadn’t expected to need them, and he knew Desi definitely didn’t have any with him, so these would have to suffice. The manager raised a dark eyebrow, and the corner of his mouth turned up slightly. Jake winked and ran back out of the lobby toward his bungalow. As he climbed the steps, he stripped off the sarong and threw it back toward the railing from which he’d taken it. He didn’t even bother to see if it landed right.
Jake unlocked the door, and he and Desi tumbled into the room. He didn’t take any time to show Desi the accommodations. Instead, he pushed him down on the bed, climbed up beside him, and pulled the mosquito netting closed. He dropped the condoms on the bed and covered Desi with his body. He couldn’t hold back any longer; he crushed his mouth to Desi’s. Passion had taken over. He nipped and bit at Desi’s lips. He wanted to consume the other man, from mouth to cock and back again. He wanted Desi to take his ass, split him in two. Heat coursed through Jake’s body, and he couldn’t remember ever feeling this ignited. Maybe the tropical heat caused it, or going so long without a partner. Or maybe Desi himself made it happen.
Jake didn’t know, and he didn’t care. Only this moment mattered.
He kissed down Desi’s body, feeling the ripples of muscle and taut skin beneath his lips. He licked away the saltwater and tasted just the faintest remainder of coconut suntan oil beneath. Just as he’d imagined.
In the faint illumination from the front porch light coming in through the louvered windows, Jake stopped to admire Desi’s cock, fully erect and rearing toward him. The same golden tan covered his entire body, so Jake knew something like their midnight run tonight didn’t happen infrequently in Desi’s life.
Jake reached for one of the condoms, tore it off the string, and opened the package. He rolled it down over Desi’s member, and then shivered as realization of what would now happen washed through him.
He couldn’t hold back another moment. He wanted that cock in his mouth, and in one motion, he took it all the way to the root, deep-throating it.
Desi gasped, and Jake smiled around the rigid length in his mouth.
“Go easy on me,” Desi said, his voice breathy. “It’s been a while.”
Jake knew how to deal with that. Get him off fast and early, and then play with him all night. He increased the pressure and drag on Desi’s cock. He brought his hand into play, stroking up and down to meet his lips, leaving no inch of the member untouched. Desi pumped his hips up toward Jake, fucking his mouth with raw abandon.
Outside, the pop, hiss, and crackle of more fireworks filled the air, and as one particularly large boom signified something that surely looked magnificent outside, Desi came, filling the tip of the condom with his seed. Jake could feel it swell against the back of his throat. He gave a final lap up the underside of Desi’s cock with his tongue, and then pulled away. He moved up the bed and settled in next to Desi. Desi wrapped his arm around Jake and pulled him against his chest. He kissed Jake sweetly.
“You’ve got some mouth,” Desi told Jake.
“And you’ve got some cock.” He smiled. “I wish I could taste it for real.”
Desi glanced away. “Maybe someday.”
The thought of a someday existing for them caused Jake’s heartbeat to kick up a notch. Fireworks crashed outside.
“I can see why you Yanks like this holiday.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah.” Their eyes met, and Desi pulled Jake down for another kiss. “Give me a few minutes to recover, and then we’ll take care of you.” He reached down and stripped the used condom off his waning prick, tied it off, and dropped it to the floor beside the bed. “I’ll get it later.”
He came back to Jake for another kiss. Jake smiled against Desi’s lips. He didn’t care what the other man did to him, so long as he got to feel their bodies together.
They lay there together in the darkness, listening to the party grow outside. The bars must have closed, Jake thought; it sounded like everybody was coming down to the beach. Music suddenly filled the air, and the fireworks continued over it, along with the laughter and shouting of many people on the beach. To Jake, it sounded like a festival. A festival to celebrate the fact that he’d found this man—practically a god, really—and they would come together. He knew they would. He wanted Desi to take his ass, to fuck him senseless.
Minutes ticked by, and Jake waited, content with Desi’s embrace around his shoulders, the sounds from outside, and the brief flashes of firework light that came in through the louvered window.
Finally Desi moved on the bed, pulled his arm away from Jake, and trailed his fingers down Jake’s body. His hands wrapped around Jake’s cock, and now came Jake’s turn to gasp. Desi positioned himself between Jake’s legs, and Jake expected Desi’s lips on his cock, but instead he traveled farther down and laved his tongue around Jake’s balls.
Jake sighed, and his cock stood up, painfully erect. He feared one small touch could send him over the edge. But Desi continued down, running his tongue along Jake’s taint and then into the crack of his ass.
“Hand me a
pillow,” Desi murmured. Jake grabbed one and passed it down to Desi. “Up off the bed.”
Jake knew what he meant, so he raised his hips up, and Desi stuffed the pillow beneath them.
“Better.” Desi’s rough hands pried apart Jake’s cheeks, and then Desi’s tongue rimmed his asshole. Jake squirmed at the sensation, wanting more of it, wanting it deeper.
As if he could read Jake’s mind, Desi did go deeper, pushing his tongue into the tight ring of Jake’s ass. Jake’s body tensed, and he almost came just like that.
“Don’t have any lube, do you?” Desi asked, his voice a hot beat against Jake’s skin.
“No, but I can take it.”
“Are you sure? I don’t want to wear you out too early.”
“I’m sure.”
Desi straightened and took a new condom off the string.
He ran his hand up and down his cock a few times, and then slipped the condom on. He leaned back over Jake’s form and liberally licked and slobbered against his asshole, trying to provide as much moisture as possible.
Jake pulled up his knees, and Desi knelt between them.
He grasped the base of his cock with one hand and pulled aside one globe of Jake’s ass with the other. He leaned in, and his prick nudged against Jake’s tight rosette. Jake held his knees and gritted his teeth. So much time had passed since his last encounter that he didn’t feel entirely sure he could take it, but he would. He wanted to, badly.
Desi pushed in, and Jake’s hole gave way, allowing Desi to sink in. He placed both his hands on Jake’s stomach and held still for a moment. “You’re so tight.” Desi ran his hands up Jake’s body, circling his nipples with the rough pads of his fingers. Jake moaned and relaxed, and his body began to respond to Desi’s cock, in a good way. “There it is,” Desi murmured, and he began to slide ever so slowly in and out of Jake’s ass.
“Come here,” Desi said. He held out a hand to Jake, and Jake reached up for it. “Lick it good.”
Jake ran his tongue all around the hand, licking each finger down to the webbing and then back up again, coating it in his saliva. Desi took his spit-slick hand and wrapped it around Jake’s straining cock. As he fucked Jake’s ass, he stroked his prick, and Jake’s head fell back to the pillow. His eyes rolled back into his head. He became a creature of his desire. All thought of consequence, tomorrow, any future... all of it fled like a leaf on monsoon floodwaters. He only existed here, now, a receptacle for this man. His.
Jake’s balls tightened, and he heard Desi gasping above him. “Soon,” Desi panted. “Soon, soon...”
The pull on Jake’s cock grew more furious, and he grunted with each jagged yank. Desi’s prick stroked inside him at a pace that seemed impossible.
Jake’s entire being gathered at the base of his cock. He stilled, and as he did, Desi rammed once more deep inside him. Jake exploded up, a fountain of cum erupting over Desi’s hand and sprinkling down over Jake’s stomach. And Jake could feel Desi come within him, the spasms of his cock bucking against the tender inner walls of his ass.
Desi pulled out slowly, and Jake whimpered at the loss.
He collapsed next to Jake on the bed. Jake reached out and twined one of Desi’s still-damp dreads around his finger.
Then they both drifted off to sleep.
III. Domestic Bliss, If Brief
JAKE awoke to find his finger still loosely entwined in one of Desi’s dreadlocks. Sun streamed in through the slits in the louver blinds. Jake couldn’t remember a more idyllic morning. He could even hear the song of birds in the palm trees outside welcoming him to the day. He pulled his hand away from Desi and stood to stretch. His body protested the movement, but in that lovely way that only came from a thorough loving. I need a shower. After the swim and the other activities of last night, Jake smelled. The aroma didn’t seem too unpleasant, but he didn’t want to subject Desi to it when the other man woke.
Jake headed into the bathroom, turned on the shower, and stepped under the cool water. He closed his eyes and let it course over his tired body. Hands caressed down his back, and Jake turned his head. “I didn’t hear you come in.”
Desi leaned in to kiss him. “Okay if I join you?” he asked.
“Definitely.” Jake turned, and the two naked men embraced beneath the spray of the shower. The kiss had both their cocks straining again, and after a quick wash they toweled off and headed back to bed. Jake’s ass had not fully recovered, so the two men sixty-nined, sucking and moaning in turn until they both came. After they cleaned up the room, Desi convinced Jake to come with him to the market for a breakfast of fresh fruit. Jake loaned him a change of clothes until they could find the missing ones from last night, and they headed out.
Desi had no qualms about touching Jake and laughing with him as they picked out local fruit and ordered teas from a vendor. They laughed together, walking back along the beach to sit on Jake’s porch on the chaise lounges, eating and learning more about each other. Jake told Desi about his work in college, about his experiences working with renewable and organic farming techniques and his stint in the Peace Corps. Desi talked about surfing and his big family back in New Zealand.
Even if they couldn’t be together after their time here at the beach, they had more of a connection than just a hook-up. Jake knew that. He could feel it in the way Desi touched his knee when he had something to tell him, or the way he fed him pieces of the fruit they’d bought. Jake found a certain level of comfort with Desi that contrasted with the stark desire he also felt. The contrast only made the man all the more lovely.
As they sat sipping their Thai teas and watching the ocean, Desi’s manager strode across the sand toward them.
Jake’s heart sank at the sight. He knew whatever news the man brought would most likely tear Desi away from him.
At least he had Jake’s clothes from the night before.
He climbed the steps, laid Jake’s and Desi’s folded clothes onto the chaise, and then put his hands on his hips.
“The company wants you in Indonesia this afternoon. Big swell coming in, big stop on the tour. Time to get a move on.”
Jake sighed. He hated it when people proved him right.
He glanced at Desi.
“Can’t we sit this one out?” Desi asked, and his hand squeezed Jake’s knee. Jake smiled slightly. Desi clearly wanted to spend more time with him.
“Not possible. Say your goodbyes and let’s get going. They’re sending a boat for you.”
Desi looked at Jake. “Come with me.” Jake saw the entreaty in Desi’s face, even if the tone of his voice came across as rather stoic.
Jake wanted nothing more than to agree, to run off with Desi, follow him around the world on his trips, but he had another obligation. “I still have six weeks left of service with the Peace Corps. I can’t leave.”
Jake could tell he’d wounded Desi. Desi stood, took his shorts off the stack of clothes, and went into the bungalow to change.
His manager stood staring down at Jake. Jake couldn’t look the man in the eye. He didn’t know how the manager felt about Desi hooking up with him or his refusal to go with Desi. It didn’t matter anyway. He had no other options. As much as he wanted to leave, he couldn’t break his promise to the Corps.
Desi came back out, and Jake stood. They embraced, and Jake felt tears threaten. He’d never believed in love at first sight until this trip. Now, he couldn’t believe he would lose it. They kissed a final time, a sweet, long, tender mating of lips and tongues. Their breath mingled. Desi pushed back.
“Take this,” he said. He removed the shark tooth necklace from around his neck and put it around Jake’s.
“Remember me, okay?”
“I don’t need this to remember you,” Jake said. He kissed Desi again. “But I’ll always wear it.”
“How can I keep track of you?”
Jake shook his head. He still hadn’t decided what he’d do or where he’d go when he’d finished in Thailand.
“I feel li
ke...” Desi breathed in a great breath. “I feel like there should have been more here.”
“Me too.”
Then Desi turned and headed down the beach, his manager following. Jake watched them go. Desi never turned around, never glanced back. Probably for the best. When he disappeared in the crowds of sun worshippers and swimmers on the beach, Jake finally went inside and closed the door.
Epilogue
JAKE folded the last of his clothes—the bowling shirt he’d worn on the Fourth of July—and laid it into his suitcase. His stint with the Corps had finally ended. Tomorrow, he’d head home, back to America, back to his family—get to finally see his sister—back to....
What? What did he have to go back for? No lover, no job. He’d probably end up working for some megafarm conglomerate like ConAgra. The very idea made him shudder. He might need some time to adjust—leaving the Peace Corps resembled leaving the armed forces in more ways than one—but he’d find something to make him happy.
Eventually. At least he could see his family.
He leaned over to zip his suitcase, and the shark tooth necklace Desi gave him swung away from his chest and into his line of sight. He stopped and watched it hang there for a moment. Not a day passed that he didn’t think of Desi and the short time they’d spent together. He still wanted the other man.
Then he heard someone clearing his throat behind him.
Jake figured his landlord had come to say a final goodbye.
He turned, expecting to see the short Thai man, but instead, Desi stood there, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his khaki cargo shorts, leaning against the door frame.
Jake took a deep, steadying breath. For a moment, he thought his mind was playing tricks on him. How would Desi even know where he lived, or that this very day Jake would pack up and prepare to leave?
“Hey, you,” Desi said, and Jake could not mistake that accent for a hallucination. He threw himself against Desi, and Desi wrapped his arms around Jake. “I missed you.”
