“I don’t remember seeing you here last year,” Robbie managed to say casually on Saturday morning. He didn’t think he’d have missed anything as hot as TDH.
“I didn’t have a site, only a dock. I came down every weekend I could. Didn’t bring the trailer unless I had a friend coming with me.”
That would have made him easy to miss, Robbie supposed. He hadn’t been down every weekend last summer, either. And he’d brought friends too. Though not, he suspected, the same kind of friends.
His eyebrows drew together. “Wait, where did you sleep when you didn’t have the trailer?” Port Stephen didn’t have a motel or bed and breakfast. Robbie imagined some of the cabins and trailers might be for rent, but he was pretty sure only by the week.
“Come down to my boat,” Raj invited. “I’ll show you.”
Anticipation thrummed through Robbie, and he tried to tamp it down as he followed Raj down the steps and out onto the dock. He was wearing another pair of those short shorts, not long enough to hide boxers. Did that mean Raj wore briefs? Or nothing? He swallowed and tried to think pure thoughts.
He stumbled a bit on an uneven board, too caught up in his fantasies to pay attention. Raj noticed, of course, and grinned at him as he stepped into the boat and walked toward the bow.
“See,” he said, pulling out the hinge of a tracked folding door.
Behind it was a day cabin—a bench and some storage around the bow of the boat, a table in the center. It would be warm and dry, though barely comfortable, he supposed. Robbie saw an opportunity and decided nothing ventured, nothing gained. He deliberately stumbled going forward and ended right where he wanted to be—in Raj’s arms.
Scarcely able to breathe, he looked up, ready to apologize if necessary. He saw a small smile on Raj’s lovely mouth before that same mouth was pressed to his.
He sighed into the kiss, basking for a few heavenly seconds. He put his feet under him, taking his weight from Raj, and slid his hands up across Raj’s chest—sadly covered at the moment—and around his neck. His lips parted without hesitation under Raj’s increasingly hungry kiss.
Raj grabbed his ass and pulled him down into the small cabin. The door wouldn’t close with them right there, but that didn’t matter. Raj’s strong arms, hot wet mouth, and hard erection pressing into his belly were the only things that mattered.
Robbie was content to breathe in the brief moments between kisses, but when Raj finally stopped kissing him long enough to speak, he said, “Your boat smells like patchouli.” Then he compounded his embarrassment by giggling like a teenager.
Raj blinked, and for a moment, it seemed he might step back from Robbie, though his lips curved slightly in a smile.
Quickly, not wanting to spoil the moment, Robbie blurted, “No, I meant to say, your kisses intoxicate me, and that’s why I’m babbling like a fool.”
Raj laughed that beautiful rich sound that had so captivated Robbie last weekend when they met. “My father swears it gets rid of the fishy smell.”
Robbie could still smell fish. He’d never been on a fisherman’s boat that didn’t smell fishy, but he was more interested in teasing up Raj’s shirt. He wanted to touch that dark, golden skin, test the taste of it with his tongue. Raj’s arms around his waist kept him from simply pulling the shirt off. And Raj’s fingers just inside the elastic waistband of his swim shorts, right at the small of his back—no, he didn’t want them to move.
Raj abruptly let go of him and snatched his shirt off, dropping it on the table behind him. “Is this what you wanted?”
It’s a start, but he thought he’d sound stupid if he said that out loud. He nodded, staring, and before Raj could rescind the invitation, he doffed his own tee and reached for Raj. He’d had the torturous pleasure of running his hands over Raj’s back, in public no less, but not his exquisitely defined chest. He’d been dying to find out if the fine, dark hair was as soft as it looked. Surprisingly, it was. He rubbed his cheek against it, darting out his tongue to lick at Raj’s nipple.
He could feel Raj’s heart beating faster, and he raised his head to confirm once more that Raj wanted this as much as he did.
Raj didn’t hesitate to lean in for another kiss, one hand cupping the back of Robbie’s head.
Robbie broke the kiss with a gasp when Raj wrapped his hand over Robbie’s hard cock. “Oh god, I’ll come in my shorts,” he said hoarsely.
“Can’t have that,” Raj murmured and grasped the elastic waistband with both hands, then pulled them down.
They fell to Robbie’s ankles, and before he fully realized his bare ass was visible from the water, Raj was awkwardly pulling him farther into the cabin. “It’s not really made for this,” he said, his voice laced with an intoxicating mix of apology, lust, and humour.
“Wanna see the specs on that boat. ‘Cabin designed for spontaneous sex’.”
Raj laughed again and pushed Robbie onto the seat, sinking gracefully to his knees.
“Fuck,” Robbie groaned. His imagination had not gotten as far as Raj’s mouth on his dick, only the other way around. Unlike other blow jobs he’d gotten, Raj made eye contact as he kissed and licked and nipped at Robbie’s thighs before running his tongue lightly over Robbie’s sac. “Oh, god.” No one had ever done that.
Raj squeezed his ass as he teased Robbie’s cock, collecting the drops of precome from the top in irregular licks. Robbie had no idea it was possible to hover on the edge of orgasm like this, and his breath hitched out in undignified gasps and whimpers.
“Please,” he begged.
Raj pressed his lips to the tip of his cock and parted them slowly, and although his teeth barely touched him, the extra sensation tumbled Robbie over the edge with only a strangled cry as a warning.
His hips had barely stopped jerking when he heard Wanda’s voice, far too close, calling his name. “Fuck, oh god, oh, Raj, I’m so sorry.”
Raj sat back on his heels, wiping his mouth. “Almost missed some,” he said, his voice thready through heavy breaths.
“Robbie!”
He looked frantically for his shorts and yanked them up, grabbing his shirt as he jumped past Raj to the deck of the boat. “I’m right here, Wanda. Raj was just showing me something.” He fumbled the door partially closed. “What’s up?”
Raj collapsed on the bench seat of his boat’s tiny cabin, frustrated but mostly baffled. Normally, it was meet a cute guy, go out clubbing, go home—or not—for sex, and if it was fun, arrange another date, maybe something more personal like a dinner where conversation would happen. If talking and sex worked out, try more dates, maybe decide to go exclusive. In Raj’s case, it usually ended after two or three dates, but the point was there was a process.
While he had at least ascertained beyond doubt that Robbie’s orientation was compatible with his, he had no idea what would come next. This situation—here, now, with Robbie—it was like dating for the first time, not knowing the rules, the process. Not even sure this qualifies as dating?
One day at a time, I guess.
One day? He didn’t know what to do for the next few hours. He tidied up the little cabin, which had become a messy storage room, until his erection subsided. With the boat more organized than his thoughts, he left it to slump into a chair on the deck in front of his trailer. After a few minutes, he grabbed a sparkling lemonade and tried to empty his mind and relax like he’d relocated here to do.
A boat engine roaring to life and emitting a billow of smoke caught his attention. Wayne and Robbie were taking their boat out.
Weekend as usual.
But as the boat floated past his trailer, Robbie shouted out, “I owe you one, Raj!”
A smile twitched across his face. That was a debt he looked forward to collecting.
Robbie cleaned his fish absently, paying just enough attention to not slice his fingers with the fillet knife. All he could think about was getting Raj Williams naked and finding out what his cock tasted like. But where?
Raj’s tr
ailer was obvious, and he shivered a little, thinking of the kinds of things that could happen in a proper bed. But it would also be obvious to everyone else if the two of them spent any amount of time alone in Raj’s trailer. Unless it was pissing down rain, which it wasn’t. He was sure neither of them needed that kind of attention.
He supposed they could drive somewhere, but that didn’t seem…fitting, for lack of a better word. His mind went over details of the park, trying to think of a suitable place for a tryst, without bugs or prying eyes, and he could only think of one place. Two really. The bathrooms behind the bait shop at the top of the hill. Each had a toilet and shower and were open for the benefit of the park residents. A lot of trees hid them from most of the park, and the rest of the people seldom looked up that way. Gay men fucking in a bathroom; how cliché is that? But he couldn’t think of anywhere better.
When he was done cleaning his catch and packing the freezer bags into a cooler of ice, he definitely needed a shower. He wiped his brow with his arm and grimaced. No need for pretence on his part. He looked over to see what Raj was doing.
He licked his lips. Raj was shirtless, sweaty in the heat, bent over something in his boat. Which made his shorts shorter and tighter. “Where was that when I was your age?” Wanda asked at Robbie’s elbow, startling him.
His face heated up, but fortunately she was looking at Raj’s perfect ass. “Probably not born yet,” he said with a smirk.
She snatched up the towel he’d wiped his fish-gut-covered hands on and swatted him with it.
“Gross!”
“What would your father say if he heard you talk that way to me,” she demanded.
He smirked again. And so did she. They both knew his father would be laughing his ass off.
He grabbed a couple of beers and told Wanda, “I’m gonna tell him what you said.”
“Brat. You wouldn’t.”
He grinned at her and trotted over to where Raj’s boat was tied up. “You look hot,” Robbie said, meaning it in every sense of the word. He paused for effect before holding out a beer. “Here.”
Raj’s mouth twitched. “Thanks, I was just about to throw a temper tantrum.” He accepted the beer and tipped a long swallow down his throat.
“Really hot,” Robbie said, trying not to stare so obviously down the lines of Raj’s body. Aware that Wanda couldn’t help watching the tall, dark, and handsome hotness of their neighbour—and he was in her sights now too—he tried to behave casually. “I’m gonna head up to the house for a shower.”
Raj wiped the back of his mouth with his hand and pushed his sunglasses up to the top of his head. “Yeah?”
“Wanna join me?” Robbie kept his voice low so it wouldn’t carry.
Raj’s eyebrows climbed as he took in Robbie’s own sweaty half-naked state. “And how would that work?”
“I go up, and then you make some excuse to walk that way. I dunno. Walk up by Sam’s place and around. You don’t really need an excuse; no one would even think twice.” It was true. Ryan sold minnows and worms at the bait shop, along with a limited amount of tackle, mostly weights and hooks. His neighbour, Sam, who lived on the exit drive out of the park, sold leeches and line and minnow buckets. They were both amiable souls, who were often found in conversation with each other and any number of the residents of the park.
Raj swallowed. “And why would I do that?”
Robbie grinned. “I believe I owe you a little something. Besides, it’s not like we could really, you know.” Fuck. The bathrooms were hardly soundproof. He waited to see what Raj would say.
Raj tipped the beer bottle again and swallowed a couple of times. Robbie wanted to run his tongue over that beautiful throat, darkly speckled and glistening with sweat.
Robbie dared let his gaze drop lower. “Is that a banana in your pocket, or is that a yes?”
Raj gracefully stepped out of his boat, passing by Robbie so close he could feel the hardness of Raj’s erection against his hip. “Yes.” His chest and shoulder brushed Robbie’s, and he strode towards his deck, pausing to wipe at the sweat on his forehead.
Robbie followed quickly and managed a subtle squeeze of Raj’s ass as he went to his parents’ trailer to collect his stuff—shampoo, change of clothes, soap, washcloth, and towel. He was hard too, but the good thing about his loose board shorts was the inner mesh lining, making it a lot easier to hide. And boy, did he need that camouflage often when it came to Raj Williams. Every time he thought about what had happened on Raj’s boat. Every single time. He groaned.
“I’m heading up for a shower, Wanda.”
“Okay.”
The trailer shower was small, and the water heater took half an hour to heat up. No one questioned why he’d rather use the park’s shower. He didn’t look to see if Raj was around before he started walking up the hill. Both bathroom doors were open, so he picked the one with the full-sized tub and shower. Might as well be comfortable. He closed and locked the door, noticing a black fabric shopping bag on the floor.
Then he was pushed against the door, and Raj kissed him, drinking him in like a man long deprived.
“Naked,” Robbie gasped. “Also, ouch.” The door had a four-light window in it, covered by a plastic blind that was leaving marks on Robbie’s back.
“Sorry,” Raj said, his amber eyes dark with desire. “You, um…”
“Really need a shower? Really want to see you naked? Yes.” He hadn’t bothered to wear a shirt, so all he had to do was drop his shorts.
Raj’s hot stare made him self-conscious as he bent over to turn on the taps, choosing something lukewarm because— Hot long-fingered hands grabbed his hips and slid over his ass, and he stuttered.
“Do you have any idea of the wicked fantasies you inspire?” Raj’s voice was low and gravelly, and he must have shucked his shorts and whatever he wore under them just as quickly because the hard dick pressing against Robbie’s ass was hot and silky.
“H-how wicked?”
Raj pulled him up and said into his ear, “Porn wicked. Far more wicked than I can do anything about here, as tempting as it is.” His hand slid around Robbie’s hip to grasp his cock and slowly stroked.
Robbie’s confidence was born of having his mother and grandparents accept his orientation at an early age, but he was suddenly reminded that while he’d kissed a lot of boys and sucked a few cocks, he wasn’t all that experienced. He’d never been one for casual hookups, and he’d never given his ass to anyone, because that wasn’t something one did for just anyone. He wasn’t even sure Raj was suggesting that— Who was he kidding? Porn, gay or straight, was all about ass fucking, it seemed.
“Shower,” Robbie said, his voice a thready whisper.
Raj pulled the lever to activate the showerhead and stepped in. Robbie grabbed his shampoo and soap. To his disappointment, Raj let him lather his hair and rinse, before indicating the bottle with a questioning look.
“Go ahead.”
Robbie took the opportunity to finally admire Raj’s nudity. Raj still had tan lines, but unlike his own ghost-white ass, Raj’s was still a luscious tan shade. His cock was reassuringly average, straight, hard, and with the foreskin pulling back from a pink head that made Robbie’s mouth water. The dark hair gathered thickly at the base before thinning out over his thighs.
“You’re as gorgeous as a sculpture,” he said, and Raj’s smile said Robbie was being silly.
As he rinsed his hair, the water and lather ran over his body. Robbie would have gone to his knees right then except for the awful taste of shampoo.
But Raj took charge of the soap and said quietly, “Allow me.”
Raj rubbed the bar over every inch of Robbie’s body, including between the cheeks of his ass. It felt weird to have a thumb brush along and gently press into his ass, not penetrating, just rubbing. Not unpleasant. Then Raj’s hands explored everything else between Robbie’s legs, and to his utter surprise and dismay, it took only a few slippery, squeezing strokes on his cock to make him com
e, spilling over Raj’s hand. He turned his head and let Raj suck up his moans and keep him from falling as his hips jerked while fucking Raj’s hand until he was spent.
“Not fair,” he gasped when he could breathe again. “This is supposed to be about your pleasure.”
“Don’t worry,” Raj said. “I’m finding this extremely pleasurable.”
If Robbie hadn’t already come, he would have from those words.
As much as he wanted to enjoy the afterglow of his orgasm, he knew they couldn’t be much longer in the shower. Much of the soap on their bodies had already been washed away by the warm water. Robbie took a few deep breaths and turned to Raj. Water cascaded over Raj’s shoulders, his hair wet and sticking up like a spiky halo. His eyes were half closed in testament to his pleasure.
He was breathtaking.
“You are not getting out of here without coming in my mouth,” Robbie declared.
Raj’s mouth curved into a sensual smile.
“Are you bringing up some friends next weekend?” Wayne asked Robbie. Raj pretended to be uninterested in the answer. He wasn’t sure what was going on between them, but he’d rather find out than spend yet another weekend waiting for an opportunity to make out like a couple of teenagers. Which might not come at all, if Robbie had friends with him.
“Nah,” Robbie said easily. “You just want me distracted so you can outfish me.”
“Busted.” Wayne grinned. “Besides, you seem to be poor Raj’s only friend. Nobody ever comes down to visit him.”
Raj was sprawled in a lawn chair, beer in hand, shades over his eyes. He raised his beer in acknowledgement. “Long drive for a day trip. My trailer only has one bed.”
“Seriously? The sofa doesn’t open, or the table drop?” Wanda walked closer to the water’s edge so she could get a better look at his trailer, holding a hand up to shade her eyes.
“Might,” he conceded, “but doesn’t.” He grinned. “Anyone wants to sleep in my trailer gotta be in my bed. That discourages a lot of people who might otherwise try to take advantage of my living in paradise.”
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