An erotic gay novella with mixed themes including explicit m/m sex.
Flight attendant, Cal, knows he's dropped lucky, spending a 26-hour layover at a luxury resort on the beautiful island of Aruba. And that's before he meets Justin, the gorgeous and deliciously kinky resort manager. So when a tropical storm grounds the plane, and lets him spend more time in Justin's company, he's sure he's truly found paradise. But will his new-found happiness be snatched away when the time comes to return to England?
They were passing through a clump of dark, looming palms. Justin pressed Cal up against the rough trunk of one of the trees and kissed him. For a moment, remembering his rule about not getting involved with someone he would never see again, Cal thought about resisting. But as soon as Justin’s tongue flickered into his mouth, any pretence that he didn’t want this melted away. He’d never been kissed with such passion, such authority. The reality was even better than the fantasy he’d woven about Justin earlier, and all he could do was sigh into the man’s mouth, savouring the sweetness of this unexpected kiss, while the night birds called somewhere above their heads.
Justin’s body ground against Cal’s, the hardness of his cock all too apparent even through the layers of clothing they both wore. He was big, impressively so, and Cal was struck with an eagerness to unzip the man’s fly and take that hot, solid length in his grip.
A sharp pricking against his back distracted him, threatening to break the moment, and he let out an involuntary yelp.
‘Are you OK there, Cal?’ Justin asked, clearly concerned.
‘Fine,’ Cal assured him. ‘This tree trunk’s a little scratchy, that’s all.’
‘Well, we’ll find somewhere more comfortable, then.’
Justin stepped away from the tree, taking off his footwear before removing the rest of his clothing piece by piece, laying it in a neat pile with his shoes at the bottom. He only stopped when he was down to his underwear, tight-fitting blue briefs that were losing the fight to contain his hefty erection.
‘Now you,’ he told Cal.
Undressing was an easier and swifter job on his part. All he had to do was shed his T-shirt and shorts. He’d gone commando beneath them, and his cock stood up hard, stimulated by the sight of Justin stripping down to almost nothing.
‘Hey, that gives me an idea,’ Justin said, peeling out of his briefs. ‘Ever been skinny dipping in the Caribbean on a beautiful moonlit night?’ When Cal shook his head in response, he continued, ‘Man, you haven’t lived. Come on. I’ll race you.’
Whooping and yelling, knowing there was no one around to disturb with their raucous cries, the two men raced down to the water’s edge. Back home in Scotland, there was no way Cal would plunge recklessly beneath the waves, as he did now. Even on the warmest days, the sea temperature was too chilly to encourage anything other than a slow, cautious submersion and a few moments splashing around before the cold defeated him. Here, though, the water enveloped him like a heated blanket, and he rolled on to his back and floated, watching Justin immerse himself completely before breaking the surface, drops of water flying from his hair as he shook himself like a dog.
‘What did I tell you?’ he asked, grinning broadly. ‘Isn’t it the best?’
‘I’ve never done anything like this before,’ Cal admitted. He wasn’t simply referring to the stroll along the beach, the naked night-swimming. He’d never exposed himself so readily to a man he’d only just met, physically or emotionally. And when Justin took him in his arms once more so they could kiss again, the strong tang of salt water on his lips, Cal didn’t stop to consider the consequences, as he usually did. He couldn’t deny how much he wanted the resort manager, so unlike any man he knew, with the wild, reckless college boy he must once have been lurking only a little way beneath the sober, respectable surface.
‘Just relax, Cal,’ Justin said, breaking the kiss so they could gaze into each other’s eyes. ‘Go with the flow.’
As he spoke, he took hold of Cal’s cock, tugging it with slow, sustained motions that concentrated on the sensitive spot just below the head. Cal groaned, giving himself up completely to the feeling of being wanked by a master of the art. They were in so deep, in more ways than one. His feet barely touched the firm, rippled sea bottom, and he knew how good it would feel to simply float, letting Justin take his weight as he continued to stroke him.