9.11 - 23. Chapter 23

July 30, 2001

I was sitting out by the pool, gazing off at the ocean, trying not to be bored. I’d had a great weekend with Kai. I’d kind of wondered if he’d find us a party to go to or something, but instead, we did things together, just the two of us. On Friday night, we went out to dinner, and then just wandered around Kahului. On Saturday, Stef had come to town and dragged us out to go shopping. On Sunday, Malcolm came over and we’d firmed up most of the plans for the house, then Stef had flown back home. And now I was back to my same old routine. It was Monday night, and Kai was off doing whatever the fuck it was that he did, while I sat here with nothing to do but beat off.

That bothered me on so many levels, but the core issue was that I was starting to like Kai more. I’d talked to Dad about reaching that tipping point where my personal feelings eclipsed our work relationship, and I was pretty sure I had gotten to that point. Kai said he’d only fucked three people, and he seemed like an honest dude, but then again, Tony had seemed like an honest dude too. What if I was sitting here like a fucking moron, while he was out doing half of Maui? I’d be pissed, and hurt, and I’d feel like a total tool for just sitting around, waiting for him.

I heard footsteps and saw Malcolm walking out onto the patio. He was wearing jeans and a tight shirt that accentuated his slim body. He was a very attractive dude, but when he started talking, that accent was hot as fuck. “Hello! I hope you don’t mind me stopping by. I wanted to check on a few things.”

“Not at all,” I said. “Do you want a drink?”

“A drink?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. I’d managed to snag some alcohol.

“Yeah, with or without alcohol. You do drink, don’t you?” My tone was set to maximum sarcasm, so he’d get that his references to my underage drinking were unwelcome.

“I’ll do a vodka tonic, if you have that,” he said, as if it was a challenge. I got up and went into the kitchen, made him a vodka tonic, and refreshed my rum and coke.

I walked back out to find him sitting at the table, so I handed him the drink and joined him. “Here you go.”

“Thanks,” he said, and took a sip. “You make strong drinks.”

“Pussy,” I teased.

“I’m usually careful around guys who give me strong drinks,” he said, flirting. I should fix him up with Scott.

“I usually don’t have to give a guy a strong drink to get him to give me what I want,” I said in a sultry way, drilling into him with my eyes. It was funny to see him swallow hard at that visual.

“I’ll bet,” he said.

“So what do you want to look at?” We’d gone over most of the stuff in detail.

“The master bedroom has that alcove, and I’m trying to figure out what to do with it,” he said. “It could be a sitting room, but there’s no direct light. We could also make it into another closet.”

“Stef would think making it into a closet is a good idea, but I don’t think I’ll need that much room,” I noted. “What else could you do with it?”

“Well, because it doesn’t have windows, we could make it into a movie room,” he said, pondering the idea.

“I don’t know if I want people wandering into my bedroom to watch movies,” I said. “Let’s go look at it.” We got up, taking our drinks with us, and wandered through the first floor to the master bedroom. The construction crew had arrived this morning, so there was scaffolding and building shit all over the place.

Malcolm got all excited when he saw a stack of tiles. “They got the tile here already, or at least some of it!” He went over and inspected one, looking at it carefully.

“Is it the right kind?” I asked, since he was scrutinizing it so closely.

“It is,” he pronounced. “Travertine is a natural stone, so there are variations in it. I’ll have to go over the patterns with the tile guys to make sure they match them up the way I want them.”

“Cool,” I said. He got that I didn’t know what he was talking about, so he took five of the tiles and spread them out, showing me their differences, and showing how you should put them together to get the best effect. “I see what you’re saying,” I said, so he’d know he got his point across.

He walked into the master bedroom, my bedroom, and walked up to the alcove that seemed to have him stymied. “This is only about 12 feet by 12 feet.”

“What did they plan to do with it when they built the house?” I asked.

He sighed. “This is a custom design, and they expanded the bathroom to make the shower bigger. So that changed the shape of the bedroom and I guess they didn’t know what to do with this chunk of the room.”

“The room is so big, it’s not like they needed the space anyway,” I observed. The master bedroom was massive, with more than enough room for the furniture he thought I needed.

“I guess we could just leave it like this, and put a sofa in here. I would have put exercise equipment in here, but we already allocated room for the gym.”

“Maybe I could put in a steam room,” I joked, thinking of our gym, and thinking of the fun encounters I’d had in it.

“That would require plumbing, and a lot of work,” he said. “If you want to do that, we need to do it now.”

He walked over to the wall it shared with the bathroom and bent over to look at the floor. God, he had a cute ass. I watched him, thinking of how much fun it would be to just rip his pants off and fuck his brains out, then pulled myself out of that fantasy, even though I had to adjust my erection after I did. And then, with that one thought and simply by touching my semi-hard dick, I had an inspiration. “If we walled this room off, do you think we could set up access through the bathroom instead?”

“Let’s see,” he said. He walked past me on his way to the bathroom and glanced down at my groin, which was swollen after my fantasy digression. I followed him into the bathroom, and he looked at the plumbing, and then looked at the plan. He pondered the drawings for a while.

He walked over to the big master closet and pointed to the wall. “I think we could do a door here the easiest, which isn’t your bathroom, but it is your closet.” He looked at the plans more carefully. “That would actually work out well.”

“Great. Then we could wall the alcove off so it wasn’t part of the bedroom,” I told him.

“And that actually works better with my design for your bedroom. That gives me a solid wall to work with. Maybe I could move your bed so the headboard was against it,” he said, his mind whirling as he mentally redesigned the layout of my bedroom.

“Awesome. Let’s do that,” I said.

“So you’re going to use this as an extra closet?” he asked.

“Nope,” I said.

“What are you going to do?” Now he was really curious.

“Alright, visualize this. You walk through this door, and there’s a sling hanging here,” I said. I was thinking of Dad and Robbie’s sex room. That looked like a lot of fun.

“A sling?”

“Yeah. You know, the kind where you can tie someone up in it and fuck their brains out. You never heard of a sling?”

“How old are you?” he asked. He was patronizing me again, and that pissed me off. He recoiled a bit when he saw my frown

“Old enough to enjoy myself,” I said, narrowing my eyebrows. “You know what a sling is?”

“I know what a sling is,” he said.

“You ever use one?” I asked. He didn’t answer; he just blushed, which was really cute. “I see that you have.”

“They can be fun,” he agreed reluctantly.

I walked up to him, and watched him almost flinch as I got close. “So were you in the sling, or was the guy with you in the sling?”

“I don’t think I should be talking about this with you,” he said. I looked down and his pants were tenting out, which made me chuckle.

“I think you want to,” I said in my sultriest voice, even as I moved closer to him. “I think you want to tell me all about it.”

He put his hand on my shoulder, to presumably keep some distance between us, but all that did was urge me on. “What makes you say that?”

I reached down and grabbed his bulge, freaking him out. “This is what makes me think that.” It was really funny, because here I was, almost fifteen, and I was totally taking charge with this dude who was in his 20s. He had a pretty big dick, from what I could tell just by squeezing it.

“I shouldn’t do this,” he said, but he didn’t sound like he meant it.

I leaned in so I was talking into his ear, letting my lips flit against his lobe. “I’ll bet you were the one in the sling, hanging on, while some dude fucked your brains out. I’ll bet you loved every minute of it.” I heard him whimper a bit, and leaned in further to kiss his neck.

“Ahh,” he moaned, and wrapped his arms around me, molding his body against mine. I moved back and kissed him, remembering what Jeff had taught me. I started out gently, knowing that wasn’t what he probably wanted, and I was right. I ratcheted up the intensity until I was all but assaulting him with my mouth, even as I pushed him backward until his back lodged against the wall. Then I thrust my body into his, grinding against him while I reached around and grabbed the hair on the back of his head, roughly pulling him to me.

I pulled his head back, breaking off our kiss, to see him gasping with lust, and just held him there while I sneered at him. I pushed him down onto his knees, and then slowly pulled out my dick. “Wow,” he said.

“Suck it,” I ordered, and grabbed his hair, pulling him toward my dick, not that I had to force him. He started to blow me, and he was good, but not as good as Kai. I had a momentary cringe of guilt, but Kai and I had no commitments. Shit, he could be doing the same thing, for all I knew. But I didn’t want Malcolm to suck my dick, and that’s not what he wanted either.

I pulled him back to his feet and kissed him again while I undid his pants, then I spun him around and pulled them down, underwear and all, in one quick gesture. He bent over without me saying anything. “Good boy,” I said, as I ran my hand over his ass. It was really soft, so I squeezed it firmly, savoring how spongy it was. Then I let my fingers explore it, wandering up and down his crack, flitting over his hole, letting his moans urge me on. I pulled some lube packets out of my pocket, along with a condom, and made him put the condom on me. Then I turned him back around, dropped to my knees, and started rimming him. He had such a cute ass, and he was in heaven as my tongue probed him. I backed off and started working my fingers into him, making sure I lubed him really well.

“Fuck me,” he begged. I stood up and slapped his ass hard, making him moan.

“I’ll fuck you when I’m ready,” I snapped. I almost laughed at myself, and what a good actor I was. I guess I could do a decent dominator routine. I lined my cock up to his hole and pushed in, slowly but firmly. He gasped as I did, but I listened carefully to see if he was in pain, or if he was enjoying it, using his sounds and the reactions of his body to guide my speed. I felt his ass envelop me, so tight, so willing, and then his soft spongy cheeks were pressing against my pelvis as I finally had my cock jammed all the way inside him.

Then I started fucking him. I went slow for the first few strokes, and then started pounding him. He liked that a lot. “God, that’s good,” he moaned, his sexy accent just urging me on.

I slowed down to make this last, because he was just too hot, and if I didn’t, I’d blow way too soon. “You thought I was a boy before. You still think that?” I asked with a sneer.

“No, no,” he said hastily. “You’re all man.”

I jammed my cock in fast and hard, lodging it so far into his bowels I’m surprised it didn’t pop out of his mouth, and then I slapped his ass hard again. “Don’t you forget it!” I started fucking him hard again, and he was really losing it. He reached down and started jacking himself off, so I knew he was getting really close.

“Ahhh!” he yelled. “Ahhhh!” That time was even louder. Then he came, blasting his load all over the unfinished floor. I’d managed to hold out until he blew, but the feel of him spasming, of his ass clenching around my cock, sent me over the edge too. I forgot about him completely and just fucked him like a wild man, blowing my load into the condom with a ferocity I hadn’t experienced for quite a while.

After I had finished, things got a little weird. He pulled his pants back up and put himself back together, pausing to spread his load around the floor with his shoe so it would dry. Meanwhile, I pulled the condom off and looked around, confused as to where to dispose of it. There was no toilet installed yet, and there was no garbage can either. I couldn’t really leave it out for the construction guys to find. Malcolm saw my problem and helped me pull my shorts up, and then we went down to the guesthouse so I could flush the condom and wash my hands.

“That wasn’t the most professional thing I’ve done,” he groused.

“Dude, isn’t it your job to make your client happy?” I teased, determined to do what I could to allay any guilt he had.

“That is my job,” he agreed.

“You did it very well,” I said. “I’m sorry you didn’t have fun.”

“I didn’t say that,” he said, being a little bitchy.

“Look, it was fun, and I think we both needed it. You know it happened, I know it happened, and no one else knows, and no one else is going to know,” I said to him firmly.

“Alright,” he said, then seemed resolved. “A one time thing.”

“One time, and maybe an encore, depending on how that alcove turns out,” I said, leering at him. I turned and walked out, leaving him to follow me, a power gesture on my part. I didn’t know how I’d figured out how to do this, but I decided I was pretty good at turning a dude into my bitch.

July 31, 2001

I walked out of the shower, glowing from the orgasm Kai had just given me, but feeling incredibly guilty for fucking Malcolm last night. It had bothered me all day long. Every time I looked at Kai, I felt like shit. So even though I was having a blast, doing some of the best surfing of my life, and having kick-ass oral sex with this Hawaiian stud, I was on the verge of making myself miserable. We walked out to the gazebo and drank a bottle of water, gazing out at the waves. It was almost 5:00pm. He’d be leaving soon. I steeled myself and asked the question that I’d been wanting to ask. “Dude, what do you do in the evenings?”

“You worried I’m a rent boy, doing tricks?” he challenged me, all pissed off.

“If that’s what you’re doing, that’s what you’re doing,” I said casually, trying not to really get mad at him for being a dick.

“I don’t have to tell you what I do 24/7,” he said pompously. I could have really laid into him. I could have ripped him a new asshole for being such a dick about this. But that was the Will of last summer, not this Will, the Will of 2001.

“Fine, don’t tell me,” I said, and even though I tried not to sound bitchy, it probably sounded that way.

“I’ll see you later,” he said petulantly, and stood up to leave.

“Wait,” I said, stopping him. “Look, this is weird, because you work for me, but we also like each other.”

“You sure we like each other?” he challenged, but smiled at the end to take the edge off.

I stood up and got close to him, so we were about a foot apart. “I’m sure I like you.” He smiled, and then gave me a nice kiss.

“I like you too,” he said.

“So here’s where I’m at,” I said, getting us back to my question. “It’s like there’s this conflict between me not wanting to ask you because you work for me, and me wanting to ask you, because I’m into you.”

“So you decided to ask me?”

“I waited until the scales tipped, until I was more into you, until you were more important to me than just as an employee,” I said, baring my soul. I realized at that point that if he wanted to hurt me, he could probably do it. It’s not like I was head over heels in love with him, but I really liked him. He pulled me close to him so our bodies were touching, and kissed me gently.

“I’m pretty into you too,” he said. “Remember how I told you that I didn’t want to fuck until we got to know each other better?”

“I remember,” I replied cautiously.

He moved his mouth so it was next to my ear. “I want to fuck you.”

I swallowed hard as the emotions flowed through me, predominantly feelings of euphoria that this guy liked me that much, and that he was going to fuck my brains out later. “How about right now?” I asked hopefully.

“I have to go,” he said sadly, looking at his watch. And that brought us back to my question. Before I could say anything about that, he spoke. “Come with me.”

That response really stunned me. “Dude, if you are hustling, that means we’re double teaming someone?”

He laughed. “Come on. You want to know what I do? I’ll show you.”

“Alright,” I agreed, and hopped into the 4Runner. “Where are we going?”

“You’ll see,” he said cryptically. He drove into Kahului, into a part of town I hadn’t seen before. The houses were small, and some of them looked kind of crappy, but for the most part they seemed pretty well-maintained. The overall impression I got was of a working class neighborhood. He pulled up to a house that looked like it was the same size as the other houses on the street, and parked.

“Where are we?”

“This is where I live,” he said. He was acting like this was no big deal, and being all casual about it, but I could sense that he was nervous, so I shot him my killer smile.

“Awesome!”

I followed him through the front door and looked around, my eyes taking in everything, while my nose was overloaded by the smell of food cooking. There was a small living room, with an old cloth sofa and a matching loveseat, both sitting on carpeting that had to be fifteen years old and pretty worn. In front of the sofa sat a battered wooden coffee table, and this whole setup faced a 27-inch television. The TV was on, but there was no one in the room. I noticed that it had some weird distortions around the edges. “Come on,” he said.

He led me into the kitchen, where his mom was cooking. “Hello!” she said enthusiastically, then saw me. “You brought Will with you. Welcome!”

“Thanks,” I said shyly. She came over and gave me a big hug.

“I’m making dinner, and its fish, so if you don’t at least try it, you’ll starve,” she said, teasing me.

“There’s always pizza,” I joked, making her laugh.

“Kai, go get your father,” she told him. Kai nodded and walked down the hallway, leaving me alone with his mother.

“I hope you don’t mind me coming over,” I said.

“Not at all,” she said. “You’re always welcome.”

I was distracted by noise at the entry to the kitchen, and turned to see Kai pushing an older man in a wheelchair. “Will, this is my dad.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” I said.

“Welcome,” he said simply. I tried not to stare at him, forcing myself to act naturally, but he seemed to have trouble holding his head up. It was like his muscles didn’t work. He didn’t seem to do much better with his arms or legs.

“I got some dinner ready, Mano,” Kai’s mom said to him. That must be his name. “I have to run. Kai’s going to help you eat.” She turned to us. “You boys have a nice evening. I’ll see you when I get off work.”

“Sounds good, Mom,” Kai said. Dinner was some sort of dish with rice, shrimp, and some vegetables mixed in. Kai scooped out a plate for himself and for his dad, then looked at me apologetically. “If you want to order a pizza, go ahead.”

“No, I’ll try it,” I said, not wanting to be rude. Kai let me make my own plate, while he focused on feeding his dad, alternating between taking a bite himself, and feeding a bit to Mano.

“We had a great day today,” he told his father, and talked about the waves, and some of our more amazing maneuvers. Kai was a relatively quiet guy, not someone who just chattered on, but with his father, he did most of the talking. I wondered if that was because his father couldn’t say much, wouldn’t say much, or if he was just trying to keep him in good spirits.

I took a bite of my dinner and was surprised to find that it was pretty good. I was really hungry, and that overcame any qualms I had about eating seafood. I was kind of shocked when I finished it off. “That was really good,” I told Kai.

“Tell my mom that,” he said. “She’ll be thrilled that she got you to eat something from the ocean.”

“I will,” I said with a smile. After dinner, Kai wheeled his dad into the living room and changed the channel to Fox.

“That ’70s Show is on, Dad,” Kai said. “He likes that one,” he said to me. “Hang out with him while I clean up the kitchen.”

“No problem,” I said. We watched this show, which I’d never watched but had heard about. I thought the mom on the show was pretty funny; I liked her laugh. Kai’s dad seemed to like it too. He didn’t really say anything; he just sort of watched it and chuckled.

Kai finished cleaning up and came out in time for the next show, Titus, which I thought was pretty lame. Then we switched over to ABC for NYPD Blue. Kai relaxed and just watched television, so I did the same thing. It ended up being a pretty kick back evening. After NYPD Blue, Kai took his dad back to the bathroom to help him out with that, and then after that he vanished into one of the bedrooms and put him to bed. I just hung out and watched television.

“Got him to bed,” Kai said as he came back in the living room and collapsed on the couch next to me.

“Dude, why didn’t you just tell me you had to take care of your father?” I felt like total shit for thinking he’d been out fucking around, and I felt even shittier for fucking Malcolm last night.

He shrugged. “Not everyone deals with handicapped people real well.”

“You thought I’d have a problem with him?” I asked, amazed.

“I didn’t think you’d have a problem, I just didn’t know if you’d ever dealt with it before,” he snapped. I guess he thought I lived in my perfect world, surrounded by luxury and servants, oblivious to the problems regular people had to deal with. Maybe he was right.

“What’s wrong with him?”

“He’s got muscular dystrophy,” Kai said sadly.

“How long has he had it?”

“He’s always had it, at least that I can remember,” he said. “It’s gotten a lot worse over the past couple of years. He hasn’t been able to walk for about five years, but lately he’s had a hard time using his muscles at all.”

“That sucks,” I said, a total understatement.

“Yeah,” he agreed. “A nurse comes by during the day and takes care of him, but we take care of him at night. My mom has to work, so I hang out here with him.”

“You’re really good with him,” I said.

He shrugged. “He’s my dad. I love him. I’d do anything for him.”

“I know how you feel,” I said with a smile. The television flickered and clicked off. Kai got up and smacked the side of it, then hit the remote control, causing it to come to life again. “Dude, you need a new television.”

“TVs aren’t cheap, and we don’t have a lot of extra money,” he said. “That’s why the cash you’re paying me helps out so much.”

“Tomorrow, we go shopping for a television,” I declared.

“Dude, I don’t know about that,” he said nervously. “My mom might freak out about that.”

Around 10:00, Kai’s mom came breezing into the house. She looked pretty tired, but seemed in good spirits. “How were tips?” Kai asked her.

“Not bad tonight,” she said. “How’s your father?”

“Fine. No problems. We ate, watched TV with him, and then he went to bed.” She nodded. “Will liked your dinner.”

“You did? Fish and all?”

“I did,” I said. “It was really good.”

She smiled big at that. “Come over for dinner tomorrow night. I’ll make something else. You’ll like it. If you don’t, you can pretend to.” I laughed.

“You got it,” I agreed.

“If you boys want to take off, you can go ahead,” she said.

“Thanks, Mom,” Kai said, and gave her a hug and a kiss. She gave me a big hug too, and then we went out to the 4Runner and hopped in.

“You’re finished early,” I commented.

“I usually hang out and talk to my mom for a bit.”

“You didn’t have to leave on my account. If you guys wanted to be alone to talk, I could have left,” I told him.

He shook his head. “No, it’s not a big deal. She usually just bullshits with me about our day, but tonight she seemed pretty tired, so it was cool.”

“You’re alright with me coming over again tomorrow?” I asked.

“I’m fine with you coming over and hanging out,” he said. We pulled up to my house and went through the gates and parked, then strolled out to the gazebo.

“I feel like I totally intruded on your time,” I said. “I practically forced myself into your evening.”

“You didn’t do that,” he said. We sat there silently for a while, saying nothing, until he continued. “I’m not embarrassed by my dad and his condition. I’m proud of him, and how hard he fights that damned disease. But not everyone knows about him.”

“People don’t know?”

“Our neighbors, family, friends, they know. Other people don’t know.” He paused again. “You know how you told me that you were waiting to see if you liked me before you’d pin me down about what I did on weeknights?”

“That’s not exactly what I said,” I corrected.

“Whatever,” he said dismissively. “I wanted to get to know you better, and make sure that I liked you enough before I took you home to meet him.”

I smiled at him, stood up, and held out my hand. “Come on. Time for you to fuck me.”

He laughed. “Well, if you insist...”

We went into the bedroom and took off our clothes like we normally did, but this time it was different, and we were both pretty nervous. I tried to take the edge off by being playful, so I collapsed onto the bed, sprawling across it like a whore. “Take me!” I said, like I was some ’50s movie actress.

He laughed, and then I did, even as he lay down on top of me. He kissed me, one of his magical kisses, then pulled back to just gaze into my eyes. He didn’t say anything, we just lay there, moving our bodies slightly against each other, connecting with each other at a whole different level. I wrapped my legs around him and he took that as a signal to start thrusting against me, rubbing his cock against mine. We did that for the longest time, just frotting and making out, until we were so horny he took the initiative and went to the next level.

He moved his mouth down my body, kissing my chest, my nipples, and down my abdomen to my cock, which he inhaled, using his amazing oral skills to damn near bring me to an orgasm. Then he moved lower, sucking on my balls, but not for too long, because he was going for the big prize now. I grabbed my ankles, pulling my legs back to give him total access to my hole, and moaned loudly when his mouth hit my pucker. He rimmed me for a few blissful minutes, and then started working my ass open with his fingers. I handed him the lube, and that made things so much easier.

He must have thought I’d need a lot of prep, but I’d been fucked by guys who had dicks as thick as his, just not as long, so I was ready for him. I pulled him up to tell him that, bringing his lips back to mine. He reached for the drawer, hoping to find a condom. While he was doing that, I lubed up his cock and lined it up with my hole. “Dude, let me find a condom,” he said, even as he started to press into me.

“You said you were clean,” I said. “I trust you.” It was probably one of the bigger risks I’d taken, but I trusted my instincts on this guy. He wasn’t a player. I knew that.

“With your life?” he asked, surprised. I nodded. He smiled, and then actually got a tear in his eye, which was the cutest thing ever. I smiled at him and pulled him to me, even as I felt his big dick slide into me. God, he felt good, so I told him that.

He pumped in and out of me slowly; keeping my legs pegged back enough that he could kiss me, and just gaze into my eyes so I could see the lust and desire in his. It was maddening and hot at the same time, the way he went so damn slow, but I was in heaven, appreciating every thrust, savoring the feel of his huge cock as it slid in and out of my ass. He picked up his pace, but not quickly, as if he were trying to build up to a crescendo in gradual steps, which is exactly what he did. It was amazing, and I was so with him, that my body responded to his, my level of excitement building with his pace, until he got to the point where he was really fucking me, really pounding me, and that set me over the edge.

“Dude, I’m gonna blow,” I said urgently.

“Fuck yeah. Fuck yeah,” he said, sounding so damn sexy, and then I screamed, crying out at the top of my lungs, as I shot my load all over my chest. He fucked me hard during the first part of my orgasm, and then slowed the pace as it went on, and then when I was done, he gently pulled out. I lay there, covered in my own cum, as he smiled down at me and started stroking his cock. I moved around in a sexy way and moaned at him, and then he blew, shouting as loud as I had as he blasted his load all over me.

After he was done, he collapsed on me, smashing our cum between us, and cracking me up. “Probably time for a shower,” I said.

“Probably,” he agreed. We washed each other off in the shower, and then went back to bed, where I slept with a huge smile on my face.