He Always Has a Plan - 3. Chapter 3

Passing through the large iron gates to His compound brings back the memory of the first time He brought me here almost a year ago to the day.

How different things were. How different I was.

At the end of July last year, five friends and I rented a house close to the beach in East Hampton for a week. It was ridiculously expensive for how small it was, but it had a pool and the birthday boy clearly stated we were now aging out of Montauk. The first night we stayed in and grilled but the second night was his actual birthday and we had planned a surprise dinner and then scored an invite to some party at a beachfront estate.

After a day of drinking at the beach, we all came back to the house and took turns showering as we transitioned our day drinking into pregaming. I dozed off at one point on a lounge chair in the shade by the pool while waiting for the shower and was shaken back to consciousness by my friend Greg.

“Come on slut, you’re the last to shower, we have to leave soon,” the birthday boy said with a mix of frustration and excitement.

"Alright, I'm going! It's not like we're doing anything important," I quipped from my groggy state, knowing my small jab would get a reaction.

We walk into the house from the backyard and find Amanda and Mallory standing in the kitchen, all dolled up and pouring chilled tequila into four small plastic cups.

“There’s the birthday girl!!” Mallory says handing us each a shot.

“To the queen of the night,” I say as we cheer to Greg.

As I grab a beer from the fridge I am shooed away by the three already ready and raring to get the night started.

The bathroom is cluttered with hair tools, makeup, bathing suits, beard clippings, and other signs of two girls and four gays sharing only one bathroom.

'I'm getting too old for this,' I sigh to myself, trying to clear space for my own growing assortment of toiletries.

I check myself out and appreciate the reflection of my tight, toned body covered with dark, trimmed fur. I pull my shorts down and look at my ass, stretching out my speedo before pulling it down and exposing the bright white tan lines.

I turn on the water and hop in quickly washing myself down until I get to my cock. I can feel it swell as my hand lathers my length. It’s impossible to take a piss in private here let alone jerk off and it had been at least two days before we left the city since I'd shot a load. The warm water and creamy soap felt good and were making me forget my lack of time to get ready.

“Come on Aden! I need to get in there,” I hear Scott yell from outside the door bringing me back to reality.

"I just got in here!" I yell back, frustrated.

'Sorry boy' I say to myself, looking down at my full mast and adjusting the dial to cold for a final rinse, Hoping the icy water will wake me up and calm down my rigid dick.

"Come on!" Scott yells again with a loud, demanding knock.

“Two minutes! “ I yell back frustrated and slam the faucet off.

I wrap a towel around my waist, shake my hair out like a dog, grab my toothbrush, and exit the steamy bathroom.

Back in the room I’m sharing with Billy, he is sitting on the bed putting on his socks. I go to my side, drop my towel, and pull on a pair of white briefs but not before I hear "Damn that's a white ass."

I throw my towel at him and we laugh. Billy is pretty fair-skinned and smooth whereas I get a great deep golden tan and have a lot of thick dark body hair that I keep trimmed short. He and I hooked up in college but knew we were better off as friends. If he didn’t have a boyfriend he was obsessed with at the moment and the lack of privacy, sharing a bed with him might've led to something. I’m here to have a great time with my friends and all but I can’t help how horny I am.

“Hey, princess, the car is picking us up in ten,” he says leaving the room.

“Alright!”

I pull on a pair of shorts and a button-down shirt and grab my shoes on my way back to the bathroom to fix my hair. The door is locked.

“I need to grab something!” I yell in desperate frustration, I hate being rushed.

"Two mins babe!" comes a female reply from behind the door.

I roll my eyes, give up on the losing battle, and go to wait in the kitchen.

Mallory, Billy, Scott, and Greg are standing around the kitchen island making drinks and laughing.

“Pour me one of those would you?” I say as I slide my loafers on and tuck in my shirt.

I go over to the mirror and try to figure out what to do with my damp, shaggy waves.

“Sit down” Scott came over to me with my drink, a small bottle of something, and a brush.

“Thanks, Daddy,” I say sweetly to him.

Scott is a celebrity hairstylist and although he refuses to “work on vacation” he can never help but take over.

“There,” he says after a few minutes.

I look at myself to check out his work. My hair is slicked back, not a style I usually wear but I actually like the way he did it. The dark slickness of whatever he put in my unruly locks and the deep tan from the day in the sun were making my green eyes pop.

"Serving Hamptons Yuppy realness, Henny!" I joke in approval.

"Slay bitch!"

“Cars here!”

We all clamor out with our roadies and pile into an SUV. Greg passes out mini plastic cups and passes around a bottle of Veuve.

“It’s my fucking birthday, bitches!”

We all hoot and holler and when I raise my glass for the toast I get a subtle whiff of my armpit.

Shit, I forgot deodorant. Fuck, I don’t think I even washed them, I was so rushed getting ready. Oh well, guess I'll keep my arms down.

Dinner was delicious, we had a great time laughing and drinking and embarrassing Greg as much as possible. Once we paid the bill, I went to the restroom. When walking in a man walks out. We lock eyes for a moment as we pass each other, holding one another's gaze. He flashes me a bright, sexy smile.

GODDAMN, he’s hot.

I stop halfway in the door and can’t help but turn around to try to get another look, he turns back and catches me staring, gives me a wink, and continues on his way.

Man of my dreams; found!

I get to the urinal and pull my dick out and am not all that surprised to see I’ve chubbed up. It’s not often I see a man hot enough to have this effect on me, but man, that guy was beautiful. As I let my stream go I think how if I had gotten up just a few minutes earlier, I’d be standing next to him, sneaking a glance at his cock while he pissed. And for the first time that I can remember the idea of him pissing next to me turned into him pissing on me. I was no stranger to water sports when it would show up in porn, but never have I thought of it so quickly.

I flush, wash my hands, and head back out hoping to get another glance at him. I scan the restaurant as I slowly walk towards my friends waiting by the door.

Damnit, he is nowhere to be found.

We climb back into the car and as we pull away I see him. He looks at me with his intense eyes, standing firm, watching me. I can’t help but stare back as we drive off, twisting and stretching my neck to keep our gaze as the distance between us grows. Watching him watching me. The valet pulls up with his Lamborghini, and he winks at me, just as we turn out of sight.

Fuck me! I’m going to be jerking to him for a long time.

“Who are you staring at?” I hear Amanda asking me.

“Oh just the man of my dreams getting into his Lambo…”

“Babe, they’re a dime a dozen out here… but all "straight." At least when their wives are around. Who knows maybe you’ll meet someone at the party."

Amanda is equal parts a realist as she is an optimist.

“SHOTS!” Greg yells from the back and passes around a bottle of tequila, “Driver! Turn it up!”

I laugh and my mind joins the present as we all take shots and sing to the music on our way to some house party with the Hamptons elite.

The house is insane!

It's a traditional clapboard, colonial, enormous, beachfront estate, opening up to a huge lush, manicured backyard with a giant pool overlooking the ocean. There's a bonfire set up on the beach below and three bars set up around the property. There's a mix of people of all ages, all dressed in a way that exudes wealth. It's not that their attire is more formal or fancy, it's just notably more expensive than our fast fashion. The vibe is relaxed though, and no one seems to notice we're interlopers.

We’re all drinking and dancing on the beach when Greg says he needs to go to the bathroom. I walk inside with him and out of the corner of my eye, I see Him.

“Come on I got to go!!!” Greg pleads when he notices I have stopped following to stare at my walking wet dream.

“Ladies first,” I gesture for him to go into the vacant powder room.

I try to look back outside through the doors and windows for the hunk from dinner wondering if it is really him as I stand guard.

“Your turn. Want me to wait?” the birthday boy asks, startling me from my visual hunt.

“Nah get us drinks, I'll find you at the bar.”

“If I didn't love you so much I'd be offended at your request to make me do something on my birthday," he pecks me on the lips and spins towards the party in full swing outside.

I take a few deep breaths and watch my stream flow into the toilet when the thought of Him comes back to mind, wishing he was standing next to me... or behind me... or in front of me.

I shake off my cock and flush.

“You can do it, Aden, just go say hi. Tell him you like his car. No that's corny. Just say hello," I say aloud to myself in the mirror as I wash my hands, "What's the worst that could…”

A firm knocking on the door cuts off my pep talk.

“One second!”

I dry my hands and give myself a final once-over before opening the door, "You got this Aden."

I swing the door open and freeze. It's Him!

“You again," He smiles standing in the doorway blocking me from getting out.

“You following me?” I say with a smirk.

Thank god for my buzz.

“Maybe.”

My eyes go wide, not expecting that response. The next thing I know, my back is against the sink and his lips are firmly pressed against mine. He kisses me hard and his hands are gripping my waist. The kiss is brief but intense and, fuck, it's sending electricity through my body.

He pulls His face from mine and chuckles at the dazed, surprised look on mine.

“Go to the pool bar, order me a bourbon on the rocks, and wait,” He growls in my ear.

It's direct, almost forceful, but soft enough that it doesn't feel like an outright command and I can feel my excitement building in both my chest and crotch.

“Oh... uh... ok," I stammer out as He guides me out of the bathroom.

Did that just happen?

I could feel electric pulses on my lips and on my hips where his fingers were just lightly digging into me as I heard the bathroom door close behind me. I walk in a trance outside, oblivious to anyone else around me.

“ADEN! You ok?!”

“Huh?” I ask, looking up.

“You walked up to the bar and stood right next to me looking like you saw a ghost and didn’t even realize I was standing here,” Amanda explains, drawing me out of my daze.

“Oh, sorry. The Lambo guy is here. He ummm…”

“He what?” she asks, looking concerned.

“No, nothing, he just..." I pause wondering if I should tell her the full truth, "He said hi to me and told me to meet him at the bar.”

A huge smile spread across her face

“Well, well, well, look at you being the first to score! Can I meet him? He might be straight and was just being polite.”

It takes everything in me to withhold the fact that he just kissed me like no straight man would.

“Go away! He's mine even if he is straight. You’re going to embarrass me and yourself.”

“Ok… but only cause I have to piss like a mother fucker,” she cackles and heads inside.

For as beautiful and demure as Amanda is, she has a mouth like a trucker.

"Two Bourbons, rocks," I say to the bartender and watch with relief as he turns to fix the drinks without asking me what kind.

Luckily the bar is stocked with only top-shelf liquor, making it impossible for me to mess up my first order from Him.

I stand awkwardly as I wait for Him to join me, fidgeting from left to right foot and clenching both glasses in my hands.

“Waiting for someone?” I hear whispered into my ear from behind.

I smile, already recognizing the timber in his deep voice. His big hand passes over mine as he takes a glass from me and I turn to him. My body is trapped between the bar and his broad frame.

“Oh, hey,” I say sheepishly.

“What's your name handsome?”

“Aden.”

“Nice to meet you.”

“You too.”

“So, you’re with that birthday group from dinner?”

“Yes, we’re all out here for the week for my friend Greg’s 30th.”

“That’s a nice way to celebrate.”

I keep nervously sipping my drink. I feel so awkward compared to this incredibly handsome man who oozes charm and confidence.

“Do you live out here?” I ask.

“I have a place here, yes,” he smiles.

“Oh nice, I live in Hell’s Kitchen,” I blurt out.

“Great place for a young stud like you, center of the gays.”

“It’s fun, I want to move to the West Village or somewhere further from Times Square.”

“Well then, we’d be neighbors.”

“That would be cool,” I smile at the instant fantasy of living next to this dreamy stranger.

He smiles, grabs my empty glass from my hand, and motions for the bartender to refill it.

“Let's take a walk, Aden.”

“Sure.”

He hands me my freshened drink and starts walking toward the beach. Not to the path lit with lanterns that leads to the party that has spilled down to the bonfire but an unlit, almost hidden, path lined with tall shrubs and dunes.

I take a big swig and start following. As we move further down the path, the noise of the party gets softer and the crashing of the ocean gets louder.

My body is surging with nerves and excitement as I follow blindly, wondering where he is taking me.