At the top of his voice, my father brought down the roof screaming like a demon from hell. "This is it. Don't fuck it up, Kid. I ain't supporting you fer duh rest of yer life, asshole. This is your break!! You don't gimmie 'nuff money to live here. You don't wanna be a fucking lacky for the rest of yer fucking life! Do you?? DO YOU?? So, every goddamn thing the mother fucker asks you to do, you do it goddamn." Then he slapped me in the head hard causing me to fall on to the sofa. "Do it and do it right. You goddamn, moron! Now get outta my face, Universal wrestling is on."
"Yes Sir."
I fled upstairs to my bedroom with tears in his eyes. My mother followed. "I agree with your father, she laughed, you don't want to be lackey asshole ... like he is." She hugged me, "I'm sorry he's so rough on you."
"I'm so sorry you have to be bossed around by him, mom but the minute I've saved enough money."
"How will you do that when he takes every check of yours for himself."
"Cause he doesn't know anything about the yearly bonus which is direct deposited into my secret checking account."
His mom kissed his forehead. "You're so smart, Kevin."
"Now I got a present for you. Don't use that old ratty suitcase." She dragged a brand-new blue suitcase from under his bed. "The lady I clean for gave it to me. And I did extra work for her and bought you some clothes for the trip. "Socks, underwear, nice short sleeves, Bermuda shorts and a little more."
"I love you, mom."
"Right back at you, love."
The next morning before his father rose from his drunken stupor. I got dressed, happy to have new underwear and socks and a new suitcase.
At seven am, the limo arrived. He kissed his mother and walked to the vehicle. Mr. Muldoon, the CEO and founder of Public Communications, a PR agency for tourist destinations. The chauffer took my suitcase.
"Hey Kevin, are you ready for an adventure on Barbados?"
"Yes Sir,"
"No, sirs, during this trip. I am Martin Muldoon. You call me Martin. Happy to see you are NOT in a suit. Get in the back seat next to me. Darla front seat." Darla was the Mr. Muldoon's personal assistant.
"Happy to see you not wearing a suit. This trip is very casual, laid back. just like the client, Beach Grove Hotel, we're trying to seduce. I'm hoping you and I can sign them up for at least two years.,"
Mr. Muldoon was a handsome 40ish blond-haired stud who built the company up from nothing. A 6'2 hottie with a gym body, perfectly tanned, oh what a man with a movie star smile that drives me wild and light up a room. Why yes ... I do have a crush on him. He probably has ten girl friends
I'd never rode in a plane let alone in first class. Wow, they give you champaign as soon as you enter. The meal was excellent. During the time Martin picked my brain, and I was prepared with ideas and ways to entice Travel Editors from big newspapers to join our press next junket for the resort next month.
When we arrived at the Beach Grove Resort, I was truly impressed. The pools, the beach, the tiki bar. The staff were handsome and pretty. The indoor dining room was elegant with a Caribbean theme.
As it was season, Mr. Mul ... Martin and I were sharing a room with a view, a suite no less with a bar, a hot tub and a balcony. When we opened the room, I Immediately realized there was only one bed. A king-sized bed and it was season.
"Only one bed Mr ... uh ..Martin."
"I see." He paused thinking. "Do you have a problem with sleeping next to me?"
"No, sir, uh Martin." I laughed and he joined in. "Our first meeting isn't until tomorrow morning. So, time to get into bathing suits and head to the beach. You can use the bathroom first."
I came out of the bathroom in my boxer swimsuit, that nearly went down to my knees
Martin looked at me grabbed his cell phone and called Darla. "Darlin, go over to that swim shop we passed". He turned his back to me but retained his volume. "Size 30, speedo. Light blue with a matching towel. Oh, and flip flops ... blue"
How the hell did he know everything from my waist size, my favorite color and I've always wanted a speedo. I stood there stunned. And then he quickly stripped ... naked. His cock was beautiful and big. His thick bush of black pubic hair was like a forest. My mouth dropped open. He laughed grabbing a red thong from his suitcase.
He pulled them up smiling at me. My cock twitched.
There was a knock at the door, handing him a bag. Darla was already in her bathing suit. "See you two on the beach and closed the door."
Being as bold as brass for the first time in my life. I dropped my stupid old bathing suit. Now totally naked. His smile widened. "Nice dick."
"My face turned red." The Speedo felt awesome. "How did you know my favorite color?" I asked as he took a step toward.
"You have everything in blue folders. Your favorite shirt is blue. Your coffee mug is blue. My birthday presents from you are always wrapped in blue paper." My noticeably erect cock had nowhere to go. I smiled. He remembered everything about me.
"Wrap your towel around your waist. Let's hit the beach." His hand was on my shoulder as we left.
We meet up with Darla. He threw me into the surf. All three of us were laughing and splashing. So many people but the beach was huge. We stayed in the sun near the bar; complimentary drinks were served. Mine was a blue Dakari. I looked up at him. He smiled. I smiled back. Dinner came and I'm telling you, I don't remember what I ate. More fancy drinks came. Darla went to her room, a little tipsy. The sun set. He and I walked by the ocean. Then returned to our room. He took off his thong. And I stepped out of my new speedo.
Martin opened the balcony door; the warm breeze filled my heart as the moon rose. He started walking toward me. I was breathless.
"Your Jaguar is red. Your bedroom is painted red. You look great in your red tie and gray suit. You wear a red ring. You have a picture of a red lighthouse in your office. When you've bent over at the Family picnics, I always see your red underwear. And course your red bathing suit."
Now I could feel his breath upon my lips. He kissed me and asked, "Has anyone ever ... "
"No."
Martin picked me up in his arms and took me to our bed and deeply kissed me. I felt his hand on my dick. I reached for his. Both of us were hard. He grabbed something from the nightstand drawer. I saw his beautiful cock and immediately tasted the head and began savoring and sucking his cock. I felt a cool liquid across my butthole. A chill went up my back. He brought my lips to his and we kissed. His hand cradled my dick, then licked my precum. He raised my legs up. I felt the evening breeze on them.
Martin whispered, I will be as gentle as a lamb. I laid back and felt his cockhead teasing my lube filled ass. He sucked my nipple, licked my neck. "I have wanted you for so long, Kevin." He slowly put a little more of his cock in me.
"I have wanted you since the day I met you. This day has been a whirlwind. "I love you, Martin." His cock went a little deeper my moan was total pleasure. He pulled out a little then back and in again. He did that again and again. My whole body tingled. I gasped. Never had I'd ever felt so awesome before. In minutes he increased the locomotion of his cock. I groaned feeling something so wonderful in my heart and soul. "I love you, Kevin, now forever. Without touch my dick I came moaning lost in loves embrace. He entered me again, panting and howled quietly as he came in my hole.
We kissed and laid in each other's arms.
