The Call of the Ocean

I saw movement at the window; it was the man from the front desk. The knock at the door surprised me. I opened it.

“Hi. I hope I’m not bothering you.”

“No. Come in. What can I do for you?

“First, the man who was in your room earlier left his note.”

I took the note from him and opened it. It simply read, “Thanks.”

With the realization that I had helped Gary and that he appreciated it gave me a warm feeling inside. I was glad we hadn’t hooked up; I think that would have cheapened the experience. I was smiling when I looked back up at the man standing in the entry. “You said there was something else?” Had I noticed how sparkling blue his eyes were earlier?

“I’m sure you don’t remember me.” His cheeks reddened and he looked down at the floor.

I actually did remember him. He was the geeky kid named Markie the first time my family came to this place. I thought back. Shorter than I was, and I was one of the shorter kids in my class, His face was a mix of freckles and acne. His hair always looked as though he only combed it with his fingers, but I was jealous of the golden blond color. My blond hair always looked dirty. It still did. I also remembered that with each year, he became taller. His skin cleared, and his body toned like that of a swimmer. He also had funny looking feet unless they were in sandals. His name badge said Marcus, but he still seemed like a Markie to me.

“I do remember you. Sometimes you worked at the desk; sometimes you brought us extra towels. I remember my dad telling yours that you were a really hard worker.”

“Yeah, but I was nerdy. I guess I still am, and I’m kind of a chicken.” There was a sad tone in the way he said the last part.

“You don’t need to be chicken around me.” I laughed a little. I was feeling a little nervous, like the first time I asked a guy out. Butterflies started to fly around in my belly.

“I was wondering,” Marc nodded toward the bed, “if you and that guy were boyfriends; although, it’s really not my business.”

I looked over at the bed. It was obvious that two people had been in it. “Umm,” I pressed my lips together. “Why don’t you close the door.”

He closed it quickly, and I didn’t gain any time to think with that stalling method.

“That guy was out at the pier; he was wet and cold. I brought him back here to get dry and warm up. We snuggled a bit under the covers to warm him up, but I’d never seen him before, and we didn’t hook up. The note just says ‘thanks.’” I turned it around so he could see it.

“I’m sorry,” Marc said in response. “I didn’t have any right to ask you about that. It’s just...I…” He took a deep breath. “I guess I’m… I’ve thought a lot about you since I first met you.”

“About me?”

“Yeah. The first time I met you, you were really nice to me. Most people treated me like shit or ignored that I was even there. You were different.”

“Why don’t you sit down and tell me about it.” I was thinking that had anyone else told me that same sentence, I would have found it creepy.

“I can’t. I’ve been away from the desk for too long. I need to get back.”

“I’ll come with you, then.” I opened the door. “No one else is here to help you?”

“No. My brother and sister left after high school, and my dad passed last year. I’ve been doing it by myself. It’s a little hectic during the summer, but the rest of the year is pretty easy.”

“I’m sorry about your dad. He always seemed like a happy guy. He made staying here a nice experience. I think that’s why I headed here. Nothing seemed to be going right at work, and I needed a place with happy memories.”

Marcus opened the office door for me. “I’ve been here my whole life, and I only have vague memories of anything bad. It’s really been a great life here so far.” He smiled. I’m not sure I’d noticed those dimples before. He offered me the rolling seat behind the desk, and he took the straight-back chair. We looked at one another for about thirty seconds.

“So, tell me the rest of it. There is a rest of it, isn’t there? This isn’t just about my being nice to you the first time we met.”

“No. It’s not. Please don’t hate me for what I’m going to tell you. I have to let you know what I’ve done.”

“OK. Out with it. You haven’t hurt me in any way, so I’m sure everything will be better once it’s out in the open.”

“Each year that you came, I secretly took pictures of you. I’ve kept them in an album. I would take it out and remember how good I felt when you were here. I even wrote you a letter once. I didn’t sign it, but I mailed it to you.”

“You’re the secret admirer? I’d forgotten about that. I used to look at people and wonder if they knew I was gay and how they knew. Fucking hell, I never suspected it was a cute guy like you.”

“I’m not cute. And it was wrong of me.”

“Oh, come on. You were what? Sixteen?” I looked at him. “Marc, it’s OK. I’m not angry. I would like to see the pictures. Can you show them to me?”

“They’re in the bottom desk drawer. I put them there when I decided to confess.”

I reached down and pulled an album from the drawer. There, neatly preserved were pictures of me, pictures of me and my brothers, pictures of me and my dad. “I remember that.”

Marc pulled his chair closer to me and leaned forward to see what I was pointing to. I sensed his head next to mine. He had a clean fresh smell.

Almost all the pictures were candids, and then there was one of all of us. It was the summer I was seventeen, and we were all smiling next to a sandcastle that my brother Aaron had made. He was an excellent sculptor. Tears began to run down my cheeks. Marc put his hand on my shoulder. Memories, happy memories of the ones I’d lost came rushing to me. I turned to Marc. “I needed this. I lost all of them last year in a plane crash. I’ve been empty. This has filled me up. I feel open and free.”

“The book is yours,” Marc said as he got up and walked to the half door that separated the desk from the lobby.

“Wait, where are you going?” I stood up and moved next to him. Then I pushed him against the wall and kissed him. “I’m not sure how you’re feeling right now, but I want you.” I kissed him again. Outside, a crack of thunder shook through the air.

Marc seemed confused.

“I want you. Do you want me?” I asked him.

“I’ve always wanted you.”

“Then put out the sign that says you’ll be back in an hour and come back to my room. I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me and come inside me.”

“I’ve never done that,” he said. “I’ve never done anything.”

I kissed him again and reached down. I felt his penis growing hard as I grabbed it. Marcus put the sign on the counter, and we practically ran to my room. I pushed the door shut and was naked in an instant. I had never wanted anyone the way I wanted Marc. He was fumbling with his shirt as I reached over and pulled his pants down. He kicked off his sandals revealing his still funny-looking feet. I pulled his underwear down, and a beautiful uncut cock bounced up into my face. I sucked on it even though it was already fully hard. Marc had his shirt over his face still struggling to get it off almost losing his balance in the process. I pulled it off his head and then went to my back for my lube.

I slathered his cock with lube before lying down on the bed. I propped a pillow under my ass and lubed up my hole. His dick was bigger than the two I had taken in the past, so I used a little extra lube. “Marc, come here and push your dick in my hole.” I could see he was trembling, but he followed my directions. I helped guide the head against my pucker, and he pushed himself all the way in.

I gasped as his cock filled me, stretched me. There was no pain. It may have been his first time, but he was a natural. As he pistoned in and out, I moaned with pleasure. His rhythm increased, and I pulled our heads together to kiss him. He pushed his tongue into my mouth, and I sucked it in sync with our fucking. He groaned as the rhythm changed and he slammed into me hard, and I could feel his ejaculate fill me.

He was still hard, so I rolled us over. I continued to move up and down his hard shaft. My ass muscles milked every drop from him. As I neared completion, I told him I was cumming. He grabbed my cock and shoved as much as he could into his mouth. He swallowed some, but most ran out the corners of his mouth.

I leaned forward to kiss him, and his dick slid out of me along with a stream of cum. I snuggled up next to him, and he began to weep.

“Marc, baby, it’s OK.”

“But, Jeff. I love you, and…”

“The thing is, Marc, I think these feelings inside me are also love. So, I’m going to need this room indefinitely.”