I caught Mr. Martinez looking at me. Was he checking me out?
“Hey, Jason,” he said. “You look a little pale. Was the flight alright? You’re not going to get car sick are you?”
“No. I’m good. Maybe a little tired. I had a hard time falling asleep last night. Too much excitement.”
Albert broke in. “He just needs a little sun. But not too much. We’ve got plenty of sunscreen at the house. It’s too easy to overdo it. You don’t want to go back looking like a lobster.”
I chuckled. He wasn’t checking me out; he was just checking on me. Like a good dad. Shit, I wish he weren’t so handsome.” The road from the airport seemed to be lined with shopping malls and apartment buildings. There were trees and shrubbery everywhere, but it was obvious that it wasn’t nature, it was hired landscaping. Less than an hour after leaving the airport, we parked under a house on stilts.
“Here we are,” said Albert.
I got out of the car and stepped out into the sun. I looked up at the blue house with white trim. It had to be three stories tall, plus it was on huge concrete pillars that must have pushed it another fifteen feet into the air.
“We usually take the stairs,” said Albert, “but there’s a slow elevator if you’ve got a lot to carry up. “Mom always uses the elevator because she likes shoes with big heels.” Albert’s phone chirped with the sound that indicated his girlfriend Stephanie had just sent a text. He looked down at his phone, and a big smile came across his face. “Steph is here,” he announced. “She lives two houses that way. She said she wasn’t going to be able to make it, but she was able to change her plans.” He looked up at me. “Oh.”
“It’s cool,” I said. “I’m a big boy. I can still go to the beach while you and Stephanie bonk in your bedroom.”
“We don’t bonk.” His tone was indignant. “We discover new pathways to ecstasy through sharing a common physical bond.”
“Yeah? Well, where I come from, we call that sticking your dick in some hot pussy.”
“How crass.”
I laughed.
“Let’s get upstairs,” Albert said.
“I’ll start. You text your pathway partner.” Fortunately, I had not packed more than I needed, and I had an easy time taking it up the stairs. I stepped inside the cool interior of what I considered a mansion. On my left was a huge kitchen done in a pale blue that coordinated with the exterior blue of the house. I could see that Mr. Martinez was putting things into the refrigerator.
On my right was a living space divided into an area in front of a fireplace and one in front of a television. Straight ahead, large windows allowed a view of the ocean. I could see ships, two oil derricks, and a scattering of people on the beach. I hadn’t realized we would be so close to the water.
“Ah, Jason. Let me show you to your room.” Mr. Martinez brought me out of my visual stupor.
“My room?” I looked over at the door as Albert came in.
“I thought we would bunk together, Dad,” said Albert as he dropped his bag. “We’re kind of used to sharing a room.”
“Nonsense.” He looked over at me. “You need your own space. In case you want to bring a girl back to the house. You’ll want privacy.”
“A girl? He’s not going to bring a girl…” Albert’s face went white. He mouthed the word sorry to me.
“That doesn’t matter. You should each have privacy. Obviously, sharing a room with him hasn’t taught you to be celibate.”
“Dad!”
“Honestly, Albert, you don’t think I know what you boys do on dates.” Mr. Marinez pointed up. “Show Jason the guest room.”
I followed Albert to the staircase and up to the second floor. He opened the door to an absolutely beautiful room. “Sorry about the girl comment. I wasn’t thinking. Now, he thinks you're a monk.”
“And he knows that you’re a slut, or at least that’s what he imagines.”
“Put your stuff down and let’s go to the beach. I’ll get sunscreen.”
I didn’t like the smell of the spray on sunscreen, but I did enjoy walking along the edge of the water. I wore plastic flip-flops and got to feel the water splashing over my feet. I’m not sure I would just want to sit under an umbrella as I saw several people doing. Albert was with me for about fifteen minutes before I told him to go see Stephanie. He was off in a flash, and I walked over to what looked like a concession stand a little farther up the beach.
A large crowd around the walk up stand did not indicate the high quality of the offerings. Instead, it was the only stand in sight. A little further to the east and at the edge of the stand, an older one-story motel stood. It appeared to have about fifteen rooms. I had just decided not to order anything when a college-aged woman who had started drinking earlier in the day, possibly the previous day, came up to me.
There was enough alcohol on her breath to start me on the roadway to inebriation. “You’re cute,” she said. “Really cute.”
I smiled. I half expected her to fall over.
“I bet you’re really hung, too. I can tell because your pants are bulging a lot.” Her words were slightly slurred.
I continued to smile as I considered whether I could just walk away. I noticed that she had drawn the attention of several people.
“I have a couple of blankets over there under my umbrella. Want to go over there and fuck? My pussy’s really tight.”
“You’re drunk. Any guy would have to be an idiot to take you up on that,” I said. “Where are your friends? They need to take care of you.”
“I want you to take care of me,” she said as she put her hand on my arm.
“Please, don’t touch me.” Just as I said that, a police officer stepped forward to ask what was going on. Before I could respond, she began a little tirade.
“I just want this man to fuck me. He’s got a big dick, and I want to get fucked by a guy with a big dick. My last boyfriend had a tiny dick.” She turned to the policeman. “What about you? How big’s your dick? Do you want to go back to my umbrella?”
Another officer joined the first. The second officer was younger, very handsome. He reminded me of the porn star Axel Garrett, whom I’d seen in a porn video in high school. I had downloaded it to my computer and watched it several times.
The first officer, D. Hernandez, told the second that they had a D&D, which I found out later meant drunk and disorderly. “Get his statement; I’ll walk her to the car.”
A. Robinson had the bluest eyes I’d ever seen. He wrote down what I told him. I gave him my phone number and address, including my parents’ house and the one at school. I didn’t remember the address of the place I was staying, but I let him know that I could text it to him when I got back. He wrote his cell phone number on the back of his card. His first name was Alex, and when he walked off, I had a boner in my pants. I saw him look back, and I gave a little wave. He touched the brim of his hat. I think I floated back to the house on stilts.
I got back to the house and used the code Mr. Martinez gave me to unlock the door. I didn’t see him anywhere, so I went to my room and texted the address to A. Robinson. I got a ‘TY’ as a reply and nothing else. Well, he was at work. I was sure I would get more later. I reached into my pocket to empty it and found the note from Mrs. Martinez.
I wondered whether I should say something about it. Should I show him the note? I decided to lay the cards on the table. I went, with the note in my hand, to find him.
I thought I could hear water running from the third floor, but I wasn’t sure. The house was very quiet. I climbed the stairs and stood outside large partially open doors. Inside, I could see Mr. Martinez in the shower. He had lather all over his body. He was rubbing the soapy solution over his moderately hairy chest. Fuck, he looked good. I couldn’t see much below the tubes, but the rest of him was Adonis material. I could see myself kissing his chest and dropping down to bury my nose in the bush at the base of his cock. My own dick was responding to the image. I could feel it harden.
A loud noise echoed as he allowed the bottle of body wash to slip from his fingers and fall to the shower floor. I saw him bend over to pick it up, but his ass was out of view. I imagined a small bit of fur on his ass cheeks. How hairy was his hole? I wanted to examine it with my tongue before sliding my dick into it.
He stood up. He faced away from me. The muscles of his back were as if they were drawn by an anatomy expert. I felt myself wanting him. I knew I had to have him.
The water in the shower went off. I counted to sixty and lightly rapped and waited. A moment later, Mr. Martinez opened the door slightly. His hair was wet and he was wearing nothing but a towel.
“Can I meet you downstairs in about five minutes?” he asked.
“Of course, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to bother you.”
“It’s no bother,” he chuckled a little. “I’d just like to be dressed when we talk.”
I headed back down to the living room and wondered if there were more meaning to what he had just told me. I was staring out at the ocean again when he came downstairs. He was smartly dressed in a lightly colored plaid shirt and putty colored shorts. His shoes matched his shorts and he wasn’t wearing socks. His legs looked super sexy.
“You know,” he started. “People can see what you do.”
I looked out toward the beach. Surely, they couldn’t see into the house.
“Why don’t we take a little walk.”
I nodded and turned toward the door and followed him down the steps. He didn’t say anything until we were about a block away.
“The Mrs. installed cameras with audio throughout the house, so you don’t want to leave your room without being fully dressed.” He put his hand on my shoulder. “And you want to watch your language. I wouldn’t put it past her to post things on the Internet if you happen to say something she doesn’t like.”
“I see,” I nodded. I pulled the crumpled paper written by Albert’s mother from my pocket so that he could see it. “I was just wondering about a place to get a quick bite. I was near one that’s right on the beach, but it didn’t look clean, and…”
“You don’t want to eat there. I’ve been trying to buy that place so I could clean it up. It serves stale nachos, and the sodas always seem mostly flat. There’s a much better place just a block off the beach. Come on. I’ll show you. We can grab a bite there if you want. My treat.”
“That’s really nice of you. Thanks, Mr. Martinez.”
“Call me André. Or Andy. Just don’t call me late to lunch.”
I groaned. “No. Not dad jokes. Not this early in the week.”
“It’s Friday,” he retorted.
“That’s right. Dad jokes should only be told on the day between Saturday and Sunday after everyone has had at least one shot.”
“Well, I’m the dad, so shit on your rule. I tell jokes on days ending in ‘y’, and I expect laughs every time.”
“OK. Ha-ha-ha. That’s for the one I groaned about.”
“Come on, Funny Man.”
The two of us walked another block before I held the note out to him and said. “This is what she wrote to me.”
André glanced at the note. His eyebrows drew together. “I don’t play golf.”
“She’s talking about my dick,” I said abruptly.
That rattled him. “Has she said anything to you before this?”
“Yes. Back in January.”
“Are you going to tell me?”
“She said that you would like my dick better than the plastic dildo that she uses.”
I saw him shake his head. “I’m sure I would, but she’s only used that one time. It wasn’t pleasant. I don’t think she did it right. But why would she involve you in this? I didn’t ask her to.”
“I think she knows I’m gay,” I admitted, “and that I’d find you attractive. You are, you know.”
“You’re the one who’s attractive.”
“I wish there were someplace we could go,” I said. “I’m not comfortable talking about this out here in the open. I don’t want to get on video.”
“I do have a place. I use it as my office when I’m here in town. It’s not far, but we shouldn’t go there together.”
“OK.”
“I’ll head there now. You go back toward the house and then down to the beach. You remember seeing a hotel just a ways up from that snack shack.?”
“I do,” I told him.
“I use room fourteen for my office. We can talk privately there. See you in a little bit.”
I headed back to the house. My mind wondered what Mrs. Martinez hoped to gain by setting these things in motion. I was sure she would know that I’d be attracted to her husband. Who wouldn’t be? He had the physique of a gymnast or a swimmer. I assumed he had to be at least forty years old, but he certainly looked a lot younger than that. So did his wife, come to think of it.
The description he gave of the cameras in the house. He made it sound as if every nook and cranny was under the watchful eye and ear of a video recording device. Was she hoping to video the two of us engaged in the act of sex? I took a deep breath. Was she on her way out of this marriage and trying to use me to get to keep more of the assets or was she just some kinky woman who liked to fuck her son’s roommate and watch her husband take a hard one up the ass?
