**Note--based on reader feedback, I edited the end of the story to make it a little clearer
An increase in heart rate accompanied my rush to get to the hotel. Was I being manipulated by Albert’s mother? I was growing more certain with each step. She knew that I would find her husband irresistible. Who wouldn’t with his handsome face, great body, and likeable personality. The kid part of me wanted to run away, go back home. But I was nineteen, or almost anyway, and I needed to man up and deal with this. An overwhelming urge built inside me. I wanted André on his back with my dick buried deep in his ass while our tongues danced the tango. I was in front of the door to room fourteen before I knew it. My hand was shaking as I reached forward to knock. What was waiting for me on the other side?
It took my eyes almost a minute to grow accustomed to the change in lighting from bright sunlight to a room with the shades drawn and only one lit lamp. André sat down at a chair next to a desk that was to the right of the door. Except for the filing cabinet adjacent to the desk, it was an ordinary hotel room.
“Have a seat, Jason.” He pointed to the only other chair in the room. “Or, if you prefer, you can sit on the edge of the bed.”
I sat on the edge of the bed. It was closer to him. His tone was serious, and to me, that made him even sexier.
“I’ve been thinking more about that note and the reason for it.”
“I have too,” I admitted.
“I think she’s put us in an awkward situation, and I’m not sure what she expects to get out of it.”
“I have a feeling that she’s trying to use me because she knew I’d be attracted to you. I am attracted to you. You’re handsome and sexy, and I can tell that you’re a great guy.”
“Well, I certainly appreciate that. Maybe I shouldn’t say this, but she’s told you things that were extremely personal. I think she did it to arouse you. Yes, I’ve been curious as to whether a real penis would feel better than a plastic one, but I’m not gay. I’m not bi. I don’t want to be fucked by a young man no matter how handsome he is.
“You’re my son’s friend. I’m sure that no matter how much you might want to have sex with me, the fact that I’m Albert’s father is giving you some conflict.”
“It is. You’re right. It’s… I’m not sure how to explain it.”
André leaned forward. “That’s because you’re young. There’s a drive in you to get sex whenever you can. Sometimes that drive will override your conviction that something’s just not right. I’m not saying it gets easier as you get older, but I think it’s part of being human.”
I nodded.
He stood up. “That being said, we are not going to have sex. My curiosity is not high enough. And I know that you would regret it. I would certainly regret it. But this is what I am going to do.” He reached for the desk and picked up a small metal card. “This is the key to this room. I’m loaning it to you while you’re here. I know that you and Albert were planning a lot of things this week, but his girl showed up. I hope he’s being careful. I wasn’t back when I was fourteen, and while I wouldn’t trade him for the world, I do wonder what life would have been like had I not had a son when I was just a kid myself.
“Anyway, this room is for your use. Just be careful. Be safe. Now, how about some lunch?”
I stood. “I’d like that. Thanks.”
The restaurant didn’t look like much from the outside, but the fried shrimp basket that I had was one of the best. The outside was crunchy but the shrimp was not overcooked. Mr. Martinez, I thought it best to call him by his formal name, went back to the house, and I headed out to some tourist trap stores that lined the beach a little farther north.
I was not as disappointed as I thought I would feel. Perhaps it was because I knew it wasn’t a good idea and the fact that he wasn’t interested in me helped to put things in their proper perspective. I stood in front of the first shop and pulled my phone out to check messages. The cute cop had only replied with a ‘thank you.’ I started to type, ‘Does the cute cop ever date guys?’ but then I thought that this might be a work number. I deleted the message and typed instead, ‘I have a personal question. Should I ask it here?’ I waited a few minutes, but there was no quick reply, so I put the phone in my pocket and went into the store.
Shells, beads, towels, and lots of other crap that no one really needs were in great abundance, but that’s not what I was shopping for. My list included things like nice smile, cute haircut, 5’6” to 6’1”--although I was flexible on that depending on the other boxes that were checked, no speedos unless the body was perfect, nerdy mind a plus, mild to moderately hairy a plus, overly hairy a definite minus. No one fit the bill.
I went outside and sat on the bench looking at the waves as they crashed down. Some small children were building a sand structure from pails of sand. I couldn’t spot their parents. I wondered whether I should walk over to them and ask to talk to either their mother or father. Just as I was deciding that I should, a figure came from the edge of the water with a bucket and joined them. I took a deep breath.
“I thought that was you,” said a voice from behind me.
I turned, and it was Mr. Cute Cop. “Hi.” I wanted to say something profound, but my mind was blank as noticed his smile.
“I got your text, but I haven’t had a chance to respond. That’s my work phone. Let me give you my cell number.”
“OK, but I can also just ask you now,” I said.
“In public?” He chuckled a little.
“Where’s your partner?” I asked in a low voice.
He smiled even wider.
“Alex, do you ever date guys who think you’ve got a great smile?”
“Who thinks I have a great smile, Jason?”
“That kid over there with the really thick glasses,” I said with a nod in a random direction.”
He laughed. “I’d consider it, but you know I don’t live here. I’m on temporary duty.”
“I don’t live here either. And it’s not a marriage proposal. It’s a date to see if the cuteness is more than skin deep.”
“You free tonight?” he asked. “I’m off at 7. I could change clothes and be back here about 7:30.”
“Put your personal number in my phone,” I said as I handed it to him. “See you at 7:30, right here. We’ll have some fried shrimp, a walk on the beach, some good conversation.”
“And a kiss good-night?”
“I guess that depends on how good the conversation is.”
He smiled and walked toward his partner. I watched him until he disappeared in the crowd. I went back to the house to shower and choose which shirt I was going to wear.
I was on the bench at 7:25 and as nervous as shit. I had an empty feeling in my gut. It was just a date, I told myself. There might be a kiss at the end of it, but I had a feeling that Alex was a first date jump in the sack kind of guy. That made me wonder. Was I a slut? I’d never turned anyone down except for the girl who asked me out to that dance. I could be prudent without being prudish. I’d allowed myself to fantasize about Mr. Martinez to the point where I would have done whatever he asked. I did need to be more careful.
Alex arrived about 7:35 with apologies because he had trouble finding a parking spot. I apologized. I should have had him meet me at the house. There was plenty of parking there. He laughed and told me that it was alright.
He had a way of putting me at ease. He was just as handsome in his t-shirt and khaki shorts as he had been in his uniform. Maybe the baseball cap wasn’t quite as sexy as his policeman’s hat, but I hardly noticed.
We both had fried shrimp baskets, and they were just as good as they had been at lunch. We went back out to the beach and walked along the water’s edge. At some point, Alex slipped his hand into mine.
I found out that he was from a town about thirty miles inland. He became a cop right out of college. His whole family were police officers. He had a degree in forensics and knew that if he wanted to pursue things, he would have to go to a larger city. He was also thinking about joining the FBI, but that would also take him away from his hometown.
He came out in high school to parents who already knew. He figured he had dated every gay man in town at least once and a couple of them twice, but there was no one there for him. He didn’t believe in sex on the first date; he wasn’t even sure it was appropriate for the second date. He was twenty-four and hadn’t wanted to be assigned to Spring Break duty, but he smiled at me and told me that he was glad he hadn’t been given a choice.
I told him about my hometown, my sister and supportive brother-in-law. I didn’t share anything about the Martinez family except to say that Albert was my roommate and had invited me here. It was my second time seeing the ocean. I had no plans on where I would end up.
We ended up in front of the hotel. The key to room fourteen was in my pocket. “I really like you, Alex. I’d like to see you again.” I stepped forward and kissed him on the cheek.
“Oh, Jason. What are you doing to me?” He turned to face the ocean. “You’ve got me rethinking so many things.” He turned to face me.
I kissed him again, this time with my lips on his. He put his arms around my shoulders and pulled me to him. We kissed again and his hands dropped to my ass.
“You have the cutest ass.”
I swear that even in the dim light of the setting sun, I saw his face turn crimson as he said the last remark.
“It matches my strong chin,” I whispered to him. I held up the room card. “Are we going to break your rule about first dates?”
He kissed me again. “You’re a bad boy, aren’t you.” I may have to arrest you.
Darkness enveloped me. I was on my back on the bed. I had imagined Alex watching me undress before he turned off the lights. I touched my penis, and my erection stiffened even harder. I saw Alex’s smile. He was a beautiful man. I could almost feel the weight of his body on mine.
I began to move my hand up and down, my fingers wrapped tightly around the stiff rod.
My other fingers pushed against my hole; they were the head of Alex’s penis trying to gain entry into me. There was resistance but suddenly they were inside me. I felt dizzy.
Why couldn’t Alex really be here. I wanted him so.
I pushed my fingers; I pumped my hand. “Make love to me Alex,” I whispered into the empty air. I was getting close, but I wanted Alex to give me his load. He wasn’t really there. I pumped hard as I tried to maintain the illusion. Sperm ejected from my stiffness sprayed up and over covering my torso and my chin. Would Alex have scooped it up and fed it to me, or would he have tasted it himself?
I I looked up into the darkness. I was alone, and jerking off might have released some tension, but I really wanted to hold Alex, snuggle with him, have him hold me until I fell asleep. I got out of bed and cleaned up. I looked at myself in the mirror and pointed my finger at my own image. “You’re attracted to someone with integrity. He’s not looking for a one night stand. You need to be happy about that.”
