“Why do you ask?”
“You seem like a fish out of water. A beautiful fish, but out of water.”
“I’m from South Carolina. You are from here?”
“Hell no. I’ve been living in South Beach for ten years, but I’m originally from New York. I travel back for board meetings, but I live here where it’s warm,” he said and then lowered his glasses and looked straight at me, “and sometimes very hot.”
“You’re on a board for a company?”
“I’m the majority owner, it’s a Fortune 500 company. I stepped down as CEO and put the reigns in very capable hands.”
“What do you do?”
“Nothing. I just graduated high school.”
“Plans on college?”
“No, but I would like to go one day.”
“You should. That could happen for you. Are you going to get into hospitality or the trades in the time being?”
“No. No plans.”
“What about Saturday? Do you have plans for that?”
“Nope.”
“You seem to be very against planning. I’m going to change that, you have plans for Saturday. I’m having some friends over. A party at my house. Small group, no riff raff. Just fellow businessmen, maybe a politician or two. A judge. You’re coming.”
“I don’t know, sir.”
“It’s going to be fun. Good company, some good food, drinks. I will send a car to pick you up.”
“No….. I can come…. Come on my own. I don’t need you to send a car”
“I insist. I will send a car, that way I can be sure that you are coming.”
“It’s okay.”
“I don’t care where you live, if that’s what you’re afraid of. Me finding out your in a slum or something won’t change anything. I lived in the slums of the Bronx when I was your age. You’re not on the streets, though are you?”
“No, just a motel with cheap weekly rates in a bad part of town.”
“That would be my first priority, find a nicer part of town to live in. You can see how you like South Beach on Saturday.”
“I think that may be out of my tax bracket.”
“You just might need to leverage your…. assets.”
“You’re a dirty old man, aren’t you.”
“I’m both the dirtiest and the cleanest, all at the same time. Clean money, clean living, but debauchery in the bedroom. No better way to live.”
I told him where I was staying. His driver would pick me up at noon on Saturday. He told me to wear the exact same outfit, a pair of Speedos and flip flops. His name was Thomas.
A Mercedes pulled up early. A man in a tuxedo knocked on my door.
“Mr. Roth bought you a new pair of swim shorts and sandals. He said to wear them, and only them.”
He handed me a black pair of Speedos. They were essentially a thong. I put them on. I wore them and my new sandals. The driver escorted me to the car and opened the back door for me. The whole motel seemed to stop what they were doing to watch me walk to a Mercedes in a thong.
“I will bring you back later and walk you back to your room for safety.”
The party was at a beautiful house on the beach. A large pool with old men everywhere. I was excited, hoping one of these men would take my virginity tonight. I was ready to be taken. I had small toys that I played with at the motel. I didn’t want to be so tight that I would be hurt me when I tried to be intimate with a man.
Thomas found me quickly. Like most of the men there, we only wore swim shorts. Swim shorts that covered him well. His belly had a golden tan. His gold jewelry blended into his tan skin with grey fur.
“So, where are you from, Brett?”
“I’m from Anderson, South Carolina.”
“Why did you move to Miami?”
“Because it isn’t Anderson, South Carolina.”
“Fair enough. How old are you?”
“Eighteen.”
“You understand that most of the men here like the company of other men, right?”
“Yes.”
“What type of company do you like?”
“I have wanted to be with men, as long as I remember. I’ve always had crushes on the dads of my friends and older teachers.”
“You like older men?”
“Yes sir.”
“How many men have you been with?”
“None.”
“Why? You’re hot as hell.”
“Thank you. Because of Anderson, South Carolina. Not really friendly towards homosexuals. My parents hated me because I was gay. They felt great shame from me being their son and used every excuse they could find to make my life hell.”
I wasn’t the only young guy there. There were a couple others. The older men gave them attention and the young men feigned over them. Thomas kept me close all evening. He frequently rubbed sunscreen on me.
“Brett, you don’t want to burn.” He said as he held a bottle of sunscreen. He rubbed sunscreen on my back and legs. He then rubbed it into my buttcheeks. He turned me around and worked it in on my chest and shoulders. Arms and legs. He then pulled on the waistband of my Speedos. He looked in and then started to rub sunscreen on my tiny cock and balls.
He held my privates in his big hand and leaned forward. He kissed me and I kissed him back. He pushed me towards the gazebo. He pulled my Speedos down. I was four inches of rock hard baby cock. Thomas stroked me and kissed me as men stared. He pushed his swimsuit down and pulled out his large cock. He rubbed his cock against mine and stroked them at the same time. Men stared as he had stroked my little cock with his large one. He kissed me and stroked our penises until I came all over his cock.
The bartender kept me with a mojito in hand at all times. I danced with Thomas. I laughed with a judge. I saw a member of the House of Representatives get a blowjob in the gazebo.
The evening slowed down. Many of the men had left. Thomas and I were in the hot tub with the judge and another younger guy. I sat between Thomas’s legs.
His hands were all over my body. The three of them may have had a conversation going on, but I wasn’t aware of it. I could only focus on Thomas’s hands. I was also affected by the multiple mojitos that I had consumed.
I turned around and stared at Thomas. I straddled his legs in the hot tub, I grabbed him and pulled him close to me. I kissed him deeply. I reached down and pushed my hand in his swim suit. I grabbed his penis and stroked it as I kissed him. His penis felt huge in my hand and it quickly started to grow. Thomas kissed me back and held on to me tightly. My small body was pressed into his big belly.
Thomas stood up, still holding me. My hand still down his shorts. He looked at his two remaining guests and said, “Excuse us.” They laughed.
Thomas carried my wet horny body towards the house, but only made it to the gazebo. He stripped our clothes. He licked and kissed my entire body from head to toes. I slipped to my knees in front of him.
I opened my mouth and took his cock inside of it. His cock tasted like chlorine, but I didn’t care. I just wanted it badly. I wanted to please him.
I did everything that I had ever seen in a porn movie. I bobbed my head as I sucked on his cock with all I had. I was careful to keep my teeth off his cock. I listened to his moans and paid attention to his breathing. I repeated the things that made him moan louder. I wanted him to be happy. His cock tasted like chlorine, but I could feel his power as a man radiate from it
Thomas pulled his non circumcised cock from my hungry face. He lifted me up and kissed me. He led me into the house. His fingers were inside me as we rode the elevator to the third floor. The third floor was essentially a large master suite. He placed me on his California King bed. He gently kissed and licked at my hole. It felt amazing. He licked and probed with his tongue. I was in immediate ecstasy.