Cucked By My Dad — Chapter 4

Dad seduces the pool boy!

They say the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results. I’ve always thought of myself as reasonably well-adjusted–a bit slutty, perhaps, but well-adjusted nonetheless–and yet I feel like I’ve been running in circles doing the same damn thing. I meet a guy, fall in love (lust), and then am somehow shocked when my dad manages to fuck him before I get a chance to.

At a certain point, you just have to wonder if maybe the problem is you.

The easy thing to do would be to throw in the towel, accept my lifelong virginity, and become a celibate gay nun or something. But because I’m an eternal optimist (and I have a few issues with the Catholic church), I still hold out hope that one of these days, I will get to enjoy the sweet, luscious feeling of a dick in my ass.

My hopes of breaking the cycle rose for the first time when my parents informed me that we would not, in fact, be taking our usual summer vacation this year. Instead of spending a week in some hot, sandy beach house in the Outer Banks like we usually do, they’d booked us a week at an all-inclusive resort in Cancun. I personally would have preferred to go on a cruise (I’m a big fan of the show LOST and have always fantasized about capsizing at sea) and I let my protestations be known.

Despite my grumbling, the three of us were packed and on a flight to Mexico by the end of the week. I packed only thong swimsuits just to spite my parents, but truth be told I was actually kind of excited to get out of the house and lounge by the pool. A resort in Cancun didn’t sound too bad–and unlike the beach house, there would actually be other people there I could hang out with. Maybe kids my age, or even an older guy with hyperspermia and a penchant for pale twinks.

The resort was even bigger than I imagined. Ridged, pyramid-like buildings sat along a thin strip of land surrounded by pale white sand and ice-blue water on both sides. The beach was dotted with cozy beach chairs underneath enormous beige umbrellas, while the pool sat invitingly only a couple of yards away. It was the most luxurious place I’d ever been, a hell of a lot better than that dank-ass cabin.

As soon as we entered the lobby, a short, chubby man with a bad dye job and a freshly-pressed linen suit swarmed us, all smiles.

“Welcome, welcome!” he said cheerily, his eyes going from me to my mother until they landed on my father, where they remained for the rest of the conversation. “I’m Anthony, pleased to have you here at the Paradisus. Are you the Wyte family?”

“I’m Jud,” said my father. He grabbed the man’s hand in a firm handshake, dwarfing it with his giant paw.

A shiver ran through Anthony, but he quickly collected himself. “So good to meet you,” he said, all smiles. “When we spoke over the phone I didn’t know… well, nevermind. Please, come right this way. Our concierge will check you in, make sure you have everything you need.”

He pulled out a card from his suit pocket and slid it into my father’s palm. “And if you need anything else during your stay, anything at all, please feel free to call or text. That’s my personal cell number right there.”

My father winked. “Thank you, Anthony.”

The man blushed, bowed slightly, then scurried off.

My mom put her hands on her hips and let out a soft sigh of amazement. “What a great place! This personalized service, I’m telling you. You really feel like the only person in the world that matters.”

Our room was on the fourteenth floor, which felt like an eternity during the slow, clunky elevator ride.

“I thought this place was supposed to be nice?” I said over the loud metallic grinding of the elevator car.

“Don’t be a sourpuss.” My dad nudged me in the side. “Wait till you see the room.”

It wasn’t exactly the Four Seasons, but we’d booked a modest-sized suite with two bedrooms, two bathrooms, and a small kitchen area. There was also a balcony with a stunning view of the water, which I supposed made up for being on the 14th floor. I threw my bag on my bed and pulled out my skimpiest swimsuit, a cherry-red speedo with the word “Maricón” on the thin strip of fabric just above my crack. Just as I’d slid on my flip flops, there was a knock at the door.

“Leo? You decent?” My father poked his head in and eyed me in my swimsuit. “Ah, you’ve already changed. You heading down to the beach?”

I grabbed a floppy sun hat from the table and pulled it on. “The pool, actually. You know I hate sand.”

“We’ll join you!” He stepped into my room. He was in his bathing suit as well, a short pair of swim trunks with the American flag on them. His hairy belly was slightly hanging over the waistband.

I pouted. “I was hoping to get some alone time.”

He shut the door behind him and leaned against it, sighing. “Listen, son. Your mother was hoping we might be able to spend this trip together, as a family. Truth be told, I was kinda hoping that too.”

He scratched the back of his head, the smell from his hairy armpit wafting toward my face and making me dizzy.

I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, that’s what you said about the mission trip. We all know what happened there.”

He smiled sadly. “Come on, son. Can’t we put all that behind us and just have a good time? For your mother? Please?”

I chewed my lip. “Fine. Just don’t expect me to sing Kumbaya or anything.”

The pool was pretty packed when we got there. The sun beat down overhead, making me sweat. I put my towel down on a beach chair and began lathering myself in suntan lotion, wishing there was some hot daddy around to rub it into my skin for me. My own father went straight to the pool and did a cannonball, sending pool water splashing all over the concrete. Mom was hanging around the swim-up bar, flagging down a bartender.

Once I was sufficiently lathered, I pulled out my book and pretended to read. With my oversized sunglasses, I could scope out the pool for any potential fuckboys without being too obvious. Although the pool was packed, it was mostly families with little kids splashing around. There were a few hot dads waist-deep in the pool, holding babies with water wings wrapped around their fat little arms. I watched one of the burlier dads for a few minutes, wondering if I could get him away from his family long enough for a little hanky-panky. Was I willing to be a homewrecker? Maybe. Probably. But it all just seemed like so much effort. I only had a week–better to set my sights on lower-hanging fruit.

I didn’t want to tan unevenly, so I put the book down and turned over onto my stomach. I had only been laying there for a few seconds when I heard a voice say, “Can I get you something to drink, señor?”

I lifted my head to see a tall, swarthy Mexican man smiling down at me. He seemed to be around his mid-20s, with wild black hair, a thin goatee, and small, circular glasses. He had on a tan uniform polo and a pair of bright blue swim trunks.

I rested on my elbows, slipping my sunglasses on the top of my head as I pondered. “Hmm… do you have something tropical? Maybe something sweet, but not too sweet?”

He flashed me a bright, sexy smile. “Let me guess. A piña colada?”

I giggled. “Wow. You’re good.”

He put his hand against his chest in a show of modesty. “It’s a gift. I’m Mateo, by the way. I’ll be taking care of you today.”

I let my gaze linger on his hand. Long, slender fingers that would probably be just the thing to hit my boy button. I needed him.

“I’m Leo. Nice to meet you, Mateo.”

“My pleasure. Are you having a good time here?”

I shrugged in what I imagined was a sexy, demure way. “It’s been nice. How about you? Do you like working here?”

He grinned. “It’s pretty chill. Great benefits, I get to hang out by the pool all day. Talk to interesting people such as yourself.”

Interesting? Well that had to be code for fuckable. He was just being coy with all these people around.

“Tell me something, Mateo,” I said, subtly flexing my butt cheeks. “How does a guy like you get into working here? I’d think you’d be working as a model. Or a go-go boy, at least.”

He bit back a smile. “I’m from a little town not far away. El Viñedo.”

“Sounds romantic.”

“It’s not.” He smiled sheepishly. “My family is still there. I help out when I can.”

“That is so nice of you,” I said, touched. “I’m really close to my family too. My parents are older, practically ancient, really. But I try to make the most of the time we have left.”

“That’s really nice of you,” he said, clearly impressed with my selflessness. “Why don’t I go and get your drink for you?”

I winked. “Can’t wait.”

He turned to leave, but not before shooting a quick glance down at my ass.

Bingo.

I flipped onto my back, sliding my sunglasses over my eyes as I replayed the moment in my mind. But before I could have a chance to breathe, I felt the sun blotted out by a shadow falling across my chair.

“Hey, kiddo.” My dad’s booming voice snapped me out of my reverie. He stood in front of me, water dripping off his thick, hairy body. “Why don’t you join us in the pool?”

I picked my book off the ground and waved it at him. “I’m reading.”

Dad raised an eyebrow. “You’ve never read a day in your life.”

I threw the book down in frustration. “Yeah, well, there’s a first time for everything!”

Dad put a wet hand on my shoulder, sending little drops of water trickling down my chest.

“Why don’t you come for a swim with me? We can play Marco Polo.”

Before I could tell him that I wasn’t five years old and I had no desire to play Marco fucking Polo, Mateo returned with a drink on his tray. “Piña colada for you, señor.”

He handed me the cocktail and gave me a smile that melted away my anger.

“Gracias, Mateo,” I said sweetly.

“Oh, that looks good,” said Dad. “Hey, Mateo, is it? What would you recommend for an old man like me?”

Mateo straightened, his professional demeanor kicking back in. “Depends on what you like, señor.”

Dad let out a bark of a laugh. “Oh, I like plenty of things. Let’s just say I’m a man of many pleasures.”

I rolled my eyes.

Mateo blushed. “Something refreshing? Maybe a mojito?”

“A mojito, huh? Sounds perfect.” Dad grinned, putting his hand on Mateo’s shoulder. “You seem like you know your stuff, son. What’s your secret?”

Mateo shrugged, a little shy under my dad’s attention. “Just a lot of practice, señor.”

“Please, call me Jud.”

I had had about enough of this circle jerk, so I grabbed my book and said, “All right, Dad. I was in the middle of reading. Why don’t you go find mom and–”

“I’ve got time to hang with my son,” my dad interrupted. “And it’s not every day I get to meet a handsome guy like Mateo.”

Mateo laughed politely, his eyes flicking back and forth between us. “I’ll grab your drink, señor. Or… Jud.” He laughed, blushing. “Be right back.”

As he walked away, I sat upright, fuming. “Can you not?”

“Not what?” My dad plopped into the chair next to me, his belly wobbling as the chair sagged underneath his frame. “I’m just being friendly.”

I glared at him. “You’re being you.”

Dad smiled innocently. “Is that such a bad thing?”

I watched Mateo stop to chat with another guest at a nearby table, flashing that sexy smile. “It is when you steal all the attention.”

Dad leaned back with a smirk. “Well, maybe you should step up your game, kiddo.”

I was seething as Mateo returned with the mojito, handing it off to Dad with the same smile I thought he’d reserved just for me. “Here you go, Jud.”

“Thanks, Mateo,” Dad said warmly, raising the glass. “You’re good at what you do.”

Mateo gave a small, bashful laugh. After he’d left, Dad took a sip of his drink and winked at me. “Friendly guy, huh?”

I wanted to throw my book at him, but instead, I just clutched it angrily against my chest as I snarled, “What are you doing?”

“Relaxing by the pool, same as you.” He spread his arms out behind his head and relaxed against the lounger. “Or is this spot reserved for brooding young adults?”

I sat up, my skin red from the sun and the anger rising inside me. “You know what I mean. Why do you always do this?”

“Do what?”

“You know!” My voice rose, drawing a couple of side-eyes from nearby sunbathers. I lowered it to a sharp hiss. “You’re always stealing guys I like.”

Dad blinked stupidly. “Stealing guys? Leo, he works here. He’s paid to be nice. You know that, right?”

I couldn’t stand this fake innocent thing. I folded my arms. “Don’t fucking gaslight me, Dad. You were flirting with him right in front of me.”

“Flirting?” He laughed, shaking his head. “If you think that’s flirting, you haven’t seen anything yet. I was just making conversation, son. You’re reading way too much into this.”

I wanted to scream, but I didn’t want to give him the upper hand. “This is my vacation, too. I’m 18 years old, I deserve to be able to enjoy myself with a cute guy. Can’t you just… back off for once?”

His smile faded slightly. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “Leo, I’m not trying to steal anyone from you. I just want to spend time with you. That’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

“Sure. Spend time with me by fucking every guy I like. Great bonding, Dad.”

“Look, if this is really bothering you, how about a deal?” He held his palms up in surrender. “I’ll give you guys space. No more flirting with Mateo or whatever his name is.”

I narrowed my eyes. “You’ll just give up that easily, will you?”

“Well, you do have to do something for me,” he said with a shrug. “Spend some time with your mom and me. She’s got a whole list of activities she wants to do while we’re here, and it would be nice if you could be present for them. The rest of the time is yours to do whatever you want, I promise.”

I hesitated. I really really did not want to go snorkeling or whatever dumbass activites Mom had planned, but I couldn’t give up an opportunity to finally get my dad out of the way.

“Fine,” I said finally. “But you better not even look at him.”

Dad smirked, holding out his hand for a shake. “Deal. But don’t forget, we’ve got dinner tonight at 6. I expect you to be there on time.”

I smacked his hand away, laying back on the lounger and pulling my book over my face. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever.”

Surprisingly, I seemed to have won the battle, but I couldn’t escape the feeling that Dad would still win the war. Deals with him always had a way of backfiring.

Once I finished my piña colada, I scanned the crowd to see if I could spot Mateo. Although there were a few different poolside attendants in matching outfits, he was nowhere to be found.

“Excuse me,” I said to the nearest attendant, a young redhead with perky tits and a perkier smile. “Do you know where Mateo is?”

“I think he’s working by the beach,” she said cheerily. “Can I get you anything? Another drink?”

“I thought he worked at the pool?”

Her smile dipped for a moment. “We’re a little short-staffed. Sometimes we fill in for each other during breaks. Would you like a Coca Cola?”

“Sure,” I said. The second she walked away, I grabbed my book and headed for the walkway to the beach.

The beach was lined with a bunch of identical canopies and beach chairs, most of which were occupied. I walked along the pale white sand, scanning the attendants until I spotted Mateo. He was kneeling down to talk to an older woman who was lounging on one of the canopies and fanning herself.

“Don’t you have a portable AC unit or anything?” she snapped.

“I’m sorry, ma’am,” he said politely. “There’s not much we can do about the weather on the beach. But if you’d like to go inside–”

“I want to be outside, I just want it to be cooler. Why can’t you understand that? Are you simple?”

He spotted me and smiled politely. “Of course, ma’am. I’ll see what I can do.”

He walked over to me, far enough away for the woman to be out of earshot. “Can I get you anything, señor? A portable AC unit, perhaps?” he added under his breath.

“She sounds like a real cunt,” I said dryly.

He let out a sigh of frustration. “It’s just par for the course. Another fucking 16-hour shift because some pendejo calls in sick again.” His eyes widened for a moment before he added quickly, “I mean, I aim to please all of our guests.”

“Well then, maybe you could bring me another piña colada?” I said, tossing my book on the nearest lounge chair. “The last one was delicious. I sucked up every last drop.”

He gave me a tight smile. “I’m glad you liked it. I’ll be right back.”

I sat down on the chair, rubbing the sand off my feet. God, I fucking hated the beach. The things we do for love. I pulled my book back out and pretended to read (I swear, I couldn’t even tell you the title of this fucking thing) until he came back a few minutes later, a new piña colada in hand.

“Here you go,” he said quickly. He looked flustered like his attention was elsewhere.

“Thanks.” I put my hand on his arm. “You must work pretty hard, huh? Running around all day, serving demanding guests like me.”

He gave me a small smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “It’s all part of the job.”

“Well, you do it really well.”

“Thanks,” he said, turning to leave.

I frowned, sipping my drink. This was not going according to plan. I needed to step up my game, like Dad had said.

“Actually,” I called out, “could I get some nachos, too? And one of those fruit cups? Oh, and do you have coconut water?”

Mateo let out a small sigh of frustration, pulled out a notepad, and scribbled down my order. “Coming right up.”

I got the sense that I was irritating him, but how was I supposed to flirt if he was wandering around at the beck and call of these ugly tourists? When he brought the food back, I tried asking him about his favorite spots in Cancun, but before I could get the question out he had turned on his heels and was gone.

I watched him flit around the beach, delivering drinks and being berated again by that old cunt on the canopy. What did I have to do to get his attention? Drown myself?

Actually, that wasn’t a bad idea.

I could see the lifeguard stands lining the beach with about 400 yards in between them. The nearest stand was leagues away, which meant the lifeguards would probably be less likely to notice me if I happened to need rescuing from a dashing hero.

I stood, pulled the thong bathing suit out of my butt crack, and stretched dramatically. I took a step toward the water. “Guess I’ll go for a swim,” I said over my shoulder, hoping he was watching.

He wasn’t.

Undeterred, I waded into the ocean. The water was quite warm, crystal-clear, and a little rougher than I was used to in the Outer Banks.

Perfect–it would make my drowning all that more convincing.

I glanced back at the beach. Mateo was talking to that old hag again. I would have to make quite a scene if I wanted him to notice me.

I swam out a little farther, then let out a cry before flailing my arms wildly. “Help! I’m drowning!”

The performance was Oscar-worthy, if I said so myself. It helped that the waves were tossing me left and right, making my splashing that much more convincing. After a few seconds, however, I felt a strange tug around my legs, pulling me backward. For a moment, I thought it was my imagination–perhaps I was too dedicated to my own performance. But the pull grew stronger as the shore retreated farther and farther away.

Okay, time to abort the plan. I tried swimming forward, but the current had other plans. My strokes felt weak and useless as the riptide yanked me out to sea. I couldn’t spot Mateo amongst the crowd anymore and panic began to surge through me as I tried to remember what to do. I wasn’t supposed to fight the riptide, right? But then what–just let it sweep me out to sea? Bob around for a couple of days until I got eaten by sharks like that couple in Open Water? Fuck no.

I swam parallel to the shore, thrashing my little twink arms as much as I could. God, what I wouldn’t give to have actually lifted weights instead of focusing so much on cardio. Vanity would be the death of me.

A whistle blew sharply, cutting through the sound of the crashing waves. Was that someone coming to rescue me? Mateo, was that you?

I swam until I felt the pull of the riptide fade. I didn’t have the strength to swim back to shore, so I used what was left to float on my back, hoping that Mateo would get to me in time to pull off a dashing rescue. When I felt strong hands wrap around me, the remaining strength drained out of me. I fell limp, allowing Mateo to swim me back to shore in those muscular, tanned arms of his. I kept my eyes closed, hoping I could at least get a little mouth-to-mouth action out of this.

I felt myself being carried out of the water and onto the beach. The hushed, worried voices of the crowd were all around me as Mateo laid me down on the sand, his fingers pressing up against my neck to check my pulse.

“Is he breathing?” I heard a woman say.

Then I felt it–those lips pressed up against mine. They were warm and rough, and I could feel his scratchy unshaved face against my soft skin. He was blowing air into my mouth, which felt a little uncomfortable, but I was just happy to have our first kiss. I put my hand against the back of his head and returned the kiss, slipping my tongue into his mouth. God, he tasted good. Like sweet, cool mint and raw, sexual energy.

A cry of relief rang out from the crowd. “He’s okay! Thank God.”

I opened my eyes, a dreamy smile playing out across my face. "Mateo… You saved me."

But when my eyes focused, it wasn’t Mateo.

It was my dad.

He was breathing heavily, a wild mixture of fear and relief in his eyes. “Leo, what the hell were you thinking?”

I sputtered, trying to pull away. “I wasn’t–”

“You’re lucky I saw you,” he snapped. “You could’ve died!”

I saw a small crowd gathered around us. Mateo stood in the background, watching us with concern.

It suddenly occurred to me that I had just made out with my own father. Yuck!

I pushed him away, angry. “What the fuck, Dad? I didn’t need saving!”

He looked at me, bewildered. “What are you talking about? You were drowning!”

“Here, take this.”

I looked up to see Mateo standing over me, holding out a towel. What a gentleman!

“Thank you,” I said weakly. But before I could grab the towel from him, my father had snatched it out of his hands and was wrapping it around my shoulders.

“Ugh, I can do it myself, Dad!”

“Mateo?” Anthony, the chubby manager, rushed over, a cheery smile concealing his thinly veiled rage. “What’s going on with Mrs. Fulcock? She’s very displeased. Very VOCALLY displeased.”

“My son almost drowned,” my father said angrily. “Surely this is more important?”

The manager looked at my father, then me, and turned beet red. “O-of course, sir!”

“He needs water,” said my dad.

Anthony nodded, then hissed at Mateo, “Get. Water. NOW!”

I watched Mateo leave, then turned to my father, fuming. “You ruin everything!” I said as I stormed off.

I spent the rest of the afternoon in the bath, scrubbing the scratchy sand off my body and trying to get rid of the taste of Dad that still clung to my mouth. How dare he interrupt my staged drowning attempt! And to steal my first kiss with Mateo, that was low. I should have known that he wouldn’t respect the deal and stay out of my way. Looks like I was going to have to play dirty.

Dinner was a somber affair. I was livid from this afternoon and my hair still smelled of seawater, which made me gag. Dad was trying to play the peacemaker, which annoyed the shit out of me. The only one who seemed to be having any fun at all was Mom.

“Oh, and the spa!” she gushed. “They have the most amazing masseuses. Their hands are like magic, rubbing and hitting and spanking… you’d think they had an octopus in there!”

I grabbed her Chardonnay and drained it. “Uh-huh.”

“Oh honey,” she said, her voice dripping with tipsiness and concern. She grabbed the bottle of wine and refilled her glass. “I know you must still be shaking from what happened this afternoon. Your father told me all about it. Thank God he was there!”

“Maybe next time you’ll stick to the shallow end, Leo.” Dad chuckled, cutting into his steak. “Save your old man the heart attack.”

I glared at him. “Maybe next time you’ll let me handle things myself.”

Mom sighed. “Can we just have one nice dinner without you two going at it? Please?”

I was about to respond when I spotted Mateo. He was standing at a table across the way, leaning down to place a cocktail in front of some twink. The guy was looking up at him with stars in his eyes, his hand brushing Mateo’s as he took the glass from him. I was too far away to hear them, but I saw Mateo laugh at something the little gayboy said. I waited for him to walk away, but he just stood there chatting.

What the fuck? He wasn’t that flirty with me! And he practically ignored me the whole time I was drowning. One femboy flashes him bottom eyes and all of a sudden he has all the time in the world. What a pig!

“Something wrong?” my mom asked.

I grabbed her glass and drained it again. “Nothing.”

“Well, you won’t have to worry about drowning on the snorkeling trip tomorrow,” said Mom. “We’ll have life preservers and the water is super shallow. Oh, it’ll be gorgeous, we’ll take a boat to this beautiful coral reef and you can see the little fishies and everything.”

“And watch you and Dad get wasted and drown in three feet of water? No thanks,” I said.

Dad frowned at me. “I think what you meant to say is that you’d love to go snorkeling. Isn’t that right, son?”

I kept my gaze locked on the scene across the room. Mateo laughed again, this time placing a hand on the guy’s shoulder as he straightened up.

I sank down in my seat and folded my arms petulantly. “Fine.”

Mom picked up the empty bottle of wine and waved it at a passing waiter. “Can we get another? Hello? Oh, shoot. He didn’t hear me.” She got up and walked toward the bar, stumbling slightly in her heels.

My dad followed my gaze and smirked. “Ah. Mateo, huh?”

I snapped my attention back to my plate. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Dad leaned back, sipping from his beer. “You’ve got to play it cool, son. Can’t let him see you sweat.”

My cheeks burned. I stabbed at a piece of my steak. “I’m not sweating. I know exactly what I’m doing.”

Dad winked at me. “Sure you do.”

I pushed my chair back from the table and stood angrily. “If you could have just stayed out of my way, he’d be balls-deep in me right about now! But no, you had to ruin everything, like you always do.”

Dad shot me a stern look. “Leo, please. This is a family dinner. You promised–”

“I’m not feeling well,” I said. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

I locked myself in my room for the rest of the night, my mind racing with thoughts about how to salvage the week. I needed to find a way to get Mateo before my father got his meddling claws into him. But how?

Upon awakening, it occurred to me–I was coming on WAY too strong. Guys like Mateo weren’t like Kevin or Pastor Carl, they were more mature, more cultured. He needed to be wooed, not bulldozed. As much as I hated to admit it, Dad had a point. I needed to play things cool.

When I went down to the breakfast hall, I saw Mateo sitting at a small table in the corner. He had a half-eaten croissant in front of him and a book in his hands that he appeared to be actually reading. He was also out of uniform, wearing a t-shirt and floral print shorts. Now, the old Leo would have sat down next to him and made a fool out of himself with clumsy flirtations. But the NEW Leo knew better. I filled my plate from the buffet table and sat a few tables down. I still had that book with me (such a good prop, honestly) and pulled it out and pretended to read.

I snuck periodic glances at Mateo, but he seemed seriously engrossed in his book. Hmm. I needed to play hard to get but I still did need him to notice me. I knocked my glass off the table and let it shatter on the ground, spilling orange juice everywhere. I saw Mateo’s head shoot up at the sound.

“Oh, darn it!” I said loudly. I got down on my knees and started to pick up some of the bigger shards of glass.

“Here, let me.” I looked up to see Mateo kneeling beside me, a warm smile on his face.

“You don’t have to do that,” I said demurely. “You’re not working, you should be relaxing.”

“It’s fine. I figure you’ve had enough excitement after yesterday. Wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself.”

I covered my face in mock embarrassment. “Oh gosh. Not only am I a terrible swimmer, but I’m clumsy to boot. How can you bear to be seen with me?”

He laughed. “You don’t strike me as the unconfident type.” He handed me a napkin to mop up the juice while sweeping some of the glass into a pile.

“I will say, it’s not every day I get rescued twice in 24-hours. First the towel, now this… you must have a knack for being in the right place at the right time.”

He chuckled, standing up and brushing his hands off. He leaned in and whispered, “Maybe you have a knack for needing rescuing.”

I giggled. We stood there for a moment, smiling at each other. I could tell the moment was about to pass, so I said quickly, “So, what’s a guy like you do on a morning off?”

“Nothing much. I was just finishing my book.” He gestured toward the table where his croissant and novel waited. “Then I was thinking of heading to the spa.”

“The spa?” I feigned disinterest. “Huh. Must be a nice perk of the job.”

He shrugged. “My buddy works there. He hooks me up on the downlow.”

“Well, I won’t tell.” I lowered my voice to a whisper and added, “I know how to keep a secret.”

He bit back a smile.

“Anyway, thanks for your help. I’ll let you get to the spa,” I grabbed my book, leaving my plate of food uneaten on the table. “I was actually thinking of heading there in a bit, funnily enough. But I’ll wait. I don’t want to cramp your style on your off day.”

I looked away, but out of the corner of my eye I could see him wrestling whether to say something. Finally he scratched the back of his head and said, “Don’t worry about it. We can walk there together if you want.”

My eyes lit up. “Really? You don’t mind?”

He smiled. “It’d be nice to have the company.”

We didn’t hold hands on the walk to the spa, sadly, but I still considered our flirtation to be progressing nicely. When we arrived, the lobby was bustling, with guests milling around in plush robes and only a single receptionist sitting behind the desk looking frazzled. Mateo stepped up to the desk to check in, only to frown as the receptionist looked at him in despair.

“No openings?” I asked when he walked back toward me.

“They’re overbooked and understaffed,” he said with a sigh. “My buddy called out so I couldn’t get a massage even if I wanted to.”

“That’s a shame,” I said, shaking my head. “I know you were looking forward to a good rubdown.”

“I think they’ll be free later in the day if you want to make an appointment–”

“No, don’t worry about it,” I said casually. A sudden thought came into my head and I ran with it. “Hey, you know what? Crazy coincidence, I’m actually in school for massage therapy. What if I gave you a massage?”

He raised an eyebrow.

“I know, I know. Busman’s holiday, am I right? I really just like getting practice wherever I can.”

He hesitated, crossing his arms. “We’re really not supposed to fraternize with the guests.”

“So you guys are allowed to massage me but I can’t massage you? That seems a bit silly. What is this, North Korea?”

He cocked his head. “I mean, where would we even do it?”

I shrugged. “Well, my nice, luxurious hotel room of course. It’s comfortable, private…”

He frowned. “I don’t know, Leo.”

“Oh come on,” I said, flashing what I hoped was a disarming smile. “I swear, I’m a quick learner and I have hands like one of those cats kneading dough. Please, it’s the least I can do after you rescued me this morning.”

He smiled. “You’re persistent, I’ll give you that.”

“Trust me, you’ll be doing me a favor,” I said with a smile. “I need all the feedback I can get.”

He laughed. “Fine. But if you’re terrible, I’m cutting it short.”

“Deal!”

He seemed nervous on the elevator ride up to my room. I’m sure he was worried about his boss spotting us, but we didn’t run into any hotel staff except for one of the cleaning ladies pushing a cart down the hallway. When we got to my suite, I unlocked the door with my key card and gestured him inside.

“Welcome to Spa Leo.”

He rolled his eyes, grinning as he stepped into my room. He looked around the place, soaking in the natural decor.

“Nice room,” he said. “Your parents must really love you.”

“Or they just don’t trust me to stay on my own. Anyway, make yourself comfortable.”

“They’re not… gonna be back soon, are they?” he asked, kicking off his sandals and settling on the couch.

“Nope,” I said, hoping against hope that that was true. “We’ve got the place to ourselves the whole morning.”

He spread his arms out on the couch and looked around. “So, where’s this massage table of yours?”

I swallowed. “Uh…” I thought frantically for a moment about what we could use, then suddenly remembered the pull-out cot in the closet.

“One sec.” I grabbed the cot from the closet and waved him over. “We’re improvising. Follow me!”

We walked into my bedroom, where I set up the cot in the middle of the floor by the bed. “Go ahead and get comfortable.”

He pulled off his t-shirt, revealing a toned, sun-kissed torso that made me start to leak in my shorts. “This okay?”

“Perfect,” I said, my voice cracking. I grabbed a bottle of lotion from the bathroom (not exactly massage oil, but then again, I wasn’t really a masseuse).

He stretched out on the cot, face down, his arms folded under his head. I climbed up beside him, crouching awkwardly on my knees. Should I straddle him? How would a professional do it? Fuck it. I swung my leg to the other side of him so that I was sitting on his back. “Alright, let’s get started,” I said, trying to sound professional.

I squirted a bit of lotion on my hands and spread it around before placing them delicately on his back. His skin was warm beneath my fingertips, smooth but firm over the defined muscles of his shoulders. The curve of his back shifted slowly with every breath, the muscles flexing and relaxing under my touch. A little thrill ran through me as my palms pressed into his skin and I began kneading his shoulders.

“How long have you been in massage school?”

I shifted my body so he couldn’t feel my growing erection and tried to come up with a length of time that sounded realistic but like I wasn’t totally new to this.

“Three years.”

He let out a low sigh as I worked out the knot in one of his shoulders (at least I think it was a knot–it may have been one of his shoulder blades).

“That feels nice.”

Emboldened, I slid further down his back, massaging the many muscles I didn’t know the names of but turned me on anyway. To my surprise, I was actually kind of good at this, at least as far as his reaction was concerned. I pressed my thumbs into his skin, rubbing them in slow, deliberate circles. This was my first time actually getting to appreciate a man’s body up close. With Kevin, I barely got a makeout session in, whereas Brock liked to dump a load in my mouth and then skedaddle. Now I had a semi-naked man underneath me, and I was free to squeeze, rub, and tug to my heart’s content.

He was still wearing those damn shorts, though they were thin cotton, so I was able to feel his ass underneath me. It was round and muscular, and despite being a complete and utter bottom, I was kind of curious about feeling it. I massaged his lower back above his ass cheeks, where a thin layer of hair sat like a masculine tramp stamp.

“Oh, that feels nice,” he moaned, so I leaned into the area with my elbow to get in deeper. My face was only inches from his ass now. I leaned in closer and took a delicate sniff.

Fuck. He smelled good. I don’t know if it was his balls or what, but the masculine musk wafting from his junk made me go to full hardness almost instantly. I slid my fingers down his leg, feeling the soft hairs on his skin as I worked the muscles up and down his thigh.

“Does that feel good?” I asked softly.

He answered me with a moan.

Hardly daring to push things further, I worked on his other leg, getting closer and closer to the leg of his shorts as I worked the muscle. Hesitantly, I slipped my fingers an inch or two inside his inseam, kneading his skin in little circles.

“I could massage your glutes if you wanted,” I said, trying to sound professional.

“Uh, okay,” he said, his voice muffled by the cot.

“You can either remove your shorts or keep them on, it’s up to you,” I said nonchalantly.

He tilted his head and looked at me quizzically.

I smiled. “Trust me, I’ve done this plenty of times. I’m a professional.”

He nodded. “Okay.” He reached back and slowly started to slide his shorts down. I watched in awe, trying not to drool on him. I kept expecting to see the waistband of his underwear pop into view, but as he pulled them down, I was surprised to see he was going commando.

FUCK. YES.

His ass was round and fuzzy, covered in a light down of soft black hair. I had never seen anything so delicious in my life. I almost whimpered as he slid his shorts down past his knees before kicking them off the cot. As he did so, his legs spread just a bit, showing me a peek of his hole and his big, hairy balls.

Holy shit. Was this what my father saw every time he pried a guy open and worked his way inside him? If so, I could understand why people topped. Mateo’s ass was beautiful–strong, slightly furry, so inviting that I wondered if perhaps I had been mistaken about being a bottom after all.

Okay, let’s not be ridiculous. I may appreciate a man’s hairy ass, but only because I’m human.

“Everything okay?”

I realized I had been staring silently at his ass for far too long, so I quickly grabbed his cheeks and started kneading them. “Just getting some more lotion.”

His ass felt so good in my hands–firm, fuzzy, juicy. As I squeezed his cheeks, rolling my thumbs in a circle, they spread slightly to reveal his hole again. It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen, almost hypnotic the way it appeared and disappeared with the motion of my hands. I felt it drawing me in, beckoning to me.

Come closer, Leo. Look at me. Smell me. Taste me.

I was powerless to it. I leaned in closer, my nose so close it was almost touching it. I breathed in deeply, his scent nearly knocking me flat on my feet. Fuck, I wanted to taste him. What was happening to me? Was I becoming my father? That would be insane. Yet here was his hole, so warm and puckered and…tempting.

My mouth opened and my tongue was out before I could stop myself. But just as I was about to reach out and take a lick, I saw something that took my breath away.

It was just laying there against the cot, the extra ring of skin stretched tightly around the head. The tip oozed with a little bit of clear liquid, leaving a small dark spot on the cot underneath it. Mateo’s cock was rock hard, pressed tightly against the bed as it poked out from behind his saggy ballsack.

That was all the encouragement I needed. I closed my eyes and plunged off the deep end, burying my tongue as deeply in Mateo’s ass as I possibly could.

“Jesus FUCKING Christ!” he exclaimed, his head shooting up off the bed. He looked back at me, eyes wide as I munched the fuck out of those cheeks.

He tasted even better than he smelled, if that was possible. We locked eyes as I rolled my tongue around the outside of his hole, burrowing deeper and deeper inward. His brow furrowed in a kind of desperate surrender, his eyes rolling back slightly as he pressed his face back into the mat.

“Ugh… cómete ese culo…”

He pushed his ass backward, lifting it off the mat and sending his balls swinging back against my chin. I grabbed his left ass cheek with one hand and spread it wide, using my other hand to grip his cock and start pumping it. His cock wasn’t the longest I’d ever seen, but it was thick and felt amazing in my hand. I curled my tongue inside him, lapping up his asshole as I stroked his heavy cock. Dangling balls thrust into my chin again and again. Low, needy moans begged for more.

Fuck, this was incredible. I got plenty of practice sucking cock with Brock, but ass eating was something else entirely. In a matter of seconds, I’d reduced this hunky, masculine stud into a whimpering mess with nothing but my tongue and a couple of quick strokes. There was power in this, more so than with dick sucking.

I pulled my tongue out of Mateo’s asshole and buried my nose into his hole, lapping up the underside of his balls with my tongue.

“Joder… don’t stop!” he cried.

I jerked his cock even faster, drunk on my newfound power. I knew that the end goal was to get fucked, and I was still planning on turning him over and sitting on his cock, but I couldn’t pull myself away from his ass. It was so yummy, so wet, so fucking delicious that I had to taste it just a little more.

Mateo’s legs started to shake as he whimpered, “I’m gonna… I’m gonna…”

There was a loud bang as the door burst open and a deep, booming voice called, “Who’s ready for snorkeling!”

I pulled my face out of Mateo’s ass and was greeted by the sight of my father standing at the door. His face was stretched in a big, beaming smile which quickly dropped as his eyes landed on Mateo.

“Oh, fuck!” Mateo groaned. I felt his cock pulse in my hand, then the first splash of cum shot out of his cock. We all watched in silence as jets of cum streaked out and soaked the cot. It may have been the embarrassment of it all, but it felt like it went on forever, just an endless ocean of cum firing out of Mateo’s cock and covering the cot in a sticky mess of fluids.

“Leo? I hope you’ve packed your fins!”

The sound of my mother’s voice in the other room snapped us all back to attention. My father and I locked eyes, then he quickly shut the door behind him.

“Be out in a minute, hon!”

“What the fuck are you doing here?” I hissed, Mateo’s deflating cock still gripped tightly in my hand.

“We have to leave for snorkeling in ten minutes. I told you about this yesterday!”

Mateo scrambled off the cot and grabbed his shorts off the floor, pulling them on so fast he almost fell over. “I gotta get out of here.”

I glared at my father. “You said that wasn’t until noon.”

“It’s 11:45!”

Fuck. That’s what I get for sleeping in so late.

Mateo threw his t-shirt back on, then slid past my father to the door. He opened it to reveal my mother, who was wearing a big floppy sun hat with her nose covered in suntan lotion.

“Oh! Hello,” she said, surprised.

Mateo’s face turned beet red. “Hi. Uh… just… delivering towels.”

He slipped past her and fled our hotel room as fast as he could.

She watched him go, then turned back to us and let out a little chuckle. “I am telling you, the level of service here is incredible. Five stars, really!”

She eyed the cot, then narrowed her eyes in confusion. “What’s that doing out?”

I threw myself back on it, covering the streaks of Mateo’s cum with my body. “Just thought I’d try it out, see if it’s more comfortable than the bed.”

She shook her head. “Really, Leo. It's a luxury resort and you think the cot’s more comfortable than the bed? I swear, sometimes I don’t know where your head’s at.”

She turned to leave, calling back, “I’ll see you boys downstairs! I’m gonna grab a bottle of wine for the boat ride.”

Once she’d left, Dad turned back to me. “Well, I have to admit, I didn’t think you’d do it.”

I pulled off my cum-soaked shirt and rifled through my dresser for a tank-top. “If you hadn’t scared him off, maybe I would have sealed the deal.”

He smirked. “If he’s that skittish, maybe he’s not the guy for you.”

“That’s not your call to make!”

He crossed his arms and sighed. “Leo, come on. You promised you’d be present for this trip. Your mother is really looking forward to snorkeling. Will you please check the attitude and be a good sport? For her sake?”

I grabbed a bright pink thong swimsuit out of my dresser and thrust it closed. “Fine. But for Mom, not for you.”

His face faltered for a moment, a flicker of hurt that quickly disappeared with a huff and a nod. “See you downstairs.”

The snorkeling boat was crowded, packed with ugly, fat tourists in brightly colored swimsuits. I watched a hideous child in water wings bounce around on its mother’s lap, giggling as she stared at it lovingly. Mom, of course, was in her element, a glass of wine in her hand as she peppered the captain with questions about the reef where we would be snorkeling. Dad pulled off his shirt and leaned back against the railing of the boat, his eyes closed as he soaked in the sun.

I sat slouched in a corner of the boat, sulking. I couldn’t believe I’d come so close to getting fucked, AGAIN, only to have the rug pulled out from underneath me. As I watched Dad standing there, my mind swirling with resentful thoughts. He had everything–he was beefy, muscular, masculine. Even his big belly didn’t make him any less attractive. It’s not as if he ever had to worry about getting laid. He’d probably lost his virginity way before I had. People threw themselves at him all the time. Even that mother with the hideous baby was shooting him looks every few seconds, her unsuspecting husband obliviously rifling through a snorkeling guide on the bench beside her.

Dad opened his eyes, saw me staring, and smiled at me. I turned my head, angry that he caught me looking. I didn’t even want to give him the satisfaction of my attention.

The boat began to move, the engine roaring as it cut through the waves. I stared at the ocean, the sunlight glinting off the water, wishing I could be anywhere else.

The resort began to recede in the background as we pushed off from the dock. I stared sadly at it, wishing I could just have a few hours of uninterrupted time with Mateo. If I could just get him alone without my dad hanging around…

An idea began to form in my mind–terrible and impulsive. I couldn’t, could I? I looked back at my dad, whose eyes were closed again. Mom was still talking to the captain, her back turned to me. The rest of the crew was distracted, busy helping tourists with their snorkel gear. No one was paying attention to me.

This was my chance.

I stood, making my way to the edge of the boat. The water looked inviting, shimmering under the midday sun. I looked back at the dock, which was only a few yards away but growing further with every second. It was now or never.

“Leo, what are you doing?” Dad’s voice rang out behind me, but I didn’t look back.

I jumped.

The water was fucking cold, but I surfaced quickly, gasping for air. The boat chugged away, the sound of the engine growing fainter as it moved further out to sea.

“LEO!” Dad’s voice was furious now, carried by the wind.

I looked back to see him leaning over the railing, staring at me. Then I began to swim, my heart racing in my chest. Could I actually pull this off? He wouldn’t come after me, right? The boat was too far away now, he’d never make it if he tried to swim. I pushed onward, swimming as fast as I could back to the pier. I reached it after a few minutes, pulling myself back up the ladder and onto the dry wood. I lay there for a moment, breathing heavily, then slowly sat up as I looked out at the ocean.

The boat was tiny now, disappearing into the distance. I squinted, grinning as I realized the boat was still moving away from the shore.

This was my chance! I had a couple of hours with no father to cockblock me. All I had to do was track down Mateo and finish what we started.

I hurried back to the resort, speed-walking as I kept my eyes out for the sexy pool boy. I knew he’d said today was his day off, so I just had to hope that he hadn’t gone home yet. I wandered the resort grounds, looking for that distinctive smile and those floral shorts, but couldn’t see him anywhere.

Frustrated, I stopped by the front desk, where that chubby manager was quietly berating the concierge. “Excuse me. Do you know if Mateo is still here?”

He turned to face me, his look of annoyance turning into fake cheeriness. “Good afternoon! Mateo is off today, but I would be more than happy to–”

“Yeah, I know he’s off,” I said irritably. “But he was around earlier. I was just wondering if he’d left.”

Anthony’s smile faltered. “As I said, I would be happy to help you with whatever–”

“LEO!”

A shiver went through me as the sound of my dad’s booming voice reverberated throughout the front hall. I turned to see him striding toward me, dripping water all over the polished linoleum. He still had the life preserver around his waist, squeezed so tightly against his stomach that it was a surprise he managed to fit it around him at all.

I froze, not knowing what to do, when out of the corner of my eye I saw a flash of floral. I jerked my head around to see Mateo at the end of the hall, his hand hovering over the button to the elevator. I looked back at my dad, who had nearly halved the distance between us in the short time since he called my name.

“Good afternoon, sir!” the manager called out to my father as he walked toward him. “Can I get you a towel?”

I took that moment and made a break for it. I ran as fast as I could toward the elevator, ignoring my father’s angry voice calling after me. I got to the elevator just as the doors opened and Mateo stepped inside.

“Hey!” I said casually, my voice completely out of breath. “Fancy… seeing you… here.”

Mateo raised an eyebrow. “Leo? What are you–”

“Leo Wyte! Don’t you dare get in that elevator!”

I jumped in the elevator and jabbed the door close button as fast as I could. Mateo watched me in confusion as the doors shut just a second before my father could stop it.

“Well, that was awkward earlier, huh?” I said, wincing.

“Listen, Leo.” Mateo lifted his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose. “I don’t wanna give you the wrong idea.”

“Wrong idea? What wrong idea?”

He sighed. “I think you’re cute and all, but this isn’t gonna happen.”

I frowned. “What the fuck’s that supposed to mean?”

He gestured toward the doors. “If my boss finds out I’ve been fraternizing with a guest, I’ll get fired. And besides, your dad is probably running up the stairs right now to come find you.”

I reached out my fist and jabbed the red emergency stop button. The elevator came to a sudden, jerky, halt.

Mateo looked at me like I was nuts. “What the fuck?”

“There.” I foldied my arms. “Now we have all the time in the world.”

“Leo,” said Mateo, his breathing growing fast and heavy. “What did you do?”

I rolled my eyes. “Don’t worry. I just wanted to give us some privacy.” I put my arms around his neck and smiled sweetly. “I only need a few minutes, promise.”

Mateo unhooked my arms and pointed at the control panel. “Turn it back on. Now.”

I scoffed. “Oh come on–”

“Now!” he snapped.

I glared at him. “Fine. God forbid a girl try to have some fun on vacation.”

I pressed the button again. Nothing happened.

“What’s going on?” Mateo asked, his voice strangely high.

I frowned. “I don’t know…” I pressed the button again, but still nothing happened. “Are you supposed to pull it out or something–”

“No, you just push it,” Mateo said quickly. He pushed me aside and jabbed at the button, but the elevator remained stuck. He hit every button on the wall, but still nothing happened.

“Oh fuck. Maldito idiota!” He sat with his back against the wall, his face in his hands as he rocked slowly back and forth.

I stared at him with a raised eyebrow. “Okay, don’t know what that means, but it did not sound very kind. What’s your deal? The elevator is just stuck. I’m sure it’ll be fixed any minute now.”

He shook his head. “No, it won’t. This thing is a piece of shit. Last time it broke down it took hours to fix. Fuck, the one time I decide to get on this goddamn elevator it breaks down. Shit!”

I squinted at him. “Are you… afraid of elevators or something?”

His breathing grew more erratic as he rocked back and forth. “I don’t do good in small spaces.”

I winced. “Ah. Whoops.” I sat down next to him and put my hand on his back. “There, there,” I said weakly.

He put his face in his hands again and started whimpering.

Before I could think of anything else to say, a muffled voice rang out from above.

“Leo?”

My stomach dropped. Of course it would be him.

My father’s voice carried down into the elevator shaft. “Leo? Are you in there? What’s going on?”

I got to my feet, jamming the close door button even though they were firmly shut and we were hopelessly trapped. “No! Nothing’s happening! We’re fine!”

The elevator made a groaning sound. Mateo let out a small yelp.

“Leo, Anthony’s here with me. Hold tight–we’re going to get you out.”

Mateo bolted upright. “Oh, thank God. We’re in here! Help us!”

That was a little dramatic for my tastes, but whatever. I sat down in the corner, pouting, as the elevator rang with heavy bangs and the sound of a mechanical creak. Finally the doors began to slowly slide open. As the gap widened, I could see we were stuck between floors. My father and the resort manager were crouched on the upper level, peering in on us.

“Leo,” my father said sternly. “What did you do?”

“What makes you think I did anything?”

“He broke the elevator!” Mateo called out.

I shot him a glare. Fucking narc.

“Just come on,” said my father. He reached his big, burly arm through the gap and extended his hand toward me. “I’ll pull you out first.”

I bristled. “I’m fine. Get HIM out!” I gestured at Mateo, who was clinging to the wall of the elevator as though he might fly away.

Mateo shook his head. “No. No, I can’t–I can’t climb through there.”

“You’re fine,” my dad said soothingly. “Just take my hand, I’ll help you.”

The color drained from Mateo’s face. “I can’t… what if it moves again and chops me in half, like in that movie!”

I rolled my eyes and grabbed my dad’s hand. “Fine. I’ll go first and show you how easy it is.”

I braced my feet against the wall, awkwardly scrambling up as my father pulled me through the small gap. It wasn’t pretty, and I’m pretty sure Mateo got a front row seat to my ass crack, but finally I scrambled through onto the flat surface of the second floor.

Dad took me in his arms and squeezed the life out of me. “Don’t you ever do that again!” His voice was gruff, but his hands were gentle as he softly stroked my hair.

I pushed him away and gestured to the elevator. “I’m fine. Go get him out, he’s the little pussy that can’t handle closed spaces.”

Dad crouched down and leaned through the gap again. “Take my hand, Mateo.”

I heard Mateo’s voice, weak and shrill. “No, I can’t!”

Before I knew what was happening, my father had squeezed through the gap and lowered himself into the elevator.

“Dad, what are you doing?” I peered through the gap and hissed, “Just get him out, you don’t need to–”

Suddenly the elevator groaned ominously, and with a jolt, dropped a few feet. I blinked in surprise as my father and Mateo disappeared from view.

For a moment, I had the terrifying thought that something may have happened to my father and Mateo, something that was entirely my fault. But as I peered through the gap in the doors, I could see the top of the elevator had stopped just a few inches below us.

“Dad! Dad, can you hear me?”

I pressed my ear against the opening to the elevator shaft, but couldn’t hear any response.

“What the fuck?” I said, turning to the resort manager.

He looked at me apologetically. “So sorry about all this. Uh… I’m sure they’re fine.”

“What the hell kind of shitty elevator system do you people have going on here?” I said angrily.

He swallowed. “The technician is on his way. He’ll be able to get it fixed in no time.”

“How do we know they’re okay in there?”

He pointed back toward the stairwell. “There’s a security camera system in my office. We can watch from there.”

I followed him to his office, a mix of guilt and anger swirling in my stomach. Why was it that every one of my plans was a bust? And of course Dad would come out of this looking like a hero, AGAIN. But if I was being honest (which I rarely am), I was riddled with anxiety. What if something happened to my dad? As much as he annoyed me sometimes, it would fucking kill me if he got hurt because of me.

Naturally, I don’t like to embrace thoughts like that, so I shook it off and soldiered on with brave petulance. The control room was lined with computers showing security feeds of various parts of the hotel. Anthony pressed a few buttons and one of the monitors lit up. The screen showed a grainy black-and-white view of the inside of the elevator.

I leaned forward, squinting to see my dad crouched beside Mateo. Mateo was on the floor again, knees pulled to his chest, breathing hard.

“What’s he doing?” I muttered. “Can you turn the sound on?” I asked the manager.

He pressed another button and audio from the elevator started pouring out through the speakers.

“Breathe with me,” my father said, his deep voice sounding scratchy through the low-quality speakers.

“Can we talk to them?” I asked.

Anthony gave me an awkward grimace. “The intercom system is kind of sketchy. I’ve been meaning to get it replaced, but–”

“I don’t think I can do this.” Mateo’s voice rang out through the speakers. I turned to see him shaking his head, then my father putting his hands on his shoulders.

“With me,” he said gently. “In for four seconds… that’s it… then out for four seconds… good.”

Mateo looked up at my dad, his lip trembling. “I’m so fucking scared.”

Dad put his hand on his cheek and stroked it softly. “I know. I’m here.”

Mateo grabbed his hand and held it tightly against his face. With his other hand, my father reached up and gently stroked Mateo’s hair.

“No,” I whispered, my stomach curling in a knot. “No, no, no–”

“Hey,” said my dad. “Look at me. Just for a second.”

Mateo looked up at my dad, his eyes wide.

“You ever been on a boat in rough water? You know, where it’s rocking back and forth, and you can’t do a damn thing about it?”

Mateo nodded. “Yeah, I guess.”

Dad smiled. “I used to be terrified of sailing. So seasick I’d puke before we even pushed off from the harbor. But I found a trick to help me get through it. You know what that is?”

Mateo shook his head.

Dad smiled a little. “I find something steady and focus on it. The horizon, a handrail… or someone’s face. I just stare at it and tune everything else out.”

He looked around the tiny elevator and grinned. “There’s not a lot of options in here, but you pick.” He winked. “I think I’ve got a pretty steady face, don’t you?”

Mateo managed a faint, shaky laugh. “That’s the worst advice I’ve ever heard.”

“I’m here all week,” my dad said with a grin. “Now come on–just keep your eyes on me and breathe with me. That’s it.”

Mateo took several deep breaths, his eyes locked on my father’s. Anthony and I watched in awkward silence. I got the sense that we were both curious as to what would happen next.

After a moment, Dad let out a chuckle.

“What’s so funny?” Mateo asked, his voice a bit lighter than before.

“Nothing, I just… I guess I can see why my son is so interested in you.”

My face grew red, as I’m sure Mateo’s did as well. Of fucking course.

“That’s sweet,” he said quietly.

“Seriously,” my dad said, his eyes still trained on Mateo’s. “If I was his age, I’d probably be making moves on you as well.”

Mateo laughed, his body relaxing slightly. “You… you would?”

Dad grinned. “Hell yeah. And I wouldn’t need to trap you in an elevator, either.”

Wow, thanks a fucking lot!

“What… I mean, what would you have done?” Mateo was looking shyly up at my father now.

Dad licked his lips. “Well, let’s see. I’d probably start simple. Compliment your smile, for example. Not too much, but just enough to let you know I noticed.”

Mateo grinned. “My smile? That’s a little basic, don’t you think?”

“Well, you do have a killer smile,” my dad said, his voice low and teasing. “Then I’d try to make you laugh.”

“Oh yeah? How?”

“Mm, something like, ‘Are all the employees as easy on the eyes as you, or do they pay you extra for that?’”

Mateo let out a loud laugh. “Okay, that’s really dumb.”

Dad winked. “Got you laughing, didn’t it?”

I turned to the manager. “When is this fucking technician arriving?”

He grimaced again. “He should be here any minute.”

“What next?” The sound of Mateo’s voice turned our attention back to the screen.

“I’d probably ask you questions about yourself.”

“Like what?”

“Hmmm… like what do you like to do outside of work? What time do you get off? Do you like it gentle or rough?”

Even through the grainy monitor, I could see the energy in the elevator shifting. Mateo’s eyes were locked on my father, and there was a hunger in there that sadly I had never seen before. Before anything could happen, however, the elevator jolted slightly and Mateo gripped my father’s arm tightly.

“Keep looking at me,” my father said, his voice strong and commanding. “Don’t lose focus. Just breathe.”

They breathed together for a few seconds, Mateo’s eyes wide with fright. Their faces were close now–closer than before. I watched in annoyance as my father leaned in and pressed a soft, reassuring kiss to Mateo’s forehead.

“I’ve got you,” he whispered.

My stomach dropped as I saw Mateo’s head tilt upwards, his lips meeting my father’s in a desperate kiss.

“You’ve GOT to be kidding me!” I cried out.

Anthony looked over at me, bewildered. “What–”

“You better go find that fucking technician RIGHT NOW!” I snapped.

He nodded, then scurried away.

I turned back to the screen to see my father and Mateo kissing passionately, the sloppy sounds of their kisses coming out of the speaker as if I was right there in the room. My father was gripping the sides of Mateo’s face, pulling him in as their tongues battled hungrily. The younger man’s hands rested against my father’s beefy chest, his body limp as a rag doll as my father devoured him.

My dad grabbed the hem of Mateo’s shirt and started pulling it slowly up, revealing the tanned skin of his torso and his light brown nipples. He yanked the shirt off over the boy’s head, then pulled off his own shirt, tossing both onto the floor beside them. Mateo put his hands on my father’s chest again, running his fingers through the forest of hair that covered him. He leaned in and took one of my father’s nipples in his mouth, licking it hungrily.

Dad leaned back and sighed, his eyes closed as he enjoyed the feeling of Mateo’s mouth. Despite my annoyance at the situation, I could feel my dick getting hard. With the manager gone, I was alone in the control room, so I pulled my cock out of my bathing suit and started to stroke it. I watched as Dad ran his fingers through the man’s hair, then gripped it tightly as he yanked his head back and dove in for another kiss.

Dad got to his feet, pulling Mateo up with him and pushing the younger man up against the elevator wall. He slipped his hands underneath Mateo’s shorts, squeezing his cheeks (those cheeks I knew so well!) as he kissed the younger man’s neck. Mateo whimpered in my father’s arms, holding the back of his head as my Dad hungrily sucked and kissed his neck.

“Oh, Jud,” he moaned. “That feels so good…”

He let out a little cry. From the motion of Dad’s arm, I assumed my father had slipped his finger inside Mateo’s hole and was now stretching him open in preparation for his cock. Mateo’s eyes fluttered as he succumbed to my Dad’s probing fingers.

Dad pulled back and the look in his eyes was feral. “Turn around. I need to taste you.”

Mateo pressed his face against the wall, whimpering as my father got to his knees and slowly lowered his floral shorts. Those round, fuzzy globes slowly peeked back into view for a moment before my father blocked it, planting little kisses on Mateo’s cheeks. He pulled the shorts down to Mateo’s ankles then, with the rough movements of a tradesman, spread his cheeks wide. From this angle, I couldn’t see Mateo’s asshole, but the gasp my father let out reminded me of my own awe at seeing it for the first time.

“You’re fucking beautiful,” my dad murmured, then dove into Mateo’s ass with the ferocity of a wild animal.

Mateo’s fingers curled against the wall, his body shaking as my dad ate his hole. His eyes rolled in the back of his head, and his body slumped slightly as the pleasure became too much for him to handle. Sounds of slurping and grunting blasted through the speaker, punctuated every once in a while by a wail from Mateo or a “Fuck, that’s good pussy,” from my father.

After a few minutes of chowing down, my dad pulled his face away for a moment to give Mateo a sharp spank. “Does that feel good?” he asked.

Mateo moaned weakly. “Yes.”

Dad’s face stretched in an evil grin. He gave Mateo’s pussy a lick and said, “Even better than my son?”

My face burned as Mateo nodded and said, “Oh, God yes!”

To my surprise, that made me even harder than before. Humiliated, my cock was leaking like crazy as I stroked it faster.

Dad got to his feet, his left hand still holding Mateo’s ass cheeks apart. “Are you ready to feel me inside you?”

“Yes,” Mateo said with a whimper.

“So tell me,” Dad said as he undid the drawstring to his bathing suit and let it fall to the ground. “Which is it? Gentle? Or rough?”

Mateo’s legs were shaking as he saw my father’s thick, engorged cock pointed right at him. “I… I…”

Dad smirked as he pressed the head of his cock against Mateo’s hole. “Don’t worry. I know exactly what you want.”

“Don’t do it, Mateo!” I shouted at the screen. “Don’t let him put his big, dumb dick inside you!”

Of course, neither of them could hear me. I watched helplessly as my father spit in his hand, gave it a quick swirl around his dick, then plunged balls-deep into Mateo in one fell swoop. Even MY asshole puckered watching that! But instead of screaming bloody murder like I would have, Mateo let out a cry of pleasure, pushed his ass back, and surrendered to my father’s thrusts. Even through the screen I could see the look of stupid joy on his face as Dad pummeled his asshole. It was a look I had seen several times before now, and I was starting to believe every man who took my father inside him felt the same blinding, mind-numbing ecstasy.

Dad had one hand on Mateo’s shoulder and the other on his waist, holding him steady as he penetrated him with short, firm strokes. His face was hard with determination, his jaw rigid as he thrust his hips forward and up.

A sudden thrust made Mateo’s eyes grow wide. “Oh… oh, fuck!” he cried.

Dad grinned. “Found it. Always had a knack for finding a boy’s button.”

He started fucking faster now, attacking Mateo’s prostate with the smug confidence only an older, experienced top could have. Mateo’s face was pressed against the wall, his legs shaking as he did everything he could to keep his ass in just the right place for my father’s penetrations. I watched them for a minute, captivated by the sounds of groaning, whimpering, and flesh smacking against flesh that came out of the speaker.

Finally the exertion of getting his pussy railed by my dad proved too much for Mateo and his legs gave out, sending him tumbling to the floor. My father, ever the champ, kept a firm grip on the boy’s waist, his cock remaining firmly lodged inside him. He was on top of him now, his weight crushing the younger man into the elevator’s carpet as he continued humping him. Mateo’s hand reached back and gripped my father’s ass cheek, squeezing his flesh as if holding on for dear life.

Dad leaned in and nibbled on Mateo’s ear. “You’re so fucking tight,” he said in between grunts. “Warm… wet… just like I thought you’d be…”

“Oh…” Mateo moaned weakly.

“I’ve wanted to feel you wrapped around my dick since I saw you with my son by the pool.”

“Mmm… oh, señor, that feels so good…”

“Push back into me… that’s it…”

Mateo’s ass was lifted off the ground now, his back arched to allow my father deeper access into his rectum. His hand was between his legs, weakly jerking himself off as Dad heaved against him.

“Fuck, boy,” Dad groaned. “You’re gonna make me cum.”

“Sí,” Mateo moaned. “I want it.”

“Where?”

“Inside…”

Dad pulled out, his cock wet with Mateo’s juices. “Then I wanna look in your eyes as I seed you.”

He grabbed Mateo’s waist, flipped him over, and sank back into him in one quick stroke. He held the back of Mateo’s head, their eyes locked as he worked back up to his orgasm. Little drops of sweat fell from his forehead onto Mateo’s, but the pool boy never looked away. I had never seen this kind of connection between two people before, this unspoken communication. Strangely, I found myself feeling jealous of Mateo. Who was he to share this connection with my dad? I was his son, I was the one who should be bonding with him, not this stranger we only met yesterday.

I mean, not that I wanted to have sex with him, of course. I was just jealous of their closeness, that’s all.

A sudden groaning sound from the elevator snapped Mateo out of his lustful haze. His eyes darted left and right, but my father held him tighter and said, “Don’t look away. Keep looking at me. That’s it. I’ve got you. Daddy’s got you. I’m almost there. I can’t wait to cum in you, boy.”

I was on the edge of my seat when the sound of the door to the control room being opened nearly gave me a heart attack.

“The technician is here!” said the manager. “He’s downstairs in the maintenance room fixing it right now. If you’ll come with me…”

Reluctantly, I pried myself away from the screen. I tucked my cock into the waistband of my speedos, holding my hands over it to block my obvious erection. I followed the manager down the stairs and into some back room full of control boxes and electrical wiring.

A man in a sweaty gray jumpsuit stood in front of a large metal control panel, tinkering away at the wires spilling out in every direction.

“How much longer?” The manager asked, his voice sharp with impatience.

“Almost there,” the technician said without looking up. “System’s resetting now. Should have the car moving in a minute.”

“Again, so sorry about this,” the manager said to me. “We will absolutely offer you a 10% refund on your stay–”

“Got it!” The technician closed the cabinet and looked triumphantly at the manager. “Doors should open as soon as the car levels with the floor.”

The manager nodded briskly and gestured for me to follow him out of the room. We hurried up the stairs and down the hallway to the elevator, where the doors were just beginning to creak open.

“Sir, I am so, so sorr–”

The manager’s words were cut short by the sight that greeted us within the elevator. My father’s naked, sweaty, hairy body enveloped Mateo’s smaller frame, his arms wrapped tightly around the younger man. His eyes were shut, his face stretched tight in intense concentration as he cried out, “Fuck… here it comes!”

The manager and I watched in frozen shock as my dad’s body jerked several times, his cock undoubtedly spewing his seed deep, deep inside Mateo’s guts. Mateo’s face was buried against my father’s chest, so I couldn’t see his reaction, but from the way he held my father’s ass cheeks for dear life, it was clear he was doing just fine.

Dad’s breathing grew slower as his orgasm drew to a close, and he leaned his sweaty forehead against Mateo’s shoulder and let out a laugh. “Fuck, you know how to deliver five-star service.”

I cleared my throat, at which point my father looked up and saw us standing there.

“Oh, hey kiddo,” he said casually. “Glad to see you made it.”

“So much for keeping your distance,” I muttered, glowering.

“What on Earth is going on here, Mateo?” said Anthony.

Mateo lifted his head from my father’s chest and looked at me, then the manager. The sight of Anthony frowning down at him made him bolt upright. “Uh… it’s not what it looks like!”

The manager scoffed. “Gentleman, I think we should continue this conversation elsewhere. Mateo, put your clothes on and see me in my office. I think it’s time we reconsider your future here at the Paradisus.”

Mateo grabbed his clothes and started dressing sheepishly. Dad got to his feet, his cock still slightly engorged, and walked over to the manager.

“Oh, come now, Anthony. It’s all just a big misunderstanding,” he said, clapping him on the shoulder with a big, sweaty hand.

Anthony gazed down at my father’s swinging cock, swallowed, and shook his head. “I’m terribly sorry for your experience. But this is not the kind of behavior I can condone from my employees.”

Dad put his arm around him and pulled him off to the side. I couldn’t hear what they were saying, but I saw the manager slowly grow less tense and more relaxed. Dad leaned in his ear and whispered something that made him giggle, and he nodded. Dad then walked over to Mateo, who had gotten dressed now, and gave him a pat on the cheek.

“Don’t worry, kid. It’s all settled. Sorry about all this mess, though if there’s anyone I’d like to be stuck in an elevator with, it’s you.”

Mateo blushed. “Gracias. Thank you for… helping me through it.” He shot me a look of embarrassment, then pushed past me and disappeared down the hallway.

“I hope you’re happy,” I said, folding my arms and trying to look disapproving.

Dad gave a short laugh as he grabbed his bathing suit and pulled it back over his thick, meaty thighs. “You broke the deal when you bailed on the snorkeling trip, son,” he said, tucking his spent cock back into his bathing suit.

I was about to argue when a loud voice shouted out from behind us, “THERE you guys are!”

My mother bounded toward us, her skin flushed from the sun.

“Ugh, you both missed an AMAZING snorkeling trip. The reef was so beautiful! We got to see all the beautiful fishies, and the vegetation… Oh, honey, you’re all wet,” she said to my dad, who was still sweaty from fucking Mateo. She turned to me and raised an eyebrow. “Now I’m gonna need some kind of an explanation, Leo. I want to know what the hell that stunt was, jumping off the boat. And your father running after you, you could have drowned again!”

Before I could answer, Dad put his arm around me and chuckled. “I think our brave adventurer here got cold feet about going out into the open ocean. But it’s all good. We had plenty of fun hanging out by the pool.”

Mom smiled and put her hand on her heart. “Oh, boys. It’s just nice to finally see you two bonding.” She reached over and pressed the button for the elevator, which popped open. “Now, if you don’t mind, I’m gonna go have a shower. Oh, Christ it reeks in here.”

As the doors closed behind her, Dad leaned in and put his arm around me. “What do you say we call it even, son?”

I rolled my eyes. “Even, huh?”

He grinned. “At the very least, just don’t tell your mother.”