AUTHOR'S NOTE
This story was written for entry into the 2021 Summer Lovin contest.
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INTRODUCTION
Let me begin by introducing myself. My name is Mark Elwood and I'm a 1st year grad. student at Tulane Univ. in New Orleans. I'm 21 and slim with dark brown hair and a pale complexion partially because of my British heritage and also since I don't spend a lot of time in the sun. I do make it a point to exercise in the school gym almost every day and swim laps at least twice a week, so I think I'm in excellent shape. I grew up in California but stayed closeted (and a virgin) until I came to New Orleans where I came out to a few people and lost my virginity(!).
Several months ago I met my boyfriend, Ryan, at a party hosted by some mutual friends. Ryan's 19, a student at the University of Virginia (UVA), and the shortstop on the UVA men's baseball team. I only see him when he comes home for a weekend or holidays, but when he does come home we have a great time together. Ryan comes from a wealthy and socially prominent New Orleans family, all of which Ryan says are hyper-active sexually. His parents are actually swingers, often hosting parties at their New Orleans mansion. Ryan himself is bi-sexual, but confines his gay activities to New Orleans, whereas at UVA he's totally straight. While we're both versatile, he's mostly a top and I'm more of a bottom, so we fit well together. When I've spent weekends at his house, we always sleep together.
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Ryan recently finished his freshman year at UVA and has returned to New Orleans for the summer, so I wasn't terribly surprised to answer the phone and find Ryan on the other end.
"Hey, Mark, how's it going?"
"Great! I'm really looking forward to being done with classes and having more freedom for awhile. How about you?"
"Same here, although of course I'm already done with classes for this year. I feel sorry for you!" he chuckled. "Anyhow, the reason I'm calling is that my father just told me he wants you to come over here for dinner this Friday. He said he had a surprise for us. -- and of course - you can stay over till Sunday if you want - and we could have some fun!"
"Sounds great to me! I could use some 'fun', as you put it, after the last few weeks! You have any idea about what's it about -- and are you sure he said 'us'?
"No, to the first question -- and yes, to the second, he said 'us', so I guess you're somehow involved. Father likes to spring surprises on people and I have no idea what he's thinking now -- but from little I could tell, my mother knows what it is, but she's not talking. Anyhow, be here around six. Casual dress, so come as you are."
So on Friday, I took a shower and dressed in slacks and a button-down shirt. My usual dress of a t-shirt and jeans just wouldn't be right for a dinner with Ryan's family. I packed a bag because I was sure I'd spend the weekend with Ryan. A little after 5 pm, I took the street car down St. Charles to Third St. and then walked the 4 blocks to their place.
When I got there, I rang the bell on their gate and was let in. Alfred, their English butler and Mr. Boudreau's handsome valet, had opened the door and gave me a warm hug as I entered. "It's good to see you again, master Mark. Will you be staying for the weekend as usual?"
"Probably Alfred. You're looking good. Hope you're doing alright."
"Yes, I am, thanks for asking. I expect master Ryan is waiting for you upstairs, so go right up."
Upstairs, Ryan's door was closed, but I just opened it and went in. Ryan had just gotten out of the shower and was drying off. God, how I loved seeing his naked body!
"You're a little early."
"Is that a problem?" I made a motion for him to come closer. When he got close enough, I raised his limp cock to my mouth and licked the head.
Ryan groaned. "God that's good, but cut it out! You're not that early - we have to be down for dinner in less than 10 minutes!"
He quickly dressed and we headed downstairs. His parents were just sitting down to the table in the dining room and we joined them. Gerald Boudreau, Ryan's father, shook my hand, and Jeanne, his mother, gave me a kiss on the cheek, saying, "It's so good to see you again, Mark. I think it's been over a month since we last saw you."
"Thank you, Mrs. Boudreau -- and thanks for the invitation." I held her chair out for her and she slid into the seat. Once again, I admired both her elegance and beauty.
Ryan and I took seats opposite each other in the middle of the large table.
"We're glad you could make it tonight, Mark," Gerald told me. "We want to talk something over with you and Ryan, but first let's eat."
The maid and cook, Penny, with Alfred's help, brought in a crab salad and plates of Shrimp Creole with white rice plus some crusty French bread, and then poured glasses of chilled Pinot Grigio to go with it. The dinner was delicious and superb as always.
When we were done, Gerald finally brought up the reason why I had been invited over.
"Mark, while Jeanne and I are immensely proud of Ryan, there are times when he hasn't always been as mature as he should and he's often failed to take his studies seriously, generally partying too much. However, lately he seems to have grown up some and his grades have shown real improvement. He had a C+ average his first semester, but this semester he raised his average to an A-."
Ryan was blushing terribly.
"While we credit him with much of that improvement, we feel you've also been a large part of the reason for that change in his attitude and your friendship and relationship with him has helped him immensely. So, to get to the point, Jeanne and I want to reward the two of you as a result. We want you to have a real vacation this summer and so we're going to provide the two of you with an all-expense paid week in Curaçao later this summer, whenever it's convenient for the two of you to go." He went on, "In case you don't know, Curaçao is a Dutch Caribbean island, off of the northern coast of Venezuela. It almost always has beautiful weather and some of best beaches in the world -- plus it's a very gay friendly place, so you boys will have no fears on that account."
I was speechless. This was HUGE!!! Ryan and myself on a Caribbean island by ourselves!
Mr. Boudreau went on. "Mark, we know Ryan has a passport -- but if you don't, you'll have to get one. Curaçao is a Dutch island."
"I do have a passport, Mr. Boudreau. I had to get one last year when I went to England for several weeks."
"Then everything's fine, Mark. Just let me know when the two of you want to go and I'll make the necessary reservations. Jeanne and I have been to Curaçao several times and we've always loved it. It a beautiful island with a great many activities that I'm sure you'll enjoy."
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Ryan and I decided we could go in 3 weeks time and let Ryan's father know. We spent a lot of our free time getting things we needed for our trip. New sexy speedos, etc. I also found some neat mesh see-through shirts for both of us and I planned to give Ryan his once we got there. There were also a few things I needed to finalize at Tulane before I could go,
One night after we'd had a romp in his bedroom, we had a frank discussion of what we wanted to do in Curaçao. Ryan wanted to do all the touristy things, like snorkeling and so on -- and so did I. But I don't think he was terribly surprised by what I wanted.