"People think I'm this rough guy, but I really just want to find 'The One.' When I saw Niles' picture I just knew he was right," I said into the camera with a hopeful smile. Actually I hadn't yet seen Niles in person. He was stuck in Miami delayed by a hurricane or something. We were three days into filming and he was missing his own show.
The picture they posted showed an older, fit guy. He didn't look awful, but definitely wasn't my type. All I had room for was Taj and Amir. I tried to look convincing though as I read my lines for the camera.
That morning I'd awoken to another beautiful viewing of Taj drying himself with his fat cock dangling between his muscled brown thighs. He was so carefree about his nudity, laughing with his friend as he rubbed the thin towel over his tight stomach and well-developed pecs while his cock danced. He dressed himself again in a suit that looked like it had been handed down from his father, or some smaller man. This one hugged his body and he struggled to fasten the waist around his muscled physique.
Taj came over to me again before heading out. He pulled up my covers so they warmed my chest. He leaned over me and whispered something in his language. I guessed it was a blessing. He really did seem to care about me. I pretended to awaken when he kissed my forehead. I wanted him to feel like prince charming.
"Good morning," I whispered hazily and rubbed at my eye. I blinked up at his smiling lips.
"Welcome to Tuesday, Kasper," Taj said in his arousing, deep accent.
"Mmmm yup. Tuesday," I agreed. I was whispering and breathing through my nose so I wouldn't offend him with my morning breath. I turned over onto my side towards him. He probably thought it was so I could face him, but in reality my morning boner was raging at his touch and I didn't want to sundial on my back. He was so fucking gorgeous and I hadn't gotten off in awhile. I buried it against the mattress so he wouldn't see it. It sucked being in a dorm. At home I could jerk off when I woke up. Communal living was cramping my routine.
"We can work on English tonight? You helps me so much," Taj asked with oversized brown eyes filled with hope and kindness. Those impossibly long lashes had me smiling like an idiot.
"Definitely. I wouldn't miss it," I assured with a yawn. I turned my face to the side so he wouldn't get a faceful of morning dungeon breath.
"Awesome! I hope your day fills with delight," Taj said. He swiped his index finger across my cheek and then used the tip to bop my nose lightly. It reminded me that he saw me as a little brother. My heart sank at his sweetness. He would never think of me in a sexual way. I stumbled out of bed when my cock calmed down and went to shower.
I was still hard from the night before. Amir had sent me a card to meet him down by the beach path when I was finished with filming. We had done poolside scenes that day - some where we pretended to be speaking to Niles though they'd have to add him in later since he hadn't yet arrived - so I was dressed in white shorts and a black tank top.
Amir wasn't there yet when I got down to the shore. The sun had set and a chilly wind blew in off the ocean. I hugged my arms across my chest. Taj had warned me to take a sweatshirt, but I told him I'd be ok. I was shivering a little when I saw a golf cart whirring along a path just above the beach. It had to be Amir. I watched as it wound down the path towards the beach. He honked the horn when he saw me and waved.
"Kasper. You look cold! You should dress more warmly," he said with a wide grin as he echoed Taj's warning. His golf cart stopped suddenly in front of me.
"I know... I just didn't want to be late," I said. "Did you steal this?" I laughed.
"Steal? No! Of course I don't steal. The golf manager said I could use it around the resort. Hop in," Amir said. I slid in next to him and he reached behind him to pull out a blanket. He wrapped it around me and then slid his arm across my back. I snuggled in next to him as we zoomed back up the path.
We rode back up to the resort and the guard quickly moved to open the gate for us so Amir wouldn't even have to slow down. I put my head into the side of his neck and felt his racing pulse against my skin.
"You smell good, like spring flowers and... old wood," Amir noted. The stylist had let me try out some new cologne he was testing. We slid around the side of the resort and up a dark pathway towards the golf course. No one was out golfing under the moonlight, so the only sound was crickets and his heartbeat.
"It's so deserted out here... are you going to kill me?" I half-joked as he wound his way up the golf course to wherever it was he wanted to show me.
"Well... I didn't bring the right tools this time," Amir said without humor. He continued on until we went through a clearing in the woods where the path narrowed. We bumped along a dirt trail until we got to a clearing with a small pond surrounded by thick forest. Amir paused to bury his nose in my hair. He smiled when he pulled away then grabbed a bag and hopped out. He set up a lantern that glowed a soft light and then laid out a blanket.
"I got a variety of things. I'm not sure what you like to eat. You are so light," Amir observed and unpacked a small feast of salad, grilled meats, and sides.
"Wow, it all looks good," I said as we sat to eat. He took off his jacket and wrapped it around me. He used the blanket that had warmed me to spread over us while we ate. I told him the boring stuff that had happened that day while filming. He kept asking more questions about the guys on the show and what they did as though he was truly interested or slightly jealous.
"Your English doesn't sound like Arabian. Why don't you have a heavy accent like your father?" I asked while we talked.
"Well I am only half Arabian. The other half is like you. I am a mix but my father's genes are much stronger than my dad's," Amir said. I noted his separate references for each of his dads.
"Do they speak English or just Arabic in your country?" I asked.
"Some do, but I learned English very young. My dad signs, but my uncles Lincoln, Kaleb, and some friends who come to visit are all from California. I grew up talking to them and picked up their words and accent," Amir explained.
"So you speak English, Arabic, Sign Language. You must be really smart," I noted.
"I guess I am. French too, but only some. My father is fluent in it. We vacation there," he said and shrugged like it was nothing. He was cultured, captivating, and beyond cute.
"I like how you can see the stars out here," I noted. "I don't know their names, but they're pretty."
"Well, we are in the Southern Hemisphere so some of them are different. That up there is the Southern Cross. You will never see it where you live," Amir said and pointed at a chunk of twinkling lights in the dark night. He swiped his fingers across the sky as if pointing them out and I leaned against his chest to take it in.
"It's beautiful," I said and he turned in surprise to see me so close against him. I looked up with hopeful eyes as if asking for permission. Amir nodded and slid an arm around me tightly. He rubbed his hand over my chest as he pointed to some other things.
