Copyright 2011 by the author.
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It rained really hard the first day I was in Honolulu, but the second morning dawned bright and clear. Rain in Hawai'i isn't unusual in February, but these showers were really heavy, to the point where some smaller roads on the north shore of O'ahu were flooded. Not that it really mattered to me since I was in Waikiki, where I was spending a couple of free days after having finished my business in the city.
I know what you're going to say: what were you doing in Waikiki? Most people who know and love Hawai'i shudder in horror at the thought of spending any time there. The locals never go to Waikiki unless they have to. The high-rise hotels, the garish shops, the crowded narrow beach full of pasty white first-time tourists-all the guidebooks tell you this is nothing like the real Hawai'i, and they're right.
Just the same, I'll always love that tourist trap. It seems like it never changes, but that's an illusion. The bustling carnival atmosphere is always the same, but there are always more people to see, another combination of golden sun, green palms and blue water, another way to combine the sensations of warm sun and gentle breeze on your bare skin.
Let me be honest-another reason I hung out on Waikiki was to eye the horde of exposed male flesh on display. There were always hot boys in board shorts parading on the concrete sidewalk by the beach, surfboards underneath the arms, or lying on the hot sand with their girlfriends, or riding the waves.
Of course I was past being able to compete with those young hunks, or getting any of them without paying. No matter. I still did okay, keeping myself in shape with regular workouts and eating right. There's a gym right on Kalakaua, up on the second floor above the row of shops. It's small and cramped, but what the heck-you can watch the palms sway and sailboats drift by on the ocean as you run on the treadmill or sweat through your sets.
You'd think the place would be overrun with surfer dudes and attitude, but the first time I'd worked out there while on a business trip, I'd been pleasantly surprised to see quite a few men my age as well. I'd gone back, and now went regularly any time I was in town.
That particular Tuesday I got there, I think, around two o'clock. The weekend tourists had left and it wasn't too crowded. There was nobody in the men's locker room as I stripped off my street clothes and changed into my usual workout attire of shorts, t-shirt and jock.
It had been a while since I'd done a full strength workout and it felt good to test myself against the weights and machines. Soon I was breathing hard and starting to break a sweat. At some point I noticed another guy who was doing the circuit as well. I hadn't seen him here before. He was about my age or maybe a little older, balding, tall and slender, with chiseled features and prominent chin somewhat softened by a gray goatee. At one point he looked up and I noticed his eyes, which were a striking clear blue. He'd been at this a while--his shoulders filled out his T-shirt and his biceps bulged impressively.
I reminded myself what I was here for and turned my attention back to my workout. After the weights I hit the Stairmaster, long and hard enough to work up a soaking sweat. Panting, I walked back to the locker room, quickly stripped my workout clothes off and jumped into one of the three shower stalls, hanging my towel outside. I closed my eyes and let the spray wash over my head, grateful for the cool.
I had begun to shampoo my hair when someone entered the stall next to me. The shower area, like the rest of the locker room, was tiny, and the two regular stalls were downright cramped. They were screened with curtains in front but the partition between them was frosted glass. The view into the next stall was blurry but I could see enough to tell it was the man I'd noticed before. I was careful not to stare, but glanced over just often enough to decide I liked what I saw. His pecs were hairy and defined, his butt tight. He started to soap his crotch and I hastily looked away to avoid getting a hard-on-I wished I had a clearer view as his equipment looked pretty impressive. All the while I kept up my own routine so as not to be too obvious, and made sure I finished my shower and got out before him.
He came back to the locker area, his towel around his waist, as I was partway through getting dressed. I looked up and our eyes met-again I noticed how blue they were. I nodded and ducked my head, concentrating on finishing up, but out of the corner of my eye I saw him unfasten his towel and wipe himself down with it, muscles rippling in his back and shoulders, his butt cheek dimpling as he lifted his leg. To my disappointment he didn't turn around, but reached into his locker and pulled out his underwear. I watched as he put on a pair of gray bikinis that barely reached his hipbone and left part of each cheek bare. Fuck, that was hot. He turned and the swelling mound in the front was just what I imagined it would be. By now I was hard inside my own briefs. Fortunately I had my jeans on already.
"Good workout?"
"Huh?" I said, stupidly, my face flaming. "Oh-yeah. Yourself?"
He nodded, smiling. "Pretty good. My name's David, by the way."
He was offering his hand. I shook it. At least he didn't seem to mind my checking him out.
"Gordon. My friends call me Gordie."
He chuckled. "I guess I'd better stick to Gordon for a while, since we just met." I took the opening.
"I don't think you'll have much trouble getting to Gordie." Did I really say that?
He raised his eyebrows, his blue eyes twinkling. "Oh-what did you have in mind?"
I smiled back. "Well, for starters, how about coffee at the Starbucks down the street?"
"That would be nice."
"Put your pants on first, though," I said, pointing to his bare legs. "Nice tan, by the way."
"Yours too." My head snapped up in surprise. His smile told me he knew I knew--he'd been checking me out too. "Just give a minute. Meet you outside?"
His pants turned out to be khaki shorts. We walked down the crowded sunny street to the Starbucks on the corner, crowded as usual. We perched on the low stone wall outside in a shady spot, drank our iced teas and chatted. He was on vacation, by himself-he'd been coming to Hawai'i for many years. He asked about my business, I told him a little bit. We really weren't listening very hard to each other though-we were looking at each other's faces, expressions, and bodies, seeing if the chemistry would dissipate.
It didn't. I drained my already empty plastic cup, letting the ice fall against my teeth.
"I'm staying at the Queen Kapiolani, right behind us," David said. His gaze was clear and direct. "You want to come up for a while?"
My mouth felt dry even though I'd just drunk my tea. I nodded.
"Shall we?"
His room was on the sixteenth floor. The double bed took up most of the space, leaving barely enough room for both of us to stand. He had left the door to the lanai open and a warm breeze was blowing.
David said, "Would you like something to drink? This place doesn't have much, but it does have a refrigerator."
I shook my head, smiling. He made the first move, his hand reaching out and stroking my cheek. The sweetness of his gesture touched me and I turned my head, kissing his palm. His hand grabbed the back of my head and drew me to him. Our lips and tongues mingled in a long, languid kiss that grew passionate. Our arms encircled each other. I pressed my fingers into the hard muscles of his back and shoulders, massaging him. We finally broke apart and he rested his head on my shoulder with a sigh.
"Nice."
I pushed him gently away and began to unbutton his shirt. "You're telling me."
He unbuckled his belt and let his shorts fall to the floor. The pouch of his briefs bulged outward. "Let me," I said, hooking my fingers under his waistband and drawing them down slowly until his dick popped out, half hard, the smooth pink head already moist with pre-cum.
"Lovely," I said. We began to kiss again. David unbuckled my belt and pushed my jeans downward. He grasped my cock and jacked it to full erection. I took hold of his nipples and was rewarded with a muffled moan of pleasure.
I knelt, pushed his underwear to the floor and took his cock into my mouth, grabbing his butt to steady myself. David's hands gripped the sides of my head as I worked on him, sliding back and forth on his steely shaft, taking him down to his pubes until I choked. I drew back and gasped a lungful of air before plunging in again, flicking my tongue around the crown of his organ, lapping up his salty precum.
David's hands pulled me upward. I found myself looking into his smiling face.
