Located off North Carlina, the outer banks stretch 100 miles (maybe more) from southeast Virginia to Cape Lookout just off Morehead City. Nags Head is a typical town on the barrier, just a collection of cottages on the beach. A person can walk from its east side to west side in less than a half hour.
A morning in September sees my dad, age 45, and me, age 19, crossing the bridge just above historic Kitty Hawk. We will arrive at our destination Nags Head in just a few minutes.
The music of Garth Brooks, one of dad's favorite artists, is blaring. I can't help paying some attention to the song, although it's not one that I recognize.
Lately I harbor a fantasy of being naked with a guy, preferably someone whose dick is uncut. I've already visited websites featuring man on man sex and naked men posing solo, sometimes jerking off. I find men who are tall, buff, brown-eyed and black-haired to be especially attractive.
I don't find girls especially sexually attractive, although I do get along well with them. One in particular is my friend Janette Long. I'm thinking these days that I should come out and that she should be the first to learn my truth.
The sun is high, though not directly overhead when my dad parked the red Chevy Silverado in front of the cottage, a single-story shingled structure. My cellphone clock registers 10 30.
"I wasn't much older than you the first time I came here. I got to ride a jetski. It was so cool."
"Sounds like fun," I replied.
Not as much fun as being naked with a hot dude.
We carried the well-stocked chest full of food into the cottage and I stocked the fridge. We brought the chest containing beers and stocked the fridge less the one each we opened.
Having finished our beer, we headed for the jetski rental just a few yards away.
"I got this," my dad said.
While he was transacting business, I fixed my eyes on the most gorgeous dude I had ever seen. He was what I use to imagine: tall, beefy, black hair.
He was shirtless and wearing sandals. Can I put a hard-on in his dark-blue trunks?
As we reached our jetskis at the water line I turned my head locking my eyes onto the dude. I so want to get him out of those trunks.
Zipping along at full throttle, the crafts made 40 knots toward the open sea and made wide turns. My ass jackhammered the seat.
Anyway we returned the crafts nearly out of fuel and headed back to the cottage only to bring folding chairs close to the water. The rustle of breakers and the cries of gulls were very conducive to relaxing.
My eyes roamed the area in search of cute men. I have got to get laid. I don't want to be seen kissing a guy or even just holding hands with him.
Toward the end of the day the still shirtless dude was taking pictures. I watched him for a couple of minutes then approached him.
"Are you getting a lot of good shots?"
"A few," he replied.
