Kevin was finding it hard to concentrate on his call to the front desk. It wasn't the three cups of coffee he had at the continental breakfast that was distracting him, even though he was loaded up to his eyeballs with caffeine, the fact that there were screaming children out in the hallway, or the fact that the mini-fridge inside the small hotel suite was rattling constantly. He had almost forgotten why he had called the front desk, and it was because his lover, Andrew, was strutting back and forth through the room stripped down to his bare ass, mumbling and uttering something about losing an item. Kevin had his entranced eyes locked upon his pale rear end for several minutes now, and when the front desk had picked up the phone, he was almost caught muttering obscenities.
"Front desk," a woman had answered, and Kevin's trance abruptly ended, and he managed, even if for a brief moment, to remove his gaze from Andrew's smooth, tight ass.
"Uh, um. Hi. This is Kevin Neil in room three-o-seven?"
"Yes, how can I help you Mr. Neil?"
"Um." "Things that I need" was the first thing that came popped into his mind, and he had almost said that and nothing else, being highly distracted as Andrew was flashing him that alluring, seductive smile he always did when he had not-so-innocent thoughts on his mind. "I-I, uh, oh. The fridge. It doesn't work."
"I'm so sorry about that Mr. Neil. We'll notify someone on the maintenance crew and have it looked at immediately, and for the inconvenience, we'll reduce the charge to your room."
"Thank you, miss." Kevin's eyes had now fallen between Andrew's legs, since he had begun teasingly shaking his dong around like it was a maraca. Kevin smirked, chewing on his lip.
"Is there anything else I can help you with?"
"No, that's all, thank you."
"Have a great day at Riverside Hotel!"
"Thank you." Kevin repeated and hung up the phone quickly, like holding it was singing his hand. "Come over here this instant, young man."
Andrew beamed and snickered playfully. "No, you have to help me first."
Kevin's smile fell. "With what?!"
"I lost my swim trunks, they aren't in our bag."
Kevin thoughtfully scratched his chin. "Did you even remember to pack them?"
"Yes! I totally did! And I even reminded you, like, seven million times!"
"Seven million? Really?"
"Yes, really, now they're lost and I can't find them."
"You don't need swim trunks. You look fine the way you are." This compliment, while appearing to flatter Andrew, didn't help him forget the task at hand.
Kevin and Andrew were on the first day of their vacation, which was fully funded by their two friends, Jack and Kyle, who also arranged it so that they could join them on their holiday. Although knowing that Kevin had enough money to pay for several trips, their friends had still insisted to pay all of the expenses, wanting to do something nice for their companions.
The only problem Kevin and Andrew had with the idea was that they wouldn't get to be alone. They cherished their friendship with Jack and Kyle, despite how immeasurably childish they were at times, but they had a private life that even their friends were not aware of. Kevin never kept secrets from Jack and Kyle until about a year ago when he first met Andrew, and began a relationship with him.
Ever since Kevin had begun his romance with Andrew, he had thought very little about much else. Andrew had proved to be one of the most remarkably fun, adorable young men he had ever met, and every time he looked at him, he loved him more and more deeply. Andrew was loyal. Andrew was incredibly sexy. Andrew was young, attractive, and couldn't keep his hands off of him for more than a few seconds. Andrew was talented in bed, and he knew that he had a lot to do with that, having taught him a lot of what he knew. Andrew was his closest friend, and the love of his life. Andrew never let him down, was always supportive, and always managed to make him laugh and smile.
But Kevin couldn't talk to his friends about such things, because Andrew was also his biological son.
He and Andrew both knew that there was no way to explain these things without it sounding horrible. He knew that Jack and Kyle's intellectual capacity barely surpassed that of a chimpanzee's. All the same, however, he wished that he could tell them, to share just how happy he was now that Andrew had blessed his life. Having not known about his son for an entire seventeen years, he was the happiest he had ever been in his life when Andrew came to live with him, and now a year later, he was even happier, and he knew that Andrew was, too. The magnitude of his emotions regarding his love for his son was inexplicable, but he still yearned to share the secret with the people closest with him. Andrew meant the world to him, but so did his friends, and he knew it was possible that they may never truly understand how strongly and deeply he felt for him.
Kevin dwelled slightly on these things, even as the sight of Andrew naked was arousing him. He tried to hide the weight on his heart by flashing a smile to his only son. "I won't be jealous if other men ogle you. I know they'd have every right to. Someone as hot as you should be able to walk around naked and not get arrested"
Andrew rolled his eyes, but his smile remained glued onto his face. "I don't think the other swimmers will agree, dad... as much as that flatters me."
"I don't care what they think. My opinion is all that matters."
"Well, you're right about that, but still, I don't want to get arrested tonight."
"Does that mean we won't be messing around?"
Andrew let out a short, but sharp laugh. "Are you kidding? There's no way I can go a day without quality father-son time." He winked.
"Why wait until tonight? You've already given me a boner."
"Well we won't get a chance to tonight because we share this room with Jack and Kyle, and, seriously, you always have a boner, dad."
Kevin's eyes drifted to the ceiling and he wore a knowing smile. He then nodded several times. "But you speak as if I can help that, especially when you walk around naked in front of me."
"I know you can't help it. That's why I enjoy it so much."
"Oh, so what you're saying is that you're a tease."
Andrew nodded affirmatively. "Yes, dad, that's what I'm saying."
"Knew it!" Kevin laughed and groaned, covering his face with his hands as he threw himself onto his back upon the surface of the mattress. "My son lives to torture me!"
Andrew sighed, then approached him, clicking his tongue in disapproval. "Poor horny old dad."
Kevin lowered his hands and looked at him questioningly. "Old?" His eyes quickly fixed upon Andrew's flaccid phallus which was dangling inches from his face, and he immediately breathed in the heavenly aroma of his youthful groin.
