Date: Fri, 6 May 2011 09:35:00 -0700 (PDT) From: Joe Hunter Subject: The Commercial Traveler #1 All the usual disclaimers apply: +This story is a work of fiction. If you think it is real, you have a very active imagination. +Do not read this story if you live in an area where it is illegal to do so. +Scenes of sexual activity between an adult male and a young boy are represented. Do not read further if this offends you. +Please do not imitate the actions portrayed herein - the author cannot accept responsibility for any actions promoted by this story. If you would like to get in touch, please e-mail me at: hunterjoe45@yahoo.com A tip of the hat to 'R M' whose Text-A-Boy stories were my inspiration for this series. Thank's 'R M'! (Text-A-Boy Service - part 1 is in the archive, 18 Nov 2008, and the whole series is a fun read!) I hope you enjoy reading this story as much as I enjoyed writing it. Support Nifty! Joe ____________________________ THE COMMERCIAL TRAVELER #1 ( Kiki ) (copyright 2011, Joe Hunter) Call me Jack. I'm 37, look younger, keep myself fit - and I'm a boy lover. I've heard some say that it's hard to find willing boys, but I don't think so; not when you travel as often as I do. I fly around a lot on business - nothing fancy, always coach or business class; midrange motels on the job. But when it comes to indulging my interest in boys I'm willing to spend money, and I'm rarely at a loss for a companion. My secret? A spare cell phone - the modern-day equivalent of the little black book. Mine goes with me everywhere and all my boy contacts are on it. Only they have the number. I buy each one a similar phone so they can call or text me as often as they want, and when they get short on minutes I text over a PIN for prepaid time. The system works to keep us in touch and most of the time when I go anywhere, I'm already hooked up... ---------------- | Destination: | | Hawaii | ---------------- "Hawaii again!" "Three times this year you lucky dog!" My co-workers stared with envy at the tickets in my hand. "Yeah, sure, great... Hawaii - over built, overpriced... Our client a world class jerk..." With a sigh of pretended martyrdom I flipped to the reservation sheet and studied it. "Geez, that same hotel again? Don't we know anyone at the Hilton?" Secretly, however, I was pleased. The hotel we always used was perfect for me - private and secluded. It's never a good idea to appear too satisfied. Back in my cubicle I pulled out the spare cell and fired off a text to Kiki giving my ETA. I seldom call any of the kids directly because they mute the ring tone to keep teachers and parents from catching on to the phone. With Kiki, if he was not at school he would be surfing and the phone would be stashed somewhere along with his shoes and wallet, wrapped in a towel. Two hours later my cell chirped and Kiki's high 12-year-old voice with its streetwise Polynesian accent was in my ear, sounding as close as if he were just around the corner instead of a third of a world away. "What up, Haooli?" (Haooli, Polynesian street slang for 'white foreigner', was his name for me.) "What'cha doin' surfer boy?" "Chillin'" "You at the beach?" "Always." Kiki posed as Mr. Super Cool on the phone whenever he called me, but I could tell from his voice that he was excited. "I'm comin' in tomorrow, surf boy. What you want me to bring for you?" "A Ferrari." "No prob. I'll slip one into my bag." The Ferrari thing was a private joke between us and, even though I couldn't see him, I knew Kiki was grinning. I visualized him standing in some sheltered place, perhaps behind palm trees where he could not be seen or overheard by anyone who might jack him for the phone; water dripping from his long, tightly curled black hair, his bronzed athletic 12-year-old body glowing in the sunlight, low riding board shorts plastered to hips and thighs - a little surf god, the shark boy of Polynesian legend risen glistening from the sea... "I got like a new thing to show you, Haooli." "Not a new board! I just got you that one..." Kiki laughed. "Uh-uh! A new trick!" I could hear the pride in his words. "All right! I can't wait to see it, surfer boy. I wish I was there already. I'll text you as soon as I get in. Same beach, right?" "Yeah." Kiki was whispering now. "Somebody comin', Haooli. I gotta' go. Remember, no talkin' till it's dark!" "Don't worry, kid. I know. See you tomorrow." There was a hurried reply of, "See ya'!" Then the connection broke. The trip out to Hawaii is not one of my favorites. Help from a paperback got me through the cramped flight in coach to the West Coast. At LAX there were the usual delays and then I survived a monotonous over water leg to the islands with a low budget airline whose aging plane was packed with pasty white tourists decked out in loud holiday clothes. While the hours crept by I watched the wings of our well-traveled bird flex, wondering how many tens of thousands of hours of metal fatigue was in the struts. Deplaning at Honolulu I rented a nondescript gray Accord whose interior was like an oven from sitting out on the tarmac all day and after checking that it had a roof rack for Kiki's board I cranked down the windows and drove off through the airport traffic. The beaches near Diamond Head were lined with glittering high-rise hotels, but my destination lay further down where luxury condos give way to strip malls, fast food stands and the blink of garish neon signs. The hotels there were smaller, older and only a few stories high. I turned into one fronted by a gravel parking lot and a sign framed in fake Polynesian carving advertising, 'Weekly Rates'. Leaving the windows down on the car I went in to register. It was a bungalow hotel, built in the 50s, now showing its age in faded rugs, peeling woodwork and noisy plumbing. Even so, I still liked it. The main building had nice individual rooms, some with large verandas facing the beach, but I always rented one of the dozen or so bungalows scattered out back amid the palm trees. Convenient and private, they were accessible directly from the parking lot, and the white sandy beach beyond was secure, secluded and often deserted. I got a key, unpacked in my unit, changed into a pair of board shorts and left instructions for the little refrigerator in my kitchenette to be stocked with soda and snacks. Then, wearing dark glasses against the glare of late afternoon sun, I drove off to meet my kid. The beach where Kiki surfed was further down along the coast, beyond the tourist areas, in a neighborhood of unpaved streets, rundown shacks and bare dirt yards - the kind of scenery that gets left off the travel brochures. The beach itself was nice enough; palm trees screened it from the road, the sand was clean and white, and a steady offshore breeze helped build the breakers rolling in from across the Pacific. Conditions were perfect when I arrived. Up and down the shoreline a few dusky sun worshipers lolled on the sand, but the action was out in the break where a dozen surfers were paddling their boards looking for a wave or else riding in on the curl. I spotted Kiki right away, his slight compact figure conspicuous in the brilliant red and gold board shorts I had given him for Christmas. {Characteristically, he had hidden any enthusiasm at the present, but since then my shorts were the only ones he ever wore.) After parking the car I ambled down to the water where he could spot me. As was our custom we exchanged no sign of recognition. Kiki could not afford to let people see that he was meeting a male haooly. I was the only white person on the beach and, although tanned enough to blend in, I did not want to invite confrontation, so once I was sure Kiki had seen me I waded in and had some fun body surfing, which gave Kiki time to maneuver over until he was the closest wave rider to me. By then the sun was at the horizon, its rays turning the boy's young lithe body to burnished gold. After a cautious glance over his shoulder he made a sign for me to go into the beach. He wanted to show off the new trick he had learned, I was sure of it, so I nodded and tucked into the next roller, riding it to the break and then wading up onto the sand. Turning, I saw Kiki paddling to catch a huge roller looming up behind him, his board skimming over the water lifting with the wave. He stood up quickly, a deft movement that I had tried many times to copy without success, and for an instant the boy's slender silhouette was etched against the red gold sky, a perfection of form and grace that was pure beauty. Then he was racing across the face of the towering wave, sturdy little body crouched forward amid a welter of foam. Holding my breath I watched as, with no apparent effort, he skidded the board in a sheet of spray back up to the crest, swiveled again and then ran once more across the face. It was a spectacular display of skill for such a young boy, one that gave me the same tingling exultation I got witnessing great ballet or perfect gymnastics. I watched in awe as he made two more, quick passes before a final jump over the curl left board and surfer suspended once more against the sky. Then Kiki disappeared behind the breaking waves, reappearing moments later gliding in toward the shallows. I wanted to cheer and applaud or somehow shower praise on the boy, but we were in public so I waited, heart pounding, until he was close enough to see my fierce grin of approval and quick fist pump. By then it was getting dark enough to risk passing close by as I headed back into the water. "Awesome!" I whispered and saw the white flash of the boy's teeth as he grinned at me. We paddled back out together and in the gathering gloom beyond the surf line with only our heads visible, I was finally able to swim over and touch him. I held onto his board with one hand while Kiki put both arms around me, pressing his young eager body against my own and whispering, "I glad you here, Haooly." "Yeah, me too," I breathed, stroking his silky back with my free hand. Kiki reached down to loosen his shorts and when my hand pushed beneath them to cup his hard little butt we kissed deeply, our tongues exploring each other's mouths. Squirming, the boy opened his lips wide and then wrapped his legs around me, thrusting with his hips. When we stopped for breath, Kiki peered around cautiously. "Let's go now, Haooly. It dark enough." "Hold on," I told him, knowing it was not. "Give it a few minutes. Be patient." Under his loosened shorts my hand caressed the smooth gloss of his hip and then slid around to the front where I fingered the stiffness of his rigid little branch. Kiki moaned, squeezing his butt to harden himself even more, and then jerked as his hips bucked. "I doan' wanna' wait, Haooly. Do me now. Nobody gonna' see..." He began to squirm out of his shorts but I put a hand down to stop him. "Not here," I whispered. "Not here, surfer boy. We do it in salt water, it's gonna' sting like hell." I rubbed his stiff shaft harder and felt another throb jerk him. "Just wait a little longer, surfer boy. I swear as soon as we get to the hotel I'll do you. As long as you want. Trust me." I kissed him deeply again and the boy shivered, pressing with his smooth young warmth against my body and stroking my sides and back. "We got the same bungalow as last time," I assured him, "The one you like. We'll have the beach all to ourselves early in the morning. Plus..." I tickled him a little; "I got a surprise for you." "What?" the boy demanded, wiggling happily. I give him another gentle tickle and he squirmed, dropping his head into the water to muffle his laughter. "You'll see. Now, come on. Let's catch a few more waves. By then people will have left and it'll be dark enough." With another muffled giggle Kiki let go of me and climbed onto his board. "Race you to the beach, Haooly. You lose, you gotta' get me somethin'." This was another old game of ours, one we had played from the first day I had met him, and despite some practicing on my part he always beat me at it. I launched immediately into a wave, but a body surfer is no match for anyone on a board. When I emerged sputtering from the shallows Kiki was waiting for me and even in the darkness I could tell he was struggling not to laugh out loud. "You suck, Haooly," he said with a barely contained giggle. "Now you owe me!" He put a hand on his mouth to stifle more laughter and I stepped closer wondering what was so funny. "Oh shit! What the hell, Kiki!" I glanced around quickly to see if anyone was close enough to see. The boy's shorts, which he had never tightened up again, were down around his ankles leaving his slender body butt-ass naked in the darkness. I could just make out the faint gleam of his slick wet skin. "Damn it!" I hissed, reaching for him, but Kiki was too quick, kicking off the shorts and darting away. "You hold them for me, Haooly," he teased, picking up his board and dashing back into the surf. For a moment I stood there watching his lean little form maneuver the board through the break and then I stuffed the shorts securely into my waistband and followed. Out amid the rollers Kiki let me hold his board while he pressed his naked body to mine, begging to be kissed and squirming to rub his rigid little boner on my thigh. When our lips finally parted he pulled my hand down against his firm butt and whispered, "Fuck me, Haooly. Go in me. I wanna cum so bad." My palm slid over the jutting mound, cupping it, and then I spread his cheeks, sliding a fingertip through his crack until it pressed into the dimpled opening. Despite my having taken him several times, Kiki was very tight and I had no confidence in salt water as a lubricant. I was trying to be gentle and wiggle my way in when the boy gave an impatient grunt and wrapped his legs around me. His arms tightened their grip on my chest as he bore down and the moment his ring loosened he thrust back, impaling himself on my finger. "Uhhhhhh..." he moaned, his head going back and his eyes closing. My probing fingertip found the swelling at the base of his hard boner and Kiki twisted in ecstasy as I rubbed back and forth over it. "Uhhhh... Do me, Haooly," he begged. "Do me... Make me cum..." I pressed harder on his nub, rubbing faster as the boy thrust and twisted in my arms, squirming to rub his stiff little boner on my hip. Suddenly he went rigid, arching his body while I continued to massage inside him. For a few moments he remained in tension, gasping little moans of pleasure as my finger moved within him, and then with jerk after jerk he released, hips bucking five or six times before he collapsed, shuddering against me. I slid my finger out of him and the boy's lips sought mine, opening wide to admit my tongue while I caressed him, sliding my hand over the curve and swell of developing muscle beneath his silky skin. "Do it more, Haooly," Kiki begged, tugging at my hand when our lips parted. "As soon as we get in the car," I promised. "Then I do you now." He started to slide his fingers into my shorts but I pushed him away. "Nope. I'm saving that for when we get to the hotel." I took a quick look around. "It's dark enough. Let's take off. Put you're shorts on..." I was going to hand him his shorts, but before I could get them out Kiki had scrambled onto his board and was paddling to catch a wave. With a giggle he launched into it and then stood up, his naked form lost in the darkness. With a sigh I went after him, made awkward by the need to keep tight hold of his shorts. My kick-out was late and after being tumbled in the breakers I waded up onto the beach. "It would serve you right if I had lost this," I growled holding the shorts up. Kiki was waiting for me, naked on the sand, and I could just make out the flash of his answering grin in the soft tropical darkness. "Come on," I told him. "I'll take the board." The roof rack on the rented Accord was a cheap affair but I got Kiki's board tied down without too much trouble and then opened the passenger door. "Let's go," I called. With muffled laughter Kiki emerged from a screen of bushes carrying all his belongings wrapped in a towel, and it was not until he slipped into the seat beside me that I realized he was still naked. "Damn it," I muttered, reaching over to close the door on him, which doused the interior light. "What if a cop stops us for some stupid reason?" But Kiki already had the back of his seat down and was stretched out stroking his rigid little boner. "Do me, Haooly," he begged. I slid a palm down the narrow silky sheath of his stomach and rubbed his shaft while the boy stretched both his arms back, arching himself and squeezing his butt. The stiff rod beneath my fingers quivered as I rubbed, my fingers sliding on the smooth stretched skin. Kiki squirmed trying to part his thighs, constrained by the narrow seat. Then I felt a throb shudder through him and his hips jerked in four quick hard thrusts. A few drops of slippery wetness dribbled off his tip. "Starting to get something, huh?" I said. "I told you you would." Kiki giggled as my fingertip brushed over his sensitive head and pushed my hand away. "I can shoot stuff now," he told me proudly. "Yeah. Well, some I guess." Grinning at him in the darkness I started the car, backed up, and turned the headlights on as we swung around out of the parking area. "You'll shoot a lot more when you get a little older. A horny little bastard like you is bound to be a real stud. For twelve I'd say you're doing OK." Reaching over I caressed the muscular ridges in the boy's hard abs and Kiki wiggled happily. "I'm gonna' be thirteen in almost three months." `"Yeah, that's right." It was more like four months but I let that go. Keeping my eyes on the traffic, I asked, "What do you want for your birthday?" "A Ferrari," Kiki laughed, putting a hand on my crotch. "Get out of there. That's for later." I pushed his hand down on to my thigh where the boy rubbed the swell of muscle beneath my shorts. " A Ferrari, huh. OK, let me think about it." "You said you was bringin' me one today." Kiki's fingers drifted upward and I pushed him away again. "Yeah, well... I would have, but when I checked they were all out. Maybe next time." "For my birthday I wanna' a red one." Stretching back on the seat Kiki tightened his stomach muscles and admired himself. In the shifting lights of store signs and oncoming cars his young taut body glistened as if it were oiled. "You know I'd get it for you if I could, surfer boy," I told him in a whisper. "I'd give you the world if I could." Reaching over I rubbed a palm across the little swells of muscle in his chest and then slid it down his silky flank. "I know," Kiki's reply was high and soft, like a young child's. He turned his head toward me and I saw the glitter of his dark eyes. "For a haooly, you ain't too bad." It was his highest compliment, one he saved only for me, and love for the boy made my voice hoarse as I answered, "You aren't so bad yourself, surfer boy." "Do me," Kiki begged, dragging my hand down onto his jutting little shaft. "We're almost there," I said, but he shook his head and stretched his arms back. I began to rub him quickly, sliding my fingers up over his uncircumcised head, bringing him to one more jerking spasm just before we reached the hotel. "There's lights in the parking lot," I warned as we turned in at the wooden sign. "You need to put your shorts on." But Kiki giggled and held his bunch of things out of my reach. "Geez," I muttered. "OK..." I parked as close to the paths leading around to the bungalows as I could, turning off headlights, ignition and overhead dome light before allowing him to open the door. "Make it quick," I growled, peering around to be sure no one was nearby. "You know where it is. Here's the key." Grinning like a little monkey the boy slid out of the car and scampered away down the path, disappearing into the darkness. I unstrapped the surfboard and followed more slowly, taking care not to hit the board's gleaming edges against any of the palm trees that grew by the path. When I reached the bungalow Kiki had the door open so I could bring the board in where it would be safe. Then he trotted back into the bedroom area. The remains of a sandwich and a glass of soda on the counter showed he had wasted no time in exploring the contents of the refrigerator, but now all the lights were off and I could just make out the gleam of eyes from where he lay stretched naked on the bed, legs spread apart. "Do me, Haooly," he pleaded in a high childish voice that trembled with eagerness. It had been like this each time since I had first taken him - when he had learned to crave that sense of fullness moving inside that I had given him. As much as any sexually active youngster Kiki liked to suck and be caressed or fondled, and I knew we would do all those things many times in the course of my three-day visit. But allways now it was the other that he begged for first, moaning and rubbing against me, eager for penetration by my hard rod. After stripping off my board shorts and kicking aside my Nikes I approached the bed where the boy lay, his eyes following my every move. When I leaned over him he reached to put his arms around my neck and pull me down, but I slipped a hand beneath his knees and picked him up instead. "Shower first," I whispered. "You know that." "Nooooo..." the boy pleaded, but after I kissed him he rested his head on my shoulder and let me carry him into the bathroom where, with hot water running over us Kiki hugged against me while I soaped both our bodies with rich creamy coconut scented lather. When my hand slipped between the firm rounded mounds of his butt he squirmed, bearing down to open himself so I could insert first one and then two fingers into his tight little opening. "Ohhhhhhhh..." he sighed, twisting in passion and we kissed, our slippery bodies locking together. After rinsing off I poured orange scented shampoo onto Kiki's thick black hair and worked in the lather while the boy squirmed to rub his jutting boner on my thigh. Once again we kissed beneath the cascading water and then Kiki was tugging at me, impatient to finish and dry off. "Do me, do me, do me," the boy whispered as I carried him to the bed. I laid him down and Kiki stretched out, arms over his head while I turned on the little bedside table lamp. In its dim illumination the boy's smooth skin glowed like polished bronze, the immature muscle highlighted into sculpted definition and his damp curly hair turned to dark tongues of flame. The boy's beauty was breathtaking. My hand trembled as it caressed him and when he reached out for me I fell into his arms. I held him, caressing that perfectly sculpted form with my palms, feeling the boy quiver in response to my touch, love for him braking over me like a wave. I turned him on his back and with a sigh he Kiki drew up his knees, hugging them to either side of his chest and moaning, "In me, Haooli. Now..." From the bedside table I took the bottle of Hawaiian Tropic I had unpacked earlier, removed the top and squirted slippery coconut scented lotion over both my fingers and Kiki's sweet ass that he was straining to open for me. The boy sighed as my fingers entered to smear scented lubricant up his hot tight cavity. "Do me," he whispered, squirming in anticipation. "Do me, do me, do me, do me..." With a final squirt I coated my erect member until it glistened with oily lotion and then put the bottle aside. When I leaned over him Kiki lifted up, locking his slender legs about me and slipping his arms around my neck. "Uhhhhhhh..." he groaned as my thick head pushed into him. "Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." Even though he had been stretched by my previous entries Kiki's butt was firm and muscular so his ring was very tight. I was careful not to thrust too hard and held myself in place while the boy wiggled, straining to give himself. Slowly his guarded entryway yielded as my thick knob advanced millimeter by millimeter. Then with a sudden popping sensation I was through, entering the hot moist sweetness beyond, and Kiki was quivering at my penetration, gasping, "Ah... Ah... In me... In me..." For a moment the boy's ring spasmed, squeezing me painfully as Kiki lifted, head pulled back and mouth open, arched in passion. Then with a flutter the muscle relaxed and he tugged at me with both arms and legs, moaning in eagerness as I slid in with a slow steady thrust of my hips, advancing until my groin was locked against the boy's stretched ass. "Ohhhhh..." Kiki gasped, arms and legs tightening around me. "Ah... Ah... Ah... Ah..." With a shudder his hard little body began to jerk, hips bucking as throbs pulsed through his lower belly, rippling along the tight muscular sheath encasing my thrust-in rod. As always, the intensity of the boy's response took me close to the brink, but I was ready for it and consciously held back, not wanting to release too soon and cheat him out of what he craved. Kiki was still young enough to have multiple dry orgasms, one after another, and I wanted to give him as many as I could. I squeezed, controlling myself until the boy's frantic heaving eased and then began to move very slowly, sliding my slick shaft in his tight moist heat. "Ohhhhhhhhhh..." Kiki moaned, writhing beneath me. Again, and then again I brought him to shuddering climax, with the boy straining upward on each of my thrusts trying to drive me in as deep as possible. After the pulsing of his third spasm ended I withdrew for a moment and Kiki, knowing what I intended, turned onto his side so the glossy mounds of his butt were toward me. I re-slicked my rigid shaft, stretched out behind the boy and Kiki pulled up his thigh, pushing with his foot against my knee to lift so I could re-enter him. My jutting rod slid in without resistance and Kiki squirmed, pushing back to take my full length. In this position I could keep one arm around his lean waist, wiggling a fingertip in his belly button while my other hand rubbed his straining boner. The boy sighed as my fingers began to slide on his slick little shaft and he stretched his arms out clenching and unclenching his fists. Almost immediately I felt the first quick contraction and as he started to jerk my arm tightened around his waist pulling him close, my fingertip squirming in his belly button while my hips thrust to slide my hardness as far up into his gut as I could. Kiki moaned, the pulsing contractions in his throbbing little branch jerking his slender body again and again. I pumped my fingers as fast as I could, slowing the rhythm only as the jerking stopped. When the tension eased and his head lolled I started moving in him once more, my slick rod sliding in his gaping opening, propelling him to another peak - and then another. Again, again and then twice more I took Kiki into jerking writhing spasm, pumping my hips until at last I knew I was reaching my limit. Holding the boy, I rolled onto my back so that he was lying face up, impaled on top of me, and then I began to thrust my hips in a faster rhythm. Kiki's eyes had been closed while he lay passive in my arms, drifting in a daze of passion, but now as he felt my movements quicken he parted his thighs as far as he could and arched himself, stretching his arms back to either side of my head. With my chin resting against his thick hair I could feel when he started to writhe, arching and twisting while I rubbed hard on his jutting little rod. The tips of my fingers brushed over his uncircumcised head on every stroke while I pumped my hips as fast as I could, sliding my rigid shaft deep within the boy's hot cavity. Pressure built so rapidly in my loins I had to grit my teeth to hold back, concentrating on driving myself up into Kiki as far as I could. My rubbing fingers slid even faster and the boy's head pulled back as he arched himself, every muscle in his lean body tense. For endless moments we hung there, teetering on the edge with time stopped around us. Then a pulsing constriction in his rigid branch sent me over the brink. Kiki's hips bucked and I released, bucking with him, my throbbing member spurting deep within the squirming kicking boy, flooding him with my semen. Afterwards I placed a towel beneath Kiki's hips to catch the dribbles of cum leaking out and we lay together cuddled in each other's arms exchanging long deep kisses. "Tell me what you want for your birthday," I said at last, caressing his silky hip and the boy stared up at me with his beautiful dark eyes. "Come on," I coaxed. "Tell me for real. Turning thirteen is sort of special. I want to get something for you." Kiki bit his lip. "You like won't get mad?" I smiled and bent to kiss him. "When have I ever gotten mad at you?" The boy rubbed his hand on the muscle of my upper arm and then looked up. "I wanna get tattooed." When he saw me frown he took my hand. "For real, Haooli. It's like a warrior tattoo. All the island boys get them. It's like a tradition." My frown deepened. "No shop around here is gonna' tattoo an underage kid. They'd be crazy. It's against the law." But Kiki was shaking his head. "There's like this old guy. He's like this kid's grandfather. He'll do it. He like does it for all the kids. It's like traditional." I sighed and kissed him again while I thought about it. A shade tree tattoo artist. Who knew how clean his needles were? AIDS and hep C were in Hawaii just like anywhere else, especially among the Polynesian minority where drugs abounded. "Please, Haooli." Kiki was staring up at me, dark eyes pleading. I stroked his silky flank, rubbing my fingertips over the brim of his pelvis. "My little warrior," I murmured, bending to kiss him again. "How could I say no to you?" Kiki thought of himself as Polynesian. But, although reluctant to admit or talk about it, the boy was actually mixed race, something he had confessed after I had earned his trust. "My father haooli, like you," he had told me one night when I had been cuddling him. "Where is he now," I had asked, knowing the boy lived alone with his mother. Kiki just shrugged. "I doan' know. He gone before I was born." It was an answer that had made me shake my head. "That's crazy," I had whispered, kissing him. "Any man that had you for a son, Kiki, would be the luckiest man in the world." Later on, while he hugged me, the boy had started crying and I had kissed his tears away one by one until he slept. Now, as Kiki hugged against me with a happy squirm and, mouth open, offered his lips, I told myself, what the hell. What was one more risk for this boy who ran so many every day he lived? Within his society and at school Kiki was an outcast, rejected by both native islanders and the whites, without protection from either group. To make things worse he was intelligent, and to let that show at school only made him more of a target so I knew that he dumbed himself down to avoid being conspicuous. There was a constant danger that he would succumb to the drug culture surrounding him, or in desperation join a gang that would not see him as a member but rather an expendable asset to be used or killed. The best hope for him was his surfing. There were surfing teams on the island just as there were soccer clubs and basketball leagues. If having a warrior tattoo made him feel that he belonged and allowed him to survive and keep practicing his sport then so he it and let AIDS or hep C be damned! "Listen," I said, tickling the boy until he laughed. "I want you to have the biggest, best and most spectacular warrior tattoo any kid on the island ever got, OK? We'll set it up for you tomorrow. Now, check this out - I brought you a present..." Kiki lifted himself up on one elbow, watching me reach for my duffel bag and then as I pulled out a gold neck chain his eyes widened. He reached for it but I stopped him, shaking my head. "I want to do it." I opened the clasp and Kiki slid over so I could fasten it around his neck. He looked up at me, dark eyes glistening in wonder as he touched the gold links with his fingertips. "Perfect," I assured him, leaning back to admire the effect. The chain fit just right. The bright gold lay in the hollow of his throat, glistening against his honey colored skin. "Solid gold," I told him. "You can wear it all the time, even when you're swimming. It won't turn green like the cheap stuff." The boy stared up at me. "Thank you, Haooli." The words were a soft whisper. I gave his shoulder of gentle caress. "Promise me something. Keep it hidden when you're on the street or at school. I don't want you getting knifed if someone tries to grab it." The boy gave me a proud look. "Nobody steal from me, Haooli! I know how to fight!" "I know that." My hand went to his chin and I held his face up to mine. "You're my little warrior and I'm so proud of you! One-on-one, with a kid your size, my money's on you every time! But that's not how it would go, would it? It would be some big punk, or a pack of them. They wouldn't give you a chance. Keep it under your clothes, and if they come at you just give it up. Do it for me, surfer boy. I can buy you as many chains as there are stars in the sky, but I can never replace you. Promise me?" Kiki looked down for a moment, fingering the chain, then raised his eyes to mine. "All right, Haooli." I nodded, squeezing his firm little shoulder and he said, "You really like me don't you." "Geez!" I told him, laughing and shaking my head. "Did you just notice that? Yeah..." my voice softened and I stared into his eyes. "Yeah, surfer boy. I really like you a lot." Kiki sighed and snuggled close, tucking his head into my shoulder as we stretched out together on the bed. For a while he was content to let me stroke a palm over his silky body, caressing and rubbing, but at last he pulled his head back to look at me and after a kiss begged, "Do me again, Haooli. I want you to..." "Sure?" I whispered, cupping a hand on his glossy butt. "Not sore?" "Uh-uh." He shook his head. "Do it more..." I rolled him onto his back and he drew his knees up, closing his eyes as I lubed him. "Do it slow, Haooli," he whispered when I leaned over him. "Go slow and then like real hard. Like last time..." It was what I wanted as well, but both of us were too tired for the sort of marathon we had enjoyed before. Even so I was able to bring the boy into enough multiple dry climaxes so that his head was lolling in a half stupor of pleasure when need drove me at last to quicken my pace and release into him. Afterward he fell asleep in my arms while I caressed his smooth taut body, whispering to him, "My surfer boy, my little warrior..." Holding the boy, feeling the thud of his heart against my chest, I pulled the sheet over us and then, careful not to wake him, turned off the bedside light. Outside an offshore breeze rustled the palm leaves and the rumble of breaking waves came from the beach. I kissed my sleeping boy and he muttered something unintelligible before snuggling closer to me. Since meeting me he was no longer cruising the tourist beaches; one less risk to worry about. I wished I could save him from all the other risks as well, but some things had to be accepted. Tomorrow, in the early dawn, we would ride the morning waves on our beach and then I would take him to McDonald's for his favorite breakfast before dropping him off near home so he could change before going to school. The client's business would take up the rest of my day, but as soon as I was done we would meet and I would take him shopping at a mall or to a movie. After dinner at a restaurant we would spend another night together doing the things he wanted. The three days of my trip would go by all too fast. I sighed and kissed the boy again, loving the feel of his silky warmth against my bare skin. Even after I left there would still be the cell phone for messages and calls. We could talk all we wanted as he told me everything he was doing and soon enough I would visit again when the client needed me. Still I wished for more; what lover does not? I wanted to stop time... To have Kiki remain young with me forever... To have the sun, the moon and the stars... All the impossible things... And all foolishness, I reminded myself. Enjoy what you have while you have it and accept the world as it is. Closing my eyes, I held my beautiful surfer boy in my arms and fell asleep listening to the soft thunder of waves rolling into the beach. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Hope you enjoyed it! This story is the first of a twenty-four part series that I hope to get out, one part every few weeks. The stories will have a consistent theme, the same central character and hopefully something for everyone - single hook ups, doubles, twins, first times and hand offs. Nearly all my other stories on Nifty have been 'one-shots' - I find self-contained short character studies the most interesting to write. However, I get a LOT of e-mail requesting continuations or additional chapters, so I know many of you enjoy longer tales with multiple episodes. (I do myself! I have several in my favorites folder!) This is my attempt at a 'serial'. Now, I can hear some of you saying, "Joe, your serial is just a series of 'one-shots'!" Cut me some slack, gang - that's how I write! Give my serial a chance. I'm certain you will have a favorite chapter (I do, but I won't reveal it) and perhaps you will drop me an e-mail saying which one it is. Look for a new chapter or two each month. ---------------------------------------------------- Thanks for taking the time to read my story and if you'd like to comment, my e-mail address is: hunterjoe45@yahoo.com I will try to answer all serious mailings. My on-line access is very limited. Rants and ravings will not get consideration. To all you readers who enjoy these stories, please support Nifty with contributions and keep the Archive online. Check the Nifty home page for ways to make contributions. Without this Archive those of us who write for you will lose a wonderful resource to get our stories out. You can find links to all my other stories on Nifty under my name, Joe Hunter, listed under the J's (for Joe) in the prolific authors list. I hope you will read and enjoy! All the Best. Joe