Max’s Awakening #17
Author’s notes:
This is a slightly updated chapter that was previously submitted several days ago. I have made a few updates to clean up some minor errors.
This is Max’s recap of the first three days on Cozumel…it moves pretty fast. Our poor little friend is missing the steady diet of cock he was getting at home.
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Chapter 17 – Gaydar
Do you think there is such a thing as “Gay-dar”? You know - that thing where you can just instantly tell if someone else is gay.
I never really thought about it before, at least not before we got to Cozumel. Craig and I were in our shuttle van waiting for it to fill up and this family showed up. One of their kids, Eduardo, ended up sitting next to me as we left for our hotel. I swear, 15 seconds after he sat next to me on the van, I had that “gaydar” feeling about him, all the way to at least level 3 (of 5)!
Maybe it was the way he smiled at me when he realized we were both playing the same game on our phone? Or maybe it was because his leg just happened to be pressed up against mine? (He really didn’t have much choice with that, it wasn’t a very big seat for me, him and Craig to share.) Or maybe it was just my imagination running wild, knowing I wouldn’t be able to do anything with Cam for at least 9 days. I know it seems stupid that I’d think I have any gaydar ability, considering Cam and I were crushing on each other for months without me even feeling a hint of awareness, but I swear I just knew this boy would love to play with my dick.
His name was Eduardo and he was 13 and from somewhere in Mexico. He seemed cute to me. But more of a smart-cute, if that makes any sense. He had glasses which made him at least seem smart. He was a little taller than me but skinnier and not muscular at all. He had a neatly trimmed fade that looked good on his skinny face. He was a twin, but his brother looked nothing like him. Peter looked super athletic and more built and had a rounder face. They had a little brother and a little sister with them and also one set of their grandparents.
When we all realized we were all staying at the same hotel, Eduardo offered me his hand. “I am Eduardo,” he said in a heavy accent and with a wide smile. “We can be friends, yes?” I could tell he had to think about how to say things in English.
“Okay,” I answered, smiling. I wondered if he was having any of the same thoughts as I was.
“This is mi hermano, Peter,” he added introducing his twin.
***
I would never have believed it could happen, but I got to see Eduardo and Peter naked when we got to our hotel! Our room was ready but none of theirs were, so Craig offered to let them change clothes in our room. The rest of their family didn’t care about swimming right away, but Eduardo, Peter and their little brother Marcelo did, so the three of them brought their bags and came with us up to our room.
Craig pulled our trunks out of his backpack and went into the bathroom to change. I was really surprised that Eduardo and Peter didn’t wait to use the bathroom to change clothes, considering we just met and all. But neither of them hesitated to kick off their flip flops and push their shorts off and slip into their swim trunks. I was still taking off my socks and cleaning the lint from my toes as they changed. Peter turned away from me, so all I saw was his butt, which was pretty round - and brown of course. It was a cute butt. Eduardo was half turned from me, but was also standing in front of a mirror. He had no butt to speak off, but I got a good glimpse of his dick in the mirror and DUDE! - it looked huge on him. It seemed to hang down a long ways, at least the skin on the end did anyway.
I was afraid he caught me staring at him, but when he noticed that I was kind of looking that way, he just grinned. Hello… gaydar going to level 4!
I of course didn’t give two shits if either of them saw me naked. In fact, I was kind of curious at that point if Eduardo would try to look at me. I took my shirt off first to make sure he could have a good look if he wanted. When I took off my shorts and underwear and stood up, little Marcelo came running towards me, his eyes practically popping out of his head. He was pointing at my dick and saying something in Spanish that I couldn’t understand.
Peter immediately grabbed his arm and pushed it down and yelled at him. I am not sure what Peter said, but I guessed it was the Spanish version of “Shut up.” I guess the little guy has never seen a white boy’s dick before. Or maybe he was just really admiring my awesome six pack – HA! As I casually pulled on my trunks, Peter was trying to apologize for whatever Marcelo had said. Sadly, that meant I never got to see if Eduardo had been checking me out.
Craig must have heard the commotion because he came out of the bathroom and asked if everything was ok. Eduardo tried to apologize to Craig, but I told them it was no big deal. It’s not like I care about some 5 year old seeing me naked, or whatever. But I could tell Peter and Eduardo were mortified!
***
After we had some food, we had a sweet time playing water polo. Man, it seems like Craig knows everyone here! We seemed to get special treatment when we checked in and all the staff playing water polo knew him too.
Eduardo, Peter and I all ended up on the same team and we pummeled Craig every time he got the ball. It was hilarious. We would all jump on him and then he would drag us under the water and throw us off. Marcelo was watching from the side of the pool and would die laughing every time we had a scrum.
Craig eventually went and got Marcelo and put him on his shoulders and our team let him score and the little guy was so excited. It was fun to watch. I put him on my shoulders when Craig got tired and that was fun. He would bounce up and down any time he scored. I could feel his bony little butt hit against my back. I couldn’t understand much of what he was saying, but I didn’t need to. I knew he was having a ball.
I learned a few Spanish words while we played. “Aqui” means “here”, as in I want the ball. I learned a couple more phrases when we were done and Craig and I took turns throwing Marcelo in the air in the pool. The little guy is so skinny we could really launch him. He kept saying “Tirame” which I learned meant “throw me” and “otra vez” which means again. (Craig told me how to spell both later on). I think Craig might have gotten a little jealous (not really), because after a while, Marcelo would swim to me instead of him because I could throw him higher. It was really fun playing with him. It was kind of like having a little brother or something. I liked it.
Marcelo must have really liked me, because when we went to get ice cream he crawled up in the booth next to me and practically sat in my lap. It was really a cool feeling to have him warm up to me. It reminded me of the sleep-over back at Cam’s a few months ago when I took Spencer under my wing to get him out into the hot tub. Marcelo was a lot younger than Spencer and I had no plans to fuck his tiny little ass of course, but I still got that “feeling” about having a little brother all over again, and I liked it. It also made me realize that I needed to do more to stay close to Spencer. I really do love the dude (especially his cute uncut dick).
Craig noticed Marcelo curling up to me in the booth and gave me a big smile. While we were in the Café, a mom and her kid came in and, surprise (not!), they recognized Craig. The boy’s name was Sebastian, which I thought was a really cool name. The mom said something about having embarrassing photos of Craig from when they were there a couple years ago, but I wasn’t sure what she was talking about. But I couldn’t believe it - I swear Craig really does know everyone here!
***
It seems like everything that had been happening at the resort was making me horny. First, I had the whole ‘feeling’ about Eduardo which made my mind run a little wild thinking about doing stuff with him. Then my new friends stripped in front of me and I got to see Eduardo’s dick and Peter’s butt! And when we played water polo and were wrestling I got to feel their bodies pretty well. I swear once someone even grabbed my dick, but I might have just imagined that. I definitely brushed up against Craig’s big man dick a couple times.
Even playing with Marcelo added to my horniness a little. He had on a tiny little Speedo and I could feel his dick (or balls) against my neck when he was on my shoulders. Then when we would throw him I’d put my hand right on his cute little butt. No, I wasn’t perving on the little kid, it just reminded me of feeling Cam’s sweet ass and how much I would miss it.
I knew before we even went back to our room that I’d be jerking off in the shower before dinner.
***
After eating ice cream we played volleyball. I was a beast if I do say so myself, making some nice diving digs. Peter was pretty good too but Eduardo was pretty weak. I actually kind of felt bad for him not being to hit the ball very well. He quit after the first game and went to get something to drink.
Peter kept trying to flirt with these older girls from Chile that could totally rock at volleyball. I was on the other team, so I could easily observe them interact. Peter was between them and when he would try to say something to the girls, they would look at each other and smirk. I don’t think he’s going to have much luck with them lol.
When volleyball broke up, I went and joined Eduardo in the pool. After I got a drink, he told me to follow him and we went to a quiet corner of the pool so we could talk. He started asking me some basic questions, like how old I am, if I had any brothers or sisters, if I liked soccer and stuff like that. Sometimes, I wasn’t sure he understood me. I wished I knew a little more Spanish.
“Marcelo really like you,” he said.
“Yeah, I know. He’s a cool kid,” I answered.
He held his hand out and rocked it back and forth. The universal sign for ‘sorta’. “He can be pain,” he added. “Like before, in your… habitacion,” he said, pointing up to the hotel building. I assumed he meant room.
“It’s fine. I don’t mind being seen naked. It’s no big deal,” I answered. I thought about telling him how I’d been to a nude beach even, but decided against it.
“So, in USA, you have… novia?” he asked.
I wasn’t sure what that meant. “No-vee-what?” I asked.
“You know, um… a girl that you,” he answered and then pretended to kiss someone.
“Oh, me, NO! No no-vee-o?” I answered, trying to pronounce the word he used.
He started laughing. “No! No! No! Not no-vee-O. No-vee-AH. Novio is…um… like boyfriend,” he explained.
“Oh,” I said giggling a bit and covering my mouth a bit. “OK. How do you say I have in Spanish,” I asked him.
“Tango,” he told me.
“Ok then. Tengo an novio,” I said. I don’t know why I decided to tell him that, I just did. I figured I could always tell him I was joking or just pretend to have been confused or something. His eyes got a little wide and he cracked a little smile and then looked at me quizzically.
And then Peter and Craig barged in before we could say any more on the topic.
***
When we all went back up to get ready for dinner, Eduardo and Peter came to our room to get their bags. We were eating dinner with them and had about an hour to kill before we were meeting at the restaurant. When they left, Eduardo & Peter said adios, but Eduardo gave me an extra little wave and a smile. It only made me think my intuition was right about him.
Once they were gone, Craig asked me about what had happened earlier with Marcelo. I told him about Marcelo pointing at my dick and asking about something. “I guess he’s never seen a big white boy dick,” I told Craig, half joking. Craig reminded me that what he was really probably pointing out was that I was circumcised, not white. That actually made a lot more sense. But I didn’t really care which one it was, neither one bothered me. Especially not now that Marcelo thinks I’m the coolest guy on the planet! Or at least at the resort.
Cam had sent me a couple of sexy pics on Snapchat, so when I showered I jerked off thinking of him AND also a little bit about Eduardo. It was good to finally relieve a little of my horniness. Though it doesn’t seem like having an orgasm keeps me from thinking about sex for very long these days. Even when I was getting out of the shower, I was thinking I’d probably need to jerk it again before bed.
Craig and I watched some cruise ships sail away from our deck while we waited to go to dinner. It was cool. It made me realize I probably had parked right by this hotel the time I came to Cozumel on a cruise a few years ago. (The one when my dad first took me to the nude beach on St. Marten.) That Sebastian kid and his mom spotted us from down by the pool and waved. I shook my head at Craig. I told him he was like a kid magnet or something. I swear all kids think he’s the coolest, which, in a way, he is. I teased him about having to share my ‘dad’ this whole trip with all these other kids.
He gave me a hug and told me I was special to him. That made me feel really good inside. I gave him a hug. We started talking about the Mexican family and Craig told me that it would probably be a good idea not to tell them I was gay. He said most Mexicans are super catholic and religious and would likely be pretty judgmental.
I didn’t tell him what I was thinking about Eduardo maybe being gay. Craig said he didn’t think either him or Peter seemed gay at all to him. That made me think I was just imagining it all, you know, like wishful thinking. After Craig explained that about Mexican families, I was suddenly kind of glad that Craig and Peter had interrupted our conversation in the pool.
***
When we went to dinner that night, Marcelo ran up to me and jumped in my arms. He even kissed me on the cheek with everyone watching. It made me kind of embarrassed. He only gave Craig a hug.
I sat between the little guy and Eduardo at dinner. Marcelo kept smiling at me and grabbing my arm . I wish I knew what he was saying without Craig having to translate all the time. It might have been an accident, but I swear Eduardo kept brushing his knee up against mine. I tried to put it out of my mind, considering Craig’s warning earlier.
***
I was exhausted by the time we went back up to our room to crash. It was really odd, but the whole time I’d been in the room earlier, it never registered with me that there was only one bed. I guess I was too distracted thinking about Eduardo and the whole thing with Marcelo to notice. I hadn’t thought about having to share a bed with Craig, but apparently I was going to. Craig reminded me we had shared a bed in Madison after Cam and I had our spat. It was no big deal, but I was afraid Craig wouldn’t want me to sleep naked. In Madison I had just taken my underwear off after I got into bed without telling him. I didn’t know if he’d think that was inappropriate to do for a whole 9 nights, but god I hate sleeping in clothes, ANY clothes. Thank god he told me to do whatever I wanted when I asked.
And I was wrong about being horny by bedtime and needing to jerk off again. I was too tired that night to think about sex and actually fell asleep really fast.
It didn’t stop me from waking up with a raging boner though, thoughts of Cam and Eduardo filling my head. The only thing preventing me from squeezing out a load was Craig rushing me out the door to get breakfast before the buffet closed. We had both slept quite late.
***
Our dive boat was picking us up at the dock at about 12:15, so we didn’t have much time after breakfast to do much other than to get changed and organize Craig’s dive gear. I put on my new speedo and my regular swim trunks and threw on a rash guard. I could tell I had already gotten a little too much sun the day before. In our haste to start having fun, we didn’t do a good job of putting on sunscreen.
After spending the whole day yesterday with Eduardo and his family, it seemed kind of odd all of a sudden not to be around them. We didn’t see them at breakfast or around the pool when we headed back up to our room. It’s weird, but I kind of missed being around them. We had bonded really fast.
Thankfully, we did spot them on the way out to the pier. They were down by the beach and playing in the ocean and snorkeling. We only had time to wave at them before hopping on our dive boat.
***
I thought diving would get my mind off of sex, but when we got aboard I saw that one of the other two divers was a smoking hot blonde boy that looked a lot like Cam. He had his same hair style and color and everything. He was even from Houston, where Cam was from! What the fuck is with this place? Am I just like overly horny or does everything on this trip make me thing of sex?
His name was Charlie and he seemed pretty cool, at least at first. He and his dad were the only other two divers and I quickly learned that Charlie was also doing his certification and check out dives. We talked a little bit as the boat zipped down the coast to our first dive site. I started getting a little nervous when Adrian the dive master started going over the instructions. This was real. I wasn’t going to be in a 10’ pool… I was going to the bottom of the big fucking ocean.
Charlie lost all coolness when it came time to get suited up. Craig and I both pushed off our regular trunks and stood in our Speedos as we worked on pulling on our wetsuits. I saw the little fuckhead smirk and laugh and whisper something to his dad. Even his dad chuckled a little before managing to wipe the smile off his face. Craig didn’t see it, but I did. I guess it’s a case of like father like son.
I actually took some enjoyment in watching them both struggle pulling their wetsuits on over their bulky trunks. Craig definitely had it right – it was much easier to do wearing a Speedo.
Besides that – the diving was really awesome. Adrian had Charlie and I practice the basic moves to prove we had learned our skills in the pool. I must say I was better at them than he was and that made me feel better somehow. Charlie had to do a couple of them twice to get them right.
Then we just drifted along the bottom with the current, checking things out. We came across a huge eagle ray and saw a bunch of lobsters. We also saw a huge grouper and more fish than I can’t even remember.
Our second dive wasn’t as great as far as seeing things, but I did enjoy Charlie getting in trouble for grabbing a turtle. That was the one cool thing we saw after going through more skills. What was Charlie’s problem? Did he not read the part in the book about not touching ANYTHING under the ocean? Did he not hear Adrian remind us all not to touch the sea life and coral and all that? I decided that he had heard, but he was just an entitled little prick.
When we got back aboard the boat, Adrian gave him a good talking to. He told him that diving was serious business and there was no room for fucking around. His dad tried to support him. “It was just one turtle,” he said to Adrian. Adrian wasn’t having any of it though, and it was fucking great to watch.
I decided once I peeled off my wetsuit, I was just going to sit there in my Speedo. Craig put his regular trunks back on, but I didn’t. I figured it was a great way to thumb my nose at the little shit. At least my mind was finally off of sex.
We dropped Charlie and his dad off at another resort on the way back up the coast to ours. After we had pulled away, Adrian was shaking his head about them still. “Thank you Max for being a fantastic student. YOU - I will love diving with always. I can tell. Some others, *sigh*,” he said to me.
“Are they going to be with us again tomorrow? Please say no” Craig asked. “I don’t care for either of them.”
“Me either,” answered Adrian. “But, sadly, yes they are on the schedule to finish their check out dives with you tomorrow. You guys are our only certifications this week.” Craig grumbled and shook his head. “I’ll see when they are scheduled for the open sea dives later in the week and make sure you aren’t with them after tomorrow, OK? I’ll put them with someone else. Promise.” I liked Adrian. He was chill.
Oh, Adrian had on a black speedo too, so he knows what’s what.
***
On the way back to our hotel, the boat captain let me climb up on the roof of the boat above him. I got some good sun up there with just my sexy blue speedo on. It gave me an idea that if I got really tanned, Cam would find it really sexy for me to have a speedo tan line. I mean, I know it would be super hot if he had one.
I didn’t bother to put anything else back on when we got back to the hotel. I strutted in wearing just the speedo. Oh and my flip flops. We walked by the volleyball court where Peter was playing again along with the cute older girls from Chile. It was funny. The girls stopped and begged me to play. “We need another player Max. Come, play,” they both motioned.
The look on Peter’s face was priceless. I had to turn them down though. I was starving and needed food. “Where’s Eduardo?” I asked Peter.
“I dunno,” he shrugged. “Main pool maybe?”
Craig and I ordered burgers from the snack bar and sat down. “If you’re going to parade around like that, you might want to learn Portuguese or German,” he told me.
“Why’s that?” I asked.
“Well, because the only boys your age who would wear a speedo so proudly would be from Brazil or Germany,” he told me. “But don’t worry, considering how much attention you got from the Chilean girls, I bet Peter begs his mom to take him shopping for one tonight.” I cracked up laughing. Craig must have noticed his face too. It was kind of funny watching Peter strike out so badly. “Are you sure you don’t want to try playing for the other team Max? I think you’d have a pretty good shot with those girls. They ARE pretty cute.”
I made a “yuk” face. “No way. I’ll pass,” I told him. Who wants to play with boobs and smelly pussy?
***
I thought about playing volleyball with Peter, but decided to go see what Eduardo was doing instead. I also wanted to head back up to my room to grab my phone to see if Cam or anyone else had texted me while we were diving.
We found Eduardo (and his dad and Marcelo) in the main pool playing water volleyball. He was excited to see me and waved us into the game. He also seemed to look just a little longer than he should at my crotch. We jumped right in and started playing. That Sebastian kid was playing too and Craig quickly had him in giggles, along with half the other kids who were in the game. He has this ability to be a smartass and tease you and make you laugh without being weird about it. It’s really funny.
We went to the bar after the game. Eduardo told me we missed water polo and that it wasn’t as fun without me. He asked about my diving and I tried to tell him about what we saw, but I didn’t know the Spanish words for most of the animals. He wanted to know if we saw any tiburons (sharks). I could tell he was one of those people who are scared of sharks in the water. I told him we didn’t.
The topic of dinner came up when Eduardo’s dad asked what we had planned. Craig told him we hadn’t made any reservations and were just planning to take a cab into town and get some tacos. Eduardo’s ears perked up at the mention of tacos. “I love tacos, mucho,” he whispered to me.
Eduardo’s dad told Craig that Eduardo would be jealous. He told Craig that Eduardo loves tacos, but hates seafood, and they were going to the seafood restaurant tonight because Peter and his in-laws love lobster. “We will probably have to get him something at the buffet, after,” Andres told Craig.
And then Craig scores again! “Why don’t you just let him come get tacos with us?” he asked Andres.
Eduardo was eavesdropping on them just like I was and his face lit up. “Por favor Papa,” he interjected immediately. (I’d learned some Spanish…yay me! Please dad!”)
I thought his dad might try to be polite, but he didn’t really put up a fuss. “Are you sure you wouldn’t mind?” he asked.
“Not at all. Besides, I am sure Max would love the company, wouldn’t you Max?”
I gave him a thumbs up. “Si, si!” I replied. Hey, I was learning.
***
We met Eduardo in the lobby before we caught a cab to town. He was clearly excited to be going with us. I couldn’t tell if it was because he wasn’t going to have to eat seafood, got to eat tacos, or because he got to hang out with us instead of his family. But he was way more upbeat and happy than he had been during the past several days.
Craig took us to this small, but busy, taco shop way off the beaten path. Most of the other people there were people that lived on the island. Being about the only white people there made me feel a little weird. There was just one other table of gringos. Craig told me not to worry about it. He said we were fine and that he’d been there several times. Something about having Eduardo along made me a little more comfortable too.
The waiter was actually really nice though and brought Craig a beer and a coke for Eduardo and me. They still had Coke in those really cool shaped bottles. It was kind of neat. While we waited for our tacos, Craig had Eduardo try to teach me some Spanish slang. I forgot most of it right away, but I managed to remember ‘Mierda!’, which you use to say “Shit!” or maybe in place of “Fuck!”.
While we were talking I got a Snapchat from Cam. It was from about 30 minutes before but had just come through because of the spotty service we had way back in the city. It was a picture of him and Noah in his hot tub. “Look who is here” the caption said. I showed it to Craig and Eduardo. “Looks like Cam and Noah are becoming friends,” I commented.
“Those are your amigos?” Eduardo asked.
“Yes. Noah,” I said pointing to him on my phone. “He and I have been friends since we were in preschool,” I explained. Eduardo didn’t understand ‘preschool’, but Craig explained it to him. “And Cam, this one is my boy –.“ I started to say boyfriend before I felt Craig’s knee jab into mine. “My other best friend,” I said, catching myself. I almost did another one of those Freudian slips. I gave Craig a knowing glance of thanks. Eduardo hadn’t said anything at all about our conversation in the pool yesterday, so I assume it was all forgotten, if he even understood what I was trying to tell him in the first place.
“You should send him a pic back with our new friend,” Craig suggested. Eduardo and Craig scooted next to me and we took a selfie and I sent it back to Cam. I had mentioned to Cam that I made some new friends but hadn’t told him much about Eduardo yet. Earlier, in the room when we were getting ready, I actually had told him more about Charlie the asshole and how Peter was striking out with the Chilean girls who wanted to eat me up in my hot sexy speedo. He died laughing at that.
Cam answered back with just a text message. “Nice pic. He’s kinda cute. J”
“Ha. A little.” I responded.
“I got something else to tell you” he messaged back.
“What?” I answered.
“Remember when we stayed at Noah’s? Noah was awake when you sucked me.”
“Oh shit. He told you?”
“Yeah”
“He’s not mad I hope?” I answered. I guessed Noah wasn’t, or he probably wouldn’t be hanging out with Cam. Or maybe he was just mad at ME.
“Nah. He said it just made him horny” Cam replied.
“Bullshit.” It seemed like something Cam would make up just to be funny.
“No really. But don’t worry, I took care of that.” What the hell did he mean by that?
“???”
“He let me suck him…boom!” I about dropped my phone from shock when I read that. I couldn’t believe it. I didn’t think Noah would ask me to do it ever again. I for sure didn’t think he’d ever let Cam.
“GTFO” I sent back.
“No really. Damn his cock IS nice.” Wow! He was serious.
“You’re not joking are you???” I had to be 100% sure.
“Nope. And you know what else?” he replied.
“Wat?” I couldn’t imagine what else there could be.
“He even played with my dick a little.” I bet my jaw dropped.
I was blown away. My little straight best and longest friend let Cam suck him and even played with Cam’s dick. Son of a bitch! Maybe my fantasy of Cam and I sucking Noah off together wasn’t so far-fetched after all. My cock was rising in my shorts just thinking about it.
Craig noticed I was buried in my phone and cleared his throat to get my attention. He glanced at Eduardo. I got his message. I was being rude. “Oh sorry, um, Cam just had something important to tell me.”
The only thing that managed to get my mind off sex and my raging boner was the delivery of our tacos. Jesus…these things were the best fucking thing on the planet. I could eat these tacos every day for the rest of my life.
But their distraction was temporary. Twice Eduardo looked over as I was trying to adjust my boner in my pants and smiled at me. Did he really notice what I was doing or just being happy? Dammit! I just couldn’t figure this kid out. Half of me was thinking this boy definitely wants to fool around and the other half of me was more like “chill the fuck out you’re just imagining shit”. I tried to focus on my tacos but then I swear to god I saw him adjust himself to hide a boner bulge of his own. “Stop Max,” I told myself. You’re going to drive yourself crazy.
***
After dinner we walked all over downtown Cozumel. It was really cool. I got pictures of Eduardo and I on those huge “C O Z U M E L” letters and by the fountain and by the ocean. Craig joined us for a few selfies too and I posted them on Instagram while we waited for a cab to take us back to the hotel.
I still don’t know if Eduardo is gay or not, but either way I really like hanging out with him. He’s nice and funny, and yeah, kinda cute too. While we were at dinner and talking, he told us some things that made it sound like his parents give Peter more attention – because he does sports and is better in school. That kind of pissed me off and made me want to be Eduardo’s friend even more, even if he didn’t want to let me play with his big Mexican dick.
***
When we got back to the hotel we caught up with Eduardo’s fam at the karaoke show. It was ok to watch. Marcelo was super happy to see me and immediately jumped into my lap…..which was cute and all, but damn it, I still had a bit of a boner and he was bouncing up and down to the music and it was rubbing against my dick. Considering my mind was still picturing Cam sucking Noah, as well as my ongoing thoughts of Eduardo, I finally had to push him off me or I was going to cream my shorts. Honest.
I told him I had to go to the bathroom and I took off for the restroom near the outdoor theater and locked myself into the last stall. I shoved my pants down and took my aching cock into my hands and quietly – well at least I hope it was quiet – jerked off into a wad of toilet paper. It didn’t take me but a minute to explode. God it felt so good to have a release! I stood in the stall for a couple minutes catching my breath before rejoining everyone.
***
Our dive the next day was cool. Even with Charlie the prick along on boat. I basically ignored him and made sure I stripped down to my speedo again when we were done diving, just to fuck with them. I almost straight up told them I was a fag, just to piss them off, but I didn’t think Craig would appreciate that. Fuck him AND his asshole dad. When we dropped them off they both looked back at us with this stupid grin that made me want to jump of the boat and go punch them. Such assholes! As we drove off I flipped them off with both hands, even though they weren’t looking. Even Adrian and Craig laughed at that.
I decided I liked just wearing my speedo around the resort. If I couldn’t be naked, like at the nudist resort, this was the next best thing. Plus, I was working on that tan line that I knew would really turn Cam on. As soon as we got back, I went in search of Eduardo and found them finishing up a game of water polo. We managed to get in on the tail end of it. Armando put me on the team going against Eduardo and Peter and they both would jump on me. Peter was more of a little bitch though. Eduardo was more playful. Once, my speedo got pulled down and half the pool probably saw my ass. Eduardo apologized, but kind of grinned too. I winked at him and he laughed.
As the game ended, I really needed to pee. I told Eduardo I was running to the bathroom and he said he had to go to. He and I walked together to the nearby bathroom. We stood side by side at the two urinals, which I had noticed before had no dividers. I won’t lie. I was excited about maybe being able to get another look at his dick.
Now, I’m not saying he was showing his dick off to me, but he sure as hell wasn’t hiding it either!!! He didn’t get close up to the urinal at all and he pushed his swim trunks down pretty far. Of course I looked. How could I not??? His dick might not be as big as I thought when I caught a glimpse in our room, but it was still bigger than mine was. I figured being in the pool had them shriveled up a little bit. I could see some black hairs sticking up around the base of his dick and his piss flowed out of a long skin.
I tried to tell if he was looking at me, but since he was taller, it was really hard to tell. But as he got done pissing, he took the time to peel back his skin revealing an amazing smooth, shiny pink head. He skinned it two or three times. My heart raced. He HAD to be doing this for me. There was no way I was imagining this. I decided right then I was going to have him come up to my room with me to get my phone. I would figure out some way then to see if he would let me touch his dick. I figured I could ask him about the whole Marcelo incident or something as a way to start the conversation. Or maybe I would just grab his dick and hope I had it right.
He pulled up before me and turned around. I had just turned around myself when I saw his feet fly out from under him and he smacked down on the tile - hard. I had noticed the floor was wet when I came in, so he probably slipped on a wet patch. “Mierda!!!!!!!!” he yelled, which I instantly understood.
I rushed to him. “Are you okay?” I asked. He was grabbing his elbow and groaning… “Mierda, Mierda, Mierda!”
God damn it my luck. So much for having him come up to my room to maybe get naughty. I helped him to his feet and took him to his dad who called the lifeguard over who tested out his arm and eventually gave him an ice pack to hold on his elbow.
I stayed with him by the side of the pool and we watched some people play volleyball. “Sorry, I am very stupid,” he said.
“You’re not stupid. Just an accident Eduardo,” I told him.
“You should go play, not sit here,” he told me.
“Nah, I don’t really feel like it.” Truth was I was really bummed. I thought I was about to get my hands, and maybe even my mouth on his hot dick. And now I didn’t think I could try to do that with him in pain. I thought it would be a dick move to abandon him too, so we just kind of chilled in silence. At least we were in the sun, which meant I was working on my speedo tanline.
I did finally get him to come with me to the bar and we got something to drink. We had made plans to just all eat at the buffet that night, so I finally decided to head back up to my room. I was kind of tired, wanted to lie down for a while and also check my phone. Truth was, I was just bummed that I thought I was about to make a breakthrough with Eduardo only to have it foiled by a stupid accident. I just wanted a few minutes alone.
Actually getting back to my phone wasn’t so great either, as I had messages from Cam telling me he sucked Noah off again before he got picked up by Jackson. I guess at least he didn’t suck Jackson off too. That would have made me really jealous. I ended up calling him and telling him all about Eduardo and the night before and the whole scene at the urinals. Cam agreed with me that he was maybe kind of flirting but told me to be careful. It made me feel a little better just sharing the past few days with Cam. He told me good luck. “Hey, once you get in his pants, maybe he’ll be up to letting me watch you two,” he suggested. I would just like to get my hands on some dick. I honestly didn’t know it would be so rough being away from Cam.
***
That night’s show was a trivia contest and Craig and Andres ended up competing on stage on a team. Part of the show involved taking Tequila shots if you got an answer wrong and Craig ended up drunker than I’d ever seen him. It was okay, at least we weren’t diving the next day. His favorite bartender was also keeping him supplied with endless mojitos - strong ones.
By the time we went back to our room, he was a little wobbly. OK, maybe he was a lot wobbly. It was kind of funny actually. It was really hot and muggy that night and we were both really sweaty from being outside at the Trivia contest. We also both smelled like bug spray – it had rained over night and the mosquitoes were bad and we had to spray ourselves to not get eaten alive. I felt gross.
“I’m going to need a shower before I crash,” Craig managed to get out between burps as he leaned against the wall just inside our door. I went to watch TV while he stumbled into the shower. I kind of felt bad for him. I knew he would have a headache the next day.
He was in the shower forever. I almost thought about going to check on him, afraid that maybe he had passed out in there or something. But then he came out with a towel wrapped around his waist. He went to the fridge, pulled out a bottle of water and swallowed some Advil he had in his first and then guzzled some water. The funny thing was that he couldn’t manage all that and hold the towel around him and it slid off, baring his butt and dick to me. “Sorry little man,” he said pulling it back up.
He stumbled towards bed. “Looks like I’m joining the commando brigade tonight,” he muttered as he dropped the towel and climbed into bed. I laughed. He was so wasted.
***
I took a shower myself. By the time I came back out Craig was out cold and snoring. I crawled into bed and pulled the covers up and tried to think of something other than my frustrations. I was horny as fuck. My boyfriend was home sucking my best friend’s dick and I was getting teased by this cute Mexican boy while his 5 year old little brother was making me almost cream my pants - albeit unintentionally. I was so close to maybe crossing over with Eduardo and then the stupid wet tile fucked it all up. I was too frustrated to even jerk off. I was hoping for a better tomorrow.
It took me a little while to fall asleep, so I slept pretty late into the morning. By the time I woke up, the room was already pretty bright with sunlight coming in through the curtains. I leaned up and looked over Craig to the clock on his nightstand. It was almost 10:00. We would probably miss breakfast. Craig was still out, but he had finished his bottle of water and it lay on its side on the nightstand.
I lay back down and tried to clear my head. I heard Craig mumble something and then moan. I think he must have been dreaming. I am not sure what made me look, but I peeked under the covers. Craig had gone to bed naked and he still was. He was on his side, facing me, and his dick was rock hard and pointing right at me. It looked so big, and hairy…. and tasty and inviting.
I remembered back in Madison, when Craig first suggested I wake Max up with a blow job. “Everyone guy would like that,” he said. “I would, as long as I liked the person of course,” he had added. He likes me, right? I’d been wanting to find a cool way to thank him for all the stuff he’s done for me, right?
I wish I had put more thought into it before I acted. But I didn’t. I was maybe too horny, or too frustrated. I crawled under the blanket, scooted down the bed, and took Craig’s hard cock into my mouth.
** End of Chapter 17 **
Author’s note:
It will be a bit before I get the next installment out… I have to travel to visit some ailing relatives for the upcoming holidays…and after building up to this moment now for 37 chapters, I want to make sure to get it right!
Thanks to all of you that have stuck with this story. Whether you celebrate Christmas, Hanukah, Festivus or just the upcoming New Year, have a great holiday season.
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