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CHAPTER ONE
I'm sitting in a first class seat on an airplane, en route to New York City. As I recline in the plush leather seat, a cute blonde boy taps my shoulder and tells me to look out the window. Skyscrapers rising through the clouds. Buildings familiar only from photos and movies. The pilot tells us to prepare for landing. I still can't believe I'm here. I barely know the boy I'm with, and I've never even been to New York. Even more, I was in school for the last day of sophomore year just two days ago.
Let me catch up.
It's been a long fucking school year. I like my high school in California, near San Diego, but I'm so glad it's the summer. Finally, I'm free. I rolled out of bed, alarm clock free, the first day of a summer I hoped would be excellent. I made my way down the hall of the house I share with my mom. In the bathroom, I turned on the shower and inspected myself in the mirror while the water warmed. My hair is perfectly messy, medium length brown falling over my green eyes. I took off my t-shirt to reveal my relatively well developed chest and faintly visible abs. I like it that way. I slid off my boxers, 7 inches of morning wood poking out. I barely have any pubes since I shaved last weekend. When I think I have a chance at hooking up with a guy, I always do this the night before. But it never did happen last weekend. My encounters tend to be much more unpredictable. This proved true that afternoon.
I planned on spending most of the summer with my best friend Katy. She was going away, but for the time she was around, we'd be inseperable. She has a car, so we'd drive around the city looking for fun. I walked a few blocks to meet her for lunch around 1:00. I was sitting at the front of a cafe, waiting for her when she called.
"Kyle?" she began.
"I can't come today. I'm leaving for Europe early, and I have to pack."
It was Saturday. She's leaving with her family on Sunday this week, instead of next week. Katy's parents are a little eccentric, and very rich, so I wasn't surprised.
"Will I get to see you before you leave?" I asked.
"I don't know, but--"
"Hey, I think you're friend is in here," I interjected.
"Who? Say hi!"
It was her friend Alex. He was gorgeous. He had dirty blonde hair, brown eyes and an amazing smile. He was pretty slim, but had biceps that bulged out of his t-shirts when he moved his arms the right way. He was wearing plaid shorts that showed his amazing ass and chiseled calves. We had met briefly at a party once, but had only waved and said hi. There, Katy had told me the best part: he was bi, and very open about it.
Katy put me on hold while she spoke to her mom. I was about to buy a drink, when Alex made eye contact with me. He smiled, and I grinned back. Did he remember me? He stood up and walked over to me.
"Kyle, right?" he asked.
"Yeah," I mustered. I was so preoccupied dreaming about him, I hadn't comprehended that we were really talking.
"Meeting anyone?" After finally hearing his voice, I realized he had an accent. English. And so hot.
"I was supposed to meet Katy, but she's leaving for vacation early."
He smiled. "I just came for a bite to eat. You busy?"
"Not at all."
I then noticed that Katy had hung up her phone call. She did, however, leave a text message that read, "have fun." Did she hear me talking to Alex? I slid my phone into the pocket of my jeans and looked up for Alex. He was gone, no, he was at the door, smiling excitedly and waving me over. I replied to Katy saying, "I will," and ran over to the door. He opened the door and I followed him out onto the street where we began walking.
"So, I didn't know you had an accent," I said.
"I do," he answered. "I'm from London, but we move around a lot because my Dad works for a hotel company."
"So you won't be here for long?" I asked, trying not to sound concerned.
"He starts up new hotels and then we move on to a new city. They're all really nice, and he's the best."
I tried to continue the conversation. "Do you like moving around?"
"Actually, yeah. I've been everywhere and I get to do so many things."
"Don't you miss your friends from London?"
"I keep in touch, but I have made friends around the world. We're leaving tomorrow, for most of the summer. We'll be stopping in every city he's worked in to check on the hotels," he said. It sounded like fun, but I was disappointed. What would I do while Katy was gone? I thought I might end up hanging out with Alex.
"Do you have any siblings to chill with?"
"Nope. Just me, my mum and dad. But they're always out so I have to find stuff to do on my own."
"Like what?" I was intrigued.
"Well they said I could bring a friend along," he said smiling. "But I really don't know anyone that well here."
Was he inviting me? That would be amazing. Mom wanted me to find somewhere to go, too. "How about you come over and meet my parents?"
I was absolutely thrilled. Our brief walk had led us right to the steps of a sleek, high rise building with a dark red awning. A hotel. Silently, I followed Alex through a revolving door and into a luxurious, expensive lobby. He turned around and flashed that amazing smile, before leading me to the elevators. He pressed the up button, and two silver doors seperated. We stepped inside, the doors closed, and he punched in Floor 43. The ascent began.
"So, is Katy your girlfriend?" he asked, with a hint of sarcasm.
I answered how I think he wanted me to. "I thought you knew--"
"I do." He grinned.
He leaned against the wall, close enough that our hands brushed. Floor 27. He pushed into me a little closer, and gently touched my fingers. I let him, and our hands laced together. In one quick spin, I was up against the wall, and this beautiful Brit I had just met had his tongue in my mouth. He pressed into me, and I could feel his erection growing. As I started to fall into a rhythm kissing him, the doors flung open.
Alex quickly pulled away and tugged on my hand. We ran down the plush hallway and stopped at a door. He removed a key card from his pocket, inserted it in the slot, and swung open the door to reveal an enormous suite.
"Welcome to my hotel," he said, and pushed the door shut behind him.
Alex slipped off his brown flip flops. I pulled out my cell phone and checked the time. 2:15 PM. Only twenty minutes had passed since I arrived at the cafe!
Out of nowhere, a middle aged woman with shoulder length blonde hair appeared. She was wearing a green polo shirt and looked friendly.
"Who's this, Aly?" she asked Alex, in an accent that sounded German, Swedish or something.
"This is my friend Kyle," he replied. I waved. "Alex, this is my Mum."
She said hi, and introduced herself as Heidi. Definitely Swedish.
"He's coming with us tomorrow."
"Is he?" she asked, with the same smile as Alex.
"Well, you said I could bring someone. He can go home and pack, and we'l pick him up tomorrow morning."
She walked away. I told Alex I'd need to ask my mom, and hope she'd let me use my savings to pay.
"The hotel company pays for everything. You don't need to bring a dime."
Everything worked out. I exchanged phone numbers with Alex, talked to Katy, explained everything to my mom (she talked to Heidi) and spent the whole night packing. At 7:30 the next morning, a limo pulled up to my house. The driver got out, helped me put my bags in the car and opened the door. Inside, it was only Alex.
"Are you ready?" he asked in his accent.
I could only try and smile. I was so excited, and so nervous.
"My dad's already there, and my mum's leaving tonight. We'll be at the airport soon." I was glad Alex knew what he was doing. I could never survive alone on an adventure of this scale. I didn't even know where our first stop was.
I asked, "where are we going?"
He gently slipped his hand under my shorts and felt the inside of my thigh. I could only imagine what this trip would bring between us.
"New York," he said. His voice was full of seduction and surprise.
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