Lust in Miami

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• Leo

Ch. 2 – A Dream

I plastered a fake smile on my face and turned around. "Anthony. It's so nice to see you." I held out my hand.

With an odd look on his face Anthony shook my hand. "I really didn't expect you to come tonight."

"Well, since you insisted so much that we had to talk there was not much else for me to do."

It took half a second to scan Anthony up and down, but what I registered in half a second definitely shocked me for several moments. His black hair had grown to be past his ears, which was quite a change from his usual buzz cut and gave him a rugged, sexy look. He had grown by probably two inches, making him tower even more over me. His skin was darker than I remember it being, not sun-kissed so much as it was sun-fucked with a golden tan. His eyes sparkled even more than I remembered, and the mesmerizing color spectrum of them shocked me. His broad shoulders filled out the beautiful crimson sweater he was wearing, and his black jeans worked nicely with his powerful legs. I didn't even want to see how his ass looked in these jeans. He was wearing really nice brown leather boots on his feet and along with his jeans the combination looked great on him. It was all topped off perfectly with a single, beautiful gold chain hanging from his neck.

I pursed my lips and looked expectantly at the hostess.

"Gentlemen, your table is ready." She led the way to our table. Walking behind her I made sure I was in front of Anthony so I didn't have to look at his body even more. She led us to a table which was on a wall that had a bank of windows. It had a great view of the Miami River and the rest of Brickell.

"Here are your menus gentlemen. Your server will be with you in a moment." After she walked away, I hid my face behind the menu.

Anthony cleared his throat subtly. I peeked over my menu. "Yes?"

"Matthew, the reason I wanted to meet up was to talk, not to hide behind menus."

I blushed and set my menu down. "Fine."

We stared at each other for several minutes in silence until our server arrived. "Good evening gentlemen. My name is Ricki and I will be your server today. Can I get you started on anything to drink?"

I looked at Ricki and batted my eyelashes. If Anthony wants to do this, I am going to make it unbearable for him. "Yes, Ricki. I'll have a Lover's Kiss. And could I have a side of strawberries and chocolate along with it please?" Ricki nodded and looked at Anthony.

He raised his eyebrows and grinned slyly. "I'll have a bottle of your best Rosé and a dish of cherries on the side, please."

Once a furiously blushing Ricki was done with our order he walked rather quickly away.

I looked at Anthony straight in the eye. "Rosé? What made you choose that?"

"Hmm. I believe the same thing that made you order a Lover's Kiss. But it is a pretty good drink, I have to admit."

I buried my face in my menu again when it was tipped down by Anthony's finger. "What did I say about talking?"

With another fake smile, I set down my menu. "I already know everything on the menu anyway."

"Good." Anthony took a sip of his water. "So, how was your summer?"

I raised my eyebrows. Really? Okay, game on. "Oh, it was uneventful. I have to say, though, this past spring was really fun. I went out with Jason pretty much every weekend. I had a blast."

Anthony's face went pale at the mention of Jason and this past spring. Ha, I got him! "Oh, well that's unfortunate."

"Unfortunate? Oh, it was far from that. Why do you say?"

"Well, I mean spring was when we...you know." He looked down at his hands.

I cocked my head and made my fake smile even bigger. "No, I don't know. What?"

He sighed heavily and his brow was furrowed. "I want to be civil with you, Little M."

"Don't call me that!"

The tables near us went quiet. I looked down at my hands and hid my face. Just then, Ricki arrived with our drinks and set them down on our table. Suddenly the Lover's Kiss felt stupid.

Anthony took a sip of his Rosé and took a cherry from the dish in front of him. I looked at him and studied him for a moment. His strong jaw was set firmly, and I knew he was angry because he always set his jaw that way whenever I used to tease him. His beautiful blue/green/honey eyes were dark and brooding, and I knew from many times of going out without him that meant he was in a grumpy mood. His lips were pursed, which meant that he was either disgusted by the 30 year old Rosé or he was disgusted with my attitude. His arms were crossed over his beautiful body, meaning he didn't want to give anything away, and his back was set straight against the back of the chair, meaning he was nervous or tense about the situation.

Setting his glass down, he said, "You know, it doesn't have to be this difficult."

I took a sip of my Lover's Kiss and bit my lip. It was too sweet. Looking into his eyes, I sighed and leaned back into my chair. "It's difficult for me."

He sighed in exasperation. I could see his eyes were glazing over. He was really upset. "You still talk to Jason?"

I squinted at him. "Of course I do. He's my best friend."

He nodded softly and took another sip of his drink. "Well, I think maybe this dinner was a mistake."

"Why, because I'm friends with Jason? You dragged me all the way out here. We may as well talk like you wanted to."

"Alright, then answer me. Why did you leave?"

Just then, Ricki came up to our table. "So, gentlemen, ready to order?"

I couldn't breathe. Why would he ask me something like that? He didn't know why I left? In the back of my mind I heard Anthony mutter his order to Ricki, and then Ricki turned expectantly to me.

"Umm, I'll just have the chicken." Both men raised their eyebrows, but I could care less. I wasn't in the mood for this bullshit.

"Certainly, sir. Grilled, broiled or fried?"

"Grilled."

"Lemon-pepper, honey barbeque, or rotisserie?"

"Lemon-pepper."

"And what sides would you like with your chicken?"

I sighed. Fuck it. "Screw the chicken, I'll have the New York strip steak. Medium-rare, charred on the skin, a side of arugula with lemon-zest vinaigrette and a half order of the spare ribs and a foie gras."

Anthony grinned and looked up at Ricki. "I believe that will be all." Ricki walked away with our menus. "Looks like you got your appetite back."

I couldn't even look at him. "I guess so."

"Look, Matt, if you don't want to tell me why you left, I understand."

I looked at him incredulously. "Really? Well I'm glad I have your understanding." I took a sip of my too-sweet Lover's Kiss. It was making me sick. Or maybe this conversation was making me sick.

"Matthew, I am trying really hard to be civil."

"Why do you have to try hard at anything, Anthony? You got what you wanted. I'm here, aren't I? Despite the fact that I hinted a dozen times I didn't want to do this, I am here. "

"I honestly thought you would be excited to see me..." The hurt look on his face surprised me. I have never seen Anthony like this. Maybe the only time I have ever seen him so disappointed was the day of my birthday in April...but no, he knows the story. "I should have realized this would be difficult for you considering you haven't taken my calls. In any case, Matt, can you just be here with me? I really wanted to see you."

Was this going to be fun? No. Was it hurting just to look at him? Yes. Was it worth it to spend two hours with him just talking? Maybe.

I nodded softly. Hopefully this wasn't a mistake.

Once our entrées arrived I dug in. Apparently Anthony ordered even more than I did, so it looked like we weren't going to be talking for a while.

That is, until I remembered Anthony likes talking with food in his mouth. "So, how is Jason?"

I was busy pulling the meat off of a rib bone. After chewing, and wiping my mouth with a napkin, I looked up at him and smiled. "He's still great. You know, it's funny but after this past spring, our friendship really grew a great deal. It was nice having someone to connect with." Anthony drew his eyes away from me and began to chug down his Rosé. "I take it you don't like that?"

After finishing his glass he set it down and looked at me. "Does it matter?"

"I don't know. Since when do you have a problem with Jason?"

He shrugged. "It's none of my business, right?"

I looked into his eyes. "I suppose not. How is Jonathan? I just realized after I bumped into him this morning that I haven't seen him for a long time either."

"Oh, he's doing good."

"You know, after I heard you left the city, I figured it was because your whole family was relocating again. But then they didn't leave with you. It was surprising."

"Well Jonathan never left with me, if that's what you mean." Anthony just looked at me. "You were interested in my family?"

"Well, not interested in them so much as interested in you." He looked surprised. "To be honest, even though last spring was...difficult, I still...thought about you."

His smile grew cocky. "Really now? That's pretty interesting."

I shrugged and took a sip of my drink. It was growing on me a little. "I just wanted to be sure whoever you ended up with you were happy, I guess."

That threw him off. "What do you mean?"

"Well, you know." He had to know what I meant.

"No, I don't know." He leaned in towards me. "Tell me."

"Oh please Anthony. You know what I'm talking about."

Shaking his head, Anthony poured some more Rosé into his glass. He took a sip and looked up at the ceiling in thought. "No, Matt. I have no idea what you're talking about."

"It doesn't matter anyway. It's all in the past, right?"

"I wouldn't say that, Matt." He looked at me intensely.

"Come on Anthony. Isn't that why you invited me here? To get past everything?"

Shaking his head, Anthony laughed. He looked beautiful doing it. His hair moved softly with each shake of his head, and his deep voice laughing was like music.

Shut up stupid head thoughts!!!

"No Matthew, that's not why I invited you here."

Leaning back, I looked at him. "Then what? To move on? Maybe not to talk about the past but to talk about moving away from it?"

"No." He frowned. "I want to be with you again, Matthew. I want you to be mine again. Isn't it obvious?"

Shocked, I slumped in my chair. What? That's what this was about? "Anthony, you can't be serious."

"Why wouldn't I be? I thought you knew. The way you dressed tonight." He looked into my eyes. "You look so beautiful. Your tight body in those clothes...and your beautiful eyes. My memory doesn't do you justice. I want to be with you again."

The blood emptied from my face. I felt light-headed again. I got up from the table. "Excuse me." I walked/sprinted to the men's bathroom. I didn't care that he could follow me into the bathroom, I just wanted to get away from his gaze for two seconds. The opulent restroom with its marble floors and granite counters was lost to me. I walked towards one of the sinks and leaned over it. I looked at myself in the mirror and was disgusted with my image. Of course he thought we would get back together. I looked like a common whore. My now too-tight shirt showed off too much of my body, my trousers may as well have been painted on. My hair looked like I was just fucked. No, wait. That's not true. I looked presentable. I looked great. Insatiable even. Fuckable...shit, what did I walk into?

I tried splashing water in my face, but it did nothing to stop my heart from beating crazy. I didn't know what to do. I could jump out the window, but that would mean diving into the Miami River. Maybe it was worth it.

The door burst open and in walked Anthony. I gazed up at his reflection in the mirror. He walked up behind me and put a hand on my back.

His touch shocked me. It was like a million bolts of electricity hitting one spot in my body. I wanted him to touch me again. But it was wrong. This was all wrong.

I moved away from the mirror and looked at him. "What are you doing?"

"I just thought I should come find you. You looked a little shocked at the table." He took a step towards me and I could smell his beautiful cologne. I put a hand on his strong chest and focused my gaze on his throat.

"Stop, Anthony. I shouldn't have come here."

"Well you are here, Matt." He leaned in and pressed his forehead to mine. I noticed him take a whiff of my cologne. "Mmm, that's my favorite scent on you." I gulped. Fuck, I forgot the Tom Ford was the cologne he got me for my birthday.

"No, Anthony." I pushed him away. Rather, I didn't push him so much as by force I was pushing myself backwards. I rushed out of the bathroom and grabbed my phone from our table.

I felt Anthony come up behind me. I quickly grabbed a hundred dollar bill from my wallet and dropped it onto the table, knowing it should cover my half of the bill. "Come on, Matt. I want to give you another chance. Please be with me."

My blood turned stone cold. "Another chance?" I turned around to look at him. "You are gonna give me another chance?"

He nodded and smiled. "Look, after Jonathan told me you were...dating other people, I realized I didn't exactly fight for you. I know you may want to be with other people, and I will forget about that. But won't you even give me a try?"

I felt my heart go cold. "You don't get it do you?"

"Get what Matt?" He brushed a strand of hair behind my ear. I was too cold to even flinch away from his touch. I just stared icily into his eyes.

"I left you for a reason."

His arm dropped to his side. "What do you mean?"

"You cheated on me, Anthony. And I will never forgive you for it." His face took a moment to register what I said. Horror dawned on his face.

"Wait, Matt, you don't unders-"

"I don't care, Anthony. I'm done here." I turned around just in time to avoid him seeing the lone tear fall from my eye and ran out of the restaurant.

I woke up, groggy and disoriented. There was a comforter thrown over my legs, but my shirt was missing. I looked around quickly to figure out where I was but I didn't recognize my surroundings. Sitting up, I at least recognized I was on a couch in a living room somewhere. I swung my legs off the couch and felt some cloth on the floor. I leaned down to pick it up, realizing it was my shirt, but when I sat back up my head spun insanely. Keeping my eyes closed so I wouldn't notice the spinning room, I threw my shirt on and buttoned it up to my chest.

I opened my eyes slowly and looked around. The living room I was in looked clean and modern, with very little in the way of furniture, and done tastefully. My shoes were tossed in a heap by the couch too, and my car keys were in my pockets. At least now I know I wasn't kidnapped. There was light coming from a crack under a door in the room, so I walked that way and opened the door.

The flood of light hit me rather quickly, but my eyes adjusted. I was in a tiny bathroom. There I found a small bag of toiletries, a toothbrush, and mouthwash. Seeing the mouthwash made me realize there was a terrible taste in my mouth. I swigged some of the mouthwash and spit it into the sink. I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked like shit.

I tried to run my hands through my hair to try to tame it but it looked like a total loss. I would deal with it later. I left the bathroom and looked around the living room. I heard sounds coming from behind a door by the couch I slept on. I opened the door to find myself in a bedroom, and there was a guy sleeping in the bed. Now that I think about it, the whole place felt rather sterile and not lived in. Then it dawned on me.

I am in a hotel.

I walked up to the guy sleeping in a heap on the bed and shook him.

Groggily, the guy rubbed his eyes and opened them. He looked straight at me and smiled. "Hey, look who's up!"

I stared at the guy. "Who the hell are you? And where am I?"

"Uh, we met each other at the bar in Capital Grill. You bumped into me when you hid behind some hedges there. You said something about...avoiding Antoine?"

"Anthony?"

"Yeah, Anthony! Anyway, I invited you to a drink. You said you wanted a lover's kiss, so I gave you several."

"You mean we hooked up?" I looked at the guy. He seemed a little older than me, but looked pretty good.

"No, I mean you wanted a drink named Lover's Kiss. And I bought you your first four."

I sighed and nodded. "Yeah, sounds like something I would do alright." He laughed. "And judging from the fact that I woke up on the couch, I figure nothing happened last night?"

"No, sorry. You're hot but I think you were grieving, so I decided to leave you alone." He winked at me.

"And is this your place?"

"Yours, actually. I thought it was kind of rude when you said you wanted to go to a hotel with me, but then I figured you driving anywhere would have been a mistake. You told me to take the bed and you knocked out on the couch before you even had your shirt off one of your arms. It was rather funny. I should have taken pictures."

I smiled. Well, that solves it. I sat on the bed and looked at him. "Listen, thanks for yesterday...even though I'm not even sure what happened between the major points in your story. Regardless, thanks for it."

He looked at me. "Something tells me you're not staying for breakfast."

"I really have to go. Stay here as long as you like though."

He nodded and smiled. "Thanks for the offer but I think I'll be going too. I don't have a car but I am visiting family just a few blocks from here."

"Can I give you a lift?"

"No, that's okay. I need to do my first walk of shame in Miami! It'll be fun. I should even post it on Facebook." He laughed and shook his head. "Just like me to be doing it my first night here."

I smiled at him and offered my hand. "Matthew Baron."

He shook it. "Julien Hastings. Nice to meet you."

"With any luck, we'll bump into each other sometime in the near future. Sorry again about last night, Julien."

"No problem. Have a good one."

I walked out into the living room and gave it a quick look. I knew this hotel, it was the Viceroy. I picked up my shoes and put them on in the elevator. On my way down, the events of last night replayed in my head. Anthony invited me out to dinner to ask me to be with him again. And he acted innocent about his actions last spring. It was really awkward, and also a little heartbreaking. I was trying so hard not to relive the last few moments of our relationship that April. Shaking my head, I finished putting my shoes on and clasped the last few buttons on my shirt before the elevator reached the lobby. I went to reception, closed my room, and waited for the valet to pick up my car. While waiting by the podium, I saw Julien exit the hotel, this time wearing a leather jacket and looking a lot more refreshed than I felt. We waved at each other, and as my car pulled up and I got into the driver's seat, I saw him wink at me and walk down Brickell Avenue.

Once I reached my building and parked in the garage, I stayed in my seat for a second. Things had obviously changed since last night. Anthony was back, he wanted me to be his boyfriend again, and he had a problem with Jason. Now, that last part really puzzled me. I called for the elevator and got in. I knew Jason and Anthony weren't ever close friends. To be honest, Jason didn't even know about us until after Anthony and I were done. And that just caused even more confusion in my head.

I walked into the apartment, trying to gauge whether or not my mother was here. Considering this would not be the first time I arrive home after hours, I went directly to my room and stripped. I settled into bed and put an arm behind my head. I couldn't help but think that just an hour of dinner with Anthony totally upended my thoughts. It was unsettling.

Feeling the edge of sleep pull in, I silenced my phone and closed my curtains by remote. Sleep would come eventually, and I was awaiting its sweet arrival.

Saturday April 9, 2011

I could still feel his lips on mine, his beautiful eyes delving into my own. His closeness to me was unsettling, and our encounter only lasted all of 10 minutes. I wouldn't say I had fallen in love, but I had definitely fallen in lust. The moment I got home from school, I ripped off my uniform and jacked off thinking about Anthony. I rubbed my thick cock with my fist enclosing it, squeezing the tip to let the pre-cum cover the head. Just thinking about how tall he was set me off, but I wanted full sensory overload. I thought of his warm touch, his big hands, his beautiful eyes, that amazing scent, his deep, rough voice, and his tasty, hot mouth. When I came, I felt my balls retract, and I burst out six amazing jets of cum. Two hit me on the face, one hit the wall behind me, and the rest covered my chest and stomach. Even after that, my dick was still hard, so I fantasized about the "flashlight" in his pants, his comment about how my dick would taste, and the back of his palm grazing my own hard penis. I imagined what he would look like leaning over me, jerking off in my face and telling me he wanted me to suck him off. I imagined him shoving his dick in my mouth and face fucking me, shoving his dick into my throat and making me gag. That set off a volley of 8 spurts this time, each one landing spot-on onto my lips.

I was covered in sweat and cum, and I felt amazing. Just thinking about this guy was making me crazy. I got up from my bed sweating and breathing heavily, and with weak legs I walked into my bathroom.

I had never had sex, and at 16 I had always fantasized about meeting someone who I could share new experiences with. I wasn't looking for anyone perfect, just a guy who could give me what I could give back. I thought of myself as realistic rather than surrealistic. I know that stories I read on the internet about the perfect guy just magically showing up couldn't be true. But, ever since yesterday, I think these stories are being shown to me in a new light.

I soaked in the garden tub, letting the spasms in my muscles come down from my high. Even though Anthony still hadn't sent me a text, and even with the possibility he may never text me, he made for great jacking off material.

It was almost 24 hours since I bumped into Anthony at school and knocked him on his ass. He filled all of my thoughts for hours on end. Even at dinner the previous day my mother could tell there was something on my mind, and normally she just scrolls through her Blackberry checking and sending e-mails. When I woke up, it was almost 1 in the afternoon on Saturday. I slept through 14 hours, and felt amazing.

After having a quick shower and dressing in some shorts and a tee, I was having a late breakfast/early lunch when my phone chimed in my pocket. I scrambled to get it out of my pocket and see who sent me the text. On the screen, the alert notified me I received a message from Anthony the Great. My heart beat rapidly, feeling like it was going to jump out of my chest.

I slid the message icon across the screen and my text app opened up. There, flooding every pixel on my screen, was an image of Anthony, shirtless, with board shorts on that were so low I could see the beginning of his bush. I blushed furiously, and even though I knew no one else was in the apartment, I looked around to make sure no one could sneak a peek at my phone's screen. I ran into my room and looked at the picture more closely.

Anthony had a light dusting of hair in the center of his fit chest, and that dusting led to a very light trail of hair that ran past the hills and valleys of his young, tight abs, and ran down past the V of his navel to meet the outer boundaries of his bush at the top of his shorts. When he took the picture, it was at a downward angle, and I could see one of his underarms with the same light dusting of hair. He had the same homogenous tan throughout his body, like melted caramel, from his forehead to the waistband of his shorts. The picture took up so much of my attention I almost didn't notice the message that was underneath it.

"Cum to beach with me Sunday. Meet @ Big Pink. Dress 2 swim. 11 am."

I had to smile and roll my eyes at his text grammar. He would text like a middle-schooler. I also couldn't help but notice his little play with the word `cum'. I blushed a little at that. Did that mean he wanted to fool around? I had no fucking clue.

It was moments like these having a sibling would have been great. An older brother or sister could have helped me dissect this message and figure out the thousands of meanings behind it. Even someone who knew I was gay would have helped. I could ask Jason what it meant if I said the message was from a girl, but knowing him he would just say she wants the dick. I shrugged, saved the photo to my phone, and smiled to myself.

I spent most of the rest of the day in my closet, wondering what I was going to wear. And here, I met my first major dilemma in fashion for the beach.

In Europe, it is not uncommon to see men in revealing swimwear. Speedos and swimming briefs are the norm there. This is even true in South America. In the States, however, and even in a city like Miami where people wear the least amount of clothes socially acceptable, board shorts and swimming trunks ruled the beaches. Now, here is where this information affects me:

Do I wear board shorts like Anthony did, subtly showing I want to dress like him, risking coming off as uncomfortable wearing whatever I want to wear in a rather boxy pair of swimming shorts? Or, do I go the way of the Europeans, wearing a skimpy speedo that leaves almost nothing to the imagination, and to Anthony, while possibly exposing myself to the rest of South Beach and maybe revealing the two of us as a couple?

Decisions, decisions.

Ultimately, I did decide what I would wear to swim and what I would wear on top of it before I went to bed. I made sure to set my alarm clock for 9 in the morning to get a beach bag ready and get a chance to shower before going out.

9 am somehow came and went. By the time I woke up, it was almost 10:30, and I screamed at the fear of being late! It was a stupid decision not to text Anthony back that I would meet him, but I wanted to surprise him. And now I would surprise him. By being late!

I threw a towel, sunscreen, and tanning lotion into a small beach bag. I made sure to throw in some sunglasses and a good book (The Count of Monte Cristo) as well. I ran into my bathroom, splashed water into my hair, washed my face, and brushed my teeth. I ripped off my sleep clothes, stepped into my swimwear, put on my white shorts and light blue tank top, and jammed my feet into white flip-flops.

Big Pink was ten blocks from our apartment building, and while I was hauling ass to get to the restaurant in time, the heat of a morning in Miami was getting to me. My back and underarms began sweating, and I could feel the sides of my face getting wet.

I made it to Big Pink at 10:58, and luckily Anthony wasn't there. I took the time to cool down, catch my breath, and sit down at a table on the outside patio. Luckily, nothing had fallen out of my bag, and my sunglasses were intact. I pulled them on, mostly to hide my shame, but also to hide my rather jumpy-looking eyes. I casually looked around to see if Anthony was nearby when I felt a tap on my shoulder.

I turned around, and there was Anthony sitting at a table right behind me. And it looked like he had been sitting there for a while.

Fuck.

"Hello Matthew. It's a pleasure to see you again."

I blushed furiously. He had seen everything. "H-hi Anthony." His smile grew even more. It was beautiful. "Did you see all that?"

He leaned back and crossed his arms behind his head. "It was all rather cute."

I blushed furiously. "I'm sure it was."

He licked his lips. "You look good when you're sweating."

I died. Like literally died. He really saw everything. "Ummm, thanks! Wanna get going?"

"Just a second. I want to get us some lunch to take to the beach. Come on." He got up out of his chair and pulled mine out for me. We walked into Big Pink. It's a really fun 50's and 60's inspired diner, which fit right in with the art deco theme of Miami Beach. Their main dishes were all inspired by the color pink, with a pink lemonade that was to die for, the Pink Daddy Mac Burger which was smothered in their signature Pink sauce, and lots of other fun foods. "So Matt, what do you want?"

I took a look at their menu. Physically, the menu itself was bigger than twice my torso, and almost just as long - there were hundreds of items on the menu to choose from, and I began the task of picking lunch. I chose the Pink Daddy Mac Burger with fries and a Diet Coke, and Anthony ordered the Bacon and Cheese Burger with hash browns. Normally I never eat here, so I figured my burger choice would be smaller than Anthony's. Turns out the Pink Daddy Mac Burger has its own box for take-out because it's so big! The burger was taller than my fucking head and as thick as my neck. It was insanely huge. Anthony let out a big laugh when he saw my face when they handed me the box. I blushed and grabbed my food and placed it carefully in my beach bag. Anthony did the same with his, and with that we made our way to the beach.

When we got there we were lucky to find a spot close to the surf. The beaches in Miami are sometimes bipolar in and of themselves. Sometimes they are trashed after a night of heavy partying, other times they are pristine and beige. Some days they are physically hot, and others they are cool to the touch. And sometimes you sit near the old, retired people while another day that same spot is invaded by hot gay men. Luckily, this day was in our favor with warm, clean sand, beautiful turquoise water and lots of couples near and around us. Anthony pulled a clean white sheet out of his bag and set it down on the warm sand.

I took off my tank top and slung it over my beach bag. I noticed Anthony staring at my body, and it made my spine tingle when he bit his bottom lip and adjusted himself. He had the same idea and pulled his tee off and pushed down his shorts. In the picture he was wearing a pair of bright red board shorts, but today they were green and highlighted the emerald specks in his eyes. I blushed furiously, and slowly pulled my shorts down.

I could visibly see Anthony gulp when he saw me. I decided on a pair of royal blue swimming briefs that ended at the top of my thighs. They contrasted well with my light skin. I glanced over at Anthony and tried not to laugh when I saw his mouth was hanging open.

I leaned in close to him and, with a finger, closed his mouth for him. "Ready to put some lotion on me, big boy?" I smiled into his eyes.

He jumped at the chance to rummage through my bag and pulled out the suntan lotion. "Get on your stomach, Matt."

I was excited to have him touch me again. The moment his hand made contact with my shoulders, my flesh melted under his touch. His hands were burning hot, and the electricity running between my skin and his was exhilarating. I could hear his breathing deepen as his hands slowly massaged the oil into my pores. The sensations running through my body were both relaxing me and sending me into overdrive at the same time. Slowly, his hands ran down my muscles, going sensually in circles, enveloping me. He reached the dip in my back, and I gasped when he applied just the perfect amount of pressure there. It was heaven. He went lower and lower. Eventually, he got to the waistband of my briefs, and his fingers dipped beneath the material to graze my ass. I let out a soft moan.

"Okay Anthony that should be enough oil for one day." He pulled his hands away from me, and I turned to smile at him. But my smile fell when I saw the huge tent in his board shorts. And he was modestly trying to cover it up. "Want me to put some on you?"

He nodded happily and flopped onto his stomach. "Yes please!" I smiled. "Straddle my waist."

I stopped smiling. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah, you'll get the oil into my skin more easily that way."

I nodded timidly. I slowly got onto the back of his thighs, letting my knees come to rest next to his hips. The sun was shining onto my back, and I could feel the oil soaking up its rays. I squirted the oil into my palms and began at the center of Anthony's back. I slowly began working the warm liquid into his skin. His back felt powerful.

"Do you work out a lot?"

He smiled. "Actually, I help my dad with all of our yard-work and help in one of his landscaping businesses." I continued working the oil into his back and he groaned softly. "We used to live in D.C., but my dad's business had to move to Miami because of all the banks here. Eventually, he saw a lot of money in landscaping too, so he started several companies that service pools, lakes, trees, shrubs, flowers, that kind of thing."

"Well, all that hard work is definitely worth it." I pushed down on his spine and he let out a moan. "And it also seems to have given you a lot of tension."

He laughed. "Well, lucky for me I have you to help me with that...tension." He glanced back at me and winked.

I blushed softly and continued further down his back. Eventually I reached the top of his shorts, and like him I brushed my fingers underneath the waistband of his shorts. With that, I gave his butt a small spank and got off of him. He rolled over, and I saw the tent in his shorts was even larger.

"Ready to cool off?"

"Beat you to it Matt!" He bounded for the water, and because of his head start he made it before I did. He flopped into the warm, clear water and came back up. To be honest, he looked like a model coming back up from under the water. His hair looked perfect even when it was soaked, and his skin was glistening in the sun. I walked slowly into the water and made sure not to wet my hair. It gets crazy when it's wet.

"So, Anthony...how long have you been at my school? I haven't seen you before."

"Well, my dad moved his business here about three years ago, and he's been flying between here and D.C. ever since then." His face got a little sad. "It's been pretty tough not having him home on a regular basis, you know?" I nodded. Of course I knew. "So, in the end, we moved home to where he works, and we are pretty happy. We just moved into a place on Alton by La Gorce Country Club about a week ago." He gave me a warm smile. "What about you?"

"What about me?" I smiled back at him.

"Well, tell me a little about yourself."

Floating in the water, I took a moment to try to sum myself up. "Well, I'm an only child. My dad is a lawyer, and my mom is a business consultant. They split up when my dad found a client in New York, and the whole traveling between work and home didn't really work well with us. So I stayed here with my mom, and I visit my dad in New York in the summers. I am pretty smart," Anthony snickered at that and I rolled my eyes, "and my best friend is Jason Altman. I don't know if you know him?"

Anthony shook his head no. I also noticed he didn't mention anything about my parents splitting up, which relieved me. It seems any time I tell someone that story they wind up telling me how sorry they are, when I really don't need or want their apologies. "Well, seems like you have a nice life here in Miami. But I can tell you don't come to the beach often with that light skin. Why is that?"

Just then, a wave hit my head, wetting my hair and dunking me underwater. I came back up, spurting out water and trying to shake the water out of my hair. I looked at Anthony, who was trying hard not to laugh. "That's why."

We laughed pretty hard together, and decided that was enough cooling down. As we walked back to our spot I mentioned to Anthony that it looked like he really did cool down, considering that tent in his shorts was pretty much gone. He laughed even harder at that and collapsed onto the white sheet. We reached into our bags and pulled out our food, and as we ate we watched the people walking by and the random chick or two that decided to go topless. We giggled at the old men who were wearing speedos even more revealing than mine, and the women with boobs as big as Anthony's head. By the time we were done with our food I decided to rub some more lotion onto my arms and chest to make sure they wouldn't burn. I settled into the sheet and continued reading my book while Anthony listened to music on his phone.

It was around 5 pm when Anthony glanced over at me reading on my back and said, "Want to go out to dinner with me?"

I looked over at him from behind my sunglasses. "Hmmm, depends. Where are you gonna take me?"

He gave me a sly smile. "Wherever I please."

I had to laugh at that. I got up and leaned onto my elbows. "When?"

"Tonight." He looked into my eyes and I blushed.

"Okay, but I have to head home now and get this sand out of my booty first." He laughed at that.

"Sounds good to me. How about I meet you at your building?"

"Yeah, that's okay." I texted him my address. We both got up and dusted the sand off our extremities. I helped him clean up our spot and refold his sheet so he could stuff it in his bag.

"I'll meet you at your building at 7:30."

I glanced at him and smirked at his commandeering nature. "Okay Boss Pants."

He raised an eyebrow. "Oh, you want me to wear Hugo Boss pants? No problem."

I rolled my eyes and grinned at him. He offered to walk me to my building but I told him if he wanted to make his 7:30 deadline, he should head home and clean up too. He agreed, and we hugged our goodbye.

Throwing outfit after outfit onto my bed, I was delirious with the possibilities of what to wear to my first dinner with Anthony. Hell, it was my first dinner with any guy! There were literally dozens of outfits strewn across my bed, but I couldn't decide. I jumped into the shower and washed all the sand and dried salt off my skin, while trying to visualize what each outfit would look like on me. But each time I decided on an outfit, I felt it may be too underdressed, too overstated, or too busy. Then I realized I didn't know if where we were going was a black tie affair or chili dogs at a diner somewhere. I hopped out of the shower, styled my hair quickly, and washed my face. I walked into my room naked and decided on an outfit that should be pretty neutral to any occasion while still looking really good on me.

I was waiting in the lobby when a fire red Mercedes pulled up in front of my building. I saw Anthony hop out of it and my jaw dropped. He had on a crisp baby blue shirt that hugged his body and beige pants that went well with his navy shoes. He looked amazing.

The doorman allowed Anthony entrance to the building, but he stopped dead in his tracks when he saw me. I could see him scan me from head to toe. I decided on a thin plum sweater with a deep-v neck, brown cotton pants that fit my legs and waist perfectly, and topped it off with rust-colored desert boots.

I smiled timidly at Anthony and walked towards him. "Hello again."

He grabbed one of my hands and pulled me towards him. "You look incredible." He looked me up and down again. "It's exactly perfect for where we are going tonight."

Yet again the blushing totally killed my coolness. "Thank you." He gave me a rueful smile and led the way to his car. He opened the door for me and waited for me to get in before closing it and hopping in on the driver's side. "So, do I get to know where we are going yet?"

He shook his head. "Nope. But I'll give you a clue. You're gonna be sweaty when we're done tonight."

I blushed even more. "I hope you don't mean what I think you mean."

He laughed and shook his head again. "Not that, I promise."

My heartbeat fell back into place and I let out a sigh. "That's good."

"What?" He leaned across the center console and stared into my eyes. "Does the thought of being with me for the night scare you?"

I gulped. "Well, no. But...I am new to all this...you know...being with..." I couldn't even say it.

"Oh." He leaned back into his seat. "I see."

Shit. I just fucked up. "I mean, the thing is...well, I'm not-"

He held up his hand and smiled at me. "It's okay. Knowing that this is all new for you just makes it even more special."

My heart fluttered. "Really?"

He smiled at me again. God that smile could kill me. "Yes, really. I think you are a really spectacular person, Matthew, and treating you right is important to me."

I smiled back at him and leaned back in my seat. "Well then, feed me!"

He laughed, turned the car on, and gunned it down the street. We drove in silence with one of his CDs playing softly. I couldn't help but notice the sounds of the music coming from his speakers. "Is this Lily Allen?"

He looked at me surprised. "Yeah, actually! I first heard her music when my parents and I were vacationing in London. This song was everywhere."

I nodded. "I didn't discover her until about three years ago, but I'm glad I did. She's great." I moved my body to the rhythm of the song and laughed. "This is great!"

Anthony smiled to himself and continued to concentrate on the road.

We finally pulled up to what looked like a nondescript concrete wall along a cobble-stone street in Brickell. Anthony left the car with a parking attendant and helped me out of the passenger seat. I could see a huge line of people and what sounded like Latin music. I looked at Anthony and he smiled excitedly at me. We went to the head of the line, and much to my chagrin we got in immediately. Right away I could see why Anthony said I was dressed perfectly for this place. We entered a space that was covered by huge wooden beams crossing across a large dance floor. On one side there was a bar that was accessorized by a wall full of graffiti. The other side of the room had what looked like a long bookcase full of small books and little treasures, hiding another wall covered with graffiti. In several corners there were booths and tables with ample seating, while the lights cast a warm, multi-colored glow everywhere. I could feel the ocean breeze through the gaps in the walls that didn't fully reach the wooden beams. The place was an urbanite's retreat.

Anthony looked at my wonder-struck face. "It's called Barù Urbano. It's a Colombian restaurant and dance club. What do you think?"

I looked at him and smiled excitedly. "I can't believe I've never heard of this place!" Suddenly, a really good-looking Hispanic guy with brown hair approached us and led us to a table in the corner, away from the dance floor. I sat down in the far corner where I could see everything in this spectacular place, and Anthony sat right next to me.

We poured over the menu for several minutes, with me explaining some of the more intricate Hispanic choices to Anthony, the newcomer to this thriving Latin city, and we decided on a sampler platter for appetizers; while I got smoked fish with fried plantain for my entrée, Anthony decided to get the pan-fried steak with salted potatoes. I felt the rhythm of the music get to me and couldn't help but close my eyes and sway to the music softly. I felt Anthony's hand on my thigh, and I smiled at him.

"I'm glad you're here with me tonight."

I blushed and looked away. He softly tipped my face back to him. "Why do you blush so much around me?"

I nervously looked anywhere but at his face and shrugged. "You kind of make me nervous, Anthony. I've never felt anything like this before."

Scooting closer to me, he left his hand on my thigh and took a sip of his soda. "You know, you can call me something else."

"Huh?"

"You know, calling me Anthony? You can call me something else."

"Oh." I thought about it for a minute. "Is Tony a little too unoriginal?"

He grinned. "It's perfect."

Once our food arrived, we dug in. I stole some of his amazing steak while he stabbed at my fish. I had to laugh when he took a bite of it and saw his eyes roll in the back of his head in pleasure. I was pretty much stuffed halfway through my entrée and knew I couldn't fit anymore in.

I was watching several couples dance in the center of the space when Anthony caught my eye. "Do you want to dance with me?"

I looked into his eyes and nodded. Why not? It might be fun. He led the way to the center of the room and grabbed my waist. He swayed his hips to the beat sensually, and I followed suit. He stepped in close to me and I could smell his cologne. It intoxicated me. I leaned my forehead onto his shoulder.

Suddenly he turned me around and had me lean my back onto his front. His nose ran along my neck and shoulders, and I moaned softly at the feel of his warm breath on my neck and his thighs against my butt. I turned back around and, leaning up, rubbed my cheek softly along his. My hands roamed through the thick hair on the back of his head. The warmth of the night and our proximity to each other was making us hot, and I could see the beads of sweat on Anthony's neck and forehead. I could feel a small bead of sweat slowly travel down my temple. The music and heat was getting to my head, the rhythm of the song was matching the beating of my heart, and Anthony's piercing gaze was making me dizzy. He was leaning down, looking at me through heavy lids, while I looked up at him. I closed my eyes and felt him get closer.

When our lips met, it was pure fire. The heat of his mouth invaded mine, and his soft lips took mine with lust and warmth. I moaned into the kiss, not realizing our bodies were still moving to the music. His hand rubbed the back of my head and pulled me further into the kiss, while both of my hands were on the back of his neck trying to get a deeper angle.

When we finally pulled away, I looked at Anthony through heavy lids and saw the deep lust in his eyes. I smiled up at him and rested my head on his shoulder. Our bodies were pressed tightly together, and I could feel his hard dick pressed against my thigh. We took another deep kiss, while his hands lowered to my ass and pressed me closer into him. We both groaned hungrily into each other's mouths. He pressed his hips into mine with power and strength, while I was moaning at the feel of his large, warm hands on my butt. I could feel one of his hands slowly come to rest just above the waistband of my pants. Without much force, it went under the waistband and his hand made its way to my ass and massaged my flesh.

Pulling away at the same time, I tried catching my breath and my racing heartbeat. Anthony was short of breath too, but I could still feel the electricity between us. He kissed the top of my head while my face was in his chest, both of us breathless and both of us caught completely off guard by the attraction we felt.

We continued dancing for several more sets, getting adjusted to the different beats for each unique song, with some of the faster-paced songs making us laugh, while the slower songs brought us back to our feverish and hot state. It got to the point where I was almost brought to my knees by the overpowering feeling of Anthony's scent mixed with the music and the heat.

"I need to sit down, Tony." He smiled at the use of his nickname. As we walked to the table I realized there were people staring at us. This was getting to be a problem. It was too easy for me to block everything out when I was with Anthony. It happened at school, at the beach, and just now when we were sharing in this very intimate moment.

We sat at the table and I couldn't even meet his eyes. "Is everything okay? Was it too much too soon?"

I looked up at him and shook my head, a small smile playing out on my lips. "No, it wasn't too much. It was amazing. It just shocked me."

He nodded. "Me too." He cocked his head off to the side. "Are you ready to go home?"

"Yeah, I am." We walked out of this amazing jewel hidden away in the city, back onto the sidewalk. We waited for the attendant to get Anthony's car, but once we were settled in we set off.

I glanced over at Anthony and caught the smile on his lips. I reached across the center console and slid my hand into his right hand. He looked at me and gave me a quick smile. I dragged both of our hands into my lap and rubbed the back of his knuckles. We stayed this way until he pulled up to my building.

"Thank you so much for tonight. Actually, for the whole day."

He leaned into me. "It was my pleasure, my Little M." I giggled softly at the cute name. He caught me off-guard and took my mouth with his. His hand cupped my neck and I moaned into the kiss. It was soft yet passionate. His tongue invaded my mouth, the pleasure I felt from just this action made me shudder and groan loudly.

He was the one to pull away this time. "Okay, enough for one night." I nodded, trying to catch my breath for the third time this night. He got out of the car and opened the door for me.

I hugged him to say goodbye. "I'll see you at school tomorrow?"

He nodded and kissed my forehead. I walked into the building, and rode the elevator back home, smiling all the way to the top floor.

I woke with a start. I didn't realize where I was until I felt my familiar sheets around my body. I heard a gasping and shuddering, and wondered where it was coming from. Then I felt wetness on my cheeks. I lifted my fingers to my cheekbone, and felt the tears there. I realized I was crying, sobbing in my sleep.

The dream was just a memory. A beautiful, dead memory.

And there you have it folks! Chapter 3 is already done, and should be out within the week. I hope everyone has a great week, and again if you have any comments and/or concerns feel free to send them to leo.stefano.1990@gmail.com. Thanks again guys! Happy reading!