14. STERLING

I caught Fallon returning from his trip. It was less accidental and more timing it perfectly because I could tell you the schedule of the shuttle bus from memory. He was so excited to tell me about all the fish he saw and even how he'd got close to a turtle.Henry engaged in conversation too, adding to what Fallon was saying, especially where the names of fish where concerned.

"All I know is they were blue from one angle and silver from another," Fallon said.

I walked with them through the resort until they were inside the restaurant area for lunch.

"Did you remember to apply sun block after you got out of the water?" I asked. "Because, you know being under water is like a magnifying glass." I didn't know the accuracy of it, but it was something I'd read or seen online once.

"No," he grumbled, side-eyeing Henry. "You didn't remind me."

"You didn't remind me," Henry said.

"Well, I forgot."

"Ok, well, if you need some, I can grab you a bottle from the office," I said. "I don't want either of you burning. Although you probably won't catch the sun indoors."

They sat in a booth, their faces glowing from the sun they'd caught. "I'm all sunned out," Fallon said. "Oh, I told Henry that you're coming with us tomorrow."

"It's been a while since I've been," I told them. "I'm looking forward to it. Um, just a couple things though. You should both wear shoes that are comfortable and you can walk for a longtime in them."

"I brought running shoes," Fallon said. "They're barely used, but would they work."

"Sure, and you'll need sun block, of course. The resort will provide a small backpack with the company logo on, as well as a water bottle, and a packed lunch option." These were all things they might've already known, but I should've informed them anyway.

Chichen Itza was one of the wonders of the world. When I first arrived, it was one of the places I was desperate to visit just because so many people had. The pictures online never did it any justice, and I was excited to see Fallon's reaction to it, especially after the way he'd reacted to snorkeling.

After leaving Fallon and Henry to get their lunch, I went through a checklist for tomorrow. There were six people coming with us, not including me or the tour guide. It wasn't my responsibility to make the backpacks for everyone, but in this instance, I did. Everyone got three bottles of water, including a resort branded metal bottle, food for afternoon, and a pink baseball cap; the resort's color with Joya Rosa written in gold on the front.

Carla caught me compiling them in the office.

"This is unlike you," she said.

"Don't you have a home?" I asked, startled by her and how quietly she walked in.

"Yes, and this is my second home," she joked. "I came in early because my mom is driving me up the wall at home."

I loved having taught Carla certain expressions because they always sounded much better coming from her than they ever did coming from a native English speaker. "What's she done now?"

"She's just—" she gestured with a hand, fingers tapping at her thumb. "Going at it. She wants me to get married and have children. I told her my brother has kids already."

"Carla," I said, my heart nearly beating out of my chest. "What would happen if I left?"

"No, no, no, you are not thinking," she said. "You can't leave this place."

"Carla, I can't stay here forever." It was true. I didn't want to acknowledge it, but I really couldn't stay here forever, not when Fallon was out there, and every moment I spent with him, I was beginning to feel like I was going to lose him once he was gone.

"Is this over a boy?" she asked.

"No."

"Yes," she said. "It is, and it's ok."

"Fine. I like him, but it's not just for him. I have family, and I just feel like it's getting lonely here now. I'm thirty-five for crying out loud. I need to think about moving on."

"You know I'd never hold you back here, even though you're basically my best friend," she said. She came around the desk and hugged me. "But do this for you, Sterling. Don't do this because you like a boy."

I would need to figure out my reasons. Obviously, being in the States would mean being just that little bit closer to Fallon, especially since I was from Hoboken, New Jersey and Manhattan was right across the river.

Carla kept me in a hug. "But if you do leave, I will probably get a pay raise," she said. "I'm kidding, although I hope I'm not."

The realization I wanted to leave wasn't sudden. It had been a thought on the peripherals of my mind for a while and because of that, it seemed sudden since doing something for myself was the catalyst for this entire thing.

Tomorrow was going to be early, but that didn't mean we couldn't have fun tonight. Once I'd finished work, I made sure Fallon didn't have plans with Henry before going over. Henry as it seemed, also had someone visiting, and while he wasn't in the same clothes, I recognized him as the man from the other night.

Everyone was in the lounge, but as soon as I came over, we split off, both going to the bedrooms.

"Ok, so I have a funny story to tell you," Fallon said, pulling the sex toy out from under the pillow.

"Oh no, housekeeping found it?"

"No, but oh my god, what if they did?"

I knew housekeeping hadn't been in. They'd only just changed the sheets after he'd cum all over them. "Tell me what happened."

"Ok, so, I lost my train of though," he said.

I sat beside him on the bed and pressed a hand to his chest, feeling the throb of his heart beat against my palm. "Was it serious?"

"It was funny," he said, going on to explain how Henry had come into the bedroom this morning and saw it, he tried hiding it, and pressed the button, turning it on. "Then I chased him around with it."

His heart was still racing. "You're so cute."

"How cute?"

"A million times cuter than anything else."

"What about my teddies?"

"Oh, of course they're cute, but you are obviously much cuter," I said. "I'm sorry to say it. Even the Gersch one."

He wrapped his arms around me, doing his best to try and squeeze me in a hug. He wasn't strong enough for it to physically move me, but emotionally, I was a large rock speeding down a hill, crumbling at a record pace, and he was the reason why.

"You wanna cuddle?" I asked, leaning back on the bed and taking him with me.

"I always want to cuddle," he said. "But I also always want to play." He pulled his arms out from under me and climbed on top of me. "Adult play."

I placed my hands on his hips, looking up at him. "Can I stroke your sides? I'm not going to tickle you."

He nodded.

Slipping my fingers up his sides, I was gentle. He wiggled a little, but I'd promised not to tickle, and I always kept my promises. I went all the way up his smooth body and touched his nipples. They were hard, and as I rubbed my fingertips across them, he bared down on me, gyrating back and forth.

Fallon's fingers went to my belt, tugging the buckle free and pulling it out of the belt loops. I continued to toy with his nipples and the little goosebumps around them. His chest rose and dipped, pushing my hands, I could feel he was trying not to be so obvious with his breathing, but the breaths were shallow.

"Go on," I said, encouraging him. "Get it out."

Channeling his little state, he reached into my boxers and pulled my chubbed cock through the button hole. I'd started to realize he loved seeing it like that. "Can I suck it?" he asked, pushing out his glossy wet bottom lip at me.

I traced my hands down his body, careful not to tickle and spook him. He was on his knees, parting my legs, and taking control with the hunger for my cock in his eyes. He produced saliva on the tip of his tongue and let it drip to the tip of my cock. He immediately deepthroated my cock until it got rock solid in his mouth.

"Good boy." I rested a hand on his head, brushing fingers through his hair. I didn't push, pull, or tug. I let him do all the action as I massaged his scalp, giving him pleasure as I received it.

Fallon moaned on my cock, it tickled my tip with each and every moan he made.

I couldn't control the hardness, and as embrace the way his teeth were slightly pressing into my skin. It was amazing, I tried not to thrust against it, but that was impossible, my hips and cock thrived on their own pleasure. It went hand-in-hand with Fallon's moans.

After a moment, he pulled away, pressing his hand at his jaw. "I liked that."

"Not as much as me."

I took a hand, under his chin, rubbing at that day old stubble he was creating. "Why don't I repay the favor?" I gestured with my fingers to his chin, pulling him to me and kissing him on his wet lips. "I want to fuck you so bad right now."

"How bad?"

"Oh, baby, you might find it difficult to walk tomorrow," I said. "And we're going to be doing a lot of walking tomorrow."

He giggled. "I like your dirty talk."

"I can be dirtier," I said.

"Can I be dirtier?"

"As dirty as you want, baby."

The cogs were turning behind his eyes, he was thinking up something dirty, and I was ready to hear it.

"Come on," I encouraged him. "Say something dirty."

"I want you—"

"Oh, I want you."

"No," he giggled. "I want you to fuck me so hard that I—"

"You don't think of many dirty things?"

He shook his head. "How about, I fuck your tight little hole so hard that you're leaking cum?"

Fallon licked his lips, his body jolting in my direction. "Yes, yes. Let me leak your cum."

I grabbed him by the waist and pulled him onto the bed. I kicked my slacks off and rolled around on the bed with him. Once he was on his back, I stood at the side of the bed and undressed him with a little roughness. He giggled at it, embracing the way I pulled his clothes from him.

Naked, he tried his bed to cover his cock and balls, but he was rock hard and there was only so much his little hands could cover up.

"You're all mine, baby," I said, getting on my knees. I pulled his legs around my neck, letting him wrap them over each other. It pushed my face into his ass. With both hands, I parted his cheeks to get better access. He wiggled his hips around on my face, embracing my tongues back and forth against his hole. He moaned loudly.

I wanted to eat his ass for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. I wanted my tongue to keep him constantly lubricated for my cock.

"I need you," he begged.

I needed more moans. I grabbed the red sex toy and had him suck on it first. "Good boy." It went inside him with the vibrate turned to the maximum setting. I pushed it as deep as the last node went, the thickest of them all, and while he was hip thrusting with it, I sucked his cock.

We were still learning each other's bodies, and I was doing everything I could to keep him from cumming quickly, even with all my teasing.

"Fuck me," he said. "Please, Daddy. Fuck me." His hips still not refusing to keep jolting up and down, controlled by the whirring whims of the charged up toy inside him.

From the side of the bed, I stood, positioning my cock beside him. Together, in my hands, I masturbated both of us. Fallon watched, biting his lips and grabbing at the top sheet of the bed, pulling it into fists.

"I'll fuck you when I want," I said, tapping his cock with mine.

He begged again, threatening to cum and trying to hide his smile like he had the upper hand.

"No," I said, shaking my head, but I was so ready to fuck him.The toy had made his ass ready. It was loose and wide. I played inside it with two fingers before applying lube to my cock and teasing him with the tip. "Now you're in a better position to leak cum."

His jaw trembled, fighting back a wide smile. "Please, Daddy."

He was so warm around my cock, it didn't take much work to go deep. He'd already been well prepared by the toy. I fucked him right there on the bed, leaning into him as I pulled his ass up into the air and jack hammered my cock down into him.

I knew he was going to cum any second, so I made each thrust count.

He last five seconds. He came against his chest, creating a little splash zone between his nipples. I pushed my cock deep to feel his hole pulse around me like a hand squeezing firm. I waited until he was done squeezing cum out before I fucked him again.

"Fill me up," he said through shallow gasps. "Please."

I'd been ready to cum, and almost at the drop of a hat as he begged, I came inside him. Filling him up as my cream pie, and now leaky cream pie.

We'd exhausted each other. I grabbed a towel laid on the floor and wiped his chest clean, then my cock. And Fallon had gotten his wish. He was leaking cum, leaving little drops of it on the bed.

"I don't think anything is going to top that," he said, laid still even after I wiped him.

"Cuddle time," I said.

"Yes. Cuddle time."

Besides the orgasm, cuddling with him was the next best thing. I could do it forever.