Chapter 13

CHAPTER

THIRTEEN

NATIE

Dylan : I'm missing some pieces for the game Ark Nova. So sad…

Hamadi : That blows. Speaking of missing pieces, where's Natie been?

Firass : He's currently on what appears to be a double date with a boy from high school and his parents.

Hamadi : Sexy.

Dylan : Tragic

Dylan : But also sexy.

Me : I hate you all.

O ur home theater is tucked away in a far corner of the main resort building. We've occasionally used it for young guests to watch a cartoon during the summer, but it's primarily utilized by us, the staff. Hell, it's hardly been used at all, despite our investment in the large projection screen and surround-sound system—yet another wasteful expenditure on the part of Shiba's Seaside.

It figures the one night I want to use it for a hang-out-slash-make-out session with Santos, my parents want to watch something. Never let it be said that you can outgrow being embarrassed by your folks. They all but thrust Santos into this date with me, and they're also chaperoning. At age thirty-one, I'm still mortified by them.

But Santos, to his credit, does not seem to care. He's perfectly content as we walk through the mini theater. It's dark, and three rows of small maroon couches make up the seating arrangements. I make a beeline for the back row so I can run the projection device. Fortunately, my folks like to be up front to watch the action. I want them as far away from me and Santos as possible.

I start the black-and-white monster flick, and the sounds of the old-timey movie fill the small auditorium. While my parents' presence is humiliating, being with Santos calms me down. We share a couch, and I'm delighted to find he doesn't want to sit far from me. Despite all the room, our thighs are almost touching. I want so badly to have a serious, sexy conversation with him. I want to kiss him again and put my hands all over him. But I can't make a pass with my parents two rows in front of us.

I gaze at Santos's massive, denim-clad thigh centimeters from mine. "Or can I?" a devilish voice in my head asks. My pulse raises and my mouth nearly waters at the sight. His crotch, hell his whole body, is tantalizing.

The movie continues for ten minutes, and my parents are engrossed, so I set my plan into action. Time to make Santos mine . Gradually, centimeter by centimeter, I spread my legs to bring my thigh toward his. We're so close. Before I touch his knee to mine, I bring my hand down. My palm lands on Santos's knee, and it's off to the races with my heart.

Judging by the shocked expression in my periphery, Santos didn't see this coming either. Oh, we're just getting started, big boy . I rub my thumb in small circles on his warm knee. He looks down, then up at me, but makes no motion to stop me. After a minute, I drag my palm up his thigh, slowly making my way to paradise. I trace the inner seam of his jeans, and his breath hitches. He's warm and muscled all over, and I grin in delight. We need to be silent and discreet since my parents are mere yards away. But somehow, the need for secrecy makes it hotter.

There's no paying attention to the movie tonight.

The roars of cinematic monsters on screen fill the mini theater. None of that matters; all I can focus on is Santos's labored breathing. His thigh under the denim is perfectly chiseled. He closes his eyes, and I smirk victoriously. I use this moment to, at long last, get my hand on the most intimate part of him; I gently cup his cock through his jeans.

Hot damn, he's hard as steel . I did that.

When Santos opens his eyes, the black-and-white film reflects on his handsome face. He radiates nervousness, and for a moment, I consider pulling back. That is, until the next sensation sends me to another planet and my eyes roll back.

His hand lands on my groin. I repeat: Santos's hand is on my groin.

He's massaging, leisurely, thoroughly, like he's in reverence. It's as if he's never touched a man before. My dick hardens in record time, and when his hand makes a jerking motion over my trousers, I bite back a gasp. I start him up as well, giving him the same action he's doing to me. I stroke him through his jeans, and when his dick flexes, I nearly sigh in delight. He's massive, holy hell, he's massive . It's like we're horny teenagers, and I never want it to end. When the movie makes a loud noise, Santos whimpers, and the sound makes me even harder.

I'm deeply in lust with Santos Hand, and judging by the way he fondles me, the feeling is so damn mutual.

When I regain my vision, I check to make sure my parents aren't paying attention. Nope, we're in the clear . I look to Santos and raise my eyebrows at him. It's the universal sign of "We down?" His wide brown eyes stare back at me in desire. After a beat, he gulps and nods. Fuck yeah, let's do this.

He moves his hand off my crotch when I shift on the couch. Not wanting to waste this perfect moment, I quickly undo his zipper, and his head flops back on the couch while his eyes flutter closed. I reach in, grateful that my man is a boxer shorts guy, and pull his cock out of the fly of his shorts — jackpot.

Seven inches? Eight? Who cares, he could be any size and I'd still be enraptured by it. His massive cock is a thing of beauty; it's hard, wanting, and with a nice cut head. Santos's manhood is burning up, and so thick I can barely get my fingers around it. I want to treasure it, savor it, and let Santos know I am so into him and his body.

He leans in and whispers, "Y-your parents, though…"

I grin at him and stroke just the head of his dick. " Shh ," I whisper, putting my left index finger to my lips. When he lies back, I lean closer to his ear. "Just enjoy, Santos."

Then, sitting back to where we started, I begin to do what I've been yearning to do —I stroke.

I stroke him up and down as we pretend to watch the movie. When I glance at him, his eyes flutter open and closed, and his jaw hangs agape. I alternate between fast and slow, firm and gentle. Considering the precum in my hand, I know I'm doing a good job. He squirms and gasps, and at one point, bites his knuckles to keep quiet. Such flattery . He's trying so hard to stay silent, and watching him writhe has me hot under the collar.

I'm loving the feel of Santos's cock in my hand. The flared head pumps out dribbles of fluid, and it's every type of sexy. I haven't given a hand job in years, but it's such a sensual, intimate experience. I'm holding his burning manhood in my hand, I control the pace, and I have the power. Having this hot jock, my former high school bully-slash-victim in my palm is everything. When Santos clamps his eyes shut, I grin in delight.

After a few minutes of stroking, his chest rises and falls faster. "Natie," he whispers. I gaze at his flushed face. He taps my arm, but I don't slow down. Looking forward, my parents are still engrossed in the flick. The noise of the monster movie surrounds us. We're shrouded in darkness, and it's so fucking hot. So, wanting to make this magical, I lean over and kiss Santos's ear.

"Come for me, Santos," I whisper while nibbling on his ear lobe.

"Fuck," he replies through a breath.

"Come for me…" I repeat. "I want you to let it out…" I stroke and stroke, firmer, harder, getting him all the way there.

The monster on screen roars and gunshots ring as soldiers attempt to kill it. Meanwhile, Santos uses this opportunity to hyperventilate and gasp. He grabs my arm, and, with his eyes shut, thrusts into my grip. He shudders and orgasms through my fingers, the semen gracefully shooting up an inch before landing on my fist. I jerk and jerk, draining my friend in need. Seeing him shoot nearly makes me erupt in my pants. I grin in satisfaction while Santos comes down from his euphoric high.

I got to give The Handyman a handy. I nearly laugh out loud at the thought.

I wipe my hands on his boxers and my undershirt, hoping we didn't make too much of a mess. After he zips himself up, Santos's breathing normalizes and he lays his head back. As the movie continues, he falls asleep, clearly wrung out. Success! I'm flattered at the results of my handiwork.

Santos is fucking beautiful, and I'm grateful he let me do that. He looks so peaceful as he snoozes, and I can't wait to do it again. I want to do all the things with Santos, and if tonight is any indication, he's on board.