Gay Erotic Stories

? A trip to Hawaii was going to be the family's last "fling" before I went off to college. My parents, my sister, and I had talked about the trip for weeks before actually committing ourselves to it. But from the very start, it was a disaster. At the airport, my sister became terrified of flying, then had to find a bathroom so she could throw-up. My mom had to buy souvenirs, but couldn't come up with enough money. Then my dad wanted to find a bar to get a few drinks before we boarded. When we arrived in Honolulu, mom insisted upon finding a tour guide to lead us around. Hawaii wasn't a place we should explore on our own. "Wouldn't you have a better time if you ditched your family?" a busboy asked me. Out in front of the hotel, I met the same busboy as he was leaving. He was wearing a T-shirt and jeans now. "You off work now?" I asked. "Yeah, finally." "So, where do you go for a good time? You don't go to places tourists go, do you? He laughed like I had just told a joke. "No," he said. "I go home." "Oh." "I like to cook like you like to eat." "Uh-huh?" "You hungry?" "A little." "Then come with me, I'll cook for you. And I'll show you a good time." He had a bicycle nearby. He put me on the handlebars and we rode to an apartment building, through a side gate, and back into a tiny fenced-in yard. All kinds of tropical plants and miniature trees lined the fence. Plants surrounded a jacuzzi on his backporch and filled every corner of a tiny one room bachelor apartment. There was a kitchenette where he went immediately to work and a bathroom. Except for a bookcase filled with cookbooks and a few paperback novels, there wasn't any furniture. Two mattresses, one on top of the other, covered by blankets and throwpillows, was where we ate the meal he served. We talked until we were stuffed, then I turned over, reached for a pillow, and was asleep. He woke me up turning me over to get my jeans off. He already had them unfastened and my shoes and socks off. "It's late," he said. "You stay here." While I struggled free of my jeans, he stripped down to nothing, got under a blanket, and turned back and lay on his left side facing me. I went under the blanket wearing only my briefs. "You don't need those," he said, and sat up to remove them himself. "I didn't expect this." "You didn't want to go the tourist route." "No, but I didn't expect this." "Well, hang on, it gets better." I couldn't believe how much better it got. He sucked my dick until I was ready to come, then eased me over onto my stomach and brought out the lubricant. Back at the hotel, my mom was throwing things, she was so angry. "Your sister went off with a hotel lifeguard last night and still hasn't called! What is she going to tell her father when she gets in, that she spent the night on her back, for God's sake?!!" But dad was passed out drunk on a sofa when sis came in "Tell me the truth," I teased her. "You didn't really spend the night on your back?" She grinned. "Well . . . not ALL night." "Uh-huh." "How about you?" she asked. "I'll bet you spent the night on all fours." "Well . . . not ALL night."