Date: Tue, 4 Dec 2012 20:23:26 -0500
From: Leo Stefano <leo.stefano.1990@gmail.com>
Subject: Lust in Miami Chapter 2

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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!