Recapturing My Youth I
Brian didn’t used to sleep much. I don’t really know why. I’ve thought about it. Too busy partying, too much stress at work, too much something…or maybe not enough of something else. But nowadays, he sleeps more. I hope that’s a sign of happiness and contentment and not that I completely bore him.
I lay my head back down and try to go to sleep too, but the big screen TV catches my eye and I realize that we haven’t explored our suite yet. What we’ve seen so far is only a huge tub and a waterbed; hardly enough for the room to earn its name so I think there must be more to it. My curiosity gets the better of me so I decide to forego taking a nap and go check things out while Brian rests. I plan on making sure that he needs it.
I carefully inch my way to the edge of the bed, trying hard not to slosh the water and wake him up, but it’s easier said then done and the bed starts rocking him gently. I freeze to calm the water with one leg off and one leg on and he rolls over onto his side.
It’s funny how Brian sleeps, or I guess not funny. Maybe sweet is a better word, even though that’s a word that would earn me a ‘Brian death-glare’ if he ever heard me use it to describe him. But that’s what it is really. When I’m in bed with him, he sleeps flat on his back and I’m usually right along side him, my head on his chest, my arm draped across his stomach and my top leg bent on top of his. But when I’m not in the bed with him, he sleeps on his side, his legs drawn up and his arms are either tucked under his head or between his legs, similar to how they are right now. It’s like he curls up with himself when I’m not there. He complains that I crowd him, but I know that’s not true because if I roll away from him, he rolls too and spoons up behind me, pressing his hand firmly on my stomach and pulling me closer to him. He can grumble all he wants, but I know he doesn’t like sleeping alone. At least not anymore. It’s sweet and looking at him all curled up because I’m not lying beside him makes me smile.
But now I’m stuck and my leg is starting to quiver at the strain. I have to move. I decide to just go for it so I grab the wooden frame that surrounds the bed and pull myself up as quickly as I can. The bed swells underneath him from my weight on the end then ripples back only joggling him a little. He doesn’t move. I grab the duvet from the other side and toss it over him. He is naked after all and I wouldn’t want him to catch a cold.
I dig into my bag, grab a pair of sweats and put them on while looking around the room. There’s the big tub which we’ll definitely be using later whether Brian likes it or not, the waterbed, the two nightstands that housed the condoms and I pause… making a mental note to call the front desk and ask for a more Brian-appropriate brand. They did say to call if there was anything we needed; I’m assuming better condoms count as a need.
There’s not much else in the room except a built-in cabinet right next to the huge screen. I’m thinking entertainment center to compliment the big TV so I quietly open the doors. I was right…state of the art everything. DVD player, VCR, sound system, you name it; it’s in there. There’s a bunch of DVDs as well. All the regular Hollywood hits. Current titles too. I’m impressed. But then a naked hard body catches my eye on the far left side of the row of movies. I pull it out. Naked hard body for sure, its porn. Jeff Stryker porn. I flip it over and my dick twitches. Jeff Stryker GAY porn. Holy shit. I grab another one and another one. There’s three. All Jeff Stryker.
I laugh. I guess Mr. Martin was trying to show Mr. Kinney and his partner that he would, indeed, attempt to accommodate same sex couples at his retreat. There are thousands, no, probably millions of gay porn movies on the market, but what gets placed in our suite are three all starring the same guy. A guy that also does straight porn. I guess it makes sense, if a breeder were to know anything about who stars in our movies, it would be him… he’s practically a household name. Gay or straight. I put it back. Something else we’ll be doing later.
I walk out of the bedroom doorway and notice a railing. It runs the entire length of the whole suite. I know we came in through the door behind me and that was on the ground floor but this railing clearly means there’s a downstairs so the ground must slope on the backside that’s closer to the river. It appears that the kitchen and bedroom areas are set up like part of an upstairs loft. I go to the railing and look over. Oh my god!!
I have to try to contain myself to keep from squealing like a schoolgirl and waking up the sleeping giant that is now loudly sawing logs. I roll my eyes and run to one end frantic to find some stairs. There are trees, palm trees, down below and they are tall enough to hang over the railing up here. So I’m batting away leaves as I go. I get to the end of the row of trees and I find a way down alright. It’s a slide… jetting out from the huge tub that’s at the other end of the bedroom then slopes down and ends in a big kidney shaped swimming pool below. I can’t believe it. We have a fucking swimming pool in our room! We can skinny dip and everything. It’s so awesome, I’m almost overwhelmed, but I think I’m too excited to be.
I feel like a little kid again. I soooo want to jump on the slide and haul ass down it to splash into that pool. It’s so blue and I know it’s calling my name. I can hear it. But more mature heads prevail and I refrain from my childhood meanderings for the moment and decide to go scavenging for a more Brian-friendly way to get there. I follow the railing, dodging palm tree leaves towards the kitchen area and behind the kitchen wall; I find a winding staircase leading down. I run down the stairs and almost dive feet first into a bubbling hot tub that’s at the bottom of the stairs and as I look around, it’s right next to the pool!
I’m jumping up and down in silence and acting like Emmett. I like the Aquatic Honeymoon and I didn’t even have to ‘take the plunge’ as they say, to have one of my own. Aquatic, indeed…there’s water everywhere. I love water sports. Not that kind…this kind. Well, not this kind…the sex kind. Oh never mind, let’s just say I love having sex with Brian in the shower and this has the potential to be ten times, no, a hundred times better.
There’s two doors on the other side. I run around the hot tub and swing one open. A small bathroom with plush, white, heavy robes hanging on hooks on the wall and more towels than I care to count on a shelving unit just below them. I push off my sweats and grab one of the robes. It’s so soft and comfy; better than that robe I swiped out of the hotel in New York City. They charged Brian’s credit card two hundred dollars for that thing. Took me like a month’s worth of working my ass off at the diner to pay him back for that alone.
I grab a towel and leave the bathroom, heading towards the other door. And what’s behind door number two? I swing the door open. A sauna! Yee haw. I turn on all the switches and there’s a bunch. Red lights go on and shine against the wooden benches that line the walls. It’s kind of eerie and reminiscent of a cave or the inside of a volcano, not that I’d know, but that’s what it reminds me of. A fine mist is spraying out from overhead. Brian’s gonna love this. I’ve never fucked in a sauna before. Hell, ‘I’m’ gonna love this.
This is starting to feel like my birthday or something. The kind of birthdays that my mom planned for me when I was kid, well except for the fucking part, that’s more like the Brian Kinney kind of birthdays. I shiver at that thought. We won’t go there again.
The sound of trickling water catches my attention so I run back by the pool in search of the noise. And there it is, something I’m surprised I didn’t notice when I looked over the railing from upstairs. A circled curtain of water showering down into the pool from the ceiling above. Our own little version of summer rain. How fucking hot is that? I can’t hold out any longer, I have to start partaking in some this splendor before I go out of my mind.
I toss the towel by the steps of the pool and run back upstairs, along the railing, past the trees, ‘til I reach the slide. Yeah, this is the way in. Heee! I take off my robe and lean over the railing, dropping it on the ground down below. I hoist myself onto the slide and feel grateful that they’ve waxed it ‘cause I’m going down bare-assed. I push off and as hard as I try to keep quiet, I can’t. A scream of glee escapes my throat on the way down and I make one hell of a splash when I hit the water.
I haven’t swam in so long. The water’s warm and feels so great. I make it all the way to the other end of the pool underwater before I come up for air. I push off the side and I swim only a few laps at full speed before I get tired. I’m so out of shape, though I’d never tell Brian that. He’d be dragging my ass to the gym and I’m not ready to start that shit yet. I think I have a few more years before I have to worry about it. As long as I can out last Brian during our fuck fests, then I’m good to go. I mean, I’m not the one taking a nap right now.
I stand up in the shallow end and shake my head, flicking the water out of my hair, then make my way over to the steps; sitting down on the second to the top one I lean back against the edge to catch my breath and just chill out. The ceiling waterfall is right above me so I prop my elbows on the top step, tilt my head back, close my eyes and let the warm rain shower pelt my face. My legs are kind of floating toward the top of the water so I slowly move them up and down against the still water. The sprinkling rain from above tickling them on the up stroke and relaxing me even more.
I understand now why that realtor in my mom’s office liked this place. I’ve been here exactly three hours and I’m thinking that this is about as close to paradise as one can get. I don’t ever want to leave. I’ve decided. I see no reason why you’d have to be a breeder or dyke or a fem queen to like this place. Who doesn’t like sex in aquatic places? I start grinning at all the fun Brian and I are going to have. I point and flex my toes under the spray as I slowly kick the water. It feels so good and is creating such a state of laziness that the soft sounds of footsteps don’t register in my mind at all.
