When Dams are Broken Ch. 01

"I'll call you later," Michael said as he hung up. The hotel was pretty great. He settled in his bags and went out for lunch, all while he grumbled at the lack of company. At least the flight is over, he thought optimistically. Michael was supposed to spend a week here with his wife. He planned the surprise for a while, but she recently got promoted and lost the temporary leisure to go on a vacation. He didn't want to completely waste all of his reservations so he went by himself. It wasn't that bad, but company would've been great.

Clear-blue water constantly washed over the white sand. Michael looked at the blue sky; the clouds were pretty scarce today. He saw how pretty the morning scenery was and decided to go barefoot and walk all the way to the restaurant.

Michael loved this beach the first moment his feet touched the sand ten years ago--it was soft and cool to touch. It was the same even now. Despite the piercingly hot sun, the sand remained soft and cold under the soles of his feet. It was pretty quiet for an afternoon though. Not much people were outside, Michael thought as a rowdy group of men walked in the direction opposite to him; they were a lot more conspicuous because of it. They emanated a staggering amount of vigor; just being near them made him feel tired. Michael sighed. He was only a 32 year-old man, but sometimes he felt significantly older. Suddenly, a man caught his eye. Michael singled out the man with an impressive physique from the crowd. He was really pretty. As if he sensed his gaze, the man looked back at him directly and stared.

Michael locked eyes with the man about 6-10 years younger than him. The young man was pretty tall; slightly taller than him. His hair was cut short, which made him look neat and tidy. He was half-naked too, much to Michael's enjoyment. His skin color was on the darker side, and his arms were toned just the way Michael liked them--not too bulky, but well-defined. It was the same with his stomach. It was flat and smooth, with subtle ab definitions. He had a great body; the eye-catching type where you'd see the way the sun shines on his skin and you'd be like, 'daaaamn'. More than anything though, Michael found his sunny smile the most attractive thing about him--along with his eyes. Light brown, which really went along with his skin.

They held each other's gaze for way longer than Michael was comfortable. It was slightly weird, but he experienced this a lot so it wasn't that weird. It was fairly common on vacations and beach walks so he didn't think much of it. Moreover, Michael didn't think he himself was attractive enough to warrant any attention, especially from someone as gorgeous as this guy. Still, that does raise the question of why he was looking in the first place though.

In any case, it didn't matter much. He got a good look at the fantastic eye candy; they'll never see each other again. The end.

"Hey, I don't know if you remember me. We made eye-contact awhile ago."

So why was he here?

His name was apparently Kei. He's half Japanese and half Latino. He came all the way here from California and he's been here for about two days. After intensely playing several beach activities since he got here, he decided to just unwind by comfortably relaxing and going on walk for the rest of the trip. He was actually planning to just casually spend the night in his hotel room when his friends suddenly barged in and invited him to a bonfire with music, s'mores, and free tequila. So he went.

When Kei came by and asked the older man if he remembered him from the eye-contact this morning, Michael panicked and blankly answered, "no". He didn't know why he lied. Of course he remembered the guy. Kei was drop-dead gorgeous. And now he's wearing glasses--apparently he needed them normally. He takes them off when he swims. As if that didn't make him hotter. God knows Michael has a thing for people with glasses--you know what? Maybe that's why he lied. Clarifying would probably make it awkward too so that was out of the question. He couldn't just go, "Hey, I lied. I actually remember looking at your hot, well-defined body." Believe him, sometimes he wished he was the type of person who could easily say that. He wasn't.

Kei looked slightly disappointed at Michael's answer for some reason but he cheered up eventually after talking for a bit.

"So, do you drink?" he asked.

"I do. I'm pretty good at it. Despite being socially awkward."

Kei laughed, his white teeth showing. Mesmerizing.

"Well, I'll take that as a challenge," He replied.

He went to get some tequila and Michael patiently waited. He was pretty nervous talking to someone as stunning as Kei, but as always, he can do anything he put his mind into as long as he's ready--and tipsy from alcohol. Plus, the younger man was pretty interesting. He spoke eloquently, but he also wasn't snobbish. Talking to him wasn't your average shallow conversation, but it was pretty casual at the same time. It really helped Michael relax.

He was like if comfort was a person.

Kei came back with a two shot glasses, a pack of salt, lemon slices, and a tequila bottle. Classic starter-pack.

"They gave it to me for free! Why are they so nice? Damn," he said jubilantly.

Because you're hot.

Michael didn't say that, obviously. They casually talked about things or about themselves for over two hours. They had the same opinions in life so it was pretty easy to talk. Both didn't even realize the amount of time that had passed. The last group of men around the bonfire--Kei's friends-- decided to leave and dance around on local clubs. They asked if he was in.

Michael looked at Kei and told him it was okay to go. It was getting pretty late for an old man like him anyway.

Kei nodded and told his friends, "Nah, have fun. I'll drink and talk a bit more with this beautiful guy."

Michael was taken aback. What did he mean by beautiful? Does he swing that way? Or maybe he meant nothing. He himself never even thought he was decent-looking. Yeah, that was probably nothing. He blushed.

"Beautiful? Is there another person you were talking to all this time?" Michael looked behind him comically as he half-jokingly said.

Kei snorted in reply as he rolled his eyes, "Are you fishing for compliments or something?"

"You're beautiful, Michael." He said simply while looking straight into the older man's eyes.

The older man flushed visibly at the forward, stark-naked compliment. Were young people today this transparent? He didn't know what to say. He felt his cheeks turn hot. Fortunately, he could just blame it on the alcohol.

"So, you interested in men?"

Michael coughed over the straightforward question. God, an old man couldn't have a break, couldn't he?

"Why do you ask?"

"Because I am. And I find you terribly hot, that's why," Kei replied simply.

So he does swing that way. Fuck.

"I'm...I've never had experience with guys," Michael stuttered.

Kei asked with a grin, "Care to change that?"

Michael was speechless. He wouldn't like to admit how nice it felt that someone like Kei would find him attractive. Jesus, the flirting was a lot to take in though. He was giddy inside, though he avoided letting it show on his face.

Still, he was married. His wife knew he was bi-curious years before they were married and she's always been fine with it. In fact, she repeatedly kept telling him that she didn't mind him with a guy. Evelyn even tried encouraging Michael's nervous ass to seek out men for casual sex years ago. She was very outspoken about how she'd love to see him with a man. He was never confident and comfortable enough to try though, and she respected that. She avoided mentioning it too much to ease the pressure off, but she also kept at it because she knew Michael always wanted to try too. And he needs a push. The right push.

"Kinda, yeah." Michael replied.

Maybe Kei was the right push. He was sexy. He was respectful, kind. Interesting and funny. Did Michael mention he was sexy? Plus, he didn't know if it was the beach or the vacation or the alcohol--but he was feeling great. Comfortable enough to try.

"Can you lend me your arm?" Michael asked.

Kei was confused but nevertheless, he reached his arm out to Michael.

"Thanks," Michael muttered quietly as he started pouring tequila on a shot glass. Kei looked at him. He's never seen a more gentle, polite man in his life. Even without the potential sex, he still would've loved spending time with Michael. Just talking for hours. Find out more about him, you know? The sex part is just the cherry on top--though Kei didn't actually like cherries non-metaphorically. If Michael really was willing to try, Kei would feel honored if it were him who would have the pleasure of being the lovely man's first time. That way, he'd make sure Michael would have a great time and an overall good first experience with gay sex. He trusted himself enough to put Michael's pleasure first and foremost and that he wouldn't do anything to hurt the sweet man after all.

He felt salt falling onto his wrist. Michael sprinkled a moderate amount and Kei watched on, perplexed. Michael took the tequila shot glass in one hand and a lemon slice in the other. Suddenly, he leaned in to kiss Kei's wrist right before slowly licking and sucking the salt off of it as he looked up at him. Kei shuddered, his cock grew uncontrollably hard. He feverishly watched the experienced man dunk the shot all at once and immediately suck the lemon dry--he looked like a fucking expert. The kind who spends all day on colorful clubs, doing body shots or something--which Kei doubted extremely because the man was really fucking shy and quiet. He probably doesn't even like clubs.

Kei noticed a little bit of juice dribbling on the corner of Michael's lips. He couldn't help but lean in to take a lick before moving away. Kei looked directly at the older male's eyes as he licked his lips and said, "Delicious."

He didn't even like lemon.

Judging by how antsy the younger man looked right now, the trick probably worked, Michael thought with amusement. He loved drinking. And he was basically a veteran at it so he's got a few tricks under his sleeve. Drinking removed a lot of his inhibitions, so he did it often, mostly alone, when he was younger. And don't misunderstand, he didn't do the trick because he was drunk or something, no. He always liked borrowing the confidence to do things he normally never could from alcohol. Plus, Michael could hold his liquor better than anyone he ever met. So stupid decisions while drunk weren't and will never really be his jam. He did the seduction trick purely due to his attraction to this hunk of a man.

"I'd love to lick more things off of you," he said as he licked his lips and laughed. Another case-example of something he probably would never have said without alcohol; he'd think it, sure, but he would never say it out loud. Kei's eyes shined with hunger at the older man's sudden switch from his passive stance.

Michael continued, "But I gotta tell you something, if whatever we want to happen...will happen."

He was pretty nervous, even with the alcohol. They've been flirting for quite some time. What if Kei wasn't comfortable sleeping with somebody else's husband? Michael became anxious--what if he loses interest?

Regardless, he needed to do this.

He breathed deeply and said, "I've known I was bi-curious for a long time and I've always wanted an experience with a nice guy, but I never had the courage to do so until now....despite my wife encouraging it for a pretty long time. I still w-want to ask for her permission.....and yours, obviously."

Kei grew silent.

Michael nervously asked, "So are you comfortable with that? I'm sorry I d-didn't tell you sooner--I guess I was a bit scared you'd lose interest. I was wrong, I know and--"

Kei pulled Michael's hair a bit roughly towards him and invaded the older man's mouth with his wet tongue. He growled impatiently, "Hurry up, do what you gotta do."

Michael hastily dialed his wife's number.

She picked up.

"Hi, honey. Listen--I have an opportunity and I want to take it."

Kei couldn't hear the woman clearly over the phone. He saw Michael holding the phone up to his ear, his cheeks turning red.

And he couldn't help but lean in and lick it gently. It was salty--most likely from the sea wind. God, he tasted better than the fucking s'mores. He held Michael's slim neck and kissed different parts of his face gently.

"Y-yeah. He's kissing me right now. Shit." Michael moaned.

That didn't help Kei's growing erection. He took Michael's hands in his own and placed it on his own crotch while nuzzling comfortably around his neck. Kei inhaled; he smelled so good. He bit down on the smooth, elastic meat on his neck and Michael yelped.

"Hurry up," Kei whined.

Michael tried focusing but the twitches he felt from the younger man's groin distracted him.

"Wait, h-hold on. Honey, do you--"

Kei snatched the phone and spoke to it, "Girl, can I respectfully fuck your hot husband?"

He heard a pleasant voice enthusiastically reply, "Fuck, yeah. Make it great for him, please."

"I really will," Kei said while looking at the beautiful, blushing older male.

He hung up. Michael asked if he really meant it.

"That you're hot? Are you fucking kidding me? You don't know how hot you are?"

Michael was confused. No one really said he was beautiful to his face except his relatives or his wife sometimes. And we all know people who love you would say the damndest, fictitious things to spare your feelings.

Kei genuinely clarified, "I've wanted to touch you all over since the moment our gazes locked together this morning."

He pulled out something out of his bag--some kind of essence oil that's usually for skin care. Kei smiled, "I wanna just recklessly fuck you deep and hard already, but I'm stopping myself. Let's hold back, touch you a bit, and enjoy this a little more slowly, okay?"

"I want to touch you too." Michael said.

"You can always touch me."

"I mean really touch you. Play-with-your-tits-kind of touch you." Michael furiously blushed with embarrassment. Still, he meant what he said.

Kei was taken aback before he smiled and assented, "Alright."

He handed the bottle to Michael before taking off his white shirt. He put out his chest and showcased his masculine body for Michael to play with.

"Touch me wherever, baby."

"Baby? I'm like seven years older than you." Michael laughed.

"I know, but who exactly asked to play with these like a fucking baby?" He teasingly asked as he jiggled his pecs with his hands.

Michael breath hitched as he looked at the grinning Kei. He was beautiful. The way his eyes squint when he smiles with his teeth showing. The way his dark locks frame his face. The way he licks his lips.

He felt so masculine in the most perfect way, with his defined abs and pecs. Michael liked his smooth skin--he wondered how it would feel on his tongue. He honestly didn't want a single part of Kei's beautiful body to be spared from the thrashes of his tongue. He wanted to lick every single inch.

He touched the young man's warm chest. Michael liked the contrast of his pale, easily flammable skin over his beautiful brown--the color of mud, where plants grew.

But more than that, he liked Kei's gentle eyes. His long lashes, creating small shadows of tendrils in his light-brown irises. They stared back at him as they encouraged the older male to touch his body. He was just so....effortlessly beautiful. Michael knew instinctively he was always going to remember this moment; this man, jutting his chest towards him to touch, with the sound of waves in the backdrop along with his own deafening heart beat.

He took some oil and gently rubbed Kei's pecs. Fuck, they were a lot softer to touch than expected. He gradually began to knead slightly harder as he looked at Kei, gauging his reaction; was he hurting him? Was he fine with it?

Kei laughed at Michael's nervous appearance. He flexed his pectoral muscles and made them move against the older man's touches to tell him it was fine. Heck, knead him like bread for all he cares. Just fucking touch him in any way, you know?

Michael's hands slowly traveled from his pecs to his ribs. His beautiful ribs. Michael wasn't religious but if he was, he'd assume these ribs were what God built Eve from.

The excess oil from his pecs and his ribs dribbled down his defined stomach sexily. Michael gulped. He couldn't believe he was doing this. He's always known he was bi--but he could never act upon it. Fuck--just touching him felt so good and Michael didn't know why. Every touch onto his body felt like worship; felt so intimate. He felt like he could write songs about it. Or poems. Heck, he's spiraled into this soliloquy for a while now.

It felt similar to what he felt when he first had sex with Evelyn. Except, this part of him was repressed his entire life. And now the dam's been broken--and water will wreak havoc.

Michael licked his lips. He could hear Kei gasping whenever he pinched his nipples--a beautiful darker color than his brown skin. The light from the fire was creating a sort of sheen in Kei's oiled up body. Michael felt his eyes burn from the amount of heat his body was emanating. How much work did it take to mold these muscles as intricately as he did? These pecs, these ribs, this stomach. His gaze traveled lower and lower until he couldn't help but glance at Kei's sizable bulge.

Kei followed his gaze and cheerfully teased, "Wanna see?"

He gave a blank nod. And Kei slowly undressed in front of his eyes. His cock sprang up, erect; far above average, but not disproportionally gigantic--much to Michael's relief. His shorts were now partly undressed, wrapping around his defined thighs as he slightly spread his legs open for the older man's voyeuristic enjoyment. God, he looked fucking sexy.

Kei sensually and repeatedly rotated his thumb around the tip of his cock as he closed his eyes. When he withdrew the finger eventually, a silver string of pre-cum stretched between the tip and his thumb.

Michael's mouth fucking watered.

"I wanna lick. I wanna fucking suck your balls dry--FUCK."

Kei raised the thumb that was just on his tip. He teased, "You mean this?"

Michael stuck his tongue out and Kei instantly knew what he wanted. He gently acquiesced as he slowly pressed his thumb right on top of the older man's wet tongue. Michael shuddered at the contact. He could taste him. He started slowly licking Kei's thumb clean before the young man took it back. He put it on his lips, wetting it with Michael's saliva.

The older man's cock twitched. It was such a fucking turn-on to see Kei so eager in tasting his fluids. It felt so intimate. As if there wasn't any part in the older man's body he wouldn't lick.

"Do you want to lick something else, Michael?" Kei jokingly asked.

Michael said, breathless, "I do. You know I do."

Kei grinned, "No one's stopping you, baby."

Michael leaned in immediately like a fish that found water. He held Kei's veiny dick in his hand, twitching upon contact. He gently stroked it up and down before taking it in his warm mouth. Michael felt the head enter his lips. Blowing a guy's dick--one of his many dreams since high-school, was finally being fulfilled right at this moment.

It was harder than he imagined, perhaps because Kei wasn't exactly small. His mouth was full and it didn't have any more space to take him in, so the older man tried remembering the visuals of how people did it--he gradually began to open up his throat to take an inch.

"Shit, you're a natural. Yeah--keep sucking, Michael. Fuck, that feels so good. You're such a good boy, Michael. Good b-booyyy." Kei stuttered as Michael inhaled another inch in his tight throat.