AUTHOR'S NOTE
This story was written for entry into the 2021 Summer Lovin contest.
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INTRODUCTION
Let me begin by introducing myself. My name is Mark Elwood and I'm a 1st year grad. student at Tulane Univ. in New Orleans. I'm 21 and slim with dark brown hair and a pale complexion partially because of my British heritage and also since I don't spend a lot of time in the sun. I do make it a point to exercise in the school gym almost every day and swim laps at least twice a week, so I think I'm in excellent shape. I grew up in California but stayed closeted (and a virgin) until I came to New Orleans where I came out to a few people and lost my virginity(!).
Several months ago I met my boyfriend, Ryan, at a party hosted by some mutual friends. Ryan's 19, a student at the University of Virginia (UVA), and the shortstop on the UVA men's baseball team. I only see him when he comes home for a weekend or holidays, but when he does come home we have a great time together. Ryan comes from a wealthy and socially prominent New Orleans family, all of which Ryan says are hyper-active sexually. His parents are actually swingers, often hosting parties at their New Orleans mansion. Ryan himself is bi-sexual, but confines his gay activities to New Orleans, whereas at UVA he's totally straight. While we're both versatile, he's mostly a top and I'm more of a bottom, so we fit well together. When I've spent weekends at his house, we always sleep together.
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Ryan recently finished his freshman year at UVA and has returned to New Orleans for the summer, so I wasn't terribly surprised to answer the phone and find Ryan on the other end.
"Hey, Mark, how's it going?"
"Great! I'm really looking forward to being done with classes and having more freedom for awhile. How about you?"
"Same here, although of course I'm already done with classes for this year. I feel sorry for you!" he chuckled. "Anyhow, the reason I'm calling is that my father just told me he wants you to come over here for dinner this Friday. He said he had a surprise for us. -- and of course - you can stay over till Sunday if you want - and we could have some fun!"
"Sounds great to me! I could use some 'fun', as you put it, after the last few weeks! You have any idea about what's it about -- and are you sure he said 'us'?
"No, to the first question -- and yes, to the second, he said 'us', so I guess you're somehow involved. Father likes to spring surprises on people and I have no idea what he's thinking now -- but from little I could tell, my mother knows what it is, but she's not talking. Anyhow, be here around six. Casual dress, so come as you are."
So on Friday, I took a shower and dressed in slacks and a button-down shirt. My usual dress of a t-shirt and jeans just wouldn't be right for a dinner with Ryan's family. I packed a bag because I was sure I'd spend the weekend with Ryan. A little after 5 pm, I took the street car down St. Charles to Third St. and then walked the 4 blocks to their place.
When I got there, I rang the bell on their gate and was let in. Alfred, their English butler and Mr. Boudreau's handsome valet, had opened the door and gave me a warm hug as I entered. "It's good to see you again, master Mark. Will you be staying for the weekend as usual?"
"Probably Alfred. You're looking good. Hope you're doing alright."
"Yes, I am, thanks for asking. I expect master Ryan is waiting for you upstairs, so go right up."
Upstairs, Ryan's door was closed, but I just opened it and went in. Ryan had just gotten out of the shower and was drying off. God, how I loved seeing his naked body!
"You're a little early."
"Is that a problem?" I made a motion for him to come closer. When he got close enough, I raised his limp cock to my mouth and licked the head.
Ryan groaned. "God that's good, but cut it out! You're not that early - we have to be down for dinner in less than 10 minutes!"
He quickly dressed and we headed downstairs. His parents were just sitting down to the table in the dining room and we joined them. Gerald Boudreau, Ryan's father, shook my hand, and Jeanne, his mother, gave me a kiss on the cheek, saying, "It's so good to see you again, Mark. I think it's been over a month since we last saw you."
"Thank you, Mrs. Boudreau -- and thanks for the invitation." I held her chair out for her and she slid into the seat. Once again, I admired both her elegance and beauty.
Ryan and I took seats opposite each other in the middle of the large table.
"We're glad you could make it tonight, Mark," Gerald told me. "We want to talk something over with you and Ryan, but first let's eat."
The maid and cook, Penny, with Alfred's help, brought in a crab salad and plates of Shrimp Creole with white rice plus some crusty French bread, and then poured glasses of chilled Pinot Grigio to go with it. The dinner was delicious and superb as always.
When we were done, Gerald finally brought up the reason why I had been invited over.
"Mark, while Jeanne and I are immensely proud of Ryan, there are times when he hasn't always been as mature as he should and he's often failed to take his studies seriously, generally partying too much. However, lately he seems to have grown up some and his grades have shown real improvement. He had a C+ average his first semester, but this semester he raised his average to an A-."
Ryan was blushing terribly.
"While we credit him with much of that improvement, we feel you've also been a large part of the reason for that change in his attitude and your friendship and relationship with him has helped him immensely. So, to get to the point, Jeanne and I want to reward the two of you as a result. We want you to have a real vacation this summer and so we're going to provide the two of you with an all-expense paid week in Curaçao later this summer, whenever it's convenient for the two of you to go." He went on, "In case you don't know, Curaçao is a Dutch Caribbean island, off of the northern coast of Venezuela. It almost always has beautiful weather and some of best beaches in the world -- plus it's a very gay friendly place, so you boys will have no fears on that account."
I was speechless. This was HUGE!!! Ryan and myself on a Caribbean island by ourselves!
Mr. Boudreau went on. "Mark, we know Ryan has a passport -- but if you don't, you'll have to get one. Curaçao is a Dutch island."
"I do have a passport, Mr. Boudreau. I had to get one last year when I went to England for several weeks."
"Then everything's fine, Mark. Just let me know when the two of you want to go and I'll make the necessary reservations. Jeanne and I have been to Curaçao several times and we've always loved it. It a beautiful island with a great many activities that I'm sure you'll enjoy."
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Ryan and I decided we could go in 3 weeks time and let Ryan's father know. We spent a lot of our free time getting things we needed for our trip. New sexy speedos, etc. I also found some neat mesh see-through shirts for both of us and I planned to give Ryan his once we got there. There were also a few things I needed to finalize at Tulane before I could go,
One night after we'd had a romp in his bedroom, we had a frank discussion of what we wanted to do in Curaçao. Ryan wanted to do all the touristy things, like snorkeling and so on -- and so did I. But I don't think he was terribly surprised by what I wanted.
"Ryan," I began, "how many times have you had sex?"
"I don't really know, probably over 100 times -- with both guys & girls."
"Well, I've only had sex with less than 10 different guys, not counting blowjobs, so far. I want to change that. While I want to do all the things you want, I also want to have a lot of sex if we can. Would you be ok with that?"
"Fuck yeah, Mark! That sounds terrific -- I'm all in. Let's not waste any evenings!" he laughed. "But you know, we can't count on everyone being clean, like our friends, Patrick and his gang, nor can we count on them telling us the truth about it. I don't know about you, but I'm really not willing to have bareback sex with any strangers -- and I hope you agree. We're too young to take the chance of catching AIDs."
"My thoughts exactly, Ryan -- we'll have to take a large supply of condoms. And I want to have sex with a variety of guys -- natives, Europeans, Asians, maybe even Eskimos!"
"Sounds hot, Mark, although I don't know where you're going to find an Eskimo in the Caribbean," he said in amusement. "Maybe with any luck you can do two or three guys a day," he said with a laugh. I swatted him with a pillow and pinned him down.
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Finally it was time!
Day 1 -- Monday: Leaving; Clubbing; Oskar & Nils
Ryan's father's valet, Alfred drove Ryan and myself to the airport where we boarded the American flight to Curaçao at 6:15 in the morning. The flight was about 7 hrs with a stop in Miami. We arrived at the Willemstad airport in Curaçao shortly before 2 pm in the afternoon. I spent most of the time reading while Ryan played games and listened to music on his I-Pad.
We immediately caught a cab to the resort where Ryan's father had reserved a suite for us. The resort was spectacular! It was right on the ocean and had its own private beach. Then there were 5 swimming pools, 4 large Jacuzzis, 2 restaurants, a café, a garden and a gym.
We had a beautifully decorated suite on the 2nd floor of the resort with a bedroom with a king-sized bed, a kitchenette and a small living room with a pull-out queen-sized bed and a wonderful view of the ocean. It was perfect!
We decided to take a short nap, have dinner at one of the resort restaurants and then go out to one of the gay clubs nearby. When we woke, we dressed in tight shorts and open button-down shirts and tennis shoes. We had dinner, then found a gay club we'd heard about that was nearby. It was pretty full and active with lots of guys either sitting at a table or out on the dance floor. We ordered some rum punches and enjoyed watching the dancers and listening to the music.
There were all sorts of people in the club, both guys and girls, everyone from older teenagers to people in their 50s, but most of them were in their early 20s to late 30s. After we finished our drinks and some appetizers, we went out on the dance floor and danced by ourselves for awhile. A really hot guy in his late 20s decided he wanted to dance with me too, so I split off from Ryan and danced with him for awhile. He was stockier than me, but also taller, maybe 6'3". We danced apart but sometimes we moved closer, our bodies touching. He was really attractive and, while muscular, not overly so. When the dance ended, he held out his hand and we shook. "You dance very well -- very cute & sexy," he said with a smile. "I'm Oskar. How about joining me and my partner, Nils, for a drink?"
"Sure, why not? Can I bring my friend too?"
"If he looks anything like you, of course!" he replied with a hearty laugh.
I called Ryan over and introduced him to Oskar, who looked him up and down approvingly. "Are all you Americans as sexy as you two? If so, I must go there."
The guy at his table stood up and shook our hands. He was about the same height as Oskar, but leaner and athletic-looking. I would guess he was about 26. His shirt was partly open showing a beautiful hairless, tanned chest. He seemed particularly attracted to Ryan although he gave me a warm look too..
"Hello, I'm Nils," he announced. Oskar certainly knows how to pick them. We're from Sweden and are here for just a few days of fun. And you?"
