[Author's Note: I'm not sure about turning this into a series. Let me hear your feedback (thoughts or idea's welcome), and I will take it from there. Thanks again MasterofControl2003 for the excellent editing!]
I knew his game from the first moment I saw him cruising the beach. I knew he was looking for a new Daddy and I was willing to fill that role for him, but I would make him beg me first.
His body was that of a man's although his babyface made his age harder to determine. His dirty blonde hair fell across his face and I watched his eyes go crinkly with his smile. He was shaking out his towel, trying to catch anyone's attention. His chest and body was slim and lean with just the hint of muscle development under his tanned skin. His bright blue board shorts accentuated his slim build as they clung to his hips exposing a faint trail of hair from his navel -downward into the waistband.
He looked my way, his eyes widening in surprise as we made eye contact. I gave him an appraising look up and down his body letting him know of my interest. My eyes lingered on his crotch, just to make sure he got the point, before I turned and walked up to the bar.
I motioned to the bartender, Ted. Ted knew me and quickly made a drink for me. I had a boat at this dock and had spent the morning cleaning it as I prepared it to go out this afternoon. Ted has been a guest on my boat on a few occasions. Well, it helped that I owned the restaurant as well.
I am in my late 30's and had come down to the island after selling my business on the mainland and more or less retiring though I now own a few new businesses on the island and even do consulting from time to time. I am pretty average looking, though more fit than most guys my age from working on my boats. Now I was able to spend a large portion of my time relaxing and indulging my vices.
I watched the beach boy come in and look around the room. I turned my head away before he could see me but as I expected he came to sit by me just a moment later. He cleared his throat in nervousness.
Ted and I were having a conversation about the weather and where I might be boating today so I did not turn to the boy. I did, however, reach over and placed my hand on his leg at mid-thigh, causing him to jump slightly. I continued my conversation with Ted, occasionally moving my hand up and down in a caress, but nothing over the top. To his credit, the boy waited patiently if a little uncertainly.
I ended the conversation by telling Ted to give the boy whatever he wanted to drink. From the corner of my eyes, I saw the boy turn to look at me in question. I casually took a sip of my drink, still having not looked at him. He nervously cleared his throat and ordered a soda.
Once Ted walked away, I turned to face the boy who was staring at me curiously. "That's what you want, isn't it?" I asked. "Someone to take care of you?"
"Um, I guess. I mean, who doesn't want that?" he joked, trying to lighten the mood and perhaps to make his intentions less obvious.
"Do you work?" I demanded.
"Uh, no, I'm not working right now." He lowered his eyes for a moment in shame or at least to pretend shame. "I'm actually in kind of a bind right now."
I said to myself, 'Just as I thought.' He would see his opportunity and take it if I responded. Now he would give me his sob story about how his mom died and his girlfriend kicked him out and he got fired and now he had no money and nowhere to go... or something like that.
I was in no mood to listen to his tale, so I didn't take the bait and ask him the follow up question he hoped for. Instead, I changed the subject. Ted had just brought the boy's drink, so I asked him about the lunch specials. I ordered the catch of the day for myself and a burger for the boy. When I finished I turned back to the boy with my eyebrow raised, daring him to change the order.
He smiled tentatively, "Thanks." I could tell that he didn't know what to make of me.
"Don't thank me," I said. "I left my wallet at home. I'll have to put you to work to pay for the meal," I said with a straight face. It was all true, but he didn't need to know the particulars.
He studied me for a minute before laughing timidly, not sure if I was kidding. I smiled and he visibly relaxed. "How old are you?" I asked.
"24," was his response after a couple of beats.
"No, you're not. Why would you feel the need to lie to a total stranger?"
He didn't answer but ducked his head down. I lifted it with a hand under his chin and repeated my question, looking him right in the eyes. "I'm 19," he confessed. I studied him for a moment before releasing my grip on his chin. "What happened to your last Daddy?"
He looked at me with surprise, but I had decided I might as well be straightforward. I took another sip of my drink before turning back to face him.
He seemed unsure how to respond. I was glad he decided to be honest. "Um, his wife found out."
I chuckled, "Well, I'm not married, so that solves that."
I told Ted to call my cell phone when the food was ready. I stood then and, taking hold of the boy's hand, I stepped toward the door. Again, he had a questioning look on his face, but he didn't say anything as he followed me out the door, down the dock, and to my boat.
As we walked, still holding his hand with mine, I mused that neither of us knew the other's name, but I decided that didn't matter. I stepped onto the larger of my boats and helped him follow. I guided him down below into the air-conditioned cabin.
He was looking around appreciatively when I pulled him to my body and engulfed his mouth with my own. The kiss was rough and demanding and I was pleased how easily and willingly he gave up control. When I pulled back he gave a whimper. I pushed him away from me, a little roughly, and walked away. I turned on the stereo before sitting on the wide leather sofa.
