The drive to the Marriott Hua Hin Hotel took about three hours. Hope felt every minute of it; he tried to quiet his restless heart and brain, but the birds in his soul, the white ones representing love, hope, and anticipation of something wonderful, were fluttering and frolicking at full speed, creating a joyous, noisy jumble inside him.

He was blushing now and then at the thought of Jake, his insides clenching with the anticipation of an unforgettable vacation, as if he were on his way to an exam that would set the record straight. It was hard to tame the merry hurricane raging inside him, and he couldn't get a handle on it.

And Jake kept adding fuel to the fire by sending him messages: "I just saw a cloud in the shape of a kitten. Look to your left. "Doesn't it look like a kitten?", "The weather's gorgeous today, the sunset's gonna be amazing. "Why don't we go for a walk?", "We're about to stop. "I strongly suggest you use the restroom, kitten. It's a long drive." The last text sent a wave of heat through the guy's body, and his brain was working at full speed again:

"He's here. He's in my life and in my heart. He's thinking about me and I can't help but dream about him. What did he mean by that? Like last time with the school shower, looking for a reunion?"

Even C asked if everything was okay, apparently seeing his neighbor's ears and cheeks reddening in front of his eyes. Hope hurriedly replied that he felt fine, covering the parts of his body that gave away his condition with his hair.

Indeed, a fifteen-minute stop was soon announced, and many people visited the restroom first, then ran to the roadside store to buy goodies for the road. Hope didn't get off the bus right away, his doubts plaguing him:

"What if Lion is really waiting for me there? What if someone sees us or overhears our conversation? But he probably wouldn't do anything without thinking."

Two friends were washing their hands when he entered a simple but clean men's room with six stalls. Walking into the vacant one, he closed up and stood inside for a while, chuckling quietly to himself:

"Gods, what am I doing here? I don't want to go to the bathroom, why did I even come here? Stupid Hope!"

Stepping outside, he made his way to the sink, and scooping some cold water into his palms, he refreshed his face. When he looked up at his reflection, his body shuddered as he saw Lion beside him.

"I've been waiting for you. Madly wished I could hear the smell of peppermint. I wish I could inhale it all the way back to the hotel," he whispered in the guy's ear, leaning almost closely behind him with his whole body and leaning over to the mirror to fix his already well styled hair at the same time.

"And I'd like to be in your arms forever," the thought was unspoken, but Hope turned to her warm cheek and gave it a light kiss, unexpectedly for both of them. A realization came after the action, and he lowered his eyes, blushing, looking at the drip patterns on the white shell.

Jake put his palm to the kissed cheek and whispered again: "That's so cute, kitten. Are you teasing me?"

"Who's to say. You're the one who teases me all the time," Hope's mind raced.

The velvet voice and hot breath against his neck sent a herd of goosebumps coursing down the boy's body and he shivered and hurriedly excused himself, "It wasn't planned. I'm sorry, Hia."

"You don't have to apologize for something like that. Yeah, as I suspected... Hang in there, Jake. This trip promises to be fun....  Kitten, let's forget all our troubles and enjoy this time," Hope's whispered voice, that musky scent mixed with the scent of fresh apple, made him fall even more into the abyss of his desire to possess this man completely. And when he reached for the strong hands on the sink on either side of him to hold them against him.....

Pruit piled into the restroom, "Ah, there you are! Jean couldn't find you anywhere and... well, you know her, she's been racking my brain to find you."

Jake immediately reached for the paper towels and, wiping his already dry hands, spoke quickly, "Boys, everyone needs to be on the bus in two minutes. Don't be long."

Pruit respectfully replied, "Yes, teacher!" and, as Jake came out of the restroom, immediately spoke conspiratorially:

"They watching for us like for the little ones, the four cerberus. P'Jake especially embarrasses me. He's not going to let us have a good time, is he? Have you seen his stern look?"

"Uh-huh," the headman could only mumble, but he was smiling inwardly, and the birds inside him were happily chirping some pleasant tune.

***

The five-star Hua Hin Marriott Resort and Spa Hotel was located on the beachfront of the Gulf of Thailand, within walking distance of Hua Hin city center. It offered 5 unique swimming pools, a garden, sports fields and fitness rooms, as well as modern rooms. The school was able to afford such a hotel solely because of the sponsorship, mostly parental, cash infusion into the basketball team and the development of the school as a whole.

As soon as the bus doors opened at the final destination, the eighteen-year-old, poised, almost grown-up kids instantly ceased to be. With loud shouts of joy, the students, who looked like a pack of playful monkeys at that moment, rushed onto the beach.

Hope calmly stepped out into the not-so-blazing sun and closed his eyes and sucked in the air. After the dry and dusty city air, the sea air, moist and clean, filled his lungs with freshness. He immediately plunged into happy memories of his parents and his childhood. But no sooner was he deep enough into them than he had to abruptly dive back out. His best friends picked him up on both sides by the arms and dragged him to the water.

The headman didn't resist, only turned around, trying to find Jake with his eyes. It turned out the man had been standing behind him the whole time, with his back to the bus, and now, with his hands in his pockets, was smiling at him and nodding his head toward the shore, as if to say, "Run along, have fun! You deserve it!"

"Do I really deserve this happiness?" - Hope could not even mentally answer this question positively, but, the hope for a happy future, expanding every day its boundaries, no longer predicted its unfulfilled and ephemeral. The boy dreamed more and more and drowned in love, in new accomplishments and victories. Minor inconveniences, like Indigo's blackmail, and fears lurked more and more in the background.

The boys splashed around in the water while their chaperones stood back and watched the unbridled fun of the kids, smiling.

"Hope, look at the older ones! I daresay they'd give anything to splash around with us. Especially P'Jake. He's got fire in his eyes. See, see, see? It's like he wants to put it out by diving into the sea," the all-seeing Jean couldn't help but voice her thoughts out loud.

"Do you see fire in his eyes? And I see a placid abyss that I want to drown in," the boy muttered very quietly, his words not heard in the general clamor of a hundred frolicking teenagers.

"President, shall we toss Jean?" - Pruit shouted and picked up the skinny girl by the arm. Hope seconded the idea, and they, holding their friend's hands, tossed her legs into the air on the count of three, and the girl squealed into the salt water, raising a swarm of spray into the air.

"Guys, let's go! Let's dry off and get to settling in!" - Jake's voice boomed, and the students began to settle down, giggling as they crawled ashore.

Ten minutes later everyone was at the front desk of the hotel with their belongings. Jake was assigned class M6-1 and was handing out room keys to the guys.

"Captain, who will you be staying with?" - He turned to Hope, who immediately froze and began to mentally and visually communicate to the teacher exactly who he would like to spend all of his free time in the room with.

"Buddy, what are you hanging around for? Where is he without me, teacher! We're going to live together," Pruit said, hugging his silent friend.

Hope nodded, and Jake put the two cards for the second-floor room in his hand. The touch made his heart race. He had to fight his urges all the time; here and now he wanted to grasp the strong, warm palm and ask Lion what room he would be staying in, where and when they could be alone to talk.

Pruit pulled his friend behind him and he had to walk, picking up his suitcase. They made their way through the crowd of students, and suddenly Hope, turning around for a moment to get another look at his object of passion, crashed into something hard and warm. Rubbing his bruised shoulder, he first saw the elegant dark green crocodile skin boots, and realized he had rammed into a person. Apologizing, he began to lift his head.

"And you haven't changed," a flat, expressionless, deep voice stirred unpleasant images in his mind.

Hope looked at the man beside him and lost his balance for a second, but strong, powerful arms immediately picked him up.

Oliver hadn't changed much in three years: a pumped-up body, a wide neck, facial features as sharp as those of an ancient Greek god, his light-blond hair had grown back a little and was neatly tucked back, which made him look solid, his dark green eyes were also cold, and his face expressed no emotion.

His olive-colored suit and a darker, grassy viscose shirt, as well as a simple but very pleasant scent of bergamot and grapefruit, made him the most desirable flower for the local bees, which Hope had no doubt.

"Hello. What brings you back to Thailand?" - the guy gathered himself, got to his feet and adjusted his T-shirt, which was slightly pulled up, thus allowing jade Apollo to touch the bare skin on his waist with his hands.

"I'm here on business," he replied briefly, continuing to stare at his interlocutor.

Hope was never able to read the emotions of this icy statue, so he decided to get away from those sapphire eyes as soon as possible, he quickly said goodbye to the biggest failure of his life and went to the elevator, at which many of his friends were already crowded.

Five minutes later, the headman and his friends managed to get into the elevator with their bags, suitcases, and backpacks. Hope was surprised when Oliver joined them at the last moment.

He pretended not to care when the green-eyed handsome man stood next to him at such an insignificant distance, which could be explained by the number of people and things per square meter.

But suddenly a warm hand touched his buttocks and Rock's fingers pressed into the back pocket of his tight jeans. Hope's eyes widened in surprise and he wanted to be indignant and pull the insolent man's limb away from his butt, but as soon as he turned to look at his longtime acquaintance, the hand immediately returned to its owner and began typing something on the tablet.

"What the hell? Oliver decided that the story with his father and those three years didn't happen? Is he out of his mind?" - The Australian's behavior pissed him off and shook his body in indignation as Hope exited the second floor and walked to his room. He slipped his hand into his pants pocket where Oliver's fingers had just been and suddenly fumbled for a folded piece of paper, Hope looked at the note but put it back away, deciding to read it in his room.

Pruit ran into the room first, and the headman followed him.

It was an excellently appointed room with air conditioning, a flat-screen TV with satellite channels. Other amenities included a minibar that did not include alcohol, a safe, a spacious bathroom with shower, and a balcony overlooking the sea.

There was also a huge fruit basket and cold strawberry lemonade waiting for them on the table.

"Wow, we don't have that in our room or the one next door. The goodies in this hotel are only handed out to outstanding personalities, eh, Captain?" - uttered in one breath an excited and cheerful C, who ran into the room as the guys had not closed the door. With the face of a curious feline, he quickly ran through the room and after looking around thoroughly, he disappeared into the hallway.

"Haha, everyone's a little nuts today," Pruit cheerfully summarized this sudden intrusion as he looked at the slamming door.

They had to hurry, as all students were asked to show up for dinner at 6:15 p.m. The boys quickly laid out their things and Pruit ran to Jean, informing his friend that they would meet at the restaurant.

With twenty minutes to go Hope decided to shower and change, but as he entered the bathroom he remembered the note and immediately opened it:

<"It was insanely good to see you. Shall we continue from where my father interrupted us last time we met? Room 314. I'll be waiting for you."

The resentment gradually turned to disgust and rage, his wounded dignity screaming, "Who the hell does he think he is, fucking bastard! He met a high school sweetheart after three years, who he didn't get to play with properly, and now he's calling me to bed? What am I to him? A call boy? I've got to put him in his place!"

Hope's jaw clenched with anger, he decided to say everything he thought about this man to his face and throw the torn note with this rude and insolent suggestion into the same place. In a frenzy he quickly traversed the stairs one floor up and, coming to the door of room 314, pounded on it several times with his fist.

The door immediately swung open, and a suddenly strong arm pulled his body sharply into the room, encircling his neck, and rock-like muscles pinned him against the wall. His first reaction was shock.

"So cute. Came at my first call. Nothing has changed. That's good," the soulless robot with perfect body proportions, ignoring the boy's severely dilated pupils and eyes, ran his thumb over his lips that had parted in fright and then dug a kiss into them. His tongue dipped inside, explored the desired territory, and after a few seconds moved to the captive's cheeks, chin, and neck.

Hope was in a daze like a salamander pretending to be dead when attacked by a predator. He was frustrated and annoyed by his body's reaction to the stress. This immobility prevented him from doing what he desired. At this particular moment, he wanted with all his being to push away the man who was leaving saliva on his skin and then show him all the techniques Grandpa had taught him, but his body was betraying him again, for the umpteenth time.

As Oliver's hands slid under the t-shirt of his captured prey, Hope screamed with all his inner throat: "DREAM! DREAM!" and the anchor, thank the Gods and neurolinguistic programming, worked again. It was as if he woke up from a nightmare and, feeling his body and, importantly, his strength, he immediately dealt the Australian several punches in succession, learned by rote, clearly according to his grandfather's scheme: "Nose, groin, ribs, shin, ankle..."

The huge man, who hadn't expected the attack, took all but the last of the blows as he twisted in pain and fell to the soft carpet, holding his hands over his crotch.

"How dare you, you've obviously confused me with someone else!" - Hope's indignation at the whole situation screamed out.

"Shh. Wait a second," Oliver's face, which had just been squirming in pain, had gone stony again, as if the muscles in his face had completely and irrevocably atrophied. He huffed and took a couple steps away from Hope, apparently dreading another attack:

"I thought that wasn't a problem, Nong. After all, you were reaching out to me before. And... it has come to my attention that you are now working in one of the private areas of one of the clubs in Bangkok and receiving 'special' guests. I've been wanting to see you for a long time, and after I found out... I talked my father into it, and he finally sent me to Thailand to take care of our three hotels, the Hua Hin Marriott being one of them. I didn't have time to get out to the capital, but you came to see me, which I'm thrilled about. I'm sorry if I offended you."

It was the first time he had ever heard so many words from Oliver's lips, and what words they were! With them the man had completely trampled down the jubilation and elation in his soul, and shame, disgust, despair, and dread had taken their place, but Hope did his best not to show those feelings on his face, covering it all with anger:

"How did you find out about the Club?"

"The son of one of my father's partners bragged at a party that he'd been to the Red Dragon more than once and 'tried' all the colored guys, and when the rest of our company was interested, he showed a picture. I recognized you. It was you in the red robe."

"What are you going to do with that information?" - Hope spoke gruffly and fearlessly, but this outward calmness was hard to give him, for inside there was terror, the kind that cramped his muscles.

"Nothing," Oliver paused, and Hope decided that answer was enough to say a quick goodbye and leave this room:

"In that case, I'm outta here. Don't you dare touch me again!"

But as he reached for the doorknob, Oliver said something else: "If you need help, I'll help you. The only condition is that you be my boyfriend. I'm here for you."

"This place is already taken," Hope said the words and, without turning around, took a quick step toward his room.

Of course he wasn't sure what kind of relationship he and Jake had. Could he call him his boyfriend? Probably not, since they hadn't talked about it yet. There was a connection between them, but what kind? The period in their relationship couldn't be called a flirtatious one, as they had crossed the boundaries, and there were no dates as such. The guy had no doubt only that Lion was his savior, his guiding star, Hope was head over heels in love with the man with the deep dark eyes, and the man returned the favor.

And Oliver? Hope had had feelings for him once long ago, but they didn't compare to what he was feeling now. After all these years, he had reappeared in his life. What does that mean? Is he in love? You can't read a single thought on that stone face.

Closing the door, including the chain, he finally felt safe and collapsed, sinking to the floor:

"How did our photos get into the hands of a client? Why is something like this happening to me again? Will the gods not let me relax a little? Maybe do a Sak Yant? That doesn't seem like a bad idea anymore."

(From the author: Sak Yant is a special body painting that is mostly common in Southeast Asian countries. For thousands of years, it has been considered the domain of the chosen few. This painting is endowed with a special sacred meaning and certain magical properties. In most cases, Sak Yant is a prayer address, which, according to many, respond to the supreme Gods)

Hope was already late for dinner, but he didn't want to eat, nor did he want to leave the room. He texted Jean that he would skip dinner and lay down on his single bed, but not for long as there was a knock on the door.

As soon as the guy opened it, Troy in a colorful shirt and white shorts burst into the room, "Son, why aren't you at the restaurant? Your friend said you weren't feeling well, so I ran straight to you. You do look a little pale. Is something wrong?"

Hope was faced with the choice every time - to tell Troy about his problems or not, to ask for help, or to leave things as they were and hope for the best. But this time, after his guardian's question, he immediately decided to open up, starting quietly and unsure, and ending on a teary note with a tremor in his voice:

"Grandpa... the owner of this hotel... he and I know each other. He tried to... Never mind. Turns out he knows about my work. A friend of his was bragging... and he showed him pictures of all the rainbows. How did he get the photos? What am I gonna do? What if..."

"Hold on, son. Don't hurry. You're shaking all over. Did that asshole touch you? I need names: his and that friend's," Troy squatted down across from his son who was sitting on the bed, put his hands on his lap and looked straight into his eyes.

"I'm fine... His name is Oliver. I had to use force and hit him... a few times. I don't think there should be a problem with him. He's not going to give a pass on these photos and the information he found out...he said so and I believe it. I don't know the name of his acquaintance, but I'm afraid those photos will pop up somewhere else and then everyone will...find out..." - Hope's brain at this point was collecting and processing everything it had seen and heard, and voicing the results of that careful processing.

"Right. You didn't flinch and fought back - that's great! What does this Oliver guy want from you?"

"He offered to help and said he wanted to be... my boyfriend. He was my senior in high school a few years ago, and there was sympathy between us."

"I see. I forbid you to get emotional ahead of time. Make the most of this trip, and stay away from that Oliver guy, and don't go near your coach until I talk to him and give him the approval. And I'll make some calls and take care of these photos. Club policy prohibits customers from sharing any information about the private parts of this establishment. Norman will have to answer for this!" - Grandpa, frowning his eyebrows, was pacing the room when there was a knock.

Knock-knock-knock

Hope got out of bed and walked to the door. He wasn't afraid of anything at the moment, because the fearsome, loaded weapon named Troy was only a few feet away.

As the door began to open, Jake stepped through the gap with the grace of an enormous cat, slamming it shut, his hands on the boy's cheeks, a look of concern on his face:

"Kitten, do you have a fever or nausea?"

Hope didn't have time to answer anything and warn him that they weren't alone in the room before Lion snuggled up to him and gently touched his forehead with his lips.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem, ahem! Khun Jake, you're quite the lover of body contact, I see!" - Troy approached them, grinning unkindly. Hope saw the gathering wrinkles on his forehead and realized a verbal hurricane was coming, so he tried to stop him:

"Grandpa, please..."

As expected, one didn't even have to try:

"Shush! I'm talking now! We could have made it clear to you, esteemed teacher, with words that everything is fine. My son, thank the gods, is healthy and his tongue is in place. But YOU didn't even check the situation before hugging and kissing your student! You do realize that it wouldn't do any good if someone from the school found out about your liaison, right?"

"Good afternoon, Khun Troy! I apologize, I didn't see you there. Only just managed to get out, I was in a big hurry. You're right, I'll try to be more prudent and careful," Jake took a step away from the boy and folded his arms in deference to the older man.

"There's no need for these honors. I want to talk to you. I'll be waiting for you in the hotel lobby tomorrow during the kids' quiet time."

"We can talk in my room over a cup of coffee. I live alone. I understand the conversation is planned to be serious and confidential?"

"That's right. The conversation will be of a so-to-speak intimate nature," Troy looked meaningfully at Hope, and as both men stared at him, his cheeks flushed and he began to peer at his toes.

"Captain, I've rounded up the crew, we're going to play outdoors for an hour. You in?" - Jake asked and the boy's eyes lit up. He looked at Grandpa, as if asking permission to go, and the latter, immediately smiling, said:

"Run along, son, of course. But afterward, straight to the room, to rest!"

"All right, Grandpa! Thanks, Grandpa!" - Hope grabbed his gym uniform from the closet and ran to the bathroom to change.

When he came out, the room was ringingly quiet, Troy was sitting on the couch with his legs crossed and seemed to be burning holes in Coach's face, and he in turn was leaning against the door, looking around the room with a calm expression on his face.

Was he really calm? Hope had only been gone a minute, for he had been in a great hurry to save Jake from Grandpa's attacks. Had they talked about something or just waited silently for him to come out? The guy tried a couple of times to press his ear against the door and eavesdrop while pulling on his shorts, but he almost fell over, so he decided to make things quick and thus reduce Grandpa's chances of foxy maneuvers.

A dozen questions ran through the guy's head in a couple seconds, but he didn't hold everyone up, grabbed a basketball and pulled Troy toward the exit. Jake kindly opened the door. Already in the hallway, Troy turned and looked at Jake, who kept his gaze on Hope, and then directed his gaze at his son:

"You're going to be so cold. That t-shirt doesn't cover anything at all. Here's the sweatshirt! Put it on and don't take it off or you'll get sick."

Jake chuckled, but under his grandfather's hard stare he quickly shut up and made a serious expression, and Hope took the sweatshirt and put it on right away, out of harm's way.

The XW High School basketball team gathered on the shore in full force. The sunset lit up their happy faces with flashes of fire.  It was a double thrill: playing their favorite game and enjoying the incredible view of the water and sky, covered in the farewell lights of the setting sun.

An hour later, the coach gave the final signal to announce the end of the game. The basketball players, with satisfied faces, headed toward the pool area where all four classes were currently hanging out, and the few fans followed.

And Hope was stopped with a cheerful:

"Captain, will you play with me?"

The sea salt air, the game and the gusty warm wind did their best to tangle Hope's hair and it felt like straw, he tried to comb it out with his fingers but it didn't help much, then he just moved it back so it wouldn't interfere with the view, namely the Lion in the golden light:

"My pleasure, P. We'll play to twenty points and on a wish, if you... you don't mind."

"I'm all for it! I already have a couple things I'd like to ask you for," a red sunset reflected in dark pools and a smile played on lips that drove me crazy.

Troy. Hotel room

"Honey, what is that huge thing in your hands?" - Panit walked into the room and froze at the sight. Troy turned his head to him for a second, and immediately went back to the business he was very engrossed in, playfully replying:

"Huh, kid, all the things in my arsenal are huge and needed!"

Panit must have decided that this was the man's way of enticing him into his net, because within a couple of seconds, Troy felt his favorite body pressed up against him from behind and small arms wrapped around his waist.

"Baby, I'm on a stakeout. Everyone's already dispersed and these two keep banging the ball," Troy said quietly and slowly. He was kneeling on the couch, his chest resting on the backrest and partially on the wide windowsill, and in his hands was a huge pair of army binoculars.

"Don't get distracted. I'll check something," with these words, neat fingers slipped into his husband's loose athletic pants and began stroking and going over the folds on the already waking aggregate. Gradually Panit's actions became more and more active and gesture, and when the gun was one hundred percent ready, he whispered languidly:

"It really is huge."

"Mmmmmm... Okay, that's it! Shift! Private, report for duty! Tell me everything you see!" - Troy gave his military orders clearly, left his post, and turned to the provocateur.

"What are you going to do?" - Panit asked with a playful smile and in such a sweet voice as if he already knew the answer.

"I'll cover your beautiful back," the lusty yeti was unstoppable, and he turned the boy's back to him, put the heavy binoculars in his skinny hands, and bent him over, gently placing his chest on the already heated spot.

His shorts and boxers were pulled off his white, firm buttocks in one motion. A spanking followed and Troy growled:

"Private, report!"

"Yeah, yeah, beastie!... Jake doesn't hit the ring from three-point range..."

"Ha, missed one," Troy knelt down and bit his baby boy on his right buttock, then ran his tongue over the bite site and repeated the same with the Lion.

"Ah, Snowy, what are you doing?" - Panit was clearly enjoying what was happening now from behind.

"Making a target marking, I'm about to start aiming, you stay focused!" - Troy spoke and began kissing the white smooth back, starting at the neck and working his way down.

"Hope drives the ball, circles the coach, ah...but no luck, Jake isn't slumbering...tries to take it away...mmmmmmm...tackle...stopped, looking at each other, a second, two, three, Hope took the ball, showed his tongue and rushed to the ring, two steps..... gooooooo...ooooooh," - just at that time the man reached the tantalizing hole between the two buttocks, which had been his target originally, and, running his tongue along the rim of the anal muscles, he sharply penetrated the hole to its full length. The movements became faster and faster, Troy slid his hands between the baby's two sweet, bitten buns for deeper penetration as he continued to alternately insert his tongue and suck, slurping saliva into the hole.

Panit had been silent and mooing like a little calf the whole time, and Troy had to break away, slap the naughty soldier on the butt, and say in a playfully menacing manner:

"Nothing is to distract you from the task at hand, rookie!"

"Yes, sir! I obey and... mmmmmmmmm," Panit started cheerfully, but her husband's tongue returned to its original place and he finished the last phrase in a moan that was very prolonged, apparently the guy could not control himself anymore.

When the firm and tireless tongue stopped tormenting his throbbing hole, he continued:

"Coach is driving the ball, accelerated, and Hope couldn't do anything about that ram... aaaahhh," the large head of his husband's cock was already in him at this point, and he turned to him: "Honey... ahh... you decided to do this without much preparation? Your ram is far from smaa..."

"I had already stretched it out pretty good when I arrived in Hua Hin. Arrrrr. Stay focused, soldier! You're... mmmmm... on a mission!" - thrusting, Troy pushed his cock deeper and deeper into the little ass, and Panit moaned as if he hadn't gotten a sweetie in at least a week. When the piston was completely out of sight and the man felt the coolness of the guy's buttocks with his skin, he stopped, beginning to cover the goosebumpy pretty backside with kisses and mouthing words like a purring cat:

"Honey, mmmmmmm...well, come on, tell Daddy what you see."

"Coach is running the ball...trying to get around the opponent, turn around, throw...whoof...no, Hope blocked the shot and took the ball..." - As soon as Troy felt the body in his strong hands relax completely, he began to move slowly, twisting his shaft slightly at the peak to work the guy's prostate, causing Panit to gasp and moan, growing louder with each similar movement of his husband.

Troy was building up the pace, and the guy's words were already sounding like a meaningless set, "Taken... running... throwing... What's that? Ah, it's a dance... smiling.... through the hair... aaahh... looking... taking... leading... mmmmmmm."

"Nothing is clear, sunshine. Arrrrrrr... Focus!" - commanded the man frantically thrusting into his ass.

"You pervert, daddy! Aaaaaahhhh... You'll... be... retelling me the movie... that I'm going to turn on for you... ahhh, while I suck your cock with equal fury! Aaaaaahhh," Panit started to threaten, but Troy only smiled lustfully at that and sped up even more, holding Panit's hips with his hands.

The boy could no longer watch or comment. His body was shuddering with intense arousal and cosmic pleasure. The room was filled with moans and the sounds of bodies hitting each other.

"Rrrrr, you should see, baby, how... beautiful it is! Aaahh! Can we... make a video sometime?" - the man couldn't take his eyes off the already blushing tender ass that was rooting around to swallow his long phallus, it was even more arousing, and Troy, without losing his pace, tried to distract himself from this marvelous picture, so as not to cum before time.

"Uh... uh-huh... Snowy, they're kissing!" - Panit suddenly shouted out.

"What!" - the man stopped abruptly and lay down on top of his boy, and the little sly one started shaking with laughter:

"Sorry, Hia, I was joking!"

"Oh, that's what, huh? Are you getting on a roll? Fell down! Gave up!" - Troy grabbed Panit's lush hair with his hand and lightly pulled his rumpy face towards him, bit his lip and in parallel began to thrust into the tight space with tremendous force, sprawlingly.

"Ah, Hia, you... so hard... so bold! A little... gentler!" - Panit dropped the binoculars on the windowsill and was already groaning at every movement in his ass, in a parallel attempt to playfully admonish the man ramming him.

"I know... you like that kind of thing, mousey... keep watching! I... want to know... what they're up to..." - The smiling and talking didn't distract Troy from his intended course at all, and he furiously thrust his piston into the desirable body, taking pleasure in each inward thrust that carried more than just physical satisfaction. For him, it was an act that took his love to new heights, as if he was taking over new territories and sprinkling them with red-hot warmth.

When Panit's hand reached down, the man immediately brought it back up:

"Baby, hold the binoculars... ah... with two hands, it's heavy."

"Tyrant! Ah... aaaah! I want to cum!" - screamed the boy.

"Cum!... Who... is... forbidding you...? Arrrrrrr... Just... no hands," the pace was already so fast that Troy was taking in air between words.

"Aaaaaaahhhh... I'll cum soon... real soon... Aaaaay," Panit shuddered with his whole body and poured out onto the upholstery of the couch. And Troy slid his hands across the curved backrest to the shoulders of the erupting young man and grabbing him by the shoulders, he gave a few more sharp thrusts and filled his lover's body with his juice with a loud growl:

"Oh. Ahh... stars in my eyes. What's... out there? On the set?" - Troy snuggled his face into the velvety skin of Panit's back, and spoke while greedily gulping air with his mouth.

The boy took the binoculars in his hands again and lifted them not without difficulty, leaning on his elbows, his body still throbbing with fine shivers from the vivid orgasm he had experienced:

"Oops, Snowy! I beg for mercy in advance! They're not there anymore."

"How come? Where could they have... gone so fast? - Without taking out his buddy, Troy leaned on Panit and, taking the binoculars, looked out the window: Indeed not! You missed them! For what reason?"

"Your soldier was defeated just a few minutes ago, didn't you notice? The enemy attacked from the rear. There are footprints to prove it!"  - Laughing Panit continued to play his part.

"What enemy? It was only me, your commander, here! It was a lesson in self-control on a super serious mission, soldier..... And you... did only half as well, which means... we will practice this discipline more often," the commanding voice and gentle kisses brought Panit to another thrill, he covered his eyes and licked his parched lips.

"Snowy, look what a wonderfully quiet, starry night it is! They must have gone for a walk on the beach. What are you going to do, honey? Run after them? "Hee hee," Panit spoke in a 'phone sex' girls voice, his body twitching slightly with laughter, which prompted the man to want him again, as the sword still hadn't left its scabbard:

"Um, no. I want to punish you, Private, for disobeying your commander's orders and overlooking the enemy's disposition. Disciplinary arrest for... for life!"

"I agree," the boy whispered turning sideways, looking into his daddy's green eyes.

At this time on the beach

It was just as in his visions-Hope watched his bare feet treading the wet sand. The footprints, like the sand on his feet, were washed away by the white lambs of the warm, caressing waves. Jake was walking a meter away, also barefoot, holding his sneakers.

They had already gone far enough from the hotel that there were no lights of civilization or people in sight, only the faint glow of the last rays of the retiring sun barely illuminating their path along the edge of the Gulf of Thailand.

Both were silent, savoring the moment, and only occasionally glanced at each other, smiling.

Lion was the first to break the silence:

"I'm insanely glad I met you, kitten. Next to you I feel happy."

After those words, he took the boy's hand in his own and intertwined their fingers. Hope's chest rumbled, his breathing hitched, and the warm feeling that had started in his upper body at a speed faster than freefall collapsed into his crotch. He wanted to press his whole body against the man standing next to him, and rub his belly against him, especially the part that was now being bled at breakneck speed.

"Even the touch of his hand excites me... And those words... I'm very happy too! Lion, with you I've lost my head forever."

It was as if Jake had heard the boy's thoughts, or read them in his body's reaction, for the next moment he was tearing forward, dragging him with him:

"I know a place not far away. It's a big barn where they store rescue equipment and surfboards. There are two through doors, one of which is always open. At least a year ago it was like that."

"Hia, have you been in there late at night before? Have you been alone?" - Hope didn't want to go to a place that would bring back memories of another person to his lover.

Jake stopped and, coming a short distance away, spoke up:

"I was a coach at the camp here and I used to take the kids out of here a lot, who would hide from the counselors and do a hell of a lot of things here."

"You talk like a sixty-year-old man, but you? You're taking me there to tell me how to use a life preserver?" - Hope chuckled.

Lion leaned over to him and whispered in his ear: "I won't hide it, I want you, baby. It doesn't matter how or where, just to touch your body to the edge you dare."

The words were followed by a wet kiss on his earlobe. Hope mused and covering his eyes he said what he had long wanted to say, "For you I am open, there are no boundaries. I've long been ready to give myself entirely to you."

There were no dark eyes visible in the darkness, but Hope could feel the man's gaze on her and his frequent breathing. A few seconds, and he was dragged forward again.

The stars and moon lightened the shore slightly and after a few minutes they saw a dark building, it was larger than what the boy had imagined. Jake reached the door and turned the knob, it yielded without a hitch and they stepped inside.

It smelled of rubber and paint, and the room was littered with boxes and surfboards. Hope didn't have time to look around before he was pushed against the open wall near the entrance. Jake pressed his whole body against him and pulled him into a passionate, sweet kiss. His hands slid under his grandpa's sweatshirt, then slid under the loose shorts and swim trunks and grabbed both buttocks. The boy's mind went blank and he slid his fingers through the man's hair, grasping the back of his head, and raised himself slightly on his tiptoes so that their cocks made full length contact.

They rubbed their hardened shafts against each other, bringing their erections to a peak. Jake lifted the boy up with a sudden movement, and he straddled the boy's thighs with his legs.

In all the world there were only their two frantically beating hearts, their two willing and desiring pistons, their two smells - mint and apple-scented musk. That's how it seemed to them, until... there was a groan from the back of the building.

Jake stopped, his breathing quiet and he froze:

"Did you hear that too?"

Hope nodded and lowered his feet to the floor. They listened to the silence for a few seconds.

Suddenly there was another short moan.

Hope whispered in Lion's ear: "I'll take a look. You better keep your head down, Hia."

While Jake pondered those words, the boy moved slowly toward the sound. After walking a couple steps, he peered behind another upright board, and saw a small cubbyhole by a small window. Near it were two men in the pose Lion had just held him in. The starlight was too dim to make out faces. The only thing that was clear as day was a guy and a girl in a short skirt, she was making progressive up and down motions. Hope had already taken a step back when he heard a familiar voice:

"Jeanie... When I'm in you, you become... soft and gentle as a feather. I wish I'd never come out of this warm nest..."

While Hope's shocked brain was trying to fully comprehend what his friend had said, which was no longer in doubt, as the girl's next words completely confirmed to him that he was currently witnessing his friends having sex:

"Pruity, mmmmm...I suggest you shut up...and don't wake up the Beastie Boy named Jean early!"

Hope took a sharp step backward, covering his mouth with his hands and closing his eyelids:

"Why? Why? My friends... Jean, Pruit... Why the fuck did I see THIS! How can I unsee it now? I want to erase my memory! Gods, will I ever be able to look them in the eye again?"

An arm wrapped around his waist and slowly dragged him toward the door through which they had entered ten minutes ago.

It wasn't until he and Lion were outside the building that Hope began to breathe.

"What are you so nervous about?" - Jake asked immediately, stroking the back of the guy bent in half.

"Oh. I wasn't supposed to see that..."

"What did you see in there? A couple doing what we were about to do, that's all," the man smiled.

"They're friends of mine, and..."

"Pruit and Jean?" - Jake guessed, and began to chuckle softly.

"That's not funny at all! That's the last thing I'd ever want to see in my life. Why do I have such bad luck? Sometimes I wish my body's defenses would kick in for moments like this and my ears and eyes would stop functioning for a while," Hope said, frowning, for he had barely survived that night at the house when he was forced to listen to Grandpa and Panit, and now this.

"Shall we go to the hotel? At 10 p.m. I have to make my rounds. There's still an hour to go. Maybe we can sit in my room?" - Jake suggested.

"Hia, you realize perfectly well that we can't just sit there...let's walk around for another half hour, shall we? - The boy took hold of the man's hand. - You lost me a wish, by the way! I want to ask you a question."

"Remembered after all, ha! I'm getting scared. I have to answer it anyway, right?"

"Yes! And I want an honest answer."

"Okay. Go ahead!"

They sat down on the still warm sand.

"Hia... where did you get the money? Six million. That's a huge amount... well, and... I wouldn't want you to get in trouble because of me, you know? It worries me a lot."

"Kitten, you must have already drawn scary pictures in your bright head based on your life experience... You can calm down now. I didn't take out a loan with a huge interest rate. I got my organs, too, ha. I just sold something I didn't really need and my parents lent me some more. I'll pay it back when I can. So don't worry," the gentle velvet of Jake's voice filled the space around Hope, and his already mussed hair was further disheveled by a strong hand.

"You...you sold the car, didn't you?" - The boy wanted to confirm his hunch.

"Hmm, you're observant... I didn't really need it. I live close to school and don't get out much, and I need to move more, I'm not eighteen anymore."

"It's like you're reassuring me, Hia. I'm not a child... I'm insanely grateful to you. This job... I don't think I can give you anything in return... Although, maybe Grandpa can pay off your debt to your parents?"

"Come on! I'll take care of it. And you don't owe me anything, okay? Just be there for me," Jake gently lifted the boy's head by the chin and spoke, looking him eye to eye. His dark pools reflected the cosmos.

"I can't get away from you anymore, Hia... You... I... I..." Hope bit his lip and faded his gaze. - You know, I'd really like it to be transparent between us. I want to know what you're thinking, what you're feeling, and what kind of pain the blackbirds in your soul are dealing with. I guess I'm asking too much... I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize, kitten. I wish it with all my soul too. It's going to happen, I promise! Just give me a little time. Do you believe me?" - Lion placed warm palms on the boy's cheeks and pulled him to him.

The moon reflected in his dark eyes. Hope believed, and that belief was so firm that he would have been willing to wait as long as it took until this man opened up to him completely. He had seen more than once in those eyes tenderness, sympathy and desire to be there for him and at times it seemed even more than that.

"I believe it, Hia," he whispered, and in the same instant Jake's lips touched his forehead.

Hope lifted his head, wanting to drown in the sweet kiss, but Lion pulled away:

"Baby, don't. We'll still have time. Let's get to know each other until it comes. Ah, yes, I have a serious conversation with your guardian waiting for me tomorrow. It's a little scary. I still remember his fierce look when he threatened me in the coach's room."

"I'm sorry, Hia... I asked him... but he's hard to change his mind, he's like a ram - once he's decided to do something, there's no way he'll veer off course. He's like a father to me. He'll probably ask you about your... feelings... for me."

"Hmm. I see. Makes my palms sweat, ha ha. I guess he must like me because I'm serious about you."

"Yeah, that's obvious..."

"Shall we go back?"

"You go first. I'll go in a couple minutes. I'm still stressed out by the number of familiar eyes and ears in the hotel. Let's be careful."

"I understand. We're only nine months away from graduation. Then we can date openly, kitten," Jake pulled Hope to him and tilted his head up, nuzzling his neck. - Mint barely audible. Now your scent has a hint of sea freshness to it. I like it."

"So he's planning a relationship. Did I get that right? He was so calm and serious about it. Yes, yes, yes, yes! I agree! I'll do anything! Just to be with you, just to fall asleep and wake up in your arms."

***

When Pruit returned to the room, Hope was already lying under the covers.

"Sleeping, buddy? - He asked quietly, and there was no answer, so he flopped onto the bed, stretching out star-struck, and began muttering softly. - I'm so happy! She's two in one: fire and water, angel and devil, broccoli and sausage. My contrast shower! My chocolate-covered tuna! My..."

"Are you two officially a couple yet?" - Hope asked quietly, tired of listening to this amorous babble, rather even afraid to hear anything else unnecessary.

Pruit didn't expect his friend to speak so much that he jumped up and fell off the bed onto the floor, "Gods, unicorns! President, damn it! What if I had a heart attack?"

"Ha, from what I've heard, you don't have a heart problem. At most, you'll wet your pants. By the way, what are those white spots on them?" - Hope wanted to mock his friend a little, to get revenge for interrupting him and Lion with his presence in that house, and for what he'd seen. Of course the headman knew it wasn't Pruit's direct fault, but there was plenty of indirect blame to go around!

"Oh, it's the ice cream... I'm going to take a shower, and you go to sleep, dear!" - Pruit quickly excused himself, looking at something on his sweatpants.

Hope blushed, because he had just said the first thing that came to mind, but he hit the target, and judging by his friend's flickering, it wasn't ice cream: "I'm a fool! I made it worse for myself! Now the picture's more colorful."

"So are you two dating or not?" - Hope blurted out angrily, glancing sideways at his roommate as he pulled things out of the closet.

"Buddy, what are you getting so worked up about? Worried about Jean? I proposed, but she said something about a probationary period. In the end, we're not officially together, but in realityyy... things are really, really good! If you only knew what she's like! Mmmmmmmm!" - The love brew inside Pruit boiled over, the words bursting out in sweet foam.

Hope regretted declassifying himself at all: "Okay, okay. Get in the shower, you're luscious beyond belief! And don't make too much noise. I'm going to bed!"

Hope fell asleep with thoughts of the insanely long day:

"All in all, I'm doing great, except for a couple little things.... Brian and Oliver. What do those two see in me? If my heart wasn't taken, would I be able to date one of them? Brrrrrrrr, what a thought! And Jean and Pruit... It's all solvable, yes, yes. Let sleep wash that image out of my head!

The important thing is that I'm excellent with Lion. He loves me, he just can't say it out loud yet... Ah, six more days of happiness! I love you, Hia. Now there will be some very un-childlike memories of the sea. Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"