About Mahape a ale Wala'au
by Paul G. Bens
24 pages
/ 10000 words
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Giving himself a new name for his vacation in Waikiki, businessman Toshi searches for just the right experience to make his time off memorable. When he meets performance artist Kristopher at the beach, he thinks he might have found what he's looking for, so he works up his courage and approaches the man.
Kristopher is willing to play, and soon he and Toshi are indulging in an increasingly sensual game. Feeling bold and free where no one knows him, Toshi challenged Kristopher to have a little fun. Can they win at the game and find something that satisfies them both?
Sample
I don't remember exactly which day it was when Kristopher appeared on the beach, but I couldn't take my eyes off him. No one could, for he was entirely too beautiful, tall and lean, his coal-black hair an attractive mess. There was a little tattoo on his left shoulder that I couldn't make out, something composed of rich burgundy, and the muscles of his back were naturally tight, not overdone by hours in a gym somewhere.
"Rodin," I whispered.
"My God," Forrest said dryly, peering over the top of his sunglasses.
"You mean, Rodin, like in the Godzilla movies?" Mark asked, looking at me queerly.
"No, you idiot," Darin said, giving him a friendly backhand. "Rodin!" Mark merely shook his head. "The sculptor? Good Lord, Mark! Try a museum from time to time."
"Can't get laid in a museum," Mark snorted.
"Depends on the museum," Forrest added, pushing his glasses back up his nose.
Mark cackled and then took a long look at the boy. "Yeah, he is beautiful," he said, throwing it aside, "but that Speedo has got to go. Boy looks like he has no equipment whatsoever."
"It's Japanese," I said.
"What?"
"It's a Japanese Speedo."
I don't know what it was, but something about Kristopher made me need to watch as he set out his blanket and combed his fingers through his hair. Certainly, he was handsome, chest broad and deeply tanned, his waist narrowing to a sexy V, his legs muscled and firm. But there was something more. Perhaps it was the way he carried himself: confidently but not cocky, as if he was unaware of his beauty, or that he simply thought that beauty--his own or another's--didn't really matter in the end. That made him all the more alluring, all the more intimidating.
I have always been--how do you say it--a wallflower, one of those who hover at the edge of things, wanting to join in, but needing an invitation. This time was different, for at that moment it was if the islands sensed my insecurities, and a palliative trade wind blew inland, filling me with the brine and breath of the sea. I stood up, gathering my towel, my knapsack and my courage, and took the islands deep into my chest.
"Where are you going?" asked Mark, shielding his eyes from the sun.
"I will meet you at Hula's later tonight," I told them.
Darin broke into his wide, brotherly smile. "I hope not."