About Maui

by Martin Delacroix
37 pages / 13500 words
ISBN: 978-1-60370-861-6, 1-60370-861-8
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When Ishmael Fanning, a Florida surfer and grade school teacher, gets dumped by his partner of seven years, he relocates to the Hawaiian island of Maui. There he quickly finds himself involved with two younger men, Corey, a competition surfer, and Spencer, who works in a skateboard shop.

Eventually, Ishmael must choose between Corey and Spencer, and it’s not an easy decision for him to make. Spencer’s not the brightest guy, but he has a sensitive side that appeals to Ishmael. Corey’s a prize-winning surfer, he’s got two years of college and he looks like a fashion model, but his sexual orientation troubles him.

Both Spencer and Corey want Ishmael as a lover. Which guy will Ishmael choose?

Sample

I graded spelling tests on a Saturday morning when Corey Beckmann knocked on my cottage door. Barefoot, wearing board shorts and a T-shirt with a shredded collar, he looked exactly like the portrait in my bedroom.

“That your board?” he asked, pointing to a six-six Al Merrick, a triple-fin I had ridden the past two years. It leaned against my cottage wall.

I nodded, extending my hand. “I’m Ishmael.”

“Corey.”

We shook, then he approached my board. Turning it upside down, he studied the fins. “Nice,” he said. “I’ll bet it does sick turns.”

I nodded.

He said, “One of my sponsors is Town & Country; they make all my boards.”

We sat on my little patio in the wrought iron chairs. Sunlight crept through the limbs of the Royal Poinciana, reflecting in Corey’s shoulder-length hair, in his teeth when he smiled. His skin was the color of creamed tea, and his eyes were dark as chocolate.  Stealing a glance at his crotch, I saw the outline of his cock, a healthy bulge that made my mouth sticky.

Corey discussed the various breaks in Maui: Jaws, Ho’okipa Beach, Kanaha Beach Park. “Lipoa Point’s a nice spot, too -- not as crowded.”

“I’m used to Florida swell,” I said, “not this overhead stuff. I’ll have to take it slow.”

Corey poked my thigh with a finger and my heart skipped a beat. “Tell you what, brah. Tomorrow afternoon, if you want, we’ll go to Baldwin Beach Park. It’s a gentle break -- chest-high swells when conditions are right.”

I said I’d like that.

Corey ambled toward his folks’ house and I studied his melon-shaped buttocks, feeling a twitch in my undershorts.