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Chapter 1 - "The Golden Lotus"
Gabriel woke, startled by the plane trembling as it flew over a sudden patch of turbulence. His head was tilted sideways, resting on his best friend Elliot's shoulder, who had his head nestled on Gabriel's. As he straightened his head, a drool string fell from the corner of his mouth, landing on Elliot's shirt and waking his friend up.
"Shit." Gabriel uttered, bringing his hand to his mouth.
"What?" Elliot mumbled incoherently.
"Sorry. I was drooling." Gabriel said as he cleaned it off with his fingers carelessly. He then reclined on his seat and opened the window shutter, firing the morning sun rays right at Elliot's face.
"Dude, c'mon!" Elliot uttered as he squinted his eyes, ruffled. But just as Gabriel was about to close the shutter again, a charming voice broke through the speakers.
"Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. We are approximately an hour away from descending to our final destination, Phuket, Thailand. I hope you are enjoying your flight so far. We'll be serving breakfast soon. Please place your seats in the upright position. Our crew will be with you in a moment." The voice conveyed.
"Bro, I'm starving." Gabriel expressed as he peeked energetically over the seat in front of him. Elliot looked at him, his eyes still frowning.
"Wonder if your dad's awake." Elliot commented, pausing slightly to stretch before reclining abruptly in his seat as he sighed. "Probably not. Fucking first class." He muttered, visibly peeved.
Elliot and Gabriel were best friends. You could say they were more like brothers. Gabriel was an only child, his mother had him at 15, and after he was born, she left. Gabriel's dad, only 16 years old at the time, stayed behind and embraced his role as a father. Maybe because of that, Gabriel's relationship with him was something he treasured more than anything. Elliot also came from a broken home. But sadly, both his parents went missing in action. He ended up being adopted by an aunt who wasn't particularly maternal, so for that reason, Elliot became an almost enduring presence in Gabriel's life.
They were both stunning boys. Gabriel was 17, 5.6, typical jock build, fit but not overly muscular. He had short, straight light brown hair, deep hazelnut eyes, and a smooth body with a thin gold fuzz covering his chest and legs. And the most perfectly round bubble butt.
Elliot was 18, 5.8, with dark twirly raven hair that tumbled over his vibrant blue eyes, his skin was light as snow, and his body was as smooth as peach skin. He was the perfect mixture of masculine and feminine, and if you added his deep, raspy voice to the mix, it's safe to say Elliot was by far one of the most popular kids at their school. He had a James Dean, Marlon Brando quality to him. A bad boy with an alluring charm kind of vibe. Every guy wanted to be him, and every girl and gay guy wanted to get fucked by him.
Everyone but Gabriel, who was the exact opposite of Elliot. Shy, introverted, compassionate in nature, and loving. He was also extremely bright and always tried to see the best in people. His relationship with Elliot was a natural synergy. They both loved each other and protected each other. Gabriel's diffidence challenged Elliot's impulsiveness, and in turn, Elliot's rebellious nature became tamed by his friend's peaceful spirit.
"Finally!" Elliot hollered as the curtain blocking access to the first class section of the plain rolled open. From it emerged the most beautiful man to walk the earth. Tall, probably 5.9, with long, light brown hair wrapped in a man bun, sporting a scruffy beard, sweatpants and a ragged old white t-shirt that hugged his broad chest perfectly, enough to let his muscular figure pierce through. His name was Jonathan, and he was Gabriel's father. As he walked along the aisle, his large soft dick swayed inside his pants, clearly denouncing he wasn't an underwear kind of guy. His swag and demeanor were mind-blowingly charismatic, and it wasn't long before everyone's heads in the coach passageway veered, trying to take a peek at this manly man as he strolled casually through them.
"Dad!" Gabriel muttered, trying not to call attention to himself.
"What's up?" The rugged stud asked, stopping beside the boy's seats, his beautifully muscular ass sticking out the corridor.
"I need to take a piss." Gabriel mumbled.
"Why are you whispering?" Jonathan questioned, chuckling. Gabriel looked to the back of the aisle, his eyes filled with desperation as a line of people piled outside the bathroom stall. "Ah, I see." Jonathan uttered. "C'mon, you two." He ushered. Both boys hopped from their seats, tracking him along the hall. As they reached the thick curtain, Jonathan lifted his hand, signaling to an attractive female stewardess, who approached them, her smile stretching and her eyes latched on Jonathan like two tandoğan escort (http://ankaraeses.com/ad-category/tandogan-escort/) leeches. "Hey, Anna, can my boys use this one? They have to go, and..." He said, pulling his body back so she could see the queue of people at the other end of the corridor. The woman laughed nervously, looked around like she was about to do something wrong, and discretely nodded her head. Gabriel and Elliot looked at each other and rushed for the door, their shoulders bumping together, their bodies stuck between the small door. Jonathan's arm lunged forward and grabbed Elliot, pulling him into his chest. "Let him go first." He calmly said as Elliot struggled to break free.
Gabriel looked back at his father and smiled. Elliot looked ridiculously small standing there, his neck enveloped by Jonathan's arm. He walked in and shut the door. Suddenly, a calming silence took hold. He opened his zipper, pulled his cock out, aimed it at the toilet, and tilted his head back, closing his eyes. As he emptied his bladder, he couldn't help but feel a rush of goosebumps traveling through his body. He took a deep breath and just stood there. Outside the door, he could hear giggling. He brought his head back up and frowned.
Gabriel had always been very possessive about his father. For his entire life, it was always just the two of them. The bond they shared was deep, meaningful, and felt unbreakable. Their intimacy was unconventional, and it was when Gabriel started school and began sharing the homelike experiences with other children that he understood just how different he was from them. Jonathan and Gabriel did everything together. How they felt comfortable around each other, the way they touched and spoke to one another was frowned upon by society. Their small age gap made Jonathan's relationship with his son less paternal and more fraternal. And they would, more often than not, be mistaken for brothers, best friends, even lovers. They slept together in the same bed, and only recently had they organically started sleeping in separate rooms, more to Jonathan's insistence. Despite people's prejudice, Gabriel never allowed society to poison his relationship with his father. And Jonathan, well, he adored Gabriel more than anything or anyone in the world.
As the giggles subsided, he pulled his dick inside his pants, washed his hands in a rush, and opened the door to find Anna, the stewardess, standing there as she fake-smiled at him. He stuck his head off, looking left to right. Then he looked at Anna, who just pointed down the first-class corridor.
"Great." Gabriel sarcastically commented. "Thanks." He said, walking up to Jonathan's seat. Elliot sat on the chair beside his father, his bare feet resting on the colossus and comfy chair.
"Hey, bud." Jonathan said, smiling at Gabriel. Every time he looked at his son, his eyes would ignite. And Gabriel took pride in it. Elliot sat there, ignoring Gabriel as he scrolled through the large touchscreen.
"Bro." Gabriel uttered, frowning at Elliot, who begrudgingly turned to face him. "They're about to serve breakfast. Let's go." He stated, visibly annoyed. But Elliot just sat there, looking at Gabriel and then at Jonathan.
"They have waffles, dude." Elliot argued, looking at Jonathan with a pleading gaze.
"I think Anna wouldn't allow it. Besides, what kind of friend would you be, leaving Gabriel alone like that?" Jonathan taunted, winking.
"Dad..." Gabriel mumbled, vexed. He turned around and was about to walk off, when he felt his father's hand grab his.
"Hey, bud?" Jonathan uttered. Gabriel turned his head to look at him. "I love you." He whispered, smiling as he grazed his fingers on the boy's soft skin.
"I know." Gabriel replied, the annoyance slipping through his lips. He turned around, strolling back to his seat, with Elliot following him just a few steps behind. The curtain dividing the classes shut behind them, and as his head turned forward, he realized the food cart was right in front of them. "Fuck." He whispered to himself.
Gabriel and Elliot stood there for 10 minutes before they finally sat down, just in time for the plane to start descending. As they exited the plane, Gabriel could feel the intense heat and humidity in the air. It was his first time in a tropical country, and it wasn't long before the three of them started taking off their jumpers, exposing their young, fit, and untanned upper bodies. They hopped inside the transfer bus, and after about 10 minutes stuffed inside it like sardines, they arrived at the airport. They grabbed their bags and walked to the arrival site, where a sea of young Thai men waited with signs referencing the different resorts, followed by guests' surnames. Gabriel looked back at Jonathan, walking just behind him, who signaled ahead. Gabriel turned his head to find a very charming and handsome guy smiling at them, holding a sign that said: GOLDEN LOTUS | MR. LANCASTER.
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"Thank you. Your name?" Jonathan charmingly questioned.
"Oh, Sakda, sir!" The young man stated, pointing his finger at the small plate placed over the pocket on his worn-down shirt. "Come, come, I have car waiting!" He hollered between a chaotic wave of transfer guides and families trying to reach their destinations. "I take bag, yes?" He said, turning back and grabbing Gabriel's trolley. They pushed through the crown, and after about twenty minutes of bumping into random people and descending escalators, they finally reached Phuket's airport's parking lot, where a dark green topless jeep waited for them.
"Nice!" Elliot uttered, throwing his bag over to the back of the car and leaving his travel bag on the floor. He then jumped inside, taking the front passenger seat.
Gabriel looked at Jonathan, shrugging his shoulders. His father just smiled and signaled him to sit beside him while Sakda tucked away their bags on the back of the jeep. Then he walked to the front, sat on the driver's seat, and adjusted the rearview mirror, seemingly glancing at Gabriel and Jonathan in the back, who nestled into each other. Jonathan immediately lifted his arm as Gabriel squeezed inside it, snuggling his head in his father's broad, chiseled chest, his arm over his stomach as Jonathan gently stroked his son's short hair. Jonathan leaned his head onto his seat, his left arm over the side of the car as he marveled at the tropical view already visible beyond the airport's borders.
"You all friends, yes?" Sakda questioned as they drove through the parking lot's gates, his eyes squinting as he gazed at Gabriel and Jonathan's interactions. Gabriel rubbed his fingers playfully over Jonathan's shirt, his eyes blinking tiredly.
"Dude, they're father and son. I'm the friend." Elliot explained, not looking at Sakda, his eyes concealed behind his sunglasses.
"Ah, no way! So young..." Sakda commented.
"Dude..." Elliot uttered, almost to himself. Jonathan chortled slightly.
"Were you born here, Sakda?" Jonathan questioned, trying to initiate conversation, attempting to shatter the awkwardness.
"Yes, sir! All my family was born and raised here." Sakda stated, visibly pleased that someone was paying attention to him. "Five generations of local guides, sir!" He proudly noted.
"That's nice." Jonathan remarked, his eyes exhausted as he battled to stay awake. Gabriel was almost out when his head slowly tilted up, and his lips locked on Jonathan's neck, lingering there, almost like a small bird looking for his mother's beak. Jonathan's lips stretched pleasurably. "How long until we get there, Sakda?" He questioned.
"Forty-five minutes, sir!" Sakda replied in his energized tone. Jonathan looked at Elliot, who slept, his mouth now opened as his head rocketed from side to side.
"Do you mind if we doze off just a bit? Jet lag and all..." Jonathan teased, attempting to shut Sakda up. The young guide politely obliged. He leaned forward, took his headset from the glove compartment, put it on and drove the rest of the way, bobbing his head silently.
Jonathan honed his scruffy beard on his son's head, sniffed his hair, kissed it, took a deep breath, and fell asleep as Gabriel's hand tumbled casually over his massive crotch. Forty minutes later, Gabriel woke up, drool sliding from the side of his mouth into Jonathan's collarbone.
"Bud, wake up. We're here." Jonathan whispered as Gabriel's body stretched, his arms grabbing Jonathan's torso tighter.
As he opened his eyes, Gabriel was startled by the long path of yellow lights that stretched over a small artificial lake, leading up to a large entrance with a gold stone lotus flower.
"Welcome to the Golden Lotus, sir! I hope you enjoy your stay!" Sakda sounded from the front of the jeep before circling it and grabbing their bags from the jeep's trunk. "I'll take bags to reception." He informed, smiling.
"Thanks. I'll leave a tip for you at the desk. Be sure to pick it up." Jonathan informed, to Skada's delight.
"Dude, it's still hot as fuck." Elliot commented as he lifted the base of his tank top, exposing his chiseled, smooth six-pack, his arm grabbing his backpack from the jeep and throwing it over his shoulder.
"Bud, get your bag. Let's go." Jonathan instructed, delicately sliding his body from under Gabriel as if the boy was composed of porcelain.
"Dad? I can't find my phone." Gabriel muttered, his voice still dragging.
"I have it, Bud. You dropped it inside the car." Jonathan said patiently.
"Oh..." Gabriel mumbled. He pulled himself up and climbed the side of the jeep, jumping to the ground. "Thanks, Sakda. Was nice to meet you." He politely expressed. Sakda smiled and bowed, going over the bridge into the reception, carrying a trolley with all their bags.
They walked over the wooden bridge. türbanlı escort (http://ankaraeses.com/ad-category/turbanli-escort/) It wasn't steady and seemed to shift as they stepped on it, like a long water lily. They could hear the water running under them, and the sound of it was particularly soothing. As the boys approached the entrance, the interior reception entrance and foyer stood before them. The whole resort was golden-themed, with gorgeous white marble floors, gold wallpaper, and lotus flowers. But despite the vibrant interior design, the lighting was warm and cozy.
"You guys wait here. I'll go check us in." Jonathan ordered, pointing to a comfortable-looking couch just to the left of the entrance. Both boys glanced at each other and rushed over, with Elliot lunging into it and taking up the whole thing greedily. Gabriel started playfully pinching his thighs, trying to get his hand inside Elliot's crotch. They laughed out loud as Jonathan went to the reception and started chatting with a beautiful Thai woman wearing white and gold attire. After the initial playfulness, the boys finally tired themselves, sinking into each other, their breaths heavy, their bodies and bags tangled together. They lay there, backs on the couch, their legs stretched and sticking out into the floor as they observed Jonathan talking to the woman, who seemed unable to concentrate on her work, distracted by his natural beauty and enamored by his foreign charm.
"He doesn't even have to do anything." Elliot remarked. "Like, dude..." He muttered. Gabriel looked at him and chuckled.
"Bro, what the fuck are you saying? Every girl at school drools when you walk by." Gabriel argued, his voice suddenly changing and becoming more somber. "At least they know you exist." He mumbled incoherently. Elliot rolled his eyes, annoyed.
"I fucking hate it when you do that." He uttered. Gabriel turned his head to face him. "Dude, most of them are sluts anyway. Don't waste your time." He stated as his friend looked at him, befuddled.
"What do you mean?" Gabriel questioned. Elliot paused, his eyes locked on Gabriel.
"You're too good for them, Gabriel." Elliot stated, turning his head away, immediately fleeing his own confidential statement. Gabriel beamed. It was rare that Elliot would show his vulnerability and compliment his friend like that, so whenever it happened, Gabriel would gladly accept it.
"Ok. That's dealt with." Jonathan informed as he walked back. "We got upgraded. The agency fucked up, and they gave our rooms to someone else. But we got a master suite." He informed. The boy's eyes flared with excitement.
"Fuck yeah!" Elliot hollered.
"I'm beat. Let's hit the sack." Jonathan stated, stepping over to the large hallway that spread into several corridors. He walked for over ten minutes, with the boy's following close behind, all three men sporting an exhausted look. "Here we are. Room 123." Jonathan stated, pausing momentarily. He then turned to face the boys as they broke out giggling. He swiped the card on the door and opened it. Inside, the room was massive, where a large living room separated the master bedroom from a smaller section with two single beds. The entire south of the room was one large glass window facing the beach, and despite being pitch black, they could hear the waves crashing in the distance.
"This room is amazing!" Elliot shouted, his eyes glistening as he skimmed around. Jonathan smiled, but as he shifted his eyes from Elliot, he noticed Gabriel's concerned look.
"Hey." He called, ushering his son's attention. "I'll be right next door." He said, winking.
The original plan was for Gabriel to share a room with him and have Elliot stay in his separate room. Even back home, whenever Elliot stayed over, Gabriel would still jump on Jonathan's bed and crash there while his best friend stayed in his room. And being away from home seemed to heighten Gabriel's already anxious nature.
"Ok." He responded reluctantly. Even though Gabriel was growing older, the truth was, there was nothing he enjoyed more than sleeping nestled into Jonathan. It provided him with an unparalleled sense of protection and comfort.
"Well, thanks a lot..." Elliot remarked sarcastically. Gabriel chuckled and punched his arm teasingly.
"I'm going to take a shower. Try and get some sleep, you two." Jonathan suggested. He turned around and walked across the living room into the master bedroom, already pulling off his tank top, his muscular broad back flexing, and his muscles pushing through.
Elliot walked to the single bed closer to the door and let his whole body tumble into it. He breathed deeply and let out a guttural exhale. Gabriel stood there, his backpack still on his shoulder, scanning the room and looking lost. He tossed his bag on the bed and wandered around the room. He stepped inside the living room and opened the minibar, taking out a small bottle of mineral water. Then went back into the bedroom area and walked inside the bathroom door to the right of the beds.
His eyes flared at the sheer size of it with a shower area large enough to fit four people inside, Gabriel thought. He retracted to the bedroom, grabbed his travel bag, and took out a small pouch. Then went inside again, placed it next to the sink, and took out his toothbrush, washing his teeth. As he brushed them slowly, he stared at himself in the mirror.
Chapter 1 - "The Golden Lotus"
Gabriel woke, startled by the plane trembling as it flew over a sudden patch of turbulence. His head was tilted sideways, resting on his best friend Elliot's shoulder, who had his head nestled on Gabriel's. As he straightened his head, a drool string fell from the corner of his mouth, landing on Elliot's shirt and waking his friend up.
"Shit." Gabriel uttered, bringing his hand to his mouth.
"What?" Elliot mumbled incoherently.
"Sorry. I was drooling." Gabriel said as he cleaned it off with his fingers carelessly. He then reclined on his seat and opened the window shutter, firing the morning sun rays right at Elliot's face.
"Dude, c'mon!" Elliot uttered as he squinted his eyes, ruffled. But just as Gabriel was about to close the shutter again, a charming voice broke through the speakers.
"Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. We are approximately an hour away from descending to our final destination, Phuket, Thailand. I hope you are enjoying your flight so far. We'll be serving breakfast soon. Please place your seats in the upright position. Our crew will be with you in a moment." The voice conveyed.
"Bro, I'm starving." Gabriel expressed as he peeked energetically over the seat in front of him. Elliot looked at him, his eyes still frowning.
"Wonder if your dad's awake." Elliot commented, pausing slightly to stretch before reclining abruptly in his seat as he sighed. "Probably not. Fucking first class." He muttered, visibly peeved.
Elliot and Gabriel were best friends. You could say they were more like brothers. Gabriel was an only child, his mother had him at 15, and after he was born, she left. Gabriel's dad, only 16 years old at the time, stayed behind and embraced his role as a father. Maybe because of that, Gabriel's relationship with him was something he treasured more than anything. Elliot also came from a broken home. But sadly, both his parents went missing in action. He ended up being adopted by an aunt who wasn't particularly maternal, so for that reason, Elliot became an almost enduring presence in Gabriel's life.
They were both stunning boys. Gabriel was 17, 5.6, typical jock build, fit but not overly muscular. He had short, straight light brown hair, deep hazelnut eyes, and a smooth body with a thin gold fuzz covering his chest and legs. And the most perfectly round bubble butt.
Elliot was 18, 5.8, with dark twirly raven hair that tumbled over his vibrant blue eyes, his skin was light as snow, and his body was as smooth as peach skin. He was the perfect mixture of masculine and feminine, and if you added his deep, raspy voice to the mix, it's safe to say Elliot was by far one of the most popular kids at their school. He had a James Dean, Marlon Brando quality to him. A bad boy with an alluring charm kind of vibe. Every guy wanted to be him, and every girl and gay guy wanted to get fucked by him.
Everyone but Gabriel, who was the exact opposite of Elliot. Shy, introverted, compassionate in nature, and loving. He was also extremely bright and always tried to see the best in people. His relationship with Elliot was a natural synergy. They both loved each other and protected each other. Gabriel's diffidence challenged Elliot's impulsiveness, and in turn, Elliot's rebellious nature became tamed by his friend's peaceful spirit.
"Finally!" Elliot hollered as the curtain blocking access to the first class section of the plain rolled open. From it emerged the most beautiful man to walk the earth. Tall, probably 5.9, with long, light brown hair wrapped in a man bun, sporting a scruffy beard, sweatpants and a ragged old white t-shirt that hugged his broad chest perfectly, enough to let his muscular figure pierce through. His name was Jonathan, and he was Gabriel's father. As he walked along the aisle, his large soft dick swayed inside his pants, clearly denouncing he wasn't an underwear kind of guy. His swag and demeanor were mind-blowingly charismatic, and it wasn't long before everyone's heads in the coach passageway veered, trying to take a peek at this manly man as he strolled casually through them.
"Dad!" Gabriel muttered, trying not to call attention to himself.
"What's up?" The rugged stud asked, stopping beside the boy's seats, his beautifully muscular ass sticking out the corridor.
"I need to take a piss." Gabriel mumbled.
"Why are you whispering?" Jonathan questioned, chuckling. Gabriel looked to the back of the aisle, his eyes filled with desperation as a line of people piled outside the bathroom stall. "Ah, I see." Jonathan uttered. "C'mon, you two." He ushered. Both boys hopped from their seats, tracking him along the hall. As they reached the thick curtain, Jonathan lifted his hand, signaling to an attractive female stewardess, who approached them, her smile stretching and her eyes latched on Jonathan like two tandoğan escort (http://ankaraeses.com/ad-category/tandogan-escort/) leeches. "Hey, Anna, can my boys use this one? They have to go, and..." He said, pulling his body back so she could see the queue of people at the other end of the corridor. The woman laughed nervously, looked around like she was about to do something wrong, and discretely nodded her head. Gabriel and Elliot looked at each other and rushed for the door, their shoulders bumping together, their bodies stuck between the small door. Jonathan's arm lunged forward and grabbed Elliot, pulling him into his chest. "Let him go first." He calmly said as Elliot struggled to break free.
Gabriel looked back at his father and smiled. Elliot looked ridiculously small standing there, his neck enveloped by Jonathan's arm. He walked in and shut the door. Suddenly, a calming silence took hold. He opened his zipper, pulled his cock out, aimed it at the toilet, and tilted his head back, closing his eyes. As he emptied his bladder, he couldn't help but feel a rush of goosebumps traveling through his body. He took a deep breath and just stood there. Outside the door, he could hear giggling. He brought his head back up and frowned.
Gabriel had always been very possessive about his father. For his entire life, it was always just the two of them. The bond they shared was deep, meaningful, and felt unbreakable. Their intimacy was unconventional, and it was when Gabriel started school and began sharing the homelike experiences with other children that he understood just how different he was from them. Jonathan and Gabriel did everything together. How they felt comfortable around each other, the way they touched and spoke to one another was frowned upon by society. Their small age gap made Jonathan's relationship with his son less paternal and more fraternal. And they would, more often than not, be mistaken for brothers, best friends, even lovers. They slept together in the same bed, and only recently had they organically started sleeping in separate rooms, more to Jonathan's insistence. Despite people's prejudice, Gabriel never allowed society to poison his relationship with his father. And Jonathan, well, he adored Gabriel more than anything or anyone in the world.
As the giggles subsided, he pulled his dick inside his pants, washed his hands in a rush, and opened the door to find Anna, the stewardess, standing there as she fake-smiled at him. He stuck his head off, looking left to right. Then he looked at Anna, who just pointed down the first-class corridor.
"Great." Gabriel sarcastically commented. "Thanks." He said, walking up to Jonathan's seat. Elliot sat on the chair beside his father, his bare feet resting on the colossus and comfy chair.
"Hey, bud." Jonathan said, smiling at Gabriel. Every time he looked at his son, his eyes would ignite. And Gabriel took pride in it. Elliot sat there, ignoring Gabriel as he scrolled through the large touchscreen.
"Bro." Gabriel uttered, frowning at Elliot, who begrudgingly turned to face him. "They're about to serve breakfast. Let's go." He stated, visibly annoyed. But Elliot just sat there, looking at Gabriel and then at Jonathan.
"They have waffles, dude." Elliot argued, looking at Jonathan with a pleading gaze.
"I think Anna wouldn't allow it. Besides, what kind of friend would you be, leaving Gabriel alone like that?" Jonathan taunted, winking.
"Dad..." Gabriel mumbled, vexed. He turned around and was about to walk off, when he felt his father's hand grab his.
"Hey, bud?" Jonathan uttered. Gabriel turned his head to look at him. "I love you." He whispered, smiling as he grazed his fingers on the boy's soft skin.
"I know." Gabriel replied, the annoyance slipping through his lips. He turned around, strolling back to his seat, with Elliot following him just a few steps behind. The curtain dividing the classes shut behind them, and as his head turned forward, he realized the food cart was right in front of them. "Fuck." He whispered to himself.
Gabriel and Elliot stood there for 10 minutes before they finally sat down, just in time for the plane to start descending. As they exited the plane, Gabriel could feel the intense heat and humidity in the air. It was his first time in a tropical country, and it wasn't long before the three of them started taking off their jumpers, exposing their young, fit, and untanned upper bodies. They hopped inside the transfer bus, and after about 10 minutes stuffed inside it like sardines, they arrived at the airport. They grabbed their bags and walked to the arrival site, where a sea of young Thai men waited with signs referencing the different resorts, followed by guests' surnames. Gabriel looked back at Jonathan, walking just behind him, who signaled ahead. Gabriel turned his head to find a very charming and handsome guy smiling at them, holding a sign that said: GOLDEN LOTUS | MR. LANCASTER.
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"Thank you. Your name?" Jonathan charmingly questioned.
"Oh, Sakda, sir!" The young man stated, pointing his finger at the small plate placed over the pocket on his worn-down shirt. "Come, come, I have car waiting!" He hollered between a chaotic wave of transfer guides and families trying to reach their destinations. "I take bag, yes?" He said, turning back and grabbing Gabriel's trolley. They pushed through the crown, and after about twenty minutes of bumping into random people and descending escalators, they finally reached Phuket's airport's parking lot, where a dark green topless jeep waited for them.
"Nice!" Elliot uttered, throwing his bag over to the back of the car and leaving his travel bag on the floor. He then jumped inside, taking the front passenger seat.
Gabriel looked at Jonathan, shrugging his shoulders. His father just smiled and signaled him to sit beside him while Sakda tucked away their bags on the back of the jeep. Then he walked to the front, sat on the driver's seat, and adjusted the rearview mirror, seemingly glancing at Gabriel and Jonathan in the back, who nestled into each other. Jonathan immediately lifted his arm as Gabriel squeezed inside it, snuggling his head in his father's broad, chiseled chest, his arm over his stomach as Jonathan gently stroked his son's short hair. Jonathan leaned his head onto his seat, his left arm over the side of the car as he marveled at the tropical view already visible beyond the airport's borders.
"You all friends, yes?" Sakda questioned as they drove through the parking lot's gates, his eyes squinting as he gazed at Gabriel and Jonathan's interactions. Gabriel rubbed his fingers playfully over Jonathan's shirt, his eyes blinking tiredly.
"Dude, they're father and son. I'm the friend." Elliot explained, not looking at Sakda, his eyes concealed behind his sunglasses.
"Ah, no way! So young..." Sakda commented.
"Dude..." Elliot uttered, almost to himself. Jonathan chortled slightly.
"Were you born here, Sakda?" Jonathan questioned, trying to initiate conversation, attempting to shatter the awkwardness.
"Yes, sir! All my family was born and raised here." Sakda stated, visibly pleased that someone was paying attention to him. "Five generations of local guides, sir!" He proudly noted.
"That's nice." Jonathan remarked, his eyes exhausted as he battled to stay awake. Gabriel was almost out when his head slowly tilted up, and his lips locked on Jonathan's neck, lingering there, almost like a small bird looking for his mother's beak. Jonathan's lips stretched pleasurably. "How long until we get there, Sakda?" He questioned.
"Forty-five minutes, sir!" Sakda replied in his energized tone. Jonathan looked at Elliot, who slept, his mouth now opened as his head rocketed from side to side.
"Do you mind if we doze off just a bit? Jet lag and all..." Jonathan teased, attempting to shut Sakda up. The young guide politely obliged. He leaned forward, took his headset from the glove compartment, put it on and drove the rest of the way, bobbing his head silently.
Jonathan honed his scruffy beard on his son's head, sniffed his hair, kissed it, took a deep breath, and fell asleep as Gabriel's hand tumbled casually over his massive crotch. Forty minutes later, Gabriel woke up, drool sliding from the side of his mouth into Jonathan's collarbone.
"Bud, wake up. We're here." Jonathan whispered as Gabriel's body stretched, his arms grabbing Jonathan's torso tighter.
As he opened his eyes, Gabriel was startled by the long path of yellow lights that stretched over a small artificial lake, leading up to a large entrance with a gold stone lotus flower.
"Welcome to the Golden Lotus, sir! I hope you enjoy your stay!" Sakda sounded from the front of the jeep before circling it and grabbing their bags from the jeep's trunk. "I'll take bags to reception." He informed, smiling.
"Thanks. I'll leave a tip for you at the desk. Be sure to pick it up." Jonathan informed, to Skada's delight.
"Dude, it's still hot as fuck." Elliot commented as he lifted the base of his tank top, exposing his chiseled, smooth six-pack, his arm grabbing his backpack from the jeep and throwing it over his shoulder.
"Bud, get your bag. Let's go." Jonathan instructed, delicately sliding his body from under Gabriel as if the boy was composed of porcelain.
"Dad? I can't find my phone." Gabriel muttered, his voice still dragging.
"I have it, Bud. You dropped it inside the car." Jonathan said patiently.
"Oh..." Gabriel mumbled. He pulled himself up and climbed the side of the jeep, jumping to the ground. "Thanks, Sakda. Was nice to meet you." He politely expressed. Sakda smiled and bowed, going over the bridge into the reception, carrying a trolley with all their bags.
They walked over the wooden bridge. türbanlı escort (http://ankaraeses.com/ad-category/turbanli-escort/) It wasn't steady and seemed to shift as they stepped on it, like a long water lily. They could hear the water running under them, and the sound of it was particularly soothing. As the boys approached the entrance, the interior reception entrance and foyer stood before them. The whole resort was golden-themed, with gorgeous white marble floors, gold wallpaper, and lotus flowers. But despite the vibrant interior design, the lighting was warm and cozy.
"You guys wait here. I'll go check us in." Jonathan ordered, pointing to a comfortable-looking couch just to the left of the entrance. Both boys glanced at each other and rushed over, with Elliot lunging into it and taking up the whole thing greedily. Gabriel started playfully pinching his thighs, trying to get his hand inside Elliot's crotch. They laughed out loud as Jonathan went to the reception and started chatting with a beautiful Thai woman wearing white and gold attire. After the initial playfulness, the boys finally tired themselves, sinking into each other, their breaths heavy, their bodies and bags tangled together. They lay there, backs on the couch, their legs stretched and sticking out into the floor as they observed Jonathan talking to the woman, who seemed unable to concentrate on her work, distracted by his natural beauty and enamored by his foreign charm.
"He doesn't even have to do anything." Elliot remarked. "Like, dude..." He muttered. Gabriel looked at him and chuckled.
"Bro, what the fuck are you saying? Every girl at school drools when you walk by." Gabriel argued, his voice suddenly changing and becoming more somber. "At least they know you exist." He mumbled incoherently. Elliot rolled his eyes, annoyed.
"I fucking hate it when you do that." He uttered. Gabriel turned his head to face him. "Dude, most of them are sluts anyway. Don't waste your time." He stated as his friend looked at him, befuddled.
"What do you mean?" Gabriel questioned. Elliot paused, his eyes locked on Gabriel.
"You're too good for them, Gabriel." Elliot stated, turning his head away, immediately fleeing his own confidential statement. Gabriel beamed. It was rare that Elliot would show his vulnerability and compliment his friend like that, so whenever it happened, Gabriel would gladly accept it.
"Ok. That's dealt with." Jonathan informed as he walked back. "We got upgraded. The agency fucked up, and they gave our rooms to someone else. But we got a master suite." He informed. The boy's eyes flared with excitement.
"Fuck yeah!" Elliot hollered.
"I'm beat. Let's hit the sack." Jonathan stated, stepping over to the large hallway that spread into several corridors. He walked for over ten minutes, with the boy's following close behind, all three men sporting an exhausted look. "Here we are. Room 123." Jonathan stated, pausing momentarily. He then turned to face the boys as they broke out giggling. He swiped the card on the door and opened it. Inside, the room was massive, where a large living room separated the master bedroom from a smaller section with two single beds. The entire south of the room was one large glass window facing the beach, and despite being pitch black, they could hear the waves crashing in the distance.
"This room is amazing!" Elliot shouted, his eyes glistening as he skimmed around. Jonathan smiled, but as he shifted his eyes from Elliot, he noticed Gabriel's concerned look.
"Hey." He called, ushering his son's attention. "I'll be right next door." He said, winking.
The original plan was for Gabriel to share a room with him and have Elliot stay in his separate room. Even back home, whenever Elliot stayed over, Gabriel would still jump on Jonathan's bed and crash there while his best friend stayed in his room. And being away from home seemed to heighten Gabriel's already anxious nature.
"Ok." He responded reluctantly. Even though Gabriel was growing older, the truth was, there was nothing he enjoyed more than sleeping nestled into Jonathan. It provided him with an unparalleled sense of protection and comfort.
"Well, thanks a lot..." Elliot remarked sarcastically. Gabriel chuckled and punched his arm teasingly.
"I'm going to take a shower. Try and get some sleep, you two." Jonathan suggested. He turned around and walked across the living room into the master bedroom, already pulling off his tank top, his muscular broad back flexing, and his muscles pushing through.
Elliot walked to the single bed closer to the door and let his whole body tumble into it. He breathed deeply and let out a guttural exhale. Gabriel stood there, his backpack still on his shoulder, scanning the room and looking lost. He tossed his bag on the bed and wandered around the room. He stepped inside the living room and opened the minibar, taking out a small bottle of mineral water. Then went back into the bedroom area and walked inside the bathroom door to the right of the beds.
His eyes flared at the sheer size of it with a shower area large enough to fit four people inside, Gabriel thought. He retracted to the bedroom, grabbed his travel bag, and took out a small pouch. Then went inside again, placed it next to the sink, and took out his toothbrush, washing his teeth. As he brushed them slowly, he stared at himself in the mirror.