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Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica
Description: Looking for love in all the wrong places can totally fuck up your life. Gerald Ford should know. He's made one mistake after another, while learning a lesson or two along the way. One was to never let a woman try to talk you out of being gay. The second lesson was to not pick a woman over family, because that kind of thing burns bridges. He was about to fly to Hawaii to see his brother Harry get married, after not having talked to the man in over two years. Gerald's not looking for a torrid love affair or a testosterone laden hunk who seduces him at every opportunity. But while in paradise, Gerry finds the last thing he is expecting, and the true meaning of Aloha is Love.
eBook Publisher: Sugar and Spice Press, 2012
eBookwise Release Date: March 2012

Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [88 KB]
Words: 19399
Reading time: 55-77 min.

Gerry heard the distinctive sound of a door opening and closing. He didn't bother to look up. He knew instinctively who it was.

"Aloha. Do you mind if I join you?" Island Boy spoke to him for the first time. He was wrapped in a small white towel like Gerry but he was much smaller than him. He was skinny, short and with not an ounce of extra fat on his body. He was half the size of Gerry.

Gerry looked at him directly, frowning as he did. The kid was cute and if he was back at home he may have made a pass at him, but right now the last thing he wanted was company of any sort. He felt defensive, protective of himself after his brother refused to talk to him this afternoon. That defensive wall was a protective mechanism. He shrugged his shoulders. "It's a free country."

"Thanks." Island Boy flashed a sexier than hell smile, his white teeth contrasting starkly with his dark skin. Even without saying much of anything he had this bubbly personality that came across in a look. He was happy from the heart with a real happiness, not the fake thing Gerry had to dredge up and pretend was a smile. It felt like a grimace and he knew he was pretending to be happy for other people. It just felt wrong to even try.

Gerry just didn't feel like being social today. He couldn't handle putting on another happy face. He hated feeling fake and Mr. Sunshine here next to him wasn't helping him. He leaned back against the wall and closed his eyes again while Island Boy came into the cramped room and sat down.

"You not from around here, are you?" Island Boy didn't seem to take a hint from Gerry's closed eyes and spoke directly to him.

Gerry jumped, surprised that Island Boy decided to sit right next to him. His chocolate brown eyes seemed to stare right into his soul. It was slightly unsettling and oddly erotic.

"No, is it that obvious?" Gerry said sarcastically. It had to be obvious. He was a white man, at a hotel, on an island in the middle of nowhere. Well, technically it wasn't nowhere. He was on a tiny little island on the outskirts of Hawaii.

"Where you from?" Island Boy ignored his bad attitude.

Gerry couldn't seem to throw him. So instead he gave up, squared off his shoulders and finally responded, "Nashville, Tennessee."

"You long way from home," Island Boy replied in a kind of clipped broken English. One curious eyebrow arched high above his brown eyes. "Here to get away from work?"

"No, this ain't a vacation for me. My brother decided to get married and I wanted to see him happy again." Gerry shrugged. This entire trip wasn't for him. He took it to make everyone else happy but there was no way he could say it was for him to be happy. It might be different if he were visiting the island to sightsee without any family. He could play in the waves, see about finding a romantic rendezvous in one of the local gay clubs or just think about doing something for himself. At the moment he couldn't think about going for a massage or anything so selfish.

Everyone else came first.

"But you no look happy," Island boy said quizzically.

Gerry crushed the desire to reach up and run his fingers through Island Boy's thick, wavy, jet black by balling up his hands into fists. This guy was a complete stranger and it wasn't like he was making a move on him. This guy was just being nice and starting a conversation. Nothing illegal about that.

"No, I can't say I am," Gerald replied honestly.

"That's why I wanted to see you brah. I thought you looked sad and needed some cheering up." Island Boy smiled at him and he noticed him shift in his seat. The edge of his towel had come undone giving Gerry a view higher up the towel. Island Boy wasn't wearing anything under that towel. There was nothing but skin. Gerry swallowed, trying to pretend it wasn't affecting him.