2. Chapter 2
“First,” Bodhi said. “We need to swap your board out for a big beginner one.”
“I only agreed to a refresher!” Mark said, twisting in Bodhi’s arms, regretting his decision already.
He should have known Bodhi was no different. He just had a very good customer service mask.
“Nah bro, trust me. You’re here to pick up girls, right?”
“How’d you guess?”
“Everyone does! But I’ll let you in on a secret, since you let me get wet with you. The ones over there? They’re thrill seekers and exhibitionists. They want to be taken out down the beach where it’s more secluded and,” Bodhi leaned in close to whisper, “blow you while still on the board.”
“No way!” Mark gasped. He’d never thought to dream so big! Best he’d been hoping for was a BJ in the bushes.
The shiver that ran down Mark’s spine had nothing to do with Bodhi’s hot breath on his neck. Or the warmth spreading like an infection from every point their bodies touched. He absolutely did not almost get hard while being held firmly by a man.
“Seriously. Seen it happen. Heard them gossip about it. You’re going to want the extra stability of a beginner board while they’re blowing you. Trust me.”
Mark cringed at just the thought of knocking them both off the board mid-blowjob. He’d die.
“Why? What’s in it for you?” Mark asked, as prickly as a cactus.
Bodhi had the gall to laugh.
“Nothing bro! Well, except for one thing.”
Knew it! Here it came. But would Mark be willing to pay the price?
“It’d get them out of my hair. They frighten off the shy bros who want lessons.”
Oh. Bodhi wanted customers. Perfectly reasonable. He’d likely already taken all the girls for a ride. That was fine. Mark wasn’t above getting another man’s sloppy seconds. None of his friends back home would know.
“I’ll defer to your greater experience,” Mark said magnanimously.
Never show how badly you want something. That was another thing he’d learned the hard way.
“Oh I haven’t done it yet. I wish! I’d never waste a good wind day like that. It’d take a special person to distract me from surfing.”
That made no sense. But Mark didn’t question it further.
“C’mon, my boss got a new gadget to help with lessons,” Bodhi said, finally releasing Mark. “It’ll be perfect for you!”
Mark let Bodhi change the subject. Something about a balance board set up on the beach to teach the basics. Bodhi started all his refresher students on it now, he loved it so much.
It was easier to follow Bodhi back to shore than to question why his heart was racing like mad. Why he was still so warm, even though they were no longer touching. Why he’d stayed frozen in Bodhi’s arms for so long. Why his mistrust of Bodhi had thawed so quickly.
Instead, Mark threw himself into the lesson. To get the promised blowjob at the end. And maybe finally figure out what Bodhi’s deal was. No one was this nice.
Neither of them mentioned that Mark had clearly been in over his head with the board and sail he’d initially chosen. Or that this was more than a simple refresher course.
By the end of the day, Mark could only come to one conclusion: He’d never met anyone like Bodhi before.
Not in his highly competitive high school, where getting into one of the top universities was the norm. Not in his equally competitive university program, where he’d been sabotaged in group projects.
There was only one conclusion.
Bodhi was an alien.
And one that Mark wanted to study. For science. He was studying to become a doctor after all.
There was only one problem.
Bodhi. Wouldn’t. Stop. Touching. Mark.
Big, warm hands gripped Mark’s hips when Mark demonstrated his stance on the beach.
Smooth skin brushed against Mark’s arms when his grip on the sail was corrected.
And when Mark fell off the balance thing that simulated being on the water, Bodhi caught him.
Arms just as warm and secure as they’d been the first time.
“I gotcha, bro!” Bodhi had said, jumping onto the board and steadying it effortlessly, even with Mark still on it.
Bodhi did it all so casually. Like it was no big deal. His confidence and kindness a shock to a starved system. Bodhi had no idea what effect all of it was having on Mark. Neither did Mark, if he was being honest with himself.
Could confidence and kindness be addictive? Because it had only been one day and Mark was already looking forward to more. He’d signed up for multiple days of private lessons with Bodhi - to the man’s genuine pleasure.
The weird alien really did appear to like teaching people. And he said Mark was a focused and good student.
He’d feel shame over how uncharitable and standoffish he’d been when they first met, but he was still waiting for the other shoe to drop. No one was this nice naturally. Not to Mark. There had to be a catch.
“What the fuck?” Mark reflexively elbowed Bodhi in the gut. Personal space!
Bodhi grunted, but it didn’t deter him. Their bodies pressed together, flush from wrist to ankle. With the sun hitting his front and Bodhi at his back, it was like Mark had been thrown into a furnace.
That had to be why his heart rate spiked and his skin burned.
“Play along,“ Bodhi said. “The girls love this shit.”
Watching what a newbie failure Mark was? They couldn’t possibly- oh. OH! They were watching! And they weren’t even trying to be subtle about it.
Bodhi wrapped an arm around Mark’s waist, pulling them tight together.
“See? Feel how the board moves? Brace your arms and let the wind do the work.”
“Like this?” Mark asked, voice a little strangled.
“Almost. You’re still too stiff. Relax and lean into me.”
Mark hadn’t realized his back was ramrod straight. But relax? That was asking too much. Mark never relaxed. He’d learned a long time ago to never let his guard down. Especially around friends.
But Bodhi wasn’t a friend. He was being paid to help… so maybe it was safe?
Inch by inch, slowly. Hesitantly. Mark relaxed back into the warmth.
With all those eyes on him and Bodhi at his back, the impossible happened. Mark got hard.
“I got it now!” Mark said. If Bodhi’s arm drifted any lower he’d feel it and then Mark would be in so much trouble!
“You stiffened up again,” Bodhi said, “Relax!”
Mark was stiff in more ways than one! He knew what a jock like Bodhi would do to him if he saw that Mark was hard after they touched.
For the first time since he was ghosted, Mark regretted being alone on the trip. At least his friends would have his back during the inevitable beat down.
Mark hadn’t realized how vulnerable he was until now.
“Let’s take it to the water. Time to show off your skills!” Bodhi leaned in and whispered, holding Mark tight. “I know at least one person who’d love to blow you.”
Fuck Bodhi had noticed. At least he hadn’t called Mark gay for it. Because Mark absolutely would call someone who got hard while being touched by a man gay.
And apparently his skills still weren’t good enough. Because by the end of the day, not a single girl offered to blow him.
That’s how he ended up in the showers, exhausted and still rock hard.
Sandals flapping on the ground, he wasn’t the only man in the hostel’s stalls. Luckily, there were curtains and walls to give them all privacy.
He took himself in hand with a loud, relieved sigh, the warm water raining down on his shoulders.
Mark stroked himself, trying to imagine one of the girls approaching him. Would she join him on the board, like Bodhi had said? Would she kneel, taking Mark’s cock into her mouth with enthusiasm as they windsurfed together?
Any one of the girls in a skimpy bikini and g-string would do. It’d make for a great story to tell his so-called friends back home.
He’d put all of Bodhi’s tips to good use. Bodhi’s voice would be in his ear, telling him how to adjust his balance.
The warm weight at his back had felt so good. Like he could sink into it. Safe and warm.
Bodhi was like no one he’d ever met. So encouraging. Hands on his arms, adjusting his grip. An arm around his waist, holding them so tightly together it was as if Bodhi didn’t want to let go.
Mark gasped, louder than he meant to, loud enough for his neighbor to hear. But he didn’t care as he came harder than he had in years.