There were two days left until the flight, but it consumed my whole day. My dad always reminded me how irrational my fear of flying was. I couldn't fathom the fear of being confined in a metal box thousands of meters above the ground, taken away from home in just a few hours. Call me crazy.
Flying felt unnatural. Ever since becoming an adult, those things scared me. I had tried to explain my fear to those around me, but it was difficult when everyone lived in their own worlds. Most seemed to have adapted to the life we created. Maybe I still needed to learn.
"I'm nervous about the flight,"
"Already, Eddy?"
My parents rarely used my full name, Edward. Since childhood it had been Eddy, likely because it suited me better. My friends and sister called me Ed. Being called Eddy felt vulnerable, a name I reserved only for my parents.
"Don't be nervous, we're all flying together,"
My mom thought my fear was of the plane crashing. Which, in that case, would all of us die together would be a better option?
"I'm going to go work out."
I started working out as a teen, fueled by hatred for my body compared to others. The obsession has faded, but I still catch myself worrying. As I worked out, I tried to stay present, but the flight anxiety crept under my skin. I didn't want to feel it. I pushed myself harder with my weights until I felt my muscles break from the inside. On flight days, I'm usually just nervous. Today felt different. As I walked through our house and checked if all the windows were closed, I did it with extra care. I took in my room and any other space where I spent a lot of time. Suddenly I noticed all kinds of small little details about the rooms. I had the urge to say goodbye to this place, but I knew I would return here again. Sometimes we perceive the world in unexpected bursts of emotion, making us act in uncontrolled ways. Maybe that's fate? Upon arriving at the airport, I became immediately overstimulated. People rushed to their gates, and signs changed. Conversations in a multitude of languages registered in my brain. I had grown out of being a little boy. Hiding behind my mom's dress couldn't shield me from this chaos anymore.
A woman at our gate asked a staff member what we were waiting for. An airline employee politely replied that boarding had not yet begun. The woman turned away and rolled her eyes, as if she'd heard something outrageous. It always amused me how people stood in line for the gates to open. After all, the plane wouldn't go anywhere. As I sat down and calmed my breathing, a soft female voice from the speaker announced that our flight to Mallorca was about to board. Before I knew it, we had touched down on the sunny island of Mallorca. As we exited the plane, the warm Mediterranean air enveloped me. The airport was bustling with activity, but there was a laid-back, almost lazy vibe to it that was soothing. After retrieving our luggage, we made our way to the car rental counter. As we waited in line, I couldn't help but take in my surroundings. Palm trees swayed in the breeze, and the sound of chatter filled the air. It felt a world away from the rushed pace of home. They handed us the keys to a small rental car. Piling in, we set off towards the northern side of the island, where our hotel was located. The drive was breathtaking. Rolling hills dotted with olive groves and vineyards gave way to dramatic cliffs overlooking the cerulean waters of the Mediterranean.
As we wound our way along the coastal road, I couldn't help but think that this was a place so different from anything I had ever known. I was eager to explore it. The stresses and anxieties that had plagued me back home felt a little more manageable. We reached our hotel, a charming stone building nestled among lush gardens. As we checked in and made our way to our room, I couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder and tranquility wash over me.
"Wow, what a place!" My sister said.
Our hotel room looked like that of a boutique hotel, even though we were staying in a rather big one. My parents entered their own room, and I stayed to look outside our balcony view with my sister. The views on this side of the island were so much different from where we landed. Gone were the vast crowds and rows of buildings next to the beach. I closed my eyes for a moment, and all I could hear was the crashing of waves along the limestone cliffs. The wind was gushing the fresh smell of the Mediterranean Sea right to our senses. We spend the rest of the day exploring the surrounding area, while my parents stayed in a small cafe near the beach. We hiked along rugged coastal trails, the salty sea breeze tousling our hair. The path led us through groves of gnarled olive trees. With each step, I felt a weight lifting off my shoulders, my worries and fears fading into the background just a little more.
The crystal-clear waters beckoned us for a swim, as we descended to a secluded cove like spot where a group of young people was cliff jumping. I hesitated at first, but my sister splashed into the sea without a second thought, her laughter echoing off the cliffs. I took a deep breath and followed her lead and dove into the cool embrace of the Mediterranean. The water was refreshing against my skin, washing away any lingering doubts. We swam out towards a rocky outcrop. I gazed up at the clear blue sky overhead. The sun kissed my face. It felt good to just be in that moment. We allow life to sweep us away in so many directions, but here we could let the current sway us. Trusting the sea with its immense power. As we made our way back to shore, the sun was dipping towards the horizon, casting a warm golden light over the landscape. We dried off on the rocky shore, the sound of the waves lulling us into a trance. By the time we returned to our hotel, it was already getting dark. Mom and dad welcomed our return with warm smiles that betrayed an earlier indulgence in more than one drink.
"I will go shower first. Sorry, bro!" My sister sped off into the bathroom.
It felt good to rinse off the remaining salt from my body and hair. The warm water from the shower caressed my body in all the familiar places. I read somewhere that lonely people like longer, hot showers. Maybe I was one of them. Even though my hair was still wet, I immediately threw myself onto the bed I shared with my sis. She already fell asleep, a process that wasn't so easy for me. My head always becomes more active at night. I can't help it. Before closing my eyes, I processed everything that happened today. The melancholic feeling of leaving home contrasted with what this island made me feel today. It felt like a part of me was opening up, what for I still had to discover. My family was still asleep. I put one foot out onto the balcony and a surge of heat hit me. The feeling was overwhelming. As the warm rays of sunshine covered my pale skin, my body and mind relaxed. Even though I knew it was silly, I wanted to soak up all the sun's energy. Isn't it wild that I could feel a gas giant floating so far away from us in space directly on my skin? After 10 minutes in the sun, my body went into overheat mode. From the corners of my eyes, I saw the hotel pool shining bright blue. I dropped a notice in our family's group chat, letting them know I was heading to the pool. The cool water of the pool embraced me as I submerged myself, feeling the initial shock before the refreshing relief set in. I pushed off the side, gliding effortlessly through the water. The early morning light danced across the surface, creating a mesmerizing pattern on the pool floor. I swam a few laps, each stroke helping to clear my mind and invigorate my body. As I surfaced for air, I noticed a figure at the end of the pool. I had to adjust my eyes a bit and then I saw him. A tanned man with the body of a god. He was wearing black speedos with a red lifeguard tank top.
He stood by the pool's edge, his confident posture exuding an air of authority. His gaze met mine, and a sly smile tugged at the corner of his lips. I felt a flush creep up my cheeks as I glanced away, pretending to be interested in the pattern of the tiles beneath the water. I continued swimming, trying to shake off the distraction he presented. Now I was feeling guilty. Maybe his smile was just supposed to be a polite greeting, and I ignored him, ending up looking like a weirdo. It was hard for me to figure out exactly what men meant with their social cues. Every time I surfaced for air, I could feel his eyes on me. As I approached the end of my laps, I couldn't help but steal glances at the lifeguard. He seemed to be in deep conversation with another hotel guest now. Besides me and him, there was no one else around, so he did not have to focus on his job that much. The lifeguard had an infectious smile, causing the world to stop a little when you saw it. I found myself drawn to him, curious about his confident facade. My friends always told me I'm a perceptive. Though I want to believe in that I always find myself in situations like these. Where someone fucks with my head. It's like the signal they are sending out is messing with my radar. Now did I over interpret the lifeguard's smile? Did I see something that wasn't there? Do some people know how powerful they are? God, I was going crazy already. We had a stacked day, planned to the brim, and we would spend the whole day outside of the hotel. I needed a distraction, so our plans fit me well.
It felt good being near the sea. Something about the salty breeze carries with it a sense of freedom. Throughout our trip, I tried to lose myself in the stunning landscapes, but I just couldn't. We stopped for snacks at the beach when I noticed the striking resemblance between a man basking in the sun and the lifeguard from our hotel. Fuck. I couldn't tear my eyes away from the man's sun-kissed skin, glistening with a sheen of sweat under the bright sun. His muscles rippled as he stretched, the movement so achingly familiar it felt like a punch to the gut. It was as if the universe was taunting me, reminding me of him at every turn. Every wave crashing against the shore echoed his presence, each grain of sand reminding me of his rugged features. As my family chatted and laughed around me, I felt a strange longing in my chest, a yearning for something I couldn't quite name. My family chattered around me, oblivious to the storm raging within me. The crashing waves seemed to echo the turmoil in my heart, each swell mirroring the rise and fall of my emotions. I felt a pang of desire deep within me, a longing that I tried to bury beneath layers of denial and self-preservation.
As we walked along the shoreline, the sand burning beneath my feet; I stole furtive glances at the lifeguard lookalike. He was effortlessly confident, much like the man who had seared himself into my memory. The waters stretched endlessly before me. I longed to dive into the cool embrace of the sea, to let its depths swallow me whole. I was nervous throughout the rest of the day. Perceiving the world in emotions that people around you don't reciprocate alienates you. It can be a lonely feeling. Night approached and cool moonlight contrasted over the warm Majorcan landscape. I woke up early and headed to the pool. To my surprise, there was no one in sight and the lifeguard wasn't here either, but the pool was open. A weight fell off my shoulder and I entered the pool with all the confidence I had, thinking I was alone. It didn't even take me a few strokes when I spotted someone at the pool's edge. I had to readjust my vision and couldn't believe what I was seeing. It was him in all his glory except he was wearing tight dark speedos. I was helpless and my eyes drifted to the only place they could. For a second my legs went out, and I slipped under water. As I got out, I saw the lifeguard smirking.
"Hey there, pretty boy."
My heart stopped. Did I hear that correctly? Was he talking to me? Before I could muster my head around what I just heard, the lifeguard slowly let his hand fall across his hard abs until they reached his speedo covered crotch. He gave his package a broad squeeze and his expression changed from a smile to a deadly focus. At this point, I thought I would die. This couldn't be happening. It didn't even take my dick a second to harden inside my swim trunks. As I was floating around the pool like an idiot, I watched the lifeguard as he crept to the edge of the pool and sat down. His muscular front legs were now submerged into the pool. He smiled again.
"Come here boy, why don't you get a little closer?"
His voice was so perfect, it made me melt inside and my brain couldn't comprehend how a man could have this power over me. With no hesitation, I was inching closer to him.
"That's right, I have to keep a close eye on you."
He was stroking his big thighs with both of his hands and I could see his bulge growing in his speedo. Suddenly, my face was just inches away from what he was hiding.
"I've been watching you these past few days. I can't help it, you just are such a pretty man, you know?"
I still couldn't believe what I was hearing. It was as if an angel was speaking to me, telling me heavenly things I could not understand.
"Can I show you what your pretty face is doing to me?" and without me answering, he pulled his dick out right in front of me.
My disbelief was just growing as what I saw must've been the most unrealistically perfect looking cock I had seen, not that I saw many, but this was something that looked better than in porn.
"Hah, you seem to like it."
He grabbed it by its shaft and gave the dick a couple of swings. My eyes followed every movement.
"You can take an even closer look if you'd like."
"I... I..." My voice trembled as I tried to form words. The lifeguard's piercing gaze held me transfixed, my body frozen in place despite the warm pool of water surrounding me.
He leaned forward slightly, his muscular torso rippling. "It's okay," he said softly. "I know you want to. I can see it in your eyes." As if in a trance, I drifted closer until I was right between his powerful thighs. The scent of chlorine mingled with his masculine musk. Up close, I could see every detail of his impressive manhood the prominent veins, the glistening head, the way it twitched slightly as I stared.
"That's it," he encouraged.
"Don't be shy. You can touch it if you want."
My hand rose from the water of its own accord, fingers trembling as they reached out. The moment my fingertips brushed against his hot, velvety skin, a jolt of electricity shot through me. I wrapped my hand around his thick shaft, marveling at its girth and the way it pulsed in my grip. The lifeguard let out a low groan of pleasure.
"That's it, pretty boy. You're doing great."
Encouraged by his words, I stroked his length slowly up and down. His breathing quickened, and I felt a surge of pride knowing I was the cause.
"Use your mouth," he commanded softly.
I hesitated for only a moment before leaning in and taking him between my lips. The salty taste of his skin filled my senses as I bobbed my head, taking him deeper with each pass. His fingers tangled in my wet hair, guiding my movements. The lifeguard's grip on my hair tightened as I worked his impressive length with growing enthusiasm. Soft moans of pleasure escaped his lips, spurring me on. I hollowed my cheeks, sucking harder as I took him deeper into my throat.
"Fuck, you're a natural," he groaned, his hips beginning to thrust gently.
"Such a pretty mouth."
His words sent shivers down my spine. I glanced up, meeting his intense gaze as I continued my ministrations. The raw desire I saw there made my arousal spike. Suddenly, he pulled me off his cock. Before I could protest, he was sliding into the pool with me, his powerful arms wrapping around my waist.
"Turn around," he whispered huskily in my ear.
"I want to feel that tight ass of yours."
My heart raced as I complied, but panic was raising inside me. I had never had a man inside me before, and I didn't know if I was prepared. I swallowed hard, a mix of excitement and nervousness coursing through me.
"I... I've never done this before," I admitted softly, my voice barely audible over the gentle lapping of the pool water.
The lifeguard's powerful hands gently gripped my hips.
"Don't worry, pretty boy. I'll take good care of you," he murmured, his breath hot against my ear.
He pressed himself against me, his hard length sliding between my cheeks. I gasped at the sensation, my body trembling with anticipation.
"Just relax," he soothed, one hand moving to caress my lower back.
"We'll go nice and slow."
I nodded, taking a deep breath as I tried to calm my racing heart. His fingers trailed lower, gently probing and stretching me. The initial discomfort soon gave way to pleasure as
"Wait," I gasped, turning back to face him.
"I've never... I mean, I haven't..."
Understanding dawned in his eyes.
"It's okay," he whispered, cupping my face in his hand.
"We'll take it slow. Trust me."
He pulled me close, our bodies pressed together in the warm water. His lips found mine in a deep, passionate kiss that made my head spin. As we kissed, his hands roamed my body, caressing and exploring.
"Let's move to the shallow end," he murmured against my lips.
We made our way to where we could stand, the water lapping at our chests. The lifeguard pressed me gently against the pool wall, his muscular body caging me in. His fingers trailed down my spine, sending shivers through me.
"Relax," he whispered, nipping at my earlobe.
"I'll make you feel good, I promise."
His fingers slipped between my cheeks, gently probing and stretching. I gasped at the unfamiliar sensation, my body tensing instinctively.
"Shh, it's okay," he soothed, his other hand stroking my hip reassuringly.
"Just breathe."
I nodded, forcing myself to relax as he continued his ministrations. Gradually, the discomfort faded, replaced by a growing pleasure that had me pushing back against his fingers.
"That's it," he murmured approvingly.
"You're doing so well."
He withdrew his fingers, and I whimpered at the loss. But then I felt something larger pressing against me, and my breath caught in my throat.
"Are you ready?" he asked, his voice husky with desire.
I nodded shakily, both terrified and desperately eager.
"Yes," I breathed. "Please..."
The lifeguard gripped my hips firmly as he began to push inside me. I gasped at the stretch, a mix of pain and pleasure flooding my senses. He moved slowly, giving me time to adjust with each inch.
"You're doing so well," he murmured, pressing soft kisses along my neck and shoulders.
"So tight for me."
When he was fully inside me, we both let out shaky breaths. The feeling of fullness was overwhelming, unlike anything I'd experienced before.
"Move," I pleaded after a moment, needing more.
He obliged, starting with slow, shallow thrusts that soon became deeper and more forceful. The water sloshed around us as he picked up the pace, driving into me with increasing intensity. I gripped the edge of the pool, my knuckles turning white as waves of pleasure crashed over me. The lifeguard's powerful thrusts were hitting something deep inside that made me see stars.
"Oh god," I moaned, my voice echoing off the tiled walls. "Don't stop!"
His fingers dug into my hips as he pounded into me relentlessly. The water splashed around us, creating a rhythmic soundtrack to our passionate encounter.
"You feel so good," he growled in my ear, his breath hot against my skin. "You didn't expect to get dick while coming here today, huh? Letting me fuck you before anyone shows up and sees."
I couldn't respond beyond incoherent moans, lost in the overwhelming sensations. The thrill of potentially being caught only heightened my arousal. The lifeguard's hand snaked around to grasp my neglected cock, stroking in time with his thrusts.
"That's it, pretty boy. Let go for me. I want to feel you come."
His skilled fingers worked my shaft as he continued to drive into me. The dual stimulation was too much to bear. With a strangled cry, I came hard, my body clenching around him as waves of pleasure crashed over me.
"Fuck, yes," he groaned, his rhythm faltering.
A few more erratic thrusts and he stilled, pressing deep as he found his own release. We clung to each other, panting heavily as we came down from our shared high. After a few moments, the lifeguard gently withdrew, turning me to face him. His eyes were soft as he caressed my cheek.
"Are you okay?" he asked quietly.
I nodded, still dazed from the intensity of what we'd just shared. "Yeah... that was... wow." He chuckled, pulling me into a tender kiss. "You were amazing," he murmured against my lips. We stayed like that for a while, trading soft kisses and gentle touches as our breathing returned to normal. The rising sun was starting to cast a warm glow across the pool area.
"We should probably get cleaned up," the lifeguard said reluctantly. "People will arrive soon."
Reality came crashing back, and I felt a sudden pang of nervousness.
"Right. Um... what happens now?"
He smiled, tucking a wet strand of hair behind my ear. The lifeguard smiled warmly, his fingers gently tucking a wet strand of hair behind my ear.
"Well, that depends on what you want to happen, brave boy."