“Yeah, yeah, I know a place,” he said. “Come on, we take a cab, get there quicker.”

He hailed us a cab and gave the driver an address. Then we sat in the back and he ran his hand over my thigh, feeling my hard-on. “You excited,” he said. “That’s good.” Then he leaned over and kissed me on the mouth.

It was quick, and my lips were dry, but it was the first time another guy had ever kissed me. I’d fooled around a couple of times, mostly at summer camp, but I’d never kissed anyone other than my relatives, and then always on the cheek. My lips felt like they were burning up.

The cab drove away from the bright lights of Kalakaua into a darker, crappier neighborhood. No street lights here, trash in the gutter and loose dogs hiding in the shadows. I didn’t care, though—I just wanted Tui to kiss me again, to put his hand over my boner once more. I paid the driver and we tumbled out of the cab in front of the Surfsider Motel, a fifties-style relic that was ready for some urban redevelopment. I followed Tui into the lobby, which was dirty and smelled of cat urine. He went up to the fat old Hawaiian man behind the desk and whispered something to him.

“He says the room a hundred dollars,” Tui said, coming back to me. I gave him the money, and he traded it for a room key. Then he took my hand and bounced out the door, with me attached. “Now we have fun!” he said.

The room was seedy—there’s no other word for it. I’d stayed in motels and hotels with my parents all my life, and I’d never seen one that had just a big king-sized bed and a single nightstand with a cracked lamp on it. Where did people put their clothes away, I thought, as Tui led me to the bed. Why was there no TV, no phone?

Then Tui kissed me again, and I stopped thinking. For the first time in my life I shut my brain off and just experienced life. While he kissed me, Tui undid my shorts and dropped them to my ankles. Then he broke off momentarily to kick off his flip-flops, slide out of his nylon shorts—which he wore without any underwear—and pull his tank top off over his head. “Come on, you too,” he said, waving his hand.

Faster than I’ve ever done it, I kicked off my topsiders and the shorts that had fallen to my ankles. I pulled my polo shirt off over my head. I guess I wasn’t moving fast enough, though, because Tui jerked down my boxers, freeing my stiff hard-on, and dropped to his knees to take me in his mouth.

He licked the head of my dick a couple of times, lubing it up, then quickly took me all the way down his throat. In just a minute or two, I felt waves of passion surging through me. “Oh, oh, I’m going to come,” I said. I shot my load right down his throat and he swallowed it all.

Then he pulled off and stood up. I felt so drained—and disappointed. Was that it? Everything I’d been looking forward to, over in less time than a TV commercial?

“Now that over with, we can have fun,” Tui said. “You still got more load in you, I know.”

He kissed me again, and I could taste the salty sweet of my cum on his lips. I’d never tasted cum before, and I kind of liked it. He took my hand and pulled me down onto the bed with him, where we kissed and French kissed and rubbed each other’s body parts. He was really skinny, thinner than I was, and almost completely hairless. But the muscles he had were wiry, and his penis was long and skinny, though only half-hard.

No one had ever played with my tits before, and I’d never realized how erotic that could be. He took a nipple gently, between two fingers, and rubbed it till it was hard, then did the same to the other one. Then he went back to the first, sucking lightly, then nibbling, finally biting. By the time I felt his teeth on that nipple, I was arching my back in ecstasy and I was hard again.

When he finally finished with both nipples, he reached over to the bedside table and opened the drawer. He pulled out a bottle of lube and a rubber. “Now we have more fun,” he said.

I could hardly speak. I was afraid anything I said would break the spell, that I’d wake up and discover this had all been a dream. Tui squeezed some lube into his hand, and lightly rubbed my dick, then slid the rubber on over me. Then he rubbed more lube onto the outside of the rubber.

“Give me your finger,” he said. He squeezed some lube onto my right index finger, and then he leaned back. “Go on,” he said, spreading his ass open in front of me. “Get Tui all lubed up for your big American cock.”

I started rubbing the lube around the entrance to his hole. “Deeper,” he said. “Tui want you deeper.”

I put more lube on my finger and reached inside his asshole. He must have known my mouth was dry because he leaned over and French kissed me. Then he leaned back and guided my dick to his ass. “This like the gay version of missionary position,” he said. “’Stead of man on top of woman, we do man on top of man.”

He raised himself up and down over me, as I felt my dick sliding in and out of his ass. I’d never fucked a guy before and the sensation was awesome. Tui’s hole was tight enough to hold me, but loose enough that I could move in and out without struggle.

I started to hear myself making sounds I’d never made before. Whimpering sounds, subverbal, as waves of pleasure coursed through me. I finally understood that connection between pain and pleasure I had read about in psychology textbooks as the orgasm washed over me.

Tui pulled off me with a squishy sound and lay down next to me on the bed. “You have a good time?” he asked.

“Oh, yeah,” I said.

“So maybe we have fun again some time?”

“That would be so cool,” I said.

“Maybe you give Tui some money?” he asked. “I have no job now. I have to ask my friends for help. You my friend, right?”

I guess I was just really dumb, or naïve. Finally I figured it out. I hadn’t really met the boyfriend of my dreams; I’d picked up a gay prostitute. But I didn’t care. I had plenty of money, and I wanted to do what we’d done over and over again.

“Sure, Tui,” I said. “You want the other four hundred I got from the ATM?”

“Kevin, you are really good friend!” he said. “You want to meet me next Saturday night?”

“Sure, but can we go to a better hotel? I’ll get more money.”

Tui gave me his cell phone number, and I gave him mine. When he called me on Wednesday night, I left the dorm to find a quiet spot outside. I tried out my idea of sexy boyfriend talk. “I want to fuck your ass again, Tui,” I said. “You have a really hot ass. You are so sexy.”

“You so sexy, too, Kevin,” he said. “I love your big American cock.”

I said I wanted to take him out to dinner Saturday night. “No argument, Tui,” I said. “You dress up nice, you pick a nice restaurant, and then a nice hotel for us. I’ll pay for everything and I’ll give you money, too.”

It was like dating, I thought. Back home in Chicago, I knew guys who spent a lot of money to take girls out, buying them presents, expensive drinks in fancy bars, lavish meals in top restaurants. And then sometimes they didn’t even get laid. At least with Tui, I knew we would end up in bed.

I saw him every Saturday night for a month. Somewhere in there, he introduced me to crystal. With crystal, I felt this crazy sense of happiness—like I was comfortable in my own skin for the first time. I felt so sexy, too, handsome, stiff-dicked and horny. Part of that was Tui; he always made me feel like I was the best lover he’d ever had, though I was sure I was far from it.

Tui suggested we meet once during the week, too. I had him come up to my dorm on a Wednesday afternoon, when I knew my roommate had volleyball practice. Just to be safe, I hung a ball cap on the doorknob—that was what my roommate did when he had a girl in and didn’t want me to disturb him.

It was a real turn-on to have Tui in my narrow twin bed. We even fucked on my roommate’s bed, on his desk, and on the floor.