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A rum distillery in Barbados, a private tasting after hours, and two men who can’t keep their hands off each other.
Dwayne runs his family’s distillery and gives the tours himself; Trevor is just a tourist passing through, and neither of them wants the day to end.
An erotic gay story of holiday flings, mutual masturbation and oral sex.
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Dwayne was proud of what his family had built, of the legacy they’d created, one he intended to carry through years and years with hard work and dedication. It wasn’t about rum, of course, it was about holding the flame for the people who came before him and for those who would be there when he was long gone. He believed in his product, in what it carried, and he was sure it would hold up over time, and that he’d be happy and proud of what he’d created no matter what.
There was something special about rum, and everyone in Barbados knew it. In a way it felt like fate that everything needed to create it had actually happened, and the thick, sweet smell of the drink carried through the air of the country, making the place feel like home for anyone who wanted to find it. It had been over a century since Dwayne’s family decided to give it a try and start their own distillery. He’d watched his grandfather and father work on it tirelessly, and he was proud of what they’d created. He was happy to carry the flame after they were gone. He tried to improve the process, make it distinctive, so their rum would become one of a kind, and he succeeded. Soon enough his family’s name echoed through the country, and he couldn’t be prouder of himself and the legacy he carried with him, one he was going to keep carrying until his shoulders were too tired for it.
As much as Dwayne loved everything about his work, if he had to point out a favourite part he would say it was the tours he gave of the distillery. He usually ran them in small groups, and people had to book in advance, but at least Dwayne knew they were all interested in his work and that nobody would end up bored out of their mind by what he was showing them.
That morning he dressed as usual for that time of year, in beige linen trousers and a white shirt that looked bright against the dark of his skin. He smiled at the small group already standing at the doors and opened them wide, inviting everyone in. He introduced himself briefly, and the people in the group did the same. Dwayne tried to remember all of them, but one man stood out to him more than the others. He was tall, white, with curly blond hair. Dwayne just couldn’t take his eyes off him, no matter how hard he tried. The fresh tan on the visitor’s skin made him smile and think about things that weren’t appropriate for a tour. The man’s name was Trevor, and, as much as Dwayne tried, he couldn’t stop himself from giving him more attention than the other visitors.
They walked through the rooms as Dwayne explained the process of making rum, throwing in the details that showed how significant the drink was for the country and its history. He added his signature charm and humour to make people laugh and, of course, when he did he looked at Trevor to make sure the man he was aiming that charm at was listening and taking in every word. Dwayne knew it was never a good idea to give tourists too much attention, but he also knew he was giving it to Trevor, that he wanted him to have as much of it as he could, even if in the end it was very unlikely to lead anywhere. He simply couldn’t stop himself, no matter how hard he tried.
He kept explaining the way rum was made to everyone while watching the way Trevor looked around and nodded at the barrels. Dwayne couldn’t stop giving the man he’d singled out special attention, the kind he shouldn’t have given to anyone. It was unlike him to fixate on someone and not be able to let it go, but with Trevor that seemed to be exactly what was happening.
When the tour ended, Dwayne felt almost regretful about it. He knew it might have been strange to hope Trevor would give him as much attention back, but he couldn’t stop wanting it. Then a bright idea came to him, a way to make Trevor stay a little longer, and Dwayne wasn’t about to hold back.
As people left the tour, they told Dwayne how amazing it had been and how happy they were to have come. He smiled and nodded, soaking in the praise, until it was Trevor’s turn to say his piece. He seemed as excited about what he’d seen as the rest of the tourists. He shook Dwayne’s hand and told him how amazing it had been to have the experience, to learn so much about the history of the place. While the rest of the tourists drifted away, Dwayne smiled wider. It was finally time to put his plan into action.
He offered Trevor the chance to sample a few of the new rum batches they’d made using different techniques, so Dwayne could get an honest opinion on them. Trevor looked surprised, but not in an unpleasant way. He glanced around, as if to double-check that the rest of the group had gone, and happily agreed to follow Dwayne and taste the samples. Dwayne was thrilled to hear it.
The two of them went into his office, the only room private enough for such an endeavour. Trevor didn’t blink at that, and Dwayne was glad. He pulled two glasses from the cabinet and poured the drinks, just a tiny amount so they could both appreciate the taste and give it a proper try. Trevor looked at the colour of the rum like a professional, and Dwayne was delighted to see it. The man sitting in front of him was earning more and more of his respect and affection, and Dwayne couldn’t have stopped that even if he’d tried — and he certainly wasn’t trying. He looked at Trevor with real warmth as they talked and tasted. Trevor was more than happy to hear about Dwayne’s family, the history of the place, and the way he ran the production. Dwayne didn’t even realise how much he was talking until, at some point, there was only the sound of his own voice in the air and Trevor’s eyes on him. He stopped for a moment and asked Trevor if he was talking about himself too much and whether he’d like to change the subject, but Trevor only shook his head. He seemed entirely delighted with their conversation and didn’t want anything to change. Dwayne’s chest warmed as he realised that, and he simply nodded.
Soon he noticed it was getting late and that he’d spent the whole day talking with Trevor and sharing stories with him. That shook Dwayne. He never thought he could be this entertained by a conversation with a complete stranger. Or that he’d become so wildly attracted to the stranger in front of him. He felt the blood rushing through his body as he noticed the way Trevor was looking at him, and swallowed hard. There was a mutual attraction between them, he knew it, he could feel it. The only thing he hadn’t done yet was act on it, and Dwayne knew that had to be fixed.
He leaned over the table and pulled Trevor in by the front of his shirt into a kiss. He froze for a moment, not sure if it would lead to anything bigger, but soon it did. Trevor kissed him back with a desire and heat that was obvious in his every move. The taste of rum on both their tongues was a nice, sweet addition to everything they were doing. Dwayne smiled into the kiss before he released Trevor and walked around the table to get closer.
The two men undressed each other in a hurry, as if the thought of not touching each other, not feeling each other, was impossible and even painful. They grabbed at each other with force, showing just how much they both wanted it, and Dwayne smiled into another kiss they shared, until he wrapped his hand around Trevor’s cock. They were both hard, and they both wanted this more than anything, so there was nothing that could have stopped them at that point.
Dwayne started to stroke Trevor’s cock slowly, giving him just enough to keep him riled up but not enough to push him over the edge. Trevor did exactly the same, matching Dwayne’s rhythm. They looked at each other with smiles on their faces, both knowing what game they were playing and both enjoying it. Dwayne knew he wouldn’t be able to hold back for long. He’d spent hours of that day wanting the man in front of him, and he knew it was impossible for him to hold off much longer, yet he tried his best to do so. He wanted this to be good for Trevor, and he meant to do everything to make it so.
The two men stroked each other, building the rhythm and then pulling back again for a long, agonising stretch that seemed to put both of them on edge. The air filled with the sounds of heavy breathing and groaning. They were both desperate for each other, needy for release, and Dwayne intended to give it to Trevor as soon as possible.
Their movements became faster, more erratic as they chased the pleasure that was about to hit them both. It happened almost simultaneously, both of them groaning loudly as their cum covered their stomachs and thighs. It felt better than anything Dwayne had experienced in a long time. He wanted to give the man standing in front of him everything he possibly could, but that seemed impossible for a lot of reasons. One of them being that Trevor moved first.
He dropped to his knees in front of Dwayne and pushed him against the table, making him lean back on the edge of it, and licked off their shared release. Dwayne watched him clean up with new fire waking inside him, until he felt soft touches against his cock and then Trevor’s mouth taking him in, slowly sucking his length, cleaning him and working him up at the same time.
Dwayne put his hand into the blond curls and pulled as he felt the hot pressure around his cock. He’d waited all day to feel it, and he knew he was going to love every moment. He groaned and threw his head back as the pleasure came back stronger. To his surprise, his second release happened quickly, taking all the thoughts out of his head and leaving it pleasantly empty.
The two of them spent the night at the distillery, sampling more and enjoying each other to the fullest, the way two people who completely understood each other could.
