You heard the rumors but you had to know if it was true. That one cute staffer was out by the pool, the heat of the tiki torches and Hawaiian night beaming down on him. You could make out his pecs through his sweaty white shirt. He didn't seem too bothered, probably used to the heat if anything. You were there for a fortnight vacation with your family, your first trip to Hawaii. It was full of new and exciting possibilities and you were determined to make him one of them. You had doubts about your sexuality for years, but you were now certain you were a 'boy who liked boys'. And you really liked this boy. You noticed how he flirted with other men at the pool or around the hotel. He could just be secure in his masculinity or just working for extra tips, nothing too out there. He was a bit older than you and didn't look the quintessential white gay, which you definitely embodied, but there was something about him that made you wonder. Then you heard him raving about Judy Garland's performance in Easter Parade* to another staffer. Yeah, this kid's gay! Judy is your people's God for a reason. Shocked he even knew the movie, to be honest. But then again, he didn't seem gay just from the looks alone.* He was just there tending the bar as you noticed your folks were too busy chatting with friends to notice. You walked up to him and he caught your attention. He smiled, his blue eyes a silent way of saying "I don't bite". "What can I get you, sir?" he replied, leaning over the bar. You could make out his biceps through his sleeves and the faintest tattoo down the side of his abs. You weren't one for ink, but he was cute enough to let it slide.