Juan and his Patron
By: Jon Stewart
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Chapter 8
 

The next day and all through the week everyone in Portamao was smiling. At every conversation it was always said, “how about our boys – what a thing they did to beat Lisbon….. Yes, it was truly amazing…. We are so honored”

Francisco was so happy he even let Theresa get some ice cream. The shopkeeper asked, “Are you not the sister of Juan De Silva.”

She answered, “yes I am.”

“Well your brother and the entire team has brought much honor to our little village. I cannot take money from his little sister. Anything you want in the shop is yours!!”

‘Ohh my, oh my thank you.” Theresa thought for a moment “This so nice of you, I will accept but I will only get what I came for a dish of the chocolate maybe with sprinkles. It would not be gracious to take advantage for such a generous offer. Thank you.”

“Ahh your family has taught you well little Theresa, chocolate with sprinkles it will be.”

Theresa ran to Francisco who was waiting outside. “Papa, papa he did not take the money because of Juan and the winning of the game.”

“It seems the whole town is very happy about the winning of the game. Perhaps, at diner you should tell Juan of it for it is his doing along with Patron and Tomas and the team.”

So it was all over little Portamao, the happiness for the team translated into giving and sharing. It was as the Patron had said winning the National Championship would bring a new life and energy.

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The magistrate became aware of the Patron’s plan to have a party for the team. He went to his house. “Patron, this party you plan. May the town be of assistance? With your help the team has brought great honor to our village. It is only right that we should share in the celebration. What can I do to help?”

Magistrate that is so generous of you. Yes I think it should be a large, large party. It should be open to anyone from Portamao for in reality the victory is theirs. Also little Juan asked if we could invite the Lisbon team. I was thinking it would be an excellent display of good sportsmanship and would make our victory all the more meaningful. It is not typically done so it would separate us in the most positive light. What do you think?”

“Yes, yes that Juan I fear someday he will have my job. His heart is so pure.”

“I think we would need tables and chairs for 1200 people and food and wine and music for dancing.”

“I shall talk to the town council, I cannot commit funds without their approval but I am sure they will agree. I think a little parade with the school band and team leading the way to your villa would be a good way to gather the town.”

“Excellent magistrate, do you have a portable loud speaker system that we could use.”

“Yes of course as well as tables and chairs from the high school.”

So the planning for the great party was put into motion. In order to have more room Patron asked Francisco to plank over the pool. The hardware and lumber supply upon the magistrate’s urging was very willing to provide the material on a loan arrangement. For once used, the material would serve no other purpose so could be returned after the couple days of use. Party lights were strung all around Patron’s property. There was much preparation to be done. Francisco with Eduardo, Jose and Carlos were going crazy trying to keep up. Juan and Tomas joined the crew. Miguel upon hearing the need for help gathered the team to include Coach Garcia. Now Francisco had a formidable work crew and all was done in time. Food was to be handled by Rosa and the restaurant where she worked, wine was supplied by a local winery that supplied the famous Portugal port as well as the sangria to be made with much fruit from the market. Patron knew to add a bit of water with the ice to make it more like grape juice than wine. The villa was decked out in balloons and posters from the middle and grammar school. The day of the party was to be one of the biggest days in Portamao’s long history.

The invitation was extended to coach Rodriguez and his team as well as parents and family to include girl or boy friends. He was a little surprised to say the least. In all his years in coaching these celebratory diners were only for the winning team. He was also honored that Portamao would think of his team. He asked the team and they all wanted to go.

After almost two weeks of work and exactly two weekS from the game; the party was to be held. The wonderful Portugal weather cooperated with A nice sunny warm day, the high temperature was 75 F. The Lisbon bus was stopped two kilometers from the Patron’s villa; which was where the parade was formed up. The magistrate was in the lead along with Tomas and Hector in front with a banner that read “COME TO THE CELEBRATION DINER FOR THE NATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP.”

 Then the band followed by the fire department for safety, then the Portamao Team and the Lisbon team. As the parade passed on lookers they fell in step behind the group and just about 1200 people came marching up to Patron’s gate.

The Patron welcomed them all into his villa. After a bit of milling around and most folks getting a glass of wine or something else, the Patron went to the little podium that was set up, took his glass and clanged on it with a fork.

 “Welcome my friends welcome, we are here to celebrate not the winning or losing but to the competition and the good sportsmanship displayed by two excellent teams. In a game decided by one point in the final seconds it is fitting that there should not be a winner or a loser. As we congratulate our Portamao boys who just barely beat the clock let us also congratulate the Lisbon boys on whom time just ran out. Raise your glasses please… to Portamao & Lisbon to the wonderful competition, heart and courage you displayed in our National Championship game.”

 With that a great cheer went up from the assembly.

Coach Rodriguez got up and went to the podium. “Folks the National Tournament committee has asked me to award their most valuable player for the tournament. This is awarded every year to the player who displays the most leadership, competitiveness and will to win and who inspires his team to perform to their highest potential. It gives me great pleasure to award this trophy to the one who made the winning basket, who everyone calls the runt… Juan De Silva. Come up here Juan and accept your trophy.”

The assembly stated chanting “JUAN, JUAN, JUAN

Juan stood up and yelled to be heard over the crowd, “Most respectfully Coach Rodriguez, I cannot accept.”

“Come up here so you can be heard Juan.”

Juan went to the podium. “This is a great honor but I’m sorry, I cannot not accept.”

Coach stepped in, “But why Juan?”

“This is because I made the last shot but in a game decided by one point was not every basket valuable, was not every rebound valuable, every defense, every pass, every play. If I accept this it means that all the points and rebounds that Tomas got were not valuable, or Hector or Miguel or anyone. It means that the players who worked so hard in practice were not that valuable.” As Juan spoke a thought came to his mind. “Was not the whole team and the coach and the Patron and all the parents also valuable?  I do not think there is a most valuable player. Tomas, Miguel, Hector, Pablo all you guys come up here. You too coach and Patron. THE WHOLE TEAM IS MOST VALUABLE!!!

Coach Rodriguez, I ask you to take the trophy back to the committee and ask them to change the inscription to the most valuable team. Then I think we can accept it.”

Again the assembly broke out into a cheer of JUAN, JUAN, JUAN, JUAN, JUAN, JUAN, JUAN, JUAN, JUAN!!!

From the podium Juan on the speaker changed the chant to MOST VALUABLE TEAM, MOST VALUABLE TEAM, MOST VALUABLE TEAM!!!

Juan went and hugged out of his team mates and the coach and Patron as he was doing the chant from the assembly change again to

JUAN, JUAN, JUAN, JUAN, JUAN, JUAN, JUAN, JUAN, JUAN!!!

The smiling magistrate leaned over to whisper to the Patron. “I fear this is but an omen oF things to come. They shall be chanting his name in years to come. Will this not be so Patron?”

“Yes, magistrate never have I seen such leadership, compassion and integrity in one so young. You should be thankful; there will be several years before he is old enough for him to challenge you.”

“Si Patron however when that time comes I shall say my bones are too weary to go on and retire without defeat. I shall not be the fool.”

The Patron laughed …”Well said magistrate”

Dinner was served in a buffet style. It was quite an accomplishment to feed such an assembly. Rosa and her servers Theresa, Maria, Eduardo, Francisco, Jose and Carlos brought out the platters of beef and chicken and fish and vegetables.

The magistrate saw and was so upset. “NO ,NO you are to be honored let me serve, fire chief some assistance here.”

The fire chief and 5 of the firemen jumped up and took their places. The magistrate cut the line saying, “Should we not honor the families of Juan and Tomas as well. They have prepared a great meal, let them be free of the serving.”  

“Of course magistrate they should eat before all others.”

The Patron looked and immediately saw the goodness in the magistrate. This was not a photo op thing as in the states but a genuine desire to help and honor those that worked so hard to make this night a reality.

The wine flowed through diner as it came to an end the band went down by the basketball court and set up. For a high school band they were most accomplished. They played many modern songs as well as a nice mix of oldies. All the young people and many of the adults went to dance on the basketball court. Juan and Tomas were the most unusual dance couple; Tomas being head and shoulders taller than Juan. But there was one number where they excelled. Tomas flipped Juan up into the air and he did two somersaults before landing on his feet. That brought an ovation from the crowd. Taking a breather, Miguel, Diego, Juan and Tomas were resting together.

Miguel asked Juan, “Where did you learn to do that an acrobatic somersault?”

“To be truthful, I never did it before in my life. We have flipped each other a thousand times in the pool but that was it. When I found myself thrown so high in the air by my giant I thought why not. Then as I was flipping I thought the concrete is very hard I better do this right. So, I tried very hard to not land on my head.”

They laughed and carried on as teenage boys do. Juan noticed Diego eyeing Miguel and remember the hug they shared after the game. It was just a man hug but Juan felt something more. He turned to Diego, “So why don’t you ask Miguel to dance?”

“What are you talking about?”

“I am not blind we are all gay here obviously Tomas and I have great love for each other. Poor Miguel has not found someone to love as we do. I have a feeling you are too much in the closet but Miguel shall be brave with you. Here in Portamao we accept all people.”

“Juan you are kind of crazy psychic; you knew in basketball where I was going before I did; now you know my deepest darkest secret. How do you do it?”

“I shall not tell your tells”

“Ok, ok… Miguel I would like to dance with you very much. Would you please, I have to get away from the mind reader?”

Taking Diego’s hand, “It is kind of weird isn’t it?”

As they danced Miguel’s papa and mama were also dancing.

His papa ruffled Miguel’s hair. “Having a good time, son?

“Si papa very good.”

“Ahh Diego is a very good looking boy and so athletic how did you get so lucky?”

Both boys blushed.

“Go on have fun I will stop my teasing.”

Diego asked, “So your papa and mama know of your being gay?”

“I guess they do now.”

“Wow!!”

“Maybe my mama and papa will see us and I can avoid the talk as well.”

“We could go find them and I could hold your hand. You introduce me as your new friend.”

“You would do that with me?”

“Sure you just helped me be out with my papa and mama.”

Diego was all smiles and almost went to kiss Miguel.

“We can go over behind the storage shed. I don’t think anyone will see us there. I can even get Juan and Tomas to be lookouts if you want. I really want to do more than dance. I don’t know the next time I will see you and I really, really want to kiss you. Please Diego.”

“Shall we run to Juan and Tomas?”

Miguel nodded and off they went to find their friends. “Juan, Tomas we would like some private time to calm our excitement. Will stand as look outs as we go behind the shed?”

Tomas replied, “My that was fast not even a complete dance.” With a sly smile, “What do think Juan what if they do nasty things to each other. Will we be complicit?”

“My giant do not tease them. They are with obvious excitement pain. However, it will not be too private behind the shed. You’ll have to share with Carlos and Theresa. Perhaps they being young shall not take that long to do what they do.”

The expectant smiles turned to obvious depression. Tomas asked Juan, “Shall we help them?”

“Yes, Tomas they have little time to see each other. Diego no doubt shall have to leave with the hour. What do you have in mind?”

“What if we allowed them the use of our excitement room? I do not think we should interrupt the Patron to ask. It might create an uncomfortable situation for him.”

“Excellent Tomas you are a savior to young love.”

Tomas and Juan took Miguel and Diego into the house. The Patron noticed but Juan made the OK sign and he just shrugged, having full trust in Juan and Tomas.

 “Now leave everything exactly as you see it. Lock the door unless you are untimely interrupted.” Juan said.

Miguel kissed Juan and Tomas as they left. He whispered Obrigado my friends, obrigado. This is so much better, Obrigado.”

With the door locked Diego kissed Juan deep sucking on his lips and then plunging his tongue deep into Miguel’s mouth. Miguel tore at the shirt of Diego and Diego did the same. They kissed again Miguel now being more aggressive. The bare skin of the chests, each other’s hands roaming, exploring their smooth hairless bodies heightened their arousal. Miguel went to Diego’s belt, unfastened it and the button and the fly. It exposed a most excited member staining to get out of the confines of the clothing. Diego wanting to be naked with Miguel pushed the pants and underwear down exposing himself to Miguel. He kissed Miguel again this time he became the aggressor and torn at Miguel’s pants, whispering be naked with me my Miguel. Their hands roaming everywhere feeling the rigidity of their excitement; Miguel dropped to his knees licking, kissing Diego’s boy nipples and abs as he went for his prize. He kissed it and licked the hangers underneath. Diego gently pushed him on his back and grabbed hold of his member as if never to let go. He also licked and kissed the excitement of Miguel. The quickly positioned themselves into the 69 and serviced each other’s members as if to love it. Always kissing and licking and sucking wanting to draw the love cream from each other. Miguel tickled Diego’s hole and it brought forth an uncontrollable spasm from his lover. Miguel wanted the cream so bad, he tickled again and again Diego was at the edge, Miguel sucked and twirled his tongue one more time around the rigid member the head grew even bigger the hardness increased. He knew Diego’s cream would be his. Diego could not hold any longer, he emptied blast after blast into Miguel’s eager mouth and in so doing pushed Miguel over the edge. His member twitched uncontrollably spewing his love seed into Diego and down his throat. Miguel with Diego’s cream dripping from his chin repositioned himself and hugged his lover. They shared the taste of each other’s baby makers and lay their naked in heavenly bliss.

There was a light knock on the door. Juan whispered, “It is time, can I open.”

Miguel hated leaving Diego but did what he had to and let Juan in. “I am sorry, hurry now Diego, they are gathering the Lisbon players for your return.”

They quickly dressed.  They had their excitement on the floor so there was little to rearrange. Juan did an inspection of each making sure shirts were on right side out; as well as rubbing the drying love cream off their chins and cheeks. One more kiss to Miguel and one to Juan on the cheek. OBRIGADO MY FRIENDS. He rushed out to the bus.

To be continued...

Posted: 05/28/2021