Loving Luiz
By: Morris Henderson
(Copyright 2007 by the author)
 

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PART 4

Chapter 10

We sat in the living room where I said, "The lawyer did some research to find out what could be done that would allow you to live with me and not be afraid of being sent back to Mexico. I must say, he's very thorough in his work."

"That's good." Luiz said.

"Yes, that's good. But in his research, he found out that I'm gay. That will not affect his doing all he can for us but it may become a problem later with other people. It seems there are three options. I can be approved as a foster parent, I can be appointed legal guardian, or I can adopt you as my son. All of those options will solve our problem because we can stay together legally. However, if our lawyer found out about my being gay so easily, others may also find out."

"But nobody will know that we have sex. I won't say anything." Luiz said.

"I'm confident that you won't," I replied. "You've proven that quite nicely in your talk with Mr. Gonzolez.  The problem is that government officials dislike gay people, especially when they want to be a foster parent or guardian."

"I see," Luiz said thoughtfully. "What can we do?" he asked worriedly.

"First of all," I said. "Nobody is going to separate us. I love you too much to let that happen. Second, we'll just have to wait to see what Mr. Gonzolez can do. And finally, there are some things we can do right now to minimize the chances of somebody interfering with our lives together."

"But what can we do?" he asked.

"Two things. I'm going to get another apartment -- with two bedrooms so you will have your own bedroom." Luiz scowled. "That doesn't mean you have to sleep there unless you want to but it will look better to the authorities who investigate. Also, we can arrange to have you enrolled in school. That will also make us more acceptable to the authorities. Mr. Gonzolez says it should be no problem for you to attend school even though you aren't a legal citizen."

"But I haven't gone to school since Papa and I came here. I'm afraid they'll say I'm not smart enough to be with boys my age."

"I really think there's little chance of that," I assured him. "You've been very responsible in studying on your own in the library. I think you are even smarter than most boys your age ... except, maybe, in math," I joked. "But you've made a lot of progress in math."

Luiz thought for a while, possibly weighing the difficulties of going to school, but then said, "If it will help us stay together, I'll do it."

"Come here," I said. He walked toward me and I said, "Sit on my lap. I want to give a hug to the boy I love." He grinned and sat in my lap. I hugged him and said, "It's going to be all right. Nobody is going to take you away from me.  You're mine and I'm going to keep you." He looked at me lovingly and planted a passionate kiss on my lips. I enjoyed it for a few moments but then pulled away and said, "Don't do that!" He jerked back and looked at me. His confusion was obvious. "You're getting me horny and we have to have dinner before we have dessert."

He pounded his fist on my chest, laughed, and went into the kitchen. I followed him and helped him prepare dinner. After dinner, I complimented him on the meal and asked, "What's for dessert?"

"Me!" he giggled as he started to clear the table.

"And just what do you think you're doing?" I exclaimed dramatically. "We haven't had dessert yet. Bring me my dessert," I commanded. He giggled, walked to the side of my chair, bent down, and kissed me passionately.  "That's nice," I said. I grabbed his crotch and said, "But I would rather have this." I stood and led him by the hand into the bedroom.

The next day, I called the school. I explained that my nephew was staying with me for an extended time and that I would like to enroll him in school for the two remaining months of the school year. They wanted to know his age and his previous schooling. I told them that he would soon turn 16 and had been home-schooled. The principal then voiced what would be the first of a series of objections. "We don't accept 'transient' students." he said coldly.

"He's not transient," I insisted. "He's staying with me for at least two years, until he is of age. I work during the day and cannot give him the instruction he needs."

"There's only a few weeks left in the school year," the principal said. "It would be disruptive to accept a new student at this time. Why don't you call back next September."

I let my irritation get the better of me. "Disruptive? For whom? For you!  I thought you were interested in the education of children more than the disruption of having to do the paperwork necessary to admit a new student.  Next September is not good enough. The boy just lost his father. He's an orphan and still grieving over being left alone in the world. He needs a home and I'm giving it to him. He needs the security of a school routine to bring some sense of stability."

"There's no need to shout at me, sir," the principal said assertively.

"I apologize," I said, finally recognizing that a more reasoned approach was more likely to succeed than antagonizing him. "My concern is for the welfare of the boy and seeing that his education is not jeopardized because his father died."

The principal continued to resist all my efforts to persuade him to enroll Luiz. I tried to restrain my growing impatience and anger but lost it when he said, "I'm a busy man, sir. I don't have time to argue with you."

"What?" I yelled. "You don't have time to talk to a citizen? You don't have time to help a child? I thought that was your job! Must I call the school board?"

"Call whomever you like," he said and hung up the phone.

I was furious. My failure to get Luiz into school was disappointing but the principal's arrogance was intolerable. Whatever happened to the notion of public service? I was looking up the number of the school board when another idea occurred to me. A private school. Tuition would strain my budget but it was worth it to help Luiz ... to help us both. I had no clue about private schools but another thought occurred to me. I phoned Father Garcia and asked if the diocese had a parochial school. He said that they did and I asked if he might assist me in enrolling Luiz. "Of course, he said. He gave me the address of the school and offered to meet me there at 9:00 the following day.

"I want to discuss this with Luiz, Father, but I'm sure he will be happy to attend your school. If you don't hear from me tonight, we will both meet you at the school tomorrow."

That night, I related my conversations to Luiz. He was very hesitant about attending parochial school. "They think I'm a sinner, that I'm abnormal," he objected.

"The church may think that," I countered. "But nobody at school knows that you're gay. They'll treat you just like any other student. Even if they knew and said mean things, which won't happen, it's something that you and every other gay man has to learn to live with. It's not right but it's something that you and me and thousands of others must face. One way of avoiding any problems is to make sure that nobody at school knows what you are."

"It's not fair. I'm gay. I'm not ashamed of being gay. Why do I have to ... how do you say it? ... hide in the closet?"

"No, Luiz, it isn't fair. But for us to stay together, it's necessary. When we're sure that nobody will take you away from me, you can decide whether to stay in the closet or come out."

Luiz thought about the situation and agreed to attend parochial school, to conceal the fact that he was gay, and, of course, never to reveal our relationship.

The staff at the parochial school could not have been more welcoming nor more cooperative. I was impressed and I think Luiz was both relieved and optimistic. We left with a list of school supplies to buy, a few textbooks, a roster of the students who would be in his class, and a suggestion that, in lieu of tuition for just a few weeks, a 'small donation' would be appreciated.

Luckily, my lease expired within a month and I was able to negotiate with the apartment manager to move into a recently vacated two-bedroom apartment.  The rent was higher, of course, but not significantly and I would have paid far more to give Luiz his own room and thereby enhance my chances of gaining custody. Luiz talked to a few of his father's day-laborer friends who kindly helped us move all of my furniture into the new apartment. I tried to pay them but they refused to accept any money. They said they were happy to do it for Enrique and Luiz. I did persuade them, however, to be my guests at a local restaurant for dinner. During dinner, I overheard one say to Luiz, "Su padre nuevo es simpatico." (Your new father is nice.)

Luiz scowled and replied with an indignant tone,, "No es mi padre. Papa es muerto. Jake es mi tio." (Papa is dead. Jake is my uncle.)

"Lo siento," the man said. "Pero, es muy simpatico, no?" (Sorry, but he is very nice, no?)

They spoke for a few minutes more in Spanish but my limited Spanish couldn't make out what they said. Later, Luiz told me that he had related the essentials of how I had helped him find his father and given him a place to stay.

"What did he think of our having sex?" I joked.

Luiz looked at me in disbelief but then smiled and shot back, "He said I'm very lucky. He said he would like to have sex with you. But I told him that you're mine and he should keep his hands off you."

We both laughed but I was extremely pleased that Luiz was comfortable enough to tease me as I had often teased him. It seemed to be a significant step toward a closer and more meaningful relationship.

Furnishing Luiz's room was the next challenge. Luiz and I shopped at a few furniture stores but Luiz strongly objected to paying the prices they wanted for a bed, chest of drawers, desk, and nightstand. Instead, he directed me to a Salvation Army store where we found used furniture at a fraction of the cost. I rented a truck to carry the furniture home and Luiz persuaded me to hire two of the day laborers to help. Again, they declined payment but succumbed to my insistence on paying them for their work.

We shopped at a Wal-Mart for bed linens, posters, and other incidentals that would personalize his room. Before checking out, I guided him to the electronics department where, overcoming Luiz's resistance, we selected a clock radio with built-in CD player. My final triumph was convincing him that he needed a computer for his room. He hadn't even used the computer at the library but I assured him that I would help him learn how to use it.

When we put the finishing touches on his room, he looked around and said, "It's very nice, Jake. Thank you for everything. It's too bad I won't use it."

"And where will you do your school homework? Where will you keep your clothes and things? Where will you sleep?"

"Hadn't thought of that," he said. "I guess you will have to sleep alone and go back to masturbating."

"I forgot how," I said. "Maybe you'll have to help me remember."

"Now?" he asked with that wicked grin that I had grown so fond of. He grabbed my hand and pulled me into my bedroom where we spent the next hour celebrating our love for each other. We were cuddling blissfully together when Fredrico Gonzolez  called to say that he had some additional information and would we meet with him. Of course, I wanted to know what the information was but he insisted that Luiz and I meet him in his office. I agreed and he transferred me to his secretary to make an appointment.

Chapter 11

The next day was momentous. It was Luiz's first day at school and we met with the lawyer in the afternoon. I picked up Luiz at school and, on the drive to the lawyer's office, Luiz began to excitedly tell me about his teacher, the other boys in the class (unsurprisingly, he said little about the girls), and how everyone had made him feel welcome. I was elated. The tragically disheveled and despondent little boy who sought my help to find his father had become an exuberant teenaged young man. I let him babble on about his experience in school until we pulled into the parking lot at the lawyer's office. "Here we are," I said.

Luiz looked around, having for the first time since I picked him up paid any attention to anything in his surrounding but me. "Everything is going to be all right now, isn't it." he said.

"Just like I promised you," I replied while still wondering and worrying about what the lawyer would say.

Fredrico Gonzolez  was pleased that I had already moved to a new apartment and enrolled Luiz in school. "That will be a considerable help," he said. "But there are still a few problems to resolve."

I knew what was coming would not be the good news that I hoped for and that Luiz was confident about. I glanced at Luiz and saw that his exuberance had faded. In fact, he looked quite solemn. I reached over, held his hand, and said to him, "Everything will work out. Don't worry." He gave me a half-hearted smile that had more doubt than trust in it.

Thankfully, Gonzolez said, "I'm sure it will. There are a few details to work out." Turning to me, he continued, "I have a contact in Tijuana, a lawyer with whom I've dealt from time to time. I've told him the particulars of your case." He paused before saying, "All the particulars if you know what I mean." He paused again to read my expression.

"Was that necessary?" I inquired.

"I believe that it was. And safe. I know my contact quite well. He's... Well...let's say you and he have...ah...common interests."

Luiz surprised us both by saying, "I know what you're talking about. There's no need to talk in code. I know my uncle is gay. I know that you know that.  And now I know that your friend in Tijuana is gay. So what? Gay or not, it doesn't matter to me."

Gonzolez  was clearly taken aback by Luiz's comments but said, "You are even more perceptive than I thought, young man. And I admire the fact that you and your uncle are comfortable talking about these things. I'm also sure that you recognize the difficulties this could present."

"Of course," Luiz replied. "Uncle Jake and I have talked about it."

"That's good," Gonzolez replied. "Very good." Turning to me, he continued, "My contact thinks it will be possible for you to adopt Luiz in the Mexican court system."

Both Luiz and I simultaneously exclaimed, "Wonderful!"

"There's more," Gonzolez continued. "My contact will require a professional fee for his assistance and there will be ... ah ... gratuities to expedite the proceedings."

"What's a gra--two--it--tee?" Luiz asked.

"A bribe," I answered.

"Please," Gonzolez corrected. "Consider them as fees paid for ... ah ... special handling of the paperwork.  You understand, of course, that I can have no part of any arrangements you or your Mexican attorney may make."

"And what will the 'fees' be?" I asked.

"I'm not sure," he replied. "But possibly several hundred dollars. Cash. In U.S. currency."

"Done," I immediately said. "When can we get started?"

"I'll notify my contact that you want to proceed. My secretary will give you his name, address, and phone number. I will call him and tell him to expect your call."

"School lets out in a few weeks," I said. "I've always wanted to vacation in Mexico." Looking over at Luiz, I added, "Especially since I have the services of a personal guide."

Luiz's smile seemed to illuminate the office but he abruptly got serious and said with an artificially thick accent, "Hey. Gringo. I show you around? Only two dollars American. You want girl? Two dollars more. Boys are five."

All three of us were laughing as Luiz and I left the office. Mrs. Tilson, the secretary, seemed thoroughly confused by our merriment as she wrote out the information for Lopez's Mexican contact.

Walking to the car, Luiz said, "This is the second best day of my life. I'm going to a real school and Mr. Gonzolez has solved our problem."

"Second best?" I asked.

"The best day was when I met you," he said. "I didn't know it then. I was really sad and worried that day but you helped me and things have been getting better all the time."

"I think we should celebrate," I said. "Have you ever been to Disneyland?"

"No."

"Neither have I and I've always wanted to go. We'll go there this weekend.  We'll drive up Friday evening and spend all day at Disneyland. You might be too old for some of it but we can both be kids again for a day." We were only half way across the parking lot but Luiz grabbed me and gave me a big hug. I enjoyed it for just a moment before saying quite firmly, "Stop that, young man! Shame on you! Hugging out in public. People might think we're gay."

Luiz grinned and asked, "Then I can't kiss you?"

"Yes, you can, and much more," I said. "But not until we get home." He flashed me his wicked grin and we proceeded to my car. Half way home, he asked if I would go a little faster. "What's the hurry?" I asked. "Do you have to pee or something?"

"I want to show you something," he replied.

"What is it?"

"A surprise. You'll have to wait." he said with a slight giggle.

I had barely stopped the car in the parking lot of the apartment complex when Luiz bounded out the door and ran into the building. I walked up the stairs in the building and down the hall to my apartment without seeing Luiz. I unlocked the door and went into the apartment but still didn't see Luiz. I went down the hall and was surprised to find Luiz's bedroom door closed. I called to him and he called back, "Just one more minute, Jake." I couldn't imagine what the boy was up to but I didn't have to wait long to find out because he called out to me, "Close your eyes and open the door. Don't open your eyes until I say you can."  I was both amused and puzzled at his request but followed his instructions.  As I stood in the hallway with the door open, I heard him say, "I saved some of my lunch from school today. I thought you might like to eat it. You can open your eyes now."

What I saw took my breath away. Luiz was standing, completely naked, with his feet slightly apart and his hands on his hips. He had his wicked 'let's-have- sex' grin. He cock was fully erect and poking through the center of a donut.  I laughed but immediately got down in front of him on my knees and began to take careful bites out of the donut as he giggled. I had taken only a few bites when it fell off. "Thank you," I said. "But I want something a little more nourishing." I grabbed him and pushed him onto his bed on his back. "I see you brought me a sausage and a couple of meat balls. I think I'll eat them."  I playfully pressed my teeth against his stiff rod as though I were going to take a bite.

He screamed in delight, "No! Don't eat it! You can eat the donut, not me!"

His laughing gave way to silence as I began to suck and stroke his cock.  His silence was broken by moans as he approached the inevitable orgasm. The moans were replaced by a a muffled scream as he filled my mouth with his seed.

I massaged his chest and stomach while his breathing returned to normal and then said, "I liked your surprise. The donut was good but you are much, much better."

He pulled my head down toward his, gave me a long, wet kiss, and then said, "You're the most wonderful thing that ever happened to me. I love you so much.  I'm so happy when I'm with you.  Especially when you play with my cock.  Can I play with yours now?"

I returned his kiss and then said, "Luiz, remember a few days ago I was helping you with your math and you wanted to play?"

He thought a moment and said, "Yes.  I was horny."

"You're always horny!  Remember what I said to you then?"

He thought even longer and replied, "You said I had to do the math before we could play."

"Right.  Work before play.  Do you have work to do?"

"No," he said.  "The teacher didn't give us any homework."

"Any other jobs you have to do?"

He gave me a puzzled look and said, "No."

"Are you hungry?"

"Dinner!" he exclaimed.  "I forgot about that.  I was just so happy at what Mr. Gonzolez told us and then giving you the surprise.  I'm sorry."

"Well," I said, trying to put a pout on my face.  "You wouldn't let me eat your sausage and meatballs.  I guess we'll have to find something in the kitchen."  He laughed -- oh, how I enjoyed hearing him laugh.  "You get dressed," I said.  "I'll fix dinner for us tonight."  I gave him another quick kiss and, squeezing his flaccid cock, I said, "If you want to play after dinner, we can."

The following Friday was Luiz's sixteenth birthday.  He had said nothing about it but I had seen the date on his birth certificate.  I had not mentioned it to him but planned to make it a very special occasion.  On Thursday, I told him not to start dinner the next day and that I thought we could go out to eat for a change.  I made reservations at an Italian restaurant overlooking Mission Bay.  On my lunch hour, I did some shopping.

When I got home from work on Friday, Luiz had changed, as usual, into shorts and a tee shirt.  When I asked him to put on long trousers and his Oxford shirt, he wanted to know why.  "Because you look good in them," I said, hoping he wouldn't press me for a better answer.  Fortunately, he didn't nor did he give any signs that he expected a birthday surprise.  He just gave me a puzzled look and went to his bedroom to change.  Ten minutes later, we were driving to the restaurant.  He asked where we were going and I replied, "A friend at work recommended a place and I thought we would try it out."  The rest of our conversation during the drive centered on what he had done in school that day.

The restaurant was relatively small and unpretentious but I knew the food and service was excellent.  We were seated us on the terrace where we had a spectacular view of the bay.  I sensed that Luiz was growing nervous in what must have been an unfamiliar environment for him so I assured him that it was not much different than eating at the diner near our apartment.  That seemed to relax him a bit and his anxiety did not return until he saw the menu.  "Jake," he whispered to me.  "Look at these prices.  Do you know how many groceries you can get for the price of a meal here?"

"But this is a special occasion," I countered.  "It's not every day that you turn 16."

He stared at me and his eyes began to tear up.  "Oh Jake.  I don't know what to say.  Nobody has remembered my birthday since Mama died.  Not even Papa."

"Your Papa was a wonderful father," I said.  "He loved you in so many ways.  He probably just didn't attach any significance to birthdays."

"Maybe so," Luiz said thoughtfully.  "But maybe he was embarrassed because he couldn't afford to buy me a present.  But that's okay.  He gave us a place to live.  We were never hungry.  And when he wasn't working, he spent time with me."  Luiz paused and said, "I think he's happy that I'm with you now."

"I'm certain that he's happy that you're happy," I said.

Luiz first wanted to order the least expensive item on the menu but I persuaded him to get the lasagna, which I knew to be a house specialty and would be enough to satisfy his teenage appetite.  I ordered the same but couldn't finish it all.  Luiz, unsurprisingly, agreed to finish it for me along with the remaining bread sticks in the third basket the waiter had brought.  When the waiter cleared away the dinner plates, I asked him to bring the dessert that had been prepared for Luiz Loberto.  That completely confused Luiz but I deflected his curiosity by saying, "Don't worry.  It's not a donut on a sausage."  It was one of those very rare occasions when I saw Luiz blush.

Dessert was a miniature apple-cinnamon pizza with a candle burning in the center.  Luiz's eyes widened, his mouth went agape, and he was speechless when he saw it carried by our waiter with two other waiters following behind.  As they sang Happy Birthday to him, I was afraid he would burst into tears -- either from joy or embarrassment, I couldn't tell.

After the waiters left, Luiz was still speechless and clearly overwhelmed by the experience.  "It's customary," I said, "to make a wish and blow out the candle.  If you blow it out, your wish will come true."

"My wish has already come true, Jake.  It's you."

I reached across the table and held his hand.  He looked at his hand in mine and then up at me.  "Shame on you," he said.  "People will think we're gay."

"Right now," I said, "I don't care.  Let them envy me for having such a beautiful boyfriend.  Now blow out the candle," I urged, "before it drips onto the pizza."

As he blew it out, I reached into my pocket, withdrew a small jewelry box, and passed it across the table.  "Happy Birthday, Luiz."

He looked at the box, looked at me lovingly, and wiped his eyes with his napkin.  He reached for the box and slowly opened it to see a gold chain with a half-heart suspended on it.  He wiped his eyes again and said, "It's beautiful.  Thank you."

"Do you know why there's only half of a heart?" I asked.

"No."

I unbuttoned the top button of my shirt and pulled out my own chain. "Here's the other half.  It means that the two of us are one."  I could tell that Luiz was about to lose it and that he would be embarrassed over being seen crying in public so I said, "Why don't you go outside.  Wait for me in the car.  I'll get a box for the dessert, pay the bill, and be out in a few minutes.  He apparently understood why I suggested what I did because he said, "Thank you," and walked quickly out the door.

The waiter seemed worried that the dessert was not satisfactory but I assured him that it exceeded my expectations.  We just didn't have room for it and could I take it home.  He brought the box and the check.  I left cash on the table for the bill and a generous tip and went to find Luiz. When I didn't see Luiz in or near the car, I grew concerned and called his name.

I heard him reply, "Jake.  I'm over here."  He was sitting on a grassy strip at the edge of the parking lot, hidden by my car.  His arms were wrapped around his legs and his face buried between his knees.  I walked over to him, sat next to him, and put my arm around his shoulder.  "Are you all right?" I asked.

"No," he said as his tears began to flow again.  "I'm 16 ... a grown boy ... almost a man ... I shouldn't cry but I can't help it ... I'm so embarrassed, Jake.  I want you to be proud of me but how can you be when I'm such a sissy?"

"Luiz," I said as I hugged him more tightly.  "Are you sad or happy now?"

"Happy."

"People can cry happy tears, Luiz.  It's nothing to be ashamed of.  It just means you are very, very happy and that you are in touch with your emotions.  That doesn't make you a sissy.  It just means that you are very sensitive as well as intelligent.  That's one of the many reasons why I love you so much.  Did you know that I've cried because you came into my life?"   He looked up at me in disbelief.  "It's true.  You've made me so happy that I've cried.  You haven't seen it but I have."  I was stretching the truth but there was a kernel of truth to what I had just said.  At first, my tears were in sympathy for a boy who had lost his father tragically but more recently, I often felt overcome with joy at having him at my side, in my home, and in my bed.

We hugged each other for several minutes before I said, "Come on, Let's go home.  I've got another birthday present for you but I can only give it to you at home."

He looked at me for a moment, thinking.  "Is it what I think it is?" he asked with his wonderfully wicked grin.

I just returned his grin, helped him to his feet, and we got in the car for the drive home in the growing twilight.

We showered together that night for the first time.  Luiz was always careful about hygiene but I don't think he had ever been cleaner because I spent a prolonged time lathering every square inch of his beautiful body. His erection developed almost immediately and stood at attention throughout. He was obviously enjoying the attention but I enjoyed it as much as he did.  I saved the best part for last, of course, and when my soapy hands began to erotically brush across his balls, I saw his cock twitch.  Moving on to his stiff rod, I was afraid that he would ejaculate and I wanted him to wait until we were in bed.  When he began to rhythmically thrust his hips, I knew that I would have to stop.

"Don't stop," he pleaded.  "I'm about to shoot."

"I'll let you shoot, Luiz, but not right now.  When you do, it will be the best ever.  I promise."  He started to object again but I silenced him by giving him a long, deep kiss, which he accepted and returned with a passion.

He washed me but much more quickly than I had washed him.  I guessed that he was eager to relieve the pressure that had built up in his balls. We rinsed, dried each other, and went into my bedroom.  I laid beside him on the bed and said, "Happy birthday, Luiz.  Are you ready for a special present?"

"If it's what I think it is, yes."

"I want you to relax and enjoy.  It will take a while to give it to you but I think you'll like it."  I massaged his hairless chest, stomach, feet, and legs while periodically kissing him on the lips or wherever my mouth happened to be at the time.  When finally I began to lick his balls and up his persistently hard cock, he moaned.  I brought him close to orgasm again and stopped.

Of course, he said, "Don't stop, please."

I didn't reply but massaged his chest and kissed his neck for a few minutes.  I then returned to his cock, teasing the sensitive head for a while before encircling it with my lips.  Almost immediately, he began to fuck my mouth and was close to orgasm again.  I repeated the ritual, bringing him to the brink twice more until I felt his erotic agony was unbearable.

I slipped my finger into the crack of his ass and toyed with his pucker by rubbing it just hard enough, I hoped, to increase his arousal one notch higher.  My mouth stroked his throbbing cock only a few times before he screamed, seemed to go into convulsions, and filled my mouth with several forceful blasts of hot cum.

By the time he recovered from his orgasm, which took much longer than ever before, his cock had finally deflated and nestled limply into his pubes.  He opened his eyes, looked at me alongside him, and said, "Thank you, Jake.  That was wonderful."

"Do you hate me for teasing you?" I asked.

"I did for a while, when you kept stopping.  But I know now what you were doing.  Now I know you were doing something special for me."

"A special present for a very special boy," I said and gave him a gentle kiss.  He began to return the favor but I stopped him by saying, "Later. It's not my birthday, it's yours.  I'm quite happy knowing that you enjoyed your present."

We fell asleep in each other's arms.

Chapter 12 

Several days later, at just before 9:00 in the evening, Luiz asked,, "Is it all right if I go to bed early?  I've done my homework and I'm sleepy."

"Of course," I replied.  "Are you feeling all right?"

"I'm fine except that I'm sleepy.  I guess staying awake at night so we can make love in bed has caught up with me.  I'm sorry."

"There's no need to be sorry, Luiz.  It's okay.  Just go on to bed."

"Are you sure?" he asked.  "You really don't mind?"

"Not at all," I assured him.

It was the first day since our first sexual encounter that we had not made love.  As much as I enjoyed our love-making, I was almost grateful for a day off.  I guessed that Luiz was now comfortable enough with our relationship that he didn't feel the need to have sex at every opportunity.

Just after 11:00, I joined him in bed.  He was sleeping soundly and I was careful not to awaken him.  I was not completely successful.  He stirred, rolled over, and snuggled into me.  He was still half asleep but his hand crept down to my soft cock and wrapped around it.  My first thought was that my perpetually horny lover was signaling an invitation or a request.  However, with a final sigh, he dropped back into a deep slumber.  It was unlikely that he was even aware of what he had done but it indicated to me that he was assuring himself of our intimate relationship, that he derived both security and satisfaction in it, and that our bond had reached a new level.  I fell asleep marveling at the joy he had brought to my life.

When the alarm went off in the morning, I habitually reached over to wake Luiz with my customary good morning kiss but he was not there. I took my morning piss and he was not in the bathroom either.  I quickly donned my boxers and trousers and walked into the kitchen where I found Luiz.  Breakfast had been laid and he was sitting at the table with a look of concern on his face.

"Are you all right?" I asked.

"I'm okay," he replied.  "I'm just worried."

"What are you worried about?"

"I'm afraid I disappointed you last night...when I went to bed early. It's the first time we haven't loved each other.  I'm sorry, Jake."

I sat down next to him and pulled him onto my lap.  "Listen," I began. "We love each other in a thousand ways...every moment of every day.  We don't have to have sex to express our love.  When sex becomes a duty to perform, it loses its meaning.  Sex just for sex can be momentarily satisfying but it should never be an obligation.  When sex is done as a part of a loving relationship, it is beautiful.  But it's not the only way to show love and doesn't have to happen every night."

The concern on his face was fading as I continued, "You fixed breakfast. Not because it was a duty but because you wanted to help me.  That's love. You do lots of things to please me -- like seeing the lawyer, enrolling in school, and helping me shop -- that's also love.  And just being together, talking, joking, or just quietly being with each other can be a sign of love."

He thought about what I had said.  "Like with Papa.  Of course we never had sex and he didn't say he loved me very often but I knew that he loved me.  I hope he knew that I loved him."

"Exactly," I replied.  "It's always nice to tell somebody you love them but it's even more important to help them, to want to help them, and just to be there."

Luiz grinned, gave me a quick kiss, jumped off my lap, and brought me my breakfast.  "Here," he said proudly, "I want to help you because I love you."

Half way through breakfast of bacon, eggs, and toast, he got another serious look.  I knew something was coming.  "Suppose two people are in love -- not like Papa and me -- more like you and me.  Suppose one is horny and the other one is tired.  One wants to have sex but the other one doesn't.  How can both people be happy?"

"Good question," I replied.  "But that is just an example of differences in people.  One may want pizza and the other wants a hamburger.  One may want to go to the beach and the other wants to go to a movie.  One may want sex and the other doesn't.  Those differences happen all the time between people.  Some people argue about it, each one wants to have his own way.  The arguments can get more frequent and intense. Married couples get divorced if they let their arguments get out of hand. So how do you resolve the situation before it becomes serious?  By doing exactly what you did last night.  You were tired and wanted to go to bed. You explained why and asked if it was all right with me.  You were honest. I understood what you wanted and why you wanted it.  You were also considerate in checking with me about my feelings and possible needs. Going to bed met your needs.  Checking with me was a loving thing to do because it  demonstrated your interest in my feelings.  It was just one of a thousand ways that I know you love me."

I couldn't interpret the thoughtful expression on Luiz's face.  Either he was digesting what I tried to say or he was still confused.  It turned out to be the latter.  "I understand what you're saying but I'm still worried that I disappointed you last night.  I'm afraid you wanted sex and I was selfish by going to bed early."

I adopted a drill sergeant tone and expression.  "Now hear this, young man.  I'm proud of you for stating your need.  I love you for asking my permission.  Let me assure you, if I had wanted sex, I would have grabbed you by the hair, dragged you to the bedroom, ripped off your clothes, and attacked your beautiful body until you begged for mercy."

I scowled at him until he realized I was teasing again and we both burst into laughter.  When his delightful laughter subsided, he said, "That's not fair.  You're bigger than me.  You can drag me to bed but I can't drag you."

"Don't be so sure," I replied.  "You might be surprised how willing I would be to become your sex slave.  Now, let's clear up breakfast.  You have school and I have to go to work."

That night over dinner, Luiz was unusually quiet.  It was not like him to be so quiet and I worried that something was wrong.  "You're not still worried about last night?" I asked.

"No.  You explained it to me this morning."

"Then something else is troubling you?" I asked.

"Well...yes.  I had an argument in school today.  Two boys at lunch were talking about Jared, another boy at school.  They called him a fag.  He's a good boy, smart, always does his work, never gets in trouble with the teachers.  I asked the boys if they knew for sure that Jared was gay.  They just said he acted like a queer so he must be one.  I asked if they  would call Jerome--he's a black boy--a nigger.  I asked if they would call me a spick.  I told them that fag was just as insulting as nigger or spick and they should watch their language.  Then they started arguing with me.  They started to give me all that bull crap about gays being sick and sinful.  I started to tell them that gays were people too and should be respected even if they were different.  They just looked at me like they couldn't believe what I had said.  Then they just got madder and stopped listening. When I said that God loves all his children, they moved to another table. Was I wrong, Jake?"

"No.  You were absolutely right to say what you did.  Unfortunately, you experienced what is too common in society.  I'm sure you know, first hand, about discrimination against Hispanics.  You also know that gays are the target of discrimination.  It isn't right but it's reality.  Unfortunately, what you experienced will happen over and over again."

"So what do I do when it happens?  Should I object and tell people they should be more tolerant or should I just ignore them?"

"Unfortunately, Luiz, there's no simple answer to that.  Every situation will be different.  Sometimes, you can talk reasonably to others but sometimes their bigotry is so strong that reason won't work.  In each instance, you must decide whether arguing for tolerance will solve a problem or create a bigger one."

"A bigger problem?" he asked.

"If you argue with people, even when they're wrong, you might be losing a friend or even creating an enemy.  Those two boys at lunch today. How do you suppose they will treat you in the future?"

"I don't care," he said emphatically.  "They are nothing but bigots."

"Yes, they are.  And the world is full of people just like them.  Some of those people you'll have to get along with even if they're idiots."

Luiz's eyes widened and he said, "It's like Papa told me when we came here.  He said that some Americans would not like us because we're from Mexico.  He said that I would have to sometimes ignore the insults because we needed to be accepted.  He said that learning and working hard would earn us respect."

"Your father was a very wise man, Luiz.  There are times when you want to fight for your rights or the rights of others.  But, unfortunately, there are times when the best thing to do is wait for a better opportunity."

"So, was I right to say what I did to the two boys at lunch?"

"Yes, I think you were.  But their behavior suggests that they are not likely to change their minds and you would not win the battle, you would only antagonize them more.  They may even attack you by calling you a fag-lover or even turning others in school against you.  As you know, a parochial school is full of people who would torment someone who defends homosexuality."

"But they are wrong," he objected.  "We're all what God made us to be. Why do they insult and torment gays?  That's not loving your neighbor."

"I can't answer that.  I've said it before -- it's not right but it's reality.  I know it's tough, Luiz, but the reality is that life is not fair."

Luiz thought for several minutes and then said, "I learned to cope with discrimination against Hispanics.  This is much worse but I guess I can learn to cope with this, too."

"I have no doubt that you can," I said.  "I know it will be difficult because I faced the same difficulties.  But I also know that, together, we can get through it."

After a few moments, Luiz said, "The two boys I told you about...they used a word I didn't understand."

"And what was that?"

"It sounded like fudge-packer.  What does that mean?"

I stifled a chuckle and said, "That's another insulting term for gay men.  It refers to a sex act where a man puts his penis in another man's rectum.  Fudge refers to the turds inside that have to be pushed out of the way to make room for the penis."

"Sounds gross," he said with a scowl.

"Lots of gay men do it and find it's very satisfying."

"Still sounds gross," he said, which made me wonder if he would ever expand our love-making beyond blow jobs on each other.

We finished dinner, cleared the table, and washed the dishes as Luiz told me about his school work and his new friends.  I was delighted that, with the exception of one dispute with two boys over lunch, he was finding the school experience to be both challenging and enjoyable.  As we put the dishes away, I said, "I get the impression that you like going to school."

"Oh yes.  Some of the work is difficult but some of it I already know."

"And you like the other students?"

"Most of them.  There's two or three boys that are very nice."

"Do you mean friendly or sexy?"

Luiz broke out into one of his rare blushes.  "They're sexy.  I don't want to do anything with them but they make me think of what we do together and I get horny.  Yesterday, I got hard at the end of a class and had to hold my books in front of me when I walked out of the classroom."

"That was a mistake," I said.  "If you had let the other students see what you had in your pants, the boys would envy you and the girls would start flirting with you."

"Don't want girls flirting with me," he said flatly.  "Don't want the boys either because I've got you."

His response surprised me.  Previously, he would complain when I teased him or would come back with a joke of his own.  Never had he ignored my teasing and given a serious reply.

As we left the kitchen for the living room, I asked if he had any homework.  "I did most of it after school but I could use some help with math."  An hour and a half later, his math homework was finished and he asked, "Are you horny?"

"No," I replied.  He frowned in disappointment.  "But I know two things. First, you are because you asked and because you're always horny. Second, I could easily get horny just by looking at your beautiful body." He flashed his wicked grin, took off his shirt, and stood in front of me. "Weren't you listening to me?" I asked.  I said I could get horny by looking at your beautiful body.  All I see is half of your beautiful body." He giggled and began to undo his belt.  "Stop!" I commanded.  He froze, possibly afraid he had done something wrong.  "Close the drapes and proceed."  He ran to close the drapes and returned to finish dropping his trousers.  He stood, rubbing his crotch through his boxers.  "That's almost enough," I said pretending to be thoughtful.  "I'm not completely horny yet because you're still hiding the most beautiful part of your body."  In a flash, he removed his boxers and thrust his hips toward me.  His cock was just beginning to harden but still hung tantalizingly down in front of his balls.

"Now you've gone and done it, young man.  You've made me totally horny and you'll have to suffer the consequences.  I'm going to attack that beautiful body.  Nothing you say or do will stop me."  I stood, grabbed him under the arms while I kicked his feet out from under him.  I lowered him to the floor and began running my hands all over his chest, stomach, and thighs.  I put my mouth to work by kissing him passionately and working down to suck on his mahogany nipples.  By the time my mouth was in striking distance of his cock, it was erect and leaking.  I licked off the precum and then up and down his shaft with my tongue.  Luiz lay compliantly, his eyes were closed, and a slight smile on his lips.

I sucked and stroked until I felt he was nearing his peak.  Then, I moistened a finger with my saliva and began to rub his ass hole.  Trusting that he was about ready to cum and not fully aware of my devious plot, I gradually slipped my finger into his hole and began to insert and withdraw only about an inch of my finger in time to my sucking on his cock.  His orgasm was, as always, copious and I had to swallow before it leaked out.

When he recovered, he said, "I know what you did.  You stuck your finger in my bum."

"Did you like it?"

"Yes.  It was even better than when you just rubbed it."

"Not too gross?" I asked.

"A little gross, maybe.  But it felt wonderful."

I kissed him gently and massaged his chest until he said, "You said you would be a willing sex slave."  He abruptly sat upright on the floor and commanded, "Take off you're clothes, slave!"

I had played a game with him and now we were to play by his rules.  I took off my shoes and socks, then stood and began to take off my shirt. "Faster, slave!" he shouted.  I hurried but not fast enough for him because he kept telling me to move faster.  Soon, I was as naked as he was.  He looked at my soft cock and said with disdain, "That's not what I expect from my slave.  Do I have to get you hard myself?  Lay down here beside me."  He promptly moved to take all of my flaccid member into his mouth while he fondled my balls with his hands.  I felt my cock hardening and he was soon sucking on the tip while stroking the base with his hand.  His sex slave game was over.  He was now fully devoted to satisfying me.  It didn't take long before I rewarded his efforts with, I think, three blasts of cum.

He frequently duplicated my love-making actions and, in fact, embellished them with techniques of his own.  But he had not touched my hole as I had done to his.  I decided that I would not force it but perhaps, in gradual increments, I could induce him to experiment with anal sex.

To be continued...

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Posted: 07/13/07