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

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PART 5

 Chapter 13

Luiz had been looking forward to the last day of school because he knew we would then be traveling to Tijuana to make arrangements for my legal custody of him.  However, when I arrived home from work on his last day of school, he didn't rush to greet me as he normally did.  He seemed quiet to the point of being morose.  I asked whether something had gone wrong in school.

"No, it was fine," he said flatly.

"Something else bothering you that you want to talk about?" I asked.

He paused for a moment before saying, "I'm going to miss going to school.  I enjoy it.  And I'll miss my friends.  I never had so many friends before."

I could have said something trite like 'you'll see them next September' but I knew that would be no help.  He was facing the real problem of being lonely all day just as he had been before enrolling in school. It may have been tolerable then because that's the only life he knew.  Now, however, he had experienced another existence that included the stimulation of structured learning and the camaraderie of friends.  I had anticipated what the long summer would be for him and had begun to gather some ideas.

"Well," I began.  "I have a few ideas for the summer.  Want to hear them?"

He looked at me with and expression of either curiosity or suspicion but said, "Okay."

After some discussion, he seemed most interested in joining a soccer team in the league sponsored by the city.  He had played some street games back in Mexico when he was much younger and, although he was unsure of his ability to play in a regular league, he welcomed the challenge of competing and, of course, meeting new friends.  My favorite idea was for him to go to camp for a week or two but he resisted it.  After probing his reasons, he admitted that it might be fun but he didn't want to be away from home for that long.

"Luiz," I said.  "You're very bright.  I want you to use your intelligence to look inside yourself.  What is the real reason you don't want to be away from home?"

He looked at me briefly and then stared off into space.  I gave him time to explore his feelings.  Eventually, he said, "There's two reasons. You've given me a home.  I liked living with Papa but living here with you is...well...it's more secure.  I know that I'm safe here.  I know that you'll be there to help me when I need help.  Like when you came to get me at the police station.  I know it's only for a week or two.  I'm not a little boy anymore but being away from home scares me."

"I can understand that," I said.  "One or two weeks away from home may be difficult but it's one of the things that you have to do as a part of growing up.  What's more, I think you'll find the activities and the others you meet at camp will be enjoyable."

"I suppose you're right," he admitted.  "In a way, it was like my first few days in school.  I was scared then but got over it."

"You said there was two reasons." I said.  "What's the other reason?"

"You'll think it's silly," he said as he cast his eyes downward.

"Let me be the judge of that," I replied.

"I'll get horny."

"So will I," I admitted.  "And I'll miss having you around.  The apartment will be empty without you.  But I know that when you come home, our sex will be even more wonderful.  Besides," I added, "You can use first aid."

"First aid?" he asked.

"Yes.  When somebody is injured, there are things you can do to stop the bleeding until you can get to a doctor.  So if you get horny, you can use your fist."

It took a moment for Luiz to realize what I was suggesting but then he laughed and said, "Yeah.  Like before I met you.  It won't be nearly as good, though."

"Good enough for temporary relief until we're together again?" I asked.

"It will have to be, I suppose," he admitted.  "But it won't be nearly as good."  He then turned thoughtful and I couldn't imagine what he was thinking.  Eventually, he said, "Jake.  Suppose there's another boy like me.  Suppose he wants to have sex.  What if I'm horny and want to have sex too?  I don't think it would happen but what if it does?"

Although Luiz didn't know it, I had given more than a little thought to the possibility of his finding someone -- probably someone his own age -- who would win his heart and take him from me.  Over time, we had grown closer together and my fears had diminished but not disappeared.  I knew that I loved him and was confident that he loved me but love is fragile and no one can be assured of life-long commitments.  Since he had introduced the topic, I decided that it was an appropriate time to discuss it.

"I think you're right, Luiz.  There is a chance that there will be another gay boy at camp.  If there is, however, I don't think he will want to risk other boys calling him names and tormenting him.  Therefore, I don't think he would come on to you unless you encouraged him.  In fact, you can discourage his advances -- without being unkind or mean about it. You can still be friends but set limits on the friendship.  Do you think you can do that?"

"I'm not sure," he replied.  "I've never been in that kind of situation. I'm not sure I know how."

"You're very bright," I said.  "I'm confident that you will be able to handle the situation ... if it happens.  But there's something else I want to tell you,  something very important."  Luiz looked at me with an expression of trust and curiosity.  I hoped that I could use the right words to say what I wanted to say.  "Suppose you meet someone at camp that you like very much.  Also suppose that someone is gay and both of you are horny.  Suppose further that in spite of your efforts to avoid sex with him, you really want to.  One thing leads to another ... an opportunity presents itself ... you begin to think with your hard cock ... your cock tells you that a blow job is more important than me or anything else ..."

"NO!" Luiz interrupted.  "I would never do that.  I love YOU."

"I know you love me, Luiz.  But a sex drive can be a very powerful force and can confuse your thinking, especially for a 16 year old."

"I wouldn't do anything to hurt you, Jake.  It would hurt both of us."

"Let me continue," I said.  "You will be tempted to have sex at some time.  Probably with someone your own age.  Maybe at camp.  Maybe with someone you meet in school or on the soccer team.  Maybe not soon but eventually.  It will happen.  I also know that you will resist the temptation most of the time but there's always a chance that you will meet someone you really like.  If that happens, the temptation will be strong ... maybe too strong to resist.  If that happens, I want you to be honest with me.  Tell me about it.  Will you do that for me?"

He looked at me in disbelief. "Won't you be mad?" he asked.

"No," I said.  "I may not like what you tell me but I'll be proud of you for being honest.  If it's just an isolated bit of sex -- for example if you're horny at camp and have an opportunity -- I'll understand and love you more for telling me."

"I don't think it will happen," he said with conviction.  "But if it does, I know it won't be as good as with you.  And I promise to tell you about it."

"I don't think it will happen either," I said.  "I think you'll be fine if you just jerk off when you get horny.  And, by the way, you don't have to tell me about jerking off.  That's just normal and to be expected when we can't enjoy each other."

Our conversation had gone at least as well as I had hoped it would. Luiz felt more comfortable with going to camp and we had agreed to be honest about any 'affairs' that may occur.  I hadn't given him permission to play around but, I hoped, I might have prevented any guilt or deception about what may or may not happen.  I still worried about losing his affection to someone younger, better looking, and fun to be with.  But I was more sure that, if it happened, I would have a chance to compete before it was too late.

As we ate dinner, our conversation revolved around what he might expect in soccer and at camp.  After dinner, we began making plans for our trip to Mexico.

The following Monday, we drove to the border, parked, and walked into Mexico.  I had previously made an appointment with Humberto Delgado, the Mexican lawyer, for 10:00 on Tuesday.  Luiz had recommended a hotel that, he said, was clean, safe, and inexpensive.  I made the reservation for five nights but we both hoped to conclude the necessary arrangements in less time.  We secured one of the many Mexican taxis at the border to take us to the hotel.  Luiz immediately began giving instructions to the driver in Spanish who, as Luiz later explained to me, was not very happy to have a passenger familiar with Tijuana and taxi drivers' techniques for maximizing their income with devious routes and offers of special (i.e., expensive) extra services.

We arrived at the hotel by 9:30.  Again, Luiz engaged in a long discussion with the desk clerk in Spanish.  It seems the desk clerk claimed no rooms were available until at least 4:00 but Luiz was both determined and persuasive.  Not only did we get a room but at a sizable discount from the tourist rate (what Luiz called the Gringo rate).  The room, with one double bed and private bath was clean although sparsely furnished.  It was definitely not Marriott quality but certainly as good as many low-cost chains in the U.S.

We spent the day touring Tijuana with Luiz as my exceptionally qualified guide.  The downtown tourist area took only an hour and a half to see. Luiz kept steering me away from shops and street vendors whose trinkets and wares were neither typical of genuine Mexican culture nor reasonably priced.  He did, however reluctantly, agree to have our picture taken standing next to a burro.  I had insisted because, when I heard the burro's owner make his pitch, I realized that I had no photos of Luiz and I together.  Luiz then led me out of the downtown area and to a small restaurant where he translated the menu for me and told me what was good and what to avoid.  I was beginning to feel that Luiz was the adult in the situation but was entirely willing to follow his lead.

After lunch, a twenty-minute walk through increasingly shabby neighborhoods took us to where Luiz had grown up.  I was appalled at the deteriorated buildings, the narrow streets with more potholes than pavement, and the litter in the dark alleys.  Men and women lounged about or peered from windows, eyeing the two strangers that had invaded their territory.  Luiz sensed my discomfort and said, "Don't worry, Jake.  They are just curious.  They are good people.  If you were here alone, they may ask you for money but they wouldn't try to steal it."

Just then, a voice behind us called out "Luiz!"

We both turned around to look and Luiz exclaimed, "Pepe!"  He turned to me and said, "Come, I want you to meet my friend."

A boy of about Luiz's age ran up to us, shook Luiz's hand, and began talking in rapid-fire Spanish.  Luiz animatedly talked to the boy before realizing that I was standing there completely unaware of what they were saying.  "Sorry, Jake," Luiz said.  "This is my good friend Pepe."  Turning to his friend and pointing to me, he said, "Es my tio, Jake."  My Spanish was just good enough to understand he had called me his uncle and I wondered whether it would seem strange to Pepe for Luiz to have a fair-skinned uncle.  It must have because I saw a quick rise in Pepe's eyebrows before he struggled for words to say, in a very heavy accent, "Good you to meet, Sir."

The two boys continued in their animated Spanish conversation for several more minutes while I just stood and waited.  Although I understood little of what they said, it was fairly clear that they were long-time boyhood friends and were updating each other on their respective lives since Luiz had left the neighborhood.  The few words and facial expressions I understood let me know that Luiz was relating the events of his father's death, attending school, and being very happy now.  I was completely left out of their conversation but I didn't mind because Luiz and Pepe both seemed to be happy to see each other again.

Suddenly, Luiz remembered that I was there.  He turned to me and said, "I'm sorry, Jake.  I was so glad to see Pepe that I forgot you don't speak Spanish.  We were telling each other..."

"That's okay," I interrupted.  "I think I know at least some of what you were talking about.  It's clear that you two were good friends and I don't mind that you were talking to each other.  Continue your conversation if you like."

"Pepe was on his way to the market for his aunt.  He has to get some things for supper so he has to go now."

"Would you like to spend some more time with him?" I asked.  "We could walk along with him to the market and back again."

Luiz's face lit up and he said, "You don't mind?"

"Not at all," I said honestly.  Luiz evidently translated what I had said for Pepe who then looked at me and said, "Gracias, senor."

During the short walk to a small grocery store, Luiz and Pepe continued their rapid-fire conversation.  While Pepe shopped in the store, Luiz told me that Pepe's father had taken ill and eventually died.  His mother married again but Pepe and his step-father didn't get along so he moved in with a widowed aunt who lived in the same neighborhood.  On the walk back to Pepe's home, the two boys continued talking and often laughed.  We arrived at the front door of a small house that showed obvious signs of the poverty typical of all the others in the area.  I could tell that the boys were reluctant to say goodbye so I said to Luiz, "It seems that you have a lot more to say to each other.   Would you like to invite Pepe to have dinner with us tonight?  I'm sure on my personal guide can recommend a restaurant."

Luiz broke into a broad grin and said, "That would be wonderful. Thanks."  Luiz relayed the invitation to Pepe who seemed reluctant.  Pepe glanced at his clothes as he spoke, possibly thinking that he would be embarrassed in a restaurant.  A few minutes of persuasion from Luiz, however, won Pepe's agreement to meet us at 6:30, after he had done some chores for his aunt.

Before Pepe went into the house, Luiz unexpectedly hugged his friend who was momentarily surprised, seemed somewhat embarrassed, but returned the hug briefly.  As we walked away, Luiz again thanked me for being patient and for inviting Pepe to dinner.

"That's quite all right," I assured him.  "I'm glad that you two were able to meet and renew your friendship.  I get the impression that Pepe was a very special friend."

Luiz looked at me with an expression I couldn't interpret and said, "We grew up together.  I liked him a lot.  He was a...special friend."

"Oh," I said.  "A special friend?"

"Not like you and me," Luiz was quick to reply.  "We played together a lot when we were kids.  Sometimes," he continued hesitantly, "we played with each other."  He looked at me for a reaction but I tried to give him none.  If Luiz wanted to tell me more, he would; I was not going to pry. "It was just masturbation, Jake.  Nothing like what you and I do.  We were just kids then.  It didn't mean anything."

"You don't have to apologize, Luiz.  Lots of young boys do that.  It's almost a normal part of going through puberty.  I'm just glad that you had somebody to do it with."

"You're not mad or disappointed?" he asked.

"Not at all," I replied.  "Remember that I promised you that I would always be honest with you?  Well, I can honestly say that I'm not disappointed or mad.  Also, to be honest with you, I have to say that Pepe is a very handsome young man."

"He is, isn't he?" Luiz quickly replied but then added thoughtfully, "Are you attracted to him?"

"I admire him but I have something even better: you."

Luiz grinned and said, "I'm attracted to him.  He's become very good looking.  I'd like to go to bed with him.  But why have a hamburger when I've already got a steak dinner?"

We both laughed but I decided to carry his joke a little farther. "Steak every night can get boring.  Sometimes, you want a hamburger to break the monotony."  I said it with a smile but Luiz frowned.

"Jake!" he exclaimed.  "I was joking.  I would never go to bed with him. Besides, I don't even know if he's gay.  We masturbated each other but we were just children then.  If I had never met you, I might try to find out if he's gay but I love you too much to seriously think of Pepe as anything more than a good friend."

"I know that," I said.  "I was joking, too."

Several minutes later, Luiz asked, "Can I ask a favor?"

"Anything," I replied.

"I'd like to go see my mother.  The cemetery is not far from here.

Would you mind?"

"No," I said.   "I think it's a good idea."

Twenty minutes later, we approached the cemetery.  It was fairly large but Luiz knew exactly where he was going.  "She's right over there," he said, pointing to a prematurely weathered concrete headstone.  I stood back while Luiz got down on one knee and touched the headstone.  He talked to his mother softly, in Spanish, for several minutes and fell silent for several more with his head bowed.  I fought to hold back my tears because, although I didn't understand a word he said, I could easily sense his pain and sorrow.

He rose and walked over to me saying, "She was a good mother.  She taught me a lot.  She loved me.  Even when I got in trouble."

"And I know you love her," I said.  "I'm sure she knows you love her."

"I hope so," Luiz said solemnly.  "I tried to tell her how happy I am with you.  I know she knows that I'm gay even though she died before I knew it myself.  I just hope she understands."

"Luiz, we've had a conversation like this before--after your father died.  I said then that I thought your father would be proud of you and very happy that you are happy.  I think your mother feels the same way."

We then walked back to the hotel, saying little to each other but just enjoying being together.  I remember thinking during the forty-five minute walk that our relationship--our bonding--had reached a new level, one in which there was no compulsion to say anything, one where just knowing we were together was sufficient.  It was immensely satisfying.

After arriving at our hotel, we each took a quick shower and changed into fresh clothes.  As the time of our scheduled meeting with Pepe drew close, Luiz showed clear signs of eager anticipation.

Chapter 14

Luiz had selected a cafe about midway between the hotel and Pepe's home.  It was perfect.  It was small, clean, and clearly one that catered to local clientele rather than tourists.  Pepe was waiting just outside the front door and greeted his boyhood buddy enthusiastically.  Inside, we found a table near the back.  Luiz had to translate many of the items on the menu for me and, in doing so, steered me to a choice that he thought would both please me and signal to Pepe that he should order whatever he wanted.  The two boys chattered incessantly during the meal, interrupted only occasionally when Luiz said something to me in English.  I pretended to be interested in a soccer match playing on the TV above the bar mostly to permit the boys to carry on without worrying about my being there.

Toward the end of the meal, which was as good as Luiz had promised it would be, the boys' chatter slowed.  Their animation and frequent laughter morphed into what was obviously a serious conversation.  Moments later, I notice that each boy was staring intently at each other.  Their expression might have meant many things but one meaning could have been genuine affection or even lust.  As they continued to talk in increasingly hushed tone, I caught Pepe stealing a glance at me.  In the meantime, I toyed with an idea.  If the two boys wanted to re-live their sexual explorations one more time, I could allow it.  I was confident enough in Luiz's love and I thought that it would bring both boys pleasure.  But I had to simply create the opportunity without making an explicit suggestion.

When the waiter brought the check, it was half-time in the soccer game. The timing was right for me to say, "Luiz, would you like to take Pepe back to the hotel and show him the picture of us with the burro?  I can stay here, have a drink at the bar, and watch the end of the soccer game.  I'll probably be an hour or more.  I can find my way back to the hotel.  That will give you and Pepe some time alone together."

Luiz was clearly stunned at my suggestion and the implication, which he understood immediately.  He stared at me in disbelief for a moment but gathered his wits,   The momentum of his long period of speaking Spanish carried over as he said to me, "Un momentito, por favor."  He returned to talking to Pepe quietly enough that Pepe had to strain to hear him.  Pepe looked first at me and then at Luiz with a look of utter surprise.  Luiz continued to talk in hushed tones to Pepe who, it seemed, was not happy with what he was hearing.  Then Luiz pulled the gold chain and half-heart from under his shirt, reached over an pulled out mine for Pepe to see. Pepe's face turned red, he looked at me and, struggling for English words, said, "Very much sorry, Sir.  I not know."

"Luiz," I said, "please explain that I am not offended or angry."

Luiz translated for Pepe but, given the duration of what he said, added much more than I had asked Luiz to say.  Soon, Pepe was smiling, which told me that whatever Luiz had said salvaged the situation.  Pepe began to say something in English but fought for the words finally gave up, and rattled off something to Luiz in Spanish.  Luiz turned to me and said, "Pepe wants to apologize and thank you for understanding.  You probably guessed that he's gay.  What you don't know is that he was asking me to have sex with him again.  I kept telling him no but didn't want to explain why.  He kept asking.  That's when you suggested he and I go to the hotel. I had to do something to put a stop to it all.  I showed him our hearts and told him we were in love with each other."

"I apologize," I began.  "I'm sorry I put you in an uncomfortable position.  A little sex with a boyhood friend would not hurt what we feel for each other.  If it gave you and he a little pleasure, then I would have been happy for both of you.  In fact, I have another suggestion.  You don't have to accept it.  You don't have to tell your friend if you don't want to."  (I was careful not to use Pepe's name so he wouldn't know we were talking about him.)  "Would you like for all three of us to go back to the hotel and show your friend a good time.  I think he's as horny as you are but he doesn't have anybody to have sex with.  If you would like to do that -- and only if you really want to do it -- we can all get in bed together."

"Are you serious?" he asked.  "Do you really mean it?  You would be willing for us to..."  He didn't finish his sentence.

"I'm serious.  It would be nothing more than physical pleasure.  It would be giving pleasure to a boy who doesn't get much pleasure.  But I want you to agree or say no to the idea."

Luiz took a while to consider the idea while Pepe, no doubt, was wondering what we had said to each other.  The silence was becoming awkward and I felt I had to reduce the tension that was building so I said to Luiz, "Your friend is wondering what's going on.  If you like my idea, explain it to him and see if he's interested.  If you don't like my idea, just tell him that we were discussing the need to prepare for tomorrow's meeting with the lawyer."

"Are you sure you want to...the three of us?" Luiz asked.

"I wouldn't have suggested it if I weren't." I said.

"Then we'll do it.  If Pepe wants to."  He then turned to Pepe and explained the invitation.  Pepe's eyes widened, his jaw went slack, and he looked at me.  I smiled and nodded to him as if to say, "Yes, we mean it."

Another period of awkward silence ensued while Pepe tried to digest the invitation and decide whether to accept.  His quietly voiced "Si" seemed to shatter the silence at our table.  Luiz and I smiled at him and he showed a variation of Luiz's wicked grin that I had grown to cherish.

Walking back to the hotel, Luiz said to me, "I don't know what to do, Jake.  with three of us, I mean."

"I've never done it myself," I replied.  "We'll just have to let things happen,won't we?  I'm sure there may be a little awkwardness but we'll figure things out."

Pepe's nervousness began to show as we arrived at the hotel.  It peaked when we walked into our room.  Luiz, unsurprisingly, noticed and just as unsurprisingly, took charge of the situation.  Whatever he was saying to Pepe effectively put him more at ease.  He continued to talk softly to his boyhood friend as he removed first his own shirt and then Pepe's.  He took off his trousers and helped Pepe remove his.  All the while, Luiz was talking to Pepe, which seemed to make him feel more comfortable in what must have been for him a uniquely strange situation.  I confess to feeling more than a little awkward myself watching the two boys disrobe in front of me.  I took off my shoes and socks and began to take off my shirt when Luiz said, emphatically, "Not yet, Jake.  Keep you clothes on for a little while."  I didn't know why he said that but it was clear he had plans for me and it was not my time.  No doubt he had formulated a plan on our walk to the hotel.

Very soon, both boys were naked.  Both boys were hard.  Both boys had remarkably trim and erotic bodies.  Both boys had no chest hair but profuse pubes and nearly identical genitalia except that Pepe's may have been somewhat thicker and his foreskin completely covered the helmet-head of his cock.  My heart raced.  My cock throbbed.  I hoped I wasn't drooling. Never in my life had I seen -- or even hoped to see -- two such erotic visions of young male beauty.  And both of them available to me for pure sensual pleasure.

Luiz sat Pepe in the middle of the bed and snuggled in behind him as he wrapped his arms around Pepe's waist.  I knew that Luiz's hard cock was pressed tightly against Pepe's lower spine and that it must have been arousing for both of them.  Then Luiz dropped the bomb shell on me. "Jake, remember when we first got together and you did that silly strip tease?  Do it now."

"What?" I gasped.  "I'd feel silly."

"Please," Luiz said. I couldn't deny him his pleasure or, I hoped, that of Pepe.  Slowly, I began my very amateurish routine, duplicating and perhaps embellishing what I had done for Luiz.  Luiz was now toying with Pepe's nipples and kissing his neck.  Pepe no doubt noticed that but his attention of focused on me as I gradually revealed more of my body.  When Pepe began to fondle himself, I didn't have to tell him to stop because Luiz slapped his hand away and told him, I assume, to leave it alone.  I finished by holding my boxers in front of my crotch, fondling myself with the other hand, throwing my head back, and moaning.

"Bravo!" Luiz shouted and Pepe echoed the cry.  "Come join us," Luiz said as he moved to lay Pepe on his back.  "You take one side, I'll take the other." We started licking and kissing Pepe, working down in unison from his neck, over his nipples, and down to his stomach.  Before reaching his leaking cock, Luiz signaled me to move down to his feet.  We worked up his fuzz-covered legs toward the ultimate target.  Pepe was trembling with delight.

When Luiz and I reached his upper thighs, I looked at him and said, "Go for it."  He grinned and began his masterful technique on a deliriously happy Pepe's balls and cock.  At the first sensation of a warm, wet mouth on his cock, Pepe gasped and looked down at Luiz in amazement.  It was clear evidence that no one had ever sucked on his cock and I knew that Luiz's skill would give him the thrill of his young life.

Meanwhile, I was massaging Pepe's chest and gently pinching his nipples until they stood out prominently.  His chest rose and fell in an increasingly rapid pace and his heart's tempo increased.

I watched in awe at Luiz's skill.  It didn't take long for Pepe to reach the brink.  He began instinctively and unconsciously bucking his hips . Luiz, unexpectedly, took his mouth off Pepe's cock and used a hand to stroke him furiously toward orgasm.  Several volleys of cum erupted and landed on Pepe's neck, chest, and stomach, and on my hand.  Luiz then moved up to lay alongside Pepe, looked up at me and mouthed, "I love you, Jake."

I responded in kind and then went into the bathroom to bring back a wash cloth to clean up Pepe.  I wiped up the copious cum from Pepe whose cock was now quite flaccid although Luiz, I noticed, was as stiff as ever. Pepe and I then went to work on Luiz.  Pepe, having experienced the treatment, knew what to do and we worked down to Luiz's crotch then up his legs.  Then Pepe said to me, "You.  You are...."  He crossed his fingers because he didn't know the words for couple or lovers.

"Gracias," I smiled and gladly took the cock of my beloved in my mouth. I was rewarded, as usual, with a mouthful of precious cum that I savored and swallowed.  After sucking the remaining drops that oozed out, I laid down alongside Luiz and whispered, "I love you."

Moments later, Pepe asked Luiz something.  Luiz laughed and gave some sort of reply but Pepe's expression could only be described as confused.  Luiz then told me that Pepe was shocked that I swallowed the cum.  Luiz explained to Pepe that it was a symbol of joining together and that's why he didn't swallow Pepe's cum.  Luiz knew, of course, that other gay men swallow cum without any thought of commitment to a partner. However, if he liked to think of it as a symbol of commitment, I was quite willing to agree.

The two boys then attacked me.  I must say that four hands and two mouths of two beautiful boys was extraordinarily erotic.  By the time they had worked up my legs, they had me aching for relief.  Through the fog of my sensual overload, I heard them mumbling to each other.  Vaguely, I remember thinking that Pepe was simply telling Luiz that my cock belonged only to him.  However, the sensations of their hands and mouths stopped completely as I heard them continue to talk to each other.  I looked down to see them talking to each other and ignoring me altogether. "Luiz!" I said.

"Yes," he replied.  "You want something?"

"You know damn well what I want."

"Does it have something to do with this sausage and two meat balls down here?" he asked.

"Yes!" I cried out.  I loved the way Luiz had learned to tease but I couldn't contain my urgent need.  Nor, it seemed, could the two boys contain their laughter.  "Luiz!  Please!" I begged.

Gratefully, Luiz relented and gave me his usual, expert blow job.

We all three laid together, naked, with Luiz in the middle, for about 15 minutes.  Luiz and Pepe talked to each other from time to time and I was reasonably sure that Luiz would report on their conversation later if he felt it was important for me to know.  I got up and told Luiz that I was going to shower.  As I did so, I noticed that Luiz was fondling his friend's cock that was once again fully erect.

When I came out of the bathroom from my shower, I found Luiz was giving Pepe another blow job.  They paid no attention to me and I just watched as the two boys had their fun.  Pepe had his second orgasm in just over an hour and I marveled at the recuperative powers of a 16 year old.  I fetched another wash cloth and gave it to Luiz who proceeded to clean up the significantly smaller amount of cum on Pepe's stomach.

The boys talked for another 20 minutes or so while I reviewed all the documents I thought the lawyer would need in the morning.  At one point, I looked up just as Pepe's hand reached for Luiz's dangling cock.  Luiz moved Pepe's hand away and said something that I hoped was something about wanting to save himself for me later that night.  A few minutes later, Pepe got dressed and Luiz slipped on his trousers.  A few more words between them and Luiz told me, "Pepe thanks you for being so nice.  He says he will always remember what we did for him."

"Tell him that we enjoyed it too.  And that one day I hope he finds someone to love."

Luiz relayed my sentiments and hugged his friend before he left the room.  "That was very nice of you," he said to me as he walked back into the room and put his arm around my shoulder.  "I think we gave Pepe something he really wanted."

"Oh," I said.  "He enjoyed the meal at the restaurant?"

"I don't know about that," Luiz replied flatly.  But then, with a grin, he said, "But the dessert was wonderful."

"Yes, I thought so, too," I laughed.

"He asked if he could come back again," Luiz said seriously.

"What did you tell him?" I asked.

"I said it was not a good idea.  I said we both enjoyed his company but I was selfish and wanted you all to myself."

"How did he react to that?"

"He was disappointed but he said that he understood.  I think he does. And I think he's really grateful for what we did even if it was only once."

"I think you made the right decision, Luiz.  I would have agreed if you had invited him back but I think it's better this way.  We made him happy for one night but it would have to end sometime.  The longer it went on, the harder it would be for him to end it."

"Hadn't thought of it that way," Luiz confessed.  "I was only thinking that I wanted you all to myself.  I like him.  We had fun tonight.  But it just didn't seem as good as when you and I are alone together."

"And why is that?" I asked.

"You know the answer," he scowled.  "It's the difference between love and sex.  You told me that before but after tonight, I really understand."

Chapter 15
 

Just before 10:00 the next morning, Luiz and I arrived at the office of Humberto Delgado.  Neither of us was fully confident that the lawyer could make the necessary arrangements but we were hopeful.  The office was Spartan.  The furniture was old and worn.  There were stacks of paper on his desk, on a small end table next to his chair, and on the floor.  A small bookcase held a few legal-looking books.  My confidence in his ability to help us waned.  However, he was warm and friendly as he invited us to sit in the two chairs facing his desk.  I was relieved that his English was quite good and I wouldn't have to depend on Luiz for translation although I knew Luiz would have done an admirable job.

"Your American lawyer has forwarded to me a complete file," Delgado said as he selected a thick file folder from the stack on his desk. "Therefore, I think I understand the background and the nature of your request."

I was grateful that he had apparently reviewed our case and we wouldn't have to waste time explaining the situation.  However, I wondered about how much information Gonzolez had passed on to Delgado.  Did it include, I worried, the background check that revealed that I was gay? How Delgado would react to the information?  "Did he send you all of the information?" I asked.

"Yes," Delgado said flatly.  "Everything.  Including some information that, I understand, might present an obstacle to granting your request in the U.S."  Luiz and I looked at each other, which was probably a mistake because Delgado noticed our discomfort and said, "He told me that you, Mr. Simpson, are gay but he was also quite complimentary about how open you and the boy are about the situation.  He also assures me that, based on his interviews with you and the boy, there has been no inappropriate behavior between you and the boy.  I'm willing to accept that as fact.  I assure you that I will treat it confidentially so that it will have no effect on you adoption of the boy."

Luiz then blurted out, quite assertively, "'The boy' has a name.  I am Luiz.  Luiz Loberto.  I'm not just 'the boy'."

I was surprised at the forcefulness of Luiz's comment and a little worried that he might have antagonized the lawyer whose help we needed.  However, Delgado immediately said, "I apologize.  I shouldn't have referred to you that way, Luiz.  I should have known from the report that you are a very bright and mature young man."   I didn't know if Luiz's irritation had been fully dissolved but he relaxed back into his chair as Delgado turned to me and said, "Let me put your mind at ease.  I see no reason to explore any relationship between you and Luiz beyond your willingness and ability to provide Luiz with parental care."

Luiz then said, "Thank you, Mr. Delgado."  The lawyer looked at Luiz, confused.  "For using my name."  Delgado just smiled as I did because Luiz had, in a subtle but superbly tactful way, apologized for his outburst.

"Now then, I have copies of some documents in the file," Delgado said. "Did you bring the originals?"

I passed a file folder across the desk to the lawyer.  It had Luiz's birth certificate, his father's death certificate, a yellowed newspaper clipping of his mother's death, and, for good measure, Luiz's report card from school.  Delgado quickly examined them all and said, "Luiz, you've done very well in school.  I wish my son could show me grades as good as these."  Luiz beamed with pride.  The lawyer had more than made up for his lapse of judgment in calling Luiz 'the boy'.

"Regarding the process here in this country," Delgado began.  "The normal procedure is to submit an application for adoption.  The application is reviewed by various governmental agencies.  Then a court hearing is scheduled.  There is usually a three-month wait for the court hearing.  If the court approves the request, more paperwork is necessary.  The entire process takes, on average, about six months.  Because Luiz is a citizen of Mexico and you, Mr. Simpson, are a foreign national, the process may take much longer."

Luiz, who had grown more and more anxious and fearful as Delgado explained the process, was about to say something and I feared it would not be constructive so I spoke first.  "I understand that the process can be facilitated by requesting special handling.  I also understand that there is a fee for special handling.  Luiz and I are eager to resolve the issue as soon as possible.  I'm prepared to pay the extra fee."  I removed a stack of $100 bills from my pocket and fanned them.  "Is my understanding correct?"

Delgado hesitated before responding.  "There is a provision for handling emergency cases but it is considerably more expensive."

"Just how much more expensive?" I asked.

"Including my time to plead your case in front of various authorities, it could be as much as a thousand to twelve hundred U.S. dollars."  The estimate was well above the figure that Gonzolez had quoted but as the MasterCard commercial might say, "Legal status for a loved one: priceless."

"And how soon can we settle the matter under the emergency provisions of the process?" I asked.

"I would guess within two to three days."

I conspicuously counted out fifteen hundred-dollar bills onto Delgado's desk.  Luiz, who had always steered me to bargains in food, clothing, and furniture, drew an audible breath when I passed the thousand-dollar mark but Delgado remained almost stoic.  "I trust that you appreciate the urgency Luiz and I feel and that I can depend on you to apply your skills on our behalf."

Delgado looked at the currency on his desk and then at me.  "That's more than the figure I estimated," he said.

"Yes," I acknowledged.  "But perhaps a little more time and effort in applying your expertise might be necessary."  From his subtle nod, I assumed that he knew exactly what I meant.  To be sure, I added, "And there's no need for a detailed accounting of the expenses you incur.  I am more interested in speed than paperwork."

"I will handle things for you as quickly as possible," he said.

I gave him the phone number of our hotel and we left.  On the street, Luiz said, "Jake, that was a fortune you gave to him!  I feel terrible for costing you so much money."

"Nonsense," I replied.  "It's worth every penny and more to have you safe in my home -- our home -- to have a beautiful, intelligent, young man by my side, to know that our love can continue."  Luiz wrapped his arms around me and gave me a forceful bear hug.  "Hey!" I said.  "People might be watching.  They might think we're gay."

"Well," he smirked.  "We are.  And that gives me an idea."

"Geez," I exclaimed.  "Twice last night and once this morning and you're horny again?"

"It's your fault, you know."

"Why?" I asked.

"Because you are one hot tamale."

"Thanks for the compliment," I replied.  "But you've just made me hungry.  Let's have lunch.  Can my personal guide to Tijuana recommend a good place to eat?"

"I'd like to have Jake for lunch," he said with his trademark wicked grin.

"Bad choice," I said.  "I can tell you from experience that there's nothing better than a Luiz with cream sauce."

"Never tried that," he said thoughtfully.  "Don't know that I want to." A pained expression crossed his face and he added,  "Don't know that I could even if I wanted to."  It must have been the image of contorting to suck himself that made him burst into a fit of laughter.  God, how I loved to hear him laugh.

"I'll make a deal with you." I said when he had stopped laughing. "We'll have lunch and then go back to the hotel for dessert."

Lunch was good, thanks to Luiz's help in selecting from the menu.  After lunch, we walked back to the hotel where we spent most of the afternoon in prolonged, casual sex play punctuated by two orgasms from Luiz and one from me.

Around 4:00, as we cuddled silently enjoying our togetherness, Luiz said, "You just paid a lot of money for me.  Does that make me a whore?"

I sat up in bed and exclaimed, "Luiz!  I'm ashamed of you for even thinking that.  I thought you knew the difference between sex and love. I paid the lawyer because..."

Luiz interrupted me.  "Jake!  I was joking."

"Bad joke," I replied grumpily.

"I guess it was," he said sheepishly.

"Or maybe I reacted too strongly.  It's just that I think of you as the most honest, moral, and pure person ever to come into my life.  To think of you as a whore is...well...disgusting and completely inaccurate."

He pulled me back down beside him and gave me a long, passionate kiss that, of course, I returned with equal fervor.  Several silent minutes of embrace passed before I said, "Besides, if you were a whore, you're so wonderful that nobody could afford you."

He thumped me on the chest and said, "Bad joke."  We both laughed.

We then showered, put on fresh clothes, and went out in search of a place to have dinner.

The next morning, after alleviating Luiz's seemingly perpetual need for sex, we set out on another walking tour of little-known areas of Tijuana. Luiz led me to a park where we just lounged on the grass.  It was there that we exchanged stories about our lives before we met.  I was impressed with Luiz's acceptance of the poverty he experienced as a child or at least his ability to cope with it.  He was often hungry for food but never for love since both parents were devoted to him and he to them.  He had a little sister, something he never mentioned before, but she died in infancy.  Luiz was only six at the time and had little information about the cause of death but the scant memories pointed to a conclusion that it was primarily a lack of prompt and adequate medical care.  He did recall his parents' grief and pain at the baby's death and admitted that was a powerful motivation to make up for their loss by making them proud of him. When his mother died unexpectedly, he was devastated.  His father was also affected but set an example for his young son by being strong and determined to go on.  It was soon after that they snuck across the border.

"You know," he said.  "If Mama was still alive, I would be like Pepe.  I would never have learned English.  I would never have met you. I wouldn't be as happy.  I wish Mama was still alive because I loved her. But I wouldn't want to be like Pepe."

He was thinking out loud.  I couldn't think of anything to say that would add to his thoughts.  Perhaps nothing could be said.  I just held his hand to let him know that I was there for him.

Luiz was intrigued with my stories of growing up in rural Indiana.  His questions about what I did, thought, and felt as a child caused me to reflect on the forces that shaped my destiny, which was something I had never thought through completely.  He seemed to be more depressed over the estrangement with my parents than I was.

We learned more about each other in those few hours of conversation than we had in the weeks we had been together.  It only strengthened the bond between us.  With no prior thought but having explored parts of ourselves so freely, I spontaneously said, "When I first met you, when you asked for help finding your father, I saw a little boy.  That first night you crawled into my bed, I still saw you as a boy.  Not a little boy but still a boy.  I also saw you as a naked boy.  I was horny but you were a boy and everything in me told me to keep my hands off.  That first night that we had sex, I still saw you as a boy.  A big boy but not a man.  As I got to know you, and saw you handle situations -- your father's death, our first visit to the lawyer, your enrolling in school, and a hundred others -- I began to see you not as a boy but as a young man.  You've got more courage, wisdom, and character than many fully grown men.  And that's why I love you so much."

Luiz looked at me and broke the spell by saying, "I thought you kept me around just because I'm good in bed."

I swung my fist toward his shoulder but he avoided my thumping by rolling away laughing.  He promptly returned, sat on my chest, pinned my arms to the ground on either side of my head, and said, "Admit it, Jake. I'm good in bed."

"You are.  But not as good as I am."  I pretended to struggle to get free.  He maintained his position.

"Admit it.  I'm better." he said.

"Only because you had a good teacher," I snarled back.

He lowered his face to mine and growled, "The student is better than his teacher.  Admit it."

"There's still more for you to learn," I growled back.

He looked at me for a moment, our faces inches apart, and whispered, "Maybe so but here's one thing I leaned well."  Our lips met and locked. Eventually, too soon it seemed, he rolled off my stomach onto the grass alongside me.

I propped myself up on one elbow and whispered, "There's a man over there that watched us.  I think he's jealous.  Can you see the bulge in his pants?"

Luiz simply said, "I don't believe you."

"Too late," I said.  "He's gone behind a bush now.  He's probably masturbating and wishing he had a wonderful boyfriend like I have."

"I still don't believe you."

"And I don't believe you.  You claim you are good in bed.  When we get back to the hotel, you'll have to prove it to me again.  And again. And for the next hundred years."

We returned to the hotel, after a leisurely dinner, at about 8:00 that night.  The desk clerk called my name as we entered the small lobby. "I have a phone message for you, senor."  It could only be from Humberto Delgado for no one else knew Luiz and I were staying at the hotel.  Unless it was Pepe who knew and might have called.  But surely he would have called for Luiz and not for me.  I hoped for the best but feared the worst as I took the slip of paper from the clerk.  Luiz, I'm sure, had the same mixed feelings.  It was, indeed from H. Delgado and the message was equivocal:  "If convenient, meet me at my office at 1:00 on Wednesday."

"What does it say," Luiz asked impatiently.  I showed him the message. He read it and asked, "What does it mean.  Is it good news or bad?"

"I don't know," I admitted.

We climbed the one flight of stairs and went into our room.  Both of us wondered what the lawyer would have to say.  Luiz voiced his fear that something had gone wrong.  I had to express optimism to counter both Luiz's anxiety and my own.  After all, it had been less than 12 hours since we left his office and I really didn't think he could produce the result we wanted in that amount of time.  I promised to call the lawyer's office first thing in the morning in the hope of clarifying why he wanted to see us.  To divert Luiz's attention from the mysterious message, I said, "Luiz, I believe you have something to prove to me."  He gave me a puzzled look. I had been too abrupt in changing the subject.  "You claimed to be better than me in bed.  I think we will have to have a contest to see who is better."

To be continued...

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Posted: 07/13/07