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Check it out at http://www.tomcup.com! ************************************************************************ Chapter 2 -- Love Barges In Morning came way too early. Last night I had left a wake up call with the front desk for 6am. I picked up the phone and said, "Thank you." Did I really have to climb out of this bed? Oh, yeah, I had an appointment at 8:30am. I better get rolling. Shower, shave, standard routines to make myself presentable and impressive to others. I generally schedule about two hours in the morning for shower, dressing, checking office email, breakfast, and then leave myself time to drive to the client's office. If I don't get breakfast, by 10:30am I'm famished. That's just become a regular schedule while I'm on the road. I was standing in the bathroom; you can guess what I was doing, when Paulo opened the door and asked if he could use my bathroom, because his was occupied by his father and brother. He practically barged right past me going for the toilet. It's good that I was done and just moving out of his way. "You don't have to leave, Adam, I only have to pee." This kid was cute but he was pushing some buttons I wasn't use to having pushed. "I need to get my shower, do you mind if I do that?" I asked. "No, that won't bother me." Not being used to having kids around, I figured I'd treat this like being at the gym. He was just another guy in the locker room; right? I got my toiletries kit, pulled out my razor and some shampoo, opened up the bar of soap provided by the motel and climbed in the shower. The warm water was waking me up, I was beginning to think about what I had planned for the day and I heard the toilet flush. Good, Paulo was done and he'd be out of here. I liked the kid but being a bachelor and traveling on my own considerably, I was used to my own space and my own schedule. Now I could get back to the morning schedule and be bright and impressive when I got to the client. The shower door opened and in stepped Paulo. "My brother is still in the shower, can I have a shower with you?" "Paulo, I don't normally shower with other people!" I was trying to quickly hide the boner that was all too obvious in these tight spaces. This kid was not only cute, he was very forward. "That's okay, I don't take up much space, and you can wash me, and I can help wash you," he said. He picked up the soap and began making lather in his hands. "Paulo, I'm used to doing this by myself," I said. How do you throw a kid like this out? What was his father going to say? What was I going to do? "That's okay, I'll wash your bottom half, and you do the top. Then you can shampoo my hair." With that comment he started on my stomach. This kid was working faster on me than I had ever worked on anyone. He had me in a situation where we were both naked and he was starting to wash this stranger three times his senior. "Paulo, I can't be doing this, your father wouldn't approve. I think you need to go. I've got to get ready for my meeting this morning." "Don't you like me?" he asked. But he didn't stop what he was doing, and I didn't know how to stop him. I know that I should have just opened the shower door and put him outside, but my hands wouldn't move that way. "Yes, Paulo, I like you but your father wouldn't approve you being here in the shower with me." "Sure he would. We all shower together all the time. Not just me and Philippe, but all three of us. He wouldn't mind at all." With that he took hold of my cock and started soaping it up. He wasn't being suggestive, just regular washing. I thought if the kid can be this ordinary about this when I've got a raging hard on, maybe I should just treat it as normal. You don't want to psychologically scar a kid by over reacting to some situations. And this certainly was a "situation." I tried to put my mind back into gear and deal with what was happening without treating is sexually. But if he didn't move to another part of my anatomy soon there was going to be a sexual experience all over this shower stall. Paulo, moved down to my legs and then my feet. Gosh, it's sexy when you've got a nine year old boy knelling down there washing your feet. I'd never had that happen and it was just as exciting as him soaping up my cock. I wasn't getting much other soaping or showering done. I was watching him and my morning schedule was going to be shot big time. So much for arriving in top form at the client's office. My mind was definitely on other things this morning. I knelt down, and pulled Paulo up to his standing height. With me kneeling and him standing we were eye to eye. I said, "Paulo, this is really neat, but I have to make a living, and this is very distracting. Maybe we can do this another time." He said, "Well, why don't you just wash me and I'll get out of your way." How does this kid keep maneuvering me to his direction? Who's the adult here? "Okay, but we've gotta move." With that I took some shampoo and started at his head. I shampooed his sunlight blond hair and then used the shampoo to wash the rest of him. Washing under his arms was sending a tingling sensation up my spine and doing things down below. Then I went further down to soaping his butt and ass crack. Feeling those two ass globes was joyous and I hadn't gotten around to the front yet! I decided that working from the back side might be the safest, so from behind him I added lather to his small penis and balls. He said, "That feels really good when you do that. Rub them harder." "Paulo, I think I'll just finish you legs and we'll rinse you off." This was getting more dangerous, no matter what he said about the family showering together. I didn't want to end up in jail over this episode. I soaped up and down his legs and then quickly on his feet. I think now I could have spent an hour working on each foot. I don't have a foot fetish, at least not until now, but these feet were soft and cute and connected to Paulo. Anything having to do with this kid was getting to me. I took the flexible hose from the shower and rinsed him off. Then opened the shower door, grabbed a towel off the rack and patting him gently on the rear, wrapped the towel around his shoulders and told him to dry off and go home. I went back into the shower to finish shaving and getting my own hair shampooed. Of course by this point, I had to finish off the hard on that had been throbbing all morning. I got out, and was really relieved when there was no one still in my room while I got dressed. The other bedroom door was closed as I went toward the front door. I left the paper which was sitting on the floor outside of the room on the table inside the door in our room for Fernando and went down to breakfast. Does that sound like I was quickly moving from the shower in the bedroom to the front door of the suite to the ground floor for breakfast? You got it! I was racing to get out of there before Paulo cornered me again. I was running away from this sexual imp while I still had control. I'll admit it I'm a coward when I don't have control, and this kid was not letting me have control. I never have had this type of problem. In my job I seldom see kids. I'm the consultant; I am the answer man for my clients. They respect my opinion and do what I tell them, because it's good for their profits and their business. How did I get in this mess? Lugging my briefcase with computer inside, I headed for the atrium where they serve morning breakfast. I'd find myself a table, eat and get out of here. Maybe on the way I could collect my thoughts and compose myself. I found a table, dropped my briefcase on it to show my ownership for a brief time and went to stand in line for the made to order breakfast. The chef behind the counter was way too cheerful. Yes, I was awake, and outside it looked like a good day, but he wanted everyone to enjoy themselves. Telling the truth by this point I had the tremors down so that they weren't noticeable to anyone else but I could still feel them. "Good morning, what would you like? We have just about anything you'd like today. Huevos Rancheros, eggs over easy, French toast. What do you want to get you going this morning?" I already had something to get me going today. I needed something to calm me down, but that wasn't going to happen now. "I'll have the Huevos Rancheros, hash browns and bacon very crisp, please." "Up in just a minute, sir. Why don't you go get you juice and coffee while I get these ready. And it looks like you've got a breakfast partner at your table." I looked over at my table. The briefcase was still there and secure; but, there was a nine year old sitting there. I went over to the table, "Are you all alone? I thought I left you upstairs with you father and brother. Where are your father and brother?" "Oh, my father went to see his customer. You know the one across the street from here. Philippe is still up stairs, so I came to have breakfast with you." I'm cursed. What am I going to do with this kid? My hormones tell me one thing and good professional reason tells me RUN! Maybe I can handle it until I finish breakfast I told myself. "Well, what do you want for breakfast then? I'm going to get coffee and orange juice." "I like cereal and pancakes," he said. "Well then, you go get the cereal, and I'll order you some pancakes, on my way to get coffee." I flagged down the chef, the tall black guy with the white hat. Told him what we needed and he laughed like it was regular, everyday activities. I wish he could take this kid barging in to his room, entering his shower unannounced and changing his kitchen routine, he might have a different opinion. But then he looked like he liked people, maybe he'd relish it. Paulo was at the table eating cereal. He seemed to have not a care in the world. He was swinging his feet back and forth under the table and just watching people. I put the coffee and juice down, and went back for the two plates of food. Was I waiting on Paulo? It seemed like this kid really had more control that I did. We chatted over breakfast. He and Philippe were going to the pool and there was a video arcade in the atrium where they were going to play games. He wanted to know when I was getting back in the afternoon. Like a true coward I told him that I would be back at 5:30 in the afternoon. Maybe I could stretch the time with my client. This was more stress than any red-blooded adult should have to handle. Obviously, this kid didn't know the consequences that could happen for me if he kept up this behavior. I'd have a talk with this father when I got back. "Paulo, is your father going to be here for dinner?" "Certainly," he said. "Would you tell him, that I have to talk to him, possibly at dinner, but I have to talk to him?" "Yeah, that's brilliant!" he said. There wasn't anything brilliant about this; I was in way over my head. "Paulo, I'm going to work. Can you find your way back upstairs?" "Sure, what do think I am a stupid kid?" "No, I certainly don't think you're stupid," I humbly mumbled. If anyone was stupid here, it was me. I better change that attitude before I got to the client's office. "Paulo, I'm going. I'll see you and your father tonight. Have a great day." As I walked about 10 feet away, he called after me, "Adam can I sleep with you tonight?" I flipped around. I looked at that kid sitting there, smiling. He knew he had just got me, and I was turning red, from my collar up to my hair. My feet forgot to turn at the same time I did and I stumbled over the chair and fell there in the aisle. It didn't matter what people thought of the question, they certainly knew that I was confused and flustered by it. I just lay there on the floor; I didn't know if I should get up or just stay down while I was already there. Coming back from a day at the client's office I was dragging my feet or at least driving slowly. After the last 24 hours with Paulo, his father and brother; I wasn't sure if I felt strong enough to go back to the motel. The day had gone well. When you've been consulting in the same industry for 10-15 years there aren't a lot of new problems. I wasn't real comfortable when I arrived, but I just asked them to talk about their company, the changes, new employees, their suppliers' issues, the competition and the financial struggles. Eventually I found my touch points; those things that would make the changes for them. We had lunch and I began to forget my problems I had ditched back at the motel. I laid out the work plan I and they would tackle in this and future meetings. We discussed the impact and the commitment that they would have to make. The owner and his senior managers were committed and sure that they could make these changes. Again they thought I had all the answers. Well, when you're good at what you do, you can walk in even unprepared and probably look good. I wouldn't recommend it for a steady practice but once in a while you can skate by and come up looking like the professional you are. We still had a major project in front of us and I would be back here a couple times this year and once or twice into next year. Remember as the consultant if you can't fix the problem, then continue to bill them while you help them look into what the problem is. I learned my practice well. I got back to the motel and parked the bus around the back. It gave me a little more time to walk to the front door and consider what I was getting back into. I stopped at the front desk and asked if I had any faxes or messages. One fax from the office was waiting. "Adam, we have a fiasco brewing in Colorado. Last week's legislative meeting has created a critical issue at your client in Golden, CO. Please contact Robert Brewer at that office as soon as possible. They want you at their office ASAP." This was from my assistant back at the office and had been the results of a phone call to one of my senior partners. It looks like I was going to have a travel schedule change. I went up to the room. No one was in there. I felt relieved and exhaled like I was waiting for the next shoe to drop. What was coming that I hadn't expected yet? I sat down with the phone and made the call to Golden, CO. Robert was almost in a state of panic. We talked for about 30 minutes. He was calmer. We had a working plan and agreed that I would be there Friday, staying to work with him over the weekend. I went into the bedroom dumping my briefcase and computer on the small desk. Took my shirt and slacks off and lay on the bed. Slowly I relaxed to the point of snoozing off for a few minutes. "Adam, do you want to join us for dinner?" Fernando was standing at the door. Obviously, he had knocked and it might have taken some work to wake me up. I can slip off into slumber land pretty significantly. "Sure, Fernando, I'll be ready in just a minute." Again, I was caught there in my briefs and felt like every time I met these men I was undressed. I quickly went to retrieve my trousers, and find something presentable for dinner. As I came out into the sitting room I asked, "Where would you like to have dinner?" "There's a restaurant called the Adobe Grill & Bar just a block down, we could walk there. The boys are still swimming. I told them to come in and get dressed; but, I thought we could go down there for a drink first, and the boys could come join us in a little while." "That would be great. You're sure that they'll be okay coming down on their own?" I asked. When I was growing up, you didn't leave young kids of 9 and 11 alone all day in the motel or let them walk down the streets of a strange city by themselves. I was just showing my very conservative upbringing and inexperience at being a parent. "They are very independent boys. They have been doing fine today; I came over at lunch and checked on them, and then asked the motel staff about how they were doing. I'm very blessed they really are not problem children. Their time in the boarding school has made them very independent and self-sufficient." Since then I've heard people tell me that boarding school is just another two words for child prison! I didn't want to get into my primary concern until we'd had a drink and gotten through the social chit-chat. I needed to be more comfortable with how I would discuss the actions of Paulo with his father. And remember this was a man that made my knees weak just discussing rental cars. This was going to take all the moral fiber that I could pull together, or drain out of a glass. I'm generally not a person that drinks very much, in fact two drinks could make me high and three might put me under the table. Right now, to address these issues and this man, I would use every resource I could find. We talked about non-important subject while we walked down to the restaurant. We ordered drinks and started them. I was trying to find a way to bring the subject up. Various subjects came and went and I wasn't comfortable with linking this discussion to any of them. "Paulo, told me at lunch that he really likes you. He's a very quick judge of character. If he likes you, you know it immediately, and if he doesn't, he'll likely never talk to you." There it was on the table. How was I going to explain what had been happening? "I wanted to talk to you about Paulo," I said. Quickly I took a drink. I wasn't sure how to address this, but I certainly couldn't keep taking a slug from my drink every time I needed time to form my comments. "Has he been too forward, or done anything to cause a problem?" Fernando asked with concern. "He's a very nice boy," I said. I didn't know how to tell a father that his son was making sexual advances at me. I was thinking about excusing myself to the restroom. I've told you I'm a confirmed coward in relationships. "Paulo's style can be a little bit unsettling for new people. He's very affectionate and very direct in what he thinks and says. If he's offended you or made you feel uncomfortable I apologize. He doesn't understand the reticence that other people might have, especially adults. I'll tell him to settle down and behave if it has made you uncomfortable," he continued. Did I really want Paulo to quit what he had been doing? My adult responsible brain told me to say yes, my hormones said, "No fucking way!" I adjusted myself, under the table and took another drink. There wasn't much left in this glass and I flagged the waiter down before I turned back to Fernando and asked for refills for both of us. No more avoiding it. "He's really cute but he has been a little more personal than I would have expected in a boy his age. I can handle it. I was just concerned about how you felt about his casual style of leaving your room and coming into mine. He joined me in the bathroom this morning and then in the shower, too." I finally got it said. I let out my breath. I wasn't sure that I could tell him all of that. Now, I was either dead meat or we would settle how to handle this kid. I looked at him expectantly. Was he shocked or freaked out? "Paulo is always impatient when we're in the bathroom in the morning. Philippe and I were both in the bathroom first, so I guess he figured being in the same suite, the simplest solution was to join you. We're a very open family. Coming from two different countries has brought us different customs and I've raised the boys to evaluate traditions and customs, and then when they understand them they should choose how to handle them. Personal space, and dress or undress is a couple of the customs we've discussed when they brought it up a couple years ago. They didn't understand why they had to wear clothes in the house in Seville when it was `just us boys.' We decided that when it's `just us boys' they could go naked if they wanted to. I've always been one of those liberals in traditions. I hope that has not offended you. I'll talk to Paulo, about his behavior. Sometimes he gets ahead of good judgment with his enthusiasm." "No, Fernando, I don't want you to reprimand Paulo. He's a great kid. I was just surprised and concerned how you would feel about him coming in to the room, in fact the shower, of a man that you didn't know. I was surprised, but he's not been bad. I just don't have a lot of experience with boys. I'm sure that I can learn to adjust. He's just being a very exuberant boy. It's more my protestant morals than his behavior." "Adam, I wouldn't have shared my room with you if I didn't already trust you with my boys. All three of us discussed how pleasant you were, the first time we saw you in the food stand at the airport. We were very comfortable with you sharing the van and the motel room, because we had already held a family discussion and reached an agreement that you were a gentleman we liked, enjoyed and felt that you needed our friendship." At that point the boys came bounding through the restaurant, and sat down beside both of us. Philippe's hair was still wet from swimming, but he'd combed it and that wave in front just reminded you that royalty are always gorgeous. He must be descended from the great kings on Europe, because this kid had inherited the best looks from all of his ancestors. He had on a muscle shirt, shorts and sandals. The muscle shirt on an eleven year old kid didn't so much show off the muscles as it gave you a great look at how smooth those shoulders were and that chest that was still developing. Paulo was cute in his Texas souvenir tee-shirt and the shorts that he was wearing. He must have gotten out earlier than Philippe, because his hair was almost dry and the blond was coming back as it dried. His smile was as big as all outdoors when he turned the corner or the restaurant aisle and saw us sitting there in the booth. Paulo jumped up on the seat next to Fernando and Philippe sat with me. He sat rather close. They were both full of energy and not ready to settle down for the night yet. Europeans have a different sense of space than Americans do. I knew this from traveling over there frequently. But I was enjoying the lack of space between Philippe and myself on this bench seat. Then they both decided to sit on the inside of the booth. I was getting ready to slide out after Philippe slid out, but instead of sliding out he started climbing over me. He didn't maneuver that in the speediest method. He first stood up and then slid onto my lap, then rotated to the back of the booth and finally slid off my lap onto plastic of the seat covering. This little boy sitting on my lap was a wonderful feeling. That rotating move that he made on my lap had other things rotating. What was happening here? What was that last comment from Fernando about the discussion they had had about me? They were comfortable with me and thought I was a gentleman that they liked and enjoyed? Enjoyed? I needed their friendship? I'd not been listening to the conversation that was happening right next to me. My mind was reeling with these comments from Fernando. "Is that okay with you, Adam?" Fernando was asking. "What?" "The boys have been talking and instead of Paulo sleeping with you tonight, Philippe would like to. Is that okay with you?" 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