Date: Mon, 15 Sep 2008 21:06:11 -0400
From: chris james <drmeta4@gmail.com>
Subject: Hitch-hiking can be Dangerous, Chapters 5 & 6

The response to this story has been overwhelmingly positive and I am
grateful for all the kind words that have been sent my way. By now some of
you will have gathered that this story is tied in with the current
hurricane season and that is correct. I have allowed nature and the news to
dictate the movement of my characters and will continue to do so for a
while longer.

Again, just a reminder, if you are under 18 you must understand that
reading this is not allowed, come back in a few years. As always...your
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		   Hitch-hiking can be Dangerous  (M/B)

Chapter Five

	From across the room this perfectly handsome young man approached,
our waiter Miguel. He was not any taller than Chris, which made him about
five foot six. His black hair was about Jerry's length but he had it tied
back, his body was slender and muscular. Overall impression said that he
was hot. I had that confirmed when Jerry's mouth dropped open.

	"Good Evening gentlemen, I am Miguel, your waiter for this
evening."

	Yeah, and I knew what Jerry was having...was this cutie on the
menu? His English was excellent, a product of private school I was sure.

	"Hello, Miguel...would you bring me a dry martini, gin if you
would. Chris what will you have to drink with dinner?"

	"A coke please," was his reply. Miguel smiled at the boy and turned
his head towards Jerry.

	"Jerry, what about you?" I asked.

	Miguel waited, Jerry looked up and they gazed at one another. It
was like a bolt of lightning flashed through the room when they both
smiled. "A tea, please," Jerry managed to say. I could see him swallow
hard, a look of pure passion in his eyes. I was sure Miguel had seen it as
well.

	"Yes, sir," Miguel said. "Sweet tea?"

	"Please," Jerry replied. Miguel's smile widened, he was
amused...they had connected. Miguel left to get our drinks.

	"That was subtle, Jerry...not," I said

	"I...did you feel that?" Jerry asked, his eyes watching Miguel walk
away.

	"I did...we'll see. I'm not sure it's a good idea to molest the
hotel staff, but Miguel seems open to the concept."

	"You think so...what do you think?" Jerry asked.

	Chris spoke up. "He's cute...is he gay?"

	"Ricardo implied as much...relax, let's all eat dinner before we
decide if Miguel is the dessert Jerry wants, OK?"

	Chris giggled and patted Jerry's hand. "Hope it works out for you."

	"Oh God, I'm stiff as a board," Jerry laughed, reaching under the
table to adjust himself.

	The first local we meet and Jerry is off and running. I could only
hope for his sake that Miguel felt the same way. I would do my best to
grease the wheels of fortune. Miguel returned with menus and drinks, I took
a sip and declared the martini to be excellent, he beamed with
appreciation.

	He moved around the table with the drinks ending up beside Jerry. I
could read body language quite well. His had a definite lean towards Jerry
as he placed the drink before the boy. "Thank you," Jerry said

	"We don't need menus, Miguel...I know the food here quite well." I
said. "We'll all have the chicken, fajitas if you please and some of that
wonderful rice your chef makes. Boys, do you like your food hot?"

	"Maybe a little spicy," Chris said.

	"Any way it comes," Jerry said. Miguel smiled at Jerry, seems they
had a bit of chemistry going already. Jerry had his head turned looking up
at Miguel, on his face the perfect gaze of adoration.

	Miguel left and Chris giggled. "I bet he saw your boner, Jerry."

	"You think, huh? Well he can have it any time he wants. God,
Gary...what can I do to sweep him off his feet?"

	"He's just about in your lap now from what I can see...he's gay,
but does he have a boyfriend? Information is what we seek, I'll work on
it."

	Dinner would take some minutes to prepare, this wasn't fast
food. Miguel came back by the table a few minutes later and I realized we
were his only customers on the floor. Ricardo was sharp, such a dear man.

	"Would you like another drink, sir?" Miguel asked.

	"Gary...please call me that if you would. Ricardo and I are old
friends, I feel at home here."

	"Yes, Gary...I have only been here this season. Mr. Delarosa is a
wonderful man."

	"Yes he is. Um, Miguel, can I ask you something?"

	"Please," he replied.

	"Well these two young men are closer to your age than mine. Jerry
would probably love clubbing in the evenings but he's only sixteen and we
both know that won't work. What do teenagers do for entertainment here at
his age?"

	Miguel smiled. "I am only seventeen myself, Gary. There are several
coffee bars with live music, I go to them myself. I would be honored to
show you such a place."

	"Well...not sure I am up for that myself, and Chris probably wants
something a little more stimulating. If I pay the bills, will you show
Jerry the club scene?"

	Miguel looked like he had been handed a ticket to heaven, he was
dumbstruck. Jerry glanced at me with love and adoration; I had just made
his life grand. Miguel looked down at Jerry and smiled. "I will take
you...this evening perhaps?"

	"Yes," Jerry croaked, cleared his throat and replied once
again. "Yes, I would like that very much."

	"I will come for you at ten when we close," Miguel said.

	"I'm in room three-oh-seven," Jerry said.

	"Yes, I know," Miguel said. "I believe your food is ready, I shall
return shortly."

	Jerry almost jumped out of his seat with joy. "Gary...I love
you...that was so smooth."

	"Way to go, Pops," Chris grinned.

	"Pops? Pops? I am not some old man, you little brat, Pops indeed."
But I grinned in reply. Jerry was lost in a world of lust and anxiety.

	"Jerry?...Earth to Jerry?" I said.

	"Uh...yeah, sorry...what?"

	"I will give you money, you will buy everything unless Miguel
insists on paying for something, then you will allow him to do just that,
understood? He will not wish to feel bought by rich North Americans, he is
a male...a gay male for sure, but he has his pride. I expect he might come
back to your room tonight, he may not. Don't expect to get sex on a first
date, OK?"

	"Yes, sir...good advice," Jerry said. "My God, I have a date with
the most beautiful boy in town. I have to kiss him at least."

	"Oh, I know that will happen," I said. "You have no curfew with me,
you know that, but he may have to work tomorrow so be attentive to his
needs. You have condoms don't you?"

	"Oh hell yeah, you know me," Jerry laughed.

	"Well have fun, you deserve it," I said.

	Jerry got up and came around the table. He hugged me from behind
and kissed my cheek. "I love you, Gary...thank you," he whispered in my
ear. "I have to visit the bathroom, be right back."

	Jerry returned just as Miguel and another boy brought our food to
the table. The plates were sizzling, and everything smelled absolutely
delicious. Miguel personally served Jerry, smiling as the boy dropped the
napkin in his lap. The food was placed and the covers removed to reveal a
profusion of chicken and brightly colored vegetables.

	I showed Chris how to prepare his food, and I watched him taste the
unknown. It was hard for a boy like him to know what he might like down
here, but he knew I would choose the right food for his tastes. I smiled at
him and he grinned back with a mouthful. God, he was such a delight.

 	Jerry was lost in the enjoyment of his meal and the anticipation of
what was to come later. Chris was all bright eyed and bubbly, content in
our company so very far from all he had known throughout his short life. I
never felt the need to justify my preference for boys instead of men. They
kept me young; they filled my life with joy. This moment was special and I
wanted it to last forever.

	Miguel hovered in the background like a good waiter, but he didn't
bother us except to refill our glasses. The last time he leaned close to
Jerry and put a hand on the boy's shoulder. Yes, there was something going
on between them. I knew we would be seeing a lot of Miguel from now on.

	Dinner ended and I signed the bill, giving Miguel a generous tip
but nothing outrageous. He escorted us to the door and promised to come by
for Jerry in just over an hour's time.

	"Do you need for me to arrange transportation, Miguel?" I asked.

	"No, Gary, thank you...I have my own car," he replied.

	"Good, then I will see you later...maybe tomorrow?"

	"Yes, I have one day left before my vacation," he said.

	"Do you return to school so soon?" I asked.

	"No, I am finished school here, I have the diploma. I would like to
attend university in your country next year. But it is so expensive; I have
to talk to my father about this.  Now I go to sit on the beach for some
days, then I return to work. It will be fun." The boy had a wonderful
smile, I could learn to like having him around...I know Jerry would love
it.

	"So this vacation of yours, is there a plan?" I asked.

	"No...it is just a time for nothing, no work," Miguel said.

	"Do you like sailing?" I asked.

	"On the boats...oh, you have a boat here? I have been on the sea
before, but not much."

	"Well we plan to sail up the coast and back for a few days, you are
most welcome to join us," I offered.

	"I could not impose upon you, Gary...you will not have the room to
take me."

	"Miguel, I think Jerry would like to have you along, I would
too. Maybe as we become friends you will decide to come with us, do
something different for your vacation."

	"Oh...I will think about this, thank you very much."

	"Our pleasure, have a good evening...stay out of trouble," I
laughed.

	"Yes, I am a good boy," Miguel smiled as we parted.

	Jerry kissed me in the elevator, a long solid lip kiss, and then he
stood back. "Do you think he might come with us?"

	"Yes, he will...because you'll be there," I said.

	Jerry danced around with Chris until the doors opened. He went to
his room for another shower and to change. I counted out a thousand pesos,
about a hundred dollars American, and told him to bring back the change if
any.

	We shut the adjoining door and I left Jerry to his own
devices. Miguel was a smart boy and he would not allow himself to be
overwhelmed with boyish passions. But they would do something together I
was sure. I sighed with relief.

	There was little in the way of family nightlife here in this port
city, everyone headed south to Cancun for their fun. But after our meal I
took Chris for a walk on the beach. We snuggled on the sand and had moments
of barefoot splashing in the warm Caribbean water. I was tired, he knew
that...we didn't stay out too long.

	We washed our feet and proceeded back to our room. The large bed
looked inviting and Chris quickly undressed and hopped in. I made him get
up and go brush his teeth before sleeping, he grinned and I got a "Yes,
Daddy." After my own preparations I left the bathroom and joined him under
the covers. We snuggled...and that's the last thing I remember of our first
day in Mexico.

	Dawn brightened the curtains as I rolled over away from the
light. Chris snored gently beside me and I smiled at the sight of him. I
would love to awaken just like this every morning for the rest of my
life. I would die a happy man.

	It was some time later that I awoke. Chris was snuggled back
against me, his body tight in my embrace. I felt he was awake, he should
be...my hard cock was stuffed between his thighs. I moved myself a bit to
test the boy.

	"Hmm, keep doing that and I might just never get out of bed," Chris
giggled.

	I kissed his neck and nibbled on his earlobe. Chris moaned with
delight and turned his head to kiss me. I kept moving my cock between his
legs, rubbing the crack of his ass.

	"Someone wants to fuck me," Chris said. "I'm game."

	I chuckled. "You just think you are, sweetie. It takes work to get
that far."

	"So work me, Daddy...open my bottom up so you can fit inside."

	"I'll work it, little man, but I will not be plowing that hole
today...you'll see."

	With that I got out of bed and fetched my kit. Taking the bottle of
lube back to bed with me I had Chris lie on his stomach. I went straight to
the point and began tonguing his butt, paying careful attention to his
little pucker. Oh he moaned and groaned as his passions heated up, but he
was far from fuckable.

	He relaxed as I aroused him, and then I lubed a finger for
insertion. He squirmed and humped the mattress as I rubbed his prostate,
then came finger number two. Amazingly he didn't protest the larger
intrusion, and I worked my way around, stretching him out and making him
moan yet again.

	I slid two fingers in and out, simulating a real fucking
movement. Chris pushed himself back onto my fingers showing that he
understood the dynamics of the activity. Then I added a third finger, or
tried to.

	"Ouch, Gary...that's too much," Chris yelped.

	"OK, I'll stop for now...but you've made real progress, I'm
impressed."

	Chris smiled. "We keep working on it, OK? I didn't think you could
get three fingers in there. But two felt good"

	"Yes, sweetie...it's the best feeling I know," I said. "Are you
hungry?"

	"Yup, I'm a growing boy," Chris laughed.

	I looked down at his cock. "Hmm, yes...Junior looks well fed."

	"Now my butt feels all slippery and wet," Chris said.

	We showered and dried, pulling on our shorts. Chris looked over at
the adjoining door. "I wonder how he did last night?"

	"I know better than to ask, let him sleep," I replied. "No matter,
I bet he and Miguel got to know one another better."

	"Do you think they fucked?"

	"Probably not, Miguel isn't as hotheaded as Jerry, I respect him
for that. We can't ask you know. That would be rude."

	"I bet Jerry will tell me," Chris said.

	I laughed. "We'll probably know the minute we see him."

	We went down for breakfast and I contemplated what condition Jerry
might be in. Chris and I would take a car to Cancun in a while and I
wondered if the boy wanted to come with us. I was just finishing my second
cup of coffee when Jerry walked in. He looked rested and showered and there
was this wonderful smile on his face.

	"Hey, guys," he said, joining us at the table.

	"You get some sleep?" I asked. "We were thinking of going to
Cancun, are you up for that?"

	"Yeah, I'll go...can Miguel come along?"

	"Sure, does he have to work?"

	"Maybe later, he isn't sure. He'll be down in a minute, I came
ahead to make sure you didn't leave or something. Thank you, Gary."

	"What for?" I asked.

	"Last night, we had a blast. I never met so many crazy people in my
life as at that coffee bar. They had an awesome band, even if I didn't
understand a word they sang. Miguel and I tried to talk but it was too loud
in there so we went to the beach."

	"So you know more about him now, that's good," I said.

	"Oh yeah...his father is the fucking mayor down here, Gary. He and
Ricardo are tight as hell, Miguel doesn't need this job. He lives in a
mansion and drives a BMW."

	I laughed for my earlier assessment of the boy as a poor struggling
student. Well good, Miguel was smart and Jerry was completely taken with
him.

	"Um, he wants to go sailing with us," Jerry said. "How cool is
that? But you have to meet the father first. He said his parents are very
protective...and they don't know he's gay."

	"Oh...that sucks," Chris said. "Is he a good kisser?"

	Jerry blushed a little. "He's good at a lot of things...and no, we
didn't go all the way. He wants to know me better, that's so sweet."

	"Smart boy, your relationship will last longer if you don't rush
into things right away," I said as Miguel appeared at the door. He walked
over to the table and sat right down. "Good morning to everyone," he said.

	"Good morning, Miguel. Jerry has just been singing your praises," I
said.

	The look he gave Jerry said it all; there was something strong
going on here. "We had some fun last night...may I still come on your
boating adventure?"

	"Yes, Miguel, we would love to have you. Jerry will tell you what
to bring along."

	"He did," Miguel laughed. "He said to bring a toothbrush; I
wouldn't need anything else...so now I am confused."

	"Jerry...you had best explain that," I said.

	"We go naked most of the time, Miguel."

	"Oh...how exciting, that will be fine."

	I told Miguel we might like to see Cancun today and that Ricardo
had said something about a car and driver. He got up and walked out to the
front desk, returning a few minutes later.

	"The car will be here in fifteen minutes, is that good for you?"

	"Yes, Miguel, that's fine. Boys, lets go get our bathing suits, we
may need them."

	I packed a sling bag of towels and suits, wallet and watch and
enough sun block to slather all of us. When we got downstairs the car was
waiting and Miguel greeted the driver in Spanish. He smiled at me and I
told the man in Spanish that we wanted a drive down the coast to see the
resort before deciding where we might stop. He nodded and we loaded up.

	"You speak the language very well," Miguel said.

	"Well your English is much better than my poor knowledge of
Spanish. You must be smarter than me...definitely cuter."

	I was amazed, he actually blushed. "I'm sorry, Miguel...didn't mean
to embarrass you."

	"Watch him Miguel...he's know to embarrass guys every chance he
gets," Jerry said. "Just ignore him if he offends you."

	Miguel smiled. "You talk to your father like this? I could never do
such a thing."

	"They're not really my sons, Miguel. Jerry and I met early last
year. Chris and I have known each other barely a week now."

	"Oh, this is for convenience and to travel, I understand."

	"Gary saved my life," Jerry said. "He's like a father in many ways,
I live in his house."

	"Then I truly understand, a compassionate man serves everyone else
first...is this your choice, Gary?"

	"I love both of them, Miguel. Jerry is growing up and wants his own
life. I believe he's just about ready to handle that. Chris is just
discovering life. He will learn and grow at his own pace. This trip is all
part of that growth for the both of them."

	Miguel smiled. "Rarely do I meet such a wise man, they are lucky to
have you."

	Chris had listened to the whole exchange and at some point had slid
his hand into mine. Miguel looked at the boy and then at me. "It's good to
have love, Gary," he said and I nodded in agreement.

	The highway to the beach was crowded but the vast area of hotels
loomed in the distance like mountains rising up from the sand. I'd first
seen Cancun from the sea, a line of huge concrete hotels lining the
water. The bar of sand they sat upon was narrow and exposed to the violence
of the ocean. One major storm could erase all this man made majesty.

	But if this built up area was a gamble so far they were
winning. Thousands flocked here every day, millions over the years since it
had been erected. Miami Beach looked tame compared to Cancun. This reminded
me more of Las Vegas Mexican style.

	Slowly we reached the hotels at the northern end of the strip and
drove down hotel row. Great piles of stone, some with architecture to
remind us of the ancient past, Mayan palaces for modern tourists. Miguel
talked about the tourism, the nightlife and anything else he could think of
to amuse us. Finally we reached the inlet for Laguna Nichupte, the large
bay behind Cancun and turned around.

	I had traveled further inland, even visited Chichen Itsa and the
ruins of the Mayan temple there. All fascinating stuff, but I didn't think
Chris or Jerry would appreciate it. I saw signs for the public beaches, and
Jerry pointed to a video arcade at the same time.

	"This looks like a good place to stop," I told the driver and he
pulled over. We set up a time for our rendezvous; he would come back for us
at four. Six hours of sun and fun, enough for any man to endure, especially
this one. The boys took off for the arcade since Jerry still had half the
money I had given him the night before, I headed for the beach.

	The hotels claimed privacy rights to much of the sand up and down
the shore, what they didn't know was how to control it. I walked along the
shore gazing up at the new buildings and felt disappointed. The Outer Banks
were protected beaches, preserved for the ages and generations to come. All
this asphalt and concrete would be long gone someday while the loggerhead
turtles still nuzzled their way into the Carolina sand.

	Man and nature were in a constant battle, but nature almost always
won, it had to for us to keep on surviving. The sooner I was away from this
man made hell the better I decided. Let the tourists have it all for a few
days of fun; I would hate myself if I stayed too long.

	I gloried in looking at the tanned boys on the beach around me,
ignoring the women which I did most of the time. I wasn't a hater; it was
just a lack of tolerance I'd developed over the years. Every boy I took on
had a bad mother behind them, what did that say about some individuals
having kids? I could not in all good conscience bring a child into this
world if I couldn't nurture them. Many of my boys had been abused and I had
retaliated against some of the parents.

	There was a dark side to everyone and all it took was to shine a
little light on the abusers, they usually took the hint and left the boys
alone. The man who had raped Jerry paid the price, he lost everything he
owned and was probably living under a bridge at the moment. I held that in
my mind as justice for his cruelty, and personally, I slept well at
night. He was the one with a rock for a pillow.

	I was almost hit with a flying Frisbee and stooped to pick it up,
tossing it back to the twelve something cutie who smiled back at me. Lord,
they were everywhere and only one me to appreciate it. But he wasn't a lost
child, he had someone who cared. My mission in life was to save the others,
the forgotten boys.

	And it seems Miguel wasn't one of them. I didn't see how he could
be rejecting his parent's wealth since he drove the BMW. The unequal status
with Jerry would play itself out, the fascination would end and reality
would move in. Miguel would come to the states for his university
training. But would he find a high school junior a bit too low in status
for his taste by then?

	I could ramble on with my negative thoughts, I was being
unfair. The boy had shown nothing but compassion and good taste so far,
maybe I was building a case against him that was simply paranoia. But I
knew that my feelings were there to protect Jerry at all costs.

	My morning with Chris had been so delightful. Any day now I
expected him to get back in the 'am I gay' discussion. Watching Jerry and
Miguel in real time was a whole lot more instructive than porn. Now he
could see how it started and progressed. How love was built from tiny
little caresses and smiles to full blown passionate moments of glorious
sexual sharing.

	My cock started to harden as I thought of being inside Chris'
tender little bottom. He had wanted it so bad, he was willing to hurt for
me, but I could never cause him pain. He already knew I loved him as he
was, but he had taken another step. Did Miguel's appearance on the scene
influence his decision? It often seemed like he was in competition with
Jerry for my affections, but he knew Jerry was in my life for different
reasons now...why the sudden urge to lose his virginity?

	I turned around in my walk and soon passed the Frisbee boy again,
this time he waved. Not Mexican, but Spanish in some way I thought, looking
at his features. I waved back and he came running over. He rattled
something off in what I determined was Portuguese, I replied in Spanish and
he shook his head. He thought a moment and smiled.

	"I am...I thanking you," he said in accented English.

	"You are most welcome," I replied.

	"Welcome...yes," he said. Again that killer smile and he ran
off. The world was full of beauty, it was just a shame I couldn't embrace
it all.

	Now I was back to the beach section where I had made my
entrance. One look around and I saw three perfectly incredible young
creatures, fortunately I already knew them. Chris came running up. "Where
can we change?" he asked.

	"Well you can wrap a towel around your cute little butt and wiggle
out of your shorts or we can get a changing booth like that one over
there," I said.

	Chris laughed. "You wanna change with me? I'll wiggle my cute
little butt for you."

	"It's a deal," I replied. I rented a booth for ten pesos and Chris
and I stepped inside. Kinda crowded this way but he did wiggle his butt at
me as promised. I kissed him and then laughed when I felt his hard cock
against my thigh. "Not now, sweetie...we do have to go out that door real
soon or people will wonder."

	"Oh...damn, I can't go out there looking like this."

	I handed him the towel and said we could sprint for the water. We
stepped out and saw Jerry and Miguel come out of the one next to us. Both
of them held towels in front of their crotches and I smiled, must be the
salt air. We all sprinted for the water, dropping the towels along the
way. It was like bath water warm here, but clear as a bell.

	Chris stopped when the water got to his waist and looked
down. "Hey, I can see my toes."

	"I can see your erection," Jerry said, and Chris jumped on him.

	The boys played around and I was pleased to see that Chris was a
pretty good swimmer. Now maybe he and I could snorkel together, I loved
doing that down here. The Caribbean had a large selection of corals and
colorful fish one could see with a mask. Miguel got away from the others
and swam over to me.

	"They are very happy with each other," he said.

	"Most of the time, yes. Jerry is very used to being around me;
Chris has just learned what he likes about it."

	"Jerry lives with you?"

	"Yes, he was staying with his sister but that fell apart so he came
home. He is always welcome but thinks Key West is boring. Nothing to do," I
said.

	"I hear it is a beautiful island, I would like to visit with you
someday."

	"You would be most welcome, Miguel."

	"And Chris...does he stay with you as well?"

	"Ahh, Chris. I honestly don't know what to do about him. I have
some things happening while we are down here. I will have to wait until we
return to decide that."

	Miguel smiled. "He loves you very much. I see it in his eyes."

	"I see it too, Miguel. He is a very special boy, he has my heart."

	"Such a lucky man. You know I am gay, yes?"

	"The best people I know are gay. How do you feel about me loving
boys like those two?"

	"Even a boy needs love, Gary. I was with a man for several years
when I was young like Chris, even before that. He taught me many things; I
still remember those times fondly. But he was caught with a boy. Not me,
thank goodness, and the police they shot him dead. They said it was an
accident."

	"I am sorry, you must feel pain for the loss," I said.

	"Yes, he was close to me...I learned all my sex from him. I know
you will not hurt a boy...it is not your nature. If they choose to have sex
with you then they learn from a kind and gentle person, this is best. Jerry
is very sweet to me because of you."

	"He's had a hard life, one very different than yours," I said.

	"Yes, I can tell. You worry for him...with me?"

	I smiled, what a bright kid. "I worry for all my boys, including
Jerry. I can't say it won't work, it will just be difficult for you both."

	"I will come north next year if my father allows," Miguel said. "If
Jerry still wants to be with me I will find him. I will go to school in
Miami or Tampa; this is not far from Key West. I am much like Jerry. I have
been looking for someone a long time now, Gary. Someone sweet and
strong. Please help me with him; I want him in my life."

	"You're on the right track, he likes you very much. Jerry said I
need to meet your parents, will this be a problem for you?"

	"No, I don't believe so. My father is a very busy man and that
allows me some freedoms. I will try to make a lunch meeting, tomorrow if
you like. I think it best if you bring your sons, he would like meeting
your family," Miguel said.

	"So he knows Ricardo...but does he know about Ricardo?" I asked.

	Miguel smiled. "No, it is not possible...they have some business
together, but I have never seen Ricardo do anything that might make my
father...um, suspicious. The people here would not understand this part of
Ricardo; he must keep secret his gay life."

	"But you know him to be gay, and I guess he knows about you. Was
that discovery difficult?"

	Miguel smiled. "You are asking if he did something with me? No, I
would not consider him in a sexual way. I am sad that he must marry that
woman and pretend to be another thing, I could not do such a thing."

	"It is normal in many cultures for men to hide their true feelings
behind a marriage, and yes, that is sad. Ricardo has the benefit of being
able to travel for his business, at least then he can be himself."

	"My father will not know the truth about you or the boys, which
will make it easier for him to approve of my presence with you." He
sighed. "It is sometimes difficult with all this pretending."

	"Soon you will be your own man, Miguel. Come to Key West and visit,
there is much to offer a gay man there."

	"Yes...and Jerry will be there...you know I will come."

	"OK, so you arrange lunch for us to meet your father, I want
nothing to interfere in your relationship with my son."

	He hugged me for that, an emotional gesture I found interesting
considering how public this was, but he didn't seem to care what people
thought. He would spend the next week with us and I would see what
developed.

	Chris and I finally sat in the shade of an umbrella. I had pulled
him from the water the minute I saw him start to become medium
rare. Sunburn would ruin my bedroom plans and his day. I bought him iced
coffee and covered him with lotion.

	"That Miguel is really cool," Chris said.

	"And you say this because...?"

	"He parties and wants to do bong hits with Jerry."

	"So cool means drugs to you? Now I know I ought to take you home,"
I replied.

	Chris looked at me and frowned. "I don't want to go home...ever."

	"You don't think mom is worried about you?"

	"No. And she probably rented my room out already."

	"How would I get your mom to allow you to stay with me?" I asked.

	"Just don't tell her where I am. I sure don't wanna talk to her
now."

	"Hmm, but you have school starting up in a month, and they'll
wonder where you are. Then someone will ask your mom and she'll say I don't
know and then you end up as a picture on a milk carton for everyone to
see."

	"Wow, you're pretty clever...that might just happen."

	"So I have Max checking her out to see if she's told anyone, maybe
she will allow me to adopt you legally...would you like that?"

	Chris looked at me and his face seemed to freeze. I saw his lower
lip begin to tremble and tears form in his eyes.

	 "Chris, don't cry on me now...I want you to stay with me."

	He sniffled and a single tear ran down his cheek as he smiled. "You
want to be my daddy for real?"

	"Oh sweetie, I would do anything in this world to make you happy."

	Chris nodded, the tears running down his cheeks. But he was happy,
that smile never left his face. He put the coffee down and came into my
arms, hugging my neck for all he was worth. This adoption thing had better
work out or I was sunk.

	Thank God for Max and the people he knew. The law took a dim view
of single gay men adopting young boys...no one in Florida was stupid. But
there were ways, I had legal residency in several more...uh, liberal
states. The mother was key, she controlled what could happen.

	I let Chris lay there across my lap and on my chest. He was only
fourteen, still small enough to be just the right size for my lap. I would
try to remember that when he was eighteen and stood taller than I did, but
there would always be room in my lap for him.

	Finally he sat up and kissed my cheek. "I wish I had met you years
ago, Gary."

	"What before you were fourteen and adorable? Maybe I would have
left you on the side of the road, sweetie. I don't mess with little kids."

	Chris smiled. "Will I always be your sweetie, even when I grow up?"

	"I'll always think of you as my sweetie, even when you grow
up...just don't grow too big, my legs can't handle it."

	"Can you love a man, Gary...I'm gonna be a man someday too."

	"If that man is you I will always love him. Max still sees the boy
in me, we still love one another."

	"But he has Shelby now, not you," Chris said.

	"I'm never home, haven't you noticed? Poor Max needs a companion,
just like I need you. I may take you halfway around the world and we don't
want Max to be lonely do we?"

	"No, Max is sweet. And I know he still loves you, Gary. I can see
it in his eyes when he talks about you."

	"And what do you see in these eyes, Chris?"

	He brought his face in close to mine and we stared at one
another. "I see my reflection."

	"Yes, you're in my eyes and my head, but especially in my heart,
sweetie."

	He smiled and backed away. "I know...I felt that this morning, you
didn't want to hurt me and I didn't care if you did. I wanted to give you
something back, something for being my Daddy."

	I felt like a Mayan priest on the temple steps. Chris wanted to
give me his virginity as an offering. It meant he had faith in me, and did
it for the love of me. I would have cried right then except he wouldn't
have understood. No boy had ever given me a gift with such love behind it,
such unselfish motives. Chris didn't feel bound by my money or my
possessions, he was bound by love.

	I pushed back the emotions and just enjoyed his company. He
squirmed in my lap .
	"Are you uncomfortable?" I asked.

	"Nope, you feel just right. So you wanna play again tonight?

	"Yeah, I thought about tying you up and tickling until you peed
yourself. Wouldn't that be fun?"

	He laughed. "Not for me, ewww. We could do it to Jerry and Miguel."

	"In your dreams, Chris. It's gonna be pretty interesting to go
naked around those two this next week. Are you gonna get all horny on me?"

	"Yup, no way out. I bet Miguel has a nice ass."

	"Well it's Jerry's ass to look at not yours. We have to give them a
chance to know each other," I said.

	"I got it, we put them off on a deserted island with a book of
matches and some canned beans. They can keep each other warm." Chris
giggled at the thought.

	"Yeah, like warm is an issue, its ninety degrees out here. You
watch too many movies and smoke too much pot, your brain is fried."

	"You want me to quit I will," Chris said. "Pot is just an escape
from reality they told us in school. I have you, and that's real enough for
me."

	"Just slow down then, you have your whole life ahead of you, take
it easy now."

	Jerry and Miguel came running up from the water, a beautiful
pair. "What time is it," Jerry asked.

	I looked in the bag and pulled out my watch. "Almost three-thirty,
ready to pack it in?"

	"Yeah, enough of the sand and salt, I want a shower...Miguel does
too."

	"Well let's dry off and change, no sense in getting the car
wet...he ought to be back any time now," I said.

	We all changed and walked back up to the drop off point, sure
enough the car awaited us. The ride back to the hotel was pretty quiet,
everyone was tired.

	"I for one am gonna shower and nap before dinner. Us old folks need
our rest," I said.

	Chris laughed and Jerry smiled. I must have read his mind; he and
Miguel would be in bed shortly after we returned. Good thing the walls in
our rooms were thick and soundproof. The driver let us out at the hotel
entrance and I leaned back in to tip him but he shook his head. "No, Mr
Gary... I am Mr. Delarosa's driver, he pays me very well."

	Ahh, I should have known. We went up to the rooms and made no plans
to meet for dinner. Miguel said he would take care of feeding Jerry, I was
sure he would. Chris and I hit the showers.

	"You wanna wash my hair again," Chris said with a grin.

	"Sure...you wanna suck my cock again?" I asked.

	"Yup...and I won't choke this time, I promise."

	"Then how's about we finish this shower."

	We washed and dried before returning to the bedroom. I turned on
the television to make a little background noise in case Jerry might hear
us at play. Chris hopped up on the bed and spread his legs.

	"Ya want some of this, mister?" He shook his stiff cock at me and I
laughed.

	"The news out of the National Hurricane Center is pretty grim for
residents of the Florida Keys this afternoon...."

	My head swiveled around and I leaned over to boost the volume on
the CNN News.

	"Tropical Storm Fay is quickly approaching the Florida Keys this
afternoon, evacuation plans have been in effect since Friday when tourists
were asked to leave the area. Margaret Lipton reports live from Key
West..." I stared at the images of cars jamming the single highway leading
out of the Keys. A new voiceover began, the on-site reporter: "Residents
have been closing up their property the past few days here in Key West, but
most are not leaving in the face of the storm, which left almost a dozen
dead in the Caribbean islands and flooded towns in Cuba."

	The camera panned across several residents of the island who were
closing storm shutters and carrying lawn furniture into their homes. I
could see several businesses had closed up shop, and then they showed the
crowd down at Squeaky's place.

	"Many residents have experienced worse than the expected four to
ten inches of rain Fay plans to dump on their city later today." The crowd
raised their glasses to the camera and I laughed. Diehard conchs rarely ran
away from bad weather, they just drank more.

	"Hey, that's Barry," Chris said, scooting over to sit on the edge
of the bed. I threw an arm around the boy's shoulder as we watched. "That's
King Neptune to you, conch brother."

	"The forecast calls for high winds, and several power outages have
already been reported across the island. Fay is expected to pick up speed
as the storm moves north towards the west coast of Florida. There is a
possibility that it may become a Category One hurricane by the time it
comes ashore further up the coast. Currently the wind has been steady up to
sixty miles an hour and higher gusts have been reported, causing utility
poles to fall and disrupting businesses." The woman turned back to the
crowd who cheered for the camera. "But some businesses seem to do better
than others at times like these. Margaret Lipton, CNN News here in Key
West."

	I laughed again. "Oh Barry will be pissed, she didn't mention the
name of his bar."

	"Will Max and Shelby be OK?"

	"Yes, sweetie...they've ridden out real bad hurricanes before, this
storm is a lot of rain and wind...that's pretty minor."

	"Oh, I hope so...your poor house. And the birds, what will he do
about the birds?"

	"He takes them inside, don't worry, Chris. Max is an old hand at
this storm business; he knows when to run away and when it's safe to
stay. Maybe we can call later and see how they're doing, would you like
that?"

	"Yeah, I don't wanna worry about them. Good thing we aren't there,
the boat might get damaged."

	"Sure thing, this is our lucky day," I said.

	His concern was genuine, and oh so sweet. The boy had taken a shine
to Max, they all did. I turned down the sound on the television as the news
moved on to something else. Then I crawled up on the bed and lay back. If
Chris wanted to get sexy he would have to be the one to start things, but I
was tired out from all the sun and water.

	Chris joined me and lay close, his arm across my chest and a leg
thrown over my thigh. "I like lying here with you, Gary...you're
comfortable."

	"You mean like an old pair of jeans?"

	"You're not old, old is like fifty or something," Chris said. He
thought a moment. "You still have sixteen years before that happens...and
I'll be thirty, wow."

	"You'll be a handsome man at thirty, Chris."

	I could almost hear the wheels turning in his head. Maybe this
afternoon we were meant to be philosophical, I was up for it. Thinking
about the future was always a good thing.

	"Gary...if I'm gay now, will I still be like that when I'm thirty?"

	OK, and maybe I was too quick to judge how easy this was going to
be, that was a doozy of a question.

	"Hmm...people do change as they get older, they think about things
differently. To me gay means you feel more comfortable in the company of
males, socially and sexually. I've met some very nice women in my life, but
I would still rather be around guys."

	"I get that, but Jerry said I didn't have any experience with girls
so it would be hard for me to know if I was gay. But he never had a
girlfriend...did you?"

	"A girlfriend...no, but I had girls as friends. There weren't any
boys I could date so I had friends. Max said it was important for me to
make lots of friends, I just had to trust them first."

	"They knew you were gay?"

	"Not all of them, but most of them...they were curious. I could
never tell anyone about Max, but most of them just wanted to know what
being gay meant."

	"Oh, like the sex part," Chris said, and then he giggled. "I could
never talk about that."

	"Probably not, but if you have straight friends they might ask you,
especially if they're girls." Then it was my turn to laugh. "I never could
figure out why they wanted to know stuff like that."

	"Girls just wanna know how big it is, I even had one ask me," Chris
said. "Yeah, it was at that pool party last week just before I met
you. Damn, that seems so long ago."

	"I bet you didn't even think about being gay last week, and here
you are now talking about it," I said.

	"Well my new friends are all gay and so is my daddy. I wanna lose
my virginity to you and that's about as gay as it gets. I must be gay cause
I sure like sex with you."

	"But you like chocolate cake, that doesn't mean you want to be
one. I'm not making fun of you, Chris. You obviously have decided you need
to make a decision one way or another, but I am not pressing you. Nothing
has to be decided now, you know that."

	Chris sighed. "I just want to know what I am, Gary."

	"You're a wonderful boy who makes me very happy. But you've
experienced things with me you never knew existed. Sex has a very powerful
effect on your feelings. I know you enjoy what we've been doing. I don't
see you hesitating to jump right in and return your fair share of the
passion we have. I am grateful for that; it makes this all so special."

	"Yeah, the feelings get pretty amazing; I didn't know I could feel
like that." He slid a hand down my stomach and grasped my limp cock. "I
think a guy's body is about the sexiest damn thing I ever saw, especially
yours. I don't think I can say the same thing about a girl. I just never
knew I had these feelings inside, and now I think I understand myself
better."

	"I started thinking that way too when I was younger. And then Max
came along and showed me what it meant."

	"Exactly, I felt really sexy that first night on the boat when
we...when you made me cum. All I could think about was how good it felt and
now I know why. I didn't know about loving you, Gary, I just knew that I
loved what we did...and I wanted to keep doing it."

	I smiled. "Calling yourself gay because you like sex with a guy is
where I started, sweetie. Just remember, most people won't understand that
feeling, not even most gay people. But I will."

	Chris smiled and kissed my cheek. "Yeah, I know you do."

	The he moved down the bed between my legs and began to nibble on my
cock. I was already half hard when he began and I soon stiffened.

	"No fair...I can't reach you," I said.

	"Hmm, I know...this is my turn, let me have fun."

	His tongue went all over me, licking at my cock and balls. His
hands pushed against my legs and I spread them so he could gain better
access. The little beast was teasing the hell out of me, but not ready to
suck me off just yet. I responded when he pulled up on my legs, he wanted
me to raise them.

	I loved rimming my boys; it was always part of the introduction to
sex. But it was rare that a boy would consider doing something like
that. Chris had decided it was something he needed to try. I raised my legs
and pulled them up to my chest, exposing my asshole.

	Chris went right for it, licking my anus and then pushing his
tongue in and out a few times. It must have seemed acceptable because he
really started to work it over. The feeling was phenomenal, made even more
so because he was doing it. I moaned in appreciation as he kept at it. He
would soon tire, but I was along for the ride no matter how long it lasted.

	Chris raised his head. "Where's the lube?"

	I looked over at the nightstand and Chris rolled over there,
pulling open the drawer. He took the little bottle and resumed his
position. I felt a dribble of cool liquid and then a finger was inserted in
my bottom.

	"Oh yeah....that feels good, " I said.

	Chris worked that finger for a bit and then inserted a second. I
knew he was looking at how it penetrated, studying the issue as it related
to his own bottom. Clever boy, maybe he would lose some of the trepidation
by doing this. I looked down to see him smile as he watched those fingers.

	He went back to licking my balls and then traveled back up to my
cock, the fingers still working away. His mouth swallowed my cock about
halfway before he closed his lips around it and drew back. He kept
repeating that motion and it felt really good. For a boy so new to the game
he was quite a cock sucker.

	Suddenly I wanted him inside me. I would be able to look into his
eyes and be turned on by the expressions on his face.

	"Chris....fuck me, sweetie...come on...fuck me good and hard."

	He looked up and grinned. "Yeah...I wanna fuck my daddy."

	With that he got up on his knees between my legs and rubbed his
cock on my bottom. He got a funny look. "Do I need to wear a condom? Can I
do it without one...please?"

	"Yeah...do it, I wanna feel your cum in me."

	He grasped his cock and rubbed it on my hole, leaning forward a bit
until he was on target. Then he pushed, slowly at first until he felt
himself sliding into me. I opened my legs, allowing him to push into me all
the way. It was a slide to ecstasy that I read all over his face.

	He went all the way down until his pubes were against my butt
cheeks.

	"Oh sweetie, you feel so good in there," I said.

	He didn't have to reply, I could see the excitement on his face. He
began to move in and out, not quickly but in a steady rhythm that excited
us both. His face hovered above my chest, his eyes closed as he
concentrated on the feelings. I groaned with contentment and he smiled,
feeling my pleasure as well.

	His cock may have been only five inches long, but he knew how to
use it. The steady in and out was varied with total penetration and then he
ground his pubes against my butt with a circular motion. I guess he had
seen that in the film, but I sure appreciated how good it felt.

	My cock had gone limp and I reached down to begin stroking
it. Chris felt my hardness return and leaned down, trapping it with his
body. The rubbing it received made me remove the hand; Chris' motions would
take care of it. His eyes opened, and I saw passion glaze them over as he
felt his body reacting to the feelings.

	His tempo increased, rubbing my prostate at a faster rate and
sending thrills through my body. "Yes...oh, yes," I moaned. His head went
back, and then thrashed forward, tossing his hair almost in my face. He was
getting close....and so was I.

	"Uh...ahhh...yes," he groaned, pumping faster still. I could feel
his balls slapping my rear end and that turned me on so much I began to
feel the surge start deep inside. His belly was rubbing my cock so well it
was like a constant tickle developing in me...I needed to cum.

	I felt the contractions begin and my sphincter tightened around his
cock. That drove him crazy; he was banging onto me like a
jackhammer. "Ahhh...Oh...Gary... God...Gary...oh,yeah " he groaned. I felt
my cock spasm between us, spraying our skin with cum. That did it, Chris
gave a groan and I felt his warmth fill my gut as he came.

	His motion slowed as I felt his cock throb, giving up the last
spurts of his seed and then he fell forward, lying on my chest and forcing
his cock to slide out of me. I regretted that, I wanted to feel him inside.

	He lay panting and I could feel the excited rhythm of his heart
beating...or was it mine? I lowered my legs, pulling him up onto my body so
I could kiss his face and neck. We lay there, hearts pounding, blood
pumping and steeped in the afterglow of a successful encounter.

	"That was wonderful," I finally said.

	"Yeah," he murmured.

	"You did that just right,"" I said. "Gonna make a bottom out of me
yet, huh?"

	Chris giggled and then raised his head. "Nope...I'm gonna take that
spot real soon."

	"I'll love it no matter how we do it...you really did all the right
things."

	"Dunno, I just went with the feelings," Chris said. "I wanted to
make you feel good."

	"Well you can do that any time you want, I promise."

	"It felt so much better without the condom...was that OK?"

	"Sweetie, long as you and I are committed to one another it will be
fine. I would never have sex with anyone else with you in my life, which
keeps you safe. You ever feel the urge to have sex with someone else just
use a condom and I'll stay safe."

	Chris frowned. "I would never...why would you even think I might
cheat on you?"

	"I'm not saying you will. But you will break a lot of hearts in the
next few years; a lot of guys will want to love you."

	"No never, I'm yours alone and that's the way I want it," Chris
said. "Can we shower again?"

	"Yes, we have a little clean up to do. Someone squirted a gallon of
cum in my butt," I laughed.

	'Oh God, it felt so awesome, I didn't think I'd ever stop
squirting."

	I smiled. "I love turning you on like that. It makes you glow when
you get sexy."

	We got up and I sat on the toilet while Chris climbed in the
shower. Such a happy boy, and I wasn't sure which one of us I meant.

	The evening was spent close to the hotel. Chris and I checked out
the boat, doing a little cleanup work in preparation for the trip. We
stripped the beds and gathered up the loose towels, handing them over to
the dock boys for the laundry. I unreeled the hose on the dock and we
washed down the decks and woodwork, Chris carefully polishing the bright
work behind me to prevent spotting.

	I called home and got Max on the phone. It seems they had a bit of
water damage in the back yard but nothing serious. I put Chris on the phone
and they talked about the birds and our trip. It was good to see Chris so
animated, so interested in Max and the family we had quickly become. Having
him around the house would be a blessing and might just brighten our dull
little lives.

	Before we knew it the sun was setting, dinner had been forgotten
until then but I solved the issue, I took him out on the town. There wasn't
much around the hotel, a small shopping district, a movie theatre and
several restaurants. But we had fun, ending back in the hotel room to watch
a movie on cable. Chris suggested a porn film until I mentioned they would
all be straight...what did he expect?

	So we lay on the bed and watched a Rambo film, the third or forth
one...did it matter? With guns blazing, Rambo vanquished the bad guys and
Chris laughed at how real they made it look when we knew it was all so
fake.

	"We might be having lunch with Miguel's father tomorrow," I said.

	"Oh...me too?"

	"Yeah, the whole family. Miguel thinks that will present a good
image."

	"Yeah," Chris said. "I wonder how Miguel kept himself secret all
this time. I bet he doesn't date any guys here."

	"I'm sure you're right, it must be difficult for him."

	"So, when we gonna find out about my mom...I almost asked Max if he
knew anything," Chris said.

	"It takes time, we'll know something soon. Then we can get you
enrolled in school and you can start to make some new friends. Do you like
school?"

	"I don't mind, learning new stuff is fun. I had some pretty dumb
teachers the past few years. But I kept my grades up and did my
homework. Mom never helped me, Gary...she didn't want to."

	"I've never asked about your home life, Chris...I didn't want to
upset you."

	"Well you can ask anything you want. I don't want to go back there
ever again."

	"You never really knew much about your father, did you?" I asked.

	"I was a baby when he left. Mom says he was just some guy she was
living with, nobody special. I gave up thinkin about him a long time ago,
he never cared about me so why should I bother."

	"No other family, no relatives you know about?"

	Chris sighed. "I met my mom's sister, my aunt. I was like eight or
nine the last time I saw her, they live in Texas I think. All mom ever did
was work crappy jobs and drink. She would bring home a few guys but they
never stayed around for long. I always did pretty much what I wanted, like
partying and coming home at two in the morning."

	I smiled over at him. "My lucky day," I said. "I was thinkin that
maybe we could be nice to your mom and help her. If she's willing to get
off the booze, I could help her get a house near her sister if she
wants. All that depends on how she feels about giving me control over you."

	Chris looked intrigued. "You want to help her...but why?"

	"I know her life sucks and she made yours pretty miserable too. But
she's still your mom and if we offer her the chance to change her life for
the better...well, maybe someday you might want to see her again when
you're grown."

	Chris frowned. "Maybe, she did work to feed me and give us a place
to live, and she never hurt me. I just think she was so sad all the time
because her life sucked."

	"People get depressed, Chris. Then their life seems impossible to
change no matter what they do. I think you'll feel better about her...and
me for that matter, if we help her get a better life."

	"You really are a nice person, but I already knew that," Chris
said. "I guess you're right, I would feel bad if something happened to
her."

	"Then we'll make it happen. I believe anyone can change given the
chance to make the right choices in their lives."

	Chris smiled. "So you thought if you gave me a choice I would turn
out gay just so you could be my Daddy?" He giggled and that turned into
outright laughter. "Damn, I think you had me figured out all along."

	I shook my head. "No way, I just got lucky. Doesn't mean every cute
blonde boy I pick up walking along the road is gonna turn out that way."

	Chris jumped on me, pinning my arms to the mattress. "You better
not be picking up any strange boys ever again, mister. You got me, you
don't need another boy?"

	"Yeah, I have you...but what if I wear you out, I might need a
replacement?"

	"No way, I am gonna wear you out first," Chris laughed. He leaned
down for a kiss and within seconds I felt his cock poking me in the
stomach. Maybe he was right, I would wear out first. He suddenly stood up
on the bed and dropped his shorts and boxers. From my vantage point his sex
seemed huge as he stood over me and fondled himself.

	"So Daddy, what you wanna do tonight?"

	I unsnapped my shorts and pushed them off along with my
underwear. Chris looked down at my erection and smiled. "I want you to fuck
me," he said, and I knew he meant that I had better succeed this time.

	I had him lay down and I once again lubed my fingers and worked on
stretching him out. This phase was critical, not only to ease the pain of
my entry but to make certain I didn't damage that most sensitive
tissue. Yes, there would be pain, at least until his body understood what
it needed to do, which was relax. A hard thing to do when something big was
trying to intrude in your most private of areas.

	Chris smiled up at me as I worked my fingers in and out, turning my
wrist and probing every angle I could reach. I hesitated, that third finger
would tell the tale...was he up for it?

	"This will probably hurt a bit, sorry sweetie," I said.

	"Try it, let me see what happens."

	I backed my hand away and added a third finger to the line. Slowly
I worked my way back in and saw a moment of discomfort cross the boy's
face. I finally managed to gain entrance and worked my wrist motion again.

	"God...that feels huge," Chris groaned.

	"Does it hurt...tell me if I hurt you?"

	"A little pain, but that's gone." He laughed," I just feel
stuffed."

	"I think you've opened up a good bit more, it might just work," I
said.

	"Then fuck me, Gary...please." He wanted it, who was I to say no?
We would make the attempt, but Chris would decide the outcome. I had him
roll over and then I lay down in his place, my cock pointed at the ceiling
and coated with lube.

	"Climb aboard, Chris. This is the best position for your first
time." He got what I wanted in a hurry and sat down on my stomach. "Now
rise up and just sit down on it very slowly. You will control the speed and
depth; just don't be in a hurry. I won't move an inch until you feel
comfortable."

	I held my cock up as Chris reached back and spread his butt cheeks
which were gleaming with a coating of lube. It was slippery down there and
he slid off target a few times and then paused. My cock was at the
door...would it open wide enough?

	I felt his hole push against my cock as Chris took a breath and let
it out. "Relax sweetie...just relax." I said. And he moved down, his hole
spreading wide. I saw the facial expressions change, from nervous tension
to pain and then to awe as I slowly slid inside of him. His sphincter
closed around the head of my cock and he paused, but I was inside of him
now.

	"God, Gary...it hurts and burns...but not so bad," he said between
clenched teeth.

	"Take a deep breath and relax, go slow and let a bit more of it
in," I said. "We have all the time in the world for this."

	Chris breathed in and out, puffing his cheeks as he slid down a bit
more. Then he giggled and gasped as the motion made him slide down ever
further. "God...it feels like a telephone pole in my butt."

	"So complain to the phone company not me," I suggested.

	Chris laughed and accidentally slipped down further. "Oh God, it's
huge...how much more to go?"

	"You don't have to take it all, but you're halfway there."

	"Half? Now you tell me, I wanted to take it all."

	"You're in charge, sweetie...it your choice."

	Chris sat down a little more and gasped at the fullness. I knew he
needed a change of pace. "Why don't you push up and back off a bit, it will
give your muscles a chance to relax."

	"OK."

	Chris pushed up and I withdrew a few inches. He groaned at the
change and stopped. "That helps...my legs are getting tired."

	Yes, he was holding his weight in a most unnatural position, we had
to change around. "Pull off, sweetie, we'll change positions."

	He slid up and off, gasping as my cock popped past his sphincter
once again and fell out. "Oh...I miss it now," he giggled.

	"We can stop and try another day..." I suggested

	"No...Let's go on."

	I had Chris lie on his back and raise his legs. This was my
preferred position anyway. I could watch his face and judge my movements
now. I pressed into him and he gasped as I popped through his sphincter.

	"Slow....slowly." He knew I was in control; it was up to me not to
hurt him.

	I pushed back inside until we were back to the same point, only now
I slid deeper and then moved back out until only the head of my cock
remained in him. Again the slide in and back out. My eyes never left his
face, but the look of pain was gone, in its place I saw desire.

	I kept repeating the movement, pausing to allow his body to
adjust. I would ejaculate long before I reached any passionate speed this
time around. No, this was about learning not passion. My movements would
inspire him to want more, his body would remember my size and continually
adjust to it.

	In and out, pause...taking thirty seconds for each cycle. Chris'
eyes were blazing with passion now. He was being fucked and I knew he was
enjoying it.  I didn't penetrate him fully, just far enough to engage his
prostate in our fun. His cock was a soft noodle of flesh, but as I felt my
own impending orgasm start to rise I grasped his cock and began a slow
stroking.

	"Oh God...hmmm...ahh that feels sooooo good," Chris moaned.

	I increased my in and out a bit, advancing the speed with a feel
for my impending climax and his. Chris was tossing his head back and forth
on the pillow, his mouth open, eyes closed and gasping for air. I was near,
just seconds away from a major cum. I slid in a bit deeper, and Chris went
crazy with long rumbling groan, he wanted it all but I wouldn't hurt him.

	His cock was swelling, he was gonna blow and he gave out a mighty
grunt as he spurt out a huge blast of seed. I felt my balls give in to the
feelings, the rush of pressure through my cock and I filled Chris with my
orgasm. It felt like I would never stop cumming.

	The boy was panting like he had just run a mile flat out...I smiled
as I saw his eyes come to focus on me. They still burned with passion as I
am sure did mine...we were so much in love.

	"Oh God...that was...I don't know what to say," Chris began, and
then he giggled. "I have been fucked."

	"You still are," I said, moving my cock a little.

	"Oh...oh...don't pull out...please," Chris moaned. "I love you in
there. Now I get it."

	"Yeah...you do," I said. We both gazed at one another as my cock
softened. Chris winced as it slid out. I lay down beside him and we hugged,
lips pressed together. I rolled him on top as we continued kissing; I would
never stop kissing him.

	"Mmfph," he said, and pulled his lips from mine. "Your sperms are
coming back out of me." He laughed and I got up to fetch a wash cloth. I
wiped him and suggested he might go sit on the toilet for a minute. He made
a dash for the bathroom and I heard him fart.

	"Ewww...messy," Chris exclaimed. Another fart followed by
laughter. The boy was having fun. Fart.

	I joined him after he flushed the toilet and we stepped in the
shower. He went straight for the soap and washed my cock

	"I made it dirty, but I wouldn't have you do it any other way. I
felt you cum in me, Gary, I really felt it. Now I know how you felt this
afternoon. Wow, that was only a few hours ago. But it was so cool knowing a
part of you was inside me. I love you."

	I stared at him with wonder. Five days since we met and our lives
had taken such a wonderful turn, we were in love. Just to feel and touch
him like this, to have him be so completely comfortable with me, washing my
cock after I had taken his virginity...did it ever get better than this?

	Chris must have read my mind. "So I'm not virgin
anymore...cool. None of my friends would believe I just lost my virginity
to a guy."

	"Would you tell them if you could?" I asked.

	"No way, they wouldn't understand me... or us. If that's what gay
feels like then I wanna be gay all the time."

	I looked at him and Chris suddenly seemed to realize what he'd
said. "I'm gay...for real."

	"Welcome to the club," I said. "How does your bottom feel?"

	"A little sore, but I still feel all tingly inside, that's the best
part. I never would have thought that big cock of yours would fit inside
me, but it did. Now you know we're gonna do that a lot more times, huh?"

	"Yes sweetie. I know what happens when a boy discovers how good it
feels, you'll want it all the time. But I'm still big enough to hurt you
and that means we'll have to take it easy for a while."

	Chris grinned. "I'll still let you suck me, we have that deal...but
you can have my butt anytime you need sex."

	We flipped through the cable channels and caught the late news. The
storm in Florida was moving up the coast, the Keys had suffered only minor
damage. Storm season was tricky this time of year, if anything I would keep
an eye on the Atlantic. There seemed to be another one right behind this
one. Sometimes one followed the other and I didn't want to be caught
unawares.

	Chris snuggled up to me as we watched the beginning of another
movie. I knew he was tired; his body had just been through an exhausting
ordeal. He had cleared that hurdle quite well and it had opened his eyes to
the possibility of his gay feelings. If he was anything like the other boys
I'd slept with, he would be demanding for the next several weeks. OK, that
was just fine by me.




Chapter Six

	I awoke with the sun once again, an old habit that was hard to
break. Chris slept on even when I slid out of bed to empty my bladder. I
looked down at my manhood and wondered how the boy had managed to take it
all, but the answer was simple, he had wanted to.

	Someday his cock would be fully grown. From what I saw between his
legs he might just top my eight inches in a few years. But he would thicken
before then and I would enjoy the feel of that added girth inside me. Yes,
I had to be there when it happened, I really needed him.

	I ordered up breakfast from room service to allow Chris some
extended sack time. It was glorious to see him at peace and know I had
brought him this far. He seemed to like my idea about taking care of his
mom in a gentle way, let's hope she was willing to cooperate.

	I still had to provide Chris with a normal life, even if it was Key
West style. He needed friends his own age and school was the best place to
find them. Hanging out with adults all the time would rob him of that
childhood sweetness I so admired. I sipped my coffee and gazed down at his
smooth clean face. Moments like this were to be savored, like kisses and
good wine.

	It was almost nine when I heard a tapping on the door adjoining
Jerry's room. I threw the lock and opened it a crack.

	"You awake?" Jerry asked.

	"Yeah, Chris is still asleep, but come in."

	He sat with me by the window and had a coffee. "Miguel went home
early, we have that lunch at one today," Jerry said.

	"You worried?" I asked.

	"Not really," he smiled, "I know how smooth you are." He looked
over at Chris.  "He's sleeping kinda late...busy night?"

	"You know I don't tell tales, ask him yourself when he wakes up."

	"Miguel used two condoms on me last night, it was awesome."

	"I'm sure he felt the same way, I'm surprised you can walk," I
laughed.

	"Oh he sure knows how to make me happy, Gary. I can't wait for some
time with him on the boat."

	"Yeah, I was thinking about pulling up anchor on Friday. That storm
got me thinking, maybe we best get on with this in case something else
blows in."

	"Everything good at home?" he asked. Jerry knew I would call.

	"Yeah, Max says they're fine...just tons of water and a little
wind. So what do we wear for this lunch, are we going to the palace to see
the king?"

	Jerry laughed. "No, he's coming here, we'll eat downstairs...a
private dining room I believe, Miguel knows about it. He'll be back at
eleven."

	Chris stirred in the bed, our laughter had awakened him. The boy
sat up and smiled. "I was just dreaming that I got fucked last
night...oops, that was no dream." He started laughing at the look of
surprise on my face. Little brat couldn't wait to tell Jerry.

	Jerry grinned. "So, how did you like it little brother?"

	"Awesome...I wanna do it again right now."

	Jerry laughed. "Someone's created a little monster. Glad he's your
problem."

	I smiled. "He's no problem, but we might run out of lube...and then
I would have to use fish oil."

	"Ewww," Chris said as he bounded out of bed.

	"Nice show," Jerry said looking at Chris' naked body and the
morning erection he sported. The boy blushed and ran for the bathroom.

	"I'm glad he got past that hurdle," Jerry said.

	"He just had to have it, says he's gay now."

	"Oh? That was fast, you believe him?"

	"Hmm, I don't know yet. I better have my pants pressed before
lunch. I hope the mayor doesn't wear a suit, but I expect he will."

	"I don't know how Miguel does it without his family knowing. He
does have other gay friends but the two I met don't act silly about it,"
Jerry said.

	"You don't have to act feminine to be gay; we both like our men to
act like men."

	"Yeah. So what's the plan for the rest of the trip? Three days out
and three back like last time?"

	"Something like that," I said. "As I said, depends on the
weather. Does Miguel have the time off from work?"

	"I think so. Mr. Alvarez seems to like me, and of course he asked
all about you," Jerry said.

	"Oh? What did he want to know?"

	"Business, that kind of thing. Oh, and I said mom died when I was
little, the same story we put together last year."

	"Good, guess I better let Chris in on that little fantasy after he
gets out of the shower. I think if his mother allows me...I am going to
adopt him," I said.

	"Wow, now that's a commitment...good for you," Jerry said. He
smiled, "I think he needs that. Remember, we talked about you doing that
with me but it didn't become necessary." He smiled. "You'll always be more
than a father to me, Gary."

	"Thank you. We have been pretty successful as a family, haven't
we?"

	"Yeah, Max makes a great mother. He seems to enjoy it."

	"Hmm, he had a lot of practice with me growing up...but yes, he's
the motherly type."

	Chris stuck his head out of the bathroom. "Hey, you showering or
not?"

	Jerry laughed. "You better get in there. I have my own shower to
take so I'll come back over in a while." He left and I joined Chris in the
bathroom.

	Just after eleven, Miguel returned to Jerry's room and they came
over to join us. I pulled out a map of the Yucatan and we discussed the
upcoming trip. Miguel had been to Merida on the west coast and even as far
as Villahermosa which was further west. Traveling by land in some of the
rough countryside had not been pleasant he informed us.

	"Making a trip in your boat will be luxurious," Miguel said.

	"I want us to have plenty of time to explore the coast and dive
whenever we find something interesting. There have been shipwrecks in that
area for hundreds of years and the coral is just beautiful. But both those
things also make diving dangerous, so I want to check things out carefully
before we go all out."

	"Maybe we can find an old pirate ship full of gold," Chris said.

	Jerry laughed. "I thought that too, there was nothing but rusty
fishing boats where we went."

	"Chris and I will stick to snorkeling most of the time. That will
give you guys a chance to use the scuba gear. I'll check all three of you
out on the equipment; it's pretty easy in shallow water."

	The phone in our room rang just before one o'clock. The desk clerk
said that Mr. Alvarez had arrived and was looking forward to our
luncheon. I guess that meant we needed to get downstairs right away. Miguel
led the boys and I followed.

	Mayors were pretty important people in the Mexican scheme of
things. A person had to be a tough politician and a savvy
businessman. Mr. Alvarez administered an important port city, and I was
sure the connection to Cancun made him quite the business leader as well.

	Miguel led us past the entrance to the restaurant and down a side
hallway to a set of doors. The room was decorated for private parties and
weddings, complete with it's own bar. Now the room was bare except for a
large round table, flower arrangements and hovering waiters. A
distinguished looking man in his early forties stood as we entered. One
look told me this was Miguel's father; their features were that much
alike. And to my surprise and delight, he wasn't wearing a suit at all.

	"Mr. Alvarez...or should I say, Mr. Mayor? So nice to finally meet
you," I said.

	He shook my hand with a large smile. "Mr. Lewis...please, I am
Eduardo."

	"Gary," I said in return. Good, a first name basis was much more
comfortable.  "And this is Jerry, whom you've met I believe, and my
youngest, Chris."

	Eduardo shook hands with both boys, smiling at Chris who looked
just a little overwhelmed at meeting such an important man.

	"Please, shall we be seated," Eduardo said.

	He and I sat with Chris between us and the other two sat further
around the circle. The waiters hovered and drinks were served before
Eduardo began to talk.

	"Miguel says you have sailed here from Key West, a small distance
but a nice journey I imagine."

	"Yes, Jerry was down here with me last year, but this is Chris'
first trip to your country."

	"And how do you like Mexico?" Eduardo asked, addressing Chris.

	"It's just fine. I love sailing and we had some great excitement on
the trip down."

	We all listened as Chris described catching the tuna and the
encounter with the waterspout. Eduardo listened carefully and exclaimed in
wonder as the story ended.

	"Yes, it sounds exciting...you have done very well, a noble
sailor." Chris liked the sound of that and smiled.

	"At least we were fortunate that the tropical storm tracked north,
we had some pretty severe weather last year," I said. "But Jerry is quite
the sailor now; he knows how to handle the boat."

	"And Miguel wishes to learn of all things nautical," Eduardo
said. "I went fishing on the sea as a child. All those romantic notions of
childhood about pirates and great sea beasts swimming around in my head."
He laughed, "But my uncle was a fisherman, to him it was a business and I
worked very hard for those small moments of pleasure."

	"It does take a strong mind to deal with nature and the ocean can
be very harsh if you don't stay focused. But I'm a recreational sailor too;
I enjoy the pleasures of your coastal waters."

	"Miguel says you have sailed the Atlantic, this is true?"

	"Several times in fact, I went to Italy last year and Greece the
year before," I said.

	"In such a small boat as this? Is it not dangerous?" Eduardo asked.

	"Yes, there is an element of risk in a small boat. But I always
take an experienced crew and make plans in case of emergency. Sailing is
something I grew up with; I have a great affection for the power of nature
and the sea. I served in our Navy for almost seven years."

	"That explains much, but you are a businessman now...may I ask,
what is your work?" Eduardo was being cautious, fishing for my business
connections.

	"My partner Max and I are in business security, and it's mainly
technical computer programming and business systems recovery. I have
contracts with many clients, most of whom would not like to be recognized."

	Eduardo laughed. "Yes, mistakes are costly but someone has to pick
up the pieces. I hope it is profitable."

	I laughed in return. "Very," I replied.

	It seems Eduardo had already ordered the lunch and we dined on
spicy chicken, sizzling steak morsels and a half dozen vegetables. Not a
light meal, but then the boys packed it away as boys always do.

	The rest of our conversation was light. I mentioned meeting Ricardo
during my first visit and Eduardo let on that he did considerable business
with the man and his friends. Tourism was a wonderful thing for the area
and a small number of local business leaders. To say they were the local
mafia might be a bit strong, but I knew they were all involved in some
shady dealings.

	Eduardo would not be where he was if he didn't have friends in
higher places, and I didn't mean government connections. Miguel would not
know about any of this, but I did...it was part of my business to know
things. Max's connections had given us an overview of such things on a
country by country basis. Mexico might be lagging behind on the world stage
but there was an element here that was trying very hard to catch up.

	The Mexican government had several faces, and not all of them
nice. The drug cartels here and further south had infiltrated and bribed
their way around, bringing a lot of officials into their pockets. Not that
I thought Eduardo was corrupt, I would have no way of knowing that. Miguel
was the reason we were here.

	After lunch the boys took a walk out around the pool while Eduardo
and I had coffee in comfortable chairs by the broad windows overlooking the
beach.

	"My son is very enthusiastic in his friendship with your
Jerry. Like many teenagers he has this fascination with your country in all
aspects." This was Eduardo's opening salvo.

	"It is his wish to attend university in Florida and I think this
would be good for him. He is my oldest and with him gone I believe his
brother and sister will become stronger persons. It is not a criticism, but
Miguel is such a strong headed boy...or I should say man. He has not seemed
like a boy in a very long time. Is this true of your son?"

	I smiled. "Jerry came into his own last year, Eduardo. Emotionally
he took charge of his life quite early, not long after the death of his
mother."

	"Miguel has told me of your loss. It must be difficult to raise two
so young by yourself. And you have not married again?"

	I sighed, playing the story out. "I am married to my business
unfortunately; she takes all my spare time. Keeping a family together is
demanding, but I have enjoyed every moment of our time together. These
trips have brought us closer together and allowed me to judge their
character. The small moments of danger we encounter tell me a lot about how
well they will deal with life. I have confidence in Jerry's abilities;
Chris is still a work in progress."

	"Such is the task of fatherhood," Eduardo said. "I believe his
friendship with Jerry will do them both much good. I have already decided
to allow him to leave when he wishes, and if he chooses to attend
university near your home I would ask that you keep an eye on him for me."

	"Most certainly, he will be welcome in my house at any time," I
said.

	"The United States Navy did not teach you to sail in small boats,
this I am sure. What did you learn as a sailor?"

	I smiled. "Communications...security...top secret, that's about all
I can say. There are people in my government that still keep track of all
of us in that branch of service. I suppose I should have known that someone
would be following me for the rest of my life after I got involved
with...but that wasn't your question, I'm sorry. I learned to sail as a
small boy; there is salt water in my blood."

	It was his turn to smile. "The sea has placed its mark upon your
face as well; I will always know a sailor when I see one. I would give
anything to just escape on a boat like yours and find peace upon the ocean,
but this is not possible. I am facing the election again this winter, and
I'm not sure I wish to continue a political life."

	"It must be difficult, too many demanding hours...I sure couldn't
do it," I said.

	"And I must, there are too many issues at play in this state. The
resort has attracted so many people I do not desire to have as friends. But
it is business, and we both know that it is unavoidable." Eduardo
smiled...a sad smile.

	"Then I am fortunate, I can choose my partners and associates," I
said. "My father invested wisely when he was alive, I have the benefit of
that wisdom. I may just retire when the boys are grown, they will never
have to worry."

	"Ricardo said you were a wealthy man and that you could choose not
to work. I would wish that on myself someday, someday soon so that I can
still enjoy life while I feel young."

	"Our children keep us young, Eduardo."

	"Yes...yes they do," he agreed. "It is unfortunate, but I must
go. I am sure Miguel will be safe in your hands this week. It is an honor
that you will explore the best my state has to offer during your trip. I
must consider buying a sailboat such as yours; it would give me great
pleasure to escape on such a trip."

	We both stood and shook hands. That's when I noticed two men
waiting for him by the door. They had the unmistakable look of cops, or
bodyguards. I imagined that a politician in his position must have a lot of
friends, and enemies as well. Eduardo turned and waved as he left. It had
been a good meeting, Miguel would be glad to know what his father thought.

	And one day Eduardo would discover his son's sexuality and remember
our conversation...and the things I had not told him. But Miguel would be a
grown man by then and the father would chose to support his son or
not. Jerry might be a part of Miguel's life then, it was too soon to
tell. Now they were boys, mere kids playing at love and discovering their
boundaries in life.

	In some way I felt sorry for Eduardo, he was trapped in his
political dealings and had said as much. He hadn't glossed over the issue
of dealing with less than upright citizens in his career as mayor, I
respected that. Maybe down the road I would seek his friendship as I had
with Ricardo. That would have to be qualified by how he dealt with his gay
son. That day of discovery would come. His reaction would tell me much
about the man behind that political face.

	The boys returned and I got nothing but questions and refused to
say anything right out in public. We adjourned to my room where I laid it
all out.

	"Trip is on, your father trusts me to bring you back in one piece
it seems. But he had a lot more to say, and this you will like even
better." I smiled at Miguel, enjoying my moment of privileged
knowledge. "Your father is going to send you to Florida for school."

	Those words released a torrent of emotion in both Miguel and
Jerry. They danced around the room with joy as Chris and I stood, gazing
with amusement at their antics. But it was Miguel who broke off first,
rushing towards me to be embraced with tears of joy in his eyes.

	"You did this, Gary...you have made my life possible." Miguel's hug
was so sincere, so loving. If anything, I now seemed to have another gay
son on hand. Jerry came over and added his arms to Miguel's.

	"God, Gary...you did it," he said.

	I looked into his eyes and saw the excitement of what had
transpired. He would get his chance with Miguel now, a chance to love
someone for a long time. It would test them both, it would validate their
feelings. I was happy for him. It's what a father should do for his son.

	Chris watched us share the good feelings, knowing that Jerry would
now have a boyfriend to love even after we returned to Key West. I wanted
to tell him that this is what I did, that as boys were the focus of my life
I would always do whatever I could to make their lives happy.

	Jerry and Miguel soon left, probably to discuss the future and
share a little spit. I turned to Chris and was puzzled by the look on his
face.

	"What's on your mind, sweetie?"

	He sighed. "I was thinkin that if Jerry has Miguel around then he
won't wanna spend time with me."

	I pulled Chris into my lap and kissed his cheek. "I think you have
that 'glass is half empty' attitude, but I think you're wrong. Now you have
a Mexican brother to share, Miguel will not allow Jerry to ignore you. They
will become like their own little family, sorta like you and me...and we
have Max and Shelby too, remember?"

	"Yeah, I guess. Things change a lot, don't they?"

	"Yes...change is good. Jerry is growing up; this is his first real
boyfriend. He needs to explore the feelings he has now with Miguel. If they
get together at home then their lives will be about so many more things
than just sex, it will be exciting to watch."

	"Miguel's father still doesn't know. Will he be angry when he finds
out?" Chris asked. Figures my boy would go right to the heart of the
matter, but then he was bright.

	"I just don't know. My father couldn't handle it so I know some men
feel threatened by having a gay son. I hope he's a bigger man than that," I
said.

	"And if he doesn't, what will Miguel do?"

	"That's why he has us, sweetie...we'll have to invite him into our
family."

	Chris smiled. "Yeah, that would be cool. He'd really need us then."
He kissed me on the lips and squirmed in my lap. The little brat was trying
to arouse me...and succeeding. I pulled away.

	"What...now?"

	Chris nodded. I guess it was time for our afternoon nap, only
neither of us would get any sleep. But he was right, I had been thinking
about last night ever since I woke up this morning.

	His bottom was so tight I didn't know how my cock fit in there. But
here we were doing it again and Chris was just as excited. This time I came
and pulled away, taking his cock in my mouth for a little dessert. I barely
made contact when he groaned and shot off a huge load.

	I had watched the progression his body made during sex. He would be
one of those boys that reached orgasm during anal sex. The stimulation
alone would bring him off even without touching his cock. I considered that
a gift, it meant that he was totally committed to the act.

	We lay panting afterwards, his body atop mine so I could feel his
heart beating. There were moments in the last twenty-four hours when I
noticed him looking at me with love in his eyes. It gave me such a thrill
to know he was thinking about us. And I intended to enjoy ever blessed
minute.

	I had enjoyed watching Jerry and Miguel make the connection. But
how many men had fallen in love with a boy only to have them grow out of
the relationship? It had happened to me and it had hurt, sometime more than
others. I didn't feel hurt by Jerry because we'd been open and honest about
our feelings. But what if it happened with Chris?

	There was always the chance that he would grow up, meet someone
else, leave me behind. Saying that he was gay wasn't the issue he thought
it was, acting on that feeling was. There could be someone like Miguel out
there right now, waiting, watching for the chance to steal him away from
me. It wasn't just a paranoid feeling I had, it was a glimpse at reality.

	He was dependent on me now and my greatest joy would be to help him
grow into a man and lose that dependence. It was madness to think I could
keep him forever if he didn't want to stay. But in helping him grow and
develop I was my own worst enemy. I would become a basket case if I let
those feelings overtake me.

	I had the love of this boy now, but he would be the one to choose
what happened in the future. And no matter what the choice, no matter how
his life brought changes to our relationship, I would always love him for
what had been.

	As if sensing my deep thoughts, Chris raised his head from my chest
and smiled. That loving smile made my heart beat faster and brought
laughter to my mind.

	"I love you, Daddy...you're the best."

	There was my epitaph; I could die a happy man.

	With less than twenty-four hours remaining to prepare for our trip,
I took Chris shopping once again. Food, beverages and of course...more
condoms. If Jerry and Miguel were going to be consistent, then I would need
to purchase a truckload of condoms. The guy behind the counter gave me a
wink, little did he know.

	I gave Miguel a real list of things to bring, all joking aside. If
we went ashore to dine or even seek the comfort of a hotel with plenty of
hot water for the night, he would need clothes. I knew it would be more
interesting to have a native speaker along this time Maybe he would help us
learn the local customs.

	I had wanted this trip to be fun, but along the way I had hoped it
might also be educational. So many of our northern comrades never left the
country or learned anything about other peoples. That only served prejudice
and ignorance, things I just wouldn't tolerate in my boys. Miguel was a
bonus, and not just for Jerry.

	The night was uneventful...as if any night spent with a horny
fourteen year old could ever qualify for that title. Miguel had come to
stay over with Jerry so that we might get an early jump start. The boat was
packed and ready, the tanks topped off. Now all we had to do was rest up
and then sail away.

	The advanced weather forecast for the region was calm seas and
little major rain in the days ahead. The local climate could be quite hot
at times in summer and I hoped we would get a least some local showers to
cool us down. But I was mindful of the weather patterns flowing off the
west coat of Africa, hurricanes developed that way.

	We had spent an hour reviewing the charts for the coastline
ahead. I had marked the known areas of danger such as underwater rocks,
shoals and shallow water. I was determined that all the boys be made aware
of these issues, they would be part of the watch.

	Dawn came and I was awake with Chris snuggled up tight. I tickled
him awake and we hit the shower. Jerry must have heard us because he
knocked on the door soon as we got dried off, they would be ready
shortly. Bless their hearts...room service brought us the quick breakfast
I'd asked for the night before. A coffee or two later we were ready to
leave.

	The docks were quiet as Jerry cast off and I started the
motor. Miguel sat on the stern bench and watched us work the boat; he would
help out soon enough. I took us out beyond the boats at anchor and we set
sail. There was just a hint of humidity in the air but an offshore breeze
and we soon hit fourteen knots, a respectable speed.

	The wind patterns along the tip of the Yucatan were fickle at best;
we would have to head out and then tack back to round the peninsula. I
showed Miguel how the wind affected our direction of travel and explained
how the only way a sailboat could reach the intended destination was by
tacking back and forth.

	Two hours later we rounded the point and headed west along the
coast. I slowed us down and began watching the charts. Jerry took the bow
with Miguel to keep watch in these shallower waters. Chris manned the
wheel, his favorite chore. It was heating up out here and the clothes
started coming off.

	To his credit, Miguel didn't hesitate and was soon standing his
watch quite naked with Jerry at his side. I saw Chris leaning this way and
that to get a view of the boy's ass and I must say the view was
spectacular. Jerry must have noticed Chris' activities and said something
to Miguel. They both laughed and looked back at us.

	Miguel resolved the issue by turning around and brazenly walking
back to the deck house. He stood in front of Chris and allowed the boy to
perv his body. Then he turned to me, giving Chris the butt view and asked
me if I wanted some water. It seems Jerry was thirsty.

	I laughed and told him to bring a bottle up from the galley. He
smiled; glancing at my various parts and then went below. It was good to
have an all gay crew like this; we could amuse one another so
easily. Amazingly enough Chris didn't sport a stiffie from the sighting.

	Miguel returned and offered Chris a drink. They laughed together
before he went back forward.

	"Horn dog," I said.

	"You looked too. Yeah, well it was nice to get that out of my head,
now I won't stare unless he jumps on Jerry right in front of me."

	I laughed. "You hope, huh?"

	Chris returned the laugh. "Yeah, it's all I live for...not."

	"Hey...submerged object on the port bow," Jerry called out. I had
Chris ease us starboard a few points and went up to look.  There was
something down there all right, Jerry had good eyes. Might have been a
wreck in the past year or so. It wasn't on the charts so I made a note in
the program and an 'x' appeared where the GPS said we were. The program
would eventually be downloaded to a web site and my mark would appear on
any charts as something new to be warned about.

	"Now you know why we keep a watch this close to shore," I told
Miguel. He nodded in understanding and went back to stand with Jerry. They
made a cute couple and I could see what fueled Jerry's desires. Miguel had
a dark patch of curly pubes surrounding a long thick cock. Maybe not as
long as mine but with that girth it would feel like a pole. Jerry enjoyed a
sizable cock in his rear, always had. Miguel certainly wouldn't disappoint
him there.

	Their bodies were built much the same, but Miguel was shorter in
height. I preferred a smaller body, thus Chris was just about my perfect
playmate. To each his own, but I would have to adapt as Chris grew
taller. Somehow I didn't think that would be an issue.

	Off to the south was a string of tiny islands spreading off the tip
of the peninsula and heading west. The year before we had stopped here,
anchoring the boat in the lee of several islands. There had been coral
galore to see and many dozens of species of brightly colored fish. It might
be only noon, but this would be a good chance to sort out the diving gear
and learn how to secure the boat as a group project.

	I guided Chris as he pointed us towards the spot I chose. Jerry
kept a close watch on the bottom and called out when he saw it start to
rise. I had Miguel help me lower the sails and Jerry dropped the forward
anchor. The boat swung on its leash and when it was completely turned the
chain went taunt. I dropped the stern anchor.

	Miguel smiled. "You work well as a team," he said.

	"It's a necessity, what affects one affects us all. Jerry and I
anchored here last year. Over that way is a large coral reef with lots of
color, and the fish are amazing. Only one rule, touch nothing...and I mean
nothing. There are some poisonous fish out there, pretty and deadly. And
the coral is fragile. We don't take souvenirs on my boat."

	"Unless it's pirate gold, then we take it all, right?" Chris piped
in.

	Jerry laughed. "Yeah, you can keep all the gold you find down
there. I dove all over this place and never saw a thing."

	"My eyes are better than yours," Chris said.

	It was Miguel's turn. "Only when you're looking at my butt."

	Chris' face turned scarlet and we all laughed. "Hmm, someone got
caught," I said.

	Miguel gave Chris a punch on the arm, a love tap. "It's OK, you can
look all you want...you have a cute bottom yourself."

	Chris grinned, score one for the kid.

	"Just make sure the fish don't nibble on your noodles, guys," I
said. "I am not kidding. You dangle that bait in front of some of these
fish and they will think it's edible. Not always painful, but quite a
shock."

	"I'm wearing shorts," Chris said, and we all laughed.

	The quiet solitude of an ocean dive, a thrilling view of the
strange paradise man rarely views. I beheld the beauty of nature's vast
world with awe as I slowly kicked my fins. Chris snorkeled beside me, one
hand never far from my arm for security.

	He had entered the water with trepidation, but after an hour his
excitement at the view before him won out. He tagged my arm again, pointing
at a cluster of parrot fish. The bright colors of these fish gleamed in the
diffused light from above; they were only a few of the many groupings we
had seen down here.

	I had told Miguel and Jerry not to wander far from the boat and I
could still see the trail of bubbles rising from their regulators in the
near distance. Scuba gear was cumbersome, and in shallow water I found it
unpleasant. The snorkel was far better for where we were and much easier
for a beginner like Chris.

	The brat was much like a fish himself, wiggling around and plunging
to the bottom when he saw something he thought interesting. He had quickly
learned how to clear his air tube and seemed to be able to hold his breath
for quite some time. I lazily stayed at the surface, watching the progress
of all the boys.

	For my money you couldn't get a better science lesson than what we
were doing here. All the boring slideshows that students endured in a
classroom could not match the galley of images one saw in the real
world. Here coral was not some hard brittle object in a display case but a
living thing in its natural state, and it seemed the variety was endless.

	The school of parrot fish flashed in and out of the coral canyons,
feeding on stray bits of this and that. Chris saw something of interest and
headed down. He came back with a short piece of encrusted pipe, turned it
over in his hands and let it fall back to the bottom.

	Miguel and Jerry were right down at the bottom, maybe fifteen feet
below us. I had made them wear gloves since I knew they would be able to
touch things down there. Maybe I was being too cautious but coral was sharp
and I didn't need any infected cuts marring our trip.

	I saw Jerry reach into the sand and pull up an old rubber tire. He
looked back at Miguel and gave the thumbs down sign. Humans littered the
planet, why would this place be any different? We could spend the day
picking up litter and not make a dent in the waste found down here. In time
nature would bury the debris of man's foolishness. If we kept it up too
long nature might bury us as well.

	By three we were back on the boat, charging the tanks for another
day and talking about all we had seen. Chris and I thought it might be fun
to do a little fishing since we had seen some bass and other edible fish
close at hand. Jerry and Miguel were up for exploring the sandy bar of land
several hundred yards away, but I just knew they wanted some alone time.

	We had a snack, saving ourselves for a larger dinner and the boys
took off swimming towards the beach. Chris and I rigged poles and cast
towards the deeper water.

	"I bet they're gonna have sex," Chris said, a knowing grin
spreading across his face.

	"Oh? I hope they don't get a lot of sand in the wrong places," I
replied.

	"Yeah, that would hurt."

	"Tomorrow I thought we would sail along and drop into one of the
towns along the coast. You haven't seen how most of these people really
live and I think that would be interesting. The real Mexico is very easy to
overlook when all we see is the tourist areas."

	"Miguel said his ancestors came from Europe, does that mean he
isn't Mexican?" Chris asked.

	"It means he has Spanish blood mixed in with the native
variety. The Native Indians in the Yucatan were overwhelmed by the
Spaniards, their culture was suppressed but they did mix together. You can
see the native part of Miguel in his features. I imagine there are more
pure native people living along the coast and that's what I want you to
see."

	"OK, um, where are the binoculars?"

	"In the locker under your butt," I said.

	Chris got them out and scanned the coastline. I knew where this was
going as he slowly turned for a magnified look at the island.

	"Do you see them?" I asked.

	"Nope, they must be on the other side."

	"Pervert, you really want to watch them?"

	Chris nodded. "Sure, why not? Maybe I'll learn something to use
with you. Oh, there they are. Ah, they're just sitting in the sand...no
sex."

	"They have a lot to talk about," I said. "Probably best if they
don't get too frisky over there. The nature preserve is just two miles down
the coast, and we're not the only one's with binoculars." Chris smiled and
handed over the glasses. I turned away from the land and scanned the
sea. Several boats out there, more of those big yachts and then a real nice
sailor.

	"Look, that's a schooner." I said, pointing out the large boat
under sail.

	He gazed through the lenses at the full rigged vessel making way
towards the Caribbean. "Wow, that's huge," he said.

	"Yeah, those things have more masts and carry a bigger spread of
sail. A lot more than one or two guys can handle, they probably have
several dozen guys on the crew. That ship is probably a hundred feet long
or more."

	"What's the difference between a ship and a boat?" Chris asked.

	"All ships are boats, but we couldn't be considered a ship. Size,
weight, the number of masts...lots of differences between us and them."

	"So they can sail anywhere because they are so big, I see. Were
pirate ships that big?" Chris asked.

	"Some I imagine. Pirates sailed in warships; they had lots of
cannon to capture other ships. But most ships back then were cargo ships,
big wide slow moving things so they could haul a lot of cargo in their
holds. They went around the world looking for goods and many of them were
caught by pirates for their treasure."

	Chris sighed and I knew exactly how he felt. The glory days of
ships under sail were long gone, but the romantic notion still lived in our
minds. I would not have enjoyed those days; the reality was harsh and cruel
for the working sailor. But my mind still went out to that schooner in the
distance, the romance lived on.

	We caught a nice bass, and then three more. These we could bread
and bake for our dinner the way Chris was used to cooking. It was fun
sharing the necessities of life with him. The romance of our adventure
aside, he was such a dear boy with practical needs and the skills to enjoy
life.

	I turned the glasses back on the island and saw the boys lying in
the sand. Oh, now they were doing something a little more to Chris'
liking. I smiled and handed him the glasses. He looked for a moment and his
cock went stiff, pointed straight for the sky. That I could do something
about, so I did until I received a delicious load of cum.

	He was so casual about our activities now, even though I could
still count our encounters on my two hands. I realized we had been together
only a week now, no, a week from yesterday. It wasn't a milestone unless I
considered how we had first met and where we were today.

	If I had played the lottery that night I would have won millions,
which was how lucky I felt. Boys like this did not just drop into your
life, but this one did. I would never temp fate again, all my luck had been
used up with this one encounter. Maybe Chris felt the same way, I would ask
him...someday.

	Jerry would agree with me, Miguel had been a rare find as well. I
saw them swimming back to the boat and quickly stowed the glasses.

	"Don't say anything, Chris." He nodded in agreement. I would allow
his few moments of perving since it had inspired us to share the same
feelings. Tonight I would take his bottom while thoughts of Jerry riding
Miguel's cock danced in his head. It had been pretty hot, I had to
admit. Ahh, to be young and in love.

	We ate en early dinner and then bathed in what I considered to be
an excess of fresh water, but then we could replenish tomorrow up the
coast. I didn't think any of us wanted to spend a hot evening encased in
salt, especially since the planned activities promised to make us sweat.

	Miguel complimented Chris on the fish which brought a smile. Miguel
revealed what he had seen the cooks doing in the kitchen with fresh fish
and they talked cooking. Jerry looked over at me and shrugged, it was a
strange relationship our loves had developed. I knew Miguel had a younger
brother. Maybe Chris affected him because of that. In any case, they were
now buddies.

	Jerry gazed on the scene with eyes that only looked at Miguel. I
had seen their unprotected sex on the beach and realized they had kicked
things up a notch. It was bound to happen and there was probably nothing to
worry about, both were sensible boys. In a short time they would be
separated for a while. It might be a month or so before Miguel could make
his way north.

	By now universities had already planned their fall class schedules,
would Miguel be able to get in this late? I had an in at the University of
Florida, Max and I did work for them. I'd pull a few strings if needed
without telling the boy. He wanted to do this on his own and I understood
why...he needed to test his survival skills. Now I had two boys striving to
become men, it was fun to watch.

	We watched some silly comedy movie and all hit the
sack. Fortunately the boys were in the middle berth, the bathroom walls
between us. I didn't know how much noise they might make during sex, but
Chris would sure love to listen to that soundtrack.

	He swarmed all over me as expected the minute we hit the sheets. I
indulged him with a few hits from the pipe before we got down to business,
it might slow him down or at least I could hope. I dimmed the lights,
leaving us in the gloom spread out across my bed. He lay on my chest and
rubbed himself against me as we kissed.

	"Hmmm, Daddy...I want you inside of me so badly," Chris said
between kisses.

	"Is this the same boy I picked up on the road...I think not?" I
said.

	"Yeah, it's me. Damn, I didn't know what I was missing did I?"

	"Nope, you have a lot of catching up to do," I laughed.

	"Oh yeah."

	With that he spread some lube on his bottom and wiggled himself
down into my lap. He smiled as he pressed himself onto my cock; the look of
wonder on his face as I slid inside made me smile. I just hoped he would
never lose that fascination with our lovemaking, I depended on it.

	His eyes closed as he went down, gasping at the halfway point and
then groaning as he bottomed out, his ass cheeks tight on my thighs. How
could he handle such a large cock in such a short time? Determination was
the only answer I could come up with.

	The overwhelming fullness inside quickly lead to total failure on
the part of his cock, it shriveled back to nothing. But as he rode himself
up and down I took matters in hand. He braced his hands back on my knees,
pushing himself up and allowing gravity to ease him down. The smile on his
face widened as he rode me, head back and eyes still shut tight.

	It was a slow dance we shared until I managed to entertain his cock
back into full erection.

	"Oh...you're gonna make me cum too fast," Chris groaned so I let
go. His cock and balls beat a rhythm on my stomach as his tempo
increased. I loved the way he sucked in his breath and moaned as he
moved. My cock was digging in, rubbing his guts and that special place
where all pleasure centered.

	He was gasping now, riding me for all he was worth and I felt
myself responding to the heat and urgency building between us. His vocal
cues always excited me. Now it was the "Uh...uh" of wonderful pleasure as
he seemed to bounce himself in my lap. Chris gave out that deep orgasmic
groan I had come to know so well and his cock began to spurt across my
chest.

	I marveled at the reaction, I wasn't even touching him. Chris
shuddered as he came, his ass gripping my cock in spasms and bringing me
closer to the edge. His cock withered a bit but the stimulation to his
prostate would not allow it to die. His moment of orgasm passed and he dug
in, bouncing and grinding his ass against me. His face was a running stream
of the different feelings coursing through his body.

	I began to push up into him, taking a more aggressive approach to
completing my task. Chris' cock was stiff again and I wanted to bring him
off just as I unloaded. I felt the surge begin in my balls, I was going
there. I grasped his cock and began to rub my fingers across the head,
using his ejaculate as my lube.

	"Ahh...Oh God...Yes," Chris groaned. His breathing was fast, his
body full of tremors and I knew he was going to come again so I stroked
harder.

	"Oh God...Gary," Chris almost yelled and I grinned, hoping Jerry
and Miguel enjoyed this. "Ahhh....eeeeh," Chris squealed, a new sound, a
loud sound. And I felt his cock pulse in my hand. It was enough, I let go
with huge force behind the blast as Chris came a second time.

	I was still spurting into his bottom when he fell on my chest in
exhaustion. Good, I had done him in this time. He wiggled his ass as I
finished, feeling my fullness swimming in a pool of liquid. He let out a
huge sigh and hugged me, it felt so good.

	We lay there. Me afraid to move and slide out of him, Chris wanting
the feeling to never end. It had been our most successful coupling, one to
top whenever we could...but I doubted that possible.

	I slid out of him and he groaned at the loss, but then he stretched
out on my body full length and kissed my neck. Too many boys never allowed
themselves the pleasure of basking in the afterglow, but Chris did. We lay
like this for quite a while until I almost thought he was asleep, but then
he stirred.

	"You went all the way in me that time. Gary."

	"Um hm, it was sweet," I replied.

	"Yeah...it was. I thought your cum would squirt out my ears." A
moment of silence, the image gathering in our minds and then he giggled. I
chuckled and then we both began to laugh. His body bounced on my chest as I
lost it, laughing so hard I was sure we were rocking the boat.

	And just as we calmed down we both heard a distant
moan. "Ohh...Jerry...God." And we lost it yet again. Seems Miguel was
having some fun and I knew they had heard Chris' screams of delight as
well. It was so funny but then Chris blushed, the redness apparent even
with the lights almost out.

	"Oh...I'm gonna hear about that scream in the morning," Chris
groaned.

	"Well, they made noises too, don't be embarrassed." I got out of
bed and went into the bathroom. I washed my cock, a good thing to do after
bareback sex and something I hoped Miguel did after he nailed Jerry's
butt. I went back to bed and Chris took his turn at the toilet. He came
back and snuggled in close. His hand wandered my chest and grasped my cock,
seems he was still in the mood.

	He scooted down and began licking me, his hand slowly rubbing me
back to life. I didn't need another orgasm, but obviously he did and he
wanted it to be mine. I gazed down at the mop of blonde hair bobbing in my
lap as he sucked. I thrilled at sex with him but never more than when he
was out to please me. I didn't think it selfish to have these feelings. He
needed to show me how much he cared, how exciting he found our lives
together.

	This was a trial for him, I would not be brought off easily, but he
persevered. His mouth had to be tired, his jaw aching from the effort but I
let him go on. He wanted to succeed, he felt the need and I couldn't
disappoint him. I groaned loudly, just loud enough for the others to hear
and Chris gulped as I came. His hand stripped the juices from my cock and
he savored every drop, swallowing several times and licking his lips.

	"God...you do that so well," I said and watched Chris smile with
pride.

	"You taste good...I kinda like that stuff you make," he replied.

	"Just don't grow any younger, sweetie. I hate changing diapers."

	Chris laughed. "You faker, I smelled the lemon juice in your hair,
I know about that stuff."

	"Oops, I've been caught...it was just a little lie," I said.

	"You tell that to all the new boys you wanna suck on?"

	"Hmm, sometimes...it works you know."

	Chris smiled. "Aw, I would a let you do it without the lie...I
sorta wanted to try it anyways. Nobody ever asked me to do that before you
came along."

	"I find it hard to believe the world didn't give you that chance
before I picked you up. Someone who looks like you should get hundreds of
offers; you're just an amazing boy to me. I had no choice but to stop for
you."

	"Yeah? I didn't know what you wanted, but it wasn't just being
stoned that made me get in your car. I guess I was lookin for something."

	"Well I hope you found it," I said.

	His face moved closer to mine and I saw the intense look in his
eyes. "I got everything I wanted, Gary."

	"I'm not gonna let you go, Chris. You mean too much to me. We're
gonna have a grand life together."

	He snuggled close, arms wrapped around my neck and fell asleep. I
gazed at the deck overhead for what seemed like hours before I drifted off
to sleep. His life was in my hands and I felt more confident then ever that
I wouldn't fail him.


End of Part Three...more to come.