Date: Tue, 01 Dec 2009 06:00:52 +0100
From: auroratopper@gmx.us
Subject: Juan and Matt, pt 5

	Tila, the young mother of the boygod Juan Acevedo, was dicing
purple onions in the kitchen. Her husband Javier watched her hypnotically
for a while then walked out into the adjacent dining room to set the table.

	"Juanito! Get down your little brown butt down here and help Papi
get the house ready for our guests!" Javier yelled upstairs to his nine
year old son.

	He wanted to prep him for the shortly arriving visitors. Father
Gomez and his replacement, Matt Voquel were the guests for dinner tonight
at the padre's behest.

	Juan scrambled into the room wearing nothing but a skimpy pair of
soccer shorts and little black ankle socks. He slid across the hardwood
floor giggling.

	"Go get napkins from your mother in the kitchen. Ask her if what
you're wearing or NOT wearing is OK for dinner. And get papi one more
Modelo please?"

	Juan smiled and winked and darted into the kitchen.

	"Mami? Papi needs a beer and he ask me to ask you if I am dressed
enough for dinner?"

	She set her knife down and rubbed her belly. Looking at Juan
briefly, she said "I guess so mijo." She handed him a Modelo from the
refrigerator and off he went bouncing into the dining room.

	She had way more on her mind than her son's choice of outfit for
the dinner. The family's future was looking cloudy at best, but maybe
Father Gomez had a plan. If not, she was definitely going to ask him for
help. There was no other family she had here. Javier, her husband was
facing deportation as soon as early next week.

	She stirred her pan full of pozole carefully and inhaled the steam.

	Juan handed the man of the house his beer and smiled below him.

	"What else do you need me to do, Papi?"

	Javier had been training his nine year old son to perfectly service
his cock for years now. With his unexpected departure from the family home
coming next week, he wanted to let the boy know he would be dearly
missed. And what better way to show your son he cares than by letting him
suck your cock until you cum all over his little face?

	At least that's what he thought. The strange thing was Javier had
spent most of his life in Chicago, so that going back to Mexico was really
frightening to him because he was SO American. But he figured he would make
it work. Macho.

	"As tempting as it is, you still have to go put some pants on for
our guests tonite buddy. Show some respect for your mother!"

	Juan could handle that task. He was so excited because two of his
biggest mancrushes were going to be in the same house tonight to see him
and his family.

	Most definitely, Juan wanted to show Matt his room, where he played
Wii; where he stored his Spongebob DVD and sticker collections; where his
bed had been fitted lovingly inside an old restored Native American
canoe. He wanted to show the nice handsome man from church and the bus that
he was a cool kid worth spending time on.

	Juan may have been nine, but he knew from the bizarre behavior of
his parents that something definitely was amiss. He knew his Papi was
leaving, but where to and why, he couldn't determine. He loved his mama and
didn't want her to be sad.

	Hopefully there would be good news when Matt and the Padre arrived.

	The buzzer rang and the familiar voice of the two handsome men rang
in Juan's ears.

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	Father Jose offered me his back seat in the Cadillac.

	The helpless hoarder and collector of useless things had filled the
whole front passenger seat with undistributed Church fliers. Apparently,
BIP is down. Oh, that's Butts in Pews. Not good news for the parish
community as it was already struggling to keep the private school afloat.

	"Wow. It's actually kinda spacious back here, Jose."

	"Isn't it?" the padre replied half paying attention.

	"So, how do you think I can convey to Javier tonight that I have
only Juan's and the schoolboys' best intentions at heart here?"

	"Just be honest." Jose started the car and drove down the street in
front of the church. "He's a kindred spirit. You know this already from
what I understand."

	"Yeah, Juan mentioned pleasing his father on a few occasions."

	"Yes, that Juan's quite the little flirt. He's winked at me several
times at Communion. He's also the first alternate for any altar boy. He's
the youngest ever to receive such an honor. But don't you worry, Matt. He's
still a virgin." He looked me dead in the eyes and said "That's what you
wanted to hear, right?"

	Yes, a sigh of relief. I did want to be his first and yes, I
honestly had no idea if this poor boy had been chomping on cocks for years
already. I know he was taking care of papi Javier, and hopefully not Jose,
too. But he looked at me differently than the others I wanted to believe.

	We pulled up to the Acevedo residence and exited the car. Father
smiled at me and we rang the bell. Juan came on the speaker.

	"Who's here?" his hi pitched voice asked carefully.

	"It's Father Jose and Matt!" I replied.

	A buzzing noise granted us access to the three flat building and
were on our way to the top floor where the Acevedos lived their life.