Date: Tue, 29 May 2007 13:55:17 -0500
From: Morris Henderson <bigmoh@post.com>
Subject: Loving Luiz Part 2

This story is entirely fiction.  By describing the love and sex between a
man and a teen boy, the author does not advocate such behavior.  If you
are offended by or if it is not legal for you to read such material, leave
now.

Chapter Four
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   "It's confusing," he said. "Some people say it is not right, it's
sinful and that gays are sick. But other people say it's just a condition
like being left-handed.  What do you think, Jake?"
   As much as I had thought about the possibility of Luiz being gay and as
much as I had weighed how to handle the situation, I was not prepared for
an objective discussion of whether homosexuality was right or wrong. I
chose to confirm what he had read but I was not ready to tell him my
opinion or, much less, that I was gay. "Most people think that
homosexuality is wrong, Luiz. And the reason generally is that religion
teaches that it is. However, there's lots of evidence that a few men --
and a few women, too -- are more attracted to others of the same sex. In
fact, some cultures throughout history have been more accepting of
homosexuality. Today, that's not true.  The homosexual minority in our
culture is often seen as abnormal and are even persecuted."
   Luiz noticed that I had evaded his question.  "I know that from the
book. Is it wrong?" he asked.
   I chose to explore his attitude before framing an answer to his
question.  "What do you think?"
   "Father Garcia says it's wrong because it's a sin. Papa told me that
I should look for a girl friend when I'm older,  He said it's not right for
two men to get married. The book says it's not common but it is normal.
What is it?  Right or wrong?"
   It became clear that he wanted my opinion but I was hesitant to voice
one that contradicted those of two men whose authority meant so much to
him.  Nevertheless, I decided that he needed to hear both sides of the
argument.  "I believe that two men -- or two women -- can love each other.
And they can show their love for each other just as deeply as a man and
a woman. I don't mean the kind of love you had for your father or the love
that a boy might have for his brothers. I mean another kind of love, one
just like a man and woman in love. It's not wrong if the two people are
happier together than they are apart."
   Luiz sat thoughtfully for a moment. Somehow, I knew that the
conversation was not over, that he had more questions. I was right. He
asked, "It's okay for two men to love each other?"
   "Yes, I believe it is. But most people don't think so."
   I knew that I had not resolved the dilemma for him and he was still
confused -- and curious enough to ask more questions. I understood his
quandary because I had the same questions as a youngster. However, I
didn't have anybody to ask. Luiz did. And he seemed comfortable asking
me.
   "Is it okay for men to...ah...do things...in bed?"
   The questions were getting more explicit and more uncomfortable for
me.  I was acutely aware that I was talking to a 14-year-old boy and wasn't
sure how detailed I should be in what I said to him. I knew that he was
completely through puberty and that his genitals if not his whole body was
physically mature. I suspected that his hormones were stimulating his
sexual awareness.  I also knew that he was a bright boy, brighter even
than others his age who had years of school. All of this prompted me to be
as honest and complete as his mind deserved. "You want to know if it's all
right for men to have sex. There isn't a single answer. It depends. If two
men love each other, if they are committed to each other, and if neither
of them is forced, then I believe it is okay. In that case, sex is an
expression of their love. But some men only want the sex. They aren't
willing to commit to their partner. A few men will even force someone to
have sex. That's wrong. That's very wrong."
   Luiz appeared to be digesting what I had said while I was hoping that
it helped to answer his question. He then said, "The same with a man and
a woman. If they love each other, they can have sex."
   "That's my opinion. Others say that they can only have sex after they
are married. Churches say that."
   "Can two boys have sex?"
   "That's a little different. Young boys will sometimes experiment with
each other. That doesn't mean they are gay. When they grow up some
more, they usually get interested in girls."
   "Can a boy and a man have sex?"
   "No. If anybody found out, the man would go to prison."
   "But suppose they love each other. You said it was okay if they love
each other and they were both willing."
   The conversation was taking a direction that I only half expected and
that I dreaded. I decided to delay answering by steering the conversation
in another direction. "Luiz, you've asked a lot of questions and I've
given you honest answers. Now it's my turn to ask some questions. Okay?"
   "Okay," he replied.
   "Do you like girls?"
   "Not really."
   "Do you like boys?"
   He hesitated before answering. "More than girls. Much more. I get a
funny feeling when I see a handsome boy but not when I see a pretty girl.
I guess that means I'm gay."
   "Maybe yes, maybe no," I replied. "You're 14. You're very bright and
very mature but you won't really know for a few more years."
   "I think I know now. I've felt this way for two years. The feelings
don't go away.  They just get stronger. I thought about what Father
Garcia said. I thought about what Papa said. I was worried that I was
sick or evil for feeling the way I did. But when I read the book today, it
was like it was talking about me. I began to think that it's okay but...I
just don't know."
   The concern and confusion in Luiz's expression was obvious. I didn't
know what more I could say to help him in a struggle that I had
experienced years ago. My struggle was prolonged and more painful
because I had no one to talk to. I felt that I was completely alone. Perhaps,
I thought, I could help Luiz by telling him he was not alone. Suppressing
my resolve not to reveal my sexual orientation to a troubled, gay boy and
failing to fully consider the potential consequences, I said, "Luiz, I
know exactly how you feel. I felt the same way when I was your age. I was
confused, like you, about the way I felt and what other people told me. I
didn't want to be evil or abnormal but I couldn't deny that I was
different."
   Luiz looked startled at what I had said. He studied my face for a
moment before saying, "Do you mean that you're..." He seemed unable
to finish the sentence.
   "Yes, Luiz. I'm gay. So I understand what you're going through. You're
not alone. You can talk to me about your feelings and I'll try to help
you. If you're gay -- and as I said, it's too soon to know for sure -- I
can help you cope with the difficulties that a gay person must face."
   "Oh, Jake," he exclaimed as he moved over to give me a hug. "I'm so
lucky to be with you. You've been so good to me. I was afraid you would
send me away when you found out I'm gay. I couldn't go on living if that
happened."
   We hugged for several minutes. I could only guess what he was feeling
or thinking but I felt that helping him was becoming the most important
thing in my life. I vowed to do anything in my power to take care of him,
to make him happy, and to ensure that a very bright boy who had
experienced such tragedy would have a better life.
   That night, Luiz snuggled up against me as usual. It was much worse
for me than the first night when I shared my bed with a naked boy because
I had confirmed that he was gay, he knew that I was gay, and he might
therefore want to come on to me. I struggled to remind myself that he
was still a boy, that intimacy, however well intentioned, might do more
harm than good, and that child molestation was a felony. My struggle was
difficult because his body pressed against mine was arousing and became
almost irresistible when I felt his cock, which was touching my hip, begin to
harden. To avoid the temptation, I told Luiz good night and rolled over on
my side with my back to him. Unfortunately, he shifted position and
spooned into me so that I could feel his erection against my ass. Sleep
eventually overtook me although it did not come soon or easily.

   Several days passed with no further discussion of homosexuality and I
began to hope that Luiz was becoming more comfortable with his
dilemma. We fell into a routine. I would let Luiz sleep late as I got ready
and left for work. Luiz fixed his own breakfast and lunch and had dinner
ready when I got home. He seemed to enjoy helping me shop for
groceries although he frequently objected to the prices and suggested
less expensive substitutes.  My apartment had rarely been so tidy and
clean. He even did the laundry after my showing him how. Weeknights
found us discussing what he had learned in the library; I became not only
a substitute father but a tutor as well, responsibilities that I found very
satisfying. Weekends were reserved for play. We explored Balboa Park,
visited Sea World, or just walked along the beach, enjoying the ocean
breeze and scenery -- all of which were new and exciting to Luiz and
pleasant for me because I knew Luiz was enjoying it.
   Having Luiz in my bed at night was also pleasant.  When he cuddled
up to me before we went to sleep, I thought how good it was that he
felt safe and secure after the difficulties and trauma he had experienced.
However, it was also upsetting at times because it stirred feelings in me
that I knew I would have to control.  I repeatedly reminded myself that
however much I would like to get intimate with him, he was a vulnerable
boy.  The fact that he had emphatically told me he was gay made the
temptation all the more compelling but I was determined not to take
advantage of the situation -- for his sake as much as for my own.
   My resolve was severly tested one night.  I awoke in the middle of
the night -- I didn't know what time it was but the room was completely
dark.  Luiz was snuggled up against my side in the same position as
we had fallen asleep.  My arm was around him and his head was on my
shoulder.  Suddenly, I realized that our position was slightly but
significantly different.  His hand was laying on my very hard cock.
   I was instantly fully awake.  I didn't know if Luiz had deliberately
fondled me to erection while I slept or if his hand had moved while he was
asleep.  His slow, deep breathing convinced me that he was asleep.  But had
he fallen asleep after fondling me?  Or did his hand simply slip down while
he slept?  Whichever it was, it had aroused me.  His warm skin against
my own aroused me even more.  The memory of his naked beauty
flooded through my mind.  I wanted to wake him.  I wanted to place his
hand inside my boxers.  I wanted him to take his pleasure in touching,
rubbing, caressing my cock.  I wanted the pleasure of his doing it.
I wanted, far more than I had before, to express my growing love for
Luiz with physical sex.
   Fortunately, reason prevailed.  I had so frequently contained my
feelings that I was able to quell my lust.  I rolled over, putting my back
to Luiz who hardly stirred.  Before I fell back asleep, I decided not to
say anything about it to Luiz.  If it was accidental, he couldn't be blamed
for it.  If it was deliberate, then he had a few moments of pleasure.
If it happened again, I would speak to him about it.

   One Sunday morning, I asked, "Would you like to go to Mass today?"
   "No," he promptly answered.
   "Okay. I just thought that..."
   "No," he interrupted. "They think that boys like me are sinners. But
I'm not a sinner. God made me who I am. I'm gay and nobody can tell
me I'm not or that I have to become something I'm not."
   His emphatic conviction surprised me but I felt compelled to say,
"Remember when we talked about this before? I said it was too soon to know
for sure.  You're 14..."
   "Almost 15," he corrected.
   "Okay, almost 15. But there's still time to decide."
   "I've already decided," he said. It was the closest I had ever seen him
to being defiant. "I told you that my feelings were getting stronger.
Maybe you don't know just how strong they are."
   Hoping to calm him down, I said, "I think I might know. I had the same
feelings when I was your age. I'm sorry. I should have given you credit
for thinking it through."
   My acceptance of his feelings and apology had the desired effect; he
calmed down and said, "Remember watching the boys playing volleyball
on the beach yesterday? I got a hard-on thinking about what was under
their shorts. But when we saw that group of girls sunbathing in their
bikinis, they were just not interesting enough to look at. Isn't that
pretty good evidence?"
   "I have to admit that it is," I said with a grin. "And it gives me an
idea for what we can do today. Let's go back to the beach and enjoy the
scenery. Wear something loose so you don't embarrass yourself."
   Luiz laughed and exclaimed, "Let's go!"
   After grocery shopping and lunch, we spent the whole afternoon at the
beach exchanging comments about the men and boys. "Look at the
muscles on that guy," Luiz would say and I would reply, "Nice!" "Too bad
he's got a shirt on," he said pointing to another young man. "Too bad he's
got any clothes on," I joked.  "I think he's got a big one," Luiz said,
getting more daring with his comments.  "A big what?" I asked, feigning
innocence. Luiz was about to explain what he meant when he realized I was
joking again and we both laughed.
   We ate at a Burger King that night and returned to the apartment about
7:00.  We watched a movie on television and around 10:00, we went to bed.
Luiz had showered and was in bed when I came into the bedroom after my
shower.  Once again putting on my boxers to sleep in, I crawled into bed
and, predictably, Luiz snuggled his naked body up against me.
   I had successfully developed my immunity to the stimulation of his warm,
smooth skin and even become confident that I could restrain my urges.
   But Luiz had other ideas.

Chapter Five
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   We were in our customary position with my arm around Luiz's shoulder
and my hand draped loosely on his chest. His head was on my shoulder
and an arm across my chest. This was the best part of the day for me.
I had grown to appreciate the value of having somebody around to talk
to and to care for.  The days of coming home to an empty apartment
were behind me.  In short, Luiz had filled a void in my life that I had
only vaguely sensed before.  I took pleasure and pride in knowing that Luiz
had a home and, except for missing his father, was content and happy.
Luiz broke the silence. "I love you, Jake."
   "I love you too, Luiz." It was more than a polite response. I had
genuinely grown beyond admiration and fondness to an undeniable love
for him.
   "You really do love me?" he probed.
   "Yes, I do."
   "Then we love each other?"
   It seemed at first to be a silly question because I was still unaware of
Luiz's intent.  "Yes, if you love me and I love you, then we love each
other."
   "Jake," he said in a very serious tone.  "I want to show you how much
I love you."
   "What do you mean?" I asked.
   "You said that it was all right for two men to have sex as long as they
love each other and not being forced. Did you mean it?"
   My heart raced as I finally realized what Luiz was asking for. I had
wanted to have sex since I found out he was gay but resisted because of
his age. "I did mean it. But I was talking about two men." I hoped that my
emphasizing "two men" would deflect his apparent effort.
   No doubt, my meaning was clear to him but he chose to ignore it. "Jake,
we love each other. I want to show you how much I love you. I want to
have sex with you. But only if you want to."
   I was facing the crisis that I had feared and had hoped to avoid. I
rolled over slightly to face him, to look him in the eyes as I said,
"Luiz, I would like to show you my love also. I would like very much to
give you pleasure that you've never imagined. I would like to kiss and
caress and fondle you. I would like to bring you to ecstasy."
   Luiz was grinning broadly and said, "Then we can do it?"
   "Let me finish," I said. "I would like to but it's not a good idea. I'm
a man and you're a boy -- a bright and mature boy but still legally a boy.
I love you but I don't want to do anything to hurt you. You love me but it
might be only because I helped you through a difficult time in your life."
    "Yes," he replied.  "You helped me when I needed help. But I feel
more than gratitude. I love you, Jake. I want to make you happy. I
want to have sex just like other lovers do."
    "I love you, too, Luiz. And I'd like to have sex. But it can't happen.
In the eyes of the law, you are a boy and therefore not capable of
consenting to sex with a man.  The law doesn't recognize how bright
and mature you are.  It only considers your age. I could go to prison
if anyone found out and then what would happen to you?"
   I was afraid of how he might take my rejection of his suggestion. But
he surprised me once again. He didn't cry, he didn't pout, he didn't get
angry, he didn't whine and plead with me. Instead, he responded point by
point to my arguments. "You're worried about hurting me? How can I be
hurt if it makes me happy? How can I be hurt if you let me show my love
for you?  I'm not asking just to have sex. I want to make you feel good. I
want to make you happy. You think I'm only doing it because you helped
me? I'm grateful for your help and thank God every day that you're so nice
to me. But that's not why I love you. I love you because you're fun to be
with, because you listen to me and treat me like a person. You're worried
about prison? Nobody will ever know. I would rather die than tell anybody
and see you go to prison. Not because of what would happen to me but
because of what would happen to you."
   When Luiz had his say, he looked at me, possibly trying to interpret my
reaction to his arguments. I had to admit, "Luiz, you have almost
destroyed all of my reasons."
   "Almost?" he asked quite seriously. "Maybe I can convince you another
way."  With that, he slid his hand down my stomach and under the
waistband of my boxers where he began to fondle my cock. I gasped at
the first contact of his warm hand on my cock. It sent a thrill upwards to
my heart that wanted more than anything to bring some joy into Luiz's life
and then to my brain where it began to jumble my thoughts.
   I faced a momentous decision.  I could resist his obvious advances
and simultaneously try to convince him that I loved him deeply even if
expressing that love was not allowed.  That choice would undoubtedly
disappoint both of us and would likely have to be reaffirmed several times
in the future.  On the other hand, I could yield to his persuasive
arguments and to the unfulfilled need that both of us had.  The second
choice promised great satisfaction but carried enormous risk.
   "Jake," he said as he continued to fondle my hardening cock.  "I love
you and want to make you happy."
   "Luiz," I said. "I really don't think this is a good idea."
   He continued to fondle my hardening cock, which further confounded my
thinking, and said, "Please let me love you. It's what I really want."
   My warring thoughts struggled for dominance in my mind.  My rational
arguments against having sex with a vulnerable minor had been
systematically countered by Luiz's logic but persisted in telling me not to
risk giving in to his request.  On the other side of my mental battle
ground, I genuinely wanted to grant his wish in order to make him happy
and, to be quite candid, to bring me pleasure as well.  As I struggled to
decide what to do, Luiz continued to fondle me, which gave the upper
hand in the battle between reason and emotion to the latter.
   "Are you absolutely sure this is what you want?" I asked.
   "I've never been more sure of anything. I've wanted to do this almost
since the day I saw you on the bench and asked for help. Every day since,
I've wanted it more and more. I love you, Jake. And I know what you mean
about different kinds of love. I loved my Papa but I love you in a
different way. I hope that you love me not as a boy to take care of but
the same way I love you."
   All my carefully constructed resistance crumbled. All my concerns about
taking advantage of a situation vanished. All my fears of hurting Luiz by
having sex disappeared. Even my concerns about legality and punishment
seemed no longer relevant.  I rolled over to a position above Luiz and,
supporting my weight on my knees and elbows, I kissed him passionately.
My lips and tongue then moved across his cheek to his ears and down to
his neck, kissing and licking his beautiful body. Luiz was grunting and
moaning as I began to lick and kiss his chest, paying particular attention
to his mahogany nipples. Working my way down his hairless chest toward
his stomach, I used my tongue to toy with his navel but didn't delay long
in proceeding downward toward my ultimate objective. Carefully avoiding
direct contact with his very hard cock for the moment, I buried my nose in
his pubes to inhale his scent.  Luiz continued to moan but his pleasure
could not have been greater than my own. I spread his legs for better
access to his fuzzy balls and began to lick them before taking them into
my mouth for a tongue massage. Looking up, I noticed a profuse
discharge of precum glistening on the now-exposed head of his uncut
cock and dripping down into his pubes. I slowly licked my way up his shaft
and finally reached the brownish-purple head of his cock where I lapped
up the delicious precum. By now, Luiz was not just moaning; he was
writhing back and forth on the bed with his hands clenching the bottom
sheet. I tickled the sensitive head of his cock with my tongue, which
seemed to send Luiz into Neverland. He inhaled sharply as my lips
surrounded his shaft and my tongue continued to toy with its head. I
wanted his pleasure and mine to last but the thrill of his first blowjob
must have been too much to handle and I felt several blasts of hot teen
cum strike the back of my throat and fill my mouth. As that was happening,
Luiz was screaming in pleasure. I sucked and savored the last drops of
cum as they oozed out until his cock became too sensitive to touch.
   I then laid down alongside his trembling body until he came down from
the heavenly place I had taken him. Aside from the erotic pleasure I had
derived from ravishing his body, I was extraordinarily pleased that I had
given him so much pleasure.
   Suddenly, he wrapped his arms around my neck, buried his head into my
shoulder, and began to cry. "Oh Jake," he stuttered through his tears. "I
love you so much. You've made me so happy."
   I hugged him back and our bodies seemed to merge into a single entity.
"I love you, too, Luiz. And I'm going to continue to make you happy
because that's the most important thing in my life."
   Luiz regained his composure and said, "Now let me show my love for
you." He kissed me and duplicated what I had done for him. I interrupted
him as he worked down my chest and stomach to remove my boxers and
he promptly resumed his sometimes awkward but nevertheless erotic
attention to my body. I had masturbated very infrequently since Luiz
arrived in my life and not for at least three days before our love-making.
Consequently, I was fully primed. I warned him that he might not like the
taste of cum but he insisted that he wanted my seed inside him. He could
only manage a few inches of my cock in his mouth but his hand busily
stroked the base and he brought me to the brink sooner than I expected.
It caught him by surprise and some of my juices spilled from his mouth
into my pubes although I was not aware of it until he apologized while
cuddling with me after I recovered from a very intense orgasm.     We fell
asleep, again in each other's arms but for the first time as two lovers.

   When the alarm went off in the morning, I shut it off quickly but it had
also awakened Luiz who smiled at me and gave me a long kiss.  Reluctantly,
I got out of bed, took a quick shower, and returned to the bedroom to
dress for work. Luiz was not there. I dressed and walked into the kitchen
where I found Luiz had laid out my breakfast. "No sleeping late this
morning?" I asked.
   "No." I wanted to thank you and tell you again I love you."
   I was not at my best at work that day. My thoughts kept returning to
the wonderful boy who had come into my life. I had no regrets about what
we had done the night before because I knew that I had made him happy
and that he had certainly done the same for me. I impatiently looked
forward to returning home to Luiz. The inevitable sex was only part of the
reason. I simply felt incomplete when I was not with him.
   When I arrived home, he ran to me, threw his arms around me, and gave
me a kiss. "That's the best welcome I've ever had," I said.
   "There's more," he replied. He took my hand and led me into the
kitchen. He had set out plates, silverware, and glasses as usual but on
the table was a spectacular bouquet of flowers.
   "Flowers?" I asked. "Where did they come from?"
   "From me," he said smiling with pride. "I went to the flower shop. I
told them I had no money but I would do some work to pay for them. The
man said no but I said it was my mother's birthday. That wasn't a lie;
today is her birthday.  I just didn't tell him that Mama died a long time
ago. He let me sweep the back room, clean the windows, and some other
stuff. Do you like them?"
   "Yes, Luiz, I like them a lot. But not nearly as much as I like you."
   He giggled and told me to sit down. He had fixed a very special meal:
pork chops that I had planned for Saturday, mashed potatoes and gravy,
buttered corn, and a tossed salad. As I ate, I asked him how he became
such a good cook. "Easy," he said. "They have cookbooks in the
library."
   "You are truly remarkable, Luiz. I think I may keep you around a while."
   An instantaneous flash of concern crossed his face before he realized I
was joking. "And I think I may stay," he said with a grin. "Forever, I
hope."
   After dinner, I started to clear the table but he insisted that I go
into the living room and relax. While he washed the dishes and put the
leftovers away, I thought back over the incredible events that brought us
together, the many ways that Luiz was special, and the depth of my love
for him that had developed so quickly. He then joined me, sitting on my
lap and laying his head on my shoulder. "I missed you more today than I
ever have," he said.
   "I missed you too, Luiz. I thought about you all day long. And thank
you for the flowers and special dinner."
   "Is it okay to give flowers to a man?" he asked.
   "Of course," I replied. "I don't think there are many people who would
do it but there are not many who are like you and me."
   We sat wordlessly embracing each other for several minutes before Luiz
sat upright, got a serious expression, and asked, "Do you think Papa is
proud of me?"
   It was the first time he had mentioned his father in a long time. I
wondered if he was having guilt feelings about our having sex. "I'm sure
he is. You're strong and independent just like he would want you to be.
You're responsible about learning and completing tasks that have to be
done. You're very bright and mature for your age."
   "That's not what I mean," he said with a touch of indignation. "Do you
think he approves of what we did last night?"
   "That's a tough question," I replied. "I never knew your father. I
don't know any more than what little you have told me about him. What do
you think?"
   "I don't know." he replied. "Last night, I wasn't thinking of Papa. I
was only thinking of how much I loved you and how I wanted to show you
my love.  Today I thought about him. I remembered him telling me that
men should not get married and that I should find a girlfriend when I got a
little older. I don't care what Father Garcia says but I want my Papa to
be proud of me."
   I wasn't sure I could pull it off but I chose to help Luiz through his
concerns with questions rather than give a glib but dubious assurance that
his father would approve of our sex. "Why did he suggest that you find a
girl friend?" I asked.
   "Because that's what everybody does. Men and women marry and live
together."
   "Does everybody get married?"
   "No."
   "Do men and women live together without being married?"
   "Yes."
   "Do gay men live with gay men and not get married?"
   "Yes."
   "Do gay men living together love each other and make each other happy
just like a man and a wife?"
   "I suppose so."
   "Then what is the purpose of living with somebody whether you're
married or not?"
   Luiz's quick responses to my questions stopped. He paused to think
about it before saying, "I see where you're leading me. Two men can love
each other and make each other happy. That's why they do it. Papa said
that because he wanted me to be happy. But I'm happy with you. So Papa
must be pleased that I'm happy."
   "I suspect that he is pleased. At first, he was pleased that I would
just take care of you. I can't say for sure but I think he's now pleased
that you have found someone who loves you and who you can love."
   "Yes," he said. "I know Papa would like you. And I think he would say
it's okay for us to love each other." He snuggled into me again with a
contented smile. Moments later, he asked, "Can we love each other now?"
   I chuckled inwardly at the way he disguised his request for sex but
decided to play dumb. "We can love each other all the time. While we're
eating a wonderful dinner or watching TV. Say, there's a good movie on
tonight. Do you want to watch it?"
   He raised his head and looked at me but I couldn't contain my
amusement at his disappointment and frustration. He realized that I was
teasing and pounded my chest once with his fist. "You know what I mean,"
he exclaimed. "Let's go to bed early. I want to get naked with you so we
can enjoy each other's bodies."
   "My, my," I said, continuing my teasing. "Are you talking about sex?"
   "Of course I am and you know it," he said. "Stop teasing. Let's get into
bed."

Chapter Six
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   Luiz grabbed my hand and pulled me up off the chair. He led me into the
bedroom and immediately stripped off his clothes while I could do nothing
more than watch and marvel at his uninhibited eagerness. When he turned
to face me, I marveled at his stunningly beautiful body. His cock was
hardening as he asked, "Aren't you going to get undressed?"
   "Yes," I replied, "but I want to admire you." He let out an embarrassed
giggle and stood with his hands on his hips to let me drink in the sight
of a trim, well proportioned, and thoroughly erotic young man. As I
watched, his cock slowly engorged and rose to an upright position. I was
mesmerized but Luiz was impatient.
   "Are you just going to stand there?" he asked.
   "I can't help it," I apologized. "You are so beautiful."
   He gave another embarrassed giggle and jumped onto the bed. "Come
on," he demanded. "I can't wait."
   I decided to be playful with him and slowly removed my clothes one
item at a time in a poor imitation of a strip tease. When I removed my
shirt, I pinched my nipples and rubbed my chest and stomach. Luiz watched
with part amusement and part lustful anticipation. I removed my shoes and
socks quickly but took my time unfastening my belt and unzipping my fly. I
reached down inside my boxers mostly to put my hard cock in a more
comfortable position but, while my hand was there, I seductively rubbed my
cock as I threw back my head and moaned. Luiz sat up, cross-legged, and
watched my intently. I noticed that he was absent-mindedly fondling
himself so I said in an authoritarian way, "Luiz! Leave that alone!" I
pointed to his crotch so he would not misunderstand. "Save that for me."
   He was startled at my tone but quickly realized I was joking and sat on
his hands while giggling.
   I began to lower my trousers slowly as I rotated my hips and hummed a
bump and grind rhythm. That thoroughly amused Luiz and he laughed
loudly. I let my trousers fall quickly and kicked them off my ankles. I
turned away from him to lower just the back of my boxers to reveal my ass.
When I bent down to remove my boxers, I wondered if he could see my
puckered hole.  I stepped out of my boxers but held on to them so that when
I turned back to face Luiz I could cover my cock with the boxers. Luiz
seemed to be enjoying my amateurish performance so much, I walked over
to stand next to the bed and began to rub my cock with one hand while the
other held my boxers to obstruct his view. "Leave that alone," he mimicked
my earlier command. "Save that for me."
   Then it was my turn to laugh but he joined in. He then grabbed my hand
and pulled me toward him, making me fall on the bed. With no hesitation,
he crawled on top of me and began to kiss me on the lips. I wrapped my
arms around him and inserted my tongue into his mouth. He caught on
quickly and we had a tongue duel until we had to break it off and catch
our breath. Before I could start caressing his body, he started his attack
on mine. His mouth, tongue, and hands were all over my chest and stomach
as he worked his way down. My cock was already throbbing when he began
to lick it from base to tip. When his warm, moist mouth engulfed the end of
my cock, I was delirious. I tried -- I really tried -- to prolong the
intense pleasure but I couldn't. I filled his mouth in a debilitating
orgasm.
   When I recovered, I found him lying across my chest and looking into my
eyes. "I didn't spill any this time," he whispered proudly. "It's all
inside me.  It's you inside me. The man I love is part of me."
   He was so earnest, I resisted saying, "Until you poop it out." Instead,
I matched his mood and said, "Can I get some more of you inside me?"
   He quickly rolled over onto his back and I noticed he was still hard,
which surprised me. The few men I had been with would have gone limp
and needed stimulation to restore their erection but Luiz was young and
very horny. I spent considerably more time caressing his torso than the
night before and Luiz seemed to enjoy every minute. Before focusing on
his seemingly perpetual hard-on, I spread his legs and massaged each
from toe to thigh carefully avoiding contact with his balls. Although he
had no facial hair and none on his torso, his legs were adorned with fine
fuzz. Luiz's eyes were closed but mine feasted on the beauty of his
youthful body.  I wanted to engulf his cock and savor its taste but I
resisted in the hopes of intensifying his pleasure when he finally came.
   When I began to lick his balls and take them into my mouth, Luiz
started moaning. When I licked his shaft, he was subtly writhing back and
forth.  When I encircled his knob, he began to buck his hips instinctively
and his moans became louder. I had planned to take him to the brink a few
times before finishing him off but I sensed that further delay would add
little to his pleasure so sucked and stroked in earnest. It didn't take
long. Several blasts of cum erupted and struck the back of my throat. I
had to swallow some but savored the rest for several minutes while I
gently extracted the remaining drops of cum from his spent cock.
   When he recovered, he whispered, "Thank you, Jake. I've never been
happier than right now." He placed his arm in its familiar position across
my chest but also draped a leg over mine.
   "Not good enough." I said. He gave me a thoroughly puzzled look. "I'm
not happy with just an arm and a leg. Get on top of me. I want all of us
to be close together." He giggled and promptly complied. I wrapped my
arms around him and gave him a long, deep, passionate kiss. "I just can't
believe how much I love you, Luiz. I can't believe how happy you have
made me."
   After a few minutes, Luiz raised his head and looked me in the eyes.
"You know what, Jake. Sex is wonderful but love is even better. When you
put them together, it's too much to even describe."
   "Yes," I agreed. "I've had sex before and I thought I had love but it's
never been as good as with you. I think it's because my love for you is
stronger."
   "You've had sex before?" he asked.
   I hadn't planned to tell Luiz about my previous partners but neither
would I hide it if he asked about it. This was not exactly the time or
place that I would have preferred to answer his question but he asked and
I had to answer. I told him about a friend in high school. We had known
each other for years but didn't get together until our junior year in high
school. We had been intimate for just over a year but his father caught us
one day, flew into a rage, and immediately enrolled him in a Christian
boarding school two hundred miles away. Of course, he told my parents
who lectured me ceaselessly and grounded me for two months. They
wanted to send me to a psychologist but I refused, which only intensified
our growing estrangement.
   "That's sad," Luiz said.
   "At the time it was," I agreed. "My parents' reaction was difficult to
handle but not being able to be with my friend was worse. I managed to
get through it but I only became more convinced that I was gay."
   I then told Luiz about Jon, my roommate in college. We met in my
sophomore year and lived together during our Junior and Senior years.
Jon was in the ROTC in college and when he graduated, the military sent
him to Korea.
   "Did you love him?" Luiz asked.
   "Yes, I think I did. But nowhere nearly as much as the boyfriend I have
now."
   "You have a boyfriend," Luiz asked with a look of panic.
   "Yes," I replied. "Would you like to meet him?"
   "Yes." Luiz blurted out and quickly added, "I mean no."
   "I think you would like him," I said. "He's handsome. He's kind. He's
very intelligent. And he's great in bed." Luiz was growing increasingly
upset. "Go in the bathroom," I said. "Look in the mirror and you'll see
him."
   It took just a moment for my malicious joke to register. He pounded my
chest once with his fist and said, "I hate you when you tease me. NO. I
don't hate you. I could never hate you. I love you even though you tease
me."
   "Can we kiss and make up?" I asked.
   Luiz fell back onto me and gave me a forceful kiss. While we kissed, I
dropped my hands to his ass cheeks and began kneading them. That caused
Luiz to break the kiss and say with scowl on his face, "That's not nice,
Mister.  You shouldn't be playing with a boy's bum."
   "Now who's teasing?" I laughed. "Besides, your bum is just as cute as
the rest of you and I like to play with it."
   Luiz laid back down on me and we silently enjoyed each other for
several minutes before Luiz, without raising his head, said, "Jake, I'll
never leave you like the others did."
   "You'd better not," I replied. "I'll hunt you down, capture you, and
make you a prisoner if that's what it takes to be with you forever."
   But being with Luiz forever was about to be jeopardized.