Date: Thu, 31 May 2007 21:40:07 -0500
From: Morris Henderson <bigmoh@post.com>
Subject: Loving Luiz Part 4

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 Ten
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   We sat in the living room where I said, "The lawyer did some research to
find out what could be done that would allow you to live with me and not be
afraid of being sent back to Mexico. I must say, he's very thorough in his
work."
   "That's good." Luiz said.
   "Yes, that's good. But in his research, he found out that I'm gay. That
will not affect his doing all he can for us but it may become a problem
later with other people. It seems there are three options. I can be
approved as a foster parent, I can be appointed legal guardian, or I can
adopt you as my son. All of those options will solve our problem because
we can stay together legally. However, if our lawyer found out about my
being gay so easily, others may also find out."
   "But nobody will know that we have sex. I won't say anything." Luiz
said.
   "I'm confident that you won't," I replied. "You've proven that quite
nicely in your talk with Mr. Gonzolez.  The problem is that government
officials dislike gay people, especially when they want to be a foster
parent or guardian."
   "I see," Luiz said thoughtfully. "What can we do?" he asked worriedly.
   "First of all," I said. "Nobody is going to separate us. I love you too
much to let that happen. Second, we'll just have to wait to see what Mr.
Gonzolez can do. And finally, there are some things we can do right now
to minimize the chances of somebody interfering with our lives together."
   "But what can we do?" he asked.
   "Two things. I'm going to get another apartment -- with two bedrooms so
you will have your own bedroom." Luiz scowled. "That doesn't mean you
have to sleep there unless you want to but it will look better to the
authorities who investigate. Also, we can arrange to have you enrolled in
school. That will also make us more acceptable to the authorities. Mr.
Gonzolez says it should be no problem for you to attend school even
though you aren't a legal citizen."
   "But I haven't gone to school since Papa and I came here. I'm afraid
they'll say I'm not smart enough to be with boys my age."
   "I really think there's little chance of that," I assured him. "You've
been very responsible in studying on your own in the library. I think you
are even smarter than most boys your age ... except, maybe, in math," I
joked. "But you've made a lot of progress in math."
   Luiz thought for a while, possibly weighing the difficulties of going
to school, but then said, "If it will help us stay together, I'll do it."
   "Come here," I said. He walked toward me and I said, "Sit on my lap. I
want to give a hug to the boy I love." He grinned and sat in my lap. I
hugged him and said, "It's going to be all right. Nobody is going to take
you away from me.  You're mine and I'm going to keep you." He looked at
me lovingly and planted a passionate kiss on my lips. I enjoyed it for a
few moments but then pulled away and said, "Don't do that!" He jerked back
and looked at me. His confusion was obvious. "You're getting me horny and
we have to have dinner before we have dessert."
   He pounded his fist on my chest, laughed, and went into the kitchen. I
followed him and helped him prepare dinner. After dinner, I complimented
him on the meal and asked, "What's for dessert?"
   "Me!" he giggled as he started to clear the table.
   "And just what do you think you're doing?" I exclaimed dramatically.
"We haven't had dessert yet. Bring me my dessert," I commanded. He giggled,
walked to the side of my chair, bent down, and kissed me
passionately.  "That's nice," I said. I grabbed his crotch and said, "But I
would rather have this." I stood and led him by the hand into the bedroom.
   The next day, I called the school. I explained that my nephew was
staying with me for an extended time and that I would like to enroll him
in school for the two remaining months of the school year. They wanted to
know his age and his previous schooling. I told them that he would soon
turn 15 and had been home-schooled. The principal then voiced what
would be the first of a series of objections. "We don't accept 'transient'
students." he said coldly.
   "He's not transient," I insisted. "He's staying with me for at least
three years, until he is of age. I work during the day and cannot give him
the instruction he needs."
   "There's only a few weeks left in the school year," the principal said.
"It would be disruptive to accept a new student at this time. Why don't
you call back next September."
   I let my irritation get the better of me. "Disruptive? For whom? For
you!  I thought you were interested in the education of children more than
the disruption of having to do the paperwork necessary to admit a new
student.  Next September is not good enough. The boy just lost his father.
He's an orphan and still grieving over being left alone in the world. He
needs a home and I'm giving it to him. He needs the security of a school
routine to bring some sense of stability."
   "There's no need to shout at me, sir," the principal said assertively.
   "I apologize," I said, finally recognizing that a more reasoned
approach was more likely to succeed than antagonizing him. "My
concern is for the welfare of the boy and seeing that his education is
not jeopardized because his father died."
   The principal continued to resist all my efforts to persuade him to
enroll Luiz. I tried to restrain my growing impatience and anger but lost
it when he said, "I'm a busy man, sir. I don't have time to argue with
you."
   "What?" I yelled. "You don't have time to talk to a citizen? You don't
have time to help a child? I thought that was your job! Must I call the
school board?"
   "Call whomever you like," he said and hung up the phone.
   I was furious. My failure to get Luiz into school was disappointing but
the principal's arrogance was intolerable. Whatever happened to the
notion of public service? I was looking up the number of the school board
when another idea occurred to me. A private school. Tuition would strain
my budget but it was worth it to help Luiz ... to help us both. I had no
clue about private schools but another thought occurred to me. I phoned
Father Garcia and asked if the diocese had a parochial school. He said
that they did and I asked if he might assist me in enrolling Luiz. "Of
course, he said. He gave me the address of the school and offered to
meet me there at 9:00 the following day.
   "I want to discuss this with Luiz, Father, but I'm sure he will be
happy to attend your school. If you don't hear from me tonight, we will
both meet you at the school tomorrow."
   That night, I related my conversations to Luiz. He was very hesitant
about attending parochial school. "They think I'm a sinner, that I'm
abnormal," he objected.
   "The church may think that," I countered. "But nobody at school knows
that you're gay. They'll treat you just like any other student. Even if
they knew and said mean things, which won't happen, it's something that
you and every other gay man has to learn to live with. It's not right but
it's something that you and me and thousands of others must face. One
way of avoiding any problems is to make sure that nobody at school knows
what you are."
   "It's not fair. I'm gay. I'm not ashamed of being gay. Why do I have to
... how do you say it? ... hide in the closet?"
   "No, Luiz, it isn't fair. But for us to stay together, it's necessary.
When we're sure that nobody will take you away from me, you can decide
whether to stay in the closet or come out."
   Luiz thought about the situation and agreed to attend parochial school,
to conceal the fact that he was gay, and, of course, never to reveal our
relationship.
   The staff at the parochial school could not have been more welcoming
nor more cooperative. I was impressed and I think Luiz was both relieved
and optimistic. We left with a list of school supplies to buy, a few
textbooks, a roster of the students who would be in his class, and a
suggestion that, in lieu of tuition for just a few weeks, a 'small
donation' would be appreciated.
   Luckily, my lease expired within a month and I was able to negotiate
with the apartment manager to move into a recently vacated two-bedroom
apartment.  The rent was higher, of course, but not significantly and I
would have paid far more to give Luiz his own room and thereby enhance
my chances of gaining custody. Luiz talked to a few of his father's day-
laborer friends who kindly helped us move all of my furniture into the new
apartment. I tried to pay them but they refused to accept any money. They
said they were happy to do it for Enrique and Luiz. I did persuade them,
however, to be my guests at a local restaurant for dinner. During dinner,
I overheard one say to Luiz, "Su padre nuevo es simpatico." (Your new
father is nice.)
   Luiz scowled and replied with an indignant tone,, "No es mi padre. Papa
es muerto. Jake es mi tio." (Papa is dead. Jake is my uncle.)
   "Lo siento," the man said. "Pero, es muy simpatico, no?" (Sorry, but he
is very nice, no?)
   They spoke for a few minutes more in Spanish but my limited Spanish
couldn't make out what they said. Later, Luiz told me that he had related
the essentials of how I had helped him find his father and given him a
place to stay.
   "What did he think of our having sex?" I joked.
   Luiz looked at me in disbelief but then smiled and shot back, "He said
I'm very lucky. He said he would like to have sex with you. But I told him
that you're mine and he should keep his hands off you."
   We both laughed but I was extremely pleased that Luiz was comfortable
enough to tease me as I had often teased him. It seemed to be a
significant step toward a closer and more meaningful relationship.
   Furnishing Luiz's room was the next challenge. Luiz and I shopped at a
few furniture stores but Luiz strongly objected to paying the prices they
wanted for a bed, chest of drawers, desk, and nightstand. Instead, he
directed me to a Salvation Army store where we found used furniture at a
fraction of the cost. I rented a truck to carry the furniture home and
Luiz persuaded me to hire two of the day laborers to help. Again, they
declined payment but succumbed to my insistence on paying them for
their work.
   We shopped at a Wal-Mart for bed linens, posters, and other incidentals
that would personalize his room. Before checking out, I guided him to the
electronics department where, overcoming Luiz's resistance, we selected
a clock radio with built-in CD player. My final triumph was convincing him
that he needed a computer for his room. He hadn't even used the computer
at the library but I assured him that I would help him learn how to use it.
   When we put the finishing touches on his room, he looked around and
said, "It's very nice, Jake. Thank you for everything. It's too bad I won't
use it."
   "And where will you do your school homework? Where will you keep your
clothes and things? Where will you sleep?"
   "Hadn't thought of that," he said. "I guess you will have to sleep
alone and go back to masturbating."
   "I forgot how," I said. "Maybe you'll have to help me remember."
   "Now?" he asked with that wicked grin that I had grown so fond of. He
grabbed my hand and pulled me into my bedroom where we spent the
next hour celebrating our love for each other. We were cuddling blissfully
together when Fredrico Gonzolez  called to say that he had some
additional information and would we meet with him. Of course, I wanted to
know what the information was but he insisted that Luiz and I meet him in
his office. I agreed and he transferred me to his secretary to make an
appointment.

Chapter Eleven
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   The next day was momentous. It was Luiz's first day at school and we
met with the lawyer in the afternoon. I picked up Luiz at school and, on
the drive to the lawyer's office, Luiz began to excitedly tell me about
his teacher, the other boys in the class (unsurprisingly, he said little
about the girls), and how everyone had made him feel welcome. I was
elated. The tragically disheveled and despondent little boy who sought my
help to find his father had become an exuberant teenaged young man. I
let him babble on about his experience in school until we pulled into the
parking lot at the lawyer's office. "Here we are," I said.
   Luiz looked around, having for the first time since I picked him up
paid any attention to anything in his surrounding but me. "Everything is
going to be all right now, isn't it." he said.
   "Just like I promised you," I replied while still wondering and
worrying about what the lawyer would say.
   Fredrico Gonzolez  was pleased that I had already moved to a new
apartment and enrolled Luiz in school. "That will be a considerable help,"
he said. "But there are still a few problems to resolve."
   I knew what was coming would not be the good news that I hoped for and
that Luiz was confident about. I glanced at Luiz and saw that his
exuberance had faded. In fact, he looked quite solemn. I reached over,
held his hand, and said to him, "Everything will work out. Don't worry."
He gave me a half-hearted smile that had more doubt than trust in it.
   Thankfully, Gonzolez said, "I'm sure it will. There are a few details
to work out." Turning to me, he continued, "I have a contact in Tijuana, a
lawyer with whom I've dealt from time to time. I've told him the
particulars of your case." He paused before saying, "All the particulars
if you know what I mean." He paused again to read my expression.
   "Was that necessary?" I inquired.
   "I believe that it was. And safe. I know my contact quite well. He's...
Well...let's say you and he have...ah...common interests."
   Luiz surprised us both by saying, "I know what you're talking about.
There's no need to talk in code. I know my uncle is gay. I know that you
know that.  And now I know that your friend in Tijuana is gay. So what?
Gay or not, it doesn't matter to me."
   Gonzolez  was clearly taken aback by Luiz's comments but said, "You
are even more perceptive than I thought, young man. And I admire the fact
that you and your uncle are comfortable talking about these things. I'm also
sure that you recognize the difficulties this could present."
   "Of course," Luiz replied. "Uncle Jake and I have talked about it."
   "That's good," Gonzolez replied. "Very good." Turning to me, he
continued, "My contact thinks it will be possible for you to adopt Luiz in
the Mexican court system."
   Both Luiz and I simultaneously exclaimed, "Wonderful!"
   "There's more," Gonzolez continued. "My contact will require a
professional fee for his assistance and there will be ... ah ...
gratuities to expedite the proceedings."
   "What's a gra--two--it--tee?" Luiz asked.
   "A bribe," I answered.
   "Please," Gonzolez corrected. "Consider them as fees paid for ... ah ...
special handling of the paperwork.  You understand, of course, that I can
have no part of any arrangements you or your Mexican attorney may make."
   "And what will the 'fees' be?" I asked.
   "I'm not sure," he replied. "But possibly several hundred dollars.
Cash. In U.S. currency."
   "Done," I immediately said. "When can we get started?"
   "I'll notify my contact that you want to proceed. My secretary will
give you his name, address, and phone number. I will call him and tell him
to expect your call."
   "School lets out in a few weeks," I said. "I've always wanted to
vacation in Mexico." Looking over at Luiz, I added, "Especially since I
have the services of a personal guide."
   Luiz's smile seemed to illuminate the office but he abruptly got
serious and said with an artificially thick accent, "Hey. Gringo. I show
you around? Only two dollars American. You want girl? Two dollars more.
Boys are five."
   All three of us were laughing as Luiz and I left the office. Mrs.
Tilson, the secretary, seemed thoroughly confused by our merriment as she
wrote out the information for Lopez's Mexican contact.
   Walking to the car, Luiz said, "This is the second best day of my life.
I'm going to a real school and Mr. Gonzolez has solved our problem."
   "Second best?" I asked.
   "The best day was when I met you," he said. "I didn't know it then. I
was really sad and worried that day but you helped me and things have
been getting better all the time."
   "I think we should celebrate," I said. "Have you ever been to
Disneyland?"
   "No."
   "Neither have I and I've always wanted to go. We'll go there this
weekend.  We'll drive up Friday evening and spend all day at Disneyland.
You might be too old for some of it but we can both be kids again for a
day." We were only half way across the parking lot but Luiz grabbed me
and gave me a big hug. I enjoyed it for just a moment before saying quite
firmly, "Stop that, young man! Shame on you! Hugging out in public.
People might think we're gay."
   Luiz grinned and asked, "Then I can't kiss you?"
   "Yes, you can, and much more," I said. "But not until we get home." He
flashed me his wicked grin and we proceeded to my car. Half way home,
he asked if I would go a little faster. "What's the hurry?" I asked. "Do you
have to pee or something?"
   "I want to show you something," he replied.
   "What is it?"
   "A surprise. You'll have to wait." he said with a slight giggle.
   I had barely stopped the car in the parking lot of the apartment complex
when Luiz bounded out the door and ran into the building. I walked
up the stairs in the building and down the hall to my apartment without
seeing Luiz. I unlocked the door and went into the apartment but still
didn't see Luiz. I went down the hall and was surprised to find Luiz's
bedroom door closed. I called to him and he called back, "Just one more
minute, Jake." I couldn't imagine what the boy was up to but I didn't have
to wait long to find out because he called out to me, "Close your eyes and
open the door. Don't open your eyes until I say you can."  I was both
amused and puzzled at his request but followed his instructions.  As I
stood in the hallway with the door open, I heard him say, "I saved some of
my lunch from school today. I thought you might like to eat it. You can
open your eyes now."
   What I saw took my breath away. Luiz was standing, completely naked,
with his feet slightly apart and his hands on his hips. He had his wicked
'let's-have- sex' grin. He cock was fully erect and poking through the
center of a donut.  I laughed but immediately got down in front of him on
my knees and began to take careful bites out of the donut as he giggled.
I had taken only a few bites when it fell off. "Thank you," I said. "But I
want something a little more nourishing." I grabbed him and pushed him
onto his bed on his back. "I see you brought me a sausage and a couple
of meat balls. I think I'll eat them."  I playfully pressed my teeth
against his stiff rod as though I were going to take a bite.
   He screamed in delight, "No! Don't eat it! You can eat the donut, not
me!"
   His laughing gave way to silence as I began to suck and stroke his
cock.  His silence was broken by moans as he approached the inevitable
orgasm. The moans were replaced by a a muffled scream as he filled my
mouth with his seed.
   I massaged his chest and stomach while his breathing returned to normal
and then said, "I liked your surprise. The donut was good but you are
much, much better."
   He pulled my head down toward his, gave me a long, wet kiss, and then
said, "You're the most wonderful thing that ever happened to me. I love
you so much.  I'm so happy when I'm with you.  Especially when you play
with my cock.  Can I play with yours now?"
   I returned his kiss and then said, "Luiz, remember a few days ago I was
helping you with your math and you wanted to play?"
   He thought a moment and said, "Yes.  I was horny."
   "You're always horny!  Remember what I said to you then?"
   He thought even longer and replied, "You said I had to do the math
before we could play."
   "Right.  Work before play.  Do you have work to do?"
   "No," he said.  "The teacher didn't give us any homework."
   "Any other jobs you have to do?"
   He gave me a puzzled look and said, "No."
   "Are you hungry?"
   "Dinner!" he exclaimed.  "I forgot about that.  I was just so happy at
what Mr. Gonzolez told us and then giving you the surprise.  I'm sorry."
   "Well," I said, trying to put a pout on my face.  "You wouldn't let me
eat your sausage and meatballs.  I guess we'll have to find something in
the kitchen."  He laughed -- oh, how I enjoyed hearing him laugh.  "You get
dressed," I said.  "I'll fix dinner for us tonight."  I gave him another
quick kiss and, squeezing his flaccid cock, I said, "If you want to play
after dinner, we can."

   The following Friday was Luiz's fifteenth birthday.  He had said nothing
about it but I had seen the date on his birth certificate.  I had not
mentioned it to him but planned to make it a very special occasion.  On
Thursday, I told him not to start dinner the next day and that I thought we
could go out to eat for a change.  I made reservations at an Italian
restaurant overlooking Mission Bay.  On my lunch hour, I did some shopping.
   When I got home from work on Friday, Luiz had changed, as usual, into
shorts and a tee shirt.  When I asked him to put on long trousers and his
Oxford shirt, he wanted to know why.  "Because you look good in them,"
I said, hoping he wouldn't press me for a better answer.  Fortunately, he
didn't nor did he give any signs that he expected a birthday surprise.  He
just gave me a puzzled look and went to his bedroom to change.  Ten
minutes later, we were driving to the restaurant.  He asked where we were
going and I replied, "A friend at work recommended a place and I thought
we would try it out."  The rest of our conversation during the drive
centered on what he had done in school that day.
   The restaurant was relatively small and unpretentious but I knew the
food and service was excellent.  We were seated us on the terrace where
we had a spectacular view of the bay.  I sensed that Luiz was growing
nervous in what must have been an unfamiliar environment for him so I
assured him that it was not much different than eating at the diner near
our apartment.  That seemed to relax him a bit and his anxiety did not
return until he saw the menu.  "Jake," he whispered to me.  "Look at these
prices.  Do you know how many groceries you can get for the price of a
meal here?"
   "But this is a special occasion," I countered.  "It's not every day that
you turn 15."
   He stared at me and his eyes began to tear up.  "Oh Jake.  I don't know
what to say.  Nobody has remembered my birthday since Mama died.  Not
even Papa."
   "Your Papa was a wonderful father," I said.  "He loved you in so many
ways.  He probably just didn't attach any significance to birthdays."
   "Maybe so," Luiz said thoughtfully.  "But maybe he was embarrassed
because he couldn't afford to buy me a present.  But that's okay.  He
gave us a place to live.  We were never hungry.  And when he wasn't
working, he spent time with me."  Luiz paused and said, "I think he's happy
that I'm with you now."
   "I'm certain that he's happy that you're happy," I said.
   Luiz first wanted to order the least expensive item on the menu but I
persuaded him to get the lasagna, which I knew to be a house specialty and
would be enough to satisfy his teenage appetite.  I ordered the same but
couldn't finish it all.  Luiz, unsurprisingly, agreed to finish it for me
along with the remaining bread sticks in the third basket the waiter had
brought.  When the waiter cleared away the dinner plates, I asked him to
bring the dessert that had been prepared for Luiz Loberto.  That completely
confused Luiz but I deflected his curiosity by saying, "Don't worry.  It's
not a donut on a sausage."  It was one of those very rare occasions when I
saw Luiz blush.
   Dessert was a miniature apple-cinnamon pizza with a candle burning in
the center.  Luiz's eyes widened, his mouth went agape, and he was
speechless when he saw it carried by our waiter with two other waiters
following behind.  As they sang Happy Birthday to him, I was afraid he
would burst into tears -- either from joy or embarrassment, I couldn't tell.
   After the waiters left, Luiz was still speechless and clearly overwhelmed
by the experience.  "It's customary," I said, "to make a wish and blow out
the candle.  If you blow it out, your wish will come true."
   "My wish has already come true, Jake.  It's you."
   I reached across the table and held his hand.  He looked at his hand in
mine and then up at me.  "Shame on you," he said.  "People will think we're
gay."
   "Right now," I said, "I don't care.  Let them envy me for having such a
beautiful boyfriend.  Now blow out the candle," I urged, "before it drips
onto the pizza."
   As he blew it out, I reached into my pocket, withdrew a small jewelry
box, and passed it across the table.  "Happy Birthday, Luiz."
   He looked at the box, looked at me lovingly, and wiped his eyes with his
napkin.  He reached for the box and slowly opened it to see a gold chain
with a half-heart suspended on it.  He wiped his eyes again and said, "It's
beautiful.  Thank you."
   "Do you know why there's only half of a heart?" I asked.
   "No."
   I unbuttoned the top button of my shirt and pulled out my own chain.
"Here's the other half.  It means that the two of us are one."  I could
tell that Luiz was about to lose it and that he would be embarrassed over
being seen crying in public so I said, "Why don't you go outside.  Wait
for me in the car.  I'll get a box for the dessert, pay the bill, and be
out in a few minutes.  He apparently understood why I suggested what I
did because he said, "Thank you," and walked quickly out the door.
   The waiter seemed worried that the dessert was not satisfactory but I
assured him that it exceeded my expectations.  We just didn't have room
for it and could I take it home.  He brought the box and the check.  I left
cash on the table for the bill and a generous tip and went to find Luiz.
When I didn't see Luiz in or near the car, I grew concerned and called
his name.
   I heard him reply, "Jake.  I'm over here."  He was sitting on a grassy
strip at the edge of the parking lot, hidden by my car.  His arms were
wrapped around his legs and his face buried between his knees.  I walked
over to him, sat next to him, and put my arm around his shoulder.  "Are you
all right?" I asked.
   "No," he said as his tears began to flow again.  "I'm 15 ... a grown boy
... almost a man ... I shouldn't cry but I can't help it ... I'm so
embarrassed, Jake.  I want you to be proud of me but how can you be
when I'm such a sissy?"
   "Luiz," I said as I hugged him more tightly.  "Are you sad or happy
now?"
   "Happy."
   "People can cry happy tears, Luiz.  It's nothing to be ashamed of.  It
just means you are very, very happy and that you are in touch with your
emotions.  That doesn't make you a sissy.  It just means that you are
very sensitive as well as intelligent.  That's one of the many reasons why
I love you so much.  Did you know that I've cried because you came into
my life?"   He looked up at me in disbelief.  "It's true.  You've made me
so happy that I've cried.  You haven't seen it but I have."  I was
stretching the truth but there was a kernel of truth to what I had just
said.  At first, my tears were in sympathy for a boy who had lost his
father tragically but more recently, I often felt overcome with joy at
having him at my side, in my home, and in my bed.
   We hugged each other for several minutes before I said, "Come on,
Let's go home.  I've got another birthday present for you but I can only
give it to you at home."
   He looked at me for a moment, thinking.  "Is it what I think it is?" he
asked with his wonderfully wicked grin.
   I just returned his grin, helped him to his feet, and we got in the car
for the drive home in the growing twilight.
   We showered together that night for the first time.  Luiz was always
careful about hygiene but I don't think he had ever been cleaner because I
spent a prolonged time lathering every square inch of his beautiful body.
His erection developed almost immediately and stood at attention
throughout. He was obviously enjoying the attention but I enjoyed it as
much as he did.  I saved the best part for last, of course, and when my
soapy hands began to erotically brush across his balls, I saw his cock
twitch.  Moving on to his stiff rod, I was afraid that he would ejaculate
and I wanted him to wait until we were in bed.  When he began to
rhythmically thrust his hips, I knew that I would have to stop.
   "Don't stop," he pleaded.  "I'm about to shoot."
   "I'll let you shoot, Luiz, but not right now.  When you do, it will
be the best ever.  I promise."  He started to object again but I silenced
him by giving him a long, deep kiss, which he accepted and returned with a
passion.
   He washed me but much more quickly than I had washed him.  I guessed
that he was eager to relieve the pressure that had built up in his balls.
We rinsed, dried each other, and went into my bedroom.  I laid beside him
on the bed and said, "Happy birthday, Luiz.  Are you ready for a special
present?"
   "If it's what I think it is, yes."
   "I want you to relax and enjoy.  It will take a while to give it to you
but I think you'll like it."  I massaged his hairless chest, stomach, feet,
and legs while periodically kissing him on the lips or wherever my mouth
happened to be at the time.  When finally I began to lick his balls and up
his persistently hard cock, he moaned.  I brought him close to orgasm again
and stopped.
   Of course, he said, "Don't stop, please."
   I didn't reply but massaged his chest and kissed his neck for a few
minutes.  I then returned to his cock, teasing the sensitive head for a
while before encircling it with my lips.  Almost immediately, he began to
fuck my mouth and was close to orgasm again.  I repeated the ritual,
bringing him to the brink twice more until I felt his erotic agony was
unbearable.
   I slipped my finger into the crack of his ass and toyed with his pucker
by rubbing it just hard enough, I hoped, to increase his arousal one notch
higher.  My mouth stroked his throbbing cock only a few times before he
screamed, seemed to go into convulsions, and filled my mouth with
several forceful blasts of hot cum.
   By the time he recovered from his orgasm, which took much longer than
ever before, his cock had finally deflated and nestled limply into his
pubes.  He opened his eyes, looked at me alongside him, and said, "Thank
you, Jake.  That was wonderful."
   "Do you hate me for teasing you?" I asked.
   "I did for a while, when you kept stopping.  But I know now what you
were doing.  Now I know you were doing something special for me."
   "A special present for a very special boy," I said and gave him a gentle
kiss.  He began to return the favor but I stopped him by saying, "Later.
It's not my birthday, it's yours.  I'm quite happy knowing that you enjoyed
your present."
   We fell asleep in each other's arms.

Chapter Twelve
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   Several days later, at just before 9:00 in the evening, Luiz asked,, "Is
it all right if I go to bed early?  I've done my homework and I'm sleepy."
   "Of course," I replied.  "Are you feeling all right?"
   "I'm fine except that I'm sleepy.  I guess staying awake at night so we
can make love in bed has caught up with me.  I'm sorry."
   "There's no need to be sorry, Luiz.  It's okay.  Just go on to bed."
   "Are you sure?" he asked.  "You really don't mind?"
   "Not at all," I assured him.
   It was the first day since our first sexual encounter that we had not
made love.  As much as I enjoyed our love-making, I was almost grateful for
a day off.  I guessed that Luiz was now comfortable enough with our
relationship that he didn't feel the need to have sex at every opportunity.
   Just after 11:00, I joined him in bed.  He was sleeping soundly and I
was careful not to awaken him.  I was not completely successful.  He
stirred, rolled over, and snuggled into me.  He was still half asleep but
his hand crept down to my soft cock and wrapped around it.  My first
thought was that my perpetually horny lover was signaling an invitation or
a request.  However, with a final sigh, he dropped back into a deep
slumber.  It was unlikely that he was even aware of what he had done but it
indicated to me that he was assuring himself of our intimate relationship,
that he derived both security and satisfaction in it, and that our bond had
reached a new level.  I fell asleep marveling at the joy he had brought to
my life.
   When the alarm went off in the morning, I habitually reached over to
wake Luiz with my customary good morning kiss but he was not there.
I took my morning piss and he was not in the bathroom either.  I quickly
donned my boxers and trousers and walked into the kitchen where I found
Luiz.  Breakfast had been laid and he was sitting at the table with a look
of concern on his face.
   "Are you all right?" I asked.
   "I'm okay," he replied.  "I'm just worried."
   "What are you worried about?"
   "I'm afraid I disappointed you last night...when I went to bed early.
It's the first time we haven't loved each other.  I'm sorry, Jake."
   I sat down next to him and pulled him onto my lap.  "Listen," I began.
"We love each other in a thousand ways...every moment of every day.  We
don't have to have sex to express our love.  When sex becomes a duty to
perform, it loses its meaning.  Sex just for sex can be momentarily
satisfying but it should never be an obligation.  When sex is done as a
part of a loving relationship, it is beautiful.  But it's not the only way
to show love and doesn't have to happen every night."
   The concern on his face was fading as I continued, "You fixed breakfast.
Not because it was a duty but because you wanted to help me.  That's love.
You do lots of things to please me -- like seeing the lawyer, enrolling in
school, and helping me shop -- that's also love.  And just being together,
talking, joking, or just quietly being with each other can be a sign of love."
   He thought about what I had said.  "Like with Papa.  Of course we never
had sex and he didn't say he loved me very often but I knew that he loved
me.  I hope he knew that I loved him."
   "Exactly," I replied.  "It's always nice to tell somebody you love them
but it's even more important to help them, to want to help them, and just
to be there."
   Luiz grinned, gave me a quick kiss, jumped off my lap, and brought me
my breakfast.  "Here," he said proudly, "I want to help you because I love
you."
   Half way through breakfast of bacon, eggs, and toast, he got another
serious look.  I knew something was coming.  "Suppose two people are
in love -- not like Papa and me -- more like you and me.  Suppose one is
horny and the other one is tired.  One wants to have sex but the other one
doesn't.  How can both people be happy?"
   "Good question," I replied.  "But that is just an example of differences
in people.  One may want pizza and the other wants a hamburger.  One may
want to go to the beach and the other wants to go to a movie.  One may
want sex and the other doesn't.  Those differences happen all the time
between people.  Some people argue about it, each one wants to have
his own way.  The arguments can get more frequent and intense.
Married couples get divorced if they let their arguments get out of hand.
So how do you resolve the situation before it becomes serious?  By doing
exactly what you did last night.  You were tired and wanted to go to bed.
You explained why and asked if it was all right with me.  You were honest.
I understood what you wanted and why you wanted it.  You were also
considerate in checking with me about my feelings and possible needs.
Going to bed met your needs.  Checking with me was a loving thing to do
because it demonstrated your interest in my feelings.  It was just one of
a thousand ways that I know you love me."
   I couldn't interpret the thoughtful expression on Luiz's face.  Either
he was digesting what I tried to say or he was still confused.  It turned
out to be the latter.  "I understand what you're saying but I'm still
worried that I disappointed you last night.  I'm afraid you wanted sex and
I was selfish by going to bed early."
   I adopted a drill sergeant tone and expression.  "Now hear this, young
man.  I'm proud of you for stating your need.  I love you for asking my
permission.  Let me assure you, if I had wanted sex, I would have grabbed
you by the hair, dragged you to the bedroom, ripped off your clothes, and
attacked your beautiful body until you begged for mercy."
   I scowled at him until he realized I was teasing again and we both burst
into laughter.  When his delightful laughter subsided, he said, "That's not
fair.  You're bigger than me.  You can drag me to bed but I can't drag you."
   "Don't be so sure," I replied.  "You might be surprised how willing I
would be to become your sex slave.  Now, let's clear up breakfast.  You
have school and I have to go to work."

   That night over dinner, Luiz was unusually quiet.  It was not like him to
be so quiet and I worried that something was wrong.  "You're not still
worried about last night?" I asked.
   "No.  You explained it to me this morning."
   "Then something else is troubling you?" I asked.
   "Well...yes.  I had an argument in school today.  Two boys at lunch were
talking about Jared, another boy at school.  They called him a fag.  He's a
good boy, smart, always does his work, never gets in trouble with the
teachers.  I asked the boys if they knew for sure that Jared was gay.  They
just said he acted like a queer so he must be one.  I asked if they  would
call Jerome--he's a black boy--a nigger.  I asked if they would call me a
spick.  I told them that fag was just as insulting as nigger or spick and
they should watch their language.  Then they started arguing with me.  They
started to give me all that bull crap about gays being sick and sinful.  I
started to tell them that gays were people too and should be respected
even if they were different.  They just looked at me like they couldn't
believe what I had said.  Then they just got madder and stopped listening.
When I said that God loves all his children, they moved to another table.
Was I wrong, Jake?"
   "No.  You were absolutely right to say what you did.  Unfortunately, you
experienced what is too common in society.  I'm sure you know, first hand,
about discrimination against Hispanics.  You also know that gays are the
target of discrimination.  It isn't right but it's reality.  Unfortunately,
what you experienced will happen over and over again."
   "So what do I do when it happens?  Should I object and tell people they
should be more tolerant or should I just ignore them?"
   "Unfortunately, Luiz, there's no simple answer to that.  Every situation
will be different.  Sometimes, you can talk reasonably to others but
sometimes their bigotry is so strong that reason won't work.  In each
instance, you must decide whether arguing for tolerance will solve a
problem or create a bigger one."
   "A bigger problem?" he asked.
   "If you argue with people, even when they're wrong, you might be
losing a friend or even creating an enemy.  Those two boys at lunch today.
How do you suppose they will treat you in the future?"
   "I don't care," he said emphatically.  "They are nothing but bigots."
   "Yes, they are.  And the world is full of people just like them.  Some
of those people you'll have to get along with even if they're idiots."
   Luiz's eyes widened and he said, "It's like Papa told me when we came
here.  He said that some Americans would not like us because we're from
Mexico.  He said that I would have to sometimes ignore the insults because
we needed to be accepted.  He said that learning and working hard would
earn us respect."
   "Your father was a very wise man, Luiz.  There are times when you want
to fight for your rights or the rights of others.  But, unfortunately, there are
times when the best thing to do is wait for a better opportunity."
   "So, was I right to say what I did to the two boys at lunch?"
   "Yes, I think you were.  But their behavior suggests that they are not
likely to change their minds and you would not win the battle, you would
only antagonize them more.  They may even attack you by calling you a
fag-lover or even turning others in school against you.  As you know, a
parochial school is full of people who would torment someone who
defends homosexuality."
   "But they are wrong," he objected.  "We're all what God made us to be.
Why do they insult and torment gays?  That's not loving your neighbor."
   "I can't answer that.  I've said it before -- it's not right but it's
reality.  I know it's tough, Luiz, but the reality is that life is not
fair."
   Luiz thought for several minutes and then said, "I learned to cope with
discrimination against Hispanics.  This is much worse but I guess I can
learn to cope with this, too."
   "I have no doubt that you can," I said.  "I know it will be difficult
because I faced the same difficulties.  But I also know that, together, we
can get through it."
   After a few moments, Luiz said, "The two boys I told you about...they
used a word I didn't understand."
   "And what was that?"
   "It sounded like fudge-packer.  What does that mean?"
   I stifled a chuckle and said, "That's another insulting term for gay
men.  It refers to a sex act where a man puts his penis in another man's
rectum.  Fudge refers to the turds inside that have to be pushed out of the
way to make room for the penis."
   "Sounds gross," he said with a scowl.
   "Lots of gay men do it and find it's very satisfying."
   "Still sounds gross," he said, which made me wonder if he would ever
expand our love-making beyond blow jobs on each other.
    We finished dinner, cleared the table, and washed the dishes as Luiz
told me about his school work and his new friends.  I was delighted that,
with the exception of one dispute with two boys over lunch, he was
finding the school experience to be both challenging and enjoyable.  As
we put the dishes away, I said, "I get the impression that you like going
to school."
   "Oh yes.  Some of the work is difficult but some of it I already know."
   "And you like the other students?"
   "Most of them.  There's two or three boys that are very nice."
   "Do you mean friendly or sexy?"
   Luiz broke out into one of his rare blushes.  "They're sexy.  I don't
want to do anything with them but they make me think of what we do together
and I get horny.  Yesterday, I got hard at the end of a class and had to
hold my books in front of me when I walked out of the classroom."
   "That was a mistake," I said.  "If you had let the other students see
what you had in your pants, the boys would envy you and the girls would
start flirting with you."
   "Don't want girls flirting with me," he said flatly.  "Don't want the
boys either because I've got you."
   His response surprised me.  Previously, he would complain when I teased
him or would come back with a joke of his own.  Never had he ignored my
teasing and given a serious reply.
   As we left the kitchen for the living room, I asked if he had any
homework.  "I did most of it after school but I could use some help with
math."  An hour and a half later, his math homework was finished and he
asked, "Are you horny?"
   "No," I replied.  He frowned in disappointment.  "But I know two things.
First, you are because you asked and because you're always horny.
Second, I could easily get horny just by looking at your beautiful body."
He flashed his wicked grin, took off his shirt, and stood in front of me.
"Weren't you listening to me?" I asked.  I said I could get horny by
looking at your beautiful body.  All I see is half of your beautiful body."
He giggled and began to undo his belt.  "Stop!" I commanded.  He froze,
possibly afraid he had done something wrong.  "Close the drapes and
proceed."  He ran to close the drapes and returned to finish dropping his
trousers.  He stood, rubbing his crotch through his boxers.  "That's almost
enough," I said pretending to be thoughtful.  "I'm not completely horny yet
because you're still hiding the most beautiful part of your body."  In a
flash, he removed his boxers and thrust his hips toward me.  His cock was
just beginning to harden but still hung tantalizingly down in front of his
balls.
   "Now you've gone and done it, young man.  You've made me totally
horny and you'll have to suffer the consequences.  I'm going to attack that
beautiful body.  Nothing you say or do will stop me."  I stood, grabbed him
under the arms while I kicked his feet out from under him.  I lowered him
to the floor and began running my hands all over his chest, stomach, and
thighs.  I put my mouth to work by kissing him passionately and working
down to suck on his mahogany nipples.  By the time my mouth was in
striking distance of his cock, it was erect and leaking.  I licked off the
precum and then up and down his shaft with my tongue.  Luiz lay
compliantly, his eyes were closed, and a slight smile on his lips.
   I sucked and stroked until I felt he was nearing his peak.  Then, I
moistened a finger with my saliva and began to rub his ass hole.  Trusting
that he was about ready to cum and not fully aware of my devious plot, I
gradually slipped my finger into his hole and began to insert and withdraw
only about an inch of my finger in time to my sucking on his cock.  His
orgasm was, as always, copious and I had to swallow before it leaked
out.
   When he recovered, he said, "I know what you did.  You stuck your finger
in my bum."
   "Did you like it?"
   "Yes.  It was even better than when you just rubbed it."
   "Not too gross?" I asked.
   "A little gross, maybe.  But it felt wonderful."
   I kissed him gently and massaged his chest until he said, "You said you
would be a willing sex slave."  He abruptly sat upright on the floor and
commanded, "Take off you clothes, slave!"
   I had played a game with him and now we were to play by his rules.  I
took off my shoes and socks, then stood and began to take off my shirt.
"Faster, slave!" he shouted.  I hurried but not fast enough for him because
he kept telling me to move faster.  Soon, I was as naked as he was.  He
looked at my soft cock and said with disdain, "That's not what I expect
from my slave.  Do I have to get you hard myself?  Lay down here beside
me."  He promptly moved to take all of my flaccid member into his mouth
while he fondled my balls with his hands.  I felt my cock hardening and he
was soon sucking on the tip while stroking the base with his hand.  His sex
slave game was over.  He was now fully devoted to satisfying me.  It didn't
take long before I rewarded his efforts with, I think, three blasts of cum.
   He frequently duplicated my love-making actions and, in fact,
embellished them with techniques of his own.  But he had not touched my
hole as I had done to his.  I decided that I would not force it but
perhaps, in gradual increments, I could induce him to experiment with anal
sex.