Date: Sat, 12 Sep 2009 08:46:55 -0700 (PDT)
From: adm2780 <adm2780@yahoo.com>
Subject: Second Time Around  Chapter Forty-Two

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Chapter Forty-Two:  Second Time Around


As a parent I was accustomed to always being the one responsible for making
plans, reservations, and anything else required for trips and activities.
This time, David wanted to do all the planning and making reservations.  I
offered to help, but he said that would ruin part of the surprise.  As soon
as the boys left on their adventures, David and I began packing for ours.

The day after the boys left, we hit the highway.  David said our
destination was the Port of Ft. Lauderdale.  We were to leave the car there
and get on a hydrofoil for the rest of the trip to Key West.  Once in Key
West we would take a cab to the resort.  The rental agency for our
transportation was within walking distance.  As we left I looked at David.
His enthusiasm and energy were contagious.  He was also full of interesting
surprises.

We were on the highway for only a few minutes when David reached into a bag
he had placed on the rear seat and pulled out some tapes.  While we could
still get good radio reception out of Jacksonville, I didn't object to some
good music.  David normally opted for soft jazz, which I also preferred, so
it should make the trip a little more comfortable.

"What tape do you have?" I asked.  "Who's the artist?"

David gave a puzzled look and then started laughing.

"Oh, no.  These aren't music tapes.  Ever hear of books on tape?  I have a
few really good ones that I think you'll enjoy."

David put the tape in and after about ten minutes I just looked at him.  I
couldn't believe the tape he put in and wondered where he managed to locate
an x-rated book on tape.  The story was about a runaway teen who's picked
up by this old codger in a pickup truck that the old guy likes to talk to,
like it was human. The old guy takes the kid to a cabin in the mountains
and leaves him there, but not until after he gives the kid a blow job.  Of
course, you know something horrible has to happen, it does.  The kid blows
up the cabin because of a leak in the gas line.  Don't worry though, the
kid survives.

When the cabin blew up, the kid, miraculously, wound up floating down the
river on the cabin door.  The kid was unconscious and his bare ass was
exposed to the sun.  He was found by an even younger kid that thinks he
should be able to keep the older boy for a pet.  I hit the pause button.

"Where on earth did you get something like this?  I hope somebody paid you
to take it off their hands."

"Noooo," David protested.  "It's kinda corny and it's x-rated, but it's hot
too.  This author is known as one of the best around.  The young kid winds
up being the grandson of the old codger that gave the teen the blowjob.
The old guy takes the teen in to help him and they all wind up living in
the mountains as nudists."

"You are joking, I hope."

"No way!  Give it a chance, this author is really good.  This story has
some really hot scenes in it, funny ones, too; just wait.  This isn't like
most of the stuff you see online where it's just page after page of sex.
There's a real story line here."

I had to admit that the story was good.  I also had to admit that it had
some really hot scenes in it, particularly when the young kid was trying to
get sexy with the teen.  The old codger had a real dry sense of humor.  As
the story moved along, I noticed that David was really enjoying it,
particularly the parts where the old codger targeted the teen with his dry
wit.

The story only lasted about two and a half hours.  We were around Vero
Beach and decided that would be a good place to stop for lunch.  We picked
the old standby, Cracker Barrel.  I'd never been one for a heavy mid-day
meal, except on Sunday.  David evidently had the same attitude because we
both wound up ordering salads.  Lunch was fairly quiet with talk limited
mostly to the odd things the restaurant had hanging on the walls.

Since we planned, more accurately David planned, this trip I asked where we
were going to stay and what did he have planned for us to do.  He would
only tell me that we were not staying at the Marriott in Old Key West.  He
also said something about just go with the flow, doing whatever we felt
like from day to day, rather than committing ourselves to a schedule.  If
he thought I really believed all that rubbish, then I'm surprised he didn't
try to sell me a bridge somewhere.

"Now that we are on our way, are you going to tell me where we're headed?"
I asked.

"Key West," he answered with a grin.

"Just what I need, a young wise guy.  I know we're headed to Key West.
But, are you going to tell me where we're staying?"

"Tonight, we stay in Ft. Lauderdale.  Tomorrow we board the hydro for the
final leg to Key West and there we stay at a Band B."

"That's it?"

"Ummm, yeah.  More or less," he answered with that mischievous grin.

Riding down the highway I thought he might relent and say more,
particularly after seeing that mischievous grin that I always found
appealing.  He just threw me another surprise.

"Rick," he said, rather subdued, "tell me a secret."

"Tell you a secret?  What kind of secret?"

"A real one," he answered seriously; he took a deep breath and continued.
"There's something I need to tell you and it'd be easier if you told me a
secret first."

He had my curiosity going.  What on earth could he have to tell me that
made him so serious?  And why now?

"Okay, a serious secret.  I've always wanted to have a weekend retreat in a
nudist colony.  Someplace I could go, take the boys, and just be myself
without worrying whether I had a private backyard or unexpected company was
going to drop in.  I want a place where I can go and be myself and not
worry whether people saw me as gay, straight, upside down or inside out."

David looked at me and grinned.  I didn't say anything; I just waited for
his secret.  I kept glancing at him until he got the message.

"Okay, and all I can do is hope you'll understand.  I lied to you about
something.  It happened when we first met and I've wanted to tell you
umpteen dozen times, but something always managed to get in the way.  I
heard what you've said to the boys several times about somebody that would
lie to you.  You know, about if someone will lie to you that they'll
probably cheat or steal, too?  The last time you said that was just when I
was about to fess up, and I backed off.  But, now I think that . . . ."

"David," I tried to say it reassuringly as I reached over and took his hand
while keeping an eye on the road.  "Just say it and stop torturing
yourself, and driving me nuts."  I heard him take a deep breath.

"I lied to you about my age.  I'm three years older than you think.  It's
just this curse I have about looking younger than I really am.  When I was
an escort, people always wanted a younger guy so I got in this habit of
lying about my age."

When I looked at him, he looked absolutely pathetic.  You would think his
world had just come to an end.  Thinking about what I normally said to the
boys about having no use for a liar, I could understand.  I took hold of
his collar and pulled him to me for a quick kiss.  Then I took his hand and
squeezed it while continuing to hold it.

"That's okay.  You still have a cute little bubble butt," I told him, "for
an older guy."

I tried not to laugh . . . . well, at least I tried.  I couldn't even stop
when he poked me in the ribs for laughing.

                                           * * * *

After running through West Palm Beach and then Boca Raton, David told me to
start looking for the port exit.  It was supposed to be a few miles ahead,
but the southeast coast had become so heavily developed you didn't know
when you were leaving one municipality and entering another.  Soon, we
spotted the port exit and headed east.

"I'll assume this is where we board the hydro to Key West?" I asked.

"This is it, but that's not where we're going," he answered while studying
a combination of road map and directions from Map Quest.  "We're staying
here for the night and then boarding the hydro in the morning.  Remember?
However, we will go by the port on the way to the B and B."

I drove while he gave directions.  It was a good thing that I was a patient
person.  He waited till I was almost in an intersection before he let me
know to turn.

"David, you're going to get us both killed by waiting so long to tell me to
turn.  The way these people drive down here it's almost like I'm a red flag
in front of a bull.  Give me a couple of street names in advance of the
turns and I'll watch out for the streets."

He started doing it my way and my nerves settled down.  When we made the
last turn he looked up and started grinning.  He pointed to a parking area
for me to pull in.  We parked in front of what most people would consider
to be a very old Victorian style house with all kinds of Queen Anne trim
work along the eaves and balconies.  Typical of South Florida, it was
painted Flamingo Pink, trimmed in white.  The grounds were well maintained
and attractive.  A sign in front identified it as Coconut Grove Guesthouse.

"Here we are; our accommodations for the night and for a night, or maybe
two, on the return," David announced.

I wasn't surprised since he had already told me we were staying at a B and
B.  However, I will have to admit that I had no idea what to expect, except
that I did expect something a little larger.  This place didn't look as
though it would have more than five or six bedrooms.  I changed that
opinion when I walked through the portico and saw another wing to the
building.

There was a very nice courtyard with tropical foliage all around
surrounding a square swimming pool.  A hot tub was off to the side nestled
among Birds of Paradise.  The area around the pool was inlaid tile.  As I
looked around, I spotted a fountain surrounded by foliage on the opposite
side of the courtyard.  All of the rooms appeared to have a raised porch or
balcony overlooking the courtyard.  Rooms on the second floor had separate
balconies with lattice work on the sides.

"David," my David called out.  I looked round and saw he was approaching a
middle- aged man with salt and pepper hair and a paunch.

"Da-viiiiiid," the man called back to my David.  The two met, wrapped their
arms around one another and greeted each other in what I called the
European style.

When the two of them finished hugging, David turned and motioned for me to
join them.

"David, I want you to meet someone," my David said.

"Da-viiiiiiid, is this Rick?  THE Rick you have told me so much about?"

Now, that last remark definitely piqued my curiosity.

"Yes, this is the one.  Rick, meet David.  He owns this place; and a few
others," my David said with a warm smile.  "David, do we get the suite I
requested."

"Da-viiiiid, you know you do.  You ask for the honeymoon suite, you get the
honeymoon suite.  I made sure everything was done special, just like you
told me.  Does Rick know?"

"Know what?" I had to ask.

"This is a clothing optional, all male B and B," my David answered. "You
wanted the lifestyle so I thought we could start from the beginning."

"What's so different about it?  I've seen many B and B's similar.
Admittedly, many were not nearly as nice.  This place really looks good."

"Thank you, my friend," David responded.  "Has our Da-viiiiid said anything
about cocktail hour, the beach, nightly entertainment, etc?"

"No, I haven't," my David quickly cut David off.  "However, we are going to
go upstairs and change into our beach wear.  We still have two or three
hours for the ocean."

"Good, you two have a good time.  I assume you mean Sebastian Beach so you
can walk.  Where are your bags?  I'll have them taken to your room while
you two sit here and have a glass of wine with me."

"The bags are in the car," I answered, pointing to the Cadillac parked on
the street.

David turned around and motioned for someone.  Within seconds, a young man
with a dark tan, black hair, eyes that looked like bottomless pools, and
teeth so white they were almost blinding, appeared.

"Raul will take your car around back and put it in my personal garage.  He
will take your bags to your suite.  Tomorrow, I personally will drive you
to the boat and keep your car safe, here.  I will pick you up when you
return and bring you back to stay with me one more night."

It was more like a statement of what would be than an offer.  David looked
at me like he didn't expect any response other than to comply.  So, I did.

                                           * * * *

We both wore a swim set to the beach; swim shorts with matching top that
fastened about half way up the front.  Of course, the only appropriate
footwear was sandals.  David said we could get towels at the beach as
guests of the B and B.  We wouldn't need any money.  If we wanted to get a
drink or something, just charge it to the room.

"But, how do they know we're staying at the B and B?" I asked.

"That's why the clerk put the stamp on the back of your hand; plus, a lot
of them know me."

"Speaking of knowing you, you and David seemed mighty friendly.  Also,
what's this thing he has about pronouncing your name like the second
syllable has ten E's in it? Da- veeeeeed?"

"That's something that started when I was about seventeen.  I was here with
my mentor and a friend.  Someone started teasing one night because of my
age and I was sneaking glasses of wine.  Well, naturally, I drank a little
too much and started putting on a show."

"What kind of show?"

David just looked at me and I didn't ask again.

"Evidently, no, in reality, I drank waaay too much and got totally smashed.
I understand that I started doing a little dance, did a striptease, teasing
some of the guys, and I've been told a few other things which I still don't
believe.  Anyway, it all comes from that episode."

"You were seventeen, drinking, drunk, strip dancing, and sexually teasing a
bunch of guys in a gay B and B?  I'm surprised they let you do it.  You
were underage."

"Don't be naïve, Rick.  That's why they let me do it.  Nobody got hurt and
nobody complained.  At least, I never heard of anyone complaining.  David
will tease me and try to get me to do it again.  Every time I'm here, he
tries to goad me into it and every time I decline.  It's kind of a running
joke with us.  Besides, I'm not seventeen anymore, so it wouldn't be so
much fun.  Part of the fun was getting away with something that should have
been illegal."

"Suppose the police had seen you?  Do you know where you'd be now?"

"What makes you think they didn't see me?  At least, two that I know of."

I took a deep breath, three deep breaths actually, and decided to let it
all drop.  Something told me I didn't want to know any more.

We approached a small building and stepped inside.  There was an attendant
dressed in all white sitting on what was probably at one time a bar stool.
David just told him we needed towels and a locker; the attendant promptly
handed us towels and a key.  We stepped into another room.

"By the way, this is a gay nude beach.  We leave our clothes here so they
don't get all messed up."

"We have to go nude?" I asked.

"No, but if we don't we'll probably be the only ones out there wearing
anything."

"Where are we supposed to keep these keys?"

"We turn them in to the attendant.  You have to remember your locker number
or you could be up the creek, so to speak, without any clothes when we go
back."

When we walked outside, I realized that he was right.  There were only men
and, to my surprise, boys, on the beach.  I only saw a couple of people
with any tan lines.

"They also call this the anti-constitutional beach," David said with a
grin.

"Why?" I asked and then realized the mistake.

"Look around you.  Can you say that all these men have been created equal?"

I looked at David and took another deep breath.  Without saying another
word, I snatched him up, threw him over my shoulder, and ran for the ocean.
Everyone we passed was laughing.

I had spent a lot of time outside, nude; in my own backyard.  To run nude
on a public beach with scores of strangers, also nude, around me felt
different.  At first, I felt a little intimidated.  It wasn't because I
felt inferior; I just wasn't accustomed to the 'strangers' part.  After a
few minutes I no longer thought about the strangers and relaxed. Actually,
the warm sun shining on my entire body, feeling my manhood swaying around
in a cool breeze, and the overall sense of freedom at the seashore was
incredible.

The only real challenging part of the beach scene for me was the five
people who came up to David to greet and talk with him.  I knew his
background and wondered if these people were former clients.  As former
clients, they sure were friendly.  I also felt a little like I was being
sized up for some reason.  David must have sensed my anxiety.

"One was a former client, the others were just friends," he said smiling at
me as we walked back to the guesthouse.  "I may have been an escort at one
time, but even working boys like to take vacations, particularly alone.
This was one of my favorite spots."

                                           * * * *

A couple of hours of romping around naked on the beach was enough for me,
particularly after a five hour drive.  When we returned to the guesthouse I
had to admit that I was really impressed with the room.  The room was
furnished very comfortably; a homey type comfortable rather than the usual
commercial comfortable found in many of the better hotels.  We had an
overstuffed sofa and loveseat with a large ottoman.  The lamps looked like
something one might have in their home.  There was air-conditioning, but it
was left off in favor of a ceiling fan.  The balcony doors were also open,
letting in the ocean breeze.

We stepped into the shower to rinse off the sticky sea salt and I made a
mistake.  I started bathing David and as I did, nature took over.  I gave
him a passionate kiss, pressing him against the shower wall.  He looked
into my eyes and then bent over and sucked my right nipple into his mouth.
When he bit down on it lightly and began to chew, it was over.  He wrapped
his arms around my neck and then wrapped his legs around my waist.  The
message was clear.

I carried him to the bed where I lay him down gently.  I could feel his
stiff member poking me in my stomach.  After giving him a gentle kiss, I
shifted my attention to his ear where I pressed my tongue into his canal;
he squealed through gritted teeth.  Not wanting to waste time, I quickly
moved down to swallow him, pinching his nipples on my way down and
eliciting a groan of passion as he arched his back.

Placing my hands under his buttocks, I lifted his hips as I swallowed him.
I had to fight off an initial gag reflex because I moved down on him so
quickly.  The contractions in my throat teased him and he reached down and
grabbed two handfuls of hair.  He tried to pull me up, but I wouldn't yield
my position.

His scent was fresh and youthful.  His taste was manly.  As my tongue
flicked over the head, I let my fingers move towards his crack so I could
tease him there.  With my fingers on either side of that most private place
I pulled him open in rhythm to my sucking.  He stopped pulling at my hair,
but used his grip to keep me in place as he began to thrust his hips.  I
pulled at the sensitive hole and used my fingernails to tease the ultra
sensitive tissue.  His breathing became rapid as he gasped for air and
moaned.  I knew he would soon lose control and give me what I wanted.

And he did.

                                           * * * *

Dinner was a choice of the dining room or the courtyard.  The owner had
reserved us a table in the courtyard, near the fountain.  The setting was
surrounded on three sides by landscaping, giving us a degree of privacy.  A
bottle of wine sat in an ice bucket.  Raul showed us to our table, grinning
like a Cheshire cat the whole time, even while he poured us a glass of
wine.  Raul then excused himself, telling us he had to prepare for the
evening.

Within a matter of minutes of being left by ourselves, people began to
approach us.  All of them knew David and were very friendly.  Most were
very friendly towards me.  All of them gave me 'the look'.  I was being
assessed and judged on the spot and I felt that a few of them thought I
might not be good enough for David.  I found most of this to be amusing.

While we were talking to one of our well wishers, a plate of Oysters
Rockefeller appeared over my left shoulder.  When the server moved around
to serve David, I realized that it was Raul; a very differently dressed
Raul.  When he poured our wine, Raul had been dressed in light tan slacks,
a dark maroon sport shirt, and sandals.  The maroon set off his dark
complexion and youthful features beautifully.  Now, he was dressed in a lot
less . . . . a lot less!

Watching him serve David, there was little doubt that Raul had deliberately
brushed his maleness against David's arm.  When David looked up, Raul broke
into a broad grin.  I guessed that there was a history of some sort here
and knew I would hear about it when David was ready to tell me.  In the
mean time, I couldn't help but admire Raul.

His dark complexion suggested a strong Carribean heritage.  He had a
swimmer's build with a thin waist accented by nicely developed six pack
abs.  His arms showed the flowing contours of muscle from shoulder thought
the upper arm.  Looking closely, I realized he had shaved any hair from his
pits which were also tanned very nicely.  His chest had well defined pecs
that shown with a light coating of oil and were accented by nickel sized
nipples that were soft and puffy.  The narrow waist gave way to equally
narrow hips.  The side of each buttock was nicely dimpled and jumped with
the movement of his coltish legs.

Raul was wearing a blood red loin-cloth that appeared to be made from
semi-transparent material that I guessed to be cotton or linen.  It was one
piece of cloth that ran between his legs and covered only the inner half of
each buttock.  The front rose to barely above the pelvic bone, suggesting
he had shaved any unwanted pubes, and hung down to a little above his
knees.  The cloth was held up by a gold braided cord tied on the left side.
The ends of the cord draped down the side of his thigh.  He wore a gold
rope necklace with three loops.  One loop was held in the front by a small
ruby colored clasp.  The ends hung down to just above his navel.

Raul was dressed to look sexy and hot.  He was!

"Careful, big guy," David said with a smile.  "Don't let the drool mess up
your shirt."

"Sorry," I replied, blushing with embarrassment.  "I can't believe how he
looks, dressed like that.  He looks so young and innocent."

"He's supposed to," David replied.  "He's here to provide entertainment to
the guests during dinner.  He'll approach anyone who needs a drink poured
and a table cleared.  Watch him.  He'll deliberately brush against them,
like he did to me."

"David, he almost looks to be too young to be here."

"Raul is about seventeen, which means technically, he is too young.
However, at these places, some rules are bent.  The number one rule with
Raul is that you may appreciate his beauty, but you may not touch.  At
least, not in a sexual way.  If anyone touches him without getting his
permission first, the gentle person that greeted us when we arrived becomes
anything but gentle.  David is Raul's guardian.  He used to be his master."

That last statement got my attention real fast.  I was dumbfounded.

"What do you mean; he called David 'master'?" was my immediate response.
"There's no way that's going to happen here; it's illegal."

David looked at me with one of his 'I hope you're not serious' looks.

"Rick, you're being a little naïve, again.  Some people like being treated
as slaves and there are underground organizations where they are
registered, sold, traded, everything.  However, Raul wasn't in that
situation."  I sat semi-patiently waiting for him to explain.

"Raul comes from an island off the west coast of South America.  His
parents were in debt and couldn't pay.  In their country, it is acceptable
for the family to offer a child in payment.  The child isn't abused,
theoretically, and when he attains a specific age, he's free again.  It's a
modern day form of endentured servitude as I understand it.

"Raul's master owed David some money.  When David found out about Raul, he
reacted much the same as you just did.  David took Raul as payment of the
debt.  That was four years ago.  Since then he's been working to get Raul
the necessary papers to stay here.  When he tried to set Raul free and send
him home, Raul said he must stay or his family would be disgraced."

"That is correct," David stated as he strolled near us.  "I have custody
papers on him now, but the boy is stubborn.  He insists that he must pay
back the money that was owed before he can be free.  We have an agreement
now.  He is required to attend school and maintain honor roll grades.  He
works around here helping take care of the place and our guests.  Half of
his pay goes to him and the other half against the debt.  It just so
happens that, as luck would have it, the debt will be paid in full just
before it's time for him to graduate from high school.  His earnings will
be just enough for him to pay his college tuition and he will continue to
work here for room and board.  Family honor is protected and I have a ward,
who I really think of as a son, who makes me the proudest man in the
world."

Just as David finished the story I noticed Raul approach a table on the far
side of the court.  He allowed the men to caress his firm butt and then
stepped back when the two men each had a good feel.  The men were saying
something to him; it appeared they were negotiating.  One of the men
slipped some money down the front of Raul's outfit.  The boy wiggled his
pelvis for them and they laughed.

The older of the two men, who appeared to be around my age, took two bills
that looked like twenties and waived them at Raul.  Raul stepped forward
and spread his legs a little.  The man placed one hand on the inside of
Raul's thigh and slipped the bill between thigh and scrotum.  The second
bill was slipped on the other side of the scrotum.  Apparently, Raul had to
be able to walk off, for a given distance, without dropping the bills.  He
squeezed his legs together and took small steps as he left the men.  The
small steps had the effect of Raul wiggling his butt at the men and causing
the loin-cloth to wave back and forth.  Everyone watching cheered as they
focused on Raul's butt.

Raul walked towards our table, or more precisely, towards his guardian.
When he reached us he turned back to the two men and smiled.  He then
spread his legs and jiggled his butt, causing the two bills to fall to the
ground.  He picked them up and handed them to his guardian.  David folded
the bills in half and stuffed them down the front of Raul's outfit.

"No, the tips are yours to keep.  Is everyone behaving?" David asked with a
hint of serious concern.  Raul smiled and nodded as he poured us another
glass of wine.  When I looked up, another server approached us and served
us roast lamb.  My David cut a bite off and, sticking it with his fork,
offered it to Raul.  The boy eagerly let David feed him the lamb.

"I have to go entertain the people," Raul commented as he left us.

David excused himself and left us with our privacy, such as it was.  The
lamb was incredible.  Whoever David had cooking sure knew what they were
doing.  We sat at the table feeding one another like two silly kids; then
the music started.  Out of the corner of my eye I saw Raul slink out to the
middle of the courtyard.

Raul began what turned out to be a very sensuous dance.  I watched him as
we ate and, at one point, looked over at David.  I didn't have to ask
because David's smile answered the unspoken question.  Raul was doing a
dance that David had taught him.  When the dance ended, there was much
applause and calls of approval.  Men sitting at the various tables motioned
for the boy to come over.  Raul approached each table, giving each table a
little sensuous movement as he neared.  I watched as the men stuffed bills
in Raul's pouch.  More than Raul's growing boyhood seemed to be filling the
pouch quite nicely.

Following the entrée, we received coffee and dessert, served again by Raul.
The dessert was cherries jubilee with the usual joke about popping all the
cherries you could handle.  I don't know how long we sat there, but it was
long enough that most of the people were no longer interrupting us. We
declined an offer of brandy and sipped on our coffee.  It had been a long
time since I had a brandy after a good meal, but I also knew brandy could
make me drowsy.  I didn't want anything that might suppress the stimulant I
was feeling inside.

Soon, the music changed from the soft background sound, to a harder beat.
I looked up and saw Raul bouncing to the middle of the courtyard.  Raul
quickly moved into a dance that involved hard, gyrating moves.  He thrust
and bounced to the beat.  This dance wasn't sensuous like the first.  This
dance was to be lustful and challenging.  He hadn't been dancing long when
he approached our table and held a hand out to David.  The pleading look in
his eyes said what he wanted.  When David looked at me, I encouraged him to
go with the boy.  With the dance they were doing, the two of them might as
well have been naked and completely engaged in some pretty wild carnal
activities.

David, the owner of the guesthouse approached, and I motioned for him to
sit down and join me.

"I think you may realize by now that you are the envy of many people here
tonight."

I didn't respond, but waited to see if he would continue.

"Many men have tried to get David into their room; actually, into their
bed.  He has been here with only one other man, and that was his mentor.
He has been here many times alone, but he would never accept any of their
proposals.  These people know it, and because of that, they know that you
must be very special.  And, very lucky."

"I consider myself to be very fortunate," I answered with a grin.
"Sometimes I still can't believe it and wonder if I'll just wake up and
find it's a dream."

"It's no dream, my friend.  David is very special."

I knew exactly what he meant by calling my lover very special.  Besides
being special to me, it was easy to realize that everyone there thought a
lot of him.  I watched him dancing with Raul and paid particular attention
to their expressions.  There was no doubt that Raul thought a lot of my
David.

"Raul dances as though he's trying to seduce my David."

"He probably is," the man answered with a laugh that was both light and
serious.  "Raul thinks David walks on water.  Every time David comes, Raul
is his happiest.  David takes time with him and teaches him, but asks
nothing in return.  Others always expect Raul to pay them with favors.

"I have tried to be very liberal and understanding with Raul.  He is a boy
with needs and he has tasted the fruits of pleasure.  I am very much with
him as David has led me to believe you are with your sons.  If Raul comes
to me and wants to give, or wants me to give him comfort, I don't deny him.
It is always my pleasure.

"When David is here, the two of them spend a lot of time together.  It is
much like brothers with Raul worshiping his big brother.  They talk, and I
know they sometimes do other things.  Once, when Raul and I were talking,
he told me that he offered himself to David, but David refused, saying he
was too young.  Raul was thirteen at the time and, thankfully, still a
virgin back there.  I don't know how much longer they waited, but David
began teaching the boy the arts of giving pleasure, and receiving pleasure.
It is something done with love, not lust.  I would really have preferred
that Raul wait, but I knew he wasn't totally innocent when I got him.  I
couldn't think of anyone I trusted more than David to teach him, so I told
them I would not object."

The young man and the boy continued to dance.  Raul's body glistened with a
light coating of sweat from his exertions.  The lust in his eyes was
obvious; so was the longing.  Standing together, their lips rubbed across
the other's.  It wasn't a kiss, it was so sensual and erotic that it can't
be put into words.  It was obvious that the boy was offering himself and
then pulling back, knowing that the young man now belonged with someone
else.  All I could do was sit there and admire them.

"In the mornings, do you serve breakfast?" I asked, seeming to surprise the
man with the change of subject.

"Yes, in the dining room, or out here, or in your room if you prefer."

"Will Raul be serving in the morning?"

"Oh, yes.  I imagine he will want to serve you and David again before you
leave."

"I have a special request." The man turned to look at me.  "In the morning,
why don't you ask Raul to bring breakfast for two to our room.  We usually
enjoy eggs with bacon, toast and juice.  We both also drink coffee."

"It would be my pleasure to personally prepare your breakfast, and I know
Raul would want to serve you."

"Well, there's a second part to my request.  You see, I have always
wondered what it would be like to wait tables and serve guests.  Maybe Raul
could serve David breakfast and I could take his place down here?"

I watched and waited as the man digested what I said and understood its
meaning.

"I was right," he responded.  "David knows what he is doing.  You are truly
a remarkable man."  I could only give him an understanding smile.

"I think I need to retrieve my young man before he wears himself out.  I do
have plans for him and I think Raul may want to save some of his strength."

I scooped up my young man to the hoots and hollers of those around us.  We
entered the room and the heat radiating from his body was incredible.  The
way he held me and ran his hands all over my body, not to mention how he
tried to rip my clothes off me, said the heat was generated by more than
the dancing.

We made it to the shower and when the petting began to get real heavy, I
turned on the cold water.  He yelped and I laughed.  We rinsed ourselves
off and prepared for what we knew would be a full evening of physical
pleasures.  I picked him up and carried him to the bed.  He shook his head
no and pointed to the balcony.  We made it to the hammock where I lay down
and he straddled me.  We were both so hard it almost hurt.  He had that
mischievous grin I loved.

"We saw you and David talking and watching us.  Raul wanted to know what
you were talking about and I told him it was about him and me."  I couldn't
help but grin.  "You offered to step away and let Raul spend time with me
didn't you?"

"Why don't we say that he'll be providing room service for two and I'll be
helping in the dining room.  What the two of you serve one another is up to
you."

I had just given David my consent to be with someone else.  I always
wondered how I would handle something like that if it ever arose.  Quite
honestly, I didn't think it would ever happen, but in this case it just
felt right.

David put a foot on the floor and pushed, causing us to sway.  He slowly
reached down and gave me a sensuous kiss as he stretched his body over
mine.  Time could have stopped forever.

End Ch 42
To Be Continued

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