Date: Sat, 27 Dec 2014 10:21:56 +0000
From: Alain Mahy <amahy1957@gmail.com>
Subject: Our Doctor 6

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We had just one week to settle everything before boarding a plane to Spain!
On top of that we were going to be away for a whole month, as Jaime didn't
know exactly how much time all the official papers would take.  He had
already contacted his embassy and most of the paperwork was on its way
already, but nonetheless, he didn't want to take any risk and miss his
flight for a stupid paper.

Peter had to cancel quite some appointments and finding another person to
cover him in others.  I had to warn my boss that I was going to be away,
but as I just hoped it would be, he didn't have any problem with it as we
were entering the low season.  Doc had his colleague who would take care of
Doc' patients and Jaime had already settled it with his associates who knew
he had to renew his passport.

Peter and I had to go shopping for suitable clothes for Spain's climate.
We also wanted to have a nice outfit for the wedding ceremony.  The week
flew by at an incredible speed and before we even realized it, we were at
the airport and boarding our plane to Madrid.  Doc had done things well.
We were in first class!  I had never flown in first class and neither had
Peter nor Jaime.  We were at awe when seated and having so much space just
for us.  The flight attendant was really professional but we noticed a few
glances that didn't leave anything to the imagination.  He had special
attentions towards us and we could really appreciate the fact he was doing
everything he could to please us.  Customer's satisfaction at its very
best!  The flight was uneventful and with everything we had had to do in
the previous week, we were a bit tired and we dozed off most of the time.

We landed in Madrid and Jaime had arrange a rent-a-car for us as he wanted
to show us quite some nice places and make this trip as enjoyable as
possible.  He had said we didn't have to worry for hotels or anything as he
had enough family and friends where we would be able to stay.  Doc, Peter
and I were a little surprised that the rented car was a BMW 530i.  I
wondered how he could afford it being officially just a waiter.  Jaime saw
our quizzical looks and explained to us that he was actually quite wealthy
and that the job he did at the restaurant was not out of obligation, but
rather because he just didn't want to stay home doing nothing.

Before long we left Madrid and were on our way to God knows where.  Jaime
was at the steering wheel and knew the road better than the contents in his
pocket.  The weather was beautiful and we enjoyed the scenery while Jaime
explained what we saw and where we were.  We were heading south, that was
the only thing I knew.  Jaime was apparently an expert driver and he even
went over the speed limit a few times.  Each time he did, Doc put his hand
on his thigh and squeezed it and Jaime lifted his foot from the
accelerator.  We heard Doc say a few times that we were not in a hurry and
that he didn't want to be a widow before the wedding.

We arrived in a village a little north from Seville.  Jaime took a small
road that you wouldn't have seen if you didn't know where you were.  We
arrived at a fenced property and Jaime took out his Spanish mobile phone
and punched a number on the screen.  The immense iron gate opened
immediately.  He drove in and as I looked back I saw the gate closed
automatically.  We soon reached a magnificent and typical Spanish house
surrounded by trees and plants I had never seen before.  As the windows of
the car were open, we could smell a very nice fragrance that I guessed were
from all the plants and flowers.  He stopped the car in front of the main
entrance and got out.  The door of the house opened and ageless woman came
out and hugged him.  We had no doubt it was his mother.  A gentleman who
had really Spanish features and whose personal pride was more than evident
closely followed her.  Jaime introduced us to both of them as being his
parents.  He first presented Peter and me and kept Doc as last.  He
introduced him in Spanish, of course, and said to his parents that Doc was
the love of his life and that he was the man he was going to marry.
Jaime's mother took Doc in her arms and hugged him affectionately.  Jaime's
father was a little more reserved in his actions but had a wide smile on
his face and wished us all welcome to his house.

Both his parents were apologizing for their poor English and poor Jaime had
more work translating everything than actually have a conversation with his
parents.  We all went in and were ushered to the terrace in the back yard,
next to the swimming pool.  Jaime apologized because he was going to speak
Spanish to his parents to bring them up-to-date of everything.  So the
three of them were soon in a very animated conversation, and if you hadn't
known them you would have thought they were arguing.  That was not the
case.  It was just their way of talking.  While they were talking a woman
came out with refreshments.  She was more than welcome as we were all quite
warm and not used to the climate.

It was funny because Jaime turned to us a few times, still apologizing for
not translating everything.  My knowledge of the Spanish was limited, but I
could understand the general meaning of their conversation.  It seemed to
be that Jaime's parents had been quite busy since he told them that we were
coming over and the purpose of his trip.  His mother had organized already
most of the wedding although Jaime had said he wanted something really
intimate.  She insisted it was going to be intimate, as she had reduced the
guest list to a little over a hundred people.  I was amused to see Jaime's
face and to see the difference of the meaning of "intimate" between mother
and son.  But after about half an hour, Jaime's father said that they could
talk more a bit later, that they shouldn't leave their guests on their own.

Then Dolores, Jaime's mother, turned to me and said half in English half in
Spanish:

- I am sorry for your loss!  But I am happy you found love again.

I was stunned, as I hadn't told Jaime my story and I doubted Doc would
have.  As I looked over at Doc, his expression was as surprised as mine.  I
looked over at Jaime and he wondered what his mother was talking about.

I asked her how she knew and it was Pedro, Jaime's father, who answered.

- You have to know my wife is a medium.  She feels things and sees people
we don't see.  She has a connection with the hereafter and talks with
spirits.

Dolores came over to me and took my hands in her and looked intensely in my
eyes.  Then she went back to her seat and closed her eyes for a few
moments.  She didn't open her eyes when she started to talk:

- Jeremy is very happy for you.  He apologizes for leaving without saying
goodbye.  He is sorry that you were so miserable, but he had to go, he had
no choice.

I was flabbergasted but very happy at the same time.  She had a connection
with Jeremy and I wondered if I would be able to talk to him through her.

- Yes, Dolores said, you can talk to him through me.  I mean that you talk
to him in silence and I will tell him his answers.  But I can already tell
you he is happy where he is.  He is watching over you and Peter.  He asks
me to tell you that you are both made for each other and as long as you
love each other like you loved him, you will have a happy life.

In my heart I asked Jeremy if he had spoken to me when I was at our secret
spot with Peter and Doc and if he had left a note in the book signing just
with a J.

- The answer is yes on both questions, Dolores said, but he won't tell you
how the note came in the book.  He says he has some powers now that he
would never have had while he was alive.  He says these powers will allow
him to protect you and to watch over your relationship.  He says you will
be reunited with him, but not now.  It will take many years before that
happens.  He says to all four of you to be happy and to be yourselves.  He
blows a kiss at all of us.

And then she opened her eyes as if she was waking up.  Despite of that, she
had a wonderful smile on her face and she looked truly happy.  I had moist
eyes and Peter took my hand showing me his concern and care.

Pedro stood up and said that this was calling for celebration and I wasn't
sure if he meant the wedding of his son, or the connection with Jeremy.  He
went into the house and came back a few minutes later with a bottle of his
finest Cava (= Spanish Champagne).  The housekeeper, with a tray of snacks
and Champagne flutes, followed him.  From then on, the conversation was
light and pleasant.  I tried my best Spanish and Jaime's parents their best
English and surprisingly enough we understood each other quite well.

Around ten Pedro and Dolores left us to ourselves.  It was still quite warm
and I was looking at the swimming pool, which looked really inviting.
Jaime followed my look and said we could have a dive into the water before
going to sleep.  Joining the action to his word, he stood up and started to
take off his clothes.  He said skinny-dipping was almost a tradition in his
family and as soon as he was in his birthday suit, he jumped into the
water.  We all followed really fast and the refreshing water was
God-sent. We played in the water and swam some laps.  Being all naked and
very much in love with our partner, we didn't withhold to grab and kiss.
When we came out of the water, we were sporting hard-ons.  Jaime went into
the house and came with bath towels.  We dried off, but our hard-ons didn't
go away.

Jaime lead us to our rooms and wished us goodnight as he dragged Doc into
the room next to ours.  Peter fell on the bed with his towel still around
his waist.  I urged him to take the towel away and we lay down on top of
the sheets because it was still so hot.  We cuddled to each other but were
also exhausted from the journey.  We drifted off to sleep in no time at
all.



We woke up to the sound of someone knocking at the door and heard Jaime say
that breakfast was in 15 minutes.  There was no time for frolicking or even
a quickie.  We couldn't have our hosts waiting.  Peter and I took a quick
shower allowing ourselves just some kisses and a little playful grabbing,
bit thought the better of it and were dressed in shorts and T-shirts to go
down to the terrace.  An incredible buffet was setup and there was so much
food on display that it was hard to choose what to eat.  Pedro was swimming
some laps and invited us to join him.  He pretended that a dive in the
fresh water would open up our appetite.  We all dove in and I had to admit
that Pedro was right.  After the swim I was famished and when I looked at
what the others put on their plates, I was not the only one.

Dolores announced that the wedding ceremony would be only three days later.
We were all stunned, except for Jaime who knew his mother all too well and
knew she had been very busy since he announced his arrival and the purpose
of the trip.  Doc was his pragmatic self and let it all flow over him.
Peter and I still wanted to get into town, as we had had no time to find a
wedding present before we left.  Jaime set the GPS up and said to just
follow the instructions.  The GPS would lead us to an underground parking
and we would not have to find a parking place.  From that underground
parking we would be able to walk around old downtown Seville and enjoy the
scenery and shopping if we wanted.  He had no idea we went for his wedding
present.  Dolores however sensed our purpose and took me apart, giving me
some ideas and the way to get to the appropriate shops.

Peter took the wheel and as soon as the engine roared to life, the GPS gave
its first instruction.  I was surprised at the accuracy of that tool, as I
had never used one before.  The countryside was splendid and driving into
town allowed us to see magnificent buildings and monuments.  We walked in
the narrow streets of downtown Seville and even that was a special
experience.  That city had a really magical effect on probably more people
and us.  We stopped at a hundred places, discovering Spanish folklore and
beautiful shops.  At one point we reached the "Barrio de Santa Cruz" which
is probably the oldest part of downtown with very narrow streets and so
much flowers that their fragrance made my head spin.  We sat at terraces
enjoying a nice local wine and served with "tapas" which are small portions
of different plates.  At a jeweler's shop we found pendants being two
hearts on two chains.  We asked if it could be inscribed and that was no
problem at all but we would have to come back two hours later.  The
pendants were probably a little more expensive than what we wanted to
spend, but it was for our best friends, so we said ok.

We found a place where there were carriages pulled by horses.  We decided
to make a tour of the city in one of those carriages and the tour guide was
a pleasant young man, speaking perfect English and who was absolutely
gorgeous.  As he was sitting on the front bench we had also a nice view of
his butt and Peter made silent comments by wiggling his eyebrows.  That
tour guide knew his job really well and told us a lot of things about his
city that he undoubtedly loved.  Apart of knowing his job to perfection, he
had a permanent smile on his face, showing his perfect white teeth.  He was
naturally tanned and had wavy jet- black hair as well as very expressive
eyes.  We couldn't have found anything better.  Neither Peter, nor I, would
mind having him spicing up our sexual life even if it was very
satisfactory.  After a very extended tour, he left us where we started it.
He gave us his card and said to call him if we wanted to discover the city
more and saying that he winked at us.  His card was very simple, mentioning
his name, Antonio Garcia, his occupation, Touristic Guide and his Mobile
phone number.  Peter took the card and put it in his wallet.

We went back to the jeweler's shop to retrieve the pendants with chain.
They were presented in a nice red box and then wrapped in a nice golden
paper and a beautiful ribbon.  Around five o'clock we retrieved the car
from the underground parking and set the GPS to "Return to last address".
We reached the house without any problem despite of the heavy traffic.
Arriving at the house we had to call Jaime, as we didn't have the code to
open the iron fence.  As by magic the fence opened and we could drive in.
We found our friends on the terrace, dripping wet, which indicated they had
just been swimming.  We got out of our clothes in no time and were in the
refreshing water while Pedro was opening another of his Cava bottles.  I
knew I could get used to this lifestyle without a problem.

The day of the wedding ceremony was on us.  We got up early, as we had to
be in town hall at ten.  It was just a formality as Doc and Jaime had
foreseen to have a more personal ceremony at the house, surrounded by
friends and family.  For Doc, Peter and I were his only family.  We didn't
need any alarm clock.  Trucks and vans arrived at the house and it all made
me think of the birthday party we held for Jeremy.  The terrace and the
garden were soon transformed into a huge event's venue.  In less than three
hours it all seemed to come out of a fairytale.  We all came back from town
hall in our cars, except for Jaime and Doc who were doing it in a carriage
and we were only half surprised to see that the driver was Antonio.  What
surprised us was the fact he was just clothed in white pants, white shoes
and a red bow-tie.  His magnificent chest was on display and he attracted
almost more looks than the newly weds.  As he stopped the carriage at the
main door of the house and when he spotted us, he came over and hugged us.
He radiated such a heat that I almost sprung a hard-on.  I looked over at
Peter and saw that he had the same problem.  Jaime came over to us and
presented us although it was not necessary and said Antonio was his friend
from childhood.

I was a bit surprised when Jaime asked us if Antonio could shower and
change in our room as all the other rooms were occupied with other guests.
Peter and I were guests as well and could not refuse the request.  Jaime
told something in Spanish to Antonio, but the only thing I understood was
that he could not take too much time as the private ceremony would start
quite soon.  Antonio's colleague had followed him with his car and was
driving the carriage back to the stables.  He took a bag out of his car
that must contain an other suit for the ceremony and followed us to our
room.  Peter and I were already dressed for the ceremony and intended to
leave him to have his shower, but Antonio started to talk and we felt it
would not be polite to leave him while he was talking.  He took off the few
clothes he had on and we had a good look at his magnificent body.  We had
been right when we were in the carriage a few days before, to think he had
a nice ass.  Antonio was not ashamed at all as he walked naked towards the
bathroom.  I discovered there and then that my eyes were directly connected
to my cock as it started to swell.  I also discovered that Peter had a
strong connection with me as I saw his bulge in his pants increasing in
volume.  But as I looked at him, I saw that his eyes were glued to
Antonio's body and his tongue was rubbing his upper lip.  I could read him
as an open book and knew instinctively that he wanted to join Antonio in
the shower as much as I did.  Even if we had promised each other to have a
monogamous relationship, we had agreed that if a really nice occasion would
rise, and that we both wanted it, we wouldn't say no to a three-way.
Antonio had sent out so many signals that we both suddenly stood up and
shred our clothes.  When we opened the door of the shower and Antonio saw
us both naked as the day we were born, he had the brightest smile on his
face and his cock swell to full mast before we closed the shower-door
behind us.

There was no need of any formal invitation for Antonio to join us in the
French-kiss Peter and I started.  We pulled him in and he was more than
eager to let his tongue slip in between ours.  Six hands were roaming over
three bodies and almost simultaneously reached three rock-hard cocks.  None
of us had the slightest idea of who was touching whom and it actually
didn't matter.  We were so engrossed in each other's pleasure and we were
pretty well succeeding if our ragged breaths were any clear sign of it.
The kissing was very sensual.  Three tongues dueling for supremacy.  Then
Antonio and Peter kissed deeply and I could see the movements on their
throats.  Antonio turned his head towards me and his tongue dove deep into
my throat.  I felt Peter's hand on my chin and I turned to him.  He put all
his love and lust in his kissing me that it almost sent me over the edge.
While we were kissing I sensed that Antonio was getting on his knees.  I
could feel his luscious lips wrap themselves around my cock-head.  I lost
control over my hips, which started to pump into his mouth.  His tongue
caressed every inch of my arousal, every vein in my cock was rubbed and his
hands cupped my balls and played with them.  I was purred like a kitten and
pinched Peter's nipples while being serviced so good.

Peter got closer and Antonio grabbed both our cocks together and squeezed
them tightly.  As we were both pumping, our cocks slipped easily between
Antonio's hands and we were rewarded by an extra stimulation as Antonio
opened his mouth wide and engulfed both our cock-heads in the warm and
moist cavern of his mouth.  Peter and I had not stopped kissing all the
while.  We knew we loved each other and that what we were doing was just to
spice up our very satisfactory sex-life.  Peter broke our kiss and pulled
his cock out of Antonio's mouth.  As he moved behind me, I knew what was
coming and welcomed it.  Peter used a lot of soap to slick up the rubbing
of our bodies.  Antonio devoured me like a hungry animal and forced himself
on my rod till his nose was buried in my pubes.  It was just at that moment
that I felt a pressure on my rosebud.  Peter was ready and so was I.  He
first pushed slowly and with all the soap, his cock-head slipped easily
passed my sphincter.  With Peter there was never pain.  I didn't know how
he did it but I guessed that he just found the right angle to slip in.  The
deeper he slipped into my ass, the deeper my cock went into Antonio's
throat.  I was in absolute ecstasy with my lover holding me from behind,
his arms wrapped around me chest and pinching my nipples real hard.  That
sent an electric shock to my penis, which seemed to grow even bigger.  I
stopped moving as Peter did all the work.  His fucking motions made my cock
fuck Antonio's mouth.  The sensations were overwhelming and far too soon I
started to feel the familiar tingling in my lower belly.

Antonio must have felt it, too.  He let my cock flip out of his mouth and
stood up.  He put some soap in his hands and rubbed my cock.  I thought he
was going to jerk me off, but instead he turned around, soaped up his butt
and pointed my cock to his private entrance.  His hand squeezed my cock
several times to make it even harder and then he shoved himself onto my
rod.  It was one powerful thrust he made with his hips and my cock was in
him to the hilt in that one push.  He stayed still for a moment to get used
to the invasion he had created himself.  He stood there as if waiting for
my next move and as Peter had stopped his pimping motions, I was now in
charge.  I started pumping into Antonio and as Peter stood still, I fucked
myself on his pole.  Slowly at first, but soon I increased my speed and had
that wonderful double sensation in my cock and in my ass.  I was breathing
heavily and had to hold on to Antonio as I felt my knees going weak.  I
wrapped my arms around his chest and just as Peter did with me, I played
with his nipples.  He yelled out and I didn't know if it was of surprise or
out of pure pleasure.  As I felt I was close to spurting my semen in
Antonio's ass, and feeling the ragged breathing of Peter on my neck, I
increased my speed even more while grabbing Antonio's dick.  I tried to
match my stroking of his cock to the movements of my hips.  I don't know if
I succeeded but I sure felt the throbbing in Antonio's cock.  Peter nibbled
at my earlobes and pinched my nipples real hard, knowing he would send me
over the edge in no time doing that.  My juice was boiling in my balls.  I
couldn't resist that marvelous feeling and let myself go, emptying my balls
in Antonio's bowels.  He could feel the spasms of my cock and Peter could
feel the contractions of my ass- muscles on his manhood.  That was the
trigger for both of them as Antonio was painting the shower wall and Peter
my insides.  Our movements slowed down and came to a halt.  We all three
had to catch our breaths.  The water was cascading down on us and as my
cock deflated, it plopped out of Antonio's ass.  I stayed still with my
back to Peter's chest to keep that feeling of his rod in me, but he
deflated as well.

We heard a knock on the bedroom door and Jaime telling us the ceremony was
starting in ten minutes.  Realizing at what time we came into the room and
having only ten minutes left, I came to my senses and knew we had been in
the shower for almost an hour.  We quickly stepped out of the shower stall
and dried ourselves and got dressed.  We went down and straight towards the
terrace where all the guests were waiting.  I went immediately to stand
next to Doc, as I was his witness.  I saw that Jaime's witness was Antonio.

The ceremony was simple and very emotional.  A few happy tears were seen on
more than one cheek.  When the Master of Ceremony said the magic words "I
declare you know officially wed.  You can kiss the groom" and Doc and Jaime
kissed tenderly on the lips, there was a tremendous applause.  Soon we all
had a glass of Cava in our hands and mingling with the guests.

The following day, Peter and I had our flight back home.  Doc and Jaime
went on their honeymoon.  We said our goodbyes at the airport and we gave
Doc and Jaime their wedding present.  They just loved it and both put the
chain with pendant around the other's neck.  We boarded our plane and they
boarded theirs.


Today, five years later, Peter and I are organizing our own wedding
ceremony.  Doc and Jaime help us a lot.  We have had the visit of Antonio
more than once and for our wedding he comes over with Pedro and Dolores.
There is no comparison to their wedding, as it has to be held inside, as it
is winter.  There are not a hundred people, but the important ones are
here.  Friends and family are all gathered together when Peter and I
exchanged our vows.  We can't ask for more.  We are happy and very well
surrounded.  When the ceremony is over, Dolores takes me apart and tells me
she has seen Jeremy the whole time, that he had a broad smile on his face
and asked her to tell me Peter and I have his blessing.  I hug her and
thank her profusely.  Doc, our best friend, comes over to Peter and me and
gives me an envelope.  Inside I find a single sheet of paper folded in two.
I open it and recognize Jeremy's handwriting.

"Take care of each other and destiny will take care of you!  J."



The End.