Date: Thu, 21 May 2015 18:53:08 -0400
From: crazy4u <rnielsen47@gmail.com>
Subject: The Man from Swift Current Chapter 120, GM College, High School

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Chapter One Hundred Twenty – Madrid Gay Pride

By our fourth week in Madrid, we had pretty much mastered the public
transportation system.  We visited all the major museums and major
landmarks in the city.  We also found a couple of great gay dance clubs!

One evening, we went to the Chueca neighborhood of Madrid, while the adults
watched the little ones.  Tyler drove to the dance club and managed to find
a place to park.  We went inside and were shown to our table.  Tyler looked
around and said, "This is the first time we've been to a dance club since
we've been married."

Greg grinned and said, "I'm glad we convinced you guys to come out with us.
You need to get out on a date at least once a week guys!"

Joey said, "We hear you."  He put his arm around Tyler's shoulders and
leaned in to give his husband a quick kiss on the lips.

The waiter approached our table and said, "My name is Rodrigo.  What can I
get for you guys?"

I looked the waiter over and liked what I saw.  He was well built, and his
uniform fit him very nicely.  He had jet black hair, dark brown eyes, a
round button nose, and a thin, neatly trimmed black mustache on his upper
lip.  He smiled at me and said, "I'm glad you like me."

 I smiled back.  "You look good, mi amigo."

He said, "You must be from the United States."

"Yes, we are," I said.

"Your accent gives you away," he said.  "How do you like Madrid?"

"It's a great city," Rick replied.

"I'm glad you came to visit us.  We have a great club and there are many
beautiful people who come here to have fun," Rodrigo said.  "Your friends
are married, no, but you are not?"

"Yes, they are married.  We have been together for almost three years now,"
I said.

Rodrigo's smile faltered slightly.  "Then, there is no chance for Rodrigo
to persuade you to be my boyfriend?"

"I'm sorry, but no," I said.

"Okay, then, I will be your friend, instead of your boyfriend," he said.
He looked at Rick and continued, "You are very lucky, Seńor, to have
such a good looking boyfriend."

Rick put his arm possessively around my shoulders, drawing me closer to
him.  "He is just as lucky to have me as his boyfriend."

"Yes, he is," Rodrigo agreed, smiling at us.  "What will you have to
drink?"

We placed our beverage orders and Rodrigo left us.  Joey shook his head in
disbelief.  "Wow!  I didn't think a waiter would be quite so bold as to hit
on you before taking your order."

"Well, there is a first time for everything," Greg said, laughing.

I placed my hand on Rick's inner thigh and began caressing him.  He placed
his hand on top of mine and grinned.  "If you keep that up, we will need to
make a quick trip to the men's room."

I gave him a wicked smile and said, "That's exactly what I want to happen."

Rick took my hand in his and raised it to his lips.  "Later, sweetheart, I
promise to take care of your needs."

The waiter returned with our drinks and said, "The dancing will begin in
about an hour.  We have a great live band playing tonight.  While you're
waiting, would you like to order something to eat?"

We politely declined his offer and nursed our beverages for a while.  I
looked around our table and noted, appreciatively, we all looked great;
trim and fit, with tight fitting jeans and muscle shirts.  We drew a lot of
attention from the guys walking in the door.  A couple of guys with blond
hair and blue eyes walked over to our table.  Both of them were tall and
athletic looking.  One was slightly taller than the other.  He introduced
himself, "Hi!  I'm Peter and this is Morten.  We're visiting from Norway.
Where are you guys from?"

Rick said, "We're from the United States.  I'm Rick and this is Glenn,
Cory, Greg, Tyler and Joey."

Morten said, "It's nice to meet you.  Do you mind if we join you?"

"Pull up a chair," Rick said.  They pulled over two chairs from a
neighboring table and sat down.

"How long have you been in Madrid," I asked."

"We've been here for two weeks," Peter said.  "We are going to the Costa
del Sol after the Madrid Orgullo parade."

"Where on the coast are you going?" Tyler asked.

"I think it's a place called Torremolinos.  We've heard that there are a
lot of gay guys hang out there," Morten said.

Tyler said, "That's true.  There are some really nice clubs there.  We have
a summer home in Málaga, which isn't too far from there."

"Maybe we'll see you there," Joey said.  We won't be going down to the
beach until Tyler gets out of school."

Tyler said, "Unfortunately, I still have two more weeks of classes."

Peter said, "We understand.  We didn't go to school last semester.  We
decided to take some time to tour Europe.  We will go back to school in the
fall."

Morten said, "We have been riding our bikes around Europe.  We stop at
youth hostels for the night.  Sometimes, we sleep on the side of the road.
We liked Madrid very much.  This is like our honeymoon.  We were married a
couple of months ago."

Peter said, "Our parents don't approve of us being married, so we left
Bergen and went to Oslo to be married before we left Norway.  We don't know
where we will live when we get home, but I'm sure we will figure it out."

Morten asked, "What brings you to Madrid?"

Tyler said, "I'm working on a master's degree at the Universidad
Complutense de Madrid.  Joey is my husband and we live not too far from
here."

Greg said, "We came to visit Joey, my brother-in-law.  Cory is my husband."

"Greg is my uncle and Rick is my boyfriend," I said.

"So, you are all related to each other," Peter said.

"You could say that," Rick said.

"I wish I had family members who were gay, because my parents don't
understand me at all," Morten said.  "When I told them I loved Peter and
wanted to marry him, they told me to get out of their house."

"My parents don't approve of our marriage, but they didn't disown us,"
Peter said.

"Where have you been, since you left Norway?" I asked.

Morten answered, "We took the ferry from Oslo to Copenhagen.  We toured
Denmark, then the Netherlands.  We like Amsterdam the best.  We didn't stop
in Belgium, but rode our bikes to Paris.  We spent a couple of weeks in
Paris.  France is a wonderful country.  We biked to the coast and made our
way to Barcelona.  We spent a few days there.  Then, we decided we would
come to Madrid."

"We plan to spend time at the beach before biking along the coast to
Italy," Peter added.

"We came here to be part of the gay pride parade," Morten said.  "It's one
of the largest gay pride events in the world.  It's called Madrid Orgullo
here."

I looked over at Tyler and asked, "Did you participate in the Madrid
Orgullo last year?"

Tyler smiled and said, "Yes, I did.  I had a great time."

Peter smiled.  "Did you march in the parade?"

"Yes, I did," Tyler responded.

"We should meet up tomorrow and march together in the parade," Morten said.

Tyler said, "I have an even better idea.  Why don't you stay at our house
tonight?  That way, we can start out from the house together in the early
afternoon.  The parade starts at 6 pm and lasts until 11 PM."

Peter looked over at his husband.  "What do you think, Morten?"

Morten shrugged his shoulders.  "Sure, why not?"

Peter said, "Okay, we'll stay at your place, but we'll need to stop by the
hostel to pick up our things."

"If we're going to march in the parade, we can't stay out all night like we
planned," I said.

Rick agreed.  "Yes, we'll need to call it a night at a reasonable hour."

Peter said, "Things don't start moving around here until after midnight."

"Okay, we'll leave at 2 AM.  That should give us a few hours to get some
sleep," Tyler said.

The live band began playing, and Peter stood up from the table.  "Let's
dance," he said, taking Morten by the hand.  They disappeared among the
crowd on the dance floor.  Rick took my hand and said, "Let's show them how
to dance."

After a few dances, the band played a slow song.  Rick pulled me into his
arms and I laid my head on his shoulder.  He nibbled on my ear and
whispered, "I love you."  I turned my head, and his lips met mine.  Time
seemed to stop for us.  It was like we were the only two human beings on
the planet.  He released my lips, pulling back until I could see his love
for me shining in his eyes.

"I love you so much, Mr. Lernier," I said.

Rick's embrace tightened as we kissed.  The music came to an end, and Rick
led me off the dance floor.  Tyler and Joey joined us at our table.  Tyler
declared, "You guys were hot!"

I grinned at him and said, "So were you guys."

Our new friends appeared at our table.  Peter exclaimed, "Wow!  Where did
you guys learn to dance like that?"

Rick shrugged.  "We just do what comes natural."

Morten said, "I loved watching you guys dance.  I could see how much you
love each other."

Our waiter appeared and asked, "Would you like another drink?"

Peter said, "Yes, please."

The rest of us echoed Peter's request.  The waiter soon reappeared with our
beverages.

Morten looked at me in surprise.  "Why did you order a soda?"

"I don't drink alcoholic beverages," I replied.

Rick confirmed it.  "I always order a soda or water for Glenn."

Joey said, "It feels good to get away on a date, and I love dancing."  He
put his arm around his husband.  "Thank you for bringing me here."

Tyler grinned and said, "I'm just sorry we didn't come here earlier.  I'd
forgotten about this place, until the guys wanted to go out clubbing."

Peter said, "I think we should walk to the club down the street.  They have
a nice dance floor, and a great DJ.  We went there last night."

"Okay, let's grab Greg and Cory," Joey said.  We found them on the floor.
When we told them we were going, they came off of the dance floor and
joined us.  We spent the next couple of hours dancing and enjoying
ourselves.

By 2 AM, the guys were pretty loaded, so I drove Peter and Morten to their
hostel.  We secured their bikes to our bike rack on the roof of the car,
and returned for the rest of the guys; who were waiting for us at the
entrance to the club.  I managed to drive us home without too many wrong
turns.

When we got to the house, Joey showed Peter and Morten to their room, and
pulled out fresh sheets and blankets for them.  Rick and I stripped off our
clothes and crashed on our bed.  The next morning, I was awakened by Rick's
moaning.  I opened my eyes and looked over to see him sitting on the edge
of our bed, holding his head in his hands.

"I'll get the aspirin and some coffee," I said, getting up, and pulling on
the clothes I had worn last night.  I walked downstairs and into the
kitchen.  Sra. Nájera was already there, cooking breakfast.  "Buenos
Dias, Sra. Nájera.  May I help you make coffee this morning?"

She smiled and said, "I've already made it.  I knew it would be in high
demand after a night out.  The coffee cups are on the tray along with the
aspirin.  Here is the coffee pot.  I will send Sr. Nájera up with
breakfast a little later."

I took the coffee pot from her hands and placed it on the tray.  I carried
it to our room and poured Rick a cup, handing it to him with a couple of
aspirin.  "I'll be right back."

I carried the tray from room to room, administering to the guys' needs.  I
returned to our room to find Rick had finished his coffee, and had returned
to bed.  I climbed in beside him.  He pulled me into his arms and kissed my
forehead.  "You're an angel."

We must have drifted off, because the next thing I remember was someone
knocking on the door.  Then I heard Sr. Nájera enter.  "Good morning,
boys.  Here is your breakfast."  He placed the tray on the computer table
and left us to eat it.

Rick ate with gusto.  It seems the aspirin and the coffee had restored him
to perfect health!  He finished and helped me with mine!  Next, he put our
dishes back on the tray and returned to our bed.  His lecherous grin and
the look of lust in his eyes sent a thrill of anticipation down my spine!
Without saying a word, Rick made me his in every way!

*** ***

Joey and Tyler had finished their coffee when Sr. Nájera arrived with
their breakfast.  Tyler said, "Buenos días, Papá."  (Good morning,
Papa.)

Sr. Nájera said, "Buenos días, mis hijos.  Cómo les fue anoche?"
(Good morning, my sons.  How did it go last night?)

Tyler replied, "Nos la pasamos bien, Papá.  Trajimos a la casa a dos
amigos de Noruega anoche.  Están dormidos in la recámara al otro lado
del corredor."  (We had a good time, Papa.  We brought two Norwegian
friends home with us last night.  They are sleeping in the bedroom across
the hall from us.)

Sr. Nájera said, "Bueno, les llevaré el mismo desayuno que tu Mamá
preparó para todos nosotros."  (Okay, I'll take them the same breakfast
Mama prepared for all of us.)

He left the room and Tyler said, "I've been thinking about our Norwegian
friends.  Do you think they would be interested in working for us?  They
could go to college here and work for us part time."

Joey thought about it for a few moments and said, "We need to talk to
Grandpa Scarborough and Sr. Nájera about it first, before we discuss it
with Peter and Morten.  I think it would be a good thing for them and for
us."

"I like them both.  They seem pretty level headed.  I have to admire them
for touring Europe on their bikes.  They have done little odd jobs to earn
money along the way.  I think they would be hard workers," Tyler said.  "I
wanted to get to know them better, so I invited them to stay with us."

"I wondered what you were up to when you asked them if they wanted to stay
with us, especially since we already have four guests," Joey said.

Tyler smiled.  "Yes, I know I complained about having so many visitors
staying with us at the same time."  He lightly ran his hand over Joey's
chest, stopping to play with his nipples.  He leaned over and kissed his
husband.  "I love waking up next to you."

Joey caressed Tyler's cheek with his fingertips and smiled.  "I love the
feel of your body next to mine, and I really like being fucked by you every
morning."

Tyler ran his hands over his lover's body, as he kissed him deeply.

*** ***

Later, they heard a light tapping on their bedroom door.  Joey shouted,
"Come in!"

The door opened, and Rachel appeared in their room.  She ran across the
room to their bed and climbed up to be with them.  She said, brightly,
"Good morning."

Joey hugged her and kissed her cheek.  "Good morning, munchkin."

Rachel laughed and said, "Daddy, you're a munchkin, too."

Joey grinned and asked, "How you do you figure that?"

"Abuela says that if I'm a munchkin, my Daddy has to be a munchkin," Rachel
said, seriously."

Tyler laughed and said, "She has you there, Joey."

Joey said, "Okay, I'll admit to being a munchkin if you'll agree you're a
munchkin, too."

Rachel wrinkled her nose and put her hand on her chin as she thought for a
moment.  She shook her head and said, "No, I'm not a munchkin.  I'm a
little girl, and you're a man, so you can't be a munchkin."

"You're right, Rachel; however, may we still call you a munchkin?" Tyler
asked.

Rachel said, "You can call me a munchkin if you want to, as long as you
know I'm not really a munchkin, but a little girl."

Joey said, "I think we need to watch the movie, "The Wizard of Oz," with
you, so you know who the munchkins are.  It was one of your Mom's favorite
movies.  She made us watch it all the time.  Don't you remember the movie
with the scarecrow, the lion and the tin man?"

Rachel shook her head.  "No, I don't remember."

Tyler said, "Well, I think we'll have to watch it later today."

Rachel clapped her hands.  "I love watching movies.  Will you watch movies
with me, Dad?"

Tyler said, "Yes, I will."

Rachel jumped up and climbed off of the bed.  "I'm going to tell Abuela
we're watching a movie today."  She ran out of the room, leaving the door
open.

Tyler said, "She is so cute."

They heard a tap on the door, and looked up to see Peter and Morten
standing in the doorway to their room.  "May we come in?" Peter asked.

Joey and Tyler sat up in bed.  Joey said, "Sure."

The guys came in and sat down on the foot of the bed.  "What are the plans
for the day?" Morten asked.

 "Well, we could go swimming in our pool," Tyler said.

Peter smiled.  "That would be great.  We'll go change into our swimsuits."

"That sounds like a plan," Tyler said.  "Joey and I need to shower first,
then, we'll meet you down at the pool."

Peter said, "Okay.  Do you want us to tell the other guys?"

"Sure," Joey said.

Peter and Morten left them to get ready.

I heard a knock on the door and opened it to find Peter standing there.
"We're going swimming."

I said, "Great.  Are you going down right now?"

"As soon as we change into our swimsuits," Peter said.

"Okay, we'll meet you down by the pool," I said.

Peter left, and I walked into the bathroom to let Rick know the plans for
the day.  "We're going swimming."

"Okay.  It's a good thing I wasn't dressed yet," Rick said.  "Let's wear
our bikini swimsuits."

I grinned and said, "You just want to show off your great physique."

Rick returned my grin.  "That's right.  I only do it for you, Babe."

I laughed and said, "I do admit I like it when you wear next to nothing."

Rick walked into the bedroom and grabbed his powder blue bikini swimsuit.
I admired his perfect bubble butt, as he bent over to pull it on.  Rick
caught me looking him over and grinned.  "Do I meet with your approval?"

I walked over and put my arms around his neck.  "What do you think?"  I
kissed him deeply, and felt him stirring down below.  I pulled back and
playfully rubbed his groin.  "I don't think this swimsuit was built to hold
you in."

Rick laughed and said, "No, it wasn't."

I released him and stripped out of my clothes.  I pulled out my matching
swimsuit and pulled it on.  Rick started teasing me by putting both hands
inside my swimsuit as he kissed me.

He released me and said, "I love you."

"I love you, too, Babe," I responded, hoping my hard-on would go down
quickly!

He took my hand and led me downstairs.  We went out the French doors that
led out to the patio and the pool.  Greg and Cory were already there in
matching yellow bikini swimsuits.

Peter caught sight of us and wolf whistled.  "Wow!"

Morten turned around to see why Peter was whistling.  Spotting us, he
grinned and gave us the thumbs up sign.  "You guys sure look good!"

Joey and Tyler joined us, wearing even skimpier matching swimsuits.  We all
whistled at them!  Rick said, "I thought we were pretty daring, but I think
you two beat all of us."

Joey grinned.  "I thought since we're married, it was okay to flaunt what
we have."

Tyler was blushing, but smiled.  "Joey convinced me it was okay to show off
for him.  We haven't worn them since you guys arrived, because I was too
embarrassed about them."

I looked at him in surprise.  "What made you think we wouldn't appreciate
seeing two gorgeous guys in those great swimsuits?"

Joey came to Tyler's defense.  "It's okay, Tyler.  We're wearing them now."

I walked over to Tyler and kissed him on the lips, holding him in a tight
embrace.  "That's for making my day."

He looked at me and smiled.  "I'm glad you like how we look."

I turned to Joey and kissed him, as well.  Joey wrapped his arms around me
and deepened the kiss, surprising me.  When he released me, he grinned.
"I've always wanted to do that, and I've never dared to, until now."

Tyler laughed at the look on my face.  "Joey told me he planned to kiss
you, at least once while you were here."

Joey's smile widened and he put his arm around my shoulders.  "I've never
seen you speechless.  I think we should celebrate."

I finally recovered my wits and laughed.  "Rick has competition in the
kissing department."

Joey looked over at Rick and said, "I promise not to spoil him too much."

Rick grinned.  "I think we should pick up a couple of swimsuits like the
ones you're wearing."

Tyler said, "We have a couple you could borrow; that way, you can see if
you like them or not."

Peter said, "What I'd like to see is all of us wearing those swimsuits in
the Gay Pride parade, tonight."

Tyler shook his head.  "There's no way I'm going to wear this swimsuit in
the parade.  I might consider a bikini one, but not this one."

"Okay, are we in agreement we'll wear our bikinis?" Peter asked.

I looked over at Rick and he shrugged.  "I don't care.  I'd more
comfortable in cargo shorts, especially if we're going to stay for some of
the entertainment."

Greg said, "I vote for the cargo shorts and muscle t-shirts.  We can shed
the t-shirts if we want to."

Morten protested.  "Ah, come on, you guys!  Where is your sense of
adventure?"

Cory said, "Why don't we wear our bikini swimsuits and change into our
cargo shorts after the parade.  I could carry a backpack with our cargo
shorts in it."

Greg said, doubtfully, "I guess I'm up for that."

Cory said, "You can wear your cargo shorts if you don't feel comfortable
parading around town in your swimsuit."

Greg smiled at his husband.  "Okay, I'll go in my swimsuit, if you'll bring
my shorts for later."

Having decided what we were going to wear for the parade, we spent the rest
of the day swimming in the pool.  Sra. Nájera brought out lunch and
refreshing lemonade, later in the afternoon, when Sra. Nájera and Louise
brought the girls out to swim.

As I watched Tyler and Joey entertaining Rachel and Sarah in the pool, I
leaned over to Rick and said, "I'm glad to see them enjoying the children.
They are both good Dads to the girls."

Rick agreed.  "I hope I can be as good a father to our children as they
are."

I smiled and said, "I'm sure you will be."  I leaned over to give him a
gentle kiss on the lips.

*** ***

We marched in the parade and stayed out until the early hours of the
morning.  I couldn't believe how many people were there, celebrating gay
pride!  We garnered quite a bit of attention with our swimsuits, but we
weren't the only ones!  It felt good to be part of the celebration of who
we are.

As we walked back to our cars, Rick said, "I never imagined there could be
so many gay men in one place."

Greg laughed.  "Me either.  I had just as much fun watching Glenn.  He was
like a kid in a candy store."

"Well, you have to admit there was a lot of eye candy on display," I said.

Rick said, grinning, "Yes, there was, and I had to keep my eye on you to
keep you from running after some those great looking guys."

I protested, "You did not!  I held your hand nearly the entire time."

"Yes, you did, because I wanted to make sure everyone knew you were taken,"
Rick responded, only half joking.

Joey said, "I think Rick was right to keep his hands on you.  There were
quite a number of guys giving you the once over with their eyes."

"Well, they didn't have to have too much of an imagination, because I
wasn't wearing much," I said.

"I know!  That was another reason for making sure they knew not to mess
with you," Rick said.

Cory said, "If you were married, you wouldn't have to worry about Glenn
running off with some other guy."  Rick opened his mouth to respond, but
looked at me and closed it.  "You know I'm right, Rick.  Greg and I don't
worry about each other at all, and neither do Tyler and Joey.  You can make
the argument you don't need to be married to be committed, but there is a
certain mindset that comes with marriage that, otherwise, doesn't exist in
a relationship."

Rick said, "Okay, I get it."  He looked over at me and asked, "Did you put
Cory up to lecturing me about getting married?"

I squeezed Rick's hand and said, "No, but I'll pass him 20 bucks later, for
making my case for me."  I stopped walking and pulled Rick into my arms.  I
looked deeply into his eyes and said, "I love you, Rick."  I kissed him and
put my hand to his cheek, cupping it gently in my palm.  "I'll never leave
you, sweetheart."

The light from the street lights sparkled in his eyes, which were full of
unshed tears.  He cleared his throat, and in a choked voice, said, "I love
you, too."

Peter said, "I agree with Cory.  Marriage is a great thing.  Morten and I
love being married."

Morten added, "It makes me feel much more secure, especially when so many
people are anti-gay.  Being married forces people to acknowledge they have
to treat us with respect and dignity, or, otherwise, they will face jail
time."

We arrived at our cars.  We climbed into them and made our journey home.
We were so exhausted when we stepped into our room; we stripped off our
clothes and crashed on the bed.  Rick pulled me into his arms, and we were
out for the count!

*** ***

Author's Note:

Gay Pride Madrid - http://www.madridorgullo.com/en/

Long Play Gay Club - http://madrid.gaycities.com/bars/1597-long-play#people