Date: Tue, 9 Apr 2013 09:56:14 -0700 (PDT) From: August Zellner Subject: Julian - Day 5 JULIAN Day 5 I was gently aroused very early the next morning by the feeling of someone climbing into bed with me. At first the feeling of a warm body spooning into me just mixed together with whatever dream I was having and I continued to doze, in fact I must have responded to the new presence in bed with me by spooning right back, and wrapping my arms around my new sleeping companion. But soon enough – well, I don't know how soon it was because I was still dozing – but I gradually awakened due to the continued movement in bed with me, and when I did awake holy shit the person in bed with me was Florito !! and at first I thought he was completely naked !! and he was definitely grinding his hot little naked ass against the front of my soft thin low-rise briefs and I had awoken with a raging hard-on !! Yes there I was, spooning and caressing a warm young latino queer boy, and he was naked and I was all but naked and I had a huge throbbing erection and Florito was grinding his little golden brown ass straight into it! And you can say whatever you want – or rather I can say whatever I want – about how I don't like faggoty little queer boys, I only like real boys, straight boys, blah blah blah – but now that I was really there in bed practically naked with an aching hard-on and my arms wrapped around a cute little queer who was stimulating my boner with his ass cheeks – well, all this was completely irresistible to me and suddenly I was clinging to Florito ever more tightly and grinding my prick right back into his ass-crack and beginning to explore his hot young body as he softly moaned and giggled. But as I slowly stroked my hand down Florito's smooth little body I soon discovered that he wasn't quite naked. No, he was actually wearing one of Julian's size small "men's cups" so his erect penis was just barely covered but that was it! Hey – where in the shit did he get that thing anyway? But still he was grinding his ass into my prick more insistently and I was dry-humping him right back and caressing his little body and breathing in his funky latino boy smell ... and it all felt ssssoooooo goooooood ... but after a few moments passed and I became more and more aware of what was going on I also began to feel guilty and repulsed by the idea of taking advantage of a young gay boy like that and these feelings began to make my morning wood go soft. So when Florito did turn around to face me and tried to cuddle up I used that opportunity to say "What the fuck are you doing here??!" "But I don't like to sleep alone! Can I please stay here with you?" "No!" I said firmly. "It'd be different if you were ackshully sleeping, but you're not! You just wanna get gay with me, that's all." "Uh-uh!" he protested. "I'm not gay! – I just don't wanna be alone, that's all!" Oh sure! I almost believe you Florito – almost. No, actually, I don't believe you. You're so queer I can't hardly get over it – but if you're gonna turn into some kind of psychological train wreck when you grow up, you're not gonna be able to tell your shrink that it's all MY fault. "Get in your own bed!" I said. And he did, reluctantly. But of course, as far as getting any more sleep was concerned, that was the end. Florito wouldn't sleep and the only way to keep him still and quiet was to let him watch cartoons. Soon enough it was 6:30 again anyway, so I got up and took a shower – which I had not had a chance to do the night before. By the time I was dressed and downstairs searching the fridge for any scraps of leftovers that might be in there, I heard the shower running again upstairs. It was Julian and Lupita. I fantasized about them in the shower together, smooching and soaping each other up, taking their time to do an extra-special good job of washing each other's genitals. I was lost in my thoughts, but soon enough all the kids were downstairs. Julian had put a few of his belongings in one of the left-over shopping bags from around the house, so I surmised that I was going to be dropping the kids off in the forest this morning. "No ackshully we're gonna hang out here at the resort so the Miami Nation guys can find us easy," said Lupita. "Man I'm starving!" Julian declared, and the others nodded in agreement. So it was time for another drive through McDonald's, after which I dropped them all off at the house and was on my way. I didn't even need to give them any more money because they hadn't spent any the day before – the Miami Nation of Indiana Inc. had covered all their needs. And in all that time, neither Julian nor Lupita said a single word about the previous evening, which was a relief to me. I didn't want to be humiliated for having been caught being a voyeur. So I was off, on my last day of looking for my ancestors in Farmlandville. And again I have no intention of boring you with all that, except to say that because the church cemetery office was open that morning they were able to show me where to look for my grandmother's maternal grandparents' grave, and I did find it. They also surprised me by helping me find one set of my grandmother's paternal great-grandparents right there in the same cemetery (the other set on that side lived and died in Germany, and I had already found the paternal grandparents in a different Farmlandville cemetery). Oh darn, I did bore you with all that – but late in the afternoon while I was taking the last few photos of "downtown" Farmlandville, Julian called. The kids were all at the Miami Nation office in Lincoln and Uncle Tito had arrived with the clan chief and elders. Lupita's clan chief was there too, and all the grown-ups were in the conference room meeting with the Miami Nation Board of Directors. After that the entire group would be heading back over to the forest, where there would be a big ceremony to welcome Julian's clan. I was trying to imagine how absolutely wonderful a ceremony like that might be when Julian said, "You're gonna come over there and see us, right?" "Ya mean they'd let me do that? I wouldn't miss it for anything," I said. "Well I don't think ya can be there for the ceremony," said Julian, "but if ya come for a while before they get started, that'd be cool." "Count me in!" I said, "So do I just go down that little dirt road? Can I even get my car down that road?" "Sure," said Julian, "The tribal security car goes down that road, and Uncle Tito hasta get his car in there all the way to the ceremonial clearing." "Okkaaayyyy ..." I said, still a little doubtful, "so when do ya think I should be there?" "Maybe like an hour or something," Julian said. "Well I'm just about done here, but ya know it's gonna take more than an hour just to drive over." "Then ya better get'cher ass movin' old man!" So I finished up and got my ass moving, and I made it to the little dirt road around 7 pm. And remember, it was still broad daylight because the sun wasn't going to set until after 9:00, so I had no difficulty seeing as I carefully maneuvered my way toward the forest village. Soon enough I could see two cars parked at the entrance to a clearing, so I parked right next to them. Then I noticed one horse & buggy parked there too! As I got out of the car my heart was pounding with nervous anticipation. Everywhere I looked was so enchanted; it all looked just like one of those computer-generated native forest villages you might see in a big-budget movie. In the center of the village was a fairly large clearing, and around that there were a number of thatched huts up on stilts. I could see a few more of those in the surrounding forest, and I could also see a few cabins and trailers back there, and they were on the ground, but really, as I stood there at the edge of the clearing I hardly noticed any of that – the traditional forest village was all I really saw surrounding the clearing. At the edge of the clearing almost directly across from the little dirt road was a larger thatched hut, and that was also on the ground. I figured that must be the meeting hut or ceremonial hut or whatever, and although I could not see inside I could hear some kind of chanting or humming and the gentle sound of a drum beat, and there was a little bit of smoke coming from an intentionally-made opening in the thatched roof. In the clearing, a little group of nearly-naked young boys was playing an impromptu game of soccer – oh, well I guess I mean fϊtbol! And when I say nearly-naked, I mean it – the only thing covering their little asses and penises was a droopy piece of colorful cloth held up by a waist-strap! Holy shit! Off to my left not too far away from me were a couple of guys that I figured to be Miami Nation corporate board members – they sure looked like American Indians, dressed in blue jeans and flannel shirts, and with straight black hair pulled back into short pony tails. An Amish guy was with them. I saw Lupita standing nearby them, and she was a sight to behold too – colorful hand-embroidered half-length skirt, necklace and bracelets, and – yes indeed – topless! But I didn't see Julian anywhere ... At first the Miami Nation guys were talking with the Amish guy, but then one of them started towards me and declared "Hey you! Get out of here! This is tribal land and you're trespassing!" But immediately Lupita ran over (tits bouncing nicely) and came to my defense. "No, no!" she said, "This is the guy – the guy that brought Julian here!" "Oh, okay," said the man, "I guess you can stay for a while, but you hafta leave before the ceremony." "That's fine," I said, "Besides, Julian told me I wouldn't be able to stay for that." But being confronted like that only made me more jittery, and as beautiful as the scenery was I felt seriously out-of-place. So I just stood there by my car and watched the kids play fϊtbol for a little while and tried to settle my nerves. After about 15-20 minutes of just feeling out-of-place and being mesmerized by the whole scene, I realized – oh shit, I've gotta get some pictures of this! So I reached in my car and grabbed my camera, but by the time I snapped off one photo of the boys playing fϊtbol, the Miami Nation guy was back on my case. "No pictures, man, no pictures! None of us are here to be your tourist attraction!" "Okay, sure," I said, dumping the camera back in my front seat with just that one photo in it, "Really – I totally get it, and I don't want to do anything to offend anybody." So I went back to just standing there feeling weird, and listening to the sound of the chanting and the drums and the kids playing. Then after another 15-20 minutes, several men came out of the ceremonial hut. And holy shit, these guys were the real thing. In addition to wearing only the colorful cloth held up by a waist-strap (well, they were a bit more elaborate and covered more area than what the kids were wearing), they had arm and ankle bracelets, body and face paint, and two of them also had head-dresses made of feathers. They emerged from the hut and stood around talking together in Maya-niole (well, I guess that's what it was), and a couple of them also continued practicing the chants and songs for the upcoming ceremony. It was definitely an other-worldly thing to see, but I should also point out that these were not beautiful native kids like I had been gazing at up until then. No, actually this was a group of wrinkly middle-aged guys, and a couple of them were fatter than me (because in all seriousness, I am not obese or anything) ... but ... I had to admit, in this situation, they were the ones who looked right in their element. I was the outsider here. I thought to myself, well one thing's for sure, this is a male-dominated culture. The Miami Nation guys went up and joined the group, but the Amish man stayed where he was at the edge of the clearing – watching the scene, just like me. Several more minutes passed, and then ... then suddenly, Julian came out from the ceremonial hut. HO - - LY - - SSHHHIITT!! There he was – all decked out just like those men, right down to the arm and ankle bracelets and the body and face paint!! He even had a feathered head-dress, but it was much less elaborate that the others. But unlike the men, he was not wrinkled and middle-aged and fat. No, he was - - he was - - well, he was Julian, and I have already gushed about him enough times in this story that you've just got to know he was sssssoooooooo beautiful dressed like that I thought I was gonna die! He went over and joined the men for a while – I really don't know how long it was because I just stared at him like pervert for the whole time (oh wait – I AM a pervert!). But after however long it was, Julian left the group with one of the men and they came toward me. As they passed by Lupita the kids looked at each other and smiled broadly. Lupita giggled and said "Julian you look so handsome!" She took the words right out of my mouth! When they walked up to me the man stretched his hand out to shake hands and Julian said, "This is my Uncle Tito." "I'm so happy to meet you," I said. Tito spoke with a thick accent and a little haltingly, but I could easily understand him. "Eet eess my great honor, seρor," he said. Then after a moment he said, "Thees place, eet eess like magic, like a dreem ... I haff been here only wahn hour, andt already I know that thees ees my home." Then he turned toward Julian. "I am so proud of thees boy, who hass ledt dee way for all off oss. Andt now, hee weel become an elder off hees clan, dee yahngest to effer becahn wahn off dee elders." He was just beaming with pride. "Andt tomorrow we weel go together andt findt our new village een dee forest. Eet ees as dee Bible sayss, a yahng one shall leedt dee way." Well, I am not at all religious, but I couldn't deny that there was something magical taking place there in the forest. We all stood there for a moment watching everything, but then one of the other elders waved to Tito to call him back to the group. But Julian stayed with me. "So," I said, "a clan elder! That is sssoooo cool Julian." "Yeah, that's what all this is about," he said, gesturing at himself and how he was adorned. "Well, that's mighty cool too," I said as I continued to stare at him. "Yeah, I guess you must be likin' it, huh?" he said. "I cannot tell a lie, Julian, you are seriously lookin' hot!" "Yeah, well don't be getting' used to it!" Lupita chimed in. "This is just for the ceremony. All the rest of the time we dress normal around here." But I couldn't help thinking – if by "we dress normal" you mean you'll be wearing those cute little embroidered shorts and a halter, and Julian will be in just his blue running shorts, and your little brother and all the rest of these kids will be running around in their underwear all the time – ya know, I could get used to THAT pretty easily too ... "Uncle Tito and the other elders are pretty sure they can find most of our clan," said Julian. "Ackshully, I think the chief has a list on his cell phone ..." "Which one is the clan chief?" I asked. "It's the two guys with the head-dresses," he said. "The bigger guy is ours." "Oh, but you've got a head-dress too! Does that mean ...?" "Oh hell no," said Julian, "Like Lupita said, this is just for the ceremony to become an elder." Then one of the men gestured at Julian, and he said, "Okay, gotta go. I think the ceremony is gonna start in a few minutes," and off he went – my seriously hot-lookin' golden brown native boy, off to become a clan elder. I watched him walk away, and I couldn't take my eyes off of him until ... until the Amish guy walked past me on his way to his buggy. He tipped his hat in greeting, and I nodded back, and he climbed in his buggy and started down the little dirt road. I figured I'd better give him a few minutes to be on his way, and then I too got in my buggy and left. *** And this time, when I arrived back at the timeshare I was really, really alone. I sat down on the couch and the only sound was the buzzing of the refrigerator. Julian was gone – gone probably for good this time – gone to his new life in the forest – and he had his new girlfriend to keep him company in that new life and he'd probably never even think about me again. I had let myself fall for a handsome young boy that I could never have had for myself anyway, and now I was devastated and lonely. I sat on the couch and moped and listened to the sound of the refrigerator buzzing and even teared up a little. Then all of a sudden the fridge motor shut down ... so then there was nothing at all. Well, now that I was completely lonely I knew there was one thing I could definitely do to feel better. Yeah – I called my wife. And if you are married or in any other kind of committed relationship you know that was the best therapy in the world for me at that moment. We talked for a long time. I asked her about her day, and listened to her sweet voice, and told her about my day (at least, the parts I could tell her about), and told her how very much I loved her and missed her – ALL OF WHICH WAS TRUE, dammit! Then she asked what I had for dinner and I said nothing yet, and she said go! You have to have some dinner – call me again when you get back, okay? So I did that, I went down into Fresh Links and had dinner at the Olive Garden, and went back and talked to my wife again in the gathering gloom of the Indiana evening, and after that I crashed in bed (the same bed I had used the night before in the second bedroom – I didn't want to violate the sanctity of Julian & Lupita's bed). But it turns out I was wrong about never seeing Julian again ... actually, we are now only halfway through my adventure with Julian ...