Date: Sun, 30 May 2010 17:45:08 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tague Micheals <tag.michaels@yahoo.com>
Subject: Brazen Brothers V

Getting this far in the story has taken a few years.  As such I'm taking a
few artistic liberties but I won't tell you what they are. If you, the
reader, finds them so be it. If you don't then no harm no foul. The next
chapter being written as we speak.  N-joy

Hugs
tag
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"Oh Greg, how wonderful and different it looks," Andréa told me as we stood
out by the front entryway to the property. We were looking at the house,
freshly painted from top to bottom, as it shone in the late morning sun. It
had been a long and arduous project, not quite 3 weeks from beginning to
end and now it was ended. The scaffolding was on its way back to Jaco and
the tape and plastic used to protect the woodwork and other areas was
already in the large construction dumpster that sat in the driveway just
inside the front wall. The faint hint of lavender had been a good choice as
had the dark reddish stain used to refinish all of the woodwork both
outside and inside the house.

It truly did look like a jewel now I thought to myself and a voice coming
up alongside me put my thought into words.

"Now it really is la Joya del Pacifico eh Greg?" I turned to see Pedro
standing beside me, his sensuous mouth half open in a smile. Pedro was one
of 4 teenage boys that I'd hired to help with the work. I'd needed more
than just Angelo and Javier to help get stuff done and I'd needed someone
with more muscle than the 2 brothers had. I'd hired the boys for a variety
of reasons, not the least which was that they were teenage boys and as it
turned out, all of them very pleasing to the eye, dressed or undressed. I
draped my arm casually across the 14 year olds shoulders and said indeed it
was. Pedro put an arm around my waist and as I gently hugged him I thought
back over the past month.

My truck arrived late in the afternoon the day after we got in so we stayed
one more night, planning on leaving early the next morning. We were too
exhausted to do anything the night we got in but Javier fucked me the
second night. I loved the feel of his body against mine, ramming and
slamming his slender hips into me in the animalistic ritual of mating,
hearing his soft moans as his young body built up to its climax and then
the heavy groan and sigh as he finally came, depositing his sperm into
me. Afterward he lay atop me but not for long and I reveled in his warmth,
his firmness and simply him. I ran my hands up and down his back and onto
the firm globes of his almost teenage butt, loving everything about the
boy. Times like that would be hard to find once we got back home and I
wanted to wallow in the feelings as long as I could.

"We won't be able to do this much after tomorrow Greg, Javier whispered in
my ear. "I love being with you like this, I wish it could go on forever." I
kissed his cheek and whispered that I understood completely.

I phoned Andréa when we got to Jaco the following morning and as we pulled
into the driveway I laid on the horn so that she and Angelo were on the
front verandah before I pulled to a stop. Andréa's hand went to her mouth
in surprise when she saw the truck, trailer and tractor and adorable young
Angelo began jumping up and down. As we got out of the truck the younger
boy was right there hugging me tightly while Javier went to his grandmother
and did the same. As soon as he let go of me Angelo began walking around
the truck, his hands touching everything and chattering away in Spanish. As
I watched him, looking over the truck, I was glad that the paint was
metallic silver as it wouldn't show the mud and dirt as much as a darker
color would.

We hauled out my luggage and Javier took it up stairs as I headed toward
the kitchen. I wasn't quite amazed but surprised seeing that the appliances
were all in and 90% of the remodel finished. Mateo's son Jorge greeted me
as he came in from outside with some fresh cut pieces of wood under his arm
and Andréa introduced us. I had to pry my arm away from Angelo in order to
shake the young man's hand. We talked briefly about how the job had gone,
what was left to do and a suggestion about what to do with the laundry
room.

"I think I'm going to need a more heavy duty washer and dryer Greg. I
talked with Jorge about it and he agrees, what do you think?" Andréa asked
me. I knew that she'd already made up her mind so I simply agreed although
the reality was, she did.

Back outside, with Angelo in tow, I moved the truck out the front gate and
around to the back part of the 4 acre compound where the machinery shed was
located, just inside the wall. Typical of many large farms it was a long
lean-to style of building supported by poles with a corrugated roof that
angled downward from front to back. Easily 50 by 100 feet, the entire front
was open and 4 bays at one end had no back walls either. They were designed
to be able to drive through which eliminated having to back equipment or
trailers such as mine into the somewhat narrow bays.  I drove in through
the back and stopped with the trailer under cover and jumped out of the
truck, Angelo right along with me. I unlatched the stays for the bed,
explaining to Angelo what I was doing and why. Of course he wanted to ride
on the tractor with me so after I released the come along's and set them
aside up we went.

I'd had a fair amount of experience with tractors and other farm equipment
since I was old enough to walk but even if I hadn't, the Kubota was pretty
simple to operate. The keys were in the ignition so I fired it up, let it
warm for a minute or two then, with Angelo seated between my legs I slowly
backed it off of the trailer. Angelo got startled when the bed started to
tip but realized it was okay and giggled. Once on solid ground I moved it
into the next bay over, lowered the bucket and backhoe to the groung then
shut it down leaving the keys in the ignition. We were in, almost, the
middle of nowhere; it was safe. That being done, I went about unhooking the
trailer, jacked it off of the ball hitch, all the while Angelo watching and
asking questions. When it was finished I moved the truck out about 10 feet
and got back out as Angelo jumped down off the rear bumper where he'd stood
during the short move. He moved right into my arms and hugged me tightly,
his face pressed into my upper belly.

"I really missed you while you were gone Greg, "he said. I held him tightly
and told him I missed him too although having Javier with me certainly
occupied my thoughts and my time. "Did you do things with Javier while you
were gone," he asked, stepping away from me, looking up, an impish
expression on his smooth brown face. I smiled at him then started to tell
him about going to the mountains, the ferry ride and of course he stopped
me cold. "You know what I mean." I smiled at him and said,

"You have to ask Javier about that Angelo. If he wants to tell you anything
that is his choice, not mine." Clearly he wasn't pleased with my answer so
he went into his diablillo pequeño-little imp-mode.

"Well, will you play with me right now? It would make up for me not getting
to go with you to America." I hadn't figured on the boy playing that card
but I should have. For emphasis he shoved his shorts and underwear to his
knees and pulled his t-shirt up out of the way. Of course I couldn't help
but look down then scan the area in the event that someone was able to see
us, which was all but impossible. The house was at least the length of a
football field away from where we were with gardens and trees separating
us. We were completely surrounded by an 8 foot wall and as I said before,
we were sitting on almost 4000 acres of land with the closest boundary a
good half to three quarters of a mile away. There were only 3 other people
on the property that I knew of and they were all busy. So, what the fuck,
why not?

I reached down and lifted Angelo up by his underarms and stood him on the
truck's rear bumper which put all that made him boy about level with my
face. I put my face in close and nuzzled mouth against his softened cock
and balls, breathing in deeply and drawing in the fragrance of boy. I could
feel him begin to get hard so took his cocklet into my mouth and began the
sucking motion, moving my lips and tongue. I heard a large inhalation of
air as I did it and felt his cock harden quickly so that I could actually
begin moving my head back and forth. I suckled his foreskin into a nipple
and twirling it with my tongue before pushing it back and doing it
again. Angelo had his hands at the side of my head as much for balance as
something to hold on to and began humping his hips, fucking his hard cock
into my mouth.

My own cock became incredibly hard so, with my mouth still wrapped around
Angelo's cock I slipped my shorts and boxers down enough to give myself
some room. I put my hands back on the boy's slender little butt and kneaded
and squeezed him. I took my mouth from his cock and licked at his balls
then sucked the sac into my mouth and tonguing at the small eggs of his
balls and getting another gasp in the process.

I let go of his sac and went back to his cock and wrapped my arms around
his hips as I pressed my face into his crotch. Angelo was moaning loudly,
moving his hips as much as he could given that I was holding on to him
pretty tightly. I wanted to strip him naked, along with myself, and ravish
his body. I wanted to rim his tight little hole then slip a finger up
inside of him and finger fuck him to an orgasm. I wanted him to suck my
cock and maybe shoot my warm sperm all over his cocoa brown face but I
needed time and since I was already pushing the limits of our absence, I
knew it would all have to wait.

I loosened my grip on him in order for him to fuck my mouth again while my
right hand went south, took hold of my raging hard on and began to jack
off. I tugged and played with Angelo's balls as he humped against my face,
the boy picking up speed and moaning more loudly as he neared his orgasm. A
few minutes later he peaked and his little body shook with a dry cum. I
took my hand from his balls and put it around his waist again in order to
help keep him from falling off the truck bumper and possibly hurting
himself. I'd have had a hell of a time explaining that.

My action on his now ultra sensitive cock became too much and he began
giggling and pushing my head away. I lifted him back down to the ground and
he pulled my upper body downward to plant his mouth against mine and give
me a deep throated kiss.

"You make esperma now Greg," he said after breaking the kiss. I nodded my
head and went to town while Angelo stood there staring at my cock and
fondling himself. Despite having had almost daily orgasms for the previous
week, sometimes multiple times, I came surprisingly fast. Angelo
practically cheered as 4 sold jets of cum shot out onto the dirt. I leaned
forward, resting my hand on the edge of the tonneau cover so that the
oozing cum would miss my clothing. When it was all over I wiped the residue
from my dick then stood there panting and catching my breath. I finally put
things back in place while Angelo made comments on how much stuff I made
and wondering aloud when and if he would make as much. I told him I
honestly didn't know.

We got in the truck to head back and as I passed through the opening in the
wall I had Angelo close the gate and thinking that despite our isolation a
heavier gate and lock might be in order. Back at the house I got the truck
around the back and started to unload my tools in the large tool
shed. Javier joined us so it didn't take long to get the job done and in
the process I wondered if building a new shed instead of fixing the
existing one up would be in order.

Andréa and I didn't get a chance to sit down and talk until after 8 that
night. The boys went to bed earlier than usual so Andréa and I sat on the
front veranda and watched the sunset while drinking her homemade mango
lemonade which was incredible. She commented on how surprised she'd been
when she saw me pull up in the truck because I hadn't had the opportunity
to tell her about it before I left for Seattle. I explained that before I
had left I'd considered the need for such equipment for a variety of
reasons not the least of which was a larger garden area.

"And now that you're planning on opening a restaurant of sorts I would
think that your own fresh vegetables would not only be preferable but also
cost effective." She nodded in approval at my thinking.

"Fresh fruit would also be good and you know there are the orchards
although they are much overgrown." I agreed with her but I'd also seen them
and felt that they could be retaken from the jungle. As crazy as it seemed
I envisioned a time when we grew enough fruit and vegetables to be able to
sell some of it at the market. Andréa pulled me out of my momentary
reverie.

"What will be your first project Greg?"

"Well, I'm thinking that we need to spruce up the appearance of the place
and a large part of that is going be the paint. I'm going to need help with
that Andréa, at least 4 people. The more people, the faster it will go."
Andréa seemed to give that some thought then said that she would call some
people and see what she could find. Given that it was essentially moving
into winter in Costa Rica there should be someone who would be available to
help.

We talked a little more and during that time the Estes' drove into the
circular driveway and parked. Ed and Cheryl Estes were renting the cottage
and just coming back from dinner. Retired college professors, they told
Andréa that they planned on coming down at least 3 times a year and knew
plenty of other people who would kill to be able to stay on the
estate. "It's a pretty choice thing you got going here," he'd said. How
well I knew it. The older couple stopped to visit with us for a brief
moment then said they were going to walk down to the beach for a little
bit, said good evening and headed off.  In talking with Ed, I'd asked him
about the renting of rooms as well, something like the American B&B and
they both agreed that it was something that some people would be open
too. I had also floated by him the notion of small one room cottages closer
to the beach or even in the jungle and he suggested tree houses, a popular
item with tourists that went for big money.

"I think I'm going to turn in as well," I said, hugged Andréa and tromped
upstairs to my room. I checked my email and found that my other belongings
had arrived and where I could pick them up in Puerto Caldera, a shorter
drive by far than going to San Jose. I didn't think that I'd need the
trailer either since there wasn't that much stuff and the biggest item was
the big screen. Most likely the entire pallet would fit into the truck.

Back in my room after taking a shower I heard a very faint knock at the
door. I rewrapped the towel around my waist and opened the door a crack to
see Javier standing there in his boxers so let him in. As soon as I closed
the door he was in my arms, hugging me tightly.

"I missed this all day today Greg," the boy said after we broke
away. "After a whole week of just you and me it seems extrano-strange-not
to be able to hug or kiss whenever I want." With that he raised his head up
and I lowered mine and we kissed, a mouth open tongue fighting sort of
kiss. I felt myself begin to get hard and when we broke it off and Javier
stepped back it was clear that he was stimulated as well.

"What are we going to do about this Greg? I want so much to be naked and
holding each other." He reached out and pulled the towel away from my waist
then took hold of my cock. "And this too." The boy dropped to his knees and
began sucking me, one hand stroking me and the other one between his legs
fondling his own rising boyhood. Looking down on him as he worked on me
brought back all the feelings that I'd had on the trip and I wondered to
myself how we were going to work this out.

He finally stopped and stood up then pressed his smooth young body against
mine again and as we kissed my hand sought out his cock and started to work
it which only caused the kiss to intensify. This time when we broke away
the roles were reversed and as I dropped to my knees in front of him I
tugged his boxers down and freed up his raging hard cock. I immediately
took him into my mouth savoring the fragrance and taste of a boy that
hadn't showered after his afternoon swim. I certainly wouldn't have wanted
to rim him under those conditions but it sure enhanced the cock sucking.

It didn't take long before he whispered that he was going to cum which only
made me renew my efforts. I jacked his hard brown cock as I sucked him,
tickled his foreskin with my tongue before pulling it back down. I heard
him moan softly, felt his cock thicken against my lips and then the warmth
of his sperm as it oozed out onto my tongue. Just as he came we heard
Andréa walk past the door on the way to her own room then the soft click of
her bedroom door closing.

Javier's cock finally stopped, his head got way to sensitive for my tongue
so I stopped and stood up and kissed him again. "We'll figure something out
Javier, I promise."

"Well it's going to be harder because Angelo wants to be with you too. He
asked me about the trip and whether we did anything and I told him that we
sucked and stuff but not that we fucked each other. As soon as he knows
about that he's going to want you to fuck him, I know he will." There
wasn't any jealousy in the boy's voice, he was only reporting the facts
which I knew to be true. We kissed once more and he headed out the door but
not before I told him we would be driving to Puerto Caldera in the
morning. He smiled, said he'd never been there and that it should be
fun. He said goodnight and went back to his room.

We were out of the house by 9 and back home for lunch. I'd called the
shipping offices and found out that there were actually 2 pallets of my
stuff and that one of them would fit easily in the bed of the truck but the
other one would have to be broken down and the boxes packed
individually. It wasn't a problem.  Of course Angelo was excited as hell
about the ride and Javier graciously allowed him to ride shotgun on the
trip up. For the trip back I pulled a Shrek video out of my stuff and put
it in the DVD player and he started to watch it from the drop down screen
for the back seat but we got home before it was half over.

Back at the house Andréa prepared lunch while we unpacked the truck, Jorge
giving me a hand with the big screen. A lot of the entertainment stuff
stayed in the living room while the rest went up to my bedroom. During
lunch Andréa said that she had gotten a hold of a friend in Jaco who told
her that her grandson Ali, short for Alejandro, was a good worker as were a
couple of his friends. While they were yet boys, it seemed that they had
been working at odd jobs as a team for over a year and were quite
reliable. If I wanted she would arrange a meeting for me with them. The
word "boys" got my attention so I agreed to meet them in Jaco after lunch.

From the minute I saw them I knew that Los ninos trabajadores-the working
boys- would be perfect. I pulled in to park next to the beach just on the
outskirts of Jaco, Andréa having given a description of the truck to the
contact person. Before I came to a stop a group of 4 teens was headed in my
direction and my first thought was to wonder if they would play. The looked
to be between 14 & 16, and wearing only board shorts, I got a good clear
view of their lean fit bodies.

As I stepped out of the truck the obvious leader of the crew stepped
forward and extended a hand, "Senor Greg" he said, in a question format. I
nodded my head as I took his hand. His grip was firm but not overbearing in
any way.

"I am Ali, and these are mi amigos; Joaquin Sebastian, and Pedro," he said,
going down the line. All of the boys shook my hand and I tried to take them
in as much as I could in those first few seconds. Ali and Sebastian
appeared to be the oldest by virtue of size, about 5'8 or 5'9 or so while
Pedro appeared to be the youngest and the shortest, about 5'5. Pedro stood
out the most for me mostly because his hair was bleached out to a surfer
boy yellow. He also sported somewhat thick but not unattractive, lips, the
top one arched somewhat so that unless his lips were pressed closed, more
of his front teeth showed than was normal. Don't get me wrong, it didn't
detract in any way from his cutness, he was a darling boy, they all were.

"Let's go to the Pizza place," I said, pointing to a small joint across the
street and as we headed there Joaquin was slightly in front of us so I
ogled his slender ass from behind my Rayban's. His board shorts were slung
typically low and because he had such a nice curve to his buttocks they
stayed fairly well in place despite the degree of sway the boy had in his
walk. Inside we found a table to seat all of us and I asked them if they
wanted a pizza.That was like offering steak to a starving lion, they were
teenage boys, of course they could eat. Offering food is a quick way to a
boy's heart and my offer garnered large toothy grins from all 4 of
them. They agreed on a large all meat pie and I started out with 2 pitchers
of soda and we got down to business.

I started by asking their ages. Ali was just shy of 16, Sebastian 15,
Joaquin almost 15 and Pedro had just turned 14 a few weeks before. All were
good looking boys with large inquisitive eyes, open smiles that revealed
straight, crystal white teeth although Sebastian had a small chip in one of
his front teeth. While all of them had nicely defined young bodies Joaquin
seemed to be better developed and as it turned out he was the most avid
sportsman in the group. I told them that I was looking for basic laborers,
people to do the menial grunt work that would be required on the property,
although, I said, they might gain some experiences that could help them
later in life. In my head I hoped to include cock sucking to their skill
set.

"What wage could we expect senor Greg?" I asked him what they would
expect. Apparently a discussion had already taken place because Ali had his
answer ready. "4000 colons senor, per dia."

"Is that for each one of you or the entire group." He waved his arm to show
that he meant the entire crew.

"Todas senor Greg." I nodded my head. He was offering a full day's work for
the sum equivilant to a little more than $8.50 per day to be split between
the 4 of them. I readily assumed that the money would go to Ali and he
would dole it out as agreed between them. I pretended to think about that,
all 4 sets of eyes watching intently, but Pedro seemingly the most intent
of the bunch. While it may seem that I was getting the better deal it was
the boys who were getting the deal as this was the opportunity to make
money. A skilled carpenter or electrician only makes about 10 bucks a day
so for these young teens, to get an equivalent to 2 bucks a day was a gift.

"Alright," I said, to which they all responded with smiles and a little
back patting. "But I'll tell you what. I'll make it 4500 colons a day but
it must be divided equally and everybody must perform equal work." Everyone
but Ali was ecstatic about that; they had gotten a raise while the oldest
boy might make a little less. Ali might not like the idea but he agreed to
it and extended his hand with a large open smile on his face and I went on.

 "We will also feed you lunch and if we aren't in the middle of something
that needs finishing we'll take a couple hours off at lunch for lunch and
you can eat, nap or swim. If we have to work late then I'll pay you more
and I'll pick you up each day and bring you back to Jaco." If I needed to
be any more endeared to the boys that certainly did it.

The pizza came and we got to know each other a little better while they
ate. I was stuffed from lunch. All were still in school, Sebastian an avid
soccer player, swimmer and wrestler which accounted for his ripped
body. All of the boys loved the beach, thought my truck was the bomb-their
words not mine- thought America and Americans were great and wanted to
practice their English on me. Given that, I will not try to use their exact
words, it would be too difficult.

During our talk it seemed to me that Pedro was watching me great deal of
the time and I wondered if it was just because the boy hadn't had that much
experience with my countrymen or if there might be something else. In any
case I told the boys I would pick them about 7:30 Monday morning, this was
Friday, and they agreed on where that would be. That being said I shook
hands with all of them and left. I would have started the next day but I
still needed some things and figured that San José was going to be my best
bet.

At the house I told Andréa about my plan to head to the capitol city first
thing in the morning and invited her along but she elected to not go. "If
you have time you might want to look into a commercial washer and dryer
however." I nodded my head. Despite the overcast day and somewhat cooler
temperature I was still a northern boy and it was still hot to me so I
decided that a swim was in order. Since neither of the boys were doing
anything in particular they decided to go with me. I rarely wore a swim
suit anymore; there was no need. I knew that the Estes' had gone down the
coast, besides if Angelo were going with me the adorable little tyke would
insist on nudity anyway.

On the walk down I thought about the notion of a golf cart that Matt had
brought up before I'd gone back to Seattle. I hadn't gotten one from Dan
but considered the idea of getting one now. Although not a long walk to the
beach, some of our guests might appreciate having some form of conveyance,
especially if they had younger children with them. That led me to thinking
about a utility vehicle. I didn't want to have to lug 5 gallon pails of
paint to the back end of the property when we did the wall, or tools and
things when we started working on the orchard. The truck was simply too big
and unwieldy for such tasks. The idea of ATV's also crossed my mind both
for me and the boys as well as guests.

Arrival at the beach shut that part of my brain down as we all stripped
naked, Angelo watching me carefully. We ran into the surf, which that day
was running a 6 foot face and dove in under a wave. After body surfing a
dozen waves and getting tossed onto the beach in a sand filled crevices
heap we got out and lay in the sand under the shade of palm trees at the
beach line. It didn't take long before Angelo was hard as a stone and all
but waving his cocklet in my face as if daring me to do something about
it. I did.

He got close enough for me to throw my arms around his waist and quickly
pull his crotch to my face and as I put my mouth over his rigid cock I
rolled the boy onto his back. Once his cock was in my mouth and getting
sucked he relaxed. I proceeded to gently suckle him, moving my head up and
down while my tongue roamed over his swollen cock head and my left hand
moved to his chest and gently rubbed and then pinched lightly on his
nipples. My eyes were closed as I sucked on him but I heard Javier move and
a moment later felt his hand on my hip. I had been partially on my side but
tilted my waist so that it was more upright and immediately Javier's hand
was on my cock, stroking it and holding it upright and a second later I was
in his mouth.

As Javier sucked my cock and fondled my heavy balls I considered how much
better the soon to be teen had gotten at the task. The boy was able to take
a great deal of me into his mouth even though it was only for a second or
four but still he made the effort. He'd learned to allow his tongue to
explore whatever surfaces it came into contact with which meant that he
moved it all over my cock head, causing waves of pleasure to shoot through
my body. We stayed in that position for a good 5 minutes before Angelo
panted that he wanted to suck on my cock too.

We swapped places, sort of. I lay on my back so Angelo could worship my fat
cock while Javier straddled my chest then leaned forward and put his hands
on the grassy area that my head rested on. I put my hands on his hips and
the boy proceeded to fuck my mouth, moving slowly and allowing me actually
savor the feel and the taste of him. I loved Javier's body. He was the
perfect size and development for me; a preteen boy in the beginning stages
of puberty, with the eagerness to please and be pleased flowing through his
young body. I loved sucking his foreskin into a nipple and exploring it
with my tongue and my lips.

At my other end Angelo continued to suck me. Although he didn't have the
ability to do me like his brother it was still a stimulating experience
because the boy made up in exuberance what he lacked in ability. I say
ability and not experience for remember; he'd gotten some practice in San
José before moving back in with his abuella. One of his free hands rested
on my nuts which pulled the skin of my cock tighter.

Javier gently pulled away from me, got off of my chest then turned around
and presented his smooth puckered hole for me. He knelt far enough away so
that he had to squat backwards toward me which in turn spread his cheeks
about as wide as they could go. I loved the sight of his hairless balls
hanging in front of my mouth so started with them, licking at the sac of
eggs and causing them to swing in the air. I felt Javier's head rest on my
thigh before I pulled his ass backward enough for me to attack his wrinkled
hole with my tongue and I did so with a vengeance.

Angelo wasn't quite sure what was going on so stopped what he was doing to
come forward to see. "Why are you licking Javier's butt hole Greg?" The
young boy asked the question in a tone of voice that indicated that I much
be crazy. I was too busy licking over every bit of flesh that was before my
face, savoring the texture and even the slight fragrance and the warmth
that radiated from him. I felt Javier take over on my cock although he did
it with a little more fury than he had before.

When I hadn't him answered Angelo he turned to ask Javier. "Do you like
that, what Greg's doing to your butt hole?" My hand had spanned his butt
cheeks and had him pried open about as far as Mother Nature would allow him
to be pried open. I licked up and down his perineum, onto his balls and
back up to his puckered pink hole, pushing my tongue against his flesh and
then the actual orifice itself. I reached between his legs and took hold of
his raging boner and began stroking him, quickly moving his foreskin back
and forth over the sensitive head. Angelo wasn't sure what to do so mostly
stood there and watched us and jacked off.

"I'm gonna cum Greg I'm gonna cum," Javier finally moaned out. I stroked
faster, held him tighter and pushed my tongue harder at his hole, trying to
get my tongue inside his body through the tightly closed orifice. I heard
him moan loudly, felt his cock thicken against my fingers then the warm
dampness of his sperm as it shot out onto my upper belly. I kept licking
his asshole and felt it twitch each time he pulsed out in his orgasm.

Surprisingly enough all of the action got me close to cumming as well and I
told Javier not to stop what he was doing. To his credit the boy kept
sucking and stroking me after his sperming had stopped and it didn't take
long before I uttered the words.

"I'm right there Javier I'm there." The words were no sooner out of my
mouth when I came. Javier's mouth was still enclosed over my cock head so
that first jet went inside the boy's mouth. I crammed my face into his
asshole sniffing, licking, kissing, and pushing my tongue against it as my
cock convulsed out a good 6 squirts of high quality sperm. Javier had taken
his mouth from the squirting hose, for what reason I knew not, but kept
stroking it. Angelo jumped right in and took the head into his mouth and
continued suck and drink whatever cum I had left, and it felt like there
was more than just a few drops. His smaller body was next to mine and
because he was on his hands and knees the crinkled sac of his preteen balls
was right there for the groping so I reached out and cupped them, squeezing
and tugging on the crinkled sac. I allowed a finger to move upward to his
puckered butt hole and let it explore the fissures and hills of
flesh. Apparently it felt good because he pushed his little butt backward a
little bit.

My orgasm finally subsided and both boys moved off of and away from
me. When he turned to look at me I saw that my cum was running down
Javier's cheek and also down his chin. The boy couldn't take all of my
offering. There was some residue on Angelo's face as well. I reached out
and wiped the stuff from Javier, then Angelo and the little amount of sperm
that Javier had deposited on my belly. I motioned for Angelo to get closer
then wrapped my sperm filled hand around his hardened cocklet and began to
jack him off. The boy moaned loudly as I stroked him and with the sperm as
a lube it didn't take long before he to came, his little body shaking and
quaking as it was wracked with the throes of his orgasm.

It was soon all over and we simply lay there basking in the afterglow of
sex. Javier commented on how great it had felt when I licked his hole and
of course Angelo wanted to know all about that. Javier told him we'd done
it when we were in Seattle and of course the little boy wanted to know what
else we'd done.

"Well," I started out slowly, "Umm Javier fucked me."

"Up the butt?" the boy asked. Javier gave his little brother a "duh"
look. Of course in the next few seconds he discovered that I'd fucked
Javier as well and he wanted to know what that was like but more
importantly when I was going to fuck him. I stood up and started for the
water in order to clean off.

"Are you sure that's what you want Angelo?" That earned me a "duh" look.
"Okay well, I don't think that we can set a date or anything but if you're
sure it's what you want to try then we'll find the time somehow. The little
boy hugged up tight to me, clearly happy at that prospect of having my
thick cock shoved up his tight little asshole. We got into the surf and
played a while, the water naturally cleaning any residue of sperm from our
various body parts. We body surfed a few waves and of course had to clean
the sand from a variety of places before we called it a day and headed back
to the house.

The rest of the afternoon was spent roaming along the wall of the compound,
first the outside to make note of where the encroaching jungle would need
to be cut back and then the inside. There was a fair amount of work to be
done before we'd be able to power wash it and then paint it. We were also
heading into the rainy season and that would affect our time. Still, I felt
that it needed to be done. One could do everything possible to grounds and
even the interior of the house but having the outside look like a shit hole
take a whole lot away from it.

That night I got on line and searched for what I wanted in San José. After
that I started the process of hooking the big screen and sound system
up. Andréa hadn't owned a television, had only been to a few movies in her
life and had limited exposure to radio and music. She was almost as excited
as the boys at the prospect of having an entertainment system in their
large living room. One of the things I would need to do in San José the
next day was find a satellite company otherwise the TV was useless.

The next morning the sky was terribly overcast and threatened to rain at
any moment. Neither of the boys wanted to spend half the day in the cab of
the truck going to and from the capitol city which meant that I'd have to
do it alone. I was a little saddened by that but it was nothing serious. It
would give me quiet time to think about a variety of things that needed
thinking about. I grabbed a large mug of ice water, a half dozen CD's,
kissed Andréa on the cheek and headed out the door.

I was about half way through Jaco when the sky opened up and the heavens
began pissing on humanity and I gotta tell you it was fucking pouring. As I
turned onto the "old Jaco road" I saw a somewhat diminutive figure standing
just off the asphalt, thumb out, trying to hitch a ride. Picking up
hitchhikers in a foreign country is not recommended but this one appeared
to be a kid and I felt pity for him, or her, or it. I couldn't really tell
because of the rain. I pulled to a stop and something immediately tugged at
my brain. I stretched across the console to open the door but it wasn't
necessary as it was unlocked and my soon to be rider managed to get it
open. I recognized the bleached blond head before I saw his face. When
Pedro saw me a strange expression crossed his face.

"Oh, Senor Greg," he said but didn't exactly get it as stood on the chrome
sidebar with his body half in but mostly out of the cab.

"Come on, get in before you drown Pedro," I said.

"Your seat Senor," he said.

"Don't worry about it just get in."  The boy did as I asked but sat on the
very edge of the seat then closed the door. Pedro was soaked but there
wasn't anything I could do about it right then as I was half in the road. I
looked around quickly, spied building ahead with canopy and quickly drove
to it, stopping underneath out of the rain. I jumped out, opened the back
door and pulled up the seat and pulled out a beach towel that I'd put there
along with polish and other things. I went around to the other side of the
truck and motioned Pedro to get out, which he did.

"Let's get you dried off." I tousled the boy's hair then went to work on
his arms and legs. Once he was done I told him to take his shirt off, which
he did, and I quickly dried him. "Now the shorts." He gave me a questioning
look then looked around. The place where I was parked was empty and there
didn't seem to be a soul as far as the eye could see, which wasn't far in
the deluge. "You've got to get out of those shorts Pedro other wise they'll
never dry and it will soak my seat in the process. Wrap the towel around
your waist and slip them off. He did as he was asked then handed me soaked
garment, noticeably sans underwear, which I first wrung out then shook
out. I told him to get back in the truck and when he did I noticed the
bruises on his back and I knew what they were. Furious, I went around to my
side, pulled the hood latch then opened the hood.

I had already seen under the hood of the truck and knew that it was
virtually spotless. I slid Pedro's shorts under the wiring harness that ran
along the passenger side fender, making sure that it wouldn't go anywhere
then did the same with his shirt only closer to the firewall. I shut the
hood and got back in the truck. The boy was shivering so I put the heater
on full blast and directed 4 of the interior vents in his direction and
closed the ones on my side.

"Do you want to tell me what happened?" His head was down and he shook it
slowly. "Okay," I said. "I'm on my way to San José to get some things but
I'm coming back this afternoon. Is that okay." He nodded his head. I
checked my mirrors and pulled back out onto the road. I glance over at him
a moment later and saw that he was still shivering but it wasn't from cold,
it was because he was crying. I pulled off the road again and quickly went
around to the other side and opened the door. I reached an arm around in
front of him and put the other one across his shoulders. I exerted a little
bit of pressure but that was all that was needed. He turned his upper body
into mine, hugged me tightly and began crying out loud. I could feel his
tears run down my neck but continued to hold him, feeling the warmth of his
body through my t-shirt. I didn't pat his back or any of those things, I
just held on to him while his body was wracked with sobs.

Thankfully the rain had slowed, almost to a stop, one of those common
things in the tropics. I could tell when Pedro quit crying but still he
held on to me until finally I felt him relax a little. He eventually pulled
away, although gently and slowly, turning his head as he did, but still I
saw the reddened eyes. I patted his leg then closed the door, went to my
side and got in and resumed my journey.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw him move and lean back in the seat. I
could tell that he was glancing in my direction but didn't turn to look at
him, allowing him the opportunity to speak if he chose to. He finally did.

"You are very kind to me Senor Greg, even though you do not know me." I
didn't correct him. I did look at him however and smiled. The boy moved the
corner of his mouth in an effort to smile back but fell short. My eyes went
back to the road, which is quite necessary. The road to San José, and I
can't help saying that without thinking of that old 60's soft rock song,
required constant attention due to potholes, curves and the like.

"It's not that difficult to be nice to you Pedro," I said. He was quiet for
a moment then said thank you. A good 5 minutes of silence passed before he
spoke again.

"My uncle beats me." His voice was soft, almost like a little boy. "He gets
drunk and takes his problems out on me. He blames me for everything."
Again, silence.

"So, am I to guess that you were running away?"

"Yes." He said even more softly. "I can live on the streets of San José. It
would be difficult but it would be better than how I have to live now. I
can make much money from the tourists, from the men." I could tell that he
was watching me closely to see my reaction to that admission. I looked at
him, nodding my head a little bit.

"That can be dangerous Pedro. I would hate to see you hurt, or worse." His
sigh was heavy.

"I know but at least I would feel like I have some control over my life." I
didn't object to his statement, wrong though it was. He didn't need that
right then, he needed solutions.

"What if there were some place else to live?" I looked over at him as I
asked the question.

"Who would want me?" I told him that there were plenty of people who be
proud to call him their son and he asked me, who?

"I would," and I meant it. Not because he was a boy, and I loved boys, but
because he was a human being that deserved better.

"You don't know me," he responded.

"I don't have to. Do you steal things?" He shook his head. "Are you a
liar?" he shook his head. "Do you like to hurt people or animals? Do you
like to start fires or destroy things?" I asked him a few more things along
those lines and to everything he shook his head or answered no. "There, now
I know you, or at least who you aren't." He was quiet then shook his head.

"You don't know me."

"What else is there to know?" quiet.

"I am gay." The word is the same in Spanish as it is in English so there
was no mistaking what he said, it was just that he said it so
quietly. Still, I heard him.

"Is that why your uncle beats you?"

"It was one more reason for him to beat me. When he found out he was
furious. The father of another boy told him, a boy that I had," he paused
then went on, "been with. He blamed me for his son being gay saying his son
was a real boy before he met me. This was not true." Pedro's speech became
a little faster as though he needed to defend himself. "It was the boy who
made advances to me; the boy wanted to..." his voice softened again, "to
suck my polla." The word is pronounced something like pole yay without the
syllable. It means cock.

It was a story I'd heard a hundred times before and hearing it again didn't
lessen my anger. My parents had known about and accepted my sexuality when
I came out to them during my senior year of high school. It hurt me when
other boys hadn't had that experience. I was considering that but Pedro
interpreted my silence as something else.

"Do you still want me now, Senor Greg?" There was anger, frustration and
defiance in Pedro's voice. "Or perhaps you want this." With that the boy
ripped the towel from where it was tucked at the left side of his waist and
pulled the edge open. With his legs spread wide he fully exposed himself to
me. Fortunately there was an expanse of open space at the side of the road
so I pulled over. I looked over at him, and then purposely at his crotch.

Pedro surprised me in that he was very well endowed for a newly minted 14
year old. Easily seven inches of uncircumcised cock rested lazily on his
balls, the tip of him actually touching the seat. He had a nice little
patch of black hair at the base of his flat pubic area, but not a wild
bush. I could still see skin though the tangle of curls. From where I was
looking it appeared that his balls were smooth as well, although there was
some fuzz growing at the top of the sac where it attached to his pride and
joy. After giving it a good look I looked him in the eyes.

"That's very nice Pedro but you know what, I have one of those too. Of
course, mine is bigger," I said with a little grin. I reached across him
and took the edge of the towel and pulled it back over his lap and covered
him up then leaned on the console that separated us with my arms crossed
beneath me.

"I'm also gay." The boy's large eyes seemed to become larger then narrowed
slightly, the expression of doubt. "It's true. I sucked my first cock when
I was twelve years old. It was with my best friend Robbie and we did it to
each other on a dare. I loved it and I've been sucking cock ever since."
The boy simply stared at me for a moment then tears welled up in his
beautiful dark eyes. I got out of the truck again, hurried around the front
to the other side and pulled the door open. Pedro turned and went into my
arms again only this time the towel wasn't hooked and when he turned, his
whole body turned. The result was that I had a very cute and very naked 14
year old boy in my arms.

Pedro hugged me tightly. "I am so sorry for speaking to you that way Senor
Greg. You have been most kind to me." I held him as tight as he held me, my
head resting against his. I felt my heart well up with both sympathy and
empathy for him. I was very aware of his cock pushing against my lower
belly and if Pedro was aware, it didn't seem to bother him.

He finally loosened his grip and backed only far enough away to look me in
the eyes then leaned forward and put his lips against mine and kissed
me. It wasn't long, only a thank you sort of kiss and it was followed by a
verbal thank you. I put my hands at the sides of his face then kissed him
on the forehead.

"Thank you Pedro."  A few minutes later we were back on the road with Pedro
turned slightly to face in my direction, leaning back against the door. I
was acutely aware that he hadn't bothered to put the towel back but didn't
look. As I said, the road I was on required my full attention. We were
quiet, soft jazz playing on the CD player.

"Do you have a boyfriend," he asked me. I shook my head and when I asked
him the same question he shook his head.

"It is too difficult in a small town like Jaco, especially for a boy my
age. A few of my friends know, like Ali and Joaquin but that's all. Some
times we all, you know." And here he used the universal gesture for jacking
off, "or maybe a little more but it's all in fun, you know, stuff that boys
do. I'd like to have a boyfriend I think, and maybe in San José I will." I
looked over at him and since his attention was focused on the road in front
of us I stole a quick glance between his legs. Yep, it was a pretty nice
sight.

"Are you set on staying in San José," I asked him. He shrugged his
shoulders and said that he couldn't go back to his uncle's home, he
wouldn't go back. I left it at that and talked of other things.

I learned that he never knew his father, that his mother had left him with
her brother-his uncle-when he was 4 or 5 and had not been heard from
since. I learned that he liked school, excelled in math and science and
like every other South American boy loved soccer and watched the national
team closely but had never attended a game, which was a dream of his. I
made note of that. I told him of my childhood and my life until that point,
including why I was in Costa Rica and what my plans were. He had heard
about la Joya del Pacifico but had never been there. During the entire time
we talked he made no move to cover himself up, allowing me to glance at
that which made him a boy whenever I looked his way.

"Do you want me to see if your clothes are dry?" I finally asked. Pedro
looked at me and smiled.

"It doesn't matter, for now I mean. Why, don't you like to look at my
body?" It was the first real sense of humor that he'd show so far.

"You do have a nice body to look at," I told him, glancing in his
direction.

"Well then, there's no rush to cover it then." We talked about other things
for a while longer but then we started seeing signs of humanity so I pulled
over at the first opportunity and retrieved his clothes from under the
hood. Not only were they dry but they were warm as well. Pedro pulled the
t-shirt on but not the shorts. Instead he sat facing me, one hand on his
smooth thigh while the other one went farther south and gently rummaged
around at his cock and then his balls.

I looked over at him and since we were in the beginnings of the city, the
roads were straighter and wider. "You keep doing that and you're gonna wake
that thing up," I said with a grin.

"Would that be a bad thing Senor Greg? Perhaps you might like to see it
when it's awake." The boy was being quite coy.

"Under other circumstances it would not be a bad thing you naughty boy and
perhaps I would like to see it that way some time but right now isn't quite
the time." He pouted at me then smiled and pulled his shorts on. It did not
escape my notice that he'd begun to wake up.

I pulled into a large and mostly empty church parking lot and entered an
address into the GPS. When it started talking to me Pedro thought that was
the coolest thing he'd ever seen. I knew that many 3rd world country GPS
information was fairly limited but had hoped that the places I was looking
for were on common enough streets to be included in the system.

Heading toward my first stop and I came across a large hardware store so we
stopped in and I picked up a half dozen roles of thin plastic for drop
cloths and tape to keep it in place. At the checkout I asked the clerk
about his thoughts on where to get utility type vehicles as well as ATV's
and he told me about a large place on the outskirts of the city's East side
that would probably have everything I wanted. He got me the address so I
could punch it into the GPS later.

The next stop was a communications company where I purchased and arranged
for the delivery and installation of one. It was nearing lunch so I asked
Pedro if he was hungry, he was, and if there was some place that he'd like
to eat. His eyes lit up and he said,

"McDonald's." He said he'd never been to one but knew about them. That
reminded me of Eddie Murphy's stand up routine and although I pretty much
despised the fast food giant that's where we went. If I needed to endear
myself to the boy any further, that was the way to do it. We chattered our
way through what I considered to be less than tasty or healthy fare,
although Pedro seemed to be in heaven, and 20 minutes later were back on
the road.

I finally found the store that the clerk had told me about, the GPS got me
close but it wasn't right on. At first glance I wasn't sure if it was the
right place. There were about a dozen ATV's out front along with a couple
of dirt bikes and a golf cart of sorts but that was it. Looking through the
front windows it didn't appear that there was a whole lot more but we got
out and went inside.

A sales person came up to me right away and asked if he could help me. When
I told him what I wanted he smiled and told me I'd come to the right place
and said to follow him. We went through a set of double doors into a
gigantic showroom. With as much square footage as the largest Costco I'd
ever been in, there were off road vehicles of every kind, golf carts and
utility vehicles by many of the largest and well known manufacturer's. The
grin on Pedro's smooth young face could have lit up a city.

I looked at utility vehicles first because that was top on my list and
after that golf type cart that could carry 4-5 people comfortably and while
I nosed around Pedro sat on a number of bikes and other off road
equipment. Most of what I saw was new so I asked the salesman about some
used equipment. It so happened that the owner of the store was coming in
later that night with a couple of trucks loaded with used equipment that
was reported to be in very good condition. I could certainly come by first
thing in the morning to see the delivery. That would mean spending the
night which also meant that having Pedro spend it with me was a possibility
unless he was set on hitting the bricks of the capitol city right away. I'd
given that some thought as well and decided to call Andréa and see what her
thoughts were. I told Pedro that I was going to go make a phone call and he
nodded his head and jumped on a quad.

In the truck I put the call through and got her on the 4th ring. I
explained what I was doing in regard to the equipment so was planning on
spending the night and hopefully returning by lunch the following day. I
then explained Pedro's predicament. As it turned out Andréa knew something
about the boy's story although she'd never met him. When she asked what I
wanted to do I told what I didn't want was for him to become a San José
street kid that sold his body in order to live.

"Perhaps you should convince him to come and stay with us, at least for a
short while until we can figure something out for him." I was hoping that
would be her suggestion.

Back in the store I told the salesman that I'd be back in the morning and
asked if it were possible for the owner to be here earlier than usual for
me. He said that he would try, where I would be staying. I called the
Marriot and got a room and left my name with the salesman. I found Pedro
and told him that we were going and headed back out to the truck.

"Are you going to buy one of those things Greg?" I had finally gotten him
to drop the Senor.

"I'm thinking about it." I headed for the place that we bought the kitchen
equipment and when Pedro and walked through the front door of the place the
owner almost fell over himself fawning over me. Considering how much money
Andréa spent the last time we were here I figured he ought to be offering
us champagne, well, offering me champagne. I told him what I wanted, he
smiled and walked off, looking over his shoulder to make sure I was
following him.

"This is what you're looking for Senor," he said, waving his hand with a
flourish. He went on to explain that these were a product of Uni-Mac, what
most hotels used. While the dryer was certainly large the washer didn't
look that much different than a regular one and when I asked about that the
salesman explained the differences. We talked about the price, then the
delivery and set up as well as taking the old equipment away, "for a slight
fee you understand". Of course. I called Andréa with the information and
she readily agreed to it.

"I've spoken with someone who knows the uncle of the boy you spoke of Greg
and I do believe that it's best if you bring him here. He may have to sleep
in your room for a while however. I hope that won't be a problem." I smiled
to myself and told her that I'd manage somehow. "Another thing has crossed
my mind," she went on, "And that is a larger water heater. If we are going
to be taking in more people as well as taking on bigger laundry tasks,
we're going to need one." I agreed with her and asked if she thought we
needed it right away or could we look at that farther down the line when
our success was more assured. She agreed that since the other 3 cottages
weren't even close to being ready and we still had to repair and update
three of the bathrooms in the house the water heater could wait. I arranged
for delivery of the washer and dryer mid week and once again Pedro and I
headed out and as we did it began to rain again, hard.

"Will it be difficult for me to find a place to stay Greg," he asked rather
glumly as he stared out at the down pour.

"Probably, although you don't have to worry about it right this minute. I'm
planning on staying the night at a hotel and going back to Jaco in the
morning so you're welcome to stay with me if you like." He turned his head
slowly and looked at me for a moment then nodded his head, turned back
toward the side window then rested his head against it, his eyes
closed. Poor kid. I hated putting off my offer to him but I wanted to wait
until we were in the hotel room, which was where I headed.

At the front desk of the Marriot the concierge gave Pedro a somewhat down
cast look and in the elevator up to our floor Pedro said that the man
probably figured that he was ni?o de prostituta, a boy prostitute. At the
risk of offending him or hurting his feelings I told him that it was a look
that he'd better get used to. The glum look returned to his smooth brown
face. In our room Pedro wandered over to one of the arm chairs and sat with
his head down. I walked over and sat on the edge of the bed in front of
him.

"I'm so scared Greg," he whispered, "I don't know how to do this; I don't
know how to live here in this city." I didn't say anything for a moment
just in case he had something to add but he didn't.

"Well," I said just as softly, "Maybe you don't have to."