Date: Wed, 23 Jan 2002 21:50:38 -0500 From: Bill Adams Subject: Finding Summer Chpt. V The following story contains descriptions of graphic sexual acts. Don't read this story if: *You're not 18 or over, *If it is illegal to read this type of material where you live, *Or if you don't want to read about gay/bi people in love or having sex. The author retains copyright to this story. Placing this story on a website or reproducing this story for distribution without the author's permission is a violation of that copyright. Legal action will be taken against violators. E-mail responses to this or any other of my stories, story suggestions or other 'constructive' comments or advice may be sent to: lilb2k@hotmail.com Finding Summer - by lilb2k (Adult-Youth). Copyright 2002 by liltales Finding Summer An Original Series by LilBill Chapter V A Day Over Different Waters I was awakened by the sound of my prince stirring next to me. A warm breeze blew through the large open room. Large white drapes waved in the wind coming through the balcony. My lover woke and cleared his eyes. I kissed his chest and then his lips. "Good morning my love," I smiled, "how did you sleep?" "Like a rock!" he yawned. "How do you feel?" I asked as I made finger circles around his right nipple. "Loved," he smiled back as he thrust his head to me ending in a sweet kiss. "Where are we?" he asked becoming more lucid. "Cancun, Mexico" I said with a grin. "What!?!" he shot up in bed. "See for yourself," I pointed to the open balcony. He sprang from the bed and ran out onto the balcony. I was not concerned about him running out naked, as our room was the penthouse of the Palace de Sol hotel. "Oh my god!!!" he shouted, "Look at the water! It's so blue!" "Yes it is," I agreed, standing behind him placing my hands on his shoulders. What would follow was a flurry of questions regarding our journey, destination, and how we were going to pull this off. The journey I have already explained, so I will spare you that again. As to the destination, I have been coming to this hotel on the Yucatan Peninsular for the past ten years. The luxury hotel has wonderful amenities for the typical tourist. What lies beneath the surface, for those who can afford it, is a whole new world. A completely separate staff, all of which are hand picked and screened, serves the Penthouse. All staff sign strict confidentiality agreements, which serve to comfort the elite business class as well as royalty and celebrities. There are unimaginable freedoms that this ensures. As for how to get away with it. well that was left to the talents of Mr. Bruce Fielder. The cell phone that Jack's grandmother required him to carry whenever she was away was set to relay to a satellite phone on the night stand. If his grandmother felt she needed to contact him, he would be there. The jet was ready to go at moment's notice. And let's just say that if Grandmother chose to come home early, well. she would be delayed. Everything was in place. Breakfast was served in the solarium. I took the liberty of ordering a variety from the menu. We ate under the warmth of the morning sun. I never grew tired of watching Jack. Every movement that he made, every sound that passed his lips, every expression on his face drew me closer to him. And he watched me. I saw how he studied me. Whenever we noticed each other observing, we would start laughing. When we had finished eating he came over and sat on my lap. We had become more oblivious to our nakedness with each passing moment. I held him in my arms as he ran his fingers through the hair on my chest. This had become one of his favorite things to do. "Well," he said with a slight laugh, "At least I'm starting to not feel like I've got to go to the bathroom." `I meant to ask if you were in any pain," I had forgotten that I had invaded his ass last night. "It doesn't hurt really. I mean. I'm a little sore right at my asshole, but it feels like there's constantly something inside of me. Feels kinda neat actually." He stood up and bent over the edge of the table, spreading his legs. "Can you see anything wrong?" he said pulling his cheeks apart. His hole was a little red but not damaged in any way. I loved to look at it. He looked t me over my shoulder and smiled as I kissed the tip of my finger and then touched it to his sweet opening. "Is that the proper way to give your `Prince' a kiss?" he smiled wide. "I suppose that I could do better for my Prince," I smiled as I leaned forward and pressed my lips gently against his exposed hole. "Mmmm," he cooed, "Now that's what a call a kiss." "I thought you'd be pleased," I kissed each cheek before giving him a playful slap on the ass. "Hey," he laughed as he spun around, "Who said you could smack my ass?" "It seemed like the right thing to d at the time," I laughed back. "Oh really," he smiled as he put his arms around my neck, "Well I guess then it's ok." We shared a few more kisses and then took a shower. I loved soaping his body. He was playful this morning and I new it was one of those times when we were as father and son more than lovers. I teased back with him holding him close to my body and playing drums on his ass, laughing as each beat bounced off his bubble butt. He laughed and giggled as I tickled his sides. When we were finished, we got dressed in swim trunks and headed for the beach. We played in the ocean for hours and we savored every moment. We walked the beach and held each other's hand tightly as we mingled among the tourists. Before we knew it, the sun began to set. We held each other close as the crimson ball melted into the ocean. As the light faded, we made or way back to the penthouse. We showered again and allowed the warm ocean breeze to dry us as we watched the tourists gather like ants on the street below. I ran my fingers through his hair and he nestled his head in my chest. "So," he spoke up, "What are we doing for dinner?" "Well," I turned him so that I could take his head in my hands, "we can eat in or out. It's up to you." "We don't have anything to wear. So I guess we can't go out," he looked disappointed. "Of course we can," I bent down and kissed his forehead, "we just have to get some clothes." We put on robes and I called for Bruce. He arrived at the penthouse in a matter of moments. "The arrangements have been made Sir. The tailors are on their way to get Jack's measurements. They are preparing your outfit as we speak." "Brilliant Bruce, as always," I placed my hand on his upper arm. There was a knock on the door and Bruce let quickly ushered in the tailor. He placed a step box on the floor in front of Jack. "If it pleases you Sir," the tailor motioned for Jack to step up onto the block. Jack looked at me and I nodded affirmation. Jack stepped up and stood before us. "Sir," the tailor again spoke, "the robe sir." Jack looked confused. I walked behind him, leaned in, and whispered into his ear. "It's ok sweetheart. He's gonna measure you." I kissed him on the cheek and removed his robe. Jack stood naked before the tailor. Without hesitating, he began taking measurements. First the arms and chest, then the waist, then the leg. He paused halfway up Jack's thigh. "Sir," he said looking up at me. "Of course," I answered. I reached around my lover and cupped his penis and testicles in my hand, lifting them up out of the way. Jack was frozen solid. "You will look like a Prince my love," I whispered into his ear as I gave a slight rub to his cock with my thumb. He turned to me and smiled. "I will be back in one hour with the clothes you requested Sirs," the tailor said as he stood up. "Excellent," I replied and Bruce showed him to the door. "You could have warned me about that!" Jack socked me in the arm. "I'm sorry baby," I laughed as I rubbed my arm. "You handled yourself like a gentleman Jack," Bruce smiled, "and I think you enjoyed it more than you think." We all looked down and saw the impressive erection sticking out from my angel's body. We all laughed as Jack donned his robe again. There was a knock on the door exactly one hour later. Bruce spoke at the door and brought in two garment bags and boxes. He laid them out on the bed and excused himself from the bedroom, shutting the door as he left. Both suits were black Italian silk. I thought it fitting that we both don passion red silk bikini briefs. Shoes were provided by Cole-Haan. When we exited the bedroom, Bruce was waiting with a red velvet lined, silver tray holding two platinum Rolexes. "Absolutely stunning Sirs," Bruce smiled. "How much did this cost!?!" Jack was beaming. "That's not important my dear," I leaned over to give him a kiss, "Are the stylists here Bruce?" "Yes Sir," I motioned to the sitting room where two chairs had been set up facing each other. We sat and smiled at each other as he stylists worked our hair. When they were finished, we took our leave for dinner. As we descended in the private penthouse elevator, Jack constantly checked himself in the mirrored walls. I must say that I warmed inside at his obvious display of his age. I remembered what it felt like to be his age and to feel grown up. I smiled at him and he took my hand in his. Bruce stood with his back to us at the door. Jack motioned for me took bend down. "I'm glad we're going out to dinner," he whispered, "but I'm having a hard time focusing on it." "Why is that my love?" I whispered back. "Because," he smiled, "I can't stop thinking how awesome it's gonna be." "Dinner?" I asked. "No silly," he smiled at first, and then fixed his stare, "when you fuck me tonight on the balcony." I choked on my breath as he said this. He was becoming much more direct about our lovemaking. It was exciting. I just smiled at him, reached over and grabbed his cock through his pants. Upon reaching the lobby, we were led to through by Bruce. People stared as we made our way to the sidewalk outside. As we strolled down the street, we smiled at the other couples passing us. We held hands. I'm sure no thought anything more than `look at the rich man and his son'. We knew the truth and that made it hotter. We ate dinner at a French restaurant over looking the lagoon. Bruce had called ahead and made the arrangements. We had a low-lit section all to ourselves. The owner waited on us personally. "It is our pleasure to receive you this evening Mr. Wiengroe, a drink to start?" the owner was a short, heavyset man of Spanish origin. "Chardonnay," I smiled at Jack. "Very good sir" he walked away. "Why is it that everyone does exactly what you say Carl?" he looked sincere. "Simple honey," I took his hand, "money and power." We dined and talked. I found it both stimulating and somewhat comical that I was on a date, at the most expensive restaurant in Cancun, with the lover I had always searched for, and to everyone else, I was merely a father on vacation with his son, eating dinner. We discussed business and politics, romance and literature. His depth of study did not surprise me for I had also the task of spending most of my years growing up at a preparatory academy. What was unique about Jack was his heightened level of empathy. One might make the assertion that his sensitivity had been borne out of the tragic loss of his parents. They would be incorrect. Jack's parents had long since abandoned him to the Dovershire Academy for Boys. He had no real connection to them. It was my belief that Jack was a very emotionally available young man. His acute awareness of the suffering of other people opened him up to see the world in a different way than his peers. But that insight had come with a price. Through other's pain, he was ever reminded of the tragic solitude of his own existence. This of course made for the question always in the back of my mind, was he really in love with me, or was his need to be parented and loved so strong that he would compromise his body to attain it. I knew different, but the question vexed me. So I asked him. "Can I ask you something?" I began. "Sure," he swallowed, "Anything." "Some people," I began, "might say that I am abusing you" "Hell no!" he interrupted. "Let me finish sweetheart," I smiled. "Sorry." He put his utensils down to give me his full attention. "Some would say that I am taking advantage of a child who wants a father so badly that he would do anything to have one; even if that meant having to have sex with him." I knew this sounded harsh and abrupt, but I had to put it on the table in the clearest manner possible. "Some would say that a boy your age couldn't possibly understand what he was doing and was confusing sex for love, and that I was using my age and power to manipulate you. That you were being forced into this relationship by me." I watched as his face grew tight and the tears began to well in his dark eyes. He slammed his hands on the table, "Fuck that! I found you! I started the sex with you! I didn't come over to your house asking to borrow some sugar and you pulled me inside and fucked me! I love you," his tears flowing, "I love you, and not because you're rich, I'm rich! And not because of some sick need to have father! I never had a real father, so I wouldn't even know what one looked like. And I do know what I'm doing. I have been fucking other boys at school for years and I've never felt with them what I feel when I'm with you! When I'm with you I feel safe and loved and cared about. I know that this looks weird to other people. Fuck other people! You are not some sick child molester! You don't try and have sex with me 24/7. You love me. Yes, I like to fuck! I'm a twelve and a half year old boy who likes to get fucked by a grown man! So what! Why is that anyone else's concern!?! I don't examine their lives and tell them what I think is right or wrong, it's none of my business. You are NOT hurting me! Does everybody get that!?!" he stood up and looked around, "I AM HERE BECAUSE I WANT TO BE HERE!" "Ok, ok," I reached over and took his hand leading him back to the chair, Bruce stood at the doorway and stopped the owner from investigating the noise, "Please sit down and take a breath." "Please don't stop loving me because of what other people might think or say. I know that this is gonna be hard. I know that you could get in trouble. But," he whimpered and through the mature display of minutes passed, became a little boy again, "I love you" "I love you Jack," I had begun to cry as well, an act that I assure you hadn't occurred in years, "I won't leave you. I just had to know for sure that you were not in anyway being manipulated by me. I'm sorry to have had to put you through that. Please forgive me." He sprang from his chair and collapsed in my arms. Our mouths became locked and I knew that this was the moment when our lives together would begin again. I had never felt so engrossed in love before. It was consuming. I'd be lying if I said that I didn't still have some reservations in the back of my mind. But I had resolved to let them stay there, at bay. As we walked back to the hotel, hand in hand, I watched as he took in the sights around him. He was so alive. There was a time when I was dead. But Jack had breathed life into my soul. I knew now that I would weather any storm, pay any price, and fight any battle, to insure that he would never feel another moment's pain. As we entered the hotel I could feel a tension in his posture. Our hands never separated, but he was distant. I knew that I had caused this by my questioning at the restaurant. What must be going through his young mind? Did he doubt my love for him because I made us take a look at the unpleasant reality of our union? I was aching inside. As the elevator closed I felt my heart sink. We stopped to let Bruce off on the floor below the penthouse. As the doors closed again I felt a lump growing in my throat. Jack had not said a word since we left the restaurant. We had had our moment after he defended his love for me, but I feared that he had been too hurt by my doubts. I struggled to come up with the right words to break this unbearable silence, but found nothing. The elevator came to a stop and the doors opened into the penthouse. Jack let go of my hand and walked inside. Casting his coat over the back of a chair he made his way to the balcony. I followed, and after stopping behind him, placed my hands on his shoulders. He turned to face me and grabbed onto the black tie hanging from my neck. "I'm sorry," he began to cry. "Oh no," I closed my hands around his reassuringly, "you have nothing to be sorry about." "Yes I do," he freed his hands and wiped his eyes, "I didn't mean to embarrass you. I acted like a stupid little kid." "No you didn't," I was relieved that at least he wasn't angry, "you will never understand the gift you gave me tonight." "What gift?" he half smiled, "I did nothing but behave like a child." "Listen to me," I said firmly, "what you did in that restaurant is something that no one has ever done for me before. You fought for me. You risked everything by exposing your heart to me. I will never be able to repay you for what you've done for me." "You mean you're not mad at me for that," he looked confused. "Why would I be mad at you?" I loved this boy with a passion I had never dreamt possible. "I don't give a fuck what anyone in that restaurant thinks! You are the only thing that matters to me! I should be the one to be apologizing for making you feel that you needed to defend yourself." "But you were right," he began, "you are risking your whole life to be with me. What am I risking? You could lose everything if the wrong people found out. They could hurt you. I would die if that happened." "That is a risk that I am willing to take," I cupped his face in my hands "I want to love you for the rest of my life." "Please don't ever leave me," he cried again. "I would give my life for you," I wiped his eyes for the second time, "and I will give my life to you." I carried my lover into the bedroom, undressed him, and took him to bed. I turned off the lights.and held him tightly as we both drifted to sleep.