Date: Sat, 20 Jan 2007 03:34:02 -0600 From: David J Subject: All Good Things -- Chapter 8 USUAL DISCLAIMER APPLIES! Any questions or comments can be directed to boricuaholandes@hotmail.com or you can join the yahoo group! ca.groups.yahoo.com/group/futurecanadiansgroup. I'm posting the chapters both on nifty and there, all you have to do is join! All Good Things Chapter 8 -- The Vacation/Part I As my second semester of grad school ended, it came as a relief. It had, in my entire academic career, been the single most stressful and unsettling time of my life. With my father's passing came the realization of my own mortality. It was almost as if his death had been a signal to me to live each day to the fullest. It said that I should appreciate those people and things that were around me for their true value to and purpose in the world. Having Tony eased the transition into the newest part of my life. He loved and supported me through everything during that time, and it is to him that I credit my survival, physically and emotionally. Those two months, our relationship grew to one that I'd always dreamed of having. As a treat to ourselves, Tony and I decided to take a trip. It would be nice to be away from Auburn and not have to be traveling because of a family emergency. Tony had tried to arrange permission to travel to Cuba, but was turned down, citing that he wasn't being fully supported in Cuba, despite the fact that I was the one who would be paying for the trip, in Canadian funds, from the money that I'd received at my father's death. As I tried to explain this to the lady in the US Treasury Department's Office of Foreign Assets Control, Tony wouldn't be responsible for a dime of the trip. She still wouldn't even offer advice on how to arrange the travel to Cuba. As a result, we were forced to choose a different location. Because of the similarities in climate and culture, we chose Puerto Rico. Tony could travel there without any restrictions, since Puerto Rico is a part of the United States. And since I'm Canadian and have the visa that I do, I didn't have to worry about travel there either. A month before our scheduled departure, Danny mentioned that he would like to go with us. Jane couldn't because of wedding plans and the pregnancy, plus she said that she hadn't been feeling very well anyway, at least not well enough to travel. Gui and Martín jumped at the idea, though. Once we knew who all was going, we discussed what it was that we wanted to do there. None of us wanted to be in San Juan, and so with Danny's help, we found a nice holiday rental on the western side of the island, complete with a small, but very private beach. The price was reasonable, and the plans were set. Three days before the flight, Tony and I found ourselves packing feverishly for the warm climate. There were enough swim trunks and shorts packed into the leather suitcases that we shouldn't be worried about not having enough clothes. We packed polos and t-shirts as well, because I'm sure that we'd be going to bars and other places where it might not be appropriate to show our bodies in most of their glory. The following morning, we packed everything into the car that I'd bought for myself after Tony taught me how to drive and headed toward Charlotte. We raced the sleek, black BMW 330ci convertible with grey leather interior and brushed aluminum trim north toward Tony's hometown. We were going to be staying with Gui at his apartment, since the two of us usually stayed with Nani when we went to Charlotte for a quick weekend visit. We'd probably be moving the party to her house, though, once Danny arrived the next day. Those plans weren't completely set, though. We drove through Atlanta and other cities along the way before coming to the Queen City, as the locals have named it. We found his apartment quickly, which wasn't far from where Val had lived before returning to Toronto when he husband found a job north of the border. Gui was more than happy to see us and showed us to our room. It was already fairly late in the day when we arrived in Charlotte so we packed into Gui's SUV and headed to Nani's to pick up Martín and head to dinner. The three of them were all excited, since this would be the first time in their adult lives that they'd taken a vacation together. Dinner was an interesting time. We ate at a nice Italian restaurant. I enjoyed their spicy take on traditional chicken cacciatore, while Tony feasted on a simple vegetable alfredo. Martín and Gui both enjoyed their plates of spaghetti, with Martín adding an order of meatballs to his. We had an espresso at the end of the meal, combined with a `healthy' serving tiramisù for dessert. Dinner was good, but we left the restaurant completely full, or as Gui put it, "fat and happy." Martín had to work the next day, so we dropped him off at Nani's a bit earlier than he normally would have stayed out. While we were there, Nani gave us all a good night kiss on the cheek before the remaining three of us left. Once back at Gui's, we started doing shots of tequila. "You know. It's good to have you guys over here for a change," Gui said as he prepared three shots. "It is nice. We can get drunk and pass out in the floor," Tony said. Gui gave him a look. "That only happened ONCE, and he won't let me live it down," he said to me as he passed the first of the shots. "What happened?" "Before we met, Gui and Martín came to Auburn and spent the night at my apartment. Gui drank so much tequila that he we was standing in one second, yawned, and then fell directly to the floor." "Thankfully you didn't have any neighbors below you to call the cops!" Gui joked as he raised his shot glass. "Here's to family," he said as we each took the shot of tequila. It almost burned as it went down my throat, but it felt good, and it quickly relaxed all three of us. "Otra chupita, por favor," Tony asked in broken Spanish. "Huh?" Gui said. Despite being Latino, he didn't speak a word of Spanish beyond the dirty words. It was kind of ironic that the whitest person in the room spoke better Spanish than the two Latinos. "How about another," he said as he pushed his glass over to Gui. "Alright," he said after he slightly shrugged his shoulders. He fixed another round for each of us and called for one of us to make a toast. "Here's the scantily clad hotties and sand," I said as we raised our glasses. "Thank God you didn't say men!" Gui joked, making Tony laugh hysterically. The second shot went down more smoothly than the first, and the relaxing effects seemed to be taking a better hold over both my body and mind. Two turned to three though, which turned to four. "Damn," Gui started after I started giggling uncontrollably from the liquor. "What's got your giggle box turned over?" "I don't know, eh!" I proclaimed, letting my `canuckness' flow freely under the influence of the José Cuervo. "See. Your boyfriend gets giggly, and I get horny as hell. Damn this is why I need a girlfriend." He and Tony both got a good laugh out of the comment. Before too long, we were ready for bed. Tony and I slept in Gui's room, which had a bigger bed, while he slept in the guest room, which only had a twin. He made us promise that we wouldn't have `butt love' on his sheets, but I don't think after the seventh shot of tequila that I was in any state to `function.' Tony and I slept quickly and didn't know the world was still spinning until the light of day forced me to realize my hangover was in fact the indicator that what had happened the night before wasn't just a bad dream that I never wanted to relive again. At 8:00, Danny called to say that he was leaving shortly from Toronto and that he would arrive around 11:00. I took three Aleve and showered as best I could under the intense pressure of the noise of the shower against my poor ear drums. Tony and Gui were still asleep when I got out, but I didn't want to wake either of them. By 10, though, I had to. I didn't know Charlotte well enough yet to get around without some help. Tony woke up without the slight sign of a hangover (which pissed me off to no end), and dressed quickly to go with me. We drove the BMW around the city until finally we came to the airport. I guess we arrived just as the flight did, because my brother was the first person off the plane. He smiled as he saw us and came quickly over to hug us. "How was the flight bro?" I asked as we pulled away from one another. "Sólo voy a decir eso. Me alegre que esté aquí. El vuelo fue horrible, pero por la mayor parte porque de unos hijos incontrolables." He stopped and smiled, "Por lo menos estoy aquí ahora, y estoy bien listo para nuestras vacaciones." (I'm only going to say this. I am happy to be here. The flight was horrible, but for the most part because of some uncontrollable kids. At least I'm here now, and I am more than ready for our vacation.) "Que bueno, hermanito," I said, smiling at my brother as we went to collect his bags. "How are you, Tony?" Danny asked, turning to my boyfriend. "I'm good, Danny," Tony said, grabbing Danny's suitcase from the turning belt at the baggage claim. We chatted the whole way back to Gui's apartment. Danny even managed to get a girl's phone number while stopped at a red light, using his arms to first get her attention and his smile to get her number. As the light changed, he promised that he would call her as soon as we got back from the trip. As he recounted this story to Gui and later Martín, they congratulated him on being able to get the hot girls, no matter where on the globe he was. By the evening, Nani was ready to fix dinner for her five boys, as she referred to us collectively. She asked me to help her in the kitchen while Tony helped Martín get packed and while Gui and Danny played a video game in the living room. Like boys, they found themselves competing for who was the best. Despite their age differences, they thought a lot a like. They had similar tastes in clothes, games, cars, and girls. They had similar dispositions. It was almost like they were the same person, with the exception that Gui had only recently become comfortable with being around gay people and Danny had been at that point for some time. Within an hour, dinner was ready. The six of us sat down and enjoyed a quiet meal of Southern treats that Nani had learned to make years before to please the palates of her own children, who had managed to quickly assimilate to the culture of the Southern US. We ate dinner quickly. As I looked around the table to find that all the other five people enjoying not only the food, but the company. I was so happy that my brother and Tony's brothers got along. It seemed almost as if the two of them considered Danny to be their own brother, and vice versa. Tony felt the same way, though. I could tell from the look in his beautiful blue eyes. It was good to see how well they got along. Our two families were seeming to seamlessly merge into one another, much to the compliment of our relationship itself. Gui and Danny agreed on so much, but had very spirited debates on such issues as which sport was better: football or hockey. Nani watched their banter as the discussion took place at her dinner table. They would make fun of each other's sport of choice. They would mock the players and the fans behind them, but in the end they agreed that as long as you had a passion for it, that's really all that mattered. By the end of the meal, the five of us refused to let Nani do any more. We each cleared the table of the dishes. Danny washed them; Gui rinsed them off; Martín was in charge of drying them. Tony and I made coffee for everyone. Nani had shown me in the past how to make a Cuban-style coffee, and was quite impressed when Tony and I got it right. She settled down for bed shortly thereafter, leaving the five of us to our own devices. Our brothers continued an Xbox game that Gui and Danny had started earlier, while Tony and I went out to the back patio. It was a beautiful evening, and our plans were going more smoothly than either of us had imagined. As we sat in the warm night air, Tony reached from his wrought iron chair over to mine and silently took my hand. He squeezed it lovingly, but said nothing. Instead he chose to look at me, with his head leaned against the back of the chair in which he was sitting. The noise of the boys in the living room finally faded as the only thing on either of our minds was each other. We stayed that way for a while, a length of time that I don't know. The doorbell rang. Tony and I looked at each other surprised. We looked into the living room to find that our brothers were also looking puzzled. I looked at my cell phone, which told me that it was a bit after 10. Martín got up and went to the front door of the house as Nani, dressed in a white robe with her black and gray hair looking like she'd just gotten up, walked into the living room. "Oh shit," Tony said as he looked in the living room. "What?" I asked, looking at him as he looked concerned. "My dad." I turned to look into the room quickly. Martín and Gui were obviously on the defensive, but trying to be polite. They introduced him to Danny, who graciously shook his hand and smiled, just as we'd been taught to do around people we'd just met and around whom we were supposed to be polite. Nani and he exchanged a few words with the three of our brothers present in the room. We watched closely, especially Tony. He was ready to pounce on the man who'd been evil to him since his coming out. He obviously asked where at least Tony was, as Gui and Danny both pointed toward the patio door. "Great," Tony said, very skeptical of his father's intentions. "Maybe it's OK," I said, optimistically, all the while keeping my guard up. "Puedo venir?" (Can I come out?) "Sí, papá," Tony answered. "Tu abuela me dijo que ha estado estudiando español. Me alegre de oír," he said politely. There was something in his voice that I couldn't quite put my finger on, but it was obvious that he was there for something in particular. It was almost that tone of voice when your friends or a loved one will come up to you and is about to apologize for something that both of you knew was wrong, but, on the other hand, I didn't believe that was his primary motive for coming over that evening. (Your grandmother told me that you have been studying Spanish.) "Sí. Jake está enseñando más que pudiera aprender en una clase jodida," he joked, making his father chuckle a little bit. He pointed to a third of the four chairs surrounding the heave wrought iron table covered with a glass top. Tony motioned for him to take a seat, which he did, almost graciously. Was he, in fact, here to gravel? (Yeah. Jake is teaching me more than I could have learned in a fucking class.) "Bueno. Supongo que éste hombre es Jake." "Sí. Soy yo," I answered, extending my arm to shake his hand, and not expecting the response that I got. He extended his hand to mine and shook, strongly. The man even smiled at me, something that I thought I would never see or experience in the duration of our relationship. "Mucho gusto," he said, sincerely. I looked into his eyes and I could tell that he was exactly like Tony. His eyes were richly, deeply blue. They were two small oceans that, like waves, lapped against the shore, which represented his mind. They were clear, and held no pretention. (Nice to meet you.) "Igualmente, señor Cisneros." (Likewise.) I smiled back at him and looked over at Tony. He knew his father's emotional state rested in his eyes, and could see that this was the man that had raised him to be the best person that he could be. The transaction, the exchanging of introductions, was a surprise to Tony, but one that he enjoyed immensely. "Antonio. Quisiera hablar contigo por un momentito, si está bien contigo," his father said. (I would like to talk to you for a moment, if that's OK with you.) "Sí papá. Está bien conmigo." "Do I need to go inside?" I asked in English. "No," Mr. Cisneros answered immediately before Tony could answer the same way. "This involves you too, Jake. So if you don't mind?" he said, motioning me to retake the seat that I'd vacated in expectance of their request for me to go inside and join the others, who were sitting in the living room, anxiously awaiting something to happen. "Alright," I said as I sat down and reached under the table for Tony's hand. It was there, waiting for me to take it. Since it was a glass table, there was no way that we could have hid the display of our affection from Mr. Cisneros. "Tony. When you came out to me..." he started before stopping to carefully choose his words, "When you came out to the family, I was devastated. I was hurt. I was confused." He held his head down, as if trying to muster the words to apologize to Tony, but not able to come up with the words that perfectly expressed what he was trying to say. "Your mother and I have been seeing a therapist. Once a week we go together and then each of us has a separate appointment every week. It's helping us to cope with the fact that our house, which was once filled with the love and laughter and bickering of three boys is now almost silent." "Uh huh..." Tony said, waiting for his father to say more. "And frankly, it's driving your mother and me mad. Last week, on your brother's birthday, we sat in the living room and ate TV dinners and watched a video of his third birthday party. It was filled with happy memories for both of us, but they were memories that we knew we'd never have again, because of the way that we'd acted. We lost our family in December, and I would understand why if we never have that again." In a move that was purely Danny, he slipped onto the patio with three cups of coffee, made in a regular style and placed in simple, white, heavy beakers. "I thought you guys might like something to drink," he said as he placed the three glasses on the table, along with creamer and sugar, two things that Nani drank in her coffee in the mornings. "Thank you, Dann-o," I said, looking at my brother. When he knew that Mr. Cisneros couldn't see me, he gave me a look, as if to ask if everything were OK, and I blinked once, to confirm that everything was progressing well. It was a code that we'd used almost our entire lives to ask something that couldn't be asked. He gave a happy look and walked back inside, pulling the three others there into the kitchen, away from our view for a few minutes. "Your brother is a very nice man," Mr. Cisneros said. "We like having him around, I suppose," I said, beaming with pride for my little brother and the finally honed busy-body techniques he'd picked up from our mother. "What I was saying though is that I would understand if our house remains silent," he started again, more emotionally than the first time. "But we don't want that to happen." We looked away, trying to regain his composure, but doing a very poor job of things. "We know that the five of you are going on a trip tomorrow, but when you get back, we would like to invite the two of you into our home for a couple of days, so that we can get to know Jake and that you can see, Tony, that we are trying our best to change our way of thinking about the whole situation." "Jake?" Tony asked, looking at me. I could see that he was hoping for an affirmative answer, but wouldn't have been surprised if I'd respectfully and politely declined. "That sounds good to me," I answered Tony. "I'd like to meet Mrs. Cisneros. I hear that she is a wonderful cook," I said to Mr. Cisneros. He seemed to beam with pride, just as I do when someone who meets him tells me what a kind a wonderful man he seems to be. "She is amazing in the kitchen," Mr. Cisneros said, having lost the insecurity of the moment before. He smiled at me, as if I'd said just the right thing to fall into at least his good graces. "Yeah. Mom makes the best empanadas," Tony said, smiling at me. "Maybe she can teach me how to make them," I said to Tony, but in a way that Mr. Cisneros would pick up that I genuinely wanted to make the experience a good one, for no one's sake but Tony's. "I'm sure that could be arranged," Mr. Cisneros said as he took a sip of coffee. "Did Mom know you were coming over here?" Tony asked. "With your mother, it is sometimes easier to get forgiveness than permission, but she will be happy," he said, smiling at Tony. Tony knew exactly what he meant by the phrase, chuckling a little. "Dad. I love you. I never stopped loving you." "I know. And we never stopped loving you, Toñito." His dad reached over the table and scruffed his hair. "Dad..." Tony protested fakely. From the look in his eyes and the smile on his face, this was a moment that he'd looked forward to having for a very long time. "Now I have to go. Your mother thinks I've gone out for ice cream," Mr. Cisneros said, smiling at his son. "How did you know we'd be here?" "I talked to your grandmother the day before yesterday." "Ahh..." Tony said, walking around the table to his father. He grabbed him and pulled him into a big hug. Mr. Cisneros wrapped his arms around his son and squeezed for dear life. Tony was facing me, and I couldn't help but notice the smile on his face. "OK. It is time to go," he said, reluctantly breaking the hug. "Jake," he said as I stood. "It is very nice to meet you face to face. Thank you for loving my son." "It's not that hard. He's a loveable person," I answered. I extended my hand to shake his again, but he pulled me into a hug that seemed almost as tight, but not as long as the one he'd given his son. He was hard and rough. He was muscular, but from a life of work rather than a life of working hard in a gym. We all said a final good-bye as he walked back through the house. Gui and Martín were standing in the entryway to the kitchen, prepared for something bad, but found it a relief when Mr. Cisneros reached up and hugged each of his sons as tightly as he'd hugged Tony. "That was unexpected," Tony said as we watched what was going on from the patio. "Yeah," I said. "He seems like a nice man, though." "He can be," Tony said. He smiled as he put his arm around my shoulder. As he left, the four of them came to the porch, including Nani, who stood in the doorway. It was a time for the brothers to come back together with their family. Nani was pleased. It was obvious. We retired happily a bit later, trying to sleep enough before our early flight in the morning. Tony and I went into the guest room at their house and climbed into bed. "Having a good night?" I asked as we turned down the white comforter that topped the old bed. "Yep. I am," he said, looking at me as he fluffed one of the pillows on his side of the bed. "You know. If we weren't in my grandmother's house, I would make mad love to you right now." "Really?" "Yeah. It would be so good, too." "Uh huh," I said as we climbed into the bed and snuggled into each other beneath the soft, white sheets. "Yeah. I would kiss you on the cheek, to start, of course." "Of course," I said, smiling as I looked at my boyfriend. "Then I would rub my hands all over your body." "Sounds good so far." "Then we'd kiss some...for a long time, because you have such luscious lips." "Yummy...sounds fun." "Oh yeah. Then I'd give you head so good that you'd cuss, which my grandmother wouldn't appreciate too much." I giggled a little bit. "Uh huh..." "And then you'd lay me on my back and shove your...HOT...ass on my throbbing penis and you'd move up and down on it until I couldn't take it anymore and shot my entire...hot...strong....creamy load up your ass." "Yeah." "And then you would lay on top of me, leaning down to kiss me on the lips." "Like this?" I asked, leaning in and giving him a quick peck on the lips. "Exactly like that," he said, lifting himself up and resting his head on his hand, shaking the finger on his other hand at me. "And then we would fall asleep in each others arms and dream sweetly through the night. He raised his hand as if to show the two of us flying off into the distance. "How would that sound?" "I think you made me cum a little bit in my underwear," I said as he reached down and felt the front of my boxers. There was a little precum spot in the front of my drawers from the hard on I'd earned as he recounted the story of what he would have done, had we not been in his grandmother's house. As I fell asleep that night, I couldn't help but remember the looks that Tony had given that evening. It went from happiness to fright upon seeing his father. From there, it went to pure elation upon finding out why his father had come that evening. Then there was love for his parents again. That look had never left him; he'd always loved them, but thought they were acting rudely and callously toward him. Then there was love for me, which was completely different. It was more of a sparkle. Then there was the horny look. It was the sparkle, backed by pure, raw energy and almost a hunger for the carnality of the physical aspects of our relationship. I dreamt very vividly that night. It was almost as if the situation were real and that I was taking part in the original action. Though I can't recount that dream now, I can tell you that it was hot. I woke up breathing heavily, but in a happy way, if you know what I mean. The sun was barely up, but was shining through the room just enough to let me look into Tony's radiant face. For the trip, he'd straightened his hair, and it didn't look bad on him. It was cut in a very frat-tastic, gay frat-tastic that is. It hung very well on his head and almost never seemed out of shape. All his grandmother could say though was, "eh...it's different." When I finally summoned enough energy to look on the clock that was placed on the table opposite Tony's side of the bed, I realized that I must still be on school time, since it was almost six in the morning. I lay my head back onto the soft, white pillow and looked at Tony for a bit more. I'm not weird or psycho or anything, but there seemed to be something so sweet, so attractive about the way that he slept. I never got tired of seeing his face in that state. I always seemed to notice something new about him. For example, this particular instance, I noticed a small scar just below his hairline. `I must ask him about that later,' I thought to myself as he smiled. That must have been some dream, because I certainly did feel his hard boner poking into my leg. I wanted to wake him up with a morning blow job, but I knew that I shouldn't, partly because we were still his grandmother's house. We wouldn't be later that night, I thought to myself as I, for a moment, had a vision of the love that we could make on the beach in Puerto Rico. Shortly after that, though, Tony began to stir. He pulled his dick away from my leg (which really disappointed me, since he couldn't stick it in other places). He began to smile more deeply. "You know," he started groggily, "one day, I'm going to wake up before you and just lie there and watch you sleep." "Maybe one day," I joked, happy in the knowledge that he loved me for me. "I think it's cute, though," he added as he opened his eyes, "it's adorable." "So what's with the scar on your forehead?" I asked, giggling as I thought about the place I'd noticed earlier. "Where?" "Here," I answered, gently placing my finger over the spot. "OH! That is a chicken pox scar from when I was little." "Oh. OK." "I was just making sure you were OK." "Thank you, babe," he said, puckering his lips as if he wanted a kiss. `I could tease him,' I thought, `or I could kiss him like I mean it. Which do I do?' Of course I chose to kiss him; it was truly the only thing that I could have done. Teasing him only makes ME want it more and more. He knows I'll give it up eventually. I did take the opportunity to pull him closer to me, wrapping my free arm around his waist and practically shoving him into me. "I think someone's happy to see me this morning." "I could say the same thing." "You so sweet," he winked at me. "You ready for the big trip?" "I certainly am. I was wondering something though." "What is that?" "If it's kind of a secluded beach, let's take a sheet out to the sand and make mad passionate sex." "Oh Tony. That's a great idea. I'm glad you came up with it. Beach sex can be fun." "Have you done it before?" "Once or twice." "Oh..." he almost looked dejected by my statement. "But..." "Yes?" "I've never done it with someone that I was truly, madly, deeply, totally, and undeniably in love with." "Very good save," he said, laughing. "You two queers woke me up," Danny said as he groggily walked into the bedroom. Like a good straight boy, he scratched his head and his but simultaneously. "I'm sorry Danny," Tony said. "We didn't mean to." "Just don't let it happen on the trip," he warned. "I might have a girl over that likes to sleep late or something." "Or three, or four..." I joked. Danny smiled as if he were thinking about something. "Three girls at once. What an amazing time that would be." "If you have three girls over, Danny," Gui said as he invaded our private moment, "you better fucking share." "Gui," Danny said matter-of-factly, "if I can get three girls. I know that you can. You're probably like the babe magnet around Charlotte. I bet every girl knows your name." "Yeah. And I'm in their cell phones as `DO NOT ANSWER' or `PSYCHO'!" Gui joked. "Probably so...but at least they all know who you are," Danny joked, not intending to make a funny out of Gui's plight. Gui laughed it off, though, and wrapped his arm around Danny's shoulder. "For real, though. If you don't share, I'm gonna kick your ass," he joked back. "Like I'm scare of YOUR punk ass," Danny said with a smile wiped across his face. "I've been having a good time with the ladies since before you were born." "Ten years old, eh. That is impressive." Gui made like he was popping the collar of his shirt, and grinned, like a straight guy would. "I had that effect on the ladies when I was that young." "Gui. Mom and Nani don't count!" Tony jabbed, getting an evil look from Gui and a half giggle from Danny. "You evil bitch." "He's not evil!" Danny and I said at the same time. The four of us laughed, which managed to wake Martín. He stuck his tongue out at all of us and walked right back out of the room, getting another chuckle. Before long, we were all awake, including Nani, eating breakfast. It was just a short time from then that we'd be leaving for the airport to go to Puerto Rico. By noon, we were at the airport. Danny and I presented our passports to the security personnel before meeting Tony, Martín, and Gui just outside the gate. We loaded the plane. Because of the way the tickets were purchased, Tony and I were the only two seated next to each other. The other three of them were scattered around the plane. Gui was flanked by two very attractive women. He seemed to be in heaven as they joked and flirted with them. Danny quietly sat next to an older man who was reading a news paper. Danny turned on his iPod as the plane took off and slowly lost himself in a world surrounded by his favorite bands and music. Martín looked distracted as he sat next to the window, looking out onto the world beyond. Tony was of course smiling, as he took my hand and held on to it gently. The flight wasn't very long though, and Tony and I, as well as the other three of them, found ourselves excited to be on this beautiful island paradise. When the plane came to a stop, everyone but the five of us and Gui's two adorable ladies rushed from the plane. Tony didn't seem to mind that we were waiting for a second, to avoid the rush that would be happening outside the gate. When we did finally get off the silver capsule that had flown us over the ocean to our vacation, the steward wished us a happy trip and directed us to the baggage claim, which was in a different place in Luís Marín Muñoz International Airport in San Juan. We picked up the car and were off to our paradise on the western side of the island. We were all very nervous when we finally got onto the road. It seemed as though Puerto Rican drivers were far worse than Toronto drivers, but once we were out of the city, things seemed to settle down, either that or we were becoming accustomed to the mode of driving on this former Spanish colony. We drove along the northern coast to reach our destination, passing through cities like Arecibo and Aguadilla. Then we turned onto the `Número Dos' as the locals called it, into the city of Mayagüez. We finally found the house in a neighborhood called `Miramar,' situated on a street with beautiful houses, influenced by the American style of comfort and luxury. When we came to the house we were looking for, our jaws dropped. "Jake, estás seguro que ésta sea la casa?" Danny asked, slipping momentarily into Spanish. (Are you sure that this is the house.) "Sí, es la dirrección que la mujer me mandó por email." (This is the address that she emailed me.) The house was amazing. It had three visible floors, each had a balcony attached to it. It was a solid white house, with a grassy, perfectly landscaped front yard. As we piled out of the car, we looked amazingly at the house. She had left very detailed instructions about where to find the key, and as soon as we did went inside the amazing house. The living room was huge, with two sofas surrounding a large coffee table and an entertainment system that made the straight men drool. I was more concerned with the kitchen, which was very finely detailed. All of the appliances were silver, with a huge refrigerator already stocked with several different kinds of beer. The table was large enough to seat eight people comfortably and sat in front of a panoramic window with an amazing view of the beach. There was a note on the table, addressed to me. "Mr. Henry," the note started, "Bienvenido a Puerto Rico. I wanted to thank you for choosing our house to stay in. You are welcome to use any of the four bedrooms on the ground or second floor, but we ask that the top floor not be disturbed. Our personal belongings have been placed there, and to protect you and your guests, we've locked those doors using a separate key. Other than that, please enjoy the house and the beer that we've placed there for you guys. One last thing...if you take a sheet to the beach, please use the blue ones. Thanks again, and have fun! –Gilda" We found ourselves divvying the rooms as the next step. Three of the bedrooms had double beds, and one had a queen size bed. Tony and I requested, since we were sharing a room, that we have the queen size, a request that the other three agreed to. Within just a bit, we had decided which room was whose and set out to explore the house and the beach. We were all truly amazed by the clear waters of the Caribbean as they lapped against the shore of white sand. Gui, Martín, and Danny ran directly to the water, shedding themselves of their t-shirts before beginning to splash each other. Tony and I spread a sheet that we'd grabbed on the beach and sat there as the gentle breeze blew our hair in random directions. Tony looked out, over the sea. "Whatcha thinkin?" I asked as I looked at him. "I was just thinking about how nice this place is. I've been to Florida a million times, but this is so different," he said as he pulled his legs up to his chest. "It is. It reminds me of Cuba, at least the Southern coast." "I wish we could have gone there, but I understand." "I don't. The US had relations with the Soviet Union, and has relations with China and even Vietnam, but not Cuba," I added, thinking like a Canadian about how ignorant an embargo of Cuba actually was. It didn't hurt any country but the US by depriving two generations of the cultural richness of what was, at one point, the most important of all the Caribbean islands. "Good point, babe," he responded. "You know what makes this the best trip ever?" "What?" He removed one arm from around his legs and wrapped it around my shoulder, pulling him close into me. "Having you and our brothers here." "It is nice." "I want to make love to you out here so bad right now." "I understand, Toño." The brothers continued to play in the water, splashing and laughing at one another. At one point, Martín and Danny ganged up on Gui, dunking him in the clear waters. They got along really well, which was an amazing sight to behold, really. The sound of laughing in the distance. The pitch and sound, of course, caught the straight boys as the three girls walked closer to us. Two blonds and one brunette, each dressed in bikinis with a sheer shawl wrapped around their waists. "Whoa," Martín audibly whispered as the girls moved closer. "Damn right, little brother," Gui said as the three of them stood in the water to check out the views coming toward them. Danny seemed awestruck by their beauty. As the girls walked passed Tony and me, the brunette turned and looked at the three boys in the water. "My name's Gui," the older Cisneros boy called out at the girl. "María," she responded. "You're beautiful." She smiled as she knew that she'd latched her hooks into the older Cisneros boy. They continued to walk down the beach. "She should be my wife," Gui said as he came out of the water and walked over toward us. He kept his eyes on the beauty's backside as she seemed to wiggle it for his benefit. "She's cute, bro," Tony said. "Cute doesn't begin to describe it," Gui said, finally turning to us. He grabbed a towel and sat on the sheet next to us, wiping his head. "Damn." he said, catching a view of her in the slight distance. "Maybe they'll walk back this way in just a minute." The other boys climbed out of the water in a second, in just enough time to catch the girls walking back. "Hey María," Gui said. "Hey Gui. Have fun in the water?" she asked as they stopped for a second. "Yeah. Being around the water is always fun." Gui was trying to act suave and manly, but a definite lack of confidence was shining through. "Yes," she said agreeing with him. The two blonds looked at her and smiled. There was an odd connection between the two of them. "Hey, this is my sister Carla," pointing to the blond on her right. "And this is Talia," she said pointing to the girl on her left. Each of them raised their hands and waved at the group. "This is my little brother Martín and our friend Danny," he said, pointing the young ones as they stood above us. "And this is my brother Tony and his boyfriend Jake, Danny's brother." "It's nice to meet you all," María said, smiling. "Likewise," I said looking up at her. "So where are you from?" María asked. Gui stood up and wiped the sand off of him. "We're from North Carolina," Gui answered, smiling at María. "And we're from Canada," Danny said, raising his muscular arms above his head with a certain pride that was purely Canuck. "La tierra de hockey y mounties," Talia stated as she put her eyes on my brother. "Claro, mami." "Hablas español?" "Sí. Nací en Cuba," Danny said. "Qué bueno! Eres latino?" "No. Ellos son, pero yo no. Mi padre fue diplomático." "Ahh...OK. Explica el accento," Talia said, winking at Danny. "So. Would you guys like to come up for a beer or something?" Gui offered. "Not right now. We have to get back to where we're staying, but if the invitation is still open for later..." María said, looking at Tony's brother and smiling. "Yeah. It's open," Gui smiled. "You guys are staying here?" Carla asked, looking up at the house. "Yeah," Martín answered, not letting the opportunity slip to talk to the hot chick that hadn't seemed to latch onto anyone yet. "Cool..." she answered. "Alright," Talia said. "We've got to get going, but it was nice to meet all of you. We'll see you guys later this evening." The boys and girls waved one last time at each other before they headed back down the beach. The boys' eyes seemed fixed on the view. Tony and I looked at each other and began to quietly giggle at our brothers. "What's so funny?" Gui said as he looked at us. "You finally picked up a chick without my help!" Tony answered. He stood up quickly and began running the opposite direction as fast as he could. Gui followed, swearing to catch him and kick his butt. It was so funny to see them in that state, laughing and carrying on. Before long, we headed back up to the house. The brothers showered quickly and we headed to the store to get some things to grill for that evening's meal. Steaks, vegetables, anything that could be cooked on the grill was purchased and brought back to the house. The girls joined us a bit later, bubbly and sweet as they had been at the beach earlier in the day. The evening went swimmingly. The brothers chatted up the girls as Tony and I worked on getting some food ready. All in all, it was a wonderful evening. About 11, the girls asked Gui, Martín, and Danny to walk them home. An hour and a half later, they returned. "What took y'all so long?" "We were just having a good time," Gui answered, with a mischievous grin on his face. "Uh huh. That's all it was. Carla is such a nice girl," Danny said. "And Talia is smart and funny," Martín answered. Could it be that all three of them were smitten for a girl on the first day of our trip? Martín and Danny headed up to bed a bit later, but it seemed as though Gui had something on his mind. He sat quietly on the couch opposite where Tony and I had sat to cuddle and watch something on TV. "Do you guys believe in love at first sight?" he asked after a moment of silence. "Yep," I answered without thinking. Tony nodded his head at his brother. "I don't know that it's love, but she is so sweet and so smart. She's working on a degree in Chemistry, of all things." "Uh huh..." Tony answered. "And guess where she's in school at..." "Where?" "Chapel Hill." "Really???" Tony asked, very surprised. "Yeah. Her family is from here, but she goes to Chapel Hill. How ironic is that?" "That's an interesting thing, Gui," I said. "Yeah. Very interesting." Gui told us more about this girl for some time. At 2, Tony woke me up and told me to get in the bed that he would be up there in a bit. As I climbed the stairs, I listened to Gui continue to tell stories about this girl, a girl that he'd met less than 12 hours before. I feel asleep quickly. The pillow was soft, as were the sheets. The open window let a cool breeze and the quiet sounds of the ocean escape into the room. I don't know what time it was when Tony finally came into the room, but he wasn't in a mood to sleep. He sat on the bed beside me and leaned down to kiss me on the forehead. "Babe. I have a blue sheet. Want to go out to the beach?" I smiled but didn't opened my eyes. "What were you thinking of, Mr. Cisneros." "I was thinking we could go out to the beach, since there's nobody else out there." "Just to watch the night sky?" "We could do that if you wanted to, but I was thinking of something else." "Uh huh?" I said, finally opening my eyes "What I was thinking of also involves this," he said, holding up a bottle of lube. "Dirty boy!" I joked as I sat up. He kissed me on the lips. "Damn. You're horny, aren't you?" "Yeah....just a little bit." He slipped his hand under the covers and felt the hard-on that had been growing in my boxers. He slipped his hand through the opening and stroked my hard dick a couple of times. "What you say?" "Let's go," I said, throwing the covers back as Tony took his hand out of my boxers. We slipped downstairs, leaving a light on in the kitchen as we walked down to the beach. Tony laid out the sheet as I stood there and watched, yawning. When it was perfect, he walked over to me and pulled me closely into him. He kissed me deeply. He pulled me over to the sheet and set me down gently. As I lay down onto my back to watch the night stars, he lay down beside me. "You are so beautiful." "I'm not beautiful, Tony." "Yes you are. You're sweet, smart, funny, romantic, a good cook, and have a nice dick." "OK. I'll give you that last part." I quickly looked over to see him smiling before returning my gaze the black sky, speckled by the clear, crisp, stars in the far distance. I pulled my arms behind my head, letting the wind run through my underarm hair. He leaned down and kissed the backside of my arm. He ran his tongue through my the sparse hair. It tickled. He moved his tongue around and kissed my pecs. He continued to kiss, around to my nipples. He kissed a bit, flicked it with his tongue, before sucking gently. "God that feels good." "Does it?" "Yeah." "Tell me." "It sends a sensation...all over...my body," I said as he continued. "Good." He moved his hand to my abs and explored. Gently, he made circles, using the tips of his fingers. "I want to make love with you," he said, as the waves washed against the shore. He stood up for a second and pulled his khaki shorts and underwear and let them hit the ground. He'd come out without a t-shirt on, and so before me he stood, completely naked. Lying back down, "May I?" "You may, gorgeous." He kissed my lips gently as he reached over and grabbed the lube from the edge of the sheet. "Take your shorts off, babe." I lifted my legs and hips and removed my boxers, using my feet to kick them off of my body. My erect penis twitched in the wind. He opened the bottle of lube and squeezed a little bit on his hand. He wiped it all over my penis, stroking the shaft a few times to lube it up good. "So we're not going to do the foreplay thing?" "I'm so horny Jake, I just want to get straight to it, if that's OK." "Whatever you want babe." He squeezed the bottle of lube once more and reached around to wipe some on his asshole. "Aiight," he said before getting onto his knees. He put one leg over my hips and sat down onto the head of my penis. He reached back and adjusted my penis so that it would go directly into his ass. We were both very quiet, not wanting to wake anyone that might be in one of the neighboring houses. "This feels good, babe." "Yeah...it does babe." He began to move up and down on the shaft of my penis. Slowly, gently, rhythmically he brought me closer and closer to climax. He leaned on top of me and kissed my lips. He continued to rock his hips on my dick as our lips locked together. I pulled them apart for a second. "I'm gonna cum, babe." "That's fine..." he said, returning to my lips. I was forced to break as I felt myself unable to hold back unleashing a flood of my sperm went into his anal cavity. I moaned and groaned as I went up in the orgasm and then came back down. As I came down I felt something warm on my chest. "There is a first time for everything, babe." "What happened?" "Right as you started to cum, I did too. You were hitting my prostate just right." "Wow." "That's what I thought," he said as he began to smile. I felt myself going soft still inside him. I slipped out in a moment, with him still leaned over kissing me as our bodies moved his cum between our chests. We got up and washed off in the cool waters of the Caribbean. When we got back to the towel, we quickly pulled our clothes on, the sun was beginning to rear its head over the eastern horizon. We walked back up to the house, hand in hand with the lube in my free hand and the sheet in his. We climbed each of the stairs to the back porch. Before long, we were in the bedroom, fast asleep.