Date: Wed, 14 Jun 2017 22:03:20 +0000 (UTC) From: Craig Subject: Los Gallos Resort - Chapter 17 Author's notes: The last chapter was written in third person, with this chapter I am returning to first person from Jason's point of view. This chapter picks up where the last one left off, with Jason sharing his bed with Jake, Mark and Benjamin. This chapter gets back to the bond that is forming between Jason and young Benjamin. This chapter definitely has a softer / sweeter side, which a lot of you liked – judging from the feedback I got from the `first' Benjamin chapter. As you will tell reading this chapter, Jason and Jake will soon be leaving Los Gallos which will mean this series will be coming to an end. Fret not, I have a couple ideas for spinoffs (one of which will be obvious from this chapter). And I also could see a Los Gallos – Season 2 at some point. As always, your feedback is much appreciated. It's nice to know someone is reading my drivel, and that at least a few of you enjoy it. Submit feedback to me via craigpnifty@protonmail.com And finally don't forget to support nifty with a few dollars! Chapter 17 – Benjamin, Part II I awoke the next morning thanks to Jake's knee poking me in my bare ass. A glanced at the clock which showed it was just after 6:00 am. The first rays of the morning sun were finding their way into our room where the curtain failed to cover the last foot of the patio door. I had just enough light to be able to make out the three boys with whom I was sharing our king size bed. Jake was on his side, facing me and had curled up to my side. Cuddled up to him in the same pose was Benjamin, his arm draped over Jake's torso. Mark was on the end, a bit away from Benjamin, lying on his stomach, facing the wall. Watching the boys sleep warmed me from within with content. Over the course of the past three weeks, I had bonded with all three of them on various levels. Jake and I were tighter than we had ever been. Adding sex to our father-son relationship had strengthened our love to a whole new level. I'll never forget our first night at the resort when I slid my cock into my son's tight ass for the first time, and how close I felt to him at that moment, and ever since. Mark and I had become good friends too, though quite a bit of the bond with him was based on sex. I recalled the night way back on our third day at the resort when Mark rode my hard daddy cock while Jake was riding Dave's. With Benjamin it had been the total opposite, there had been no sex play with him at all, just friendship. I felt that I had been a bit of a guardian angel to Benjamin since meeting him on the excursion several days ago. Being able to be a surrogate father to him made me feel very happy. As I continued looking over these three cherubs, I thought to myself about the nature of boy love. Here I was, lying naked in bed with three naked boys, and I hadn't even thought of sex since waking. Obviously it wasn't all about sex. I thought to myself that the bonds and friendships that I had developed with these three were so special, and meant much more to me than sex ever could. Don't get me wrong, the sex was fun too, but I would trade that in a heartbeat to maintain the special bonds that had been formed. As I continued my personal introspection on the nature of boy love, Jake's eyes squinted open and he murmured, "Papi" as he reached over my side and pulled me towards him. I planted a gentle kiss on his forehead. "Sleep my boy," I whispered. I knew they had been up pretty late. As Jake returned to slumber, I slipped out of bed and made my way to the bathroom to empty my bladder. It was our last full day at Los Gallos. Our flight left late the next afternoon. As I returned to the room, I thought I better get started on packing and maybe catching up on my work emails. I put on a pot of coffee and retrieved my laptop from my computer case. As the laptop was booting up, I found Jake's rolling bag and began carefully filling it with our dirty clothes from the bottom dresser drawer. Considering how long we had been at the resort, the amount of dirty clothes was minimal. Most days we were just our swim trunks and the clothes we wore at night were able to be worn multiple times before actually getting dirty. I alternated between tasks: Folding dirty clothes, getting the computer up and running, sipping coffee. I had finished the clothes and was heading back to grab the laptop when I glanced over at the boys. In the middle of the bed, Benjamin had propped himself up on his elbow. It was clear he was wide awake and had been watching me. It was then that I realized I was still naked, something I had typically avoided around Benjamin. As my gaze met his, he gave me a big grin and a gentle wave. I mouthed good morning to him. Then I took my laptop and a cup of coffee out to the patio to work on my emails. ^^^^^^^^^ I had been outside about 10 minutes, just long enough to blow through the junk emails that needed little attention, when I heard the patio door slide open. Benjamin stepped outside with his own cup of coffee, much like he had done the morning after we first met. This time though, he hadn't bothered putting clothes on. He set his cup down on the table and came to me, giving me a brief hug from the side and a peck on the cheek. "Bon matin," he said. Over the past several days he gone from calling me the formal Monsieur Young, to Jason, and now he had recently starting calling me Papa Jason. "Well good morning to you too naked boy," I replied with a chuckle, returning his hug. "I'm sorry about that, I forgot to bring clean underwear last night," said Benjamin. "You're not...mad...are you," he stammered. "Mad? About you being naked? Nah of course not," I said as he stepped back. This gave me the chance to actually get a good look at the cock I had fondled last night as Benjamin slept. His penis was small, but cute. Totally soft and about 2", it rested on a smooth set of balls which hung slightly from his body. A few sparse hairs sprouted from the base of his penis. Though he was 3 years older than Jake, he actually had a very similar set of genitals, at least as far as dimensions went. "You've never seen me naked before, have you Papa Jason," he asked, taking notice of my focus on his crotch. "Um...No, I hadn't. You have a beautiful body Benjamin, you shouldn't hide it so often," I said with a grin. "Hope you didn't mind my nakedness as I was picking things up this morning. I didn't think you would wake up so early. I thought you guys had a long day and night." "Merci, papa. It's ok, I kinda liked looking at you," he said sitting back down in the other chair. He was quiet for some time, sipping at his coffee as I returned my attention back to my emails. Then, quietly with some obvious apprehension, he asked "You and Jake live in Seattle, right?" "Correct," I replied as I continued thumbing through emails. A few seconds later: "Is Seattle very close to Las Vegas?" he asked. "Hmmm not really," I replied, my focus still mostly on my work email. "Probably a 15 hour drive, at least. Don't really know for sure bud, never been there." Several seconds of quiet passed. Then it dawned on me what an odd question this was. Pulling down my laptop screen down halfway, I returned my attention to Benjamin. "Why did you want to know that Benjamin?" "Oh nothing. I was just, ...just... curious," he said, lowering his head, his volume tailing off as he finished the sentence. Clearly he didn't get the answer he wanted. I could see it in his face. An obvious sadness had overcome him. I closed the laptop and set it on the tile patio floor. I slid out of my chair and, on my knees, I shuffled over to him. I took one of his hands into mine. My other hand stroked his bare thigh. "What's up Benjamin, talk to me please," I told him. He just shook his head emphatically, his eyes remaining closed. I could tell sobs were welling up from within him. My free hand found his chin and gently pulled it upwards. "C'mon Ben, talk to me." Tears began slowly rolling down his cheeks. I let go of his hand and reached under both his arms, picking him up into an embrace. I sat back down in his chair with him now in my lap, hugging him gently. "What is it Ben, please. Please talk to me. I can't help you if you don't tell me what's going on," I whispered gently. "I'm going ...to miss... you guys ... so...much," he said, as his sobs erupted. I hugged him tight and rocked gently. "I know baby boy, I know," I said. "I feel the same way Benjamin. " His sadness was contagious, as now tears were now forming in my own eyes. "Now look what you did, you have me crying too." "Sorry," he said, reaching up and wiping a tear from my cheek. I hugged him tight. "But I don't get the deal with Las Vegas, Benjamin." He took a few seconds to quell his sobs before answering. "Well, you see," he began. "My dad is taking Pierre and me to Las Vegas when we leave here for a couple weeks before we go back to Paris. There's a dad there he wants to meet up to fool around with. Him and his sons I mean. They are supposed to take us camping at some lake or something for a week. And...well... I don't really wanna do that. I just thought maybe if it wasn't far, I could maybe come stay with you Jake until we go back home." The truth was I had spent the last several days thinking about Benjamin and the messed up relationship he had with his father and brother. His mom had ran off to the far east with a rich banker and his dad and brother were so engrossed in sports and sex that Benjamin got little attention from either. I had been worrying about how he would get on the last few days at the resort without us – he had spent almost every waking hour in our company since we met on the excursion several days ago. I didn't know they were detouring through the US on the way back. I had talked with him enough to know he had a couple close friends back home in France. I assumed once he got home, he'd engross himself in his art and between that and his friends, he'd be ok. Las Vegas though, with another pervy family that might be pressuring him into sex? I could see where that would NOT be his scene. "So you thought 15 hours was too far to drive to help out a good friend," I asked him. "Well, yeah," he replied. "I mean, I couldn't ask you to do that Papa Jason. I thought it was much closer. I mean they are both in the west and all." "Yeah well the USA is kind of huge like that. Everything is further than it seems," I said. I continued to hold him as I thought about his dilemma. I needed to get back to work and get caught up. But god damn it, this boy also needed my help. As I looked into his face, I knew there was no way I could so no to him. Work be damned. "When do you leave again?" I asked him. "Saturday morning. Two days after you," he replied. I thought to myself... that gives you a couple days to get back and get things squared away at work. Flying on such short notice would be outrageously expensive. We'd have to drive it. I'd be tired, but at most I'd miss a couple days the next week. It's insane. Crazy. Nobody in their right mind would go this far out of their way for someone they didn't know 11 days ago. Apparently I am not sane. "Benjamin," I said to him, "do you think you could get along for a day or two in Vegas... I mean... before Jake and I could get there?" "Huh, what? You mean you'd really drive that far? for me?" he asked, looking up to me. "It seems kind of crazy to me but, yeah, I think I would. We could probably get a cheap enough airline ticket to fly you back hopefully. I'll have to make sure it's ok with Jake of course. And we'd have to make arrangements with your dad." "Jake knows. He's been wanting to ask you about this for a couple days but the time hasn't been good. I don't know what my dad will say though," Benjamin said. The thought of getting his dad's approval clearly brought back his sadness. "Well, let me take care of the talk with your dad, ok?" I replied, giving him a big hug. "Ok, Papa Jason," he said returning the hug. "You're the best! You've done more for me that you can possibly know," he continued as he snuggled up to me further, nestling his head on my shoulder. We were enjoying our embrace when the door slid open, and out stepped Jake wearing a long t-shirt and boxer briefs. "There you are B, I thought maybe you left already. What's going on out here," he said quizzically, noticing both of us were still naked. Benjamin got excited as he began to speak. "He said yes Jake, he said yes to coming to Las Vegas!" "Omg dad, really. He asked you already, I told him there was probably no way," Jake said excitedly. Jake lept onto us, joining us in a group hug. "Well, I guess I know where Jake stands on this idea," I said. "It's seems crazy and totally impulsive, but something about it just seems so right, Jake. It's a long boring drive, but I'm thinking we can make a little vacation out of the drive, stopping at a few sights along the way back." "This is so awesome," said Jake. "It will be so fun to have Benjamin back in Seattle with us." "Well, we do have to clear this with his dad still, so don't count your chickens before they hatch just yet boys," I told them. Benjamin climbed off my lap, announcing, "I am going to go tell Mark!" This left me alone with Jake. "You sure you're ok with this Jake? You won't mind Benjamin taking some of my attention away when we're back home? I don't want you getting jealous on me." "Nah dad, I love B, it's cool. He'll be fun. It will be good to have someone to hang out with during the day while you're at work. And you won't have to have Mrs. Livingston watch me either now since I won't be alone." "True. True," I replied. "Are you hungry Dad, can we go get some breakfast soon?" "Sure, why don't you round up your friends and get some clothes on so we can get in the buffet. I am going to finish reading a couple emails. I'll be along in a minute." Jake gave me one final hug and a kiss before bouncing back inside, obviously still excited about Benjamin's potential visit. As I returned to my laptop, I thought to myself, "What the fuck have you gotten yourself into Jason Young." ^^^^^^^^^^^^^ The morning progressed uneventfully. I finished up my email review, got dressed and got the boys corralled to the breakfast buffet. We found a large table and enjoyed breakfast with the Murphy's. At one point, while the boys were all refilling their plates, James gave us a quick recap of his intense love making session with the twins. It sounded totally amazing, and it reminded me how much I wanted to try James' big daddy cock in my own ass. One funny thing happened at breakfast. Father Rodrigo came in with Eduardo and Peter, who both were walking a little gingerly, scratching at their cracks. Now it was obvious to James, Dave and I that Father Rodrigo had given the young Mexicans a healthy dose of his priestly cock once he got them back to his room, leaving them a bit sore. But the twins had a different take. They thought THEY were the reason the boys were walking gingerly. As the twins gloated about how their `big' 12 year old cocks must have really done a number on Eduardo and Rodrigo, the adults at the table gave each other knowing nods. We let the twins revel in their cherry-popping glory. There was no reason to ruin their pride. After breakfast I set off to find Yves, Benjamin's father. As much as I loathed the man for how he ignored Benjamin, there was no way to get around the need to talk to him about the whole Vegas thing. I found him and Pierre down on the beach. I won't bore you with the details, but the conversation went surprisingly well. He actually was appreciative of Dave and I for taking Benjamin under our wings the past several days. He too had noticed how much happier his son had been. I took the opportunity to try to impress upon him that he needed to work on appreciating the things that were important to Benjamin once they finally returned home. He seemed sincere in admitting he needed to be a better father to Benjamin. The key thing was that he was totally willing to let Benjamin stay with us for a couple weeks while they hung out in and around Vegas. Benjamin came up as we were ending the conversation, and when Yves and I told him the plan was a go, he gave his dad and I a huge hug and ran off to find Jake to tell him the good news. The plan I made with Yves involved us meeting him in Las Vegas on Monday morning. Jake and I would get home late Thursday. I would spend a long day Friday at work while my neighbor, Mrs Livingston, kept an eye on Jake. I'd probably work from home some on Saturday and we would leave for Vegas on Saturday night. We get a few hours down the road before crashing for the night. We'd either roll into Vegas very late on Sunday or crash a few hours just outside of town. I didn't have a solid plan for the return trip, but I figured we might spend a few hours checking out the Vegas strip and Hoover dam before heading back on the road. I had tentatively thought about a few places we could stop on the return trip. I figured if I did a couple hours work each morning while the boys slept, maybe we could zig zag up the coast over several days, taking in a few sites along the way. Yosemite? San Fran? Tahoe? I didn't know for sure, but figured we could play it by ear. I spent most of the day by the pool on my laptop, trying to catch up as much as possible with work stuff. Every time the boys would come around, Benjamin would give me a big hug and thank me again for coming to Vegas to get him. He couldn't stop thanking me. Watching him beam with excitement reassured me that this crazy scheme was the right thing to be doing. My work and thoughts of Benjamin pretty much distracted me from sex for the day. I had originally hoped to try to take James Murphy's big cock up my ass sometime that day, but I had really lost interest. Even the contest that day – a milking contest where three boys were hooked up to a jack off sleeve machine of sorts while a dildo filled their ass, only mildly captured my interest. (And that was largely because Will was in the contest and his screams from the recurring orgasms reminded me of the time I blew him to orgasm on the bus ride to the ruins). Will won the contest by the way, delivering the most cum in 20 minutes. One of the other boys had to bow out after his first ejaculation, his cock too sensitive to take any more stimulation after cumming just once. As the afternoon wore on, the boys were ready to get out of the sun and went back to Mark's room to hang out and play video games. Dave and I were cool enough under our umbrellas so we stayed at the pool. A large group of us had plans to eat together at 6:00, when the buffet opened. We told the boys we would just meet them at the buffet and to wear something kind of nice, since it was our last night. We didn't have plans for after dinner, but I had secretly I hoped to maybe get some sexy time with Mark or the Murphy twins before we left. The idea of a giant orgy with all of us had crossed my mind a few times too. Though, in my current non-horny state this didn't seem as much a priority any more. About 5:00, the three boys came by the pool on the way to the game room. They had all showered (likely together) and were dressed neatly in nicer shorts and polo shirts. I must admit they all looked quite handsome. Dave had been in and out during the afternoon himself, I am not sure where, my attention focused on clearing out as much work as possible. I decided I better be getting myself ready for dinner as well. I told Dave I was heading up to shower and that I would see him at dinner. I came into the room, threw my things on the bed and slipped off my clothes and relaxed for a few minutes on the bed, enjoying the cool air conditioned room. As I lay there, I thought about the day, which began with Benjamin coming outside and sitting on my lap naked. Soon my imagination was going full blast, thinking about his nice little package. As I thought about what it would feel like to play with it and suck it, my cock began to get hard for the first time that day. Before I got carried away with this fantasy, I hauled myself into the shower. As I showered though, my cock remained hard. I couldn't help but to stroke it a little bit. I tried to focus on something other than Benjamin's cute smooth body, but no matter what I tried to think of, it always led back to Benjamin. I tried to think about Will getting milked at today's contest, but that reminded me of Benjamin giving me a thank you hug in the middle of the contest. I tried to think of Jake, but that immediately led back to Benjamin too. Eventually, I succumbed to my lust for my little French friend, thinking about how tight his hole must be and how good it would feel wrapped around my throbbing cock. Soon I was thrusting into my soapy hand, imagining it was Benjamin's tight ass instead. It wasn't long before I let out a muffled scream as I coated the shower wall with my load. I finished washing up and got out of the shower, the last remnants of my juicy load still oozing from my softening cock. I dried off most of the way, squeezing the last couple drops of semen from my cock and licking it from my finger. I left the bathroom to go find some clothes for the evening. I was trying to think of which sexy underwear to put on, considering the possibility for some fun later, when I turned the corner into the room and got a bit of surprise. There, sitting on my bed, was Benjamin. He was wearing a tuxedo, much like the one they wore to the mayor's party, though these had normal pants – not the cutaway crotch. His hair was spiked and gelled. He could not have been any more adorable. "Surprise Papa Jason!" he said as a broad smile spread across his face. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ "Benjamin, mon ami, what a pleasant surprise," I said, as I instinctively pulled the towel down in front of my crotch. I was still accustomed to `shy' Benjamin, having somewhat forgotten he had sat nude on my naked lap earlier that morning. "You look stunning! I wanted you boys to wear something nice, but you really went all out." "Thank you Jason," he said before pausing. "I...I... this is kind of a special night," he continued stammering a bit as he shifted on his feet, eyes to the floor. "It's your last dinner here and I want it to be the best. Can you wear something really nice also?" he asked shyly, looking up to me. "Well I don't have anything that nice, but I'll put on the best that I got," I replied. "We're going to seem overdressed compared to everyone else though, especially at the buffet." Benjamin slid off the bed and walked over to me and gave me a hug, his hands wrapping around my naked butt before pushing away and looking up into my eyes. "Papa Jason, um... we're not going to the buffet. Dave and Mark and Jake helped me arrange something more special... To thank you. For coming to Vegas next week and being my friend and well, just everything," he said, embracing me once again, this time more forcefully. I returned his hug then pushed him away so I could look into his face. A small tear was running down his cheek. "Benjamin," I said, "that's so nice of you, but really, not necessary. Doing these things for you makes me happy you know." He nodded at me as he inserted his fingers in between two buttons of his white shirt, fishing out his Los Gallos necklace tags. He held the one up with an `X' on it. The one that indicated his tight boy hole had yet to have been breached by a man cock. "I want to give this to you Papa Jason... tonight," he said shyly, looking up to me. I dropped to my knees and pulled him to me, hugging him tightly. Even though I had just jerked off in the shower to the vision of having sex with Benjamin, I wasn't sure it was the best thing for him. "Benjamin, you don't have to do that. Really." "NO, Papa Jason! NO! I'm not doing it because I think I have to. I WANT to OK?," he said sternly, as he began to sniffle and sob slightly. I sensed he was perhaps feeling rejected. "Okay, okay," I said, wanting to appease him. "We can figure that out after dinner ok, let's go find the others. Where are we eating anyway? You said you setup a special dinner?" "Yes, but just for you and I. You'll see," he said, beaming a sheepish grin. "Get dressed." I slipped on my Andrew Christian sky blue trunks. They were one of their styles with a natural pouch in front for one's cock. It was one of my sexier pair of underwear and I had saved it for something special. I figured this night might be as special as it gets. I found my khakis (as nice of pants as I had) and put on my one button down long sleeved shirt. Benjamin had sat on the bed and watched me get dressed. I walked over to him and extended my hand. "May I have the honor of taking you to dinner young man?" I asked somewhat facetiously. He took my hand and kissed the top of it. "Of course you may kind sir," he replied, returning the playful tone, laughing a bit. "Where to, then?" I asked. "Follow me," said my young suitor, taking my hand. ^^^^^^^ Benjamin and I held hands as we walked down the stairs to the lobby. Holding his hand felt as natural as anything. He directed me to the front desk where I saw Mark, Jake and Dave, speaking with Senor Juarez. We approached the group. "Well don't you two look dapper," Dave smirked. "Ah, Buenos Noches amigos, the guests of honor have arrived," added Senor Juarez as Jake and Mark just looked on, smiling. They were all in on this plan. "If you are ready, please follow me," he instructed. "Enjoy yourself," said Dave, "I'll keep an eye on these two little hoodlums." Jake gave me a big hug and whispered, "have fun papi, I'll be with Mark and Dave, I'll be fine – see you later." We followed Senor Juarez, the hotel manager, as he led us behind the desk and past the room where we had attended our Los Gallos orientation session almost two weeks ago. We turned the corner and began climbing a small staircase in the back of the building. "Where on earth are we going?" I asked him. "Ah, to my private penthouse apartment Senor. You will like it very much I think. It is small, but quite nice and has a great view. I stay in it some when I am tired, or perhaps to get to know a special boy a bit better," replied Senor as finished climbing the stairs and reached a single door. Opening the door, he ushered us into his small apartment. Just inside the door on one side was a small living room consisting only of a couch and a television. Next to it was a small square dining table, just big enough for two people. It was set for dinner already and there were even candles lit. On the other side was a large king size bed. All across the back of both rooms were windows overlooking a small patio and the ocean. "You are one of a just a few men I have let use this," Senor Juarez confided to me. "But I think you may be the most deserving ever. I have watched how you interact with our young guests over the past days, and your care and concern for them is so genuine and sincere Senor. Now, make yourselves at home, there are sodas and cerveza in the mini-fridge, as well as champagne on the table. Your dinner will be up in about 20 minutes." Senor Juarez bowed as he closed the door and headed back down stairs. "Do you want some champagne while we wait for dinner?" asked Benjamin as he reached for the bottle. "Sure," I replied. "What is for dinner anyway Ben?" "Steak and Lobster. Jake said that's your favorite," he replied as he poured a couple glass of bubbly, handing me one. "Let's go check out the view," I suggested taking a sip of the champagne. This was the good stuff, not the more average stuff they had in the regular restaurants. I led him out onto the patio, where we looked down over the railing onto the beach area and the waves lapping upon the sand. A warm breeze blew into our faces as we surveyed the now empty beach. We stood beside each other, my arm around his shoulder, his around my back, as we took in the view and sipped the champagne. "You really outdid yourself you with all this Benjamin. I am very impressed," I said as I pulled him tighter to me. "Merci. I had help too. Dave and Senor Juarez. But you deserve it Jason. You... have no ..idea... I mean how much you've done for me, just here. And then coming to Vegas next week, you're like my guardian angel Jason." We continued our small talk for a bit more, until we heard the door of the penthouse open. It was Samuel brining in the first course of our meal. "Senors," he called, "please come, sit." As we sat he uncovered his tray. Our first course was a nice salad and some escargot. "I'll be back in a bit with the main courses. Okie dokie. Enjoy." Benjamin and I poked away at our salads. "Do you like escargot then?" Benjamin asked me. "Honestly, I've never had it before," I said. "I am not sure how I feel about eating snails." "We eat it often in France," he replied, putting a couple of the slimy looking things onto a small plate. "They are said to be a... oh, uh, I don't know the word in English... an aphrodisiaque, we say in France." I chuckled. "It's basically the same word in English. Aphrodisiac. It makes you horny you mean," I replied. "Yes, that's it! Eat up!" he said with a grin. "I want to make sure you want to fuck me Papa Jason." "Fuck? " I asked him with a bit of an admonishing glare. "Yes, well...um... Jake told me it was so amazing the first time you and him fuck, that –" "I've never `fucked' Jake," I said sternly, cutting him off. Benjamin looked at me, obviously confused and concerned. "But, but... Jake told me all about it. Your first night here he said, Papa Jason. Was he making it all up?" "No, no, he wasn't Benjamin," I replied, taking his hand under the table. "It's just that I don't like to use that word when it comes to doing things with Jake, or you. `Fucking' is what you do when you just want to have a fun time. I've fucked a few boys here sure. But, it's different with Jake, and Mark too, and definitely would be with you. It means way more than just feeling good and getting off. When there's an emotional connection too, it is different. Understand?" "Yes, I think so. I think you would call it make love then?" he replied, a smile of understanding coming across his face. "Will you make love to me then Papa Jason, like you did with Jake." "Maybe... If you're a good boy," I replied with a smirk, putting a couple of the escargot on my plate. He gave me a playful kick with his foot under the table, rubbing my calf. The dance had begun. ^^^^^^ I had never tried escargot, but they weren't bad. Anything in that much garlic butter can't be horrible. We continued our little game of footsie under the table through dinner. Samuel had come up with the entrees –small but excellent filets with a lobster tail and grilled asparagus. As we ate, our feet playfully explored each other's legs between bites. A playful horniness was definitely in the air. As we finished the main entrees, my mind had started slipping from the food to the thought of Benjamin's cute little uncut dick and his (presumably) tight hole. It might have been the escargot. Or the foot play. But probably it was the fact I was seated next to an adorable, sweet French boy who adored me as much as I adored him. I began to think about how I should approach playing with him... I knew I should take it very slow. I wanted to make sure he, and I, enjoyed it as much as possible. This needed to be sweet and couldn't be rushed. As we were trying to finishing our steaks, Samuel showed up with dessert – two slices of cheesecake with strawberries. I wasn't sure I could eat any more. Plus I had other things on my mind. I think Benjamin did too. "What do you say we save dessert for later Benjamin?" I asked. "D'accord," he replied. "Can you put those in the fridge Samuel? We'll have them later." "Of course Senor. I'll leave you two alone now ok. If you need anything call." I took Benjamin's hand as I got up from my chair, pulling him up to his feet and to me, wrapping him in a tight embrace. "This was wonderful Benjamin. Thank you so much," I said to him softly as I planted a kiss on the top of his head. I flipped the lights off. The room was now illuminated only from the light shining in the patio windows. I led Benjamin to the couch and sat in the middle of it. He stood before me. I gazed into his eyes. "Are you sure you want this my sweet boy," I said, stroking his soft cheek. He nodded. "Oui Papa Jason," he whispered. "More than anything." He closed his eyes and tilted his head towards mine, kissing me gently on my lips. The feeling of his soft boy lips on mine lit a spark that electrified my whole body. I gently returned his kiss, taking his upper lip in between my own lips. His smooth lip tasted clean, smooth. I inhaled, taking in his scent. This boy, his scent, his smooth features, intoxicated me in every way. "Ok then sweet boy, we're going to take this very slow. No rushing ok. We can stop if anything doesn't feel right, ok?" I told him. "Yes Papa Jason. I trust you." he murmured, as I resumed gently nibbling his lip. I locked my lips to his, pulling his head to mine, my fingers rubbing his hair. I darted my tongue inside his warm mouth, exploring inside. His tongue found mine, and he giggled as our tongues flicked at each other. I withdrew my tongue to its own home. His tongue followed, now invading my mouth. I closed my lips on it, sucking on his tongue. We remained lock in a French kiss for several minutes, tongues alternately exploring each other's mouths. Benjamin started out as a novice French kisser, but caught on quickly. By the time we broke our interlocked mouths, he was quite good at it. "Wow," he said. "I never knew kissing so could be so, so... amazing." Clearly he had never made out with Jake and Mark during their sex play, because I know from experience both of them are quite adept at tongue play. "The secret's out then," I said, smiling at him. "I think you might learn a few more secrets before we're done tonight. Maybe we should get some of these clothes off." He started to reach for his bow tie. I gently grabbed his wrist. "Please, Benjamin, let me do it, ok?" I whispered, returning his hands to his side. I traced my hands up his chest, pressing against him through his thin dress shirt. I gently undid his bow tie, tossing it to the floor. Then I turned my attention to his white shirt. I pulled the tails out from his black tuxedo pants, beginning with the back. Having freed the tails, I began unbuttoning his shirt from the top. As I undid the top button, I spread the shirt and began planting soft kisses on his smooth chest. Being skinny, I could feel his bony frame against my lips as my kisses pressed against his sternum. As I undid more buttons, I planted soft kisses down his chest until I reached the softness of his belly. "Oh, oh Jason," Benjamin cooed as my kisses tickled his belly and I gave his belly button a swirl with my wet tongue. I kissed my way back up his hairless chest, as my hands stroked his smooth back. I stopped at each nipple. I gave each a brief suck and flicked my tongue on both as I slid his shirt off his shoulders. His nipples were still small and undeveloped, but yet reacted to my teasing by stiffening slightly. I resumed my upward path. Reaching his neck I began kissing the side, opening my mouth to take in as much of him as I could. I loved how smooth he was. I loved his scent. The smell and feel of this boy would never leave my memory. My mouth eventually made its way back to his. He was breathing harder now, my wet kisses having amped him up. It had amped me up was well. My cock had been hard as a rock ever since we started making out, but it was obvious to me now that my trunks also had a large wet spot where my precum had now been oozing for several minutes. I pulled him tight to me as we resumed our tongue play. His small boner too was obvious, pressing against my stomach. As we swirled tongues, one hand pulled his head to mine well the other began stroking and squeezing his ass through his tuxedo trousers. For Benjamin's small frame, his ass was surprisingly round and meaty. As we made out I couldn't help but to start thinking about my stiff cock sliding into his soft ass. I pulled my mouth away. "Maybe we should take these off now," I said, tugging at the waistband of his black slacks. He nodded. "Yes, please Papa Jason." This time he didn't reach for the buttons, he let me. I pulled his waist band out away from his abdomen, undid the button and let his pants gently fall to the floor. He was wearing the same grey trunks underneath that he was wearing the morning after we first met on the excursion. He had an obvious boner, sticking straight up, tenting his trunks outward. I thought of last night, when I had traced my finger over that little stiff cock as my friend dreamed about lord knows what. I traced his cock again, this time through the fabric of his underwear. I could feel his cock harden a tiny bit more as my finger traced it. "Your boner is so nice Benjamin. I love it. I love everything about you my sweet boy," I said as I gently kissed him on the lips again. I drove my hand inside the back of his underwear, my fingers exploring his smooth globes as my thumb hooked on his waistband and began gently pulling his trunks down his slim thighs. "Step out," I instructed him as I pushed his stretchy trunks past his bony knees. He pulled his legs up, kicking off his pants. I pushed his trousers and underwear to the side. Benjamin stood before me now, naked except for his black socks, his rock hard penis sticking up to the air. His cock was about 3.5", and his foreskin still covered all but the tip of his glans. "Can I touch it," I asked him. I knew his answer would be yes, but I wanted to reinforce the idea that he was in control. "Of course, I've been dreaming about you doing this for days, I can't wait to have you touch me there," he replied, thrusting his little boner towards me. "I have a bit of a confession Benjamin. I actually touched your dick last night, while you slept. Just after I crawled in bed you were dreaming and had a stiffy. I couldn't help myself. I had to give it a few gentle touches. Please forgive me," I replied. "Oh Papa Jason, it's ok, I am pretty sure I was dreaming of you and I ...this...now," he said grinning. I grasped his stiff rod between my fingers. I gently pulled towards his base, freeing his head from the confines of his foreskin. The head was slightly pink and glistened with a bit of his precum. "Your cock is perfect Benjamin," I told him as my wet tongue collected the few droplets of sweet precum from its tip. "And nothing could taste as sweet." I gently grasped his little cock and began stroking it as my mouth once again found his. He breathing got even heavier than before and he was moaning whenever his mouth could let one out. "Doing ok mon ami?" I asked him. "Oh god papa. yes. this is ... just...so...I mean, it's better than I even imagined," he replied. "I agree. This is bliss Benjamin, pure bliss my sweet boy." "Is it like it was when... you did it with Jake ... the first time?" he asked. It was, just like that, though in some ways this was even more intense. The bond between Jake and I was already present and very strong. Making love to him the first time didn't hurt it and made it stronger, but it was like moving the needle from 9.9 to 9.95 on a 10pt scale. With Benjamin, our play was taking our bond from like a 7 to a 9. It honestly was more emotional so far, more intense, already! "Oh yes Benjamin, just like that, exactly," I said kissing his cheek. Hearing my reply gave him a big smile. I think being on the same level as Jake, my son, pleased him. "I think it's time you helped me get my clothes off now." I stood up and lift him from under his arms. For his age, he was still pretty light. I spun him around and set him on the couch standing. He was just a bit taller than me standing on cushion. He immediately went to unbuttoning my shirt. As he did he mimicked my actions when I undid his, kissing down my hairy chest as he undid one button after another. I loved how he was copying me and how nice his warm breath felt on my skin. Oh god, this boy was something special. As he undid the last button, I slid the shirt off my shoulders and tossed it aside. He eagerly attacked my nipples, kissing and sucking them, quickly making them harden. As I think I told you before, my nipples are hard wired to my cock and his working them had my cock at peak hardness, oozing even more precum. I had no doubt it was probably leaking through to my khaki's at this point. "Give them a little nibble Benjamin," I instructed him. As he began nibbling my tits as instructed, my moaning took off, which only encouraged him further. His hands found their way first to my ass, then to the front of my khakis where my erection throbbed. "Jason," he said, looking up into my eyes, "there's a wet spot here." "I know. When I get horny I leak lots of precum. And well, you've had me feeling very horny for a while now. I bet my trunks are soaked. Have you ever tasted precum Benjamin?" I asked. He shook his head no. "Maybe you should try it. It's quite sweet," I told him. Sitting down, he tugged at my belt, breaking it free from its clasp. He pulled it out of my belt loops and tossed it aside. His small fingers worked my zipper down and then fumbled with the single button holding them up. Finally he freed it and my slacks fell to the floor. His eyes bulged with shock when he saw my light blue AC trunks and the rather large wet spot of precum that had gathered towards my left hip. "Oh my god Jason, they're so...so...soaked." "All because of you sweet boy," I said, gently stroking his head. "Why don't you see what you think of precum Ben. Kiss my cock through the fabric. Get a taste," I told him. He looked at me. "Go ahead... if you want. If you don't like it, it's fine." He moved his face towards my bulging cock. Extending the tip of his tongue, he pressed it against the wettest of the wet spot. He pulled his head back, bringing his tongue in, trying to get a taste of the tiny bit of precum he had sampled. "Wow! That is sweet. It actually tastes good Papa Jason!" He dove his mouth back on the wet spot, now simultaneously kissing my hard cock while sucking the juice from my trunks. "Oh god Ben, oh god. That feels so nice," I told him as his mouth continued to work the juice from the fabric of my trunks. "I like making you feel good Papa Jason, it makes me feel good inside," he told me before resuming his assault. "Let's see if you like it directly from my cock," I told him as I pushed my trunks to the floor. Standing in front of him, his eyes gazed directly onto my rock hard 6.5" cock. I grasped my dick from the base, squeezing upwards until a large bead of precum oozed out of my piss hole. "Try it Benjamin" I instructed. His tongue washed over my cockhead, tasting a large dollop of my precum. "Oh man, that was so good," he exclaimed, clearly a bit surprised. He quickly pushed his mouth back on my cock head, sucking gently trying to get more of the juice. The warmth of his mouth on my cock was driving me wild. I gently thrust my hard cock further into his small mouth. I felt a bit of his teeth against my shaft. I knew he hadn't sucked a lot of cock, so it didn't surprise me that his inexperience showed. It didn't hurt though, and there was no way I was going to ruin the moment by pointing out any deficiencies. As much as I wanted to drive my cock into his warm throat, I held back, letting him drive the pace. He mostly focused on licking and sucking the head, while gently squeezing my smooth balls. "Let's lie down on the couch buddy," I told him. I lay on the couch and pulled him onto my chest, pushing his head back toward my stiff cock. He took the hint and resumed licking and sucking my cock head. Lying directly on my chest, his legs straddled my head, with his smooth butt resting just in front of my face - perfect positioning for me to give him a nice rimming. "I'm going to play with your tight little hole now while you lick and suck my cock," I told him. I didn't wanting nothing to be a surprise or unwelcome. He said nothing, only continuing to lick away at my shaft. I spread his cheeks, getting a faint look at his pucker for the first time. It was closed tight, as I would have expected. I kissed his butt on each side of his hole. I inhaled deeply, taking in more of his boy scent. He smelled clean. I could make out the smell of the salt water and a bit of soap. Oh god I wanted to taste his hole! I extended my tongue and flicked it at his pucker. He jumped six inches off my body. "Oh my god, what was that, it felt so good," he said, looking back at me. "My tongue," sticking it out at him. "Feels good having your hole licked, doesn't it buddy?" I asked. I pulled his hips back to me, licking him more. "Mon Dieu! Yes... I wouldn't never have guessed how good," he said. "Isn't it kinda gross though?" "A smooth hole like this, that's nice and clean. Not gross at all, I love it!" I said as drove my tongue back between his crack. I slowly licked his hole, getting it wetter and wetter. Finally, holding his hips so he wouldn't jump, I pointed my tongue and managed to drive it through his sphincter and into his warm insides. "ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" he exclaimed. I spread his cheeks more, pushing deeper into him. He had stop sucking my cock now, fully focused on the delightful feelings I was giving him through his sensitive virgin hole. That didn't bother me, he wasn't very good at giving head and I really wanted to be as far from orgasm as possible once I pierced his hole with my cock. I licked and kissed his hole, leaving it nice and wet and then began working a finger into him. The tightness with which his pucker clamped on my finger was incredible. Slowly I worked into him. It slid in gently from all the spit I had left. My finger tip found his small prostate and began massaging it. He began moaning loudly, breathing fast, as he rocked his hips, grinding his hard cock into my hairy chest. "Slow down B, slow down," I instructed him as I backed off his prostate. "We're taking this slow, remember." "But..but...but...you're driving me wild Jason!" he exclaimed. I reached over my head and fumbled with the switch on the lamp beside the couch. It was becoming hard to see as the outside light had faded considerably. I grabbed the bottle of lube that I had noticed sitting on the end table before. "I'm going to lube you up really good now," I told him. Spreading some of the cool lube on my fingers, I rubbed my fingers them against my thumb to warm up the gel. Gently I pushed a finger back into him. I began making circular motions with my finger, trying to stretch out his tight hole as I slowly slid it in and out. While I played with his hole, he resumed stroking my cock and licking it up and down. I pulled my finger out and replaced it with my thicker thumb. The added thickness caused him to gasp as it went in. "You ok still?" I asked. "Yes please Papa Jason ...go...on...," he answered. Slowly I worked my thumb, opening him up more and more. I added more lube to his hole and gently pushed two fingers into him. I expected him to perhaps wince or complain it was too much, but to my surprise he actually pushed back onto my fingers as I entered him and then began rocking on them, his cock once again rubbing on my chest. I could feel a little wetness on my chest - my pushing on his prostate was forcing out some precum. I let him ride my fingers for a bit. His pace picked up more and more. He was clearly comfortable and enjoying it. He was ready for my cock. "Sit up," I instructed him. "I think you are ready for my cock – if you still want to." "I'm not stopping now. Please Jason, please fu –," he said before pausing. "I ...mean...make love to me," he continued, clearly remembering our conversation from earlier. I moved to the floor and leaned back against the sofa. A nice rug covered the floor under the sofa, insulating my ass from the coldness of the tile. I spread a lot of lube on my cock, working it in before applying a bit more to the tip. Benjamin sat on the edge of the couch watching. "Now," I spoke to him. "Come straddle me and lower yourself down onto my cock. That way you'll go as slow as you need to be comfortable." He straddled my legs and put his hands on my shoulder and slowly lowered himself. I guided my hard cock to his crack, and eventually to his hole. He stopped just as it pressed firmly against his sphincter. We had the angle just right. It was time. I nodded to him and he slowly began lowering himself further. "Just relax your hole, buddy," I instructed. He took a deeper breath and did as I told, and my head popped inside. Benjamin let out a gasp and closed his eyes. He clenched his teeth slightly and held his breath as he lowered further, a good 2" of my cock now inside him. "Breathe buddy, breath, it's okay," I instructed. He let his breath out and sunk another inch onto my cock. I began moving his hips around, shifting my cock inside his hole. I could feel his whole relaxing more. He took one more deep breath and dropped full, my cock now buried fully inside him. His inner warmth enveloped my cock. He felt amazing. I hugged him tight, just letting him adjust to my cock, my hands caressing his back. As I pushed him back away from me, I saw a tear streaming down his face. He stifled a sniffle. "Oh Benjamin, we don't have to do this, if it's hurting you, we should stop," I told him. More tears formed in his eyes. "I'm..not...crying because... it hurts Papa Jason," he said stifling back sob. "I'm crying because I'm so happy. I've never felt this close to anyone, ever." I hugged him tight, tears now forming in my own eyes. This had moved well beyond any emotion level I felt making love to Jake. "I feel it to," I told him. "You're a very special person Benjamin. I'll never forget this night, ever. Promise." I thrust up into him, my hard cock pressing against his prostate. A long moan erupted amongst his sobs. I slowly thrust into him more, until his sobs were completely replaced by moans. "Ride me Benjamin, up and down," I told him. He began slowly raising and lowering himself, my cock sliding in and out as he did so. As he focused on his rhythm, I played with his nipples a bit before reaching down for his stiff cock. I began jacking his little French cock as he worked himself up and down on my dick. It was getting uncomfortable leaning against the couch, so I slid to the floor, lying fully on my back. This gave him more room to work too as well as giving me better access to his cock. I continued playing with it, gently sliding his foreskin up and down his head, my thumb working that sensitive spot on the underside. His breathing was gathering force as he worked his ass up and down harder on my throbbing cock. I added some lube to my fingers and began rubbing his cock head. This sent him into a frenzy and I actually felt his hole clamp down on my cock. His frenzied movements were driving me to orgasm. It had been an hour or more since we had started making out and I too was ready to cum. "Go ahead, Benjamin, let it go, let yourself cum buddy... I'm close too," I told him. He frantically bounced on my cock as I continued sliding my thumb over his cock head. "oh...oh...oh...oh...Jason...i'm ...uh...I ... LOVE YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!" he exclaimed as he squirted his thin load across my chest and onto my chin and face. I grabbed him by the hips, pulling him up and down on my rod as my hips bucked it further into him. My tongue found a drop of his cum on my lip and pulled into my mouth. His semen was delicious. Tasting it sent me over the edge, as I let out a loud scream, "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!", as my cock spasmed and shot a small load into his ass. (I had just jerked off a few hours before). My whole body shook as my orgasm subsided. Neither of us spoke for several seconds while we came down from our orgasms and caught our breath. I let my cock slip from his ass and pulled him tighter to me. "Wow," I finally told him, "that was spectacular." "Unbelievable," he said. "Nobody told me getting fucked, I mean being made love to, could be so good. But Jason, um...sorry about yelling I Love You when I came, it just slipped out." I sat up and pulled him to me, our chests pressed together, his sticky cum pressed between us. "DON'T! Don't you dare try to take that back or apologize for it. Benjamin," I said, looking him directly into the eyes. "I...LOVE ...YOU...TOO!" "Oh Papa Jason," he cried as new tears ran down his face and he hugged me tightly. "You are the best thing that's ever happened to me," he sobbed as more tears streamed down his face, dripping onto my back. I rocked him gently and whispered into his ear. "You are so special, so special." We held our embrace for a couple minutes until his sobs subsided. I was in deep with this boy. I knew this was not a friendship I could just drop or let fade. I'd have to be there for him, at least for a while. The silence was beginning to become uncomfortable. We needed to switch gears. I remember the dessert that had been brought up before. "Hey, I don't know about you, but that cheesecake sounds awfully good right now. I kind of worked up a bit of an appetite again." He got up and then pulled my hand to help me up. "Can we shower off real fast," he said touching his chest where his load had begun to dry. "I'm kinda sticky." ^^^^^^^^ We showered together, helping to wash each other. The shower had a removable head which I used to wash away some of my jizz which had begun to dribble from his hole. As I washed his hole, I inspected it. It was a tiny bit red but Benjamin said it wasn't really sore. I still put a little bit of Carl's ass cream on him though once we got out of the shower. After our shower, we put sat in our underwear (mine had mostly dried) and ate the cheesecake out on the deck as we listened to the waves beat against the beach below. We could hear the music from theater indicating the nightly show was gearing up. "Do you want to get dressed and go see what the others are up to?" I asked him. He was quiet for a moment. "Can..um... we just stay here... just you and I Papa Jason? I don't really feel like doing anything else," he replied. "Of course Benjamin, of course," I said. We went back inside and found something interesting on TV to watch. We lay together on the couch, covered by a blanket, snuggling. I paid little attention to the TV show, it was some crime drama. My mind was thinking about the relationship that had been forged with my new young friend. While I enjoyed the bond that had been built, the responsibility that came along with it frankly scared me a bit. I was worried how he would be able to deal with the sadness of going back to France once his stay with us back in the USA was over. This was more than just a crush for him, and me too for that matter. I loved lying with him on the couch, our bodies warming each other under the blanket. As I switch my mind back and forth between the TV show and my relationship with Benjamin, my hand slowly stroked the chest and legs of my young friend. As my hand was stroking his chest, I brushed up against his Los Gallos necklace which reminded me of a couple things. "Hey buddy," I said during a commercial break, "I don't know if you care but I think I forgot to give you a cum bead. Do you want one?" He held out his hand. "I didn't plan to leave here with any of those tattoo's, but ... I think I want to get one, since it's from you." "Maybe you could get another one in the morning before breakfast," I joked as I placed a cum bead into his hand. Ok, half joked. I really wasn't horny at the moment but knew I might be by morning. "And don't YOU owe me something." "Oh yeah, I forgot papa," he said. He undid his necklace and removed the `X' metal tag and placed it in my hand. "Can we really do it again papa, when we get up." "We'll see. If we both want to, ok." "You know what we be really great papa," he asked. I noted he had started dropping the `Jason' and was just calling me papa. "What?" "If we got up really early and watched the sunrise on the deck and did it again – as the new day started," he said. "Well aren't you one for the dramatic," I replied. "We'd have to get up super early though." He picked the remote from the floor and hit the power button, blanking the TV. "Let's go to bed then papa," he said, climbing from the couch. We walked through the dim room and found our way to the bed and crawled in. We set an alarm to get up for sunrise. Then we talked. We mostly talked about the things we could do on the way back from Vegas. Hoover dam, perhaps Yosemite, the California coastline. He was really excited about Yosemite, wanting to sketch pictures of it. We talked about things we could do in Seattle too. I soon realized we had about six weeks of activities on our to-do list and only a couple weeks in which to do them. While we talked, I scratched and stroked his back, which he loved. At one point I started doing that thing where you draw pictures on another person's back with your finger and they guess what it is you drew. I was shocked that nobody had ever played this game with him. It was one of Jake's favorites. Still is as a matter of fact. Soon we were taking turns drawing on each other's backs. The game went on for a while. I could sense we were both getting sleepy. In fact, I think I was almost starting to doze off when Benjamin spoke as he patted my back. "Papa Jason," he whispered, "Thank you." "You're welcome. But no need to thank me. Tonight has been pretty awesome for me as well Benjamin," I replied. "No, not for tonight. Well for tonight too, but just, for.. everything. For being my friend. For letting me practically move in with you the last week." There was a long pause. "You guys saved my life," he replied. His last line woke me up. "Your life. What do you mean by that?" I asked. "I mean... I don't think I'd be here if you hadn't waited for me that day at the ruins," he said. I could tell he was beginning to sniffle again. I pulled him to me. "Tell me more Benjamin. Keep talking." "I was going to do it. Kill myself," he blurted out. He sobbed heavily as he lay on my chest. In between sobs, he managed to continue. "I was ... so miserable here, so tired of my dad and Pierre. I was tired of being lonely and sad and I wanted them to feel bad too." I consoled him the best I could and then we talked well into the night. He told me more about his mom leaving them all a few years ago and how it had been hard on him, as he was closer to his mom than his dad. He told me about having bought razor blades and his plan to go the beach late at night and cut his wrist and throw himself into the water. He told me that the day after meeting us and becoming friends, he threw them away. It was a long conversation. By the end I knew that he had gotten an awful lot of things out that he had been keeping in to himself. I was so glad to be there for him, but it also reminded me I needed to be careful to make sure he didn't get hurt. He was clearly still fragile and had grown extremely attached to me and Jake (and Mark and Dave too) in a very short time. I would have to tread carefully with him. The alarm did wake us up in time to watch the sunrise, but we were both tired from our long talk and neither of us felt like having more sex. So we quietly watched the sun crest the horizon while we embraced each other, still in our underwear. I stood behind him, my arms wrapped around his chest, my face beside his. As we watched we'd occasionally exchange a gentle kiss. Then we went back to bed, still tired. ^^^^^^^^^ We must have crashed hard, because the next thing we knew it was after 9:00 am and Jake and Mark were jumping on our bed, waking us both up. Senor Juarez had led them up to the penthouse to get us. I awoke startled that it was so late. Our shuttle left in just a few hours and we had a bit more packing to do, and lots of people to say goodbye to. I made my way to the bathroom and sat on the toilet to relieve myself. I left the door half open and could hear the boys talking from around the corner. "So B, you did it then, how was it?" asked Jake excitedly. "Amazing. I mean it was so awesome," Benjamin said. "You were right Jake, it didn't hurt at all." "We told ya Benjamin," Jake said. "I knew my dad would make sure it was good." "Yes, he did," Benjamin said. "I really love your dad Jake." "Here B, I brought you some regular clothes, so we can go get breakfast," Mark chimed in. As I left the bathroom, Benjamin came towards me on his way in, carrying his clothes. Dropping them to the floor, he gave me a huge hug. "I love you Papa," he whispered into my ear. "I love you too Benjamin," I told him, hugging him tight. I was just finishing getting dressed when the boys told me they were starving and would see me at breakfast. They energetically skipped out the door. I heard them bouncing down the stairs. I looked around the room to make sure we hadn't left anything too messy and slowly made my way down the stairs. As I made my way past the front desk, Senor Juarez called me into his office. "Last night was a success amigo?" he asked. "Oh yes," I replied. I gave him a brief rundown of the evening and our intense love making session. "Senor, your skills at handling boys for their first time are exceptional. And you have a perfect cock for virgin holes too. Great men like you are what make Los Gallos special. The best thing is that you obviously care about the boys. I sure hope you and Jake come back again soon. If I knew you were coming well enough in advance, I could possibly arrange some virgin boys to be here at the same time... virgins whose fathers are too, um, endowed to do them the first time." "Well, gee...thanks... but I don't know, it's so nice of course – virgin boys, but I also have to have an emotional attachment with them first. I might get spread kind of thin if I had too many to take care of," I replied. "Very understandable. And Very admirable Senor. You truly are a lover of boys," he told me. "But many thanks for your help with young Benjamin, especially Benjamin. You know we were about to send his family home, it was obvious Benjamin wasn't happy here...until he met you and Jake that is." Juarez and I talked more. I told him about Benjamin's thoughts of suicide. He seemed to already know, somehow! I was more impressed with this place all the time, they truly did look out for their guests, especially the boys. Finally, I excused myself and found my way to breakfast.