Date: Wed, 7 May 2014 20:04:42 -0700 From: Tyler Waggoner Subject: A Family Made - Chapter 10 ** DONATE TO NIFTY *** Hey, PLEASE, make a donation to Nifty. Every cent helps the site to keep being 'THE PLACE' for gay and alternative erotic stories. Make sure you find the donation link and information (NIFTY HOME PAGE) or cut and paste the following and launch it on your browser: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html See how easy it is to contribute to this important site. ** DISCLAIMER** The following story is a work of fiction. It contains bisexual and homosexual themes of an erotic and explicit nature between adult men and teenage boys, if this offends you or is illegal for you to read, possess in electronic or printed form, please stop reading now. The views and opinions expressed by the characters are not necessarily those of the author. It is illegal for this document to be copied in any manner (paper/electronic), except for the enjoyment of the individual reader, or hosted on other websites, published, or be altered, changed, or utilized, without the expressed written consent of the author. The characters and the surrounding story in this work are the sole intellectual property of the author. Unprotected sexual acts are depicted -- if you choose to have unprotected sex, be aware of all the possible risks for both you and your partner, making sure your partner (partners) are informed, and be disease free and HIV negative. COPYRIGHT 2014; All rights reserved. ***** AUTHOR'S NOTE ***** I am writing this story from different character's perspectives (I will let the reader know which character in my author's note, introducing the chapter), to give reader's insight into each character -- what they are experiencing -- thinking -- as the story develops. I'm definitely open to suggestions so do not hesitate to contact me, at TWag1983@hotmail.com. I want to THANK everyone who sent me an email of encouragement as well as suggestions. I like all of the positive and negative criticisms (this is new, but fun, so I welcome all) -- I'm continuing to learn! I hope you enjoy Chapter 10 of 'A Family Made'. Thanks, Tyler **** CHAPTER INTRODUCTION **** THIS CHAPTER is from the perspective of Nik, father of Lucas (14yo) and best friend of Marc. ** NOTIFICATIONS LIST *** For those of you who want to be notified when my stories are released, just send an e-mail to TWag1983@hotmail.com, and I will send you a pdf version. ** IMAGES OF KEY CHARACTERS ** I have had a lot of emails asking if I have images that I used to compose the characters. I DO -- several of them, and more as I develop key characters, including images of Mt Suksan (i apologize this was misspelled in earlier 'images') and the lake. In some instances (the exception is the character of Nik of which there are two), several images were used. I am happy to email them, should anyone want a 'visual'. Realize, however, that I used them as a basis only. I will ADD IMAGES of the new characters as they are developed; so if you see a new character appear, just ask! Just email (address above) and I will send them your way -- I know some people are visual, where others prefer a narrative, and still others are a confluence of the two. Enjoy Chapter 10. Tyler A Family Made -- Chapter 10 September - October 2009 Luis and I spent the rest of the trip, literally, in bed. We explored ... emotionally, mentally, and physically. Pleasantly ... sore. He was in every way, sensual, exuding a passion for life I have only experienced ... in Lucas. He is a voracious reader, loves sports, particularly soccer, and travel -- anything new, and Luis is there. Luis' family is small; just his parents and sister, nearly seven years older. His family still lives outside of Rio; he visits two or three times a year. They knew he was gay. Luis only had one love in the past, Tiago. They met freshman year at University and quickly became, inseparable. Tiago was the first to pass his seed into him; unfortunately, Tiago's parents found out they were an item. Being staunch Catholic, they relocated him. Trying to continue a relationship miles apart, without money, did not bode well for them. It was during their three years together, however, that Luis quickly realized that he was comfortable being gay; in particular, he was most comfortable as a bottom. When Cathay came along, he knew, finally, he could explore, virtually anywhere. He also liked being with people; we laughed until our bellies hurt, him, mimicking passengers he had met -- their voice, their mannerism, their attitudes ... he was really good. During his senior year, a photographer discovered him on a small locals beach south of Rio. He quickly started earning money "revealing my body", and liked it -- nothing pornographic, just 'sensual'. He made a nice sum every month appearing in Brazilian monthlies as well as some work in the U.S.; he was hoping to pick up something in Asia, where different, particularly Western Hemisphere, was all the rave. Luis also loves music ... every genre of music. He danced for me ... "So Danco Samba" by Rosa Passos ... mmmmmm!! He is really good ... sexy, sensual ... dripping Latin masculinity. I need Luis. He makes me, so very, happy. We shared our bid sheets, calculating which trips were the most likely to get, given our seniority. Fortunately, we've ended up in HKG together on most trips; two full days each time! We've explored Kowloon, its ripe smells an admixture of people, animals, and other unidentifiable organics ... life. Food ... every genre of flavor; everything a delight on the palate; small eateries peppering the locale. We've spent time on the Hong Kong side, Luis shopping the luxe boutiques ... dining together at many posh eateries, dressing as though we belonged. Every moment with Luis is special ... every look, touch, smell, taste ... sound. We have fallen in love; madly in love! It was mid-October; my return leg, late, due to winds. Turbulent for the first three hours ... clear air turbulence; the worst kind; even after we vectored east outside of PVG (Shanghai) the turbulence was severe enough that everything had to be locked down; no matter what altitude, it was moderate to moderate-severe. I was exhausted by the time I arrived home. The morning was crisp. Autumn is a beautiful time in Seattle and the surrounds. The landscape a palate of brilliant orange, deep red, transitioning to cascades of yellow spotted with deep purple and flecks of indigo. I drove along our street, the breeze creating swirling pockets of color under me. I pulled in the driveway as Jesse and Lucas were bounding down the front steps. "Hey dad", Lucas called out as I pulled my bags out of the trunk. "Hey guys", I said. Jesse smiling; so much of Marc in his expression. Lucas came up giving me a big hug. "Glad your back", Lucas said, pausing, then "I think something big is happening", he said with a slight worried look. "As in?", I asked, now wondering what had been going on. "Well, mom had several people over", he paused, "like real intense people. Suits and all", he said. "Hmm", I wondered out loud, "she never mentioned anything to me". I shouldn't find that strange, my comment was more for Lucas than anything else. Rafaela rarely discussed her work with me. In fact, Rafaela had pretty much checked out as far as anything about, us, was concerned. "Well, I guess we'll find out", I said. "What are you guys doing today?", I asked, as Jesse and Lucas started for the side walk. "Well", Lucas said, "we've got studying to do, then we're spending some time working on my Butterfly ... have to bring it in if I'm gonna advance this year", Jesse nodding in agreement, his voice lowered as he came up so only Jesse and I would hear, "then Marc and I are going to spend an evening ... in ... together", his smile letting me know that it was going to be a romantic evening for two. I smiled, tussling his curls. Jesse smiled, a little flush appearing. "Well, Jess, if you need me to come over and keep you company, I'd be happy to", he looked up, his eyes divulging his relief. "Yes, Uncle Nik, I'd like that a lot", the flush retreating down his neck. "Then its set. You and I will watch Broncos / Chargers!", Jesse giving me a high five, "they can do, whatever ...", his smile letting me know that he knew everything. I collected my stuff and went inside, hearing the garage door quietly close behind me. Rafaela was in the kitchen, engrossed in a phone call. She waved her fingers; at least she knew I was home. I poured some coffee from the thermal carafe, putting just enough half-and-half to bring out a mild carmel. I sat at the table, as Rafaela went on and on about how merger's had to be handled with the most extreme delicacy ... blah blah blah blah blah. Finally, she put her cell phone down. "How was your trip?", she asked, feigning interest. "Uneventful", I replied rather blandly, letting my fatigue show. "Well, that's good", she said matter-of-factly. She paused for a few seconds, as if that would be enough to transition the conversation. "I will be leaving for a while", she stated, as if asking, trivial. "Leaving as in?". "London", she stated, "we're in the middle of very important negotiations with a leading Fortune 500 and I simply can't do them justice from here". "Why can't you commute?", I asked, wondering why she had to relocate. "Too many details and I need my energy", her tone reflecting my total lack of understanding of the situation. "So, when is this going to happen?", I asked, a little perturbed that she hadn't bothered to mention this until now. "Within the next week", she said, oblivious to my feelings, "Colin and Edgar are leaving tomorrow. The company apartment in London has been prepared for my arrival, and Crefovi's team is spearheading the legal particulars". "Rafaela, what about us?", I finally had ... enough; now my blood was boiling, "Lucas and me?!". Rafaela's face changed, her eyes spitting as she stood up, the chair nosily retreating. "This merger is our future, Nik", she paused, composing herself, "our financial future". I stood there. I'm sure my face displayed all sorts of things. I was not dispassionate; the proverbial quality of every Chief Executive Officer around the globe. No, I was passionate. Regardless of the asexual nature of Rafaela, her cold, surgical precision in matters of business, this was our family. Lucas adored her, and this profound absence would have repercussions; although with Marc as an anchor, I doubted they would amount to much. "Nik, it's already a reality, there is no turning back", she said, her nails clinking a 'board room' shuffle on the tables rigid surface; I knew where I fit into this. "Fine Rafaela, explore your merger", I nosily stood, turned, and went to the den. The sun was dipping as I looked at my watch; 17:00. I threw my sweats on, deciding to free ball as it was just Jesse and me. I put a dark blue tee on; I preferred sleeveless now, as Luis had bought me a few -- he liked showing my biceps off. I put my warmup jacket on, as the pre-twilight air was damp cold; the kind that chills you to the bone. I slipped on a pair of Gola Chase navy's and headed for Marc's place. Jesse met me at the door, psyched for a night of football. "The love birds are in the kitchen Uncle Nik", he said as the door closed. I hung my warmup in the closet, following him to the kitchen. Lucas and Marc were sitting at the table, sipping a Cabernet. Lucas was stunning as usual, his eyes looking into mine as I entered the kitchen, Jesse bringing up the rear. "Nik", Marc stood up, giving me his usual bear hug, "howya been, buddy?". "Same ol same ol", my usual reply, as he turned. "Beer?" "Yeah buddy, sure", as Marc reached in the fridge pulling out a big can of Fosters; 'POP' as the top gave way to nudge of his huge thumb. The cold of the beer felt good as it slipped down my throat. We sat at the kitchen table. The week after our July 4th weekend, Marc had his attorney's redo the confidentiality agreements with the staff. Marc had the same house staff for the past 16 years, so no one was interested in making waves; they all signed. This allowed Marc and Lucas to be more open, although they still kept any overt sexual affection behind closed doors. However, at least Marc didn't have to wash his own sheets! Jesse had warmed to the idea of Marc and Lucas being a couple, which didn't surprise me as the young crowd nowadays was far more open and accepting then when Marc and I were kids. We talked, Lucas probing for details of what was happening at home; I told him we could talk about that later. Marc was somewhat inquisitive, but otherwise stayed clear of exploring the topic further. As Jesse and I were headed downstairs for kickoff, I pulled Marc aside. "Jess, go ahead and I'll be down", I called. "K, Uncle Nik, will do", he shouted back as I heard his feet hit the stairs. "What is it buddy?", Marc said, as we slipped into his study. "I'm in love buddy!", I exclaimed as he closed the door. Marc looked into me, then a huge smile broke. "Congratulations Nik!", he slapped me on the back, "who is the lucky ...". "Man?", I finished his sentence, my face slowly swallowed in my grin. "Luis", I finally said. Marc beamed. He put his arms around my waist, looking into me. "I'm happy for you buddy, so VERY happy". We stood there, and I filled him in, briefly, on how we had met, our unbelievable first two days together; how we had arranged to meet every layover we could, since. We talked every day by phone and would text and text and text, like two adolescents, in heat. Yes, he wanted to meet everyone. Yes, we would spend as much time together as we could. Yes, yes, and yes. I filled Marc in on Rafaela and my conversation earlier this afternoon. He was taken aback. We talked about how that could be good for both of us, and especially for Lucas. I hadn't really thought of that. Lucas and Marc could spend as much time together as they wanted; they could finally sleep together like husband and wife, without anyone peering in -- I know that is what Marc and Lucas wanted. Jesse and I had a great time watching the game, 34-23, Broncos. We talked and bonded. Jesse was quite the looker too; I spent the game noticing how much definition he had; package wasn't bad either ... apple didn't fall far from the tree. When the game ended, we just sat there and talked. Jesse asked me about flying: why I decided that was for me?; what did I like the most?; did I think he would like it? We talked for more than an hour, with me telling Jesse that soon we would go up, together, so he could experience it. Of course, we ended up talking about his dad and Lucas. "Uncle Nik", Jesse finally said, his gaze distant, "are you OK with my dad and Lucas? ... i mean, um ... like, do you, really, know?". I smiled, I don't think Jesse had ever had this conversation with anyone. "Jess", I turned so I was facing him, "I know ... everything". His face, relief. "I saw them, the night I went to the mountain house", my voice a little deeper, my cock responding. Jesse's head nodded slightly, his body surrendering to my knowing. His eyes allowing me entrance, never leaving mine. "Uncle Nik, I know I ... uh .... I... uh ....... I'm gay", the truth percolating out. I looked into him, seeing deep, feeling his mood change, relief. "Have you ever thought of being with a girl?", I finally said, knowing he never had, his eyes told me. "No, not in that way", he said softly. I could see that all of the pent up feelings were now percolating through, his eyes tearing. I slid over to him, and took him into my arms, allowing him to lay there, his head on my chest. I could feel his body loosen. "I love Lucas", he finally said, his eyes blinking against my chest. "I know buddy, I could tell", I finally said. I put my bare feet onto the coffee table, Jesse's leg resting on my thigh, his bare feet rubbing against my ankle. "Did you tell him?", I finally asked. His eyes, blinking, against me. "Yeah", he said, "after", his voice low, halting, "after we went all the way". My heart skipped, my cock jumping; I know Jesse felt my heart rate pick up and I know he felt my cock respond. I looked down and Jesse looked up into my eyes. "When?", Jesse's eyes never left mine. He smiled and I couldn't help but smile back, his arm wrapped around my stomach. "The night Lucas and dad came back from the mountains". My cock, now full, the outline unmistakable in my sweats. I could feel Jesse's cock, hard, against my leg. My fingers, slowly slipping through his hair. "Wow", I finally said. "After", he paused, "Luke told me everything". It was sweet hearing Jesse use his nickname for Lucas. "Everything?", I looked into Jesse, his cock unmistakable against me. "Everything, Uncle Nik". Jesse knew all about Brandon, about Marc and Lucas, about our week together in the mountains; everything. We lay there, Jesse's foot brushing against mine ... my foot, responding. Nothing was said for a while, each of us alone with our thoughts, Jesse's toes rubbing against me, my foot arching up into his. His elbow now resting on my head, my cock jumping beneath him. We stayed like this. His breath warm against my chest. "Do you think I will ever find someone?", he finally said. "Yeah", I said, "you're a killer, stud, every guy who even leans that way would want you!". Jesse looked up at me, our eyes met. I just nodded, letting him know it was OK. "Thanks Uncle Nik ... I just needed you to know", he finally said. "Does that mean we can't have these times anymore Jess?", my smile revealing. I mussed his hair. Jesse was adorable, the perfect combination of Marc and Julia. "Uncle Nik, I hope we have many more times like this together!", his smile, perfect. My cock pushed against him. "Then we will make it a regular event, Jess, cause I really like being with you", I stood, taking him by the hand then giving him a big hug. Jesse's hand lingered on the top of my globe, my fullness against him, his fullness against me. I winked at him, then, as we parted, his hand slipped along my cock then stayed there; it jumped. This time, he winked at me. I smiled as we started picking up our stuff. As we reached the top of the basement stairs, I could hear Marc and Lucas, the unmistakable sound of their lips. I cleared my throat as I entered the kitchen, Lucas adorable in one of Marc's shirts, his bare feet on the black slate, the slightest of wet spots telling me that Marc was more a part of Lucas than before. I could smell the manliness of Marc and the faint smell of their love, my cock twitching with delight. "Well guys, I'm heading back", as I put my beer cans in the trash. Jesse entered the kitchen, a little grin forming at the corner of his mouth as he looked at Lucas. "Dad, wait up and I'll go with you", Marc bent down, Lucas giving him the lightest of pecks. Lucas disappeared down the hall. Marc asked Jesse about the game; he was filled in quickly on high points and the Bronco's victory. Lucas appeared in the kitchen, his ball cap backwards on his head, a tight white sleeveless tee in place, faded jeans, complete with black flip flops. We walked out to the foyer, Marc putting Lucas's jacket on, Jesse slipping me my warm up jacket. After a final goodnight kiss between Marc and Lucas, I opened the door and the two of us stepped onto the porch. "Night buddy", I said, "and you too Jess", pausing, "don't forget buddy", turning to Jesse, "we have a date to fly next weekend!", Jesse's smile, radiated me. Marc glanced over to Jesse, who gave a 'thumbs up'; Marc just smiled. Lucas and I walked back to the house. My cock, twitching, as I thought of my best friend and my son, the full sensory recall of their love making, surreal. As we ascended the steps, I could see Lucas's pretty ass framed in his jeans. We entered the kitchen, Rafaela was busily talking on the phone, oblivious that we had returned. Lucas went upstairs to get a shower, and I retreated to do the same. We had to discuss this tonight, I thought, as the water pulsated on my back. Lucas had to know that Rafaela was just, leaving ... no date for return, no idea when we'd see her. How could a mother just pick up and walk out? Inside I was seething ... it wasn't the fact that work called her away, it was that family came in a distant second; who aged with you, who took care of you as you slowly returned to infancy, who cared enough? It certainly wasn't work. I saw Lucas' door ajar as I was headed for the kitchen. Lucas was standing, dressed in red sweats and a shirtless white tee. He was simply, breathtaking ... part of me ... so incredible to behold. I walked in. "We need to go downstairs and talk", I said, looking into Lucas' Pacific Blue eyes, his expression, concern. "What's this about, dad?", he said, as I gently touched his shoulder. "You'll find out soon enough, Lucas", as I turned and headed for the door, he following. We went downstairs, entering the kitchen together. "Well, did you guys have fun tonight?", Rafaela turning from a group of papers she was perusing. "Rafaela, we need to discuss this", I turned to face her, Lucas taking a seat. "Honey", Rafaela sat down, looking over at Lucas, "something important has come up with work", her voice feigning maternal. "What, mom?", Lucas said, turning, looking at me. I raised my eyebrows then turned, heading for my chair. "Well, honey", she continued, "my company has decided to acquire a competitor", Lucas now looking directly at her, she continued, "so I will be relocating to London". That's it? That's how you answer your son, 'I'm just relocating' as though he were a client. "Your what?", his tone, shock. "I'm relocating, honey", she continued, "it is much more practical to conduct delicate issues related to the acquisition, well, in person!". Analytical, devoid of maternal. "So, you're leaving dad and me, and you will let us know when your planning on returning", his voice not betraying any emotion, just, well, analytical. "Well", she hesitated, "yes. It is a matter of business". "Well", said Lucas, as he walked over and kissed her on the cheek, "we are your family", then as he was ready to leave to head to his room he turned and said, "When is your departure?". "I leave at the end of the week", she said. "Well, write a memo when you have time. You know things get very hectic around here, I might not have time to chat!". With that, he left. Rafaela turned to me, confused. I shook my head. She just simply had no clue, no realization that Lucas needed his mother ... not a business executive. I stood, and slowly crossed the kitchen. Before I went upstairs, I turned to Rafaela. "I hope, one day, before it is too late, you will appreciate what you have", then hesitating, "before you have lost everything that, truly, matters". I went upstairs, my mind exhausted. As I entered the master bedroom, I heard my cell chime. I clicked, and it was Luis. "Baby, I miss you so much!", he said. "I miss you more than you could imagine!!", I quickly replied. "XOXOXOX", he texted. "Always my beautiful man! XOXOX". "You free Saturday?", he 'chimed' "Yes, where?" "I will fly up to you baby". My heart skipped, I could feel Luis against me, all of him, suddenly ... with me. "I'll pick you up, just let me know when your unblocked", I texted, referring to 'push back' when the flight was actually considered a go (non-revenue passengers usually breathed a sign of relief at this point, as the plane was moving). "K baby ... need you! XOXOXOX". "Need U baby ... always!! 2 XOXOX". I sat on the bed. Rafaela had the corporate jet booked for very early Saturday morning. Her assistant had the car picking her up at 4a. That would put her into London by late afternoon, so she could meet with her colleagues for dinner. Lucas did the obligatory goodbye on Saturday morning, I could tell how much he ached; his eyes always betrayed him. I closed the door, and turned to Lucas. "I love you Lucas", I said as I drew him into me. "I know dad, i really know", he replied as he hugged me tight. We stood there for a while, my nose on his head, smelling his sweetness. Jesse worked Lucas over, honing his Butterfly the entire morning. Lucas came home to study for two exams on Monday, then told me that Marc and him had made plans for dinner. He was planning on spending the night. My cell .... finally .... chimed. "Pushed back baby, on my way!". then "UA 759" "k, be thr 2 pkup. XOXOXOX" "LU baby" I stood in departures, waiting for Luis. Waiting in arrivals was a zoo; no one who knew anything actually went to arrivals. I saw him, gliding around a group of tourists who were oblivious they were in the middle of traffic. He saw me standing there, his whole face, rapture. We met, in the middle of the bustling crowd, his lips against mine. He made me feel like there wasn't a single soul other than me. We quickly made our way out to parking; I didn't bother to go through employee side ... too far away; I just wanted every second, together. We drove through Seattle traffic, making good time, laughing ... enjoying each other, our fingers locked around the others the whole way. I told him about Rafaela; his eyes, taking in all of me. "I can't wait to make love baby, your all I've thought about", his hand squeezing mine as he said it. "You?", I said, the exhilaration filling me, "Baby, your ALL I think about!!! I'm ready to explode!!!" We pulled onto the neighborhood street, the colors of Autumn all around us, framing the white of the houses, the gray of the slate roofs. "Wow, I'm impressed", Luis exclaimed, looking at the largeness of the homes, each with minutely manicured surrounds. "Well, it's certainly not because of me", I said. Luis smiled. He knew the story of Rafaela, her family money, and her ambition. We pulled into the drive, the garage door beckoning us, as it rose. Luis and I made our way into the house. I gave him a tour, ending in the master bedroom. Our lips met, our manhood converging, full, between us. Luis' hands slipped down over my ass cheeks, squeezing, as I bit his lower lip. He then pulled back and looked deep into me. "Baby, I n e e d you ... s o m u c h", his tone, low, sultry; his hips slightly gyrating. "mmmmmm", I moaned into him. "But", he drew back, then he smiled. I looked into him, questioning. Finally he said, "I want to meet Marc and Lucas, first". I stood there, my cock pulsing for him ... needing him ... wanting him. I felt breath slipping between my lips. I smiled. His eyes told me 'now'. I kissed him lightly on the lips, then reached for my cell. "Marc", I said, as his deep masculine voice filled my ear. "Well", I looked into Luis, "are you and Lucas at a place where you can take a break?", my smile causing Luis to laugh, his eyes twinkled. "OK, then we will be right over", I said. Marc quickly picking up on the 'we'. "Well buddy, it's time for you and Lucas to meet the love of my life", I said, the sound of Marc's approval causing my manhood to swell. Luis and I walked down the few houses, turning onto Marc's front walk. As we approached the door, it opened. Marc and Lucas stood in the muted light, Marc with a huge smile; Lucas' inquisitive look told me everything -- he had not the slightest clue. "Hi, I'm Luis", he said, as Marc drew him in, giving him a tender hug. "Luis, Nik has told me so much about you", Marc said, Lucas now looking at me. "And, you must be Lucas", Luis said, as he put his hand out, "it is definitely a pleasure to meet you". "e eu tenho o prazer de conhece-lo", Lucas responded, fluidly, in Brazilian portuguese, as if he was speaking English ('and I am pleased to meet you') "Oh, eu amo seu sotaque", Luis reciprocated ('oh, I love your accent') "muito obrigado" ('thank you very much') I looked at Marc and he just smiled. We all walked from the foyer into the living room. I could tell Marc hadn't made any effort, to take away from the moment by telling Lucas, anything. As Lucas and Marc sat down, I put my hand around Luis, drawing him next to me. Luis looked into my eyes and then into Lucas. "Lucas", I said, we have something to tell you. Lucas looked into Luis, then into me. Slowly, his unbelievable smile filled the room; his dimples deep, his eyes ... absolute ... joy. I leaned into Luis, our lips meeting for a rather long kiss. We then turned to Lucas. "I just hadn't found a way to tell you", I finally said, pausing, my smile toothy full; then, "Luis and I met on a trip and ...". "Fell in love", Lucas' voice deep, sexily scratchy. "sim, muito apaixonados!", Luis answered ('yes, very much in love!') "Awesome", Lucas stood, coming over and took Luis in his arms, "it's about time dad!", giving Luis a long hug. "Desejo-lhe toda a felicidade, sempre!", Lucas said into Luis' ear ('I wish you all happiness, always!') We sat in the living room, Lucas with Luis; asking a million questions. Me, with Marc; mainly listening, inserting comments when appropriate moments arose, when they spoke in English! Luis and Lucas, excused themselves, so Lucas could show him his studio; as they walked up the street, Marc turned to me. "Buddy, you have a winner!", his arms surrounding me. "Yeah, buddy, I do", I said, "I love him so much". "Well, hopefully, you two will have time together", his smile quickly becoming a deep, rumbling, laugh. I looked into Marc, and he knew ... how much I ached for Luis. "Yeah, well, we're gonna hurry the bonding along", I said, "or I will absolutely cum in my pants!!", Marc and I now laughing so hard I thought I was going to lose my nutt right there. Eventually, Lucas and Luis made their way back, both animated as they talked. I felt really good, like all of the best was now, ours. Marc opened a bottle of champagne and Lucas and he toasted us. We sat in the kitchen for a while, talking. I then let everyone know that Luis and I had personal matters to attend to; Marc and Lucas looking into each other, they had personal matters to attend to as well. Luis and I, FINALLY, stood in the master bedroom. His lips, soft, warm, as mine, gently, brushed against him. I slowly undid his buttons, the soft skin of his chest on my fingers. I let my fingers play on the dangling cross that hung around his neck ... pure, unblemished, soft, neck. I slipped his shirt off, my finger lightly skimmed over his nipple ... hard ... a slight swoosh of air, his lips parting ... responding. My nose met the softness of his face ... lightly ... edging ... causing Luis to swell between us ... his scent, now filling me. The sound of his buckle loosening, the fullness of his meat against my hand, pushing against me ... straining ... needing. My tongue, slipped into Luis ... his responding, swirling around me, as he drew close ... hands exploring ... clothes falling until ... we stood ... naked. I picked him up, his legs tightly around my waist. I lay him on the bed, the silkiness of his feet causing tingles on my thigh ... drawing around me, pulling me to him. The pulsating of his cock, wet ... against me ... our manhood, connecting ... the fullness of him, jumping, as my tongue explored his sweetness; my fingers separating in the softness of his hair. Luis pushed me onto my back, his beautiful legs encircling me ... the wetness of my excitement, pulsed into his cleft ... Luis moving, sliding my meat along him. Luis' fingers explored me ... imperceptibly dancing along my neck ... tracing the dip between my pecs ... my wetness growing, slipping into the recess of his boi pussy, as my pole separated him. His toes, delicate, slipping along my skin, sending quivers through my cock. His seductively wet his finger while looking deep into me ... the coolness touched my nipple ... jolted ... fully erect ... he bent forward, lips engorged, lightly ... grazing mine; his eyes, never leaving me ... deep, in me. I felt the hotness of his breath, his finger dipping between us ... the cool jolt as my other nipple, startled, now erect. His breath, hot ... his lips, full ... our tongues, barely touching. His scent ... surrounding me. "I want you sweetheart", he breathed ... my cock, straining, need ... quench ... must. "I need you b a b y", my heart pounding, my cock trembling, my wetness, dripping into his pussy lips. Luis reached over to the night stand. He leaned back, his manhood pulsing as the coolness of the liquid surrounded my rod, his fingers .... warming. My excitement, oozing, wetting his fingers. Luis looked into my eyes, as he positioned me ... the wetness of his pussy lips against my head ... pushing as they opened, my head slipping into the hot warmth of him ... my precious baby ... the walls of his cunt, closing around me ... his eyes, looking deep into me ... breath slipping between my lips, as pleasure enveloped me. He slowly pulled me, in, deep ... his heartbeat dancing, around me ... moist ... hot ... my root clenched, tight, fully inside. "B a b y", my moan, deep, scratchy, as Luis pulled me into his moist warmth. "N i c o l a s", his eyes fluttered back as his cunt began to massage me, "a a a h h h h h h ", he cooed, the rhythmic cycling of his chute, pulsed on me, "my love, my precious love", his moans filled the room, HE ... nirvana. I pushed up, my cock driven into his depths, the slurp then 'SLAPPPP' reverberating, sending Luis' head back, causing him to pant. "YES!!!!", he screamed, as I thrust back, deeply imbedded, 'SLLAAPPPPP', the squish of our wetness, again, filling the room. "YES, BABY, YES!!!", as I plunged back into him, 'SLLLAAAPPPP', the squish of our mating. "SLAPPPP' 'SLLAAPPP' 'SLLAAPPPP', ripples pulsated through him, his feet pushing under my calfs, his toes pirouetting lightly along my skin. 'SLAPPP' 'SLAPPP' 'SLAPPP' 'SLAPPP' 'SLAPPP' 'SLAPPP', Luis' mouth now open, his screams filling the room, "YES! YES! YES!!, BABY, YES!!!', as I plunged, 'SLAPPP' 'SLAPPP' 'SLAPPP' 'SLAPPP' 'SLAPPP' 'SLAPPP', his mouth, drool ... 'SLAPPP' 'SLAPP' 'SLAPPP' 'SLAPPP' as his cries intensified, "FUCK ME NIK K EEE", he screamed, "F U C K M E E E E E", as our coitus, now ... feral! 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP', staccato, the sound of his lips against my groin ... fluid ... 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP', his head now flung back, his fingers digging into my skin, his spit, flying ... as the crescendo of his moans roared in my ear. "AAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWHHHHHHHHHHHHH", the tightness of his cunt, strangling, his prostate ... swelled ... pushing, rhythmic ripples under my cock, 'SWOOSH!!!!", the intense spray of his essence covering my face. 'SPLATT!!!!!", the volume of his nutt exploding onto my chest. 'SPLATTT!!!!!", the smell of his seed mixing with my sweat, sending me over the edge! "AWWWWWWWHHHHHHHH F U C K !!!!", I screamed as I erupted ... the heat of my load RUSHING into him ... the pleasure of release coursing through me ... as wave, after wave, of incredible wave, convulsed through me ... flooding Luis ... my fertileness implanting itself deep within him. 'SPLATTT", the final surge, now dripping from my lips, my tongue lapping, his taste jumping from bud to bud. Luis collapsed onto me, cunt quivering around my swollen meat, a small trickle of our love, seeping between us. Luis' smile, engulfing me, drawing my lips into his ... soft ... pillows. Our breaths ... rushing ... between us. I LOVE him. The pleasure of that love rushed ... through me, through him, our eyes ... seeing, knowing. "I love you!", the words settling between our lips. "Eu te amo, todos voces!", his reply mixing with me ('I love you, all of you!') We lay there, one, Luis milking the remnants from me. I slowly slipped from his warmth, his lips sucking in, holding my seed ... inside. His body, wet, warm ... against me, as our fingers entwined. Brandon, a distant but fond memory ... Luis, filling all of my senses.