My Mexican Bodega

Part 2

From the Very Odd Mind of

Eric Murphey

I wake up smiling thinking of Emilio saying he loved me. I really don't know him that much or for that long. But you know I think I may love him too. I'm turning into a lesbian I guess. Because you know what a lesbian drives on a second date right? A U haul. I smile at the thought. I keep having an Oscar Wilde line running through my head its on repeat.

'Do you love me because I'm beautiful? Or am I beautiful because you love me?'

I get to thinking about that and think life without love is kind of meaningless. Most of my life then has been meaningless if that's the case. Because other than Emilio no one I can think of loves me. I mean sure my mother did. But shes been dead for 35 years. Then there was Benjamin. My last lover. But that's been 25 years sine he went to college. But we were together from the time he was about 10 to 18. Sometimes he will send me an email with pictures of his husband and family. I sigh and get out of bed. As much as I would love to just lay here my bladder has different ideas on the subject. I used to have to get up and pee at night. But when I started working a second job forever ago I started buying supplements at GNC. I always got the 50+ ones even though I was 45. I figured it couldn't hurt. Well, next thing you know I'm not getting up to pee anymore. Which in itself was worth the dollar or so a day I paid for the pill packs. But I haven't taken them in like 4 years and I still don't get up and go pee. So that's for sure plus. I go and pee. I look at myself in the mirror. I quit shaving a few years ago because it just seems stupid. I do keep it tight and nicely trimmed though. Its still brown too. OK its not exactly brown all the way. There's some gray in it. OK there is more than some gray. Fine dammit if I look real hard I'm sure I can find a brown one. But you know what I think I look pretty nice today. Most days I just look and go. Yep that's me. When did I start looking so old? But today is a new day and I feel like I swallowed a smile. I grin and shave my neck and trim the whiskers to an even length. There now I look nicer. A man that can be loved by a cute young boy. Though I'm sure he doesn't mean it like I want him to mean it. He just loves me because I was nice to him. Hes a nice boy its easy to do. He doesn't talk much either. Maybe he will talk more. Or maybe he is like I am a person of few words. But now at work my goodness I talk all day and night. The first week my throat was sore from talking so much. I mean I talked at work before. But I didn't deal with customers so I would go a few hours at a time without needing to say anything. I didn't mind it. I was focused on my work not gossiping. I think about taking a shower and think. I had one last night. I don't need another. So I wet down my brown hair. Fine my gray hair and get it in some order. I kind of looked like Buckwheat from Our Gang for a minute. Hair was EVERYWHERE. I go and look at the time.

"Oh that's nice." I say when I see its 5am.

When I first moved I was getting up at 2 am. Because of the time difference and I was waking up at the same time my body thought. Took some getting used to let me tell you. I make some coffee and skip getting dressed just yet. I like being naked. Who doesn't like being naked right?

I wait for the coffee and grab a cup when its done. Add a bit of sugar and go sit down. I turn on the TV because you know its what I do. I watch the news for a while. Its different for sure watching Mexican news versus American. I like it just fine. I'm not complaining for sure. I grab my laptop and open my banking information. I smile because the latest rent check was deposited. I have right near $100,000 in my account. Time to get another property I think. I pull up the real estate page from where I used to live and find one that looks like it has potential. I send an email to the realtor saying I'm interested and I expect she will get back to me tomorrow sometime. I haven't gotten a cell phone here yet. I keep meaning to. But well I got a lot on my mind. Its not like I have tons of friends or anything. I smile. An email from Eric's family. That man I don't know how he finds the time. Raising three boys owning half the state probably. Always helping people and has the time to email little insignificant me. An important man like him finding the time for me. I grin at it. I think of his sons. Oh my mini me is awakening. I open the email.

Steve:

Alejandro has been asking me how you are doing. I don't lie so you know I tell him I don't know I haven't asked. You know how he is. Persistent to a fault sometimes. I have NO IDEA where he gets it from. He he.

Oh here is a house I think you might be interested in. Its actually a building. It has 6 apartments in it and its 250k. It might be more than you are looking for. I'm not familiar with what you have. But its a pretty good deal. I thought about it. But my people just look at me if its not a bazillion units. As Joey would say. Tran was wanting to know as well as the other boys after he mentioned it if you need any help for the orphanage? They really want to help. So if you can find some need or want the children have please let me know. You now my boys always want to help everyone.

I pause and think. Gee wonder where they get that from? I smile because its certainly a good trait to have. I continue with the email.

Joey asked if they need coats. I told him I seriously doubt it. He hasn't got the geography thing down just yet. But hes 10 what can you expect. His heart is in the right place. That's the important thing.

I hope this email finds you doing well and loving your life in Mexico. Alejandro says we should visit. But honestly I wouldn't know where I would find the time.

Please let me know what the children want so my boys can be happy they helped. Plus maybe leave me alone about it. Though I doubt it. Its good to be bothered though.

Eric Murphey

I think about it for a while. What do they want? I hadn't thought about that. I had been thinking about what they need the most. Clothes, shoes better food for nutrition. All things I'm now supplying. OK the clothes I'm still working on. But these things take time. Soon they will all be decked out and looking nice like rich kids. I was made fun of in school barbecue we were poor and my clothes weren't the best. I don't want them to go through that. They got enough crap in their lives already.

I go through the rest of my emails and nothing too exciting. Just some general correspondence about the rentals. I approve them fixing everything they mentioned. I also have them look into the house Eric is telling me about and send the link. Its a little out of my price range as I like to pay cash. But with what I own I'm sure a loan wont be an issue at all. Problem is I may have to go back to sign paperwork. I don't want to go back. Not now. Not ever. I love it here and never want to leave. I get up and grab another coffee and someone is knocking on my back door softly.

"Who in the world?" I think and walk over and open the door.

"Good morning Emilio. You look very nice. Do the sisters know where you are?"

He does look nice he has on slacks, nice shoes a button up short sleeve shirt and a tie on.

"Good morning senior. Yes the sisters know where I am. I wanted to make sure they knew because you seem to think its important." He blushes and smiles. "You look nice too."
I look down and realize I'm naked.

"Oh my." I say and turn and rush to put on at least some underwear.

My entire body blushes from embarrassment. Emilio walks in and closes the door. I slip on some sleeping pants that were handy. I shake my head at how stupid I am answering the door naked. But I wasn't thinking about it. I'm comfortable naked. So I just forgot. Plain and simple. My body is still crimson when I turn around.

"Its OK if you're naked. Its your house." He tells me while staring at my cock now hidden by thin fabric.

"I woke up and haven't gotten dressed yet is all."
"I wish I could sleep naked. I bet it feels really nice."

"Yeah kind of hard to do with roommates huh?"

He nods.

"I was about to make some breakfast. Would you like some?"
"I had hot cereal at the orphanage.
"OK I'm making some eggs and cheese with some peppers and onions tossing it on a tortilla. Would you like some?"
I can see his wheels turning.

"I'm just going to say yes for you. Why don't you get yourself some juice out of the fridge. I have guava, mango, and orange. Your choice."

I take a swig of my coffee and make a bitter face

"Here put a spoon of sugar int his. I seemed to have forgotten it with my pants."
He giggles. Its the first time I've heard him giggle. I see he chooses mango. My favorite actually. Wonder if its his favorite? He puts it up after he pours himself about half a glass. He sees the sugar and spoons some in and stirs it for me as I'm cutting up part of an onion.

"Thank you papi."
He just grins at me when I say this. I bend down and kiss the top of his head and the grin appears again.

I finish chopping up everything and put it in with half a dozen eggs and a smidge of milk. I get it all ready and heat a couple tortillas on a hot skillet. I grab two plates and scoop some of the egg concoction onto the tortillas I made for him. Then the two for me. I wrap them like a burrito like I've been doing it my whole life. I had laid the cheese on the tortilla knowing the steam and heat from the eggs will melt it pretty quick. I grab both plates and set them on the table. I grab the hot sauce and hand it to him. He takes a bite and pushes it away.

"Its good like this."
I take a bite and have to disagree. I add a bit of hot sauce into the burrito. Eggs are so boring by themselves. Its why you add things to them to pep them up. We eat and when we get done he grabs my plate and takes it to the sink and rinses it off as well as his. He walks back over and wraps his arms around me for a hug and I pull him close to me. Feeling him against my bare chest is amazing. A bit too amazing because my guy is now grown. Emilio doesn't believe in short hugs either. Oh my goodness how am I going to hide this. We hug until he lets go and my cock is sticking out obscenely when he pulls away. I quickly adjust as I see he looks as I do. How embarrassing I think and look down at his and see a pretty good sized bulge there as well. Oh my again. He grabs it and adjusts it so its comfortable.

"Sorry it does that all the time." He says softly turning red.

I do notice he is staring at me. They did say he is gay. I've read too many stories about boys that want older men. I'm sure that's it. No 11 year old boy would want someone that's old enough to be his grandpa for crying out loud. Wait could I be? I do the math in my head. Yep I am. He leans over and kisses me. I kiss him back. Its a quick peck but it sends my cock to throbbing. If he would just touch it with his hand right now I know I would explode. God I want him to touch it with his hand.

"What do you think about some TV until we have to go to mass. We have let me look here. Two whole hours. What would you like to watch? I'm sure you don't get to watch what you want often with so many children around."
His eyes get great big and a smile hits his face.

"Anything?" He asks.

I like his voice its kind of raspy. Sounds so cute to me.

"Well, within reason. Cant have you watching a horror movie bunch of people getting killed before mass."
He giggles again. I like that sound. I'm sure that's what angels voices sound like.

"I have lots of DVDs on the shelf over there. Pick one out we will watch it."
"What if you've seen it like a hundred times?"

"Then I obviously like it. So one more time will be good too."
He smiles and goes and looks through my collection. He picks out Star Wars. OK I am not a fan of the franchise. I don't even know how I got this one. I saw it in the theater when it was new. God I'm old.

"I've not seen this. Is it OK?"
I smile at him thinking I have no desire in the world to watch that. But I want you to see it because you want to.

"I love that movie." I'm such a liar.

"Cool."

I put it in and get it going. I grab my coffee and fill it up and grab him more mango juice. I hand it to him he smiles and put it on the coffee table. I sit on the end of the couch he isn't on. Its actually what has become my spot on the couch where I am. So its great. I start the movie and the beginning starts with the words scrolling up the screen. Its dubbed in Spanish so it says it below. So we watch Star Wars and finally my little buddy in my britches has calmed down after forever I think. I am noticing though that every time he scoots up to get a drink he scoots closer to me. Which I want. I'm not a liar. Finally he scoots forward for another sip and he scoots and I grab his waist and pull him to me. I wrap my arm around his shoulder and he looks up at me and smiles. I smile back. We go back to watching the movie. Before I know it the stupid thing is over. God why isn't this movie like 9 hours long? I get up to put on a suit and he follows me into the bedroom. I am thinking well he has already seen me in the buff. So I strip down and I notice he watches me like a painting on Scooby Doo. I slip on my undies then a white short sleeve dress shirt. I slip on my pants and then grab a belt and use it. I grab a tie and do it up and then my jacket. I slip on my loafers that are on the bottom of the closet and tada I'm ready. So I give him a twirl.

"Aye muy gaupo."

"Whatever I am hardly sexy." I say laughing.

"You look real nice."
"We will be the best dressed, best looking males in the church today. OK well one of us."
"Yes you because you are very distinguished looking."
"Is that a nice way of saying I'm old?" I say grinning.

"Oh no you look very nice."

"I look old. You look nice."
We end it at that, and we go to my truck and head to mass. I drive to mass because after I go get the products I need after mass. The people that own it open at 1 on Sundays after they get out of mass and have lunch. They are really nice people.

So we go through mass and the up and down and up and down and up and down. My knees are too tired to be Catholic anymore. When mass ends Emilio asks me if he can spend the day with me.

"I have to go to the next town over. I better make sure its OK with the sisters."
He nods understanding that for some reason this is important to me. He never lived in America where you get pulled over with a boy in the car that's not yours they want some explaining and it better be good. I don't miss that shit. I go talk to the one I think is in charge. She seems it not really sure. She seems bossy anyway. I ask her and she just smiles and waves us off. I'm thinking that's unlike her. Usually she looks like she just ate a lemon.

Emilio is literally jumping with joy. In the church mind you.

"Calm down before the priest gets on to us for being bad in church."
He stops hopping but hes still bouncing and grinning.

We take out leave and thank the priest for his sermon as we leave and I strip off my jacket and tie as soon as we get to the truck. He pulls his tie loose and over his head. I'm guessing he doesn't know how to tie it. Or else he has a hard time with it. However this works for him, for now. If it was a silk tie I would have a stroke because it would ruin it. But its not so its fine. I start the truck and we head off to the warehouse to get things. Its a half an hour trip and I know they wont be open yet when we get there. So I pull off into a McDonald's. I haven't had it in a couple months. So I figure my arteries might be getting unclogged. Cant have that now can we? I park the truck and he looks at me.

"We are going to McDonald's.?" He asks in awe.

"Sure I used to go to McDonald's. everyday for 35 years. I retired from there."
"Wow."
"Haven't you been?"
"Just once. The nuns say its expensive. So we don't get it."
HMMMMM My mind thinks.

"Do you suppose the other children would like a trip to McDonald's. as well?"

He looks like I just smacked him.

"Oh don't start thinking I want a different friend to hang out with. Its just I am looking for ideas of what all the children want. My old boss his sons want to help and so they asked me to find out what you all would like to have. I explained I got the needs taken care of. So I was thinking that I could ask you and you could ask around and see what they want. My old boss is like super rich. So I know it wont matter to him how much things cost. But also I know he is reasonable too. He isn't going to buy every child a play station or X Box. He might buy a half a dozen for them to share. So just think about it."
He nods at me.

"Then we can tell the others that it was you that worked it so they could have things. Make you a hero to them."
He grins at that.

"Come on lets go get something to eat. I'm starving."

We climb out and walk in. We head to the register and I tell her I want a Big Mac combo meal and I look at Emilio.

"What would you like my friend?"
"Gosh I don't know. Whats good?"
"You trust me?"
"Of course."
I turn to her and order him a big kids happy meal, with a cheeseburger. I also add a 6 piece Mcnugget because I want him full as a tick. I pay and we wait a couple minutes and our food is set on the counter. We sit and he opens the box and looks inside grinning. He may be 11 and I know that at that age I was at the point I still loved toys. But felt I was too old to admit it. He however has no shame in the fact he likes them still. Maybe because he doesn't really have any? He pulls out the toy and quickly unwraps it and sits it down. I pull out my old phone and start taking some pictures of him.

"Remind me to get a phone today. I need to get a new mobile for Mexico."

"OK." He takes a bite of the cheese burger and a smile grows across his face as he chews. I get several pictures of him enjoying his meal. I swear you would think it was really a gourmet meal the way he savored it. It makes me happy and sad at the same time.

"I think a new TV the others would like." He says between fries.

"I did notice you guys have an old CRT TV. I'm sure that if I ask Mr Eric he will be glad to get a new one."
A serious look grows on his face.

"Do you think they will like me then?"

How do you answer that one. I think a moment before I answer.

"Emilio I think you are a great boy. I don't know why the others don't see you that way. But you shouldn't have to give things to people to get them to like you. Either they like you or don't. I think the other children are really missing out not being your friend. Because you are a very kind and compassionate boy. You are also super cute too."

He blushes.

I connect my phone to the wifi and access my emails. I attach a few of the pictures of Emilio enjoying his happy meal. He looks so happy with it.

Mr Eric:
This is my young friend Emilio from the orphanage. He is a really nice boy and has been helping me the past couple days in the shop. We went to mass this morning and are heading to the warehouse to restock my little store. We stopped at McDonald's. and can you believe he has only eaten here once before? He says the nuns say its too expensive. I imagine that when you have 47 children it could get expensive fairly quickly. I think if I have any left after I get them all some new clothes that I will start bringing them over a few at a time. I just have to figure a way that seems fair and I always get to bring my little friend. He is great. I know you would love him. Do you want to adopt another boy? You could give him a great life I know. Who am I kidding? I know if you could you would take in all the children that need homes.

Anyway, I was talking to Emilio and he said what the children would really want is a new TV set. The one they have I swear probably has tubes in it. Its an antique. So I think if the boys pooled their money together that a TV would be a great gift for the children. Trust me it doesn't need to be massive or anything. The one they have now is 19 inches. So anything above that they would think they were in the movies. It is a great feeling knowing I am helping them. But there is just so much need there. Its truly heartbreaking. I'm slowly getting the children what they all need. I'm saving for nice clothes for them now. I think I will be able to get them all at least 4 outfits in another week or two. I'm really excited about it. I just got them all some very nice tennis shoes and they were all thrilled about that. The joy on their faces was well worth it and truly priceless.
Tell the boys I said hi and thank them for me and for the children.

I will try to keep you posted more often about my activities here in Oaxaca. I should have known you would be interested. Sorry

If this is something you think you want to do let me know.

Steve.

I include my address because I don't know the one for the orphanage.

I smile when I close it because I know they will have a new TV by next weekend. When we finish I ask him.

"You want an ice cream?"

I can see he want to say yes so badly.

"No. I'm full."
"You sure you cant fit an ice cream in your tummy?"

"Its too much."
"Its not expensive."
"No its too much food. I don't want to get fat."
I think about it moment and decide that I will let him have his way. But I got ice creams at the shop. So I will work it that way.

"I respect you looking out for your health." I tell him which makes him smile. "I however have to pee before we go." I inform him and get up grabbing the now empty tray and toss the refuse in the trash house. He is up and walking beside me and we go into the restroom. I walk up to the urinal and he takes the one next to me. No silly dividers here in Mexico. Dont have all the Karen's in Mexico bitching someone might see their sons pee pee. Yeah look Karen your sons fat as fuck. He probably cant use his pee pee its an innie. Anyway I glance over and he has pulled his pants down and exposed his balls and all to me. I sigh as I admire it quickly. Looks to be about 4 inches and a decent sized around for 11. Shit I think I was 14 before mine was that fat. I bet hes going to have a huge cock. His balls are the size of large grapes and I'm thinking if he can cum or not. I don't even notice as I'm staring at his cock he is doing the same to mine. I do look up and he looks up and he looks into my eyes.

"Wow you got a big pickle."
He grins.

"Yours is way bigger."
"Of course. But I'm sure just for now. I bet yours is bigger than mine by the time you are 14 or so."
He grins at the compliment. Our streams sadly end and our mutual staring has to come to an end as well. We fasten out pants and wash our hands. We walk out to the truck, climb in and we head to the warehouse. I pull in, park and turn off the ignition. I don't bother getting out because I can see they aren't open yet. Emilio looks at me with question in his eyes.

"They open late on Sundays after mass."
He nods understanding. Its not extremely uncommon that's for sure. We wait about 15 minutes then I see the door open. I get out as do a few others that like me were waiting. We head into the warehouse and I grab a cart. OK when I say cart I don't mean a buggy like at Walmart. I mean a flat cart that's probably 3 feet by 5. We start walking through the warehouse and he is amazed at all the stuff they carry.

"Why don't you sell beer?" He asks.

"Because I don't want to."
"Wouldn't you make lots from it?"
"I don't know. But what I do know is if I sell beer people will be coming in drunk to get more beers. I don't want to deal with that. Its not worth the money. Now grab a box of those chicklets." I say and point at the case behind him. I sell lots of chicklets. I sell them for what is about 3 cents for a little pack of 5. It keeps the children happy and its a very inexpensive treat for moms and dads to get and the kids like it. So I sell a lot of them. It helps moms and dads I'm sure too. They want to get it on in the middle of the day. Give the one they need to get rid of for a few minutes a little bit of change send them to the store. By the time they get back you had your fun and they got gum. We go through and I get loads of things. I've been pretty busy this week. I'm thinking if I start getting much busier about paying the little bit they charge and have it delivered. But right now im on the cusp of that. I admire a soda fountain they have on display. I've really been wanting to get one. But its so expensive to get it started. The profits are sure there. I think if I remember right it cost McDonald's. about 14 cents for a large soda. Then charges a dollar and that makes people think they are getting a deal because others are charging nearly $3 for the same size. Of course the costs are way different here obviously. But the mark up is incredible. But laying out 15,000 pesos for a simple 4 head machine is a lot I think. Then I have to have the water purified before it runs through the machine so people don't get sick. Its still hard for me not to go to the sink to get a drink of water. Just seems the water that flows into your home should be potable. But things are different here and that's why I'm here. There are lots of positive differences and lots of negative ones as well. As I turn from my daydream of getting it I see one of the positives standing next to me looking too.

I rub the top of his head which elicits a smile from him.

"Well, lets get back so we can get the stuff on the shelves. What we cant fit we will put on carts for later."
We go and pay and head back to our little town. Once we arrive we get the things unloaded and with my helper we get it done pretty quick. We stock up whats low and put the rest on carts as I have been doing. We are working along and nearly done when he asks me.

"You going to get that soda machine?"
"I don't know. I keep thinking about it. I know it will pay for itself pretty quickly. But it will cost me around 20,000 pesos to get it started. Maybe even a little more."
"That's a lot."
"Yes it is. But I can sell it for the same price as a bottle or can of soda and give them twice as much but make three times the profit. In America and I'm sure here as well the biggest profit makers at McDonald's. are sodas and french fries. They are inexpensive and people will pay a premium for them."
"I like the fries at McDonald's. They were real nice."
"Yeah they used to be better when I was a boy. They used to cook them in beef tallow, now they use a vegetable oil. I guess its healthier for you. But I always think if you are worried about your health why are you eating at McDonald's. I mean people know its not healthy for them."
He shrugs unable to answer the unanswerable question of mine.

We get done and I have him pick out a soda he wants and some candy. He does end up getting an ice cream bar. Is my favorite flavor. Romepopo, which for two moths I ate trying to figure out the flavor I enjoyed so much. Its flipping egg nogg. I cant believe it took me so long to figure it out. We go to my little apartment and I have grabbed a bag of chips to go with my soda. We sit on the couch and he leans against me. I don't mind even a little.

"I like being with you. I don't feel all worried when I'm with you." he tells me.

"I enjoy your company too."
"You can adopt me." He says and I see the hope in his eyes.

I don't want to crush his spirits when I answer.

"Emilio, I don't even know if a single man can adopt a boy here. I know its really hard to do it in America. They might think I want to have sex with you."
"So I wouldn't mind."

How do I answer that I don't I just kiss the top of his head.
After while I make us both some supper. Nothing fancy just some burritos, and some beans and rice. But its filling and makes us both happy. I take him home around 8 and he of course gives me a long hug at the door to the orphanage. When I get home I sit on the couch and put a movie in. I watch the entire thing but I got nothing from it. I kept thinking about adopting him. Is it even possible? I really do like him a lot. Not for sex because we sure haven't done that. Although I wouldn't mind it at all. But if I do adopt him if its even possible I certainly don't want to do it for that reason. I head to bed after a shower and think about seeing his lovely cock in the restroom. I have a nice wank thinking about it and find sleep quickly after.

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I certainly hope that you are enjoying the story as much as I am writing it. This idea of the bodega has been in my head for years. Not as a story but as a way to help. It is one of my thoughts of things to do when I retire. I know retire and you work. But it would be for a good reason. Problem is I'm not Steve and don't have rentals yet. I'm working on it though. At least I am trying to.

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