My Mexican Bodega

From My Very Odd Mind

Part 4

I wake up Thursday morning with more questions than answers. Sometimes prayer is helpful. Other times it creates more questions. This is apparently one of those times. I ask myself. Do you love him? My answer is yes. Will you love him if you never have sex with him? My answer is quickly in my head as yes. I see the time is around 6 am. I make some coffee and have some with some toast, and cereal. I'm glad they have frosted flakes here. Its my favorite. When I get done I wash the few dishes that have accumulated in the sink and decide to go to what I call old lady mass. Its a mass every morning at 7. I decide it wouldn't be a bad thing for me to go to church. I have never really been religious. But I have a good fear, love and respect of the Creator. I have the understanding that so little is actually in my power and respect the sovereignty of the Creator. I get dressed in slacks and a dress shirt. Slip on my loafers and walk the three blocks to the church. I walk in drop a couple coins in the box and light a candle. I get on my knees to pray and I get done quickly as the priest has come in to start mass. I look around and sure enough about 15 old ladies. I wonder if morning mass is like this the world over. I think it probably is. Old women trying to find peace the last years of their lives. I sit and listen to the priest and he talks about love and understanding. When he gets done I go and open the shop. A couple of people are waiting and one gets upset he had to wait.

"Sorry I went to mass."
He looks at me.

"Oh OK then."

He is more understanding about that. Mexicans do seem to appreciate the church even those that never attend. But they respect those that do. I help them and my day goes on as usual. I get lunch for myself when the lady comes around. She asks if I am getting supper for me and my son. I tell her I don't have a son. Her reply is. Maybe not yet. But you will.

I just sigh and tell her to make me two more plates for supper. My day is busy yet, I was always thinking of Emilio. Didn't matter what I was doing my mind was on him the entire day. I miss him. I miss him a lot. Its not even been a day since I've seen him. But as I'm thinking and trying to be honest with myself I missed him as soon as the door shut when he walked into the orphanage. I think about what I want for him. I think about him going to college and getting a degree in something he wants to work in. I think about his smile and how it makes my soul happy when I see it. I try to decide if I am in lust or love. Sometimes its tricky to figure out. When he walks in after school and hugs me. The joy I felt surge through me made me realize it is indeed love. Though there is a healthy dose of lust mixed in as well. He is a beautiful boy I cant, and wont deny that. Would I enjoy seeing him nude and enjoy seeing every inch of his body? Without a doubt. Would I enjoy sucking him to fruition and watching him buck and enjoy his orgasm. Absolutely. Would I enjoy taking him into my arms and kissing him passionately and making love to him? That answer is rather obvious isn't it?

When I let go of him because it was me this time that held on to him longer than most would. He pulls back from me.

"I love you Esteban.
"I love you too Emilio."
Since I have moved to Mexico I just tell people my name is Esteban. Its Steve in Spanish so it is my name. But its not if that makes sense. But I like hearing him say it.

He smiles when he hears my response. I have set up his little bit of work for him. I keep trying to give him money every day. But he always refuses it. He says he doesn't need anything. I tell him its for what he wants. His reply is always what I want doesn't cost money. We work together and get it done quickly. He gets out his homework and hands me a booklet.

"I got this for you. It will help you to read better."

I glance at it and its a primary reader.

"Thank you. It will make me not feel as stupid."
"Oh you are not stupid."

"Maybe not."
He hits me on my shoulder. Not really hard but he is telling me with it to stop putting myself down. I suppose he is right. I get to work on my "homework" He assigns me. I get done pretty quickly and write out the words as they suggest. I think you know I should have like a spelling list. Like when I was in elementary school. I make up a list of words I know and have no idea how to spell. Sadly most of them are simple words. Like eggs and milk. I get to writing them out as he finishes up. He sees what I'm doing and smiles.

"See you are a smart man. You are learning."

I smile at him.

It seems as if the 6 hours we have together passes in seconds as I walk him back. The head nun walks out as we walk up. I give him a hug and he gives me a kiss. When he goes in she hands me a card.

"This is for your old boss. All the children signed it thanking him for his more than generous gifts."
"I know he will appreciate it. I will make sure I get it in the mail tomorrow. Is there anything else you think the children may want?"
"They are children there are always wants. But they have more than enough for now. We have taken two of the TVs and made them just for the games. We made times for the children so there is no arguing about whose turn it is. It is working out really well because not all of them are interested in them."
"That's a good idea."

"It seems as though Emilio has taken a shine to you."
"Yes sister. I have taken a shine to him as well."
"The father said you may be interested in adopting him. But you have questions."
"Yes sister."
She looks at me up and down.

"I don't think your issues will be an issue for Emilio."
I look at her shocked the priest would give up my concerns like that.

"Oh don't think the father told me anything and broke your trust. I see things. If it was another boy most of them would have a problem with it. But some surely wouldn't. Emilio is in love with you as well as he loves you."
"I have been praying on it. What is right for him."
She nods at me, smiles and goes into the house.

I walk home and think am I that obvious that I am attracted to him? I don't think so. But I guess maybe it is. Or maybe its only to people that know things like that better. I head back to my apartment. When I do I decide a shower is in order. My cock gets hard as I'm washing it and thinking of my little friend. Remembering with perfect clarity what his cock looked like when I saw it for a few seconds when we were peeing. I decide I don't want to wank right now. OK I really do but I want to put those thoughts from my head. I want to love him not lust him. I have a bottle of water as I am watching TV getting my mind ready for bed. I head to bed around eleven or so. I find sleep very easily. As I lay dreaming I am thinking of him. He walks into the door frame of my bedroom naked and hard. He walks to my bed and smiles at me. I pull him down and on top of me and I kiss him deeply as I have longed to do. I feel the softness of his tongue and the inside of his mouth. I roll over putting him under me as I am kissing him still. I work down his body and learn his nipples are sensitive and he likes them played with. I nibble, lick and bite his nipples much to his approval. I work down and lick all around the base of his penis and see there is no hair here. It is a truly delightful scene I am dreaming. I take his cock into my hand and pull back his foreskin and lick around the head and he moans as I do. I take his now four and a half inch cock into my mouth to the root I start working his cock making love to it with my mouth. Savoring and loving every second of having him in my mouth. I fondle his lovely tight sack and the balls beneath the skin. He starts pumping his hips up into me and lets loose of a small watery emission. I savor the taste in my mouth and let his cock from my mouth carefully to not give him that after I cum too much pleasure. I lay on my back and after he catches his breath he works down my body and swirls his tongue around my cock and then slides half of it into his mouth. The feeling is just too much and I burst into his mouth in seconds. He swallows my cum and sucks the rest from my hard cock. He lifts off and lays next to me wrapping his arm over my chest and laying his head on my chest as well. It feels so good and so right. I wake up a few minutes after and realize I had a nocturnal emission. I'm shocked I haven't had one of those since I was a boy of about 13 or so. I clean the cum from myself and there seems to be a ton of it. I get myself cleaned up and go back to sleep. I wake up in the morning hard as stone because I apparently dreamed all night about my Emilio and myself doing everything two males can do together. My dreams were delightful. But that's the thing. They were dreams. Nothing more, nothing less. My subconscious certainly let me know its desires. Not that it was a secret or anything. I get out of bed have some coffee decide I'm not hungry so I don't have breakfast and I get dressed and head to morning mass again. As is becoming my custom I suppose as I walk in drop a couple of coins in the box and light a candle. I pray for forgiveness for my lustful heart and pray that I do the right thing for Emilio. I listen to the mass and its about understanding. I head to the shop and again a couple people are waiting.

"Go to mass again?" I'm asked.

I nod and open the door and they all walk in. I take care of them and make some coffee in the store and go about my usual daily tasks. Around the time Emilio is supposed to get out of school I start getting excited about seeing him. My goodness I'm a 55 year old man and I'm thinking like I'm a teen girl. How pathetic is that. But when he walks in my heart leaps in happiness and I cant help but smile. I'm helping a customer and walk away from them to give him his after school hug. After I break the hug after a good solid minute I go back to helping the customer answering their question about which soap I think works best on clothes. Its a young guy who is about 19 or so. I'm guessing he is fresh out on his own and learning as he goes along. He chooses one and pays. Emilio is behind the counter with me.

"I want to stay the weekend with you." He informs me.

"As much as I would like that. I don't think the nuns will allow it."
He grins at me.

"You really want me to stay?"
"Of course I do. But like I said the nuns wouldn't let you I'm sure."
"What if they said yes?"
"Then I guess we would both be pretty happy about it."
"I asked her this morning and she said yes I could."
"No she didn't. I'm not calling him a liar. But I do think he has wishful thinking.

"No she did call her and ask. I wouldn't lie to you."
I cock my head. He certainly seems to be telling the truth.

I call the nuns and the main one answers.

"Yes hello this is Steve Miller and Emilio says you gave him permission to stay the weekend with me. Is that correct?"
"Yes sir. If you don't want him to tell him I changed my mind. But he really seems to like being around you. After you and I talked about you possibly wanting to adopt him. I thought that it would be a good idea if you at least had him with you for more than part of the day to make an educated decision. So will he be staying with you then?"
"Yes he is more than welcome in my home. I thank you for allowing it."
He grins at me when I hang up the phone after a few more minutes of conversation with her.

"See I wouldn't lie to you papi."
"I know miho but I had to check. I love you and don't want anyone to keep us apart. So I had to be sure."

He grins at me and hugs me again. He certainly does enjoy hugs it seems. As a matter of fact I enjoy them too. It makes my heart sing when I'm hugging him. As time flies by as it always seems to when he is with me its soon time for supper. I figure he is staying he can go and heat up the food in the microwave when he offers. He is back in a few minutes with our food and I had gotten us both some watermelon Jarritos. Which I love and was surprised to see when I moved. Because they aren't available in the US. Which is crazy because they are crazy good. We eat and enjoy our food. When the time comes I close the shop and turn out the lights. We go to my apartment and I ask him if he wants to shower. He does and I get him a clean towel and show him where everything is. I strip to my underwear for when he gets out I plan on a shower as well. A little while later he comes out with his towel wrapped around his waist. Oh my goodness his chest looks just like I remember from the first night I met him. He is thin and his muscles are well defined. He has the V that is so fucking sexy. I see his cock poking out the towel.

"I'm going to hop in real quick and get clean."
"OK." He says and takes the towel off and dries his hair better. He reveals his most private part to me and its as beautiful as I recall. I rush to the restroom to shower before my cock grows and embarrasses me.

I take a nice shower. Not super long but a good ten minutes. I thought about wanking and decided I better. Maybe it will keep him calmer. So I did and came hard thinking about his chest and seeing his cock again. Sometimes I used to wish I was normal. Then I think of all the "normal" people I know. Most divorced a time or two. Kids, child support, fighting over custody, all that mess. I think I got the better deal even though my desires are taboo and against the law in most of the world. I get out of the shower and dry off well enough. I comb my hair and beard and head to my room walking naked through the living room. Again his eyes follow my movement. I'm OK with it. Hes probably just curious about a mans parts not actually in me. I know this. I'm OK with this. But I secretly wish he was interested in me. I put on some sleeping pants because its the right thing to do. If he wasn't here I would so be naked letting my guys get some hang time. I grab a pillow, a top sheet and a thin blanket so I can make up the couch when he is ready for bed. I walk back out with it and he is sitting and watching me as I come back in. He has on some boxer briefs. I must say they look marvelous on him. I'm thinking I am so glad I had a wank because there is no way I could see that and not get hard now if I hadn't. In my 20s, 30s, and 40s, I would have still gotten rock hard. But now I'm old at 55 and it doesn't spring to action like I'm 12 anymore. I think that's good. It makes me feel like I have more control over the thing. I know I don't but I like to think I do. I sit in my spot and he scoots next to me. I wrap my arm around him.

"So my friend I usually watch a movie in the evenings. Or if you want we can play a game or something. I have some cards somewhere.

"Can we watch the next Star Wars Movie?"

I so want to say no. But its also something he wants.

"Of course we can. I know you will love it."
He grins and I get up and find the Empire Strikes Back and put it in the player.

"You want some candy or popcorn before we get started?"
"Maybe some popcorn. I already feel like I'm in the movies."
I do have a massive TV its 75 inches and its honestly a bit much. OK its a lot much. But I like TV and I want the best I can afford. Its not an 8K but I'm watching the prices drop and I will have one of them soon. This is 4k and I really thought that they couldn't do better than this. But the 8k is just well amazing. Its my understanding that the AI in the TV makes everything you watch on it high def. So those old movies I have that are not in the best shape. Will it fix them? Its my understanding it will. I put a bag of popcorn in the microwave. I think if I should make two. But I rarely eat a half a bag so I think we will be fine. I will make popcorn eat some then put it away and eat it again another time. So I think one is fine. I grab two bottles of cold Coca Cola from the fridge. Because Coke goes with popcorn so perfectly. When its done I pour it in a bowl because I cant stand to reach in and get butter and oil all over the back of my hand. It drives me crazy. I would rather wash a bowl. I add a cup or so of peanuts to the mix and carry it all over and put it on his lap and put the Cokes on the coffee table. I don't have end tables. Maybe I should get some? He grins at me.

"Never had peanuts in popcorn before."

"Oh its something my dad used to do. I always liked it. I do it sometimes but not always."
He grabs a handful with a couple peanuts. He smiles.

"I like it."
"I'm glad." I start the movie and we munch on the popcorn. OK him more than me. But before I know it the bowl is empty.

"Want more?"
"No thank you. It was good but I've had enough."
He grabs his Coke and mine when he puts the bowl on the table and hands me mine.

"Thank you." I say and take a drink.

We continue with the movie and my arm is around him and I feel him go slack. I hear a soft snore coming from him. I guess I should have put the sheet down before we took over the couch. I cut the movie off because I really have no desire to see it. I yawn and think its time for bed. I carefully slip out from under him and lay the pillow down and lay his head on it. I cover him with a blanket and turn off the TV altogether and head to my room. I think a minute and go back. I admire his sleeping self for a minute under the blanket. I bend down and kiss his forehead.

"I love you Emilio. I hope you sleep well and dream of puppies and rainbows." I smile when I say it thinking of my little friend in America.

I see him smile in his sleep. I grin and head to bed. I some how get to sleep pretty easily. I really cant say how because I sure thought I would be awake all night thinking of the nearly naked boy on my couch and my desire for him. But I fall asleep and sleep really well. I do wake up at some point in the night and feel Emilio next to me. I cover up his bare shoulders because its a little chilly tonight and I put my arm over him under the covers. I snuggle up to him and he is so warm and so soft. I am thinking as I doze back off. I wake up around 6 and I'm on my back and his hand is on my cock. I'm sure its not on purpose but Oh my God. Now that I have realized it my poor cock is throbbing. I feel his fingers squeeze down on it and I nearly cum right then. I quickly slip out of bed because I don't want to embarrass myself or him. Of course he wont know it because hes sleeping. But still. I'm 55 years old I shouldn't cum that fast. But that is the first time in 25 years anyone but me has touched my cock. Dont care if it was an accident I will use it for wanking for a long time now, I'm sure of that. In my fantasy though I will have him awake and pulling my cock from being restrained in my sleeping pants and take it into his mouth. I will watch as his lovely ruby lips bob up and down and feel his tongue sliding up and down my pole and him sucking the head like a sucker as he gets to the top. When I walk in the bathroom I pull out my cock and stroke it about twenty five times and blast the toilet seat with my cum. I seriously came so hard I heard it hit. After I finally manage to pee. I was hard as an 11 year old boy. I pee and don't flush because I don't want to wake him. I slip through my room to the living room and I notice a tent in the sheets and I also see some rhythmic hand manipulations going on. Oh my god he is having a jerk. I hear him moan softly and I slip into the living room. I cant help but to peer in and watch him work his rod. I have a plan in my hand though so it looks like I'm doing something if he opens his eyes and sees me. I watch and my poor cock is risen again. Good lord it thinks its 11 again like his. I see his hand speed up and hear him moaning. My God I want to put it in my mouth and hear that. Have him pump into my mouth until hes reached his climax. I hear him whispering something though cant make it out. I see his body stiffen and his hand stops as he moans out his pleasure. I quickly go to the kitchen. Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. I keep thinking. I cant believe I saw that. I am a witness to him jerking off. Oh my god. It is more than I had ever hoped or dreamed for with him. I certainly hope that I will see that again. I just cant get it out of my head. Ha him touching my cock was nothing. That was amazing. I think it may have been the best thing I have seen in 25 years. The best is me watching my cock sink into my 10 year old lover so many years ago. I start making some charizzo. I get out some tortillas I got yesterday from my lunch cart lady. She makes the best tortillas I have ever had. Yes think of tortillas not Emilio's cock in his hand and him beating it to pleasure. No stop thinking about that. I need my cock to go down and quickly because I just heard the toilet flush. Oh geez Louise. I reach down and tuck it under the waist band so its not just poking straight out being super obvious. He walks into the living room and sees me and smiles and walks to me. Its kind of an open floor plan as in the kitchen and dining room are pretty much the same room. But I have an island where the stove is. So I can actually cook and watch TV at the same time. Which I have done more than a time or ten. He walks up to me and wraps his arms around me and pushes against me. Oh holy snikeys. My cock is pressing right against his tummy and chest. Oh lord what am I gonna do. I do all I can do and wrap my arms around him and hold him as tight as he is me. After a good minute and half he pulls away. As far as I am concerned let the fucking charizzo burn. Burn baby burn. I wanted to hold him forever and feel my cock pressing against him. He looks down at my cock.

"Oh he is trying to escape."

I look down and the complete head of my cock is poking out. I start to reach down to fix it but he beats me to it. He grabs the head and instead of tucking it in he pulls it to him. Making my pants slip down and expose my whole cock to him. And its in HIS hand. He slides his hand from the head to the shaft in one fluid movement.

"You are very big papi." He looks up at me with those big eyes.

Oh my goodness.

"No its a little more than average. Its about 7 inches."

"He is fat though."
"Maybe a little."

I guess its exploration time for him because he reaches with his other hand and says as he does

"I bet your juevos are big too."
He pulls the front of my pants down to expose my balls. Which are normal sized I guess. I mean I've seen porn and they are about the same as theirs.

"They are huge."
"No they are normal I'm afraid. They just look huge because they are full grown and you are comparing them to yours. Which are still growing."

"You think so?"
"Pretty sure of it buddy."
I quickly stir the charizo because I really don't want it to burn. It will stink up the shop too I imagine. He is staring at my cock and playing with my balls and he gives my cock a little squeeze. I see a bit of precum breach the head of my cock.

He looks at me and gives a mischievous smile. I am thinking what is he thinking and as soon as I get that thought out he reaches forward and swipes his tongue over the slit and tastes my precum.

"I wondered what it tastes like. I just shoot a little bit. I bet you shoot liters."
"No not that much for sure."

I start to say play time is over when he pushes himself against me for a hug. I feel my naked cock press against his smooth tummy and chest. My god it is amazing. I cant believe how amazing it feels. Just him pressing his body against me is surely what heaven must feel like. He pulls back quickly.

"Do you think mines OK. I mean is it big enough for my age and what about my juevos?" He says as he pulls back and shows me his boy bits. Solid as can be.

"I think they look fine. Now let me finish supper before we have to open the shop."
"You said supper." He says giggling.

"I had other things on my mind." I say laughing.

"No really feel mine and see if its normal."
"I think it would be better after breakfast. That way its soft."
"He may start that way but he wont stay that way for long."
"I'm sure not." I say and tuck my cock back in its place.

I put the eggs in a different skillet and get the to cooking. I'm thinking if I didn't. know better he is trying to seduce me. But I know better. Hes an 11 year old boy full of questions and curious about things. Especially cocks. Because he already told me hes gay. Everyone knows he is gay. He sure doesn't try to hide it. He isn't effeminate. OK just a smidgen. But not overly fem. I think the English use the term camp. He isn't that. But there is slight lilt to his voice on certain words. So of course he is curious. He will completely forget about the inspection by the time his belly is full. Of that I am sure of. I get it all together and put it on some tortillas and add some picante and he grabs him some mango juice. I made sure I have plenty on hand. I grab myself a coffee and we each grab our plates and go to the table and enjoy breakfast. I finish the last of my juice and get up and rinse off my plate. He does the same when he is done. I look at the time. Good lord its only 6. What time did we get up? 5:15 is my guess. That's fine for me. He will be tired later I'm sure. That's fine he can go have a nap on the couch while I'm working if he needs one.

"Hes all soft." he says and pulls his boxer briefs down showing me his glory.

" I can see that now."
He runs over and hops on the couch and lays back and he pulls down his undies and slips them off. I just stand there and stare at him.

"What?" He says after a minute of me staring.

"Its just you are so beautiful. So perfect."
I see him blush.

"You think so?"
"Oh my yes."
"Well, come check me."
I walk over and I feel his penis and its gets hard in my hand.

"Well, that seems to be working very well."
"Yes he gets hard fast, and a lot."
"I remember when I was your age. It will do that for a long time to come."
I feel his sack and his balls. I really am checking him. I'm enjoying the shit out of it. But I am checking him.

"Everything seems perfect buddy."
"What about the head. You didn't. look at the head and foreskin."

He says pouting.

I reach up and pull the foreskin back and reveal a moist lovely head. I slip the foreskin up and down a few times to make sure it works right. He lets out a moan as I do.

"It seems in good shape buddy. Will give you years of pleasure." I say still sliding his foreskin back and forth over his head. I realize I'm jerking him off and stop.

"Oh don't stop. Its nice."
Unlike Star Wars I really, REALLY want to do this.

"Alright but just this one time. We cant keep doing this. OK?"
"If you say so."
"I do."

I take his cock in my hand and start slipping my hand up and down with a nice grip. My god he is so lovely. I am loving this but it cant continue if I adopt him. Can it? No it cant I decide. I keep stroking him and he asks me breathless.

"You ever have anyone um suck it before?"
"Yes."
"I never have."
"Still not going to." I answer.

"But if its only the one time." He reasons.

In my head I think. He has a point it is going to be just the once. I do so want to taste his cum now that I know he shoots a little. I don't want to be thinking years down the road. I wish I had done that so without hesitation after I think. Which I suppose was a hesitation I move down and take his cock into my mouth pushing the foreskin back with my lips and take him all the way in.

"OH papi." He moans out.

I don't know what turned me on more. His saying that or me sucking his cock. I work it with experience. Although its been a good while I can still suck cock. Its like riding a bike. A little rusty at first then it all comes back to you. I am working his cock and rubbing his balls and I'm thinking if its just once. I reach below his balls and start playing under and he spreads his legs And I move his leg up exposing his hole and quickly suck in my finger and put my hand back with my slick finger. I work around his hole with my finger as I'm working his cock. I slip my finger in and find his prostate in a second. I bump it a few times and he shouts out loud even.

"OH PAPI!!!!" I feel his ass tighten and feel his cock pulsing and feel a couple drops of his boy nectar hit my tongue. Oh my what a reward. The flavor is amazing. If you could reproduce this flavor you would be rich overnight. I keep bumping his prostate as I feel his cock spasm in my mouth. I suck him and work his tight hole until I can see he is to the point its just too good and he cant stand it anymore. I lift off and slide my finger from his hole. I sit up and he looks at me with glassy eyes.

"Oh papi."

He is panting and I am loving watching his chest rise and fall. His beautiful dark nipples. His cock going flaccid and looking just as wonderful as ever. His balls pulling away from his body slowly. Just boy perfection. In my mind anyway. He sits up and scoots over sitting on my lap and wraps his arms around me.

"Oh papi I never felt anything so good before."

I hold him to me gently running my fingers up and down his back with one hand the other arm is wrapped around him.

We sit like that I would guess half an hour. I am figuring he went back to sleep. It was pretty early.

"Papi I really love you a lot."
"Emilio I love you a lot too."

Its silent a few minutes. He breaks it again.

"I want you to be my real papi."

I pull him tight to me.

"I have been asking how to do that."
He pulls back and looks at me with big eyes.

"Really?"
"Yes. I talked to the father and the sister. They told me that I can maybe adopt you. But its not an easy process. It can take months almost a year sometimes."
"I don't care. I will wait as long as it takes." He says wrapping his arms around my neck and kisses my cheek. He lays his head on my shoulder. I'm thinking I need to call a lawyer on Monday and find out what all I have to do. Seems like no matter where you are in the world if you want to do anything a lawyer gets a cut of it. Don't get me wrong there are good lawyers. They aren't that bad. But it just seems like they get a lot.

I see its pushing 6:30.

"Come on we got to get dressed. Mass starts in half an hour."
"Mass?!?! Its Saturday."
"Yeah and I've been going to old lady mass most of the week. I kind of like starting my day off with God. Seems like it makes my day better. That and I don't think it would hurt any if when the judge asks the priest if he thinks I would be a good father if we go to mass all the time. What do you suppose he will say?"
He jumps off my lap and grabs his bag.

"What are you waiting on. We are going to be late." He tells me.

I laugh and get up and go put on a suit and tie. We walk to the church him holding my hand and swinging it back and forth. We get to the church I walk in and hand him a couple coins and drop a few in the box He follows suit and does the same. We both light a candle and I'm sure pray for the same thing. We finish and go find a seat. I'm thinking if I come to mass everyday I'm going to need more suits, and Emilio will need more dress shirts and slacks. Something to think about doing tomorrow on my day off when we go shop. After mass is over we walk to the priest who is by the door shaking hands with the old ladies as they walk by. We walk up.

"I see you are having a good influence on this young man here." He says to me making Emilio smile.

"Hes very good to me father."
I rub the top of his head.

"Father do you know any good adoption attorneys?"
"I have some names in my office. Come with me I will get them for you."
"Cant father. I know people are waiting for me to open like every day. I can get them tomorrow after mass."

"Yeah father we can get it tomorrow. We got customers waiting. It is Saturday after all." Emilio says to him.

The priest laughs at him.

"Yes I noticed you are here on Saturday. I also noticed others were here almost all week. I think you two have a good affect on each other."
"Yes father." We answer in unison.

Why is it no matter how old I am when I'm talking to a priest I feel like I'm five years old?

"Tomorrow then." He says and pats us both on the shoulders and we leave and get to the shop.

"You know if you are going to mass everyday you should open later." One guy tells me.

"I do. You just don't know it until you get here. I'm only five minutes late anyway. Whats so urgent anyway?"
"Diapers."
"Oh my yes that is urgent." I say and pull the door open and he goes to the diapers. I sell them just slightly above cost. About what the super stores here charge for them. I'm not trying to make money off of something people kind of need. Now the larger sizes for like 2 year olds I charge full price for. Time to get them out of diapers by that age. I figured it might help. But my sales on those aren't bad either. I ring him up and he races off. The other two guys get their drinks for their work day and head off.

The day goes pretty normal until around 10.

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It took a little while. But Esteban,(Steve) finaly got to suck him off. Will it be the only time? Of course not silly. This is my story and my world. I hope you are continuing to enjoy the story.

I was reading anothre story. Its not usually what I would read but its pretty dam intersting its titled. Whats it Worth. Its only two chapters so far. But its intersting and I cant wait to see where its going.

A lot of you have said you have enjoyed seeing Eric and the boys intertwined into the story. Well in a way its because Im lazy and didnt want to create new characters. But also because I know that you guys love them. Also the fact to keep them in your heads because Andrew and Tux are working on a new Transtions story that will start posting soon. When? you ask. I dont know but soon. I know they have some written. I know that Ansrew is liek me and likes to have a few chapters ahead so if he gets stuck he can still post in a timely manner. It happens. Not often for me but it does. Its why I quit writing Premonitions. I was just constantly stuck. I kept thinking of diferent scenerios and jsut decided its best to leave it where it is for now. But I do have some ideas for a new story for it. Maybe it will be next. I am working on a story that will be on Amazon. Its a straight romance novel. Sorry Im selling out for a house. Well I hope it sells well enough for a house. I do have a few others that I will be posting on Amazon to make some money soon as well. I think if and its a big IF I focus ont ehm I will have them posted for sale by the end of the year. So three books. Only one is romance. The other is about a boy who is struggling with everyone being gay. His father is the worst thinking he can beat the gay out of him. So thats what im working on.

Love you guys and thanks for the emails. As Andrew says we as writers post and dont want to hear crickets. They sound nice but we crave attention for our work. OK the last part is mine.

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Eric