Lucky Mr. Peters
Chapter 20
On our way to the International School on Tuesday morning, Fernando looked more than a bit nervous. I had told him about the test over dinner the previous evening and he'd been apprehensive ever since. No matter how often I, Rafael or Allejandro told him not to worry, he still did.
We arrived with time to spare and I guided him to the administration's office, keeping an arm around him all the way. The secretary greeted us warmly and told Fernando she was looking forward to greeting a new and handsome student soon. I could see Fernando's face turn red as she said it.
Soon one of the faculty staff came to take Fernando to be tested. I told the secretary I'd be in the cafeteria and made my way over there. At 10.10 I heard a bell ring and it seemed like all hell broke loose. Students came pouring into the cafeteria. I was soon joined by Rafael, Allejandro and a blond haired boy, whom Rafael introduced as Hugo.
They told me it was their 10-minute mid-morning break, so they'd come to find me. I could definitely discern Hugo's German accent, so I asked him in German where he was from. He told me he was originally from Dresden, but that his parents had moved around a lot. Both his parents were big-shot consultants and had now settled down in Marbella.
Both Rafael and Allejandro were looking at us wide-eyed and wanted to know what we'd said.
"Now you guys know what I feel like when you lot go off in Spanish," I said, giving Hugo a quick wink.
He started to laugh and told me their rapid Spanish was a real nightmare for him too sometimes.
"You speak and understand German?" Rafael asked incredulously.
"Yes, I do. In school I had to learn English, German and French. I never liked French though, so I dropped that as soon as I could."
We talked a little more, but at 10:20 the bell rang again and the boys went back to their classes.
Rafael had been right about Hugo, he was very pretty indeed. I could certainly understand why he felt attracted to him.
It was close to 11 when Fernando was guided into the cafeteria by the faculty member that had previously took him. Once again, I was told we'd be fetched later to be informed about the results. I got another cup of coffee for myself and tea for Fernando. We settled in to wait.
Fernando got through with flying colors and would be placed in the same class as Rafael. He would be able to start the very next day, but the head master made it clear that he expected there'd be no more incidents.
We picked up his books and then I took a very relieved Fernando shopping for his uniforms and other school stuff. Allejandro drove up on his motorcycle, just as we exited the garage.
He ran up to us, asking about the results. Fernando just showed him one of his new uniforms and was almost crushed in a bear hug. I told them it was time for lunch, but inside Pietro was waiting for us. The good news was quickly conveyed.
"Congratulations, you big stud," Pietro said, giving Fernando's crotch a slight squeeze.
Fernando got beet red almost immediately, not really knowing how to react.
Allejandro and I just snickered at Pietro's antics and Fernando's reaction.
During lunch, things settled down. Pietro left soon afterwards and shortly after Allejandro came up to me. He asked me if I'd bought Fernando a helmet, so he could ride to school with him the next day. Of course, I'd forgotten all about that, so Fernando would come with me to pick up Carlos and I'd get him outfitted on the way home.
Everything went as planned, but after dinner Rafael wanted to talk to me, in private. We went into the study and I could see Rafael was nervous.
"Do you know the German words for 'I love you'?" he asked.
I told him I did, then asked him if this had something to do with Hugo. He nodded and said it felt like he had a stomach ache all the time he was near him.
It took a good 20 minutes for Rafael to learn how to say 'Ich liebe dich', so it would make some sense to an average German. I then showed him how to put the words in writing, spelling them correctly. He then decided that writing a note and handing it to Hugo would be the best way and I had to agree with him.
Wednesday afternoon I had my normal session with Carlos. I wasn't quite comfortable with tying him up, but he was adamant. Afterwards he was as happy as a little puppy, hugging and thanking me.
It was close to 3 pm when Rafael burst into the house. He grabbed me by the hand and pulled me into the study, closing the door behind us. He produced a wrapped-up piece of paper from his uniform pocket, asking me what it said. I unwrapped it to reveal the hand-written message it contained. I had to hand it to Hugo, he was a smart kid, writing back in German.
I asked Rafael to hand me his tablet, which he fished from his backpack. I then told him he could translate it himself, just like he would with English words. He typed in the words and then I showed him how to choose German as the source language.
He stared at the given translation for a little while.
"Does it really say that?" he asked softly.
"Yes, 'Ich liebe dich auch' means 'I love you too'."
"Could you leave me here alone, I want to call him."
I told him it wouldn't be a problem and that I'd make sure the other boys wouldn't bother him either.
I left the study to find the other three on the couch. Carlos and Allejandro both looked puzzled, but Fernando was all smiles.
"Did they finally work it out?" Fernando asked.
"And who would 'they' be?" I asked Fernando.
"Rafael and Hugo of course! The whole class knows they're in love. You should have heard some of the girls talk about how cute they look together."
"I did see you sitting with that bunch of girls during lunch break," Allejandro said, almost accusingly.
"If you get to a new school, talk to the girls first, they know all the gossip. They're pretty sure about you two being into other guys." Fernando replied, still smiling.
"You didn't tell them anything, did you?" Allejandro asked, suddenly panicked.
"Don't worry, I only listen and don't tell," Fernando said, reassuringly.
Carlos had been following the conversation and by now was doubled up laughing.
I told the three of them to calm down, so Rafael would get the privacy he needed. They all complied, somehow understanding Rafael's plight.
After about 15 minutes, Rafael stuck his head out of the study and asked me to come in again. I did, closing the door behind me before sitting down.
"Hugo has asked me to come over on Saturday for dinner, to meet his parents. They know he's gay and have no problem with it. I told him I'd have to talk it over with you, because of the move and such."
"The move will be over way before dinner time, so that won't be a problem. So, the real question is if you want to go or not."
"I don't know. What if they don't like me?"
"Do you think that would change how you feel about Hugo, or even how he feels about you?"
He thought for a minute, before shaking his head.
"Could you bring me there and pick me up? I think I'll be too nervous to go there on the moped."
"I think that can be arranged. We can take the SLS, so they won't think you're after their money. But I want to talk to Hugo's parents also, just to make sure they're ok with it."
Rafael called Hugo back immediately and told him he'd come, but that I wanted to talk with his parents first. Rafael handed me his cell phone and in German I asked Hugo to let me talk to one of his parents. I got his mother on the other end and had a very pleasant conversation with her. It was agreed that I'd drop off Rafael around 5 and pick him up again around 9. I handed the phone back to Rafael and he said goodbye to his friend.
Since Rafael hadn't been able to understand what had been said, I summarized what I'd agreed to with Hugo's mother. He flew off his chair and hugged me fiercely.
On route to the lawyer's office on Friday morning I felt some jitters. I needn't have worried as everything went off without a hitch. Soon after the signing, the old owners left, needing to take care of some urgent financial business. It left just me, the lawyers and my agent to enjoy a glass of champagne.
Afterwards I quickly made for the 'old' house, where I surveyed the stack of boxes that had accumulated over the last few days. At the last minute I decided to 'chuck it' and called in a moving company.
They were there within 30 minutes and made short work of the boxes. We brought them over to the new house, where they were again neatly stacked in the hallway. I gave the movers each a generous tip and made my way back to the 'old' house when I noticed the time.
I diverted and picked up Carlos, before going back. When we arrived Rafael and Fernando had already changed and were waiting for us. I told them to pack up as much of their remaining stuff, except for the clothes they were going to wear the next day.
Allejandro came in a little later and asked me what had happened to all the boxes. I told him I'd already had them moved to the new house, so we wouldn't be wasting time the next day. He just smiled at me and went up the stairs to get changed.
Both before and after dinner the house was in a flurry of activities. When we were finally done there were 6 new boxes in the hallway. Everything was packed, except for a change of clothes, toothbrushes and the like. In the morning I would rent an SUV, so Pietro and Mauricio could still use the Mercedes to move their stuff. It was our last night in the 'old' house.
Saturday morning we were up early and the whole move went off without a hitch. By midafternoon we were all but finished moving boxes around to their intended rooms. Over the course of the afternoon, Rafael kept reminding me that I had promised to bring him over to Hugo's home. He had kept a change of clothes separate for his 'date' and at 4.15 I told him to get changed. A little past 4.30 we were under way, the navigational computer giving me instructions.
At 4.50 we arrived at the address I'd been given. I was happy to see it wasn't a grand villa, it actually looked more like a summer home. Before getting out, Rafael gave me a quick kiss and I wished him a pleasant evening.
When I got back, the remaining boys wanted to go out for dinner. I thought it was a good idea to celebrate the move, so I called Pietro and Mauricio on the house phone. Since they were just wrapping up, they decided to join us. We all cramped into the Mercedes and went to a small French restaurant. I think they all crunched, when they saw me eating my escargots* in garlic sauce. I couldn't even convince Allejandro to try one.
When we got home it was time for me to go and pick up Rafael, so I quickly changed cars and drove off. As I got to the house, I could see Rafael and Hugo in the lights of the front porch, embracing and kissing. Not wanting to honk the horn, I just flashed my headlights a few times. Both boys came over and after Rafael took his seat, Hugo thanked me for letting him visit. I told him he should come to our place too, before he turned around and went back into the house.
Rafael immediately wanted to know what we'd said as it had been in German. I told him and he gave me a big smile. He asked me if we could just stop somewhere before going home, so we could talk and I did.
"Did you enjoy your visit?" I asked him, after I stopped the car.
"Yes, his parents are really friendly. But when Hugo took me to his room I realized I don't have a room like that. I think I'd like to have a room of my own."
"Does that mean you don't want to sleep with Carlos and Fernando anymore?"
"No, I love sleeping with them. It's just that I want a room where I can hang up my pictures, my posters, put down my own stuff. A room I can go to when I want to be alone."
"I'm sorry I never thought of it, but I think that's an excellent idea. I think Fernando would like to have a room that's totally his own too. Since we have plenty of rooms now, it shouldn't be any problem."
"There's one more thing." Rafael said.
"Ok, I'm listening."
"Well, Hugo and I just talked tonight, we didn't want to do anything with his parents close by. I kinda told him that I wanted him to fuck me. He said he'd love to, but that he wanted me to fuck him too."
"So, what's the problem? I'm pretty sure you've done it with Carlos plenty of times before Fernando came along. Are you telling me you didn't like fucking Carlos?"
"No! I just thought with boyfriends only one would do the fucking."
"Most guys are actually quite versatile. I don't like to be fucked and I think neither does Fernando. I also don't see Carlos ever fucking Pedro. But even Allejandro fucked Carlos and I'm sure he liked it. You shouldn't get hung up on this top or bottom thing, reality isn't that black and white."
"So, it's not weird?"
"Not at all. As long as you both enjoy what you're doing together. That's all that counts. Now, are you ready to go home, it's getting a bit chilly."
Rafael just flashed me a big grin and nodded. Deep inside he was still just an insecure teenager.
When we got back home, I called the boys into the living room. I told them about Rafael's idea for each of them having their 'own bedroom'. Both Fernando and Carlos liked the idea, but Allejandro started to object, thinking it might apply to him too. I told him if he ever wanted HIS own bedroom, he'd have to move into the other guest house. The joke had to sink in, but then all the boys cracked up.
It had been a long day, so we all turned in soon after. Of course, Allejandro had come up with a bright idea of his own. We had to 'initiate' the bedroom and since it was our second house, I had to fuck him twice. It was quite late when I finally did get some sleep.
Most of Sunday was spent unpacking boxes. I was glad we'd taken the time to label them, since it made everything go a lot faster. In the afternoon Pietro and Mauricio invited us over to their 'new home' and I was impressed with what they'd accomplished. They had rearranged a lot of the furniture, just to make it their own space. It was good to see both of them happy. It also gave me some ideas of my own.
In the midst of all the activities I managed to catch Rafael on his own in his bedroom. I told him that he might want to return Hugo the favor and invite him over for dinner the next Saturday.
"Really?"
"Of course, it would be the polite thing to do." I told him.
He gave me a big hug and I was surprised when I felt my shoulder get wet.
His eyes were still watery when he let go and looked at me intently.
"Would it be ok if I called you papi?" he asked.
His question hit me like a ton of bricks and I could feel the tears well up in my eyes. I was completely lost for words and felt my knees go weak. I sat down on the bed, cheeks getting wet and my nose getting snotty.
Rafael panicked and called for the other boys, who quickly joined us.
"What did you do?" Allejandro demanded to know from Rafael.
"Nothing! I just asked him if I could call him papi."
By that time, I'd recovered just enough to grab Allejandro and Rafael's hands and pull them on the bed with me. I wiped and blew my nose on Allejandro's shirt, before I turned to Rafael.
"I would be honored if you'd call me papi," I managed to croak, putting my arms around him.
At that, both Carlos and Fernando insisted they'd be allowed to call me papi, too. All I could do was just nod, being smothered in a group hug.
"I don't care what you guys want to call Rudee, but don't any of you ever dare to call me papi, too." Allejandro said, breaking the tension.
Of course, the boys immediately started to tease him, saying he was their papi too. By that time, I had regained my composure and as Allejandro was smothered by the other boys, I went down to start dinner.
Monday morning, I said a few Hail Mary's when I saw Carlos pedal off to school on his bicycle. Not literally of course, but there was definitely a knot in my stomach.
Back in the house I was soon joined by Pietro and Mauricio, and the three of us enjoyed a cup of coffee. They asked me what I wanted them to do and I told them I hadn't given it any thought yet.
"I'm sorry guys, but this is as new to me as it probably is to you." I said.
"What about me cleaning the pool and make sure it's good to swim in?" Mauricio asked. "You two could go grocery shopping, I'm pretty sure you're running low on food too."
I thought about it for a moment, then pretended to agree. I had already decided to order most of my groceries online, not really being into shopping. When I only loaded the bare necessities in the cart at the super market, Pietro got suspicious. I explained it to him and he just shook his head and smiled.
I made a little detour on the way back, stopping at my Mercedes dealership. After I parked, I asked Pietro to come inside with me, which he did. I was greeted warmly by the owner and we were invited into his private office for coffee.
I told the dealer I was looking for another car, it couldn't be too flashy, but would still have to be representative. I was immediately presented with a few options that he thought would fit my request. I asked Pietro's opinion and he unwittingly went for a nice mid-range C-class model.
"I think you should call Mauricio and decide what color you want it to have," I told Pietro.
He just stared at me blankly, so I got out my cell phone and called Mauricio myself. It took about half a minute for him to answer.
"What color car do you like best?" I asked Mauricio, giving him the options that were on the spec sheet in front of me.
He opted for metallic blue and when I told Pietro, he just nodded. I thanked Mauricio and told him we'd be back shortly. The dealer told me he could have the model and color within a few days and I told him that would do fine.
Back in the car, Pietro got back some of his composure.
"You're not going to buy that car for us, are you?"
"Well, I can't have the two of you riding around on those rickety old bikes, what would the neighbors think. Besides, I've just paid for it and what am I going to do with a third car?"
All the way back to the house, Pietro didn't say another word. As soon as I parked though, he jumped out and disappeared. I was just sitting down for coffee in the kitchen when my two young employees came running in.
"Pietro just told me you've bought a car for us," Mauricio said, as Pietro was pouring coffee for the two of them.
"Yes, that way you guys won't have to borrow one of mine if you want to go out." I said.
"Should we start calling you papi too?" Mauricio asked, smiling broadly.
"Don't you dare!" I said.
It wasn't long after that Fernando and Rafael got home. They went to their bedrooms to change out of their school uniforms, before joining me for lunch. I really didn't know how to handle the new situation, normally Rafael and I would be alone. After lunch though he came up to me and started whispering.
"You need to show Fernando how to fuck me properly. He's a bit of a klutz and pulls out too far too fast. Carlos loves it, but it isn't that much fun for me."
I can't remember which bedroom we ended up in, but all three of us had a glorious good time.
A little past three I became a basket case. I was constantly checking the courtyard, waiting for Carlos to get home. When he finally pedaled in, I breathed a sigh of relief. I hadn't expected to see Pedro coming in after though.
TBC
* Escargots is French for snails. They’re quite delicious, but like boy cum, it’s an acquired taste.