Lucky Mr. Peters
Chapter 4
"I think you'd better wait. I want to show you the villa where I'm going to live and I don't think I'd want to drive you around naked."
"If the taxi driver is gay he may not even mind," Allejandro retorted.
"We're not taking a taxi, I bought myself a car yesterday," I said, sticking my tongue out. We were having fun here.
"Well, hurry up then, old man, I don't have all day," he said, making a mad dash for the front door.
"I'll get you for that, young man, one of these days."
"Promises, promises."
As we stepped into the elevator we were both still laughing. I pushed the button that would take us all the way down to the garage.
As we were getting close to the parking space I noticed that Allejandro's legs had stopped working and his jaw had dropped to the floor. "No way, is that your new car?"
"Yup, do you like it?"
"It's awesome!" he said, jumping around as his legs had obviously regained their ability to move.
As we took our seats in the car I guess he had quick fired close to a 1,000 questions at me.
"Calm down Allejandro, or you'll end up having a heart attack and having to take a bunch of pills just like me."
His excitement wound down a little but not much. As we were nearing the villa and I used the remote to open the gate to the private road he was becoming very quiet. Pressing a button on a second remote, one of the garage doors opened smoothly and I parked the car inside.
As I turned off the ignition I turned to Allejandro and saw he was staring at me somewhat bewildered. "Are you really going to live here?"
"Yes," I said, "this is our house. Now get your skinny butt out of the car so I can show you around."
We got out of the car and walked over to the main entrance door when something finally registered in Allejandro's mind. "Why did you say 'our house'?" he asked.
I grabbed him, so I could whisper in his tiny left ear: "Mi casa es su casa." The old Spanish proverb made him snicker as we entered my home.
I guided him through the lower level, ground floor and garden area first. When he saw the heated pool, he got real excited and the whirlpool got him close to going crazy. I almost had to drag him to the stairs that led to the upper floor.
I showed him the three 'regular' bedrooms first before leading him into what I considered to be the 'master', with the two walk-in closets. I moved him close to the bed before hugging him from behind.
"What side would you like to sleep on? That one or that one?" I asked, pointing first to the left, then the right side of the bed.
He turned around in my arms and smugly said: "I like the middle with you on top of me!" With that he let himself fall backwards onto the bed, pulling me with him.
We kissed deeply as he hugged me as close to him as possible and I could feel his hard pecker in his shorts poking into me. He let go of me and I pushed myself upward on my hands to look down on his face.
Allejandro surprised me by putting his right index finger on my lower lip. I opened my mouth and took it in, sucking on it for a while. He smiled widely as his finger was once again free and I heard him whisper: "Please!"
I rolled off of him, got up and kneeled in front of the bed end. He lifted his buttocks and I quickly pulled down his shorts and briefs, leaving them around his ankles. I drew him a bit closer, spreading his knees on either side of me as I did. His boycock was standing straight up quivering and I quickly engulfed it with my mouth, taking the opportunity to push up his t-shirt so I could play with his nipples with my fingers.
I wanted Allejandro to last a bit longer, so I let his cock slip and turned my full attention at this balls and perineum. As I did he began to squeal and writhe and his right hand tried to grab his own dick, but I swatted it away. From the noises he made I knew he was getting very close, so it was time to put him out of his 'misery'.
Milking the last bit of cum from his deflating member I heard a big sigh from Allesandro and I finished by planting a kiss on the base of his boyhood. I laid down beside him, resting on my left elbow, my right hand caressing his belly and chest. His arms were resting above his head, his eyes were closed and a crooked smile adorned his mouth. I kissed it lightly and as I retracted his eyes opened dreamily.
"I guess we have initiated our bedroom," I said.
He shook his head and pushed me down on my back: "Not yet."
He pulled down my sweatpants and briefs, taking them completely off. He signaled with his head that I had to scoot up on the bed and as I did he got rid of his t-shirt and the clothes that had rested around his ankles. He nestled between my legs and looked at me as he bent down and until his mouth touch the tip of my cock. Then his eyes closed and most of my prick disappeared between his lips.
After a short while he pulled back, examining his handiwork. Clearly not satisfied, he dribbled a bit more spit onto it before straddling me. He pulled off my t-shirt, lifted himself up and grabbed my cock to point it at the target he intended for it. It only took a little pressure before I popped inside of him and he slid down to take it all. He started a slow rocking motion and as he did I saw his boyhood rise again. I simply grabbed hold of it and mimicked his motions.
Our speed picked up way too fast for my liking, but when I saw and felt my young lover shoot his spunk onto my belly, I lost it. As I lay there, coming down from my high, I hadn't really noticed that Allejandro had licked up his own spillings. That is until he kissed me and we were seriously swapping cum and saliva.
After an undetermined period of time, we both swallowed and I opened my eyes to see Allejandro looking back at me with a 'troubled' expression.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"I have to go to the toilet, I think you made me pregnant," he said, his face turning into a grin. And with that he got up and scurried to the bathroom.
A few minutes later he returned, straddled me again and proclaimed: "Now our bedroom is initiated!"
I pulled him into me and whispered: "Yes, it is, but the bathroom hasn't yet and the shower is big enough for both of us." Almost instantaneously I could feel him becoming hard again so we got up and went to the bathroom together.
Half an hour later we were driving back to the apartment. On our way, we stopped at a local supermarket to stock up on mostly foodstuff and drinks. After our intense morning/afternoon session we just enjoyed each other’s company until around 9 pm, when Allejandro told me he had to get home. We parted ways with a show of attraction I had not experienced before and after he had left I just sat on the couch, numb.
The next few days went by pretty fast. I met up with Allejandro whenever we both could. The villa was prepared for me to move into by an interior decorator I had hired and I finalized some business with both the real estate agent and the attorney.
The four of us celebrated on a Saturday afternoon with Champagne and a final tour of the villa. We said our goodbyes on the private road where all their cars had been parked. The last spot in my two garages had been taken by a Mercedes-Benz GLS I had bought as a shopping car, the SLS AMG not being quite suited for it.
Close to 6 pm the doorbell rang and I knew it had to be Allejandro. I had been looking forward to this ever since he'd said he could come and didn't need to be home until the next day. As I opened the door though I did get a big surprise, it was Allejandro, but in his arms, he held a big bunch of red roses.
"What on earth are those for?" I asked him.
"There are 40 of them," he said, "one for every day since we met."
As his words resounded in my mind, tears started to wet my cheeks. He brushed past me and put the flowers down on a side table before turning back to me. I had been unable to really move, just turn to follow his movements.
When he saw me crying a worried look crossed his face. "What's wrong?"
Regaining the power to move my limbs I just walked towards him and took him into my arms, lifting him from his feet. With his arms around my neck and his legs around my waist he repeated his question.
"Nothing is wrong, Allejandro," I told him, "I just now realized how much I really love you. Does that make any sense?"
I could feel him just nodding his head into my shoulder. "That first evening at the hotel, you were the first to ever suck me. Other men, they just fucked me and left, but you sucked me and made me feel good first."
I had regained a hold on my emotions by then and said: "You'd better get back on your own two feet or we'll tumble over. The marble floor here will not make for a soft landing."
After a bit more snuggling I went and found a vase to put the flowers in and placed it prominently in the middle of the dining table. We enjoyed a relaxed dinner and afterwards Allejandro was keen to try out the whirlpool. Of course, one thing led to another and after a long night I awoke with my usual morning boner.
I took care of my morning business, letting Allejandro sleep in. I was about to pour myself my first cup of coffee, when Allejandro walked into the kitchen. He was as naked as the day he was born and sporting a healthy hard-on.
"I normally take my coffee black, but I'll take some of that milk if you'll let me," I said.
Soon I was rewarded with two nice jets of boy spunk. It was more than I had expected in the light of our exploits the previous evening and night. Afterwards we had breakfast and enjoyed some cuddling time, before Allejandro had to catch a bus to go back home.
I would have driven him, but the real estate agent had set up an interview with a cleaning lady that afternoon and I wasn't sure if I'd be back in time to receive her.
Maria was a very friendly woman in her early thirties. After showing her around she said she could take care of everything, it would only take a few hours twice a week. We agreed that she'd come in on Monday and Thursday, from 10 am until 2 pm. Those hours would allow her to bring her son to school and be back in time to also pick him up.
Two weeks later it was getting close to Allejandro's birthday and I knew exactly what he wanted. I had checked out a local scooter shop and found a very nice Piaggio that I thought would be perfect. I ordered one to be delivered at the villa a day before Alljandro's actual birthday. I had even taken care of everything, including the insurance and a sturdy helmet. Even though most boys in Spain drove their scooters without helmets, I wanted Allejandro to be safe.
After the scooter got delivered I put a large tarp over it, so Allejandro wouldn't see it when he came into the grounds later.
It was close to 5 pm when the doorbell rang. We kissed and snuggled like we usually did before I addressed him: "I know your birthday is tomorrow, but since you can't be here then, I want to give you my present now."
Allejandro smiled broadly and started to drag me towards the stairs to 'our' bedroom.
I told him that for this present we would have to go outside and he gave me one of his famous puzzled looks. I took him outside and told him his present was underneath the tarp and he should see for himself. As he revealed his present he was dumbfounded.
"Is this for me?" he stammered.
"Yes, it is," I replied, "But you have to promise me to wear the helmet when you drive on it."
"What helmet?"
I lifted the seat and showed him where the helmet was stored. The salesman had convinced me that the model was all the rage and he was proven right. Allejandro donned the helmet and went inside the house to look at himself in the hallway mirror. As he came back out grinning, I knew the right choice had been made.
We hugged and then Allejandro looked at me seriously: "How am I going to explain this to my parents? This scooter is worth more than my father’s old car."
I could see his dilemma and my brain was going into overdrive to come up with a reasonable explanation. As we entered 'our' bedroom and Allejandro started undressing, more pressing matters took precedent in my head.
It was one-minute past midnight when Allejandro drove off on his new scooter. He was officially 16 and he was insured, it was all legal. The big question hadn't been answered yet but I was sure he would be able to come up with something.
Two days later I learned that he had actually just told them the truth, sort of. It was a present from a very rich 'boyfriend', but he tactfully managed to omit the actual age difference.
Over the next few months a routine had settled in. On Monday and Thursday, Maria would come in to clean the house and I had learned to recognize the sound of the scooter as Allejandro would drive up the private road to the villa.
I had no idea how much my life was going to change when one Monday morning Maria came in absentmindedly.
TBC