Lucky Mr. Peters
Chapter 45
“I really don’t know yet. If his English is bad, it’ll be hard to get him into the International School. At his age, he should still be getting some kind of education, just like you and John. I think a lot will depend on how our talk will go,” I replied.
“Well, I for one wouldn’t mind having another boy of about my age around here,” Allejandro stated and I gave him a questioning look. “Don’t look at me like that. It’s just that guys of your own age group are generally easier to talk to,” Allejandro said.
“If you say so, my darling,” I whispered and gave him a quick peck on the cheek.
Some 45 minutes later, Aidan and Jordan walked in and I suggested we go into the study to talk. Allejandro and I got them and ourselves coffee before we all settled into one of the seats in the study.
“So, I assume that you know why we want to talk to you?” I asked Jordan.
“Yes, sir, I know you sometimes help gay boys who have run into some kind oftrouble,” he replied in near perfect English, surprising not just me, but also Aidan.
“I thought you couldn’t speak a lot of English?” Aidan queried, clearly amazed.
“I’ve been doing this course at the community center for the last 8 months, but since everyone else speaks Spanish I haven’t had a change to use it till now. The teacher says I’ve made a lot of progress,” Jordan smiled.
We talked for close to half an hour before Pietro knocked on the door and told us that lunch was ready. Of course, I proposed that both Aidan and Jordan would join us for lunch and they both happily accepted. Entering the dining room, I wasn’t surprised to see the twins’ faces light up at the sight of Jordan and they weren’t the only ones. I also noted that Aidan and Jordan would have to get used to the attire that Carlos, Damarion and John were wearing. All during lunch, Jordan got the third degree from the boys around the table who had a hard time believing he was only 16. By the end of lunch, though, he seemed to have been accepted by most of the boys and Allejandro gave me a sly smile.
Back in the study I asked Jordan if he’d like to join our nuthouse and he immediately looked at Aidan, who just smiled. Turning back to me, I could see he had tears in his eyes as he just started nodding his head. Aidan then proposed that he and Jordan would go to the shelter to pick up his things as well as to his old apartment to get the final bits and bobs there. We agreed and as we got ready to go to the living room, I suddenly got a hug from Jordan, thanking me for letting him live with us. I told him it was ok, and that he really should thank Aidan for telling me about his plight. He gave a sly smile and said he would. Aidan told me they’d probably be back in about two hours, depending on how much stuff Jordan had and then the two of them left.
Allejandro and I had just sat down on the couch when Carlos and Damarion walked into the living room. Their faces spoke volumes as to what was on their minds and within seconds Allejandro and I were being pulled up the stairs. I took Damarion to my bedroom as I had a pretty good idea of what he wanted and that left Carlos’ bedroom for him and Allejandro. I gave Damarion the exact same kissing treatment that he’d had the previous Sunday and he clearly loved it. Of course, I enjoyed it every bit as much, almost reveling in the amount of pleasure I could give the young boy.
After we’d cleaned up in the bathroom, Damarion pulled me towards the bed again, telling me to lie down. I did and then he crawled on top of me and put my arms around himself, almost purring.
“Will you marry me too, when I’m old enough?” he asked, sounding rather serious.
“That will be a problem, because I’m not allowed to be married to more than one person,” I whispered, holding him tight.
“That’s a stupid rule. I want to be married to you too,” Damarion said indignantly.
“Well, don’t worry. Just because we can’t get married doesn’t mean I love you any less,” I smiled, nuzzling his little neck.
Damarion giggled and I think he really enjoyed the closeness as he held on for another five minutes. We then got up and Damarion waited for me to get dressed and, like previously, insisted I carry him down the stairs. Back on the ground floor we kissed before he let go and went on down to the game room as I turned for the living room. Allejandro was already back on the couch and I took my spot next to him. As I told him about Damarion’s marriage proposal, Allejandro started laughing, at one point even holding on to his belly.
“I’m sorry, I was just picturing all those boys wanting to marry you and realized your finger isn’t long enough for all those wedding rings,” he managed to utter in between laughing fits.
“Why don’t you make yourself useful and get us each a glass of wine,” I said, acting sternly.
He did and then we started discussing the latest addition to our flock. From what we’d gathered, he hadn’t been to school for about two years and I didn’t know how that would affect his chances of getting in at the International School. He could very well end up in class with Rafael, Fernando and Hugo and I had no idea how he’d take that. At least his English wouldn’t be a problem as he quite surprised me with his ability to speak and understand the language. The fact that he’d taken it upon himself to start learning the language at the community center also bode well for his eagerness to be educated. I thought it best to discuss the issue with the principal when I called him Monday morning. Allejandro told me that his appearance shouldn’t be a problem as there were a few other boys and girls at the school who looked a lot older than they were.
Just then, Hugo walked in carrying his laptop and with an undeterminable look on his face. Asking if he could sit in between us, we made room and as he sat down, he opened up his laptop. As soon as the screen lit up, I could see a bunch of small pictures, obviously thumbnails for the selection of photographs that he’d made. They were all of Hugo and his parents, either by themselves or in different groupings, including a few that showed Hugo with both his parents. The photographs were all a reminder of far happier days and it had to have been hard on Hugo going through them. Looking at him, I could see a tear trickle down his cheek and immediately I put an arm around his shoulder, Allejandro doing the same. We just sat there for a couple of minutes as Hugo mourned his parents and we looked at the photographs.
“Aidan should be back pretty soon. Let’s show these to him when he does and see what he says,” I whispered, closing the laptop.
“Ok, I really want to go back to school on Monday. At least then things will be kind of normal again,” Hugo murmured.
“Have you caught up with the taped lessons?” I asked.
“Not yet, I thought I’d do that tomorrow, so it’ll all be fresh in my mind. That way I can do the regular homework after dinner,” he replied, giving a weak smile.
“Smart thinking. Now go down and be with your boyfriend before he starts wondering what’s going on and comes up to get you,” I smiled, giving him a soft kiss on the cheek.
Hugo put the laptop down on the coffee table, got up and after giving me and Allejandro a nod, turned and went off. Allejandro also got up and asked if I wanted another glass of wine too. I told him I could use another one, so he went into the kitchen to refill our glasses.
It was close to 4 o’clock when Aidan and Jordan walked in, they were carrying two rather large bags that I assumed contained Jordan’s belongings. As they put them down near the stairs, I told Allejandro he should show Jordan his choice of rooms. It would give me the opportunity to talk to Aidan in private and show him what Hugo had come up with. I guess he caught my drift as he intercepted Jordan and turned him around to get the bags and then they headed up the stairs.
“I take it that wasn’t by accident?” Aidan smiled as he sat down on the couch.
“No, I wanted to show you the photographs that Hugo has picked for publication,” I said, picking up the laptop and opening it.
“Damn, these will pull the rug from right underneath those lousy paparazzi. Without exclusivity, new photos won’t be worth much and should make them stop going after Hugo,” Aiden smiled after he’d seen the photographs.
“So, how do we get these out there?” I asked.
“Well, I happen to have an old friend who works for ‘El País’, the newspaper. I’m sure that, if we grant them first exclusive use, they’ll take care of further distribution, both nationally and internationally,” Aidan replied.
“Let’s do it. If it puts a stop to the madness, it’ll be worth it,” I said.
Aidan took out his cell phone and as he started dialing, he asked me for pen and paper. I went into the study to retrieve the requested items and when I returned Aidan was talking to someone in rapid Spanish. I put the pen and notepad in front of him on the coffee table and quietly asked if he’d join me in a glass of wine. He just nodded and I went to the kitchen to refill my own glass and get one for him. Returning, I saw him scribbling something on the notepad and then reading it back to the person on the other end of the line. Obviously satisfied, he put down the pen and the conversation went on a bit longer as I put his glass of wine in front of him and sat down. I could see he’d written down an email address and I assumed that’s where the photographs would have to be sent.
Being a bit impatient, I selected all the photographs I thought were the best and zipped them up in a single file. Aidan saw what I was doing, smiled and nodded his approval. It took another couple of minutes before he disconnected and let out a long sigh.
“Damn. He’s a good guy, but I’d forgotten how he can chew your ear right off,” he smiled.
I asked him if we were good to go and he affirmed that his friend was expecting the file with the photographs. Aidan opened the email program on the laptop and within just a few minutes he had typed in the address, subject, a short message and attached the zip file, then clicked the send button. Aidan told me that, with a bit of luck, the photographs would be both in print and online the next day, Monday morning at the latest. It would likely be enough to prevent the paparazzi from going after Hugo when he got off school on Monday.
“Oh this reminds me, I’d better give you the WiFi password so you can connect when you need to,” I said and wrote it down on the notepad he had used earlier.
Just then Allejandro and Jordan came back down and I told Allejandro he should show Jordan the rest of the house. As they went down to the game room, I asked Aidan if he knew anyone who could help with Russel’s situation. Asking me what the problem was, I explained to him how Russel had come to live with us.
“What were you thinking, doing something like that?” Aidan asked, shaking his head. “If you’d been caught, you could have landed in jail for human trafficking.”
“Well, we didn’t get caught and he’s here now. What I want to know is if there’s any way to change his status from illegal to legal. That way he could actually go to school and have a more normal life,” I countered.
“Uhm, I do have a colleague who specializes in immigration law. I would have to consult with him and I’ll get to that first thing on Monday. He’s got a lot of experience, so if anyone can come up with a solution, I’m sure he can,” Aidan replied, still shaking his head.
Aidan and I talked a bit more, about Hugo, Allejandro and, of course, about Jordan. I got the impression he really liked the idea of Jordan possibly getting enrolled in the International School with the other boys. He’d been forced to grow up way too early and too fast according to Aidan and needed to be able to be just a boy again. By then, it was time for dinner and Aidan happily accepted my invitation to join us, telling me that unpacking could wait until after. I wasn’t surprised to see a new seating arrangement being revealed, where Jordan was placed in between Felipe and Juanito. The overall mood around the table was pretty good, with the exception being Russel, who didn’t seem to be happy.
When dinner was over, Aidan took his leave and as the boys made for the game room, I asked Russel to stay behind. I took him with me into the study and we both sat down on the couch there. Asking me if I was angry, I told Russel about what I had discussed with Aidan earlier on the possibility of changing his illegal status. A slight smile appeared on Russel’s face as I explained that it would make it possible for him to go to school. Honestly, I admitted that I had no idea how long it would take, but assured him that we would all do our best. Maybe the other boys could help tutor him when they did their homework, till then, to help him catch up on his education. At that, Russel quickly climbed onto my lap and put his arms around my neck, holding me tight.
“It’s ok, Russel. You didn’t think I’d forgotten about you, did you?” I asked softly.
“I don’t know. Sometimes I’m afraid that I’ll be sent back,” he whispered as he started grinding his crotch against mine.
Asking him what he was doing, Russel just planted his lips on mine and started kissing me. His grinding small hips obviously had an effect on me and after about a minute of kissing, Russel asked to be ‘fucked good’. Putting him back down on the couch, I got up to get some lube from the desk drawer as Russel was rapidly undressing. A few minutes later, with his thin legs resting on my shoulders, I was pounding his little ass. Where Roque was a pretty boy, Russel had a raw beauty that was totally his own. As I shot my load into him, just after he’d released his own bit, Russel looked at me dreamily.
“I’m glad I followed you to the restaurant. I didn’t know you were rich, but all of you looked so happy,” he whispered.
“And I’m sure you’ll be happy too, it will just take some time. For now though, we’d better get decent again before someone catches us,” I smiled.
With that, we made for the bathroom, cleaned up and got ourselves dressed again. Checking the time, I thought it best to go down with Russel and let him tell the other boys I was starting a movie. As usual, the media room filled up quickly as I got the movie started. I’d chosen for ‘The Blossoming of Maximo Oliveros’ as I thought the boys would be able to relate to a 12-year-old gay boy. As some of the characters in the movie appeared on screen, a few of the boys started whistling, making me smile. I guess most, if not all of them agreed that the boy playing Maximo was hot and I couldn’t disagree with them. When the movie was finished, the boys went up the stairs, a few of them swinging their hips rather exaggeratedly, just like the boy in the movie.
As we got to the ground floor, Jordan asked me if he really had to go to bed already. I told him he didn’t and that if he wanted to, he could join me and Allejandro for a glass of wine in the living room. That brought a wide smile on his face, though he did wait at the bottom of the stairs until Juanito and Felipe were out of sight. He had just sat down when Allejandro returned from the kitchen with three glasses and an opened bottle of wine.
“Guess who’s joined Pietro and Mauricio in the whirlpool this evening?” Allejandro asked, cheerfully.
“My guess is that Aidan has found a way to entertain himself tonight,” I laughed.
“Wow, you guys have a whirlpool too?” was Jordan’s reaction.
Allejandro affirmed that we did and that there was even a tennis court at the back of the garden, but that it saw little use. Jordan just shook his head, saying he could hardly believe how lucky he was that Aidan had introduced him to us. I thought it was the right time to bring up the subject of school and was a bit overwhelmed by Jordan’s enthusiasm. He made it quite clear that he would absolutely love to go back to school and with a sly smile added that he had good memories of his last school. Allejandro in turn, immediately clarified that there was going to be no hanky panky at school. With a broad smile, Jordan then stated that he’d always taken his “friends” home with him to mess around.
Somehow, Jordan then managed to turn the conversational topic to the twins, finally asking us if we knew what they were in to. Laughing, Allejandro told Jordan that he should find out for himself but that he would have to be prepared for some kinky stuff. Jordan reacted by saying he was still trying to get his head around as to how Carlos, Damarion and John were parading around. We told him he’d get used to it, eventually, and that he was free to wear whatever he wanted too. In the end, the three of us talked for close to an hour and a half and finished the bottle of wine. We agreed that it was bedtime and when we got to the first floor parted our ways, Allejandro and I going to our bedroom and Jordan going up to the second floor to his. It took another half hour before Allejandro and I fell asleep.
Waking up on Sunday morning, I found Allejandro watching me with a smile on his face. When I asked him what he was smiling about, his hand disappeared underneath the covers and he took hold of my morning wood. As he bent over to kiss me, he pushed aside the comforter and told me not to worry as he was going to do all the work. Within minutes he had impaled himself on my hard-on and was moving up and down on it, jacking himself off. I had started caressing his naked thighs and automatically pushed up my hips every time he moved down on me. It didn’t take overly long for both of us to explode and Allejandro shot his load all over my chest and belly. He then just fell on top of me, squishing his cum in between us.
“Why do I love you so much, Rudee?” he asked in a low voice.
“I don’t know. I’m not even sure if I deserve it,” I whispered, holding him as tight as I could.
I smiled and for some reason I knew he was smiling also. We just lay there for a couple of minutes, getting sticky, before we decided it was time to get up. In the bathroom we took a quick shower together, then got dressed to face another day. When we walked into the dining room, all but the twins and Jordan were already there enjoying their breakfast. The three of them came in just a couple of minutes after us and were greeted with a lot of sniggering. I could see Jordan almost immediately growing quite red in the face, but Felipe and Juanito didn’t seem to care. They moved Jordan to the table and had him seated in between them again, which only served to make Jordan even more self-conscious. He gave me an apologetic look, but I just smiled at him, trying to convey that everything was ok.
“I’m sorry, they were in my bedroom when I walked in and things just happened,” Jordan whispered to me, as after breakfast, we moved out of the dining room.
“They didn’t rape you, did they?” I asked as softly as possible.
“No, of course not. I, uhm, I think I love them,” Jordan stammered his reply.
“Well, no harm done then,” I smiled and gave his shoulders a little squeeze.
“You’re really ok with this?” he asked, keeping his voice equally low.
“Yes, as long as it’s all consensual, I don’t care what you guys are doing up in those bedrooms,” I replied and gave him a little pat on his butt.
Jordan gave me a big smile, then hurried after the other boys who were about to descend down to the game room. I yawned and knew it was time for me to get myself another cup of coffee, so I made for the kitchen. As I entered, I found Pietro and Mauricio arguing about what to make for dinner that evening. They tried to drag me into it by asking my opinion, but I managed to stay non-commital. When I asked them about how they’d enjoyed the whirlpool with Aidan the previous evening though, they weren’t very forthcoming. As they continued bickering, I took my coffee with me into the living room, getting out of their way.
A few minutes later, Aidan walked in through the sliding doors in the living room. He told me he hadn’t unpacked his coffeemaker yet, so I directed him to the kitchen to pour himself a cup. I heard him talking with Pietro and Mauricio, but couldn’t make out what the conversation was about. As he came back into the living room he had a big smile on his face and walked over to sit down on the couch with me.
“So, you’ve been spying on us?” Aidan asked with a smile.
“No, not really. Allejandro just happened to see that you had joined Pietro and Mauricio in the whirlpool when he retrieved a bottle of wine and glasses from the kitchen,” I replied.
“Yes, I needed to take a break from unpacking and saw them out there. They were kind enough to let me join them and I must say, it was very relaxing,” Aidan smiled.
“Well, I’m just happy that it gets some use. Somehow Allejandro and I never get around to it,” I laughed.
Then Aidan asked if I’d checked the ‘El País’ website yet. Telling him I hadn’t, he took out his cell phone and started working it. I could see a big smile appear on his face and then he showed me that a few of the photographs had been put online. Aidan told me he was pretty sure that most of the international newspapers would have the photographs also by the next day. It would surely make any new photographs of no value and not worth the trouble for the paparazzi.
I told Aidan about the surprise that had been waiting for Jordan the previous evening and we shared a good laugh about that. Just then, Hugo entered the living room, saying that he wanted to go into the study to get started on his lessons. We took the opportunity to show him the photographs that ‘El País’ had chosen to publish and he looked happy about it. We then let him continue on into the study so he could get going on his school work. With our coffee finished, I offered Aidan to get us both another cup, but he declined, saying he still had a lot of unpacking to do. He left the same way he’d come in, through the glass sliding doors as it was the shortest route back to his guest house.
I did get myself another cup of coffee, then settled in to continue reading the book I’d been so engrossed in a few days earlier. As before, the world around me faded into the background, the story I was reading simply sucking me in again. It wasn’t until I heard someone sitting next to me snicker that I looked up and saw Hugo’s smiling face.
“How do you do that? I’ve been sitting here for over 5 minutes and you just keep turning pages. It almost looked like you were in some kind of trance,” Hugo mentioned.
I told him I was sorry, but that it was just something that happened whenever I was reading a good book. Hugo smiled, shook his head and said it was almost time for lunch, making me aware that I’d been reading for about three hours straight.
“Well, you’d better warn the others down in the game room too as I’m sure they’re getting hungry also,” I smiled.
Just as Hugo disappeared, Pietro walked in to tell me that lunch was ready.
TBC