Lucky Mr. Peters
Chapter 54
I could see Allejandro had a broad smile on his face as he came back to join us.
“I guess that went down well with the gang?” I asked.
“You heard them all cheering I take it. But let me tell you right now, neither you or I are getting the whole story here!” Allejandro replied.
“Do we ever?” I questioned, rhetorically.
“I guess not,” Allejandro replied as he sat back down with us.
I was quite happy that dinner and the rest of the evening passed without further incident. Allejandro and I had checked for email messages after dinner and both our prospective wedding planners had given us options. We chose to see the most promising one on Thursday evening and the second one on Friday evening, both somewhere around 7 o’clock. When we were having our late-night glass of wine though, my curiosity got the better of me.
“Did you and John fool around this afternoon, when I was off with Russel?” I asked.
“Would you be mad at us if we did?” Allejandro questioned in return.
“No, a bit jealous maybe, but certainly not mad,” I replied.
“Well, I think we would have if we’d known you were staying out for as long as you did,” Allejandro said, showing a bit of a naughty smile.
“I wouldn’t have blamed you. I know John is special to you, much like Carlos is to me. I think both of them should have a prominent role in our wedding,” I said, putting an arm around Allejandro’s shoulder.
“Yes, that would be a good idea. I can’t explain it, but I always feel like I have to protect John. I know it sounds crazy, but I can still remember how sad he looked when I first talked to him in that fancy restaurant we went to,” Allejandro said, slightly emotional.
“We’re two peas in a pod, you know. You’re not just beautiful on the outside, but even more so on the inside,” I smiled.
“When you gave me that 50 Euro tip at breakfast that day, I thought you were trying to buy me. I knew that wasn’t the case when you woke me up the following morning,” Allejandro reminisced.
At that moment I suggested we’d better go to bed, so we finished our wine and went upstairs. No matter how often it happened, making love to Allejandro was always special and that evening was no exception.
Wednesday morning we were running a bit late and most of the boys were already having breakfast when Allejandro and I walked into the dining room. There was the usual snickering from some of the boys, but that quickly died down when Allejandro gave them the ‘evil eye’. I truly loved how he could shut them up with just a simple look. After breakfast the boys went upstairs to change into their school clothes or uniforms and I was a bit surprised to see Russel also disappear up the stairs. After I’d seen off the majority, I found the twins, Roque and Russel all sitting on the couch in the living room, all four with their uniforms on.
“Why are you wearing your uniform?” I asked Russel, curious to hear his explanation.
“I want to show them I’m ready to go to school. Also, nobody will know I’m only there to be tested,” Russel replied, applying his own logic.
I told him we still had half an hour before we had to leave and I was definitely going to take that time for another cup of coffee. Russel flat out refused to have anything, saying that he didn’t want to risk his uniform getting stained. I could see the other three boys smiling at his statement as they joined me for that much needed cup of coffee.
When it was time for Russel and me to go, the twins and Roque said they’d also depart, so they could keep us company once at school. I could tell Russel was getting slightly nervous as he was fidgeting, sitting next to me in the car. It only took about 10 minutes to get to the school and it was close to 9 o’clock when I announced myself to the secretary.
“Mr. Peters, it’s so nice to see you again. And you must be Russel,” she greeted us, using the English pronunciation of Russel’s name.
“I’m sorry, señora, but my name is pronounced ‘Roosel’, it’s a Moroccan name, you see,” Russel immediately corrected her.
“Oh, excuse me, ‘Roosel’, I’ll be sure to get it correct from now on,” she smiled and then told us we could wait in the cafeteria.
As we made our way to the cafeteria, Russel’s head was swiveling from left to right to take in the surroundings. Entering the large room, I found that the twins and Roque had already reserved us a table, so we went over and joined them. Russel was quite preoccupied, with a huge grin on his face, looking around and watching a few other students milling about. He still didn’t want anything to drink, but the twins got the four of us that were thirsty some more coffee. It wasn’t long before I saw one of the teachers coming towards us and I recognized him from earlier tests.
“Good morning, Mr. Peters. Now, which one of these handsome devils is Russel?” he asked, obviously being informed by the secretary as to the correct pronunciation of Russel’s name.
Russel immediately put up his hand and said, “I’m Russel,” still smiling.
“Well, well, already dossed out in your uniform, you must really be looking forward to coming to our school,” the teacher joked.
“Yes Sir. Almost all my brothers are going here already,” Russel replied with his usual enthusiasm.
“Well, if you’d like to come with me, we can get this show on the road and find out where you stand,” the teacher smiled and I felt he was quite impressed with Russel’s demeanor.
We all wished him luck and then Russel was off, flashing us a big smile just before he disappeared out of our sight.
I made small talk with the twins and Roque until we were suddenly joined by Abelardo, Luis and Mario as classes would be starting in about 5 minutes. I was reintroduced to the three of them and began to understand why the twins had invited them. Each of them was good looking in his own right, but all three of them were a bit soft spoken, almost to the point of being shy. I didn’t know if that was because of my presence or if they always behaved that way, but it was quite noticeable. When the bell rang to signal the second period, the boys all said their ‘see you laters’ and then quickly were off to their classes.
“You’re starting to be a real fixture here,” the woman I recognized from previous times said to me as she was bringing me another cup of coffee.
“Believe me, it wasn’t something I actually had planned on,” I replied, giving her a weak smile.
“Those twins are such handsome lads,” she said as she sat down at the table with me.
“Yes, but they can be quite a handful too,” I laughed.
“How many boys do you have here now?” she asked with genuine interest.
“Well, Russel should make it an even ten, with two more waiting in the wings,” I replied, slightly taken off guard.
“Mr. Peters, and yes, I know your name, would you allow me to ask you a personal question?” she suddenly asked.
“You can ask, but I reserve the right to either give you an answer or not,” I replied cautiously.
“I understand. It’s actually more about my son, Bernardo. He’s almost 15 and a couple of weeks ago he came to me and told me he likes boys, not girls. I don’t want to tell my husband as I’m afraid of how he might react and I don’t know what to tell my boy,” she said and I could tell she was close to tears.
“I realize you’re in a very difficult situation. Some of my boys have suffered abuse from their parents or others, just for being gay, and some have simply been thrown out of their homes. It is unfortunate, but these things do happen. I’m in a situation where I can help some of them, give them a home where they can express themselves freely and be accepted for who and what they are. The only thing you can do is support your son as best you can and accept him for who he is,” I said with as much compassion as I could muster.
“Well, I thought that maybe you could talk to him some time. I’m so afraid he’s going to do something stupid and get beaten up, or worse, contract some kind of disease,” she muttered softly.
Her statement suddenly made me aware of how easily being a young gay got associated with violence and sickness by those around them. I couldn’t blame Mrs. Cantor, as her nametag read, it was mostly the influence of society and the media that brought this about.
“Does Bernardo go to school here?” I questioned.
“Oh no, my husband and I could never afford to send him to a private school like this,” she replied almost apologetically.
“You know what, if you can get me a pen and a piece of paper, I can give you my cell phone number so you or Bernardo can contact me,” I offered.
“Oh, that’s wonderful, Mr. Peters,” she said as she rummaged around in her apron and then produced a pen and a small notepad.
I wrote down my cell phone number as well as our address and handed the items back to Mrs. Cantor.
“I’ll try and have a talk with Bernardo when he comes home from school this afternoon, before his father gets home. I might give you a call afterwards if that’s all right,” she almost whispered.
“Sure, Mrs. Cantor, but don’t try and push him too much. I may not be a psychiatrist, but I do know that being pushed too much could have an adverse effect,” I told her as the pen and notepad disappeared into her apron again and she got up.
“You’re a sweet man, Mr. Peters,” she said, then bent forward and gave me a peck on the cheek before returning to her counter.
I suddenly remembered something, so I got up and made my way back to the secretary’s desk again. Once there, I asked if there was anyone available I could talk to about the school’s swim team. The secretary had a look at what I presumed was a list of teachers that were present and then told me to give her a minute. She left me standing, but returned a few minutes later, followed by a young man in his late twenties that I assumed was one of the PE teachers. He introduced himself as Mr. Cortez, one of the swim team coaches, and asked what I wanted to talk about.
We took a seat on one of the nearby benches and I told him about Russel and about Pietro’s comments on his swimming ability. Mr. Cortez seemed genuinely interested as he learned about Russel’s age and inherent enthusiasm in anything he did. The fact that we had a large pool that Russel could practice in was almost like icing on the cake. I made it quite clear that I didn’t expect him to just give Russel a spot on the team as that wouldn’t be fair. If he could only check to see if Russel really had talent would be good enough for me. If that truly was the case, then he could discuss things with Russel and see if he was interested. Mr. Cortez told me that they were always looking for new talent and he would definitely check out Russel and his abilities. That was good enough for me and I thanked Mr. Cortez for his time before returning to the cafeteria.
It was already past 10 o’clock, so I got myself another cup of coffee from Mrs. Cantor before most of the students would come in for their mid-morning break. I had just sat down at my table when the bell rang and the madness began. Within a minute or two I was surrounded by my boys who were all cheerily yapping away. During the short break, introductions were made to some of their fellow students, but I’d never been good at remembering names and faces. I did see Abelardo, Luis and Mario coming by, but almost immediately forgot all the others as there were just too many of them.
The moment the bell rang again, the cafeteria emptied out pretty much as fast as it had filled up, with only a few students remaining who obviously had a free period. I only had to wait a couple more minutes before Russel was brought back in by the teacher who’d fetched him an hour and a half earlier.
“Someone will come for you in a little while,” the teacher told us before taking off again.
I asked Russel if he wanted a drink now as he seemed parched and he said he could use a cup of tea. I went over to Mrs. Cantor’s counter and got a cup of tea for Russel and another cup of coffee for myself. As I sat down, Russel instantly started telling me about the tests he’d done and which ones he’d thought were easy and which ones difficult. I had absolutely no chance of getting a word in until the secretary appeared at the door and motioned for us to come over. As usual, Russel was asked to wait outside as I was led into the principal’s office, shaking hands with Mr. Gutiérrez again.
“I must say, Mr. Peters, we were quite surprised by the results of Russel’s tests. He scored grade 2 level on some subjects but fails miserably even at grade 1 on others. It seems like his previous education was rather selective,” Mr. Gutiérrez began.
“Well, I thought that was exactly what the ‘starter class’ was for, isn’t it?” I asked.
“Yes indeed, and if Russel applies himself to those subjects he needs to catch up on, I’m sure he’ll be ready for grade 1 after the summer holidays,” Mr. Gutiérrez smiled.
“So when could he start?” I asked as I was sure that was the first thing Russel would want to know.
“As you can understand, ‘starter class’ students don’t have a fixed curriculum like our regular grade classes. This means that we have to create a separate schedule for him as well as provide the corresponding set of books. We’ll also have to discuss this with the teachers involved. If you could come over to pick up his schedule and books on Friday, say around noon, everything should be ready and he should be able to start on Monday,” Mr. Gutiérrez explained.
“I’m sure he’ll understand, even if he might not like it,” I smiled. “Could you tell me which subjects he failed?”
“He’s mostly lagging in mathematics and sciences, so that’s what he really needs to catch up on,” Mr. Gutiérrez said.
“Well, I guess we’ll be back on Friday then to pick up his books and schedule. And let me tell you how much I appreciate the school’s cooperation in all of this,” I said as I extended my hand to the principal.
“You’re very welcome, Mr. Peters, and if you have any questions, feel free to call me any time,” Mr. Gutiérrez replied, shaking my hand.
I left the office, took Russel with me towards one of the benches that were close by and began explaining to him what I’d discussed with the principal. He wasn’t happy that he couldn’t start the very next day until I told him they had to create a schedule specially for him and that was what caused the delay.
“They’re really doing that all just for me?” he asked.
“Yes, they are. It must mean they truly like your attitude and want to give you a chance so you can start regular classes after the summer,” I smiled.
It brought a smile to Russel’s face too and he clearly accepted the situation. I suggested to him we should go home and as we got up, he waved to the secretary, who happily waved back at him. On our way back, I told Russel that after we got his new books on Friday, he’d have the whole weekend to look them over. He pointedly reminded me that there would be a party on Saturday, so he would only have one day. We were both smiling by the time I drove back into the garage and we got out of the car. Once inside, Russel made for his room to change out of his uniform while I went for the kitchen and fresh coffee.
Of course, Pietro and Mauricio wanted to know how things had fared, so I brought them up to speed. They went back to work as I made my way into the living room to relax on the couch for a while. Russel soon joined me with a cup of tea and once again we went through the morning’s events. He wasn’t surprised that he had to catch up on mathematics as it had always been his least favorite subject at school. He’d loved history and geography as those subjects made him dream of exotic places and ancient worlds.
We were still talking when Carlos and Damarion walked in and I realized it was already past 12 o’clock. After getting my hugs and kisses and telling them that Russel would start school on Monday, I sent them upstairs to get changed as I expected lunch to be ready at any moment. It was and after we’d enjoyed our lunch Carlos whisked me away and we ended up in his and Damarion’s bedroom.
It kept amazing me how much he still enjoyed getting spanked and how much I enjoyed making him happy. Sucking his small hard boyhood after he got up off my lap just topped it all off perfectly.
“You’re not still upset about Damarion going to that birthday party, are you?” I asked as he lay panting, coming down from his orgasm.
“No, papi. It was really weird, but when we got home afterwards, we both went really wild on each other,” he grinned.
“You know I love you to bits, don’t you? Maybe not as much as I love Allejandro, but you come in a solid second,” I whispered.
“I love you too, papi. Maybe not as much as Damarion, but you come in a solid second,” he snickered.
I grabbed him and rolling onto my back, pulled him on top of me and held him as close as I could as I nuzzled his neck. As usual though, one of my hands roamed down to his skinny buttocks that were still slightly warm to the touch. That was the one thing that led to another and some 20 minutes later I was panting heavily as Carlos was scurrying to the bathroom. When he came back with that special grin on his face, I knew I could never not love him. We snuggled for a while longer, exactly like we used to do, but then we did have to get up and make ourselves presentable again. Carlos proceeded down to the game room while I went for my usual afternoon cup of tea.
It wasn’t long after, that John came back home and the first thing he asked about, was how Russel had done. I had him give me a hug and a kiss first before I told him that Russel would start school on Monday morning. Explaining the reason why brought a smile to John’s face and he remarked how Russel must feel special, getting his own personal schedule. I agreed with his deduction, then told him to go and get changed and give me some time to relax.
I did get about an hour, but then the rest of the herd came back home all at once and it was 8 against 1, wanting to know how Russel had done. I gave them the rundown, got my hugs and kisses and then watched them go up the stairs to get changed. A few minutes later most of the boys made their way down to the game room and Allejandro joined me back in the living room. Having the opportunity, I told him about the conversation I’d had with Mrs. Cantor about her son.
“Now, that explains why she’s been being so nice to us the past couple of weeks. She used to be rather cranky, you know, certainly not as friendly as she is now,” Allejandro stated.
“Well, I guess jealousy could play a part there, seeing all those students every day but unable to send her own son to a decent school,” I proffered.
Then Jordan came walking in and said he was going to join the others in the game room, but to tell him as soon as Aidan got home. We promised we would and as Jordan walked on Allejandro suggested we’d get ourselves a glass of wine and sit out on the patio. I thought that was a great idea and a few minutes later we were enjoying the late afternoon sun.
It was a little past 4 when my cell phone rang and I saw that the number was unknown. Picking up, I immediately recognized the voice of Mrs. Cantor.
“Mr. Peters, you told me I could call you after I’d spoken with Bernardo,” she said after the usual introductions.
“Of course, how may I help you, Mrs. Cantor?” I asked.
“Well, I’ve told Bernardo all about you and your boys and he’s very curious. Would he be able to come over to your place this evening, say between 7 and 7:30?” she queried.
“Sure he can. Does he know the way and at what time does he have to be home again?” I questioned.
“He knows he has to be home by 10:30 and we’ve already come up with an excuse to tell his father. He may have a lot of questions for you and your boys that he simply can’t ask me or anyone else at the moment,” she replied.
“I’ll make sure he’s on his way home on time and he can ask pretty much anything he wants,” I stated.
Mrs. Cantor sounded quite happy when she thanked me and in the background I could hear a boy’s voice that was rather anxious. We ended the call and I sat back in the lounge chair, wondering if I’d done the right thing.
“Who was that?” Allejandro asked, his voice bringing me back to reality.
“That was Mrs. Cantor. Her son, Bernardo, will be coming over for a visit this evening,” I replied with a smile.
“He’s almost 15, right? That could get interesting with some of the other boys,” Allejandro laughed.
I could see his point, but it wasn’t something I wanted to think about just yet. I changed the subject and we began to discuss what we wanted to talk about with the wedding planner the following evening. We lost track of time until around 5 o’clock Aidan came walking up to us from his house. Allejandro got up and told us he was going to tell Jordan that Aidan was home and would then get us some more wine.
“What’s this about telling Jordan that I’m back?” Aidan questioned.
“I’m sorry, but he made us promise,” I smiled and Aidan just shook his head.
A few minutes later we were joined by Jordan who gave Aidan a hug and a kiss before sitting down. Shortly after, Allejandro came out with two new glasses and a bottle of wine so we could get our evening session started. I told Aidan about Russel’s test results and the talk I’d had with the principal afterwards. He was definitely happy for Russel and had to smile about the fact that he was lagging in mathematics and sciences, saying that those were his least favorite subjects also. We went on chatting about our day’s events until Pietro came out to tell us that dinner was ready.
Allejandro volunteered to tell the other boys as Aidan, Jordan and I moved into the dining room. It wasn’t long before everyone was present and we could get started. As always, dinner was quite good and we all ate our fill and just chatted about every day things. When we were all done, I informed the boys about the visitor we were going to have later that evening.
“Do Damarion and I have to change?” Carlos asked.
“I think, under the circumstances, that would indeed be a good idea,” I replied and could tell that Carlos wasn’t happy about it.
After the announcement Aidan and Jordan went back to their own house and the boys disappeared upstairs to get started on their homework.
TBC