Lucky Mr. Peters
Chapter 66
"It's a good thing you didn't let him accompany Mateo and his colleague. I might have kneed him, forcing him to spit his balls out through his mouth!" Julia hissed.
The vehemence of her reaction surprised me, until Allejandro mentioned that he’d been the one that had caught and raped Paolo. It was hard to wrap my mind around the fact that the guy had actually had the nerve to show up at my house. It must have been an ultimate attempt to make sure that Paolo wouldn’t identify him as the main perpetrator. It also explained why he didn’t stick around as I assumed the policemen had informed him about Julia’s presence.
“I’ve recorded Paolo’s statement on my phone and Dr. Melia will write a report about her findings. It should be enough to make sure that that asshole isn’t going to get away with what he did to the boy,” Julia said.
“Good. It’s about time some people start to realize we’re now living in the 21st century,” I commented.
I offered that Julia and Dr. Melia should stay for lunch, but they declined, saying that they really needed to get back to their offices. I saw them out and when I came back in, I found the boys coming up from the game room, obviously informed that lunch was ready. Rafael and Julio joined the group a few minutes after we’d started eating. Rafael told me that Paolo had fallen asleep and they’d been getting hungry. Bernardo was also at the table, but judging from his minimal intake, I gathered he’d already had lunch before coming over and was just there to keep the twins happy.
As soon as lunch was over, the majority of the boys went back down to the game room. I could see, though, how Julio and Rafael took Allejandro aside and after some whispering back and forth, Allejandro nodded his head. The two boys then took off up the stairs and I assumed they were going to look in on Paolo. Allejandro walked over to me and said he wanted to talk to me in the study. Knowing it had to be important, I went ahead into the study, followed by Allejandro, who closed the door behind us.
“Do you remember what Paolo said, yesterday at the shelter?” Allejandro asked, after we had sat down.
“Of course, it wasn’t very friendly, and I also remember the counselor saying he was caught raping a young boy there,” I replied.
“You have to know that Julio assured me that none of that is true. Paolo did take Julio and some other boys into a bathroom or a toilet, but only to keep them from being raped by some of the other, older boys. He never touched Julio or any of the others, but they needed to pretend things happened. I was in the room and I saw both Paolo and Julio crying,” Allejandro said, getting slightly emotional.
“It still doesn’t explain why he was so incredibly rude,” I mentioned.
“Rudee, do you really not understand?” Allejandro asked, shaking his head. “He was counting on Rafael remembering Julio and getting him out. The counselor had told him about Julia always sticking up for gay boys and such. He knew it was Julio’s best chance.”
“He did it on purpose?” I questioned, feeling a bit perplexed.
“Now you’re getting it, silly man,” Allejandro said, getting up and moving onto my lap, facing me.
I asked him what he was doing, getting a sly smile in return.
“When the doctor examined and photographed Paolo, he had to take off all of his clothes. He really is a rather good-looking boy,” Allejandro smiled. “He moaned when the doctor prodded his bum and it reminded me of when you do that to me. I don’t like going behind John’s back, but I thought that you and I could maybe go up to our bedroom and have some one-on-one fun,” Allejandro then suggested.
There was something in his voice that, in turn, definitely made me think back to the first couple of times we’d been together. I kinda liked his idea of sneaking up to our bedroom together, what really sealed the deal though, was feeling Allejandro pressing his hard-on against me.
Like a couple of schoolboys, we silently left the study, made our way up the stairs and into our bedroom. On the way, I felt somehow giddy and even had to stifle a giggle a few times as Allejandro shushed me. Once we were inside our private domain, though, our demeanor changed. We made out for some five minutes, before a single item of clothing was even removed. We made out even longer before Allejandro finally pressed his beautifully tight bum against my crotch and told me that I knew what he wanted next. I did and without wasting too much time I was plowing his skinny ass.
I think both of us were slightly more vocal than usual. It really didn’t matter much as it was the middle of the day and our sounds wouldn’t carry far enough to alert anyone. We both climaxed within seconds of each other. When Allejandro entered the bathroom, I thought I heard something outside our bedroom door. Asking him about it when he came back, he attributed it to my imagination and we cuddled a while longer. We then made ourselves presentable again and went downstairs, where we got ourselves a cup of tea before settling down on the couch in the living room.
We then began discussing how to best deal with transporting all of us to the kart range the next day. With our two new additions, it would really be a tight squeeze getting us into the three cars available to us. It would do for a short drive, but I knew from experience that getting to Funny Beach would take us at least an hour and a half. We decided to talk things over with Mauricio and Pietro since they would be coming with us. After some discussion, we concluded it was best to rent an extra SUV, so the trips back and forth would be more comfortable. I called the rental car company and made arrangements for Mauricio to pick it up after dinner and bring it back on Thursday after breakfast. He could use the SLS to drive over, leave it there, and use it on Thursday to get back. Two 8-seaters and a single 4-seater would be enough to transport all 18 of us. We also decided to move breakfast up to start at 7, so we’d be ready to go at around 8 o’clock.
I was relieved that we’d dealt with our potential logistical nightmare. A more permanent solution would likely be needed by the time the boys’ Easter holidays would come around. When I asked Allejandro about it, he checked the school schedule and told me it would be from April 12th up to and including April 20th.
“There go my plans for having a quiet birthday,” I told him.
“That’s on April 17th, right?” Allejandro asked.
“You know it is,” I replied, rolling my eyes.
“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure the boys all know it too,” he then said with a slightly evil grin.
It earned him a soft smack on the back of his head. We could then hear the elevator being operated, but when it stopped, no one came out. Allejandro smiled and said that Paolo was probably being introduced to the pleasures of the game room. I checked the time and since it was already getting close to 4 o’clock, I suggested to Allejandro it was time for our wine. He didn’t object and got up to get us two glasses and a bottle of white wine. We enjoyed ourselves watching some television until Aidan walked in a little past 5 o’clock. He made straight for the kitchen and within no time returned with a glass of his own and a new bottle of wine.
“Another day in paradise,” Aidan commented, as he sat down on the couch with us.
“If our day was indicative of a day in paradise, I’ll cancel my ticket,” I replied, taking a punch at sarcasm.
“Oh dear, what have you guys been up to this time?” Aidan questioned.
As Allejandro and I gave him the abbreviated version of the day’s events, I could see Aidan’s face slowly turn pale. He was relieved that we’d been able to alert Julia in time to prevent the cops from barging in and take Paolo back to the shelter. He told us it was known to happen sometimes, and even for some of the boys to then disappear. Aidan even managed a smile when I told him that Julia had recorded Paolo’s statement and the doctor had documented his injuries.
“Ronaldo is one lucky guy, but I’d hate to be in his shoes if he ever crosses his wife,” Aidan remarked.
Allejandro grinned, “Julia isn’t an ordinary woman, she’s, what do you call it, a force of nature, right?”
Aidan and I agreed that was as apt a description of Julia as any. We changed the subject and Aidan told us about his three current court cases, two of which he’d won and the third one was also looking good. He couldn’t go into too much detail, but it was clear that he cared about his job and his clients. I also took the opportunity to tell him that there was a chance that we wouldn’t be home in time for dinner the next day. We agreed that I’d give him a call if it looked like we were going to run late, so he could make his own arrangements.
“I’ll have to do without Pietro and Mauricio’s cooking anyway when I’m off to Gran Canaria with Jordan,” he smiled.
“We’re going to miss you delving into our stock of wine too,” I laughed.
“Yes, I’m sure you will. But I promise, if I come across anything good over there, I’ll ship a few boxes this way,” Aidan grinned.
I only noticed that I’d lost track of time when Mauricio came to tell us that dinner was ready. As usual, Aidan and I made our way into the dining room while Allejandro took care of informing the boys down in the game room. I know I should have thought of it earlier, but it wasn’t until that moment that I got the idea of getting some type of intercom system installed.
I have to admit that I still felt pained when I saw Paolo coming into the dining room. He moved slowly, clearly still in pain in spite of the painkillers. He smiled, though, as the other boys said ‘hi’ to Aidan and he was also introduced to him. But, being a boy, he knew his priorities and at that moment it was food. I was happy to see that he had as healthy an appetite as the rest of the gang. Bernardo was also not to be left out, packing away plenty of food. Pietro and Mauricio had made a veritable mountain, but within just a little over thirty minutes it had all disappeared. I could see them shake their heads in disbelief as they started handing out bowls of ice-cream for dessert.
As soon as dinner was over, I let the boys know, before they began filing out of the dining room, about the time for breakfast the next morning. A few of them groaned and there was some whispering about it not being fair having to get up that early during a holiday.
I was a bit surprised when Aidan announced that he and Jordan were going back to their own house. I got the distinct impression that the excuse of them getting some packing done for their trip was just that, an excuse. As soon as they were out of earshot, Allejandro confirmed my suspicion by softly snickering.
We’d only just sat down on the couch when Mauricio came in to get the keys for the SLS. I told him they were on the key-board in the garage and that he could hang the rental’s keys back on there upon his return. He gave us a grin before turning on his heels and making for the garage.
“You may want to check the mileage on the SLS when it gets back on Thursday morning,” Allejandro laughed. “I wouldn’t be surprised if Mauricio took a bit of a circuitous route to the rental company and back again, too.”
“And you won’t, of course, once you have your driver’s license,” I dryly commented.
“I wouldn’t think of it, Rudee,” Allejandro grinned, scooting closer and putting an arm around my shoulders.
When we’d finished our wine, I suggested we go down to watch a movie. It would be an opportunity for our two new boys and Bernardo to see the setup. Allejandro liked the idea, and soon after the media room was almost packed to capacity. I’d chosen a fairly recent adventure movie and it seemed to go down well with my small crowd. About halfway through, as usual, I paused the movie so the boys could get new drinks, snacks and, if necessary, empty a few bladders.
A lot of the boys scrambled out of the room, including Allejandro, who was fetching drinks for me and himself. I watched as Paolo and Julio looked around themselves in obvious wonder and amusement, as did Bernardo. I was pretty sure they’d be taken care of by one boy or another. It was Julio in particular that I noticed looking over at me a few times with a big grin on his face. The boy was definitely enjoying himself and his newfound freedom. It didn’t take long for the room to fill up again and when the last of the boys got seated, I continued the movie.
It was almost half past 10 when the movie ended and I suggested to the boys that they’d better head for bed. I knew it wasn’t likely they’d be going straight to sleep, but I didn’t want cranky passengers in the car the next morning. Paolo was taken up in the elevator again by Julio, Rafael and Hugo, while the rest of us took the stairs. Allejandro, John and I made for the living room to have our ‘nightcap’ as the other boys moved up to their respective bedrooms. We only had one more glass of wine each before we also retired to our bedroom.
Wednesday morning there were a lot of yawning faces around the breakfast table. Jordan walked in almost 10 minutes after we had started and the way he looked caused some snickering around the table.
“Yeah, you laugh. Just wait until you get a boyfriend that makes you feel like your ass is on fire and your dick is about to fall off,” Jordan mumbled.
His comment only caused more hilarity amongst the boys and I noticed even Paolo managed a smile. When the merriment died down, though, the boys’ attention returned to eating as much as they could within a minimum amount of time. It wasn’t long until they all had their fill and I had them getting ready to go out. I guess the boys that had been at Funny Beach before had spilled the beans on what it was like as they were back down at a quarter to 8, ready to set out. Russel, Fernando and Roque would ride with Pietro in his car, Allejandro, Carlos, Damarion, Rafael, Hugo, Julio and Paolo would ride with me in my SUV, while the others would ride with Mauricio in the rental. I had come up with the grouping during the movie the previous evening, and it seemed everyone was quite pleased with it. We managed to drive off through the car gate in column even ahead of schedule.
The drive over to Funny Beach took a bit longer than expected. As we neared our destination, the boys’ anticipation grew, though, and they were getting more restless. I was quite relieved when we drove onto the resort’s parking lot and found it not too busy. We easily found a location where we could park all three cars next to each other. The boys got excited already, just from hearing the karts racing in the distance as they got out of the cars. I could even see the eagerness on the faces of Pietro and Mauricio as we made our way over to the entrance.
The boys that had been here with me the last time were already talking about the different attractions and where to find them. Next to the prominent kart range, there were also the bumper cars, a swimming pool, jet-skis, parasailing, trampolines and, of course, the all-important restaurant.
I made straight for the manager’s office where I got coded wrist bands for all of us, so we wouldn’t have to pay for everything separately. Seeing the manager’s wide grin, I thought he still remembered me from our previous visit and the bill I had to pay at the end of our visit. I knew Paolo wouldn’t be able to participate in many, if any of the available activities, but I still got him one of the wrist bands.
While the gang dispersed, I took Paolo poolside and had him sit down on one of the lawn chairs that were there. I was in definite need of a caffeine fix and asked him what drink he’d like. Opting for an orange juice, I got the drinks from a nearby stand and went back to join him.
“Uhm, I not sure, sir, but Julio sleeped in bed and me last night. But notting happen, I promise!” he said in heavily accented English as soon as I sat down next to him.
I know I shouldn’t have, but I couldn’t help starting to laugh, earning me an indignant frown from Paolo.
“I’m sorry, Paolo, but most of the boys are doing things together. There’s nothing wrong with that, as long as it’s voluntary and no one gets hurt. I’m sure even Carlos and Damarion had some fun together last night,” I whispered, making sure no one near us overheard.
“Really?” Paolo asked and I could see his chin almost dropping down onto the pavement.
“Yes, really. I think the two of them are in love and I wouldn’t be surprised if they end up married some day,” I softly replied.
“I thought I had a friend once, but he betrayed me to my dad, who then threw me out of the house,” Paolo muttered, switching to Spanish.
“You still have a friend. Rafael cared enough to make sure we came over to the shelter last Monday,” I said.
Paolo was silent for a while, allowing me to drink my coffee. The boy had gone through a lot over the last few weeks and it would have been hard to process at any age. He then asked me if I would really let him stay with me and the boys, like Rafael had told him.
“Yes, if you want to stay with us, you can,” I replied and saw a slight smile appearing on his face.
“Rafael also told me that you let him and the others swim naked,” Paolo remarked, a twinkle clearly visible in his eyes.
“Only in the pool at home,” I laughed, making sure he wasn’t getting the wrong idea.
We talked for a bit longer and I actually quite enjoyed it. Paolo had a sense of humor that I could definitely appreciate. But then Damarion and Pietro came walking over and Damarion insisted that I’d be the one to ride with him in one of the combo-karts. Pietro volunteered to stay with Paolo, so I no longer had an excuse and was dragged along to the kart range by a very excited Damarion. We both got helmets on and were securely strapped in before I took us out of the pit lane onto the circuit itself. Even with the noise of the engine behind us, I could hear Damarion’s screams as we overtook a few of the boys riding the slower kid’s karts. He didn’t seem to mind that the adult karts were passing us left and right, as long as we overtook a few ourselves. I was pretty sure that a few of the ‘adults’ were slowing down on purpose, just to hear Damarion’s squeals of glee as we passed them.
Our ride only lasted 15 minutes, but I’d never seen Damarion that hyped before. Even after we got out of the kart and had our helmets removed, he was unable to stop moving around, jumping up and down on his feet. Caught up in the moment, I went down on my knee and spread my arms, allowing Damarion to jump into them. I couldn’t stop myself and gave the little guy a kiss on the cheek, immediately getting a rather sloppy one in return. I stood up with Damarion still clinging on to me, his arms around my neck. I saw a few people frown, but for the majority, I was just a grandpa who’d given his grandson the time of his life.
“Happy now?” I asked as I carried him away.
“Yes, papi, but don’t put me down yet,” he replied, and I could feel him pressing his little hard-on against my stomach.
I walked us over to where I’d left Paolo and Pietro and with every step I could feel Damarion humping unobtrusively against me. With just a few steps left, I could feel Damarion trembling, his arms squeezing my neck tighter and his breathing getting haggard. I was thanking my lucky stars that I’d chosen to wear a thigh-length coat, hiding my own discomfort. Reaching our destination, Damarion held on to me for a bit longer before letting go and allowing me to set him back on his own two wobbly feet. I heard him say ‘gracias papi’ just before he let go of my neck and quickly found a seat on one of the nearby chairs.
I don’t think Paolo had any clue of what had happened, but Pietro sure did, as evident from his crooked smile. He offered to get us some drinks and I could definitely use another cup of coffee, the boys asking for sodas. With Pietro off to get us our drinks, Damarion began giving Paolo a detailed account of our race, making it sound a bit more heroic than it was. Paolo didn’t seem to object, though, smiling at Damarion’s antics as he described how we overtook one of the ‘adult’ karts.
After Pietro had come back with the drinks and Damarion had drunk his, he was off again, wanting to try out the trampolines. Pietro and I kept Paolo company until the gang slowly started to assemble for lunch. It took a bit of effort, but when all 18 of us were finally together, we made for the local restaurant, where we took up half the seats. They weren’t able to serve us all at once, but they made a damn good effort. Of course, afterwards, dispersal was again the order of the day and my goal was the nearest rest room.
I’d only just started peeing when Julio appeared at the urinal next to me. Obviously, as these things go, I looked over at him and found him looking at me in turn. It wasn’t until we were washing our hands that Julio addressed me.
“Uhm, I heard you making Allejandro feel really good, yesterday,” he whispered.
“You were eavesdropping on us then?” I asked.
“I couldn’t help it. I was getting drinks for me, Paolo and Rafa. Once I heard you two, I couldn’t stop listening,” Julio stumbled.
“It’s not very polite to listen in when people are doing things in private,” I commented.
“I’m sorry, but I want someone to make me feel good just like that, too,” Julio whispered. “I like it when boys put their willies in my bum, but they always make it hurt at first.”
After I had a quick look around to make sure we were alone, I somehow went into educational mode and tried to explain to Julio the importance of preparation. What I hadn’t been prepared for was his subsequent request to make him feel good too. I tried to explain to him that, without proper lubrication, it would always hurt, so I wouldn’t be able to honor his request right away. He still wanted me to help him out, so we ended up in a cubicle together.
I had Julio stand on the toilet seat, so there would be only one pair of feet visible if anyone looked. I have to admit that I was quite surprised when I lowered his pants and briefs. The boy had to have been way back in line when genitals were being handed out. There was no doubt it was hard, though, and more than ready. It only took a few minutes sucking the small boyhood for Julio to start shivering and his soft breathing confirmed he was orgasming. I let him hold on to me for a while, allowing him to come back down to earth. He then quickly got decent again and with a huge grin on his face left the cubicle. I waited for a few more minutes before I also left the rest room.
I found Paolo back in the chair where he’d been before, talking animatedly with Rafael and Hugo. Lunch seemed to have done him some good as he was moving easier and was clearly in far less pain. As soon as I reached the trio, Rafael got up and put his arms around me. I felt a bit self-conscious at his display of affection, but I knew he wasn’t doing it on purpose.
TBC