Lucky Mr. Peters
Chapter 9
"It wasn't our fault," Allejandro said.
"Yes, Rafael was very loud and we could hear him all the way down here," Carlos contributed.
"So, the two of you had sex?" I asked, knowing the answer full well.
Both of them nodded dejectedly.
"Did you both like it?"
More nodding.
"Then why the sad faces? You two had sex, me and Rafael had sex, we all enjoyed ourselves. I think that would count as an afternoon well spent," I said, tightening my grip on their shoulders a bit.
"So, you're not mad?" Carlos queried.
"I could never be mad at my two most favorite people in the world."
Two very relieved boys hugged me. "Now I think you two horndogs must be getting quite hungry. If you'll let me go, I can get dinner started."
It was a simple affair and afterwards the boys watched TV, while I went into the study to catch up with e-mails, social media and the like.
When I was finally done it was bedtime for Carlos and I told him. He got up, kissed Allejandro and me goodnight and without protest went into his own bedroom.
When I sat down next to Allejandro he asked me if he could have a glass of white wine. I let him, but stressed he could only have one. He poured himself a glass in the kitchen and returned to sit down beside me.
I looked at him and asked: "Do you want to tell me about this afternoon?"
"I can't tell you what we talked about in the pool, that wouldn't be fair to Rafael."
"That's OK, I don't need to know everything," I said.
"After you and Rafael went upstairs we got out of the pool, dried off and went in to sit on the couch. Then we started to hear Rafael, he really was very loud. I hope I'm not that loud."
I smiled, "I don't think you are."
"We both got really hard, listening, and we touched each other. Then Carlos started to suck me. He's getting really good at it, you know."
I just occasionally nodded, not wanting to interfere with the flow.
"I didn't want to cum yet, so I asked him to stop and he did. And then, when he got up, his little hard on looked so good, I just had to suck it. When he shot into my mouth it felt wonderful and his cum tastes good too."
Allejandro had to catch his breath and took a sip from his wine.
"Carlos grabbed my hand and pulled me to the bedroom. His little bum looked so delicious when he walked in front of me. He asked me to fuck him like you do. He lay on the bed and pulled up his legs and I licked his hole with my tongue. Carlos was getting hard again, so I used that Vaseline stuff and put it inside of him with my finger and also put some on my dick. Then I fucked him while we looked at each other. And when Carlos came again it felt like his ass was sucking on my cock, it felt so awesome and I shot a lot into him."
I could see that reliving the afternoon had a serious effect on him.
"We could still hear Rafael, so we took a shower. I told Carlos we'd better get dressed to prevent us from being all horny again. But when we were back on the couch we couldn't hear anything anymore until you came down."
We had almost finished our wine when Allejandro sprang his own question, "You sucked and fucked him, didn't you?"
"Yes, I did, are you OK with that?"
"Of course. Oh man, Rafael needed it so badly. In the pool, I thought he was very close to shooting a few times. Did he shoot a lot?"
I finished my wine and gave him a quick kiss before answering, "Not as much as you, my lover, not as much as you."
We put our glasses in the dishwasher and retired to our bedroom. Once in bed Allejandro turned to me, "Can you suck me please? Talking about this afternoon has made me horny again." I obliged.
The Monday went by quickly. I brought Carlos to school and afterwards Allejandro and I called the International School. They were still accepting students, but Allejandro would need to be tested to determine his placement. The test was scheduled for the next Friday.
Early in the afternoon I received a message from Maria confirming that her mother would be released from hospital the next morning. She expected to be able to come back over the weekend.
When I told Allejandro he sulked a bit, but cheered up when I told him I'd try to convince Maria to let Carlos stay over during a weekend some times.
Tuesday morning, around 11:30 am, my cellphone rang and I went to pick it up. It was the head mistress at Carlos' school and she asked me if I could come over.
"Is anything wrong with Carlos?" I asked, getting into a panic.
"No, Carlos is fine, but I would like you to come over as quickly as possible."
"I'll be there in 10 minutes," I said, ending the call.
Allejandro had picked up on my side of the conversation and asked if I wanted him to come along. I declined, saying that Carlos probably had gotten into a fight or something and we'd talk about it later.
I was at the school in 8 minutes flat and walked in. A young lady was waiting for me and, after confirming who I was, asked me to follow her to the head mistress' office.
I got a bad feeling when I entered and saw two men and one older and one younger woman milling around.
The older woman walked up to me and introduced herself as Mrs. Mancillas, the head mistress. She also introduced the three other persons, but their names didn't register, and asked me to sit down.
One of the men sat down in the chair next to me and said, "Are you Mr. Peters?"
I nodded.
"Have you been taking care of the young boy, Carlos Valdez, in the absence of his mother, Maria Valdez, who had to go to Valencia on family business."
More nodding.
"I'm sorry, but we have some very bad news. Ms. Valdez and her parents have been involved in a car accident this morning. Unfortunately, none of them survived."
My mind was in turmoil. "Oh, that poor boy," I said, as I felt tears starting to trickle down my cheeks.
"Gentlemen, I think Mrs. Peralez would like to have a word with Mr. Peters in private now. Allow me to show you out," the head mistress said, taking charge.
Mrs. Peralez took the seat vacated and handed me a box of Kleenex.
After I calmed down a bit I asked: "Where's Carlos?"
"He had a serious breakdown after he heard the news. He's being kept in the nurse's office at the moment."
"Can I go see him?"
"Of course, but first I'd like to ask you a few questions, if that's alright?"
"Sure."
"Do you know anything about Carlos' paternal grandparents?"
"No, nothing. I only know Carlos telling me that he can't remember ever having seen them. In truth, I don't know much about his mother either. She was my cleaning lady and I just wanted to help her out when her mother got taken to hospital. I never expected that little rascal to worm his way into my heart the way he did."
"Would you be willing to take care of him a while longer? I could take him to a shelter, but those are not nice places. It's not easy, you see, to find adoption families for 10-year-olds. Specially if they are like Carlos."
"What do you mean?" I asked, getting slightly suspicious.
"Well, he told me you knew he's gay, but that you don't care."
"Of course, I know he's gay, his boyfriend Pedro stayed over last Friday night and Saturday."
Mrs. Peralez got a bit red in the face, but I could see that inwardly she was smiling.
"Mr. Peters, I'm going to allow you to take young Carlos home with you shortly, provided I could visit you at your house at around 5 pm this afternoon. I think it would be best for us to discuss Carlos' future at that time."
"Do you have the address?"
"Yes, I got your address and cell phone number from Mrs. Mancillas. It was given to her by Ms. Valdez before she left."
"Can we go and see Carlos now?"
Mrs. Peralez proceeded to take me to the nurse's office and when I entered I saw Carlos sitting on a bench, his eyes red from crying. As soon as he noticed me he got up and jumped into my arms.
I felt my shoulder getting wet from his tears as I tried to soothe him. "Shall we go home now, little man?" I whispered in his ear. He just nodded.
As I walked out of the office with an armful of boy, Mrs. Peralez asked if I would be OK driving home. I assured her I would, but she followed me out anyway.
As I opened the passenger door, I could hear her gasp, "Oh dear, is this your car?"
It took some persuading, but I managed to get Carlos to let go of me, take his seat and buckle up. I closed the door and went over to the driver's side. Before getting in I thanked Mrs. Peralez and told her we'd see her later that afternoon.
The ride home was obviously a somber affair. Carlos had short fits of sobbing and I tried to soothe him by softly rubbing his shoulder.
"Is Mrs. Peralez going to take me away this afternoon?" he suddenly asked.
"I don't think so. She asked me if I wanted to take care of you and of course I told her I would."
"You and Allejandro are all the family I have left," Carlos proclaimed. At that I had to slow down the car as I was getting teary-eyed.
After we parked the car and exited the garage I could see Allejandro standing in the doorway, a very troubled look spread across his face. Carlos immediately sprinted forward, jumped into Allejandro's arms and latched himself around his neck. Allejandro looked at me questioningly and I just motioned to him, indicating we should go into the house.
Allejandro sat down on the couch with Carlos still holding on to him for dear life. As I sat down beside them I noticed Carlos whispering something into Allejandro's ear. His face drained of all color and I could see tears well up in his eyes. He looked at me and I just nodded.
The sobbing that ensued held on for a good 20 minutes. It was hard to keep my composure as Carlos poured out his grief, Allejandro sharing it with him.
Being emotionally drained I soon noticed that Carlos had fallen asleep in Allejandro's arms. I helped Allejandro get up and we both went into Carlos' bedroom where we carefully laid him down on his bed.
After closing the bedroom door behind us, Allejandro gripped me tightly and whispered, "How?"
"It was a car accident. It must have been pretty bad," I whispered back.
We walked back to the couch to sit down before continuing our conversation in hushed tones.
"He's going to stay here, isn't he?" Allejandro asked.
"I hope so. We'll probably know more when Mrs. Peralez, the social worker, comes by here this afternoon," I said.
"Does she know about me?"
"I don't know. I don't think I told her, but Carlos might have. I know he told her he is gay."
"What if she wants to see the house and discovers my stuff in our bedroom?"
"I hadn't thought about that."
"I'll move my stuff to one of the other bedrooms." And with that Allejandro got up and quickly went up the stairs.
After a few minutes, I went into the study to call the lawyer that had helped me with all the legal stuff surrounding the purchase of the villa. I got through and circuitously explained to him the situation. He told me he knew some very good family lawyers and that he would send me all their details through the mail asap.
Returning to the living room I saw Allejandro coming back down the stairs too. He smiled and nodded to me, "Done. I've even hid the bottle of stuff that's normally on the nightstand."
A short while later Carlos, still looking sleepy, came out of his room. He walked over to us and hopped onto Allejandro's lap. Then he turned to me and said, "I'm hungry."
With everything that had been going on, lunch time had come and gone without any of us really taking any notice. I went into the kitchen and made us some sandwiches which we ate on the couch, not bothering to set the table.
For most of the time we just sat on the couch in silence. A thick air of apprehension almost palpable.
Then all of a sudden Allejandro bent forward and I could hear him whisper to Carlos, "Stop wiggling your butt, you're making me hard."
This brought forth a small giggle from Carlos and I thought it was one of the best and most beautiful sounds I'd ever heard.
It was close to 5 pm when the doorbell rang and I got up to let Mrs. Peralez in.
As I led her into the living room, I could see Carlos had vacated Allejandro's lap and was now sitting next to him. Mrs. Peralez in the meantime was swiveling her head around and murmuring "Oh my, what a beautiful house."
I introduced Allejandro to her and to my surprise she hugged him. "It's so nice to meet Carlos' surrogate big brother," she said, causing Allejandro to blush furiously.
She wanted to talk to Carlos in private for a while, so I showed her into the study, with Carlos following us apprehensively. After the door was closed, I went back to join Allejandro on the couch.
"What did she mean with 'surrogate big brother'? I don't have any brothers and neither does Carlos."
I tried to explain and when the concept dawned on him, Allejandro smiled. "Yes, I've always wanted a little brother."
A while later the door to the study opened and Carlos seemed a lot happier as he walked towards us. "She wants to talk to you now," he said to Allejandro, as he sat down beside me.
Allejandro got up, looked me in the eye and then walked into the study, the door closing again behind him.
Carlos grabbed hold of my arm and said, "I told Mrs. Peralez I want to stay here. She said she won't take me away." I just kissed the top of his head.
It was only a few minutes later when Allejandro and Mrs. Peralez came out of the study. I couldn't read Allejandro, but Mrs. Peralez at least was smiling.
Mrs. Peralez asked me if she could see the rest of the house, so I gave her the tour. As we walked up the stairs Allejandro slipped past us and when we got to the large landing was standing at one of the spare bedroom doors. He opened it, saying: "This is my bedroom."
"You are one smart kid," I thought, I would have had no idea which spare bedroom he had put his stuff in. Showing her my bedroom she immediately made a beeline for the walk-in closets.
"Can't I move in here too?" she quipped, smiling broadly.
"What would your husband say about that?" I retorted.
"Yes, you're right. He wouldn't survive a single day without me."
Back on the ground floor we all sat around the dining table at her request.
"I would want to see Carlos stay here, but there is one stipulation. You will have to learn Spanish," she said.
I shrugged. "I wanted to do that anyway. I want to know what these two rascals are really saying behind my back."
Carlos and Allejandro both snickered and got slightly flushed.
"And once you know Spanish, you might also consider becoming a Spanish citizen. That way you could even adopt Carlos before he's 14."
I hadn't expected that bombshell and was lost for words for a few moments.
Seeing my predicament, she quickly added, "But there's no hurry, there's plenty of time yet."
Then Allejandro bent over the table, "Don't worry about Mr. Peters learning Spanish, Mrs. Peralez, Carlos and I will help him." Carlos added his bit by vigorously shaking his head.
Mrs. Peralez seemed satisfied, but then said she wanted to have a talk with me in private too. We got up and went into the study, leaving the boys at the table.
Once the door was closed and we had taken our seats Mrs. Peralez let out a long sigh.
"I've been hard at work all afternoon and I think there are a few things that you should be made aware of."
"Go ahead."
"Well, Carlos' grandparents had made extensive arrangements and they will both be buried in a purchased plot in a cemetery in Valencia. Unfortunately, no such arrangements exist for Carlos' mother. As it stands she will be buried in an anonymous plot in a Valencia municipal cemetery. In the wake of that, everything she owned will be publicly sold in an effort to recover as much as possible for the burial costs."
I shook my head. "Isn't there a cemetery around here where she could be laid to rest?"
"Yes, there are a few, but the state won't allow for the extra expenses. Of course, if someone else was willing to pay for the funeral, that would change things."
"You are a smart lady, Mrs. Peralez. What do I need to do to make this happen?"
"Just give me your e-mail address and I'll send you all the details you need once I'm back in the office tomorrow morning."
"OK, what else?"
"Do you know if Carlos has a key to his mother's apartment?"
"I have no idea. Didn't you ask him?"
"Sorry, that was an oversight on my part. Could you quickly ask him now?"
I did and Carlos acknowledged that he had keys to both the building and the individual apartment.
"I would advise you to clear out the apartment at the earliest opportunity. I'm sure there's stuff from Carlos there as well as pictures and other items that he might want to keep. I've seen it too many times where a landlord just tosses everything out once they learn the tenant is deceased."
"Thank you for the heads up, it'll be taken care off."
"I have just one more thing, but it's more of a personal favor. You see, I have a little brother, he's 14 and I think he's gay," she said, a pleading look coming into her eyes.
"And what's the favor?"
"I'm sure you know about the suicide rate amongst gay teens and I want him to know he's not alone. So, I thought maybe he could come by here some time."
I could see she was struggling.
"I love my father, but he's so stuck on his beliefs. I think if he found out, he'd chuck my brother out of the house, just like Allejandro was."
"I'm sorry," I said, taking hold of her hands.
"He's such a good kid and if it does happen, my husband and I would take him in in a heartbeat. But he needs to feel good about himself first."
"Of course, you can send him around some time. I'm sure Carlos and Allejandro could get him to open up. So, does you little brother have a name?"
"Oh, sure, his name is Rafael."
I just plunged down back into my chair. This could be just a coincidence, there were plenty of boys called 'Rafael', but I had a nagging feeling it wasn't.
"Can I ask you something?" I almost whispered.
She looked at me inquisitively and said, "Sure!"
"Does Rafael do pizza deliveries sometimes on his red moped?"
Her eyes got wide as she stammered, "How do you know?"
I smiled at her and said, "You don't have to worry about your little brother. He visited here last Sunday afternoon and he knows he's welcome to come back any time."
"I knew it!" she exclaimed. "I knew something was different about him when we had dinner at my parent’s last Sunday night. I was right, wasn't I; he's gay."
I looked her straight in the eyes and said: "That is something you'll have to ask him yourself. Whatever he shared here was in total confidence and I won't betray that trust."
"You are a very good man, Mr. Peters," she said.
"I will tell you this, if you chance to tell him about a new client called Carlos and that you are trying to help him stay with a Mr. Peters and a boy called Allejandro ... who knows what can happen."
She gave it some thought before her eye caught her watch. She excused herself profusely for taking up so much of our time and that she really needed to get home. She said goodbye to the boys and thanked me again at the door, even giving me a slight kiss on the cheek. Then she hurried to her car and drove off.
When I reentered the living room both boys were staring at me. It was Allejandro who spoke up first, "Why did she kiss you?"
TBC