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Miguel, the Pool Boy, Part 3
by RobertFoley
He bent forward, revealing such a beautiful wet hole, I couldn’t resist fingering him first. The high-pitched, almost surprised moans reminded me of last night. Miguel gasped for air as soon enough he started moving his ass further onto my finger. He more than welcomed a second finger. This man was a sex god in both roles, I could only hope I measured up. I got so horny I couldn’t wait any longer to fuck him. His warm hole fit around my cock like a glove. Miguel’s moans got louder and echoed through the bathroom. I started out slow, but it didn’t take long for me to speed up. Miguel stood up straight, making his hole tighter around my shaft. He reached back and held on to my side as his chest was against the wall. He looked back at me with a face full of pleasure. His eyes wide, his mouth open, his forehead wrinkled. “I am going to orgasm”, he moaned. “Unnngh…” I saw him painting the shower wall with his cum. I was pretty close at that point so I pulled out and jerked off. Miguel turned around and crouched down so he could receive my load on his face. He loved it. He licked the sensitive head of my cock for every last drop. He smiled up at me.
“I go to work”, he said as he quickly cleaned his face, cock and ass and got out of the shower. “Oh right, it’s Monday”, I said out loud as I watched him dry off. “Take my car, please.” “Yes? I can?” “Absolutely!” He smiled, walked toward me and pulled me in for a passionate kiss on the mouth. “Thank you”, he whispered, before he left the bathroom with the towel. “Have a good day!”, I said, like we had been a couple for years.
Soon after Miguel left, a maid entered the villa. She introduced herself as Rosa. I offered her something to drink but she declined. I heard her work in the background but I focused on my writing. And the book was coming together more and more. I was so thankful to Sharon that she offered me to stay here, it had really jumpstarted the writing process after weeks of feeling uninspired.
Morning turned into afternoon and afternoon turned into evening. Miguel hadn’t come back with the rental car. I was starting to think the worst. I checked his room and saw that the clothes I bought him were still there. I immediately felt bad for my assumptions. I decided to walk to the nearest supermarket to buy some food. When I got back I found the car in front of the villa. I walked onto the patio and saw Miguel sitting in the living room. I closed the outside door behind me and he looked up, directly at me. He got up and ran outside. He hugged me. I stood there with two plastic bags of groceries and couldn’t move. “Are you OK?”, I asked. “I am so happy to see you”, he replied, still holding on to me. “I’m happy to see you too”, I smiled. He let go and looked at me. His eyes were a little red. He kissed me on the mouth. “I spoke with my father.” I stood in silence. Miguel seemed OK, I don’t think his father had been violent again. But it had clearly been emotional. “You tell me all about it while I prepare you a nice meal?”, I said, raising the plastic bags. He nodded and smiled.
Miguel sat at the kitchen table and talked as I kept busy in the kitchen. He admitted it had been emotional to see his father again. His father had apologized for hitting him and begged him to come back. But Miguel said he could smell the alcohol on his breath. “We had good talk. He was… calm. I feel like he understand what I say. I tell him I cannot buy him beer anymore and I cannot live with him when he drinks. But I know he no eat when I no cook for him, so… we now… have appointment. I cook him dinner all of the days. I drive him to hospital when he needs to go. But I no live there for a while. I need break. He understand. He cry a little. He promise to try to stop drinking.” “That sounds good”, I said, stirring in the pan with sauce, “at least he’s willing to change.” “Yes, is good. But he promise before. So if is OK with you, I stay here some time longer? Maybe all the two weeks?” I smiled. I walked around the counter and squatted down in front of him. “Nothing would make me happier.” Miguel smiled from ear to ear and gave me a big, passionate kiss that I didn’t want to break. After what seemed like a few seconds, but may have been almost a minute, I could hear my sauce boiling over. “Oh no!”, I said as I ran back to the stove. “I’m sorry”, Miguel said, still smiling. I smiled back. “Let’s have some dinner.”
In the days that followed, I felt like a relationship was blossoming between Miguel and I. We fucked like rabbits, usually twice a day or more. Miguel exclusively slept in bed with me in the spacious upstairs bedroom. After the sex, we would lay in bed and talk about our pasts and our visions for the future. When he went to work, I would stay home and write.
Miguel would stop by his father Enrico’s place to make him dinner. After the radiation appointment, Miguel actually had dinner with his father. He said he no longer saw any beer in the house and that he could tell his father was trying. He also said he had even talked about me, but Enrico had always had trouble accepting his only son’s gay relationships, so he just said he was happy that Miguel was happy and quickly changed the subject.
In the weekend, we went back to the secluded beach and had the most amazing sex. We drank and swam naked in the sea. I felt like I was already on my honeymoon. But I was coming close to finishing a first draft of my book and I knew I would soon have to return to Atlanta. I remained in denial about having to leave the villa. Miguel and I had pretty much fucked all over that villa, including the pool. We never wore clothes when we were in the villa and there was something both liberating and sexual about it.
On the following Monday, when Rosa was cleaning the house, I sent my first draft to Sharon. I knew she would most likely reply back to me somewhere in the week, but I knew I was not going to do anymore writing in Mexico. The finishing touches would be done back in Atlanta. I was proud that I had a storyline. It told the story of Luis, a hotel employee in Mexico who meets an American tourist at work. However, Luis’s father is sick. Luis fights with his father and seeks solace with Jim, the American man he doesn’t really know. Jim allows Luis to spend the night and they have the greatest sex. But during that same night, Luis’s father dies. Luis grieves and feels guilty, growing closer and closer to Jim. They fall in love. Luis has nobody or nothing left in Mexico and wants to go back to the US with Jim, whose holiday is ending. But America in the year 2017 doesn’t turn out to be so welcoming to Luis.
I closed the laptop and decided to use the rest of my time in Mexico to relax and spend as much time as I could with Miguel. I went to the supermarket, got some nice food to prepare a big dinner where I would tell Miguel the news that I sent my first draft. I was very aware I used much of Miguel’s life in this story without telling him about it. So I would have to come clean about that as well.
Once Miguel came back from his father’s house and walked in the door, I was pretty much done with the food. I had also made my way through almost an entire bottle of wine. I was proud of my achievement and may have started the celebrating a bit early. Miguel laughed. “Jay, are you drunk?” “No, it’s not too bad”, I said. I told him to sit down at the table and served him what I had been working on. I poured him a glass of wine and opened a new one to refill my own. I held up my glass and said, “This morning I sent my first draft to the publisher.” Miguel gasped. “Congratulations, baby!” He leaned across the table and kissed me on the mouth. “Cheers!”, he said enthusiastically as he raised his glass. “Cheers!” “Start your meal”, I said. “Buen apetito”, he said before he started. “I have to tell you what the book is going to be about. Because I got lots of inspiration from you. And.. us.” “That sounds exciting!”, he said.
Once I finished telling him the set-up, he put down his cutlery and smiled. “Is weird”, he started. “I know is not why you wrote this… in this way, but…” He looked down, trying to find the words. “Sometimes I look at you and… I want to be like Luis. Nothing keeping me here. I want to go back with you.” My heart started pounding when he said that. My face must have lit up. “I no want my father to die. I want to stay with him until he get better. But I am sad. Sad to see you go and know is no the right time to go with you. Because of father and because of USA. I can not.” I grabbed his hand. “Miguel… You don’t have to. Our situation is completely different. I didn’t write the story because I want you to come back home with me. I am the one with the resources, the job that doesn’t require a specific location… I even know someone who has bought a second home here in Mexico to give me tips. I will come visit, trust me. I finally meet someone I feel like I can build a lasting relationship with, I am not going to let a border or a sick relative stop me.” Miguel smiled. “You come back?” “Absolutely!” “Señor Jay Parker?” I laughed. “Si?” “I think I am in love with you.” My heart was still pounding as I felt my eyes water. “Mr Miguel Velazquez… I am in love with you too.”
We kissed intensely as Miguel ripped my shirt off my body, making buttons fly across the room. He pushed me onto the sofa and took off my jeans as quickly as he could. He sucked my cock and licked my ass and soon enough had me so turned on I was gasping for air. Soon enough Miguel fucked me while I lay on the sofa. He fucked me at such an angle that he must have hit my prostate because I came within five thrusts. He didn’t stop as the cum dribbled down my sides. I stayed hard as he fucked me, slow, then fast, but always so very deep inside of me. It was the most intense sex we had had so far. After a few minutes of fucking, he pulled out and came all over my chest, mixing his with my own cum. That didn’t stop him as he straddled me and sat on top of my still rock hard cock. He rode me and seemingly couldn’t get enough. Our moans got louder and louder. After a few minutes he came a second time, hitting my chest and face with his cum. I came inside of him. He kissed me. “Te amo.” “I love you too.” “Sorry about the food. Is cold.” I laughed.
THE END
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It’s quite difficult to explain how my practice went from a regular physician’s practice to the leading practice on men’s sexual health in Walpole, Massachusetts. I had studied men’s sexual health quite extensively, before and after getting my degree. But it was likely it was word of mouth within the Walpole community on how I handled some of my patients that made my reputation into what it was
My Hottest Patients, Part 2: Ace
“Mr Ace Griffin?” It had been a pretty regular Tuesday at the practice. But when I read out this name, which I hadn’t seen before, and saw a bear of a man stand up, I knew this day could turn for the better. He was about 6’, 45 years old, had short strawberry blond hair, green eyes, a sexy sideways smile, and a beefy build. For now he was dressed in a blue and white plaid shirt and khaki pants.
My Hottest Patients, Part 3: Jonny
It was my last appointment on a Wednesday afternoon and all I wanted was to go home. It had been a long day with lots of annoying patients. But my luck was about to turn. “Mr Jonny Hao?” I looked around the waiting room for anyone who looked remotely Asian. However a Caucasian-looking man nervously stood up. He had brown hair, big brown eyes, some scruffy facial hair and a massive build. He was
My Hottest Patients, Part 4: Deniz
It was early on a Thursday morning when I stepped out of my office into the waiting room. I was ready for the week to end and drive down to Rhode Island to meet up with Jonny. Little did I know what was still to come. “Mr Deniz Yalaz?” Confidently, a large man walked my way. This guy was built like a house. Beefy, like me, but taller. Quite an imposing figure, had it not been for his wide
Neal, the Live Model
***This story was posted previously on my blog*** Usually I loved walking through one of the many parks in Columbus, Ohio during spring. But today, mid-April, spring definitely had not sprung yet. At a chilly 37 degrees (3 Celsius) I walked through Thompson Park and noticed a severe lack of leaves on the trees and even some leftover snow. I had brought my camera to take some pics to
Pete, the Assistant Coach
I came around the bend and I realized I had energy left in the last fifty meters. I only saw Chris in front of me and decided to go for it. I noticed I was getting closer and closer and I just crossed the finish line before he did. “Well done, Toby!” New assistant coach Sowders clapped for me. He had replaced Coach Rivera only a few weeks back and what a replacement he had been. Short brown
Scott, the Former High School Jock, Part 1
***This story was posted previously on my blog*** I was well aware that it was a five hour drive, but every time it bit me in the ass how boring it really was to drive for so long. Visiting my parents upstate for my Mom’s 50th birthday was something I gladly did, yet partly dreaded. Going back to Elizabethtown, New York, was quite the culture shock from my Long Island apartment. Apart
Scott, the Former High School Jock, Part 2
***This story was posted previously on my blog*** Scott dropped me off at home and said he genuinely hoped he would see me again while I was here. This time we did exchange phone numbers. He gave me a hug while we were still seated in the car. It was slightly awkward, but also nice. When I walked into the house, I saw that my sister Louise and her husband Robert had arrived from
Scott, the Former High School Jock, Part 3
***This story was previously posted on my blog*** I woke up and the second I realized what day it was, I smiled. I jumped out of bed and did everything I could to look my best. I tidied the apartment and made sure everything was just right. I walked to Bravo Food Market, which was right next to my apartment building. I bought the things I could remember Scott liked to eat and drink.
Scott, the Former High School Jock, Part 4
***This story was posted previously on my blog*** I woke up. It was clearly morning as the sun made it into the bedroom. I felt Scott’s head on my shoulder and his hand on my chest. He was cuddled up so close to me, like he was scared to lose me. I suddenly remembered it was Monday and looked at my phone. Two minutes before it was time to get up. I carefully turned off my alarm and
Scott, the Former High School Jock, Part 5
***This story was posted previously on my blog*** Scott and I walked through Manhattan. He was absolutely ecstatic with the news that he got a job in an esteemed kitchen in New York. “We have the rest of the day”, I said, “what do you want to do?” “I want to go and get drinks! In a gay bar! I’ve never been to one.” “I love that idea!”, I said as I felt Scott reach for my hand to hold it.
Steve, my Christmas Accident, Part 1
“Lorraine, I’m heading out!” I had to yell over a country version of ‘Santa Claus Is Coming To Town’ for her to hear me. It was December 23 and I was more than ready to get out of work, swing by Safeway and get settled for the holidays. “Greg, honey, you be careful with that blizzard out there!” The entire town had been buzzing over the blizzard that was supposed to hit today, the worst in
Steve, my Christmas Accident, Part 2
I woke up to a loud sound I could not determine. I was wide awake immediately. The first thing I saw was the other side of the bed. It was empty, but someone had definitely slept there. Then I remembered. Steve. “Steve?” “Yeah? Sorry to wake you up, man. I just needed to take a leak.” The fire had died down quite a lot. I felt it was like 2 or 3 in the morning and I could barely see anything.
The Beautiful Stranger, Part 1
I had run out of water a few hours ago. The sun had been beaming on me all day. I had carried this huge backpack with me the entire time. The cap I wore was soaking with sweat. I knew I was close. It had been a great hike from Goiás to Brasília. It had been such an adventure. But now I couldn’t wait to get to the hotel in Brasília with a regular bed, where I could plug in my phone and look at
The Beautiful Stranger, Part 2
I heard myself moan as I woke up. That was a nice nap. I noticed I had taken off my underwear in my sleep. I remember feeling hot when I drifted off. Only now there was a lovely breeze from the ceiling fan. How did that get turned on? I heard noises from within the apartment. Bernardo was back already? Had he seen me sleeping naked in his bed? I put my briefs back on and walked into the
The Rom Com Love Triangle, Part 1
“Good morning Sailesh!”, my elderly neighbor said, waving to me as I walked to my car. “Good morning Mr Woodburn”, I replied. Mr Woodburn had greeted me with a genuine smile every time he saw me. He had lived alone for as long as I lived there, which was now about sixteen years. I feared turning into Mr Woodburn and living out my old age by myself. At the age of 40 I had given up on
The Rom Com Love Triangle, Part 2
We turned right on Rugby Road, onto Alder Woods Drive. I looked in the backseat and saw Duke lying there, looking up at me with his big brown eyes. “How is he?” “He looks sad”, I replied to Kala, who was driving. We drove onto the grounds of Inova Fair Oaks Hospital in Fairfax. Kala and I got out of the car. “You go in”, she said, “I’ll walk around with Duke for a bit”. I walked to the
The Rom Com Love Triangle, Part 3
I knew Diego would be teaching until late, so I suggested taking him out to eat after. He preferred to eat in and said he would bring back some Chinese takeout to his place. “Hey you”, Diego said as he opened the door. He was again in his traditional outfit: a tanktop, shorts and a baseball cap. We kissed. “Did you have a good day?”, I asked. “Yup, it was fine! Come on in”, he
Tiago, my New Neighbor
“Hello! My name is Juliana and we’re going to be your new neighbors!” The five year-old girl gave me a Tupperware box. “Thank you, Juliana. My name is Ian.” “They’re coxinhas, a Brazilian snack. There’s chicken in it and it contains gluten”, the mother said. She was an overweight woman with curly blond hair. She wore a white dress with a pattern that only emphasized her full figure. “It
Todd, the Model with the Big Ass, Part 1
I put the bag of groceries on the counter. I wiped the sweat off my face. It was 101 degrees outside (38 Celsius) and with every intention to go jogging, I ended up walking down to the grocery store instead. But I had been sweating like it had been a workout. I looked around my small apartment and sighed. How had I gotten myself here? Here, in Laredo, Texas, a city so close to Mexico, there
Todd, the Model with the Big Ass, Part 2
It was the evening and Troy, Charlie and I sat outside in the little restaurant in the resort. I had my laptop on the table and I went through the photos I had taken during the day. It had been such a hot day and not just weather-wise. “So first, the one-bedroom apartment”, I said. The first picture was of Junior and Keegan. Junior was pretending to be asleep with the covers only reaching up
Todd, the Model with the Big Ass, Part 3
Troy was working reception as I waited for Todd. The first visitors were going to be arriving in only a few weeks and reservations continued to come in for the rest of the year. As he was answering customers’ e-mails I leaned on the other side of the reception desk. I had never asked Todd where he lived. I had driven to and from Santa Monica last week and it was nearly three hours each way.
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