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Miguel, the Pool Boy, Part 3

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I woke up to the sound of the shower. I stretched out. I had slept really well. I remembered what had happened the night before and I smiled. I got up and walked to the bathroom, where I saw Miguel in the shower. His body muscular and curvy in all the right places. His back was turned toward me, so I snuck into the shower and put my hands over his eyes. He flinched but shortly after he laughed. “Is that my sexy American?” I put my hands down and hugged him from behind, pushing my boner into his ass. “Thank you for a great fuck last night”, I said as I kissed his shoulder. “It was my pleasure”, he said. I saw he now also had an erection. When he turned around, we compared dick sizes. Our cocks were similar in length, but his was thicker and stood straight out, whereas mine curved upwards and was circumcised. He couldn’t resist stroking my cock a few times and before I knew it he was on his knees, giving me a blowjob. I moaned softly as the warm water fell on my chest. He was an artist with his tongue as he worked my shaft and balls, before going back to the head and finally deepthroating me like there was no tomorrow. His hands caressed my upper body and butt. He was doing such a good job I had to hold on to the wall for balance. I got so worked up, I pulled him up to kiss him and ask if I could fuck him. He paused, smiled, and said, “Please do.”

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.


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