A summer wish

“Look at the time! What happened? Where you mugged?” Aunt stares at me. I notice her holding her threatening knitting needles in her hand. She’s also wearing her ugly champagne-colored bathrobe and has those big fluffy slippers that have seen better days. Obviously she’s been knitting.

“Auntie, dear, I’m so sorry I made you worried. I promise I’ll not do that again.” I sit by her on the old liver-colored sofa covered with one of her knitting works. Her cat always gets her claws caught on the wool. No wonder it’s unraveling at places. Should I finally tell her I saw Misha dead in the ditch last week?

“Have you been drinking? Taking drugs?”

“No, dear.” I look at the TV and she’s watching Fantástico. Everybody watches it on Sunday nights. It’s a sort of program with a variety of interviews, pseudo-educative content, and extremely sensationalist. “Oh, look aunt! A program about saving the pandas!” She turns off the TV.

“I’ll heat up your dinner in the microwave and you’re going to tell me exactly what happened, young man! And don’t deny it, for I bet you met him. And let me guess, you’ve been to his place and was intimate with this man!” I smile and cover my face.

“Dear auntie! What a thing to say to your innocent nephew!”

“Spill it out! What happened? Did you or did you not go to his bedroom?”

“Jesus, aunt, of course not! Anyway, auntie, dear, I don’t feel hungry right now. Mauro and I shared a plate of soup, crackers, and a medium-sized tuna pizza in his hospital room.” She stops midway, with her fridge door open.

“What? Are they serving pizzas at the hospital now?”

“At Edmundo Vasconcelos Hospital’s snack bar you can find it. You can even find burgers, fries, milk-shakes.” She shakes her head.

“I can never have an adult conversation with you, Ken!” She frowns. “By the way, since you’re so pleased with yourself, how about start looking for your own place? This way you’ll have all your privacy in the world to bring men in whenever you like!” I sit on a kitchen chair.

“What do you mean, auntie? You have nothing to do with my private life!”

“Well, dear nephew. Guess what? Your uncle has finally decided to show up in Brazil. I suppose he’s just had enough of Japan and, his mistress. This is why I’m telling you to find your own place.”

“When is he coming back?” She checks the calendar taped pm the door of the fridge. There is a spot marked in red pen, circled several times, nearly tearing a hole on the paper.

“In about two weeks!” She smiles triumphantly.

“Oh, how nice, auntie! So that means you won’t be able to keep visiting that man, what’s his name again? He’s called here a couple of times asking for you. Of course! Mr. Shiroma!” I smile. She purses her lips leans against the table with both hands.

“Listen, Ken! I don’t know who you’re talking about. And, never mention that name while your uncle is here, all right dear?” She forces a smiles.

“Don’t worry, auntie! Oh, by the way, tomorrow I’m not having dinner here. He’s cooking something at his place for me.”

“Suit yourself! I’m not going to,” she sits on her old chair. “Listen to me, do you think you can trust people just after meeting them and having your outings. Do you remember what your mother said? She told me to keep an eye on you for her!”

“Listen, auntie, it’s late and there’s no point in fighting. Why don’t we just put a stone on these unpleasant topics. Shall we?” I smile.

“All right. But not a word about that man, Mr., what’s his name again? Anyway, if you wish, you can stay here as long as you, wish. I suppose two weeks is too little time for you to find your own place.”

“Good night, auntie, dear! And thanks for letting he stay here!”

On the following day I have breakfast with her and go to work downtown. I reach the studio and meet the guys. They all look sleepy and drowsy. I’m sure they must have taken at least three different public transportation to come to work. And my day goes by busy as usual. I handle clients taking their orders, handing in printed projects, and of course, telling the guys at the studio not to slack on the job. And during lunch, we all go to a cheap snack bar, where we meet a lot of trans girls. All of then are prostitutes. But they have a good heart, I can tell. Then at four P.M. I’m done with my work and head towards an office building just across the street. I greet the doorman and take the elevator to the 13th floor. I meet Mr. Silveira, Mr. Guimarães, and Mr. Prado for their English classes. Gigi, a trans girl used to teach these older guys English. She got tired of their bullying and flirting with her and never returned. She’s only taught them for a week.

“Hi, boys! How are you doing?” They greet me and we start our lesson. And as all of them didn’t do their homework again, I collect $5 from each as a penalty. And the class goes on until five thirty P.M. We meet twice a week and I must say they’re picking up the language fast. Mr. Guimarães wants to learn swearing and obscene expressions, not to mention reading BDSM lit. Mr. Silveira wants to date American boys. And Mr. Prado wants to open a BDSM club in São Paulo and wishes to learn how to communicate with guys abroad.

“Shit! Look at the time!” I rush to the subway station and get off at Vila Madalena Station. I rush down the street and find 189 Ernesto de Paiva Street. I admire the trees and this lovely neighborhood. I ring the bell and wait. Just then I see a lady coming from the other street carrying her dog.

“Oh, hi there, young man! Did you meet Mr. Vandyken that day?”

“Oh yes, dear. Thank you for your help.” I ring his doorbell again. Nothing. I check my cell phone and a message has just arrived from him. He says he’s going to be a bit late for our meeting since he’s attending an unexpected meeting at the university.

“He usually gets home around this time or earlier, dear.”

“Oh, I know, m’am! I’ve just got a message from him saying he’s coming now. By the way, is there a grocery store or supermarket around here, m’am?” She points to one, just on the corner. “Thanks dear!” I get some large ripe tomatoes, bacon, spaghetti, and a bag of shredded parmesan cheese, just in case.

As I return to his place, I find his old car in the garage and the back of the house is lit. I ring the bell, feeling quite anxious to meet him again. Then I see this strong confident man in his small black cotton shorts and white cotton sleeveless shirt. Not bad for an almost retiring university professor.

“Ken, how nice to see you!” He opens the gate and we hug and kiss.

“Lovely to see you too, Mauro!”

“Did you get my message?” I explain to him my trip to the grocery store on the corner.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, Ken! I’ve had to attend this unpleasant meeting and was in such a hurry to get back that I’ve forgotten to go to the supermarket! I had promised you a lovely French dinner and this happened.” We enter the property and walk towards his house in the back, which looks quite old and dark on the outside. He opens the door and I’m taken by the mess of stuff all over the place. “I’m sorry, Ken. This place is a bit messy. You know, my brother-in-law still keeps a few things here.” I notice the piles of cardboard boxes, clothing, a broken guitar, two bicycles, gardening tools, a large box, which is written Christmas stuff. The place smells of mold and mothballs. “Ken, I-I suppose you thought you’d find a lovely castle marble, a crystal chandelier. But this is the place I live.” He smiles and fidgets with his big hands.

“That’s all right, dear.”

“I-I’m going to be very honest with you, Ken. I’ve sold my car a while ago. This old car that you saw belongs to my sister. I’m actually a retired professor, but keep on working because, I’ve got to eat, don’t I? Let me explain. As I need to pay child support for my two boys who are nearly graduating from university, I’ve got little to no money left at the end of the month. And today, I attended this meeting and, I was dismissed from the university, Ken. So, I’m going to lose even my health plan.” He sits on a chair that creaks under his weight. “I don’t know what I’ll do from now on. No one will hire someone my age anymore. I left that meeting room as fast as I could, feeling chagrined. This way I spared them the awkwardness of the situation.”

“Mauro, dear. Take heart. Things will turn up for you. I am here, aren’t I?” He nods and looks away.

“You’re here. You’re my angel of light.” I hug him. “My God, what will my life be without you?”

“I don’t know, dear. I just know that I’m hungry now.” I wipe his tears for him and he smiles. “And I’ve brought something too.” He smiles.

“Good thing you’ve remembered to bring something, for I have very little food in the house, but the little I have, we can share, my angel.” He forces a sad smile.

“It’s all right, Mauro.”

“I-I’m so sorry, Ken. I don’t want you to pity me. All I wanted was to throw you a nice dinner, make you fall in love with me and, have wild sex in my bedroom. But now, my heart has gone out of it.”

“Do you remember the Cinderella tale, dear?” He nods and we sit by the large kitchen table, piled with empty plastic bags, bills to pay, a mug with pens and pencils, a dusty empty fruit bowl with dry moldy passion fruit, a dusty sugar pot, and the stained table cloth with black ink spots.

“Yes, Ken.” He smiles.

“You’re just like Cinderella.”

“Or her dad, Ken. But I’m a penniless man, as you can see for yourself.”

“Hey, I haven’t thought of her dad! Anyway, you’re like Cinderella. And the only difference is that you’re hot as hell. You’ve got a heart longing to love. You’re kind, sweet, and courageous. After all, you’ve helped you ex-wife with the child support and they’re almost graduating from university, like you said.” He smiles.

“To think of it, you’re right, Ken. Poor Cinderella was daydreaming of her prince charming to come and change her life beyond her dreams.” He smiles and takes my hand. “Ken, will you also transform and change my life?”

“I don’t have such power, dear. As a matter of fact, I’m also penniless and struggling to make ends meet. But I know that our lives can be beautiful and magical if we join forces, dear. And what is more important, we’ve found each other to build something together.”

“I-I don’t know how to make this happen, Ken. I honestly don’t. Like I said, I’m an old man who’s only now found someone special in his life. Isn’t that too late, even for Cinderella?”

“If Cinderella hadn’t had the courage, determination, and love to live, how would she have found her lover? She never gave up, in spite of all the obstacles in her life, Mauro.”

“All right! To hell with it! I’m not going to whine about this old sad place anymore. Otherwise I’ll end up scaring you out of my life.”

“You’d have to do more than that to push me out of your life, my hot daddy!”

“Boy, did you just call me a hot daddy?” We both stand up. I nod and we both smile.

“You’re so hot, daddy! I can hardly keep my mind focused when I’m near you. I get hard just looking at your hot body, daddy.” He smiles and licks his lips.

“You do, huh?” We kiss and he runs his big fat hairy hand over my boner. “Fuck, you surely mean business! You’re longing to give your daddy some of your cum, aren’t you, boy?” I bury my face on his hairy chest. “I’m afraid big daddy hasn’t showered yet, boy.”

“You’re sweaty and just smell wonderful to me, daddy! Please, raise you big arms for your boy!” He raises his arms and discloses his long graying armpit hair. “Oh, fuck! Daddy, c-can I, please?” He chuckles.

“You like sweaty hairy muscular daddies, don’t you, boy?” Instead of answering him, I bury my face against so much hair and go bananas! He embraces me and we kiss. He then takes my hand and we walk towards his large dark bedroom. I notice his dirty laundry scattered on the floor, as well as his shoes. His old large queen-sized bed is unmade. He guides me to his dark bathroom. I see a couple of old pairs of briefs hanging by the small window. It’s clear this bathroom hasn’t been cleaned in a long time. “Let’s take a good shower first, my boy! Daddy wants you all wet and ready for his taking, my boy!”

“Oh, daddy! Please, don’t wash yet! I need to clean your big cock for you first!” He chuckles and folds his arms and spreads his muscular hairy legs.

“On you knees, boy! You like daddy’s musky smell, don’t you?” I get on my knees and face his rock-hard cock, slanted to the side, nearly bursting his old stained cotton briefs. And where the big head of his cock is confined, I see the wet spot of precum.

“Oh, fuck! Give it all to me, daddy!”

“What are you waiting for, boy? Lick my stained briefs! You like my musky smell? Lick everything clean and make me cum like a proud daddy! I want to make you gag and swallow my big load, boy!”

“Y-yes, sir!” Without wasting time, I rub my face against his straining cock and lick the wet spot and savor his precum. I grab his hips and waist and feel his solid round firm buttocks. “Fuck, daddy! You lied to me about your age! You said you were over sixty, but your solid hairy body belongs to Hercules!”

“Shut up and get busy, boy! I can’t hold my erection for long!” I take his briefs, and carefully pull them down. He lifts a leg, and then the other. I rub the sacred garment against my face. I look up and see his long fat cock throbbing. I admire the wet tip covered with precum.

“Oh, daddy! It’s been such a long time since I’ve had a big treat like this!”

“Don’t tell me about it! From now on, you only belong to daddy! You’re my boy! No one else can have your ass and cock, do you understand boy?”

“Yes, daddy! My ass, my cock, and my heart are now yours!” I waste no more time talking and take hold of his prized throbbing cock glistening with precum.

“Fuck! You lick like a real submissive young slave! Oooh! Yes!” I lick the head of his cock clean and lick his big low hanging balls too. I love older men for their balls usually hang low and are often heavy. I rub my face against his forest of graying pubic hair. I run my hand over his furry round firm ass. Everything in my big daddy is perfect! “Are you or aren’t you going to give daddy a blowjob, boy?”

“Yes, daddy! Make me thirst for your big cock!” I pull gently his long hood of foreskin and disclose the large purplish big head covered in precum. I force it in my hungry mouth and play with my tongue, licking every inch and fold with my tongue. I swallow and lick more and play with my lips, sealing it tightly around his thick shaft.

“Holy fuck! You suck so wonderfully, boy! Fuck!” He moans and thrusts his hips forward and back. He moves his hips slowly, as if dancing with his cock sealed in my mouth, the big old devil! I play with my tongue around the head, flicker, poke, rub, press and use pressure, to make my old daddy go crazy. “Oh yeah! You know how to use you tongue, my boy! I knew you were ready for a man like me! You know how to, fuck! Slowly boy! You don’t want big daddy to empty his load too fast. Remember, I’ve only got one load for you.” I slow down and let go of his cock temporarily.

“This is what we’ll see, daddy!”

“I’m over sixty-five, boy! I’m not twenty like you anymore!”

“Oh, daddy! And who said I’m twenty something? I’m pushing to forty myself!” I chuckle.

“Fuck! You’ve tricked me! Anyway, with Asian young men, you can never tell their real age!”

“Now, big daddy, give me a big one, won’t you?” I force his big cock in my mouth again and force it down my throat and keep it there.

“Fuck! No wonder you know so many tricks! Big daddy is going to cum right away if you continue doing like that!” I use my tongue again and force his cock down my throat. “Fuck, you’re doing it again! I won’t be able to hold it anymore! Fuck! Don’t stop now, my boy! Nooo! Fuck! Oooh Ken aaah! FUUUCK! YESSS! FUUUCK!” I struggle to swallow everything, as his throbbing cock spurts jets after jets of hot semen. I lick the big head and probe with the tip of my tongue in the slit of his cock.

“Did you like it, daddy?”

“I’ll pay for this blowjob with my sweet ass, boy! Grab the condom and lube from that drawer!” I open the drawer and find a bottle of lube, but no condom.

“Where’s the condom, daddy?”

“Fuck, there was one there. Well at least there was one when I moved in here,” he scratches his head.

“Daddy, I’m clean and don’t have any STDs. And I really don’t mind doing it without a condom.”

“Are you sure, my boy? I don’t want to shit on you cock, boy.” I smile and slap his buttocks.

“If you shit on my cock, big daddy, you’ll get a bonus for it!” We kiss again and he looks in my eyes and smirks.

“Fuck that old ass of mine, boy! Make daddy bleed and ask for more! I haven’t had anything up my ass in a long time!” I waste no time and lube my cock and his ass.

“Oh, daddy! You ass is so round and firm, and so furry!” I slap his ass and part the cheeks and admire his pink hole. “What a lovely private hole you have daddy!” I lube his ass and insert a finger all the way in.

“Jesus! Aaah! Yeah!” I insert two fingers and rotate, making him gasp. “Yeah, boy! I can feel the head of your cock probing! Yeah, just shove it and make me your bitch! Oh, yeah! Daddy can take that! Fuck! You’re tearing my ass to pieces! Fuck! Does it have to hurt like that? Yeah, keep on pushing! Yeah, fuck!” I fuck his ass and he keeps on moaning loudly. Luckily, his sister and brother-in-law aren’t around. In no time, I begin to thrust my cock back and forth, like a piston. “Yeah, make daddy your big whore! I’m you bitch! Take my sorry ass, boy! Fuck, this feels amazing!”

“Daddy, here it goes! Oh fuck! Jesus! Fuuuck!” I shout and empty my load inside his ass. I pull off and we kiss.

“Old Cinderella now wants to shower, my boy!” We shower and play with the soap bar like two kids. We rinse and dry each other.

“I’ll never forget this moment, Ken. Thank you for making me feel like a man again.” We kiss and get dressed.

We prepare a quick spaghetti dinner. While Mauro is setting the table and cooking the noodles, I chop the tomatoes and bacon and prepare a thick tasty sauce.

“How do you like it, daddy?”

“Wow! Besides being such a hot boy, you’re also a great cook!”

“I hope you’re hungry, daddy. For I’m starving.”

“I’m surely hungry, babe.” I bring the pot to the table and help ourselves to the food.

“This is so delicious, daddy! And what makes it so good is the company. I love you, daddy!” Mauro puts his fork down and wipes his tears.

“I’m a silly sentimental old man, Ken. I hope you forgive me.” I take his hand and kiss it.

“I love silly sentimental old man, daddy.” He smiles.

“Can I really believe this is actually happening to me, Ken?”

“Mauro, I suppose I’m still processing all this myself too. But, let’s just say that, this evening is just the beginning of our fairy tale.” He smiles.

“I don’t want this fairy tale ever to end, babe.”

“And it won’t, daddy. As long as we believe in each other and maintain this flame we have alive.”

“Boy, you surely have a way of kindling my old flame!” He takes my hand.

“Oh, daddy! Not now! I can’t touch you because I get electrical sparks all over me.”

“I feel the same way, Ken. I feel like being twenty-one again.”

“You’re really in great shape, daddy. I can’t believe you’re my dad’s age.”

“Jesus, am I really? I mean, your old man’s age?”

“Or my Uncle Tadao.”

“No wonder you like to call me daddy.” He smiles.

“That’s because you’re my hot daddy.” We finish our lovely dinner and smile.

“I’m afraid I don’t have any dessert to offer, Ken.”

“It’s all right. I’m full, anyway.”

“And I’m totally stuffed myself.” He rubs his belly.

“Hey, why don’t we take an evening stroll? Do you feel like doing it, daddy?”

“Sure, why not? It’ll be better than staying here by myself brooding on how lonely I am. Especially now that I’ve got my hot boyfriend to take me for walks.” He locks the door and the gate.

“There’s a nice green area near here, Ken. I know a lot of people like to take their dogs for walks there.”

“Can I hold you hand, daddy?” He stops and smiles.

“Sure, my love!” We hold hands and admire the quiet neighborhood, tall trees, and the city down the hill. “We’re on the high part and have this incredible view of the city. You should see it during the day too, Ken. It’s quite lovely here.”

“I bet it looks fantastic.” We find the green area and the slope. “Let’s sit on the grass, daddy.” We sit and enjoy the evening. He steals kisses from me and I stroke his bald head. He leans against me and snuggles in to me.

“You know what, Ken. I really wish I had my own place.”

“But don’t you have your house, daddy?”

“I know, Ken. But it belongs to my sister. I’m living there temporarily, for she can kick me out whenever she wants. I’m not even paying rent, only my hydro bills. Anyway, having my own place, I’d invite you to move in with me right away. But living where I am right now, my sister wouldn’t allow me to bring someone in. After all, it’s her property. Instead, I can only grow old and alone there. How I wish I had some money. At least I’d support you and make you feel proud of me, instead of being poor, and making you feel pity.” I kiss his head.

“I feel proud of you, daddy. And who said I pity you? I’d be a fool if I acted that way. Besides, we have one another, don’t we?” He takes my hand and kisses it.

“I thank my starts for putting such a cute courageous boy on my path.”

“And now that I know where you live, I can always come here, for visits. You sister can’t stop you from receiving visitors, right?”

“I know, my love. I just wish I had something more permanent.”

“You intelligent older men are always thinking of the future!” I kiss his head many times.

“I can’t help it, Ken.”

“And when does your sister come back from her trip, daddy?”

“She’s just left for Europe with Gilberto. I think she’s going to stay there for at least three weeks. Why do you ask?” He turns to me and smiles.

“Exactly, daddy! This is what I was thinking!” We both kiss each other and I grab his semi-erect cock. He looks around and begs me not to blow his cock in the open, for others can come and catch us.

“FUUUCK! Jesus!” He gasps and pants, while I swallow every drop of his precious hot semen again. I know we’re running the risk of being caught and even arrested. On top of that, he keeps on telling me he’s afraid of losing his erection because of his age. I could care less, for I’m not wasting this moment with this hot daddy.

“Let me drive you back to your place before you decide to suck on my cock again in this public place.”

The drive back is pleasant. He stops the car and turns to me for his goodbye kiss. I kiss him and force my tongue inside his mouth. With my other hand, I caress his furry chest under his shirt, his belly, and feel his throbbing cock under his small shorts.

“What! You can never have enough of my cock! What if I lose my erection! Fuck! Go for your old daddy! Is it cock that you want, boy? You’re gonna have to swallow everything now! Fuck! Stop it Ken! Really! There are people coming this way! I mean it, Ken!”

“Let them come, daddy. At least they’ll learn not to meddle on other people’s business!”

“You’re just the devil himself, boy! Fuck, Ken!” He moves his hips and gasps. “Don’t stop! Yeah, fuck! YESSS!” He cums again, but he hardly produces any semen for me. Poor daddy, I’ve surely must have emptied his big balls by now.

“Well, good night, daddy and see you soon!”

“I’ll call you, my boy! Good night and take care!”

In the following two weeks, I live with Mauro, and needless to say, we have sex every night.

“Welcome home, my boy! Did you have a nice day at work? I’ve just got back from my jogging. Oh, boy, you won’t believe how hot I’m feeling! And look at me, I need a good thorough shower to get rid of this sweat and cool off my body!”

“Holy fuck!” He takes off his sleeveless white shirt, which is drenched in sweat. He squeezes it and I watch the drops of sweat fall on the ground. My jaw just drops. I also notice his barefoot, begging for my attention.

“There’s much more where it came from, boy! Come and get it!” He steps on the wet floor before I can lick it.

“Fuck, daddy!” I kneel down and crawl for him.

“Kiss my feet, boy! Worship your daddy’s big hairy stinky feet as you should!”

“C-can I lick them daddy?” The odor is just the thing for me! It reminds me of the finest Danish blue cheese smell! I lie on the ground and he steps on my face. I lick his salty delicious sole. The old devil is wearing his small black jogger’s shorts and no underwear again! I can see his dangling proud cock and large balls, full of hot semen for me.

“Those shorts are drenched in sweat. And the front part is wet with my piss and precum, boy!” I nod and moan happily. “Stand up now! My armpits, hairy back, and chest are waiting for you, boy!” I obey instantly and rub my submissive face against his furry heavenly armpit.

“Holy fuck, daddy! I can even pick the slightest scent of soap from your last shower. But the odor is divine!” I rub my face against his furry chest. I nibble his large protruding pink tits, which are already hard. I rub my face against his muscular furry drenched back. I stick out my tongue and lick greedily.

“Fuck, boy! This feels good! Lick like a good cat and go all the way down! Pull my shorts and continue licking deep down my crack, my submissive boy!”

“Your shorts are just the best, daddy!” I rub them against my face right away, afraid the musky odor will dissipate in the air.

“Make daddy cum, boy!” I know this is the time he loves to fuck my face. He rubs his cock on my face and fucks my mouth. I gag and cough and he laughs his thunderous laughter. “Open you mouth boy! Can’t you do things right? There it goes! All the way down your throat again! Keep it still boy and don’t you dare gag again! Daddy is going to tell you when to pull back!” He then pulls back slowly. I use my tongue and do the rest for him. “FUUUCK! FUUUCK!” He empties his big load inside me. I swallow every drop and take the bottle of lube for him.

“Daddy, I’m ready for you.”

“Did you lube your ass well, boy?” I nod. “Then what are you waiting for, boy? Get back to sucking my cock again! Make it hard so I can fuck you, boy!” I lick his big balls and suck. “Enough, for I’m ready for my bitch’s ass!” In no time, he’s already fucking me. “Oh, yeah, boy! Now it’s getting easier to fuck your once tight hole! Yeah! Daddy’s cock just loves being warm inside you, bitch! Take more cock!” He forces it all the way in and I gasp.

“Oooh! Yeah, daddy!” I feel his big balls banging against me and know he means business. He always cums fast, once he’s all the way inside me.

“Get ready, bitch! Big daddy is going to fill you with his hot semen! Yeah! Oh, yeah!” He stops and grabs me and forces himself deeper and shouts. “FUUUCK! FUUUCK! FUUUCK!” He fills me with his big load. I feel his sweaty arms, chest, and belly against my body.

“Don’t pull out yet, big daddy!”

“Fuck, Ken! Are you kidding me? I’ve already ejaculated twice! Even big daddy can’t do it without some rest first. Please, my boy, be reasonable!”

“Oh, big daddy! Do you mean you’re slacking on your job as the master of your house?”

“Ken, I’m not going to fall for that again. You’ve already fooled me twice this week and had me cum inside your ass!”

“Oh, big daddy! You should have seen Mr. Silveira today in class.”

“What the fuck! Hadn’t I forbidden you to mention other guy’s names in this house? What about him? What did he do? Did you let him touch you?”

“He wore those business pants and rubbed his hand while licking his lips. He spread his legs and,” I feel his cock hardening right away. He begins to thrust it inside my ass again. It always works!

“And did you look away? Did you tell him you’ve already got a big daddy who owns you at home? Did you boy?” I chuckle and he fucks me harder. Luckily for both of us, his hot semen lubes his big cock for us, diminishing the friction. Otherwise I’d beg him to stop.

“Oh, big daddy! Not so hard! You’re hurting me!” I moan.

“Answer me boy! Did you look? I hope you didn’t, because you’ve got your big daddy at home waiting for your ass every night! Feel it, Ken! Do you feel how hard I get! FUUUCK! FUUUCK!” He fills me again with his hot semen. Just then, his old bed breaks and we laugh!

“I’m sorry, daddy. I made you break your old bed.”

While I go to work every day, Mauro keeps on calling his former colleagues for contacts and leads for jobs. In the meantime, he has also kept his routine working out in the morning, and jogging early in the evening, when I get home and find him, drenched in sweat!

Then one day, a colleague at a very prestigious university calls him for a job interview. He goes to Getúlio Vargas Foundation, popularly known as FGV, and is hired right away for their post-graduation course in business. Now he works for this famous university and has his health insurance plan back again. And by the end of our second week living together, I get this call at his place.

“Hello? Ken? This is your Uncle Tadao again.”

The funeral is held at Araçá Cemetery. Mother and I sit quietly in a corner.

“I can’t believe he’s got the nerve to bring that woman from Japan here! No wonder my sister couldn’t take it!”

Mauro can’t bring himself to attend the funeral nor the burial, for he hates going to cemeteries. Instead, he meets us at auntie’s house for coffee. He feels terribly shy and hardly says anything.

“I don’t wish to stay a minute longer in this house.” Mother snaps.

“I-I’ll take you to the airport, Mrs. Nakamura.” Mauro says. Uncle Tadao then stands up, without having touched his cup of coffee, and begs mother to listen to him.

“Please, you’d do me a great honor to, keep her things, Sadao-san. I don’t wish to keep anything, much less this house!” Uncle’s voice sounds formal, as if he were a polite butler, and not the house owner. “As we have no children, and I don’t have legal ties to Brazil anymore, my girlfriend and I have decided to,” he looks at me. “To leave this old house and two other houses to Ken. About the life insurance check, he can also have it for his expenses.” He shakes our hands formally and gives me a card with his hotel number. Then he leaves the place right away.

“What a fine brother-in-law I have! He dared say my girlfriend and I! What an impudence!” Mother covers her face.

“Mom, please, calm down.” I hug her. She nods. “In any case, I don’t think auntie wished me to have this house. She always hated me, especially for being, you know, gay and all.” Mauro puts his big hand on my shoulder. She shakes her head and hugs us both.

“No, dear, you’re totally mistaken. She’s never spoken a bad word about you. Instead, she said she felt glad you were in the house, for she was feeling awfully lonely before you came in São Paulo.” She turns to the open door. “Oh, that awful man, living in Japan for over fifteen years with that, concubine!”

A week later, Uncle Tadao and Marília, his girlfriend, and I sign the house deed at the Registrar’s Office, transferring the house, and two other properties to my name. Auntie never told me she owned them. He also produces a document, allowing me to access auntie’s funds from Banco do Brasil. He hugs me and leaves for Japan for good.

“It sure feels odd, doesn’t it daddy? In my mind, I’ve always thought auntie hated me.” I hold my Bank of Brasil card.

“But you were there for her, my dear, whereas you uncle,” he kisses my head. “He is the one who has to make amendments, Ken. This is why we’re here, in this bank.”

The smiling bank manager returns, closes the door of his office, and says coffee is under way. He also hands me a piece of paper.

“Holy fuck!” I turn to Mauro.

“What is it, Ken?” He looks at the paper and turns to me. “Why do I have a feeling that I’m the real Cinderella in this story, my prince charming?”