Our First Time
In the middle of the night, I hear Manuel coughing. I realize his pyjamas are drenched in sweat. I help him get changed, give him more syrup from the bottle, and line his pillow with fresh hand towels. His temperature is normal now. He moans something, turns to his side, and falls sleep again.
When it’s close to five A.M. I feel for his drenched pyjamas and change them for him. He barely opens his eyes this time. I change the lining of towels on his pillow again. He doesn’t want to, but I make him swallow some more syrup in exchange of kisses. He cannot refuse my request. Then, he falls asleep again, and sleeps like a baby for the remaining part of the night.
At seven, I feel his temperature and he’s fine. His pyjamas are dry and so are the towels under his head. He groans and turns in bed. I tiptoe out of bed, wash up, and get dressed. Then, I close the bedroom door gently, and go downstairs to the kitchen.
Luckily, Mariana told me where everything is around the house. I quickly boil some eggs, prepare some oatmeal that he loves, and take some jam and butter out. I squeeze some oranges for him to drink his juice. I toast some buns and put them in a basket. I also prepare some black coffee and heat some milk. I know Manuel is a big man and has an enviable appetite. I put everything on a large silver tray and carry it to his bedroom. As I enter, he’s smiling in bed, yawning, and stretching his strong arms.
“Good morning, Ken! Wow, breakfast in bed! What time did you get up?”
“Good morning, honey! Oh, I’ve just woken up. How do you feel, honey?” I feel for his temperature, and i’s normal.
“I feel much better, my precious. I don’t feel dizzy, nothing in my chest nor throat. I don’t feel any more pain in my body. I just feel hungry, for it’s way past my breakfast time.”
“In this case, let’s have breakfast in bed.” I bring his orange juice that he loves.
“Thanks my angel. I can taste the food again. Nothing beats freshly squeezed oranges!” I offer him his bowl of oatmeal. Mariana told me exactly how he likes his oatmeal, which needs to be prepared with milk, a dash of salt, sugar, and cinammon. He seems to like it, for he’s eaten up the whole bowl. I butter his toast and also add some strawberry jam. Then I pour coffee in his cup.
“There you are, honey.” He drinks his coffee and eats his toast. I crack a boiled egg, bring the salt shaker, and put them on his lap tray.
“Aren’t you having any food, my precious?” I pour myself a cup of coffee, milk, and sugar. “Well, my precious, this is the bed we’re going to be sleeping in from now on.” He opens a big smile. “Actually, this is your new house from now on!” I eat a toast with jam, and savor the delicate flavor. Mariana is surely a great cook.
“I’m so relieved you’re doing better, Manuel. I was really worried about you yesteday. Why didn’t you tell me over the phone you’ve had a cold this week?” I finish my toast and put my coffee cup away.
“I didn’t want you to worry about me, my angel. I knew that if I’d told you, you would run for me or at least would have fretted in other ways.” I take his empty coffee cup and he says he’s already had enough.
“Yes, I would have come here to make sure you’d be comfortable and cared for, Manuel.” I take away his tray.
“I didn’t want to be a burden to you, my precious.” He smiles. “I’m a proud man, a proud Portuguese man. But before you, my angel, I can never get mad or lose my temper. You’re making me a better man.” He takes my hand and kisses it.
“You’re not a burden to me, honey.” I take a napkin and dab the corner of his mouth.
“Thanks, my angel. Now, If you’ll excuse me, I feel I need to use the bathroom.” As Manuel leaves his bed, I take away our breakfast tray downstairs. Then, I come for his used pyjamas and towels. I do the dishes and clean up the kitchen.
As I come back to his bedroom, I hear the shower. I make our bed and draw the curtains to look out the window. The persistent rain fills the pool to the brim. The plants are looking beautiful and fresh, and some birds fly to catch bugs and worms. This is going to be a lazy day for us.
“I’ve just had a lovely shower, my angel.” Manuel is drying his hair in his white thick bathrobe.
“How are you feeling now, hon.?” I feel for his temperature.
“I feel much better, my precious.” He pulls me to himself. “I like it when you keep on feeling for my temperature. You’re such a great nurse!”
“You’re sure looking better today. Your color is back to your cheeks, and you are not sneezing nor coughing now.”
“Well, my precious, to be honest, now I’m feeling quite horny.” He smiles. “After all the energy I’ve bottled up lately, I really feel like, spending some intimate time with you.”
“Well, you sure are horny,” we laugh as he hugs and kisses me with a renewed energy and desire. I feel his tongue invading my mouth.
“I just want to spend all day in bed with you, my precious.” He opens his bathrobe, disclosing his fully naked hairy body.
“You’d better put something on, hon. It’s cold today.”
“It won’t be necessary, my precious. Because you and I will spend the day in bed, and totally naked.” I smile, while stripping too.
“Of course. But take it easy. Remember, you’re still recovering from your cold.”
We get under the soft covers and touch each other’s body. We hug and kiss. I feel his large hairy hand caressing my face, neck, and back. I run my hand over his hairy chest, back, belly, and finally, his already hard and pulsing manhood.
“Yes, my precious. Take it, for it is all yours now. My body belongs to you, my angel.” He closes his eyes and moans as I thrust his large member back and forth, and take his large hairy balls. He leans his back onto the headboard, uses his big hands behind his head for support, and spreads his muscular legs. “I want you to make me cum, my precious.” I draw back our covers and admire his fully-erect cock.
“Manuel, your cock,” I gulp, “I mean, it’s big!” I thrust it back and forth and admire the long thick shaft full of veins and the shiny purple cock head.
“My precious, I wish you to, I want you to please me as a man. Do you mind using your sweet lips and, lick it. I want you to lick the shiny head of my cock.”
“Manuel, do you mean it?” I look at him. He smiles and nods. “A-all right, dear.” He smiles. I hesitate and stick out the tip of my tongue barely touching his erect member. Right away, I feel the tangy salty taste of his oozing pre-cum. Is that what’s supposed to taste like? I thought it would taste something like, say, honey, or maybe strawberry jam.
“Yeah, my boy. Now, use your lips and kiss it, my precious. Don’t be afraid of it. You can put it in your mouth. It looks delicate but you can play with it. It won’t break.” I feel confused and don’t know exactly what to do with his large throbbing cock. I wish he would demonstrate that for me first. I take his hard cock and squeeze it gently, afraid of hurting him. Then, I use my tongue and lick it, as if it were an ice-cream cone.
“Am I doing it right, honey?”
“Yes, but you don’t need to lick it as if it were an ice-cream cone. What you can do is, lick the tip and suck as well, more like a lollipop.” He moans and smiles. “Yeah, take it easy, my precious. Or else you’ll get your jaws stiff and tired. “Ouch! Take it easy, my precious. Watch for your teeth too.” He pulls me gently to himself and we kiss. “You’ve got to be careful with your teeth, my precious. My cock is very sensitive, though it is big and hard.” I nod and go back to his cock, having forgotten all his previous lessons.
I never thought pleasing a man would be so hard. Now I know Manuel likes his cock sucked, and I’ve got to master this art in order to please him. I am determined to try doing it right, so that I can do my duty well. It’s surely an overwhelming task, for I’ve got to suck his cock, fit it in my mouth, and watch for my teeth. I wonder if I will ever master this art without hurting him.
“I’ll try to be more careful, honey.” I stretch out my tongue and lick his oozing pre-cum. Then, I spread my lips and try to fit the head of his cock inside my mouth. I take a quick break and sigh. “Manuel, it’s very hard to part my lips wide and not get my teeth on your cock.” He smiles and says it sure takes practice. He strokes my hair and says I’m doing a great job, which I know I am not.
“Yes, my precious! Now, you’ve got to take in more cock. Yeah, try fitting it more into your mouth. And watch so that you you won’t gag.” I fit the large cock in my mouth and push it deeper. Just then, I gag and gasp for air. Luckily I didn’t bite his cock as I coughed. “Are you ok, my precious?” I nod, tears in my eyes. Now, besides fitting his big cock in my mouth, being careful with my teeth, I also have to avoid gagging! Truth be said, I almost felt like retching, but kept myself together.
“I wonder when I’m going to get used to sucking your cock, Manuel. It’s too big for my mouth. And my jaws are already hurting from the strain.” We kiss again.
“I know you’re doing your best, my angel. You’re doing it for me. I really appreciate your persistence.” We kiss, and I stroke his proud thick moustache.
“Let me try it again, Manuel. But don’t blame me if I bite your cock again or gag.”
“I know you won’t bite my cock, my angel. You’re very delicate and careful. Just take your time. You’re trying to take all of it at once. As you suck it slowly, you adjust it to your mouth, and then force my cock deeper in each time. This way, you can fit more cock slowly, but steadily. Then, you can use your sucking and apply pressure. You thrust your lips back and forth, like sucking a popsicle. And always remember to breathe and not block your throat with too much cock. Go on swallowing, breathing, and alternating your suction pressure, my angel.” He smiles.
“I see. But what about swallowing my saliva? It gets stuck, for your cock is too big. I need to take pauses, hon.” He smiles and moans as I labor with his big cock in my mouth.
Finally, with some persistence, I relax and take deep breaths. I waste no time and insert his cock inside my mouth once more. This time, I force his cock inside as far down my throat as I can take. Then, before I gag, I open my mouth and release his cock. As I gain more confidence, I suck and lick the tip of the head almost simultaneously. Then, I lick and play with his large balls.
“Yeah, you’re getting the hang of it, my boy! You’re doing great, I mean, a great job,” he moves his body slightly, “my precious! You’re making me, oh, Gawd! I’m going to cum! Don’t! Don’t stop now! YESSSSSSSSS!” He moans loudly and fills my mouth with his white cream. I try to hold as much of it in my mouth as I can, then, I pick up a towel from the night table and collect all his hot cream in it. His large cock keeps on releasing more cream, which lands onto his belly and pubic hair. I empty my mouth and clean my face, then wipe the cum off his body.
“Did you like it, honey?” I smile. He pulls me to himself and kisses me. “Dear, stop! You can’t kiss me,” I try pushing him away.
“No problem, my precious! I like to feel the taste of my cum on your tongue and mouth. Besides, you can swallow it. You won’t get sick from it. I’m a healthy man and don’t have any STDs.” He smiles.
“Well, Manuel, the taste is not what I was expecting.” He smiles as I make faces, pursing my lips and stretching my facial muscles.
“I know. Our cum tastes salty and tangy. Now, my precious, it’s your turn to cum.” He pulls me to himself and we kiss.
His large hairy hand rubs my back, chest, and takes my hard cock gently, thrusting it very slowly. He also plays with my balls. He kisses my neck, smooth chest, belly, pubic hair, and my cock.
“Oh, Manuel! This feels good! I’ve never,” he sucks me very gently. Then, he alternates and kisses me. He looks into my eyes and says he’s dying to drink my cum.
“I want you to feed me with your cream, my precious! My angel! Make me drink your cream, my love!” He sucks and plays with my balls. I close my eyes and feel his tongue playing with my cock, his lips tighten up around its shaft, and he sucks with all his might.
“Manuel! I-I can’t hold it any longer! I’m cuming! Yesssssssss!” I cum and fill his mouth with my cream. He drinks it greedily, not wasting a single drop. Then, he kisses me.
“Feel the taste of your cream on my lips and tongue, my angel!” He moans and we embrace. I lean my head on his hairy chest. He pulls the covers and folds his arms around me.
“It was heavenly, Manuel. Much better than doing it to myself.” We both smile.
“I loved it too, my precious. Now you’re not a virgin anymore! You’re mine, my sweet angel! You’re my sweet angel for good!”
“And you’re my boyfriend for good, honey.” He kisses me. “Let me relax my lips and jaw.” He kisses my hair.
“You’re the most courageous young man I’ve ever met, my precious.”
“And you’re a very hot man, honey.” I stroke his muscular hairy arm, strong chest, and pink protruding tits.
“You’re going to make me hard again, my angel.” I feel his cock already pulsing under our covers. “Do you want to play with it one more time?” He smiles and discloses his already pulsing cock. “It’s all yours, my precious.”
“Manuel, I want to play with it, for I’ve never touched another man’s cock before. And this one is, very big.” I smile. “Manuel, I want to know if my private hole can really take a big cock like yours.” I blush.
“Wait, my angel.” He looks into my eyes. “Do you want me to penetrate you for the first time?” He licks his lips and squints his eyes.
“Well, yes. I want to grant you all pleasures we can have as a couple. But please, Manuel, be patient and gentle with me, for everything is still new for me.” He reaches for me and we kiss again.
“I’ll never do anything that could possibly hurt you, my angel.” He smiles. “But before we have anal sex, the first thing that we need to do is, get you ready.” He reminds me of Dr. Bezerra’s visit and instructions. Now I remember Manuel telling me he’s already used some of the tools mentioned by the kind doctor. “We’ve got to get you ready, my angel, after all, stool comes out of your private hole. So, we need to get it cleaned up first. Is that what you want?” I nod my head.
He tells me some people like to simply use the shower hose with warm water, and release it in the drain, because it’s more practical. But he prefers to use another method. He opens his closet, and takes out a bag. He shows me the bulb syringe. He tells me I need to do an enema with warm water to get the rectum and colon cleaned. He tells me he’ll inject warm water inside my private hole. Then, I’ll have to wait until I feel like expelling it in the toilet bowl.
He patiently teaches me how much water to add. Then, he squirts the water inside me. He asks me how I feel, and I say I’m feeling fine, though a bit odd. He laughs and kisses me. In the meantime, he kisses and strokes my hair.
When it comes time to release the water out, I relieve myself in the toilet bowl. Then, I add more water myself, upon Manuel’s inspection. He says when the water comes out clear, I’m good to go. He smiles and tells me he’s also done it when he wanted to feel somebody else’s cock inside him. I feel relieved now, knowing Manuel has much experience and knows what it feels like to have a cock inside one’s private hole.
We repeat this slow operation again. He says the water is coming out clear now. He smiles and says that from now on I can do it on my own, as preparation for sex.
“How do you feel now, my angel?” I smile.
“I guess I feel all right, honey. I’ve never injected water in there before. I only used toilet paper, or when showering, inserted a finger inside to wash it.” I dry off, and we go back to his bed. He opens the night table’s drawer and takes out a bottle of lube.
“Are you going to wear a condom, honey?”
“Not really, my angel.” I nod. “I know we’re both clean and can have sex freely.”
“Yes, honey.” He smiles and kisses me.
“I still cannot believe I’m about to have sex with my angel. You’re my virgin angel who’s going to have your first anal experience with your lover! Geez, what a privilege to be your first man!” I smile and kiss him. “All right, now, we need to get these two large pillows stacked on top of each, just like so.” He stacks them on top of each. “I want you to lie on top of them, belly resting comfortably down. This way you can relax more.” Then, I feel his large warm hands spreading the cheeks of my buttocks. I close my eyes and try to relax. He stretches the opening of my anus gently with his large fat index. He massages my anal area, spreading and stretching it. Next, I feel his fingers rubbing the cool lubricant over my hole.
“Now, I’m going to use a lot of lube in your private hole, my angel. And I’ll use even more on my cock, my angel.” I feel his index finger rubbing and teasing my private hole. I find it odd but rather like it. I also feel relieved, after all, Manuel is an experienced man.
“Manuel, I rather like the way you’re massaging my anal area and playing with your finger.” He smiles and kisses my buttocks and rubs his face against them. He massages and kisses them again.
“What a lovely angel you are! I’m feeling so horny and hard just looking at your virgin ass, my delicate angel!”
“I trust you, honey.”
“Now, I want you to feel my finger, my angel.” He teases my hole and then, gently inserts the tip inside me. He barely enters me and retrieves. I feel him putting some more lube. “Now, I move it inside again. This time deeper in. Now out. In and out. Breathe and relax.” He pulls out his finger and adds more lube. Again, I feel his thick finger entering me again. I feel him adding a lot of extra lube. “There! I can see you are more comfortable with my finger inside you.” He stops and curls his finger inside me slowly. I feel my sphincter muscle clutching and also releasing at my command. “This is it, my angel. You’ve got to feel comfortable with my finger inside you. Learn to accommodate it instead of trying to clench and resist it. Feel it with your muscles and release it, like so. Now, I’m going to use two fingers in order the make your sphincter muscles stretch and spread for me. Breathe, my angel. Feel my finger. In and out. Try relaxing your sphincter muscles.” He puts some more lube in my hole. I smile nervously and let him take charge.
“Manuel, this feels odd but good. I rather like it.” I moan as I feel his finger entering all the way in me. “I-I trust you, honey. You are my life, Manuel.” I now feel his fingers sliding in and out, at ease. Then, they enter all the way in again. I feel the sphincter muscles stretching and feel some pain, but hold it the best way I can. He curls them and pulls out slowly. It sure hurts a little, but he is very gentle and persistent. I feel I can put up with this little discomfort for his sake. He puts some more lube and continues with his persistent and slow exercise with his fingers. I know that soon I’ll have to accommodate his large feared cock.
“Now that your sphincter area is more trained and used to my fingers, I’ll switch for the real thing. I’ll start with the head of my cock first. Very slowly, very slowly. Like so, slowly.” His voice is deep, slow, and comforting.
He rubs the large warm head of his cock onto my relaxed anus. Then, I feel it rubbing against me harder. Slowly, I feel him forcing his big cock head against my small entrance. He is extremely gentle, but persistent. Then, I feel the large head forcing slowly its entrance. I feel it inching in slowly as my sphincter muscles stretch. It forces my sphincter area to stretch more, and more, and more. Then, he pauses. The feeling is similar to his fingers entering me, but his cock is way bigger and longer. He retrieves and adds more lube. Then, his engorged member forces its way inside me again.
“This feels good, Manuel. Yeah, I can take it. Ouch!” I clench my teeth and think I’m going to die.
“I’m sorry, my angel! Did I hurt you?” He pulls out slowly and kisses my back.
“I’m all right, really. Keep on pushing, Manuel.” He resumes his slow task again, entering me slowly. I feel my private hole expanding once more, and gasp. It expands to its limit and I moan gently. I wonder how much of his cock is already inside me, for I’m nearly dying!
“Yes, Manuel! Go for it!” I gasp and try to relax, wiping the sweat off my forehead. “Stop a little, honey! I need to breathe.”
“Take your time, my angel. The entire head of my cock is already inside you.” He moans. I can hardly believe what he’s said! Is it really possible? I am in disbelief, after all, his cock is huge! No wonder I’m feeling this persistent discomfort down below.
“Please, Manuel, go on.” I close my eyes and endure the pain the best way I can. “Yeah, now you can continue. Just a bit more. I need to breathe. In and out. Go Manuel!” Geez, I feel my sphincter muscles burning as it stretches to its limit. I clutch a piece of pristine white sheet and hold it tightly. I pull it, holding it tightly. I close my eyes and feel some involuntary tears streaming down my cheeks. I feel ashamed of myself, and bury my face onto the pillow. Then, raise my head and breathe. I’m sure I can take this pain for him! I clench my teeth and follow his advice. I try to relax my sphincter muscles, and smile to myself nervously.
“Are you all right, my angel? Talk to me.” His voice is deep and he breathes fast.
“Yes, Manuel, honey. Don’t pull out this time! Keep going, honey. Push deeper in, my love!” I hardly believe what I am saying. I involuntarily tigthen my shincter muscles around his thick cock and relax again. Will I one day be able to relax at will with such a big cock inside me?
“I’m moving slowly, my angel. Breathe and relax. Tell me when you want me to stop. Breathe. I’m slowly entering you, my life.” Manuel is very patient and I feel his member pushing harder and deeper inside me. My sphincter area is burning with the friction and its tremendous strain. Geez, when is his cock going to enter all the way inside me?
“Manuel, I can feel you way inside me. Yes, oh, stop a bit. Slowly, honey. Yes, you can go on, Manuel.” I feel the piercing persistent pain and bear it the best way I can.
“My angel, are you all right? Can I move forward?” I nod. I feel the pain and wonder if I’m bleeding. Then, he stops and kisses my back. I can hardly believe when I feel his big heavy balls hitting me. Is it really possible that he’s already all the way inside me?
“A-are you all the way in, Manuel?”
“Yes, my precious! What a lovely sweet angel you are!” He smiles. He moans and whispers into my ear. “The feeling is just incredible! You’ve already accommodated my entire cock inside you, my angel!” He then begins to thrust it back and forth, back and forth like a piston. Then, he gains momentum and increases his speed. I smile, gasp, and try to enjoy our first time in bed. So, this is how one feels when making love! I smile, and can hardly wait to be the receptor of his seed.
“Yes, Manuel, go for it! Make me your lover!”
“My precious, I’m cuming! YESSSSSS!” I feel countless strong jets of hot cream flooding me. He continues moaning and stays inside me. “I want to empty all my load inside you first, my precious.” He thrusts his cock slowly until his last drop is out. Then, at last, I feel his cock softening. He pulls out slowly, and we embrace.
“You were incredible, my precious.” He cleans his long fat limp cock and my private hole with a towel. I notice the blood and smile.
“What a great experience I had, Manuel! At last you’ve claimed me as your lover!” I lie down and notice the blood stains on the white pristine pillow case.
“In the old days in Italy, my grandpa used to say newlyweds hanged the sheets with bloodstain outside their window to prove that the girl was a virgin.” He smiles proudly. “Now I can tell my grandpa, who is in heaven, that I too have found my angel. I too have stained my sheets with blood, my angel.” He lies next to me and I feel his hairy frame and warm kisses. “You’re so pretty, my angel! And what a lucky man I am to have found you!”
“And you’re the kindest and sweetest lover, Manuel.”
“How about a shower, my precious? Then, I shall teach you how to get cleaned again.” He gets up from bed and helps me to stand on my feet. It feels awkward walking, and I limp a little. He helps me get to the shower. “I’m sorry, my angel. I made you feel this pain.” He embraces me and even carries me to our shower. While I’m still on his arms, he kisses me. “I’m going to protect you, my angel. I swear, I’ll be your prince charming and guardian. No one will ever harm you, for I’ll do whatever it takes to protect you.” I smile and kiss him.
“And I’ll do whatever is in my power to love and honor you, Manuel. I love you too.” He smiles and I wipe his tears.
“I’m sorry I made you bleed, my little angel. I know I’m a brute and should have known better and been more careful and gentler.” I shake my head and smile.
“You’re my kind sweet prince charming, Manuel.” I take his hand and enter the shower.
He turns on the hot water, soaps, and washes me gently.
“Is it still hurting, my angel?” I nod. “In this case, I’ll rub some balm. Usually we don’t put anything and just let it heal itself. But what I suggest you do is rest.” Manuel embraces me and I feel his hairy body, gentle kisses, and strong presence. I take the soap bar from his hand and kiss him.
“Now it’s my turn to wash you off, honey.”
“Our first shower together in this house, my angel. I love you, Ken.” He smiles. I hug him and we kiss.
“I love you too, Manuel. This is the first shower of countless others that will come.” He smiles and nods.
This will surely be memorable. I take the delicate soap bar and rub his massive hairy arms, chest, belly, pubic hair, long fat limp cock, and large balls. I soap his broad shoulders, massive hairy back, and round firm solid hairy buttocks. I take a sponge and rub it delicately over him. Then, it’s time to soap his large massive hairy thighs, knees, round muscular calves, shins, and large feet. I rub him with the sponge and he rinses the soap off.
“Thank you, my angel. Your hands are incredibly delicate and gentle. As you scrubbed my body, I could hardly feel your hand, my angel.” We kiss. We exit the shower and he takes a large towel and dries me off gently.
“I’m so afraid of breaking your delicate and hot body, my angel.” I smile.
“I am made of flesh and blood, honey. I’m strong and won’t break at your touch.” He smiles and rubs me very gently with the large towel.
With another large white towel, I rub his gentle smiling face. I dry his short hair off. I wipe his face, big ears, thick moustache, strong neck, bulgy pecs, and large arms.
“I can see so much love in your eyes as you take care of me, my angel.” He wipes his tears. “I’m sorry, my angel, but I feel like crying when I see you giving me so much of your love away.” We embrace, even though he’s still partly wet.
“You’re right, my love. I have much love to give. And the more I give, the more I have to give. And you’ve already given me so much too, honey.” He smiles.
“Have I, really, my angel?” He smiles. “Please, forget about the material things. What really counts is what comes from the heart.” He points to his hairy chest. “This is what counts my angel.” We embrace again, for I never tire of hugging this big fleshy man.
As I finish drying him off, I never cease admiring each muscle of his hairy body and dear face. He carries me to bed and I lie still. He brings a small bottle of balm and applies it to my private hole. I feel the soothing balm and it begins to tingle a little. Then, I feel an immediate relief. Then, he joins me in bed pulls the covers over us and we embrace. I lean my head on his chest.
“Did you like making love to me for the first time, my precious?”
“Yes, I loved it, honey.”
“You were just amazing.”
“And you were so patient and kind.” He kisses my hair.
“You’ve drained me of all my energies, my precious. Your Big Papa now needs a rest.” I turn to him. He smiles with sleepy eyes.
“Yes, Papa Manuel.” I smile. “Let’s take a short nap. Remember, you’re still recovering from your cold.”
“Having you in my arms makes me the happiest and strongest man in the world.” I close my eyes and hear the gentle rain tapping against the window panes. His large hand protects me and I feel his kisses to my head.
About one hour later, we wake up. We feel fully recovered from our stormy night. Manuel is already on his feet getting dressed. He turns to me and covers me with kisses.
“If you wish to stay in bed, feel free my precious. I’m going to prepare us lunch.” He smiles.
“Lunch, Manuel? What time is it?”
“It’s already half past twelve.” He kisses me.
“Geez, how time flies! In this case I’m going down to the kitchen with you.” I get up quickly and get dressed. I still feel a bit sore as I walk, but the pain is more bearable now. We go downstairs, holding hands and I limp a little.
“I’m going to prepare us some lasagna and a salad. What do you say, my precious?”
“I’m very hungry, Manuel. And I love lasagna and salad too.” He takes out a frozen homemade lasagna. He says proudly he’s made it himself. Then, he puts it in the oven. I help him set the table.
“How about getting some fresh veggies from the garden for our salad, my precious?” He takes a large umbrella and we venture out in the rain in his large rubber boots. I hold the basket and our umbrella while he picks up the greens for our salad. Then, we return to the house and continue making lunch.
“I love to have the freshest vegetables for our meals, my angel.” I help him wash the head of lettuce and other greens.
“I’m also used to eating fresh fruits and vegetables, honey. On the farm, we always have the best.”
“Of course you do, my angel. No wonder you have such fair, spotless, and smooth skin.” We kiss and he turns to the pool. “Wouldn’t it be fun to take a swim in the pool with this rain, my precious?”
“Yes, honey. But some other time, when your health is totally restored.”
We get the salad ready. I love fresh lettuce, tomatoes, cucumbers, parsley, green onion, radishes, cheese, and croutons. He makes a creamy dressing that tastes heavenly.
He makes me sit by the table while he opens a bottle of dry red wine. Needless to say, it hurts a little as I sit. Then, we start with a salad and enjoy our food in the kitchen instead of the large dining room. He wishes to put a generous serving on my plate, but I only accept a small piece.
“This tastes incredible, honey!” He smiles proudly.
“I’m glad you like my lasagna, my angel.”
“You cook very well. I feel lucky that I’ve found such a talented partner; and a very attractive too.” I take his hand. I end up accepting another piece of lasagna.
“And if you still have room in your small belly, we still have some dessert, my angel. We have a pudding.” Just then, I remember Mariana left a large pudding in the fridge. We finish our feast and I help him do the dishes.
“Tell you what, I’m going to show you a room in the house that you haven’t seen yet.” He smiles.
“Really? This house is so big and amazing. And you’re saying there’s still another room for me to see.” He takes my hand.
“The basement room, my angel!” He opens a discreet door by the hall and turns on the lights.
“Oh, honey! This place’s huge, Manuel!” I follow him to this cooler part of the house. “Wow, look at this place!” The ground is partly tiled and I can tell the floor is made of very old and ancient stones and bricks.
“This is where I keep some veggies, the wine bottles, smoked sausages and bacon, and cheese. Not to mention some old furniture I’m not using anymore.”
“Is there another way out of here?”
“Yes, a very discreet door by the built-in closet by the main door.” As I walk around, I find a matted area, and some gym equipment.
“So, that’s where you workout to keep fit, hon.” I find many weights and other equipment.
“Yes, whenever I have time, I work out here. I also like to take a swim too. You’re welcomed to use this place, my precious.” I turn to the wall and notice some swords and old guns. “Those belonged to my grandfather.”
“What’s that room over there?”
“Another spare bedroom. It’s almost never used. There is a bathroom there too that I use to shower after my workout.” We go back to the kitchen and he closes the door.
“This house is fantastic, honey. I could never imagine there was such a place like this one in the town.”
“I have another surprise for you, my precious.” He takes my hand and we go back to the bedroom. “I want you to sit on our bed. And close your eyes.” I hear him opening one of his large closet doors. “You can open now.”
“What’s in this large box, honey?”
“You can open it, my precious. I hope you don’t find me a sick man for keeping these things in the house.” I wonder what’s he talking about.
“Dear me! So that’s where you keep your secret stuff!” I take out a black leather strap, lashes, and other toys Manuel keeps: rubber dildoes, straps, handcuffs, an officer’s hat, a nightstick, and other rubber and metal objects.
“Maybe we can use some of these the next time we make love, my angel.” He blushes. I smile.
“That would be fun, honey. You’ve just got to teach me how to use them.” I take the richly ornated black leather lash handle. “But won’t that hurt you, honey?”
“No, my precious. When you love pain the way I do, nothing can hurt a man like me. Besides, I trust you will treat me with kindness, won’t you my angel?” I take the little lash and make him kneel down before me.
“You’ve been a bad man! I have no other alternative but to punish you!” I lash his back lightly.
“Ouch! No, please! Mercy!” Manuel exaggerates in his character. I begin to like it! “I-I’ll never be a bad man again, I promise! Please, don’t lash my back again, please! No!” This hot man is surprising me in his role. I lash him and he kisses my feet. I can feel his warm tears as he moans in pleasure. I smile as I realize I have found a soft spot on this man.
“Why are you crying, you big beast! Stop whining and do as you’re told! Lie down on your back like a lame dog that you are!” He lies on the floor and faces me. I smile and trample his face gently.
“I’ll lick your soles if you don’t hit me again! Please, don’t trample on my genitals! It hurts so much when you do that! Please, no!” He licks my foot and I trample on his genitals gently, not to hurt him. To my surprise, he’s fully aroused and his cock is already straining under his shorts. It’s throbbing, and seems to have a life of its own. At the slightest movement of my foot over his genitals, he moans and cries in pain.
“Please, if you trample me, make me lick your soles, and beat me with your lash, I’m going to cum!” I smile and notice his hard cock nearly tearing the fabric of his shorts.
“Useless dog! Lick my soles! Faster!” I lash his arms gently and he grunts and whines in pain. I trample his face, forehead, and chest.
“Please, master! I’m just a useless big man! Have mercy! Don’t lash my arms and legs! I’ll do everything you tell me to do! Even strip naked before you!” I smile and lash his arms and legs once more. I tell him to stand up.
“Strip, useless hairy beast! I want to see you reduced to a beast that you are! I want this lash to strike on your bare hairy flesh!” He takes off his clothes and remains in his gray cotton briefs. I notice the pre-cum stain at the front part. His hard cock is pressing the thin fabric to the bursting point.
“Now, lie down again, useless big beast! Lick my sole again! Faster!” I lash him and step again on his hard throbbing cock.
“Please, not there! It hurts! Don’t lash my legs, no! Oh, Gawd! I’m going to cum! YESSSS!” Manuel grunts and cums violently, without even having touched himself! He drenches his briefs, and gasps heavily. I wipe his sweaty face and kiss him. “Ken, this was just incredible! I really needed to have this experience! What a great master you make, my little angel!”
“Can you stand up, Manuel. I’ll help you.” He shakes his head, exhausted from his efforts. “Did I hurt you?” He shakes his head again.
“Let me stay on the floor and catch my breath first, my angel!” He sits on the floor. “You were just perfect my precious! This lash doesn’t hurt. It only makes noises as it hits the skin.” We kiss. “My angel, you’ve got a beast under your control. I’m nothing but a beast addicted to the most strange and bizarre fetishes. Do you still want to live with a man like me?” He looks down. I kneel down beside him and smile. I take his face and lift his chin. I look into his fearful eyes.
“I do, Manuel. I love you just the same.” He sheds tears and nods.
“Thank you, my angel! You’re just an angel that have come into my life! Thank you God! Thank you for sending me your most beautiful and sweetest angel to take care of me!” We embrace and kiss. Then, he lies again on the floor and I climb on top of him.
“You’re my big hairy beast, Papa!” We both smile and kiss again. Then I hear his stomach grumble. He smiles.
“I have an idea, my precious. Why don’t we make doughnuts and coffee? It’s raining and it’s the perfect treat for us to have in the afternoon.” Manuel helps me stand from the big carpet.
“Yummy, I love doughnuts!” I help him put back his stuff in the box. He puts it away in his large closet.
He takes my hand and we go downstairs. It feels great to be here and I almost feel like being at home, and more importantly, being with the man I love. Yet, I still miss Dad’s farm, my family, my old little bedroom with unpainted wooden window panes. Part of Dad’s house is old, and the bedroom windows are made of wood panels. This is why I feel the stark difference as I am standing in this beautiful light mansion.
As Manuel is preparing the dough, I notice he’s in his fresh white cotton trunks and wearing a white sleeveless shirt. He looks quite hot in them. I help him brew coffee. He puts oil to fry the doughnuts, and grabs me by my waist.
“This is happiness, my precious! To have you around me all the time in this big old house.”
“I feel so glad being here with you, honey.”
He is quite a talented man and prepares our doughtnuts in no time. He says they’re best eaten hot, for they are crisp outside, and soft inside. I pour our mugs with coffee and have the most delicious doughnuts I’ve ever tasted. They’re soft and melts in your mouth. I take a deep breath and smile.
“Manuel, now I think I’m ready to move in with you.” He stops chewing and puts his mug down.
“Really, my angel?” He opens a wide smile. Then he wipes his tears. “See what you’ve done, my angel! You’re making me cry.” He stands up and comes to me. “Ken, tell me this is not a dream! Tell me you’re really here and wishing to live with this old man!” We embrace. “I can see clearly in your eyes how much love you have for me. Thank you, my angel!” We kiss.
“I feel ready, Papa. I’m ready to spend the rest of my life with you, my Manuel.” He smiles. I wipe his tears. He wipes mine.
“Geez,” he looks away and shakes his head. “My angel, those things are quite serious. Listen, I love you at the bottom of my heart. But I’m no fool and, geez, I don’t want to force you to do anything against your better judgment. You’ve just turned eighteen and I’m fifty years old. Look, I really want you to take your time and check in your heart if that’s what you want for your life. Oh, God! I’m totally lost! Please, God! Don’t take my angel away from me. Please, Ken, I don’t want to force you to make any hasty decisions. Don’t play with my poor heart.” He takes my hand and kisses it. “It’s too much happiness for me! I know you’re a romantic young man and deserve to live in a beautiful fairy tale. I-I admit, I couldn’t resist and read your diary pages you’d left in my house. I know you mean well and feel attracted to me.” He smiles. “By heavens, if I am the man you’ve chosen to be your prince charming, I can only thank my stars for sending me a real angel.” He takes my hand and brings it to his face.
“You’re very kind and generous, Manuel. You’re also so sweet and honest. My mind is already made.” He looks into my eyes. “I’ll talk to my parents and tell them my intention in leaving their house.”
Manuel gives me his candid look, and sheds more tears. He nods and smiles. He kneels down before me and takes my hand and covers it with kisses. He rests his head on my lap and sobs. I stroke his hair, and kiss his head.
“Thank you, my angel!”
“Manuel, you don’t have to kneel down. You don’t have to thank me for anything. Here, sit down.” He sits beside me. I take his large hand and kiss it. Then, I stroke his face, his proud moustache, and we kiss. “I’m as happy as you are. My heart is bursting with happiness, Papa! You’re making me the happiest young man in the world.”
“And you’re making my dream come true, my beautiful angel.” He strokes my face gently.
“Shall we drink our coffee before it gets cold.” I smile. He brings his chair closer to mine and puts his big arm around my shoulder.
“Of course, my angel. And I’ll never leave your side! You’ll have to put up with this grumpy, stingy, and solitary old man for the rest of your life!”
“I like that prospect in my life, Papa.”
“In this case, eat, my angel! Have another doughnut! You need to eat and drink, for you’re so skinny and fragile.”
“And you’re a big strong man, like an ox, Papa.” I rub his big belly and strong chest.
“Yes, baby. I’m your proud Papa Manuel.” He smiles. “I’m glad you liked these doughnuts, my angel. That’s an old Portuguese recipe I learnt from my mother.”
“They’re delicious, and I can’t stop eating them.”
He talks about his family and says he still has one or two older relatives around. He tells me that on the day of the burial of his mother, no relative could be reached. Instead, only friends and his employees attended the funeral and burial. Then, on that particular day, he got a call from one older relative, Aunt Maria Joaquina. It was quite understandable she couldn’t attend the burial, being ill and old and living so far, in São Paulo. Then, he promised her a visit to the capital city of that state.
“So, you still have an older aunt, honey?” I take his hand.
“Yes, my precious. And every year I take a few days off and spend it with her. She is very practical,” he chuckles, “so much so, that she even sends me air tickets. I suppose that is to make sure I won’t fail to see her.”
We share stories of our families and drink coffee merrily. Then, I help him clean up the kitchen. He then invites me to the living room. We sit on the big sofa. He immediately lies on my lap. I stroke his short hair.
“I feel sorry for her, my angel. Her only son Gabriel seldom comes to visit her, for he’s well established in Europe. He lives in Portugal. She is quite lonely. I even invited her to live here, in this big house. But, stubborn as she is, my invitation has remained unanswered to this day.”
“I suppose it must be very hard for her to make changes in her life, especiall at this age. And what about your cousins. Do you have any contact with them?” He smiles and waves his head.
“Well, my precious, living here in the countryside has already isolated me from the rest of the family. After they moved to Europe, I have basically no contact with them whatsoever. That includes my brothers.”
“Papa, you’re so isolated here.”
“Not anymore, my angel.” He smiles.
“Yes, Papa. You’re my family now.” He kisses my hand. “And speaking of the city of São Paulo, I’ve been there twice.”
“Only twice? You don’t travel much, do you?” I have to agree with him. “And when was the last time you were there?”
“About four or five years ago, I think. Mother and I took the long bus trip to São Paulo. As we were arriving in the immense city, I saw the famous Tietê River.”
“Yeah, the most polluted river in Brazil.”
“Then, we arrived at this huge bus terminal. That’s where we met a cousin. I was frigthened by the noise, crowd, and immense place.”
“You probably got off at Barra Funda Bus Terminal.”
“I guess so. I don’t remember the name of that place. Well, then, we took the subway. I remember mother telling me to go under the turnstile, so I wouldn’t pay my fare!” I smile.
“Did you really do that?” Manuel laughs. I bend over and kiss him.
“Yeah, and then, we had to walk a long way to my cousin’s house. I remember Jabaquara Subway Station, the large tracks where the subway fleet was, the airplanes flying low.”
“Yeah, the Congonhas International Airport is nearby.”
“I remember meeting my relatives, their big house, us shopping at Liberdade District, then having lunch at a Japanese restaurant. It was my first time eating mushrooms, Papa! Then we visited a relative of Dad’s, who owned a laundromat.”
“Yeah, many Japanese people own laundromats and hardware stores at Liberdade.”
“I remember going to the bustling shopping areas. I was terrified by all the faces, smells, shouting, women with small kids, and cars. My head felt dizzy from so much noise.”
“I’m taking you to São Paulo someday, my precious. And I’ll take you by plane too.” I stroke his bushy brows.
“I have never traveled by plane, honey.”
“You’ll love it, my precious.” He thinks for a moment. “Tell you what, I’ll ask Jurandir to take care of the store and the house for a few days. He’s a trusty man. This way we can go to São Paulo together. Then, we can also spend a few days at the beach. São Paulo is only forty-five minutes away from the ocean, my angel.”
“Manuel, are you sure you want to do that? But what if your aunt doesn’t like me? You know how older folks are towards gay people.”
“Don’t worry, my precious. She’s very sweet in her own way. It’s going to be fun to take you to the big city, traveling by plane, and going to the beach.”
“All right, then. We still have plenty of time to think about this trip.” I stroke his hair and he slowly dozes off. In the end, I also end up lying down and snuggling on him. We take another short nap to the soft monotonous sound of rain.
We wake up later, and I feel his arm around me. I tell him I should be heading back home. He yawns and stretches his big arms. He checks the time and smiles.
“I wish I could keep you hostage here with me, my angel!”
Then, he takes a light sweater and the key of the truck. I take my little backpack. We look out and it has stopped raining. To our delight, we see the faint sunset at the distance. As his truck enters Dad’s farm, I admire the lovely golden landscape bathed in sunlight.
“Look, Manuel! Stop the truck, so we can watch the sunset together.” We get off the truck and watch the sunset at the distance. He puts his arm on my shoulder and we are covered in the golden glow of the setting sun. We smile and admire the beautiful endless landscape. We admire the lovely orange, pink, and red clouds above. I smile and remember the golden Sunday sky of my childhood. We also hear the noise of a distant plane, way up in the sky.
“Look, my precious! Over there!” He points to a distant tiny object in the sky. “See, that’s the airplane from the Foz do Iguaçu International Airport. It is probably heading to São Paulo.”
“It must be amazing to be so high up in the sky.” He kisses me.
“Soon, you’ll also be flying with me, my precious.” We enter the truck, and he drives down the valley on the gravel road.
At home, my family greets Manuel, and we all have dinner. I tell them about Manuel’s remaining cold, and how we spent the day at his house.
Dad gives him a jar of fresh honey, which is excellent for having with tea, and the main ingredient for a home remedy for colds. He thanks Dad and says it’s time for him to go.
It parts my heart to see him leave. He’ll be by himself in his large house now. What if he feels a sore throat again and a fever at night? I make him promise me to call if he feels sick again. He smiles and promises me he’ll do that and also take good care of himself.
We kiss and he leaves. We wave as he drives away into the night. I sigh and feel glad that soon I shall be joining him in his house. This way I can take care of him and be part of his life.
Now my diary is complete. I glue together the missing pages. I smile and run my finger over the stained ink. It has blotches on the page. I kiss it and know it was Manuel’s tears imprinted on my page. I think my lines moved him to tears, who knows.
Then, I close my diary. I also keep the books about sexuality in my drawer, away from my little brother. Finally, I write everything down in my diary: Manuel’s cold; our first time having sex; the delicious lasagna lunch and the amazing doughnuts; our watching the sunset together; and our future plans, including a trip to São Paulo by plane. I put my diary away and go to bed. I smile and recite his name as I fall asleep.
Papa Manuel, I love you.
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