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Alonso
I couldn't remember rain ever being this heavy. Years in the Far East while I was growing up experiencing many Monsoon seasons, more years living in the Caribbean, I had never seen torrents like it. My wind screen wipers were on high speed and I was still only able to drive at walking pace. Visibility was maybe twenty yards. The only saving grace as far as I was concerned was location. I was driving in Guyana so the temperature was in the 80's.
I was a geologist, working for a mineral exploration company. I had been in Georgetown for a few days but was now on the way back to the small base camp from which I was working. The roads are surprisingly good for such a poor country so as long as I was careful I had no worries.
The normally quiet stream at the side of the road was a raging torrent, thank heavens for a deep cleft in the rock to take the volume of water, I thought, otherwise I would have been white water rafting in my SUV. As I rounded yet another corner on the windy road back to base I saw him.
The him was stark naked stood legs astride, his back to me presumably looking down into the swollen waters. A native boy I guessed and by his height and build a teenager, black woolly hair with the water streaming off it, his whole body saturated and despite the temperature, shaking. Not surprising I suppose the ferocity of the rain would have made a rhino shake. My enduring memory of him even years later was the cutest butt I had ever seen barring none.
I pulled to a halt behind him, lowered my window a few inches and yelled at him.
"Do you want to come in out of the rain?"
He turned to face me making no attempt to cover himself. He stood, hands at his side, the most forlorn sight I had ever seen, but he was beautiful. His eyes however were frightened eyes.
"Hop in out of this rain."
He started to walk towards the vehicle so I wound the window up again grabbed a large towel from the back seat and spread it over the passenger seat. He climbed in and slammed the door. Sudden injection of a wet body and we were completely steamed up. I shrugged, time to worry about that when I wanted to move again.
I gave him another towel and told him to dry himself. In this country I had got into the habit of carrying a wad of towels with me, I was always getting soaked.
When he was dry he dropped the towel into his lap. I took it from him and passed him another dry one. When I pulled the wet one away he made no attempt to stop me or to cover his groin. No hair which surprised me, good sized penis, flaccid of course, reasonably low hanging balls. Difficult to put an age on him, he looked about fourteen, but my steward at the camp looked about the same age and he was twenty two, so it was anybody's guess how old this one was. He was completely hairless apart from his head, it looked weird.
"Hello youngster," I said, "what are you doing hanging around out there in this weather, and where are your clothes?"
I noticed then that he was crying.
"My family threw them in the river."
"I don't understand."
"They took all my clothes off, shaved all my hair, threw the clothes in the river and then drove away."
I didn't know what to say, families did funny things to their children in all parts of the world so although this was strange I didn't want to pry.
"What do you want to do now then?"
"I don't know, I have nowhere to go and I have no clothes, I have nothing and for my family I no longer exist."
I was itching to ask him what awful thing he had done to warrant such treatment but held my tongue.
"I live at the base camp about ten more miles along this road, would you like to come home with me while we sort something out for you?"
"Thank you Sir, I would like that."
I realised then that he spoke very well; this was even stranger if he was from a good class family. So I introduced myself, "My name is Jack Shilton, I'm from England."
"My name is Alonso Garcia, I'm from Georgetown."
"How old are you Alonso?"
"I am eighteen Sir."
I was only a little surprised he certainly looked younger.
We didn't say an awful lot the remainder of the trip. I was concentrating on staying on the road and Alonso was obviously deep in thought.
The camp looked deserted when we arrived, not surprising really, only a mad man would be out in this if he didn't have to be.
"Ok Alonso. Wrap all three of the towels round you and just run for the door in front of us, it's not locked."
I had parked with my bonnet about three feet from the front door of my portacabin.
He did as I told him and after slamming his door I did the same. We both tumbled into the foyer of my cabin ending up as a heap on the floor. We were both laughing, sat on a pile of towels close to one another. I touched his cheek.
"Ok youngster?"
He nodded, stood up and wrapped a towel round his waist, for the first time looking a little embarrassed.
I smiled at him. "I'll try to find you something to wear boy, but you are a lot smaller than me."
It was hopeless. I'm six feet and a couple of inches. Very buff, but my waist was still 32 inches. He was about five foot four or five, very slim, waist probably no bigger than about 26 inches. I kept a few sarongs in my kit that I used to wear in Malaya because they were so practical in the jungle humidity.I took one out into the lounge area.
"Would you wear a native sarong Alonso?"
"Yes Sir, I wear them at home." He caught himself then, "I used to wear them at home."
I gave him it and he turned before dropping his towel to put it on. I got a perfect look at his butt again and the sight made me take a sharp intake of breath.
He spun round, still naked. "What is it Sir, is something wrong with me?"
I blushed but thought, oh fuck it, be honest.
"No youngster, the reverse. You are beautiful, you took my breath away."
He smiled then, a charming coy little smile. I moved forward so that I could touch him again. I stroked his cheek and down onto his neck and shoulder.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to embarrass you but you are stunning."
I touched his chest and ran my hand down to slide over one nipple. He gasped and shuddered.
He uttered a very soft, "Thank you," and he put his sarong on. He looked edible.
I got him a drink and then I went to change as well, like him just wearing a sarong.
"Well Alonso, what are we going to do with you?"
"I don't know Sir. I f you hadn't picked me up I would probably have followed my clothes, it would be better for everyone if I just ceased to exist."
I was shocked, what on earth had this boy done to be cast adrift by his family and want to end his life.
"Can you tell me why you would want to do that?"
"Yes Sir, my family are strict Roman Catholics and they found me in bed with my best friend this morning having sex."
"And that's it?"
"Yes Sir, do you want me to leave now as well?"
"No Alonso, I want you to call me Jack and I want you to remain with me until we can sort something out for you. Being gay doesn't make you a criminal in my book."
He relaxed then and we chatted for hours until it was time for dinner. The rain hadn't eased up at all so I phoned the mess and asked them to deliver two dinners to my cabin.
"No point in getting wet if we don't have to." I said to Alonso with a grin.
He had a healthy appetite and I noticed he had good table manners.
"What do your parents do Alonso?"
"They are both lawyers Jack, as is my elder brother. I should be going to Law school as well but of course that won't happen now."
He didn't sound suicidal it was just said as though he now expected nothing from his life.
"So what are you going to do? Or is it too early to say."
"Oh no, I am effectively a non person in civilised society in this country. I will probably be able to sell my body for a few years in one of the mining or logging towns and then I will do what I was contemplating today."
I already knew in my heart that I wasn't going to allow that to happen.
"I don't think so Alonso. We can sort something better than that for you."
He looked bemused.
"Why would you want to help me?"
I thought I would try to make him laugh, at the same time as I let him see where my interest lay.
"Come with me."
We went through into my bedroom. I stood him with his back to my long dressing mirror and pulled his sarong off.
"Look at your butt."
He twisted to see his bum then looked at me and shrugged.
"I'll look after you just for the chance to occasionally see that."
I was grinning as I said it, he had obviously been made aware that he had a cute bottom so he laughed as well.
"Let's have a drink."
Once we were sat down again he asked, "Are you gay Jack?"
"Yes, and I like small dark skinned boys with cute butts."
I was grinning again. I didn't want to frighten him but I did want to make love to him. At bed time I offered him two choices.
"I can get you some bedding Alonso and you can sleep on the couch. Not the most comfortable place. Or you can sleep with me, I have a large bed and you will be safe."
"I'll sleep with you Jack."
We both slept naked, we both slept with major erections and I didn't touch him, sexually. That was not a moral decision, but I guess it was an ethical one, he had enough trauma for one day was how I looked at it. Before I turned out the bedside light I came up onto one elbow to look at him. I ran my hand gently over his exposed chest and looking in his eyes I said.
"Go to sleep youngster, nothing is going to happen to you in this bed tonight. You just get a good night's sleep and we'll talk in the morning."
I leant forward and kissed him gently on the cheek, turned the light out and dropped on to my pillow looking at the ceiling. What on earth was I going to do with him? I could not realistically keep him with me but the alternative didn't bare thinking about. I was only 26, no established reputation even though I was good at my job so I could hardly force my employer's to keep him here in any meaningful role, or could I? I was reasonably independent in the way I worked, I earned far more than I spent. Could I ask them to allow me to keep him as an assistant, even volunteering to pay for him if I had to?
When I woke up he was curled up next to me, one leg thrown over my lower body and an arm slung across my chest. His head was tucked into my left shoulder. I believe people call the feeling I had, `contentment'. I could handle waking up like this every morning. I could feel his very hard penis digging in my thigh and I knew that if he stayed with me, one day I would do something with that. He stirred then and realising where he was shot across the bed to get as far away from me as he could.
"I'm sorry sir, I'm really sorry."
I pulled him back towards me so that I could cuddle him again.
"No apology necessary Alonso, waking up with you snuggling up to me felt really good."
I stroked his torso as I said it and felt him relax.
A softly mumbled, "Thank you Sir," sounded good.
"I'm still Jack and I need the bathroom."
I hopped out, did my morning routine, re-entered the bedroom still naked and dressed. He watched my every move and made sure he scoped out my groin area before I got my briefs on.
"I am going to see if I can find you some clothes so that we can go to breakfast. Help yourself to the bathroom and there is a new tooth brush in the bathroom cabinet."
I reckoned our mess boy was the same size as Alonso, or very close so I went over to the mess and asked him if I could borrow a complete change of clothes from him.
"If you have any underwear that has never been warn George I will buy it off you."
He did me proud. A nice set of boxers, still in their wrapping, T Shirt, shorts and flip flops. I took them back for Alonso and he joined me for breakfast. We got a few funny looks from the other members of the crew but that was all.
I went to see my boss and told him I wanted to try working with an assistant this week. I would pay for him out of my own salary if the camp would keep him and we could discuss any ongoing commitment at the end of the week. No problem so I picked up some overalls and work boots for Alonso and took him with me to work.
The boy was well educated so I used him to log all my work as I did it. I showed him all the forms he had to fill in as we went about our work and I realised at the end of the day I had accomplished a lot more because I hadn't had to stop and enter everything up as I did it.
Alonso thought it was great, I explained what I was doing, he took it all on board and over the next five days became a huge asset to me. The papers I turned into the boss at the end of the week had him goggle eyed.
"Christ Jack, this is very good. We had better employ that boy, he'll have you finished way ahead of schedule."
I grinned because our week had been fun.
The first day when we got back to the camp we showered and cleaned ourselves up climbing into clothes for supper. Alonso would wear George's clothes for a couple of hours tops every evening so we could stop worrying about those until the weekend. There was no problem with him sharing my portacabin and of course he slept with me every night. I studiously avoided any sexual contact but he did spoon into me or cuddle me every night, usually with an erect penis. I realised it was quite long and thick. I had run my hand over his body to show him I liked him near me, including stroking his cute butt, but it was not done with sexual connotations, more in the way that I would have stroked a pet. Action and desire were two diametrically opposed things though. I truly wanted to make love to this boy. He was gorgeous, add to that intelligent, interesting, polite and a few other complimentary comments and it was easy to see where I was coming from.
On the Saturday morning, no rain this weekend, I asked him if he would like to go into Georgetown to buy some clothes.
"I don't have any money Jack."
"I know, but I owe you a week's wages so we can spend that."
"But you have looked after me, I don't expect money on top."
I laughed, "You have no idea how much work you have saved me this week do you?"
He shook his head.
"On a normal week Alonso all the paper work you have done on site I would normally have to stop to do myself. I have been able to triple my work because I have just read everything out to you as I did it meaning continuous work instead of stop start. My boss will pay your wages in future, so Monday you are on the payroll."
He grinned at me and we were off to town. We didn't go mad, in a bush camp we hardly needed designer clothes so we stuck with the cheap end of the clothing range. I did notice him cast a few longing glances in the windows of the designer stores.
"Is that where you used to buy your clothes?"
He nodded.
"Well if you stay with me until this contract ends you can do it again with all the money you will have earned."
"Really Jack?" He looked so surprised.
"Yeah, we spend virtually nothing in this job, your accommodation, food and work clothes are all provided, we don't come into town very often so your pay will just accumulate in the bank. That reminds me we have to open an account for you."
He blushed, "I already have an account Jack, my parents used to put my allowance in every month but I don't think there is very much left in it now."
"No problem, we just need to give the details to the office and they will do the rest."
He looked so pleased I wanted to hug him.
We gave George his clothes back that night at dinner with a small present we had bought him as a thank you.
"The boss says you can bunk with the labourers now if you want to, or you can stay here with me."
He thought about this as we went back to my cabin.
"If I stay with you Jack will you make love to me?"
I was gobsmacked, (I think that's the expression.)
"Are you serious Alonso?"
"Yes, but only if you want to."
I laughed, grabbed him in a bear hug and told him,"I wanted to make love to you before you were even in my car that first day."
He looked bemused.
"Well why haven't you then?"
"Easy, I like you very much, I respect you and I am aware how traumatic your circumstances were last week. I didn't want to take advantage of your vulnerability, and you are eight years younger than I am."
He kissed me on the lips then and I nearly died. The boy was so gorgeous and his lovely full lips felt like heaven on mine. I responded and in very quick time we were tongue battling inside each other's mouths. The gates to Paradise were definitely on the way to opening.
That night they opened fully, I made love to Alonso in a way I had never made love to anyone before. Was that because I was falling in love with him, or was still aware that his psyche must still be quite fragile. Probably both, whatever the reason, I took over an hour to bring us both to heart stopping orgasms, both of us having had some small ones on the way. I was a truly gentle lover stroking and licking my way over his body, kissing nipples and stomach until I reached his penis. Now as hard as rock and about seven inches long, of course on this small boy it looked a lot longer. I nibbled the foreskin which had not withdrawn over the head, it drove him crazy and a couple of minutes later I got my first mouthful of boy juice when I pulled the foreskin back and licked his cock head. Phew, talk about sensitive, his hips bucked forcing most of his cock into my mouth and then he erupted.
"Oh gosh Jack, thank you."
I giggled he was still being so polite even while we made love.
I licked up all his boy juice before turning him over and spending an age just licking and kissing his butt cheeks. When I spread his legs to start on the most beautiful little rosebud I had ever seen I gasped and kissed it before he could ask if something was the matter. It was obvious without asking that he was an anal virgin, his little hole took forever to take my whole index finger. I was well lubed but he was just so tight.
"I'll never be able to get my penis in there Alonso, you are such a tight little one."
"Please keep trying Jack, I have known for a long time that I wanted to be entered by a lover, my best friend never would so I am still a virgin."
Well we kept at it; I used nearly all of my supply of lube opening him up until I thought I might be able to ease my glans over his sphincter. He gasped and cried out but pleaded with me to stay inside him. I got about four inches into him and he came up on his knees. I nearly died. I now had a perfect view of my cock working in and out between the two most amazing little cheeks. I came quite quickly but rolled him over and with him in the missionary position I fucked him again until he told me he was getting sore. We had both orgasmed several times by then so I just powered into him. I couldn't believe how violent our orgasms were to finish that first session. We lay gasping in each other's arms just stroking each other. My contentment level rose about a million per cent. He had been truly amazing to make love to and I knew I would never get tired of it.
Of course I didn't, when my work in Guyana finished my reputation was made and each new post I applied for or was offered carried the proviso that my assistant was part of the package. It took us nearly ten years but we finally got Alonso his degree in geology as well. Most of the jobs we had after that involved two geologists but there were ones where we worked separately for a few months. They were quite good because when we got together again our love making was amazing.
We are sliding into middle age now but still behave like a couple of kids when we are alone together. I suppose because of the nature of our work we both still look good physically, but Alonso is the best because that cute butt that got me hard just looking at it still does. From the back he still looks like the teenager I met twenty years ago.
How that day changed my life! ___________________________________________________________________________ I know, I've done it again, a sloppy love story with a happy ending. One of these days I am going to surprise you and have a sad ending or a beastly ending. Actually my next two are pretty extreme but still end well. Chris Johns at home in Antigua