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Little Swallow Surprise 10
Alejandro appeared to follow me everywhere on the trip. I tried to avoid him, but he never gave up. There was one night when I managed to get away from the group and visit Clinton. He lived in a bedsit near NYU, and I was curious to see where he was and to find out more about his postgraduate work.
Clinton and I met at a Chinese restaurant near his apartment for dinner. According to him, this was the best Chinese restaurant in all of New York, and I thought that he should know considering that his parents owned a famous establishment in the Midwest.
I wasn't disappointed by flavours of the sauce on my Cashew nut chicken. This sauce didn't come from a bottle, it had been prepared with love from scratch. Clinton shared some of his Chop Sui with me and this sauce was also unique. The young Chinese waiter served the dishes with pride and looked handsome in his tight-fitting T-shirt. I asked Clinton if he had met Wang before, and he hadn't. I advised him that he needed to be more observant and to use his gaydar if wanted to meet anyone. I liked Wang and I asked his what sport he played. He said he was into tennis and I suggested that Clinton join him on the court sometime. Clinton blushed and Wang smiled and said that he would like to. He started speaking Mandarin and Clinton only picked up the gist of the conversation. At that moment Clinton probably wished that he had paid more attention in his Chinese lessons.
We walked back to the apartment in the sweltering New York summer heat. The elevator wasn't working, and we had to climb up four flights of stairs. I was soaked by the time we entered the apartment and desperately in need of a shower. I closed the door and I stripped, my erect dick popped out of my boxers and I saw Clinton's dick pointing out of his briefs. Clinton removed his briefs and we stepped into the shower and washed the perspiration of the day off. I loved the sandalwood-scented shower gel that we used to wash each other. Clinton kissed me and hugged me and ran his hands everywhere. I faced the wall and had my hands against the wall, I had my legs pressed together as Clinton pressed his dick in and out. he was breathing louder, and I felt him cum between my legs.
I turned around and leaned with my back against the shower wall and began to wank. Clinton dropped to his knees and took my dick into his mouth and he sucked me intensely until my hips moved and I shot into his mouth. It was an incredible session and I was grateful to be able to be with Clinton. I couldn't wait to share my experience with Alex when I got home.
Clinton and I sat on his small bed sharing stories. Clinton has just read a novel by Édouard Louis called "The End of Eddy". It was about a young gay boy growing up in rural France in poverty. He identified so much with the central character and raved about its authenticity. I told him about Maria and her new life in Chichicastenango, how I loved the way she was developing and how she had embraced the Mayan culture. I also spoke about Lee the young guy we met in Antigua and who had now living with us for a while, I thought that he and Clinton might be a good fit.
We snuggled together in Clinton's narrow bed, and I knew that it wasn't going to be a comfortable night. Clinton had his arm around me, and we fell asleep. I woke in the early hours of the morning; the summer heat was too much and I went to lay under a window on the couch.
I was on an early train winding my way back to the retreat house, I thought of my life journey for a moment, Barcelona to South Africa, back the Barcelona and then to Boston, and then to Guatemala City. I had arrived in time for breakfast and Alejandro immediately got up and joined me. He wanted to know where I had been, and I just said that I had visited a friend. We had to pack up after breakfast and make our way to Boston where we would perform at the posh private school where we had taught before.\It was wonderful to see my previous colleagues and students before the performance. Everyone wanted to know how Maria was doing, and some people asked about Alex. The school looked beautiful in summer and the gardens were magnificent. The buildings also looked good in the dabbled evening light. The choir delighted the crowd and the boys certainly put on their best performance on and made me proud. Alejandro's solo was excellent, and he could easily pass as a professional. He winked at me after his piece, and this irritated me slightly. I must admit that I didn't know what I was going to do with this precocious young man.
The summer temperatures were at record highs. The headmaster invited the boys to use the swimming pool after the show, and I thought that it was a very good idea. The boys needed a distraction, and this was perfect. Alejandro came out of change room wearing a red Speedo, his towel over his shoulder. I think my heart skipped a beat as he looked incredible. His body was handsome, and I hadn't realised how muscular he was. He was well-tanned and could probably pass for a lifeguard on Copacabana beach. I felt my dick grow in my pants. I was glad that I wasn't in a Speedo as my boner would be very visible.
Alejandro winked at me as he walked past and asked me to watch his towel as he dropped it on the grass. He dived in and joined in the pool horseplay. The younger boys got onto his shoulders, and he bulleted them into the deep end. Everyone was having fun. A young boy ran and pushed Alejandro he climbed out of the pool and he fell and injured his leg. He couldn't put weight on his leg. I jumped up and went to assist. He seemed to have pulled a muscle. I helped him onto a chair and threw his towel over his shoulders. The school nurse was called, and she confirmed that she must of pulled a muscle and some older boys helped him get to the sick bay where they applied an ice pack.
Once we had got all the boys to the showers and into bed, I returned to the sickbay to see how Alejandro was doing. He was fast asleep, and I stood for a few moments contemplating his beauty. I switched off the light and returned to my room.
The next morning a tour bus arrived to take us to the next venue in the city where we would perform. It was another sweltering day and our lunchtime concert at the city hall had been sold out. The choir was still in top form and gave another stellar performance. Alejandro wasn't up to doing his solo, so we took it off the programme and two sopranos performed a duet in his place. They stole the hearts of the audience and did an encore. I felt satisfied as the bus took us to the airport hotel for our last night in the States. I was happy and sat and debriefed the last few days with Father Joe. He was very pleased with everything and was proud of the choir, and he said that he was tired of his home country and couldn't wait to return to Guatemala.
We arrived at the hotel in time for dinner and celebrated our achievements with some champagne. I was exhausted at the end of the tour and returned to my room to get an early night. I was already in bed, only wearing my sleep shorts, when there was a knock at the door. I got up, put on a hotel gown and opened the door. It was Alejandro. He had a tube of ointment in his hand, and he asked me to massage his leg. I was in two minds and agreed to assist. He was wearing sleep shorts and a T-shirt. He must of just showered as he smelled very fresh.
He lay flat on the bed and I squeezed the cooling ointment onto his thighs and rubbed it in. He said that it felt good, I noticed that his sleep shorts were tented. I was tempted to touch his dick but resisted. Alejandro's eyes were closed and he groaned. He took hold of my hand and place it on his dick.
"No Alejandro, I can't do it. It wouldn't be right, and you and I can get into big trouble," I said.
"Please," he pleaded as I got up and told him to leave my room. I locked the door behind him and went to wash my hands. I was grateful to have dodged another difficult situation. Don't misunderstand me I liked Alejandro and I would have liked to take things further in that moment, but I was the responsible adult and he was a student and it just couldn't happen. It took me a while to fall asleep with so many thoughts whirling through my head.
That night my dreams took me back to my first encounter with a boy at the monastery school. I had just arrived, and I was very young, and it happened in the dormitory. After lights out an older boy climbed into my bed with me. He told me to be very quiet and began to fondle my dick. The boy also kissed me using his tongue and placed my hand around his hard dick and quietly told me to move my hand up and down. After a while, I experienced a warm wonderful feeling, and my body shuddered slightly. The boy, Mateo, ejaculated and I got my first taste of cum.
I woke up to my phone alarm, and after a shower joined my colleagues and boys for breakfast. The precocious Alejandro limped in and sat next to me.
"Buenas mañanas," he said and winked. This boy was quite full of himself. Perhaps he understood my inner turmoil. I smiled and told him that I hoped that his leg was feeling better. I winked at him and continued eating my breakfast.
Note
In Chinese culture, the swallow holds a special place and is considered a symbol of good luck and prosperity. They are known for their beautiful song and their ability to build intricate nests.
The swallow is also seen as a symbol of freedom and independence. Its ability to soar through the skies with ease and grace represents the desire for liberation and the pursuit of personal freedom. Swallows are migratory birds that travel thousands of kilometres each year, returning to their nesting sites in China during the spring season. Just as the swallow is not bound by the constraints of the ground, individuals who resonate with this symbolism seek to break free from societal expectations and live life on their terms.