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Little Swallow Surprise 9
Rafa speaks...
Travelling with a group of twenty-five boys isn't easy, especially if you want to move fast. We managed to get through New York passport control quickly, fortunately, we had Father Joe with us, an American, who was very pushy with the officials. Everyone's bags had come through quickly, but Alejandro's bag hadn't. Fr Joe came to the rescue again and somehow or other got the baggage people to find the blond seventeen-year-old's bag.
Fr Joe had secured accommodation on the outskirts of the city in a retreat centre. All the rooms were on the ground, or first floor and the centre was surrounded by a high wall which gave the place a secluded feel. I got a room on the ground floor and slid my window open to let in the warm summer air. I lay on my single bed under a picture of the Virgin Mary thinking about the week ahead. I called Clinton Ho, a friend who was studying computers at New York University, and arranged to see him. He had met Alex years ago while he was on a road trip, and we had stayed in touch. Clinton always joked and said that we were his sex instructors.
The sisters had sensibly waived any rules of silence and the boys had the run of the centre. There was a basketball court which kept most of them busy and the tree-covered garden provided a lot of private spaces. That evening we gathered in the chapel and went through our programme for the next day. I was satisfied by the sound of the choir and didn't keep them long.
I returned to my room and sent a text to Alex, and I also responded to Clinton and gave him directions to the centre. I thought of Clinton and his muscular body, well developed like Lee's, through years of martial arts training. I slowly wanked, feeling a little guilty under the picture of the Virgin. It wasn't long before I felt that familiar surged in my groin as I shot my cum on my stomach. I thought about the rules in Buddhist retreat centres which expected people on retreat to be celibate and wondered what the arrangements were at this centre. I imagined that some of choir boys would get up to some mischief, after all they were teens.
The afternoon performance at the historic independent school was spectacular. The boys had outdone themselves and made me proud. Clinton had joined us at the performance, and I arranged for him to return to the retreat centre for the night. Clinton joined us for supper and met the staff and the boys. He shared some stories about New York and living in the Big Apple, it had all been new for Clinton as he had grown up in a small Midwest town.
Some of the boys watched TV in the lounge, and Clinton and I went back to my room. He grabbed me as soon as I closed the door and pulled me in for a deep kiss. It was getting dark, and I closed the curtains for privacy. We stripped and took a shower together, our hands drifted across each other's bodies and our erections kept touching. I washed his hair and tried to get as much of my tongue in my mouth. I used the gel to wash his arse and my fingers explored deeper. It was too small to do anything in and we left the shower and dried off. I took Clinton to my bed, and we continued kissing. He was on top of me and told me how much he missed this, he still hadn't found a partner and lacked the courage to reach out. His dick pressed against mine and I grabbed his. I wrapped my hand around it and wanked him. He told me that it felt good, and I used my other hand to squeeze his arse. We lay next to each other on our backs as we continued to wank each other. Clinton and I switch into a 69 position as we both sucked each other. My mind was taken back to the time we were first together with Alex. Clinton groaned as he shot off in my mouth, and I was triggered by him and shot off. Clinton cried yeah and held me tight. That's when we heard coughing behind the curtains. I jumped up and pulled back the curtain and found Alejandro crouching below the windowsill. I was furious, he kept saying "Please don't be angry, please don't be angry." Clinton slipped under the covers, and I stood there stark naked with the choirboy standing there with a visible erection. I pulled him into the room and sat him down on the bed. A thousand thoughts raced through my mind. I recalled the incident in Johannesburg with Tom and Adam, and how Adam lost his teaching position. There was no way he would get involved with this boy. But what could I do? I couldn't exactly report him for spying on me having sex with another man!
Clinton was the first to speak:
"Why on earth would you want to spy on us? And the audacity to be our room!"
Alejandro was in tears and told me how much he liked me, and that he wanted to be with me. I told him that this was not going to happen and that there was no way I could have a relationship with a student. But we were in a predicament, two naked men in a room with a student. Clinton joked and threatened Alejandro with Chinese torture. Alejandro apologised and said that it would never happen again and swore that he would say nothing.
"But here I stand naked in front of you Alejandro. You can't forget what you've seen and heard in this room."
"I promise that I will say nothing," he responded.
There was no point in putting my clothes on. For a moment I thought of embracing him and getting him in bed with Clinton and me, but that would be too risky, and I opened the door and sent him to his room.
Clinton and I laughed. I had never expected a voyeur watching and I said we had become porn stars for a short while. I agreed with Clinton who preferred this kind of activity in private and he said that none of us were exhibitionists.
I switched off the lights and joined Clinton under the covers where we kissed and explored each other's bodies. Clinton commented on just how beautiful Alejandro was and that under other circumstances he would have loved to see him naked. We fell asleep in each other's arms, and I was ready for an early morning rehearsal. Clinton made his way to the underground while we prepared for another afternoon show.
I stood in front of the choir and started with the opening song. I looked Alejandro in the eye, and he smiled at me, but I wasn't sure how to respond to him.
Alejandro speaks...
I have admired Rafa since he arrived at our school in Guatemala City. But it was more than admiration, I had a crush on him. I loved his Barcelona looks, his olive-coloured skin and his brown eyes. I liked his muscular legs and his perfectly shaped torso. I don't know what got into me that night. Why I would climb through the window and watch Clinton and Rafa. I wanted to join them throughout the event - to be part of it. I was driven by desire. I just hoped that Rafa wouldn't write me off, I was sure that I would never betray him or Clinton.
There were other boys that I had in my sights in the choir, but Rafa was the man I was after. I would have to make it up to him at some point. I realised how angry he was that I had interrupted such a private moment.
That evening we performed to a group of nearly two thousand people and were thrilled to have the honour of being part of the choir. We climbed onto the tour bus after the show and drove back to the centre. Rafa sat next to me and told me how talented I was. He told me that I was the only one in the choir that had seen him in a compromising position and that he needed to keep that to himself. He also told me to find someone in the choir that I could be close to and to develop a relationship with someone my age. I agreed with him, but deep down I knew that I was after Rafa.
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.