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SEVEN
Fall swooping into Malibu was a great surprise; the Pacific monsoon season was in full force by the end of August. Life on the coast was considerably different than inland California: much more moody, humid, and subject to marine weather patterns. By the first of September, Mason's favorite time of year had arrived.
Saturday morning was gloomy and foggy, somehow matching Mason's mood. He was not sure why he felt down, but it was distinctly a feeling that the world was just a fraction off. He decided to take a walk on the beach, and after making coffee for Mario and the guests, he hiked out the back door and across the patio toward the Pacific and then north along the sand. He scared a couple of gulls and a sandpiper, smiling at the sea otters frolicking in the surf, and wished he knew why he felt glum.
When he returned to the house, Mario was waving to him from the patio. When he made it up to the pool, Mario had come out across the pool deck and grabbed Mason and hugged him tightly; "What's up love?" Mason asked him.
Mario looked at him strangely, and then said "Your cell phone was buzzing like crazy and woke me up so I took the liberty of answering it because I noticed it was Stuart calling."
Mason got a rocky feeling in the pit of his stomach, and then very quietly asked "What did he want?"
"It's Madge. Stuart is coming over in an hour."
Mason fidgeted the rest of the morning waiting for his nephew. When Stuart arrived, it clearly was not going to be good news he was bringing, judging by his appearance. Stuart's eyes were red and bloodshot, and he looked as if he had not slept in days. He went directly to Mason and hugged him and whispered "She is gone."
Stuart explained how early yesterday morning he had been called by the hospital; Madge had been found at home laying on the kitchen floor unconscious, by a neighbor. They had taken her to the hospital and tried to revive her but in the middle of the night she had passed. Stuart said the doctors suspected an aneurism, and wanted to do an autopsy, but would not have results until tomorrow.
"Will you go with me?" he asked Mason.
"Of course, we will all go. What arrangements do you want to make?"
"Well Uncle Mason you know I am the last one, so it's all on me now. I think a small graveside service will be best. I do not want to put up with a crowd. We will just invite family and neighbors."
"Sounds good. Should we say this next Saturday?"
"Yes that's good. That will give me time to make arrangements at work."
"Do you have any idea what her affairs are like? Do you have a copy of her will, or any financial records?"
"Yes, sort of, there is a safe deposit box at her bank, and I am a co-signer and have a key; we will see all of that this coming week I suppose."
Mason and Mario were heavy-hearted with feelings for Stuart and the knowledge that except for his uncle, Stuart was alone in the world. By the time they had left Idaho Falls on Sunday afternoon to return to California following the graveside service, they had decided that they had to begin including Stuart in all of their social activities in order to keep an eye on him.
Stuart stayed three extra days in Idaho to gather all of Madge's papers and make arrangements for her affairs. He retrieved the will and some keepsakes from her safe deposit box, and met with the attorney early on Tuesday morning, and made arrangements to sell the house. He wanted to have an estate sale, where all of her belongings were sold to collectors. Madge had a large amount of antiques in her house, and their value was unknown to Stuart.
Weeks later, when all was said and done, the young man in Los Angeles who clerked for the Federal District court was a budding millionaire; the house and farm property and the antiques brought just over three-quarters of a million dollars to Stuart, after the expenses of closing her estate.
Mason remembered that Mario's family had invited them to Buenos Aires for the Christmas holidays, and mentioned it to Mario and tried to see if they were going to plan on that, with their various job considerations, or if they were going to just hide away at home. Mario told him that the law firm had always slowed down through the month 0f December except for last-minute court dates, and he was sure they could take about a week to fly south and back.
Mario then asked "Do you think we should take Stuart with us?"
Mason was startled, because he said "That is what I was thinking, yes I think that is a very generous offer, why don't you call your family and ask if they approve, and then let's call Stuart."
By the time Mario had pulled the cork from a dusty bottle of Zinfandel, Stuart was making plans to meet them at LAX for the non-stop to Buenos Aires on December 21st, and Mario and Mason were laughing about how strange the twists of life can be.
Tad rang the doorbell and jumped in with a gleeful smile and said he was making plans to begin culinary school in January and wanted to use Mario and Mason as guinea pigs for his practice recipes. Ross called a moment later and invited them to the grand opening of their new Beverly Hills gallery on December 15th, and among all of the chaos, Mason realized he had neglected making dinner plans. He asked Tad to call the deli to whip up dinner for six, a traditional fried chicken and cornmeal muffin and mashed potatoes and gravy dinner, when Mario asked "why dinner for six?"
"Well, Tad's new honey Mike is coming by and then in a few minutes when they get out of the city traffic, Ross and Joaquin will be here, so I count six. Am I missing anyone?"
"Yes, Stuart."
"Whoops. Did you already call and invite him?"
The doorbell ringing was the answer, and Mario opened the door and chided Stuart for his formality in ringing the bell and told him to just step on in whenever he came to visit.
"I just do not want to interrupt anything" Stuart laughed.
"Hell you should have been here at the party a few weeks ago" Tad blurted out and before Mason could shush him, Tad was on a streak telling Stuart all of the sexual details of who got fucked (everyone) and by whom (everyone) and in how many positions (the entire Kama Sutra) and how many times.
Mason thought Stuart might be shocked by all of this; glancing at Stuart's crotch he realized he was actually very turned on, judging from the tent in his slacks.
"Well uncle it seems I have missed out on the fun side of you" Stuart laughed. Mason hugged Stuart and said "I think you should always err on the side of caution when dealing with relatives, I have felt, and to make such an invitation to you would have been out of place without knowing better what you think is appropriate."
Stuart laughed even harder. "You are fucking your neighbors and you won't fuck me?" He roared with laughter, and Mario joined him. Mason reddened.
Mario said "Oh yes he will, just give him a chance." A moment later Ross and Joaquin arrived, and by the time they were all settled into the great room with glasses of wine, Mike as well as the deli driver had arrived.
"So, Stuart, no boyfriends on the horizon?" Mario asked.
"Not really, I have plenty of sex, well that's a lie, I have the not-very-frequent fuck buddy from law school, but no, there is no boyfriend."
"Not even a prospect?" Joaquin asked.
"I have not been shopping lately if that is what you are asking" Stuart replied.
"I bet you would fit nicely with the partner of my firm" Mario suggested.
"Well since I referred you there, I know who you are talking about. I have seen him in the Federal Court and we are slightly acquainted."
"Maybe I can get you better acquainted" Mario volunteered. "Like here at home for wine or cocktails or something?"
"From the way Tad tells it, the `or something' part sounds pretty exciting" Stuart laughed.
"OK then," Mason said, "let's plan on that as soon as we get back from South America." Their laughter was interrupted by Mario's cell phone ringing; it was the Dean of the law school, wondering why Mario had missed an appointment with him that afternoon.
"Oh my God, I am so sorry, there has been so much going on here and at the law firm I totally forgot, sir, I am so sorry, when can we meet? I apologize." After their chat, Mario told Mason that the law school wanted Mario to conduct monthly seminars with law students to help them adjust to special issues for students such as gay life, Latino issues, women's issues and emigration issues. He would begin the month after they returned from South America.
Supper was a raucous affair, arguing over which was the best part of the chicken, and what was the best way to cook chicken, and soon another two bottles of wine had to be opened, and by 10 PM the room was vibrating with laughter, drinking, and the camaraderie that only comes from old and close friends. Mason had a hunch that this might turn into an impromptu sex party, and almost as immediately as he thought it, Mike and Tad had begun kissing. Ross took the unusual step of drawing Stuart into a three-way kiss with him and Joaquin, and Mario took Mason and went to the sofa for a make-out session. Within an hour, everyone was naked, throbbing, and had been sucked at least once by everyone in the room, and everyone paid close attention to the 69-position achieved by Mason and Stuart.
With Mason lying on his back on the rug and Stuart kneeling over him, Mason was enjoying his assault on Stuart's asshole with his tongue while Stuart's cock and balls were bobbing in Mason's face with Stuart choking down Mason's cock. It was not long before Stuart was begging "Fuck me" and got his wish immediately, as they switched positions and Stuart was on his knees on the rug and Mason was shoving his cock into his nephew's wet asshole. It was a beautiful moment, and Mario was turned on and throbbing and impressed by the finesse and the ardor of his lover in fucking the younger man, and by Stuart's eager power-bottom participation as he pushed his ass backwards toward Mason's every forward thrust.
The slapping noise of cock and balls into asshole was audible, and soon the room was full of fuckers, Mario fucking Tad, Mike fucking Joaquin, and Ross jacking off and trying to get his cock into Mario. They soon all collapsed together, and the effects of plenty of wine and plenty of sex conjoined to lull them all into silence and satiety.
The next morning Mario had a call from one of his clients; a Venezuelan family was being deported, and their son who was in college at CSU Los Angeles, was the only US citizen among them. Mario had an agreement with the court, or so he thought, to delay the deportation until the New Year, but the federal agents involved decided they could not read the court's orders and proceeded to raid the apartment where the family was staying temporarily.
By Saturday night, the younger children were safely with relatives, the college student was staying with Mario and Mason, and the father and mother were in custody waiting for a flight south.
"I am so grateful for you; you did not have to do this for me" Carlos said. He took Mason's hands and Mario's hands, and thanked them both with a kiss on each cheek for their hospitality. "I have no idea what to do next" and began to cry softly.
"We can figure this out in the morning" Mason offered, looking at Mario expectantly.
By the time Carlos was slugging down quarts of orange juice the next morning over breakfast, Mario spoke to him and said "My husband and I have a plan. Please listen and tell us what you think."
Carlos looked at them blankly, not knowing what to expect.
"We have plenty of room here, if you wish to stay with us until we determine what will happen with your family; we are very sorry we only have room for you and not for the little kids, but we are certain they will be well cared for by your aunt. In the meantime, we want to arrange with the college to get you transferred to Santa Monica City College if possible and if that is something you want to do. Classes are out for the holidays and maybe we can start fresh as soon as we get back from our little vacation to Buenos Aires."
Carlos looked blank still; it had not hit him yet that he was being offered a life boat. Then he responded "Buenos Aires? You are going to Buenos Aires?"
"Yes, why?"
"My grandfather lives in Buenos Aires; he works for a bank there."
"That's wonderful, maybe we can all go see him while we are there and you can introduce us?"
Carlos looked even more confused. "How can I do that if you are in Buenos Aires and I am here?"
"You will be in Buenos Aires with us" Mario said.
Mason was beginning to laugh; Carlos looked sheepish, and suddenly realized what was being said. "Oh my God" he mumbled. "Oh my God, thank you so much, this is wonderful. I can't pay for any of this, how can I repay you?"
Mario said "There is no need for repayment, we did not ask for that and we do not expect it, just come with us and enjoy the trip, visit your grandfather, have a great holiday season, and we will be back in time for school to start. We are actually only going to be gone ten days, and Stuart is going with us as well, so you will have plenty of company. Try to enjoy yourself after this temporary tragedy."
Carlos just mumbled, and tried smiling and then looked sad again, thinking about his parents and his sister and brother. A tear fell from his eye, and he repeated "Thank you so much."
"Well today is shopping day if we are going to get ready for Christmas on the run in South America, so you need to get your fanny showered and dressed and ready for a day out of the house with us." Mario was directing Carlos and gently pushing him to a different topic in order to help him feel better. By 10 that morning they were on the road to the malls, and by 6 PM they were back home with boxes and bags and gift cards and wrapping paper and bows. Mason suggested they have dinner at the tapas restaurant, and Carlos seemed to be in a much better mood. He had selected gifts for his two siblings, and had enjoyed wrapping them. Mason and Mario both noted how adept Carlos was at not simply choosing the gifts, but in meticulously wrapping them and tying the bows. They looked at each other and winked; over dinner in the restaurant they winked again, as the wait staff bustled around them and stopped by with frequent gifts of extra food and kisses on their cheeks.
Mario and Mason both noticed how Carlos would glance downward. At first they thought he was embarrassed by the actions of the waiters, but then they noticed he was not glancing at the floor, he was glancing at the crotches of the waiters. Mario began to chuckle, and Mason soon got the hint and asked the waiters to bring extra things just to keep them as close to Carlos as possible.
Mason's cell phone rang and he noticed it was Stuart; when he ended the call he told Mario that Stuart was coming to stay the night and was going to have breakfast with them the next day.
They told Carlos a little about Stuart, but only the essentials, since after all they had no real idea yet if Carlos was gay or if he were merely searching the landscape to determine where he was. Mason had an additional idea, and called Tad to ask him if he was free to the next day to teach their new friend Carlos how to surf; Tad agreed immediately, and said he would be over before breakfast in the morning.
When Stuart arrived a little before 9 PM, he told Mason he had a little surprise. Madge's life insurance policy had just sent a payment of a little more than $100,000 including interest. Stuart said "That should make a nice Christmas gift don't you think?"
Mason asked "For whom?" and Stuart said "All of us and this wonderful trip to South America, don't you think I want to be able to help with things? I don't want to just tag along and not pay my fair share." Mason quickly glanced at Carlos and realized what effect Stuart's comment had on their new friend. Stuart looked toward Carlos and said "I hope I did not offend anyone, I want to share this with everyone, it was an unexpected gift and is perfectly superfluous as far as I am concerned, so let's have a great time together and enjoy this gift from my mother."
Carlos looked down at the floor, and before he let another moment slip away, Stuart said to Carlos "Hey since I do not know you at all and just met you can we get to know each other better? Let's go outside and talk."
Carlos looked frightened; he did not know what to expect from this Gringo lawyer who was the nephew of his benefactor, and had no preparation for sparring with this man. As it turned out, Stuart had the same talent as Mason in putting people immediately at ease. It was a talent that served him well as a lawyer.
"What's your name? Carlos, am I right? I am glad you got a chance to meet my uncle; I think you will like him. He and his husband are great people, and really take care of each other. I think they will take care of you as well."
All Carlos could do was shake his head; husband? What was this all about? Of course he was a modern American college student, and knew a great deal about contemporary American culture and the political and cultural trends, but he had never experienced being introduced to someone's "husband" this way. Maybe it was a joke?
"And I heard you are going to Buenos Aires with them also, that's really great. See, I am going too, and I think it is going to be a fabulous trip, I can't wait. Of course you are from South America so I think you probably know a lot more than me, so I expect you to teach me a lot of stuff so I do not look like an idiot."
`No chance', Carlos was thinking, but kept his mouth shut and a smile on his face. "So tell me your college major?" Stuart had kept talking and Carlos had drifted away from the conversation, not realizing he was supposed to participate; Americans are so strange, he thought, even though technically Carlos was one, legally at least. Culturally, he thought to himself, he might never become fully American. Oh well, better play along with these guys just to be safe.
Stuart stopped talking and had also stopped walking. They were on the edge of the water line on the beach yards from the house, and Stuart was staring back towards the house and had asked Carlos a question. "I'm so sorry, I did not hear you, can you please repeat the question?"
"Your major? At CSU?"
"Oh. Yeah, sorry, ummh well it's going to be architecture maybe."
"Oh I see, you are not sure yet?"
"Yeah, I'm not really sure yet, and since I stayed out of school a couple of years, I kinda feel like I better hurry and make up some time, you know, so I can get a job and support my family."
"Yeah I know, I always thought I had to support my Mom and take care of her, but it's funny she is talking care of me now even though she is gone."
"Where did she go?"
Stuart was stunned by the question, and then he realized it was a cultural gap that prompted the question from Carlos. "Oh, sorry, I meant she recently died. I have inherited some things from her, so in that sense she is taking care of me. A little money, the farm, stuff like that. So tonight when I was a bonehead and made that stupid announcement about her life insurance policy paying me, I guess I was being insensitive. I was not trying to brag about money. I apologize."
Carlos was even more confused; here was a man who had just suffered the death of his mother and was technically alone in the world, apologizing to Carlos. None of this made any sense. "No, please, let me say how sorry I am that you have lost your family" he said to Stuart.
"Sounds like we are in the same boat, chum." Stuart spun out some good old American expressions that only served to confuse Carlos further. "I guess so" he replied to Stuart. This trip might turn out to be a disaster, Carlos thought.
Once back in the house, Carlos noticed the expectant expressions on their faces; Mario spoke to him in Spanish: "Que piensa?" Carlos replied "Not much, just thinking how lucky I am to be here and able to stay with you."
They showed Carlos to his quarters in the apartment above the garage, where Mario had previously stayed. He was amazed at what he thought was a luxurious apartment, and had indeed never stayed in a place like this by himself. His family would be stunned by this place. He suddenly was very tired and sad, burdened by thoughts of what was happening to his family, especially his parents.
Carlos apparently slept much longer than usual, because when he awakened and found his way downstairs to the kitchen, the house was silent. There was coffee for him and fruit and a cinnamon roll; there was a note in Spanish next to the food, written by Mario apparently. "Please make yourself at home; we are running some errands and will be back by lunch time. Here is my phone number if you need anything. Have fun surfing."
Carlos was startled by a noise in the great room; it was Tad, who had come over to begin teaching Carlos how to surf. After the introductions, Tad said "You will probably want to have a swim suit on, and I brought a wetsuit for you to wear. It belongs to my roommate, and I think he is your size so maybe this will work."
Carlos was not sure what to do or say, but this enthusiastic and beautiful blue-eyed Gringo in front of him wearing only a Speedo, and one that did not hide anything at all, was saying things that meant nothing to Carlos. Surf? No one did that in South America except the touristas. These Californians, he thought to himself. "Do you have a swim suit?" Tad interrupted Carlos thoughts.
"No, sorry."
"Well, then, skinny out of those clothes and get this wetsuit on and let's get going."
"What?" Carlos could not believe his ears. He had just been asked to get naked by a perfect stranger.
Tad was about three or four inches taller than Carlos and about the same weight, so Carlos was calculating how much of a struggle it would be if he had to fight Tad. He had no idea what was happening here, so he asked. "Can you explain this to me?"
"Sure, last night Mason called me and asked if I would show you how to surf, since you are going to be staying with him and Mario and all, and since we are all gay around here, it might be a lot of fun, to help you get to know all of the guys."
"Gay? You think I am gay?"
"No, I am saying that is what Mason thinks."
"Oh my God. And you want me to get naked and put on that wetsuit? In front of you?"
"Sure, it's not a big deal, you get naked in the college locker room and the showers all the time, right?"
"Ummh, yeah, I guess."
"So then..." Tad stood there. "Here, what if I turned around so you are not embarrassed?"
Carlos was suddenly incensed; why would he be embarrassed about his body? He was fine, nobody could complain about his body, he had been lifting weights for five years, he worked hard, always had manual labor jobs, he was fine to look at, even if the eyes looking at him belonged to a gay blonde Gringo surfer. He stripped, and stood there basking in the gaze of Tad, literally showing off his dick.
"Wow. Nice. Nothing to be afraid of there." Tad whistled at the 8-inches-plus long uncut cock in front of him.
"So?" Carlos demanded.
"Well, Carlos, that cock could make you some money in the right places."
"What the fuck does that mean?"
"Nothing, just I bet you could get jobs doing porn."
"You think I fuck around?"
"No, see, you are getting angry again, I did not mean anything like that, it was just my stupid way of saying you look great, sorry."
Carlos was confused again. Here he was bare-ass naked in front of a tall skinny white surfer, and was suddenly wanting to do something about it.
Tad sensed Carlos' confusion and said "Look, can we start over? Please? I am really sorry if I said something wrong or stupid, I say shit all the time, I don't mean to be hurtful, it's just you have a great body and I am kinda jealous, you know? I am taller than you but I am not built or muscular like you, you know? And you have a great cock besides, and those balls are pretty damn impressive."
"You really are gay huh? You like my dick? And my balls?"
"Sure as hell do, see how much better yours are than mine?" Tad pulled his wetsuit down to just below his crotch, and showed off his balls.
"And around here there are these great parties, well I am not going to tell you now it will just spoil the surprise, but once a month or so these guys have friends over and everybody has sex together all at once so I bet your set of equipment would be very popular."
"Oh fuck now you are lying."
"God's honest truth. I would not believe it either if I had not been there. Got fucked for the first time in this very room."
"Oh my God." Carlos was getting light-headed and sat on the sofa; Tad asked him "Hey are you ok?"
"Yeah, sure, just not sure what this is all about."
Tad sat next to Carlos and put a hand on his leg; Carlos jumped. "Sorry, I may have gone too far, I should just shut up and go back home."
"No, let's try surfing, maybe that will help me calm down."
Carlos was clearly upset, not sure what side of Hell he had landed in, but this was a planet completely unknown to him, `kindness of strangers' notwithstanding. He pulled on the wetsuit, careful to tuck his meat in so that nothing was in the way of the big zipper. He followed Tad down through the patio and across the lawn to the beach, and they sat on their surfboards and paddled slowly out to the first line of breakers. After two hours of laboring against the tide, gravity, inertia, and fear, Carlos was finally getting to stand up on the board with some control and was beginning to see how this could be his new passion.
By the time they made it back up to the house, showering on the patio was not a question of embarrassment any longer for Carlos; Tad had already told him how much his dick was admirable, and although it was not as long as Tad's, his balls were bigger and heavier and Carlos began to feel a little better about all of this confusion. He did not have to go to the sex parties after all, and besides, maybe Tad was lying. When he finished his shower, he noticed that Tad's dick was getting plump, and Tad's eyes were shinier than usual.
"Let's go see what's for lunch" Carlos offered, and just at the moment they entered the house, both bare-ass naked, they realized the front door was open and Mason and Mario were carrying in packages and groceries. All four men stopped and stared at each other; Mason and Mario were smiling broadly, and Tad and Carlos were silent and apprehensive.
"Enjoying nature, I see" Mason said with a laugh. "That's good; around here we don't want to be too formal."
Carlos noticed a pretty firm outline in Mario's shorts, and decided he had better find something to put on to cover himself before this confusion took over and things got out of control. He excused himself and went up to his room, and found shorts and a T-shirt with the sleeves cut off. A few minutes later Tad was calling him to come down to lunch.
When Carlos showed up in the breakfast room, Ross and Joaquin were just entering the house and introduced themselves. Joaquin spoke to Carlos in Spanish and they had a pleasant conversation despite Carlos' natural reticence at meeting strangers. He did notice that both Ross and Joaquin kept glancing at his crotch; too bad he had slipped on a very tight pair of shorts. God, is everyone around here flamers, he wondered? Looks like Tad was right.
It was a beautiful warm Indian summer day and very clear weather, and so Mason suggested they take the lunch out to the patio and pool deck, which Mario engineered while Mason stayed behind and made a pitcher of Sangria. Carlos was surprised that it was made with white wine, Mason's favorite recipe, a flip on the customary red wine and fruit punch that just seemed too sweet and heavy to Mason.
To make Carlos more comfortable, Mason had already filled in Ross on the back-story to avoid any cross-examination of their new guest face-to-face over lunch. Joaquin had already suggested to Ross that they take Carlos with them for the day, since all three men are fluent in Spanish, and let Carlos enjoy seeing the Malibu side of Southern California and get his mind off his family troubles. Soon after lunch was finished, Ross was steering Carlos by the shoulders toward the front doors and they were all saying goodbye and agreeing to meet at the gallery at 7 PM for dinner.
In the back seat of the Audi convertible coupé, Carlos was sure that he had just completed his entry into a whole new world, like falling down Alice's rabbit hole. He had experienced in the past 72 hours more strange new unfamiliar things than in the entirety of his life, and it was wonderful, mysterious, exotic, scary, and haunting. Looking at the Pacific Coast Highway hurtling past him at over 70 miles per hour, he wondered how far he might go on this new pathway with these new friends and new experiences, and where he might end up.
His chief concern was the sex and the gayness and all of that shit, which scared him. He jacked off daily to fantasies of jocks and athletes he knew at college, had actually jacked off with a buddy from high school twice, had tried fucking girls but somehow it bothered him and he only did that three times. He had seen online gay porn and it turned him on so hard he thought he was going to split his dick open before he came; the biggest surprise was watching gay porn and getting hard and dripping floods of pre-cum.
But he had never admitted to himself he was gay, and in fact was convinced it was a phase he would grow out of and then settle down with some nice cute Venezuelan Catholic girl and fuck her like crazy and make babies and live happily ever after. Or so the story was supposed to go; that was the story he had been told all of his life.
For now he was convinced he was just going to avoid the whole gay thing, let Mason and Mario and their fuck buddies have their fun, Carlos was going to avoid the parties and just be cool.
At 7 PM, when Joaquin guided the Audi into the parking lot of his art gallery, Mason and Stuart and Mario were waiting for them in the big Mercedes; they had chosen Mario's favorite restaurant to treat Carlos to a South American dinner. They had to drive down the coast to Santa Monica for churrascaria.
Carlos was thrilled; he had heard of the Brazilian meat overload dinner but had never experienced it. His family was blue collar and they had traditional Venezuelan foods, mostly rice and vegetables and chicken and pork, but never the style nor the portions these Americans were accustomed to. Stuart rode with Carlos in the back seat of the Audi, and chatted away about this and that, Carlos paying little attention, more riveted by the coast line and the scenery and watching the surfers out on the water. Why was he getting hard staring at surfers?
The dinner was fabulous and as Carlos predicted, too much food for him. The one thing better than the food was the handsome South American wait- staff, who paid special attention to their table because of Mario, Ross, Joaquin and Carlos, who all spoke in Spanish to them. Why was Carlos getting hard staring at waiters?
Mason suggested they go home for after-dinner cocktails, and by the time the little band of warriors made it back to Mason and Mario's home, Carlos was truly uncomfortable trying to hide his obvious stiff dick. Seated in the great room, holding a bottle of Corona beer, Carlos kept the bottle over his crotch. The trick worked against him; he did not realize the condensation dripped onto his tan shorts and accentuated the outline of his hard-on. Mario was seated directly across from Carlos and was staring without any shame at the stiff crotch. Carlos decided he needed to take a walk out on the patio to cool off. As he left the room, his hard-on was advertised to the entire crowd.