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Chapter: NINE
Sunday was a flurry of activity: an early breakfast, just juice and coffee and cinnamon rolls and then packing into the airport shuttle when it arrived, and shouts and laughter and last-minute checks around the house to be sure everything was packed and the house was secure. Ross and Joaquin were going to stay in the house for the week to take care of things, and they were standing in the drive to wave goodbye as the shuttle pulled away.
Flying to the far south end of South America is not easy: the trip from LAX, even though a non-stop was still tedious. It was midnight in Buenos Aires when the troop landed, and weary from sitting for so many hours, they stayed in the airport hotel for the night instead of transferring to the city.
The next day, Mario was the first one awake, and was banging around to get everyone up and ready to visit his family. There were two limos waiting for them in front of the airport hotel, and they were expected at Mario's family home as soon as possible. Mason was feeling grumpy; his leg ached from the long flight, and his ass hurt as well from too-infrequent walks through first class on the airplane to stretch and keep limber. He desperately needed coffee but would not get any for at least an hour as the limos wound through Buenos Aires morning traffic to the palatial home of the Deputy Minister of the Interior of this beautiful Republic.
Mason decided to keep his mouth shut for at least the morning, get some coffee, stretch his legs as soon as possible, and keep a low profile. Fat chance, he later realized, since he was the brand-new son-in-law of the Deputy Minister: there was no way was he going to be able to wander off alone and keep below the radar. Mario's entire family surrounded them the moment they arrived and the chatter and slaps on the back and hugs and smiles seemed non-stop. They were a truly beautiful family, and exhibited great concern for each other, despite the typical conservative reticence of the upper class in this country.
Within two hours, they had been fed, given gallons of coffee, tea, juices, steaming hot yerba buena in sterling silver cups, and dozens of pastries and fruit plates. Mason was afraid he was going to fall asleep before lunch and not be able to enjoy any of it. He was also concerned about Carlos and wanted him to feel at home, even though he was completely out of his element as a working-class kid from the countryside and now a guest of one of the most powerful men on the entire continent. Carlos seemed to be able to keep his balance; he was being as social as he knew how for the moment, as he and Stuart were being shown around the grounds of the beautiful estate.
After the breakfast had been cleared away by what looked like an army of housekeeping staff, Mario and Mason were asked to gather the group together and head off on a car-tour of the city. Stuart and Carlos were in one Hummer accompanied by Mario's brother Alfonso, and Mason and Mario went with Mario's father in a second one. It appeared that a military officer was the driver of each vehicle; later Mason asked Mario about that and was reassured that the government kept a very watchful eye over its high-profile members. In recent years the terrorist movement that had swept the continent had landed squarely in the lap of the Argentine government with protestors supporting indigenous peoples' rights to the land and the resources such as minerals and petroleum. Since Mario's father had a direct duty concerning those resources, he had been threatened many times. Mason glanced around and noticed several military vehicles accompanying them which he had not seen at the estate.
Mario's father took a call on his cell phone and when he finished he turned to look at his son and said "Well a little change in plans, we are going to the Presidential Palace for lunch. Your Mother will be furious!" he laughed. Mario laughed with him, because although he was correct that his mother would be furious, how could you tell the President that you were going to skip lunch at the palace in favor of keeping your wife happy? Not likely.
Mario Sr. called ahead to Alfonso's Hummer, and they had already been informed; within a half hour they were all pulling up to the Palace. The President was not in attendance, but Mario Sr.'s boss, the Minister of the Interior as well as the Minister of Finance and Economics were, together with the Vice President.
Lunch with four of the most important men in South America suddenly made Mason nervous. He was not afraid of nor intimidated by such men; he had interviewed this class of politician across the globe many times in the past but to suddenly be in their social circle for no good reason was putting Mason off his game.
Lunch was quiet and fun and funny and leisurely and enjoyable and educational for Mason and his nephew and their newly adopted "son" Carlos. Mason was very proud of Mario handling the introductions for Carlos to the politicians; he did not mention anything about his parents' deportation from the United States. He tried to make Carlos feel at home, and it appeared to be a success. The polite discussion over lunch concerned the current state of the economy in the United States and the popular South American expression "when the Estados Unidos sneezes the entire continent catches cold."
Mason conducted a very scholarly and very well-informed explanation of his view of the economy, and the future that was ahead for the USA as well as its neighbors and allies. Clearly the Argentines have an agenda for the continued prosperity of their country, and Mason was able to assure them that he felt their plans fit nicely with what the new US president was attempting to accomplish. If granted a second term, Mason thought, the president could succeed in turning the crippled economy around. He was reassured by the Argentine Vice President that they were in full support of the president and wished for him to have a second term.
The ride after lunch through the city to view its more famous landmarks was a great relief to Mason; he had not expected to conduct a diplomatic lecture on his first day in his host country. Mario and his father both thanked Mason profusely for his remarks; they said it would have a very important and positive effect on relations between Argentina and the US.
At that moment in the conversation, Mario Sr's cell phone rang again, and he smiled and handed it to Mason. Perplexed, Mason took the phone with a tentative "Hello"; he found himself speaking to the President of Argentina. "Yes sir, thank you sir, of course sir, it was very gracious sir, I am sorry we missed you as well, yes sir please come to see us in California at any time. Thank you sir." He hung up the phone.
He smiled and chuckled and handed the phone back to his host; he explained "The President had a family emergency; his daughter was giving birth for the first time and the President wanted to be there in person to announce to the press that he had been made into a grandfather by his oldest daughter." The two Marios laughed and cheered and clapped.
By nightfall, when Buenos Aires comes to life with a brightly lit cityscape and a raucous nightlife among the glitterati, Mason was exhausted and ready for bed. Mario insisted that they go out to a few nightclubs and see what the city has to offer after midnight; Mason thought that was a dreadful idea but decided he had to try to be a good sport, and so Stuart, Carlos, Mason and Mario were loaded all together into one of the Hummers and their Lt Colonel-driver was whisking them into the electricity of the inner city and its pounding clubs. It was well past 3 AM when they found their way to bed; Mason did not even notice where Carlos and Stuart were going to bed down.
The following day was much quieter than the first day after their arrival; the Deputy Minister had business, and although he conducted it at home that day with a parade of important-looking visitors coming and going, the effect was low-key and calm and restful for Mason. He and Mario spent time by the pool and waited for Stuart and Carlos to show up. After an hour, when Mason thought it was very impolite of those two to not have shown their faces as yet, Mario's mother mentioned how energetic Stuart and Carlos were in being taken on a motorcycle tour of the city by her older son Alfonso. Mason just laughed. She informed Mario that the coming evening was very important, as it was the Christmas holiday concert of the national symphony, and of course her husband and the entire family were expected to attend.
The event was black tie, and she had already made arrangements for dressing her guests. By 9 PM, when Mason had stopped grumbling about everything in this beautiful country starting hours late, they had consumed a fair amount of caviar, champagne, and hors d'oeuvres, and were seated in a second balcony box. Carlos could not stop staring at the audience; he never said a word but was obviously impressed.
Mason had not had an opportunity to speak privately with Stuart about any aspect of the trip so far; he especially wanted to ask about Carlos and how the two of them were getting along. He was afraid Stuart would read it as an attempt to pry into the sex-life of his nephew, so he decided to avoid the topic. In two more days they would be celebrating Christmas, and then the day after that they would be on a helicopter to the beach in Uruguay, and then on a flight back north. He decided to wait and see what developed between Stuart and Carlos.
The day after the symphony they planned spending with Carlos' grandfather. Sr. Rivera was a wonderful and cagey and engaging and gregarious man, completely the opposite of his grandson, and although impressed by the estate of the Deputy Minister, he was perfectly comfortable in engaging Mario Senior in conversation on any topic. Half-way through the day Carlos was thrilled to see his parents running up the steps from the driveway; the Deputy Minister had arranged to retrieve them from the airport. The entire entourage went to midnight mass together, and the candle-light service reminded Mason of many such events from his childhood. All three of Carlos' family stayed the night at the estate and the next two days they enjoyed the Christmas season with their son and grandson.
By the time Mason was settled into his first-class seat jetting north, he was truly ready for the opportunity to just relax and catch a very long nap. After enjoying an amazing time with Mario's family, it could truly be called a chance of a lifetime; he was reminiscing over all of the events as Mario tucked a blanket around his lover's legs. Mason dozed for a couple of hours over the Andes Mountains and far into the night flying toward the unruly north country. Mason dreamt during part of the flight about the trip and Mario and the events and the crazy life he was suddenly thrust into; he was disturbed by parts of his dream. One part that bothered him was the midnight mass, or at least as it became twisted in his dream. Although the event was great fun for him because of Mario's family and their graciousness, and the feast after the church service that lasted until dawn, Mason was reminded at the time of his own youth spent in the Episcopal church back home.
The Mormon pioneer country he was raised in was not inhospitable towards other faiths; it was simply blind to them. Mason grew up without sharing any religious experience with his school friends, the majority of whom were from pioneer Mormon stock; when he left for the east coast, he also left behind the spiritual side of his life. Over the years he had attended very infrequent religious events, usually at the invitation of others. He was wondering now as he and Mario were starting a new life together, if spirituality should be included in their lives. He would try to remember to ask Mario about the topic when they were back home in Malibu. Mario had never expressed any religious sentiments to Mason, and so Mason felt like the topic needed to be opened between them.
Mason noted that Carlos and Stuart were both sleeping soundly; the plane was just crossing over the northern edge of the South American continent and the morning Sun was not yet visible, just a bright golden band on the curving horizon out of the starboard window. His nephew was seated in the aisle seat, and Carlos was asleep on Stuart's shoulder, with a blanket thrown over both of them. Mason smiled; he wondered what seeds had been sowed between these two, if any. They were certainly cordial during all of the events at Mario's parents' home in Buenos Aires, and although Carlos and Stuart had tried to keep a low profile, it was very noticeable that they were practically inseparable.
"Time will tell" Mason thought to himself.
"What darling?" Mario asked.
"Oh I'm sorry, did I say something?"
"Yes it sounded like you said `time will tell' or something like that" Mario told him. "What's on your mind?"
Mason turned to his husband. "You know love, I have a million things on my mind, and we can discuss it all when we get home and have a day or two to rest up, but for now, just know that I love you and have never had such a great time at the holidays. Thank you so much for bringing me to your family and into your life." Mason kissed Mario and they both smiled.
The golden light of morning was invading the first-class cabin as they were crossing the Gulf of Mexico headed toward Los Angeles; Stuart and Carlos did not wake up until the landing announcement. It was noon when they were finally home in Malibu. Everyone exhibited laziness for the rest of the day as they lay about the pool and snacked and drank; Stuart finally drove home just after dark, and Ross and Joaquin were happy to have everyone home, begging them for a full report.
A few days later, Mason was contemplating a New Year's Eve party, and Mario suggested they just have a few friends over for a quiet evening. The party ended up including Mason, Mario, Stuart, Carlos, Joaquin and Ross, Tad and Mike and all of the surfers, Yoshio Sato, Jerry Ride, along with all of their wait staff, and the gay partner from Mario's law firm, Tommy Baylor, and six neighbor boys. It was a very sexy night: there was plenty of champagne, wine, beer, and finger food.
By midnight, when everyone had taken turns greeting the New Year with a kiss for everyone at the party, the action began. Mario's boss initiated the change in tempo, with a very long kiss with Stuart, and a pretty obvious fondling of Stuart's crotch. Carlos was staring at the two of them and cut in and made sure he was Stuart's second kiss; he grabbed Stuart's hand and placed it directly on his own crotch.
Within seconds the electricity zipped around the room and the kissing turned into fondling and groping and unzipping and stripping; within minutes there was a room full of horny men sucking 28 hard cocks. By dawn, Mason had been in his lover's ass, his nephew's ass, and had his own ass invaded by Carlos, Mario, Mike, and a couple of surfers, and two neighbor boys: Jeremy and Vince. Tad, and Mario's boss Tommy, had both been truly fucked by Mike, Mario, Carlos, Yoshio and Jerry.
Carlos seemed to be the center of attention in the room as almost everyone except Ross and Joaquin were lining up to get fucked by the handsome Venezuelan college student. Stuart was first to jump on Carlos' hard cock, followed by Tad. The entire wait staff took turns sitting on Carlos' beautiful cock, and the surfers were the next in line. Mason noticed that Carlos did not get fucked by anyone, although he was severely rimmed by several, especially Stuart and Mike.
Everyone stayed and slept at Mason and Mario's home, and the next day the party was continued around the pool as a bunch of lazy fuckers consumed Bloody Mary's and Mimosas, and as much scrambled eggs and bacon as Mason could rustle up for them. It was almost dark when the house was empty.
Collapsing into bed that first night of the New Year, Mason kissed Mario and said "I truly truly love you. God bless us both and keep us in this warm and wonderful envelope of love for the New Year."
Mario said "Love, you still have something on your mind, don't you? Let's talk tomorrow."
Mason smiled and fell asleep almost instantly. This was going to be a very good year.