It had been a few days since the incident with Ricky. He came to work like always but avoided making eye contact. Finally I made a decision. I called him in my office and sat him down.
"Im afraid Im gonna have to let you go".
His bottom lip quivered and tears rolled down his cheeks. He really was a tender hearted boy.
"Its not what you think. Im letting you go because I cant be your boss...and your boyfreind!"
He looked up at me and smiled.
"Ju mean you want me still?"
I leaned down and kissed him on his soft lips.
"You bet I do!"
He stood and looked into my eyes.
"My mother has invited you over for dinner." I smiled.
"Lets go".
Ricky lived in a modest ranch style home. The only difference was it was painted salmon pink with blue shutters.
"In Havana, all the homes look this way" he explained.
His mother and father had immegrated to America when he was 7 and his sister Isabella hadnt been born yet. He opened the front door and immediately my nose was filled with cooking and spices. He smiled.
"Mama! We are here!" he called out.
Ricky's mother was beautiful. Tall with long black hair pulled back and up in a bun. Her dark eyes sparkled as she looked me over and smiled.
"Welcome to our home! I am Maria, Enriques mother". I smiled.
"Yes mam, I know." she chuckled.
"So polite! That is good! I hope you like Ropa Vieja?" I looked over at Ricky.
"Shredded beef and rice" he muttered. I nodded.
I didnt get to meet Isabella as she was at a freinds but she and I became good freinds. She called me "Tio Stephen". We chatted durning dinner and I told Ricky's mother about me. She smirked and her eyes sparkled.
"You have a boyfreind?" Ricky frowned at her.
"What? I am curious! I want to know who is this man my boy brings home." I smiled.
"No mam but I had hoped that your son wanted the position!"
Poor Ricky had taken a drink when I said that and I had to pat him on the back. We both looked at his mother. She was grinning from ear to ear.
"What? You think we dont have gay men in Havana?" she asked looking at her son. He stared, his mouth open slightly.
"How did you.." he was cut off by his mother holding up her hand.
"A mother knows! It is ok. Hes a nice man!" she exclaimed reaching across the table and holding my hand.
I think even if Ricky and I were just freinds, I would have loved his mother anyway. After dinner we helped with the dishes and Ricky asked to talk with his mother alone. I sat on the couch and waited. A few minutes later he came back grinning.
"I asked mother if I could spend the night with you and she said it was ok." I smiled.
"Are you sure you want to?" he nodded.
"I will go get my stuff."
To be continued...
Hope you guys enjoyed part 2. Its all building up to part 3 which I promise will be hot! I try and write stories about heavyset guys finding handsome younger guys. Thats what I hope to find is the love of a younger man. If u like part 2 leave me a message and as always, be sure to donate to Nifty!