Our Doctor

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We had just one week to settle everything before boarding a plane to Spain! On top of that we were going to be away for a whole month, as Jaime didn't know exactly how much time all the official papers would take. He had already contacted his embassy and most of the paperwork was on its way already, but nonetheless, he didn't want to take any risk and miss his flight for a stupid paper.

Peter had to cancel quite some appointments and finding another person to cover him in others. I had to warn my boss that I was going to be away, but as I just hoped it would be, he didn't have any problem with it as we were entering the low season. Doc had his colleague who would take care of Doc' patients and Jaime had already settled it with his associates who knew he had to renew his passport.

Peter and I had to go shopping for suitable clothes for Spain's climate. We also wanted to have a nice outfit for the wedding ceremony. The week flew by at an incredible speed and before we even realized it, we were at the airport and boarding our plane to Madrid. Doc had done things well. We were in first class! I had never flown in first class and neither had Peter nor Jaime. We were at awe when seated and having so much space just for us. The flight attendant was really professional but we noticed a few glances that didn't leave anything to the imagination. He had special attentions towards us and we could really appreciate the fact he was doing everything he could to please us. Customer's satisfaction at its very best! The flight was uneventful and with everything we had had to do in the previous week, we were a bit tired and we dozed off most of the time.

We landed in Madrid and Jaime had arrange a rent-a-car for us as he wanted to show us quite some nice places and make this trip as enjoyable as possible. He had said we didn't have to worry for hotels or anything as he had enough family and friends where we would be able to stay. Doc, Peter and I were a little surprised that the rented car was a BMW 530i. I wondered how he could afford it being officially just a waiter. Jaime saw our quizzical looks and explained to us that he was actually quite wealthy and that the job he did at the restaurant was not out of obligation, but rather because he just didn't want to stay home doing nothing.

Before long we left Madrid and were on our way to God knows where. Jaime was at the steering wheel and knew the road better than the contents in his pocket. The weather was beautiful and we enjoyed the scenery while Jaime explained what we saw and where we were. We were heading south, that was the only thing I knew. Jaime was apparently an expert driver and he even went over the speed limit a few times. Each time he did, Doc put his hand on his thigh and squeezed it and Jaime lifted his foot from the accelerator. We heard Doc say a few times that we were not in a hurry and that he didn't want to be a widow before the wedding.

We arrived in a village a little north from Seville. Jaime took a small road that you wouldn't have seen if you didn't know where you were. We arrived at a fenced property and Jaime took out his Spanish mobile phone and punched a number on the screen. The immense iron gate opened immediately. He drove in and as I looked back I saw the gate closed automatically. We soon reached a magnificent and typical Spanish house surrounded by trees and plants I had never seen before. As the windows of the car were open, we could smell a very nice fragrance that I guessed were from all the plants and flowers. He stopped the car in front of the main entrance and got out. The door of the house opened and ageless woman came out and hugged him. We had no doubt it was his mother. A gentleman who had really Spanish features and whose personal pride was more than evident closely followed her. Jaime introduced us to both of them as being his parents. He first presented Peter and me and kept Doc as last. He introduced him in Spanish, of course, and said to his parents that Doc was the love of his life and that he was the man he was going to marry. Jaime's mother took Doc in her arms and hugged him affectionately. Jaime's father was a little more reserved in his actions but had a wide smile on his face and wished us all welcome to his house.

Both his parents were apologizing for their poor English and poor Jaime had more work translating everything than actually have a conversation with his parents. We all went in and were ushered to the terrace in the back yard, next to the swimming pool. Jaime apologized because he was going to speak Spanish to his parents to bring them up-to-date of everything. So the three of them were soon in a very animated conversation, and if you hadn't known them you would have thought they were arguing. That was not the case. It was just their way of talking. While they were talking a woman came out with refreshments. She was more than welcome as we were all quite warm and not used to the climate.

It was funny because Jaime turned to us a few times, still apologizing for not translating everything. My knowledge of the Spanish was limited, but I could understand the general meaning of their conversation. It seemed to be that Jaime's parents had been quite busy since he told them that we were coming over and the purpose of his trip. His mother had organized already most of the wedding although Jaime had said he wanted something really intimate. She insisted it was going to be intimate, as she had reduced the guest list to a little over a hundred people. I was amused to see Jaime's face and to see the difference of the meaning of "intimate" between mother and son. But after about half an hour, Jaime's father said that they could talk more a bit later, that they shouldn't leave their guests on their own.

Then Dolores, Jaime's mother, turned to me and said half in English half in Spanish:

• I am sorry for your loss! But I am happy you found love again.

I was stunned, as I hadn't told Jaime my story and I doubted Doc would have. As I looked over at Doc, his expression was as surprised as mine. I looked over at Jaime and he wondered what his mother was talking about.

I asked her how she knew and it was Pedro, Jaime's father, who answered.

• You have to know my wife is a medium. She feels things and sees people we don't see. She has a connection with the hereafter and talks with spirits.

Dolores came over to me and took my hands in her and looked intensely in my eyes. Then she went back to her seat and closed her eyes for a few moments. She didn't open her eyes when she started to talk:

• Jeremy is very happy for you. He apologizes for leaving without saying goodbye. He is sorry that you were so miserable, but he had to go, he had no choice.

I was flabbergasted but very happy at the same time. She had a connection with Jeremy and I wondered if I would be able to talk to him through her.

• Yes, Dolores said, you can talk to him through me. I mean that you talk to him in silence and I will tell him his answers. But I can already tell you he is happy where he is. He is watching over you and Peter. He asks me to tell you that you are both made for each other and as long as you love each other like you loved him, you will have a happy life.

In my heart I asked Jeremy if he had spoken to me when I was at our secret spot with Peter and Doc and if he had left a note in the book signing just with a J.

• The answer is yes on both questions, Dolores said, but he won't tell you how the note came in the book. He says he has some powers now that he would never have had while he was alive. He says these powers will allow him to protect you and to watch over your relationship. He says you will be reunited with him, but not now. It will take many years before that happens. He says to all four of you to be happy and to be yourselves. He blows a kiss at all of us.

And then she opened her eyes as if she was waking up. Despite of that, she had a wonderful smile on her face and she looked truly happy. I had moist eyes and Peter took my hand showing me his concern and care.

Pedro stood up and said that this was calling for celebration and I wasn't sure if he meant the wedding of his son, or the connection with Jeremy. He went into the house and came back a few minutes later with a bottle of his finest Cava (= Spanish Champagne). The housekeeper, with a tray of snacks and Champagne flutes, followed him. From then on, the conversation was light and pleasant. I tried my best Spanish and Jaime's parents their best English and surprisingly enough we understood each other quite well.

Around ten Pedro and Dolores left us to ourselves. It was still quite warm and I was looking at the swimming pool, which looked really inviting. Jaime followed my look and said we could have a dive into the water before going to sleep. Joining the action to his word, he stood up and started to take off his clothes. He said skinny-dipping was almost a tradition in his family and as soon as he was in his birthday suit, he jumped into the water. We all followed really fast and the refreshing water was God-sent. We played in the water and swam some laps. Being all naked and very much in love with our partner, we didn't withhold to grab and kiss. When we came out of the water, we were sporting hard-ons. Jaime went into the house and came with bath towels. We dried off, but our hard-ons didn't go away.

Jaime lead us to our rooms and wished us goodnight as he dragged Doc into the room next to ours. Peter fell on the bed with his towel still around his waist. I urged him to take the towel away and we lay down on top of the sheets because it was still so hot. We cuddled to each other but were also exhausted from the journey. We drifted off to sleep in no time at all.

We woke up to the sound of someone knocking at the door and heard Jaime say that breakfast was in 15 minutes. There was no time for frolicking or even a quickie. We couldn't have our hosts waiting. Peter and I took a quick shower allowing ourselves just some kisses and a little playful grabbing, bit thought the better of it and were dressed in shorts and T-shirts to go down to the terrace. An incredible buffet was setup and there was so much food on display that it was hard to choose what to eat. Pedro was swimming some laps and invited us to join him. He pretended that a dive in the fresh water would open up our appetite. We all dove in and I had to admit that Pedro was right. After the swim I was famished and when I looked at what the others put on their plates, I was not the only one.

Dolores announced that the wedding ceremony would be only three days later. We were all stunned, except for Jaime who knew his mother all too well and knew she had been very busy since he announced his arrival and the purpose of the trip. Doc was his pragmatic self and let it all flow over him. Peter and I still wanted to get into town, as we had had no time to find a wedding present before we left. Jaime set the GPS up and said to just follow the instructions. The GPS would lead us to an underground parking and we would not have to find a parking place. From that underground parking we would be able to walk around old downtown Seville and enjoy the scenery and shopping if we wanted. He had no idea we went for his wedding present. Dolores however sensed our purpose and took me apart, giving me some ideas and the way to get to the appropriate shops.

Peter took the wheel and as soon as the engine roared to life, the GPS gave its first instruction. I was surprised at the accuracy of that tool, as I had never used one before. The countryside was splendid and driving into town allowed us to see magnificent buildings and monuments. We walked in the narrow streets of downtown Seville and even that was a special experience. That city had a really magical effect on probably more people and us. We stopped at a hundred places, discovering Spanish folklore and beautiful shops. At one point we reached the "Barrio de Santa Cruz" which is probably the oldest part of downtown with very narrow streets and so much flowers that their fragrance made my head spin. We sat at terraces enjoying a nice local wine and served with "tapas" which are small portions of different plates. At a jeweler's shop we found pendants being two hearts on two chains. We asked if it could be inscribed and that was no problem at all but we would have to come back two hours later. The pendants were probably a little more expensive than what we wanted to spend, but it was for our best friends, so we said ok.

We found a place where there were carriages pulled by horses. We decided to make a tour of the city in one of those carriages and the tour guide was a pleasant young man, speaking perfect English and who was absolutely gorgeous. As he was sitting on the front bench we had also a nice view of his butt and Peter made silent comments by wiggling his eyebrows. That tour guide knew his job really well and told us a lot of things about his city that he undoubtedly loved. Apart of knowing his job to perfection, he had a permanent smile on his face, showing his perfect white teeth. He was naturally tanned and had wavy jet- black hair as well as very expressive eyes. We couldn't have found anything better. Neither Peter, nor I, would mind having him spicing up our sexual life even if it was very satisfactory. After a very extended tour, he left us where we started it. He gave us his card and said to call him if we wanted to discover the city more and saying that he winked at us. His card was very simple, mentioning his name, Antonio Garcia, his occupation, Touristic Guide and his Mobile phone number. Peter took the card and put it in his wallet.

We went back to the jeweler's shop to retrieve the pendants with chain. They were presented in a nice red box and then wrapped in a nice golden paper and a beautiful ribbon. Around five o'clock we retrieved the car from the underground parking and set the GPS to "Return to last address". We reached the house without any problem despite of the heavy traffic. Arriving at the house we had to call Jaime, as we didn't have the code to open the iron fence. As by magic the fence opened and we could drive in. We found our friends on the terrace, dripping wet, which indicated they had just been swimming. We got out of our clothes in no time and were in the refreshing water while Pedro was opening another of his Cava bottles. I knew I could get used to this lifestyle without a problem.

The day of the wedding ceremony was on us. We got up early, as we had to be in town hall at ten. It was just a formality as Doc and Jaime had foreseen to have a more personal ceremony at the house, surrounded by friends and family. For Doc, Peter and I were his only family. We didn't need any alarm clock. Trucks and vans arrived at the house and it all made me think of the birthday party we held for Jeremy. The terrace and the garden were soon transformed into a huge event's venue. In less than three hours it all seemed to come out of a fairytale. We all came back from town hall in our cars, except for Jaime and Doc who were doing it in a carriage and we were only half surprised to see that the driver was Antonio. What surprised us was the fact he was just clothed in white pants, white shoes and a red bow-tie. His magnificent chest was on display and he attracted almost more looks than the newly weds. As he stopped the carriage at the main door of the house and when he spotted us, he came over and hugged us. He radiated such a heat that I almost sprung a hard-on. I looked over at Peter and saw that he had the same problem. Jaime came over to us and presented us although it was not necessary and said Antonio was his friend from childhood.

I was a bit surprised when Jaime asked us if Antonio could shower and change in our room as all the other rooms were occupied with other guests. Peter and I were guests as well and could not refuse the request. Jaime told something in Spanish to Antonio, but the only thing I understood was that he could not take too much time as the private ceremony would start quite soon. Antonio's colleague had followed him with his car and was driving the carriage back to the stables. He took a bag out of his car that must contain an other suit for the ceremony and followed us to our room. Peter and I were already dressed for the ceremony and intended to leave him to have his shower, but Antonio started to talk and we felt it would not be polite to leave him while he was talking. He took off the few clothes he had on and we had a good look at his magnificent body. We had been right when we were in the carriage a few days before, to think he had a nice ass. Antonio was not ashamed at all as he walked naked towards the bathroom. I discovered there and then that my eyes were directly connected to my cock as it started to swell. I also discovered that Peter had a strong connection with me as I saw his bulge in his pants increasing in volume. But as I looked at him, I saw that his eyes were glued to Antonio's body and his tongue was rubbing his upper lip. I could read him as an open book and knew instinctively that he wanted to join Antonio in the shower as much as I did. Even if we had promised each other to have a monogamous relationship, we had agreed that if a really nice occasion would rise, and that we both wanted it, we wouldn't say no to a three-way. Antonio had sent out so many signals that we both suddenly stood up and shred our clothes. When we opened the door of the shower and Antonio saw us both naked as the day we were born, he had the brightest smile on his face and his cock swell to full mast before we closed the shower-door behind us.

There was no need of any formal invitation for Antonio to join us in the French-kiss Peter and I started. We pulled him in and he was more than eager to let his tongue slip in between ours. Six hands were roaming over three bodies and almost simultaneously reached three rock-hard cocks. None of us had the slightest idea of who was touching whom and it actually didn't matter. We were so engrossed in each other's pleasure and we were pretty well succeeding if our ragged breaths were any clear sign of it. The kissing was very sensual. Three tongues dueling for supremacy. Then Antonio and Peter kissed deeply and I could see the movements on their throats. Antonio turned his head towards me and his tongue dove deep into my throat. I felt Peter's hand on my chin and I turned to him. He put all his love and lust in his kissing me that it almost sent me over the edge. While we were kissing I sensed that Antonio was getting on his knees. I could feel his luscious lips wrap themselves around my cock-head. I lost control over my hips, which started to pump into his mouth. His tongue caressed every inch of my arousal, every vein in my cock was rubbed and his hands cupped my balls and played with them. I was purred like a kitten and pinched Peter's nipples while being serviced so good.

Peter got closer and Antonio grabbed both our cocks together and squeezed them tightly. As we were both pumping, our cocks slipped easily between Antonio's hands and we were rewarded by an extra stimulation as Antonio opened his mouth wide and engulfed both our cock-heads in the warm and moist cavern of his mouth. Peter and I had not stopped kissing all the while. We knew we loved each other and that what we were doing was just to spice up our very satisfactory sex-life. Peter broke our kiss and pulled his cock out of Antonio's mouth. As he moved behind me, I knew what was coming and welcomed it. Peter used a lot of soap to slick up the rubbing of our bodies. Antonio devoured me like a hungry animal and forced himself on my rod till his nose was buried in my pubes. It was just at that moment that I felt a pressure on my rosebud. Peter was ready and so was I. He first pushed slowly and with all the soap, his cock-head slipped easily passed my sphincter. With Peter there was never pain. I didn't know how he did it but I guessed that he just found the right angle to slip in. The deeper he slipped into my ass, the deeper my cock went into Antonio's throat. I was in absolute ecstasy with my lover holding me from behind, his arms wrapped around me chest and pinching my nipples real hard. That sent an electric shock to my penis, which seemed to grow even bigger. I stopped moving as Peter did all the work. His fucking motions made my cock fuck Antonio's mouth. The sensations were overwhelming and far too soon I started to feel the familiar tingling in my lower belly.

Antonio must have felt it, too. He let my cock flip out of his mouth and stood up. He put some soap in his hands and rubbed my cock. I thought he was going to jerk me off, but instead he turned around, soaped up his butt and pointed my cock to his private entrance. His hand squeezed my cock several times to make it even harder and then he shoved himself onto my rod. It was one powerful thrust he made with his hips and my cock was in him to the hilt in that one push. He stayed still for a moment to get used to the invasion he had created himself. He stood there as if waiting for my next move and as Peter had stopped his pimping motions, I was now in charge. I started pumping into Antonio and as Peter stood still, I fucked myself on his pole. Slowly at first, but soon I increased my speed and had that wonderful double sensation in my cock and in my ass. I was breathing heavily and had to hold on to Antonio as I felt my knees going weak. I wrapped my arms around his chest and just as Peter did with me, I played with his nipples. He yelled out and I didn't know if it was of surprise or out of pure pleasure. As I felt I was close to spurting my semen in Antonio's ass, and feeling the ragged breathing of Peter on my neck, I increased my speed even more while grabbing Antonio's dick. I tried to match my stroking of his cock to the movements of my hips. I don't know if I succeeded but I sure felt the throbbing in Antonio's cock. Peter nibbled at my earlobes and pinched my nipples real hard, knowing he would send me over the edge in no time doing that. My juice was boiling in my balls. I couldn't resist that marvelous feeling and let myself go, emptying my balls in Antonio's bowels. He could feel the spasms of my cock and Peter could feel the contractions of my ass- muscles on his manhood. That was the trigger for both of them as Antonio was painting the shower wall and Peter my insides. Our movements slowed down and came to a halt. We all three had to catch our breaths. The water was cascading down on us and as my cock deflated, it plopped out of Antonio's ass. I stayed still with my back to Peter's chest to keep that feeling of his rod in me, but he deflated as well.

We heard a knock on the bedroom door and Jaime telling us the ceremony was starting in ten minutes. Realizing at what time we came into the room and having only ten minutes left, I came to my senses and knew we had been in the shower for almost an hour. We quickly stepped out of the shower stall and dried ourselves and got dressed. We went down and straight towards the terrace where all the guests were waiting. I went immediately to stand next to Doc, as I was his witness. I saw that Jaime's witness was Antonio.

The ceremony was simple and very emotional. A few happy tears were seen on more than one cheek. When the Master of Ceremony said the magic words "I declare you know officially wed. You can kiss the groom" and Doc and Jaime kissed tenderly on the lips, there was a tremendous applause. Soon we all had a glass of Cava in our hands and mingling with the guests.

The following day, Peter and I had our flight back home. Doc and Jaime went on their honeymoon. We said our goodbyes at the airport and we gave Doc and Jaime their wedding present. They just loved it and both put the chain with pendant around the other's neck. We boarded our plane and they boarded theirs.

Today, five years later, Peter and I are organizing our own wedding ceremony. Doc and Jaime help us a lot. We have had the visit of Antonio more than once and for our wedding he comes over with Pedro and Dolores. There is no comparison to their wedding, as it has to be held inside, as it is winter. There are not a hundred people, but the important ones are here. Friends and family are all gathered together when Peter and I exchanged our vows. We can't ask for more. We are happy and very well surrounded. When the ceremony is over, Dolores takes me apart and tells me she has seen Jeremy the whole time, that he had a broad smile on his face and asked her to tell me Peter and I have his blessing. I hug her and thank her profusely. Doc, our best friend, comes over to Peter and me and gives me an envelope. Inside I find a single sheet of paper folded in two. I open it and recognize Jeremy's handwriting.

"Take care of each other and destiny will take care of you! J."

The End.