Tex Mex Chapter 11
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Chapter Eleven
I was up early as usual, sitting on the back porch with my mug of hot coffee waiting for the sun. The gray light of pre-dawn soothed my soul. The sound of the door opening kinda startled me but I just figured Luis had missed me and came out to join me. Not looking over, I said "Buenos dias, amado". Randy made the gameshow buzzer sound and said "Try again".
"Hey, buddy. What are you doing up so early?" I asked him.
"Well, with everthing we had going on this weekend I kinda forgot to give you my answer" he said, "I think you can guess it anyway, but I really do want you to adopt me."
"Yeah, I know" I said, "I just wanted you to be sure. It's not something to do lightly or just to spite that old bastard who married my sister."
"I know Jack, and believe me, I really did give it deep thought. The way you acted I thought maybe there was some twist I was missing or something, but I can honestly say I've never been as happy as I have the last month living here with you."
"Nuff said, buddy. When Andrew drags his lazy ass into his office, I'll tell him to file the paperwork" I said, and held out my hand for a handshake. He, of course, totally ignored that and wrapped me up in his hug.
"Hey! Hey! Hey now! Get your hands off my man, you hussy!" Luis said from the doorway, smiling.
"How long have you been there" I asked.
"Long enough, amante, long enough" he said.
To Randy I said "are you gonna call me daddy?"
He laughed and said, "No way, that sounds like something out of a bad gay porn video. How do you feel about pop?"
Now, I laughed and said "Sounds like you'd be putting me in a nursing home at any minute."
"What did you call your dad, Luis" Randy asked.
"Papi" he laughed, "once again, a bad gay porn video."
"How about just keep calling me Jackie or Jack, like you did a while ago?"
"Yeah, I guess. Or I could just call you dad, not porn video daddy, but just dad."
"Just see how it goes" I said.
He yawned and went back inside and started making us breakfast. Luis stayed with me, we sat together on the double glider and sipped coffee as the sun peeked through the trees. I was completely unaware that we had subconsciously locked fingers, our hands melded together in the middle of the glider. I looked down and saw our hands and laid my head on Luis' shoulder, letting out a satisfied sigh.
After breakfast I went out to the new office for its first official function. I called the Denton, Miller and Savage Law Firm and left a message for my buddy Andrew to return my call as soon as he gets in. I hadn't checked my accounts in six weeks or more, so I logged on to see what that looked like. From the summary page on my Vanguard account, my net worth appeared to be just shy of $50M, but that didn't include my separate stock portfolio. As I was contemplating that, a reminder popped up for last Thursday (Oops) saying DON'T FORGET WAYNE'S BIRTHDAY. Oh, shit! I knew I'd never hear the end of this one. Luis came in the office to check his schedule. He'd taken off a week to get moved but was ready to go back now. Even though he didn't have to do anything, he was not the type to sit home.
"Hey Lu, did you, by any chance, remember that last Thursday was Wayne's birthday?" I asked.
"Oh fuck!" he exclaimed.
"Hang on, I'm gonna call him on speaker" I said.
The phone rang about eight times before a very loud "WHAT!?!"
"Good morning to you too!" I said in my most cheerful voice.
"Oh, hey" he said
"So, Wayne. With all we had going on over here, we kind of forgot your birthday. We just wanted to call and say we're sorry but we'll make it up to you" I said.
"Oh hell, man. Don't sweat it. I was pretty busy on my birthday actually" he said.
"Oh yeah?"
"Do you remember Darby Jacobs?" he asked. I racked my brain trying to remember, "from middle school?" I asked.
"Yeah" he said.
"He was the one we called Weeble Wobble, right?" I said remembering.
"That's him" he said. "I ran into him last Tuesday over at Walmart, and we ended up doing some very intense things for about three days."
"Let me get this straight...for your birthday, you had pity sex with Weeble Wobble?"
"Oh, noooo buddy, it wadn't like that. There ain't but one thing still thick on Darby these days and it ain't his gut" he said. "I know it's hard to imagine, but Darby is built like a brick shithouse now. You and Luis can't hold a candle to him. My ass is destroyed."
"Hey Wayne" Luis said.
"Oh, speaker phone again. Hey Luis. Still I stand by what I said. I wish I'd took a picture for you" he said happily.
"You got my curiosity peaked now, are we talking chode?" I asked, laughing.
"Oh, hell naw" he said, "that bitch looks like a mutant third baby leg sticking out there."
"I can't imagine it; I remember in the locker room it always looked like a trio of robin's eggs in a big black nest" I laughed.
"Puberty was very, very kind to that boy I'm telling you" he said.
"Well, I'm glad you didn't spend your birthday alone" I said. BEEP "I have an incoming call, I'll call you back later, Wayne. Happy late birthday!"
"Okay dude, bye."
I clicked the phone and said "Hello"
"Hey Jackie, this is Andrew. I just got your message to call, what's up?"
"Go ahead and file the paperwork on the adoption for me, Andrew" I said, "we had a talk this morning and he is 100% sure it's what he wants."
"Good deal! I already drew the papers up; I'll just get Ann to take them over to the Judge this morning. I'll get back to you as soon as I hear back from the court."
"Thanks Andrew, have a good day."
"Let's take `em to Cancun" Luis said.
"Who?" I asked, looking confused, too much on my mind today.
"Wayne and Darby" he said.
"Oh...maybe...hold on" I said, clicking the intercom, "Randy, can you hear me? The panel is next to the alarm panel." A minute later he answered "Yes"
"Do you have a passport?" I asked.
"Uhhhh...I think so...we went on a cheap carnival cruise a couple of years ago. It's probably in Deena's safe deposit box though" he said.
"Ok, buddy" I said.
"Why, what's going on?" he said.
"Don't worry about it" I said, trying not to laugh.
"No, seriously, are we going somewhere?" he asked excitedly.
"I'll let you know if we are" I said.
"Luis, does Felipe have one?"
"Of course, he does, we have about a hundred cousins south of the border" he said.
I called Deena and as much as I really didn't want to deal with her, I got her to agree to meet me at the bank so I could get Randy's passport. She sounded irritated that I called, but agreed anyway. Once we got the passport, we had to go get new pictures made since his passport was from three years ago. The 12-year-old Randy didn't look much like the present, almost 16-year-old, Randy. When we got back home, I called Amber Wade, another old friend, who is my default travel agent.
"Amber, I'm looking for something for a week in Cancun, preferably on the beach, preferably penthouse, 3 king bedrooms, 3 baths."
"I'll call you back in about 15 minutes" she said.
Luis looked at me, like he just figured out something. "I'm going to have to hire a chief gasfitter."
"Oh, I'm sorry, if you'd rather stay here and work..." I said sarcastically.
"I'm on it" he said quickly, rolling his eyes and calling his employment agency.
Amber called back, "Good news, you'll be leaving Friday night at 7pm, six first class seats to Cancun. You'll be staying in the Penthouse at Villa del Palmar, and your rental car will be at the resort, just pick up the keys from the front desk."
"I hope you got something big enough" I said.
"Jackie, you know how anal and detail oriented I am, you said six men, I got you an Escalade" Amber said.
"You're the best in the business, Amber, thanks a lot!" I said.
"Two problems: one is whether Felipe can get time off that quick from his job, two is whether Darby can" I said.
"Lipe doesn't matter, if they give him a problem, he can quit and I'll find him something at one of my companies" Luis said.
"I didn't ask Wayne what Darby does for a living; I wonder if this is going to turn out to be a bust" I said.
I called Wayne back and said, "Hey, I meant to ask you earlier, what does Darby do these days?"
"He's a history professor at UNT, but he is on sabbatical right now trying to write a book" he said.
"Perfect" I told him, "don't ask questions, just pack for a week, hot weather clothes, swimwear and tell Darby to do the same" I said.
"Why?" he said.
"I just told you don't ask questions."
I just caught Luis saying "bye" on his call.
"Lipe is more than ready" he said, "I just hope he don't pull his wanger off thinking about a week with Randy." He laughed.
Friday night, around 10pm we were pulling into the Villas del Palmar in the airport shuttle. Me and Luis were tired, Wayne and Darby were excited, but Randy and Lipe were getting damn near pornographic.
"Y'all got to straighten up before we go in there" I said.
"Yes, sir" came the replies.
I walked up to the front desk and got the suite keys and the keys for the rental car. When we got in the elevator, Randy said "What floor?" I reached in front of him and pushed the `P'. His mouth dropped open. "For real?" he said. I didn't answer but watched as the floor counter counted up until the doors opened onto our private foyer. A split second later, the second elevator opened with our luggage, escorted by a cute Mexican bellboy. I swiped the key and opened the door and was greeted by a huge living area with a wall of windows facing the ocean. The bellboy got our luggage situated in the bedrooms and we tipped him $20. By the time the door closed, Randy and Lipe were coming out of shoes and clothes, we shooed them into their bedroom. There was a bottle of iced champagne on the kitchen counter Luis grabbed the bucket and I picked up 4 glasses and we went out to the patio living room on the balcony. Luis popped the cork and poured us each a glass of bubbly and I toasted, "To Wayne: Happy Birthday to the best friend a man could have!" Wayne made his salute, "To Jackson and Luis, my most successful matchmaking project!"
The balcony ran around the corner of the building and as we got quiet, we could hear "Oh fuck Lipe...I'm cumming! Oh God!" We all busted out into laughter. We decided to turn in for the night, I noticed when we got up Darby had a huge bulge, he had to be at least half hard.
"Have a good night guys" I said. Wayne's eyes made rapid motions toward Darby's crotch, then he winked at me as they walked in.
When I turned around, Luis was bent over the balcony railing with his legs apart and his shorts around his ankles. I walked up behind him and pulled the front of my shorts down and laid my suddenly iron-hard cock into his crevice and started humping him. He was jerking himself and I pumped in time with him as near as I could. When he was getting close, he moved his legs together and tightened his cheeks around my cock. He started shooting ropes of cum out into the gulf breeze and when I saw that I bared down and started firing shots up into his back fur. We crept into our bedroom suite through the balcony door and fell asleep to the sound of the ocean. I think we all slept like logs that night.
Lambodara 9/13/20
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