I put my arm around his waist, and we trudged up to the second floor, Walter leaning on me and on the stair rail. Then I went back down for our food and drinks. When I returned to him, he had managed to take his clothes off, along with the ankle brace. He was lying naked on one side of the bed, and I was happy and horny all at the same time.
I carried the drinks over to the bedside table. “I see you’ve gotten comfortable.”
“Only one thing that would make this better.” He smiled and spread his legs. His dick was stiff and leaking precum. “You.”
Just looking at him there swelled my heart—and my dick. More than anything I wanted to feel Walter inside me. I stripped in record time, stumbling as I tried to step out of my pants, and Walter laughed. I stood beside him and ripped open a condom packet and the little green circle popped out. “Green?” Walter asked.
“I have other colors, if you prefer?”
“No, green works. You can pretend I’m a Martian.”
“There’s no way I could consider you a little green man,” I said. “You’d be a big green man.” I pinched the reservoir at the end of the condom shut and rolled it down over Walter’s dick. I squirted some lube in my palm and massaged it onto Walter’s dick.
“Oh,” he groaned. “Come here, handsome.”
“All in good time.” I picked up his right hand and squirted some lube into it. Then I turned around and presented my ass to him, opening the cheeks with my hands.
“You are so sexy,” Walter said.
I felt his index finger dart around my asshole. “Now who’s wasting time?” I asked.
He jabbed his finger up my ass, and I jerked forward. He squirmed his finger around inside me, getting me all lubed up. When he finally pulled out, I turned and climbed onto the bed on top of him, facing him. Then I gradually lowered my ass over his slicked cock. My thigh muscles strained with the effort, and my asshole felt like a rubber band pulled to its extreme, but it was worth the pain to be able to see his eyes, which were glazed with lust. I felt the same way.
“Oh yeah, Manny,” he said. “Oh, baby.”
The pain in my ass eased as I got accustomed to having Walter’s dick inside me. I began moving up and down on his shaft. He used his hips to fuck me too, and we worked out a rhythm. Then he squirted some more lube in his hand and reached forward to jerk me off as he fucked my ass. Up and down, in and out. My thighs were on fire, but I felt so full, so complete, with Walter’s dick up my ass I couldn’t conceive of stopping.
I began whimpering as my orgasm built. Walter pushed harder up my ass, jerked me more roughly, pinched one nipple with his free hand, and then he shot off inside me, and I spurted onto his chest. Both of us were panting for breath as I pulled off his dick. My ass felt slippery and empty as I slumped down beside him.
Walter reached over for his mojito glass and drained it. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and said, “Just what Jimmy Buffett ordered.”
“I don’t remember the ass-fucking lyrics,” I said. “You’ll have to sing those to me sometime.” I reached over for my mojito and sat up and drank. It was so damned good.
We finished the mojitos, the chips and dip, and the tiny hot dogs, and we were still ravenous. I cleaned us off, then went foraging in the kitchen. We demolished a box of chocolate chip cookies and a half-gallon of mint chip ice cream before we fell asleep.
I didn’t love getting up extra-early, but if I had to, it was nice to do it with Walter. We worked well together, moving through everything we had to do, and I delivered him to the site Friday morning. Once the guys were assembled, Walter announced we wouldn’t be having a lunch meeting. “I have an appointment with the bankers. I should have some good news for you all soon.”
Rumors flew around on-site. For the first time since Camilo had begun letting people know that I was gay, guys wanted to talk to me to see what I knew. It wasn’t much, though, just that Walter was trying to work out a deal for continued financing. Sal Remedios arrived as I was returning from warehouse one and by the time I got into the trailer they were locked in Walter’s office.
I tamped down a feeling of jealousy. Sal and Walter had fooled around as teenagers, but I was the one Walter wanted to be with as an adult. I was disappointed when Walter left his office leaning on Sal for support. “We’ll be back later, Estefani,” he said.
It was the first time Walter had left the property without me taking care of him. But he was getting better, and soon he’d be able to get around on his own. I was scared that the intimacy we’d built would dissipate when he didn’t need me, but I tried to focus on all the good things—the way he looked at me, the way we meshed together sexually, the genuine respect I had for him.
I was standing at Estefani’s desk gossiping with her about Jorge, the painting super, who was having some problems with his wife’s spending habits, when Walter and Sal got back from lunch. Both of them were tipsy, and Walter stumbled coming into the trailer. I didn’t rush to help him, though.
At three o’clock, Walter declared we were going to shut the site down as soon as the last trades left. I went outside to spread the word. “Good news?” Adrian asked me.
I shrugged. “All I know is we’re closing early.”
Walter walked out of his office at three thirty, furiously texting on his phone, and I had to shove him gently to get him to focus on the wooden steps down to the parking lot. He kept texting the whole way back to his townhouse.
I was frustrated and irritated. I wanted to know what Walter had figured out at lunch, but when we got to the townhouse, he said, “I need a nap,” and he sprawled on the living room couch and conked out.
I went up to the bedroom and read for a while—couldn’t even watch TV because Walter was in front of the set. He woke up around seven. When I tried to ask him about his meeting, he said, “I don’t want to talk about it right now.”
We ordered a pizza, which we ate together at the kitchen table. At nine, I helped him upstairs to bed, and he went to sleep again. It was Friday night, and if I were back on the Beach my roommates would be bugging me to go out, and I’d be complaining that all I wanted to do was sleep. Instead I was stuck at Walter’s with too much energy.
I poked around in the books on his bookcase, I flipped through a dozen dumb programs on TV, and I even snooped around in his drawers, looking for porn. I gave up around eleven and slipped into bed next to him. He didn’t even stir.
When I woke Saturday morning, the bed next to me was empty and Walter’s ankle brace was on the bureau. I sat up and looked around. Where was Walter? Then I sniffed the air and smelled coffee.
I made a pit stop in the bathroom, then pulled on a pair of shorts and walked downstairs. Walter was sitting at the kitchen table with the newspaper and a mug of café con leche. “How’d you get down here?” I asked.
“I managed. The ankle doesn’t hurt so much. I’m not going to wear that brace anymore.” He nodded toward the coffeemaker. “There’s coffee if you want.”
“I do.” I poured a cup for myself, mixed in a generous amount of milk and a bit of sugar, then sat down across from him. “When are you going to tell me about what happened at lunch yesterday?”
He put the paper down and picked up his mug. He held it cradled in his hands as he said, “Sal thinks he can arrange the financing so that I won’t need the income from warehouse one to finance the rest of the project.”
“That’s great!” I leaned over to kiss his grizzled cheek. I liked the way his skin felt when he hadn’t shaved. I wondered if I could get him to skip shaving more often.
When I sat back, I saw he wasn’t smiling. “What’s wrong? I thought that’s what you wanted.”
“Nobody gives you anything without expecting something in return,” he said. “Remember that, Manny.”
Immediately I remembered the sexual history between Walter and Sal. “He doesn’t want you to…”
Walter looked at my face and must have read my thoughts, because he burst into laughter. “No, he doesn’t want sexual favors. He had me sign some papers swearing that I hadn’t felt discriminated against because of being Latino. I thought it was stupid at the time, but then as we were drinking I started wondering what was going on. I’m afraid he has some ulterior motive I don’t know about yet.”
“But if you get the financing, then what does it matter?”
He looked up at me. “I haven’t always done the honorable thing. But I’ve tried. I don’t like the idea of someone twisting my words around, or making me part of something I don’t agree with.”
“Don’t blow this out of proportion. Can’t you just be happy about the financing?”
“You’re right. If there is bad news coming, I can’t do anything about it now. We should celebrate. I know; I’ll make you dinner.”
“You don’t have to do that. We can go out somewhere.”
“No, I want to do this for you because you’ve done so much for me. But you’ll have to do the shopping—I don’t think I could manage that.”
“Not even if I put you in one of those electric carts?” I asked mischievously.
“Not until I’m ninety. I’ll make you a list.”
I left the house around noon and drove to the Sedano’s where Del worked. I was curious see if things were better between her and Hernan, and I didn’t want to wait until Sunday dinner to find out.
She wasn’t at a register, but when I went into the café, she was sitting there sipping an iced coffee. “Manny!” she said, jumping up to kiss me.
I slid into the chair across from hers and she sat back down. “How are things with Hernan?” I asked.
“He got that promotion he was hoping for.”
“That’s terrific. More money?”
She nodded. “So we have this choice. We could buy a house…or I could go back to school.”
“You want to do that? For what?”
“Maybe I’m jealous, seeing you graduate from FU and Beatriz going off to Miami-Dade in the fall. Or maybe I’ve been mad that I got married so young and didn’t give myself a chance.”
“You’re as smart as Beatriz and I. You could do well in school.”
“I don’t know. But I’ve been looking at that program Beatriz is going into—the one for medical records management. I might take that. I could do it part-time, and keep some shifts here.”
“That’s great. And then you’ll be able to get a better job, and that’ll make it easier for you guys to get a house.”
“That’s what I’m thinking.” She sighed. “I’ve been cranky for a while because all I do here is scan items and punch keys. With Fabi, I feel like my brain is turning to mush and filling with baby talk.”
I laughed. “If I can help out, let me know. I liked babysitting.”
“That’s sweet.” She looked up at the clock. “I’ve gotta get back to work. See you tomorrow at dinner.”
I stood up and we kissed again, and I pulled out Walter’s list and filled my grocery cart. I checked out with Del so she could give me her employee discount.
I was expecting Walter to cook me something Cuban, but instead he made veal parmigiana with garlic bread and red wine. I had to help him with a couple of the steps, but it was all his technique.
“This is delicious,” I said after I tasted the veal. “Better than a restaurant!”
“And more private too.” He fanned himself. “I don’t know about you, but I’m getting hot.”
“Want me to turn down the air-conditioning?”
“You could. Or we could just take off our shirts.”
“I like that idea,” I said. Walter unbuttoned his baggy, short-sleeved linen shirt and shrugged it off his shoulders. A few droplets of sweat glistened in the hollow of his neck.
I pulled my Three Lambs T-shirt over my head and smiled at him.
“Now I have great food and a great view,” Walter said.
“What? I’m not good to look at unless I take my shirt off?”
“
Usted es un coqueto fatal
,” he said.
I pretended indignation. “A flirt? Me?”
We teased each other for a while, and my dick swelled and pressed against my pants. When I got up to clear the table, I said, “You’re right; it is pretty hot in here. You don’t mind if I get more comfortable, do you?”
I unbuttoned my jeans and slipped them off my hips. I was already barefoot, so I was left in a pair of purple-and-green-striped boxer briefs.
“Only if you come here before you do anything else.” He spread his legs and motioned me to sit on his left thigh—the good leg. I settled carefully and put my arm around his neck.
“Tell Papá Noel if you have been a good boy,” he said.
I exaggerated a frown. “No, Papá Noel, I have been very naughty.” I tweaked his nipple and said, “And I intend to get much naughtier later.”
He kissed me and slid his left hand beneath the waistband of my briefs, tickling the uppermost part of my ass crack. With his right hand, he stroked the pouch, using his index finger to trace its way up the length of my dick.
I thought I might melt right there. Then he pulled his left hand out and used it to smack my butt. “Time to clear the table,” he said.
My mouth fell open, but I stood up and began to gather the dishes. I made sure to bend over in front of him, wagging my bubble butt in his face.
“Dessert?” I asked when the table was clear.
“You know what I want.” He motioned me over to him and pulled my dick out of my briefs. It was rock hard and oozing precum, and he bent down and took me in his mouth. He sucked me and reached around to stick a finger up my butt, and my heart zoomed. My orgasm began at my toes and rose through me with electricity. I whimpered and Walter grasped my ass harder, and I exploded.
He swallowed as much as he could, then wiped his mouth with a napkin. “
Delicioso
,” he said. “And now, how about some coffee to wash that down?”
I stuffed my softening dick back into my briefs and began brewing the coffee. “I could use some help here, Manuelito,” Walter said. He had his pants unbuttoned, and he was struggling to stand up without putting pressure on his right leg.
I helped him up, and his pants fell to the ground. He sat back down and kicked them off, and I bent over, again flaunting my ass. I picked up his pants and folded them neatly, then lay them over an unused chair. I poured the coffee for both of us and sat across from Walter.