By our fourth week in Madrid, we had
pretty much mastered the public transportation system. We visited all the major museums and major
landmarks in the city. We also found a couple
of great gay dance clubs!
One evening, we went to the Chueca
neighborhood of Madrid, while the adults watched the little ones. Tyler drove to the dance club and managed to
find a place to park. We went inside
and were shown to our table. Tyler
looked around and said, “This is the first time we’ve been to a dance club
since we’ve been married.”
Greg grinned and said, “I’m glad we
convinced you guys to come out with us.
You need to get out on a date at least once a week guys!”
Joey said, “We hear you.” He put his arm around Tyler’s shoulders and
leaned in to give his husband a quick kiss on the lips.
The waiter approached our table and said,
“My name is Rodrigo. What can I get for
you guys?”
I looked the waiter over and liked what
I saw. He was well built, and his uniform
fit him very nicely. He had jet black
hair, dark brown eyes, a round button nose, and a thin, neatly trimmed black
mustache on his upper lip. He smiled at
me and said, “I’m glad you like me.”
I
smiled back. “You look good, mi amigo.”
He said, “You must be from the United
States.”
“Yes, we are,” I said.
“Your accent gives you away,” he
said. “How do you like Madrid?”
“It’s a great city,” Rick replied.
“I’m glad you came to visit us. We have a great club and there are many
beautiful people who come here to have fun,” Rodrigo said. “Your friends are married, no, but you are
not?”
“Yes, they are married. We have been together for almost three years
now,” I said.
Rodrigo’s smile faltered slightly. “Then, there is no chance for Rodrigo to persuade
you to be my boyfriend?”
“I’m sorry, but no,” I said.
“Okay, then, I will be your friend,
instead of your boyfriend,” he said. He
looked at Rick and continued, “You are very lucky, Señor, to have such a good
looking boyfriend.”
Rick put his arm possessively around my
shoulders, drawing me closer to him. “He
is just as lucky to have me as his boyfriend.”
“Yes, he is,” Rodrigo agreed, smiling at
us. “What will you have to drink?”
We placed our beverage orders and
Rodrigo left us. Joey shook his head in
disbelief. “Wow! I didn’t think a waiter would be quite so
bold as to hit on you before taking your order.”
“Well, there is a first time for
everything,” Greg said, laughing.
I placed my hand on Rick’s inner thigh
and began caressing him. He placed his
hand on top of mine and grinned. “If
you keep that up, we will need to make a quick trip to the men’s room.”
I gave him a wicked smile and said,
“That’s exactly what I want to happen.”
Rick took my hand in his and raised it
to his lips. “Later, sweetheart, I
promise to take care of your needs.”
The waiter returned with our drinks and
said, “The dancing will begin in about an hour. We have a great live band playing
tonight. While you’re waiting, would
you like to order something to eat?”
We politely declined his offer and
nursed our beverages for a while. I
looked around our table and noted, appreciatively, we all looked great; trim
and fit, with tight fitting jeans and muscle shirts. We drew a lot of attention from the guys
walking in the door. A couple of guys
with blond hair and blue eyes walked over to our table. Both of them were tall and athletic
looking. One was slightly taller than
the other. He introduced himself,
“Hi! I’m Peter and this is Morten. We’re visiting from Norway. Where are you guys from?”
Rick said, “We’re from the United
States. I’m Rick and this is Glenn,
Cory, Greg, Tyler and Joey.”
Morten said, “It’s nice to meet
you. Do you mind if we join you?”
“Pull up a chair,” Rick said. They pulled over two chairs from a
neighboring table and sat down.
“How long have you been in Madrid,” I
asked.”
“We’ve been here for two weeks,” Peter
said. “We are going to the Costa del
Sol after the Madrid Orgullo parade.”
“Where on the coast are you going?” Tyler
asked.
“I think it’s a place called
Torremolinos. We’ve heard that there
are a lot of gay guys hang out there,” Morten said.
Tyler said, “That’s true. There are some really nice clubs there. We have a summer home in Málaga, which isn’t
too far from there.”
“Maybe we’ll see you there,” Joey
said. We won’t be going down to the
beach until Tyler gets out of school.”
Tyler said, “Unfortunately, I still have
two more weeks of classes.”
Peter said, “We understand. We didn’t go to school last semester. We decided to take some time to tour
Europe. We will go back to school in
the fall.”
Morten said, “We have been riding our
bikes around Europe. We stop at youth
hostels for the night. Sometimes, we
sleep on the side of the road. We liked
Madrid very much. This is like our
honeymoon. We were married a couple of
months ago.”
Peter said, “Our parents don’t approve
of us being married, so we left Bergen and went to Oslo to be married before we
left Norway. We don’t know where we
will live when we get home, but I’m sure we will figure it out.”
Morten asked, “What brings you to
Madrid?”
Tyler said, “I’m working on a master’s
degree at the Universidad Complutense de Madrid. Joey is my husband and we live not too far
from here.”
Greg said, “We came to visit Joey, my
brother-in-law. Cory is my husband.”
“Greg is my uncle and Rick is my
boyfriend,” I said.
“So, you are all related to each other,”
Peter said.
“You could say that,” Rick said.
“I wish I had family members who were
gay, because my parents don’t understand me at all,” Morten said. “When I told them I loved Peter and wanted
to marry him, they told me to get out of their house.”
“My parents don’t approve of our
marriage, but they didn’t disown us,” Peter said.
“Where have you been, since you left
Norway?” I asked.
Morten answered, “We took the ferry from
Oslo to Copenhagen. We toured Denmark, then
the Netherlands. We like Amsterdam the
best. We didn’t stop in Belgium, but
rode our bikes to Paris. We spent a
couple of weeks in Paris. France is a
wonderful country. We biked to the
coast and made our way to Barcelona. We
spent a few days there. Then, we
decided we would come to Madrid.”
“We plan to spend time at the beach
before biking along the coast to Italy,” Peter added.
“We came here to be part of the gay
pride parade,” Morten said. “It’s one
of the largest gay pride events in the world.
It’s called Madrid Orgullo here.”
I looked over at Tyler and asked, “Did
you participate in the Madrid Orgullo last year?”
Tyler smiled and said, “Yes, I did. I had a great time.”
Peter smiled. “Did you march in the parade?”
“Yes, I did,” Tyler responded.
“We should meet up tomorrow and march
together in the parade,” Morten said.
Tyler said, “I have an even better
idea. Why don’t you stay at our house
tonight? That way, we can start out
from the house together in the early afternoon. The parade starts at 6 pm and lasts until 11
PM.”
Peter looked over at his husband. “What do you think, Morten?”
Morten shrugged his shoulders. “Sure, why not?”
Peter said, “Okay, we’ll stay at your
place, but we’ll need to stop by the hostel to pick up our things.”
“If we’re going to march in the parade,
we can’t stay out all night like we planned,” I said.
Rick agreed. “Yes, we’ll need to call it a night at a
reasonable hour.”
Peter said, “Things don’t start moving
around here until after midnight.”
“Okay, we’ll leave at 2 AM. That should give us a few hours to get some
sleep,” Tyler said.
The live band began playing, and Peter
stood up from the table. “Let’s dance,”
he said, taking Morten by the hand.
They disappeared among the crowd on the dance floor. Rick took my hand and said, “Let’s show them
how to dance.”
After a few dances, the band played a
slow song. Rick pulled me into his arms
and I laid my head on his shoulder. He
nibbled on my ear and whispered, “I love you.”
I turned my head, and his lips met mine. Time seemed to stop for us. It was like we were the only two human beings
on the planet. He released my lips,
pulling back until I could see his love for me shining in his eyes.
“I love you so much, Mr. Lernier,” I
said.
Rick’s embrace tightened as we
kissed. The music came to an end, and
Rick led me off the dance floor. Tyler
and Joey joined us at our table. Tyler
declared, “You guys were hot!”
I grinned at him and said, “So were you
guys.”
Our new friends appeared at our
table. Peter exclaimed, “Wow! Where did you guys learn to dance like that?”
Rick shrugged. “We
just do what comes natural.”
Morten said, “I loved watching you guys
dance. I could see how much you love
each other.”
Our waiter appeared and asked, “Would
you like another drink?”
Peter said, “Yes, please.”
The rest of us echoed Peter’s
request. The waiter soon reappeared with our beverages.
Morten looked at me in surprise. “Why did you order a soda?”
“I don’t drink alcoholic beverages,” I
replied.
Rick confirmed it. “I always order a soda or water for Glenn.”
Joey said, “It feels good to get away on
a date, and I love dancing.” He put his
arm around his husband. “Thank you for
bringing me here.”
Tyler grinned and said, “I’m just sorry
we didn’t come here earlier. I’d
forgotten about this place, until the guys wanted to go out clubbing.”
Peter said, “I think we should walk to
the club down the street. They have a
nice dance floor, and a great DJ. We
went there last night.”
“Okay, let’s grab Greg and Cory,” Joey
said. We found them on the floor. When we told them we were going, they came
off of the dance floor and joined us.
We spent the next couple of hours dancing and enjoying ourselves.
By 2 AM, the guys were pretty loaded, so
I drove Peter and Morten to their hostel.
We secured their bikes to our bike rack on the roof of the car, and returned
for the rest of the guys; who were waiting for us at the entrance to the
club. I managed to drive us home
without too many wrong turns.
When we got to the house, Joey showed
Peter and Morten to their room, and pulled out fresh sheets and blankets for
them. Rick and I stripped off our
clothes and crashed on our bed. The
next morning, I was awakened by Rick’s moaning. I opened my eyes and looked over to see him
sitting on the edge of our bed, holding his head in his hands.
“I’ll get the aspirin and some coffee,”
I said, getting up, and pulling on the clothes I had worn last night. I walked downstairs and into the
kitchen. Sra. Nájera was already there,
cooking breakfast. “Buenos Dias, Sra. Nájera. May I help you make coffee this morning?”
She smiled and said, “I’ve already made
it. I knew it would be in high demand
after a night out. The coffee cups are
on the tray along with the aspirin.
Here is the coffee pot. I will
send Sr. Nájera up with breakfast a little later.”
I took the coffee pot from her hands and
placed it on the tray. I carried it to
our room and poured Rick a cup, handing it to him with a couple of
aspirin. “I’ll be right back.”
I carried the tray from room to room,
administering to the guys’ needs. I
returned to our room to find Rick had finished his coffee, and had returned to
bed. I climbed in beside him. He pulled me into his arms and kissed my
forehead. “You’re an angel.”
We must have drifted off, because the
next thing I remember was someone knocking on the door. Then I heard Sr. Nájera enter. “Good morning, boys. Here is your breakfast.” He placed the tray on the computer table and
left us to eat it.
Rick ate with gusto. It seems the aspirin and the coffee had
restored him to perfect health! He
finished and helped me with mine! Next,
he put our dishes back on the tray and returned to our bed. His lecherous grin and the look of lust in
his eyes sent a thrill of anticipation down my spine! Without saying a word, Rick made me his in
every way!
*** ***
Joey and Tyler had finished their coffee
when Sr. Nájera arrived with their breakfast.
Tyler said, “Buenos días, Papá.” (Good
morning, Papa.)
Sr. Nájera said, “Buenos días, mis hijos. Cómo
les fue anoche?” (Good morning, my sons.
How did it go last night?)
Tyler replied, “Nos la pasamos bien,
Papá. Trajimos a la casa a dos
amigos de Noruega anoche. Están
dormidos in la recámara al otro lado del corredor.” (We
had a good time, Papa. We brought two
Norwegian friends home with us last night. They are sleeping in the bedroom across the
hall from us.)
Sr. Nájera said, “Bueno, les llevaré el mismo desayuno que tu Mamá preparó
para todos nosotros.” (Okay, I’ll take them the same breakfast Mama
prepared for all of us.)
He left the room and Tyler said, “I’ve
been thinking about our Norwegian friends.
Do you think they would be interested in working for us? They could go to college here and work for
us part time.”
Joey thought about it for a few moments
and said, “We need to talk to Grandpa Scarborough and Sr. Nájera about it
first, before we discuss it with Peter and Morten. I think it would be a good thing for them
and for us.”
“I like them both. They seem pretty level headed. I have to admire them for touring Europe on
their bikes. They have done little odd
jobs to earn money along the way. I
think they would be hard workers,” Tyler said.
“I wanted to get to know them better, so I invited them to stay with
us.”
“I wondered what you were up to when you
asked them if they wanted to stay with us, especially since we already have
four guests,” Joey said.
Tyler smiled. “Yes, I know I complained about having so
many visitors staying with us at the same time.” He lightly ran his hand over Joey’s chest,
stopping to play with his nipples. He
leaned over and kissed his husband. “I
love waking up next to you.”
Joey caressed Tyler’s cheek with his
fingertips and smiled. “I love the feel
of your body next to mine, and I really like being fucked by you every
morning.”
Tyler ran his hands over his lover’s
body, as he kissed him deeply.
*** ***
Later, they heard a light tapping on
their bedroom door. Joey shouted, “Come
in!”
The door opened, and Rachel appeared in
their room. She ran across the room to
their bed and climbed up to be with them.
She said, brightly, “Good morning.”
Joey hugged her and kissed her
cheek. “Good morning, munchkin.”
Rachel laughed and said, “Daddy, you’re
a munchkin, too.”
Joey grinned and asked, “How you do you
figure that?”
“Abuela says that if I’m a munchkin, my
Daddy has to be a munchkin,” Rachel said, seriously.”
Tyler laughed and said, “She has you
there, Joey.”
Joey said, “Okay, I’ll admit to being a
munchkin if you’ll agree you’re a munchkin, too.”
Rachel wrinkled her nose and put her
hand on her chin as she thought for a moment.
She shook her head and said, “No, I’m not a munchkin. I’m a little girl, and you’re a man, so you
can’t be a munchkin.”
“You’re right, Rachel; however, may we
still call you a munchkin?” Tyler asked.
Rachel said, “You can call me a munchkin
if you want to, as long as you know I’m not really a munchkin, but a little
girl.”
Joey said, “I think we need to watch the
movie, “The Wizard of Oz,” with you, so you know who the munchkins are. It was one of your Mom’s favorite
movies. She made us watch it all the
time. Don’t you remember the movie with
the scarecrow, the lion and the tin man?”
Rachel shook her head. “No, I don’t remember.”
Tyler said, “Well, I think we’ll have to
watch it later today.”
Rachel clapped her hands. “I love watching movies. Will you watch movies with me, Dad?”
Tyler said, “Yes, I will.”
Rachel jumped up and climbed off of the
bed. “I’m going to tell Abuela we’re watching a
movie today.” She ran out of the room,
leaving the door open.
Tyler said, “She is so cute.”
They heard a tap on the door, and looked
up to see Peter and Morten standing in the doorway to their room. “May we come in?” Peter asked.
Joey and Tyler sat up in bed. Joey said, “Sure.”
The guys came in and sat down on the
foot of the bed. “What are the plans
for the day?” Morten asked.
“Well, we could go swimming in our pool,”
Tyler said.
Peter smiled. “That would be great. We’ll go change into our swimsuits.”
“That sounds like a plan,” Tyler
said. “Joey and I need to shower first,
then, we’ll meet you down at the pool.”
Peter said, “Okay. Do you want us to tell the other guys?”
“Sure,” Joey said.
Peter and Morten left them to get ready.
I heard a knock on the door and opened
it to find Peter standing there. “We’re
going swimming.”
I said, “Great. Are you going down right now?”
“As soon as we change into our
swimsuits,” Peter said.
“Okay, we’ll meet you down by the pool,”
I said.
Peter left, and I walked into the
bathroom to let Rick know the plans for the day. “We’re going swimming.”
“Okay.
It’s a good thing I wasn’t dressed yet,” Rick said. “Let’s wear our bikini swimsuits.”
I grinned and said, “You just want to
show off your great physique.”
Rick returned my grin. “That’s right. I only do it for you, Babe.”
I laughed and said, “I do admit I like
it when you wear next to nothing.”
Rick walked into the bedroom and grabbed
his powder blue bikini swimsuit. I
admired his perfect bubble butt, as he bent over to pull it on. Rick caught me looking him over and
grinned. “Do I meet with your
approval?”
I walked over and put my arms around his
neck. “What do you think?” I kissed him deeply, and felt him stirring
down below. I pulled back and playfully
rubbed his groin. “I don’t think this
swimsuit was built to hold you in.”
Rick laughed and said, “No, it wasn’t.”
I released him and stripped out of my
clothes. I pulled out my matching
swimsuit and pulled it on. Rick started
teasing me by putting both hands inside my swimsuit as he kissed me.
He released me and said, “I love you.”
“I love you, too, Babe,” I responded,
hoping my hard-on would go down quickly!
He took my hand and led me
downstairs. We went out the French
doors that led out to the patio and the pool.
Greg and Cory were already there in matching yellow bikini swimsuits.
Peter caught sight of us and wolf
whistled. “Wow!”
Morten turned around to see why Peter
was whistling. Spotting us, he grinned
and gave us the thumbs up sign. “You
guys sure look good!”
Joey and Tyler joined us, wearing even
skimpier matching swimsuits. We all
whistled at them! Rick said, “I thought
we were pretty daring, but I think you two beat all of us.”
Joey grinned. “I thought since we’re married, it was okay
to flaunt what we have.”
Tyler was blushing, but smiled. “Joey convinced me it was okay to show off
for him. We haven’t worn them since you
guys arrived, because I was too embarrassed about them.”
I looked at him in surprise. “What made you think we wouldn’t appreciate
seeing two gorgeous guys in those great swimsuits?”
Joey came to Tyler’s defense. “It’s okay, Tyler. We’re wearing them now.”
I walked over to Tyler and kissed him on
the lips, holding him in a tight embrace.
“That’s for making my day.”
He looked at me and smiled. “I’m glad you like how we look.”
I turned to Joey and kissed him, as
well. Joey wrapped his arms around me
and deepened the kiss, surprising me. When
he released me, he grinned. “I’ve
always wanted to do that, and I’ve never dared to, until now.”
Tyler laughed at the look on my
face. “Joey told me he planned to kiss
you, at least once while you were here.”
Joey’s smile widened and he put his arm
around my shoulders. “I’ve never seen
you speechless. I think we should
celebrate.”
I finally recovered my wits and
laughed. “Rick has competition in the
kissing department.”
Joey looked over at Rick and said, “I
promise not to spoil him too much.”
Rick grinned. “I think we should pick up a couple of
swimsuits like the ones you’re wearing.”
Tyler said, “We have a couple you could
borrow; that way, you can see if you like them or not.”
Peter said, “What I’d like to see is all
of us wearing those swimsuits in the Gay Pride parade, tonight.”
Tyler shook his head. “There’s no way I’m going to wear this
swimsuit in the parade. I might
consider a bikini one, but not this one.”
“Okay, are we in agreement we’ll wear
our bikinis?” Peter asked.
I looked over at Rick and he
shrugged. “I don’t care. I’d more comfortable in cargo shorts,
especially if we’re going to stay for some of the entertainment.”
Greg said, “I vote for the cargo shorts
and muscle t-shirts. We can shed the
t-shirts if we want to.”
Morten protested. “Ah, come on, you guys! Where is your sense of adventure?”
Cory said, “Why don’t we wear our bikini
swimsuits and change into our cargo shorts after the parade. I could carry a backpack with our cargo shorts
in it.”
Greg said, doubtfully, “I guess I’m up
for that.”
Cory said, “You can wear your cargo
shorts if you don’t feel comfortable parading around town in your swimsuit.”
Greg smiled at his husband. “Okay, I’ll go in my swimsuit, if you’ll
bring my shorts for later.”
Having decided what we were going to
wear for the parade, we spent the rest of the day swimming in the pool. Sra. Nájera brought out lunch and refreshing
lemonade, later in the afternoon, when Sra. Nájera and Louise brought the girls
out to swim.
As I watched Tyler and Joey entertaining
Rachel and Sarah in the pool, I leaned over to Rick and said, “I’m glad to see
them enjoying the children. They are
both good Dads to the girls.”
Rick agreed. “I hope I can be as good a father to our
children as they are.”
I smiled and said, “I’m sure you will
be.” I leaned over to give him a gentle
kiss on the lips.
*** ***
We marched in the parade and stayed out
until the early hours of the morning. I
couldn’t believe how many people were there, celebrating gay pride! We garnered quite a bit of attention with
our swimsuits, but we weren’t the only ones!
It felt good to be part of the celebration of who we are.
As we walked back to our cars, Rick
said, “I never imagined there could be so many gay men in one place.”
Greg laughed. “Me either.
I had just as much fun watching Glenn.
He was like a kid in a candy store.”
“Well, you have to admit there was a lot
of eye candy on display,” I said.
Rick said, grinning, “Yes, there was,
and I had to keep my eye on you to keep you from running after some those great
looking guys.”
I protested, “You did not! I held your hand nearly the entire time.”
“Yes, you did, because I wanted to make
sure everyone knew you were taken,” Rick responded, only half joking.
Joey said, “I think Rick was right to
keep his hands on you. There were quite
a number of guys giving you the once over with their eyes.”
“Well, they didn’t have to have too much
of an imagination, because I wasn’t wearing much,” I said.
“I know! That was another reason for making sure they
knew not to mess with you,” Rick said.
Cory said, “If you were married, you
wouldn’t have to worry about Glenn running off with some other guy.” Rick opened his mouth to respond, but looked
at me and closed it. “You know I’m
right, Rick. Greg and I don’t worry
about each other at all, and neither do Tyler and Joey. You can make the argument you don’t need to
be married to be committed, but there is a certain mindset that comes with marriage
that, otherwise, doesn’t exist in a relationship.”
Rick said, “Okay, I get it.” He looked over at me and asked, “Did you put
Cory up to lecturing me about getting married?”
I squeezed Rick’s hand and said, “No,
but I’ll pass him 20 bucks later, for making my case for me.” I stopped walking and pulled Rick into my
arms. I looked deeply into his eyes and
said, “I love you, Rick.” I kissed him
and put my hand to his cheek, cupping it gently in my palm. “I’ll never leave you, sweetheart.”
The light from the street lights
sparkled in his eyes, which were full of unshed tears. He cleared his throat, and in a choked
voice, said, “I love you, too.”
Peter said, “I agree with Cory. Marriage is a great thing. Morten and I love being married.”
Morten added, “It makes me feel much
more secure, especially when so many people are anti-gay. Being married forces people to acknowledge they
have to treat us with respect and dignity, or, otherwise, they will face jail
time.”
We arrived at our cars. We climbed into them and made our journey
home. We were so exhausted when we
stepped into our room; we stripped off our clothes and crashed on the bed. Rick pulled me into his arms, and we were
out for the count!
*** ***
Author’s Note:
Gay Pride Madrid - http://www.madridorgullo.com/en/
Long Play Gay Club - http://madrid.gaycities.com/bars/1597-long-play#people
