January and June in Vail Ch. 02 - Sex Stories

January and June in Vail Ch. 02

... convinced it wasn't counterfeit. But, he served us nevertheless. We sipped and smiled, content in the quiet masculine room. I don't think anyone noticed that his left hand was planted firmly on my inner thigh, playing tag with my semi. In a few minutes, a waiter appeared to take our drinks to our table—a dimly lit dark wooden booth along the side. It was quiet and private—but clearly as we walked to the table, the waiter was already flirting with "my son." Unexpectedly, Carlos motioned for me to sit with him on the same side of the table.

Over dinner, I asked many questions about his life until now. He started by telling me that his Dad was killed in an auto accident when he was 7. They were living in Minneapolis at the time. His mother had always hated the cold and moved them to Costa Rica almost immediately. She was educated and easily found work teaching in the American International School in San Jose. Finally an uncle convinced his mother that he needed some US schooling—to maintain his claim to American citizenship if nothing else. So he was moved to an all boys boarding prep school in Montana from which he graduated. He had learned to ski at the nearby Big Sky Resort where the school had "student privileges." He was bilingual obviously. He's hardly seen his mother since he left Costa Rica—ten years ago. Holidays were spent with the uncle (his father's brother) in St. Paul. The uncle was strict, old school and not very demonstrative with his affections. Carlos was ...

... obviously a young man starved for love—and trying to find it with sex and seduction.

Carlos told me he knew he was gay soon after puberty, but the atmosphere at the Montana prep school would never have permitted such conduct. He would have been asked to leave. And his uncle would have sent him back to his mother. He was not tolerant of "deviants." So he pretty much had suffered in silence, spending as much time as possible on the slopes—and dreaming about his male teachers—who conveniently shared lockers and showers with the students. He stayed carefully away from the spoiled homophobic offspring of the rich and famous. But his natural beauty made that hard. They teased him nevertheless as the "Latin pretty boy"—a label totally incongruous with his body.

Then it was CU—Boulder at first. He had always been interested in biology, biochemistry and anatomy—but prep for medical school didn't seem to be reasonable. He didn't have the resources or the time—and maybe not the brains. His mother had not supported him for years, and the uncle had used up his father's life insurance to pay for the prep school. He applied to CU, specifying life sciences and physiology as his areas of interest. From that he drifted into his current major. He was mostly on scholarship, but that didn't cover most living expenses. When he graduated in about a year, he'd need to do an "internship" for about a year, but then he would be a fully licensed physical-therapist. He was on the CU ski team, but was ...