We had a marvelous dinner with the Manager. The best wine poured freely, the best food in the house was presented for our opinions, and the conversation was scintillating. The Manager told me that my parents had just been there two weeks before, and that they had, as always, had a wonderful time. I gave Jason a chance to practice his Spanish and the two of them got along admirably. I am quite sure the Manager knew the exact nature of our relationship, but he said nothing. He smiled at me several times, though, giving me the idea he knew what we had planned for the evening.

As we finished dinner and strolled out into the gardens, the Manager pulled me aside and said, "Your friend Jason is truly a work of art, Senor Andrew. Never have I seen a more beautiful man in all my life. You are very good for each other, and I wish you all the happiness life has to offer."

I patted him on the back and smiled, unable to speak for fear of crying at these sentiments. I joined Jason next to the large pool where he was watching some wealthy American children swimming. I took his hand and led him to our room, not speaking a word.

I sat him down in the sitting room and poured a glass of icy Chardonnay for both of us. I sat down next to him and put the glasses on the table. I took his hands and looked him in the eyes. "Jason, I've never brought anyone here before. I've never had such a significant relationship with anyone before. This place, you in this place, us in this place makes me happier than I have ever been. I love you!"

The tears running down my cheeks prompted his, and soon we were locked in each others' arms crying softly and caressing each other lightly. We broke apart and I made a toast. "To you, my wonderful, beautiful, loving man. And to us, that we may never be apart-- ever."

"Here, here," he choked out, and started crying all over again.

We set our wine glasses down and stood up, dropping clothes as we did. We ran to the bed, threw back the covers, and dove in. The mattress was soft, the sheets were clean and cool, and we rolled all over the bed locking in the most passionate kiss of our lives. We kissed and hugged for some time, relishing in the feeling of our naked bodies pressed together. I moved him to where he was laying on his stomach, and I pushed a pillow under his stomach, raising his ass slightly in the air. "Now I am in charge here, Jason. Let me do what I want, OK?"

"OK," he said, rather sultrily.

It was all happening very slowly, very sensually, even though the lights were on and no music