My brother Rafa’s boy toy

Aram

By Arnoldo Villegas, Jr. MD

It was my turn to go and visit Rafa in Helena. I was to make the trip by car this time since I had a little extra time and the flights were all booked anyhow. The roads from Bismark to Helena are not all that bad. This was to be my first trip by car and I wasn’t looking forward to it. In reality what happened was that I actually enjoyed the trip. The scenery was magnificent and I even got to have sex with somebody along the way…a trick I picked up at one of the truck stops. I will tell you more on that later.

Rafa had not told me anything about Aram. I guess he wanted to surprise me. And surprise he did. When I got to Helena I didn’t have my brother Rafa all to myself. I had to share him with this new houseboy of his. Boy was I jealous at first. But then I got to know the dude and my jealousy diminished. I am still possessive with Rafa but I really have no choice but to share him.

Aram Beckman was a most beautiful and likeable cat. He was downright pretty in the face and had a very nice body on him. He had some facial hair and several piercings. Aram was only 18 but had been gay all of his life and out only a few months. Rafa met him through another doctor who had taken him in temporarily after his family had thrown him out for being gay. When he heard that Rafa was looking for a houseboy he sent Aram to him immediately.

Rafa had rented a house on Lodgepodge Road in the outskirts of Helena near a park called Mount Ascension Park. It was a three bedroom job with a very rustic theme throughout in a log cabin style. Not my cup of tea but it was comfortable with a very nice fireplace.

I got to Helena late in the afternoon and after a very warm greeting from Rafa, which included a very long and passionate kiss, I went to take a nap to get rid of the road exhaustion. I didn’t get to meet Aram until after I woke up because he had gone to pick up some groceries and some booze.

By the time I woke up, it was dinner time and Aram had fixed supper. I will say this: It was a very plain, typical American fare, no thrills, no frills, just meat and potatoes and it was not bad. But just like Aram, it was bland, too bland for our Latin taste I thought. Conversation during dinner centered mostly on our jobs some of the cases we worked on and the hospitals, comparisons, just shop talk.

Getting to know Aram would be the next day when Rafa had to work and then have three days off. But that evening all three ended up in bed. I have said it before that I don’t enjoy sharing Rafa but that is his choice and I have to go along with it. Both Aram and I are bottoms and Rafa feels more than man enough to be able to service both of us…and he did.

The three way was great. I was so much in need to make love to Rafa that having Arom in the bed actually helped because it was as if I had help, I had somebody pleasing Rafa besides me, it was sort of a reward for Rafa, the attention was all on him and our concern was not so much for our sexual satisfaction but to satisfy Rafa. That much we found out as Rafa went from my ass to Aram’s and eventually whenever Rafa would fuck Aram, I would suck him and vice-versa. We must have gone at it at least three times and Rafa didn’t cum. Aram and I shot our wads twice into each other’s mouth. Aram had a decent size cock almost as big as mine and it was pretty. I did enjoy giving him head. And I think he enjoyed sucking mine too. Finally on the third fuck of the night, Rafa unloaded all of his man juice into my ass and Aram must have been a little disappointed but it was great for me because as Rafa dumped his load deep into me, Aram was sucking me and I came the third time into his mouth.

The following day, Rafa left for the hospital and Aram and I had breakfast out on the terrace. I started to like him although I couldn’t help but think that he had a lot to learn and also he wasn’t the brightest light in the Christmas tree. But then again, he was just Rafa’s houseboy, his boy toy, he didn’t have to hold a degree from an Ivy League to perform his job.

The temperature was perfect and it was a sunny day. It was in the low seventies and we just sat there and talked while having coffee which I found out was one newly acquired thing for Aram.

Aram came from a very close minded, fanatical and intolerant Mormon family. He was gay from a very early age but because the Mormons are so homophobic he was so intimidated by them and being criticized for his overt femininity, he became very shy and insecure, he avoided contact with people and became almost a recluse. Such was the repressive childhood he had and he suffered. He said he agonized over his feelings and tried to repress any thoughts of having sex with men. He said that before puberty set in, he knew he was attracted to guys but that he didn’t understand his situation. He thought he was a freak and a sinner. Images of hell and the guilt that comes from this type of religious upbringing were torturing him as a youngster. It all culminated with an attempt at suicide when he was thirteen and realized that his sexuality was going to send him straight to hell.

Aram’s mother and father tried very hard to “convert” him. He said that there were prayer meetings, long conferences and sessions with some of the LDS elders, they all tried to talk him out of it and that he was not only confused but was being tempted by the devil. Aram was a basket case when they got through with him. As Aram puts it: “I must have been a very high-strung, very resilient individual to survive all the shit they threw at me”. Finally, when he refused to attend college and serve as a missionary, he told his brother he was gay and there was nothing anybody could do about it. His brother told the parents and they asked him to leave the house. The LDS church even wanted him to appear before the elders so they could humiliate him and tell him he was excommunicated. Finally he ran into one of the elders downtown Moscow, Idaho where he was from and told him to go fuck himself and tell the Mormon Church to go fuck themselves, he was a fag and they better come to terms with it.

Coffee was not the only newly acquired sin for Aram. The guy did not know spices. To him salt and

pepper and ketchup were the only options. Not only did I bring with me a couple of bags of Cuban coffee I bought while we were in Miami whoring, but I also brought a couple of jars of Sazón Goya and black beans. I showed Aram how to make a Cuban marinade with half orange juice, half lemon, garlic, oregano and also how to make Cuban coffee in the electric espresso machine I bought as a present for Rafa. Aram and I fixed a typical Cuban meal. I bought some very good Porterhouse steaks, marinated them and cooked them on the charcoal grill outside. I made black bean soup and white rice and the only thing missing was the plantains. I even had a can of guava preserves that we had for dessert.

When Rafa got home from work he was so pleased and just totally overcome by emotion to have a Cuban dinner in Helena, Montana. Of course we had wine with our meal and that too was a no-no for Aram but he even liked the taste of wine, which was for him the first taste he ever got of the stuff.

The night progressed and after killing two bottles of very nice Napa Valley Cabernet Sauvignon, we ended up in bed, the three of us. This was to be even better than our first night because Aram and I had a bond now, we knew each other well and we were sort of sharing a certain solidarity, a common interest. I knew that he would take good care of my brother Rafa and that was important to me as I was far away. I also knew that he could keep Rafa satisfied in the sex department and that too was important to me considering all the STDs you can get these days. At the end of the four days, I left with peace of mind and was a little less worried about Rafa.