Christmas in my new digs

Christmas in my new house

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By Richard de Orizaba

The silence is deafening. The activities are all over. My house in Eagle Pass is now in pristine condition. Gone are the plasterers, painters, carpenters, plumbers and all the beautiful studs that worked for all of the contractors. I must have had sex with at least half of them. Good sex, beautiful guys, all willing and horny.

But now, two days after thanksgiving, all the activity has ended. It is time to get ready for Christmas. And this will be a celebration that will be memorable; first because it is the first party given by me in my new digs, second because it is the debut of my house as the centerpiece, the work of art that it is, product of dedicated professional craftsmen. The total cost is still to be tallied but so far my accountant tells me that is nearing the two million dollar mark.

The new furniture and accessories has been pouring in piecemeal and the stuff from the old bayou house has been placed throughout in strategic places. The place is starting to look like it is lived in. My decorator has arranged for a beautiful house magazine to come in and do a shoot. I don’t know which one yet, but it should be interesting.

There are still a few of the rooms that are left untouched…totally unfinished or completely gutted. Those will be done later. For the time being, the majority of the first floor is presentable. Some little details here and there but I think that it will all be done in time for the Holiday party.

It all has to be done before Christmas to be ready for the party. My housekeeper of many years has returned from his homeland after a three month vacation. I continued to pay him even if he didn’t work because he is so loyal and has been so great. But now he has to stay and take care of the place when I go to New Zealand in January. He has to be in charge of the remodeling of the apartment on top of the garage where Evaristo the gardener has been staying and Evaristo will move to the little efficiency behind the tool shed. But my housekeeper will also supervise the remodeling and refitting of the downstairs room that will be the gym.

My housekeeper of many years Evaristo has returned from Venezuela.

The new kitchen looks pretty much like this one.

The planning for the party is exciting as I am going to have two. The first one is for the town folk, all those in Eagle Pass that I have either known or have come in close contact with in the past year. Then the other one is a big gay bash preceded by a very large, formal dinner for 100 guests. The party for the town folk will be in the garden and in the afternoon, early evening hours and it will be highlighted by the lighting of the Christmas decorations outdoors. I am having both affairs catered by some of San Antonio’s finest caterers. Cavalier Hall is under construction and will not be ready until I return from New Zealand. Dariel is in charge of all of that. Dariel and Didi will come and stay at my house while I am gone and their house (my parent’s old house is undergoing renovations, being brought out of the 70’s)

The Christmas tree is arriving tomorrow and it will be a copy of the White House tree they had last year. My decorator and his staff is going to do all the decorations as I am not very good at it, I do lack the patience and I get distracted as I have so many other things to take care of.

The late afternoon-early evening party was planned for 100 also but the list has grown to 150. We will have a tent and thousands of lanterns up throughout the grounds. The decorations and the table settings are costing me an arm and a leg, but they will be used again for the indoor dinner party the next day after all the clean up and resetting takes place.

We had live entertainment for both. The first party we had a pianist organist and a couple of singers do a lot of Christmas stuff. They were very good.

For the second bash, we had first a violinist who played classical tunes while we were having cocktails and appetizers. Then through dinner the same duo that played the day before did Christmas songs and it got everyone in the mood.

After dinner, we all went to the back where we had a stage set up and there is where the fun began. It started with dancers and strippers, then a very well put together drag show.

There were a lot of gay couples who left after the show, surely because they were in monogamous relationships, but then there were at least 60 unattached young men and of course the strippers who paired off accordingly.

I had the most beautiful of them all: my gardener Evaristo. I made him wear a tuxedo for the dinner and he looked absolutely dapper with his 6’2” frame and most handsome face. Then he got out of those clothes and dressed in full leather regalia and he was equally stunning. I think everyone was envious of me having this great stud as my date.

The party was a resounding success and Evaristo could not have been more dashing, so attentive and so dedicated. To look at us as a couple you would think we had been together for years. His way of looking at me was that of a person deeply in love, so many people told me afterwards.

Evaristo had the best of all the armpits

Sex with Evaristo was always good, but that evening was extraordinary as I was so impressed and in lust with him and the way he looked that when we finally hit the sack after consuming a bottle of Dom Perignon the sparks really flew.

“Oh Richie, I love your body, I love the way you feel…I like it both ways, when I am inside you I just go crazy, and when you fuck me I am just in heaven”

We fucked all through the night flip flopping every now and then and then we slept until eleven the next morning when my housekeeper brought us breakfast in bed. Life was good.

My departure for New Zealand was not devoid of drama. Evaristo was totally devastated and even suggested he should come with me. I knew he couldn’t because he didn’t even have a passport and it would take at least a month to get him one. So he cried when I left.

I felt kind of bad about it but we had not made any promises to each other and the words “I love you” were not even uttered once. So it was to be the way it was.

While in New Zealand, I got the bad news. Evaristo was in the hospital with hepatitis and it became complicated with pneumonia. When they ran tests he also tested positive for the HIV virus. I nearly had a cow. I went and got tested and for the period I had to wait it was sheer torture, a very slow and anguish-filled time for me which gave me the reason to think about ever having unprotected sex. But my tests came back negative and it seems that Evaristo acquired it after I was gone. In any case, it was a good thing that I provide very good insurance for my employees because his hospital bills were astronomical.

From a strapping, strong stud, Evaristo became a shadow of himself, my housekeeper tells me when he went to see him. He was no longer the energetic and sexy stud. He looked pale and frail. So much damage was done by the two illnesses that Evaristo was forced to be declared unable to work and went on Medicaid. He moved back to San Antonio to be near his family who would care for him.