AND THEY FOUND LOVE
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By Richard de Orizaba
It is not often I get to tell a story with a happy ending…I love those. This one is unique because it involves my lawyer Preston. I no longer have him as my lawyer because as I will explain he gave it all up to be with his fairy tale partner. I miss him because he and I go back a long ways when I first started to run my company and we had many good times together.
Preston never seemed to enter into any serious or lasting relationship. He was what you might call a very emotionally unreachable person. Love skipped him and just left him lonely by the side of the road and by the time he was in his late forties it looked like he was going to remain single for the remainder of his life.
By the time this happened, I had already gone through a number of what I thought would be permanent relationships. The one that hurt the most was the lover I lost to a heart attack. Then eventually I returned to Martin “One People” Townsend whom I rescued from the wilderness of the Brazilian jungle and reunited him with his aunt Martha until her death in Sacramento.
Preston was vacationing in Mexico. He was to stay with a friend in the outskirts of San Miguel de Allende for a couple of weeks. Of course, the two of them would go out to dinners and sightseeing. There is a lot to see in San Miguel and on the fourth day they went to eat at this cute little restaurant with all kinds of copies of Frida Kahlo’s painting and the food was genuine Poblano (from the 
state of Puebla). After dinner they were taking a stroll and stopped and sat down at a bench in El Jardín, the main plaza, which is the center of activity in San Miguel; it's a perfect place to rest under the laurel trees, listen to church bells toll, watch street artists perform, and get a feel for the town.
After a certain hour, the locals begin to disappear and on the scene miraculously appear a large number of single men, all good looking, most gay and looking to hook up. There is the inevitable hustler, just ready to pounce on an American gay gentleman for a couple of hundred pesos…these arrangements are usually of no consequence because there is a great difficulty for an American to bring back a local to the hotel because this kind of thing is just not allowed. So they might walk over to the river and there under the bridge the hustler might offer the tourist his cock to suck or if the guy is younger and good looking he might get the local to fuck him in the ass.
But those are almost frowned upon by the local gays…they avoid them like the plague. The object of going out to El Jardín is to find some hook up and perhaps sexual satisfaction.
I think that when Preston went on this vacation not only was he all stressed out but he had just gone through the loss of his parents to a drunk driver in a car wreck. Preston had been also engaged on a very intense business of flipping houses and had accumulated a respectable fortune. He was pursuing a hobby that I had never even knew he had: painting. Actually, Preston wanted to be an artist all along but was pushed into law by his father who had a prosperous practice in Ohio. There was a large inheritance which he split with his sister and that is when he informed me of his intentions to close his practice.
Benito Garza Juarez was a stunning young Mexican. He was handsome and very well built. He was from the outskirts of San Miguel where he had lived with his ailing mother until her death. He didn’t have much. He did own the property which was a run-down conglomeration of structures that had no indoor plumbing. His mother made a meager living weaving ponchos and rugs and Benito (Benny as his friends called him) barely finished the 3rd grade.
When his mom died, he had to find work and was not able to even support himself. He started to dabble in painting although he never had an art lesson in his life. He began painting primitive Mexican landscapes and people, and would take them on consignment at the different stores throughout San Miguel.
That fateful night at El Jardín as Preston was sitting with his friend, Benny walked past them. Preston and Benny locked eyes and it was as if there was magic, fireworks were actually being deployed but to them it was because they had made eye contact as the fireworks exploded so did their passion. Benny stood in front of Preston as if he was paralyzed. Preston’s mouth open to where his jaw hit his chest…so does his friend Bruce tells me. There was little they said, actually not much could be said as Preston spoke very little Spanish and Benny only knew a few words of English. Bruce saved the day by asking Benny to sit with them, all along thinking that Benny was a hustler but he saw Preston’s interest and was willing to ignore that hunch.
Then they went to a bar across the square and they sat down for a few margaritas and Bruce served as interpreter. Bruce finally asked, or got around 
to asking Benny how much he would charge and Benny became agitated and insulted. Bruce apologized and invited Benny to his house to be with Preston.
Very little is known of what happened once they retired to the guest bedroom after a couple of night caps or even the sequence of events. Preston had a very limited vocabulary in Spanish, the remnants of his high school Spanish learned more than 25 years earlier. I don’t think that there was much conversation anyhow as the two of them embarked on a very torrid, passionate love making session. They didn’t even emerge in the morning for breakfast and it was well past one when Preston went to the kitchen and prepared some coffee and orange juice and brought it to Benny.
After I spoke to Preston, he had come to the decision to remain in San Miguel and rented a little house. He told me he went to Benny’s country shack and spent a week there with him, saw how he lived and got to know him better. That is when he rented the little house and began a process which I can only describe as “nesting”. Preston and Benny began to furnish the little house purchasing all the necessary items to function; from pots and pans to china and furniture. The house was miniscule with a microscopic kitchen, a bathroom and a pull-down bed. It was located in the back of a house and you accessed it through a very cheerful courtyard. There Preston and Benny began to cultivate their devotion for one another.
I then decided to go visit Preston in San Miguel de Allende and see for myself the transformation. Bruce, Preston and Benny all went to the airport in Queretaro to meet me. Preston looked terrific, tanned, rested and you could see he was happy. I had made reservations at a hotel that was just off the main square but Bruce would have none of that and talked me into staying at his house; after all, Preston was no longer in the guest room and I appreciated the hospitality.
Preston and I had a long conversation after I got to Bruce’s place. He explained to me how Benny was an artist and that he thought Benny was so pure and devoid of the malice most gay people had that he was able to connect with him. He even went into some of the details of their sexual life: Benny was basically a bottom but they would actually take turns and screw each other in the ass several times during each love making session. Preston had fallen head over heels for Benny and was now even enrolled in an intensive course designed for Americans to learn Spanish. He was enrolled in this class and seemed to have picked up enough Spanish in just a month or so since he had arrived. I was very impressed because Preston was conjugating verbs as well as I do and I am a native speaker.
Since we were into that very intimate conversation it was then that Preston confessed his frustrated love for me. Even though he never even gave me any indication or interest, I also had an attraction for him but failed to act upon it because I wanted to keep our relationship professional; after all, Preston was my lawyer and by now, any embers of any love fire had been extinguished by the appearance of Benny on the scene.
I only stayed in San Miguel for a few more days and went on to Puerto Vallarta. After a few months, Benny and Preston had begun to build a house at the site of his mom’s shack and I understand that it is quite nice…not extremely luxurious but will have a swimming pool and all the other adjacent structures which were more or less dilapidated shacks have been bulldozed down. There is a large room with skylights that will serve as their studio once the construction is finished. Preston purchased a used Jeep and now they can get to town in a car instead of using a horse as Benny had to do before if he wanted to go anywhere. So far this Cinderello story is working out to where they are both living happily ever after.
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