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Authors: Sean Wolfe

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They'd leave the Cora at about eight o'clock, run back to their condo, shower and change for dinner, and afterward head out to the clubs. One club or another would feature strippers or a drag show or both, or some other form of entertainment that kept the clubs packed to the rafters—and the clubs in PV stayed open until four in the morning.
Paradise Lost happened on day eight. Kyle sensed trouble the moment they walked into Paco Paco's, their favorite club. On that particular night, the club was hosting both a drag show and a stripper show. One of the strippers, a beautiful, young Latino boy named Christian, took an immediate liking to Preston, and wasn't shy about letting Preston and everyone else know, including Kyle, who was less than happy about it. And if Preston had a type ... which he did ... it was exactly this kid. Clad in nothing but a leopard-print loincloth and a shitload of hardened and oiled muscles, Christian spent a lot of time rubbing up against Preston, even though Preston didn't put any money in his pouch. He had a huge uncut cock, and as strippers do in Mexico, pulled it out when it was fully hard. When Preston gasped, Christian grabbed Preston's hand and wrapped it around his big, thick cock, then kissed Preston fully on the lips.
“Oh, HELL no,” Kyle said, and grabbed Preston's hand from Christian's cock and pulled them apart. “He's mine,” Kyle said as he stood between the two.
Christian shrugged and moved on to work the rest of the crowd for tips.
“What the fuck was that all about?” Kyle asked.
“What?” Preston said. “I didn't do anything. I didn't even give him any money. He was just all over me. There was nothing I could do about it.”
“Bullshit,” Kyle said angrily. “You could have moved away and said you have a boyfriend. A husband, now, in fact. That's what you could've done.”
“I'm sorry, okay baby.” Preston said. “I guess I just got caught up in the moment.”
“Yeah? Well, if you wanna keep your nuts, you'd better learn to distance yourself from the moment.”
“I'm sorry,” Preston said again, and gave Kyle a kiss.
They left the back part of the bar, where the stripper show was, and headed back to the drag show in the main area of the bar. Kyle had a very bad temper, but could also let go of something when an apology was put on the table. They watched the drag show and danced a little. Then Kyle went to the bar to get a couple of drinks.
“Hey, I didn't mean to get you into trouble back there,” a very sexy voice with a thick Mexican accent whispered into Preston's ear from behind.
He turned around and stared right into Christian's face. He was dressed in jeans and a tank top now, and looked just as good as he did naked. “Oh, you didn't get me into trouble,” he said hurriedly, then looked at Kyle across the room. There was a huge line of people waiting for drinks. “He gets a little jealous every now and then, but it's all good. No problems. Besides, he's not my boss. I'm a big boy.”
“Yes, I can see that,” Christian said, and looked Preston up and down. He glanced over at the bar, too. “It looks like he'll be at least another fifteen minutes. Wanna come with me for a few minutes?”
He took Preston by the hand and led him through the crowd. Preston opened his mouth to say something, but then closed it quickly. He knew he was going through with this. Christian led him to a room upstairs in the back of the bar, and closed the door behind him.
“I'm not sure ...” Preston pretended to protest.
Christian pushed him up against a wall and kissed him on the lips. It'd been a very long time since anyone other than Kyle had kissed Preston, and he drank it in like a fine wine. Christian's lips were full and soft, and tasted faintly of beer. When he slid his tongue into Preston's mouth, Preston sucked on it greedily, and his cock hardened instantly.
“I want you,
papi
,” Christian said, as he slid his tank top over his head and kicked his jeans to the floor. His thick uncut cock was already fully hard and throbbing in front of him.
Preston dropped to his knees and licked at the head, savoring the taste of the large drops of precum that seeped from the tip. He took the entire head into his mouth and licked around it with his tongue. When Christian moaned his approval, Preston opened his throat and swallowed the entire cock deep into his throat.
Christian grabbed Preston by the head and fucked his mouth fast and hard. It was obvious he wasn't looking for tender loving that night. “That's it, baby, suck my fat cock,” he said in his thick Mexican accent.
Preston held on to Christian's legs and sucked his cock as expertly as he'd ever done. He loved big cocks, and was adept at taking them deep down his throat and deep into his ass with equal talent. Christian's cock slid all the way inside his throat and pulled back out only after his pubic hair tickled Preston's nose.
“Fuck,
papi
,” Christian grunted, and pulled his cock out of Preston's mouth quickly, “I'm gonna cum!”
Just then the door flew open, and Kyle stood in the middle of the doorway, staring at the two of them. Preston was fully clothed, and on his knees in front of Christian, who was naked and hard, and pumping his cock right at Preston's face.
“What the FUCK is going on here?” Kyle yelled into the room.
“Oh, fuck,” Christian yelled. His whole body stiffened as he sprayed his load all over Preston's face and past it onto the floor behind him.
Preston just sat there, blinking as each spurt of cum splashed across his face, and watched as his lover watched, stunned, a few feet away.
When Christian finished emptying his load, he picked up his clothes and quickly pushed his way past Kyle without saying a word to either of the two American tourists.
Kyle just stood in the doorway, watched Christian hurry past him and down the stairs, then looked back at Preston. He was having a hard time catching his breath, and tears threatened to overwhelm him, but he bit down on his molars and forced them back. He would not cry over this.
“I'm so sorry,” Preston said, as he began to wipe the huge load of cum from his face.
“You're sorry?” Kyle asked. “Some fucking stranger comes up to me and tells me that a trashy local hooker has just seduced my husband and I'd better go stop it, and all you can say to me is ‘I'm sorry'?”
“I don't know what else to say.”
“Well, at least you have that saving grace. Because if you think there is something you
could
actually say to explain this or make it better, then you'd be a complete fucking idiot. And so would I for ever having believed in you.”
Kyle turned around and left the room. Preston saw him descend the stairs, and then he was out of sight.
Preston sat there for a moment, wiping his face, and trying to collect his thoughts. How could he have been so stupid? He was in love with Kyle. Madly in love with him. How could he have done this to the person he cared the most about?
“He left,” Christian said from the doorway. “Stormed out the door. He's pretty mad.”
“Gee, I wonder why?” Preston asked.
“You can spend the night with me if you want. I don't think it's gonna be very pleasant at your hotel room tonight.”
“Thanks,” Preston said as he stood up and brushed off his jeans. “But I think you've done enough for one night.”
“I'm really sorry,” Christian said as he grabbed Preston by the arm. “I really didn't mean to start any trouble. I just thought you were hot and I was a little out of control tonight. I didn't mean any harm.”
“It's not your fault,” Preston said, and kissed Christian one last time. “It's mine. I'm the one who should have had boundaries. You're amazing, by the way.”
“Thanks.”
Preston left the club and walked the ten blocks back to the hotel.
 
The moment he opened the door, he heard Kyle crying in the bedroom. His heart sunk to the pit of his stomach and he felt like vomiting. Watching his lover cry was the hardest thing he'd ever had to do, and in their five years together, he'd never once made Kyle cry. He walked to the bedroom door and knocked lightly.
“Don't even think about it,” Kyle said.
“Baby, please. I just want to ...”
“I can't deal with you right now. There are pillows and blankets on the sofa.”
“Can't we just ...”
“I swear to God, if you say another word, I'm gonna get up and leave. And I can't promise that this time you'll be able to find me.”
Preston dropped his head and leaned against the closed bedroom door. “I love you,” he said. When there was no response, he walked to the sofa and curled into a fetal position, fully clothed, and fell asleep.
The next morning Preston awakened to the smell of eggs and chorizo, and strong coffee. He was a bit confused. Where was he? What day was it? Then he looked around the room and remembered where he was. And why he was sleeping on the sofa and why Kyle was cooking breakfast and not sleeping beside him or getting ready to hit the beach.
“Coffee's ready, and the eggs will be in a couple of minutes,” Kyle said from behind him in the kitchen.
“You didn't have to make breakfast.” Preston stood and stretched to get the kinks out of his muscles.
“Yes, I did. I saw the frying pan there and thought I'd better start cooking some eggs or I'd find a better use for it while you were sleeping defenselessly.”
“Kyle, I am so sorry ...”
Kyle turned around and stared at Preston with that look that always stopped him in his tracks, and Preston shut up.
“Go shower and brush your teeth,” Kyle said. “I'll pour you a cup of coffee and fix you a plate of eggs. We'll talk over breakfast. Make it a fast shower.”
Preston did, and when they were sitting across the table from one another, he'd never felt like they'd been farther apart. From day one their relationship had been magic. They were that one “wonder couple” that every group of friends had and envied and wanted to be like. They were deeply in love and never fought over anything. So this was totally foreign territory for Preston.
“You hurt me last night,” Kyle said, as he sipped his coffee and looked Preston directly in the eyes.
Preston felt like he'd been stabbed in the heart. “I know. And I truly am sorry.”
“Do you love me?”
“Of course I love you,” Preston almost choked on his eggs. “What kind of question is that?”
“A better question is, if you love me, why did you cheat on me? And especially on our honeymoon.”
“Oh, God, I love you, Kyle,” Preston said, and started to stand up.
“Sit down.”
Preston sat down and poked his eggs around the plate for a moment. “Okay, so here's what I feel,” he said, and pushed the plate away. “You and I are amazing. I've never known anything like this, and neither have you, and neither has anyone we know. We are
too
good together.”
“What the hell does that mean?”
“It means that sometimes we're just too damned good and nice and sweet and ... predictable.”
Kyle gasped.
“Well, we are. Everything is so goddammed by the book and perfect with us. We don't smoke, we don't drink very much at all, we don't do drugs, we don't throw wild parties. We're clean and we're good and we're nice.”
“And this is a bad thing?”
“Yes,” Preston said a little too quickly. “I mean, no. It's not a bad thing. But sometimes I have the urge not to be quite so perfect. I grew up in a different era than you did, baby. Things were different for me.”
“You never did drugs or smoked or partied before you met me. You're the cleanest guy I've ever met. That's one of the things that attracted me to you.”

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