Diego awoke to the sunlight tricking through the beaded blinds. Rain Down Temple was so beautiful in the early morning. It had been nearly a month since he first arrived, he had never felt better.
Gazing at his reflection in the window, Diego stroked his salt and pepper beard. His facial hair had grown out, revealing his age. He, admittedly, would dye his hair when at home, if only to appear professional to potential real estate clients. Looking at his reflection in the window he looked rugged, disheveled, perhaps even a little homeless, but he looked like his real self. For the first time in perhaps years, Diego felt at peace.
A few days ago he had to say goodbye to his student, and good friend, Sara Foster as she set off for college in California. On the bright side, he was able to show her the new tattoo he got in her honor, to go with his ever-growing collection. Thoughts of saying goodbye to dear friends brought about feelings of loneliness.
"Remy?" Diego stretched his back and looked at the empty space in the bed. "Right," he chuckled to himself. Dr. Remy Desilva and his staff did not actually live at the clinic. Diego's condition had improved the point where he did not require around-the-clock care. His actual alarm clock went off at seven am the small bell ringing from the side of his bed. But just as quickly, it was silenced. Diego stood still, letting the warmth of the sun caress his skin as he opened his robe. "Remy? Is that you?"
"Who else would it be?" answered the young doctor in his usual laid-back surfer voice. He put his arms around Diego's waist, letting the robe fall to the floor. Remy's shoulder length hair brush against Diego's cheek and he kissed his lover's neck. "I missed your gorgeous body."
Diego moaned. He felt tingles covering his skin as Remy's soft lips sucked on his, neck moving up towards his jawline. At 6'2" Diego's body was naturally large but without access to his home gym, vitamins and protein powder his body had transformed to become slender and strong. "I've missed you too."
"Your beard smells so good. Have you been using the stuff I brought for you?" Remy had surprised him with a 'body oil' meant to soften and moisturize facial hair. With the sweet scent of orange and clove, Deigo had taken to using it on various other body parts, much to his lover's visible delight.
Remy kissed Diego's lips while tracing his index finger along the wrinkles under Diego's eyes. Deigo knew the lines became more prominent when he smiled but at that moment the expression was unavoidable.
Upon seeing him smile Remy paused, looking deep into Diego's eyes. "I think you should move in with me."
Diego chuckled. "And your housemates?"
"The house is huge, plenty of space." He kissed Diego's lips pulling him towards the bed. the beds at the clinic were queen-size mattresses, as opposed to typical hospital beds. the perfect size for making love or even holding each other, but not so ideal for spending the night. "What's the matter?"
Deigo leaned back on the bed, spreading his legs. "I didn't say anything."
"You didn't have to," Remy paused, stroking his fingers down Diego's stomach. His body was soft but strong. "What's wrong? Are you concerned that all of your personal effects are at your house? Your expensive electronics, your real-estate contacts, and of course your clothes. But I have to admit, I prefer you like this."
Diego ran his fingers through Remy's hair, massaging his scalp as the young doctor rested his head on Diego's lap. "Did you really come to work at seven in the morning to kiss my stomach?"
"I like to take my time." Remy positioned himself on the bed. "Do you know how difficult it is to drive a biodiesel stick shift with a raging hard-on?" Remy opened his khakis to reveal boxers soaked with pre-cum, his hard cock pressed against his stomach. The young doctor spat on his hands lubing up his manhood before penetrating his lover deep and hard.
Diego clenched his muscles as he felt a rush of intense pleasure. he gripped his cock and attempted to masturbate using his pre-cum as lubrication. "Do you really want to keep an old man as your sex slave?" Diego asked as he struggled to keep pace with Remy's ferocious energy.
"First off, mid-forties is not old. And second; if anything I would be your slave, to do with as you pleased. When my roommates and I are at work you could write, paint, and I know you love to cook..." Remy worked Diego's shaft, pulling down his foreskin to expose more of the wet, sensitive tip until a large load of cum emerged. And then another. Like a tube of toothpaste, every tender squeeze brought about more cream. "Yeah, that's what I want." Remy placed his hand to his mouth, licking Diego's cum from his fingers. "Every night that we're not together, I lay in bed naked thinking of you." He leaned in to kiss Diego's lips. "I can jerk off until I'm numb, but nothing compares to the warmth of your body."
Diego felt Remy climax inside him, their bodies moved as one being, united by pleasure.
"So what do you say, D?"
Taking Remy's advice Diego would, that day, leave his past behind him. Although he was taller then Remy, his roommates had a few items of clothing that fit; loose fitting items such as ponchos, robes, wraps. But he did prefer to walk around in the nude, to meditate and pray.
