Eddie / Alvaro

Queer as folk?

No, I don't mean you.

It's the TV series I'm talking about.

Brilliant, huh?

If you watched the US version, I bet you're thinking of a move to Pittsburgh.

Or, if it was the original British version, maybe you're thinking of relocating to Manchester.

But, then again, after a minute's reflection - and a quick wank - maybe not…

And that's because, if you did watch it, you could be excused for thinking the spirit of romance in both those places is dead.

OK, guys are having a lot more sex these days than ever before.

There's even been a lot more types of sex we've found out about in the past couple of decades - like safe sex and cyber sex.

But there doesn't seem to be as much love about, don't you think?

Today, though, I'm bringing you a glimmer of hope.

Because, it seems to me, that by moving out of the big city and coming to live in a quieter, more relaxed place, I've rediscovered romance.

Not romance for me, mind you.

I'm just a dyed in the wool sex-addict, pure and simple (aka cynical old queen).

But there must be something in the air round here.

Because the spirit of young love is blossoming all around me, right as I tell you this.

God knows how they clicked, or even how they found each other.

But, without me noticing what was going on (I was probably too preoccupied with those hot and dirty Duarte brothers at the time!), Eddie and Alvaro have become something of an item.

Eddie, you'll remember, was the shy young kid who I caught spying on me on the day I was taking the pictures of Max and Carlos.

And you last saw Alvaro when he was taking a stroll through the forest a few weeks ago and, not knowing that he was being watched and photographed, did just what nature intends hot boys to do when they think they're on their own.

Of course, because they've been hanging around my place for quite some time now - and keeping me and all my visiting friends happy and satisfied in the process - the two of them have lost all their inhibitions in public.

I was just sitting in a lounger, enjoying the free show, when I noticed Eddie getting into the water on the pool's far edge.

Now at that stage I thought nothing of it.

That's because the boys who come to my place are more than ready to interact physically with me and my friends - but unless they're being well paid to put on a "show" of some sort they usually steer well clear of so much as even touching each other.

But, if I'd been surprised by the immediate physical contact between these two cuties, I was even more surprised by what happened next.

And from Alvaro's more than positive reaction to Eddie's lip attention, I guessed at once that this wasn't happening for the first time.

After the hours he'd already spent that day relaxing in the tropical sunshine, Alvaro was clearly ready to join wholeheartedly in the fun.

And that seemed to give Eddie no end of pleasure.

And, especially, to give his "end" no end of pleasure too!

I don't know how those boys felt about it all - for the next hour or so they just ignored me.

It was as if I wasn't there.

Afterwards, though, I think I worked it out.

They'd wanted to tell me something about themselves but were too shy - and too macho - to say it in words.

Love, eh?

After an hour of pure energy, Eddie and Alvaro just collapsed in a tangled heap of limbs on the poolside.

And me?

The two of them had got me so worked up that I wandered off to try to find the Duarte brothers.

I might not be part of Eddie and Alvaro's private little world for now, but Max and Carlos Duarte were a different kettle of fish entirely.

The only boys they're in love with are themselves.

But, in the meantime, they sure as hell know how to give an old dyed in the wool sex-addict a darned good time.

Most of the time these days, in fact, they're not bothering to put on any clothes at all as they lounge around the pool.

But, as it happens, on the day I'm telling you about Alvaro was floating on the cool, clear waters, just taking in the sun.

And for once he was wearing trunks - though that might just have been in a futile attempt to hide the stiff dick that was clearly and obstinately visible to anyone who cared to take a look.