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S T E F A N

What goes around comes back around.

That was the thought running in my mind when my baby threw me the most innocent question ever. I think I felt heady from too much shock and my heart sputtered when he delivered the question to my ringing ears. My mind went back to Devon's reaction earlier and I think I owe him an apology. It was wrong of me to make fun of him when he passed out earlier because I think I'm about to lose consciousness too. My pulse quickened and my chest drummed faster.

"Baby, kiss me. I need to breathe," I was able to muster despite my racing heartbeat and Oliver captured my lips in a haste and I opened my mouth so he could lend me some of his air and taste his honeyed sweetness.

My heart began pumping and the electrifying kiss jolted my senses awake. I felt my lungs expand and my breathing easier. I tilted my baby's head and began to suck his throat. My hand snaked under the hem of Oliver's pajama shirt and my fingers slowly squeezed and rubbed his soft and smooth skin. His fingers went to my hair and gripped it softly, as we shared a slow and fiery kiss.

Oliver broke the kiss and dropped a few pecks which toned down my whines and protests. He giggled softly and caressed the side of my cheeks. "What happened, daddy bear? Was it expensive after all?"

I gulped hard and my heart was slamming against my chest. "Baby... the mile-high club is..." I trailed off, unsure if I should tell my baby what it means. I licked my lips and tried to loosen up my rigid posture.

"Hmm? What is it, daddy bear? Please tell me. Please? Please?" He asked cutely and bit his lips, and I know it's a done deal.

I gestured to him to lean towards me so I can whisper my answer over his ears. I noticed how Oliver's cheek almost exploded from redness when he turned to me with his mouth gaping. He blinked several times and squealed to hide under my chin when he finally realized what he was asking of me.

"My baby is still innocent as ever," I chuckled softly and hugged him tighter. Oliver groaned and mumbled incoherently, but I was able to catch "embarrassing" and "Jesse's gonna get it". I just rubbed his back until he was able to face me again. That must have been humiliating for my baby.

After a few minutes, he got out of his hiding place and with a pout on his lips, cupped his cheeks. He was looking everywhere but me, and it was quite amusing. "Baby, we don't have to do it if you're embarrassed. The punishment's not that harsh right?"

It seemed that I got his attention with that. "The punishment. Oh my God," his eyes widened and his cheeks became redder than ever. Now that piqued my curiosity. I wonder what kind of punishment it is to make my baby blush so hard.

"What's the punishment, baby? Is it hard? Do you want me to ask Jesse if he can let you off?" My hands went to his thighs and rubbed them comfortingly. Oliver shook his head and went silent for a few seconds. He was thinking about something so hard, as he threw shy glances at me.

I had to control myself not to call Trevor and ask Jesse what the punishment is about.

Oliver lifted his gaze slowly and swallowed hard, as he shifted on my lap uncomfortably. "Daddy bear? Um... can we do the consequence? I'm still too shy for the punishment," he whispered and tucked himself back on the hollow of my throat. When I asked him what the punishment was, my cock pulsed and I knew my baby felt it.

My mouth went dry and my body tensed as my dirty mind began to conjure different scenarios of my baby doing the punishment. I think it was meant to torture us when Jesse included it for their game.

Fuck. A strip show? Just imagining it is enough to make me dizzy and my cock leak furiously. The sight would be too much for my senses and I would definitely explode.

However, the first option, which is Oliver's consequence, is not any better. It has been four days since our sexy time, as Oliver likes to call it, and I will burst any moment.

"Baby," I rasped and my tongue trailed a wet path on his earlobe. Oliver whimpered and gripped my shirt, as his warm breath tickled my throat. Oliver leaned back and when his hazy eyes met mine, I threw all caution to the wind and claimed his lips hungrily and fiercely.

Oliver moaned inside my mouth and I can't help but groan and close my eyes to savor his sweetness. Fuck, my baby is so sweet and delicious. Not only that, his arousing scent is adding to my raging libido, making my dick hard and painful.

My lips transferred to his forehead and they stayed there for a few seconds before I spoke. I closed my eyes and did my best to calm my heavy panting. "Baby, can we do it? This is not because of your consequence. It has been days since we did it, and I absolutely miss you, my love. I can only hold on for so long," I husked and I almost came in my pants when my baby nodded and smiled shyly.

"I also miss having you inside of me, daddy bear. Please take me and own me."

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August 24, 2020

9:00 AM

XXX Airport

La Paz, Bolivia

The moment we stepped off the plane, a shuttle was already waiting for us. They took care of our luggage while I did my best to keep my baby within my reach. Oliver has been bouncing on his seat as we get nearer to the airport, and his radiant smile also affected everyone on the plane.

Oliver tugged my shirt and beamed at me. "Daddy bear! I am so thrilled! Where should we go first? Should we ride the teleféricos first? How about Mirador Killi Killi? Or...or... Plaza Francisco? There are so many places to visit, daddy bear! I can't choose," he added with a pout and he snaked his arms around my waist and rested his chin on my torso, his cute gaze trained on me.

I chuckled and kissed his jutted lips. "And we'll visit them all, baby. First, we need to freshen up at our suite and rest for a while, then figure out what we can do for the rest of the day. Is that alright with you?" I brushed his soft curls and my baby nodded cheerfully.

"Thank you, daddy bear. Another kiss, please?" He adorably requested and I happily obliged. Oliver giggled and buried his face in my chest.

It took us about an hour before we reached our hotel, and it was Trevor who spoke to our driver to inform him of our plan later. He already contacted the travel agency for our five-day itinerary here in Bolivia, and the last day would be spent in Uyuni before we go back to LA. I'm still a bit nervous about my plan, but I hope it goes well.

A bellhop gathered our luggage when we entered the hotel and the manager was there to welcome us. I let Trevor handle all the conversations and other arrangements, while the others already went to their respective suites.

Oliver's fingers were intertwined with mine as we entered the elevator; my sweet baby was brimming with excitement and joy and it made me feel so much pride for being the reason my baby is happy.

The elevator dinged, signaling our stop. The bellhop was already waiting for us and I thanked him by giving him a huge tip. The boy smiled and went on his way after helping us with our bags. I swiped our key card on the slot and Oliver twisted the knob to open the door.

He squealed and turned to me with his sparkling hazel orbs. "Daddy bear! I love it. We can see the overlooking view of the city here." Oliver ran to the glass window and gasped at the view. I smiled and shook my head, and carried our luggage to our room.

The room was huge and complete with amenities; flat screen tv, wifi, aircon, dining room, and a kitchen outside. The room has a king bed and I nodded in appreciation when I touched the sheet. They followed my instruction when I requested that everything should be cotton. I don't want my baby to irritate his skin. As much as possible, even if we are in another country, I want him to be comfortable and safe.

The shower room was large and had a jacuzzi. It also has a huge bathtub and when I had a glimpse of the wall mirror, a smirk played on my lips. This is interesting. After officially joining the mile-high club, my need for Oliver escalated. It was one of our mind-blowing experiences because our sexy time in our dressing room back home was still the sexiest ever. The sexual tension between us never diminished, rather, it intensified.

Every single day, as Oliver discovers himself, I can't help but fall for a new side of him that pops out. I also love how he became so vocal about his needs. Before, he would get shy when we talk about sex, but there are those times when my baby becomes aggressive and initiates the deed. Fuck, he looked so hot and sexy that time.

The door to our room opened and Oliver ran to me with a giggle. "Daddy bear. This is so amazing. I can't wait to go out and explore," he exclaimed and I chuckled.

"Baby, we need to rest first. Remember, La Paz is 3,500 meters above sea level. We could contract a bad case of altitude sickness, and I don't want that, okay? Relax, we have five days to enjoy ourselves. For our last day, we will go to Uyuni and experience the mirror effect of the salt flats," I added and Oliver gave me a bright smile.

He nodded, grabbed my hand, and pulled me closer. "I understand, daddy bear. I don't want us to get sick, too." He sat on the bed and rested his head on my stomach. "Daddy bear, cuddle time before a shower and lunch?"

I ran my fingers through his hair and Oliver sighed pleasantly. "Of course, baby." I removed my jacket and shoes, and my baby did the same. He giggled when I asked him to remove his pants, and he obediently followed. I lifted him and he wrapped his legs around my waist. I can feel his soft legs against my firm torso, and the delicious sensation got my pants tighter. Still, I ignored my hard-on and buried my face in his neck.

"You smell wonderful, baby. I love your scent. It drives me crazy and gets me so horny." Oliver giggled and wound his arms around my neck, flushing his soft body closer.

"I also love the way you smell too, daddy bear. It's so addicting, and it makes me feel safe." I smiled at his answer and headed to the top of the bed and sat down. There's no better place for my baby than have him straddle on my lap. Oliver gazed at me fondly and gave me a soft smile. I let him be as he brushed the strands of my hair from my face, and when he dropped a few light kisses, I wasted no time and made it deeper.

Kissing my baby is like ingesting an aphrodisiac. It's so addicting, arousing, and hot. When Oliver moaned and mewled, I knew that our cuddle time would turn into a make-out session.

It did, and if not for our schedule, I would have my baby writhing and squirming beneath me as his face twisted in an unadulterated pleasure; or I could be slamming myself in his tight hole against the wall mirror in the bathroom, as I witness his ethereal beauty in the throes of passion. But alas, that plan would be for another day. Because a half an hour later, Trevor called and asked us to go down for some grub.

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12:10 PM

Café XXX

La Paz, Bolivia

I arched my brow and gave my brother a scrutinizing gaze when I noticed his happy mood, while Noah was on his side, blushing furiously. Chris was smoothing the front of his shirt and his chest puffed out. I wonder what happened last night. Chris looks like a sated husband while Noah was an embarrassed bride after they consummated their marriage.

When Chris glanced at me, he raised his brow, seemingly proud of himself as he leaned against his seat with relaxed movements. I shook my head and chuckled. So that's it. They also joined the club last night.

As for Devon, he has a relaxed appearance, his hand on the back of Elijah's head, affectionately stroking the boy's hair, a permanent smile on his face. Elijah was no better. The boy was trying his best not to flush and kept his eyes from wandering toward Devon, but every time he does, his blue eyes sparkle and looks at Devon with a soft expression.

On the other hand, Jesse and Trevor were busy flirting at each other, but the silly grins on their faces and the way they stared at each other with that yearnful look were enough proof that the two are deeply in love with each other. Who would have thought that all of us will be able to find our loved one which is close to impossible if we think about it. Some people live their lives and not be able to find that one person who can complete them, until their last breath. Lucky are those who have someone to love them, while others are wishing and praying for that special person, which sometimes, the lucky ones take for granted.

I glanced at my baby and wrapped my arm around his shoulders. Just one look from him gets my stomach fluttering and my pulse racing. The world can fall apart and I won't even realize it, because Oliver commands my attention and my senses. I want to have him on my lap and flush him against me, but I have to restrain myself.

The café we decided to have lunch at was one of the recommendations of Elisa, our tour guide for the whole duration of our trip. She took us to a place that serves Bolivian treats and dishes. The décor of the shop was cozy and homey, with a splash of warm colors on the walls and native trinkets and antiques displayed on the locally-made furniture. The chairs, tables, and practically everything inside the café scream native influence.

The scent of coffee, vanilla, and something sweet filled the space, coupled with soft chatters and giggles from the other customers. Based on their light countenance and relaxed posture, they are quite satisfied with the service.

Since we are quite a huge group, ten people to be exact, including our driver and Elisa; the manager guided us here on the second floor. It added a sense of privacy, but we can see from our position the customers downstairs. I turned my attention back to Oliver and fixed his jacket. The weather today is a bit cold, and it will get colder later in the evening. It can drop as low as two degrees Celsius, which is not surprising.

La Paz is, after all, the highest administrative capital in the world, resting on the Andes' Altiplano plateau.

"We could start the walking tour at Plaza San Francisco and enter San Francisco Basilica. I think it would be better if we start with light activities to acclimate yourselves. Breathlessness has been a part of our lives, but for tourists, it can be challenging," Elisa explained and we nodded.

"That's a good idea. It doesn't matter if we cannot follow a strict schedule. We'll just do whatever we can with our limited time. We can do the other activities tomorrow," Devon replied and all of us sent words of approval. The group started to discuss the places they like to explore, and it seems that we all have different things we want to do.

Devon and Elijah want to explore the museums and other historical sites in La Paz; Chris and Noah will be going on a foodie trip, to broaden Noah's knowledge of different cuisines; while Trevor and Jesse will scour the markets because Trevor's parental unit is a sucker for souvenirs. They have explicitly told Jesse to leave Trevor here if they did not bring any souvenirs. Trevor just dismissed the threat and he was more than grateful for his parents for loving Jesse like their own.

"How about you, baby? Where do you want to go tomorrow?" Oliver glanced up and a sudden flash of excitement filled his eyes.

"I want to go to the Witches' Market, daddy bear. I want to see up close the different concoctions, herbs, and dried llama fetuses," he dropped casually and I noticed how Trevor's body tensed up when Jesse escaped from Trevor's grasp and muffled his squeals by covering his mouth.

I bit my lip to stifle my laugh. Trevor looks hilarious when Oliver mentions llama fetuses. It seems that he was not expecting that kind of destination. As for me, I was not surprised at all. My baby told me a few months ago that if he ever had the time to visit Bolivia, he wants to visit the Witches' Market. He was intrigued by the culture that he wanted to see firsthand.

"OMG BFF! We'll go with you. I want to buy some amulets for Mom and Dad," Jesse referred to Trevor's parents and bobbed his head enthusiastically.

Trevor's face, on the other hand, turned ashen and his shoulders tightened. He was staring at Jesse in perplexity and I knew he wanted to protest, yet despite the horror reflected in his eyes, his lips tugged upwards when he noticed how happy Jesse is. He relaxed his body and heaved a deep sigh, then leaned against his seat. My friend knows when a battle cannot be won.

Our attention was captured by the sound of the footsteps climbing up the stairs and the scent of coffee beans, beef, herbs, and spices tickled our noses and got our mouths watering.

The waiter set down five plates of pique macho; the large portions enough to feed us all. The huge plates were filled with beef, sausage, boiled eggs, potatoes, onions, and green and red peppers.

According to Elisa, a number of the population consider this the national dish of Bolivia, but others give the title to salteñas.

Salteñas is a Bolivian breakfast pastry filled with meat, peas, carrots, and sweet sauce. The trick to eating the pastry without spilling it all over yourself is to bite the one end and shake it before drinking the juice. After that, you can devour the rest of the delicious treat.

Well, we are planning to visit Paceña la Salteña later on to have a taste of the Bolivian treat. Only a true local would be able to eat the baked pastry without spilling its juices. That is something the locals take pride in.

After setting down our coffee drinks, another waiter arranges our plates and cutleries. Included in our meal were jankaquipa, a soup made of corns, onions, and potatoes; a pork dish known as mondongo, and some cold treats to wash our palate.

After having a hearty meal, we proceeded with the tour. Even if it's still one in the afternoon, the sun is not that hot and tolerable. The moment we stepped out of the café, the sound of motorcycle engines revving, cars honking and rushing by, and the lively conversations and interactions of the locals and tourists alike welcomed us.

The people are busy minding their businesses, and experiencing the hustle and bustle was more interesting than observing it from our hotel room. I tucked Oliver on my side and Trevor did the same to Jesse. Devon held Elijah's hand because he was afraid that Elijah would get lost or bump into somebody, while Chris walked on Noah's left to make sure that the latter is safe from rushing vehicles and scurrying people.

When we reached the covered walk, we observed some people having their shoes shine on our right, and if we looked past it, a spacious and elevated open area can be seen with locals and tourists enjoying their stroll and the fluttering of pigeons on their feet.

From our position, we can already see a glimpse of the magnificent San Francisco Basilica which dates back to the colonial era of Bolivia. The architecture was Neoclassical in style and the colonial influence was evident in the structures of the cathedral. According to Elisa, it took a whopping 152 years to build.

After a 45-minute tour inside the cathedral, we headed to Plaza Murillo, an important historical and political site in Bolivia. The plaza was officially named after General Murillo, one of the heroes of the Bolivian independence movement. There were also locals and tourists taking photos of the tall monument located at the center of the plaza.