Desert Heat

Desert Heat Chapter 12 (New Beginnings)

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This story is radically different from what I usually write. There are no magic or supernatural elements, and there are no Dominant/Submissive relationships. This is a story about an older man (Fernando) and a younger man (Matty) who fall in love. Both are adults. It's also a story about Matty's cousin Jimmy who is being abused without his knowledge by a close friend, and a story about Fernando's son Johnny and his lover Alex Xiao, a basketball player and engineering student.

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My Stories

·        College Magic (authoritarian and sf/fantasy)

·        Jack and the Giant (sf/fantasy)

·        Sacred Submissives (authoritarian and sf/fantasy)

·        Bellus Cinaedus (authoritarian and historical)

·        Guardian Angel (authoritarian and sf/fantasy)

·        Nivean and the Dvergar (authoritarian)

·        Small Town Slave Boys (authoritarian)

·        Desert Heat (beginnings)

·        Eros in Arcadia (Sf/fantasy)

·        Constituent Services (Encounters)

·        The Dancing Princes 

Desert Heat Chapter 12
New Beginnings

I mistakenly said that last chapter was the day after Halloween. It was the day of Halloween. The parties were held on Saturday because no one likes to stay up late on a Sunday night. This chapter also takes place on the same day. Sorry for any confusion.

Matty

Jimmy and I were sitting on the couch in the Arizona room. He had some pizza and both of us had a cold can of coke. He was wearing an overly large t-shirt and I could see the shape of his penis under the cloth, so I knew that he was naked beneath the thin layer of cotton. He was staring at his plate and picking at his pizza.

I poked him with my foot. "What's up, Jimmy?"

He stuffed a piece of pepperoni in his mouth. "What do you mean?"

I laughed and scooted up next to him. "Jimmy, you're naked except for a tee-shirt. It's so big that it can only belong to Alex. And... um... can you... or will you... tell me what happened between you and Josh, and why you're here?"

He sighed and then said, "It's a long story."

"We've got time, Jimmy. We have all day."

He nodded. "Okay. You were right about Josh. I'm so sorry I didn't believe you. He's a total creep. He... um... he found out some things about me."

"He found out that you're gay, right?" I asked.

Jimmy looked at me and nodded. "I'm sorry I didn't say anything. I think I knew before Josh forced me to... before he made me realize the truth. I probably knew it, but was hiding it, or denying it, or something like that. Anyway, he took some pictures, or rather videos. They showed me sucking his dick."

He looked intently at me and panicked. "I didn't know Matty, I promise. I didn't even remember doing it. It was when I was stoned. I mean Josh gave me drugs that made me do it."

I gave him a look that made it clear that I knew better and that I knew that he knew better. He sighed and said, "I know. That's not how it works. Although, in my defense, they were strong enough to make me forget what I'd done. Josh gave me drugs that fucked up my judgement and that's what made me do things I should have known better than to do. But I can't help thinking that I wouldn't have done them if I hadn't really wanted to do them..."

Jimmy was my favorite cousin. He and I were almost the same age and we'd been in the same grade all the way through school. I wrapped an arm around his shoulder. "It's okay. These things take time to understand. I probably should have figured it out. There were signs, but you just seemed so straight most of the time that I ignored them."

Jimmy looked at me with raised eyebrows. "Signs? What signs?"

I sighed. "Don't get mad at me, but you never really talked about any of the girls you were dating. They seemed more like accessories than people you wanted to hang out with. You talked a lot about your teammates, and you always seemed to prefer hanging out with them. At least twice I heard you sigh loudly before answering your phone and talking to the girls you were supposed to be super into. And all the posters you put on the wall were of athletes."

He laughed and waved his hand like it didn't matter. "I'm a jock, Matty. It makes sense that I'd have athletes on my wall."

"But on the wall opposite our bunk beds you had posters of Cristiano Ronaldo and David Beckham," I pointed out.

He shrugged. "I like soccer. We didn't have a team in high school, but I used to play back in elementary."

I couldn't help but chuckle. "I know. That's why I didn't think anything about it, but they were both shirtless. I used to masturbate looking at those posters when you were out of the house."

Jimmy gave me a sly smile. Then he said in a very low tone of voice, "So did I, even though I tried to rationalize it by pretending I was picturing myself with a body like that, fucking chicks. That was just an idea in the back of my head. My eyes were focused on those two guys."

I punched him playfully and said, "Tell me again about how I was right about Josh."

He nodded. "Well, once I saw him harassing you, that was when I realized it. I was going to run across campus and stop him, but Johnny and Neto took care of it before I could get there. Then I confronted him. He showed me the video he'd made of me sucking his dick and begging to get fucked, and then he said he was going to send it to my dad if I didn't do everything he wanted."

He was upset. His voice was getting raspy, and he looked like he was about to cry. I knew him well enough to know that he needed to talk about it. I put my arm around his shoulder. "That means that he blackmailed you to have sex with him. That's not okay, Jimmy. We've got to tell Fernando. He's a cop. He can take care of it."

He nodded and then said, "But he didn't just make me have sex with him and Troy. They told me that I would have to start having sex for money."

"They made you become a prostitute?" I shouted.

He turned his hand from side to side and said, "Almost. They put me through training." He laughed sadly and continued, "I've probably sucked more dicks in the last week than you ever have. And I've discovered that I like it, Matty. I really like it, but I don't like them hitting me, and I have no desire to have sex with guys just because Josh and Troy ordered me to do it. Last night was supposed to be my first job. I was supposed to suck dicks at the party for twenty dollars a head, but Neto came in and rescued me. He was like an angel... or a ninja hero... or maybe a ninja angel."

The look on his face when he said Neto's name spoke volumes. I had to ask. "Are you and Neto together?"

He smiled and said, "We were together this morning, and it was... AMAZING! It was nothing like it was with Josh and Troy. I mean he sucked my dick, and I sucked his. We haven't had a chance to... you know... a chance to fuck, but we're going to if I have to jump him right in front of the guys."

We chatted for a while about other, inconsequential things. We avoided everything consequential like what our parents would say when they found out about us. But in the end, he did admit that he was failing several classes. I promised to help him get caught up.

Jimmy wasn't just my cousin. He was the closest thing I had to a brother, and he was my best friend. Ever since we'd come to college, we'd been pulled apart. I knew it was Josh and Troy, but in my heart, I felt like Jimmy didn't want to be my friend anymore. I wondered if maybe I had caused the rift by getting into things so quickly with `Nando. Now, it was like a huge weight that I didn't even know was there had been lifted off my chest. I felt like I could finally breathe again. I laid my head against his shoulder and said, "I missed you, Jimmy."

He patted my head and teased, "I know you did, Matty. You need me to keep you from becoming a total nerd."

I grabbed his waist and tried to pull him over so I could climb on top of him, but that didn't work. Jimmy was stronger than me. "I am a total nerd, but I'm not going to let you up until you admit that you missed me, too."

Jimmy wrestled me to the floor and held my hands over my head. "Maybe I missed you a little bit, but you missed me more!"

I knew it wasn't true. He knew it wasn't true. The two of us had been inseparable our entire lives. It was just an excuse to rough house. It was something we'd always done. And it had usually ended up with me pinned under Jimmy's body. Despite him being my cousin, I'd always gotten hard while we wrestled, but thanks to my recent experiences, I knew this wasn't exactly a sexual thing. This was, however, the first time I'd noticed that he too had gotten aroused. The fact that Jimmy was naked under a long tee shirt made it hard to miss.

And that's when the door opened.

Fernando

I listened to the story Neto had to tell me about blackmail and prostitution rings. My first instinct was to go find Josh and finish what I'd started back at Jimmy's apartment. That piece of shit deserved a good beatdown, and I wanted to be the one to give it to him.

Johnny could always read my moods; he came over and gave me a hug. "Papa, you need to calm down and come up with a plan instead of tracking this creep down and giving him what he deserves."

He was right. I was a better person than that, and I was a better police officer than that. I hugged him tight and thumped his back. "Don't worry. Tomorrow morning, I'll talk with Detective Miller. He'll know how to proceed. We'll catch both Josh and Troy, and we'll make them pay the legal way."

Neto smiled and said, "Sure. Get Uncle Harry to help. With you two on the case, those two limp dicked pimps don't stand a chance!"

Detective Harrold Miller was Neto's mother's brother. He was always trying to get me to take the detective exam so I could move over to the investigations department, but I'd resisted it. I liked patrol work. It gave me time to think.

Alex changed the subject abruptly. "Can I ask why we sent Matty and Jimmy out to the porch while we were talking about them?"

Johnny laughed and said, "Because they're... kids?"

Alex shook his head. "They're not kids. They're about the same age as Johnny."

I chuckled and ruffled my son's hair. Juanito hated it when I did that, and I knew he'd run to the bedroom and spend several minutes fixing it. "You're right, Alex. Maybe I should have sent Juanito outside with the boys."

Alex seemed annoyed at me. He pulled Juanito out of my arms and held him next to him. "Johnny's not a child and neither are those two boys."

Alex

I was being overly sensitive, but the fact that Johnny had felt he was being treated as my "junior partner" had led to him going off last night with a man he didn't really know and getting assaulted. Of course, I couldn't say that to Mr. Castillo. Johnny was afraid of what his father would do to Bob Cassidy if he found out, and after seeing his reaction to this news about Josh and Troy, I didn't blame him.

Johnny announced, "I need to go to the bathroom." Of course, everyone knew where he was going. Johnny was obsessed with his hair. It didn't matter to him that he looked good no matter what. He'd be in our bedroom for several minutes repairing damage to his hair that only he could see.

Fernando put a hand on my shoulder and gave it a squeeze. "You don't know Matty, Alex. I didn't want to force him to hear the truth about Josh and Troy because he gets disturbed easily. I'm just trying to protect him."

I pointed out the problem with that argument. "Don't you think Jimmy is telling Matty all about it right now?"

Fernando smiled at me and nodded. "Of course, he is, but Jimmy has known Matty his whole life. He'll be able to tell him without upsetting him too much. He'll be better at talking to him about serious matters than any of us."

"So, you're not treating him and Jimmy like juniors... like kids?" I asked. I had no desire to explain my hangup on this issue, but I couldn't let it go.

"If you want to go get them and bring them back in here, go ahead." He was smiling like he knew or suspected something that I didn't, or maybe that he was indulging me.

I went out back to the Arizona room. When I opened the room, I saw Matty and Jimmy wrestling on the couch. Jimmy was sitting on top of Matty, tickling him. "Say it, Matty. Say that you missed me."

Matty was giggling and thrashing around, but he was unable to dislodge his cousin. "Okay! Okay! I missed you."

Jimmy got off top of him and Matty giggled. "But not as much as you missed me!"

He dived on top of Jimmy and started wrestling with him again. "You need me more than I need you."

I had no idea what Matty thought he was doing. Jimmy wasn't very big, but he had some solid muscle on his frame. Matty was softer, more boyish. I stood there watching in silence until they noticed me. And when they did, they started laughing even harder and hugging one another.

Matty asked, "Are the adults done talking? Is that why you came to get us?"

It was the same thing I'd said to Ferando, but Matty and Jimmy were laughing about it, like they didn't care. Jimmy was pulling that old tee shirt of mine down to make sure everything was covered. And Matty was picking up Jimmy's plate and both their cans.

"You can come back in now, guys," I said.

I followed them out of the room, but stopped at my bedroom on the way back in. Johnny was just finishing his hair. I walked up and wrapped my arms around him from behind. He leaned back against me, and I kissed his neck. "Your dad shouldn't do that to you. He has to know how much you hate it."

He turned around and wrapped his arms around my neck. He stared into my eyes and said, "Thank you Alex, but Papa still thinks of me as a child. He'll come around. He's always teased me like that. And I don't hate it, so much as I find it kind of annoying."

I kissed his perfect lips and hugged him tight to my chest. "Just tell him, Johnny. He'll stop treating you like a kid if you ask him to?"

He chuckled and shook his head. "Papa is a great guy, but he's always liked teasing me. Sure, it bothers me, but he's my dad and I know he loves me."

It tore me up to see Johnny this way. He was laughing, but I could tell that it went deeper than he was admitting. In just the three months I'd known him, it was already clear to me how much Johnny loved his dad and wanted his approval. I started to stroke his hair and then thought better of it. Instead, I placed one palm against his cheek. I asked, "Just you? He doesn't seem to do it to Neto, and they seem as close as father and son."

Johnny replied, "More like uncle and crazy flamboyant nephew, but yeah, they're close. Papa has always treated all of us differently. My sister Adriana, my brother Carlos, Neto, and me. It's like he has a different thing with each of us. He's always been overly deferential to Adriana, treating her like a princess but in a joking way. He's always treated Carlos like... well like he was already an adult. To be fair, Carlos is strangely mature for his age. He always has been. And Neto; he treats Neto like a goofy sidekick. But me, he's always teased."

Thinking back to how calm and level headed Johnny has always been, and how he'd become sullen and petulant when his dad had teased him, I kissed his forehead and asked, "Did you always react the way you did today?"

"What do you mean?" he asked.

I didn't want to upset him, so I hesitated, perhaps a little too long. He asked, "What? You can tell me."

I inhaled deeply and then let it out slowly. "Well, Johnny, you pouted and... you acted like... well, you acted like a kid."

He gave me a wide smile that may have been a little forced. "Are you saying that I'm childish, Alex?"

"No! You're not," I said. "At least you're not childish when you're not around your dad. I've only seen you two together for a couple weeks but you're different around him. If you don't believe me, ask Neto. I'm sure he sees it too."

Johnny leaned against me and said, "Hold me, Alex."

I held him as tight as I could. It took him a minute to decide to speak. "You're right. As much as I love Papa, I always feel like a teenage boy when I'm around him. I want to tell him how I'm feeling, but my tongue gets tied and I can't do anything but pout at him. I know he doesn't mean anything by it, but I've spent my whole life trying to be what he wanted me to be, and sometimes I feel like I'm disappointing him."

I didn't want to tell him that at nineteen he was still a teenage boy. I was only two years older, but they were pretty important years. Besides, I'd always been mature for my age. Inside that smoking hot body of his, Johnny was still an insecure boy in many ways. He had more in common with Matty than I would dare mention to him.

Johnny's hands were rubbing my chest and he was pressing his dick against my thigh. He was beginning to get hard. He did that sometimes when he was needy. I ran my hands down Johnny's back and cupped his perfect ass. I squeezed his firm butt and then lifted him up so we could kiss without straining our necks. He wrapped his legs around me and I shifted my arms to hold him more securely. We kissed like that for a minute or so, then I had to sit down because Johnny had some solid muscle on his slender swimmer's frame. It was a lot more comfortable to make out with him sitting "cowboy style" on my lap. My dick was pressing against his butt and he was trying to break free from the confinement of his shorts and jab me in the abs.

"I need you," Johnny mumbled against my neck.

I kissed him very gently, just brushing his lips with mine. "Did you miss your morning fucking, baby?"

He smiled and batted his long eyelashes at me. "I did. Since we've been together, there have been seven mornings when I didn't get to feel you inside me."

I laughed. "You counted?"

He nodded. "And four of those you were away at that basketball camp in California."

I wanted to take him right then, but I didn't like to rush things with Johnny. The last thing I wanted was for sex with him to become boring, just a way to get off. I decided to delay my own pleasure and take care of my lover. He was feeling vulnerable this morning. After what happened last night, it was no surprise.

Somehow, I managed to maneuver him onto the bed, on his back, without making him get up. He reached down and undid the button at the waistband of his shorts. I took hold of them and pulled them all the way off his long shapely legs. He was wearing the tiny little black and gold thong I loved, and his cock was straining to get out of it. He smiled at me and pulled his legs back and held them to his chest. His beautiful hole was exposed except for the thin black strap of the thong.

I knelt at the foot of the bed and pulled that strap aside. I kissed his pretty anus, making him moan. "Oh yes, papi. Your kisses make me feel like a horny little puto. They make me want to beg to feel your big jock cock inside me."

I licked his ass slowly and then said, "Well, my little puto is going to have to wait for it because I'm going to make out with your pretty little butt for a while."

His hole was quivering, opening and closing quickly like it had a mind of its own and it wanted a kiss. I buried my face in his ass to oblige him. Johnny's butt was solid muscle, more muscular than mine. And he kept it shaved. He said it was for swimming, but he shaved everything. When he flexed, it looked like beige marble. I teased his pretty ring, licking the ring and then probing gently with my tongue. Johnny's moans grew louder as I Frenched his bottom.

When he opened for me, allowing my tongue easy access to his musky insides, he was crying, "Oh yes, papi. You know how to make my culo feel good. It's ready for you, papi. Push that big cock of yours inside me and show my ass who's the boss!"

I couldn't resist an offer like that. I pulled the pouch of his thong aside, freeing his six inches so I could gather some of his precum on my fingers. I rubbed it around the rim of his ass and then smeared my own precum on my cock. Johnny wrapped his arms around his knees and pulled his legs as far back and wide as he could. Damn! He was flexible.

I rubbed the head of my cock on his slippery hole and then pushed inside him slowly. He was yelling. "Chingame_, Papi!_ Fuck me like a bitch. Pound my culo into jelly!"

Johnny was a bit of an exhibitionist, but I knew he wasn't intentionally trying to let his dad know what was going on in here. He was just incapable of being quiet when getting fucked. I had a sudden vision of his father bursting through the door to stop me from defiling his little boy. I chuckled at the thought, and then I pounded him harder. I was leaning over him so that I could muster the greatest force because that's what Johnny needed right now. Sometimes he liked it slow and gentle and sometimes he wanted it hard and brutal. And right now, he was begging me to fuck him hard.

The best thing about this position was that my abdomen was slamming into Johnny's cock and balls. It wasn't enough to hurt him, but it was pushing him further toward orgasm. I was almost bouncing off his tight belly with each thrust.

Johnny's voice was normally a very sexy tenor, but when he was getting fucked, the pitch of his voice rose until it was almost a falsetto. "Yes, papi, yes. You hit my fucking gay spot with every goddamned thrust. Pound the cum right out of me, you sexy stud!"

Johnny wasn't the only one who'd missed his morning fuck. Maybe I'd misread the situation, but I thought he was too emotionally distraught for sex this morning. Turns out both of us had needed release. Between the warm tightness of his hole, the incredible handsomeness of his face, his toned and sexy body, and his loud vocalizations, I was ready to cum in no time.

And then Johnny's body tensed beneath me. His eyes grew wide, and he yelled, "FUCK! YES! AAARH! UHN, UHN, UHN, UHN, UUUUUUUUNH!" Each successive "UHN" was higher in pitch until he was almost shrieking.

When he came, his ass clamped tight on my cock and I exploded inside him, spraying his rectum with my seed. "I'm going to plant my seed so deep inside you that you taste my cum when you burp. TAKE IT, YOU SEXY BITCH! TAKE ALL MY SPUNK INSIDE THAT FINE ASS."

I came just as he was finishing. And then we both lay on the bed panting, our sweating bodies side by side, my left hand holding his right hand tight like I would never let him go. When our breathing returned to normal, we kissed and then used our mouths to clean the spunk off each other's body. Johnny had to change his underwear. He chose a mint green fashion jock.

He started to fix his hair again, but I came up behind him and hugged him. I said, "Leave it, Johnny. You're sexy no matter what your hair looks like. And if you go out there without your hair being perfect, it will show your dad that he can't upset you by messing it up. I think he only does it because it gets such a reaction from you."

He stared at himself in the mirror and then ran his fingers through his hair. With a sigh, he put the comb down and said, "Everyone's going to know what we just did."

I smiled at him in the mirror. "I don't care, Johnny. I'm proud of what we just did. You're the sexiest man on campus and I'm the one fucking you. Why the hell would I want to hide it?"

He pushed his butt back against me and said, "Matty's prettier than I am."

"I'd argue with you about that if you hadn't just worn me out. But even if that were true, he's a boy. You're a man."

Johnny turned around and kissed me passionately. Then he said, "Thank you, Alex. I needed to hear that."

Fernando

Jimmy took his bag of clothes and stuff back to Neto's room and Matty went with him. The two boys seemed happy to be reunited. When they were gone, Neto started packing up the leftover pizza and soda, but then he stopped and looked at me with a determined expression on his face.

Finally, he spoke. "You have to stop riding that boy so hard."

"Who am I riding too hard?" I asked.

Neto put his hand on his hips and replied, "Oh you know who I'm talking about. Your son Johnny. That boy does everything he can to make you happy, and you tease him all the time. You called him Juancito for years because of something that happened when he was a kid. And you can't seem to stop messing with his hair and his clothes. You know how much that bothers him, but you do it anyway. So... I am telling you now that you need to stop it."

I knew that I'd made Johnny angry when I mussed his hair. He gave me that same pout he used since he was a boy. My oldest boy was handsome, too handsome for his own good I thought. When he was little, my mother used to call him güerito and guapito, little "white boy" and "handsome little boy". (Ask me later about how subconsciously racist that was. She never made that fuss over Carlos whose skin was as dark as mine. Come to think of it, she'd never made that fuss over me. She reserved it for my baby brother who was just as light skinned as Johnny.)

Everyone had always fussed over Johnny and treated him like a little prince. I'd always thought it made him a little vain. He was more concerned with his hair and his clothes than my daughter Adriana had ever been. I felt he could use a little casual mussiness about him. His fastidiousness sent the wrong message. It made other men think he was shallow and frankly it caused them to underestimate his intelligence and his ability. Of course, the girls loved it. When he was younger, everyone thought he was such a ladies' man. Even in kindergarten the little girls had swarmed him.

I put my hands up and said, "You're probably right, Neto. It's just... Johnny needs to get over his fastidiousness. It's..."

Neto wagged his hand in front of my face and interrupted me. "...It's something he got from you!"

I frowned in confusion, "Tell me what you mean by that, because I'm not fastidious."

Neto rolled his eyes and said, "Oh, puh-lease! Imma gonna go over to your house and mix up the coffee cups and drinking glasses so they're on the same shelves, and then I'm going to mix up all the canned goods in your pantry, and then I'll put towels and washcloths of different colors in the bathroom at the same time."

"That's different. That's basic organization," I insisted.

"Mm-hm, and Johnny's hair is just basic grooming for him," he said.

He started to put the pizza boxes in the refrigerator, and I went over and took them out of his hands. I put them back on the table and got out some aluminum foil to wrap the slices in. Neto cackled and said, "And I was betting with myself whether you would wait until later and repack everything or just take over now and do it right, by which I mean the way you want it done."

I shook my head. "It's not the same thing. The pizza lasts longer without picking up refrigerator flavors this way."

Neto sighed, "You always have an excuse. How would you react if I went to your apartment and loaded the dishwasher with the bowls on the top and the glasses on the bottom?"

Now it was my turn to sigh. "Okay. I see your point, but... why is he so focused on his hair?"

Neto shook his head slowly. "You don't see it, do you? I have been friends with Johnny since he was in fifth grade, and I was in sixth grade. I've been in and out of your house ever since. What did I hear? Ariana is so smart. She's going to be a professor someday. Carlos is so mature. It's like he's already a grown man. And Johnny, he's so handsome. He'll be breaking hearts all his life."

"Hey, I always tried to squash that talk. It was Tito and Tita and their mother. I knew that Johnny was also smart and talented with the guitar."

Neto shrugged and said, "Maybe. But what I do know is that Johnny has the impression that his value is in his appearance. Oh, he knows that he's smart enough to get all As and Bs in his schoolwork. He knows that he's a good swimmer, a really good swimmer. And he knows that he can sing and play guitar. But, deep down inside, he thinks his value comes from his appearance, and when you mess that up, it makes him feel like you don't value him."

"He told you all that?" I asked.

Neto laughed aloud. "Tell me? That boy doesn't need to tell me anything. We've been best friends for seven years. We're practically telepathic! I know these things."

"I'll try to do better," I said with a smile.

Neto put a hand on my chest and gave me a smirk. "Oh, you'd better do better, Tio." He poked my chest and said, "Because now you have another sensitive boy to raise."

And that was the key. The way I was raised, being sensitive was the same thing as being weak. And Johnny had always been sensitive. Had I been subconsciously trying to "toughen up" Johnny the way my dad had done with my brother Mimo? Had I turned into my dad without realizing it?

Neto patted my arm affectionately and then started wrapping the pizza in aluminum foil. That's when Matty and Jimmy came into the room, laughing and pushing each other around. Then Jimmy put Matty in a friendly headlock and dragged him over to the table. I chuckled under my breath and said, "So do you, Neto."

"Can I help?" Matty asked.

And Jimmy nodded and said, "Matty and I can do it. You two go sit down."

"Thank you, sweet things. Tio Nando and I will just take a load off our feet," Neto said.

Neto and I had been sitting in the living room for just a few minutes when Jimmy and Matty came in with glasses of iced tea with slices of lemon and lime in them. And then Jimmy climbed into Neto's lap and Matty climbed into mine. Matty looked up at me and said, "I put two straws in so we can share."

He was so sweet. None of the guys I'd ever been with had been so... damn cute. It wasn't just his mouth that was smiling; his eyes were so happy they were sparkling. He was still holding the glass of tea, so I put my lips on one of the straws and gestured for him to do the same. We both drank at the same time. It was corny, but weirdly romantic.

Matty was sitting sideways on my lap, and I had one arm around his shoulders. Meanwhile Jimmy was sitting on Neto's lap with his legs on either side of his. He was leaning back, and Neto was kissing his neck. I didn't want to get too handsy in front of other people, so I limited my caresses to Matty's arms and chest. And I kept my kisses chaste. If it was Ben here or one of my other friends, I wouldn't be so reticent, but Neto had been at my house so often that he may as well have been my son. He used to come spend the weekend with us when Juanito and Carlito came to visit.

We were chatting about plans for the day when suddenly we heard loud noises coming from the back bedroom, high pitch sounds, "UHN! UHN! UHN!"

I looked over at Neto and he started laughing. "Sorry, Tio, that you have to hear that, but that is the sound of your handsome Johnny getting his ass pounded."

I couldn't help myself. I started laughing too. "Is he always so loud?"

Matty looked up at me and nodded. "Mm-hmm. It's like an alarm clock in the morning."

Neto said, "And now you can take comfort in the fact that Johnny wasn't having sex with any of the boys he had in his bedroom when he was younger, because you definitely would have heard him."

We'd stopped laughing by the time Juanito and Alex came back in the room, but we couldn't help but smile at them. Johnny blushed and said, "Sorry. Did you hear us in there?"

Neto gave him that sarcastic look of his and replied, "Honey, I am sure that the neighbors all know exactly what you were doing. Why don't you just take it out into the front yard so the world can get an eyeful to go with the earful you give them every morning."

Johnny blushed and Alex pulled him tighter against his chest, then the two of them went to sit on the couch. Johnny looked... rumpled. He'd been so neat, even as a child, that I couldn't remember the last time I'd seen him looking less than perfect. I was suddenly overcome by an unusual feeling, like a flash of anger. I couldn't put my finger on it at first, and then it came to me. Seeing Johnny, obviously freshly fucked by his boyfriend, with Alex's arm possessively around his shoulders... it was the same feeling I had the first time I saw Ariana arm in arm with her boyfriend Quique. Damn! Now that I knew that Johnny was a self-described bottom boy, was I getting all overprotective of him like I had his older sister?

I shook my head to get rid of the unwelcome thoughts, but from time-to-time images of Alex with hands on my boy crept into my imagination. Be better, Nando, I told myself. Just be better.

Neto

We spent the day together. At one point Johnny got his guitar out and played a new song he was writing for us. It was good. Then Alex insisted that Johnny show his dad the three videos he'd put up on TikTok. He projected them to the TV so we could all watch. Nando was impressed with his son's talent and gave him plenty of encouragement. And Jimmy was staring at Johnny with the wide and appreciative eyes of a newly awakened gay boy. He was incredibly aroused, wiggling his butt against my dick and making almost subvocal little moans of appreciation.

It was just a few days ago that I'd joked about getting myself a little white to hold on my lap, and now I had one. And he was squirming around on my lap. He'd made me hard a while ago and now it felt like he was trying to rub an orgasm out of me in front of everyone. I squeezed his hard cock, making him jump and then I whispered in his ear, "My room, right now."

Jimmy announced, "I've got to go and get something," before heading into the bedroom.

I waited about a minute and then said, "I'll go check on him."

Nando gave me a smile and shook his head knowingly. "Yeah. You'd better make sure he doesn't get lost."

Alex and Johnny laughed, but Matty blushed prettily, causing Nando to kiss him gently and hug him tight. I stood up and stared right into Johnny's eyes and said, "I've just got to help that boy fix his hair. I'll be right baaaaaaack... "

Johnny was blushing and burying his face in Alex's chest when I left, but Alex was laughing. Nando had a strangely pained expression on his face, but I couldn't stop to figure him out right then. I had my own boy to take care of.

When I opened the door, Jimmy was sitting on the bed looking both contrite and mischievous, like he didn't know if I was going to come in aroused, angry, or both. I shut the door and smiled at him. "You are a very naughty boy, Jimmy."

He looked up at me, his own impish smile playing across his face and replied, "Does that mean that you have to spank me?"

I strode over to the bed and pushed him down onto the mattress. "Is that what happened to you when you were naughty at home, sweet thing?"

He nodded at me, grinning from ear to ear. I grabbed his hips and flipped him over onto his stomach. I smacked his butt through his shorts and said, "Do you think you deserve a spanking?"

He pushed his butt up and said, "I think I need a spanking."

I rubbed his butt and grew serious. "I'll spank your fine little butt, if you want me to, Jimmy. And I'll even play your naughty little boy game, but we need to be clear that it is just a game. I'm not into bondage, domination, or any of that stuff. I am into a little erotic spanking and role-play."

Jimmy wiggled his butt again. "I know that, Neto. If it were a real spanking, like my dad used to give me, you'd have a belt in your hand, and I wouldn't be begging you to do it."

"So long as we're clear," I said. Then I pulled Jimmy's shorts down, exposing his smooth white butt. It was framed by a pink fashion jock and his little hole was calling to me. I sighed and then said, "It's too bad you haven't had a chance to clean up down there because you have a very pretty little culito."

He turned his head to look at me and spread his legs as far as he could. "I didn't have my pussy cleaner in the shower – I don't know what it's really called, but that's what Josh and Troy called it – but they made me switch to a really high fiber diet and I cleaned up with my fingers this morning and everything looked good."

I rubbed his hole, making him moan and arch his back even more. Then I stopped and smacked his white cheeks, making him yelp. I hadn't hit him that hard, but I'd left a pink handprint on his cheeks. These white twinks were more fragile than I thought, or maybe that was just what happened with white skin when you smacked it.

I rubbed his butt slowly. His smooth skin felt like silk beneath my hand. "Did I hurt your tender white cheeks, Jimmy?"

"No. Spank me harder, Neto. I like it when it stings a little."

"Mm-mm-mm, cute, sexy, and kinky. You are definitely a dream boy, Jimmy."

I spanked him harder and asked, "Like that, sweetie?"

"Harder!" he said.

I smacked his ass hard enough to make the sharp sound of flesh on flesh. Jimmy moaned, "Like that, Neto. Keep doing it."

I had no idea what kind of fantasy Jimmy was playing out in his head, but he seemed to want to get a hard spanking. I was surprised how turned on I was getting. Maybe it was the fact that he was totally into it, or that I was helping to fulfill his erotic desires. I'd never been turned on by this kind of thing before, but damn I was enjoying this scene. I reached down under him to check that he was in fact enjoying it, and I felt his raging erection through the sopping pouch of his jock.

I spanked him some more, his ass getting progressively warmer and pinker. He was calling out encouragement. "Fuck yeah! Warm my ass for me, Neto. I really need that. Treat me like the bad little boy that I am."

I stopped when his ass had turned an almost angry red. I grabbed the lube off my nightstand and rubbed some on his hole. He groaned. "Oh God, yes, Neto! You're making my pussy tingle."

I rubbed it harder, working more lube into it, then I pressed my index finger through his tight hole into the tight, warm interior. "Is that what you have here, Jimmy, a hungry bussy?"

"Yes. Play with my bussy, Neto!"

I pulled my finger out. It looked clean, clean enough to fuck at least. I applied more lube and this time worked two fingers inside him. "Is this what your bussy is hungry for, Jimmy?"

He moved his hips around, like he was trying to get my whole hand inside him. "That feels good, but my bussy wants more. Can you... you know... can you fuck me. I saw the look on Johnny's face when he came back into the room, and it made me need to get fucked."

"Have you been fucked before?" I asked. I needed to know how I had to approach it.

My fingers found his g-spot and he squealed, "YES! Josh and Troy have both fucked me. Not at the same time, they said I had to work up to that."

I had a lot of experience, but double penetration was not something I'd even fantasized about. I chuckled. "Are you looking forward to that?"

"Maybe." He sounded a lot less sure of himself now. "But I really want to feel you inside me. I want to get fucked by someone I actually like."

I was reminded again of how traumatic this boy's coming out to himself had been. It made me want to hold him and cuddle him; and it made me want to go kick Troy's ass again and then hunt down this Josh. But that would have to wait. Jimmy's little hole had opened up to welcome a third finger and his ass was dripping with lube.

I took off my clothes and pulled out a condom. Then I pulled it down over my dick. Like Jimmy, I was on PrEP, but that didn't stop any other STDs, so it was better to be safe than sorry. I had no idea where Josh and Troy had been putting their dicks.

I rubbed the head of my dick across Jimmy's hole. "Are you ready for Auntie Neto's dick to pound your bussy, sweetie?"

"Fuck me hard, Neto. Break my bussy!" He cried.

Despite his pleas, I pushed inside him slowly. He may have been fucked a lot in the last couple of weeks, but I was afraid of hurting him if I was too rough. Nine inches is a lot for one little twink to take. He grunted and moaned, but he took the first six inches or so without complaint. And that's when I poked his inner sphincter.

"OH YES! It feels great when you sink all the way inside like that."

I laughed at him and pulled his hand back to feel the two to three inches still outside his sweet little bussy. "Oh honey pie, I still have a way to go to get inside you all the way, but this is as far as I'm going this morning. We'll work our way up to the whole thing."

He cried out, "Mm! Damn, that's amazing, but I want to see you when you fuck me. Can we do that?"

"We can do anything you want to, baby," I replied.

Then I pulled out and flipped him over. He stretched his arms over his head. He had the most delightfully cute little jock body I'd ever seen. You could tell he played sports in high school. He wasn't bulky. He was slender, not skinny like his cousin, but his body was toned, and I could see his muscles clearly beneath his skin. I ran my hands over his smooth chest and then tweaked his nipples. His little dick jumped in the confinement of his jock.

I pulled the pouch aside and freed his cock to spring up and jut toward the ceiling. It was thin and only about five inches long, but I thought it was pretty. I ran a finger along its length, making him shudder and arch his back.

"You're an eager little boy, aren't you?" I asked.

He nodded and said, "Yes. I'm eager to get fucked.

He pulled his legs up to his chest so he could grab them under the knees and spread them out as far as he could. He was much more flexible than I thought he would be. I thought that he would have been the most popular boy in high school if he'd shown all his jock buddies what he was showing me now.

I pushed my cock inside him slowly again. This time I could see the look on his face. It was a combination of pain, pleasure, and intense concentration. But the most amazing thing was that his dick was leaking an unbroken stream of precum, like my cock was pushing it out of him.

I ran my hands along his smooth hips and thighs. "You've taught me something I never knew before, Jimmy."

"What can I teach you? You're a god damned superhero?" he asked with a smile.

I took hold of his jaw and ran my thumb across his lips. "You've taught me how pretty a tiny jock twink looks with my big cock impaling his sweet little ass. Do you plan to keep your body this smooth?"

He nodded. "If you like it, then I like it."

"Oh, I like it, alright," I said.

And I was still struggling with how much I liked it. I felt like I was discovering a fetish I never knew I had. Not for white boys. I knew I liked white boys... and black boys... and Asian boys... and Latino boys. (Do not ask how many times I whacked off thinking about Johnny back in school.) No, I think I was discovering a fetish for little guys. It had started when I saw Matty in Nando's arms and now that I had Jimmy stretched out beneath me, it was like the point was being driven home. His slender but muscular arms, and legs, his narrow hips, flat tummy, and cute little penis. It was making me feel powerful, but still entirely fabulous, so maybe I was fabulously powerful!

He looked up at me with a serious expression on his face and said, "Don't touch my penis again or I'll cum as soon as you do. Josh and Troy had me training my pussy so I could cum that way, and I think I can if you fuck me long enough."

I patted his cheek gently and said, "We'll do it that way, but I am going to suck that little thing once you cum because it looks delicious to me, bobbing around down there covered in boy cream."

He smiled at me and nodded. "You look delicious, too."

I pulled partway out and then thrust inside him again until my cock was pressing hard against his inner sphincter again. I kept up that rhythm, making sure to hit his prostate every time I thrust inside him. His penis spurted more precum with each stroke. And he was crying out, "GOD YES! FUCK ME GOOD NETO! FUCK MY LOAD RIGHT OUT OF ME! POUND MY BUSSY GOOD!"

"Mm-mm-mm. Don't worry for a moment, my little jock stud. Auntie Neto is going to take care of your tight little bussy."

I couldn't stop rubbing my hands along his smooth thighs and belly. What I really wanted to do was to lick it, but that would have to wait. Jimmy was pushing his tight butt back onto my cock with each thrust like he was trying to get those last few inches inside him. But I was going to hold out. This was our first time together and I wanted to make it one hundred percent pleasure for him. I'd pop his inner cherry another day.

Damn I was getting close. Jimmy's tight little ass was milking my cock and the pressure was beginning to build in my nuts. A shiver ran down my spine and my cock felt tight. My breathing started to grow ragged. "Oh, sweet thing, I am going to burst any minute now."

His little cock was red and throbbing. I ran a single finger down the shaft. He let out a high-pitched squeal. Just that one touch was all it took to push him over the edge. His cock began to spew, and his asshole clenched like it was trying to bite my cock in two. And that triggered my own orgasm. My cock tensed and then every muscle in my torso seemed to work together to push that load out of me.

"YOU SEXY LITTLE FUCKER! TAKE MY LOAD INSIDE YOUR BUSSY, BABY, `CAUSE I'M CUMMING NOW!"

I had to hold back to keep from thrusting all the way inside him and punching through his second hole without warning. I gripped his thighs and sprayed his hole with my seed. He was moaning and moving his ass like he couldn't get enough.

When our throes of passion finally subsided, I pulled out of him with an almost audible plop. Then I knelt at the foot of the bed to lick his sweet boy cream from his sweat slickened body. And when I was done, he pushed me down onto the bed and pulled the condom off my dick so he could suck it clean.

Matty

First it was Alex and Johnny and then it was Neto and Jimmy. And I was sitting on Fernando's lap getting hornier with each passing moment. I didn't really care what our plans were for this afternoon, so long as I got to spend more time catching up with Jimmy, and I got to go home with my sexy cop and ride his cock tonight.

It was a lot louder when Jimmy started screaming than it had been when Johnny did because the door to Jimmy's room was just up a short hallway from the living room. I'd grown horny enough that I had to adjust myself in my pants. It didn't make me any less horny that Fernando's arms were wrapped around me, and his right hand was gently rubbing my neck. His strong masculine scent filled my nostrils and that always shot straight to the pleasure centers of my brain – and straight to my dick.

Johnny looked over at us with a guilty smile and said, "If you two need to go... um... fix Matty's hair, you can use our room."

I was embarrassed enough to press my face into Fernando's chest, but I didn't have to worry about trying to say something witty. Fernando pulled me tighter against him and kissed my neck. "No. I don't think I'll be getting romantic with my querido guapisimo in the other room where you all can hear. A dad needs to keep a few things private from his son, I think."

When Neto and Jimmy came back in the room, everyone had a laugh, but neither of them seemed embarrassed. Neto had his arm around Jimmy's shoulders and Jimmy had his arm around Neto's waist. And then Neto used his free handle to tousle Jimmy's hair, and he announced, "I think we got Jimmy's hair taken care of to his satisfaction!"

Then he winked at Johnny and sat down in the other chair, pulling Jimmy back onto his lap. We decided to stay in for the afternoon. Apparently, every event, no matter how small, meant a big meal to Fernando's family. Neto, Alex, and Johnny called some friends and invited them over. Then Alex and Johnny ran to the store to pick up supplies, while Fernando and Neto cleaned out the big wood burning grill in the backyard. Jimmy and I were given the task of cleaning up the area under the pergola. Jimmy used the weed whacker to cut some aggressive grass that grew up around the posts. Then he trimmed back the bougainvillea. I was given the task of cleaning the wooden picnic tables.

Fernando, Johnny, and Neto had done this kind of thing before. They seemed to know exactly what they were doing, but when Alex and Johnny returned, Alex joined me and Jimmy in fetching and carrying things. Neto showed us how to make Jamaica. I'd drunk it a lot growing up in southern Arizona, but I had no idea that it was just very strong hibiscus tea with cinnamon, ginger, allspice, sugar, and lime. We brewed it and then put it in the chest freezer out back to cool it down.

Then we were tasked with cutting vegetables and cheese (Mexican queso quesadilla was too soft to grate well), while Fernando and Johnny prepared the meat. Neto was showing Alex how to press out corn tortillas from masa. We were all working as the other guests started to arrive. Some of them brought beer or wine.

Fernando grilled steak and chicken. Johnny came over to put the tomatoes, chiles, onions, and lime together to make pico de gallo (which Fernando had already informed me was not salsa). And when Josue, one of Neto's friends, took over the cooking of the tortillas, Neto came over to make calabacitas. He gave me a brief hug and said, "Squash, corn, onion, garlic, chiles, and a crazy amount of cheese. It's delicious and will let you enjoy veggie tacos."

I didn't know Josue, Marcel, Jeremiah, Jordan, Carlos, or Daniel, but they were really nice. There were no women present because the two heterosexual couples they'd invited were busy. I was kind of glad, not because I didn't like spending time around girls, but because this gave me a chance to meet more gay guys on campus – well, except for Josue and Marcel. They were roommates, and both were between girlfriends right then.

Dinner was excellent, which was no surprise since Fernando was a pretty good cook, and apparently Johnny and Neto were too. Carlos and Daniel had brought rice and beans, but they stopped at a local restaurant to buy them on the way over. Everyone but me ate carne asada and pollo asado tacos. I'd never had calabacitas before, but they were really good. And everyone praised the Jamaica we'd made.

When the sangria was opened, Fernando said, "None for Matty or Jimmy." Then he kissed me on the lips and added, "I'll give you a sip or two out of mine."

I heard Neto say the same to Jimmy. I was sure that some of the other guys were underage, but all of them were having a little and several of them had had beer before dinner. But Johnny sat down next to Jimmy and showed us his cup. "Jamaica for me. I'm not drinking alcohol again... not for a long time."

I couldn't read the expression on his face, but I felt that there was more to the story that he wasn't ready to tell right then. Johnny was always so nice to me. He treated me like a younger brother even though he was just a few months older than I was. I made a note to talk to him or Fernando later.

Fernando and I stayed until about 4:00 p.m. Then we had to go home. Everyone else was planning to stay until later in the evening, but our apartment complex had planned a safe event for the kids. Tonight was Halloween. All the adult parties were last night because no one wanted to party late into the evening on a Sunday.

We'd already decorated our door and bought small gift bags for the children. We were both looking forward to seeing the kids in their costumes and handing out the treats. There were a few pieces of candy in each bag, but we'd also put a pencil, a pen, an eraser, and some stickers, all with Halloween motifs. The pencils had witches or ghosts on them. The pens had pumpkins on the caps. And the erasers were shaped like bats or jack o' lanterns.

We took home some of the leftovers and put them away. Then we got everything ready. At 5:30, Fernando kissed me and said, "Before you get into your costume, go take a shower. You can check your butt with your finger, but don't douche again. You shouldn't do it more than once a day. The kids will stop coming by 10:00 o'clock tonight and then I am going to give you a proper treat."

Needless to say, I ran to the bathroom to get ready. We'd had sex that morning, but I couldn't wait to do it again. I'd gotten so horny hearing the sounds coming from the other rooms, and also from Fernando touching me in a more romantic way all day. I made sure that I was clean. I was tempted to douche anyway, but Fernando would be mad if I disobeyed him – and he usually knew best in these situations.

When I finished in the shower, I put on my costume. Tonight, Fernando and I were both dressing up as vampires to hand out the gift bags. We didn't choose scary costumes with realistic fangs and gory makeup because we would be dealing with kids.

Starting just after 6:00 p.m. we had a non-stop stream of kids coming to the door. We ran out of the sixty gift bags we'd prepared before the last trick or treaters came by, but Fernando was prepared with the single serving size canisters of Pringles potato chips he'd picked up for just this occasion.

When 9:30 p.m. rolled around, we hadn't had a visitor for almost half an hour, so we turned off the porch light, locked the door and started getting ready for bed. Fernando came up to me and wrapped his arms around me. He ran his fingers through my hair and then pulled my head back so he could kiss my neck. His stubble rubbed against my smooth skin and sent shivers down my body.

His hands rubbed my chest through my shirt, then he unfastened it one button at a time and kissed his way down my chest. He pulled the shirt off my torso, then tossed it on the futon. He rubbed his stubbled face across my chest and then put his mouth over my nipple to suck it gently. I moaned, "Oh, Fernando! You make my whole body feel alive."

His hands took hold of my waistband and unfastened my trousers. He let them fall to my ankles and then lifted me up so that they fell onto the floor. Fernando stepped back and put his hands on my hips. "You're always beautiful, Matty, but seeing you standing there in your cute little briefs..." He put his hand on my erection and squeezed it gently, then continued, "...fills me with a burning need to make love to you."

I wrapped my arms around his neck and said, "Do it, Fernando. Take me now. Make me your boy!"

Fernando kissed me and then said, "Let me strip down first."

He stood back and started to unbutton his shirt. I flung myself back onto the futon and spread out. "Now it's my turn to enjoy a show."

Fernando smiled at me. "Is that what my boy wants?"

I nodded eagerly. "Show me how you strut your stuff, stud."

He started humming a stripper theme and slowly unbuttoning his shirt. When he finished, he tossed it to me. I held it up and inhaled deeply. I was already hard and leaking, but his scent was making me lightheaded. He kicked off his shoes and then began to slowly lower his trousers, exposing his blue boxer briefs. He was also erect, and his powerful dick was a lot bigger than my own. It was making a tent in his underwear, and I could see the massive wet spot that darkened the pouch. I was swallowing hard.

Then he danced over and straddled my legs with his knees on either side of my thighs. He thrust his erection toward me and then took my hands. He pulled them up to his hips and put them on the waistband. My hands were trembling as I pulled them down revealing his masculine bush and his amazing cock. I leaned forward and licked the precum off the head of his cock.

He shook his finger in my face and said, "No. Not yet."

He stood up and dropped his boxer briefs then he held out his hands. I took them and he pulled me to my feet. He crushed my lips with his own and pulled me tight against his chest. He slid his hand down to my butt and lifted me up so he could hold me in his arms. Then he carried me over to the table and laid me down. He took hold of my briefs and pulled them off me. Then he pushed my legs back and kissed my hole.

"I never get enough of the taste of your little culito."

He used his tongue to tease me open. It was like my entire brain shut down and the only thing that existed was my ass and his tongue. Even my dick seemed irrelevant in the wake of the pleasure shooting through my body. I could feel my hole relaxing.

"That's it, chico. Open your sweet culo for me."

I whimpered. "My culo wants you inside me, Daddy."

Fernando stood up and ran a finger along my penis, collecting precum to lubricate my hole. Now he was pleasuring me twice, once when he rubbed the head of my dick and again when he rubbed it into my hole. I was reduced to begging. "Please, Daddy, fuck me now. I need it."

He rubbed his cock against my hole and pressed forward until he popped inside. A sharp pain ran through me at the moment of penetration, but Fernando pressed his lips to mine and ran his hands slowly and sensually along my hips. He held his position until my ass relaxed enough to accommodate him. Then he pushed further inside, brushing against my prostate with the entire length of his cock. Once he'd sunk all the way to the root, he held it there while I caught my breath.

"Put your arms around my neck, chico."

I did and he stood up, supporting my body against his strong arms. The feeling of my macho lover holding me in his arms, while he lifted me up and then let me slide back down on his cock, made me feel precious and small. And that feeling sent thrills running up and down my spine. Another guy may have felt weak and emasculated, but I felt safe, loved, and... fulfilled, like I was exactly where I wanted to be, where I needed to be.

Fernando fucked me gently until a warmth began to settle in my ass and to spread slowly through my penis and then to creep across my skin. I was flushed, I was covered in sweat, and I was panting. I cried, "I'm going to cum, Daddy!"

Fernando kissed my forehead. "Go ahead, chico. Cum for me."

My eyes grew wide, and my whimpers grew louder and higher in pitch. "UH... UH... UH... UH... OH MY GOD PAPI, I'M CUMMING NOW. AAAAAARH!"

Fernando held me tighter and groaned. "Me too, chico. Your hot little culo is sucking my load right out of my pinga. YES! YES! YES! OOOOOOOH!"

He didn't let me down. He carried me into the bedroom, his cock slowly softening in my ass. He didn't pull out until he'd placed me gently on the bed. Then he turned off the lights and crawled in next to me. He wrapped me in his warm arms and pulled the sheet over both of us. My ass was still throbbing from getting fucked twice today, but I couldn't imagine wanting to be anyplace else but where I was.