Desert Heat

Desert Heat Chapter 15

Desert Heat Chapter 15

The Storm Breaks

Neto

Nando woke me up at seven in the morning. On a Saturday! He held his finger to his lips and whispered, "Shh. Get up so we can go jogging. I want to talk with you."

I got up carefully so that I wouldn't wake Jackie up. He looked so cute lying there curled up next to his cousin. They looked so much alike that they could be brothers, with their blond hair, slender build, and fair skin. Jackie was a little taller and a little more muscular, but the difference was minimal. I kissed his temple gently and then hurried to dress in a spare pair of Nando's running shorts. He was a couple of inches taller than me and only a little broader through the middle, so I was able to tie them tight enough to make them work.

We left the apartment quietly and locked the door behind us. Nando had left a note taped to the inside of the bedroom door where the boys couldn't possibly miss it. It read, "DO NOT OPEN THE DOOR FOR ANYONE!"

We were close enough to the Santa Cruz River that we could jog over and then run along the park. No water flowed in the river this time of year, but there were some retaining pools and the landscaping was nice. The nice thing about Tucson in November was that it was cool enough in the morning to jog comfortably. It wouldn't hit eighty degrees until later in the day.

Nando inhaled sharply and said, "You took on a lot of responsibility for that boy last night, Neto. Are you prepared to live up to it?"

Of course Nando would be bringing me back down to Earth, obliterating the emotional high I had been enjoying, basking in my heroic deeds from last night. "I know how to live up to my obligations, tio."

I said tio with a tone of voice that made it mean "dude" instead of "uncle", and his face said that he'd noted the shift. "Good, because you promised Jackie that he could stay with you. That means that he's yours now. He doesn't have anyone else, or anywhere else to go. And... well, you have a reputation for... um... a rapid turnover in boyfriends."

"Jackie isn't Matty, and our relationship isn't like yours, tio," I snorted. "Jackie wants to experiment a little, and I'm more than happy to help him find his own way. And, let's not get it twisted, he is going to be faaaaaabulouuuuus."

"Mijo, no one could better teach Jackie how to be fabulous than you, but he has no money to pay rent. He has no money to pay for food. He's failing almost all his classes. He needs a papa as much as he needs a friend and a mentor."

I patted Nando on the back while we jogged. "I promise to make him eat and to make him study in between all the wild orgies I'm planning for him."

He gave me a look that was supposed to make me feel like a chastened child. Instead, I laughed. "Relajate_, tio_! Chill yourself out! I can do the right thing, and if I have any questions on how to be his abuelo, I will just call you up and ask your advice."

He shook his head and exiled sharply. "You'd better, mijo, because I'm tempted to make him stay with me until he gets his grades up. Things aren't going to be easy for him going forward."

I rolled my eyes and then put a hand on Nando's arm. "Stop! Let's walk for a while and I am going to try my best to be serious so you'll hear what I'm saying. I understand your concern, however I do not share that concern. I have every intention of helping him get his whole life on track before I let him out of the nest. Don't you worry about Jackie."

"He's not a toy, Neto."

I sighed again. "I know that, too. But the key to navigating life is not to take it too seriously; that's where the party starts. He's had a rough start and he deserves to have a good time as well as getting serious about his future. And if I fuck it up, then I expect nothing less than for you to sit me down and chew my ass for it."

"If I have to, you'll deserve it."

"I know that, too, Nando."

He stopped walking and pulled me into a hug. "I'm proud of you, you know. I always have been. You're like another son to me. I just... I need you to know that I can't let Jackie fall through the cracks. He's Matty's cousin, and he means a lot to him. And I'm here for you if you need me."

I squeezed him tight and replied, "You've always been there for me, Nando. I know you will be in the future. I've got this. I may need your help along the way, but I've got this."

He patted my back and said, "Good. Now we're going to run all the way back to the apartment."

I was in good shape, but I could barely keep pace with him. Either Matty had made him young again, or he made him feel old and in need of a good workout. Nando's old ass proceeded to run me ragged.

Matty

When I woke up, I was still holding Jackie in my arms. We'd cried ourselves to sleep last night. The encounter with Uncle Bob had left us both a mess. It was like our whole world had come crashing down on us. We were now officially no longer in the closet. If Uncle Bob knew, it meant that my mom knew. There was no way he was going to keep his disgust from his sister.

I wondered where Fernando was, and why Neto had left Jackie here last night. Jackie woke up while I was getting out of bed. "Wow! It's morning. Did we sleep all night?" he asked.

"Yep, looks like it," I replied.

I looked around the room until I found our shorts. They were folded neatly on the chest of drawers. I tossed Jackie his and pulled mine on. That's when I noticed the note on the inside of the door. I pulled it down and opened the door a crack. I could hear Fernando and Neto talking so I breathed a sigh of relief. I didn't know what I'd been thinking. In hindsight, the note had clearly meant not to open the apartment door for anyone, but after last night, I'd been a little panicked when I saw it, like I expected Uncle Bob or maybe Josh and Troy to be wandering around the apartment without bothering to check the bedroom for us.

I went out into the living room. Fernando and Neto were making breakfast. I wanted to run over and give him a hug, but I ran for the bathroom first. Before I could close the door, Jackie pushed his way inside with me. "We've got to share. I'm going to burst!"

The two of us stood side by side and emptied our bladders at the same time. I did this all the time with Fernando (one of the benefits of being in a relationship with another man!), but Jackie and I hadn't shared a toilet since we were kids. He looked over at me apologetically. "Sorry, cuz, but I think we slept twelve hours last night and I couldn't wait."

When we were finished, we kept bumping each other out of the way while we were washing our hands at the washbasin. We were still laughing and pushing one another when we joined our men. Neto was busily frying eggs, but Fernando came over and hugged us both, one in each arm. He kissed Jackie on the top of the head and then kissed my lips.

"Buenos dias, Chicos! I thought I was going to have to wake you up."

"Can I help?" I asked.

Fernando smiled and shook his head. "No. Just take a seat at the table and wait. It'll be a few minutes."

Neto called out, "We cooked, so you two get to clean up the mess."

Jackie and I frowned at each other at the same time and started giggling again. We both hated cleanup but there was something about the two of us being close again that made us turn into kids. The table was in the corner. Jackie and I took the adjacent seats against the walls because there wasn't a lot of space back there.

Within minutes, Neto and Fernando carried the plates to the table. They'd made huevos rancheros. It was another dish Fernando often made for me a lot because I loved eggs and beans. My plate and Jackie's plate each contained a single corn tortilla covered with refried beans and one egg sprinkled with crumbly cotija cheese. The pico de gallo and chopped avocado were served in bowls for us to add as much as we liked. Fernando and Neto had twice as much.

Jackie didn't like avocado, but I loved it. We never had to worry about it going bad (which it did so quickly) because I always ate whatever was left in the bowl.

During breakfast we chatted about the day. Mostly it was Fernando telling us what we'd be doing, but we were able to jump in at certain points. Since Fernando had to work at noon and wouldn't be home until ten, he asked Neto to stay with us. It was easier for me to help Jackie with his work here because it was usually quiet.

Fernando was insistent on one point. "Do not go anywhere without Neto, and don't let anyone in."

"Can't we go swimming?" Jackie asked. He was a lot less willing to just do what he was told than I was. And I was secretly glad of it. It was still in the seventies during the day, but by the end of November it would be too cold to use the pool.

Fernando looked to Neto. "What do you think?"

Neto sighed and teased, "I suppose that would be o-kay, if you both promise to obey me in all things."

We nodded and agreed, but Neto gave us an imperious look and said, "Repeat after me."

"Neto is the queen and we are his pretty minions.

Queen Neto's word is law, and we will obey him without question.

And if we don't obey, Queen Neto will march our skinny butts back to the apartment and spank us soundly."

He paused after each line and we repeated the words exactly, although he sounded like a real queen from the movies right down to a fake English accent and we had to restrain ourselves from giggling at the utter silliness.

Neto rolled his eyes and sighed. "You can laugh now, boys, but take the situation seriously. I don't trust Josh, Troy, or... sorry, Jackie... but I don't trust your dad."

We agreed, and then he became even more protective. "And you two will make sure to put plenty of sunscreen on unless you wait until five or six."

Fernando was always concerned that I would get sunburn because of my fair skin. Before I moved in with him, I did often have a faint pinkish burn. Neto stood up and shooed Ferando into the bedroom to get ready for work. "Vete al trabajo! I don't need you trying to micromanage everything and you need to go to work."

Fernando pulled me into a hug and kissed me. "Forgive me, boys. I worry when I'm not here."

Then he whispered in my ear, "Do you want to come help me get ready, Chico?"

I smiled and nodded. "Si, Papi! Me lo gustaria mucho."

I was studying Spanish online and I was proud of my progress. I thought that I'd said, "Yes, Daddy! I would like that very much."

I must have got it right because he said, "Bueno, Chico. Besame!"

He puckered his lips and I kissed him. Then he led me to the bathroom where he immediately started pulling off his clothes. "Desnudate and get the water ready."

I didn't know the word, but it contained the syllable "nude" so I figured it out quickly enough. I stripped and started the water. He liked it hotter than I did, but I was getting used to it. He followed me inside after brushing his teeth. His cock was like a steel rod poking me in the belly.

I took hold of it and stroked him gently. "Can I help you with this, Papi?"

He sighed and said, "I don't have a lot of time so... I don't want to be selfish."

I shrugged. "Don't worry about it. When there's time, you always take care of me. Let me suck your big dick so you don't have to go to work like this. You can suck mine when you come home."

I didn't wait for permission. I knelt in the shower and kissed the head of his cock. Since time was short, I didn't waste much time before I peeled back his foreskin and sucked the first few inches into my mouth. He'd been exercising and he still tasted salty and musky. I tightened my mouth and sucked while running my tongue along the frenulum. I used one hand to stroke him vigorously, while I massaged his balls with the other.

There was something very erotic about submitting in this way, kneeling before him, sucking his cock, giving him pleasure while fully aware that I would not be receiving any myself. At least not yet. My time would come and then so would I.

"You're getting very good at this, mi corazon. I'm going to feed you my leche any minute now."

I paused just long enough to say, "Me encanta tu leche, Papi." (I love your milk, Daddy). Then I swallowed him again so I could show him just how much I loved it.

Fernando ran his hands through my wet hair and moaned. "I love you, mi chico delicado. Your mouth is like heaven: warm, wet, and so damned smooth."

I mumbled my thanks for his praise and redoubled my efforts. I knew his body well enough to know that he was close to orgasm. Despite my efforts to swallow every taste of him, saliva was running down my chin to combine with the water running over our bodies. His hands had moved to my shoulders and he was massaging them gently while I suckled on his cock.

Suddenly his body tensed and he gripped my shoulder tight, his fingers digging into flesh. "Here it comes, Chico. Come mi leche!"

His seed flooded my mouth. I rolled it around with my tongue so I could enjoy the musky flavor before swallowing. And I swallowed it all, continuing to suck and to tease the head of his cock until I'd extracted the last drop.

Fernando pulled me to my feet and crushed my lips, thrusting his tongue inside my mouth to claim it as his own. We made out for a few minutes and then we cleaned ourselves quickly before getting out. I followed him into the bedroom and lay on the bed watching him while he dressed in his uniform. He took the opportunity to kiss me several times as he dressed and then left me with a sigh.

Johnny

It was Saturday morning and the Swim and Dive team had a meet against the University of California. Luckily it was a home meet so they were the ones who had to travel. It wasn't that much of an advantage but it did mean we had a chance to sleep in our own beds. I had given Alex a wake-up blowjob as soon as I was lucid. He always refused to fuck me in the morning when I had a meet because he insisted it would interfere with my performance. And then he'd teased me that he would only give me his cock later if I won, but I knew that once I started, he wasn't capable of stopping me. And I felt that it helped to focus me on the event if I knew my man was satisfied.

He had basketball practice but I knew he'd rush over to the aquatic center as soon as he was finished. When I saw Marly and Simone sitting in the bleachers I knew that I could expect some of the other basketball players as well. I was friends with all the basketball girlfriends, but I was closest to those two. When I came out onto the deck, Marly whistled loudly and then they waved and shouted. "WE LOVE YOU JOHNNY CASTILLO!"

My teammate, Dirk, poked me in the ribs and said, "You have your own cheering section. Do they know you have a boyfriend?"

Marco threw an arm around my shoulder and said, "Of course they do. Didn't you know that Johnny, Marly, and Simone are the three hottest of the basketball girlfriends? You should see the photos in the UA Alumni magazine!"

I sighed and shook my head. I should never have told Marco that it bothered me. Now he teased me about it every chance he got. He wasn't being mean. He was just being Marco. Everything was a joke to him. I didn't know why, but it did make me feel better when he made light of the situation.

Marly and Simone had been joined by Janet, Tina, and Luz. They were hooting and blowing kisses at me, so I blew one back at each of them. The coach yelled, "Castillo! You have time for your fan club later!"

The University of California team was laughing and shouting, "WOOOOOOOOO!"

But when the referee blew his whistle we all quieted down and took our places. The pool was my emotionally safe space. Here, I knew that I excelled. I didn't have to second guess myself or try to measure myself against Papa and his impossibly high standards.

Even though I was taller than him now, and I wasn't the skinny kid I used to be, he was still so much more... macho than me. There wasn't really an English word that could say it better, that meant all the various things that word meant to me. He was stronger, physically and emotionally. He was responsible and he always protected everyone around him. He knew exactly what he wanted and he was... perfect. He made me feel like a child just by being there.

I felt guilty because of how relieved I was that he had to work tonight. I wanted him here to watch me, but every time he showed up, I tried so hard to be perfect that my performance suffered. And I couldn't say anything to him. He could never know. It would crush him, and he didn't deserve that.

Simone

We all loved Johnny. It was great having him as part of our group. I knew that he was uncomfortable, that he felt sidelined even though he was an athlete in his own right. But the truth was that he wasn't the only one. In our group, Trish and Kayla were cheerleaders and Monique was on the women's track team. The fact was that Tucson was a basketball town and the basketball team sucked up all the attention. And since this was America, the football team got all the rest. As far as women's sports, they always took a back seat to the boys' teams.

When there was a swim meet on campus, we tried to show up to support Johnny. He didn't return the favor, but that's because boys, even gay boys, can be so oblivious that they can't see what's happening in front of their eyes. And frankly, boys were more emotionally fragile and needy. All of us babied our boyfriends even more than we babied Johnny.

Not that we minded coming to swim meets. We were all straight or bi, and watching a bunch of very fit guys in soaking wet speedos was no burden at all.

Josh

Imagine how successful our business would be if we could get the swim team working for us. I sat there in the bleachers watching the match. Seeing these guys perform had me hard as a rock. They all had amazing bodies, and several of them were extremely handsome. Of course, Johnny was the one who had my attention. He was tall and lean; with a six pack I could see from across the room. And I'd seen his face up close that time he'd gotten in my face over Matty. He was almost impossibly good-looking. No one looked like that outside of magazines and the movies. His skin was smooth and unblemished, with a color of the lightest shade of brown you could imagine, almost as white as mine. His lips were perfectly formed and full enough that you just knew they would feel amazing wrapped around your cock. And his ass! What could I say about that ass except that it was the most perfect bubble I'd ever seen; muscular, round, and so tight that his speedo showed every curve and plane.

I'd been following him whenever I caught sight of him on campus. Not only was he ridiculously good looking, but he was the one who'd forced me to back down. That was when my luck had turned. Everything had gone downhill since then. And he was the son of that cop who'd slapped me around the other day. It would be perfect to get my revenge on Officer Castillo by fucking his handsome son. I'd wanted to bring Troy in on it with me, but after the way he'd reacted when I sent that video to Jimmy's dad I was afraid to tell him about my plan.

Alex

After practice, some of the guys and I hurried over to the aquatic center. They were going because their girlfriends insisted, but I was going because I wanted to support Johnny. After that Halloween fiasco, I didn't plan to ever let him think that I didn't value and respect him, not ever again. The girls had saved us some seats higher up in the stands where we could see the whole pool.

We came in just in time to see Johnny climb the 10m platform. He was a good swimmer, but whenever I saw him dive, I was overcome by his agility, his strength, and the beauty of his body and his form. I held my breath when he stepped to the edge and sprang backward. His body turned several times and then twisted into position so that he sliced into the water with barely a splash, much neater than anything I could have managed.

As soon as he'd gone into the water, the girls pulled out a homemade banner that read, "We love you Johnny Castillo." They held it up but then called for me and the other basketballers to grab it and lift it even higher.

When he climbed out of the pool, we had the whole section shouting his name. I couldn't tell whether the judges were annoyed or amused by our cheering section. There was one judge who gave him an eight, but the other six awarded him 8.5 or higher. Johnny had explained to me that the two top and two bottom scores were always discarded and the other three were added together. Johnny earned a 28 (a 10, a 9.5 and an 8.5), which was in the exceptional range.

We watched the rest of the match and then said goodbye. My teammates took their girlfriends and left, and I wandered over to the locker room and slipped inside. The visiting team had their own facilities so I didn't have to worry about freaking any of them out. And the home team didn't mind my presence so long as I didn't make myself a nuisance.

Our boys had stomped the visiting team in the diving events but they'd come in second in most of the swimming, so overall they'd lost the meet. But the points were tracked instead of just whether they won or lost, so they weren't really upset. It had been very close.

When I came in, one of the guys – I think his name was Jerry – called out, "JOHNNY! YOUR BOYFRIEND IS HERE!"

Then he gave me a wink and said, "You know that he'll get here as fast as he can."

I sat down by Johnny's locker and waited for him. Once the team had realized that I wasn't here to perv on them, they'd become indifferent to my presence. Johnny came out of the shower, his towel wrapped around his waist, his body glistening, and his hair delightfully unruly. Sometimes I wished he would leave it like that. The imperfection of it made him seem even more beautiful in my eyes.

I gave him a very chaste kiss and then helped him get changed. After a meet or a practice, he usually threw on a pair of knit running shorts and a tee shirt so we could go home. I carried his bag for him and put my arm around his shoulders. We walked back to the parking lot behind the basketball court where I'd left my car parked.

He leaned against me and inhaled deeply. "I love it when you have to rush over straight from practice without showering first."

I kissed him again. "You just can't get enough of my stink, can you?"

He lifted my arm and stuck his face directly in my pit for a moment and then sighed. "It smells like pure jock and it turns me on more than anything else."

"When I get you home, I'm going to rub my scent all over you when I fuck you."

He gave me a little whine. "I can't wait."

Once we were in the car, I said. "Neto is stuck babysitting Matty while your dad's at work, so I'm going to throw you down on the floor and fuck you senseless in the living room. And then again on the dining room table, and in the kitchen, and in the Arizona room. I'm going to fuck you in every room of the house."

Johnny

Alex was true to his word. While I was in the bathroom douching in anticipation, and in our room choosing a sexy jock to wear, he used Door Dash to order some Chinese food. It hadn't arrived yet, but he had turned on the "Sexy Queer Playlist" we'd created on YouTube and he'd filled a bucket with ice, grape Fanta, LeCroix water, and Gold Peak tea. He was crazy about grape soda while I drank mostly carbonated water and iced tea.

I'd come out wearing the short silk robe Alex had bought for me on my birthday. It may have been a woman's robe, but he liked it on me and I liked wearing things that he liked to see me in. (And I have a bit of an exhibitionist streak, which comes in handy given that I had to wear a speedo while diving). Alex let out a long whistle and then pulled me into a tight embrace.

He kissed my neck and said, "Damn, Johnny. You are the sexiest man alive."

I tightened my embrace and squeezed his muscular torso. "No, you are."

Alex squeezed my ass and then slapped it hard. "Don't argue with me, boy!"

Ooh! That was the mood he was in! The thought sent a thrill down my spine. "And what if I do?"

He gave me a wicked smile and picked me up in a princess carry. He kissed me while he walked over to the sofa. When he sat down he flipped me over and pulled my robe up to expose my bare ass. Then he put his leg over mine to hold me in place. He smacked my ass hard and the sound echoed around the room.

"This is what, sexy boy. You don't have another meet for a couple of weeks, so I can redden your ass for you before pounding your hole into submission."

He insisted that getting fucked could ruin my performance. Personally, I doubted it, but when Alex made his mind up about something, it was impossible to argue with him. I sighed and played along. "Sorry, Alex. I'll be a good boy."

He rubbed my ass and spoke with authority. "Too late, boy. You get ten swats for arguing and another ten for failing to be respectful."

I liked this game. I'd never been spanked as a child, so it wasn't some kind of daddy obsession for me. The first time Alex had spanked me, it had been playful, but I'd felt so sexy lying over his lap like this that I'd sprang an instant erection. Just like now.

"Yes, sir!" I said.

He smacked my ass again, harder than the first time. "Not good enough. Tonight, it's Zhangwo."

"Yes, sir! Zhangwo it is," I replied quickly.

He smacked me again. "Not quite right. It's Zhangwo. Get it right."

Chinese is a tonal language, and I'd given the word the wrong inflection the first time. I had to say it twice more before I got it perfect. And he smacked my ass hard with the second mistake as well. Damn! I was glad I was a musician.

"Good boy. Now we can begin. Make sure to count them out or they don't count."

"Shi de, Zhangwo," I said, making sure to get the tone right.

He rubbed my ass and kissed the back on my neck. "Damn, you're even sexier when you speak Chinese," he said.

I didn't really speak Chinese, but I'd learned a few words. I planned to take a class next semester, but my mastery right now was like that of a toddler. "Feichang ganxie, Zhangwo!" I said. (Thank you very much, Zhangwo. I still didn't know what that word meant.)

Alex bent down lower to kiss my temple. I knew he was checking to see if I was as into this as he was, like my erection wasn't indicator enough. Satisfied, he began spanking me in earnest.

I called out, "Yi, Zhangwo!" Then er, san, si, wu, liu, qi, ba, jiu, and shi.

He was spanking me hard and I could feel the pouch of my jock getting soaked. When he smacked my ass for the eleventh time, I faltered. Alex whispered, "Shiyi." And I repeated, "Shiyi_, Zhangwo_!"

I remembered the pattern then, and I was able to count out, shi'er_, shisan, shisi, shiwu, shiliu, shiqi, shiba, shijiu..._ and ershi. I barely remembered twenty in time to avoid another swat.

Alex had taken care to land each blow right on the cheeks of my ass. The redness wouldn't be visible in my speedo even if it lasted until Monday's practice. My teammates would see it in the shower, but I could handle the razzing. In fact, I was kind of looking forward to it. That was my exhibitionist streak again.

He let me up and guided me to straddle his lap, his hard cock pressing against my sore ass. He pulled my robe aside and began nibbling on my left nipple. I moaned and arched my back. "That feels great, Zhangwo. Bite me harder."

"I'm afraid of marking your perfect chest, sexy," he replied. "I don't want to embarrass you when the spectators see my love bites on your body."

"Mm. Maybe I want them to know that you've marked me, Zhangwo_._"

He smiled and shook his head. "What did I do to deserve a boyfriend like you?"

I smiled back and licked my lips. "I don't know. You're the Buddhist. Doesn't it mean that you were very good in your last life and the universe is rewarding you?" I said, then quickly added, "Zhangwo!"

He sighed. "I don't know what I could have done that was good enough for you to be my reward."

Alex always knew how to make me feel better about myself. I ground my ass against his hard cock, eliciting a groan from him. Then I batted my eyelashes and asked, "What does Zhangwo mean?"

He blushed and cleared his throat. "It... um... it means, master. Does that bother you?"

I bounced a little, making him yelp and replied, "Not tonight it doesn't, Zhangwo."

He took hold of my hips and moved me around until my crack was seated perfectly along his big cock, only his shorts and jock separating us. He sighed and looked at me through half-lidded eyes. "Good. I'm glad because I thought we needed a signal between us. How about, whenever you want me to take charge completely, you call me Zhangwo, and I'll know to give you what you want."

I leaned forward and kissed him. "And when I call you Zhangwo, you'd better take me to bed or the nearest flat surface and fuck me until I can't take it anymore."

He kissed my neck and bit it hard enough to leave a little mark. "Why does it seem like you're the master and I'm your sex slave?"

I ground against him again and said, "That's because you are. You're my sexy slave, enslaved by my ass."

He lifted me up and bounced me gently on his cock. "Your ass is fine, Johnny, but I think my heart is enslaved by my love for you."

I gave him an impish smile and said, "You're enslaved by your love for me, and I'm enslaved by... your big cock!"

Alex turned so that I was underneath him on the sofa. He grabbed my hands and held them above my head. He was bigger than me and, even though I was strong enough that I probably could have broken free, I preferred to give into my fantasy and fight back just hard enough to make it seem real, but not hard enough to escape.

"Say you love me, Johnny!" Alex demanded.

This was another game we played. I'd said it to him first and it had taken him a week to get up the courage and say it back to me. So now I paid him back by pretending that it was only his cock that made me stay with him. I struggled and then teased him. "I am in love with... your giant cock!"

He maneuvered so that he was between my legs and he thrust against my crack with his cock. Oh how I wished it wasn't separated from me by two layers of cloth!.

"I can only give my cock to someone who loves me for more than my body. I'm not just a piece of meat for you, Johnny Castillo!" he insisted in mock outrage.

"Fine! I surrender. I can't hide it anymore. I love... it when you fuck me hard and leave me breathless!"

I continued to tease him until I finally gave in. I looked deep into his eyes and admitted, "I love you, Alex Xiang, my zhangwo."

"I know," he said with a smile.

The first time I'd said "I love you" to him, he'd thought it was a good idea to be clever and try that Han Solo line on me. And he still always ended our verbal teasing that way.

I pretended to be sad and resigned. "You're a brutal and demanding man, Zhangwo."

He kissed me gently and then bit my lip just firmly enough to almost leave a mark. "When you call me, Zhangwo, I have no choice. I'm your slave and I have to give you what you want."

We started kissing with more passion then. Alex was really getting into it despite his six foot eight frame not quite fitting on the sofa. I was beginning to wonder why he didn't just pull his pants off and fuck me right there, when the doorbell rang. Alex kissed one more time and then stood up, rearranging his cock so that it was slightly less visible in his shorts.

"Food's here," he said.

He went to answer the door and I turned the coffee table sideways so Alex would have somewhere to stretch his long legs while we were eating. He gave me a smile when he came back with a giant bag filled with cartons of Chinese food. I loved Chinese food because I could ignore the rice and follow my preferred bottom diet easily. Alex liked his food very spicy (like Papa and Neto), but I liked only a little bit of heat. So Alex usually ordered things on the milder end and then added sriracha to his. In any event, he had picked up a lot of food; potstickers, eggrolls, some crispy frog legs that weren't even on the menu (although you could order them if you knew they made them), shrimp fried rice, lo mein with Chinese sausage, cumin lamb, Mongolian beef, and tofu with broccoli and black mushrooms.

We were both athletes so we ate a lot. I had an eggroll, one potsticker, and two tiny frog legs, and then stuck to cumin lamb and the tofu dish with a very small side of lo mein. I avoided carbs like the plague. Alex didn't care. The more carbs the better.

Alex fed me the potsticker and frog legs with his own chopsticks. He always insisted that I didn't get enough carbs, and I didn't want to argue with him about how much easier it was for me to stay clean and ready for him if I avoided fat and starch and ate plenty of vegetables. Sometimes he seemed to think that I had an eating disorder instead of simply making choices that made things easier for me. Tops never seemed to understand how much work bottoms did to keep themselves looking good for them. I was just glad that I was a muscular athlete instead of a skinny twink like my friend Nacho (Ignacio Jose Ibarra-Mendez) from my guitar class. That boy hardly ate anything.

When dinner was done I put the food away since Alex had paid. When I came back into the room, he'd pulled the coffee table aside. He gestured toward the sofa. He'd stacked all the cushions on top of one another.

"Get on up here, Sexy Boy, and lean over the back of the couch," he instructed.

I knew that he'd arranged things so that he didn't have to squat when he fucked me. Since he was so tall, he would have been happy to put the couch up on bricks to make it higher off the ground, but Neto had vetoed that because it would have been unstable.

I climbed atop the cushions and leaned over the back of the couch. Then I stuck my butt out as far as I could and wiggled it at him. He rubbed it gently and ran a finger down my crack, making me shiver with anticipation.

"I really did redden your ass for you. I hope it fades by Monday so no one sees it in the shower," he said.

I shrugged and pushed my ass back farther. "No es importa," I said.

Alex had taken Spanish for two years, so he knew that I was telling him it wasn't important. He kissed both my cheeks and said, "You'll just have to tell them you were a bad boy and your Zhangwo had to spank you."

Of course I agreed, but I'd probably leave out that bad boy part.

When Alex parted my cheeks and ran his tongue along my crack, a wave of pure pleasure ran up my spine. "Oh... fuck... me... Zhangwo! You know how to treat me right."

He didn't respond in words. Instead he ran his tongue around my culo making it tremble against his lips. I grabbed the back of the couch and squeezed the cushions. My moans turned into little whimpers of ecstasy. My dick throbbed and I felt a tingling begin in my taint. The feelings only intensified when Alex took hold of my balls through the pouch of my jock and squeezed them firmly.

He pressed his tongue against me and my culo relaxed and welcomed him inside. I let out a low, "Uuuuuuuunnnngh!"

Alex continued to eat my ass until I was loose and sloppy wet. Then he grabbed the lube he'd stashed on the end table. He drizzled some on his finger and rubbed it around my culo. Then he added more and began working it inside me with his finger, followed by a second finger and then a third. When he pulled his fingers out, I pushed my ass out further and said, "Oh! Fuck me now, Zhangwo! I need to feel your big cock inside me. I can't wait any longer."

He rubbed the head of my cock against my culo and said, "You want your Zhangwo's cock? Press back against me."

He held his cock steady. I used my hands to pull my cheeks apart and I pushed back until the head of his pinga slipped past the muscles of my anus and then inside my ass. "Fuuuuck me. Your cock feels so good stretching me out, Zhangwo!"

Alex ran his hands down my sweaty back and then leaned forward and left a line of kisses down my spine. "I am the luckiest man in the world, Johnny."

Then he pushed forward slowly until all eight inches slid inside and his pubes were pressing against my smooth ass. "Mmmmmm. I think this... um... first fuck is... going to be... faster... than... I imagined."

He paused and took several deep breaths before continuing. "Your hot, slippery ass massaging my cock is the best feeling in the world."

He slid his arms under my chest and took hold of my shoulders from beneath, pulling me tight against him. He kissed my shoulders and then gave me love bites that I knew would be visible tomorrow. I moaned incoherently while he began to thrust in and out slowly. My cock throbbed in time with his thrusts.

Alex moaned loudly. "Oh, Fuck. I can't hold it, baby. I'm cumming. Uuuungh! Uuungh! Uungh! Ungh!"

He rested his head on my back. I hadn't cum yet, but I was still really close. Even without cumming, the feeling of Alex's cock inside me sent wave after wave of pleasure through me. "Sorry, babe! Let me pull your jock aside and suck your cock."

"Not a chance, Zhangwo! You promised to fuck me all over the house. You can only suck my cock if you're not man enough to fuck an orgasm out of me," I teased.

He squeezed my nipples hard and growled in my ear. "I'll show you how much of a man I am, luantong."

I squeezed my ass on his cock and said, "Show me, Zhangwo!"

He slapped my ass and said, "Fine! Let's go to the dining area!"

He pulled out of me and grabbed the lube. Then he took my arm and led me to the dining room table. It was one of those heavy wooden tables with pedestal legs. It was thick and seemed to weigh a ton. Alex grabbed me around the thighs and picked me up, sitting me on the table. It tilted until Alex pushed me onto my back.

He laughed and said, "Whoops! The table's heavy, but not heavy enough apparently."

Alex

Johnny was laughing. I'd almost made a joke about his weight, just a friendly joke like I would have made with any of my friends who'd almost tipped over a table, but some instinct held me back. It took my conscious mind a moment to catch up with my subconscious. I gave a mental sigh of relief. Johnny was the most self-conscious man I knew as far as his appearance went.

It wasn't really vanity. I'd literally seen him panic when thought he was putting on weight. I'd had a hell of a time convincing him not to dehydrate himself before swim meets because he thought drinking too much water made him look fat. When Mindy, Howie's girlfriend from the basketball team, joked about him getting fat when he was eating a piece of cake at a party, he spent the next two days fasting.

I kissed his chest and bit his nipple gently. I moved my other hand to his ass and slid a couple of fingers inside him. I stroked his prostate and said, "You'd think that having you play with my cock would be the fastest way to bring my erection back." I shook my head. "Not even close. It's this, right here. The feeling of your body beneath my hands..." I kissed him again, "... and beneath my lips. The feeling of your body trembling while I do this." I added a third finger, making him sigh quietly. I kissed him to keep him quiet. "This, all this is what makes me hard. Even thinking about it makes me hard."

I wasn't just flattering him. I was as hard as I'd been before my last orgasm. I moved between his legs and scooted him back so that his ass was halfway off the table. (I didn't want my thighs banging on the edge to kill the mood). I lined my cock up and pressed slowly inside him. He was still relaxed and his ass offered me no resistance as I sank inside his velvety warmth.

Johnny stared at me with those beautiful brown eyes of his. "Do you know what makes me harder than anything, Zhangwo?"

I ran the index finger of my free hand down the length of his erection, feeling its hardness under the soaking wet pouch of his jock. "What's that?"

He licked his lips and then smiled at me. "It's the feeling of your massive cock filling me from end to end and stretching me like I've never been stretched before. And... um... it's the way you always make me feel... like I'm... like I'm the sexiest guy in the world."

His eyes were moist. I put a hand on his smooth cheek and stared directly into his eyes. "You are the sexiest guy in the world, Johnny. And that makes me the luckiest man in the world."

I was never so glad that I was so much taller than him. I leaned over and kissed him gently while I fucked him. In this position, my abs were pressing his cock and balls against his flat belly. I knew that I'd get an orgasm out of him this way, and that I wouldn't have to wait long for it.

My first orgasm had come in only a couple of minutes. I'd been too excited from seeing his almost naked body earlier, twisting in the air before slicing into the water. The truth was that I could see it clearly whenever I closed my eyes and thought about it.

My tongue moved into his mouth and took possession of it, while his gently welcomed me and invited me to lay claim to him. Johnny wrapped his legs around my waist like he was afraid of letting me go. My mouth was still locked on his when he came, muting his cries of passion while his legs tightened around me to hold me deep inside him. He writhed below me, and his ass clenched my cock like it was trying to pull it right off my body. His ass milked another orgasm out of me.

And when we were done, I pulled him off the table, still impaled on my dick. Even though I'd just cum a second time, I was still hard as steel. I carried him back to the bedroom and dropped onto the bed, holding him against me as I fell.

We continued to kiss, but after a while I moved on from his lips and began nibbling every inch of his neck, his ears, his chin, and his throat. I couldn't get enough of him. The clean sweat that covered his body was a treat for me, salty and umami at the same time. When we parted, I saw love bites all over him.

We lay back on the bed and just held one another. Johnny rolled against me and pressed his face into my chest, inhaling deeply and licking my skin. Finally we just lay there and talked, mostly about nothing, but also about our plans for the rest of the semester.

I wanted to take a shower, but Johnny wouldn't let me. "You promised to mark me all over with your scent, Zhangwo!"

I rolled over on top of him and rubbed my armpit across his face, and then I rubbed my sweaty genitals along his firm belly. We were both laughing as we wrestled around on the bed. And when we became aroused again, I pulled Johnny into the kitchen and sat him on the counter so I could fuck him again. I couldn't believe that I was able to give him two more loads that night. One on the living room floor and one on the picnic table in the backyard.

By time we went to bed, my dick was sore from all the exertion and Johnny winced every time I touched his swollen hole.

"Just think. If we got our own place, we could do this every night," Johnny murmured while we lay in bed, his hand rubbing my pecs gently.

I laughed at him. "First of all, neither of us could afford it. And second of all, I don't think I'd survive a week without Neto and Jackie as chaperones. You're too insatiable for me."

He gave me a wicked smile and then bit my nipple. We kissed some more but neither of us were really up for another round. We fell asleep wrapped in each other's arms, Johnny's face snuggled up against my chest, my arm around him and my lips touching the top of his head.

Neto

After swimming, I had the boys take another shower, which they did together while I waited my turn in the living room thinking very sexy and very wrong thoughts about what the two cousins were up to in there. I took my shower afterwards and when I came out, I noticed that both of them were just wearing those tiny little briefs that Nando had bought for Matty. Even though he was small, Jackie's pair were obscenely tight.

I put on another pair of Nando's shorts. I even borrowed a pair of briefs from his drawer, plain white of course. The man was dead sexy, but he had no style. Correct that. He had style when it came to dressing up little Matty, but he liked to keep it simple for himself.

I let both boys snuggle up against me while we watched music videos for a while. I was able to introduce them to fabulous performers from the past that neither was very familiar with, like Diana Ross, Aretha Franklin, Patty LaBelle, and Donna Summer. We ordered a pizza for dinner. Since Matty didn't eat meat, we kept it simple with mushroom and cheese. Since Nando didn't get off until 10:00 tonight, we knew he would be grabbing something at work.

We were watching Doom Patrol, the gayest superhero series ever made, when Nando finally came home.

It was the cutest thing seeing how excited Matty was to see his man after a long swing shift at work. He ran over and threw himself into Nando's arms, looking like a little boy hugging his daddy, an image I decided not to share with my honorary tio.

"Maybe Jackie and I should go home and let you two have some alone time," I offered.

Nando shook his head and said, "Not necessary, Neto. It's late. Why don't you two sleep on that futon tonight, and I'll take you out to breakfast tomorrow before you leave. Es lo minimo que puedo hacer para agradecerte por cuidar los chicos."

I smiled a little at that. He'd switched to Spanish so the boys wouldn't know that he was thanking me for babysitting. I replied, "Tuve que cuidar mi amor. No fue ningun problema cuidar tu nino tambien." (I had to watch my own lover boy. It was not a problem to watch your child as well.)

He gave me a wry smile and fake glare. "Thank you anyway."

He continued in Spanish, "There are extra condoms and lube in the bathroom drawer and an unopened douche for Jackie under the sink."

Then he swept Matty up in his arms and headed toward the bedroom. "Now, we're off to bed."

When the door closed, I told Jackie, "You heard the man. There's an unopened douche under the bathroom sink you can use."

He gave me a big smile and said, "I already did it when Matty and I were in the bathroom."

I gave him a look and said, "First off, EW! No matter how close the two of you are, I cannot imagine douching with an audience. Second, how did you know about the extra douche?"

He shrugged. "I didn't. Matty let me use his."

"Ay, ay, ay!" I said, "You do not share anal hygiene products with one another, no matter if you are cousins! I am going to have to give you a serious lesson on the facts of life."

He gave me a look of one hundred percent contrition and replied softly, "Sorry. I didn't think about it."

I hugged him and kissed his nose. "You didn't know better, so we'll let it pass this time. Now help me get this futon set up so I can fuck that little... oh, excuse me... that tiny jock bottom of yours before we go to sleep."

We set up the futon and I plugged my phone into Nando's speakers so I could put on a sexy playlist. I did not want to be hearing my friend's dad, a man I counted as my bonus tio, having sex in the next room. Then I pulled Jackie down onto the bed and started kissing him. He ran a hand down my chest and asked, "Is it sexy for me to say that I love your black skin?"

I pulled his hand to my lips and kissed his fingertips. "Maybe, maybe not. Why do you love it?"

He sighed. "Because it's so pretty, and every time I see it, I want to kiss it. It's soft but it covers these hard muscles of yours. And... I don't know. I just like the color."

He was sweet for asking. And yes, he was verging on fetishizing me for my color, but then who was I to complain. I was the one who'd seen Matty and Nando together and joked about getting my own little white boy to hold on my lap. And I was dangerously close to fetishizing Jackie as well. The thing was that I did like the look of his pale skin lying against my own dark brown.

I cleared my throat. "Well, I like the color of your skin, too, Jackie, but it's more important that I like you. Is it my skin color that you like? Or is it me, the person?"

"Can't it be both?" he asked. "I mean. I like you for you. It's just that I also like your color."

I kissed him gently and pressed my hand against his erect little cock. "Are you with me because of my skin color, or because I am me?"

He gasped as I squeezed his cock. "It's you, of course! You're heroic and sexy, funny and strong, and so fucking fabulous that I feel like a boring duckling next to you."

"Mm. That's good then because I love your cute little nose, your innocence, and your excitement."

Of course I tried not to think about the fact that I had sought him out because he was a little white boy. On some level, it thrilled me that I was fucking a güero. I wasn't proud of myself, but I took consolation in the fact that I may have pursued him for the wrong reasons, but I really did like being with him.

"My nose is cute?" he asked.

"Mm-hm. And your chin. And your round butt. And your..." I wanted to say tiny, but I didn't want to make him feel bad. "And your hard cock."

"My butt's not as round as yours," he said wistfully.

I kissed him again. "That's partly genetics, and partly exercise. I can teach you the exercises to make your little butt stick out like..."

"... like Matty's," he interrupted.

Okay. I did love Jackie's butt and the way it bounced when I fucked it, but I'd be lying if I didn't admit to myself that Matty's was much rounder. On his skinny little body, it looked almost like a girl's booty. Still, with the right exercise he could have a killer bussy in no time.

I snapped out of my thoughts when I heard Jackie continue. "Of course, even Matty's butt isn't as sexy as yours."

I held his jaw in one hand and looked into his eyes. "Do you want to fuck my ass, Jackie?"

He blushed bright red and whispered, "Maybe. I mean, yes. But we don't have to..."

I kissed him to shut him up. Then I explained. "Oh Jackie-o. I was hoping there was at least a little bit of top hiding inside your sweet little bottom boy heart. Of course you had to bring it up when I am away from home and my own douche. So, I'll tell you what. Tonight, I will fuck your sweet little bussy and then tomorrow we will go out and have a nice dinner and come home where you will return the favor."

I pushed uncharitable thoughts deep into my subconscious where I could ignore them. It was true that Jackie's cock was barely five inches, and I had never had one so small inside me, but I was more than happy to find out what it felt like.

I said, "Wait here a moment."

Then I ran to the linen closet and got a towel so we wouldn't mess up Neto's sheets. I spread it down on the extended futon and said, "Get on your belly. I want to enter you from behind tonight."

He rolled over and stuck his butt up in the air. It really was a cute one. I lay down next to him and stroked his bussy with my fingers while I kissed him gently. I worked lube inside him with my index finger, making him whimper.

"This way, you'll feel the weight of my body on top of you. It's different from doing you on your back."

"Is it better?" he asked.

"That depends on you. I like it a lot when I get fucked this way, but some prefer missionary, or doggie style, or riding their lover's cock, or taking it while lying on their side."

He was getting hornier as I spoke, thrusting his ass back against my fingers. "I'm ready. Do me now, Neto!" he demanded.

I shook my head and kissed his temple. "No, you're not, sweet thing. You know that my cock is bigger than the average and your pretty little culo is small and tight. Let me work more fingers inside you first and get you so sloppy that you're dripping all over my hand."

He froze for a moment. He whispered, "Are you going to put your hand inside me?"

"Do you want me to, baby?" I asked.

He swallowed hard. "I don't know. Josh told me he was going to do it to me, but he never did. What's it feel like?"

I licked his ear and said, "I've never done it before, but if you want me to, I'll do it for you. It is verging on the extreme, so we must be smart. We'd need to do some research to make sure we know exactly what we're doing. Protecting your hot little culo is an absolute must. And then maybe I'll have you do me."

He smiled and said, "Not tonight, please. But, I want to try everything, eventually."

I added a second finger and stretched him further, while I continued to talk dirty to him. "Your culo feels so small, but I know it can stretch to take my cock. I think I want to see it stretch to take my hand. It's getting smooth and shiny now as I'm working a third finger inside you."

And it was. My cock was thicker than my three fingers. Hell, it was thicker than all five including my thumb. He didn't bleed when I fucked him. Suddenly the thought of working my hand inside him past my knuckles sent a shiver of anticipation up my spine. I poured more lube on my fingers and worked my pinkie inside him as well. He was moaning and making cute little wordless cries. He'd already relaxed enough, but I was enjoying the feeling of this ass on my fingers.

Still, I was hard and dripping so much that I feared I would drop my load in my briefs instead of in Jackie's tight ass. And I really did want to make sure I knew exactly what I was doing. So, I pulled my fingers out and lubed up my cock. Jackie pushed back against me as I slowly penetrated him, eager to feel the whole nine inches. My dick was long, but it was also more than seven inches in girth. I had to buy the largest condoms I could find. That's why I always carried my own.

Jackie loved it when I bottomed out inside him, even though it meant breaking through his inner sphincter. My cock extended a couple of inches past that inner ring. He pushed his ass up against me and moaned. "Please fuck me hard, Neto. I need you to pound my bussy into submission!"

"Oh, I am going to pound you alright. I am going to pound your ass into jelly."

Jackie said he wanted it hard, so I gave it to him hard. I pulled almost all the way out and then thrust back inside until I was bouncing off his ass. I picked up the pace, but the rougher I got the more he moaned, "Yes! Yes! YES! YEEEEESSSSSS!"

I was sure that Nando could hear us over the music. But I kept bouncing off his ass. I fucked him for three songs from the point where that tell-tale tingling had begun to build. My scrotum drew up tight against my body and I felt my cock fill with cum. And then I gripped his hips and sank inside so hard that I thought I was going to fuck him right through the futon and onto the floor. I let forth a loud groan that contained no words, just the sound of raw, primal ecstasy.

Then I collapsed on top of him and lay there for several minutes until my heart stopped pounding in my chest. When I rolled off him so we could clean up, I saw that he'd soaked the towel beneath him and he was lying in a puddle of cum.

I sucked his little cock into my mouth and swallowed his sweet boy cream. Then he licked the length of my cock until he'd done the same for me. I took the fuck towel and tossed it in the hamper and then held Jackie tight against me until he fell asleep. Then I slowly drifted off myself.

Fuck Jackie's dad, and fuck Josh and Troy. This boy was mine and I wasn't going to let anyone get their hands on him again.