Desert Heat

Desert Heat Chapter 4

Author's Note

Introduction

I welcome feedback from readers, in fact I thrive on it.

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 and a younger man who fall in love. Both are adults. The story starts slow but will build up to more detailed sexual situations soon.

I plan 1-2 chapters every month.

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Author's Notes

·         Incorrect Name. Fernando Castillo was accidentally misnamed Fernando Chavez in chapter one. Castillo is correct. I hope there's no confusion. One of the Castillo's would have had the same name as a real world (a cousin of mine) if his last name were Chavez. The character in this story is not based on my cousin.

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·         This type of story is new to me. I welcome your feedback, but this story is a new LBGTQ genre for me so please be gentle.

·         Slow Start. This story starts slow. There's some action in this chapter. We won't go all the way to anal intercourse until at least chapter 4.

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)

Desert Heat Chapter 4 (Desert Flowers Bloom at Night)

Josh

I saw Matty at the pool in that skimpy speedo. He was hanging out with that pervy policeman and another good-looking boy. I wondered if Officer The-Candy-Tastes-Better-In-The-Van was fucking them both. I was sitting where I could look out the window and see them but could also see everyone in Jimmy's apartment. It was me, Jimmy, Adam, Meathead and Troy. Jimmy was laying off beer right now, but he was hitting the weed hard.

I stood up and announced, "I'm going to take a piss, then I'm going to get another beer. Can I get anyone else one while I'm up?"

Everyone wanted another. I did my business in the bathroom, then grabbed the beers and a cherry coke for Jimmy. I opened them all and put them on a try, then I added a little liquid E to Jimmy's coke before taking them out. I threw a dishtowel over my arm and hammed it up, acting like a waiter. Everyone was stoned, so they thought it hilarious. Light weights! I thought.

It didn't take long Jimmy to start feeling the effects. The combination of THC and GHB had Jimmy giggling in only a few minutes. The thing was that all this drug did was lower his inhibitions and if he had enough alcohol or THC with it, he wouldn't remember many details. When Meathead got up to the bathroom, I called Jimmy over to sit next to me.

Troy and I gave each other a look across Jimmy's shoulders. He'd already told me that he was staying tonight when the others left. When Meathead came back and saw Jimmy squeezed between me and Troy, he looked at Adam and said, "If we're going out to the bar, we'd better get going. We'll call an Uber to meet us out front."

He knew what was going to happen next. He'd stuck around a couple of times last year, but he wasn't really into it, not when he could go to the bar and try and pick up a woman. Adam would go with him because he was afraid to stick around. He knew that he was as much of a horny faggot inside as Jimmy and he didn't want to wind up on his knees. I hadn't even needed anything to relax him that time I put him on his knees.

When the other two left, Troy and I became more aggressive with Jimmy. We ticked him and rubbed his neck. As he got more stoned, I started running my hand up one of his thighs while Troy rubbed the other. We would see his dick start to chub up. We were doing the boy a favor. It took very little prompting to get Jimmy's hands rubbing my dick while Troy's hand rubbed Jimmy's ass.

I licked Jimmy's ear, making him shiver, then whispered, "You're a horny faggot, aren't you?"

"I'm not gay," he mumbled.

"Did you hear that Troy? Jimmy says he's not gay," I said.

"Of course not," Troy chuckled. "It's not gay at all to kiss another dude's dick. That's just being a good friend."

"Do you want to be a good friend to me, Jimmy?" I asked.

"Mmm ... good friend," he mumbled.

I pulled his tee shirt off and threw it across the floor. Troy decided to follow my lead and he worked Jimmy's shorts down over his butt. Then he pulled him backward, so I could remove them completely and throw them over the back of the couch.

"Wait," Troy said, "Let me set the camera up."

He moved over to the TV and set his camera to record then set it a little stand to record the action on the couch. He'd been anxious to join us ever since I told him that I'd taken Jimmy's cherry. He'd seen Jimmy dancing around in his underwear and letting me finger him when he was drunk, so he knew that the boy got into it when you gave him a few drugs to relax his inhibitions. I had plenty of video of Jimmy mugging for the camera when he was half naked. So long as he didn't pass out on camera tonight, this video would work well with the others to prove that he was a willing participant in everything we did.

It was my experience that freshman boys fell into two camps. One type didn't have a gay bone in their body, but you could get them stoned enough to do some minor gay acts on a dare. You could then edit the video to make it look incriminating so you could use it to get what you wanted. The other type was like Jimmy. Give them a combination of GHB and either alcohol or weed and they would get more than friendly, and they'd do it fast. It was like the drug erased all their inhibitions and let their inner faggot out. And these boys didn't just get gay. They got swishy gay, like real fags.

A fag was different from a gay guy. I was gay. Troy claimed to be bisexual, but I knew he preferred the ass of a skinny freshman over a woman's ass. Matty was obviously a fag, while Jimmy hid his fag even from himself.

"Troy is staying with us tonight, Jimmy," I said. "That way you can have twice the meat."

"Twice the meat," he mumbled and then giggled some more.

"Say it louder, Jimmy, so everyone can hear you. What do you want?" I asked. "Do you want twice the meat?"

Jimmy yelled, "Twice the meat!" and then broke out laughing.

He was so out of it he would do anything I suggested to him at this point. I pulled my cock out of my pants and waved it front of him. He was shaking his head and mumbling, "Not gay."

"It's not gay to help a friend, Jimmy. Go ahead and suck on mine a little bit then later I'll do you," I said.

"Not gay," Jimmy said again, but his hand was stroking my cock and his face was getting closer to it.

I whispered, "I know you're not gay, Jimmy. It's not gay to put your mouth on my cock, not if I do you later."

Aloud I said, "I know you're gay, Jimmy. You don't have to convince me. Just put it in your mouth so I can do you later."

Troy was laughing as he maneuvered Jimmy, so his knees were on the couch and his butt was in the air. He was rubbing Jimmy's butt cheeks. He spread them and gave a low whistle and said, "That's a cute little hole you have there, boy. Do you like it when I touch it?"

Troy has put some lube on his finger, and he was gently rubbing Jimmy's hole. He was a lot nicer than me. I'd taken him with only his spit as a lube when I fucked him the first time. I wouldn't let him take his mouth off my cock so he couldn't answer in words, but he moaned loud enough to make it clear that he was enjoying it. And his mouth felt good on my cock. It wasn't as good as his ass, but it was nice.

I kept wishing it was Matty here on the couch with us. Jimmy was cute enough, but his cousin Matty was one of the prettiest boys I'd seen here at college. If I didn't get to fuck Matty soon, I was going to lose my chance. That cop had probably already fucked him. If I were the cop, I'd keep Matty close to me, but an old guy like that probably just wanted a quick tumble. Once he got tired of Matty, maybe I could swoop in and console him. A boy like that I could see myself protecting and cuddling. Jimmy on the other hand; he was convenient.

Carlos

I was shocked when I saw how young Matty was. He didn't look any older than me. I was prepared not to like him because I was sure he wouldn't be right for papa, but then I saw the look on his face whenever he glanced at him, and I saw how excited he was when papa put his arms around him. And then there was the way papa looked at him in return. Matty made my dad happy, and that was all I cared about.

I wasn't going to say anything about Matty to my mama. I knew she would have something snide to say about the age difference. I could tell that she was still hurt by papa being gay. When we were younger, she told us that they had just grown apart and realized they didn't love each other anymore. When Maria figured out that papa was gay, she told us and then mama told us that papa left her because he was gay. I'd never asked papa, and he'd never said a single negative thing about mama in our presence.

I wished I could say the same about her. She had a way of talking about papa like she wasn't saying anything you could point to and say that she was saying bad things; it was just the way she said it or rolled her eyes at the right moment. I got it. We all got it.

Her new husband – Ricky Mendoza – wasn't as good looking as papa, and he was kind of boring. I liked him well enough, but he wasn't my papa, and he was never going to be my papa. Every time he mentioned adopting me, I got angry. Maybe he would stop now that mama was pregnant with his child. I hoped he would. I didn't want to upset mama by telling exactly how I felt about the idea in open court, but I would.

After we were done at the pool and we'd gone back to the apartment, Matty was first into the bathroom to change and shower. Papa came over to me and asked in Spanish, "What are you thinking, Carlito?"

I knew what he was asking, but I didn't want to commit to anything yet. Keeping it in Spanish so we couldn't be overheard, I asked in him, "Are you in love with Teo?"

I called him Teo because it was a nickname for Matthew, kind of like Matty was in English. Since Matty didn't speak Spanish, he wouldn't know I was talking about him.

Papa sighed and sat down at a kitchen chair. He looked deep into my eyes and replied, "It's a little soon to say that for sure, but I do like him. I like him a lot. And I think he likes me the same way."

I laughed a little and said, "There's no doubt that he likes you, papa. His face lights up when you talk to him, and he seems to melt a little whenever you touch him."

"Maybe," he said. "I've noticed those things as well. Don't you think he's too young for me?"

"He's young. He looks and acts younger than he is, but I don't think it matters, not if you love him. You deserve someone who looks at you like that," I said.

"If you want, I can send him home tonight so we can talk in private," he offered.

I shook my head and replied, "I think I want to get to know him better if that's okay with you. Does he sleep out here, or does he sleep with you when he's here?"

"That's a little bit private, but I guess there's no way to hide it if he stays tonight," he said. "He has been sleeping out here, but I could take him to bed with me if you think it's too weird to be in the same room with him."

"I don't know, papa," I said. "It would be fun to have a sleepover, stay up after you went to bed and get to know each other, maybe trade stories about you."

I saw the worried look on his face, like he thought I was going to find out all the sordid details of his sex life. I took pity on him and said, "I think Teo would like it better if you took him to bed with you. It's not me he wants to spend the night with. It's you. You should take him tonight."

I used the verb coger for "take" and it often meant "fuck" instead, so I made Dad blush when I said it because he knew what I was saying. He gave me a look that said I was going too far but I just laughed and said, "I mean it, papa. I'll put the music on, and I won't listen. It's not like I don't have to hear mama and Ricky going at it sometimes."

I couldn't keep the sneer out of my voice when I said his name. He'd made me angry this morning by saying that Johnny was too much like his dad. I knew what he was saying, and it made me want to hit him in the mouth. Ricky had no way of knowing that Johnny liked guys. Johnny had told me that he liked guys and girls when I'd walked in on him and Julio back in his junior year of high school, but he'd never seemed that interested in girls, even though they were most definitely into him. And now he shared an apartment with three other guys, and there was no way that Neto wasn't gay. I didn't pry into their sleeping arrangements, but I suspected that Johnny and Neto were sharing a bedroom.

And with mama constantly saying snide things about papa, it's no wonder than Johnny kept his sexuality to himself. I nearly choked the last time she surprised Johnny with the daughter of a friend of hers and tried to get him to take her out on a date. She even offered to pay for the whole evening. He squirmed out of it by claiming he had too much homework and he'd just started college and couldn't afford to fall behind. The whole time Ricky had smirked behind mama's back at the dining room table.

"I'm sorry, Carlito. You shouldn't have to listen to that. I could talk to your mom if you want me to?" he said.

"No. Just stay out of it, papa. All I'm trying to say is that I'm not some little kid. I know about things, and they don't bother me. It's not like I imagine you having sex with anyone, but it kind of makes me happy to know that you are. I want you to be happy," I said.

"You're a good son, Carlito, and I'm a lucky father to have you," he said.

Then he gave me a hug. I looked around his shoulder and saw Matty standing there sheepishly in a pair of silky green pajamas. A short sleeve top was buttoned partially up his smooth pale chest, and a tiny pair of shorts covered very little of legs. He seemed frail to me in that moment and little frightened.

When papa turned to face him, he said in a low voice, "I didn't have anything else in the bathroom to put on. I can go put my dirty clothes back on if you want ..."

Papa held out his other arm and said, "You're staying the night, Matty, so come over here and get a hug."

Matty

I hadn't realized that I'd been holding my breath until I heard those words come from Fernando's mouth. "You're staying the night, Matty, so come over here and get a hug."

I ran over and buried my face in his hairy chest. He smelled of sweat and chlorine. I loved the sweat, the chlorine not so much, but I felt like I was home with his arm wrapped around me. He kissed the top of my head, which made me feel like a kid. At that thought I felt a thrill run through me because I liked the feeling. I tried to think about how it felt like the last time my dad had held me this way. I'd been ten years old, and that was enough of that. I just let myself melt into Fernando's arms.

Carlos took his shower next and changed into a tee shirt and a pair of gray knit shorts. He was a good-looking kid, but he would have been too young for me even if I weren't hung up on guys older than me. I was surfing through YouTube looking for music videos when he came out of the bathroom and Fernando went to take his turn.

"Have you heard of Christian Chavez?" Carlos asked.

I shook my head, and he took the remote from my hand. "Let me show you. I think you'll like him. He was in the telenovela Rebelde and in the music group RBD. He has a few videos. Hablas espanol?"

"No," I said. "Mi espanol es muy malo. That and `habla mas despacio por favor' are the only things I know how to say, except for `donde esta el bano'."

Carlos shook his head and said, "You're kind of cute, you know. Not just the way you look, but the way you act. I can see why papa likes you."

He pulled up the video Libertad. As it was loading he said, "I'm not gay and I'm not hitting on you. I'm just honest."

We sat down next to each other and watched that video and a few others. He was right. I did like the music, and the video was full of hot guys. He'd put on the subtitles, but I didn't pay much attention to them. We'd watched a few and had just switched to a rapper named Solomon Ray by the time Fernando had come back into the room wearing a pair of gray knit shorts of his own and a black muscle shirt. Carlos got up and said, "Sit next to Matty, Dad. I'm moving to the other futon."

Fernando sat down and pulled me over, so I was reclining against his chest. We watched music videos, with Carlos moving from Solomon Ray to Omar Apollo to Blue Rojo to Villano Antillano to Georgel to Jonah Xiao, all gay performers who performed in Spanish. Fernando didn't know most of the groups either, which made me feel like less of an outsider.

Around 9:00 PM, Fernando got up and showed us that he'd bought ice cream. We all made ice cream sundaes and talked some more. I offered to do the cleanup to give Carlos and his dad some time together, but Carlos told Fernando to take it easy and he would help me. We chatted while doing dishes.

"I want to thank you, Carlos," I said.

"Thank me for what?" he asked.

"Thank you for accepting me. I was afraid to meet you because there was no way that I wanted to try and come between you and your father, and I thought you'd hate me," I replied.

"Hey, I like you because you make my papa happy. You seem like a nice guy, more like a brother than a ... than my dad's lover," he said. "Just don't start making him unhappy. Then I'll have to hate you, no matter how much I like you."

"That doesn't even make any sense," I said with a laugh. "You can't like me and hate me at the same time."

Carlos gave me a look of fake anger and said, "I'll find a way, and then you'll regret it."

We were both laughing when Fernando came in and saw that we were done with the dishes. "Are you two finished in here?" he asked. "Do you want to watch a movie or something?"

Carlos pushed me at his dad and said, "I don't think so. I'm going to put a movie on and turn up the volume a little. You need to take Matty to bed."

Fernando replied, "Bueno, but we're getting up early to go on a run while sleeping beauty here is still snoozing."

It may have been a little weird, but I was glad happy that Carlos was telling his father to take me to bed. It meant that he approved of our relationship and that meant a lot to me. If he had disapproved, then I thought Fernando would have ended it, no matter how much he liked me. His kids meant the world to him, and the fact that he was such a good father was one of the things about him I found so sexy.

"You heard the joven jefe, Matty. Let's go to bed," he said.

Then he led me into the bedroom and shut the door. He pulled me into his arms and kissed me passionately. His lips were crushing mine and his tongue was taking possession of my mouth. I leaned against his chest and wrapped my arms around his waist. His arms were wrapped around my chest, pulling me tighter against him.

Then he slid a hand under my thighs and picked me up. I moved my arms to his neck to balance myself and pressed my cheek to his chest. His lips found mine again and he kissed me again while carrying me to the bed and laying me down on the mattress. Then he stood up and pulled his tee shirt off, exposing his broad hairy chest. I started to unbutton my pajama shirt, but he held up his hand and said, "No Matty. Tonight, you are giving me a precious gift, and I want to unwrap it for myself."

He dropped his shorts and his boxer briefs, allowing his erection to swing freely in the air. I tried to grab it as he climbed over me, but he swatted my hand away playfully and said, "Don't be hasty, boy! We'll get to that."

He lay down on the other side of me and undid the top button of my shirt. Then he kissed my neck. His short, scruffy beard sent thrills through my body as it scraped against the tender skin of my neck. I may have moaned a little, and it may have sounded more like a sad little whine than a manly moan of pleasure. I didn't care.

He moved to the exposed part of my chest and then unfastened the next button. His mouth found my nipple and he sucked hard. My cock was hard as a rock and was pressing against my pajama shorts and my hands were holding onto his head.

"Does this feel good, sexy boy?" he asked.

"God yes, sir!" I cried. "I mean, yes, Fernando!"

He chuckled and said, "If you want to call me sir in bed, it's okay, so long as you call me Fernando in front of other people. I don't want to give everyone the wrong impression about me."

"Yes sir!" I shouted.

Fernando put his hand on my mouth and said, "Mas tranquilo, querido mio! Carlos is in the other room."

I blushed and whispered, "Sorry, sir. You get me so excited I can't contain myself."

He whispered in my ear, "If you can't keep quiet, I'll have to put something in your mouth and spank you."

I bit my lip and gave him wide eyes. "Do you promise, sir?" I said.

He kissed me again and then undid the last button, letting my shirt fall open. He kissed his way down between my pecs and then down to my navel where he teased me mercilessly with his tongue. I started giggling uncontrollably and trying to push his head away, but he was stronger than me and I was at his mercy.

My giggling got louder until he stopped tickling my navel and said, "Shh. I'm going to have to gag you now."

He leaned over me and retrieved his underwear from the floor. He held them in front of my face and said, "Open up, Matty."

I was eager to comply with his command, but I liked it when he overpowered me, so I closed my mouth tight and shook my head. We wrestled on the bed for a few minutes until he had me in a headlock and he was rubbing his boxer briefs against my lips. I shook my head and clamped my mouth shut, swallowing my laughter. Fernando started running his fingers across my ribs until I couldn't hold back. I started laughing aloud and he took the opportunity to push his underwear inside my mouth. He'd only been wearing them for a couple of hours after his shower, so they had very little of his smell or taste in them. And that was my only regret.

"Now you can't make any noise," he said as he pulled the silky pajama shorts down over my hips, causing my own much smaller but equally hard cock to pop out. "I can molest you at will, and no one can hear you."

He chuckled when he saw my cock jump at that statement. I wanted him so badly that I couldn't think straight. I'd been a virgin until this morning and now my man was holding my erection firmly in his hand. It was like Fernando was making all my dreams come true. I wanted to tell him that, but I didn't want to take his underwear out of my mouth.

"Nod your head if you want me to try and fuck you tonight, Matty," he said.

I started nodding my head so vigorously that Fernando started laughing. "We'll take it slow, and I'll use a condom tonight. We'll talk more seriously after Carlito leaves tomorrow night."

He patted my thigh and said, "Wait here. I'll be right back."

He grabbed his robe and slipped out of the room. A few moments later he came back in with a towel and a pack of wipes. He put the wipes on the dresser and grabbed a bottle of lube and a condom. Then he worked the towel underneath me.

"We won't need this in the future, but we don't have time to prepare properly tonight. Now let me take your gag out," he said, reaching for his underwear, but I clamped my jaws tight and wouldn't let him pull it out.

He tugged a few times, the said, "If you want to keep it, you can, but I won't be able to kiss you."

I opened my mouth and let him have his briefs. He was pulling so hard that he fell backwards a little. We were both laughing. Then he moved back up to kiss me while his fingers stroked my bottom. It was like his fingers were leaving lines of fire across my skin. When they moved into the crack between my cheeks, I let out a squeal of delight. Fernando kissed me harder to keep me quiet.

"I want you so bad," he whispered.

"Why?" I asked. "Why would a hot man like you want a skinny, pale little guy like me? You could have anyone. Why do you want me?"

"Do you want an honest answer?" he asked. "Or do you want me to give you lies?"

"Tell me the truth, sir," I begged. I needed to know. It made no sense to me.

He'd put lube on his fingers. His hands felt so good rubbing against my hole that I didn't hear him, and he had to repeat himself. "Even of the truth is a little uncomfortable?"

"Yes sir," I begged. "No matter what it is, I want to know."

He pressed harder on my hole, causing me to moan again. My dick was leaking precum like a faucet. He put his other arm under my neck so that he could turn me to face him while he played with my butt.

"You know that I'm bisexual. I prefer men, but I sometimes miss the feel of a woman. I've been with many strong, muscular men, and I've mostly loved it every time, but there is a part of me that craves softness," he said.

"Are you saying I'm like a woman?" I asked, a little hurt and a little confused.

"No, Matty. Let me finish before you get insulted," he insisted. "A woman is soft, and you are soft. A woman is smooth, and you are smooth. You have very little body hair, and what you have is light and downy. You are not a woman, but you are a soft boy, un chico suave y delicado. Soft, smooth, and delicate. I get to enjoy that you are a boy, but also that your body feels better under my hands than any man I've been with."

"So, it's good to be suave and delicado? Doesn't that make me a maricon?" I asked. I had an easier time remembering the bad words, and I'd been called maricon – faggot – more times than I could count back in high school.

"I prefer delicado to maricon," he said.

"Would you prefer it if I shaved my legs and pubes?" I asked.

"That is a decision for you to make, Matty, but I would support you 100% if you chose to do that," he said, pressing harder on me.

"I like the feel of your hands on me, Sir, and I think I'd like to see what it feels like to have them run across my smooth skin," I admitted.

"Later," he replied. "There's no time tonight. Your beautiful culito is opening for me."

I could feel his finger pushing inside the ring. He rubbed some more lube into me and suddenly it was like my asshole just gave up its resistance and relaxed completely, opening for him. "That's it, cari__ño. Now you are ready for me," he said.

He rubbed a little more lube into me and then onto his condom covered cock. He rolled me onto my back and then moved between my legs. I could feel him rubbing the slick head against my hole. He paused long enough to push my knees up to my chest.

"Hold your legs until I get inside you," he said.

"Yes sir," I replied, gripping them tight, exposing myself to him.

Then he lined up his cock again and began pressing forward. At first, all I felt was pressure, then there was a sharp jab of pain as the large head of his cock slid inside the ring. I was crying out a little, so he leaned forward and kissed me again, first on the lips, then on each eye.

"I hate to see you cry, mi delicado, but I will always be here to kiss away your tears," he assured me. "I'm sorry that it hurts, baby. It always hurts a little the first time. Do you want me to stop? I can spend a few days playing with your butt some more, teaching it to relax."

"No sir, please don't stop," I said. "I want to feel you inside me."

I was afraid of his cock. It was somewhere between seven and a half and eight inches long, but it was thick, not quite as thick as a soda can, but still impressive. I couldn't believe that even the head had fit inside me, and I was worried about the rest of the shaft, but I wanted it so badly that I was begging him.

"Please fuck me, sir. I want you; I need you."

He pushed another inch or so inside me. I'd broken out in a cold sweat, and I was gasping a little. He brushed my damp hair out of my eyes and said, "Try and relax. I'll hold still for a few moments, and then when I push in I want you to push out. Don't clamp down; just push out."

I tried to do what he said, and it did make it easier for him to slide another couple of inches inside me. Then he repeated the procedure. He held still for a few moments and kissed my forehead. "You're doing well, for such a slender little guy taking his first cock," he said encouragingly. "Just twice more at the rate we're going."

I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. He was right. He slid completely inside me after two more gentle but firm thrusts. When his pubes brushed against my ass, he pulled my legs down to wrap around his waist, so he could lean forward and kiss my trembling lips.

"You did it, cari__ño," he said. "You took it all. I'm so proud of you. And you must have liked it, despite the pain because your chilito is still hard as a rock and dripping."

He had to lift my hips to get inside me because he was taller than I was, so I could see that my cock – my chilito, I thought – was red and leaking precum. The head looked almost purple. It was throbbing, but I felt like I was going to pee all over myself. The feeling of his cock in my ass and the beautiful smile that played across his lips made me want to cum right then, but I wondered if I would be able to since I was sure that I was going to start pissing any minute.

I didn't want to break the mood, but I gave in and said, "I think I need to pee before we go on."

Fernando laughed at me and said, "No you don't cari__ño. You're ready to cum from the pressure my tranca is putting on your gay spot."

He pulled back and then pressed in again and my cock gave out a spurt of what had to be cum. It was white instead of clear. He smiled at me and did it again. Then he said, "I think you are going to cum without me touching your cute little chilito at all. That's amazing for your first time. I think it means that you're a natural little mariposa, cari__ño."

"Do it then, sir," I said. "Fuck the cum right out of me like the horny little faggot I am."

Fernando set up a rhythm and instructed, "Clamp down when I pull out, then relax when I push back inside."

I did my best, and it seemed to work. It felt good. Relaxing allowed him to enter more easily and when I clamped my ass closed, it felt good. And it made Fernando gasp in pleasure as well. "You are a natural," he sighed. "You're a virgin, but you're working your ass like a professional."

I gave him a wry expression, but he said, "Take it as a complement, cari__ño. It means that you're good at this. You were born to give pleasure to men with this sexy culo of yours."

Every thrust made a small amount of cum spurt out. My skin felt like it was getting hot and tight. My nuts pulled up so tight that it felt like they were trying to climb up inside my body. A tingling sensation began in my taint and slowly spread across my ass and my cock, then it spread all over my skin. I felt alternating flashes of hot and cold. Then it was like every muscle in my body tensed as one, then relaxed. That sensation came again and again, and each time cum shot out of my cock. It was like he was pumping the cum out with every thrust. My whole body was cumming at his touch.

"I don't want to give pleasure to any man but you, sir. My culo is only for you," I cried.

I was gasping for breath. I couldn't say anything after that. All I could do was let out an inarticulate moan. Fernando on the other hand was calling out, "Your culo is so fucking tight, and smooth, and warm, and ... oh my God! It feels so good, like it's milking my cock. Dammit! I'm cumming!"

He finished a moment after I did, and then he collapsed on top of me. His weight was crushing me into the mattress, but it felt good, like I was where I belonged. We lay there for a while, then he kissed me again and slowly pulled out.

Fernando grabbed the wipes and cleaned me up gently. My hole ached, but it felt strangely empty. The feeling of the wipes against my butt felt soothing. He was gentle. And when he was done, he rolled up the towel and carried back to the bathroom. When he came back, he crawled into bed naked alongside me and pulled me tight against his chest, spooning me from behind. We fell asleep that way and I slept better than I had in years.

Josh

Jimmy always reacted this way to the drugs. He got hornier and hornier. And once he got horny enough, he started to take a more active role. He swallowed my cock as far as he could, gagging and choking but not giving up. Meanwhile he was wiggling his ass against Troy's fingers. I was sure that he looked like the slut he was on the video.

"Do you want Daddy to fuck you, Jimmy?" Troy asked.

He pulled off my cock and mumbled, "Fuck me, Daddy."

Troy made him repeat it louder, and then he pulled his fingers out of Jimmy's butt and pressed his cock in. I pulled Jimmy's mouth down on my cock so he wouldn't be saying "no" into the camera. He'd always begged for it in the past and then said, "No! Stop!"

I didn't know whether he was unable to make up his mind or whether he wasn't sure what he was doing. Either way, we had him begging on the video, but his mouth was full of cock when he tried to say "no". It took two of us, but I was finally able to get the video I needed. Now he was mine.

We took turns with Jimmy until we'd both had him ass and mouth. I made sure he had enough alcohol afterward that he wouldn't remember it clearly. I'd let him wait for a few days and then show him the video. After that, he would do whatever I told him.

Johnny

I was lying on my stomach in bed wearing only my baby blue jockstrap, checking my phone one last time. I had a message from Carlos.

Carlos: I'm staying at papa's tonight. Text back if you're free.

Me: I have some time. What's up?

Carlos: Papa has a new boyfriend.

Me: Is he a pendejo or baboso?

Carlos: He's a good guy, and he makes papa happy.

Me: For real?

Carlos: For real. He's young.

Me: How young?

Carlos: You may see him at the University.

Me: Is he one of my professors?

Carlos: He's a freshman.

Me: Really?

Carlos: Yes. Really. Are you cool?

Me: I don't know. He's really with a guy my age?

Carlos: Yes. But the guy makes him happy. Not like the others. You want him to be happy, don't you?

Me: Yes. I do. It's just weird.

Carlos: I thought so too, but I've spent all night with them. This guy is young, but he's good for papa. Papa is smiling, Johnny. He's smiling.

Me: That's good. I'll keep an open mind.

Carlos: I'm sending a picture.

Carlos sent me a picture of a young man. He looked younger than me. He didn't look much older than Carlos. He was güero, I mean he was about as white as a guy could be. His hair very light blond and his skin looked white next to papa. He was cute. I saw what papa saw in him.

Papa's going through a midlife crisis, I thought. He already has a motorcycle. Now he has a boyfriend half his age. All he needs is a sportscar.

Carlos was right, though. Papa did deserve some happiness. I just hoped this little güero would be as good as Carlos thought he was. I'd have to look out for him on campus so I could check him out. Maybe Neto would be able to find him. He worked in the Bursar's office.

I started texting again.

Me: He's a cute little güero. He'd better treat papa right.

Carlos: I think he will. I'll be in Phoenix so I can't keep an eye on things. You have to do it.

Me: I will. Don't tell mama. She would have a field day over how young this guy is. What's his name so I can get a friend to look him up?

Carlos: Matty.

Carlos: Matthew Preston.

Me: Gracias. I need to go to bed now. See you tomorrow.

Carlos: Buenas Noches hermano

I plugged in my phone and took a drink of water from the bottle I kept on the nightstand. I felt a hand rubbing my naked butt cheeks. I turned over and saw Alex looking down at me. He had that sexy smile of his on his face that always made my cock jump. I rolled over onto my back and spread my legs a little to give him better access. And he wasted no time. He slid into bed next to me and used his long fingers to rub against my hole.

I considered myself lucky to have met Alex Xiao over the summer during the New Start program for incoming freshmen. He was a university basketball player, standing 6 foot 11 inches tall, with a slender but muscular physique. Even when we were laying next to one another on the bed he made me feel small. And I wasn't small; at five foot ten I was average, only an inch shorter than papa. It was just that Alex was so tall. His skin was much lighter than mine, but his hair was the same lustrous black and his narrow eyes were darker brown. I thought he was the handsomest guys I'd ever seen.

"That ass of yours is one of the finest sights in the state, maybe the whole country, Johnny," he said. "It drives me crazy with lust."

He pressed harder against my hole and kissed my lips. He wasn't gently, but I was discovering that I liked it a little rough. It wasn't that Alex was mean, but he was a lot stronger than I was and he was aggressive. His lips were crushing mine and his tongue was thrusting inside my mouth so far that he was almost reaching my tonsils.

While his right hand rubbed my ass, his left arm slid under my shoulders and then he pulled me over on top of his torso. "Have I told you how sexy you are lately?" he asked.

I laughed and replied, "You told me before you went into the shower."

"But you had your robe on then. When I came in here and saw that round brown butt of yours framed by the straps of that baby blue jock, it gave me feelings," he said as he kissed my neck. "Irresistible feelings, feelings that I had no desire to resist."

"Mm ...," I mumbled. "You've got me so hot. Take me now, Alex. Take me hard."

My dick was leaking so much that the pouch of my jock was soaked, and I was so hard that it hurt a little. Alex's finger had wormed its way inside me, and he was stroking that special spot that always sent me over the edge.

"I'm going to take you so hard you never forget it," Johnny. "I'm going to make you mine tonight."

He worked a second finger inside me. I'd lubed myself while he was showering, before I'd checked my messages, so I was already prepared for him. At least I was as prepared as I could get on my own. For almost any other man, I `d be ready, but Alex wasn't just any man. His cock was more than nine inches long and thick enough to bring tears to my eyes.

"Your fingers are awesome, Alex, but I need to feel you inside me," I whined against his neck.

"Your sweet little hole is almost ready for me, baby. Just give me a few more minutes and you'll be bouncing on my cock," he said.

When he worked the two fingers of his left inside me alongside the two from his right so he could stretch me out a little, I started groaning and biting his chest hard. He was going to have a visible hickey tomorrow. Alex wouldn't care. He was out to his team, and he'd already taken me to a welcome back party for the athletes and had introduced me as his boyfriend.

"I think you're ready now baby," he said, pulling his fingers out and taking hold of my hips.

I rose and straddled his hips. He took one hand and held his massive cock upright. He left the other on my hip to help guide me. I sank just a little lower so Alex could rub his cock against my ass. He'd worked my hole until the head of his dick had slid inside me. It hurt like hell. It always did, no matter how much he stretched me beforehand.

Alex took hold of the pouch of my jockstrap and moved it aside and said, "I want to see your pretty cock when we fuck, Johnny."

I worked my way down his long pole, inch by massive inch, until my hips were resting on his pubes. I didn't have a lot of body hair, and I kept my pubes trimmed almost flush with my skin. Alex couldn't be called hairy by any stretch of the imagination but compared to me he was a beast. Once I was seated on his cock, I began to run my fingers through his sparse chest hair.

Alex took hold of my own five-inch cock with his fingers, and I almost shot my load right then. I put my hand on his wrist and said, "No! Don't touch me! If you do I won't last long."

"You have a hair trigger, Johnny," Alex replied smiling up at me.

"It's you, Alex. You're too sexy. And your cock is like magic. It makes we want to cum just when I look at it. When it's inside me, kapow!" I said, using my hands to mimic an explosion coming from my head.

I started bouncing up and down on his magic cock and I went back to playing with his chest. He was already getting a fresh bruise from when I'd bitten him earlier. His hands were running up and down my thighs.

"Take it, Johnny. Take my cock. I've got a big load coming and it's all for you," he said through gritted teeth.

"I'm so close I don't know how much longer I can hold out, Alex," I said with a queer little whine.

Alex always made me sound gay. My voice became high pitched and flirty when I was with him, and I was the guy Neto always claimed could pass for straight. I didn't know whether it was Alex's size, his big cock, or his masculine attitude, but I always became a little joto when he touched me.

"I hope you're ready to cum, Johnny, because I'm not going to hold out much longer," he said, squeezing my hips with his big basketball player's hands.

That's all I'd been waiting for; I milked his cock with my ass muscles pulling him over the edge with me and we both came at the same time. Johnny sat up while I we were coming and put me on my back with my ass in the air and he sank all the way inside me to the root of his cock and held it there while he unloaded his seed inside me.

When we finished, he fell back onto the bed and pulled me onto his chest. Not once did his cock pop out. He held me there on top of him, my cum gluing our abdomens together, and we fell asleep. My last thoughts were of what my papa would think. He wouldn't care that I was gay. Afterall, he was gay too. But I thought he'd be disappointed that I wasn't a natural macho top like him. I was a natural born bottom, and nothing could compare in my mind with the feeling of a big cock impaling my ass. I was going to have to make time to tell him. I wanted him to meet Alex. Dad knew of him, what Tucson basketball fan didn't? I wondered if he'd still be disappointed that I was such a little puto maricon once he realized that I was sleeping with Alex Xiao.