EL PADRE DE MI NOVIA-2 (My Girlfriend's father)
Pt-1
Hector handed Angel (his daughter's new boyfriend) a beer to help wash down the taste of sperm in his mouth. Angel accepted the beer as he sat back in one of the lounge chairs for to catch his breath. Hector sat down beside him, popping the top on his brew before turning it up to his lips. "You know dating my daughter is a no go, right...?" he said after chugalugging half the bottle.
"I kinda figured as much..." said Angel, hanging his head low with disappointment.
"It's not that I don't like you..." said Hector, wanting to clarify the problem. "...its just..., I don't want my daughter dating someone who sucks dick and probably gets fucked better than she does...! You understand...?"
"Yeah..." said Angel, turning his beer upright. In other words, Hector didn't want his daughter dating a fag. Angel knew his secret was blown the instant Carla's dad found out he had been in jail and knew Poncho Gonzales. Indeed Angel did know Poncho, everyone in prison did. Poncho ran the Spanish Underground in prison, and had a lot of Puerto-Ricans working for him: running numbers, selling drugs, and doing favors. With Poncho you were either one of his top henchmen, or a lowly worker. Lowly workers did all the shit jobs, and Poncho usually used them for sexual pleasure whenever his or one of his henchmen's dicks got hard. And as Hector (who had obviously been one of Poncho's henchmen while in prison) had guessed, he had indeed been punked by the older man and turned into his personal cocksucker for the duration of his prison stay. It was a low point in Angel's life, but one filled with a lot of lessons about how to please a man and get him off, talents Poncho said would serve Angel well back in society.
"You're a good kid, son..." continued Hector, tossing his empty bottle in the can as he unlocked the garage door. "...you're just not the one for my daughter..., feel me...?"
"Yes sir." said Angel, finishing his bottle before following Hector back into the house.
"It's about time..." said Carla, in the kitchen with her mother, cleaning up after the family dinner. "...you two were in the garage forever! What were you talking about...?" she asked curiously, drying her dish-panned hands on a dish towel.
"We had a man to man session..." said Hector, opening the refrigerator for another brew.
"A man to man session..." laughed Carla, not liking the sad look on her boyfriend's face. "...what's that supposed to mean...?"
Arianna Menendez watched quietly, reading the body languages in the room...
"It means..." said Hector, popping the cap on his beer can before turning it up to his mustached lips. "...I don't approve of your relationship..., and I forbid you to keep seeing him!"
"Forbid...??!" yelled Carla in tears. "WHY...??!!"
"I have my reasons..." said Hector.
"Why...? Because he's been in jail...?" asked Carla. "For god's sake daddy, you're such a hypocrite! YOU'VE been in jail!"
Hector's jaw dropped.
"How'd you know about that...?!" he asked, looking at his wife for answers.
"Come off it, dad..., EVERYONE knows! You think people haven't come up to me in the street and told me things about your past...?! You think we live in la-la land...? We're in the same neighborhood you used to sell drugs in when you were younger!"
"I TOLD YOU we should've moved!" yelled Hector, hating that his daughter knew his secret.
"Mom didn't let your past stop HER from dating you..." continued Carla, "...why should Angel's past make any difference...?!?"
"It just does!" said Hector.
"That's not fair!" yelled Carla.
"Your father has his reasons, Carla..." said Arianna, jumping in before things got out of hand. "...no matter how UNFAIR they may seem...!"
"But that's BULLSHIT, mom...!" screamed Carla, shocking everyone in the room. "I'm supposed to stop seeing Angel because DAD don't like him...??! We I DO like him! And I'm not going to stop seeing him just because YOU say so!"
"NO you won't...!" yelled Hector.
"Try to stop me..." warned Carla, "...and I'll run away!"
Hector balled his fists up, ready to punch something...
"Hector..., calm down..." said Arianna, going to her husband's side when she noticed the angry look in his eye.
"What you going to do, poppa...? Kill me...?" asked Carla, daringly.
"CARLA..., go to your room!" ordered Arianna, sensing her daughter trying to bate her father.
"No..." defied Carla, getting her coat. "...I'm going with Angel...!"
"Like hell you are...!" said Hector, reaching out to grab her.
"Let go of me...!!" screamed Carla, fighting back. Pushing against her father, she ran into Angel's arms for protection. Angel starred at Hector, who seemed to have lost all control of his daughter. "Let's GO, Angel...!" insisted Carla, having had enough.
"No." said Angel, causing Carla's face to drop.
"Don't be afraid of my father...! I'm 19..., I can legally live wherever I want...!" reasoned the teenager.
"No Carla..., this ain't right...!" said Angel, grabbing her shoulders. "These are your parents...
"I don't care!" said Carla. "I love YOU...!"
"I know..." said Angel, swallowing hard for courage. "...but I think you're father's right...!"
"Right about what...?!" asked Carla, confused.
Angel lowered his head...
"That we shouldn't date..." he said softly, as if he didn't want to admit it out loud.
"But WHY...?!" asked Carla, needing a good reason why she shouldn't date the man she loved.
"It..., just wouldn't work out..." said Angel.
"How does HE know...??" asked Carla, needing a better answer.
"Because..." said Angel, feeling trapped between a rock and a hard place. "...he knows..."
"Knows what...?? What does he know...??!"
"...that I'm..." hesitated Angel, looking into Carla's reddening eyes. "...seeing someone else...!"
Carla backed away, stunned.
"How long has THIS been happening...?" she asked, seeing Angel in a different light.
Angel thought...
"All along..." he lied, receiving a hard slap across the face.
"You bastard!" screamed Carla, hitting him some more as Angel ducked his head to cover his face. "I trusted you! And all this time you've been fucking some other bitch...?!?! I HATE you!"
Hector and Arianna pulled Carla off of Angel. When Angel uncovered his face, Arianna slapped him too...
"Get out of my house!" she ordered, taking her daughter upstairs.
"Sorry about all that..." said Hector, knowing Angel took a lot of punishment. "You okay...?"
"Yes..." said Angel, rubbing his sore cheek. "...Carla hits like her mother...!" he stated, feeling two identical slaps.
"Thanks for lying like that..." said Hector, patting Angel's shoulder. "...there's no need for Carla to know the REAL reason why I don't want you to date her..., or what we did in the garage...!"
"I agree, sir..." said Angel, believing the lie would help him save face.
Just then, 21 year old Antonio Menendez came downstairs...
"What did you do to my sister...?!" he asked, before punching Angel in the gut. Angel doubled over in pain as all the wind was quickly knocked from his lungs...
"Stop Tony..., it ain't what you think...!" defended Hector, grabbing his son's punching arm.
"Carla's upstairs crying her eyes out..." said Tony to his father, as Angel knelt on the floor catching his breath. "...what do you mean it's not what I think...?!??"
"It's complicated it all...!" said Hector. "Angel's not dating your sister anymore...! That's all to it! End of story!"
"Then why's he still here...?!" asked Tony, looking down at his sister's ex-boyfriend. "Get the fuck out!" he insisted.
"Go on, Angel..." added Hector, as the boy got up off his knees.
"Th...thank you, sir..." said Angel, wishing he could say more...
"Get the fuck out..." rushed Tony, ready to hit Angel again. "...fuckin' fag...!"
Pt-2
For days Angel thought about what happened back at the Menendez household. Carla called a few times, leaving nasty messages about what a `douche-bag' he'd been and how much she despised him. She was glad that he was out of her life, and she pitied his pathetic life plan to become an mortician, calling him a sick necrophiliac!
It was hard for Angel to hear the horrible messages left by his ex-girlfriend (who he still had feelings for), but he understood her anger in believing his love was a lie, that he had been cheating on her with another woman during the whole time of their courtship. None of it was true of course, but it beat telling her the truth. He would just have to learn to live without her again. The harder part (much to his surprise) was learning to live without her father. In the short time Angel had come to know Hector Menendez, he'd grown to like him a lot, and actually enjoyed the sex they had in the garage (last chapter). In fact, he jacked off several times over the last couple of days, remembering how Hector's dick felt in his mouth, and reminiscing how good his cum tasted. Angel could accept that Carla now hated him and no longer wanted him in her life, but Hector knew the truth behind why he really couldn't be with her, and Angel felt the understanding they shared made them kindred somehow.
Angel had an overwhelming desire to see Hector again, if only to let him know how he felt.
43 year old Hector Menendez didn't ask for much from life: good health, happy family, and a cold beer every once in awhile. For quite time after work, he liked to spend time sitting in his garage, kicking back in his lounge chair and drinking as many beers as he felt like without his wife's constant nagging. When he felt like being hospitable, he'd open the large garage doors and allow his neighbors to come over, watch a game and share a beer, but mostly he just liked to chill.
Sitting in his man cave, he downed more than a few beers while watching some mindless sports show, and thinking about the experience he just had with his daughter's new boyfriend. Even now (days later) his dick still got hard thinking of how good the boy sucked dick. Poncho and the guys in prison had definitely taught the kid a trade he could make a living at. Hector thought he knew men who would pay to have their dicks sucked so expertly, so long as no one found out. Ever since getting head from his daughter's ex-boyfriend, Hector had been jacking off at least once a day at the memory of the boy's sweet sucking lips buried in his pubes.
He was just beginning to settle back in his chair, his strong muscular legs spread wide open to give his swelling cock breathing room, when his wife knocked on the inner door...
"Hector..." she called through the locked door, "...you have a visitor at the front door...!"
"Fuck!" cursed Hector, willing his erection away as he finished off his current beer and disposed of the bottle before his wife could see it. Then he stood up and unlocked the door to find his wife (Arianna) still standing there, peering into his private cave.
"What do you be DOING in there after you come home from work...?" she asked, peaking her head in.
"The same thing YOU do in the bathroom every time we have somewhere important to go to...!" countered Hector, popping a mint in his mouth before kissing his wife's cheek.
"Ha-ha..., very funny..." said Arianna, slapping her husband's firm ass as he walked back into the house.
"Don't start nothing you can't finish, woman...!" he joked, passing through the kitchen and into the hallway leading towards the front door. Adjusting his eyes, he was surprised to see Angel standing inside the foyer, waiting nervously.
"What the hell..." he said aloud as he approached the boy...
"Be nice, Hector..." whispered Arianna, before leaving them alone. "...I think he's here to apologize..."
"Hi mr Menendez..." said Angel, politely.
"Hey..." said the older man, dumbfounded for why the boy was there. Looking upstairs, he wondered if Carla was home...?
"She not here..." said Angel, reading the father's mind. "...I came by when I knew she wouldn't be home...!"
"Okay..." said Hector, folding his muscular arms. "...why...?"
Angel fought through his nerves...
"Can we..., TALK...in private...?" he asked.
Hector looked the boy over, figuring whatever he was selling they weren't buying...
"I don't think so, son..." said the older man, skeptically. "...no matter what you say..., I still don't think you and Carla make a good couple...!"
"I'm uh..., I'm not here to talk about Carla, sir..." said the boy, respectfully.
"No...?" asked Hector, surprised. "Then what'r...OH..." he said, suddenly realizing what the real reason for the visit was. "...uh..." he hesitated, scratching the back of his head as he tried to figure out a private place to talk... "...how bout the garage...?"
"Okay." agreed Angel, following the older man though the house.
"So what did he want to talk to you about...?" asked Arianna (washing chicken in the sink for the night's dinner) when her husband stepped into the kitchen. She suddenly looked shocked a moment later when Angel stepped in, following... "Oh..." she said, realizing the TALK wasn't over.
"I'm going to have a talk with Angel in the garage for a few minutes, alright...?" asked Hector, hugging his wife from behind. "Let me know if Carla comes home before he leaves..., I don't want her running into him in case things get ugly...!"
"Okay..." said Arianna, worried for that as well.
She watched silently as her husband showed Angel into the garage, then locked the door behind them...
"Want a beer...?" asked Hector, heading to the fridge.
"Yes sir!" said Angel, hoping the beer would calm his rattled nerves.
Hector reached inside and pulled out 2 beers, tossing one to Angel. Angel twisted the cap, then quickly turned the bottle up to his lips. Hector did the same, never taking his eyes off the kid.
"So..., what can I do for you...?" asked Hector, curiously.
Angel swallowed...
"I know you don't believe I'm what your daughter needs in a boyfriend, sir..." started the 24 year old, sounding like he was about to argue on the contrary... "...and you're right...!"
Hector's eyebrows rose unexpectedly. "I'm not here to argue why I'm the right guy for Carla, sir..." continued Angel, fighting the urge to leave without reveal the real reason for his visit. "...I'm here because..." he continued, swallowing hard. "...ever since the day I met you..., I can't get you out of my head...!"
Hector held back his questions as he took another swig, wondering where the kid was going with this? "I haven't been with another guy since I got out of jail..., but after being with you..., all I can think of is sucking your dick again..., --if you'd let me...!"
"Well..." started Hector, feeling his dick already starting to swell in his shorts... "...I don't know if that's a good idea either..." he said. "...if anybody found out..."
"No one will, sir..." promised Angel. "...not from ME anyway...!"
"Well I sure as hell wouldn't tell anybody...!" said Hector. "I have too much to lose if my wife or daughter found out...!"
"I promise, sir..., it'll be just between you and me...!" pleaded Angel. "I could come by when no one's home..., or sneak in from the back..., or I could meet you somewhere else...!"
Hector laughed...
"You really eager to suck this dick again, eh...?"
"Yes, sir..." admitted Angel. "...it bought back a lot of memories...! I nearly forgot how much I liked it..., servicing another man's dick...!"
Hector took another swig, looking at Angel in a different light..., rubbing his dick bulge absentmindedly...
"Then why don't you get over here and show me how much you miss it..." suggested Hector, finishing off his bottle.
Angel handed the man his opened bottle (as Hector tossed his empty on in the trash) and got down on his knees. Staring up into the eyes of the man standing before him, Angel pressed his face into Hector's groin, feeling the length of his manhood press against his face.
Hector stared down at the worshipping boy as he drank from his bottle. Angel reached up and started to pull down Hector's waistband, revealing first his wild pubic hair, then the base and the length of his long dick...
Pushing his nose into the pubes, Angel began sniffing his ex's father's crotch, loving the way the man's cock and balls smelled. Licking the base of the dick, he slowly pulled the shorts down Hector's muscular thighs until the entire cock was exposed. Angel licked his way down the sides of the dick until he got to the foreskin covered head, then using his tongue, he curled it under and scooped the cockhead into his mouth, suckling the head inside.
"Yeah..." moaned Hector, missing that mouth nearly as much as Angel missed the dick. "...suck that dick..." he said lustfully, as the boy warm wet mouth slowly enveloped him.
Angel slowly stretched his lips down the long hard shaft, taking each inch of Hector's 8" powerhouse into his mouth until his lips were sucking snugly about the base. Hector moaned softly as Angel's tongue slithered along the underbelly. Using his hands, Angel pulled back the loose foreskin, bunching it down about the base as he dragged his lips back up to the head, sucking firmly about the fat juicy crown before going back down... "Damn you can suck dick..." praised Hector, feeling the boy's nose disappear back in his pubes as his dick lodged in his sucking throat.
Angle's hands caressed Hector's hairy legs while he sucked, bobbing his head back and forth as he tasted his ex-girlfriend's dick for the second time. Hector finished off the beer before tossing it aside, then focusing on the blow job at hand. Belching, he looked down at the boy on his knees, servicing his strong dick like they did when he was in prison. It'd been awhile since he had a cum hungry guy work his dick regularly. He remember having his pick of candidates for a few loose cigarettes and a empty promise of safety. How many boy's throats had he cum down under the false promise of keeping them safe, only to share them afterwards with his cell block buddies? Hector too had nearly forgotten how good it felt to have a hungry cocksucker at his beck and call.
Angel could feel the spit starting to generate in his mouth while he sucked. Breathing through his nose, he slithered his lips up and down the hard shaft, sucking deeply as he swallowed 6 to 7 inches of stiff Puerto-rican phallus with every stroke. Wanting the enjoyable sensation to last as long as possible, Hector slowly backed himself up into his favorite chair. Angel followed along on his knees, crawling across the floor with Hector's cock hanging halfway out of his mouth. The big spit wet dick feel free for a moment when Hector pushed his shorts down around his ankles and sat down. Angel immediately wedged himself between the sitting man's spread thighs and resumed sucking, taking the hard male prick back into his mouth as he worked the stiff shaft.
Relaxing in his seat, Hector watched as Angel bobbed his head in his lap, swallowing his dick to the root. Angel pressed his face into Hector's groin, pounding his own throat down about the hard shaft for multiple strokes, using his throat muscles as a plunger as loud noisy cork sounds emitted from the friction. Hector caringly caressed Angle's braided hair, helping him bob his head while he sucked.
"Fuck boy..., that mouth of yours is lethal...!" he said, feeling his dick strain.
Angel was in his own world, his lips tightly wrapped around the dick of the man he admired the most. For 10 solid minutes Angel sucked Hector's prod, hollowing his facial cheeks as he tried suctioning the cum up from the married man's churning balls.
Angel undid his own pants as he reached in to release his hard-on. Stroking himself, he continued to suck as Hector leaned forward to see what the boy had to offer his daughter. Angel's dick looked to be about 7" stiff, also uncut with a slight foreskin. He stroked his dick back and forth while he fed, masturbating as he awaited the taste of Hector's load. But Hector had other plans as he reached down over Angel's bobbing head and stuffed his hand curiously down into the seat of his pants, feeling for his ass. Angel groaned around the mouthful of meat in his mouth as Hector's curious fingers ran along his slightly haired ass crack, before zeroing in on his tight hole.
"Shit kid..., you take dick too...?" he asked, wanting some ass.
"Yes, sir!" groaned Angel through slurps.
Hector pulled his hand from Angel's pants, then licked his middle finger before shoving his hand back down inside the confides of his jeans. Fingering the cleft, Hector forced his moist middle finger into the hole, breaking the anal seal as he buried his finger up to the second knuckle.
Angel flexed his asshole around the exploring digit involuntarily, his excited anus eager to make a new friend. Hector loved how hot and tight the A-hole felt around his finger, and forced a second inside as Angle groaned and squirmed in discomfort.
"Oh man...I gotta fuck that ass...!" said Hector, pulling Angel up off his knees. "You ready to get butt fucked, boy...?" he asked.
"Yes sir!" said Angel.
"Take off those fucking clothes!" insisted Hector, super hot and ready to fuck.
Angel stripped off his over shirt, then started kicking off his shoes and yanking down his pants while Hector reached into a nearby file cabinet for some KY he usually kept handy for those night the misses refused service and he was left to seek relief in his old porno collection. Squeezing a healthy amount onto his fingers, Hector reached up between Angel's spread legs and began greasing his shit-chute. Angel bowed his knees as Hector greased the tight pucker, then inserted a slick finger to loosen the ring. Once well greased, he added a second and then a third finger, moving them back and forth as Angel's hole adjusted. "Nice tight pussy...!" he complimented before removing his fingers. "Get up here and sit down on this dick...!" he ordered, greasing his own fuck tool.
Angel climbed up into the chair, straddling Hector's thighs as he reached back and aligned Hector's cock to his hole...
"UHHH..." he groaned as the head started to sink into him.
Hector waited patiently as Angel adjusted himself (rising up to give his hole a breather), then slowly sat back down as the dickhead penetrated his anus. "Shit...!" cursed the boy, feeling his asshole stretch wide. Hector placed his huge hands on the boy's hips for support, trying to keep from thrusting up into him, wanting to let Angel mount so he could get used to it quicker.
Angel slowly settled down as he rested his ass in Hector's lap, successfully sheathing every inch of the proud puertorican's dick inside his overstuffed hole.
"You okay...?" asked Hector, noting the immense pain written across Angel's angelic face.
"Yes sir...! Please..., just give me a minute...?" he begged, feeling Hector's dick pulse inside him.
Hector waited as Angel's asshole molded and adjusted to the length of his dick, the angry sphincter muscles flexing and squeezing against Angel's will, fighting for the right to protect the anal track. Once the muscles started to relax, Angel started to move, rotating his hips as he slowly fucked himself on Hector's dong. Hector loved the feeling of the tight anal ring wrapped around his dick, choking his shaft, it was like slipping his dick into the skinny end of a soda bottle.
Angel sat facing the husband and father, rising and lowering his ass as the dick started to slide in and out of him. His own hard dick rubbed against Hector's wife-beater, leaving wet pre-cum track stains as he moved up and down, fucking his own ass. Hector couldn't help reaching around behind Angel, grabbing two heaping fistfuls of Rican ass as he helped the boy move. Angel groaned louder as the dick started to pick up speed, pulling and pushing against his anal ring as it sliced a path straight through him.
Facing face to face, Hector watched Angel's facial expression while they fucked. He loved the painfully erotic expressions on the boy's sexy face, the way he bit his pink lower lip to keep from making too much noise and alerting the people inside what was happening outside.
Hector couldn't keep himself from getting too excited and thrusting up into the boy. Each time he thrusts his hips upward, Angel would groan aloud, squirming like a cat on a hot tin roof.
"Damn you one sexy motherfucker..." said Hector, looking up into the boy's face. "...I can see WHY my daughter was so attracted to you...!"
Angel looked back down into Hector's eyes as he rode his dick. Wrapping his arms around Hector's neck and broad shoulders, he felt Hector's hands lifting his ass higher, shoving him lower as he fucked his ass deeper.
"Oh god..." groaned Angel as his asshole became moist with desire, a willing funnel for which Hector's dick poked and prodded for instant gratification. Angel could feel every stroke the thick cock made into his bowels, digging deep as the two bodies moved against each other.
Reached up behind Angel's neck, Hector caressed and stroked the back of his neck before pulling Angel's face down closer to his. In a bold move, the married straight man kissed the former convict, shoving his talented tongue into the 24 year old's slack mouth.
Angel groaned into Hector's mouth as his dick continued to rub against Hector's wife-beater. Hector lifted his t-shirt up overhead, exposing his hairy torso as he resumed kissing. Angel could feel his dick rubbing against the carpet of body hair possessing Hector's body. The tingling sensation caused Angel's cock to jump and jerk with excitement. Soon he was gushing warm cum all over Hector's belly hair, matting the hairs to his stomach.
Meanwhile Hector got to feel Angel's asshole spasm around his plunging cock. When Angel got too engrossed in his own orgasm to be of any use, Hector picked the boy up in his arms, then gently spun around and dropped him into the lounge chair, lifting his legs up about his biceps.
"Oh shit...!" gasped Angle, noticing what position he was in.
With Hector now in control of the thrusts, the face levels had just rose a few bars as Hector pushed Angel back in the seat, then proceeded to fuck him at his own accord.
"AARRHHH...AARRHH...AARRHHH...AARRHHH..." grunted Angel after every inward thrust. Hector fucked hard and deep, shoving every inch of his solid manhood inside the well lubed hole. "Oh god...! Please...! Go slower...! Oooh...! UHH...AARRHH...!" panted Angel through grit teeth. Hector ignored his pleas as he fucked the boy with increasing pace, driving his rock solid probe deeper into the sweet abyss with every stroke.
"Oh fuck..." gasped Hector, gripping the chair as he slammed his cock home for a total of four more thrusts...! "RRRRRHHH...! RRRRHHHH...! RRRRHHHHH...!" he grunted as he buried his dick and came. "AAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRHHHHHH FUCK...!!!" he yelled triumphantly.
Angel felt the fat dick pulse and jerk well inside him, coating his entire innards with a fresh batch of potent semen. Hector fell against Angel, feeling weakened as the essence of his very soul spurted out along with his sperm, filling his daughter's ex-boyfriend's gut with a heaping helping their Puerto-rican genes. Angel accepted the warm nut inside his body, his entrails becoming sloppy with the copious load as it leaked out about Hector's embedded manhood.
Hector kept his cock buried until his orgasm was completely over. Only when his dick started to shrink did he finally remove it, allowing it to fall helplessly from Angel's wet hole.
"We'd better get dressed...!" he said, suddenly worried that his wife might have heard them.
"Thank you sir..., for letting me come back over again..." said Angel, getting out of the seat.
"Any time, son..." said Hector, as he pulled up his shorts and looked for something to clean the cum off his hairy belly. "...as a matter of fact..., give me your cell phone number so I can call you when the coast is clear...! I wanna get back up in that ass again, real soon!" said the married father of 3...
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