El Paso Chapter 2
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El Paso 2
"Proper Courting"
By the time I got home it was nearly 1am Saturday morning. Now that the buzz was wearing off, I was completely toasted so I shucked off my warm dry clothes, jumped in the bed and crashed hard. I dreamed dirty, perverted little dreams in which me and Felino were very entangled with a lot of heavy breathing going on. I was just getting to the good part when the fucking phone started ringing and woke me up. My peter was rock hard and about two strokes would bring me the relief I needed. I gave it a squeeze as the phone rang again. I looked at the clock, it was noon. Guess it's about time to get up any way - still...
"HELLO!?!"I answered rudely.
"Hey, Otto, it's me" came Felino's voice across the line, "everything okay?"
"Yeah, Fay, you just interrupted a great dream, nothing major" I said looking at my now softening dick, "so what's the plan today?"
"Well, I swapped out shifts with Tomás, so I'll be outta here at 5:30" he said.
"I'll be waiting in the parking lot, should I bring flowers and chocolates?" I said sarcastically.
"Surprise me" he says "gotta run...customers" then silence. He hung up on me.
Dear God, I need some water. My tongue feels like desert sand and my breath smells like somebody shit in my mouth. I get up and go into the bathroom and fill a glass with tap water and drink it, then repeat that action three more times. Now that the dryness problem is better, I pull out the toothbrush and load it and start some dental hygiene. I reach up to open the medicine cabinet and realize quickly that it's time for a shower; there's sexy mild body odors and then there's putrid stench. At this point, my aroma is definitely more toward the stench end of the scale. My hair is so light, I really don't need to shave but once every few days, but since I have an actual date planned, I decide to make this one of those days. I look at myself in the mirror; I'm still in pretty good shape. I have a little bit of a belly from too many nights of sipping beer at the cantina, but I'm going to cut way back on that now since I won't have to perv all night at the bar the way I've been doing. Despite how light the hair on my head is, it has this weird disconnect with the dark blonde/brown treasure trail and pubes. At rest, I have about five inches hanging down, but I'm a shower, not so much a grower so it only gets about an inch and a half longer on hard. My dad won the argument about circumcision; my foreskin covers about half the head when erect and the whole thing when its drooping over my big low hangers. The combination make a decent looking bulge in the right pants. Snapping back to reality, I rinse off, towel dry and walk into the closet.
He wants real traditional courting I think to myself looking through my clothes. I pick out a pair of khaki pants and a blue oxford cloth button down shirt; the old job interview uniform. Then, in an exceedingly rare act, I open the second drawer in my chest and pull out a pair of boxer briefs. Out of the third drawer I grab an appropriate pair of socks and go sit on the end of the bed to pull them on. I stand up and pull on the boxer briefs and the shirt, then pull the pants on and tuck the shirt inside. All I need now is my belt and dress shoes and the ensemble is complete.
I go into the kitchen and make myself a small smoothie. I need the vitamins but I don't want to spoil my appetite since I'm pretty sure we'll be going to dinner together in a couple of hours. Afterward, I decide to call Felino's bluff. On the way to Rosa's, I stop by the florist and buy some roses and then I go into Dillard's and pick up a box of Godiva chocolates. I pull up into Rosa's parking lot with about 10 minutes to wait, but as soon as Felino sees the old turquoise and white truck, I see him say something to Tomás and he starts out the door toward me. To keep in courting mode, I jump out and walk around and open and close the door for him. He see's the roses and starts laughing.
"But wait, there's more" I say with my best impersonation of the old TV commercials, as I hand him the small box of way overpriced chocolates.
"The flowers are beautiful, but let me help you kill two birds with one bouquet" he says and runs back in the cantina with the flowers.
A few seconds later, Tia Rosa comes out to the truck with him and she gives me a quick peck on the cheek and says `muchas gracias'.
"De nada" I tell her. Apparently, Felino has given her the flowers; we drive off.
"I told her that you wanted to bring her something to show you were sorry about making her worry last night" he said. "She says you are a real cariño - a sweetie. I reserve my judgement; but it IS looking promising."
I jump on I-10 and head out of the city.
"Where are we going?" he asks. I look over and see he's stepped up his dress code for our date as well.
"It's a surprise. You said to surprise you" I tease.
"I hate surprises" he says.
"Too bad."
The drive takes about 30 minutes, after his constant impersonation of a 6 year-old asking Are we there yet? as I turn off onto 793, he finally guesses where we're headed.
"Cattleman's? Damn, novio, you must be making good money" he jokes.
"No, but hey, TRADITIONAL...COURTING..." I reply.
About an hour and a half later and a hundred or so dollars lighter, we waddle back to the truck and start back for the city. I decide spur of the moment to go up to Ascarate Park; we park the truck and walk over to watch some teenagers playing soccer under the lights. He leans against me sleepily and I bask in my own contentment. In about an hour the game is wrapping up so we walk back to the truck and I take him to his apartment. I get out and open the door in my mock gentleman mode and walk him to his door.
"I guess this is goodnight" I say, and give him one of those same lame-ass bro hugs he pulled on me last night and start to walk back to the truck. He runs after me and in a flash his tongue is in my mouth.
"This was a real date. For all the effort you put into it, you get a bonus" he says. He leans in for another kiss and while I'm tongue wrestling with him I feel him grip my pole though my khakis. I push into his hand and he backs off.
"Ah ah ah. Not on the first date" he laughs and takes his teasing ass inside, leaving me with a raging bone. I smile all the way home. When I get inside, I drop the clothing and lay on the bed. I have to get some relief so I start stroking and I'm getting close pretty quick when...RING RING. There goes the fucking phone again.
"Hey, Otto, what you doing" he says. I feel like he knows exactly what I'm doing.
"Just taking care of some manual labor before bed" I say. I can hear him snickering.
"Come over tomorrow after lunch" he says. Rosa's only opens for lunch on Sunday.
"So, what do I get for a second date?" I ask, "I'm not sure I can afford many more dates like last night."
"You really didn't have to go `all out' like that. I was kind of kidding, you know" he said.
"You seemed pretty serious to me."
"Serious about courting, yes, but you don't have to impress me with money. I just don't want to be anybody's quick fuck" he says.
"You're not just some fuck buddy to me, I don't think of anybody that way" I say, "I'd just like to know we can actually do something a little bolder than kiss before I'm 30."
"We'll see how it goes tomorrow. Don't dress preppy again. Let's retire those clothes for job interviews" he laughed.
"Okay, see you tomorrow, love" I say.
"Good night" he says.
He kept me on the phone just long enough to go limp, so I give up and just turn out the lamp and try to go to sleep.
Later on in the night, my dream is back. We're on a beach somewhere. I'm chasing Felino, but he keeps disappearing behind big palm trees. I finally catch up to him and tackle him. We lay on the sand laughing, then stretch out in the shade of the palms and look out over the ocean. The beach is deserted except for us two. He kisses me, just like he did in real life earlier this evening. I kiss back. We end up rolling around, first him on top of me, then reversed. Finally, in this dream, I'm the one on top facing him. We're kissing passionately and pumping our hips pressing our cocks together. I'm getting so close and I can feel he is as well. I hump him hard again and I begin to cum over and over; this is going to be such a mess; I think to myself.
That's when I wake up on my stomach in a pool of semen. I've creamed my sheets royally. I haven't done that since I was 13. Groaning I get up and find a dirty towel and wipe up the puddle. I'm too tired to change sheets in the middle of the night. I'll deal with it in the morning. I lay back down on the `wrong' side of the bed and minutes later I'm out like a light.
Lambodara 4/17/21
Sorry, no real sex scenes yet. These guys are both more or less semi-closeted virgins, so they'll take it slow. Stay tuned. ;-D