[This is a work of fiction. I may have experienced some of the dynamics in the storyline, but all the characters and settings are figments of my imagination. It is the coming of age stories of two high school friends involved in the school soccer team. For people in the UK, think football. The two boys are gay since the boy are past the age of consent, they engage in what I hope you will find a torrent fuck scene. If any of this offends the reader, he should leave now.
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[I did a little research about Colombian culture so I wouldn't make a huge gaffe. I don't know what the English of a Colombian teenager with three years in the U.S. would sound like. Rather than make up a kind of Spanglish, I wrote the dialog in standard English, with a few familiar Spanish words where appropriate.]
From the end of Part 2:
Lena said, "I wish you had come to us first. I love my big brother, and he always watched out for me, but he didn't always act responsibly when it came to men. He was a big headache for your grandparents. Things are a little better now than when he was younger, but things are still not great for men like him back home."
"So, I start my junior year in a couple of months. In this country, junior year is when you start looking at colleges, so you know where to apply when you're a senior. How important is it to you that I go to Bogot‡ for university?" J.P. asked.
Jack and Juan Pablo: A Love Story - Part 3
The following weeks and months were a time of deep discussions for both the Benson and S‡nchez families. Jack had to confront his indecision about what kind of college he wanted to go to and what he wanted to study. Similarly, J.P. and his family had to figure out whether he should or even could go to Colombia to study. After Coco thought about it for awhile, he wondered whether Juan Pablo would run into visa problems returning to the U.S. As it stood, his presence was governed by his parents' immigrant standing as essential employees who moved to the U.S. under special visas because of their backgrounds and skills. Would he qualify to return to the U.S. after he turned 18?
When Jack and J.P. talked together, they discussed how Jack could accompany J.P. to Colombia if that was what he felt he needed to do. J.P. recalled that Bogot‡ had several well respected Spanish language schools for non-Spanish speaking adults. J.P. thought that a year at one of those intensive programs might allow Jack to learn Spanish well enough to go to university in Colombia.
"But where would I live if you have stay with your grandma?" Jack wondered.
"If my grandma likes you, we could live with my family," J.P. answered. "If that didn't work out or you didn't want to, I think the Spanish programs find host families for their students to live with."
"Could we go visit and see how she reacts to me?" asked Jack.
"Sure. Hospitality is extremely important to Colombians. There is always room for a visitor. The thing is, do we tell her we're a couple? If we did, I don't know how she'd react. If we don't, we won't find out what we need to know. I'll ask my parents what they think."
Jack agreed, but asked, "Well, how do you feel about going to college in the U.S.?"
"It's a huge country," replied JP. "There must be some place that the two of us could go together."
"By the way," Jack said. "My parents are going away for the weekend in two weeks to visit my Aunt Patty, my mother's sister, who's having medical problems. She lives alone and she needs my parents to help her with something in the house. They said I don't have to go, and that you could stay over with me if you want and your parents say it's OK, as long as we behave ourselves Ð whatever that means."
"Cool," said J.P. "I'll ask them and let you know."
Two weeks later, having gotten his parents' permission, J.P. showed up on Friday afternoon with a gym bag holding enough clothes and toiletries for two nights.
"Thank you for letting me stay over with Jack," J.P. said to Jack's mom. She and Jack's dad were scheduled to leave after the rush hour traffic thinned out.
"There's a casserole in the fridge for you guys. Just pop it in the microwave and follow the directions I taped to it. And here's some cash in case you want to get pizza or something," Pam said. "And NO parties! NO alcohol! NO drugs! I don't want to come home to a mess or a police report."
"Thanks, Mom." "Thanks, Mrs. Benson," the boys chorused. "We won't."
A few hours later, the teenagers had the modest home to themselves.
After they ate supper, Jack asked, "What do you wannna do?"
With a twinkle in his eyes, J.P. said, "Make out. How about you?"
"Sounds like fun," said Jack as he went around behind J.P. and put his arms around him in a big hug. J.P. rubbed his ass against Jack's groin.
"Oooh! What have we got here?" J.P. said as he kept rubbing. "Someone's got something hard down there. "Maybe I should find out what it is and do something about it." J.P. twisted around and kissed Jack on the lips while grinding his own hardon into Jack's growing mass.
Jack broke off suddenly. "We gotta at least close the drapes. We don't want to give the neighbors a free show."
"Or we could go up to your room. That would be a lot quicker." The teens took the stairs two at a time, stopping just inside the door of Jack's room to continue the kiss so rudely interrupted a minute ago.
After some hot tongue dueling, Jack moved down to J.P.'s neck, licking and biting gently as J.P. started moaning Spanish words Jack had never heard before.
"Lift your arms," Jack ordered. As soon as J.P. did what he was told, Jack pulled his t-shirt over his head, and dove down to suck J.P.'s nipples until they stood hard and firm. It seems the introvert in this relationship was in charge when it came to sexual things, with the extrovert meekly doing what he was told while moaning and purring as he was taken care of.
Next, Jack was pulling J.P.'s cargo shorts down and then his boxers, freeing J.P.'s boner to slap his abdomen with a resounding thwack. J.P.'s uncircumcised cock was rock hard and already leaking clear fluid out the tip of his foreskin. Jack was on his knees licking and kissing J.P.'s balls. After sucking each one gently into his mouth to J.P.'s very vocal, "Suck 'em, baby. You like them in your mouth, don't you?" answered only by a grunt from Jack's full mouth. Then Jack moved slowly up J.P.'s dark brown penis, much darker than his coffee-colored facial skin, kissing and licking the underside until he reached the tip, where J.P.'s mushroom head was peeking out.
Jack got up and pushed J.P. backwards toward the bed until the mattress hit the backs of his thighs and he toppled onto his back, at which time Jack had madly stripped off his clothes and piled on top of his lover, deep kissing his mouth and rubbing his own boner against J.P.'s as the two hiked themselves all the way onto the bed, with Jack still on top.
J.P. had told his parents, "Neither one of us has, um, like penetrated the other yet." He had not lied. Frottage, mutual masturbation and oral sex were as far as they had ever gone. They both sensed that something more was happening now. Their testosterone-fueled teen sex drives were on auto-pilot.
J.P. took his turn servicing his partner's very white penis and pink, circumcised head, licking around the corona and the frenulum on the underside where the head splits and the nerves are so sensitive. Suddenly Jack told him to stop because he was afraid he might ejaculate at any second, and he didn't want the fun to end so soon.
As they lay there nuzzling each other's necks, J.P. whispered, "Jack, I É I need you in me. I need to feel that big dick inside me now!"
"Juan Pablo, I love you so much, and I've wanted to fuck you so badly. We've never done this before. Are you sure you're ready for this?" Jack asked. "Won't it hurt a lot? I don't want to hurt you." He only called his partner by his full name in deeply intimate moments. Otherwise, it was simply J.P.
"I'm sure it will hurt, but I want É no I NEED you to do this so much. Just go slow. Start with your finger. Do you have any lube?"
"Just Vaseline, dear Juanpa. Do you think I should use a condom? I found a packet of them in my sock drawer after I told my parents about us. I figure my dad bought them for me. I was so moved that he would do that for me."
"Have you ever fucked anyone else, Jack?" J.P. wanted to know.
"No, of course not. I don't even know any other gay guys, well, maybe I do, but I don't know that I do."
"Then no condom. Last I checked, I can't get pregnant," J.P. laughed. "Quick, get the Vaseline." Jack ran to the bathroom and back with a big jar of Vaseline.
J.P. turned over onto his stomach and raised the globes of his futbolista ass, wiggling it at Jack. Jack knelt behind him and proceeded to kiss those beautiful cheeks with their fine coating of downy black hair. He moved his tongue down J.P.'s ass crack, breathing in the musky, sweaty aroma, while J.P. lay there moaning. Then he touched his tongue to the hair-rimmed pink hole, swirling it around, driving Juan Pablo into a frenzy.
"Grease up your finger, parce! Push the Vaseline in slowly, coat my hole and swirl it around inside," J.P. begged. "I want you, Jack. I want your cock to make love to me. Please!"
Jack complied, pushing in slowly until his middle finger was in to the second knuckle. J.P.'s hole sucked it in as his asshole contracted and massaged Jack's finger.
"Now another finger, slowly stretch my hole." J.P. winced as Jack followed his lover's direction.
Jack swiftly pulled his fingers out. "Did I hurt you, Juanpa?"
"A little, but it feels so good. Get them back in there. Add a third finger. Move them up and down slowly. Ahhhh! I can't wait till you put your big boy inside me." J.P. was squirming on Jack's fingers, grunting and moaning. "Now, now, I'm ready!"
Jack globbed some of the Vaseline on his cock, covering it from tip to base, then told J.P. to spread his cheeks. J.P. spread them with both hands and urgently pushed his ass toward Jack.
"Ready?" Jack asked, as he pushed slowly but firmly on J.P.'s pucker until the head popped in. J.P. pushed back slowly, moaning all the time. J.P. grabbed onto the sheet and buried his head in the pillow, rocking back and forth in a combination of pain and ecstasy.
"Stop! Just hold it there until I get used to it. Oh, Jack, I feel so full. I've wanted this for so long."
"Baby, you feel so hot, my cock has never felt so good. I have to stop, too, or I'll blow my load, I'm so close."
"Take it out slowly, Jack. I want to see your face while you fuck me."
Jack slid his cock out of J.P.'s ass just as he was instructed. J.P. flipped over on his back, and Jack knelt between his friend's furry legs, pushing them apart and lifting them over his shoulders so he could get at J.P.'s hole. Then he slowly slipped his engorged penis back into J.P., who was alternately moaning and purring.
This time Jack kept pushing slowly but firmly until he hit J.P.'s sweet spot, massaging his boyfriend's prostate, making J.P.'s precum flow steadily from the tip of his cock, which was now bulging out of its tight foreskin. Jack took it in his hand and slowly pulled it over the edge of J.P.'s helmet while continuing to rock back and forth, driving J.P. into a trance-like state. Then Jack slowly pushed in all the way, bottoming out, his balls slapping J.P.'s backside.
When he was all the way in, Jack paused and asked J.P. whether he was okay. J.P. held up a finger and whispered, "Hold it like that, baby, until I get used to you. You make me feel so good. . . . OK, start pulling it out a little . . . Oh, just like that! Jack fuck me, fuck me now! I want to feel you sliding in and out."
Jack took his cue and pulled almost all the way out, leaving his cockhead just inside. Then, he pushed slowly back in until he was completely buried in J.P.'s ass. Then, back a little faster. By the fourth or fifth stoke he lost control and slammed it all the way to the bottom.
"Oh, YES! Give it to me. Fuck me. Give me your love cream!" cried J.P.
"I'm getting close!" Jack yelled back.
"Looking down at J.P.'s streaming cock, Jack took it and worked the foreskin up and down as he picked up his own rhythm. J.P. matched it lifting his butt off the mattress as Jack plunged down, all the while jacking the Colombian cock that was throbbing and getting bigger and bigger, if that was even possible.
J.P. came first, letting out a keening yell. "ÁSi, si!" and "ÁOoo, caro!," "ÁDios mio!" followed by the first of many, many streams of cum coating his belly, some even hitting his face.
Jack increased his thrust, slamming into his Latin lover. One, last, strong thrust and he stopped while his cock exploded into paroxysms, filling J.P.'s intestine with shot after shot of boy cream.
After what seemed an eternity of floating in ecstasy, they slowly came down from what had to be the strongest orgasms that both of them had ever experienced. As Jack's erection seeped away, J.P. groaned, "Don't take it out, Jack. I want to feel that way forever." Alas, what goes up must come down, and Jack's cock popped out, and he slumped onto J.P's stomach as all his lover's boy juice squished between them. At the same time, J.P.'s asshole relaxed and began dripping Jack's cum in a steady stream onto the bed sheet. They dozed off in each other's arms
When they finally roused themselves, it was almost midnight. Jack awoke first and looked with amazement at the gorgeous caramel-colored beauty lying in his bed. During the heat of their coupling, Jack's mind had gone to another level where he could think only of the euphoria his penis was relaying to the rest of his body., Somehow, though, a tiny video camera in his brain had clicked on and recorded the incredible scene. As he played it over in his head, he saw his erect, greased up penis pistoning in and out of the most gorgeous ass he could have ever imagined. The sight of those plump melons each side of his cock made him start to bone up again. All he could think of is how amazing it was that he, a skinny, rangy ball boy (with an admittedly amazing piece) had the privilege of fucking the boy he considered the most beautiful person in the world. How his luck had changed from those self-isolating days when he hated his very existence.
J.P. woke slowly, blinking and trying to figure out where he was. He emerged from a dream of sexual paradise, where the strongest, most caring boy he could ever imagine was actually fucking him. As soon as he realized that boy was physically spooning him, he spun around, clasped Jack in a hug and initiated a long, lazy tongue-sharing kiss.
"My God," Jack said, "look at the mess we are. Time to shower and strip the bed and put a clean sheet on."
"A shower sounds good," said J.P., "but I was hoping we could do it again. Why bother changing the bed?"
"I suppose you're right, but let's at least let's mop up the stuff we left behind."
"I guess. Just seems like a waste of time to me," said J.P.