Juan's Interview Codes M/m (anal) By idc90@hotmail.com
Warning: The following story is a work of fiction. It is a fantasy. It never happened, except in the author's imagination. This story contains sex between men. If you are underage, or this is illegal where you are, you already know what your supposed to do. Find something else and delet this file. If this kind of story turns you off, find something else.
Fiction and Real Life: This story is all fiction. The characters in this story engage in unprotected sex. That's not real life if you want to live to old age. The characters are a product of my imagination, and can't catch anything unless I want them to. Any resemblance of characters to an actual person is purely coincidental.
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How do I get myself into these messes? I'm 48 years old, for Christ's sake! I'm a successful Investment Broker, here in Albuquerque. I make over $200,000 a year. I've got a nice home, and a nice car. I'm not bad looking. I've never had to pay for sex. I've never had any complaints in bed, about my performance. There are plenty of guys hitting on me. I've always sworn I wouldn't be one of those pathic old fags always running after some young tail. Doing anything, giving anything, taking abuse, just so some young ass would share my bed. Just six months ago, I had to kick Don out. The young punk was taking advantage of me. Jerry, buy me this! Jerry, buy me that! Jerry, I need money for ....! Jerry, I want ...! Well, good bye, Don. Don't let the door hit you.
I had gone on a few dates, since then, but the older guys just don't excite me like young fresh meat. The older men I know, are cynical and set in their ways. Young guys are eager to meet life, to experience it, to take it on and win. They are willing to change, and adapt. The older guys just exist. I want to live.
I was over near the University one day, and I decided to stop for a late lunch. The restaurant was a favorite hang out with the kids from the U. I ordered a hamburger and fries, and as I was waiting, he came in. He was with a group of people, but he stood out. There were six of them, four boys, and two girls.
He looked to be 19 or 20, with dark brown hair bordering on black. He was Mexican-American, with the dark brown coloring of his Indian side, but the fine features of his Spanish side. He got the best of both worlds. He wasn't large, about 5' 10", with a slim build, but there was no doubt he had muscle. His beautiful smile never left his mouth. Those full lush lips were made for kissing. His wonderful ass was perfect to me, as he walked over to their booth. It was full and firm, without being too much. It filled and rounded the seat of his well worn jeans.
He slid into the large booth, sitting between two of the boys. Good. He wasn't with one of the girls. His dark eyes sparkled as they glanced around the room, checking on who was there. I couldn't break my stare when his eyes landed on me. He just gave me a slight nod, before moving on. He NOTICED me! Hell, how could he keep from it the way I was staring at him. Just his quick glance had made me feel light headed.
My burger arrived, and I ate as slow as I could. I must have chewed each bite at least 40 times. He had ordered soup, and I watched as he put half a bottle of ketchup in it. His friends had ordered burgers and fries, and were passing him some of their fries. A poor kid? I asked myself. He doused the fries with more ketchup. Half his lunch was ketchup.
I ordered a piece of pie, that I really didn't want, when the waitress came to clear the dirty dishes. I wanted to stay and look at the young prince longer. The way he would take a bite, or the way he would flash an even bigger grin at one of his friends when they said something, tore at my heart. I wanted to be the receiver of that grin. He looked my way, and give me a grin, before returning to his food. He knew I was still staring at him. He didn't seem to mind.
I was on my fourth cup of coffee, when they got up. They had gotten separate tickets, and he was at the end of the line to pay. He let his eyes rest on me, as he give a little smile of good bye. I was trying to get the waitress' attention, to get my ticket and talk to Him, as they paid, but he was gone before I got to the cashier.
I mentally kicked myself all the way to the car. If only I had been faster. If only that waitress hadn't been so slow. If only. I went back to work, but all afternoon, I couldn't get Him, out of my mind. I would relive the smile he gave me, and the way it had made me feel warm and excited inside.
That night, I went out to supper with an old friend. He is gay too, and we used to have sex when we were in college together, but now, we're just old friends. He knew I was distracted, and asked me what was on my mind. I told him about Him. I knew he wouldn't really understand, but he is my friend. He's past the young guys. He's looking for someone to settle down with, and to grow old with. I'm not ready to get old!
My dreams that night were of Him. Of Him, beside me in bed, as we held and kissed each other. Of Him, as I entered his hot love channel. Of Him, raising my legs to his shoulders as he entered me. I felt like throwing the alarm clock when it went off the next morning.
I couldn't get Him out of my mind as I got ready for work. My mind saw Him washing my back as I took my shower. He was standing beside me as I shaved and brushed my teeth. He was in the seat beside me as I drove to work.
At last! I could go to lunch. I hurried to the restaurant, hoping to see Him again. I took a seat near the booth they had sat at yesterday. I told the waitress I would have a small dinner salad, as I made up my mind what to order. I ate as slow as I could. I had finished the salad, and still they weren't there. I had just ordered the spaghetti, and was brooding as I stared into my coffee cup.
Someone said, "Hi, there. Do you mind if I join you?" I looked up, and it was HIM! All I could do was nod. I felt as giddy as a teen on his first date. He was sliding into the seat across from me as the waitress called over asking if he wanted his usual. He just smiled at her and waved, as he got seated. I thought I knew what his usual was. I called after her, and told her to bring Him the same as what I was having.
I told Him it was on me. I said I knew what it was like to be in school on a tight budget. It embarrassed Him a bit, but he accepted. I introduced myself, and he told me his name was Juan. Juan, the perfect name for this angel. His voice was like honey to my ears. His accent was southwestern. He spoke in soft, golden tones. There was nothing feminine about him, but I knew he was gay.
He told me he was from Hatch, which I knew to be a small farming community near Las Cruces. I learned he was from a poor family, that worked as hired hands for the farmers, and he was the first in his family to ever go to college. His scholarship paid for his books and tuition, but he worked 30 hours a week to pay for his little apartment and food.
I told him a little about myself, but didn't dwell on being well off. I asked him if I could take him to supper, and he said he would like too, but had to work that night. I figured he wasn't interested, and my heart hit the floor, but then he told me when he would be free. I could have jumped up from the table screaming my happiness! I wanted to kiss him then and there! But, I didn't.
I was in a daze, working and living, without knowing what I was doing. All I could think about was Juan. Counting the hours until our date. Dreaming of how it would be. Of how he would feel in my arms. How his lips would taste. Dreaming of what sex with him would be like. I would liked to have taken him to one of the better restaurants, but I wasn't sure if he had a suit and tie or not. I wouldn't embarrass him by asking. I chose one of my favorite Mexican places. Casual, but good.
Finally, it was time to get ready for our date. I showered, and washed with more care then ever before. I had gotten a haircut that afternoon, and I washed and rinsed my hair over and over. I didn't want any chance of Juan finding a stray hair on the pillow. My bed had clean sheets on it, and I had checked the smell, to make sure it smelled fresh and inviting. The cleaning lady had been in and cleaned the house top to bottom. Fresh flowers were in the livingroom. The frig was stocked with beer, wine and sodas. There were mixers in case Juan wanted something a little harder. The car had been washed and hand waxed that morning. I chose the clothes I would wear with great care. I wanted casual, but elegant. I was as ready as I could get.
Usually, I'm happy with my Lincoln Town Car. People expect their Investment Broker to be on the conservative side, but that night, I wished I had something a little more sporty for Juan. Something like a Jaguar. Oh well, the Lincoln would just have to do.
I found the address Juan had given me. He had told me his place was the small house in back, and I would have to come in from the alley. I found it, and small wasn't quite the right word. My garage is bigger. I pulled into the hard packed dirt area, that seemed to serve as his front yard and parking area. There was a grassy yard beside the house, but I didn't see any gate in the fence, so I assumed he didn't get to use it. There wasn't a car, but I saw a ten speed bike chained to a porch post.
Juan was out the door and waiting for me to park. He was in the car. He gave me that big wonderful smile, as he asked where we were going. I told him the restaurant I had chosen, and he said he had only been there once, but had liked it.
We got to the restaurant, and got a little table for two, in the corner. Juan gave his order in Spanish, so I did too. Juan and the waiter both grinned as I fractured their language. Oh well, I hadn't really tried to speak it since highschool. Juan didn't seem to mind.
We enjoyed the meal, and I told Juan to get filled up, that I didn't mind how many times he reordered. He told me a little about his brothers and sisters as he packed away the groceries. We sit over coffee, and just visited as we got to know each other. I'm in love.
We went back to my house, and Juan was suitably impressed. I asked him what he wanted to drink, and he chose a Coke. That's fine with me, as I don't really care for booze. I had a Coke with him. I got the Cokes, poured them into glasses full of ice, and headed quickly back to Juan. Juan was seated on the couch as I got back to the livingroom. I turned on the stereo, then sit next to him, and handed him his soda. He placed his glass on the coffee table, turned to me, and pasted his lips to mine. I lost my breath.
Juan's tongue was in my mouth, and I couldn't have cared less where I was. All I cared about was that his tongue never go away, or stop what it was doing. My tongue woke up, and went searching for Juan's mouth. It found where it felt at home. He tasted wonderful. His soft, firm lips were just as I had imagined. His smell was clean and manly. My hand found his leg, and followed it upwards. I felt the hardness in his pants. It felt big. Juan was pushing upwards against my hand as we kissed. He was cupping my nuts, and gently squeezing. I didn't want to break our kiss, but I had to get him to the bedroom.
I led Juan by the hand. I pulled him tight against me as we stood beside my king-sized bed, kissing and hugging. I asked if he preferred being a top or bottom, and he answered both. I just grinned at him as I told him, "me too." I told him I would top him, then he could top me. He was ok with that.
I slowly unbuttoned his shirt, and pulled it open enough to kiss his firm will defined chest. I licked his nipple, before taking it in my mouth. His low moans were encouraging me. The dark brown ring was firm and the nipple standing tall, as I left that one and started to work on the other. It soon joined it's brother in standing proud and firm. I slipped his shirt from his arms, and I dropped to my knees, as I kissed my way down his almost hairless body.
There was a big bulge in his pants. I wanted to see it. I got his belt open, then the button on his jeans. Carefully, I unzipped his pants, so I wouldn't take any chance of catching that big hunk of meat with the zipper. His pants fell around his ankles, and his boxers were pushed out to the limit. I knew he had to be big.
I got his boxers down, and there it was. It belonged on a horse. The biggest, fattest piece of meat I have ever seen. "More then you can handle?" Juan asked. I looked up at his grinning face and just shook my head no. It looked like at least a third of his total weight had to be his cock and balls. His cock twitched as I moved it out to the way, to plant a kiss on his big heavy nuts. Nuts? Hell, they are the size of tennis balls. "You like my little ol' poker?" he asked. All I did was nod, before planting my face in his package. His clean, musky, man smell hit my nostrils, and went straight to my cock. Much of this, and I would blow my load.
I only got to lick his balls a couple of times, before he pulled me up, in a hurry to get my clothes off. I helped him get me stripped as fast as we could. I started getting one of his shoes off as he worked on the other. Juan slid to the center of the bed as I got the lube. A very fast job of slicking us up, and I was pushing into him.
I entered as slow as I could, but I'm afraid that wasn't very slow. I pushed the head of my dick past his full, swollen prostate, and he groaned as his giant dick ran a small river of pre-cum. I was in heaven. His insides were tight around my dick, as I glided around inside him. He was the best I have ever had. Bar none. Juan was moaning and grunting as I worked inside him. I was trying to long dick him, while hitting different areas of his insides each time. Every time I would press against his prostate, more pre-cum would puddle on his belly.
I don't know who started first. All of a sudden, I had to shove as hard into him as I could. I don't know which of us was screaming. Maybe it was both. All I knew was that my climax was more intense, more powerful, then any I had ever had before in my life. Spurt after spurt of my cum was shot deep into Juan. Juan was whimpering and still dribbling out cum, as I started recovering. There was the biggest pond of cum on his tummy, that I have ever seen. He had cum all the way from his neck, down into his pubic hair.
I got up and grabbed a towel. I cleaned him up, as we lay side by side, resting, getting ready for the second round. I really wasn't sure I could take his big cock. I've never had anything close to that size, but I sure wanted to try.
Juan is a stallion. He had recovered and was ready to go again, before I could get ready. He lay playing with my dick, trying to get it up for me. I got about three-fourths hard, and told him to get it on. He got the KY, and started working his fingers on my muscle. I felt it when he was able to slip four fingers in. I told him I was as relaxed and as ready as I was going to get. I slicked his dick for him, and I'm afraid I started having second thoughts about getting that monster in.
I raised my legs, and he pulled them onto his shoulders, as he lined up with my hole. I relaxed and pushed out as he started pushing in. Oh, God! It was like I was getting fucked for the first time again. I thought that big head would never get past my muscle. I had to gasp as the pain shot through me. Juan asked me if I wanted him to stop. I shook my head no. Finally, after what seemed forever, his big head popped in. Damn but that hurt. He stopped and let me recover. I wondered if I was bleeding. I humped my ass at him when I felt I could take some more.
There is just no way to describe the feeling as his big head pushed past my prostate. I knew that it was all worth while, just for that one feeling. I closed my eyes and relaxed as he went deeper. And deeper. And deeper. Could I take all of him? I didn't know. I had no idea where all his dick was going inside of me. It had to be pushing against my stomach, didn't it? Man! Was I full, when I finally felt him against my butt. I don't know how, but I took it all!
Juan was giving me that special grin of his, as he told me there wasn't many guys that would take him on. Just seeing that grin on his face was enough reason for me to let him fuck me. He started working that big dick, and things were getting good. He pulled out and pushed back in, over and over, increasing his speed as he needed. I don't know how long he worked, I was off in my own little world, coming back only long enough to look a Juan's face as he built to his own climax. My ass muscles tightened around that cock, as I once again expelled my cum.
I was recovering and watching Juan as his face scrunched up, and he gave a loud groan as he pushed hard against me. His cum was flooding my insides. Shot after shot left those big nuts, and found it's way inside my guts. He shot so much that I figured I would have the runs for a week. Finally he gave a moan of satisfaction, and relaxed. He went soft inside me, but even then he was big. There was a pop when he pulled his soft dick out, and I felt there was a big gapping hole inside me. I could feel his cum running out my butt, and onto the bed. Juan got the towel and cleaned me up the best he could.
I took the towel and holding it so I wouldn't drip, headed for the bathroom. I sat on the pot a long time, as his cum continued to leak out. Juan kept me company, and apologized for shooting so much. I told him it was alright, but he would just have to give me a shower and clean me up. I already knew I didn't want this to be a one night stand. I wanted Juan with me when I went to bed. I wanted him to be there when I got up. I wanted him. Even with that horse's cock, I wanted him.
Our shower was everything I had envisioned it. His hands as he soaped, washed, and massaged me were wonderful. The feel of his body under my caressing hands as I cleansed him of our lovemaking, was fabulous. I asked him to stay the night, as we dried each other off. He told me he had an 8:00am class, and his books were at home. I told him I would have him back at his house in plenty of time. He said he would stay.
We stripped the dirty spread off the bed, and climbed in, snuggling together. We held each other close, as we talked and relaxed, getting ready for sleep. I asked Juan to move in with me. He said he couldn't. He had to work, and I lived too far for him to get around on his bike. We went to sleep, with me knowing I would have to be satisfied with what I could have of him.
The alarm woke us, and we stood at the bathroom sink together, getting ready for the day. I shaved as Juan used my toothbrush, then I brushed my teeth as he borrowed my razor. Dressed, we headed out to the car.
As I drove to the cafe for breakfast, I mentioned something I had been thinking about ever since Juan told me he had to work. I told him I was looking for a new house boy. Someone to take care of the house and yard when the cleaning lady and the yard man didn't come. I told him it paid room and board, plus $300 a month, and free use of a car. I know some people that have a 2 year old Kia for sale, and it seems to be a pretty good car. It wasn't too expensive, and would serve Juan well.
I kept trying to talk Juan into the job, all during breakfast. He finally said he would think about it. YES! He would think about it, he didn't say no. I dropped him at his house, and started off on my way to work. A bad thought hit me. Am I becoming one of those desperate, pathic, old fags, running after some young tail?
The End
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