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Hector looked so good, and I knew deep down, he was one of us. He tried to play it off, but I knew the two hoop earrings, along with his mannerisms showed what was. It was my absolute intention, to get into his pants pronto. Working next to him every day at the auto detail shop made me insane, as we had chemistry, and I knew why he bent over. He needed me to plow his garden, and it was my intention to complete the mission. Ever since he joined our dealership, ladies were all over him, but he wasn't too intimate with them. Friendly and happy, but they were merely friends, and I wanted to be the partner to show him the heat.
I'd have multiple cars washed, and then watch him work on the tires and rims. One day I saw his perfect curvy ass sticking out, and I had to go to the restroom. Locking the door, pulling down my pants, I wailed away thinking about what I had seen. Loads of cum went everywhere. It took awhile to maintain my composure, as I just got paid to have an orgasm, but what I sought was him. He had long black hair, the nicest fairly dark skin tone, and was born in Costa Rica. His family emigrated here when he was 15, and at 22 or so, his English was Muy Bien. Despite his job being less than glamorous, he was attending the local university for a business degree, and I looked at him with my 40 something eyes as pure eye candy to be indulged on. So many times I stroked my shaved eight inches of thick cock, blowing loads, thinking of how badly I wanted to kiss him all over. Although exclusively a top, if he required my bending over to score with him, then I'd have to in his case.
Hectors 5'8 or so frame, thin build but nice ass, he just made me rabioso with desire. While the sales staff wore expensive suits, we were in dickies brand shorts and a t shirt. One day he changed shirts, and i literally had to drool. Thin but well defined chest, not much body hair, and those almond colored eyes of his made me want to seduce and kiss him all over. We worked a lot of hours on our feet, and some days after a shift, we'd go home and crash. Yet the pandemic slowed things down a lot, and soon we were working on our English and Spanish together. I enjoyed his company, and he always sought my insights on what he called "gringo life." He was so funny. Cute really, and had me with wrapt attention for his witty quotes. He seemed a lot older than his age, as he liked Frank Sinatra and Dean Martin. Also he knew 80s shows that I had grown up with. It was a lot of fun to work with him, even though the dealership wanted us out of sight and mind.
A lot of cars came through our station. We didn't have to do much detailing with new cars, but used cars came with all kinds of shit. Trash everywhere in the trunks. Old clothes, used condoms even, although occasionally we'd find a lot of change or cash bills. Did we grab them? Of course. At what we were making, Hector and I needed all the money we could have. True I had been with the dealer for awhile, so my salary was higher, but it wasn't as if I was ordering Omaha Steaks through the Mail. Hector and I used to look at that catalog, as it came to our dealership, and also was on the computer we could use. Quite often we'd compare choices and cuts. He always seemed to want a steak, so one day I invited him to my place for a barbecue.
The previous evening I went to Costco, and got some flank steaks. Marinading them and putting them in the fridge, I hoped that my friend would like these. Picked up some beers as well, as tomorrow we both were off, as the dealer was closed on Sundays. That week traffic had started picking up again, and we had several nasty trade ins, to clean through intensely. Both of us wished people, would at least not leave everything in their sold vehicles, as it was time consuming to go through useless crap. It was if people didn't care, although thankfully some of the sales people were kind to us. They made sure we had good lunches, and the previous week, the general manager had given us $200 each cash for "work well done." Calculating the amount of cars Hector and I had detailed, it probably was cents for each one, but we appreciated Laureen giving us this surprise money. She could be very kind or sinister, so we appeared to be on the right side of her temper. One week Hector and I were berated for leaving wash and drying rags out of order, the next one she arranged for us to have pizza. She was a character.
At my house the steak was sizzling on the grill. I thought Hector would be there at 5:30, but at 6 pm he texted me he was "running late." Once here I would have to joke with him, about cultural misunderstandings. The vegetables had already been chopped, salad was good to go, and for dessert we had ice cream. Finally I saw his green Civic pull up, and out he came with a twenty four pack. Guess we were going to get drunk. As usual he wore his dark glasses, but he looked good in khaki shorts and a blue t shirt. As usual no socks. We have our fist bumps, Hector put the beer in, and got me another. As the steaks cooked we laughed about work, and also how our off day had been. It was rare to get some rest and relaxation.
I was thrilled he loved the steaks I cooked. They turned out perfect medium rare, and we sat on the back porch casual style. Warm weather, the sun setting but still providing illumination, all of a sudden Hector brought out weed and rolling papers. Oh yes this was a great development, as it was always 420 time. Sharing a rolled up one together, this was some hard hitting marijuana. I didn't do it as much as I used to, but after awhile, told him we should lie down on the couches in my living room to music and the planetarium.
This device showed stars all over the walls and ceiling. We both were transfixed, and soon discussing black holes, supernovas, and space travel. Not too shabby for professional car washers. He knew a lot about astronomy, and was able to explain from memory, how many light years certain planets and constellations were. The weed and beer were kicking in, and it just happened. I'm not sure what brought it on. Was I hallucinating? Hector and I were kissing on the couch. It must be the weed. I opened my eyes, and circled my head with my neck a bit, but sure enough Hector was touching my crotch in his hands and I went in with my tongue. It was officially on.
Our kissing brought all kinds of passion, and I took his shirt off. He removed mine, and soon we were down to our underwear's. Oh that bulge of his felt so good in my fingers, and I reached up to take his orange boxers off. Oh yes he had such a big thick penis, nicely trimmed, with shaved testicles that were clearly full of cum. As my hands moved onto his genitals, I felt him shake with pleasure, and soon I was licking his nipples. Down on his beautiful penis I swirled the head with my tongue eagerly. Licking his shaft from side to side, he moaned and I deepthroated him with every bit of hormonal intensity I could muster. Hector tasted so good. His thick penis made my jaw work harder, but soon I engulfed him into my hot wet mouth. My lips sealed around his sex, and he didn't resist when I fingered him. Oh wow he was so tight, and seeing him turned on made me even hornier. His penis was gigantic, and soon both of our big ones rubbed together, as we kissed. Soon he held onto my hands and I felt his penis into my scrotum. "I want you." He said it so seductively, and that Central American accent drove me loco alright. My penis was so hard that it hurt, but as I kissed him, I held his long hair down in my strong fist. In no certain terms, he was going to bend over for me, and I was going to be inside him penetrating with lots of aggression.
Soon he was on my couch, and I watched my white night stick go into his tight hole. Oh the heat, how tight. Hector on all fours, my balls slapping up against his rear end, I felt him clench around me and I screamed in ecstasy. Seeing the contrast of our skin tones, and looking at my cock burrow deep in him, this was as good as it gets. I smacked his ass, and soon he surprised me, as he got up, and told me to ride him. "No." "If you want my ass again then you're going to have to." Anger boiled in me. I could just with my raw strength push him down on the couch and plunder him. Yet he had his penis under my balls, touching my taint, and it did feel amazing. The weed and booze must have influenced it, but soon I was riding his thick Latin shaft.
It hurt. I felt like my insides were breaking glass, but after awhile, a new sensation. It was one of emptiness yet pressure, and soon it became waves of happiness going throughout me. Looking down he was touching my balls and holding them up, so I could witness his dark penis pushing away inside me. The Rubicon had been crossed, and I have to admit, I started to get into it. Even more as we kissed and he played with my nipples in his fingers. His penis was splitting me, and I was allowing him to make me his bitch. At that moment he broke me in a way no other guy did, yet feeling his speeding heart rate and breathing, I wanted his seed in my insides. Even though the stretching was new to me, and I might not walk as my mind played tricks on me, soon I felt him tighten up.
I pushed down as I had read on gay sites, and it did start to feel better. The sound of his cum heavy penis in me, and bouncing on his shaved testicles was a lot. I played with his chest and kissed him. Hector smiled at me. His eyes closed. He was so hot. I was completely attracted to him. A explosion of his wet sperm flew into my asshole, and to feel him tense up then release was incredible. He continued spewing out his batter into my insides, moaning, and soon the top in me came back in no time. I bent him over again. Damn he had sexy soles of his feet. Penetrating him with every inch, I knew he felt my cock in him, and enjoyed it in a masochist manner when he grimaced.
Finally I fucked him with his feet on my shoulders. His empty balls glistened, and the dried up sperm was visible in a long line of globs. He had the best eyes, so much expression from them. As I plowed into him all in he gasped. He couldn't say much other than "big cock papi." I had him where I wanted, and in the position of my desire, sliding in him at a pace that I decided upon. Soon the tanks couldn't take it. Gears of internal biological mechanisms turned, and bubbles of my hot white sperm flew into him like an F5 tornado. Hector and I moaned, as I deposited my DNA into his rear end, having what I desired with my dark lover. His ass continued for a long time to clear out my sperm, and we kissed with what vigor was left. It was a good thing that we had the next day off, and it felt great spooning him in my strong arms and torso. Our hands and feet became combined, and we slept well having released so much tension. In the morning he made me coffee, and we had another romp in the sack, and there would be more Latin love in the future.