LATIN POOL BOY By Robert Martin
A tight, revealing Speedo swimsuit had a tasty set of goodies packed inside...
The sweltering desert sun, beating unmercifully on the pavement, was reflecting shimmering waves of heat from the pool. Watching the pool boy intently, I was fascinated as the drops of sweat cascaded from his deeply tanned brow and fell gently on his hard muscled chest and finally disappeared into the deep recesses beneath his tight, cock- revealing Speedo.
He continued cleaning the pool while glancing at my rapidly swelling cock, now pushing out its uncut head above the waistband of my boxer trunks. I smiled as he tripped on the pool hose as he became engrossed at the sight of my big dickhead peeling out of its two inch tunnel of foreskin.
Arranging my room key with the room number showing, I made sure he saw it before I walked slowly to my room, my overheated rod leading the way like an arrow on a road map.
Watching out the window, I saw him put away his pool equipment and slowly approach my door. He didn't have to knock, as I had left the door ajar.
It was only recently that I had become obsessed with Latinos and lusty young southwestern Indians. Their toast-colored skin was intriguing to me, especially when our hard bodies meshed together on a big king-size bed. As we'd lustily fuck and suck all day and all night, we were quite a contrast: my lily-white skin and blond hair and their bronze bodies and jet-black hair. I loved the smell of their sweat, which always reminded me of spicy herbs. I loved their uncut dicks -- so rich with zesty, full-flavored cock cheese. I loved to tease their big, bouncy balls, which were always darker than their body skin. I loved the rich, full-bodied cum with its earthy tartness. In short, I was obsessed with exotic, macho Latino cocks.
"Hi, my name is Robert, and you...?"
"Rojas," he said before I could finish my question.
He locked the door and came over to the bed, staring intently at my raging hard-on, now throbbing tightly against my stomach, dripping pre-cum from the piss-slit in the fire-engine red, bulbous head.
"I don't believe I have ever seen such a beautiful cock. The veins on it look like blue ribbons on a Maypole," Rojas said.
"Let me see your cock," I requested.
Rolling his Speedo over his trim hips from his even trimmer waist, I was delighted to see a huge umber-colored dick at least nine inches long, not counting the two-inch overhang of tight foreskin. He stood proudly before me, his thick firm dick jutting up at a ninety-degree angle while his Speedo still clung to his knees. Slowly, I allowed my eyes to feast on this delicious piece of prime Latin cockmeat.
Pulling him to my mouth, I peeled back the foreskin with my tongue and teeth, licking up the zesty cock cheese as my lips slowly reached the rim. Inch by inch, my lips traveled down his ramrod until they rested on his coal-black pubic hair. I could taste his delicious pre-cum, which was now pouring out in copious amounts, the nectar reminiscent of the delicious juices from raw shellfish.
His strong hands went around my head, pulling me further onto his cock. Holding myself still, I moved my tongue around the swollen cockhead. I grabbed his bubblebutt and found his tight asshole with my fingers. Running my fingers around his ass brought rapid movements from his lithe, muscular hips, and together we began a rhythm that soon produced screams of pleasure as he pumped his cum down my hot throat.
Before letting his cock slip from my mouth, I closed my eyes and sucked it to another ball-blowing climax. Then, lying back on the bed, I was content to savor the aftertaste of his beautiful cock and semen. I fully expected he would leave.
"Robert, may I spend the night with you?" he suddenly asked.
Reaching to pull off his Speedo, I was reluctant to let it fall to the floor. After all, it had caressed his swollen prick and big bull balls, and it was like a symbol of his young, virile manhood. Carefully, I removed it from his legs and placed it under my pillow, secretly hoping he would forget it. It had not occurred to me that this was the only garment he had worn when he entered my room.
He stretched out his full five-foot-nine-inch frame beside me, scanning me with big deep black eyes, absorbing every detail. My cock, which was still hard as nails, pulsated and twitched as his hands touched my face, his long sensuous fingers gently running along its contours as if he were mapping out a trip. I didn't say anything, letting him take the lead on his journey of discovery. I was ready to give him whatever he wanted.
When he lodged three fingers in my mouth, I sucked them inside and held them so tight he could not remove them without a struggle. His fingers probed my tongue as if he were looking for some lost artifact. Meanwhile, his other hand had moved down to my nipples, which were now like hardened steel. He massaged my right nipple as if he knew it was more sensitive than the left one, twirling it between his fingers.
My peter was not taking any of his maneuvers lying down -- it was standing tall, eager to join in the games. The pre-cum was dripping down the sides, bathing my blond cock hair in little rivulets of glistening, sticky pleasure droplets.
Back at my mouth, Rojas replaced his fingers with his lips, and his hot tongue found mine -- we kissed deeply, our tongues doing a minuet of sorts. His hands found my overheated cock, and slowly he peeled back the foreskin and began a deliberate up and down movement from the piss-slit down to my bush.
Suddenly he broke away from our kiss, and his tight lips surrounded my turgid dickhead. With only a few strokes, I began pumping loads of white chunky manseed down his throat. Then, grabbing his head and holding it in a vise-like grip, I turned over and facefucked him till I exploded once more, shooting another fantastic load of cum down his throat.
After recovering, I moved down to his crotch and feasted on his succulent ball-sac, teasing each hair with my tongue as his mouth emitted little moans of pleasure. Then, taking his huge peter in my mouth, I sucked away nice and gently, and it grew larger and larger until my cheeks were bulging out. I began sucking harder, and just the excitement of having it in my mouth and sucking it was enough to make me climax again. I sucked so hard that he must have thought that his cock was never going to come out of my mouth again. As his shaft grew harder with each stroke, I knew he was just about to come again. Finally, my favorite moment arrived -- the first thick cum-jets shot out of his peter into my mouth, and I knew I had just given him a memory he would never forget.
We fell asleep, though we awakened every so often throughout the night to repeat the same events again and again.
In the morning, I awoke with the best of alarm clocks -- Rojas sucking my throbbing rod. What a wake-up call! Would the pleasure ever end? I hoped not!
Suddenly, I flipped him over onto his stomach and began worshipping his beautiful butt with my tongue and mouth. Firm and fully packed, his asscheeks were just perfect for my hands, just the right size for a good grip. My anxious tongue found his asshole, and when it entered his tight sphincter, he let out a primal scream. There is only one time that particular scream occurs: when a guy gets a tongue in his ass for the first time. I knew then and there that his ass was virgin, but it wouldn't be for long.
His grunting and writhing was confirmation that I had a virgin on my bed and under my complete control. Lubricating his asshole with copious amounts of spit, I let him tell me when to proceed.
"Fuck me, Robert," he moaned. "Please fuck me with that big cock. Please don't make me wait."
"You realize that it will be painful as hell at first, but if you just relax, the pain will turn into the most exciting pleasure of your life. I will talk you through it -- trust me," I said.
"I do trust you, Robert. I'm ready," he said.
Lining my cockhead up with his asshole, I let the pre-cum drip silently into his hole, preparing it for his virgin flight. Reaching under his firm pecs, I tightened my arms around his chest, our heads touching. Wrapping my legs around his, I secured him in my grip. He felt secure in my hold, anxious but welcoming the penetration of his virginal ass.
Lining up my cockhead with his ass, with one firm thrust, I spread open his sphincter and went all the way in. I prefer this all-at-once method to a more gentle approach. For one thing, the guy doesn't have a chance to back out.
As expected, he started to scream, a scream I stifled by placing my mouth on his as he turned to meet my lips. Holding still, his tears bathing my face, I held my cock in place, and slowly he began moving back and forth, his trim hips begging me to fuck him. Our tongues met and we entered that point of no return, that point when all hell could break loose and we would not know it. The walls of his gut were gripping my cock like a tight glove, massaging it from tip to base. It felt like the interior of a blast furnace. My swollen balls exploded, the sizzling semen shooting up through my cock with lightning speed, emptying against his tender prostate. That set him off, and I moved my hand down from his chest to grip his cock firmly as it shot out its seed.
We feel asleep, my cock buried deep in his no-longer-virginal ass, though we awakened frequently to repeat the event.
This happened ten years ago, and we have never stopped loving each other. His red Speedo still hangs on our bedpost, a constant reminder of how we met that hot scorching day so long ago.