"Latino"
Part 2
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I am what I am...
Ramon worked persistently getting his clothes off with Mateo's junk still deep inside his mouth. It was no easy chore, but he kicked away his jeans and lay on the floor stark naked. When this behavior comes naturally one does not have many standards to live by. It was not a competition, just vividly doing what needed to be done.
Ramon tried standing to lead Mateo to the bedroom, but Mateo was not cooperating. "Don't leave me bro," mumbled Mateo, pulling him down on top of his body like a blanket.
Listening to the sound of people talking in the hall on the other side of the door felt strange to Ramon; however, Mateo liked being just where they were. "I'm not leaving; I am taking you to the bedroom." Said Ramon.
"We don't need a bedroom; try not to worry about it. I do not want to move away from here. I'd like to remember this spot forever," said Mateo
"That's freakin nuts; forever? – Cut the drama - now really? The damn floor is hard and cold. I am better when I am comfortable"
"Who cares, you are warm and comfortable," replied Mateo seriously working to impress Ramon. It was nonsense but Mateo kept babbling away. The strangest feeling, for a brief moment, swept over him. Maybe he was going about this all wrong and Ramon did not like being with him.
Ramon certainly was not a beginner and could make any situation work. He was manly looking and had scores of dudes fuss over him. It was always flattery from strangers just to get into his pants. He had hook ups that meant little to him. He was not getting the same vibe from Mateo and he was confused. He felt like a little boy doing the nasty at playtime, but if Mateo liked being on the floor, so be it. The game was the same as always, however this player was different.
Mateo's skin was tanned and smooth. There was nothing disgusting about him -- He was near delicious down to a couple of cool looking tattoos. He moved like gentle billowing smoke and every angle was intoxicating. His cock bounced slowly as he supported his body doing a push-up over Ramon's face. He stopped in mid air, put his dick into Ramon's mouth, and froze above him suspended like a statue. He was physically strong and using his arms supporting himself; he carefully treated Ramon's mouth in a needy way.
Ramone closed his lips around his hefty cock and almost choked as Mateo lowered his meat into Ramon's throat. He was careful and gentle with movements known to Puerto Rican men when it came to oral sex.
Ramon did not want to break the spell. He held Mateo's cock with his hand and sucked him off like a bottle of warm baby milk. The floor did not feel hard any longer with sweaty flesh and oozing precum being far more important. The tile was no longer cold. It was warm.
"Are you okay man," asked Mateo. "I don't want you to choke; well, not too much anyway," he added
Ramon could only nod "yes." Mateo's hairy balls were lying on his chin and his mouth was full of wet oozing cock. His mind was swimming with plans to get to his balls and suck them into his mouth. It seemed impossible to do with the position that Mateo had him in sucking his cock.
Ramon wanted to believe that a dick is just a dick; but this brother was a dancer with the cheeks of his ass fletching like rising bread dough, as he slid his cock in and out of Ramon's mouth. He was good at doing this by sliding his cock over Ramon's tongue allowing him to breathe and barely cough.
Ramon watched Mateo through the full-length mirror on the wall. He thought at any time now, he would let loose and flood his throat; he held on waiting and waiting; He could see his balls on his chin move bubbling with warm cum that he would soon be tasting; but that didn't happen.
Slowly Mateo removed himself from Ramon's mouth and rolled off his chest. He cuddled next to him on the floor pushed up against his firm butt.
"Jesus, you're awesome broki (bro). Never did I think I would be on cloud nine today. You took me without complaining. You can really suck cock man – really," said Mateo. "Are you a slut or just talented" he asked
"I am a talented slut, but only when I want to be. I will not ask you the same question. I know a whore master when I see one' replied Ramon not comfortable being called a slut by a park troll.
Ramon could inhale Mateo's scent and it was good. Ramon was raging hard and drunk on lust and dirty thoughts. At this particular time, he was slutty for sure. He wanted Mateo to shoot cum into his mouth; but played it cool, thinking it was best.
"I have a question to ask," stated Mateo still spooned to Ramon with his arm around him. It is sort of TV sounding, but I will ask it anyway.
"Ask way bro," replied Ramon
"Am I going to see you again? I mean are we getting together to use our bodies like animals?"
"Like animals?"
"Yes" mumbled Mateo – "I want to fuck your ass."
"Sure, we can if you want to. I don't know what better animal you could be, than you were five minutes ago." Replied Ramon
"You want my load, huh? Said Mateo
"That is up to you," replied Ramon suddenly thinking he was being played. Only next time it is in the bedroom. I hate this damn floor. "Said Ramon.
"Next time my load is going in your hole. You are getting fucked man." Said Mateo
"You think so – huh?"
"Ha ha-ha, where is your sense of adventure." Said Mateo kissing his way down Ramon's stomach on his way to his crotch. Ramon was delicious smelling and Mateo wanted everything he could find to get his lips on, including the inside of his thighs. There was no more talk of going into the bedroom for comfort. The real Mateo was becoming known. Ramon was a handsome catch and Mateo knew it.
He slurped his balls into his mouth gently releasing them to be licked and plundered. Mateo's tongue then found its way under Ramon's nuts and zeroed in on his crack licking like a mad dog. His legs were in the air and Mateo buried his handsome face into a very enticing butt. Being eaten meant only one thing to Ramon. Mateo was going to fuck him. He loved a hot man using him like a whore. He was not an alley slut, but if Mateo wanted to use him; he was all for it.
"I am fucking you the next time," said Mateo. "That's right; I am saving that for the next time." He left Ramon's butt and slid his mouth over his dick, making it disappeared between his lips.
"You have a great mouth," mumbled Ramon being serviced in the old fashion way that felt entirely new to him. It was not just sex; it was a man with a great cock that made the difference.
They were in a space that only gay men can appreciate. Ramon knew at this particular moment there is nothing in the world so personal. There was no concern and no shame, just Mateo coaxing a load from his body. You cannot get more personal than that.
Mateo had him sensing what heaven must be like. Ramon's body tense and his legs tightened. There was a mumble followed by a groan.
Ah, fuck man – fuck bro, blurted Ramon lifting his crotch slightly into the air as a flood of cum spurted into Mateo's mouth and slid down his throat. He stayed there taking everything and licking whatever was left once Ramon had relaxed. There was a certain degree of enlighten joy when that happened and Mateo, for a moment, felt like Ramon belonged to him.
Mateo sat on Ramon's chest jerking off and from his expression he was about to explode. Ramon watched intently like a trained seal. He opened his mouth just as Mateo blasted a shot of jizz aiming for his mouth. Ramon put his lips on his pulsating cock syphoning drop after drop and never letting go.
"Holy shit man, give me my dick back. You got it all, hungry mutherfucker." He mumbled smiling and touching Ramon's face lovingly – very lovingly.
They stood up and Mateo put his tongue into Ramon's cum coated mouth. The kiss was intended to be passionate, but truthfully, it looked disguising; with all that jizz moving around; but it did not bother them one bit.
They had just swallowed each other's nutt, and it stayed on their tongues like a potion with magical powers. There would be some enduring days ahead.
Part 3 to follow...
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