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Thirty-Eight California Highways

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Tomas was still in my arms when I woke. I had enjoyed holding him every time he had allowed it so I had a great night's sleep. For weeks when he first joined us after leaving the truck stop he would have sex with one or another but fought to sleep away from anyone else. We were stuck in the house in Moab before he was willing to sleep with me, usually he wore his pants and long-johns but nothing on top so I could hold him by the pecs. His pants were rough rubbing on my cock, I had finally convinced him to leave the pants beside the bed only a few weeks before we Left the house on our way West. I had fucked him a few times a month for the past four or more years but he had still been unwilling to sleep naked in my arms when we left the house.

He loved getting his cock into my hand while we slept. Often I woke with my hand deep in his long-johns or with the fronts pulled down over my wrist. I don't remember when he first allowed me to finger him while we were supposed to be sleeping. The first couple times I woke with a finger or two in his asshole he was quick to pull away and get out of bed. In the RV with the door closed and Ace sleeping in the bunk bed next door protecting my son I was pleased to have Tomas's tight hairless butt and asshole rubbing my hard cock as I started to wake.

"Tomas, don't do that unless you want me to fuck you." I was serious although I said that lightly enough he might think I was kidding.

"That feels nice." He hadn't slowed down or stopped rubbing his asshole on the head of my cock, I knew where this was going even if he didn't. The sigh as pre-cum coasted his ass lips was letting him rub more rapidly.

"It does, but it is getting me ready to fuck." I pulled him against my body tighter.

"Will you be gentle?" I thought he was kidding me, he liked me to start gentle but he had always pressed to get fucked harder and harder the longer I was in him. I decided to give him the option of what he wanted.

"I'll lay back and let you take my cock however you want. How does that sound?" Tomas hadn't ridden anyone's cock while with us that I had seen. Just the idea of having him initiate sex that morning was enough to make me want to toss him on his stomach and punish his asshole but I enjoy having my cock taken care of without me having to work when I first wake.

"Bueno." He had mostly stopped speaking in Spanish over the last couple years. I had to think he was more excited about riding my cock than he was going to say. While he reached for his pants to get some lube I rolled onto my back. My cock was already fully hard, it could have been a piss hard-on but the way he had been rubbing against me I was not too desperate to piss although I knew I might be as soon as I shot.

Tomas got back on the bed wiping sleep out of his eyes. Through my half closed eyes he so resembled Jesus that I almost called him that by mistake. He spread his legs over mine and held his cock up to mine. I was easily twice as long as he was and thicker, he rubbed his cock up against me coating me with grease with his hand wrapped three quarters of the way around the two cocks in his hand.

"Te amo eso pinga." I wasn't sure of what he was saying but I thought he was telling me something about love. It was a nice way to have him grease my cock, I lay there not answering his Spanish just letting him do what he wanted.

Suddenly he had turned around and had his butt facing me. I would prefer looking in his face while he rode my cock but that wasn't his intent in turning. With the hand that wasn't coated with grease he pulled on his butt cheek. His asshole was almost invisible it was such a light brown that it melted into the rest of his coloring. I reached up and tapped at his hole. He didn't open but he did wink at me.

"Eso es tuyo." I understood that, he was telling me his asshole was mine. I had only been one of the people fucking him over the last few years, was something changing? I always have liked Mexican boys but I have never wanted to fall in love with one, Jesus would have been the exception to that. I reached around his body and got some of the grease from my cock on my forefinger.

I tapped on his asshole with my finger again, this time exerting more pressure. The first joint of my forefinger slid in. As I pushed in further Tomas sat back so that he was almost upright on my hand. I wiggled my finger around, he was still rubbing grease on my cock. I wanted in his asshole but he was not ready to take me.

"Estoy Listo, Tomas." He looked over his shoulder at me. After squeezing hard on my finger a few times he released my finger and stood enough to turn around. When the tip of my cock touched his asshole I couldn't hold back I bucked up and stabbed my way in to him an inch. I took hold of him by the hips and pushed down. For a moment there was a look of surprise as a few inches of cock slid into him. He allowed that for a minute, with maybe half of me in him he pushed back up with his legs until only the head of my cock was still in his asshole. We did that a few more times. I was enjoying both the feel on my cock and the smile that was shining down on me. I moved my hands away and gave him the freedom to take my cock the way he wanted.

Tomas stuck his tongue out at me, smiled as hugely as possible and began to bounce on my cock so that within five minutes he had all eleven inches of solid cock traveling through his asshole. I lay back and let him fuck himself. It was great but I had to stop thinking about the boy on my cock or I would shoot much too soon. I tried thinking about driving, snow, wolves, shooting guns, darkness, etc. but it wasn't helping. Tomas was doing his best to squeeze my cock and draw a load of cum from my balls. I gave in and ran my hands over his sweet body, how he had stayed so smooth when his life had been rough I don't know but he was as smooth as my babies' butts had been.

When I finally reached his dime sized nipples they had gone as hard as his dick. I was able to rub my thumbs over the nibs making him let out a deep groan that I could feel in my balls. I hadn't been playing with his nibs for more than a minute when he shot a load of thick cum on my chest. I loved the involuntary muscles squeezing down on my cock but held back from filling his ass with cum.

I wanted him to ride me longer.

When he was shooting on me Tomas had stopped bouncing up and down on my cock but when he felt me flexing my cock in his asshole he started to ride me again. He wasn't able to pull out as far or drive his butt down onto me as far after shooting that first load. I pulled him down to my chest, smashing him into the mass of cum and without warning rolled him over so I was on top driving my cock into him. I can't repeat the noises he was making but I have only ever heard them from Mexican boys in a state of extreme excitement. He only lasted a few minutes until for the second time he was spraying his hot, white cum on his stomach and the bed.

That time as he squeezed down I couldn't hold back any longer and with cum shooting from my driving cock slid easily the entire way home. A morning load is a full load and lasting the way I had it was fuller and larger than normal. I could feel cum splattering onto my balls as I held my cock the whole way in his ass. As I pulled out of his ass cum was seeping from his stretched hole between his cheeks onto his back. I've never been one that is crazy about eating my own cum out of the boys I fuck, sure I like my own cum and will gladly shoot in my mouth when bent over far enough.

"Ace, get over here." It was early but he probably thought I was calling him to piss in his mouth. When I pointed to the cum seeping out of Tomas's ass he moved to the side and started licking out my cum with gusto. I had the passing thought that I should have pissed in Tomas's ass so that Ace would have a good morning's cocktail but I hadn't and my cock was no longer hard. I swore that the day would come soon when I gave Tomas a full load of piss in his ass after a good hard fuck.

"Bastante?"

"Si."

"Ace, I need to piss." He took the head of my cock in his mouth and licked the cum and taste of Tomas's asshole off. I let him clean my cock most of the way to my balls before pushing his head back so that only the head was in his mouth when I started to relieve my bladder that was fuller than usual from a longer than normal sleep. Ace had learned how to take my piss well over the last few years and no matter how hard I pissed in his mouth didn't gag or struggle to swallow every drop.

Tomas must have realized that I was just about finished. "Tambien?"

"Ace, take Tomas's piss, too." I was almost completely hard just from having Ace working on my cock to get every drop of piss he could. Watching Tomas aim his cock at Ace's mouth and my slave getting all he was able to release made my cock start drooling my sweet pre-cum. Cumming twice was generally more than I did when I first woke, twenty years earlier I would have thought nothing about fucking Ace and Tomas again before getting out of bed but even giving them a third load of cum was unusual.

Whomever it had been that had called me selfish would have looked at that morning and been sure he was correct. That is not to say that Ace and Tomas did not enjoy themselves but I was not too concerned that they would when I convinced Tomas to join Ace between my legs. For at least forty-five minutes either one of them or the other had my balls on his tongue or his tongue in my ass. I let them lick up the whole shaft but kept them concentrating on my balls and asshole.

I heard the others starting to move around the RV. Joey was giving orders about preparing breakfast, Raul and Lionel were grumbling about waking up so early. Jude was asking where Ace had put his clothes, Deuce was telling Raul how good he thought Lionel's cum had tasted and how the stranger hadn't seemed to want to stop sucking dick all night. Joey was starting to bang pans on the stove before I allowed either Tomas or Ace to take my cock in their mouth. After all they had been doing with my balls and asshole I was ready to unload by the time they had both gone down on me three or four times.

I had never tried it before, but I pulled their heads together as Tomas was pulling off my cock. I jammed a thumb in each of their mouths causing them to open wide just as I started spraying cum in both boys. I hadn't expected to be able to shoot more than a couple volleys of cum but seeing two mouths filling with cum I shot and shot until my balls started to ache from being drained. If Jude hadn't been knocking on the door to get me to wake I would have easily fallen back to sleep, I think Tomas would have, too.

"Where are your clothes?" Jude had come in after knocking and stood there without any clothes his pre-puberty cock standing out from his body.

"I don't know. Ace, where did you put them?"

"Your long-johns and shirt are hanging over the bath-tub."

"There's no tub. What do you mean?"

"In the other bathroom, Jude." I hated having him running around naked with all of the gay men in the RV but he had never said that anyone had acted inappropriately so I watched him walk down the hall without saying anything. Thinking back I couldn't remember my own cock ever being that small or that I had ever swished as I walked, with or without being clothed.

"Go wash up and get ready for breakfast." Ace and Tomas had been standing by the door immobile.

"Sir?"

"Ace, is there something wrong?"

"No, sir. Tomas wants to know if you will let him sleep with us every night. He promises not to wake you up too early and to keep your balls warm." I had to laugh. I had innocently told Tomas that I liked how he warmed my balls one night when he had slept with Jude and I, since that night if he slept with us he made sure to work his butt into my crotch, tight against my cock and balls. He actually would keep my balls warm and my cock hard, if he had been naked I'm sure he would have been impaled on my cock every time.

"Would you like that, Ace?" Was I seeing the beginning of Ace becoming more independent? A year earlier he would not have dared to ask that. He hadn't seemed to have had his desire to be fucked reduced any since Junior and I accepted him as our slave. "It means you will have to share me more than you already have to."

I didn't wait for him to answer.

Conversation over breakfast was more about Lionel than the drive into San Diego or what anyone wanted to do when we reached there. I was shocked that Joey didn't say anything about Lionel taking his dick, either orally or anally. I had thought the way he had talked the night before that he would be fucking Lionel the first chance he had. Had the other guys kept the boy too busy for Joey to play? Or had Lionel not allowed Joey to play?

When we went to get ready to pile into the truck we knew we were going to have a problem. Eight people in an area prepped for five is a real tight squeeze. Raul and Deuce volunteered to ride in the back, but we really didn't have the room there unless we started to ditch some of the boxes we had gathered with food. It should only be a couple hour trip so most of us were willing to have someone pressed up against us.

Joey drove. Jude ended up riding between Ace's legs behind the passenger seat. Tomas rode on the floor board between my legs. Raul, Deuce and Lionel squeezed into the two other seats. Everyone in the back was tight up against someone else. I had the best seat, almost on Tomas's face. It had started to warm up before we left so everyone had stripped off some of their clothing to help make room. Tomas was sitting on three jackets which put his face against my knees, his mouth breathing down the leg of my shorts warming up my cock. He knew what he was doing and pressed closer every few minutes so he could take a lick at the head of my cock.

"Look at that mess!" Joey had stopped the truck looking towards the city, I don't know why but he had turned the engine off. Directly ahead of us there were four lanes of traffic blocking the entire highway. There looked to be a shoulder all the way to the turn we were going to have to make onto a sky-way that was supposed to by-pass the city and take us to the ocean front highway.

"We're going to have to push some cars over the edge of the sky-way. Can you see about a third of the way up the road there is a police car on the shoulder with another car in front of it?" Joey has better eyes than I do but I could see what he was trying to point out. I didn't know if we would be able to push the cars through the guard rail and get past them but if it was possible Joey would manage. I was looking at the road we would be taking to the turn when a huge pack of wolves came out of a ravine that looked to be over-grown with Bougainvillea until the wolves appeared, trampling the bushes.

"Roger, do you see them?"

"I do, how many do you think there are? I lost track of a count but there must be more than two hundred of them."

"Maybe twice that many. There seem to be more of them still climbing over the railing." The pack didn't seem to have any intention of stopping. I don't know if they didn't see us or if we were so insignificant that the pack leaders chose to ignore us. There were at least four of the upright monsters that had scared us so badly the first time we saw them and waved us on the second. It was a frightening sight but not being acknowledged had given me a hope for the rest of our trip.

We talked about what we were going to do if they reappeared once we found a place on the beach. Finding wolves there was a fear that had us making contingency plans. We talked about moving beyond San Diego and down into Baja California where we might find a place that we could defend as our own. There was a question about whether we might be able to take Coronado island for our home. Unless we found too many Navy personnel that were still alive there was a hope that we could live on the island. I didn't know much about it other than there was a high bridge you had to cross over a bay to get to it or the possibility that you could take a ferry.

I had a cousin that had lived in San Diego, he had visited us in Maine at least three times while I was still in High School and had told me about the fun he would have on the island with his classmates. Without people there I was sure the fun would not be the same but if we we going to create our own paradise an eight mile by one mile island didn't sound like a bad place to start. There would only be one way the wolves could try to get there and with any luck we could get that blocked and protected.

It took at least a half hour for the pack to pass. We didn't get out of the truck or even open any windows, we didn't want the pack to catch our scent. There was a definite scent of testosterone filling the truck as we sat pressed against each other. The breeze was coming inland from the beach so we might have been able to open windows without alerting the pack to our presence but we were careful.

"Do you think your cousin might have survived the attack?"

"I don't think there is much of a chance. Cary was a total outdoor freak. If he wasn't surfing or riding a skateboard he probably would have been running with his dog. I don't know how many times he had told me that the only reason he had a house was to protect him the three days a year it would rain in the city and the week it might be cold. He admitted he did hang some clothes there and had a mattress on the floor that he used once in a while if he wasn't able to find someone else that wanted his cock for the night. He bragged that he hadn't stayed there many nights since he owned the house.

Cary was a few years older than me. I learned what my cock was going to be like from him. Not that I ever had sex with him, he thought that would be weird. Still I got to see him naked every time he showed up in Maine since he loved having George suck his cock. The last time he was there I got George to measure his cock and once he was gone compared my cock, I was a Junior in High School and a half inch longer than him. If I met him when we drove into San Diego there was no doubt I would have gladly fucked him. Too bad that we were cousins, he was a stud.

Finally there were no more wolves in sight.

"Can we get out to pee?" As often as I had told Ace to 'drink my piss' I found it strange that he would ask 'to pee'. Junior had said he thought Ace was displaying his inferiority by not taking the word piss for what he did. At least he didn't say pee pee like Jude had been saying until he was ten. Joey and I couldn't see any more of the wolves so we allowed everyone to pour out of the truck for a piss stop. Eight guys can make a lot of piss, I thought back to the last time I had a group of guys piss on me. That made me piss through an erection, Tomas walked to my side and licked the tip of my cock getting just a taste of piss, two or three drops, he smiled and nodded his head. I understood that he was telling me that he would try drinking my piss. Perhaps I had been more cautious than necessary, if he wanted to try piss he might not be as fragile as I thought.

"Roger, it's going to be dangerous trying to get the police car and that pickup off the sky-way. Let's go take a look, maybe on the sky-way we'll see a way to do it that I can't see from here." I understood he didn't want to have to back the truck down the sky-way if we weren't able to knock them through the concrete guard rails without damaging the road.

"Everyone, stay close to the truck. Joey and I will be back. If you see even one wolf get in the truck and close the doors." Ace and Raul were capable of shooting the rifles and handguns so we had told them to get armed. Both were fair shots and should be able to protect everyone.

A few of the guys tried arguing with us but Joey and I told them to stay by the truck again. I hated being separated from our son but the truck was better protection than anything I could see where Joey and I needed to go, there were a few small trucks but mostly there were convertibles and a few luxury sedans. Ace had picked up Jude, he knew if he didn't the boy would be off on his own in moments, either following us or exploring the cars on the highway.

When Joey and I got to where the wolves had crossed the highway we were both shocked at how they had made a path through the jammed up cars and trucks. When we watched them crossing it had seemed as if they were going over vehicles. Some must have but others must have hit the vehicles and moved them out of the way. There was a path at least forty feet wide across the highway on both sides. It was a shame it wasn't going our direction, that would have been a nice road to follow.

"It looks like I am going to have to hit these cars hard to make them break-thru the guard rail, there isn't room for me to push them into traffic." He was looking over the concrete to see how thick and connected to the highway it was. I was worried that a hard hit to the concrete might damage the sky-way enough that we couldn't get past a break. Joey had already pointed out a crack in the road that went through the railing. Creating another crack didn't seem too intelligent.

"Joey, maybe we should try to find a different way to get across the city. Look up there." About another three hundred yards up the sky-way was a freight truck partially hanging over the edge out into space. I hated what I knew was going to be the response.

"The only other route you marked on the map was in the direction the wolves just went. I'd rather not meet up with that many wolves again."

"If I can find a cycle that I can get running I might be able to work out a different route across town that isn't on the major highways. There is a highway to the south but the last shot of it your father gave me from that Nasa Satellite made it look like it was even more jammed than this one."

"Welcome to California. Traffic everywhere."

Most of the cycles we had seen on the highways must have been moving fairly fast, they were wrecked worse than any of the cars or trucks. We weren't far from an exit but we would need to drive the truck backwards about a third of a mile. I hadn't seen any signs that advertised cycles but we might find a stop light with a cycle blocked in traffic if we were able to drive on the streets. The time difference from Maine might make the traffic lighter on the side streets but I didn't know for sure since the Highway was already jammed. If I knew where Cary lived I might have headed there since I knew he had a few older Harley Davidsons that he kept garaged.

"Hey, look over there, a scooter shop." If I was still in Maine and anyone had suggested I ride one of those tiny things I would have been so insulted. Here I couldn't help but think one of them might be the easiest way to get between the cars stalled on the roads. I wasn't too sure that would help me mark a route for the truck but I was willing to give it a try, I was getting anxious to see the ocean.

"Can I go with you?" We hadn't even found one spare battery to charge. Tomas was at my side as Joey and I walked through the shop that held at least fifty different sized scooters but nothing over 125 cc. I had to search through the workshop in the rear of the shop for an hour in the near blackness to find what I hoped would work. We had a converter attached to the truck that would allow us to run a general 4 volt charger but if there was a battery that was chargeable was another matter and would have to wait until there was more light, I hadn't found what was needed in the dark.

It had gotten dark faster than we were used to. We have a couple lanterns but they were packed deep in the truck and searching for them was not realistic. I hated waiting until the next day to get started but we had the rest of our lives and we were in the city we had chosen as our destination. Raul and Deuce started fussing about a place to stay for the night. I wasn't in the least tired so I hadn't been thinking much about that need. Standing beside the truck I chuckled at our fortune, directly ahead in the high beams was a sign with an arrow pointing down to a set of stairs. 'San Diego National Historic Bath House', I had heard of the place from one of my sexual contacts back in Maine.

"Joey? Ready to go to a bath house? There should be enough beds for everyone to have their own." I hadn't slept in a single bed by myself for so long I was excited by the possibility. I knew how ironic that was, usually you go to a bath house to meet other men not to sleep alone.

"Do you think we'll be able to find our way?" Looking down the steps all we could see was darkness.

"There should be some candles in the store next door." I didn't have any idea what the store was but I could see an eclectic mix of items in the window. I had a lighter in my pocket in case we found any cigarettes that weren't too stale so I would be able to light the candles. There was no breeze on the street so the eight heavy scented candles gave us enough light to climb down the stairs and once inside the bath house to see there was going to be some damage from spot fires where there had been men but that most of the underground floor was void of serious problems.

It was the first time any of us had ever been in a place like that. Joey said he had heard about one in Dallas but had never had the opportunity to get there. None of the others had even heard of such places. I held onto Jude's hand as we made our way around the bath house, I didn't want him getting lost.

"Dad, why is it called a bath house? There aren't any bath tubs here." I didn't know how to explain the history of them to him other than to say that when they originated thousands of years earlier bathing was an essential part of the experience for either Roman or Greek men. We had been looking around for at least twenty minutes when we came to what I pointed out to Jude had been a hot tub. A few minutes later we came to a totally dried out pool that went into a lagoon area and then to a larger pool that might have allowed forty or more men to swim.

We hadn't found anything electric in the bath house that was working. It might have been nicer had there been any heat or water but what we needed the most was a place to sleep. The first place we saw was what I assumed was an orgy room, There was a mattress that stretched from one wall out twenty feet and then easily thirty or more feet across. Some of the guys said they would be staying there, we had brought a few blankets with us so they could get warmed up.

We had to climb up a staircase to continue exploring. There was a maze at the head of the steps that took us fifteen minutes to walk through. At the other entrance to the maze were rooms that held single or double beds. They all had sheets and a flat pillow. In minutes I thought that only Jude and I were Left standing in the hallway, Lionel and Joey had taken the first two rooms across from each other when we Left the maze.

"Do you want to sleep alone again tonight or do you want to sleep with me?" I had thought I would want to be alone but I was having second thoughts that Jude would be safer sleeping with me.

"Dad, you know Tomas thinks he is in love with you?" That was such a non-sequitur that I was 'gab smacked'.

"I wondered what he thought he was trying to tell me this morning." Had I been totally oblivious to him? Up until the last few weeks he had not given me much attention there had been nights we spent together but for the most part he ignored me.

"Are you going to let him replace Dad?" I couldn't tell if Jude wanted that to happen or if he was afraid his Dad was not going to be there.

"Joey? He'll always be your Dad." Fair, but that didn't mean he would always be in my bed every night. We had been sleeping together much less over the last two years. Having turned Joey away from the master/slave period of his life I had the feeling Joey would be opening up who he would be having sex with once more. If he and I had sex, so be it, if not I would miss him and would be sorry that Jude wasn't getting a better model of what family life could be if you try.

"Are you sleeping with me or do you want to sleep alone again?" The previous night had been the first time he slept alone since we Left the village. He hadn't said anything about how it had gone, but at least there hadn't been any nightmares.

"Tomas is waiting to see where you sleep so he can follow you. I think I'll let him have you to himself, again." I showed my son how to work the lock on the inside of the door to the room he selected. There had been enough empty rooms that we were able to get him a few extra pillows, enough to actually act as one or more.

"Did Tomas tell you what he wants from me tonight?" For some reason I had to hope that Jude didn't know what Tomas wanted in our bed, why I was stupid enough to ask if Tomas had told him, I'm confused, too.

"We didn't get much time alone. But he was telling me how pleased I should be that my father was a great fuck, so he may be thinking you will fuck him again." Jude handed me a can of lube that was on the shelf by what would soon be his bed. I was almost in shock. "Here, I won't need this."

It was great to know that Jude wasn't planning on sex even in that house of debauchery. I waited outside his door until I heard the lock click into place. When I turned to the double bed I had seen while looking for a room for my son, Tomas stepped into the hallway. He was absolutely wanting something from me, he walked from the room where I had Left my blanket towards me. It was the first time since he Left the truck stop that I hadn't needed to tell Tomas to shed his clothing, he had walked twenty feet down the hallway wearing nothing. I hoped that was a sign that Tomas was truly recuperating from the abuse he had suffered from the older men at the truck stop.

"Roger, you teased me all day with your cock poking out of your shorts." I was ready to say that it was the other way around, if he had wanted to suck me cock Joey wouldn't have objected to watching. He had been blowing air on my cock to tease me in the truck, again he was on his knees but this time he had my cock in his mouth before I had the chance to say anything. He had been practicing at swallowing more of my cock from the first time he tried to take my eleven inches. It had taken him more than a year to get the head of my cock past his epiglottis and to not gag while doing it. By the time we had been in the house for two years he was able to swallow most of my cock, by the three year mark he was able to allow me to fuck my whole cock into his mouth and throat. Over the past few months he had mastered working his throat muscles up and down my cock so that he could make me cum straight into his stomach without ever bobbing his head.

I had tried to convince Tomas that while I enjoyed him using his throat on my cock, he knew it from the loads I gave him, he could give a better blow job if he used not only his throat but his mouth and even his hand a little. I think the morning sharing my cock with Ace had given him inspiration, kneeling in the middle of the hallway he licked at my balls and tried sucking them both into his mouth. Tomas lapped at the head of my cock and before I knew it was working his mouth up and down the first half of my shaft. I bend back towards my body slightly so kneeling in front of me taking more of my cock was impossible. Taking him by the wet hand I pulled him up.

"Tomas, what do you want?" If all he wanted was to suck my cock I would gladly put him on the bed so his head was hanging over the edge of the mattress, that was the easiest way for me to force myself into his throat.

"I want you to fuck me. No Rogelio, I should say I want you to make love to me. All I have ever had is men fucking my mouth and asshole. I want to know what it is like to have a man make love to me." He had started out so confident but by the time he had finished he was in tears and clinging to me. The way he had responded to me that morning let me know that he was telling me the truth. He wanted more than just my cock, I wasn't sure that I would be able to give him the loving he deserved.

"Why did you pick me to make love to you, Tomas? There are others that might be a better match for you physically. Some of the others can speak your language with you and know more about the way you grew up. When I lost Junior to the wolves I told myself that there wasn't going to be another man in my life that would take my heart, having him run off with the wolves broke my heart in thousands of pieces. Over the past few years I have allowed Joey and Ace to heal me but I am not sure that I am ready to make love to a man like you. We have too much experience without love."

"Roger, I wish you could love me but that isn't what I'm asking you for. I want you to treat me like a man that you love. You can fake it if you need to, I want to know what it is like to feel like I am the object of love not sex."

Tomas's hands were saying what he was vocalizing was not the truth. He had released the hug he had held me with. He had one hand on my cock and the other on my balls. If he was feeling love I thought his head should be against my chest or shoulder not back far enough for him to lick at my nips. "Come with me."

I took him by the hand and lead him to the room I had already prepared for my night. I was glad Jude had given me the lube from his room, there wasn't a jar on the night stand in this room. Originally, I hadn't thought that would be a problem since my intent was to sleep alone. After closing the door I pulled Tomas to me and kissed him hard. When I released him he was gasping for breath. I slid one hand down his side and was holding him tight against my crotch with one hand cupping a butt cheek. The other hand still had his head resting against it while my fingers tangled themselves in his straight, long, dark hair.

When I pulled him back for a second kiss he opened up for my tongue and after a moment we were exploring the inside of each other's mouth, hungrily. I didn't need to hold his head to mine, Tomas was matching my passion and pressed hard against me as I pressed against him. For fifteen minutes we stood at the side of the bed, kissing and allowing our hands explore the body against ours. I didn't even try to push my fingers into him, I wanted him to feel that I was thinking of him as more than a receptacle for my cock. That would have been difficult since it was standing tall between us leaking enough pre-cum that I could have fucked his navel. When I finally moved us onto the bed I realized that Tomas had been so happy with our foreplay that he had lost a load down his leg.

"Tomas, to make love it takes two to be fully engaged." I wasn't being an ass, but he needed to know that making love unlike fucking takes two people taking the initiative and enjoying what they can feel, kiss, lick, suck or fuck. I suppose you can make love to someone's body but that wasn't what he had said he wanted. I wanted to open his ass and give him all the cum I can grow but I was going to make him wait until he felt the need to either grease our parts or take me by mouth. Again I have to say I'm not much of one for a sixty-nine but I planned to dive into his asshole with my tongue if Tomas tried sucking my cock. Foreplay from one partner deserves a full reaction.

I like the unexpected when making love. When I felt Tomas trying to roll me to my stomach I could only think he planned on fucking me, it would be the first time in years but it could be part of us making love. I wasn't really prepared to have my ass fucked but as I rolled to my stomach I saw that the jar of lube my son had given me was on the bed mere inches from my head. It sat there unopened, Tomas started kissing his way across and down my back. I gave a quick thought that I was glad he wasn't seeing the scars from the operations that had allowed me to bear six children. That was a silly thought, he had spent one evening tracing the scars and learning which scar was connected to which of my children, he had enjoyed tracing them with his tongue.

"PLEASE." No he wasn't running fingers or his dick against my asshole, Tomas had started to lick around my asshole and I was pushing back against his face hoping that he would stick his tongue in me. I tried not being too needy but Tomas was making my asshole twitch and grasp at his tongue. That it was lust not making love didn't escape my mind. Although the way Tomas was licking and pressing it felt like he was making love to my asshole. I was to the point of begging to be fucked, I reached back and pulled Tomas up alongside me and started our kissing all over again. My asshole settled back to less needy but my cock was still seeping pre-cum.

I lowered myself on top of Tomas. I took one tit in between my lips and then the other while I opened the jar of lube and slowly worked one finger in his asshole. As I pushed a second finger in him Tomas began begging me to fill him with my cock. Among the words I could understand were the same words he had been shouting the night before when I was already plowing my cock into his ass. I had his legs wide and his dimpled butt off the bed enough that he was able to bounce on my fingers as he begged louder and louder for me to fuck him..

"Fuck that bitch!" It was a totally unfamiliar voice that sounded like he couldn't be much further away than the room across the hall. The part of me that thought Tomas would still be there the next day wanted to get out of bed and find out who was there. I raised up like I was going to leave him. Tomas screamed before I ever was able to pull my cock from between his butt cheeks.

"FUCK ME!'; I looked down at the boy on my bed that had wanted love and was now begging for sex. I jammed my cock deep between his cheeks, perfectly aligned I slid half of my cock into him. Tomas pulled our heads together, he had wrapped his arms around my neck. He kissed me on the cheek and then whispered in my ear.

"I can take all your cock, Roger. I love you." He pressed back against my cock, I felt more of it sliding in. I had been happy with his butt since the first time I had touched him, that I was able to push my entire cock into his asshole and squashing his butt flat enough that my pubes rubbed between us was so sexy.

I rammed the rest of my cock into Tomas and when he yelled out in his indecipherable Spanish I pulled back until there was less than an inch of cock in his asshole. He was struggling to get me to fuck him; I gave Tomas what he wanted, eleven inches of cock pounding his hole. Mixed in with words and screams I couldn't understand were pledges of love that I can say were warming my heart.

"Tell him you love him so I can get to sleep." That unfamiliar voice had interrupted us a second time. I didn't care much about it, more than anything I wanted to load Tomas with cum and not just one load. We pounded away for another half hour. About all that Tomas was saying was he loved me.

"Dad, go to sleep."

"You brought your son here?" There was a heavy pounding on the door. I hadn't thought to lock it so it flew open . I had to turn my head to see who was in the doorway. Standing there with a long-knife in one hand and a lantern in the other was an older Mexican man. He was walking toward us.

"No soy tu hijo!" I understood most of what Tomas was trying to tell the man but whose business was it anyway?

"Jude are you okay?"

"Go to sleep Dad, I'm fine."

The way we were interrupted had made my cock fade to its limp self. As Tomas sat up beside me he grabbed my cock like I was a security blanket. He and the old man started talking in Spanish that was much too fast for me to understand. I understand when Tomas told him that Jude was in an 'otra cama'. They were soon talking like old friends. I hadn't given Tomas the second load I had been working up for him but on my back with him holding onto my cock I was soon sleeping.

"Where's the old man?"

"He went to his room to sleep." I hoped we would be safe, but I hadn't thought much about him being a danger when he and Tomas had been talking. I didn't know the time, but I had been waking at pretty much the same time for a few years so I knew it was still morning. My first job for the day was to find two batteries and get them charged. Then I was going to have to spend an hour or so teaching Tomas how to ride a scooter, overnight I had decided that I would like him to go with me. I hoped we would get to spend a few hours on the beach fucking.

"I need to go piss."

"I'm coming along. I want to try doing what Ace does for you." I hugged him to my side. If he thought drinking my piss was part of loving me I was going to allow him to give it a try. If he didn't enjoy it that would be okay but I wasn't going to give him an early out. Tomas hadn't refused to suck my cock anytime I had asked so I thought he might get a load of cum to mask the flavor if he didn't enjoy drinking the load of piss I had stored in my bladder. We had found a shower room before we went to bed, it was a good place for Tomas to have his first load of piss. I didn't know that I was as full as I was so as Tomas was filling up I pulled my cock out of his mouth and showered his chest and then his cock and balls. He loved piss so much that as soon as my stream hit his cock he was shooting cum in every direction but mostly on my feet.

The first time I had Ace lick his cum off my feet I had to tell him. Back in my twenties in Maine when I would train a slave that was one of the orders that they would try resisting the most often. I would have preferred taking his cum some way but Tomas bent over and licked it from my feet and gave me a huge smile when he sat back on his heels. There was no doubt in my mind that Tomas had enjoyed the last two nights. Did that really mean he was in love with me? Of course not. I have to admit he was around me for more than four years so he had a good idea of who I am, he might be in love plus in lust.

"Go get Jude while I try to see if I can get these showers working." I had slapped Tomas on the butt lightly.

"Javier said only the showers downstairs are working."

"Then we'll get Jude and go downstairs together." Tomas glanced down at his body.

"But, I'm wet."

"Jude has seen others that have been coated in my piss. Which did you like better, drinking or getting a shower?"

Tomas took longer to answer than I would have liked but when he did I was happy for him. "Rogelio, I have know you for more than four years. Isn't that right?"

"You have."

"You were the first non-Mexican that I allowed to fuck me. Your cock is the only cock that has gone into my throat. It is also the most cock that has been in my asshole. I have loved the taste of your cum and tried to get more of it even when you wouldn't allow me to come to bed with you. I have licked it out of Ace's asshole when he let me. I watched jealously as you would piss in his mouth or all over Deuce or any of the others. The first time I saw you piss on someone else I shot a load of cum in my pants.

"I dreamed of what it would feel like to have your piss flowing over me. I hoped that the day would come when you would piss on my cock and balls, those dreams always gave me wet dreams. I couldn't understand why you wouldn't give me a load of piss to drink. I was so jealous of Ace that we would fight when you weren't around. He tried to tell me that I would need to ask you to piss in my mouth. That sounded wrong, I hadn't heard any of the others ask or beg you.

"When you allowed me to piss in Ace's mouth I knew that there wasn't anything I wouldn't do to have you do that to me. I heard a couple of the guys say that when you pissed on or in them it made them feel small but when I pissed in Ace's mouth I could see that he didn't feel that way. I made him talk to me before the other day when I licked the last few drops of piss off the tip of your cock. Ace told me that when he was in front of you drinking your piss directly from your cock he feels more alive and connected to you than when the pair of you do anything other than fuck.

"I have to agree. When you were pissing in my mouth I felt as if you and I were connected down to the cells. My whole body was vibrating while the piss flowed into my stomach. When you pulled your cock out and started to piss on my body I couldn't stop the smile. When the piss hit my balls there was no way I could have not shot a load. Rogelio, I guess I enjoyed that the most since that made me cum but I will do both of those things any time you want.

"Ace told me that some day you might piss in my ass. Do you think you can do that soon? I want you to do everything to me that you can. If there is anything you want to do just tell me and I will do it."

I had thought that the slave boys I had trained that said that lacked self respect and knowledge of their own desires. With Tomas I began to think it was something else, perhaps a sincere desire to satisfy any need or desire I might have.