I picked up a Venezuelan guy at the bar last night. It's not an easy thing to do here in Ottawa. Not too many Latin Americans cruise the gay scene in this city. And none turn out so eager to please as Ramon was. The things this macho was willing to do surprised me: he was passive to the point of submission. And what a great fuck, tightest ass I've squeezed my cock into in a long time. He looked and acted real butch, but he took it like a lady. And he was a shouter too, that really turns me on. When I first hit on him he was kind of cautious and didn't really seem too interested in picking anyone up - he seemed more interested in taking in the ambience. But when I found out he was from Maracaibo I surprised him by telling him I'd spent a year in that city. He immediately got as friendly as if he were talking to his oldest pal in the world, asking me where I had lived and what I was doing there. I surprised him further by answering in Spanish, telling him how I had been an English teacher at an American institute there. When I felt I had his trust, I related how I had seduced a couple of my students into sucking them off. I could see I was turning Ramon on. So I told him about my experiences in the Arcand household.
The Arcands were a family from Quebec, friends of my parents, who had moved to Venezuela years ago. Patrick Arcand worked for a geosciences contract company that lent its services to the local oil companies. I was just out of college, looking for a job, and they invited me to stay with them and maybe get a job teaching. I took up on their offer, and soon found myself living in a big apartment in Maracaibo, being treated like the third son. Marie and Michel, their daughter and son, were about my age. It soon became evident to me that the Arcand's purpose in welcoming me in their household, was to secure a nice French Canadian boy like myself for their daughter. So they'd leave us alone quite often, and would ask me to take her to the movies or go walk with her to the neighbouring bakery. They used any possible opportunity to throw us together, and I believe Marie did have a crush on me. I played along with the matchmakers for a while, but I began looking for more time to spend with the twenty year old Michel.
I didn't have much hope of getting it on with Michel. He had a steady girlfriend, Carla and was the stereotype of young straight maleness, down to the scantily clad bimbo poster hanging in his room, a passion for automobiles and weekend soccer practices. I loved it when he came from practice, because before taking a shower he'd parade around the house for a while with his shirt off and sport shorts, displaying his hard chiselled chest. His legs were another work of art, sculpted by years of running after soccer balls. But the piece de resistance was his picture-perfect ass, which filled out his shorts beautifully, and looked even more succulent the few times I caught him walking around in his underwear. Michel would turn into a sort of exhibitionist on the few occasions we were left alone in the house.
One weekend, we were all invited to visit some old working mate of Patrick's who lived in the city of Barquisimeto, a 5-hour drive from Maracaibo. But Michel had an exam he was preparing for so he couldn't go along. When I heard this I got excited at the opportunity of seeing more of his hot body, if only to enrich the already frequent jack-off sessions in which I'd fantasize getting fucked by that stud. I invented an excuse about preparing an exam for the following Monday. Marie was visibly upset.
"Maman, I really don't want to go to Barquisimeto either" she said.
My heart sank. I knew Michel wouldn't walk around in his briefs with his sister around, and I was sure I'd have to spend at least another boring evening with her at the movies. I swear I was containing myself from grabbing her by the shoulders and shaking some sense into her. But it was Michel who saved the day and convinced her of going, reminding her how long she'd wanted to skate again: Barquisimeto boasted the only ice rink in the region at that time. If I had known then what I know now, I would have realised that he too wanted to be left alone in the apartment with me.
Marie and her parents left early Saturday morning, so by the time I awoke they had left. I walked towards the kitchen, poured myself some orange juice and joined Michel in the living room. He was in his underwear lying on the sofa in front of the TV, laughing at Daffy Duck. I tried not to look too much at the hunk sprawled on the couch, so as not to get caught staring at his bulge, and more importantly, not to spring a hard-on which the loose shorts I slept in would not have been able to conceal. He adjusted his balls when I sat down next to him in the armchair, looked at me and managed to grunt out a "Hey, Daniel".
"Watching anything interesting?" I asked him.
He picked up the remote and began turning channels as he rubbed under his flat stomach with the other hand and said, "Nothing really... but if you see anything you like, just tell me."
How I wanted to answer that remark, but I didn't have a clue to his intentions that morning, so instead, I just took another gulp of orange juice. With the glass raised to my face I took another quick look at Michel's crotch. His hand had found it's way inside the underwear, probably to switching his dick to another side. I put my glass down and unconsciously licked my lips. At that moment he took his erect cock out and looked at me:
"So, Daniel, see anything you like?"
"Stop playing around, Michel"
"C'mon Michel, I've seen how you look at me. I've noticed how you sometimes get erections when I'm around. It doesn't happen when you're with Marie. You're queer, man!" He started stroking his cock. I started deniyng it, but he persisted. "Don't worry man, I don't give a shit if you like guys. I even let this fag at practice suck me off once. It was better than fucking Carla, man. She doesn't like to suck my cock. But you fags, you are really good cocksuckers, man." He kept on playing with his erection. "I'm really in the mood to get sucked right now. C'mon, Daniel, you want to suck my cock? I won't tell nobody..."
By now my own cock had gotten hard and made its way out of my pants leg, so I really couldn't keep up the charade. And I didn't want to. I got up, knelt in front of the sofa, and pealed his underwear off. I grabbed his cock, puckered up my lips, pressed them against his dick's head and lunged down on him. He let out a deep sigh, and relaxed on the sofa, while I expertly deep throated him, showing him what he was missing with Carla. I lovingly caressed his balls and switched from sucking to licking his shaft. I licked his balls and the length of his shaft, kissed the head, licked around the crown. I explored every inch of Michel's manhood. I looked up at him and saw he had his eyes closed. Maybe he was fantasizing about Carla. I was going to have none of that!
I got up peeled my T-shirt off, grabbed the half glass of orange juice and poured it on his chest and crotch. I didn't give him time to react, and got down to licking the liquid off of his chest, flicking my tongue around his hardened nipples and then his flat stomach while I masturbated him. When his torso was licked clean I again wolfed down his cock, putting my hands underneath him to grab on to that beautiful rump. He began moaning and grunting, closed his legs tight and shot his spunk in my mouth. I used my discarded T-shirt to wipe off the excess sperm from my lips. He looked down and saw my cock jutting out at him. He nervously got up and said he had to take a shower. I went into my room, lay in bed and while replaying the scene in my mind, jacked off until I had shot a load onto my chest and stomach. I smeared it all over me while I waited for Michel to finish off in the bathroom. When I heard the shower turn off, I got up, wrapped a towel around my waist and crossed paths with Michel coming out of the bathroom.
He didn't manage a word, just smiled and arched his brows as he passed by me. He seemed kind of embarrassed. "You're welcome, pal". I thought to myself. But I had nothing to regret, since sucking Michel off was a fantasy cum through, if you'll excuse the pun. I stepped into the shower and cleaned up.
When I had dressed I went out to the TV room, and there was my exhibitionist friend, still sitting around with only his towel wrapped around him. I decided to sit with him and engage in our usual small talk, just to make the situation as normal as possible. But he stared at the TV in silence for the longest while.
When the commercials were on he commented on one: "Fuck, what I wouldn't do with a car like that instead of my crappy old Malibu."
"Yeah, I hear that Mitsubishi has the best engine in the market", I replied, not having the least idea what I was talking about.
Then, as if it was the next logical line in the conversation, he asked: "So... had you ever sucked a guy off before me?"
"What would you say?" I asked him.
He grinned wide. "Yeah, stupid question. It was fantastic, man, better than Javi at soccer practice. You could give him some pointers"
"Why not invite Carla for the class, let everyone benefit?" I said. He started laughing. After a small pause, he asked: "What about, you know... do you... - have you ever been fucked?"
It was an embarrassing question, but I stared at the television and stated: "Yeah, I take it up the ass IF I like the guy enough".
"Yes, of course. Cool!", he said, and also turned to staring at the TV. But I knew it was coming, and seconds later he said:
"But, you like me, don't you?"
Moments later, in his room, and with the help of Marie's hand lotion, I was being vigorously penetrated by Michel. It took him a long while to come a second time, so we got to switch positions many times. He climaxed when we were face to face, so I got to see his expression of pleasure and relief as he shot his cum inside me, my legs awkwardly trying to wrap around his thrusting body. That weekend we made love three more times, the height of which was in the master bedroom, where Mme. Arcand had a large mirror. I delighted in watching myself suck on Michel's cock, and shot all over myself when I sat on his cock facing the mirror. The sight of my asshole slowly inching down on his erection at the same time I felt his member invading my body was the sexiest thing I've ever experienced. I got to lick his beautiful round ass while we showered together the next day and even fingered his asshole, but he politely turned down my hints at penetrating him. In our last session in my room, Michel somewhat lost his straight inhibitions and would occasionally stroke my cock if the position we were in allowed it. While lying belly up on my bed with my head hanging off the side, he fucked my mouth and managed to cum deep inside my throat. He then lay on top of me, his balls on my face and took my cock into his mouth. But his initial instinct was to deep-throat me and he gagged, which made him lose interest in cocksucking. So he jacked me off while I massaged his buttocks and took in the musky smell of his balls.
In the following months, Michel and I became best of pals, and but we seldom found the right occasion to make love. My growing neglect of Marie made the Arcands gradually pull the welcome mat, and I soon moved out to a small studio apartment where I sampled the best studs Maracaibo could offer. But they were usually very butch, always active tops with the occasional cocksucker thrown in for good measure. I invariably began to believe there was no such thing as a Maracucho bottom. Until last night at the bar in Ottawa.
When the drinks and the detailed narration of my sexploitations had loosened up Ramon enough, I took him to my apartment where he proved to me that there were exceptions to the "maracucho" macho. He was all over me and couldn't get enough of my dick. He didn't let us reach the bedroom, so we made do with the living room couch. I sat down with my shirt still on and my legs tied at the ankles by my pants and underwear that couldn't slip right off because this hot man had not given me time to take my shoes off. But Ramon's tongue made up for the discomfort. He licked every inch of my shaft and gave my balls the same attention, his bushy moustache adding some extra tickling torture. He paused to slip his shirt over his head. He had a completely smooth chest and rather large brown nipples that I admired as I unbuttoned my shirt. He was able to undo the last buttons, and slid my shirt behind me forcing my arms to be tied behind my back. He sat on my lap, his hard denim pressing against my erection, and he held my hands behind my back with his as he kissed me. I could taste the tanginess of my own precum in his mouth.
He began kissing and licking down my body going back to attack my sore cock. At this time I could have easily finished taking off my shirt, but somehow I was enjoying feeling helpless to receive the pleasurable punishment Ramon was giving me. He pulled me forward till my ass was off the couch, and while slurping up and down my dick, he proceeded to stick a finger into my ass. He began masturbating me while using his other hand to give me an anal massage with two fingers. He felt I was beginning to work up to a climax and he pulled his fingers out of my butt, stood up and help me to my feet. He knelt down in front of me and started jacking me off while gently caressing my balls, pointing my cock at his face. At this point I could no longer maintain balance, so I freed my arms and held on to his shoulders as I blasted cum all over his face and chest. He seemed more excited by this cum bath than anything else that had happened. He stood up again. My cum was beginning to slowly stream down his body towards the top of his jeans. We kissed and he intentionally pressed against me as if to glue our bodies together with my spunk. His cock was still an aching prisoner in denim.
I told him to slip off his jeans while I struggled with the entangled mess of shoes, pants, underwear and socks all around and at my feet. By now he was in his white briefs, his long hard cock slung tight to one side. He reached his hand in to rub the head of his cock. I licked my lips, but decided the couch had seen enough action for tonight. We headed for the bedroom. He got on top of the bed lying face up and I crawled on top of his body, kissing him. He opened his legs and I lay between them so that my spent cock lazily met the hardened meat waiting behind the white cotton. He wrapped his legs around me while we kissed and I made humping motions. I then broke the embrace to pull his underwear off. What greeted me was a nice seven-inch mushroom shaped dick, thinner at the base but getting thick towards the large bulbous head. He put his legs on my shoulder and I dived down on him sucking up and down the length of his dick, but now and then delighting in just holding the head in my mouth and letting my tongue explore its whole surface, giving special attention to the underside and the opening, from which precum was beginning to ooze. I got up to reposition myself in bed to keep on sucking him off in hopes of getting a similar facial to the one I'd just given him. But the moment he saw that my cock had gotten excited from giving him head, the tables got turned. I suddenly found myself lying on my back with Ramon slobbering on my cock in an evident effort to lube it up. He sat down on my cock and winced as my erection made it's way up his ass. He shouted and started cussing loudly as he began to ride my dick. I was sure the neighbours would know what was going on, but I was so excited that there was no way I wanted him silent. He began stroking his meat as he slid up and down my shaft. But he began to loose pace as he was getting tired. We switched positions back to missionary and I plugged myself back into him. He continued stroking himself and using Spanish curse words I hadn't heard in years. I kept driving my cock into his warm chute. His loud yelps and whimpering turned me on to the point of no return, but sensing what he liked most, I pulled out in time to cum all over his body again. He grabbed my cock and greased his hand with my cum and began stroking his own meat with my slippery man juice. I inserted two fingers into his ass, which helped him cum all over himself, his spunk mingling lovingly with mine. We kissed and I got up to go to the bathroom. I looked at him sprawled on my bed, his torso shiny from our lovemaking, and a satisfied look on his face. The sight of him will be another great memento I'll keep from sunny Maracaibo.
Franklin Pangborn
Maracaibo, April 2002