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Mexican Friend's Son by Zenith64131@aol.com
Once again life has thrown a little excitement my way and I wanted to share it with you. Here is how it all started. For many years I have eaten at the same Mexican restaurant. During this time, I've learned a lot of Spanish and made some good friends. Everyone who works at the establishment knows I'm gay. I've even sucked a few of them. Some like me and respect me for being real; some hate me for it and go out of their way to ridicule. But like so often in the past, I have found that being present works. If people know you suck cock, they will come to you in their own time. I've found the taboo subject of homosexuality to be treated much the same in the Hispanic community as in the black community. A lot of guys do it, like it, and will vehemently deny it. It's perhaps even more taboo in the Latino community. But as is so often with forbidden fruit, it's just too tempting for a horny guy. That can lead to a lot of fun but little else. The sex is good but you can't expect a relationship. Sometimes the guy is so much in denial, a person's safety is almost at risk. After having had many black tricks so easily, I wanted to try and bag more Hispanics. If anything, getting a few seemed an insurmountable task. But by being patient, it's amazing how often things fall into place. A few weeks ago, I was dining at the restaurant when one of the managers and I got to talking. He said they fired a dishwasher for being drunk and frequently dropping the dishes. He then asked me if I would be interested in washing dishes part time. Knowing that there are many HOT Latino guys working there, many of who are gay-friendly, I accepted. My job would be to wash dishes for a five hour shift, several days a week. Me, the only white fag in a busy restaurant full of macho, swaggering, gorgeous young Latinos? Hell yeah. I eagerly agreed. The potential for dick was too great to turn it down. The first day was difficult. I'm not exactly a spring chicken, but I'm not totally washed up. The guys laughed at me as I donned the apron. They thought that the older, chubby guy wouldn't be able to keep up. Then they quit laughing. When in doubt, working your ass off usually suffices. The dishes were quickly scrubbed and placed in the dishwasher and I never fell behind for more than a few minutes. Having mastered multitasking in my other jobs, I was able to apply these skills to keeping the dishes caught up. The other workers quickly noticed that I was giving it my best effort despite my age and being somewhat out of shape. They warmed up immediately. Trying to speak with them in my broken Spanish and at the same time cleaning the plates quickly, seemed to impress them. The guys quickly accepted me. Several said I was a good worker -- better than the younger, lazy guys. All the while, my mind was planning and scheming how to land a hot verga (cock) or two. Most of the guys would catch my attention and using their heads, motion toward a buddy of theirs. I would smile and nod, pushing my tongue into my cheek as if to say I would love to give them a blowjob. This little game has continued going on. One day the good brought very large knife back into the kitchen area. He held it with the flat side toward me and acted like he was going to slap my ass with it. I stuck my ass out toward him and he slapped my gringo ass cheeks very hard. I asked him in Spanish to do it again. This went on several times and I told him to "Chinga me como conejo" (Fuck me like a rabbit") He laughed but I saw the other guys watching intently. They seemed intrigued at how easily I could give up some ass. Soon we started having community meals together including the delicious Mexican soup, menudo. The guys at the restaurant are very proud of this homemade soup and were anxious to see how I liked it. When it was obvious to them that I savored it, they joked and even the most aloof of them started talking to me as we drank bottles of Corona and Modelo beer. Being much taller and larger than them, they seemed fascinated with my ability to tip up a Corona, down the entire bottle, and let out a loud belch. We had fun with that. Soon we were joking, slapping each other on the back, etc. I was accepted, perhaps not entirely trusted by all (nor should I be!), but at least accepted. Everything started coming together. Last night's incident happened after work. One of the co-workers is a drunk. I will call him Andres. Andres loves to get drunk between the afternoon and evening shifts while he's off work. A few nights ago he broke a bunch of dishes - twice! Last night Andres was tipsy as well and spent much of the evening talking on his cell phone instead of working. He frequently chided me for working too fast because there would always be more dishes to wash, so why not take it easy? I told him that I am lazy too. I am like that rabbit who runs fast so he can rest for a few minutes when he is done. That caused Andres to laugh heartily. We joked and worked in the hot, sweaty environment until well after the restaurant closed. Andres didn't have a ride so he asked me to drive him to where he lives with his wife and son. I took Andres to a run-down area of town. It's not a particularly bad location as long as a person doesn't look for trouble. The son came out to the car and I rolled the window down. The son, who I will call Miguel (since I don't even know his real name!) started cussing at us in Spanish. I instantly recognized him from the restaurant because he would occasionally stop by to visit his father, Andres. I had the hots for that little Mexican stud. From what I could catch from the fast-paced conversation, Miguel had stopped by when we got off work and couldn't find Andres. It was because Andres and I were still inside drinking. Miguel asked me if I sucked his dad's dick because Andres and I were in the car together. I said no, Andres is like a brother to me and a brother doesn't suck a brother's dick. The truth of the matter is that Andres offered his cock to me one night after work and I turned it down. I didn't want to face a sweaty, uncut, stinky cock after eight hours of hard work! It would have been nasty. As much as I like Andres, I would have sucked him if he was clean. Andres had even show me his cock -- it was nice a thick, definitely a good one for sucking. After Andres went in the house, Miguel continued to lean in my car window and talk to me. He asked if he could fuck me in the ass. That surprised me and alarmed me at the same time. It seemed all too easy. I looked at his young face. Miguel is in his late teens or early twenties and is light skinned for a Mexican. He does not speak much English. The boy is slender and has thick black hair. He's got beautiful brown eyes and a swaggering, cocky attitude that is a real turn-on to me. The light mustache and a couple of pimples on his face make him look so cute! I put my arm outside the car window and motioned for him to come over closer. Miguel caught on and rubbed his crotch against my hand. Often, when I am uncertain about whether a trick is going to go well or if it's a set-up, I will try to cop a feel. If a guy wants his dick sucked, he will let you feel it. If he doesn't, run the other way. Miguel liked getting his crotch rubbed and it was already getting hard. It seemed certain that there would be plenty of hot young cock for me! As we continued to talk, he insisted on fucking me. I told him no, I only suck dick. There are no rubbers in the car and no grasa (grease) for fucking my ass. I told him only a blowjob or nothing. Miguel finally agreed. He did not want to go in the car with me because Andres would know that Miguel and I left together and would suspect something was up. I drove to the edge of the housing area and waited. Miguel followed and passed me. He led me to a remote area in the country where there is a park. There were no lights and it was pitch black outside at that time of the evening. Miguel told me to suck his cock and I happily got down on my knees. His young dick was uncut and decent sized. He apologized for it being little and I said no, it is a nice verga for sucking. As I peeled back the foreskin, I was impressed by his hygiene. The cock tasted clean and smelled a little like soap. I immediately deep throated Miguel, slamming my face against his pubic bone. He gasped in appreciation and held my head, fucking my face. The Mexican chorizo in my mouth started getting harder and harder. He took it out of my mouth and told me to pull down my pants. I declined. He became increasing insistent. I thought "What the fuck?" and maybe a dick in my ass, if done right, might not hurt so badly. I told him I have no rubber or lube. He said "Is no problem" and Miguel spit on his hand, wiping it on the head of his penis. He motioned for me to bend over. I bent over and he aimed his spear at my anus. He rubbed around the asshole
a little and then rammed his hips forward. My ass screamed in pain. I pulled away and told him "Mucho dolor de culo!" because I had a lot of pain in my ass. He apologized and wrapped his arm around me close. That made me lower my guard -- a bad mistake! Just when I relaxed again, he brutally stabbed that dick against me a couple of times, finally penetrating me violently. I screamed and tried to get away from the pain. I'm just not cut out for ass fucking, I guess. Either that I or need someone slow and patient. Miguel tried to hold me so I couldn't get away as he tried to assault my sore and bleeding ass. Being a good sized guy, I easily threw him off. Things were awkward after that. I apologized and he told me "Mamame mi verga, joto" (Suck my dick faggot). I was hesitant. It had to smell a little because I had worked washing dishes and, after all, my blood and who knows what else was on that dick. Fortunately, my shirt was soaking wet from work so I was able to use it to wash up the Mexican sausage. By now it had grown to a good six inches and was fairly thick. There were so many emotions. I felt a little scared -- the kid tried to force me to take his cock in my ass against my will. At the same time, it seemed I owed him a good orgasm, at least. I wanted to please him so badly. I engulfed his cock and, predictably, it had a little stank to it. After a lot of saliva, the taste went away and we settled into a good rhythm. Miguel fucked my face violently like a damn rabbit with short, rapid strokes. He frequently gagged me due to the force of the skull fucking I was getting and held my head even when I was gagging. All I could do is hold on for life and suck like hell. The whole time he kept cursing me out. Some of the types of things he would say were "Mamame mi verga, joto! (Suck my dick faggot) Tragaste! (Swallow) Pinche joto, quieres my leche? (Fucking faggot, you want my milk?)" I love verbal abuse anyway so to have a Mexican cuss me out in Spanish was exciting. I quickly forgot about the fact he damn near raped me when I told him no. After all, I am a poor excuse for a faggot if I can't even satisfy a hot young stud who just wants to use my ass for fucking. I let Miguel continue to fuck my mouth with force. I pulled him toward me as I felt his tight young ass. It was so exciting to know that this man from another country was degrading me to the point of smelling and tasting my own ass on his dick. I remember wondering if he was here legally or not. I know a number who are not. That got me even hotter. I could be sucking a Latino bad boy. All I knew was that in that moment, I was nothing but a cum sucking faggot and he owned my mouth. Miguel rode my face faster and faster and I sucked him for all I was worth. The hot Mexican sausage in my mouth got both longer and thicker. He was panting as he did all the work, fucking my face like a pussy. Then he said two words... "I cum." I felt the first shot go right down my throat and then quickly swallowed the next three until his whole body was limp. It was good cum, mild in flavor. He told me "See you tomorrow" and it was over. He left that quickly. I forgot to ask his name. Oh well... The name "Miguel" works. I'll have to find out tomorrow what his name is. I should know these things since he was trying to get me pregnant. Ha ha. It seemed surreal. Being savagely face fucked and cursed out by this hot stud was so exciting! I still had the high from the pain in my ass and him trying to tear my ass open. It was close - if I was a little guy, I would not have been able to resist. My sore ass still remembers what it was like. It hurts but it also helped me toward a couple of good orgasms. My only regret is not having lube and rubbers in the car. It's a mistake that I will not make a second time. It's almost certain there will be a second time! Tomorrow will be a good time to practice with the dildo in case he wants some more ass! For now, that's all I have to write. I will continue to wash dishes a few days a week and continue to see what hot guys fate happens to send my way. The next person to work on is a cook who keeps taking a piss outside right in front of me. He's let me see his cock a couple of times and even tried to pee on me once. As soon as he gives it up, you will know about it! You will hear about them right here, too. What I write is what truly happens, as crazy as some of it sounds.
Thanks for reading. Feel free to write me at Zenith64131@aol.com