Cinco de Mayo
You may have gathered that Rico's family is Mexican. Mine is East European. Well, we don't see each other's families much, and our bodies speak louder than our backgrounds, so there's not much here to talk about, really.
Except for another example of Rico's playful imagination. As you know, May 5 (Cinco de Mayo) is the national holiday of Mexico, and coincidentally, Rico and I were going to see each other on May 5. I had suggested a nice Mexican restaurant to mark the occasion, chicken mole, a nice flan, good coffee, and so on.
Well, give Rico an inch, and he'll take a foot. Or maybe more.
The doorbell rings. I open it to find Rico in tight jeans, a tee shirt clinging to his lightly muscled torso--and an outrageous purple sombrero. It's got mirrors sewn into it. It's got a wide brim. It's got yellow embroiderery, and the embroidery says "Guadalajara". I've never been there.
One look at Rico, and I despair of ever getting that flan. But something tells me that I'll be happier at the end of the evening.
Rico steps inside and we embrace. His firm ass feels great under the tight jeans. I squeeze and knead his butt cheeks as he strokes my back and we kiss. I'm hard already--Flan, schman.
Rico has (surprise!) turned me on. A surge of lust courses through my body. I want Rico, and I want him now. I peel down his jeans. I want to get at his cock. What kind of underwear will he have on? It's usually dark-colored briefs. Maybe this time---nothing? No, I would have felt his hardness through the jeans if he hadn't been wearing something. But what?
The answer soon comes to light. It's shiny. It's purple, and it matches the sombrero. It's a pair of Speedos, skimpy where Rico isn't. My cock gives a surge and a twitch. Rico helps me pull of his jeans, and, removing the sombrero for an instant, his shirt. He's now standing in front of me in that ridiculous sombrero--and these incredibly hot Speedos.
His sweetly curved ass fills them out, so that from behind, they look like some sort of round and shiny Christmas ornament. Actually, they're not that tight. His cock, semi-hard, is tenting it out, and forming a beautiful round package in front of his body. Because the Speedos are not quite skin-tight, Rico's cock is forcing the fabric away from his body, so I can see tantalizing pieces of him just where my eyes are burning a hole in the cloth. And in back, they're kind of hanging onto the firm upper part of his glutes, exposing some cleavage.
Rico thinks of everything. Just when I think I've seen every facet of this wonderful man--here's one more, catching the light, reflecting it back to me, mesmerizing me with lust.
We're clutching at each other now, our bodies rubbing and pressing. He's hard, and I crouch down and work his big cock out one side of the purple bathing suit. I take his cock in my mouth, and find that spot--that wonderful spot, between his glans and his foreskin, that makes him wild.
I've got it. I've bunched his foreskin up against his head, forced my tongue between its folds and his penis, and I'm licking and sucking and slurping. And he's moaning and writhing and making little chirping sounds. Yip! Yip!
The Speedos have come off now, but not the sombrero. I spin Rico around, bend his cock gently back, between his legs, and suck on him upside down like that. He bends over, and I run my fingers up and down his hot ass crack. Rico is moaning now, a continuous low-pitched sound, and every part of his body is moving, sinuously undulating. He moves his ass in that sensual way, so that my fingers come to touch different parts of him. My fingers find his rosebud, and enter. I find his gland, swollen and sensitive, and stroke him.
This sets him off, and Rico cums. I use my tongue and my cheeks to pump him, milk him, get all that good stuff out of him. His taste floods my mouth. Rico is making soft sighing sounds now, and I keep his thick but softening penis in my mouth, slowly bringing him down.
We're not done with each other, of course. I move Rico to the bed, and we lie down, side-to-side, smiling at each other. It's not a time for words--only close feelings. I'm still hard, of course, but I know something will be done about this. I just don't know what.
But Rico does. He slowly pushes me onto my back and mounts me. He's crouching, and his ass, like a foraging animal, seeks out my cock. Shifting back and forth, he locates the head of my cock with his asshole, and eases himself down. My stiff cock responds with a surge, and Rico easily swallows it, his ass devouring me, to turn the usual metaphor around, like a snake swallowing a bird.
Down, down he slides, until my cock is buried deep in his ass. Then he pumps, up and down. The feelings are incredible. His whole body is like a mouth, sucking on my dick. His eyes are glazed over once more, and his cock is getting hard.
Did I tell you how much I love Rico's cock? I grab it and hold it, as best I can, as Rico shifts and bounces on my cock. His ass is hitting my balls now, as he gets into the rhythm of the fuck. I thrust slightly up at every down motion Rico makes, but I have limited mobility. This fuck is his.
I am overcome. I reach up, and pull Rico towards me, giving him a deep warm kiss. This has the effect of changing the angle of penetration, and Rico obviously loves this. He's moaning into my mouth, and his ass continues to bob up and down, in the most amazingly dexterous way, on my cock. I'm hitting his gland, and can feel his hard cock between us, leaking. That silly sombrero has fallen off at some point.
Sex doesn't get much better than this. But then, Rico and sex--well, the combination is explosive.
And I'm ready to explode, way up in Rico's tight hot body. I cum as I'm sucking on Rico's tongue, and can feel him cumming between us at the same time. Wow.
We continue to kiss, and my cock stays in Rico's passage, slowly deflating. At a certain point, it slides out, with a wet sucking sound, and Rico rolls off me. We remain in bed, feeling each other's bodies, looking into each other's eyes, making small talk.
We're both hungry. Remember that restaurant? Rico promises homemade pico de gallo, great chicken mole, and a creamy vanilla flan with rich coffee.
So we drive over. It's in an unlikely neighborhood, full of ordinary retail stores. We park, walk in, and I immediately spot our table. Amid the wedding-dress dolls, the paper cutouts for Dia de los Muertos, the postcards of eagles on cacti--there's one sign of welcome, just for us. Right above our table.
It's purple. It's got yellow stitching and mirrors sewn in. And it says, large as life, "Guadalajara."
See why I love Rico? It's not his pecs or abs, or incredible cock. It's not the deep cocoa of his eyes or the dimple in his ass. It's his beautiful, fun-loving, sexy, adventurous, nimble-as-a-mountain-goat mind.
Fucker. Who wouldn't love him?