The ceramic tile in the kitchen floor was the last thing that needed to be replaced before my kitchen remodel would be complete. I did all the work myself including putting in new appliances, cabinets, and countertops, as well as installing all new recess lighting. All that was left was that damn floor.
I purchased new tile and grout and it was on the patio waiting for me to install it. I was eager to get the job done. I wanted to finish in one weekend, but first the old tile had to be removed.
So, there I was, trying to scrape up that old tile by myself. I am 40 now and even though I am in excellent shape, I realized that if I did it alone it would take me several days to get it all removed.
I decided it would be best to get some help. I remembered that a few blocks away from my house there would always be several Hispanic laborers who would work for the day. I was told they worked extremely hard and did the job in no time flat.
So, I got into my Mustang convertible and headed down toward where the laborers congregate. As I approached the area I could see there was about 10 or 15 men there of various sizes and ages. I pulled up next to them and they all rushed to my car chattering something in their native tongue. Unfortunately, I didn't speak a word of Spanish, which is really a crime here in Southern California and most importantly, because I have always been attracted to Latin men.
I looked at the anxious group around me, and held up one finger, indicating that I only needed one Laborer. In all the commotion, not realizing I was thinking out loud, I said, "I wish someone spoke English".
"Senior, I speak English," a voice said.
There standing by the side of my car was this young man about 25 years old with golden skin, thick black hair and deep dark eyes that pierced right through me. His clean white shirt was opened half way down to his navel and I could see that he had a well-defined body. I looked him up and down. His tight jeans, which were worn out in all the right places, showed a bulge in his crotch and I tried to imagine what was inside those pants. As big as that bulge was I figured he was very well endowed. I was getting a hard-on myself, when I remembered what my purpose here really was, "to get some help removing the tile".
I shook my head into reality and said to the young man, "Great, hop in".
The others started to groan and I heard a few of them say "Fajina" as the young man got into my car. I told him my name was Mike and he said his name was Juan.
I looked over at him as we sped away and asked him how much an hour he charges for his work. He looked over at me, smiled and said in very clear English, "Some things I charge $10.00 an hour and some things I do for free."
He looked at my crotch and then he adjusted his crotch. I was starting to get hard again. I told him that $10.00 an hour would be fine, ignoring, for now, the second part of his answer, because I really wanted the kitchen tile removed that day.
As we got out of my car in the driveway of my house, I couldn't help but stare at his tight ass. "Focus Mike, Focus" I said to myself. "The kitchen floor remember?" With that in mind, we went into the kitchen and started scraping up the old tile.
After a half hour or so, I was sweating and decided to remove my shirt. I was proud of my body. I had a nice coat of hair that I kept trimmed short in order to show my well-defined pecs and six-pack abs. By the way Juan looked at me, I figured he like it, too.
"You can remove your shirt if you like, Juan," I said, "It's too hot here today."
"No, thank you I will keep my shirt on. You are in very good shape, Senior."
I smiled at him and he smiled back. I swear the bulge in Juan's jeans was getting bigger. I know the bulge in my shorts definitely was growing.
Two hours went by and we were about half done. We were both hot and sweaty and thirsty. I looked over at Juan and his shirt was soaking wet with sweat. It became transparent as it clung to his upper torso. I could see every muscle in his chest and stomach. Even his nipples were showing through the material of that shirt. My dick was getting hard again, so I figured we needed a break.
"Let's take a break, Juan," I said, "Do you want a beer?"
"Si, Senior, I am very hot," he replied.
"Hey, stop that Senior shit. Just call me Mike."
"Ok, Mike, gracias."
I went and got us each a beer and we went out by the pool to take a much-deserved rest. We sat on the chairs over looking the pool, our legs were practically touching; his shirt was still wet and clinging to his body. Trying to distract myself I asked him about himself.
"Where did you learn to speak English? You seem to know it quite well. I always regretted not learning Spanish."
"I learned in school. The Catholic Missionaries taught me well. That is not all they taught me either."
"Oh, what else did they teach you." I asked, but I had a feeling I knew the answer.
Juan just held his head down and didn't say anything.
"Hey its ok you don't have to tell me. I understand."
"Father Francisco, arranged for me to come to the United States to study, but I have to work to support myself."
"So you are going to College here?"
"Si, El Camino College. I like it very much."
My emotions now were running very high and my heart was going out to this guy. I know he could see the hard on I had under my tight shorts. We drank our beers. I asked him if he wanted another and he said yes. As I got up, so did he and our sweaty arms touched. I looked deep into those piercing eyes and was nearly overcome with desire, but I knew I had to finish the kitchen so; I took a deep breath, turned and headed for the kitchen for a couple more beers. As I walked away, I told him that if he likes he could take off his shirt and let it dry in the sun.
When I returned, to my surprise, Juan was swimming in the pool. I looked over at the pile of clothes on the side and realized he must be in there naked.
"Come on in and swim with me Mike," Juan shouted out to me. This time I threw caution to the wind.
"The hell with the kitchen", I said outloud, stripped naked and stood there at the edge of the pool, looking at him swim, my eight inch cock was standing straight out with pre-cum dripping in the water.
I dove into the pool and swam toward him. He swam away, trying a playful game of tag with me, but I was too fast for him. I caught him, or should I say he let me catch him, at the shallow end. We stood up and looked into each other's eyes. Our lips came closer to each other's until they touched. We kissed long and hard and let our tongues explore every inch of the inside of our mouths. I felt his rock hard cock rubbing up against mine. I grabbed his ass and pulled it toward me. I moved up and down to stimulate our throbbing hard-ons.
I pulled our lips from each other and smiled at him. He looked into my eyes and said softly, "This is the thing I do for free". We both laughed.
I led him out of the pool. I walked over to the cabinet near the pool and took out a couple towels and we dried each other's bodies. I took him into my arms and kissed him again, letting our tongues dance in our mouths.
"You have a beautiful body, Mike. It is making me very excited."
"I like your body too, Juan. I got hard the minute I saw you. Look, I am not those priests, so you do not have to do anything you don't want to do."
"I never do anything I do not want to do, Mike, not even with Father Francisco. I did it because I wanted to. He was good to me and I think in his own way, he loved me."
I looked into his eyes again. "I could easily fall in love with this guy," I said to myself. I broke from his kisses and said outloud, "Lets go to my bedroom".
He smiled that smile and said, "Si."
I took him by the hand as we walked up the stairs to my bedroom. I stood there next to the bed, looking at this hot naked young man, his face, so golden and handsome, almost beautiful, his well defined hairless chest, his hard nipples, his smooth rippled stomach. The hair around his cock was dark and course and bushy. His huge uncut dick was pointing straight up and hitting his stomach, the head still sheathed in its foreskin.
I kissed him gently on his lips and worked my way down his neck and his chest and started sucking on his nipples. He gasped with excitement and his cock seemed to spasm. I worked my way down his ripped stomach, licking as much as I could and then down to that big cock of his. It had to be at least 9 inches. It looked even bigger since Juan was only about 5 foot 7 inches tall.
Kneeling before him, I pulled back his foreskin and pre cum dripped from it as the head of his cock came through. I ran my tongue around the head and lapped up as much pre-cum as I could. Juan groaned with pleasure. I put my mouth all around his mushroom head and slowly swallowed his cock until my nose was buried in his pubic hair. Juan gasped again as I slowly moved my mouth in and out over his well-hardened dick. I did this for several minutes, and then I pulled him completely out of my mouth and let the saliva drip from his cock to my mouth while I took a breath.
While jacking him off, I told him to lie down on the bed so he can be more comfortable. He lay down on his back.
"You suck me so good, do me more."
I obliged and swallowed his cock once again, but this time with more intensity than before. I pumped his cock in and out of my mouth fast and steady. I heard him moan and groan more and more.
He yelled out, "Fuck I am going to cum, eat my cum Mike, eat my cum."
I felt his body spasm and his hot bittersweet cum blast into my mouth. He shot again and again down my throat. I swallowed as fast as I could but it was too much. Some of the cum dripped down my chin and onto his dark bushy pubic hair. I held his cock in my mouth; I didn't want to release it. Juan was still hard. He pulled away from me and his cock popped out of my mouth. We kissed and his tongue tasted the cum that was still in my mouth.
We lay there holding each other, not wanting to let go. I looked into his dark eyes again and saw a tenderness that melted my heart. I kissed him deep and hard.
As we pulled our lips apart, he grabbed my shoulders, looked at me and said "It is your turn to lay down and I will pleasure you now."
He pushed me back and my head lay on the pillow. His body lay on top of mine and we gently kissed. He then ran his tongue around the outside of my lips. I could feel his hot breath on my face, my cock got stiffer and the smell of the young hot man on top of me excited me to no end. His cock was still hard even after cumming as much as he did a few minutes ago.
He worked his way down my hairy chest to my nipples and started to run his tongue around the tips. I am especially sensitive there and yelled out with pleasure. Juan smiled.
As he left my nipples, he licked the hair on my six-pack, then down to the shaft of my cut cock and completely swallowed all 8 inches. My body shook with pleasure. He worked up and down my shaft, and then ran his tongue over the tip lapping up the pre-cum.
"You have a lot of pre-cum my friend, I bet you can fuck me without any lube," Juan said with a devilish smile as he straddled my torso.
By now the pre-cum was dripping fast and plentiful. I ran the head of my cock around this dark hole, lubing it with my pre-cum. He sat on my cock and it slowly entered his tight rosebud. He winced with pain and pulled out a bit letting more pre-cum lube his ass. Then it slid slowly, all the way in. Damn his tight ass felt good around my cock. I started to pump up and down as he kept in rhythm on my cock. My pre-cum was still lubing his ass. I didn't know how long I could hold off cumming, this felt too good to stop.
We both got into the rhythm of fucking his ass. I could not control it any more. My body spasmed. I started to yell with pleasure.
"Aaaahhhhh I'm going to cum." I could feel the cum starting up through my cock. Then I shot into his hot ass. I shot again and again. It was too much for his ass to hold and I felt it pouring out onto my pubic hair. While I was in so much pleasure I didn't notice that Juan was ready to cum again. My cock was still inside his ass.
"Ohhhhhhhh " he cried as he came hard and fast. The white jism hit my lips but most landed on my chest.
He pulled my dick out of his ass and more cum dripped out. He leaned over and licked his cum from my face and my chest. We kissed, our tongues again exploring the insides of our mouths.
We were both exhausted. He lay there on top of me with his head on my chest. I ran my hands down his smooth back down to that hot ass that I just fucked.
"Mmmmmmm, I like you very much Mike," was all he said.
"I like you too Juan, a lot," I replied.
I looked at the clock next to my bed and realized that most of the day had gone by. I would not get the kitchen floor up that day. Oh well, it was sure worth it.
"Juan, would you like to stay over tonight and we could work on the tile again tomorrow?"
He smiled and said, "Si, I would like that very much."
That was five years ago and Juan never did leave. He is now my partner and living here. Love came to us very quickly.
I took over the responsibility of his education from Father Francisco and Juan graduated from El Camino with honors and is attending UCLA Med School with a 4.0 average. At my age, I figured it would be good to have a doctor in the house as well as a good Laborer.
Oh yes, we finished that kitchen floor. It took nearly a month but we did finish.