"THE REAL ANTONIO"
Justin Balancier Jbalancier9@yahoo.com
Disclaimer
This story deals with gay adult sexual language and physical experiences. It contains conduct based on lust and emotion. Any resemblance to names, places, or persons living or dead, is merely coincidental. The story is not intended to offend. If you objet to erotic gay sex, or it is troubling to you.
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One could pass him on the street and never realize that the most genuine person in the crowd just went by. It is doubtful that you would turn around to look back because nobody would care to do that - no one that is, except Johnny – that's me.
It began when my Uncle Tony's best friend Salvatore was coming to the nursery, where I work, with building plans and plenty of paper work for Tony to look at. The nursery I'm referring to is Cedar Grove Landscaping Inc. and Tony Shambling is the operator and owner of the business.
"It's going to be sharp looking when completed, don't you think Johnny" - said Cliff, who was the accountant and kept tract of the company's sales.
"Yeah great", I answered. "We can surely use that loading dock. It will save lifting and Charlie and Matt agree with that."
"How it started..."
The following morning when I arrived for work, Sal and a couple of helpers were already on the job. I parked my car and stopped to say good morning to Sal. Working with Sal were two Hispanic guys who didn't appear to be very old. They didn't look my way and never spoke. I hung around for a while watching the progress and the two Hispanics, were speaking to each other in Spanish. I didn't know at the time but they were brothers. I headed into the greenhouse where Tony was already working.
"Hey Tone, looks like the men are off to an early start" - I said.
"Yeah, they are doing okay" Tony answered.
My curiosity was getting the best of me so I asked about Sal's two helpers. They were from Mexico and lived with their mother and stepfather only a couple of miles from my house. Sal was friends with their stepfather and gave them a job. The progress on the new addition was moving along smoothly.
When I arrived at work every morning, they were always on the job hammering away. This one particular morning, I parked as usual and stopped to say good morning. There was only one brother, (Antonio) working. His brother, Ramon, had moved on to another job.
"How is it going, I asked?"
"It's good, yes, it's good" - he answered in fractured but decent English.
"My name is Johnny," I work in landscaping, and extended my hand.
"I'm Antonio," he answered and gave me his hand.
This was the first time I was close to him, and taken back by mystic strength that was barely noticeable. He was soft spoken with a warm deep voice. I knew he wasn't gay. I just knew that he was nice.
"How old is your brother", I asked.
"He is twenty-two, and I am twenty six." He answered.
"I'm twenty six too"- I told him.
Antonio flashed a wide smile, "Cool, - We are both twenty six."
After that, Antonio and I became friendly. I worked overtime trying to cultivate his trust. I desperately wanted to touch him. At the right time, maybe I would get there. Nope, it was only a pipe dream.
He told me that he had a young son living in Mexico and another small baby with a woman who currently lived at his house. He called her his wife.
"Where did you get married - I asked - in the US or in Mexico"?
He replied, - "Oh no - no, I'm not married, I just fuck."
"In, that case she is a girlfriend. "You should be married, to call somebody a wife."
"Okay" - he replied.
It was a hot afternoon and Antonio was working on scaffolding. I knew he liked coke cola so I got a can cold from the soda machine along with a bottle of water and brought it to him.
"Here," I said, "I brought you something to drink and keep you cool."
He squatted down from the scaffolding to reach for the drinks and his dick was bulged outlined between his thighs. He stayed in that position for a few minutes. He must have known that I was looking between his legs. How, crazy is that?
He smiled and said `thanks buddy.' He began to call me buddy every time we talked. We called one another buddy most of the time. I really liked Antonio, he was different.
The following morning the phone rang about 7:00 am. It was Antonio, and he sounded nervous.
"Hey buddy - can you help me? This is Antonio."
"Sure Antonio - what's up?"
"My truck won't start and I need a lift to the job, can you pick me up?" - He started to tell me the address.
"I know where you live; I will be right over."
"Thanks, I owe you - I will be outside."
I didn't finish drinking my coffee - I dumped it down the sink and headed for my car.
When I pulled up Antonio was standing by the side of the road. He jumped in the car tapping my knee and said – "thanks bud."
He was wearing a tee shirt and his biceps were bulged (not huge) but hard looking. There was a tattoo on his arm that said "amor y país" I asked what the tattoo said, and he replied, "Love and country," or something like that.
His shorts came to his knee and you could see black hair on his smooth tan legs. He sat with his thighs spread and the bulge in his shorts just rested there. I had seen it often, and gave me something to envy.
I considered talking about sex, but the time wasn't right. Frustrated as hell, I pushed my dick down in my pants and just drove.
Later the same day, the landscape crew and I, planted shrubs all day. I was sweaty and tired. When I got back to the nursery Antonio was waiting.
"Hey Johnny - I wait for you. Can you drop me off please? - I give you $5.00 for gas"
"Sure I was planning on doing that, but no money for gas. You need your money."
"Aye Amigo – you are so good - thank you."
I thought, - "if you only knew..." I still had my shirt off and my chest was glassing with moisture. Antonio took the tee shirt from my hand and began wiping my chest. "See, now I take care of you."
I smiled followed by a quiet, "thanks."
We headed out the parking lot and towards Antonio's house when I stopped the car and said - "Want to go for a beer? I'm hotter than hell and thirsty too" I'm sure he didn't understand what "hotter than hell" meant, but he said, "okay."
Antonio always answered "Okay." I don't remember him saying, "Yes or No."
It was always "Okay" for most everything.
"We can stop at my place" I said, and he answered - "Okay". I knew this was one way to be alone with him.
I grabbed a couple of beers from the fridge. I still had my shirt off. When I turned around to give Antonio his beer, he had taken his shirt off also.
"I'm hot too buddy," He mumbled sitting on the couch, legs spread, and leaning forward.
We sat in front of the TV and Antonio asked if I had any movies.
"Oh sure."
"Johnny, what do you want?" he asked, looking straight ahead.
"I don't want anything."
"Yes, I think you do," he repeated. "I watch your eyes."
"Ah, fuck it," I never hesitated, I said - "Leche - I want some leche."
He hesitated for a moment with a puzzled look, and then said, "Milk!! You want milk?
"Yes, I want milk."
He paused, and mumbled, "Oh, I get it, putting his hand around the bulge between his legs. This is what you want."
The ice was broken, and he understood what I wanted. Antonio was no fool. We had become friends and the idea of using his cock, didn't bother him in the least. He seemed flattered.
"Can you put on a fuck movie?" he asked.
"Sure."
It took only seconds of a porn movie, when his cock swelled and I put my hand on his leg, hoping I wouldn't get slugged. He stood up, faced me, opened his shorts, and pulled out his dick.
"Can you get the milk from this?" he asked touching the back of my head. He put his finger on my lips as if to say "open" then worked his cock into my mouth.
He was very hard and it felt like getting poked with a stick. He moved ever so gently in and out of my lips while talking to me. This told me that Antonio had more experience, than I was giving him credit for.
My heart was fluttering and I was excited as a pig in shit. It could only get better. I sense wildness in this stud.
To continue...
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