"The Real Antonio"
Part 2
"Are you happy now? Your mouth is good." Antonio mumbled in his deep sexy voice.
"You want leche, so tell me when you want my guey (stud) milk."
"Any time," I replied.
He caught on correctly. He stepped out of his underwear and stood naked, so I could fondle his hairy balls. Good Lord.
I wanted to lick his smooth body, but I didn't want to give up the meat filling my lips; so, I stayed there like a pig milking his shaft trying to get a load dumped into my mouth. I could feel his body tense and he began to push deeper into my throat. I choked a little and gulped occasionally for air but never let go.
"OMG, man, your mouth is so warm – suck out the leche Johnny - go for it buddy. Let's put the milk in your stomach."
Antonio was stroking and sliding his Mexican cock, in and out of my mouth. This was hotter than a sham porn movie. Listening to his Latino accent drove me wildly piggish. Good grief, I don't know where he learned to talk that way, but I wasn't about to stop his talking with dumb ass questions.
"Want to drink now? he asked – "I am ready, stick out your tongue."
He began shooting gobs of generous white cum on to my tongue and it ran to the back of my throat. It just kept coming and I swallowed.
Antonio leaned back on the couch and said to me. "Did you get enough? I did my best for you". He carefully pushed the hair from my forehead back into place.
Antonio continued, "I am finished working with Sal. Do you still want to do sex with a Chicano? It is okay?"
"Fuck man of course, okay." Antonio added a unique meaning to the word "awesome." He was appetizing with no effort. Believe me, I didn't have to pretend hunger.
I drove him home. My cock was hard with him setting beside me in the car. No particular reason, his presence kept me aroused. Good Lord,, I had to get over that.
Sex was nothing new to me, however, Antonio's style, of talking dirty with a Spanish accent, was definitely something new. Believe me, it was good enough for my mind to keep my dick hard.
The construction job at the Garden Center ended. Antonio stopped coming to the nursery. He would text me from time to time. We were having sex whenever possible. It wasn't that often, but I took what I could get.
One day he called asking, "Do you need me today? I can feed you but I fucked my woman last night, and that may not leave enough for you - sorry but she wanted It."
"I thought you forgot about me."
"No buddy, I don't forget anything."
"C'mon over, I would like that," I said to him.
"Okay."
The way he spoke seemed different. Before when he talked, he was gentle with that deep voice, and I became aroused. This time, he spoke forceful. Who cares, he was on his way, and my dick was becoming hard. Some things stay the same.
Antonio was always taking showers and washing his hands. Every time he came to the house he would wash his hands. I liked that about him because his fingers always ended up in my mouth along with every body part I could get my greedy tongue on.
Once, I asked him not shower, and come natural. He laughed and said - "You're a dirty guey boy," but I will do it."
About twenty minutes later, his truck pulled into the driveway. The strut on this Chicano stud, hadn't changed one bit. He rocked.
I had a porn movie ready to go and a couple of beers sitting on the table. Antonio came thru the door and gave me a manly hug. Not a bit of affection, never a kiss, only a hug.
I ran my tongue quickly across his cheek. I'm not sure if he approved of that. However, during sex, he wanted everything licked, but he wasn't into kissing another man. He thought that was queer.
He unzipped his pants and put my hand inside his under wear. His cock was getting hard and slippery. I had to maneuver getting it out.
I pulled his shorts down and shoved my face into his crotch. I breathed in deeply trying to loose myself in the moist flavor between his legs. I licked his heavy balls and ran my tongue over his thighs. His body was a picnic and I was greedy for warm meat.
Antonio kneeled on the floor and rested his upper body on the sofa. His manly ass cheeks facing me like lens on a camera. I crouched to touch him working my hand to his hole, being so masculine, chocolate and different, I intended to keep going. My mouth would be there next.
Antonio groaned with surprise. He discovered something that he really enjoyed. "My God, you are a man eater; keep your face there?" He knew damn well my answer.
He used his hands to pull apart his butt cheeks so I could tongue fuck. Antonio was discovering gay erotica quickly, and he approved, of everything except for a tongue inside his ears. He didn't like that.
Starting from his chest, I worked my way down his hairy legs past his knee and straight to his foot. Then, putting toes in my mouth. I sucked, first one, then another and another. He liked that too, and rose up to watch me do it. My trashy ride over his body must have felt weird. Whenever something got poked, sucked or licked, his eyes would open wide, and he would mumble, "Yeahh," meaning keep going."
Moving back to his chest, I rubbed my lips across his biceps causing him to raise his arm. I buried my face in his armpit and nibbled off a hint of pit seasoning called perspiration. What a great place to tongue lick a stud. Antonio raising the other arm, pushed it towards my face, for me to tongue bathe the other hairy pit.
"You hungry bitch "he mumbled. He took his hand and squeezed open my mouth. He dropped some spit on my tongue. "This is good," he whispered in my ear with his sexy accent. I knew he was testing how far I was willing to go. I didn't know myself, but I took it as it came.
Antonio's cock was oozing sticky like pee drops only thicker and clear. He put a gob of precum on his finger.
"Here is something amigo. - "Want it?"
"Sure, I want it," for an appetizer on "boy's night out."
"Of course you want it, punta, Oyo - take it my "stuff."
Antonio started jerking off working away on a genuine Latino cock. He kept looking at me, and mumbling some words in Spanish, I didn't understand. I'm sure they were nasty meant for a saloon whore. It was fine with me.
They more I moved my tongue the harder his balls worked bringing milk to the head of his cock. He really liked doing this.
He exploded wonderful drops of white sauce trying to catch it in his hand. His fingers became covered with the milky nectar from his balls. He showed it to me like handing out communion. I knew what he expected. I had to eat it.
Quickly his cum filled fingers were in my mouth, and he was wiping them off on my teeth. "It's good huh buddy."
"Oh yeah, it's good."
He put his leg across my chest. His cock and balls were hanging near my face as he lowered his butt on to my mouth. "Give me a lick." He said in poor English. It was nasty (the suggestion, not the body) eating ass, but a pleasure, he had come to enjoy. No woman would go that far, but I would.
His craving for wicked sex, made him feel powerful as a Chicano man, controlling a Gringo queer. I wasn't really a Gringo, but Antonio liked saying that, so if he liked it - I liked it. Agreeing with his talking, guaranteed me his Mexican cock. "A hole is a hole, gaud was I lucky.
******** The summer went by quickly and seeing Antonio became sparse. He returned to working full time. So I saw very little of him. The last time together, he fucked me wildly going away happy.
It was December about a week before Christmas when Antonio contacted me. He was returning to Mexico, the first of the year. He had saved money to start a business, and anxious to return to Mexico and warmer weather. He was coming to see me.
My heart flittered like a school girl. I had no idea what the next hour would bring, but knew it included something naked and dirty. This was no time to be proper. I showered, douched and cleaned myself out. I was hoping, he would throw a fuck into me and I wanted to be perfect. I dressed wearing only a tee shirt and jeans with no underwear. A sexy little fucker, and Antonio would have his hands all over me.
********* A white pickup drove into the driveway and stopped in its usual parking place. Antonio got out rubbing his hands together. He was dressed in jeans, a leather coat and a cap covering his short black hair. He was wearing long pants. All summer he wore only shorts and either a tee shirt or a tank top. Damn, he looked good. His woman was surely a lucky lady. His rock hard body still exquisite even covered with long pants and a winter coat.
Antonio came into the house complaining about the cold. He said he liked the northeast but the weather sucked. I got my usual hug and he held me slightly longer than usual. There wasn't much conversation. There never was.
He ran his hands down the back of my jeans, rubbed my butt trying to put a finger inside me. "C'mon buddy - get 'em off," and tugged at my pants.
In the bedroom we both stripped. His cock was rock hard and it immediately went into my mouth. He tasted earthy and smelled like a wild animal at last.
"Johnny amigo -Today, for you, I didn't shower and I washed nothing. You asked not to wash with perfume soap. Okay - No washing stuff between my legs. "Are you hungry, for this cock? "I have milk for you," he added.
My heart began to race. A day, with no shower didn't make him dirty for sex, but it did make him natural for the way I like a man to taste. His usual soapy clean smell was gone, and I didn't miss it one bit. I kept thinking of the warm load waiting in his balls. With Antonio, I could be a total slut.
I started a tongue bath on his body. He tasted earthy like dry cum between his legs. His balls had a stall smell, like soiled underwear. It could have been piss drops, but none of that bothered me. If you want wild intoxicating sex, this is the way to do it. I wanted the whole shebang to be intoxicating. Antonio expected me to shut up and just eat.
A Mexican, sexy as all get-out, twenty six years old, and erotic looking, described Antonio. He was definitely somebody unique to lick and munch away on his flesh. For sure, he was different, and astounded me the dirty things I liked doing to him. He surely was not the average man on the street.
"Ohhh shit you fuckin cocksucker......fuck, you are so hungry. Do me man," He mumbled over and over. He moaned and wiggled around like a cork entering a bottle. His cock went from side to side in my mouth and he was choking me by pushing so deep into my throat. I groaned and my eyes begun to water but I wouldn't let go of his cock.
"Open wider Johnny – Relax, you can take it, swallow me. He liked saying, drink my milk.
I was gagging, yet I did everything he wanted. It was a challenge, and even if it was uncomfortable I was doing it. No man like Antonio would come my way again, and I couldn't fuck it up. That is what I thought at the time.
I maneuvered over his body and washed his toes with spit. I chewed on little tuffs of black hair, and licked the taste from his feet. Good lord, I was on a roll. I buried my head under his cock and breathed in his fragrance. It was animal attraction slightly soiled, and I savored it sucking on his balls. They were big, taking them one at a time. My hands found their way to his butt, and I lifted him up burying my face in the crack of his ass.
"Oh my God, you're eating my hole – fuck it feels so good - eat me, push deeper. He pleaded. I darted in and out with my tongue until my face ached.
Antonio, who spoke mostly Spanish, understood English. However, when it came to sex, and dirty words spoken with a deep, but soft accent, I had to do it right. Antonio practiced his commands on me.
He pulled me up to his chest, and his finger went inside me wanting to fuck. Fucking was Antonio's favorite thing, and he loved doing it. I loved it too. He fucked like crackerjacks, a prize every time.
"Johnny amigo – I'm fucking you." He dropped a dab of spit in my ass, without comment. Maybe it was a Mexican thing. It didn't matter. As long as it came from Antonio, it didn't seem so terrible.
I knew he was acting out things he could not do with his woman. Besides who cared, He was getting the boy whore he wanted, and I was getting the stud that some gay men dream about.
Antonio slipped a condom on to his cock. He usually fucked me bareback, but I didn't question why he wanted to use a condom. He bent me over the bed doggy style. Antonio entered gently at first then picked up the pace and fucked me so hard I trembled thinking I was Antonio's battering ram.
"Oh shit - you fucking hot-hole faggot. C'mon puta take my cock, take it Johnny, take it" He kept saying as he pumped my body, slamming his wet balls against my ass. I got used to it very quickly and loved being used that way.
He let out a long moan and shot a load into me. He removed the condom, loaded with cum, and showed it to me, bringing it to my mouth. Fingering my lips, he said in Spanish - "abierto - mi hermosa amiga."
I wasn't sure what that meant but I figured that he wanted me to open up, so I did. He slowly pushed his warm cum out of the condom and into my mouth – yuck!
"I promised you La leche. Take it Johnny, I shot the sticky in a condom, so I could watch you swallow my nutt. I want to see gobs of my milk slide down your throat. Drink it like a Mexican whore," he commanded, and pushed the last few drops of soft pasta, into my mouth.
This was unusual for me to eat cum from a condom, but with the right person, it leaves you trembling wanting to do it again.
"Did you like that, Johnny?
"Loved it."
"Are you all right? Sorry you choked."
"I'm fine."
"Was it good?" he asked once more.
"Oh yeah Antonio – it was good all right."
"How about having a shower before you leave? - I asked.
"No" he answered, "I feel good this way, and I will wash when I get home. Then he paused. "No, I want to take a shower now. I want to take it with you."
We climbed into the shower together and let the warm water wash away the afternoon's sins. Antonio soaped us both, and we rubbed our bodies together like children. We did practically everything over again with water running over us. I didn't try kissing, knowing he wouldn't kiss men. As luck would have it, his cock was hard, (no surprise there) and he shoved it into my soapy ass with no effort, moving it around, but didn't cum.
We stepped out of the shower and my cock was hard as nails. I had not gotten off, but that was okay. Today was all for Antonio.
"I've neglected you, haven't I? He said.
"No," of course not."
He sat on the edge of the bathtub drying his legs and I was standing in front of him.
"Come closer," Antonio took my cock in his hand and began stroking me. Then he put it in his mouth.
The towel dropped to the floor. I held his head with one hand and his chin with the other, plunging my cock deep into his throat. He took it never complaining. I never thought he would do that, but it was good.
"You better stop, I'm awful close." I said. "This isn't your thing."
"Nope, don't want too" he mumbled.
What seemed like seconds, I was dumping spurt after spurt of cock cream into Antonio's mouth. He gulped and swallowed before letting go. My cock came out of his mouth wet, and cum free. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
"There – we're even," he whispered quietly, as if it was a secret. "I owe you more than that. Now we are part of each other," he continued. "It is good having you inside me and me inside you."
"Antonio, but you are not gay?"
"No Johnny, I am not gay. You drink my milk, and this is different. I don't have to be gay to suck on your pecker. Was I nasty with you" he asked."
"Nah, I'm the slut, remember. I even like the name calling. It doesn't mean squat."
"Only words, my amigo, and that's good we are friends." We dressed and everything was back to normal.
I took four one hundred-dollar bills that I saved for Antonio, and shoved them into his coat pocket.
"What's this?" He said, "Oh no, I don't take money," handing it back.
"You have to take it." It is a Christmas present." "But I didn't bring you anything."
"Oh Yes, Antonio you did. The money is my idea, it's Christmas."
"Thank you." He put the bills back in his pocket and I could see a glow on his face. He looked happy, as he pulled his collar up around his neck. Extremely sexy was a given. However Antonio was more than sexy. He was a genuine person, and a lucky catch for somebody, it just wasn't me.
"I have to be going, my naughty brother - hasta que nos volvamos. He pecked a little kiss on my cheek, for what I knew was not his style, but it felt nice.
"Thank you" - I whispered in his ear.
Antonio started out the door, then turning around. He came back inside, closing the door behind him.
"Fuck" he mumbled, "I can do better than that."
He put his arms around my back and kissed me. His tongue darted into my mouth and we stood there like genuine lovers. The feeling was real, and he was not pretending. He was kissing me and meaning it. I felt like exploding inside, but stayed cool.
This Latino stud really knew how to kiss. His arms wrapped around me pulling me tightly into his body devouring me. Then everything stopped. He let go, and opened the door again to leave, for the second time.
"Merry Christmas Johnny."
"Merry Christmas Antonio."
Somewhere in that moment was a spark of realism. I watch as Antonio drove thru the snow. He gradually disappeared down the road, and out of my life. The party was over.
The story continues...