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What I Like About Texas -
Chapter 1: "A Lazy Sunday Afternoon"
A lazy sunny Sunday afternoon in early September and I am sitting here staring out of the wide floor to ceiling windows that made up the outter wall of my 17th floor apartment. I've only been in this damned town 3 days and I am bored out of my fucking mind...FUCK. Being bored and not having anything to do, or anyone to go do it with - in a word SUCKS! What to do, what to do, what to do...
Well, here is a little about me. My name is Cristian, 26 yo, 5'5" tall (yeah I am short, but whatever), 150 lbs, a smooth muscular body - a result of playing lacrosse and soccer from junior high through college combined with weightlifting since I was 13 yo, black hair - usually in a slightly messy, "bed-head" style, hazel eyes, and a tan complexion - one of the benefits of my Hispanic background (my grandparents came to the US from Cuba in 1959 right after the Cuban Revolution). As far as my "look" goes - I tend to range between your basic "preppy" look and the "all-American frat boy" look - I also have a pretty high sex drive and a good sex life.
I was born and raised in Miami Beach, Florida. Luckily for me, my grandparents did really well with a business they started after coming to Miami, so my family was able to send me to really good private schools. I applied myself in the classroom and on the playing field - soon earning a reputation for excellence in both areas. I was admitted to an Ivy League school, joined a fraternity, partied a lot, and believe it or not - made good grades - straight A's - 3.85 on a 4.00 scale, graduating with a degree in Finance. Using my dad's contacts and networking with my fraternity brothers parents (thank you Jimbo's dad), I secured a position as a financial analyst for a bank - yeah boring, but hell it paid the bills. I busted my ass, working 65-80 hr weeks - tackled projects, asked for additional responsibilities, got to know anyone I thought could help to advance my career. It all paid off - after 16 months I was offered a promotion into the private wealth management group - helping high networth indivuals (think $10 million and up) manage and grow their assets. HELL YEAH, I thought - it was a sweet opportunity, my own office and assistant, a chance to meet people that could help move me along in my career, and as icing on the cake, a yearly salary of $115k plus commissions and bonuses, a very sweet deal for me.
There was just one catch - I would have to move to San Antonio, TX. - I wasn't exactly thrilled at that thought.
My face betrayed my thoughts because my manager spoke up after an awkward silence, "Cristian, do you trust me?" she asked. "Yeah Sharon of course I do, why do you ask?". "Have I ever given you bad career advice?", she continued. Hell, since I came on board at the bank Sharon G. had been like a "Madrina" a "godmother" to me - advising me on everything from, what clothes to wear, who to get noticed by, what to do and not do - in short she had helped me move up - fast, "You've always given me fantastic advice, both professional and personal - I can't deny that". She looked at me thoughtfully, "OK, good, so I want you to listen to what I am about to say very carefully," I nodded in response, "I know you're not too happy about relocating, San Antonio will be very boring after living here in Miami for so long - but get the fuck over it, kid," she said in a firm, aggressive tone. "This is a major opportunity for you Cristian, a chance to show executive management (she emphasized the word "executive") what you're made of and if you've got what it takes to advance in your career with the firm - you understand me don't you?" the hard business-like tone of her voice leaving no doubts what she meant. "Yes I do," I managed to get out before she continued,"Good, take the promotion and run with it, you handle this right, and, you will come back here as VP - don't fuck it up." I just stood for a moment - not really used to her speaking to me like that, "Cristian, I know you can do this, you are going to do fine and make me proud as always," she continued, her voice much softer than before. "So can I tell the boys upstairs that you're going to take the promotion then?" waiting for my reply, "When does my flight leave", was my only response.
Three weeks later, September 3rd to be exact, I'm on a Delta flight from Miami to San Antonio, TX.. I was lucky, I didn't have to hunt for a place to live, the relocation team found me a condo located downtown, had my furniture and belongings packed, moved and unpacked at my new place, gotten me a gym membership, I just had to get on the plane and go. .During the flight I logged into my Grindr account and changed my profile to reflect my new city, once that was done, I googled what sort of gay nightlife San Antonio had to offer - not much from what I could see. I saw a few gay bars and nightclubs, and then my eyes locked on the words - "Cruising spots in San Antonio" - this got my immediate attention. I said earlier that I have a really high sex drive and a good sex life right? Let me explain - When I say I like sex, I mean I like sex as in I "like" to breathe. I clicked on the link ,the browser loaded the website link , thank god for wifi, I read through the site after it loaded. There was a listing of cruising spots in town, where they were located, popular times, and as an added bonus, the types of guys that tended to go there. I skimmed over most of the entries until I came across one saying that skaters, Latino boys, and straight guys tended to go there looking for some quick release...damn. Well I had the entire next week before I had to report for work - might as well spend that time seeing what San Antonio had to offer.
Let me explain, I have a specific "type" when it comes to dating guys - White or Hispanic, 18-28, jocks or frat boy types, smooth, toned/worked out bodies, college educated, friendly, easy-going personality - basically reflections of myself - pretty shallow I know- but it is what it is. I always play the jock or fratboy with these guys, always showing my best to them, flashing my perfectly white, bright,and perfectly straight teeth (thank you Mom and Dad), acting just shy and innocent, just passive enough to attract their attention, to bring out the "big brother" in them - 8 times out of 10 it worked, the other 2 times when it didn't work - it's like the Jay Z says in his song, "On to the next one".
Now notice I said, "when it comes to "dating" guys", I also enjoy hot, sleazy, anonymous sex at bathhouses, adult bookstores, park restrooms, rest areas, you know purely phyiscal, lust driven, down and dirty sex, when it comes to finding guys to indulge this side of my sexual nature - well I am more open to what I find attractive. I have a definite thing for White and Latino badboys, skaters, thugs, hustler types, and if I can find them, straight boys. I am willing to do whatever it takes, get as slutty/sleazy as I need to get, in order to get who/what I want in order to satisfy my needs.When it comes to these type of guys - there is no question about dating, or seeing them again - just meeting up, doing the deed, and going our separate ways. Not something you might expect from someone like me - but there it is.
After landing and deboarding I walked out of the terminal into the heat that is early September here in San Antonio - the words,"fuck this shit" ran through my mind as waited to catch the airport shuttle to the rental car place to get a car to drive to my new apartment. About 40 minutes later I pulled into the parking garage and took the elevator up to the 17th floor. I let myself into my new place and wow - I have to admit, I am impressed - floor to ceiling windows across the living room and dining room areas, black marble and stainless steel kitchen, white marble floor times in the hallways with thick grey carpet in the 2 bedrooms. The bathrooms were top notch as well, full bathtubs and separate showers with multiple shower heads, double vanity sinks in both batrooms. After I finished exploring my new place I went to my bedroom and crashed out for a short nap.
I woke up around 8:00 pm and figured I may as well go out and explore some of the gay bars and clubs. I got up, showered and shaved, did some quick facial care to brighten up and make my face really "pop". I picked out some black Armani jeans that really showed off the shape of my legs and ass. I had built a really nice ass and legs from playing soccer and baseball in junior high and high school, and from working out regularly from that time til the present. I also picked out a sheer black sweater, sheer enough that you could see through it, but solid enough that I wouldn't look to easy or eager. I went to the living room, poured some Absolut over ice and took a sip to relax myself - not nervous about my looks, I know I looked good, I just hate going into new and unknown situations. After a few sips of vodka, I was still a bit nervous, so I took a small black bag out of my carry on and took out some bud. packed the bowl of the glass pipe, lit up and inhaled. Pungent, acrid smoke filled my lungs, whoa there - I exhaled, thick clouds forming as the smoke left my mouth. I took another hit about a minute later and leaned back into the soft black leather of the chair as I felt myself relax as a pleasant high began to kick in. Damn Diego, you always had good dro - the best, I laughed to myself as I thought of Diego, the short cute well built 17 year old Latino who was my dealer back in Miami.
I'd been buying weed every week from Diego for about 3 years and had been buying his dick 1 or 2 times a week for the last two years. My mind drifts as my high really kicks in, images of his thick brown 7 inch uncut cock floating into mind, my face buried in his basketball shorts, rubbing my face and nose in the crotch, the muskiness of his teen junk filling my nose as a sexual rush goes through my body making me shiver as it does. I feel him harden in response to my attention. "Fuck yeah", I hear him say in a low husky whisper, "do it", knowing what he and I both wanted. I pulled down the waist band of his basketball shorts, he lifting his tight firm ass up off the chair allowing me to take down his shorts. I look, taking in the sight of his thick thighs, the flat stomach with its 6 pack abs, smooth round pecs, the smooth muscles of his arms flexed as he folds his arms behind his head. I reach up, lean in closer to him and feel his arms, then onto his chest, feeling the heat of his body, he groans softly, enjoying the attention and the feeling of my hands on him..I smell his scent - his sweaty pits mixed with deoderant, Axe bodywash, hair wax - I pull back and admire what I see, tight, toned, smooth body, beautiful fucking face, perfectly smooth, black spiked hair, just the front poking out from under the backwards baseball cap, my eyes wander down towards his abs, he flexes his 6 pack, we both giggle as he does this, I notice the dark brown hairs that begin just below his navel, an "innie", that signify the start of a really nice treasure trail that thickens as it makes it way down towards the waist band of the tight black 2xist boxer briefs I bought him 2 weeks earlier (yeah I bought him underwear, other clothes, and shoes that he liked/wanted - hey I had to keep my boy happy didn't I?). I paused for a moment lean back and take in the beautiful Latin teenage sprawled in the chair before me. I allowed my eyes to travel downwards from his chest, then his abs, finally coming to rest on the his crotch, the thick heavy shaft leaning to the left - clearly outlined through the black fabric of his boxer briefs - I let out a soft sigh - so fucking sexy I think to myself. Diego, just smiles at me, as he extends an arm towards me, his hand coming to rest on my shoulder. He gently massages my shoulder before running the tips of his fingers along my trapezius muscle upwards towards the sde of my neck and then slowly downwards to where he started. I release a low moan as he does this, we look at one another - eyes meeting, yeah he definitely knows what he is doing, how to turn me on, to get me going. I smile back at him, realizing what he is doing, he is doing what he can, within his limits, to pleasure me - Diego is straight and I know the only reasons he allows me to service him is the $50 he gets and the fact that I give better head than any chick he has met up with. Yeah Diego is a hottie, so I know he has no problem getting sex when he wants it. He slowly moves his hand towards the back of my neck, gently stroking and massaging as he does so. I feel the warmth of his hand on the back of my neck, a light but firm pleasure applied as he pulls me towards him, I tilt my head downwards, knowing he likes it when I am passive, submitting to him. He pulls my head close to his face, close enough that I can feel his warm breath along the side of my cheek and neck - he smells like peppermint. He holds me there for a minute - allowing me to dip my head down further and lightly rest it against his pec all the while gently rubbing the back of my neck. Soon I feel him increase the pressure of his hand on the back of my neck as he gently, but firmly begins to push my head downwards, not to fast though, he pushes me slow enough that I am able to smell him, lick him on his nips before I continue downwards towards my destination between his legs, a place where he wants me to be, and where I want to be - for him. My face finally comes to rest in the warmth of his crotch - my lips firm against his fabric covered junk. As I inhale, I smell his muskiness, the testosterone and sweat giving me a rush that makes me want to be totally his. I do this for a little bit, his hand on the back of my head, gently rubbing, stroking, playing with my hair, twisting the strands around his finger as he does so. He slowly grinds himself into my face as I indulge myself in his masculinity. He moans as I do this, occasionally letting out words in Spanish and English, "Fuck yes baby" and "Si eso es bebe" (Yeah baby that's it) to let me know he likes what I am doing, encouraging me. His hand finds its way to the waistband of his boxer briefs and pushes down, exposing the top of his thick brown pubes - his way of letting me know that he is ready for this to move to the next level. I help him down with his underwear, which he kicks off once they reach his ankles. I lean my face downwards towards his fully erect dick, his thick shaft, one vein running down the side from just under the tips to his nuts. He asks in a low voice, "You like that baby, is that what you want ?" I just lean my head down a bit more as I say quietly, "Si, papi - eso es lo que quiero" - "yes daddy, that's what I want", he gently plays with my hair before softly running his fingers down my jawline as he says, "Go for it, it's all yours baby, make me feel good". I lean downwards and forwards as I part my lips, my tongue beginning to edge forward to lick along his shaft - eager to get it wet with the saliva that is rapidly filling my mouth before I get down to giving him a slow wet and sloppy blow jobthe way he likes it...
It is right then I hear my cellphone ding - alerting me to a new text message, and bringing me back to the here and now. As I open my iPhone to look at the text, I see the time displayed on the screen 10:00 pm - fuck, it's time to go. I check the message - it is from Logan, one of my fraternity brothers (a former boyfriend, now a current fuckbuddy), "Hope your having fun in San Antonio. Say hi to all the cute cowboys and Mexican boys for me...LOL" I laugh as I reply, "With any luck bro, I will be doing a lot more than just saying "Hi" to them...LOL. I miss you - Love you bro" - send. The crotch of my jeans is painfully tight as the fabric stretches tight across the thick 8 inch erection trapped beneath. I grab my crotch....well no time for that now..later, I can wait, knowing that I was going out and confident I would meet a cute guy to share my bed with tonight. With that, I took a final look at myself in the mirror, grabbed my keys and wallet and headed out the door to see what the night had to offer me.