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The door was slightly ajar and I could see Javier plowing Guillermo's
ass. The shorter man was holding his friend's legs high in the air and
pushing his cock deep into Guillermo's butt.
CUBAN CARNE
By David Liam
(Honcho.Aug.1985.)
The television set was blaring background noise. I was in the shower
trying to beat the heat that's Miami in August. Our office's air
conditioning system had died two days earlier, and the hours I spent
reviewing blue prints for our city's rapidly changing skyline had been
tor-turous.
My apartment was a welcome change; climate control made this sweltering
city seem like a good place to be — at least if you stayed inside. Soon
the sweat and dirt from four hours in my steaming offices were washed
away — the bosses had a heart and let us leave early. I stepped out of
the shower, refreshed and relaxed, wrapped a towel around my waist and
plopped in front of the tube.
One of the blow-dried boys from the local news station was down at the
dock; the Cuban boatlift was in its fourth week. Night after night we
watched these men, women and children pour off large boats, fishing
vessels or homemade dinghies headed for what, they had to hope, was a
better way of life. I almost spilled my drink on the floor when I saw my
friend Jeff with the reporter. They were already talking when I hit the
volume button on my remote control.
". . . planning to do," the reporter said.
"Well Chip, we are well aware that Castro expelled lots of gay men and
women as part of the boat lift," Jeff said. "Unlike many other refugees,
these men and women have no official sponsors in this country."
"Is that why the Gay Action League is here?" asked the man from Channel
17.
"Yes. We want these people to know that we are here to reach out. We
will sponsor them, find them jobs, get them housing and start them off
on the right foot."
"Thank you, Jeff. This is Chip Whitestone, Channel 17 Action News."
No matter how cynical, disgusted or fed up I would get dealing with
corporate and political types on my job, Jeff's sincerity about people
could always turn me soft. I grabbed the telephone, punched in the
number for the Gay Action League, and talked to Jeff.
"Hey buddy, caught your act on television. You still whining about the
poor, oppressed people?" I kidded my friend.
"Well, if it isn't the hot-shot architect," he zinged back. "Ripoff any
unsuspecting people today?"
"No, it was too hot in my office to hang around," I answered.
"Seriously, I was calling to see if I could help out with the Cubans."
"Need some cheap, non-union labor?" he joked.
"Come on. I really mean it."
"Funny you should ask, Mark. I've just been to immigration and there are
some guys they're willing to let go if I have a place for them."
"Wait a minute, buddy. I'm not running a hotel, I'm offering — "
He cut me off. "To throw a couple bucks my way to ease your conscience?
Get off it, Mark."
"Okay, okay. I give. What do I have to do?"
"Just give two guys a place to stay for a couple of days until we can
get them something a little more permanent."
"Only a couple of days?"
"Yeah. No more than a week."
"Bring them over then."
"You're aces, my friend. See you in a couple of hours."
What was I doing? Why was I going to open my house to a couple of
strangers? It was because of Jeff. He was my first lover and he really
knows how to lay on the guilt trip. I always thought he was a nun
masquerading as a gay man.
I got my ass in gear and pulled on some clothes. Where were these guys
going to sleep? I could put one in the guest room and the other could
sleep on the couch. Why the hell was I getting my bowels in an uproar?
They were only going to be here for a few days.
About three hours after our conversation Jeff was on my doorstep. "My
friend," he said as he gave me a warm hug. "Thank you in advance."
He turned to the door and called out, "Come in, guys. Here's your home
for the next few days. Better than immigration, right?"
My two house guests entered and I was immediately drawn to them. One man
was about 5 feet 10 inches tall, with olive skin and a big, bushy
moustache. His companion was shorter, about 5 feet 6 inches,
light-skinned and clean shaven.
Jeff did the introductions. "Mark, this is Guillermo." The taller man
reached out. "And this is Javier." Another handshake. They smiled
politely and seemed to be giving me the once over. Why should they be
trusting? Here they were in a strange country, a stranger's home, and
facing futures that were, at best, uncertain. They might also have been
checking out my looks. I'm sure there aren't too many 6 foot 3 inch
redheads running around in Cuba.
"¡Hola amigos! Mi casa es su casa," I said in my best Spanish 101.
"Ah, gracias — Habla espanol?" Guillermo asked.
"Lo siento. Hablo un poco solamente."
"That's all right," Javier chimed in. "We both speak English. But it was
very nice of you to make us feel welcome."
How about that, I thought, nobody's ever accused me of being a diplomat
before. "Please, make yourselves at home."
I made a simple dinner of spaghetti and meatballs, but my guests raved
as if it were takeout from Maxim's. The four of us spent almost three
hours at the table, and managed to polish off a couple of bottles of
wine with dinner. I learned that both my new friends were jailed because
they were gay; men merely suspected of being homosexuals are frequently
arrested in Cuba, they said. Guillermo and Javier had spent three years
in prison, and a lot of that time was used protecting each other from
the other inmates.
"I was raped four times the first week I was in jail," Javier said
rather coolly. I was shocked by his matter of fact attitude. "Had it not
been for Guillermo, I would have killed myself," Javier said.
Guillermo blushed when his friend mentioned him. "Oh, he just
exaggerates. He helped me as much as I helped him," he said, brushing
off the comment with the wave of a hand.
It was almost midnight when Jeff took his leave. "You'll be just great
with them. Thanks so much," he said as he kissed me goodnight. "If there
are any problems just call. But you seem capable of handling this."
"Sure, but it's your ass if my stereo is gone in the morning," I kidded
him.
I was facing a delicate problem now. I had set up separate sleeping
arrangements for these guys, but maybe it wasn't necessary. After all,
they had spent all that time together and seemed to look at each other
the way lovers do. I decided to be vague and let them make their own
decisions.
"Well guys, I'm going to bed. You can use the guest room or the sofa.
Just make yourselves comfortable."
A quick glance was exchanged. Javier started pulling the cushions off
the sofa and Guillermo headed towards the other room. Just friends, I
guessed.
The wine, the dinner and the warm feeling I had for these two men had
left me totally relaxed. I stripped off my clothes and got into bed.
Sleep came easily.
My fitful rest was disturbed a few hours later; my wine-bloated bladder
demanded relief. I quietly slipped down the hall past the guest room and
into the John. On my way back I decided to check how Javier was doing on
my not so comfortable couch. The sofa had never been used. Moving back
to my bedroom, I paused by the guestroom and heard the two men
whispering.
I didn't want to spy, but my curiosity got the best of me. The door was
slightly ajar and I could see Guillermo's ass being plowed by Javier.
The shorter man was holding his friend's legs high in the air and
pushing his cock into Guillermo's butt. His jabs were rapid, and
Guillermo kept coughing out moans.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh Javier," he hissed.
His former cellmate was really putting it to him. If I can't be in on
the action, there's nothing I like more than a good show; these two
didn't disappoint. Javier pushed into his friend's ass, but he didn't
withdraw. Instead, he began to rotate his hips, making his cock dance
inside his friend's ass. I could see Guillermo rolling his head from
side to side with pleasure. He was jerking on what looked to be an
impressive cock.
Javier never said a word. He stopped his hip movement and held his cock
in Guillermo's ass. The shorter man leaned over and whispered something
in his friend's ear. Shit, maybe they heard me. As fast and as quietly
as I could, I sneaked back to my room, closed the door, and jumped under
the covers. As my heartbeat slowed I heard a noise. The door was
slightly open and one of the men looked in. I pretended to be sound
asleep. A few minutes passed — they seemed like hours — and I heard the
door close again. The fear of discovery had withered the hard on I had
got watching these two Latinos. But as my mind kept flashing back to
what I had just seen, my cock was inflating. I threw the covers off,
turned on my back, slicked up my hand with some lube and started jerking
my dick like crazy.
Images raced through my head: Javier's taut, muscled butt, Guillermo's
jerking motions, two hot bodies freely enjoying man-sex. I moved my
right hand faster and grabbed my balls with the left. My body was on
fire and I shot
in high arcs; it coated my chest and stomach. I
couldn't believe the intensity of the orgasm. Jerking off was not one of
my favorite pastimes, but what I had seen made me incredibly hot. I
wiped the leftover cream on the bedsheet and was asleep in no time.
The alarm clock rang out at 7:30 a.m., rousing me from one of the most
calming sleeps I ever had. I pulled on a robe and planned to start the
coffee before I checked on my guests. Much to my surprise, they were
already awake and busy in the kitchen.
"I see I've got a couple of early birds here," I teased them.
"We're still used to getting up very early," Javier explained. "In
prison they had us awake before the sun came up."
"And since you were nice enough to make us dinner," Guillermo added, "we
thought it would be nice for us to make breakfast. Is that okay?"
"You bet. Tell you what. I'm going to shower and get dressed. Then we
can eat."
"We'll have everything ready in about 30 minutes," Javier said.
These guys were okay; I felt a little guilty about my nocturnal spying
mission. I tossed my robe on the clothes hamper, turned the water on as
hot as I could stand it, and stepped under the soothing flow. I soaped
my body thoroughly, and paused to give my cock, balls and nipples some
extra attention. Better not go too far. I grabbed a towel and ran it
over the unruly red mop on the top of my head. I moved down to my
hairless chest and finished up by drying the red bush that covered my
groin.
Questioning whether the idiots who ran the office building where I work
had gotten the air conditioner fixed, I decided to wear lightweight
clothes. My pin-cord three-piece seemed the best choice. Now fully
dressed, I headed toward the kitchen to see what my new friends had
prepared.
"Okay guys, what's the . . ." was all I could manage. There weren't any
eggs, no toast, no pancakes. No food. I was being offered two heaping
servings of Cuban sausage. Javier and Guillermo were poised on my
kitchen table and neither of them was wearing a stitch of clothing.
Their stiff dicks bobbed against the formica table top and their nipples
were stiff as boards.
"Come and get it. Is that how you say it?" Javier asked.
"That's how we say it," I muttered. "But where do I start."
Both men jumped from the table and approached me. Neither spoke as they
pulled the clothes off my body; they had me completely naked in a few
seconds.
Javier took my hand and led me to the breakfast table. He pushed me
backwards and I landed face up, staring at these two beautiful men.
Guillermo had a construction worker's look; well defined body,
incredibly large arms, and legs that might have been chiseled from
marble. He took his stiff dick in his hand and pumped it several times.
"Mark, we know you saw what we were doing last night. Javier and I had
hoped you would join us." He stroked his dick all the time he was
talking.
"Well, uh, I didn't think it would be right," I stammered.
"As you can see, we're not shy people," Javier added. They were the last
words out of his mouth; my cock was the first thing in his mouth.
Leaning over the table, I could see the muscles in his back ripple. His
mouth had a vise-like grip on my meat, I couldn't believe what was
happening.
Guillermo slowly approached, walked past his friend, and stood with his
cock aimed at my face. My tongue went right for the tip and I licked the
head until it was glistening. Guillermo climbed up on the table,
straddled my chest, and fed me the rest of his meat. Sure beats coffee
and a buttered roll for breakfast!
Javier pulled his mouth off my rod and tongued his way down to my
asshole. He spread my legs apart and dove into the crack. My moans were
stifled by the large piece of meat poking into my mouth. His tongue was
working its way up my ass; I knew what was coming next.
As Javier continued his tongue bath, Guillermo reached for the underside
of my thighs and pulled my legs into the air. Javier grabbed some soft
margarine from the refrigerator and slicked up his cock with the yellow
lubricant. I shuddered as his dickhead pierced me. It wasn't the size of
his thick meat that got me, but the cold spread now coating my insides
was a shock. Fortunately, it wasn't cold for long. His fucking warmed
the margarine and my ass responded.
"Oh Guillermo, this ass is fantastic," Javier called out. "It's so
slick, my cock is just gliding in and out."
Guillermo pulled off my dick for a moment to encourage his raging
friend. "Do it, mi amigo, fuck Mark, show him how much we care."
The dick in my mouth was dripping a steady stream of juice; it seemed to
be getting wider and hotter. I reached up and grabbed Guillermo's balls;
they were already tight in their sac. I wasn't sure how much longer he
could last.
"Oh my balls. Yes, play with my balls," Guillermo screamed.
He abandoned my cock for the time being and let me continue to work his
meat. My head was moving so fast I started to feel my neck stiffen, but
I wasn't about to give up now. With an urge previously unknown, I thrust
up and met each one of his dick's probes into my waiting mouth. His nuts
were quivering and his crotch gave off an incredible heat.
"Now, here it comes. Take it now," Guillermo screamed as he flooded my
mouth with waves of hot. His whole body was shaking and his cock
just kept shooting more and more. The flow became too much and I
started to gag. Seeing my problem he eased up a bit, and allowed some of
the cream to trickle down the sides of my face.
Barely able to recover from the first assault, I now had to prepare for
a second. Javier was fucking me with abandon. Guillermo turned to
encourage his friend.
"Fill his ass, Javier," Guillermo said as he grabbed hold of his
friends' nipples. Twisting the little brown tips put Javier into
overdrive. His bush was pushed all the way up against my hole; he
couldn't get in any deeper. Just like last night, he switched motions
from in and out to a hip-grinding rotation which drove me crazy.
"Oh God, that feels so good. Move your hips, Javier, Oh yeah, that's
great."
"I'm going to come. ¡Dios! Here it comes!" A powerful blast traveled up
my hole and
coated my prostate. Another shot, three, four, five. God, when would he
stop. I could feel the
leaking out of my asshole and coating his crotch.
Guillermo, who had some time to recover, moved over me and put his ass
on a collision course with my dick. Already slick from the sucking,
Guillermo just lined up and filled his ass with my cock. He bounced up
and down on my meat, causing my whole body to tingle.
He looked down at my twisted face and spoke. "Give it to me, Mark. Fill
me up. I want to feel you shoot inside me." His rough hands found my
nipples and squeezed them. That did it. My dick erupted inside the tight
hole and my body convulsed with pleasure.
"Yes. That's the way, Mark," Guillermo said.
The sheer force of the orgasm was coursing through my body and I
continued to pound the table until . . . CRASH!
Guillermo was sprawled out on top of me, and Javier had toppled to the
floor. I guess they meant it when they said tables were for glasses and
not for asses.
We all started to laugh at ourselves.
"Mark, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to . . ." Guillermo started.
"Don't worry about it," I said. "But next time let's have breakfast in
bed!"
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ass. The shorter man was holding his friend's legs high in the air and
pushing his cock deep into Guillermo's butt.
CUBAN CARNE
By David Liam
(Honcho.Aug.1985.)
The television set was blaring background noise. I was in the shower
trying to beat the heat that's Miami in August. Our office's air
conditioning system had died two days earlier, and the hours I spent
reviewing blue prints for our city's rapidly changing skyline had been
tor-turous.
My apartment was a welcome change; climate control made this sweltering
city seem like a good place to be — at least if you stayed inside. Soon
the sweat and dirt from four hours in my steaming offices were washed
away — the bosses had a heart and let us leave early. I stepped out of
the shower, refreshed and relaxed, wrapped a towel around my waist and
plopped in front of the tube.
One of the blow-dried boys from the local news station was down at the
dock; the Cuban boatlift was in its fourth week. Night after night we
watched these men, women and children pour off large boats, fishing
vessels or homemade dinghies headed for what, they had to hope, was a
better way of life. I almost spilled my drink on the floor when I saw my
friend Jeff with the reporter. They were already talking when I hit the
volume button on my remote control.
". . . planning to do," the reporter said.
"Well Chip, we are well aware that Castro expelled lots of gay men and
women as part of the boat lift," Jeff said. "Unlike many other refugees,
these men and women have no official sponsors in this country."
"Is that why the Gay Action League is here?" asked the man from Channel
17.
"Yes. We want these people to know that we are here to reach out. We
will sponsor them, find them jobs, get them housing and start them off
on the right foot."
"Thank you, Jeff. This is Chip Whitestone, Channel 17 Action News."
No matter how cynical, disgusted or fed up I would get dealing with
corporate and political types on my job, Jeff's sincerity about people
could always turn me soft. I grabbed the telephone, punched in the
number for the Gay Action League, and talked to Jeff.
"Hey buddy, caught your act on television. You still whining about the
poor, oppressed people?" I kidded my friend.
"Well, if it isn't the hot-shot architect," he zinged back. "Ripoff any
unsuspecting people today?"
"No, it was too hot in my office to hang around," I answered.
"Seriously, I was calling to see if I could help out with the Cubans."
"Need some cheap, non-union labor?" he joked.
"Come on. I really mean it."
"Funny you should ask, Mark. I've just been to immigration and there are
some guys they're willing to let go if I have a place for them."
"Wait a minute, buddy. I'm not running a hotel, I'm offering — "
He cut me off. "To throw a couple bucks my way to ease your conscience?
Get off it, Mark."
"Okay, okay. I give. What do I have to do?"
"Just give two guys a place to stay for a couple of days until we can
get them something a little more permanent."
"Only a couple of days?"
"Yeah. No more than a week."
"Bring them over then."
"You're aces, my friend. See you in a couple of hours."
What was I doing? Why was I going to open my house to a couple of
strangers? It was because of Jeff. He was my first lover and he really
knows how to lay on the guilt trip. I always thought he was a nun
masquerading as a gay man.
I got my ass in gear and pulled on some clothes. Where were these guys
going to sleep? I could put one in the guest room and the other could
sleep on the couch. Why the hell was I getting my bowels in an uproar?
They were only going to be here for a few days.
About three hours after our conversation Jeff was on my doorstep. "My
friend," he said as he gave me a warm hug. "Thank you in advance."
He turned to the door and called out, "Come in, guys. Here's your home
for the next few days. Better than immigration, right?"
My two house guests entered and I was immediately drawn to them. One man
was about 5 feet 10 inches tall, with olive skin and a big, bushy
moustache. His companion was shorter, about 5 feet 6 inches,
light-skinned and clean shaven.
Jeff did the introductions. "Mark, this is Guillermo." The taller man
reached out. "And this is Javier." Another handshake. They smiled
politely and seemed to be giving me the once over. Why should they be
trusting? Here they were in a strange country, a stranger's home, and
facing futures that were, at best, uncertain. They might also have been
checking out my looks. I'm sure there aren't too many 6 foot 3 inch
redheads running around in Cuba.
"¡Hola amigos! Mi casa es su casa," I said in my best Spanish 101.
"Ah, gracias — Habla espanol?" Guillermo asked.
"Lo siento. Hablo un poco solamente."
"That's all right," Javier chimed in. "We both speak English. But it was
very nice of you to make us feel welcome."
How about that, I thought, nobody's ever accused me of being a diplomat
before. "Please, make yourselves at home."
I made a simple dinner of spaghetti and meatballs, but my guests raved
as if it were takeout from Maxim's. The four of us spent almost three
hours at the table, and managed to polish off a couple of bottles of
wine with dinner. I learned that both my new friends were jailed because
they were gay; men merely suspected of being homosexuals are frequently
arrested in Cuba, they said. Guillermo and Javier had spent three years
in prison, and a lot of that time was used protecting each other from
the other inmates.
"I was raped four times the first week I was in jail," Javier said
rather coolly. I was shocked by his matter of fact attitude. "Had it not
been for Guillermo, I would have killed myself," Javier said.
Guillermo blushed when his friend mentioned him. "Oh, he just
exaggerates. He helped me as much as I helped him," he said, brushing
off the comment with the wave of a hand.
It was almost midnight when Jeff took his leave. "You'll be just great
with them. Thanks so much," he said as he kissed me goodnight. "If there
are any problems just call. But you seem capable of handling this."
"Sure, but it's your ass if my stereo is gone in the morning," I kidded
him.
I was facing a delicate problem now. I had set up separate sleeping
arrangements for these guys, but maybe it wasn't necessary. After all,
they had spent all that time together and seemed to look at each other
the way lovers do. I decided to be vague and let them make their own
decisions.
"Well guys, I'm going to bed. You can use the guest room or the sofa.
Just make yourselves comfortable."
A quick glance was exchanged. Javier started pulling the cushions off
the sofa and Guillermo headed towards the other room. Just friends, I
guessed.
The wine, the dinner and the warm feeling I had for these two men had
left me totally relaxed. I stripped off my clothes and got into bed.
Sleep came easily.
My fitful rest was disturbed a few hours later; my wine-bloated bladder
demanded relief. I quietly slipped down the hall past the guest room and
into the John. On my way back I decided to check how Javier was doing on
my not so comfortable couch. The sofa had never been used. Moving back
to my bedroom, I paused by the guestroom and heard the two men
whispering.
I didn't want to spy, but my curiosity got the best of me. The door was
slightly ajar and I could see Guillermo's ass being plowed by Javier.
The shorter man was holding his friend's legs high in the air and
pushing his cock into Guillermo's butt. His jabs were rapid, and
Guillermo kept coughing out moans.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh Javier," he hissed.
His former cellmate was really putting it to him. If I can't be in on
the action, there's nothing I like more than a good show; these two
didn't disappoint. Javier pushed into his friend's ass, but he didn't
withdraw. Instead, he began to rotate his hips, making his cock dance
inside his friend's ass. I could see Guillermo rolling his head from
side to side with pleasure. He was jerking on what looked to be an
impressive cock.
Javier never said a word. He stopped his hip movement and held his cock
in Guillermo's ass. The shorter man leaned over and whispered something
in his friend's ear. Shit, maybe they heard me. As fast and as quietly
as I could, I sneaked back to my room, closed the door, and jumped under
the covers. As my heartbeat slowed I heard a noise. The door was
slightly open and one of the men looked in. I pretended to be sound
asleep. A few minutes passed — they seemed like hours — and I heard the
door close again. The fear of discovery had withered the hard on I had
got watching these two Latinos. But as my mind kept flashing back to
what I had just seen, my cock was inflating. I threw the covers off,
turned on my back, slicked up my hand with some lube and started jerking
my dick like crazy.
Images raced through my head: Javier's taut, muscled butt, Guillermo's
jerking motions, two hot bodies freely enjoying man-sex. I moved my
right hand faster and grabbed my balls with the left. My body was on
fire and I shot
in high arcs; it coated my chest and stomach. I couldn't believe the intensity of the orgasm. Jerking off was not one of
my favorite pastimes, but what I had seen made me incredibly hot. I
wiped the leftover cream on the bedsheet and was asleep in no time.
The alarm clock rang out at 7:30 a.m., rousing me from one of the most
calming sleeps I ever had. I pulled on a robe and planned to start the
coffee before I checked on my guests. Much to my surprise, they were
already awake and busy in the kitchen.
"I see I've got a couple of early birds here," I teased them.
"We're still used to getting up very early," Javier explained. "In
prison they had us awake before the sun came up."
"And since you were nice enough to make us dinner," Guillermo added, "we
thought it would be nice for us to make breakfast. Is that okay?"
"You bet. Tell you what. I'm going to shower and get dressed. Then we
can eat."
"We'll have everything ready in about 30 minutes," Javier said.
These guys were okay; I felt a little guilty about my nocturnal spying
mission. I tossed my robe on the clothes hamper, turned the water on as
hot as I could stand it, and stepped under the soothing flow. I soaped
my body thoroughly, and paused to give my cock, balls and nipples some
extra attention. Better not go too far. I grabbed a towel and ran it
over the unruly red mop on the top of my head. I moved down to my
hairless chest and finished up by drying the red bush that covered my
groin.
Questioning whether the idiots who ran the office building where I work
had gotten the air conditioner fixed, I decided to wear lightweight
clothes. My pin-cord three-piece seemed the best choice. Now fully
dressed, I headed toward the kitchen to see what my new friends had
prepared.
"Okay guys, what's the . . ." was all I could manage. There weren't any
eggs, no toast, no pancakes. No food. I was being offered two heaping
servings of Cuban sausage. Javier and Guillermo were poised on my
kitchen table and neither of them was wearing a stitch of clothing.
Their stiff dicks bobbed against the formica table top and their nipples
were stiff as boards.
"Come and get it. Is that how you say it?" Javier asked.
"That's how we say it," I muttered. "But where do I start."
Both men jumped from the table and approached me. Neither spoke as they
pulled the clothes off my body; they had me completely naked in a few
seconds.
Javier took my hand and led me to the breakfast table. He pushed me
backwards and I landed face up, staring at these two beautiful men.
Guillermo had a construction worker's look; well defined body,
incredibly large arms, and legs that might have been chiseled from
marble. He took his stiff dick in his hand and pumped it several times.
"Mark, we know you saw what we were doing last night. Javier and I had
hoped you would join us." He stroked his dick all the time he was
talking.
"Well, uh, I didn't think it would be right," I stammered.
"As you can see, we're not shy people," Javier added. They were the last
words out of his mouth; my cock was the first thing in his mouth.
Leaning over the table, I could see the muscles in his back ripple. His
mouth had a vise-like grip on my meat, I couldn't believe what was
happening.
Guillermo slowly approached, walked past his friend, and stood with his
cock aimed at my face. My tongue went right for the tip and I licked the
head until it was glistening. Guillermo climbed up on the table,
straddled my chest, and fed me the rest of his meat. Sure beats coffee
and a buttered roll for breakfast!
Javier pulled his mouth off my rod and tongued his way down to my
asshole. He spread my legs apart and dove into the crack. My moans were
stifled by the large piece of meat poking into my mouth. His tongue was
working its way up my ass; I knew what was coming next.
As Javier continued his tongue bath, Guillermo reached for the underside
of my thighs and pulled my legs into the air. Javier grabbed some soft
margarine from the refrigerator and slicked up his cock with the yellow
lubricant. I shuddered as his dickhead pierced me. It wasn't the size of
his thick meat that got me, but the cold spread now coating my insides
was a shock. Fortunately, it wasn't cold for long. His fucking warmed
the margarine and my ass responded.
"Oh Guillermo, this ass is fantastic," Javier called out. "It's so
slick, my cock is just gliding in and out."
Guillermo pulled off my dick for a moment to encourage his raging
friend. "Do it, mi amigo, fuck Mark, show him how much we care."
The dick in my mouth was dripping a steady stream of juice; it seemed to
be getting wider and hotter. I reached up and grabbed Guillermo's balls;
they were already tight in their sac. I wasn't sure how much longer he
could last.
"Oh my balls. Yes, play with my balls," Guillermo screamed.
He abandoned my cock for the time being and let me continue to work his
meat. My head was moving so fast I started to feel my neck stiffen, but
I wasn't about to give up now. With an urge previously unknown, I thrust
up and met each one of his dick's probes into my waiting mouth. His nuts
were quivering and his crotch gave off an incredible heat.
"Now, here it comes. Take it now," Guillermo screamed as he flooded my
mouth with waves of hot
. His whole body was shaking and his cock just kept shooting more and more
. The flow became too much and I started to gag. Seeing my problem he eased up a bit, and allowed some of
the cream to trickle down the sides of my face.
Barely able to recover from the first assault, I now had to prepare for
a second. Javier was fucking me with abandon. Guillermo turned to
encourage his friend.
"Fill his ass, Javier," Guillermo said as he grabbed hold of his
friends' nipples. Twisting the little brown tips put Javier into
overdrive. His bush was pushed all the way up against my hole; he
couldn't get in any deeper. Just like last night, he switched motions
from in and out to a hip-grinding rotation which drove me crazy.
"Oh God, that feels so good. Move your hips, Javier, Oh yeah, that's
great."
"I'm going to come. ¡Dios! Here it comes!" A powerful blast traveled up
my hole and
coated my prostate. Another shot, three, four, five. God, when would he
stop. I could feel the
leaking out of my asshole and coating his crotch.Guillermo, who had some time to recover, moved over me and put his ass
on a collision course with my dick. Already slick from the sucking,
Guillermo just lined up and filled his ass with my cock. He bounced up
and down on my meat, causing my whole body to tingle.
He looked down at my twisted face and spoke. "Give it to me, Mark. Fill
me up. I want to feel you shoot inside me." His rough hands found my
nipples and squeezed them. That did it. My dick erupted inside the tight
hole and my body convulsed with pleasure.
"Yes. That's the way, Mark," Guillermo said.
The sheer force of the orgasm was coursing through my body and I
continued to pound the table until . . . CRASH!
Guillermo was sprawled out on top of me, and Javier had toppled to the
floor. I guess they meant it when they said tables were for glasses and
not for asses.
We all started to laugh at ourselves.
"Mark, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to . . ." Guillermo started.
"Don't worry about it," I said. "But next time let's have breakfast in
bed!"
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Thanks to original poster in Yahoo! gaymagazinefiction group!
Enjoy!
