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Once again life has thrown a little excitement my way and I wanted to share
it with you. Here is how it all started. For many years I have eaten at the
same Mexican restaurant. During this time, I've learned a lot of Spanish
and made some good friends. Everyone who works at the establishment knows I'm
gay. I've even sucked a few of them. Some like me and respect me for being
real; some hate me for it and go out of their way to ridicule. But like so
often in the past, I have found that being present works. If people know you
suck cock, they will come to you in their own time.
I've found the taboo subject of homosexuality to be treated much the same in
the Hispanic community as in the black community. A lot of guys do it,
like it, and will vehemently deny it. It's perhaps even more taboo in the Latino
community. But as is so often with forbidden fruit, it's just too tempting
for a horny guy. That can lead to a lot of fun but little else. The sex is
good but you can't expect a relationship. Sometimes the guy is so much in
denial, a person's safety is almost at risk. After having had many black tricks
so easily, I wanted to try and bag more Hispanics. If anything, getting a
few seemed an insurmountable task. But by being patient, it's amazing how
often things fall into place.
A few weeks ago, I was dining at the restaurant when one of the managers and
I got to talking. He said they fired a dishwasher for being drunk and
frequently dropping the dishes. He then asked me if I would be interested in
washing dishes part time. Knowing that there are many HOT Latino guys working
there, many of who are gay-friendly, I accepted. My job would be to wash
dishes for a five hour shift, several days a week. Me, the only white fag in a
busy restaurant full of macho, swaggering, gorgeous young Latinos? Hell yeah.
I eagerly agreed. The potential for dick was too great to turn it down.
The first day was difficult. I'm not exactly a spring chicken, but I'm not
totally washed up. The guys laughed at me as I donned the apron. They
thought that the older, chubby guy wouldn't be able to keep up. Then they quit
laughing. When in doubt, working your ass off usually suffices. The dishes
were quickly scrubbed and placed in the dishwasher and I never fell behind for
more than a few minutes. Having mastered multitasking in my other jobs, I
was able to apply these skills to keeping the dishes caught up.
The other workers quickly noticed that I was giving it my best effort
despite my age and being somewhat out of shape. They warmed up immediately. Trying
to speak with them in my broken Spanish and at the same time cleaning the
plates quickly, seemed to impress them. The guys quickly accepted me.
Several said I was a good worker -- better than the younger, lazy guys.
All the while, my mind was planning and scheming how to land a hot verga
(cock) or two. Most of the guys would catch my attention and using their heads,
motion toward a buddy of theirs. I would smile and nod, pushing my tongue
into my cheek as if to say I would love to give them a blowjob. This little
game has continued going on. One day the good brought very large knife back
into the kitchen area. He held it with the flat side toward me and acted like
he was going to slap my ass with it. I stuck my ass out toward him and he
slapped my gringo ass cheeks very hard. I asked him in Spanish to do it
again. This went on several times and I told him to "Chinga me como conejo"
(Fuck me like a rabbit") He laughed but I saw the other guys watching
intently. They seemed intrigued at how easily I could give up some ass.
Soon we started having community meals together including the delicious
Mexican soup, menudo. The guys at the restaurant are very proud of this homemade
soup and were anxious to see how I liked it. When it was obvious to them
that I savored it, they joked and even the most aloof of them started talking to
me as we drank bottles of Corona and Modelo beer. Being much taller and
larger than them, they seemed fascinated with my ability to tip up a
Corona, down the entire bottle, and let out a loud belch. We had fun with
that. Soon we were joking, slapping each other on the back, etc. I was
accepted, perhaps not entirely trusted by all (nor should I be!), but at least
accepted. Everything started coming together.
Last night's incident happened after work. One of the co-workers is a
drunk. I will call him Andres. Andres loves to get drunk between the afternoon
and evening shifts while he's off work. A few nights ago he broke a bunch of
dishes - twice! Last night Andres was tipsy as well and spent much of the
evening talking on his cell phone instead of working. He frequently chided
me for working too fast because there would always be more dishes to wash, so
why not take it easy? I told him that I am lazy too. I am like that rabbit
who runs fast so he can rest for a few minutes when he is done. That caused
Andres to laugh heartily. We joked and worked in the hot, sweaty
environment until well after the restaurant closed. Andres didn't have a ride so he
asked me to drive him to where he lives with his wife and son.
I took Andres to a run-down area of town. It's not a particularly bad
location as long as a person doesn't look for trouble. The son came out to the
car and I rolled the window down. The son, who I will call Miguel (since I
don't even know his real name!) started cussing at us in Spanish. I instantly
recognized him from the restaurant because he would occasionally stop by to
visit his father, Andres. I had the hots for that little Mexican stud.
From what I could catch from the fast-paced conversation, Miguel had stopped
by when we got off work and couldn't find Andres. It was because Andres and
I were still inside drinking. Miguel asked me if I sucked his dad's dick
because Andres and I were in the car together. I said no, Andres is like a
brother to me and a brother doesn't suck a brother's dick. The truth of the
matter is that Andres offered his cock to me one night after work and I turned
it down. I didn't want to face a sweaty, uncut, stinky cock after eight
hours of hard work! It would have been nasty. As much as I like Andres, I would
have sucked him if he was clean. Andres had even show me his cock -- it was
nice a thick, definitely a good one for sucking.
After Andres went in the house, Miguel continued to lean in my car window
and talk to me. He asked if he could fuck me in the ass. That surprised me
and alarmed me at the same time. It seemed all too easy. I looked at his
young face. Miguel is in his late teens or early twenties and is light skinned
for a Mexican. He does not speak much English. The boy is slender and has
thick black hair. He's got beautiful brown eyes and a swaggering, cocky
attitude that is a real turn-on to me. The light mustache and a couple of
pimples on his face make him look so cute! I put my arm outside the car window and
motioned for him to come over closer. Miguel caught on and rubbed his
crotch against my hand. Often, when I am uncertain about whether a trick is going
to go well or if it's a set-up, I will try to cop a feel. If a guy wants
his dick sucked, he will let you feel it. If he doesn't, run the other way.
Miguel liked getting his crotch rubbed and it was already getting hard. It
seemed certain that there would be plenty of hot young cock for me!
As we continued to talk, he insisted on fucking me. I told him no, I only
suck dick. There are no rubbers in the car and no grasa (grease) for fucking
my ass. I told him only a blowjob or nothing. Miguel finally agreed. He
did not want to go in the car with me because Andres would know that Miguel and
I left together and would suspect something was up.
I drove to the edge of the housing area and waited. Miguel followed and
passed me. He led me to a remote area in the country where there is a park.
There were no lights and it was pitch black outside at that time of the
evening. Miguel told me to suck his cock and I happily got down on my knees. His
young dick was uncut and decent sized. He apologized for it being little and
I said no, it is a nice verga for sucking. As I peeled back the foreskin, I
was impressed by his hygiene. The cock tasted clean and smelled a little
like soap. I immediately deep throated Miguel, slamming my face against his
pubic bone. He gasped in appreciation and held my head, fucking my face.
The Mexican chorizo in my mouth started getting harder and harder. He took
it out of my mouth and told me to pull down my pants. I declined. He became
increasing insistent. I thought "What the fuck?" and maybe a dick in my
ass, if done right, might not hurt so badly. I told him I have no rubber or
lube. He said "Is no problem" and Miguel spit on his hand, wiping it on the
head of his penis. He motioned for me to bend over.
I bent over and he aimed his spear at my anus. He rubbed around the asshole
a little and then rammed his hips forward. My ass screamed in pain. I
pulled away and told him "Mucho dolor de culo!" because I had a lot of pain in
my ass. He apologized and wrapped his arm around me close. That made me
lower my guard -- a bad mistake! Just when I relaxed again, he brutally stabbed
that dick against me a couple of times, finally penetrating me violently. I
screamed and tried to get away from the pain. I'm just not cut out for ass
fucking, I guess. Either that I or need someone slow and patient. Miguel
tried to hold me so I couldn't get away as he tried to assault my sore and
bleeding ass. Being a good sized guy, I easily threw him off.
Things were awkward after that. I apologized and he told me "Mamame mi
verga, joto" (Suck my dick faggot). I was hesitant. It had to smell a little
because I had worked washing dishes and, after all, my blood and who knows
what else was on that dick. Fortunately, my shirt was soaking wet from work so
I was able to use it to wash up the Mexican sausage. By now it had grown to
a good six inches and was fairly thick. There were so many emotions. I
felt a little scared -- the kid tried to force me to take his cock in my ass
against my will. At the same time, it seemed I owed him a good orgasm, at least. I wanted to please him so badly.
I engulfed his cock and, predictably, it had a little stank to it. After a
lot of saliva, the taste went away and we settled into a good rhythm. Miguel
fucked my face violently like a damn rabbit with short, rapid strokes. He
frequently gagged me due to the force of the skull fucking I was getting and
held my head even when I was gagging. All I could do is hold on for life and
suck like hell. The whole time he kept cursing me out.
Some of the types of things he would say were "Mamame mi verga, joto! (Suck
my dick faggot) Tragaste! (Swallow) Pinche joto, quieres my leche?
(Fucking faggot, you want my milk?)"
I love verbal abuse anyway so to have a Mexican cuss me out in Spanish was
exciting. I quickly forgot about the fact he damn near raped me when I told
him no. After all, I am a poor excuse for a faggot if I can't even satisfy a
hot young stud who just wants to use my ass for fucking.
I let Miguel continue to fuck my mouth with force. I pulled him toward me
as I felt his tight young ass. It was so exciting to know that this man from
another country was degrading me to the point of smelling and tasting my own
ass on his dick. I remember wondering if he was here legally or not. I
know a number who are not. That got me even hotter. I could be sucking a
Latino bad boy. All I knew was that in that moment, I was nothing but a cum
sucking faggot and he owned my mouth.
Miguel rode my face faster and faster and I sucked him for all I was worth.
The hot Mexican sausage in my mouth got both longer and thicker. He was
panting as he did all the work, fucking my face like a pussy. Then he said two
words... "I cum." I felt the first shot go right down my throat and then
quickly swallowed the next three until his whole body was limp. It was good
cum, mild in flavor. He told me "See you tomorrow" and it was over. He left
that quickly. I forgot to ask his name. Oh well... The name "Miguel"
works. I'll have to find out tomorrow what his name is. I should know
these things since he was trying to get me pregnant. Ha ha.
It seemed surreal. Being savagely face fucked and cursed out by this hot
stud was so exciting! I still had the high from the pain in my ass and him
trying to tear my ass open. It was close - if I was a little guy, I would not
have been able to resist. My sore ass still remembers what it was like. It
hurts but it also helped me toward a couple of good orgasms. My only regret
is not having lube and rubbers in the car. It's a mistake that I will not make
a second time. It's almost certain there will be a second time! Tomorrow
will be a good time to practice with the dildo in case he wants some more
ass!