Gay Erotic Stories

"Quihubole (whassup)?" he said.

"Quihubole," we answered.

"We have to hurry," Raul said. “We're playing the guys from across the river today." Then, speaking to Tommy, "Did you get sucked yet?"

"Yeah," Tommy answered, "once."

Raul started stripping off his clothes. When he pulled his T-shirt off over his head, revealing his flat stomach with its outtie bellybutton, his washboard stomach and well-defined pecs, I felt a rush of excitement. I was going to get to suck this beautiful Mexican kid's dick!

I never get tired of looking at Raul. Part of that is that he is changing right before my eyes, from a cute kid to a handsome man. It seems like just yesterday he had a boy's body; now, suddenly, he has shoulders, hair under his arms, a little hair on his chest, hairy legs and the thin beginning of a mustache. Boys this age are enthralled by the rapid changes that they see in their own bodies. Raul stood in front of the mirror shirtless and flexed his muscles.

"Check this out, Rusty. I have been loading a lot of bananas on my trike lately. Can you tell? Feel my arm muscles."

I felt and squeezed his muscles while he tightened and relaxed them, still admiring himself in the mirror. The skin of a boy this age is smooth and padded like a kid's, because he still retains some subcutaneous fat. But underneath, when he tenses his muscles, you feel the hardness of a man. He really was getting more muscular.

The phenomes that the boy was expelling were making me giddy with desire. Although he had been working hard for hours, pumping that heavy trike all over town, sweating, he didn't stink. He just smelled like a healthy, natural teenager, full of sex hormones.

Tommy came over and stood beside Raul, in front of the mirror. "Feel my muscles, Rusty. I've been helping Raul with the deliveries."

This is a task that I don't mind at all, feeling cute boys' muscles. I assured them both that they were developing very well and would turn into very strong men.

"But this is the muscle you like best, huh, Rusty?" Raul pulled down his shorts and bikini, and threw them on the bed.

I stared at the brown muscle dangling from the thick patch of black hair between Raul's legs. I had to agree, and I told him so. I don't know what it is about that part of a man's anatomy that excites me so. A nose doesn't do that. Neither does an ear or a thumb.

Raul, like almost all Mexicans, has a natural penis, uncut. But there are many variations in foreskins. Raul's, in the flaccid state, hangs down about half an inch below the tip of his glans. It is held tightly together at the point by the little "rubber band." His foreskin is of medium thickness, which enables you to clearly make out the form and ridge of the glans inside. As we stared at his dick, it started to swell up. Soon we could see the pinkish-maroon tip of the glans start to poke out.

"Which of us has the biggest dick, Rusty?" asked Raul.

I was on the spot. It was obvious that Raul's dick was bigger. A lot bigger.

"Well, Raul, yours is bigger now, but let's see who has the biggest dick in a few years. Maybe Tommy will pass you by."

"My dad has a real big dick," said Tommy.

"My dad's dick is bigger than your dad's," said Raul.

"My dick is straighter than your dick," said Tommy.

"I bet my dick gets hard faster," said Raul.

Both naked boys started playing with their dicks in front of the mirror. I was loving it.

"You do yours different than I do mine," said Raul. "Do it like this. Look, this feels better."

Raul, with an uncut dick, was holding his hand in an "OK" sign, sliding his foreskin back and forth over the glans. Tommy was grabbing the shaft of his penis, sliding the shaft skin back and forth.

Tommy tried doing it like Raul did.

"No, do it like this," said Raul. He took Tommy's hand and placed it on his brown dick, and formed Tommy's fingers to make the "OK" sign. He started moving Tommy's hand back and forth, then let go and let Tommy do it.

"Yeah, you're catching on. Tighten up your fingers a little more. Don't rub the head of my dick with your thumb, just the foreskin."

Raul's dick was getting hard as Tommy played with it.

"Keep doing it," said Raul. “That feels good.”

Tommy's dick was already hard, even though he wasn't touching it.

"Okay, but you have to play with mine too," said Tommy.

"All right. But first you do mine. I'm about ready to cum."

"No,” said Tommy, “first you play with mine a while and then I'll do yours some more." Tommy let go of Raul's dick.

"Okay, I'll play with yours." Raul reached behind Tommy and grabbed his ass cheek! Tommy yelped and jumped, and spun around, facing Raul.

"My dick, dumb-butt! I played with yours, now you play with mine!"

Tommy was pissed. Raul was laughing.

"I did,” said Raul. "Look, this is mine," grabbing his brown, hard dick, "and this is yours." Raul made an attempt to grab Tommy's butt again, but the Gringo kid was too fast for him, and grabbed Raul's butt.

"Two can play that game," said Tommy, laughing.

The two boys started wrestling around, trying to grab each other's butts. They almost knocked over the lamp!

"Calm down! Calm down!" I said. “You are going to break something!”

The chair got slammed against the wall. They were laughing, but it was starting to look like a real fight. I was running around, trying to save the furniture, my camera, Tommy's discman. But I was more worried about the boys than the furniture.

They were pretty evenly matched. Raul was stronger, but Tommy was quicker, and knew more tricky wrestling holds.

But finally, Raul had Tommy face down on the floor, on top of him, and was bending his arm back. Tommy couldn't get loose.

"Ouch! You’re breaking my arm! Let me go!"

"Say 'Papi' first."

"Fuck you!" said Tommy. He tried to get away, and almost did, but Raul kept a hold of his arm, applying more pressure.

"Say 'Papi' and I will let you go."

"Okay, okay! Papi! Let me go!"

"Who is your papi? Tell me."

"You are my papi," said Tommy.

Raul released Tommy's arm and then rolled him over onto his back. Raul got on top of Tommy's chest, straddling him with his knees on the floor and his dick hanging down on Tommy's neck. Tommy laid with his arms outstretched, passive and submissive in his exhaustion. Both boys were breathing hard and had lost their erections. Raul looked up at me, triumphantly, and grinned.

Raul had won, but he wasn't through with Tommy yet.

"Who is your papi?" he repeated.

"You are. You're my papi," Tommy answered, looking up into Raul's eyes.

Raul shifted his torso a bit, dragging his dick up onto Tommy' chin.

"Who is your papi?"

"You are. You're my papi."

Raul's dick was drooling pre-cum from his previous erection. He started dragging it around on Tommy’s face, leaving a trail of shiny lube on the boy's cheeks, on his forehead and across his nose. Raul kept asking him the same question and Tommy kept repeating the same answer. Tommy was looking up into Raul's eyes the whole while.

Tommy squinted his eyes shut as Raul drew his leaking dick across them. Then Raul brought it back onto Tommy's upper lip and parked it there, right under Tommy's nose. Raul's dick was starting to swell up again, the shiny glans sliding out of the foreskin.

I picked up Raul's dirty bikini and sniffed the pouch where Raul's dick had been riding all day, sweating and oozing boy-juice. Wow! Pungent! Ordinarily, that odor would have been way too much for me, but in my excited state, it turned me on tremendously! Apparently, it was having the same effect on Tommy, as his little dick was standing up hard.

Raul started dragging his Mexican dong back and forth along Tommy's upper lip, drooling juice into Tommy's nostrils.

"Who did you say your papi is?"

"You are," said Tommy. "You are my papi."

Raul drug his dick down onto Tommy's lips, and drew it back and forth along them, wetting them with the slime that kept oozing out.

"Tell me again, Tommy."

Raul had the end of his dick resting right on the slit between Tommy's lips, and when Tommy opened them to answer, Raul let his dick slide down into the white kid's mouth.

I have seen many things that have turned me on in my lifetime, but I don't think anything was more erotic and exciting than the sight of that brown Mexican dick sliding into that cute, white kid's mouth, while he gazed with his green eyes up into the brown eyes of his papi.

Raul leaned over, placed his hands on the floor above Tommy's head for support, and started sliding his dick in and out of Tommy's mouth. I could see by Tommy's cheeks that he was sucking on Raul's dick. Raul's dick was approaching full erection now, and I could tell he was loving the feel of Tommy's lips around it by the way he was moving his head from side to side. He does that when I suck him too.

Just then, there was a knock on the door! I went to crack it open a bit to see who it was. Raul pulled his dick out of Tommy's mouth, and sat on my bed while Tommy scurried over to his bed.

It was the muchachos, dressed in their soccer shorts: Marcelino, Beto, and two guys whom I didn't know.

"Are Raul and Tommy here? We have to go play soccer." I let them in the room.

Both Raul and Tommy sat with flushed faces and hard dicks, still breathing hard from their sex action. I sat on the bed beside Tommy.

Marcelino glanced at Raul's dick, half of it wet with saliva, and said, "Ah! Getting blowjobs, eh? Well don't let us interrupt -- go ahead, we can wait."

"Okay," said Raul, “we were just finishing up."

He got up and walked over to us on the bed, his stiff prick swinging from side to side. I thought for a moment that he was going to stick his dick back into Tommy's mouth, but instead he stood right in front of me.

It's amazing how uninhibited these muchachos are. Raul stood there, totally naked, and let me finish what Tommy started, while his friends stared. He was doing the macho thing, giving dick. In a jiffy, I had his cum in my mouth.

The other boys had boners in their shorts by now. Marcelino stepped over to me, pulling down his shorts, and showed me his generous black peter.

"Pull your shorts back up, Marcelino!" said Raul. "We don't have time for that now. We barely have time to get to the game! You guys can get sucked afterwards. Right, Rusty? You like these two new guys, don't you? They're cool. This is Lilo and Checo."

We shook hands. They were very nice-looking, and I was sorry that I couldn't suck them off then and there. Lilo was tall and well proportioned, about 18, with a cute smile. Checo was short, but with wide shoulders and strong arms, about 19.

"Rusty already knows Checo," Beto said.

"I do?" I said.

"Sure, in the market. In the dark."

I looked down. The boy with the hairy legs!

Checo gave me a grin.

To be continued...

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