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Bottomboy For Mexicans, Part14
by Rusty
Then I heard slurping sounds. I looked down and saw Tommy, between Raul’s legs and about to take his orgasm in the mouth.
“No!” said Raul, pulling Tommy off of his penis. “I don’t want to cum yet. Do you hear that? It’s raining! I don’t have to go to work! We can stay home and make love all day!”
Raul pulled Tommy up beside him and kissed the cute white boy on the lips.
“Make love? Does that mean you love me?”
“I sure do – I love you a lot!”
“You mean like you love your other good friends, like Marcelino and Beto.”
“No, I love you a lot more than that! Here, I’ll show you.” Raul hugged Tommy close to him and planted another big kiss on the white boy’s lips. “See? Do you think I’d kiss you like that if I didn’t really love you?”
What a wonderful way to wake up! I just lied there and enjoyed the sight of the beautiful naked boys, one dark and the other light, as they French-kissed and rubbed their smooth bodies together. I felt a little pang of envy – Raul has never kissed me like that. Never kissed me at all for that matter, although I have been sucking his dick for years. Now Tommy has taken over that job as well.
Don’t get me wrong – I am not the jealous type – actually I am happy for them, and grateful to be able to witness their lovemaking. I guess I told you that I am 60 years old -- my libido has calmed down over the years. I certainly am not as horny as these two teen-agers. But I am romantic, and I loved seeing it in them.
“Raul,” said Tommy, “I have an idea. Why don’t you come back to California with me?”
“California? I thought you lived in the United States.”
“Yeah, I live there too. Anyway, my parents are bugging me to come home and get back in school. But I don’t want to leave you. Do you want to go with me?”
“Um, I don’t know. I’d have to leave Elena. I’d miss her too much. Besides, I have to keep working. I’ve got to save up some money and build my house. Then maybe her parents will let me marry her.”
“Raul, my uncle works in construction. He could give you a job and you could make a lot of money.”
“Really? How much?”
“Well, you would start at about five dollars – that’s about fifty pesos.”
“Big deal – I already make one hundred pesos in a day.”
“No, Raul. I mean fifty pesos per hour.”
“You mean fifty pesos for every hour? Wow! That’s a lot of money!”
“Yeah! You could save up for your house in no time! Think about it.”
The boys started kissing again. I went to the bathroom. When I came out, Tommy was showing Raul his photos.
“See? This is our house.”
“Wow, really big! You guys must be rich!”
“Not really. And we could share my bedroom. It has two beds, so my parents will never know we are sleeping in the same one.”
“What about girls in California – are they cute?”
“Oh, yeah. Lots of them.”
“Well, that might be a problem, really. I mean, I have to be faithful to Elena. I’ve been faithful all these years so I don’t want to screw up now.”
“Faithful? Don’t make me laugh! What about me?”
“You don’t count. You’re a guy.”
“Then how about Margarita?”
“I never touched her with my dick.”
“Huh? I seem to remember that we were taking turns fucking her!”
“Yeah, but I had a rubber on. Besides, guys are supposed to screw girls.”
Confronted with the Mexican double standard, Tommy shut up and started showing Raul more pictures.
“Who is this?” said Raul, holding the photo of a cute young girl.
“That’s my girlfriend, Tracey.”
“Wow! I’d love to get in her panties! Have you ever fucked her?”
“Yeah, a few times, but her parents keep her pretty well guarded. We figured out a way, though. Supposedly, I am the big math expert. I go over to her house every Thursday ‘to help her with her homework’. She really knows more about that shit than me. Anyway, we actually have already done the homework in the school library. So we go in her bedroom and lock the door ‘to keep her little brothers and sisters from interrupting us’, and, well, you know. Then afterwards we show her mom the completed math assignment. She never suspects a thing.”
“Hey, pretty smart! And if I go to California, will you let me fuck her?”
Tommy frowned, thinking about that. “Well, I guess. If she’s into it.”
“Yeah, we could take turns, like with Margarita. And, of course, I would use a rubber.”
“Of course – so you would remain faithful to Elena.”
Raul grinned, pulled Tommy toward him, and pressed his sensual Mexican lips against his lovers’. They lied back down on the bed, kissing, with Raul on his back and Tommy over him. Tommy had his hand around Raul’s stiff dick and Raul was caressing Tommy’s butt cheeks.
“How come you always get horny when I touch you here?” asked Raul.
“Maybe you would get horny too if you let me touch you there.”
“Forget it. You are already touching me where I like to be touched. And if I go to California, will you take good care of this little guy for me?”
Tommy, feeling the girth of the stiff Mexican cock, answered, “He doesn’t feel so little to me. Yes, every day – you will never need to jack off again.”
“Okay, but I mean all of him – all of him inside you. Not just half of him.”
“I know what you’re getting at. The answer is no.”
“Why not? Did it hurt that much when we did it?” Raul was sliding his fingers up and down in the crevice between Tommy’s smooth ass cheeks.
“Yeah, it hurt a lot. And besides, …”
“Besides what?”
“It made me feel like a girl.”
“Hey, man, I’m not asking you to be a girl for me all the time--just while we are in bed! Come on, you know you want it. Admit it.” Raul kissed Tommy again and I saw the Mexican’s tongue slide into the white boy’s mouth while his brown fingers played with his smooth ass. Both boys had raging erections.
“No way.”
“But how am I going to be sleeping in the same bed with you and not going all the way? It would be like torture!”
“Forget it.”
“Oh, Tommy! I love you so much! I want to give you all of me, not just half!”
Tommy pulled away from him. “I have to go to the bathroom.”
Raul started looking at the photos again. Tommy motioned for me to follow him into the bathroom. He sat on the toilet and pinched his stiff dick so that he would not urinate up into the air while he shat.
“Rusty, do you think Raul really loves me? Or is he just telling me that so that he can fuck me?”
“Well, Tommy, I’m not sure. I know he likes you a lot or he wouldn’t be running around with you. Love? I don’t know. The line between liking a lot and loving is very hazy. And yeah, that horny little devil is very capable of deceiving you in order to get his dick in you. What about you? How do you feel about him?
“I love him with all of my heart.”
“Well, when a person says ‘I love you’ over and over, it becomes a reality. Let him keep saying that. And another thing – when two people get as intimate physically as you guys are, there is a hell of a lot of bonding that happens. When one person’s flesh enters the body of another, there is a bit of soul that enters as well. That’s why you should never fuck around with somebody unless you really want to stay with him. Are you sure that you want him?”
“I’m sure. I’m going to let him do it.”
“Okay, if you’re going to do it, then do it right.” I reached into the cabinet, pulled out a zippered bag and opened it.
“What is that?”
“It’s an enema kit, Tommy. Let’s get you nice and clean for Raul.”
To be continued…
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