Alejandro
I promised myself I wouldn’t be so stupid this time, I almost lost my apartment because once again I let my loins and my lust rule my world, but now I had a second chance. I suppose I should introduce myself, I am Alejandro José Gustavo Ramón. Most address me as “Alejo.” I am 20 years of age, eldest son of Sergio and Luz. My parents were first-generation immigrants from Mexico and grew quite prosperous from the product of their hard work and smart investing. My Dad became a big player in the Phoenix Commercial Real estate world and wanted me to follow in his giant footsteps.
As their eldest son, my parents expected me to set the example for my twelve siblings with the highest grades at school, a stalwart work ethic, impeccable behavior, and virtuous attendance at church. My parents planned my life from the beginning. I would grow up, graduate college, marry a young Catholic girl before my 25th birthday, and start a large family just in time to take over the business from mi Papa. I worked with him for a while so he could teach me everything he knew. It was a lot of pressure to put on a child and I did not bear it well. I found the business tedious and boring. I nodded when Papa looked but my attention often drifted elsewhere. Alas, the one thing my parents did not plan for my life was my being gay.
I loved my parents and resolved to honor their wishes, but what they wanted for me and what I wanted for myself were not the same. Still, I attempted to appease everyone.
I hatched a desperate scheme in my early teens. I would marry and carry forward the family name and honor as my parents demanded. I would then slake my lusts as uno marico, a gay man, in secret. To this end I vowed to never feel “inappropriately” for other men. They existed only to sate my physical needs.
As anyone knows teenagers obsess over sex and my needs were particularly intense. They were also annoying because I was well known among the other boys for my “exceptional” endowment. Had I been openly gay my huge cock would have been my sign to all that I was “open for business” to other gay and bisexual boys. Since I professed to be straight, I rebuffed those advances. My frustration mounted as my need for sex intensified until I took foolish risks. I used hookup apps like Grindr to find strangers to suck and fuck. I researched online and found places in the area where men went to have sex.
At first I was careful. I drove to places far from my home and school to make sure that I would never be recognized. I grew bolder with every success until I used hookup apps from the comfort of my bedroom. I felt so secure in my secret that by the time of my high school graduation I had been to and memorized every gay “cruising” site in Phoenix. Looking back, I believe that I wanted to be found out. I lived a teenager’s wildest sexual fantasies and yet I felt alone in the world, lonely, jaded, and cynical, resentful of schoolmates who could date and show affection openly. As I alluded, my daring led to my downfall one evening.
I arranged for a nighttime hookup near a local park. I had used this place before and felt safe knowing that few used it after dark. My “hookup” was a hot little guapo: slim, blond, and eager to take my big dick any way I fed it to him. He was so good in fact that I never noticed the cops watching us through the window of my G-wagon until one rapped on the glass with his flashlight. They arrested us and took us to the station, charged with “Indecent Exposure.”
My father bailed me out, made the charges “go away,” and threatened my partner in crime, whom I did not know by name, into silence. Papa took away my car and when we arrived home he demanded my credit cards. He then gave me until the next morning to pack my things and say goodbye to my brothers and sisters. After that, I was to leave and never return. “You are no longer my son,” he declared. I stumbled through the next few days in a state of shock.
I stayed with friends over the next few months until they left for college or embarked on lavish summer vacations. I never bothered with scholarships since my parents were footing the bill for my education. I cursed my laziness and lack of foresight as I had no home, no usable trade skills, and now, no future.
I soon ended up on the street with the people I once laughed at and tormented cruelly. They remembered my cruelty too. They robbed me while I slept, banned me from huddling with them for warmth and safety, and refused to share any food they scrounged. I became an outcast among outcasts with only a suitcase and a pitiful few belongings to my name. One day I wandered into a place looking for work and the proprietor, Jordy, hired me to bus tables. He also referred me to a friend, Seth, whose Village of caring family and friends stepped in to assist me.
They helped me find a job, and a place to live. I stayed with a gay couple (Scotty and Brad) and their two kids. They made me feel like part of their family, and I really needed that at that point in my life. I didn’t take their kindness or the opportunities they gave me for granted. I worked hard until I stood on my feet once again. I had nothing of my former wealth but everything I did have was MINE, including the hand-me-down silver Subaru that had made the rounds among all the Nicholls and Westin boys… Like I said, I was one of the family. Once I was on my feet I rented my own apartment, and I put myself through school. It seemed as if I still had much to learn though, because my foolishness threatened to land me back on the streets.
I shared an apartment with school friends, Dillon and Daniel, or D&D (I understand it was a game but I never played). They were high school sweethearts and engaged to be married. They were my first real friends after I was out on my own. They were avid outdoorsmen and I followed their every lead. We worked out together. We biked and hiked and climbed everywhere we could reach. We were pillars of our queer alliance group at university, inseparable– or so I thought.
Daniel and I enjoyed a drunken hookup at Halloween that turned into a game of chicken with fate. Fate won on Christmas Eve night when Dillon came home from work to find me under the mistletoe, balls deep in his fiancé. I had the temerity to invite him to join us. I was such a fool.
The lovers called off their engagement and Dillon moved out immediately. Daniel later changed schools and moved to California “for a fresh start.” I not only lost my dearest friends but every one of our mutual acquaintances (rightly) blamed me for their breakup. I became persona non grata in our social circle. No more Pride Alliance, no more hiking trips, no more rock climbing, no more riding bike trails. Worse still, I needed a new roommate or else I would lose my apartment. My bad reputation meant that I could no longer call on my gay friends for help finding a compatible roommate.
Brad and Scotty did not know the details about my sudden need for a roommate but I could never lie to them. They did not condemn my actions any more than I already had. They asked what I learned and then jumped to help. They threw a party to welcome a new Villager by the name of Asher who was relocating to the area.
I heard curious things about Asher. Apparently, it was possible for one to be born a sex other than male or female. I heard about intersex people during conversations at Pride Alliance meetings but this was my first time meeting one. Scotty informed everyone that Asher used “he/they” pronouns. This was familiar to me from meeting a few non-binary students at school.
I found it difficult to keep track of pronouns but no more difficult than they might have felt living in a two-sex environment. I strove to be polite and accommodating.
Asher was a pretty little thing, a full foot shorter than my 6’2”, ravishing pale with big blue eyes and stylishly messy, deep auburn hair. He was perfectly proportioned for his -er- their height. I never would have guessed he was anything more than a lovely, effeminate boy (Androgino to my friends speaking Español). I felt stirrings of desire immediately but everyone gave me warning looks when Asher was not paying attention. I earned those looks and silently vowed to regain their trust.
Asher’s hunt for an apartment was not going well so I offered to let him -er- them stay with me for a month in return for half of the rent. He readily agreed. My problem, at least for the moment, was solved. Mauricio(1) pulled me into the kitchen later for a “come to Jesus” talk about hurting that boy. Asher was innocent, naive, and very jittery after surviving a hellish life. He was a Villager for a reason.
“I have no intention of hurting him– them.” I swore.
Mauricio knew me well, perhaps best of all. He looked me in the eye and said, “That is what I'm afraid of.”
Asher arrived two weeks later with their best friend, Trevor. As I mentioned earlier, I had a second chance and I wasn’t going to mess it up… at least, that was my intention– but everyone knows about intentions and roads to hell.
Here we were, a month after that fateful first meeting. Asher and Trevor were naked with me in my bed. Trevor had just deflowered Asher with the little virgen’s full throated blessing and here I sat with a front row seat by engraved invitation. THEY INVITED ME TO HIS CHERRY POPPING! I could scarcely wrap my mind around it. Now both of them looked at me with blushing eagerness. Our night was not over. Oh, no, it had only just begun.
Mi mentores would not care that these little delinquents dragged me into their– well, my bed. They would only care that I seduced them, which I did– and quite successfully, I might add.
My only chance now was to make their experience one they would cherish forever. There could be no messy, painful breakup if their hearts knew only joy. Right? I could do this. In fact, it was something of my specialty.
I procured and snapped a cock ring in place. I then made a production of slipping on a condom. Both watched, visibly trembling with anticipation. This pleased me greatly. I stroked my cock to the thickest and hardest it had been in recent memory. If you were there watching what I had just watched, you would understand why.
I drew both gently by the backs of their hair until we met in a smoldering kiss. I broke away to catch my breath. “You two have been driving me loco.” I kissed Trevor. “This one wiggled his ass at me and then left for two weeks and this one,” I kissed Ash, enjoying how he yielded so sweetly. “This one strutted around the house naked, looking hot and sexy, then sat with my head in their lap in the sauna, licking my cum off their hand.”
I gave Ash a peck on the lips. “I ached to fuck you then, did you know that? I wanted so badly to take you long and hard right there in front of all those guys. You would have liked that, no?” Ash uttered a fluttery little moan, as if scared to admit how much that idea turned them on.
“I waited –we waited– until Trevor could be your first. Now he is, and it’s my turn. I ask one last time. What would you like me to do?”
Ash and Trevor looked into each other’s eyes for a long moment. They whispered in each other’s ears, their gazes flicked to me then down, as if drawn magnetically to my cock. I brushed it slowly with the tip of my finger. They followed it with visible desire. Trevor drew back with a nod and Ash mustered the courage to speak.
“What do you want, Alejo?” He looked contrite. This was not at all what I expected.
“What do I want?” I shook my head, confused.
“I asked you to be here with us tonight but I never asked if you wanted to be here. I’m really sorry, Alejo. We’ve -I- have been plumb awful, teasing you like that. I’m so sorry. We want you to stay but we don’t have to do anything. We don’t want to pressure you.”
“I know how it feels to be treated like a piece of meat.” Trevor tugged on his foreskin and I understood. My heart warmed at their gesture.
“You are both so sweet for worrying about me.” I tipped each of them by the chin and enjoyed a few tender kisses. I then sat back on my heels and looked back and forth between them. “So… who am I fucking first?”
They bounced like eager puppies into my arms and I welcomed their touch. They felt my muscles, pinched and suckled my nipples, took the measure of balls swollen to the point of bursting with leche, my “cock milk” brewed hot and fresh just for them. All roads however led to one place. They caressed the length of my píto, my cock, with reverence reserved for precious art. I appreciated their attention immensely. They stroked my cock– and my ego.
“Fuck,” Trevor squeezed my shaft. “I can’t close my fingers around it.”
“Not so thick as yours–”
“But longer, much longer.”
“It is, and who is getting it first?” I asked once again.
Trevor said. “It’s Ash’s big night. Let them go first.”
“Trevor, I had my turn already!” Ash protested but Trevor silenced them with a kiss.
“I want to watch, go ahead.”
I shook my head, laughing to myself, before tugging Ash gently into my embrace. He forgot all about complaining as we kissed. I coaxed their tongue into my mouth and played with them a while, then pushed into Ash’s mouth. Back and forth we went, all the while my hands roved over the soft skin of their back. I moved lower by inches until my fingers sank into their cleft. Ash clutched my back tightly when I plunged my digits into their warm, wet tunnel.
I explored their hidden depth while my lips slid slowly down their neck. Ash pushed up into my teeth with a breathy whimper as I left my calling card, a bright red hickey on their throat. I sank my fingers into Ash’s assflesh and pulled our bodies tightly together. My píto rode up their belly. Their hard, prepubescent-like organ drew wet lines into my thigh. Our breathing deepened, our kisses grew hungrier as our blood grew hot. My thinking grew clouded as lust took over my brain. The teasing I endured left me impatient and demanding. I could not take Ash in this state so I tore away to lay on my back.
Ash followed me, seizing the back of my head and tenaciously maintaining our kiss. He straddled my waist, allowing my towering sex to hone their cleft and lower back. Trevor, who purported to watch, pushed my legs open wide and sucked first one, then the other of my swollen balls into the moist heat of his mouth. My chain of restraint yanked tight and the beast of my desire crashed against its bars.
I pulled the knowledge of speaking forward in my lust-fogged consciousness. “Ash, it’s better if you sit on it. That way you have control.”
“O-Okay,” he swallowed his nervousness. I caressed their arms tenderly.
“Hey, you’ve got this. You’ve already taken Trevor’s cock and he is thicker than me.”
“It ain’t the thickness I’m worried about.” Ash confessed. He reached back only for Trevor to urge patience.
“One can never be too careful, right?” Trevor found my bottle of lube and drizzled a generous portion on my upward jutting spike. From there he pushed more oily fluid past his lover’s rear entrance.
A thoroughly lubricated Ash soon stood on their knees while Trevor positioned my slick spike against his lover's pucker. The pretty little redhead then sat down slowly and devoured my snake in inches, like a licentious spawn of Ouroboros consuming his tail. Ash broke into a full body shiver and moaned loudly the instant the head of my cock struck their prostate. Simultaneously, my head fell back in a pinched cry of rapture as my pretty little lover squeezed me with exquisite heat and pressure. Sweat broke out on my brow from the effort to hold back. I needed to fuck Ash like an animal but I resisted with Herculean effort.
“Oh… my… god….” Ash pinched shut their eyes in fierce concentration but then abruptly stopped. “I’m um, I-I’m stuck.”
“That is your inner sphincter.” I explained.
“I have one of those?” He scrunched their nose cutely and I chuckled.
“Just breathe out and relax. Gravity will do the work for you.”
I sensed a pop inside Ash and I hissed with intense pleasure. He now gripped my cock at both ends with viselike strength. We said “oh, fuck” together and Ash fell the rest of the way until he sat on my thighs.
“Jesus, fuck,” Trevor cursed in awe. “You did it, baby! You took him balls deep!”
Ash uttered an uncertain laugh as he tested the new landscape. I rested my hands on their hip bones and focused on my breathing. I did not want Ash to see how close I was to losing control.
Ash looked at me as if he saw a revelation. Their expression was so open, their soul so free and bright that I could not help but smile.
He placed a hand flat on their lower belly. Joyful tears fell like pindrop stars in the light. “I hear your heart beating inside me too, it’s so loud!” He gasped.
To my utter amazement he fell into my arms, still attached to me. It was a crazy, silly thing to do but there we were. Ash hugged me dearly. “I’ll take good care of your heart too, I promise!”
I shot a look of dread at Trevor, expecting jealous rage but he only shook his head, smiling. I hugged Ash back, more than a little spooked until he reminded me that we were fucking.
Ash sat upright and pinched their eyes shut with grave concentration, exploring every new sensation. He pushed up and fell back, testing our connection. My thighs quivered with effort to hold back. I pushed Ash a little. “Try out those dance moves I taught you.”
“What–?” He looked befuddled and Trevor came to my rescue.
“Why do you think they call it ‘dirty dancing,’ baby?”
“Oh!” Ash learned quickly. He put the length of my cock to perfect use as he rolled their hips from side to side, then front to back, gyrating with fluid slaps and snaps. He gripped me ruthlessly with internal muscles, pulling with the force of a milking machine. I moaned loudly in response, much to their delight.
Every movement surprised Ash with something new. He twisted my cock all out of shape inside them, driving me stark raving mad in the most incredible way. I huffed hoarsely, clinging to my self control by a fingernail. “Ash,” I swallowed and sweated. “I need to fuck you while I still have control.”
“Oh, okay, I–EEP!” He squeaked mouselike as I rolled with them still attached. He now lay on their back, their blue eyes big and round, with my palms braced on both sides of their head, their legs resting on my shoulders. I pushed away until only the head of my cock remained inside them. I then drove into them slowly, but with my weight fully behind each thrust. I grunted roughly every time I bottomed out. My ears registered every whimper of Ash’s ecstasy as the sweetest music.
“Harder, please?” He begged so politely. “Faster?” He grunted a while later. He repeated those words until I became a fucking machine. Time lost all meaning as we chased our pleasure. I sensed Ash tense before he cried out, “Oh! I-- I think I’m–! UNH!”
I gnashed my teeth against the urge to cum as Ash came unglued. Trevor descended quickly to lap up his lover’s frothy offering. He cleaned every drop then kissed each of us, sharing his bounty.
“How was it?” Trevor asked and. the little redhead snuggled into my side with a sleepy smile.
“Alejo was ama-a-a-zing!” He giggled.
“Oh yeah, you’re fucked out.” Trevor laughed.
“You ready?” I asked. Trevor nodded and a few minutes later he lay prostrate on the bed with his ass propped high on a mound of pillows. Ash lay watching beside him while I put on a fresh condom.
Trevor looked at me over his shoulder. “Don’t hold back. I can take it. I can tell you need it, too.”
“You’re sure?”
“Hell yeah, let me have it.”
I took Trevor at his word and threw a fuck into him to make lesser men weep. I slammed his hole with a ruthless, rutting, bullish fuck that I could not long sustain and yet I could not stop.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” He chanted ecstatically every time I bottomed out in his core. Ash looked worried about my brute force but Trevor spurred me on. “Harder, faster, yes, yes YES!!” He wailed, in danger of waking. our neighbors. It was such a contrast from my gentle, virginal exploration with Asher. Trevor did not last long and blew his load down Ash’s throat. My balls drew so tight against my shaft that they hurt. I pulled out of the tight but obviously experienced hole, then yanked off the condom. Trevor aimed his open mouth at my cock and Ash followed his lead, just in time.
“Here it comes!” I sluiced both of their faces with my leche until it dripped from their chins. They fed each other and shared creamy kisses with me.
After that Ash gave me a sweet hug. “Thank you, Alejo!” Trevor joined in and we settled down, one on each side of me, resting their heads on my shoulders. I slept like the dead until SOMEONE beat on the damn door!
(1) Mauricio: Hispanic, married to hot black man Darren. Most flamboyantly gay in all the Village. Major flirt. Neighbors of Kev and Randy. Plays “Mama Bear” to the younger guys.
AUTHOR NOTE: No two intersex people are alike. Ash’s symptoms reflect the experience of one person save where mentioned.
SPECIAL NOTE: I normally write in an imaginary world where sexually transmitted diseases do not exist. I made an exception for this chapter since the condom wrappers played an important part in the story. Stay safe. PrEP before you play and glove it before you love it.
