Author’s Note – There are elements of non-consent in this story. If that type of element offends you, or is problematic, please do not read.
Dedicated to Victor (“Carlos”), Sonny (“JD”), Patrick (“Beto”), Ricky (“Andres”), Johnny (“Hector”), and Jose (“Joe”) - you’ll never recognize yourself in this but thank you for giving me your character.
“Hey short fucker! You want some breakfast? Or are you just gonna play with yourself all day?”
Such brilliant, witty repartee. But considering who I was yelling at, well deserved. And more importantly, well expected by him.
And, of course, his literate response was even more expected.
“Fuck off, gay boy! I’ll be there in a minute. You just make your Daddy’s breakfast because he’s not giving you any of his big sausage this morning.”
If there’s one thing about Carlos and me that people have figured out by now, it’s that no matter what we say or do, we’re friends to the end. Even though sometimes, I’d like it to be the end . . . and kill the sexy motherfucker.
But, I jest. Carlos is, and always will be, my friend. My brother. My mano. We’ve been through a lot in our lives. And each other’s lives. And I will always love him. Maybe more than I should . . . if you get my meaning.
It was Saturday morning and Carlos often worked overtime on the weekends. He came walking into the kitchen, dressed for work, and looking like the sex bomb he was. He was an emergency responder for PetroChem, one of the local petrochemical plants, and wore long sleeve shirts, old jeans, and boots to work. He changed into a special work uniform at the plant, but his “go to work” gear was nothing special.
But the “nothing special” clothes that Carlos wore to work only enhanced the amazing muscular body that made him stand out. Short, at only 5’5”, a latino with beautiful golden skin, black hair, and brown eyes, Carlos had a physique that taller guys could only dream about. His personality was even more amazing. Yes, he was a joker, a prankster, and usually the life of any party he was at. But one would be hard pressed to find a sweeter, more loving, accepting guy than Carlos. Very trusting and innocent in a lot of ways. Needless to say, most people concentrated on his body. But there was a lot more to Carlos than that.
Even though I thought I knew him better than most anyone, Carlos has managed to surprise me with his ability to feel, be vulnerable, and experience new things. And last night was one of those times that he surprised me. Several times.
He had come home early from a Friday night out, which surprised me. While Carlos had been getting drunk more than usual because of issues with his ex-wife, he was actually fairly sober, although still tipsy. He mentioned that the reason he was early was that he was tired of the club scene and wanted to be alone. I was about to give him his space, when he sprung his first surprise . . . and asked me for a massage. He had never asked me to do that before and when I asked why, he said he was stressed. And had just wanted to be back home. With me.
I was a little nervous because I knew about the pent up feelings I had for Carlos. Yes, the sexual ones because he was the hottest guy around. But also the emotional ones. The ones that came from my heart and truly loved him. Carlos was straight and I knew that we’d never be more than just friends. But I’m sure that I always hoped that maybe someday . . . someday . . . something might change. So getting my hands on his body, along with having strong feelings for him, might create a situation that I didn’t want to engage in.
I won’t go into all the details of the rest of what happened last night. But suffice it to say that Carlos and I ended up having sex. He was drunk and fell asleep, I was horny and hot, and I ended up fucking him. But the second surprise he gave me was after the sex.
I was in agony over the guilt I was feeling, having taken advantage of him. But that sweet, loving man opened himself up to me and told me that he had always known about how I felt about him. And that he had much of the same feelings towards me. He even enjoyed the amazing blow job I gave him! But that the fucking was a little too much . . . or at least, he needed to think some more before considering doing it again. Anyway, he told me to not feel guilty and to know that he and I would always be friends and brothers. Because I gave him peace, stability, and love in his life. And he did to me as well . . . along with fucking amazing sex!
I was at the stove, making french toast, as he walked in the kitchen. He came behind me and grabbed me in a bear hug.
“Carlos! Shit man, let me go! I’m gonna burn the house down!”
He laughed, ruffled my hair, and went to the refrigerator, looking inside. “Hey, where’s the orange juice? You know you are supposed to have that for me every day.” He looked over at me and grinned that beautiful smile. “Gotta keep my sweet disposition, mano. That’s your responsibility.”
I looked back at him and rolled my eyes. “Fuck off, bitch. It’s in the back. I had to put some more beer in the frig for our dinner with Joe tomorrow. You remember? Your friend and co-worker, Joe? You know, Jose Delacruz, Sr.? The man who managed to get you hired out there?”
Carlos rummaged around and got the orange juice out.
“Oh yeah, that’s right.” He poured the juice into a glass and said, “Oh yeah, he said Vera couldn’t come with him.” Vera was Jose’s wife. “But he said he talked JD into coming. So that’s cool.”
Jose Delacruz, Jr., or JD as his family called him, was Joe’s oldest son. He was 21 years old, going to community college, and working, according to him, a boring ass job at the mall. He’d come to visit us a couple of times when Joe came by. He was a good kid, about 5’8”, 180 lbs, brown hair and eyes. Like Joe, he was a latino, with very light skin that accented his handsome good looks. He told me he had a girlfriend, whose name was Janie, and they were an “on again, off again” couple. Evidently Janie was jealous of any girl JD became friends with.
Carlos also told me that JD and Joe had a pretty tense relationship. Joe tended to be extremely strict with JD and thought his son too carefree and irresponsible at times. But according to Carlos, JD was very smart and creative about people and situations. He just didn’t like dealing with people’s drama and preferred to just enjoy life as it came each day. He graduated number 18 in his high school class of 600 students, which put him in the top 3% of the class. But even that wasn’t good enough for his father. So Carlos warned me that I might see Joe and JD have words at times. And to not get involved.
So other than thinking he was a pretty smart, mature, and handsome guy, with a personality similar to Carlos, I didn’t give JD much thought.
Until about two months ago, when he came by before going swimming to get Carlos’s raft and pool chair.
In all the times he’d come by the house, I had only seen JD wearing baggy long sleeve shirts and loose fitting pants. He had a mind of his own and seemed to only dress in a style that he was comfortable with. But that day, he was in a sleeveless white t-shirt and some swim trunks. His physique was astounding! I knew he played football in his high school years, but he evidently worked out in the gym as well. His arms were bulging with muscle and his shoulders were just as swoll. His chest was impressive, with his pecs pushing out his shirt, his nipples large and very obvious in the shirt.
Having been a halfback for his football team, his legs were displays of thick, corded muscle that flexed every time he took a step. Even his calves were beautiful, looking like muscular tear drops. Those features alone were spectacular.
But it wasn’t until he turned his back towards me so that he could talk to Carlos that the crown jewel of his body came into view. I mean, there it was. That ass. HIS ass. It was a magnificent mass of muscle, shaped like basketballs, that jutted out over his legs. My god, that ass was just as big and muscular as Carlos’s ass. Maybe bigger and more muscular. It certainly gave Carlos’s ass a run for the money.
While I enjoyed that view of his ass immensely, and the rest of his body as well, I wasn’t about to go hitting on the son of one of Carlos’s best friends. Joe was a friend of mine as well, but it was just a casual friendship that was only forged through our mutual friendship with Carlos.
Plus I got the vibe from time to time that Joe didn’t particularly like me. I mean, he was always polite and charming when we met. But I just got the feeling that he seemed to either resent me personally or my close friendship with Carlos. I know Carlos told me that Joe often said how he was the most important friend that Carlos had. And that irritated Carlos because he didn’t think it was Joe’s place to decide who was and who wasn’t Carlos’s friends. And whether they were “important” or not. But he respected Joe and appreciated that he had helped him start his career. So I just kept things with Joe on a very respectful, cheery level so as not to create any stress for Carlos.
“So Joe and JD will be here at about 7 PM,” Carlos said. “Instead of doing dinner here, how about we just go out? Maybe Morelli’s for Italian food?”
I smiled and said, “Well I’m glad you told me that, as I was going to the store today to get the stuff to prepare lasagna. So Morelli’s would be fine. But, what about all the beer?”
Carlos laughed and said, “That’s fine. We’ll come back here after dinner. I’m sure you, Joe, and I can handle that chore.”
“And JD? He’s old enough now to drink. Doesn’t he get any?”
Carlos laughed again and said, “Probably not. Joe said he doesn’t like JD drinking because it doesn’t take much to get him drunk. JD said his dad is full of shit and that he can handle his alcohol. I’ve seen JD get pretty loose from drinking just 2 beers. But he isn’t like an all out drunk. So the truth is somewhere between Joe’s version and JD’s version.”
I didn’t say anything and Carlos slapped me on the arm. He could read my moods pretty well.
“Don’t take it so seriously, Ian! Just play everything by ear and all will be good.” He looked over my shoulder and said, “I gotta get to work. So get that french toast done and let me eat it!”
He walked over to the kitchen table and I turned towards him, eyeing his ass. I hadn’t been out much lately and was somewhat horny. So looking at Carlos’s hot ass wasn’t helping me any.
“Look puta. Quit thinking that I’m your maid, just here for your pleasure. Or else you can make your own goddamn french toast.”
Carlos turned around and hugged me. “My, so bitchy, mano! You know I don’t think of you as my maid. But you do make the best food in this house! So don’t get pissy that I always want to eat it.” He smiled that beautiful smile. And then, with that sexy smirk I knew so well, said, “And anyway, I know you enjoy looking at my ass. So I try to keep you happy!”
I pushed him away and said, “Shit. I knew I should have stopped while I was ahead.”
Carlos laughed heartily and said, “That you should have, mano. That you should have.”
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After Carlos left the house, I spent most of the day cleaning and catching up on my reading. The weekends were my only rest time, as I worked pretty long hours during the week as the office manager at Potter Properties, a real estate company. I loved my job and my boss was pretty flexible whenever I needed to take time off. His attitude was just get the work done. And I always made sure I did.
Around 5:30, the doorbell rang. I wasn’t expecting anybody, so I was curious who it was when I opened the door.
It was JD.
I was taken aback. “JD! What are you doing here now? I thought you were coming with your dad later?”
JD stood there, shirtless, wearing a pair of running shorts and shoes. His hair was wet and sweat rolled down his face. My eyes were immediately drawn to his chest, as it was the first time I’d seen him shirtless. JD’s pecs were large, solid mounds of muscle with several striations, capped by large brown nipples that made me lick my lips. Glancing down, his grey running shorts were also drenched in sweat. But even if they had been dry, it would not have hidden the huge cock that bulged out. JD wasn’t hard but he had an awful lot of something in his crotch. Given the size of his legs, it made an impressive appearance.
I glanced back at JD’s face. He had a slight grin on it, as if realizing I was checking out his body.
“So . . . can I come in, Ian?”
I moved aside so he could enter.
“Shit! Yeah, sure, JD. I’m sorry. You just surprised me! What are you doing here this early?”
JD walked past me into the house. As he did, I looked at his ass. The top of the shorts were drenched with sweat too. But JD’s massive glutes still pushed the material out, showcasing a mouthwatering ass. A very rimmable, fuckable ass. He definitely rivaled Carlos in that department.
I closed the door, as JD stood in the middle of the living room.
“I’m too sweaty to sit down, Ian. Do you have a towel or anything I can sit on?”
I smiled and said, “Sure, JD. Be right back.” I walked away quickly before any more lustful thoughts crept into my mind.
I got one of my large, fluffy beach towels and brought it back to put on the couch. As I walked back in the living room, JD was looking at the pictures on my wall. He was specifically looking at the one of Carlos and I taken last year. We were at the beach and I was in a t-shirt and my old fashioned swimsuit. As usual with the exhibitionist Carlos, he was wearing some Hawaiian shorts that fit snugly around his legs, ass, and crotch, and was shirtless, displaying his enormous chest. We had our arms around each other and were smiling like a couple of drunken fools. Although, if truth be told, I had not had that much booze, Carlos was halfway sober.
I set the beach towel down on the couch and told JD, “Here you go. You can sit on that with no problem.”
JD looked at the picture a moment longer and then went over and sat down. He spread his legs out, which caused his crotch to pooch out even more. I turned to go sit in the recliner that was catty-cornered next to the couch.
“So, again, I ask you, why are you here now, JD? Carlos told me you were coming with your father around 7 tonight.”
JD smiled and said, “I have been working out with my friend, Bobby, this afternoon. He uses the Galvez Gym about a mile away. I just thought I’d drop by and say hi while I was close. I thought maybe Carlos would be around.”
“No, he’s working today. He’ll probably be here in about 45 minutes. He often works on the weekends.”
JD nodded.
“I see.”
He paused for a moment and then said, “That picture of you and Carlos. That’s pretty good! When was it taken?”
I smiled and said, “Oh that was last year. We were out at the beach with friends and Carlos wanted to take a goofy picture of him and me. He always likes to do stuff like that.”
JD nodded. “You and he are close, aren’t you? Like real close. Your best friend.”
“Yeah, we’re very close. I’ve known him since he was about 15. We’re practically brothers.”
JD nodded again and said, “I can tell. My dad says he and Carlos are best friends. But I think you and Carlos are closer. Whenever he and my dad get together, I hear him speak about you a lot.”
I was surprised. I knew how close Carlos and I were but I didn’t know he talked about me to others.
“Well that’s nice to hear. I don’t get into whether I’m closer to Carlos than other people. I just say that he and I are close and leave it at that.”
JD smiled again and said, “Yeah, I hear you. Dad gets too wound up about shit like . . . uhhhh, I mean stuff like that. He always wants to be more important than anyone else. He especially gets mad when we talk about Carlos and I tell him that I think you are a closer friend to him than he is.”
“Oh JD, don’t do that! No reason for your father and I to get into some non-existent measure about who means more to Carlos. He’s both our friends.”
JD shrugged. “Well, I see your point. But someone needs to stand up to dad when he acts like that. It drives me crazy when he tries to act as if the world revolves around him. It doesn’t. And he needs to hear that, especially from his own family.”
I smiled and said, “Well . . . anyway . . . I just think you ought to ignore it and we’ll say ALL of us are Carlos’s friends. He has a big enough heart for everyone.”
JD was quiet and didn’t say anything.
I looked at him and said, “I’m going to have some apple juice. You want some? Or water? Or a Coke? Something else?”
“Sure, a big glass of water would be good.”
I got up, went into the kitchen, and got my apple juice and his water. I didn’t hear JD saying anything but was surprised when I went back into the living room to see him looking at the picture of Carlos and me again.
“Here you go.”
JD took the water and kept looking at the picture. I sat down with my apple juice and waited. I admit it was a nice view because I could look at his marvelous ass without him being aware of it. It really filled out his shorts and I could see where part of it went up his ass crack. JD turned to go back to the couch and I quickly looked in that direction as he sat down.
JD took several sips of the water and looked at me.
“So uh . . . Ian . . .can I ask you something?”
I smiled. “Sure, JD. What is it?”
“Something personal?”
I was getting a nervous feeling in my stomach.
“Uhhh, okaaaay. I guess. What is it?”
“My dad told me that you were uh . . . ummm . . . gay. Are you?”
I was shocked. And angry. Where the hell did Joe get off telling his son that I was gay!
“Well . . . yeah, JD. I am. I guess it’s pretty obvious, even though I’ve never formally come out. Carlos knows.”
JD nodded his head and took another sip of water.
“Why exactly did your father tell you that? I mean, why was I the topic of conversation?”
JD smiled and said, “I was asking my father why Carlos lived with you. And he told me that he was divorced and that you had offered a place for him.” He paused for a moment, took another sip, and went on.
“He also said that you probably did it because you were trying to seduce Carlos. But that Carlos would never let something like that happen.“
I could feel my face turn red as my anger accelerated. There was no telling who that sorry bastard Joe had also said that to besides JD. He obviously had major ego issues, due to his jealousy of Carlos’s and my relationship. It took me several moments before I was calm enough to respond.
“Well, JD . . .”
“Ian, you don’t have to say anything. I know you’re pissed at dad. And I don’t blame you. In fact, I defended you and told him he was a homophobe. He grounded me for a week when I said that to him.”
My anger immediately turned to sadness.
“Oh JD, I’m so sorry. You don’t need to get into trouble over something silly like that. It’s not worth it. Your father just has issues about my relationship with Carlos and you don’t need to drag yourself into that.”
“Well, what’s done is done. He was wrong and I’ll tell him again if he ever says something like that again.” He paused for a moment and then said, “Because you never know when something like that will come up in your own family.”
I nodded thoughtfully. “Yeah, that’s true. The day may come when one of Joe’s close family members may come out and . . .”
I stopped suddenly and looked quizzically at JD. He had a little smirk on his face as he looked at me.
“Are you trying to tell me something, JD?”
JD kept smirking at me, put his arms back on the couch, and spread his legs a little farther. He didn’t say anything but kept smirking at me.
I waited but JD still didn’t say anything.
“JD . . . are you telling me . . . you’re . . . gay?”
“No.”
“Oh.”
Still smirking, JD said, “But I am telling you that I’m bi.”
I started grinning. “Ohhhhhhh. Okay.”
JD just laughed and drank some more water.
“So does your father know?”
JD choked on his water.
“Oh HELL no! Saying what he did about you, do you think he could handle his oldest son, the All-Star athlete, top of his high school class, and namesake being anything but straight? No way. And I do like women. But I’ve also come to accept the fact that guys are a fucking turn-on too. Pardon my language.”
I laughed. “It’s okay. You’re an adult. You can say whatever you want.”
JD smiled again and said, “Yeah, guys are a turn-on. There’s lots I’ve seen that gets me hard every time. And one especially that does that.”
“Ahhh. Well, do I know him?”
That cute smirk came on JD’s face again. “Yeah, you know him very well.”
I was silent and thought about the guys that I knew that JD might know too. I didn’t know too many college age guys and none of the current high school guys. Looking confused, I turned back to JD.
“Well, I’m at a loss. Who is it?”
JD looked serious and didn’t say anything. After a few moments, he looked down, and then back at me. Finally, he took a deep breath.
“Carlos.”
Silence. Complete silence.
I was in shock. JD had the hots for Carlos? His dad’s best friend? My brother? After a long, uncomfortable silence, I looked at JD again.
“JD . . . are you serious? Carlos?”
He nodded.
“You do know that Carlos is straight. And your dad’s best friend?”
JD nodded again.
I was at a loss for words. Finally, I said, “Well. I mean. I mean. Well . . . I can certainly understand why. Carlos is gorgeous and one of the sweetest, most loving guys around. So the interest and attraction is understandable.” I paused for a moment. “So what, if anything, are you expecting?”
JD was quiet for a moment but kept looking at me. Finally, he said, “I don’t know that I have any expectations.”
He hesitated some more. And then said, “But I’ve been thinking about what my dad said about you. And I wondered . . .” He paused again and looked down. After a long pause, he looked back up and said, “I wondered if . . . you really have ever tried to . . . you know . . . uhhh . . . seduce him?”
I froze. JD continued looking at me and said, “Or if you’ve had sex with him?”
I was completely blown away. I stood up and started walking around the room erratically.
“JD, why would you think I’d ever try something like that? Carlos is my brother! I mean . . . yeah . . . he’s a hot, hot stud with a great body, but . . .”
The minute I said it, I knew I had fucked up.
“I mean . . . he’s . . . uhhh . . . I mean . . .”
I stopped and stood there, looking at JD. He had a quizzical look on his face.
“He’s what?”
I walked back over to my chair and sat down. “Let’s just . . . let’s just not talk about . . . this . . . anymore.” I waved my hand, as if swatting a mosquito. “It’s nothing for . . . for us to be . . . talking about.”
JD walked over to my chair and looked down at me. “Why did you say that about Carlos, Ian?”
I kept shaking my head negatively and waving my hand, as if to dismiss the whole conversation.
JD knelt down and I looked at him. He kept looking at me. And suddenly, a smile spread slowly across his face.
“You said he was a hot, hot stud with a great body. Sooooo . . .”
Suddenly enlightenment hit JD.
“Oh wow . . . that means . . . you DO like him . . . and you HAVE tried it! Haven’t you?”
I kept staring at JD and finally looked away and stood up.
“JD . . . I think it’s time you go home.”
JD’s smile got broader. He stood up and started chuckling.
“Okay. Okay. Yeah, I need to go get ready anyway.”
I nodded affirmatively and walked him over to the door. I could still hear him chuckling but I was so far in outer space that I ignored everything. I opened the door and JD started to walk out.
Suddenly, he turned towards me, took my hand, and ran it down his chest. I swear, I could feel every inch of muscle as my hand ran down his smooth chest and ended up on his abs. He had a playful glint in his eyes and leaned towards me.
“So Ian . . . who has the better chest? Me? Or Carlos?”
I quickly jerked my hand away and looked at JD. He was grinning now. As I stood there shocked, he slowly grabbed my hand again and this time, pressed it against the huge bulge in his shorts. His cock wasn’t hard but I could feel it starting to grow. He held my hand there and started squeezing it. After a few moments, JD let go and my hand continued to squeeze the large mass of meat as it began to get larger.
Quietly, JD said, “It likes what you’re doing. And you seem to like what it’s doing. Maybe I shouldn’t go just yet.”
I was still mesmerized by the feel of his growing cock and looked him in the eyes. I could see amusement and lust as I kept massaging it. JD leaned forward and whispered in my ear.
“Is my cock bigger than Carlos’s? I can tell his is big. But if you think mine is bigger, maybe you need to taste it. Or get fucked by it.”
I quickly let go of JD’s cock, turned and pushed open the outer storm door.
“Goodbye, JD.”
JD chuckled again and shuffled out the door. He turned back, and said, “See you tonight, Ian. Maybe we can talk some more about you. And Carlos. And me.” He leered at me. “And who has the bigger cock. And what to do about that.” Continuing to chuckle, he turned again and walked down the steps.
I closed the door and leaned back against it. What had just happened?
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I was deep in thought the rest of the afternoon. So much had happened during JD’s visit. And I needed to sort it all out. I was very nervous though that JD suspected I had tried to seduce Carlos. There was no way I would ever tell him about what happened. Because that was between Carlos and me. Not anyone else.
And JD. He was bisexual and interested in Carlos. And he obviously had an amazing body as well. It would be hard to compare JD’s body with Carlos. They were both jacked and looked stunning. And though I had only felt it, JD’s cock would definitely give Carlos’s seven thick inches a run for the money. Since he was straight, Carlos wasn’t interested in guys. But JD was. And he was especially interested in Carlos.
I sighed. My god, why is it that so many crazy guys in this town are always going after Carlos! He’s not gay or even bisexual. My beautiful moments with him were more about love and caring than just sex. And I never thought of Carlos as anything other than straight.
But for some reason, guys that were not that straight . . .or were not straight at all . . . were always interested in him. Even though he wasn’t the least bit interested in them. From a physical standpoint, I could understand their interest. Carlos’s body really was perfect and most desirable. And he was so comfortable in his sexuality, many interpreted that to mean he’d like to play. But that wasn’t who Carlos was at all. Not at all.
On top of that, there were those guys who were supposed to be his friends but really wanted him for sex Like that sneaky bastard Beto. He had tried to seduce Carlos by getting him drunk and taking advantage of him. Hopefully I had seen the last of Beto and the other fake friends. They were the dangerous ones because they were so relentless in trying to get Carlos into their bed.
I guess that is why I felt so protective of Carlos, even though he could drive me crazy with lust at times too.
I heard the door slam and knew Carlos was back from work. I walked to his bedroom and knocked on the door.
“WHAT,” he yelled.
“Damn! Why are you yelling? You weren’t brought up in a . . ..” I stopped suddenly as I saw Carlos standing there, trying to pull off a sweatshirt, and wearing only grey socks and some tiny briefs. His huge cock was slung to the side in the briefs.
“Help me with this, will ya?” he said in a muffled voice.
Looking at his massive pecs sticking out, I walked over behind him and helped pull it up and off. As it came off, I looked down at his ass. Most of it was hanging out. The briefs were too small to hold it all.
“Looks like you had a busy day.” I took another quick peek at his chest and then sat down on his bed. I had to admit, Carlos and JD were pretty well matched in the chest department. No wonder JD was attracted to him.
“Meh, it was okay. Several training drills. If I had known that we were going to do that most of the day, I would have stayed home. Even Joe didn’t show up. He’s smart.”
Carlos took off his socks and underwear and was standing completely naked. I didn’t look at him, mainly because I knew he liked to tease me about it if he caught me looking.
“Speaking of Joe, JD came by this afternoon.”
Carlos walked over and wrapped a towel around his waist.
“Oh really? Why?”
“He was training with a friend at Galvez Gym. You know, by the bakery?”
Carlos nodded.
“He said he just dropped by. Actually to see you.”
Carlos looked amused.
“To see me? Why?”
“He didn’t say. He just said he came by to see if you were here. Maybe he wanted you to go train with him.”
Carlos laughed and said, “I doubt that. He’s pretty bulked up and can beat me in some reps now. We worked out about a month ago at Meyers Sports Shop and even then, he was trying to give me some tips.”
I laughed.
“I’ll bet that was funny. Were they good tips?”
Carlos shrugged his shoulders.
“Yeah, they were okay. He kept having me flex different muscles, trying to explain how it was supposed to respond. And then holding them as I did the exercise.”
“He was holding them?”
Carlos laughed.
“Yeah. For example, when I did my bench press, he put his hands on my chest and pointed out the five prime areas of muscle growth. When I’d lift, he’d squeeze them. When I’d lower it, he’d release them. Pretty interesting actually. I never knew about stuff like that.”
I laughed silently because Carlos, who never thought poorly of anyone, never realized that JD was probably just copping a feel of his chest while he lifted. I shouldn’t say that because I didn’t know for sure. But knowing how smart JD is, I wouldn’t put it past him. Especially when Carlos kept talking and showing me how JD pointed out the areas of muscle growth on his arms and legs. And even, Carlos said, on his ass, when he was squatting.
“I told him to watch touching my ass. I didn’t want people to think he was gay.”
I laughed, “Or you either!”
“Fuck ‘em,” he said. “I don’t give a shit what people think about me.”
Carlos shook his head and took a deep breath.
“But I can’t do all the routines he does. He’s a lot fitter at his age than I am now.”
I nodded.
“Yeah. So . . . are we still on for Morelli’s at 7 PM?”
Carlos gave a thumbs up.
“Sure. After all those drills today, I’m hungry! And I could use some beers too. But not before dinner.”
I smiled and said, “Just don’t drink your tequila. You know how you get with that.”
“Yeah, I may not have any for a while. But I can’t give it up! It’s gooooood stuff!”
I laughed and went to my bedroom to get dressed.
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Morelli’s was a great eating place. All of the food was good. Spaghetti, lasagna, carbonara, risotto. Even the desserts like tiramisu were good. I was wearing an old polo shirt and chinos, while Carlos wore a tight polo shirt and jeans. Joe and JD got there about 15 minutes after we did. I was sitting across from Carlos, and Joe sat next to him, while JD sat next to me. I was surprised when JD walked up because he was wearing a tight fitting dress shirt and some tight fitting light bluejeans. The shirt was unbuttoned to the second button and JD’s chest was very easy to see. And, of course, his cock bulge was always showing.
I smiled and said, “So are you wearing a new style now, JD? You are usually wearing your long sleeve shirts and those baggy pants.”
JD grinned.
“You know me, Ian. I like to . . . change up . . . from time to time. Doing the same thing . . . and the same people . . . gets boring.”
Under the table, JD slowly grabbed my hand and put it on his bulge again. I smiled at Joe and Carlos, trying to act nonchalant and pull it away. But he kept holding it there. After a few more moments, I pinched his bulge and JD quickly released my hand.
Neither Joe or Carlos picked up on JD’s choice of words or noticed anything. I looked at him and mouthed “behave”. He just wiggled his eyebrows and grinned some more.
Dinner was good and Joe had ordered a bottle of wine.
“Don’t drink too much, guys,” I said. “We have lots of beer back home.”
“It’s Saturday, Ian,” Joe said. “I think we can get a little loose tonight. Don’t you agree, Carlos?”
Carlos, who had already had two glasses of wine, nodded his head. He lifted up his third glass.
“A toast. To a little looseness and fun tonight.”
We clinked our glasses and drank the toast. All of a sudden, a new voice spoke.
“Well, well, well. Look who it is! This is a surprise.”
I recognized the voice and immediately turned, hoping against hope it wasn’t him. But it was.
It was Beto.
I hadn’t seen him since the night he brought Carlos home drunk and tried to fuck him. I told him to never set foot in my house again, although I know Carlos would still go out with him from time to time. I never told Carlos about what Beto tried to do, but maybe it was time that I did. Beto worked with both Joe and Carlos as an office supervisor, so they were all friendly with each other. But Carlos didn’t know yet how treacherous Beto was. And that he was only trying to fuck his hot, muscle ass.
Carlos got up and hugged him. I cringed when he did that and saw Beto’s hand move lower on his back, almost touching his ass.
“Dude! What are you doing here? I thought you were out of town?”
Beto grinned and said, “I was supposed to be. But plans change. You know how that goes.” He looked over at Joe. “You two are out tonight?”
Joe laughed and said, “Yeah. Out with Ian and my son.”
Beto looked at me, with that knowing smile, and said, “Hey Ian. Long time no see.”
I gave Beto a neutral look and said, “Yeah. Long time. How are you doing?”
Beto’s smile widened.
“Always okay, Ian. You know that. Always good.” He leaned forward and said, “Been waiting to hear from you. Thought you might change your mind.”
The ignorant prick.
“Yeah, well . . . been busy, Beto. And my mind hasn’t changed.”
Beto started laughing.
“Too bad. Well . . . you know my number if you do.”
“Thanks. I won’t.”
Carlos and Joe looked at each other, confused, as this little byplay went right by them. They had no idea what Beto or I were talking about.
JD looked up at Beto and said, “Hi. I’m JD. Joe’s son.”
Beto looked over at JD. His eyes widened as he took in the sight of the young muscle stud. He held out his hand.
“Hi JD. I’m Beto. So you’re Joe’s son?”
“Yeah.”
Beto kept looking at JD and was silent for a moment.
“Interesting. Joe’s talked a lot about you. But he never said that his son was as strong and good looking as he was.”
Joe preened when Beto said this and JD smiled, looking at his father and Carlos. All three of them laughed. Beto kept looking at JD and I saw his tongue come out and moisten his lips. He leaned forward a little more, looking down JD’s open shirt and checking out his muscular chest. He straightened up, looked over at me, then gave a little nod and a knowing smirk.
God, that fucker was interested in a kid now. JD may have been 21, but he was still a kid to me. And Beto didn’t have any business trying to corrupt someone that young. Especially a kid just exploring his sexuality.
“Anyway, nice to meet you, JD. Maybe all of us can kick back some night. I’d enjoy that.”
JD smiled and said, “Sure. Sounds like fun.”
If JD only knew what Beto was like, he wouldn’t have said that.
Carlos spoke up and said, “Kick back? Hell dude. We’re just about to go drink beer back home. You wanna come? We can all kick back there.”
I quickly turned to Carlos and tried to give him a subtle “no” signal. But Carlos was already a little gone from his wine and wasn’t looking at me. Joe looked back at Beto and said, “Yeah. C’mon man. It’s Saturday.”
Beto acted as if he was thinking about it and looked first at JD. And then Carlos. Then he looked at me. And grinned. The motherfucker.
“Man, I’d like to. But I’ve got friends with me.”
Carlos snorted and said, “Well hell, bring’em along! We’ve got plenty of beer. Don’t we, Ian?”
I looked straight at Carlos with the coldest look I could manage and said, “Yes, but we might not have enough for that many.”
“Well you know, we can buy MORE beer, Ian,” Joe said. He looked back at Beto and said, “So bring ‘em on! The more the merrier!”
Beto looked at Carlos, knowing he was already flying, and then at JD, who was smiling, his chest on full display in the tight, open shirt. Then he looked at me. And grinned evilly.
“Okay vato. Give us about 30 minutes and we’ll be there.” He looked at me and grinned evilly. “Same place, Ian? Where you, Carlos, and I were at last time?”
“Yeah, Beto. Same place.” I leaned towards him. “Same results.”
Beto leaned toward me and laughed.
“Maybe. We’ll see.”
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I was quiet on the way back as I didn’t want to create a problem with Joe and JD in the car. Joe was driving and Carlos was singing and acting goofy in the passenger’s seat. JD was in the back with me. He kept trying to pull my hand over onto his cock. But I resisted and whispered into his ear, “Dude, STOP it. You don’t want your father to see you acting like that.” He evidently got the message and just sat there quietly. He’d only have one glass of wine, so I didn’t think he was the slightest bit drunk. But he was obviously very horny.
Joe wasn’t drunk, but had enough wine to be feeling tipsy. All in all, it wasn’t a good sign going forward. With that snake Beto and his friends coming over, I knew I’d have to watch carefully to make sure nothing happened. Especially since Beto had taken an interest in JD too. Fortunately, Joe was there so I didn’t think Beto would try anything with him around.
As we went into the house, I asked Carlos if I could speak to him for a minute. He nodded and we went to my bedroom. As I closed the door, I lit into him.
“Carlos, WHY did you invite Beto to come? You know I don’t like him.”
Carlos had been humming quietly and he stopped and looked embarrassed.
“I’m sorry, mano. I guess I wasn’t thinking. You know Beto is my friend and Joe’s friend and I thought we’d enjoy kicking it together tonight. I forgot he wasn’t your favorite person. I didn’t mean to piss you off.”
He was lightly slurring his words and I knew there would be trouble if he drank much more.
“Okay, okay. It’s done,” I said. “But I sure won’t enjoy it.”
Carlos kept looking at me and I said, “I want him and his friends out of here as soon as possible. I don’t like him. And I don’t trust him. Especially with you.” The words came out of my mouth before I could stop them.
Carlos looked puzzled.
“Huh? What do you mean, especially with me?”
I was silent for a moment. Carlos kept looking at me and I finally said, “Nothing. I just meant that I don’t trust that he’s a good friend for you. That’s all.”
Carlos grinned drunkenly and said, “That’s my mano. Always looking out for me. Well don’t worry. It will all be fine. I’m sure Beto will be cool.”
Sure, I thought. Cool with him trying to fuck you again. But it was too late to do anything and I put that thought out of my mind.
As we went back in, Carlos talked to Joe and JD, while I got out some food. I was about to go back into the living room when I heard the doorbell ring.
Fuck. Okay, ready or not. I opened the door. What I saw made me shiver slightly.
Beto was there in the doorway, smiling his fake ass grin. He walked forward and said, “You remember Hector and Andres, don’t you?”
I froze. I remembered them. I definitely remembered them.
At the club, Meteor. Carlos dancing with a girl named Rosa. Hector and Andres trying to dance with Carlos when she left. Maneuvering Carlos over to a dark, deserted spot to dance. Stripping a very drunk Carlos. Feeling his cock and ass. Preparing him for sex. In a public place.
Yeah. I remembered. All too well.
I nodded and said, “Yeah. C’mon in.”
Hector and Andres walked in behind Beto, smiling and being their charming selves. They were both hot looking guys, with good bodies. But Beto had told me last time that Hector and Andres had wanted to fuck Carlos for years. Now the wolves were inside the hen house. Once again.
Carlos had put on some music from my sound system and Joe and JD had gotten a beer out of the frig. Carlos got beers for Beto, Hector, and Andres, and got another for himself. He went sashaying into the living room, while Beto, Hector, and Andres stayed in the kitchen talking. I watched them and Beto grinned and tilted his beer to me. I nodded and walked over to them.
“Everything good?” I asked.
“Yes,” Beto responded. “I was just telling Andres and Hector about how nice your house was. Would you mind showing it to them?”
I took Beto by the arm and said, “Excuse me,” to Hector and Andres. Walking over to the hallway door, I looked at Beto.
“Beto, don’t try any shit here. You know I’m on to you.”
Beto smiled and said, “Ian, chill out, man. You know I’m not going to do anything.” He leaned forward and whispered, “At least . . . anything you don’t permit.”
I was silent and just looked at him.
He grinned and said, “And anything that you do permit . . . well . . . discretion and secrecy are assured.” He looked around and said, “And privacy is a must. So keep those things in mind.” He looked back at me and said, “I could make it very enjoyable for you.”
I stepped back and said, “No. I want nothing. Leave Carlos alone. And JD, too. I saw you checking him out. Do you understand?”
Beto tapped his finger on his beer bottle for a minute and continued looking at me.
Finally he said, “Can you at least show Hector and Andres your house? It’s beautiful.” He grinned again and said, “I didn’t get to see all of it last time. Only . . . one bedroom.”
I shook my head, rolled my eyes, and we walked back to them.
“C’mon guys. Beto wants me to show you the house.”
Hector and Andres smiled, clinked their beer bottles together, and said, “Sure. Thanks.”
The tour only took about 10 minutes and Hector and Andres seemed to be really interested. They asked a few questions about who was in what room, how big the house was, where was the pool and garage. I wasn’t sure why they were so interested. But as long as they didn’t get out of line, I didn’t care. Anything to get them and Beto out of the house faster.
When we got back in the kitchen, Beto was in the doorway watching Carlos, Joe, and JD in the living room. They had started singing, drinking, and laughing. I saw Carlos start to dance with a gyrating, grinding rhythm and got JD to join him. They were gyrating and grinding together slowly, at the hips, thighs, and even asses. Carlos was laughing and having fun. But I knew JD was doing it to finally touch the body he lusted after. Joe was off to the side, gyrating with his beer.
Enjoy it, JD, I thought. That’s probably all you’ll ever get of straight Carlos’s body.
As we walked back in, Beto saw us and walked over.
“See everything?”
“Everything we needed to see,” Andres replied. “It was beautiful.” Hector nodded in agreement.
“Glad you liked it,” I replied. “So shall we join the others?”
“Yes,” Beto said. “Let’s join the others. They seem to be having a great time.”
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When I walked in the living room, the music volume was up much higher than normal. Carlos and Joe were now singing together and gyrating, making JD laugh. He was now lounging on the couch, a beer in his hand, laughing and singing with them from time to time. I wasn’t positive but he seemed to be somewhat drunk. I remember Carlos saying that Joe didn’t like JD to drink because he couldn’t handle alcohol well. With Beto around, that might be a dangerous proposition.
I saw Beto, Hector, and Andres still standing in the entryway to the kitchen, talking and nodding to each other, beers in hand. After a few minutes, Beto nodded at them, walked over to the couch, and sat down next to JD. I silently moved closer to keep an eye on them. Because I was watching Beto, I didn’t see Hector go into the kitchen and return with a bottle of Carlos’s tequila and two shot glasses. I didn’t know that Carlos had gotten the tequila and several glasses out after I had put out the food.
Beto sat next to JD and put his arm on the back of the couch. Every so often, he’d move it closer to JD’s shoulders, finally embracing him with his arm. As he did that, I could see him talking to JD and JD answering him. Every so often, Beto would sip and motion to JD to sip too. As JD would talk, Beto would again motion to him to sip . . . without taking a sip of his own.
Typical sleazy Beto. Always trying to use booze to get a guy.
I was watching JD and Beto so intently, I was surprised to find Andres suddenly standing next to me.
“Hey.”
I jumped, not realizing he was there.
“Oh Andres. Sorry, I didn’t see you there.”
He grinned and said, “Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you. I was wondering, do you have anything other than beer to drink? Maybe some rum? Or tequila?”
I nodded. “Sure, let me get it.”
I walked to the kitchen, Andres following behind me.
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Beto watched Ian leave and when Andres looked back, nodded at him. After Ian and Andres disappeared, he looked over at JD again. He had finally gotten Ian out of the way. And hopefully Andres could take care of the rest.
Beto was still amazed that he had run into Carlos, Joe, Ian, and JD tonight. He had never given up on wanting to fuck Carlos, even though Ian had ruined his best chance previously. He knew Ian wanted Carlos too but was just too scared to go for it. So when he saw Carlos tonight, he wondered if he might have the chance again. And then low and behold, Carlos invited Beto, Hector, and Andres back to his house. Things were looking up!
But from Ian’s expression, tone of voice, and comments, Beto knew Ian would try and stop him again from getting Carlos. He just had to figure out a way to convince Ian to let it happen. Or else get Ian out of the way.
In addition to seeing Carlos again, Beto also met Joe’s son, JD.
Beto remembered Joe telling him at work several months ago that he was concerned about his son because he couldn’t handle alcohol very well. He was afraid that JD would easily get drunk and end up in a car wreck. Or something worse. But Joe had also bragged about what a smart, handsome, athletic kid he had and that caught Beto’s interest. However, he just nodded when Joe did his bragging, since he had never met the kid.
Until tonight.
When he saw JD at Morelli’s, he saw why Joe was so proud of him. JD was all of those things that Joe said about him. But until Beto met him tonight, he didn’t realize what a sexy muscle stud he was too. Beto’s heart raced when he looked at him, especially when he managed to look down JD’s open shirt, and saw his huge muscular chest. And even though Beto knew JD was his friend’s son, he also knew that he was an extremely hot fucker and just too tempting to pass up. Carlos would always be available. But this might be his only shot to get into JD’s pants.
And if he played his cards right and if everything fell into place, maybe he could get both JD and Carlos.
It soon became obvious that Ian was watching everybody and everything carefully. But Beto knew he couldn’t be everywhere at once. So he made plans to get Ian out of the way. And Andres had just completed the first step in doing that.
While Carlos and Joe had settled down, sitting in chairs, drinking more beer, and listening to the music, Beto had been listening to JD talk. He talked about his football days in high school, his courses at community college and other mundane stuff. As JD talked, he drank more beer. As Beto heard his voice starting to slur, he urged JD to drink more. After a few more minutes, JD was talking faster and slurring his words more. His head lolled around on his shoulders and he was swaying a little.
Beto grinned and said, “Time to finish up that bottle and get another.”
JD looked over at Beto with a drunken smile.
“I think I’ve had ‘nuff now. Dad get nad . . . uhhhh, mad.” His head drooped down.
“Well, if you think so,” Beto said. He paused for a moment and then said, “Maybe you need to get some fresh air. Or maybe take a swim. That might help.”
JD’s head jerked up and backwards. “Ummmm. May . . . maybe.”
Beto looked at the kitchen and noticed that Ian hadn’t returned yet. He glanced over at Carlos and Joe. Their heads were against their chairs, gripping their beer bottles, and humming softly. Carlos’s head suddenly fell forward and then jerked back up. Beto nodded at Hector, who went over to Carlos with the shot glasses.
Hector tapped Carlos’s shoulder and said, “Hey vato, how about some tequila? It’s good shit. I got some for you and Joe.”
Carlos looked at Hector with glassy eyes. “Tequila? Nah. That shit fucks me up.”
“This is smooth shit, vato. Just try it,” urged Hector. He poured a shot for Carlos and handed it to him.
Carlos looked at the shot glass for a moment, then slowly reached out and took it. He put it up to his lips and tossed it down. Hector smiled and poured another one.
“Es bueno, si? Have another. You too, Joe.”
Joe looked over and said, “I don’t know, man. I’m pretty wasted right now.”
Carlos tossed off the second shot and handed the glass to Hector. Hector pushed the other shot glass into Joe’s hand, filled it, and said, “Just one, man. It’s smooth.”
Joe looked at it, then at Hector, and back at the glass. He carefully reached for it and, like Carlos, tossed it down.
“Shit, that is good stuff,” Joe murmured.
Hector refilled Carlos’s glass and Carlos slowly raised it to his lips. After a moment’s hesitation, he tossed it back as well. Slowly, he lowered his arm and rested the glass on the chair arm, while laying his head back on the chair.
Hector poured Joe a second shot and he tossed it down like the first one.
“No . . . no more . . . no more, man,” Joe muttered.
“Ahhh, c’mon, Joe,” Hector said. “Just one more.” He poured a third shot. Joe tossed it down, gave the glass back to Hector, and laid his head back on the chair.
After watching Carlos and Joe drink their tequila shot, Beto got up and walked over to Hector.
“That’s good man. Try to get a couple of more in them. That should do it.”
Hector grinned evilly and said, “That shouldn’t be a problem. What are you going to do?”
Beto looked over at JD. His eyes were closed and swaying slightly.
“I’m gonna take him out to the pool. And try to sober him up.” Beto laughed quietly. “Or at least get him out of those clothes and help him . . . feel better.”
Hector looked over at Carlos and Joe.
“What about his dad? And Carlos?”
Beto chuckled and said, “Get some more shots in them and they won’t be any trouble. You can let Joe fall asleep there in the chair. Or on the couch.”
“And Carlos?” Hector asked.
“You saw his bedroom on Ian’s tour, didn’t you?”
Hector nodded his head. “Yeah. The place where you told me you almost fucked his tight ass.”
Beto laughed. “Yeah. Before Ian pussied out.”
He looked over at Carlos.
“When he’s completely out, take Carlos to his bedroom. And get him into bed.” Beto leaned in closer and said, “And get those fucking clothes off of him so he’s ready for me. Then, wait there until I get back.”
Hector looked irritated. “Wait? Noooo, vato. I’m ready to fuck him. I’ve been waiting to get up in that muscle ass for years. I’m not gonna wait.”
Beto leaned in closer and said, “Maricon you fucking wait for me. You’ll get to fuck him. But I’m gonna fuck him before anyone else. You wouldn’t even be here if it wasn’t for me. If you do anything before I get there, I’ll make sure Angel and his guys fuck you up.” Beto pulled back, an angry look on his face, and said, “Entiendes?”
Hector paused and then nodded.
“Okay, I’ll wait. Andres and I have been waiting for years, so another hour won’t matter.”
Beto chuckled and said, “And while I’m fucking Carlos, you and Andres can fuck JD. You know you like the young guys. And JD’s body is almost as good as, if not better than, Carlos’s. So, I’ll fuck JD. And then Carlos. And then you two can have both of them too.”
Hector grinned for a moment and then said, “What about Ian?”
Beto laughed and said, “Go find Andres. He should be taking care of Ian right now. I’m sure he’ll convince him to help us. You just gotta use the right . . . persuasion with Ian.”
With that, Beto walked over to JD.
“Ready, man? Let’s get you up.”
Beto helped him stand up, put JD’s arm over his shoulder, and started slowly walking with him.
JD looked over at Beto and slurred, “Where we goin?”
“Outside,” Beto said. “For an experience you’ll never forget.”
They walked over to the back door and started out for the pool.
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I didn’t understand why I couldn’t find it. I knew Carlos kept his bottle of tequila in this pantry. But I didn’t see it. I backed out, holding just a bottle of rum.
“Sorry Andres, all we’ve got besides wine and beer is this rum. I don’t know where Carlos put his tequila.”
Andres was leaning back against the kitchen counter, smiling and looking at me. Even though I knew he had tried to fuck over Carlos at club Meteor that time, I had to admit he was a hot fucker. Tall, with light brown hair, green eyes, and a tight muscular body, he could pretty much have any girl, or guy, he wanted. In fact, I didn’t even know he had any interest in guys until that at the club.
He, Hector, and Beto ran around a lot and had the same circle of friends. So even though I didn’t trust Andres, I didn’t think he was the scum that Beto was.
Still smiling, Andres said, “That’s okay, Ian. The rum is fine. I heard it was your favorite drink.”
I smiled back.
“Yeah, I’ve drunk it for years. It’s about the only alcohol that doesn’t make me drunk. I just get tired and sleepy.”
Andres nodded.
“Yeah, tequila can do that to me. So maybe it’s best that you didn’t find it.”
I laughed and said, “Yeah, maybe so. Are you ready to go back?”
Andres walked over to me slowly. His presence was mesmerizing and I had to look down to stop from staring at him. He reached over and got two glasses off the table and took the rum out of my hand.
“Let’s pour a drink before we go, yes?”
I didn’t answer for a moment.
“Okay. Sure.”
Andres poured and handed one of the glasses to me. He finished pouring his, held his glass up, smiled and said, “To a fun night tonight. And . . . hopefully . . . many more.”
I smiled back and clinked glasses with him.
“To a fun night tonight.”
We drank the rum and Andres started asking me about work, what I did, my life goals, and other things. Slowly I opened up to him and he told me more about himself, his family, and friends. We drank two or three more glasses of rum . . . I don’t remember exactly. But I was starting to feel the effects of it.
Tired. And a bit horny.
And having a handsome stud like Andres in front of me, who had turned out to be a charming man as well, wasn’t helping any. I could feel the alarm bells going off. But such is the power of booze, I silenced them and just smiled and kept talking. Eventually we reached a point where we weren’t saying anything. Just looking at each other.
And looking some more. And more.
After a long silence, where Andres and I just stared at each other, Andres set his glass down, leaned forward and took my glass, and set it next to his. He turned back to me and grabbed my shoulders and pulled them in.
And kissed me.
I mean . . . KISSED me. Hard. Full. Firm.
I hesitated momentarily but my hormones overrode my hesitation. I pulled Andres into me and kissed him back, opening my mouth and sticking my tongue in his. Our tongues met and it was as if two snakes were coiling together, trying to swallow the other. We kept kissing and my hands slipped down to Andres chest, feeling the hard muscle under his shirt. As I felt his body, I could feel Andres hand reach down and grab my cock, which was brick hard and ready for action.
We kissed and touched and grabbed and literally tried to devour each other.
Finally, Andres pulled back and whispered in my ear, “Let’s go to your bedroom. I need you.”
I was too far gone to say no. I took his hand and led the way. When we got in there, I closed and locked the door. We started kissing again, trying to pull off shirts, shoes, socks . . . whatever we had on. Clothes started flying everywhere and I finally fell back on the bed, Andres on top.
He pushed himself up and I looked at his beautiful body. Smooth skin, lucious pecs, taut abs, wide shoulders . . . just a beautiful body.
Andres saw me looking at him, grinned, and said, “You like?”
I whispered, “Oh yeah, baby. Definitely.”
“Is it as good as Carlos’s body?”
The booze and emotions overrode my good sense and I said, “Yours is great. But Carlos’s . . . fantastic. Such a good fuck.”
Andres leaned down, nibbled on my ear, and said, “He was, was he? You enjoyed his big cock in your sexy ass?”
I giggled.
“No baby. It was my cock in his tight, tight ass. And he loved it.”
Andres hesitated a moment. Then leaned back and smiled. “So he was a good fuck, huh? You managed to get straight Carlos, spread his legs, and fuck that hot, muscle ass?”
I was so drunk and laughed at Andres.
“Yeah. He was drunk and I fucked him. I’ve wanted to fuck him for years and I finally got him. Sucked his cock, too. Even made him cum as I fucked him. And he loved every minute of it.”
The lust in Andres eyes was evident and my drunk ass kept babbling on.
“Everybody wants to fuck Carlos. But I got to fuck him first. And I’ll do it again if I ever get the chance.”
Andres leaned back down and I spread my legs. I could feel his big cock come up between them.
He kissed me again and whispered, “And what if someone else wanted to fuck Carlos? Could they do it?”
I kissed him back deeply and said, “Hell yeah. When Carlos is drunk, he’s easy to fuck. And if he’s passed out, he’d probably never know it happened or who did it.” I giggled some more and said, “But you know Carlos is straight. If we weren’t friends, he probably would have beat the shit out of me. So I try to watch out for him when I can.”
We kept kissing and Andres asked, “What if I wanted to fuck him? Would you warn him or say anything to him?”
I pulled back and looked at him for a long moment.
“I don’t know, babe. I mean . . . do you really want to? You are so hot and sexy, you could have any guy. Why do you want a straight guy?” I pulled Andres into a hug and said, “I know that asshole Beto tried to before but I managed to prevent that. Carlos deserves better than a lying friend like that. I’ll never let him get to Carlos.”
Andres pulled back, got the lube on the side table, and lubed up my asshole and his cock. Then slowly, gently he pushed his cock into my ass. The feeling was incredible and my eyes rolled back in my head.
Andres started fucking with long, slow strokes, kissing me and taking his time. I could tell he wanted it to be good for me, as it was for him. I put my arms around him and wrapped my legs around his waist as he fucked me, hoping he’d keep at it. After several minutes, I heard him speak again.
“So . . . you never answered me. Would you let me fuck Carlos if I wanted to?”
I didn’t answer and he pumped into me harder, angling his cock to my p-spot and making me moan in ecstasy. As he pumped harder, he spoke again.
“Would you?”
Andres started to speed up. I wrapped my legs around him harder and groaned.
“Oh fuck. Shit! FUCK! Goddamn, baby! Don’t stop!”
“WOULD you? WOULD you let me FUCK Carlos?!”
“FUCK! OH FUCK!”
Andres was really fucking me now, slamming into my ass and poking my p-spot with every stroke.
“ANSWER me! WOULD YOU LET ME FUCK CARLOS!!!”
I tried to hold back but could feel my orgasm coming. The faster Andres fucked, the more the pressure built up. I couldn’t hold back any more and let it out.
“YES! YES! GO FUCK Carlos! DO IT!”
“You’ll HELP me fuck him?”
“YES goddammit, I’ll HELP you! Just make me cum!”
“You’ll HELP me FUCK him! And help ANYONE ELSE FUCK HIM!!”
“YES, MOTHERFUCKER!! YES!! YOU CAN ALL FUCK HIM!!”
“Are you gonna WARN him? Or TELL him we’re gonna FUCK HIM!”
“SHIIIIIIIIT!! NO, NO!! I WON’T WARN HIM or TELL him ANYTHING! Just GO FUCK HIM!! But fuck ME NOW!!”
I saw Andres grin evilly and proceed to rail my ass faster and faster. I couldn’t hold out anymore and cum flew out of my cock, shooting everywhere. I could feel Andres’s warm cumming shooting deep in my ass, breeding me like his bitch. He continued to pump some more and finally stopped, pulling out and lying on his back.
I was drunk, high on adrenaline, dopamine, and every other hormone that an amazing fuck creates. I was thinking about what I had said, but realized it was just bullshit in the heat of the moment. No way was I going to help Andres or anyone else fuck with Carlos. I didn’t mean to tell Andres about me fucking Carlos but I’d just deny I ever said it. It would be his word against mine. And if it ever got back to Carlos, I knew Carlos would believe me.
Andres and I lay in my bed for several minutes, trying to come down from our orgasmic intercourse. I felt him get up and go into my bathroom. The same bathroom Carlos took a shower in last night after I’d fucked him.
I heard him washing up. A few minutes later, he came out and got dressed. The room smelled like sex and cum and I knew I needed to wash up, like Andres did. I finally managed to sit up and look at Andres. He smiled at me, walked over and gave me a kiss.
“Thanks Ian. You are definitely one good fuck. And a helluva guy.”
I laughed and said, “Well, thank you, Andres! You’re a pretty good fuck yourself. And a helluva guy too. Maybe next time I’ll fuck you.”
Andres grinned and said, “Sure. After I’ve fucked Carlos, then you’re welcome to get my ass. IF you can get it.”
I shook my head and laughed. “Carlos? Dude, he’s straight. You’re not gonna ever fuck him. I know what I said, but I’ll warn him what you’re planning and you won’t be able to do shit.”
Andres walked back to my dress and pointed at a small pile of towels. I didn’t notice the pile when I came in earlier and was puzzled. I never leave towels out on my dresser.
Andres reached in and took something out from the towels. It was a phone. A phone whose red recording light was blinking. I looked up at him.
Andres laughed and said, “You’ll warn Carlos about what I’m planning? Are you sure about that?” He put the phone in his pocket and walked over to the bed.
“What do you think Carlos will say when he sees this video? A video where you said you fucked him. Where you said you’d fuck him again when you get the chance. Where you said that if Carlos is drunk, he was easy to fuck. Where you said if he was passed out, he wouldn’t know IF he got fucked or WHO fucked him.”
I was quiet as Andres kept talking. Fear and panic was building up inside me.
“Huh? Just what do you think Carlos would say when he hears you say YOU’LL LET me fuck him. That YOU’LL HELP me fuck him. That I SHOULD GO and fuck him. And where you’ll HELP ME and ANYONE ELSE that WANTS to fuck him.”
Andres paused and continued on. “Yeah, Carlos is gonna love it when he hears you say we should ALL go fuck him. And that you won’t warn him or tell him.”
We were both quiet, looking at each other, as I thought things through.
I knew I was in deep shit. Because while I could deny whatever Andres said, my voice was on the recording. And Carlos would have a hard time not believing what he heard.
Of course I was drunk and could tell him that I didn’t know what I was saying. But Carlos also knew I had always been attracted to him and had wanted him for a long time before it finally happened. So the big question was whether he’d believe that everything I’d said on the recording was just drunken babbling.
He might. And he might not.
But I realized that he’d definitely understand that I had betrayed him by telling others about what we had done. The rest he might think was bullshit . . . but he knew what we had done was real. And if I had blabbed out that truth, why wouldn’t he believe that the rest of my babbling was the truth too? He’d hear me say I’d help others get him because he was easy to get. And he had been pretty easy to get . . . and he knew it.
After thinking about all that, I finally concluded that If Carlos heard the video, it would more than likely be the end of our friendship . . . our entire relationship. I was, quite literally, fucked.
“Okay, Andres. What do you want?”
Andres came over and patted me on the shoulder. “Wait here. I’ll be right back.”
He left and I went into the bathroom, cleaned up, and got into my clothes. My mind was going in a million different directions and I was sick to my stomach. I couldn’t believe my hormones overrode my ass and put me in the position now of being blackmailed. There was no telling what Andres wanted. I waited to find out.
I heard footsteps in the hallway and a knock on my door.
“Come in,” I said.
The door opened and Andres came in, followed by Hector.
Hector looked at me, and said, “I hear you’re a pretty good fuck. Mind if I take a ride?”
I sighed, shook my head, and said, “Sure, Hector.” I started to take my shirt off when I heard another person walk in the room.
It was Beto.
