Date: Thu, 1 Mar 2012 10:44:25 -0500
From: m a <knobnerd745@gmail.com>
Subject: Mexican Family Down The Street

This story may or may not be true, you must know how these things go by
now. This story features intimate sexual relations between me as a young
man and an adult. If you feel this is inappropriate or is illegal in your
area, please stop reading now. Also, this story is intended for people 18+
or however old you must be in your area.

        I grew up down the street from a Mexican family; they had a son
around the same age as me, and he and I became best friends before I can
remember. The father of the family came from Mexico, but the mother was
native to North Carolina and had lived there her whole life. They were a
brass family, but good people nevertheless.
         Often I would ride my bike to their house to play the SNES with
John Paul, the youngest son. Him and I had jacked off together a few times
by this point, I was 11 or 12, and him a year older, but I had never
thought much about it. He was stocky, and shorter than me with dark brown
hair and was just starting to grow a thin mustache. His was the first
uncircumcised penis I had ever seen. But the story doesn't lie with
him. The Rios Family often had cookouts at their house. Which was great,
they had great food and I always had fun playing games and trying to be a
part of the grown-up's conversations.

        Friday afternoon when I got home from school I helped my parents
load our potluck dishes into the car and was told to get showered and
dressed for the night. I had been growing my hair out because that was the
style in the early 2000's. I had shaggy light red hair that would start to
curl when it wanted to. I had started growing pubic hair that year, and it
formed a small blond puff in my crotch. I've always been a little chubby,
but at this point in my life puberty and playing sports with John Paul was
burning most of it away, leaving me with some baby fat, but nothing to
heavy. I've always showered with the door unlocked, and still do most of
the time. I heard my parents leave; I poked my head from behind the shower
curtain and looked outside to see the car heading down the road. I
continued my shower and finished up. I was drying off and had just started
to put on my boxer-briefs when the door swung open.
        I tried to cover myself but ended up getting the towel caught in my
underwear which did more damage than good. Mr. Paul started to walk into
the bathroom. He actually stumbled more into the room than he did walk. He
laughed and apologized, but didn't leave. From his staggering I could tell
that he had been drinking. Mr. Paul was a very attractive man, and still
is. Over 6 feet tall with dark sun kissed skin and jet black curls peaking
out from beneath his baseball cap. Strong facial features from his Mexican
decent, with full mustache and a small patch of hair he kept trim on his
chin. He sported the same stocky build as his son, but with the addition of
strong defined muscles from years of hard work, he took up most of the door
frame.
        He grabbed the doorknob to regain his balance, and laughed
again. "Woah! Sorry about that. I didn't know you were in here. You're dad
told me to come grab the radio for the cookout."
        He spoke in a thick Spanish accent and often wasn't understood on
the first pronunciation. I had pulled the towel of my underwear while he
was saying this which caused my bare-ass to be exposed. I yanked the boxers
up as soon as I felt the cool air on it. For some reason I apologized to
him and turned to make eye-contact with him. But his attention was directed
else-where, specifically where my previously uncovered-ass had been. He
looked up and smiled a toothy grin.
        He asked me how much longer I was going to be getting dressed and I
told him I wouldn't be very long as I grabbed my shorts from beside where
he was standing. I could feel his brown eyes following me, and I couldn't
exactly say I didn't like it but I was too nervous to act on anything.
Mr. Paul started more into the bathroom when I started to put my shorts on;
my heart must have stopped not knowing what was about to happen.

"I've gotta piss quick, while you finished." He said.  "Huh?" I said,
regaining my pulse. But he hadn't heard me, by that point he was unbuckling
his belt buckle and was starting to unbutton his fly. I took this
opportunity to finish putting my pants on elsewhere, because I had still
failed to do so. I started to take my leave from the room, but as soon as I
got into the hallway I heard Mr. Paul shout something and I peeked my head
back into the doorway.
        Mr. Paul was still pissing into the toilet but had taken the
leisure to place both his hands on his hips.  "Yes, Sir?"  He continued to
piss this way while he talked to me. He asked me if I knew where the radio
my parents had sent him to get was. I told him I did and asked him if he
wanted me to go grab it. "Sure, just wait a minute." He said.  Wait a
minute? I couldn't fully understand why he was telling me to wait, but I
agreed. After awhile Mr. Paul finished pissing. He took one of his hands
off his hip and pinched the tip of his dick to clear it of extra piss. He
shook it gently and turned to look at me. He flashed me another toothy
smile and turned back to tuck his penis into his pants. He re-buttoned his
pants but didn't re-do his belt buckle. Whether he did this knowingly or by
accident I'll never know, but either way it reassured me that this man made
me excited.
        I was still shirtless at this point and Mr. Paul made sure to
notice.  "Looking good, man." as he patted my shoulder. His rough hands
felt strange on my skin. It felt good, but strange. He turned me around and
asked me where the radio was. He kept his hand on my shoulder. I lead him
to the storage closet in the kitchen where we kept odds and ends. He sat
down in the stool my family kept around and told me to get him a beer. I
grabbed one from the back of the fridge and handed it to him. He thanked me
and told me to get one for myself. I was taken aback by this invitation, my
parents would never let me have a beer. But I took advantage of the
opportunity and opened one for myself. It tasted of wet bread, but I tried
to enjoy it as much as possible.
        After some small talk about how I was doing in school, he had
finished his beer while I had only taken 3 sips of mine. He motioned for me
to give it to him and I brought it over to him. He grabbed it from me and
drank the whole thing in a few sips. He belched while he crushed the can in
his hand, and tossed it into the trash can. "You gotta learn how to drink
beer if you're gonna hang out with the men." He tousled my hair and
laughed. He stood up and told me to get ready to leave. I left him in the
kitchen with the radio while I went to put my shirt on. I had sat on my bed
to tie my shoes when I walked in the room holding another beer.  "You ready
yet, mijo?"  "Yes, sir."  He smiled at me and sat down next to me and
offered me another sip of beer, I declined. He threw his head back to
finished this beer, burped and sat the empty can down. I stood up only to
be pulled back down onto Mr. Paul's lap. He wrapped his hands around the
lower parts of my torso. He grinded his crotch into my ass. My head was
spinning, and I must have left out a small moan.  "Feel good, baby?" and he
started to kiss my neck. His thick mustache tickled my neck, but it only
threw me deeper into ecstasy.
        I could feel his cock growing harder beneath me as he keep grinding
it into me. His large rough hands were nimble though, working the buttons
of my shirt off. He lifted me up and turned me around all while sliding the
shirt off in one motion. My shoes had fallen off in all the movement; I sat
on his lap and we were facing each other. He started to kiss my neck and
occasionally caught a small bit of skin and gently bit it, careful to not
leave a mark. I had never felt that feeling before, I grabbed him and
pulled myself closer to him allowing Mr. Paul to slip his hand into the
back of my shorts. I felt a tentative flick against my asshole, then
another before I felt his middle finger try to gain access to my
insides. At that point I buried my face into his chest, both in pain and
indescribable pleasure.
        I felt his other hand grab my face, not harshly but to guide me and
brought my lips to his. I felt his fat tongue enter my mouth and
explore. He tasted of the beer we had drank earlier. The flavor soon
disappeared and I began to mimic what he was doing the best I could and
rolled my tongue into his mouth. He met this with an even more enthusiastic
push from his finger.
        The finger entered deep inside me, it felt as though everything
froze for a minute, an hour, a day. I couldn't tell you. All I knew, is
that the father of my best friend, was fingering my asshole. Slow finger
movements, back and forth inside me was all I could feel.
        I heard Mr. Paul say something in spanish as he tried to fit
another finger inside me. He kept speaking spanish. And kissing me on my
neck. Tickling my waist with his mustache, but I was deaf to the world. I
felt another finger go inside me and I stiffened up my back knocking his
hat off.
        "Calm down, mijo, not gonna hurt you. Promise." He looked so sexy
with his hat off, thick curly black hair fell around his face.
        I relaxed myself, and began to enjoy the feeling of two of his
fingers massaging me. I unbuttoned his shirt and felt his broad brown
chest. He had patches of smooth black hair that traveled from a pool of
thick hair on his stomach to small wisps around his nipples. He didn't
smell musky at all, but was obviously wearing a cologne. I took a deep
breath of this smell and he pulled his fingers out.
        He lifted me up once again and placed me on my back. He staggered
onto his feet, and unbuttoned his pants sliding them down around his
ankles. He grabbed himself through his underwear. You could see where his
cock began, and where it ran down his leg ending defined by a large wet
spot.
        He reached into his underwear and pulled out his large manhood. It
was much bigger around than his wrist and could easily have snaked it's way
out of his underwear. He allowed the elastic of his boxer-briefs to sit
underneath his furry testicles. His cock was smaller at the tip but lead to
a fat middle and continued to grow to the base where it was nested in a
pile of smooth jet-black hair. I saw a drop of pre-cum form and fly off as
he slid his foreskin off the light brown head and slapped his cock into his
cupped left hand. I sat up at eye-level with Mr. Paul's fat cock and stared
at the tool that made my best-friend.
        He ran his hand through my hair, while he worked his foreskin on
and off shiny cockhead. His hand stopped on the back of my head and pushed
my face toward his fuck-stick. There it stood by itself, twitching as
Mr. Paul held my head with both hands. I opened my mouth and licked the
head with my tongue. I was rewarded with a small gush of a salt-sweet
pre-cum. I grabbed the base of his massive cock but wasn't able to fit my
hand around it. He began to work his hips back and forth, and I allowed his
cock to enter further into my mouth. He started saying something loud in
spanish, and pulled my mouth off the tip of his penis.
         "Play with my nuts." He said and directed my mouth lower down. I
could only fit one of the large testicles in my mouth but I licked them
with my tongue, which felt weird because of the hair that covered them. He
let out an enthusiastic grunt to let me know I was doing a good job. I
could feel some pre-cum drip onto my face. Mr. Paul wiped it off with his
thumb and put it in my mouth, he kept his thumb there and looked me in the
eyes.
        "Gonna cum in your mouth, okay mijo?" he smiled. "Don't swallow,
keep it in your mouth."
        "Okay." I said after he took his thumb out, he
wrapped his hand around the base of his shaft. "Spit on it." He
offered the thick shaft for me to spit on and I obliged. He used the saliva
to cover his whole cock and began to work it back and forth..
        "My nuts and open your mouth." I wrapped my hand around his full
nutsack and rolled his nuts in my hand. "Yeah, like that." He kissed me and
told me to spit on his cock again.
        "Abre la boca, mijo. Your mouth!" I was just able to wrap my lips
around the head when Mr. Paul grabbed fistfuls of hair in the back of my
head and thrusted his cock deep. I felt his cock pulse in my mouth as it
began to fill up with his seed. His cum was thick, and shot strongly into
the back of my throat. I forced myself not to swallow, so I could follow
Mr. Paul's orders and kept it in my mouth.
        I felt Mr. Paul's cock twitch a few times and he thrusted in deep
one last time before he pulled out. I could feel some cum running out onto
my chin but before it could drip off, Mr. Paul's thumb scooped it up and
put in back in my mouth.
        "Did you swallow?" he said, obviously out of breath, I shook my
head and said "Unh-uh" with a full mouth. Mr. Paul leaned down a licked my
chin when the cum had ran out.
        He licked his lips and then placed his against mine. His tongue
entered my mouth to scoop out his own thick seed. He pulled it all into his
mouth and then pushed it back into mine. He took a long breath and stuck
his tongue deeper into my mouth and pulled it all out once again and
swallowed it. He kept kissing me, and I kissed back. I could feel his cock
still leaking cum onto my chest.
        He stood up and pulled his pants back on and walked out of the
room. I followed because I could hear him pissing again. I walked up right
beside him and started pissing too. He looked down at me and kissed me
hard. I reached over and held his cock and directed his piss flow into the
toilet bowl. When he was done, I pinched the head and shook it like he had
done earlier. He stuffed his manhood back into his pants and buttoned and
buckled up. He told me to get redressed and stuck his hand back into my
pants and rammed a finger in my asshole one last time. I moaned again, he
pulled his finger out and slapped me on the ass. Not hard, but just enough
to feel it.
        I got my shirt back on and went into the kitchen to find that
Mr. Paul had already finished two more beers already and gotten his hat
back on his head. He had gotten the radio from the storage closet and had
his keys in hand. He slapped my ass again and we walked out the door to his
SUV. We got in and headed down the street to the cookout.


I have several stories, a few more related to the Rios Family, some not at
all. I hope you enjoyed this story enough to bust a nut. Feel free to email
me at