Date: Mon, 19 Aug 2013 01:42:40 -0700 (PDT)
From: Logan Bre <icelake.melune@yahoo.com>
Subject: CROSSROADS AT PASSION HILL part 2

CROSSROADS AT PASSION HILL part two

By Logan Bre

Disclaimer: This is totally a work of fiction and any resemblance to actual
people, persons or events, living or dead is purely coincidental.

This story contains graphic images of adult male homosexuality, rough
unprotected sex, and extreme sex fetishes. If you find this offensive, or
if it is illegal for you to read or possess such material, please do not
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---KYLE'S VOICE---

It seemed a little unrealistic to me, but it was as if I'd been dealt with
a strong dose of déjà vu. More so, after I saw the body behind the
gruff, domineering, and intimidating "familiar voice"-A set of full,
strong, and heavily muscular arms affixed to a broad, toned, and
sufficiently hairy chest. I could see the thin sprouts of hair from the
v-necked, long sleeved shirt, which did little to hide his perfectly shaped
abs and six packs. His face was the sexiest I had ever seen in my
life. There was a little bit of "pretty boy next door" and a little more of
"danger all around me" looks. His teeth were flawless and shone like the
bright full moon of the evening bliss when he smiled. Yet, he spoke with
such conviction and command.

I stared in awe, but managed to keep my mouth closed while he exchanged
pleasantries with Mrs. S. At this point, there were only inaudible slow
motion pictures before me. It was like I was in a trance. Then I felt a
slight jolt on my shoulder from Mrs. S, standing next to me. I now saw the
big muscular arms outstretched in my direction with the `familiar voice'
adding, "It's Kyle, right?"

"What?...oh yeah; Kyle Brew, It's a pleasure to meet you too Mr. ..." I
said, assuming that's what he had said when I was lost in my lustful
thoughts. I paused at the end and widened my eyes to register my faked
forgetfulness.

"Reyes. Armando Reyes" He smiled with that same commanding look and boy he
looked fine. Edible, if I am to exaggerate a little more. "I must admit,
you and Jon make an even cuter couple than he had boasted about during our
drive here". He concluded. Jon broke into a sheepish laughter, as I smiled
in appreciation of his comments.

Mrs. S finally stepped into the conversation saying, "Well, dinner is
almost ready. Why don't you boys help Armando with his luggage and dinner
will be served by the time you return downstairs". I tugged onto one of the
suitcases and Armando thanked Mrs. S for her hospitability. "Don't mention
it. Make yourself at home and please don't hesitate to ask us about
anything that you might need during your stay with us". Mrs. S smiled again
to assure her willingness to host her guest.

Jon and I dragged the heavy suitcases upstairs to the guest bedroom where
Armando was to stay and he showed him where everything that he might need
could be found: Extra sheets and blankets, towels, supplies of toiletries
and everything. We left Armando in his room and went downstairs to help
Jon's mom set the table for dinner.

Jon's dad arrived soon after we were done setting up. He went upstairs to
freshen up after greeting everyone. Mrs. S then asked me to go inform
Armando that dinner was ready and that we were only waiting for Mr. Sanford
to start eating. The door of the guest bedroom had been cracked open
slightly when I got there so it was easy to hear the sound of the shower
running. I assumed Armando was already taking a shower and I didn't bother
to knock. I would only go in, knock on the bathroom door, and tell him what
I had to tell him. Instead of doing just that when I was inside the room, I
had a strong temptation to open the bathroom door and have a good idea of
what Armando looked like when he was naked. I gave in to the temptation
with the conviction that, it would only be for a few seconds and then I
would complete the task I came upstairs to do.

I silently cracked the bathroom door open, making sure to do away with any
creaking sound. I didn't need to open the door fully, as the bathroom
mirror, which I could see clearly, had caught the reflection of the
complete body of this demi god. Damn, it was a sight to see! This man was
definitely made from the tip of Zeus's own penis. In short, his wet body
was to die for. I saw him finish washing his soapy body and turn the shower
off. Then he started rubbing through the dark hair curls on his chest,
slowly moving his hands down onto his heavy six packs. He threw his head
back onto the shower wall in excitement when he reached the soft black bush
around his genitals. My cock had now finished filling up with hot blood and
my curiosity as well, had heightened.

I watched in eagerness when he got hold of the main target - his rock hard
equipment, which was amazing by the way. It was just like that of my dream
guy and I wondered if Armando was the man I had had a wet dream about. I
shrugged that idea away as quickly as it came because it sounded quite
ridiculous in my thoughts. The dick was fat and long, was circumcised and
was attached to a set of very huge balls. His balls hang longer and heavier
from his body than that in my dream though. He held onto his balls and the
end of his dick and he shook them vigorously like he was showing off a
trophy to competitors. My dick had become so hard that it hurt. It's
confinement in my tight underwear didn't make the situation anymore
relieving. Out of instinct, I unzipped my pants without taking my eyes off
the pleasurable scene. I took out my own equipment and began to stroke them
just like Armando was doing to his in the shower. At first, I was surprised
that he wasn't using any lubricant until I realized that I was also only
using my leaking pre fluid as lubricant.

Truth be told, I was now high on pleasure and I don't think I would have
stopped stroking myself if any other member of the house had stepped in to
see me wanking at that moment. It was a really hot sight and it had gotten
out of hand. Armando was now moaning in that deep voice of his and was now
fondling his balls as well. What I was doing felt wrong indeed, but it felt
good as well. I could smell Armando's pheromones from where I stood and it
made me hornier than a goat in induced heat. Armando was sweating profusely
and had increased his speed. His moans had become a little higher pitched
and I could tell that whatever thought he was hanging onto in this wanking
session was even better than mine. At this point, my pre cumming rate had
increased with my balls aching for release. My head told me it wouldn't be
right to splash cum all over the door, walls and floor, but my dick and
balls were telling me otherwise.

For once, I decided to go with my head and tuck my hot throbbing dick back
into my pants for safe keeping and for release by its rightful owner, my
boyfriend. My dick could no longer fold into my tight briefs so I laid it
flat on my tummy where its head looked up to my head and then I pulled up
my briefs to hide it. Just as I dropped the waistband of the briefs to hit
the head of my tool, I caught the sight of a spasming and shuddering
Armando, shooting loads of thick white jizz all over the floor, the walls,
his stomach, and even as far as the mirror on the wall. I swear it was mind
blowing and by far, the hugest load that I had seen anyone release in my
life. It was about seven table spoons full and it was thick and very
white. This and the impact of the elastic waist band attacking the head of
my throbbing cock made me unintentionally orgasm like crazy. I spilled into
my white briefs, over my tummy, into my shirt, and anywhere on my body that
my leaking sperm could find.

It was only after my body had finished shaking and jerking in delight that
I realized how wrong the position I was in was. Seeing Armando grab his
towel after washing off all of his cum into the drain, I crept out of the
room as fast as I could and went for a change of clothes and briefs. What a
mess I had made. I couldn't keep those clothes in the room and risk Jon
seeing them so I dashed downstairs to the basement, making sure I wasn't
seen, and then went upstairs to finally deliver the message I was supposed
to have delivered to Armando fifteen minutes ago.

I met Mr. Sanford in the hallway as he was heading out of their room. He
asked how my day had been and I told him all about my day with his wife. He
seemed pleased with it and confirmed that with a smile. I stopped at the
door of the guestroom and told him I had a message to deliver to
Armando. He hit his forehead with his palm and added that his forgetfulness
was becoming more serious by the day. He had completely forgotten that he
hadn't said hello to his guest yet. He then said he would go say hi to
Armando and we could both invite him downstairs for dinner. He knocked and
we entered the room after we heard a gruff permission to enter. Armando was
already dressed and was slicking his long hair all back with a
comb. Mr. Sanford greeted him and gave him a hearty welcome, while I smiled
and stared at his gorgeousness. This man seems to have captivated my mind
and I couldn't seem to think straight when I was in the same room with
him. He apologized to Mr. Sanford for his gel-soiled hands and wiped his
hands with a hand towel in the bathroom. Mr. Sanford told him he was needed
downstairs for dinner and Armando explained that he was heading there
himself. We all walked together out of his room and downstairs, but I still
didn't utter a single word. My mind was doing enough talking to last me a
lifetime.

At the dining table, both men were still engulfed in their conversations
about Armando's dad's cocoa plantations while the mother and son were
cutting in occasionally to comment. I just sat there blank-minded and
smiled when I felt someone look in my direction. Mrs. S had made some
simple Ecuadorian delicacies to welcome Armando. It still looked like our
normal white rice, mashed potatoes, and grilled chicken to me. There was
also the stew made from goat that I thought was more international and it
was good with the rice and chicken. I couldn't have much since my mind was
strolling over things. I preferred to drink more of my orange juice and
ponder over how far things had come since I started dating Jon. I hadn't
realized that the subject of the discussion had changed and that Jon was
already asking me a question. "Are you okay, Kyle? You've been behaving
quite strangely since I arrived from the airport. Is there a problem?" I
thought I saw a smirk on Armando's face when Kyle asked the question, but I
made no sense of it and quickly brushed it off.

All eyes around the table turned to me expectantly and I muttered a calm,
"Everything's fine. I am just worried I couldn't get to meet all of my
housemates when I went by my apartment this morning. I am sure they are
really worried about me, but that's ok. I'll text them later and let them
know that I passed by". I smiled to assure that I was fine.

"Yeah, am pretty sure they are worried", replied Jon. "So are you gonna
come with us?"

"Where are we supposed to be going?", I asked.

"Jesus, Kyle! Weren't you listening to us at all?" Jon asked with a chuckle
and they all broke into laughter. "My dad and I are taking Armando for his
first sledding experience tomorrow. They don't get as much snow in Ecuador
as we do here in Michigan. You can call and invite your friends along if
you want. At least, they wouldn't be so worried when they see you having
some fun".

I was just about to smile and agree with that proposition when I remembered
that I had cooked up a lie to appease Nick. I assumed he must have told my
friends that I am out of Michigan by now. "That would be great but I don't
think they can make it. They are all leaving for Miami first thing tomorrow
for the spring break", I lied.

Jon was silent for a while and then said, "That's a pity, and because I
know you also miss them and miss hanging out with them. This would have
also been a great opportunity to tell them about us".

"Yeah that's true", I smiled as I knew I had made the right decision to
lie. I wouldn't want to make Jon feel like I was ashamed of our
relationship or anything. After all, his parents had accepted me and our
relationship whole heartedly. I just wasn't ready to come out to my friends
yet.

We finished with our meal and I helped Mrs. S clear the table and load the
dishes into the dish washer while the other guys went into the family room
to watch some football. I thought to join them but decided it was better I
retired to the bedroom and be sure I had left no traces of the pleasure
trips I had been on while Jon was away. When I was satisfied that the coast
was clear, I fell into my side of the bed and crossed my hands behind my
head so that my head was resting in my two palms. I wanted to make sense of
what had been happening to me so far but I couldn't. Everything was
happening so fast. Here I was, madly in love with this kind-hearted pretty
college boy from my school and at the same time, fantasizing about the body
of a stranger with an intimidating presence who I just met today. What was
happening to me? They both stirred passionate feelings inside me, but in
different ways. I was at crossroads with my feelings and they weren't clear
any longer.

I didn't know when I had fallen asleep, but I woke up to Jon humming in the
shower and my phone vibrating. "Hello" I answered. It was Drew on the other
end of the line, calling to check on me, ask if I had already reached
Chicago, and to wish me a good spring break. He and the others were going
back home the next day for the holidays. He asked of my sister and I told
him she was still fast asleep. He then asked me to extend his regards and
we ended the call. I sat on the edge of the bed and wondered how good I had
gotten at lying, ever since I started going out with Jon.

It was the second week in March and the Michigan snow had already started
melting on the ground, but there was just enough left to ensure a good
sledding experience. Mrs. S got Jon, Mr. Sanford, Armando and I some gear
for sledding after a light breakfast of cereal and juice and the four of us
headed for the hilly grounds behind the mansion to sled. I had never been
good at sledding and I thought it was always too exhausting, so I objected
to being the first to sled. Mr. Sanford and Jon volunteered to be the first
to do a couple for us to see. Then Armando and I would also have our turns.

For the first few minutes, Armando and I screamed and cheered our favorites
on as Jon and his father raced it out downhill. Armando cheered Mr. Sanford
on and I cheered my boyfriend on. He sounded so funny screaming in his
South American accent that I had to control myself many times not to burst
into laughter. Perhaps his huge physique and deep voice also did much to
ensure that. He was only two inches taller than me but I felt like a dwarf
standing next to him. On one of the occasions that Jon and Mr. Sanford
reached the bottom of the hill and were climbing up to meet us, I heard
Armando in what seemed like a whisper. "I saw you yesterday".

I was a little taken aback and lost for words. "I beg your pardon?"

"I said, I saw you yesterday", he turned to me and repeated. "You know, in
my room last night. You're one hell of a perv, aren't you? You're not just
a cocksucker, but you like to watch guys get their rocks off. I've also
seen the way you look at me and how you behave when I am around you". He
shook his head in disgust. "Fucking fag! I have been meaning to catch you
alone to put you in your place but haven't found the right time or place to
do so".

As much as this embarrassed me, made me feel depraved, and made my
cold-stricken, pale face redden in shame, I had developed a raging boner in
response to his demeaning words. I was ashamed that I was taking pleasure
in his humiliations and I didn't know what to say.

"There's not enough time. You would come to my room tonight after your
boyfriend falls asleep, if you still want to keep your depraved nature from
your precious boyfriend and his parents. It's about time someone knocked
some sense into that perverted head of your", he added.

The other two guys were almost where we were standing and Armando went back
to his usual laughing self as if nothing had happened. I, on the other
hand, could not change my mood back that quickly, but Jon and his father
never noticed the change. They handed us the sleds and said it was our turn
to race down the hill. Nobody noticed my boner either, thank God. We
continued sledding for the next hour and a half until we agreed that we had
had enough sport for the day. Armando did way better than I expected and
even better than me. In my defense, I had only a tiny fraction of my brain,
concentrated on what I was doing. We were greeted at the door with cookies
and milk by Mrs. S and I gulped down as many glasses of milk as I could to
help me forget the events of the morning. That didn't quite work out as
planned.

We sat around and chatted for a while to relax and Jon and I got to play
some video games. I was doing my best to disprove Armando's theory of me
behaving weird around him but I was barely succeeding. For the first time,
Jon beat me at FIFA soccer and that was three times in a row. We had lunch
soon after, Mr. Sanford left for the office to finish up some pending work,
and by dinner time Jon and I were making out in his room like there was no
tomorrow. There was a knock on our door and we had to end the hot
session. Jon invited the person in. It was Armando, who said Mrs. S wanted
us to come downstairs. Mr. Sanford was going to meet us up and we were
going to eat out. Jon quickly jumped out of the bed and sped past
Armando. I got out of the bed a little reluctantly and had to put my boots
back on since I had kicked them off earlier in the erotic session. Armando
was still standing at the door, but I tried as much as possible to avoid
eye contact with him. I knew he had that evil grin on so it was probably
best that I avoided his eyes and avoided the intimidation.

We ate out at a Thai restaurant and were out till after 8:30pm. We came
back exhausted and everyone retired to their rooms with the traditional
"goodnights" and "sweet dreams". Jon didn't even change into his pajamas
and he thumped into bed with heavy snores. I decided to take a warm
shower. In the shower, I contemplated on obeying the wishes of
Armando. Once again, my head told me not to heed Armando's wishes because I
didn't know what his intentions were. Yet, my body was keen on submitting
to the demands of the demi god - Also to remove the uncertainty of "what
ifs" from the equation. Besides, he was going to rat me out to my boyfriend
and his family if I didn't comply with what he had asked me to do. I feared
the consequences if that happened. It was decided. I would make sure Jon
was sound asleep and head straight for the lion's den. I got out of the
shower with only a towel around my waist, to find Jon in the continued
bliss of his dreams. I took a pair of boxer shorts to wear, but the urge to
go visit Armando with only a towel wrap overpowered me.

Finally, I was in front of the guestroom door and it took all the will in
me to knock. I knew there was no turning back after that knock. "The door
is open", came the deep voice on the other side of the door. My eyes
widened at the sight I met when I entered.

I started to mumble, "I..I..you asked me to come and see you when everyone
was asleep". He was sprawled on the bad on his back with his head resting
in his palms under his head and legs spread wide open to expose his
amazingly hot body. His enormous dick was resting on his left thigh and his
dark skin complemented his well-toned, hairy body.

"You thought it wise to come with only a towel around your waist?" He
smiled and I just stood there not knowing what to say. My dick was now
rising at the realization that he had noticed my barely-clothed state and
his smile broadened when he obviously realized this. "You like this body?"
Hell yeah, I did but I found myself dumbfounded partly because I couldn't
just admit that I found another guy's body attractive when I had a
boyfriend. "When I talk to you, you answer, fag boy! You don't just stare,
otherwise you'll regret it", he said with his face muscles contracting into
a look of furiousness.

"Yes sir" I found myself saying "I do find your body very attractive". Why
the hell was I addressing him as Sir?

"Now, that's more like it". I saw the godly smile again. "Well then, why
don't you drop the towel and come show me how much you adore attractive
bodies". His tone was cocky and with no hint of a request. I found myself
dropping my towel and carrying my fully erect penis to the bed where he
lay. It was his smell that hit me first. The sweet smell of the soap he
uses confirmed to me that he had just taken a shower and his hair had the
scent of hair lotion. It was long, dark and sexy. I was now on the bed and
reached for his trophy. He slapped my hand from that direction and said,
"not too fast, cocksucker. Take care of my pits first. Those will condition
the meat to a better state for your savory" Without hesitation or
utterance, I went straight to work on his exposed under arms with my
salivating tongue. They smelled and tasted really good. Those were surely
his most sensitive parts. He purred and moaned softly while I sucked on his
pit hairs. That was by far the most docile I had seen him. He didn't beg
nor say anything, but his gentle moans did a lot to tell me how much he
liked what I was doing to him and wanted more. Three minutes of chewing,
sucking, licking, and cleaning each armpit and his cock was already
throbbing for attention. Next, I went on to his nipples without permission
and he jolted in excitement. He had relatively thick tits and they were
hard as diamonds. I sucked on each one while playing with the other with my
fingers and he was enjoying every bit of it. I could tell his head was in
the clouds by now and I would regret it if I did anything wrong at this
point.

Slowly, I moved my hand to grab the hard meat still throbbing before me and
stroked it a couple of times. Pre cum was leaking down the sides of the
huge meat and I licked them all off with straight tongue motions along the
length of his shaft to get a taste of his sweet love juice. He muttered his
first sentence since I started working on him. "aaaahhhh...you really know
how to use that tongue, boy" That was all I needed as encouragement to take
his whole manhood into my mouth and start sucking hard on it. By now, he
was too far gone and couldn't hold on to dear cum any longer. One long and
hard suck on his head and he was coating my tongue with salty sweet whitish
baby makers. I could not have enough of it. Each spurt came with a vigorous
spasm and I could feel his body muscles clench under me. I swallowed like
my life depended on it. Not even a drop escaped my lips. I kept on sucking
even after the eight spurts were done until he softened in my mouth. Then I
let him slip out of my mouth as I raised my head and noticed the figure
that had been standing in the door way for the past eighteen minutes.

"uh oh! Looks like someone's been busted", Armando said with no shred of
pity or remorse for what I was about to face from my shocked and speechless
boyfriend.

To be continued...