Date: Sun, 15 May 2022 05:04:15 +0000 (UTC) From: "gonzalozaragoza9@yahoo.com" Subject: Joy of Sucking Straight Mexican Boys Part 11 Traveling Salesman Part 2 Dear Nifty Archiver, Thank you for your work. Here is another episode of Joy of Sucking Straight Mexican Boys which could go in Adult Youth and Interracial please. ............................................................................. This series is about straight Mexican teens who let gay men fellate them. If this theme does not appeal to you, or if you are too young, or if it is illegal in your area, then please back out now or continue at your own risk. Please note that I, Terry Tradders, did not write this episode. It was sent to me by Gonzalo Zaragoza to be included in my series. We both would enjoy getting your feedback. Terry Tradders terrytradders@yahoo.com Gonzalo Zaragoza gonzalozaragoza9@yahoo.com Please donate a little to Nifty for making this possible: https://donate.nifty.org/ ............................................................................ Traveling Salesman 2 by Gonzalo Zaragoza I was 14 years old, the most exciting and fun age of my life. I was getting taller and developing some muscles, my dick was growing even faster and I was getting hornier every day. It wouldn't be long until I had enough pubic hairs for a blowjob. I was growing up! At last my parents let me have more freedom -- I could stay out later, go anywhere with my friends on our bikes, swim naked with the Mexican boys in the river, gig frogs, play soccer, etc. But what I enjoyed most was finding cute Mexican boys for the traveling salesman, and then watching what he did with them. Mr. Sanders started looking for me as soon as he came to town because I was good at finding cute Mexican boys for him to suck. It was easy for me because I am Mexican-American and can speak Spanish (a lot of these boys do not speak English). One day one of my classmates at recess asked me about Mr. Sanders, if it was true what he did with boys. I was shocked to realize that the word had gotten out about Mr. Sanders and my connection with him. "Mr. Sanders? I answered, yeah, I heard a rumor about him but I don't know if it is true." "I heard that you worked with him selling vacuum cleaners." "Oh, yeah, I help him sell them sometimes. Also blenders, toasters and stuff like that. Do you want to buy something?" "Well, no. I just need to talk with him about something." "About what?" "Its personal." "OK, I will take you to meet him after school if you want." "Yeah, thanks, that would be good." Now I am curious as heck. What does this boy want? His name is Beto (Roberto), cute like most 15 year olds and I am sure that Mr. Sanders would like him. But I don't know if this kid is wanting a BJ or what. We knock on the door of room 12 and Mr. Sanders answers. He smiles big time when he sees this boy and I know what he wants to do with him. He invites us in of course but Beto glances at me and then tells Mr. Sanders that he needs to talk to him about something personal, in private. "Oh, I see. But don't worry about Gonzalo, he is totally discreet." So Mr. Sanders ushered us both into the room. OK, he asks the boy, how might I help you? Uh, it is a problem that I have with my, uh, thing. I heard that you have certain experience and ... Have you been to the school nurse about this problem? No? Why not? Uh, I think that this is something a man would be better at. "Well, I am not an expert but I do have some training in nursing. I am certified to do basic physicals. Mr. Sanders pulled out a stethoscope from one of his suitcases. First let's take off your shirt." Mr. Sanders always likes to take a boy's clothes off. He unbuttons and removes the boy's shirt, revealing a very nice, athletic body. I have played soccer with him after school lots of times. He is the son of Mexican immigrants and speaks both Spanish and English like me. After checking out Beto's heart and lungs, Mr. Sanders starts to unbuckle the boy's belt but the boy stops him. He looks at me and I know that he doesn't like that I am seeing this. Don't be bashful, Beto, this is just a physical examination. Let me pull down your pants and see what your problem is. So down comes the pants. Mr. Sanders then stoops down and unties the boy's shoes and takes them off with the socks. Now the kid is dressed only in his tighty-whitey underwear like mothers buy for their sons. I am getting excited -- the boy is very cute and almost naked. But what is wrong with his "thing?" Again Beto resists Mr Sanders efforts to completely strip him. Let me see! How am I supposed to help you if I can't even see it? So down comes his underwear and now the Mexican boy stands completely naked. Both Mr. Sanders and I stare at it and it looks totally normal. OK, tell me what is wrong with it? It gets crooked when it gets hard. Maybe I won't be able to have sexual relations. Well, we will have to get it erect then. Mr. Sanders puts on a surgical glove before touching the boy's cock. This is him playing the nurse role -- he normally uses his bare hands. He then squirts some clear liquid onto the boy's dick. This is a lubricant which will help you achieve an erection, he says. After a couple of minutes Doctor Sanders has the boy's dick standing up totally erect and we can see that it has a definite curve to the left. See how it is so bent? How am I going to ever have relations with a girl with a penis like that? Is there any way to make it straight? Ha, ha, Mr. Sanders laughs -- your penis will work just fine for vaginal penetration. You have nothing to worry about. Few men have perfectly straight penises and yours is not really that curved. The boy smiled and looked very relieved. Look, I can prove to you that your penis will work just fine. You know, vaginal intercourse is very similar to oral intercourse. Have you heard any rumors about me? Well, yeah. They say that you suck guys' dicks. Well, it is true, I do suck boys' dicks. But also I can receive active oral penetration from a boy. I will show you. Mr. Sanders dropped to his knees and took Beto's prick in his mouth. OK, pretend that my mouth is a girl's vagina. What would do? Beto looked at me and grinned and then started gyrating his hips. Mr. Sanders just let the dick slide in and out of his mouth, going deeper and deeper with every thrust. I am loving this show. Beto is fucking Mr. Sanders in the mouth! Beto was getting more and more excited, thrusting faster and faster and getting those weird expressions on his face that shows that he is close to orgasm. Then he grabbed Mr. Sanders head and buried his dick in all the way, held it there, grunted, and I knew that this 14 year old Mexican boy was filling Mr. Sanders mouth with his cum. Beto stood like a statue with his eyes closed and his mouth open for quite a while until he finally pulled back and let Mr. Sander's get a breath of air. Gosh, Mr. Sanders, I got carried away there. I am sorry. Ah, said Mr. Sanders, don't worry, that was one of the best mouth fucks that I have ever gotten. Thank you, Beto, you are a great fucker! And you have grade A cum! At this point I cheered and clapped! Well, said Beto, thank you for curing me Doctor Sanders. Everybody laughed. OK, you can put your underwear back on now said Mr. Sanders. Beto complied. Now, said Mr. Sanders, here is something you might do to straighten your dick a little. See how you have it nestled in your shorts? Switch it to the other side and let it get used to staying there. Since you are still growing that might straighten it some. Mr. Sanders gave the boy a quarter and told him to come back for another physical soon. The other day my dad gave me a man-to-man talk. He said that my mom asked him to tell me to stop leaking in my underwear because it leaves a yellow stain when she washes them in hot water. Dad laughed about that. "Como podia un muchacho prevenir suenos mojados?" (How could a boy prevent wet dreams?) It's normal, he told me, don't worry about it. Just rinse them in cold water and dry them in the back of your closet. Then put them in the wash basket and the problem is solved. My Dad was very smart. We think that it was probably our friend Frankie who told his father about Mr. Sanders, and he in turn told my dad that I should stop working with him (selling vacuum cleaners) before he abused me too. Dad thought it was real funny and told me what Frankie's dad said. Of course my Dad is a Mexican and probably had gotten a few BJs from men in his youth too. So us boys figured that we had to do something about Frankie before his dad got Mr. Sanders arrested or something. Frankie was always preaching to us about getting our dicks sucked. Even jacking off was a sin! He said that we would go to Hell if we kept that up! His family is Pentecostal so for them anything that is fun is a sin. I tried to explain to Frankie that we were not doing anything queer -- it was the man who was doing the queer thing, not us. But he wouldn't listen. Me and my Mexican friends were Catholics, and we always had to go to confession so that we could receive Holy Communion on Sunday. The priest was sorta like a lawyer who could fix things with God so we didn't have to worry too much about sinning anyway. Of course we were supposed to be sorry for our sins and I was not always very sure that I was sorry or not. Usually I prepared a list of sins ahead of time, leaving out the worst ones, like when we put firecrackers in peoples' mailboxes. "Bless me Father for I have sinned." "What are your sins my son?" "I forgot to say my prayers three times before going to sleep, I told four lies, ate meat on Friday and I socked my little brother for being a pest." "Are you sorry for having sinned." "Oh yes, Father, very sorry." "Then say 3 Our Fathers, 5 Hail Marys, go and sin no more. Next." Sometimes I wanted to give the priest a more interesting sin. "Bless me Father for I have sinned." "What are your sins my son?" "I masticated my peepee. "You masturbated yourself?" "Yes, Father. Is that a sin?" "Well, in the Bible it says 'It would be better to spill your seed into the belly of a whore than on the ground.' Of course that would be a sin too. But what it means is that you should save your semen for when you are married so that you can make more Catholic babies." "Oh, so I sinned?" "Yes, my son. Say three Our Fathers and five Hail Marys, go and sin no more. Next" Frankie's main problem was that Mr. Sanders did not want to suck him because he was white, not brown like us. Frankie knew that we were getting sucked but he was being left out and didn't know why. We had to get Frankie sucked. So we came up with a plan. The next time Mr. Sanders came to town I told him that I had two boys for him to suck. One was Geronimo and the other was a new boy from Mexico. "Really? Is he cute? How old is he? What is his name?" "He is real cute, nice and brown, slim and fit, loves to play soccer. He is 14 and has never been sucked. His name is, uh, Pablo. Ah, and he says that he has a lot of hairs down there. You will love him." "Umm, yeah! I would love to suck Pablo! And I never get tired of sucking Geronimo." Mr. Sanders and I spent that afternoon touring the back roads where I helped him sell a blender, a toaster and an iron by translating between the Mexican housewives and him. That is also a good way to see if any cute boys lived there. Then at night we drove down by the river to meet the boys that he would suck. We parked and got out. It was darker than heck. Mr. Sanders said that we should have brought a flashlight. I whistled and heard Geronimo respond from the thicket. Mr. Sanders followed me into the salt cedars to our secret little clearing. "Geronimo? Pablo?" We couldn't see anything. "Aqui estamos." It was Geronimo's voice. Mr. Sanders got on his hands and knees and crawled in to where the boys were. Umm, smooth teenboy skin! Are you Geronimo or Pablo?" I told him that the boys don't speak English. "That's OK, I can figure it out." "Umm, another naked boy with smooth skin. Nice body. Stiff dick!" "OK, I'll do the taste test. This one is Geronimo, I know his flavor. So this one must be Pablo ... what? He is circumcised! Very few Mexicans are circumcised but that's OK, I know how to get him off. But first I will do Geronimo." I sat down on a log and waited. I took off my clothes and let the cool breeze caress my naked skin. The frogs were croaking, the river gurgled. I heard slurping, gasps and whines coming from the clearing. My little dick was stiff and throbbing. I was still too young for Mr. Sanders to do to me what he was doing to Geronimo and Frankie in the bushes. I was dying of hornyness. A little slippery fluid started leaking out of the end of my dick. I pulled my foreskin back and rubbed it around on my glans. It felt so good! I spit in my hand and rubbed it all over my dick and balls. With my finger and thumb I pulled my foreskin back and forth over the head of my dick. It felt so good! I pretended that Mr. Sanders was sucking me. He was sliding his hand all over my naked body, up between my legs, squeezing my balls. What a beautiful boy you are he told me. Then a grunt and a gasp came from the bushes. And it was quiet again. "OK, now your turn, Pablo. No, let me feel it. Yes, you have a nice big one. Smells like soap. Gonzalo, tell Pablo next time not to use soap." Then the gasps, whines and groans resumed but in Frankie's voice. He was loving it. And in my imagination Mr. Sanders was sucking me. A strange feeling was coming over me. I thought that I was going to pee and I tried to hold it back, but my fingers kept sliding my foreskin back and forth over my glans while my other hand kept playing with my balls and reaching even farther back between my legs. Then I gasped and grunted and a squirt of slippery fluid shot out of my dick! Caramba! Did I just cum? Some of it had fallen on my thigh. I lifted it up with my finger and tasted it. Umm, teenboy cum! I am a big boy now! But it was still a few more months before I finally got a real blowjob from Mr. Sanders. Meanwhile I kept finding him boys to suck. It was easy because we had the exact same taste in boys: Straight Mexican teens, brown skin, slim bodies, naturally masculine and very horny. And Mr. Sanders raised my commission to 50 cents for every boy I brought him. That was good money back then for a poor 14 year old like me. Once I made $4 in one day! After that night Frankie stopped preaching to us about getting our dicks sucked. And it was several more months before his dad could get the police to bust Mr. Sanders, but actually he never had to go to jail because none of the boys would testify against him. But he had to leave the county and we were sad about that. I heard that he went to Del Rio, no doubt sucking the straight Mexican boys down there. Mr Sanders kept asking me about "Pablo." He wanted to suck him again. But finally he figured it out because he heard the other boys calling Frankie by his new nickname, "Pablo." So I had to confess to Mr. Sanders that we tricked him. Luckily he wasn't too pissed, in fact he told me that he wanted to suck "Pablo" again. He was getting over his prejudice about white boys. But I still had to wait for more pubes to get my first blowjob from the traveling salesman. ............................................................................. If you also have experience in sucking straight Mexican boys, and feel like writing an episode for this series then please send it to me and I will include it, giving you credit of course. Please stick to these guidelines: To fit in my series it would have to be about Mexican boys although other brown Latin Americans might be accepted. Teens only. No abuse either way, verbally or otherwise. Straight boys only. Oral only with no reciprocation. Based on a true experience. No exaggerated dick sizes. Keep it real. Please donate a little to Nifty for making this possible. https://donate.nifty.org/