Date: Thu, 4 Apr 2013 17:59:28 -0500 From: m a Subject: Mexican Family Down The Street - Part 3 Thanks to everyone who has been emailing me, I really like hearing from everyone. Thanks! Shortly after the Mr. Paul's last visit, I found out that his brother had come to live with him and his family. Hector, Mr. Paul's brother was an illegal immigrant, I'm still not sure how he made it across but he ended up making his way to live with the rest of the Rios family. Hector was younger than Mr. Paul, he kept his hair short and neat and his face smooth. Sometimes he grew a thin goatee which framed his jawline and chin really nicely. I started to wonder if Hector has a big cock like Mr. Paul. The way he carried himself was too sexy to me. As I said before, I was not necessarily an innocent child, and not always were my thoughts childish. I wanted to fuck Hector too, and Mr. Paul at the same time. I would ride my bike up and down our street, slowing down past their house to see who was home. Sometimes their son would see me and jump on his bike and we'd go play around together in the woods, throwing pinecones at each other, or playing in the streets. Normal kid stuff, but he never knew I was trying to sleep with his father and uncle. One time, John Paul and I were in the woods, and we built a fort out of branches and twigs. After we were done, we sat down and chatted about stuff and played with the grass we were sitting on. Eventually, he got up to piss. Surprisingly he didn't turn away or hide, he just took his short uncut cock out of the fly of his shorts and started pissing. I sat there shocked that he would show himself off to me. He started to tuck his cock back into his underwear. But before he could I decided I wanted to push things a bit further. I stood up, and unzipped my cutoff jeans and pulled my cock out and started pissing in the same spot John Paul did. Frothy white foam started building up through the pinestraw, and I could feel John Paul's eyes on my cock. His was still in his hands and he started massaging it. He started laughing, "I wish we had some Playboys or something so we could jerk off." I laughed back, and flicked the last drops of urine off. "We can still jack off though." I said. "That's what I do." "It's not the same." He started laughing again. "I wanna look at some titties while I jack my dick." "Can you not cum if you're not?" "Yeah, I can. Watch." At that point, John Paul and I were jerking off together in the woods. His cock was shorter than mine but thicker, and was shaped like a bullet, thick at the base and skinnier at the tip. Just like his fathers. He started jacking his dick, and talking about fucking some girls. I would agree with everything he would say all the while watching his dark-skinned cock. His cock stated leaking precum, and he started to grunt and groan. His hips were pumping into the air, and I could tell he was going to cum soon. I was right on the edge myself watching him. "Aww shit, I'm gonna bust!" He started shooting cum onto our piss spot and I started to cum too. He shot a few ropes and a couple of squirts, which was more than I did. "Damn!" he said "That shit felt good, huh?" I laughed and agreed. His cock was slowly softening and still wet from his cum. "I wonder why bitches like the taste of cum. Like does it taste good to them or something?" I told him that I had tasted mine and that it tasted "--kinda like salty pool water." "Damn, really?" "Yeah, I guess. What does your taste like?" "Mine don't taste like nothing." He raised his thumb to his mouth and licked off a glob. "Nope, nothing." I was shocked. I had no clue what to do next, but then it hit me. "Let me taste." He stood there, soft cock with drying cum on it and I could see the gears in his head started to work. "Can I taste yours if you taste mine?" I feigned any sort of reservation about the exchange, but I knew from the beginning that I wanted to taste my bestfriend's cum. I held out my thumb, which was still sticky and held a sizable glob of jizz on it. John Paul wrapped his dark lips around it. I could feel his tongue work the cum off of my skin. He pulled his lips off and smacked his lips. "Yours is sweet." "What?" I laughed. "Yeah, it's not saltly." he paused. "Now it's your turn." I waited for his to hold out his hand for me. But I realized he wouldn't, he had already cleaned off his own hand. So, I reached out and grabbed ahold of his uncut cock. I could feel it getting harder in my hand, and I massaged it making him fully hard. I bent down and put his hard cock in my mouth. John Paul let out a whimper, as I worked my tongue under his foreskin scooping out the drying semen. His cum tasted delicious just like Mr. Paul's, it's flavor mixed in my mouth with his sweat. I grabbed his nuts with my other hand and started massaging them. I could taste more cum in my mouth, and that's when I realized that John Paul was cumming again. This time, in my mouth. He pulled his cock out while he was still shooting. It felt it splat against my face. "Aww man, I'm sorry dude!" I wiped my face off and licked my hand clean. "It's all good." I said calmly. "Why would I be mad?" "It.. It just felt really good." He seemed really nervous. "Nah, like I said, it's all good." He laughed and tucked his cock away. "I thought you would be pissed or some shit." We went back to sitting in our fort, and chatting about stuff. At the end of the day, neither of us acted like anything had happened and we both went home. THANKS FOR READING PART THREE! I love hearing from the readers, so feel free to email me!