Date: Sat, 27 Aug 2011 02:18:44 -0400 (EDT) From: Tom Zuelke Subject: The Good Old Days Part 2 All day long after Pepe found out that I liked to get fucked, he was way too friendly to me. He laughed at my stupid jokes, followed me around trying to mess with me, tried to help me fish, etc. etc. etc. It was cool, but with Dave and Howard, I was used to getting my ass fucked and sent on my way. I wasn't used to all the followup. On the way home, Pepe kept telling me when we get home to come over and he would teach me some Spanish. Even, as naive as I was, I knew that was code for I was going to be giving it up again. That was okay, though, because I definitely wanted it again. When I got to the house, the folks wanted to know how the trip was and everything that I didn't have time to tell them. I ran to the bathroom to take a shower and get the mosquito spray off me and wanted to get over to Pepe's house. In those days, in small towns, neighbors didn't stand on the formality of knocking at the door and waiting. You would knock, open the door, shout who you were and walk in. Doors were not locked, we didn't have to worry about salesmen, or religious vealots going to door to door or any of those people that have us locking our doors now days. It was a simplier time. So when I got to his house, I knocked and went in. He was already at the door telling me that I would have to come back next Saturday because his father would be home from work any minute. His dad would be home on Sunday and he had to work all week in the fields. Eventhough I was disappointed, I waited all week for Saturday to come. Saturday morning at 8 AM I was at his door. I knocked, announced myself and heard him yell that he was in the bedroom. I found my way there by following the voices and he was there alright, with 6 inches of young man dick in his hand sticking in the air. I couldn't get undressed fast enough and crawled onto the bed next to him. Unlike Howard or Dave, he was into touching, kissing, licking my neck, and making me feel good. Mind you in all this time, none of the three guys ever touched my cock or tried to give me a hand at relief. He slowly worked his way over the top of me and again used his knees to spread my legs. The whole time he was kissing me, sucking my titties, spreading my legs. When his cock head hit my go button, I was on my way. I helped him line it up with my hole and all the slime that was coming out of his extra skin, he had no trouble sliding into me. This time, however, it didn't just take him 3 or 4 strokes, he would fuck for a while, then rest on top of me. He would slide up in the bed to get better footing and start stroking again. The whole time he was fucking me, his dick hairs kept rubbing against my cock making me go wild. He would then hold my legs in the air and really pound on my ass, then relax and fuck me slowly. It was great and so much different than Howard or Dave just bending me over and plug my hole until they shot their load. Pepe continued like this for I don't know how long. All the sudden his speed picked up and I knew it was coming. He tried holding off for a while, but all the sudden he said something loudly in Spanish and froze like he did the first time he fucked me. He lay on top of me with his cock still in my ass for awhile until it slowly popped out. As I got up, he told me I would be his Saturday morning wake up call and that each Saturday, I was to come over to see him. That is the way the summer progressed, me going over on Saturday mornings finding him still in bed, in the shower, or just eatting breakfast. We would do our thing and start the weekend off right. In the middle of August we were in the middle of one of our sessions (me getting the hell fucked out of me) and I heard something. I told him to stop and he wouldn't. He said he was close and wanted to finish, so he did, with all the moans that go with that. I told him someone was in the house and he thought I was crazy. However, we were smart enough to get dressed before leaving the bedroom and in the front room is his father watching TV. I was totaly freaked out when his dad asked me if I was alright. I said "yeah, why?" "Well it sounded like Pepe was hurting you in there." The whole time we are talking, I could feel Pepe's load sliding down the inside of my leg. I told him we were just messing around and that I was fine. He let me know that if Pepe ever hurt me that I was to let him know and he would put a stop to it. I was so nervous, I said my goodbyes and out the door I went. I didn't see Pepe all that week, and was scared to even go by his house. Saturday morning came and I wanted to see Pepe to see what happened when I left, so off went. I knocked on the door, yelled I was there and walked into the house. I could hear him in the shower, so as I went by I told him to hurry up so his dad would catch us again. As I left the bathroom, being the little shit that I was, I flushed the toilet to screw up the water temperature in the shower. I went to the bedroom, got undressed, pulled out the fuck books that he stole from his dad and the men's muscle building magazine and waited. Shortly, I heard the shower shut off and two seconds later, Mr. Martinez walks into the bedroom stark ass naked with a hardon that scared the crap out of me. It seemed to be 7 inches long and huge around, like a soda can. It was purplish reddish brown with a big bush of hair. He says, "so you like getting fucked by Pepe, huh?" I was so scared, I didn't say a word. At this point he is jacking his cock and pulling the skin back so I can see the head. He just keeps staring at me. He asks me if Pepe is the only one that is fucking me and I tell him no that Howard and Dave also fuck me when they want. I see that he has a jar of something and is rubbing it on his dick and takes a finger full and reached between my legs and stuffs it in my hole. It was cold and slippery. His finger slips in and out several times and he reaches up and grabs my cock and jacks on me. I didn't know what it was but it felt wonderful. He ask me if any grown men had fucked me and I told him no, just the three boys. He liked that and told me that was good, that he would be the first grownup to fuck me and I would be the first boy he ever fucked. He said that as long as he had been away from his wife, he had to fuck someone. I was scared shitless and he grabbed my legs, lifted them up and took aim at me hole. He was nice enough that he decided to play with my hole to get me loosened up before he started the attack on my ass. Holding an ankle in each hand, he tells me to put it in my ass and I line it up and he slowly pushes it in. I held my breath the whole time he was sliding in because I knew it was going to hurt like hell. Oddly enough it hurt more than when Pepe fucked me, but not that much. Father being like son, he only pumped 3 or 4 times and I knew he was cumming in me. His body was shaking and he was fucking as fast as he could pump. I let him lay on top of me for a few minutes and then tried to roll out from under him. He held on to me and told me he wasn't done yet. So I remained still until I could feel him start to hump me again and could feel that his cock and never gone soft. With each stroke that he shoved into me, I could feel his slime being forced out of my hole. With one hand he held my arms together above my head and with the other he jacked on my cock. Every time I would get close he would yell at me not to cum and stop for a few moments with the stroking. I don't know how long he fucked my ass, but I could feel his heart beating on my chest, while he slammed his cock into me and buried another load in my ass. This time when he finished, he got up told me to go wash my ass and get out before Pepe got home. He didn't need to tell me twice, I was out of there like a shot. As I am headed home, who do I run into, but Pepe. I try to be cool and told him I had gone to his house, but he wasn't there so I was headed home. He told me his dad had taken the day off to do some chores and he had to walk to the grocery store to buy him some cigarettes. (remember this is the 60's and okay to do that). He told me his dad would be leaving shortly so lets go back to the house and we could do our thing when he left. I tried everything to get out of going with him, knowing full well that I have an ass full of his dad's cum. He wouldn't take no for an answer so off to his house we went. His dad greeted us at the door, got the cigarettes, smiled at me, told me to remember if Pepe hurt me to let him know and out the door he went. We went into the bedroom and Pepe got on top. He smiled and said I must really be in love with his cock, because I was all loosened up for him. I didn't have the heart to tell him, and never did, that when he came that day he was mixing two generations of Martinez baby batter in my ass. I wish I could tell you this went on, but two weeks later, school was starting in Mexico and Mr. Martinez told Pepe he was missing his mom so they headed back across the border. This did start my life long love of Mexican men. If you like this let me know at lovmexjiz@aol.com