Date: Sat, 27 Aug 2011 14:43:40 -0400 (EDT)
From: lovmexjiz@aol.com
Subject: Manuel and me

I am a 50+ year old white man that moved into my home about 20 years ago.
About 5 - 6 years ago the duplex behind my home was remodeled and a latino
family moved in.  Not quite sure what the arrangement is, but Manuel, their
son is the only one living there on a consistant basis.  Manual is the
typical light skinned Mexican-American.  Late 20's, flat stomach, flat ass,
black hair, and a boyish smile, nothing to write home about.  He has always
been very cordial when I see him in the yard, always speaks, waves, and
keeps to himself.  We probably have said 20 words all together in the years
that he has been in the house.  Never had a big party, but has friends over
for BBQ's and pretty much stays to himself.

That is why I was so surprised by our encounter a couple of months ago.
Our alley has a common dumpster that we all use.  I was taking out the
trash and ran into Manuel at the dumpster.  He asked me if I would like to
come over for a beer.  I thought what the hell, and accepted his
invitation.  I returned my trash can to the house and went over to his
place.  He already had the beer on the front stoop and we just sat around
visiting about the neighborhood, our dogs, and nothing important.  It was
obvious that he had already had a couple more beers than I and announced
that he had to take a leak.  He just stands up, turns his back to the
street, which left him facing me, reaches into his cargo shorts, pulls out
his junk, and proceeds to piss.  I am a believer in if you want to show me,
I will look and didn't look away.  He had a nice 4 inch cut dick and hairy
balls.  The way he acted you would have thought he was standing at a urinal
somewhere.  When he was done, he just pulls his waistband out and
everything popped back in. He then runs into the house and returns with
some more beer.  I am like WOW, did that just happen?

The day was going along well and we were getting to finally know each after
all those years shile finishing the beers.  At that point he does the same
thing, back to the street, him facing me and he reaches in and out comes
cock and balls again.  This time I noticed that his cock had grown some and
he wasn't in all that big of hurry to put it back.  He made sure that he
shook every last drop off of the end and pulled on it a couple of times to
make sure he was dry.  This extra manipulation had the desired affect and
he was 3/4 hard by the time he was done.  This time he had a little more
difficulty trying to slide it back into his shorts and you could see a
definite tent when he succeeded.  Like I said before, I never diverted my
eyes, he wants me to see his cock, I will look at it.  He went in and
snagged a couple more beers.

When he came out he asked me if I was gay.  I looked at him and ask "Why
would you ask me such a question?"  He just smiled and told me that he
never sees any ladies going to my home.  I turned it around and asked if he
saw any men coming to my house and he had to admit I was right, that he
didn't.  We let it go for a while and I then I asked him "why do you want
to know if I am gay?"  He told me that he really wanted me to suck his cock
and thought that I would do it.  I told him, he was drunk, I needed to go,
and got up and left.

Several weeks went by and it was back to the normal greetings, Hi, how are
you stuff.  One night I was sitting in the backyard and could see that he
had people over.  One was his brother, some other people that I had seen in
the past and they were throwing a frisbee around, just being boys. I look
up and here Manuel is at the gate and he asked me if he could come in.
Sure I say and he comes in and stands next to me.  I am wondering what is
up, when he announces that he isn't drunk.  Sometimes my blonde kicks in
and I look up and he has his hand in his pants and is pulling out his cock
and jacking it all at the same time.  He was now up to a good 7 inches of
young man meat and who am I if I didn't help out a neighbor.  He walks over
to my chair, takes my head in his hands and proceeds to give me one hell of
a face fuck.  A couple of times I thought I had him over the edge, but he
would pull out of my mouth in time to cool off the action, so I would like
the head of his cock and suck on his hairy balls.  This did not go on long
enough for me, but he finally announced that he had to do and grabbed his
dick in one hand tipped my head back in the other and told me to open my
mouth.  He shot squirt after squirt into my open mouth then had me lick off
any remaining before popping his cock and balls back into his shorts.

As he was walking back to his friends, I heard them yell out where he had
been.  He shouted back that he was getting head from the neighbor, where
the hell do you think I was.  They all just started laughing at him saying,
"Yeah right". I guess sometimes it pays to tell the truth.


If you like this let me know at lovmexjiz@aol.com