From: Philip Rudolph (bruisersf@aol.com)

Subject: A Yaqui Boy in America

A Yaqui boy in America

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Part 1

It was not hard for Felipe to cross the border from his home in Mexico and find a job in Drexel Heights, Arizona, a town of about 24,000 people just west of Tucson.  Felipe was only 16 years old, but he was a good-looking kid and his family knew he would be successful in the United States. He was willing to go knowing that if he got a job in the U.S., he would be able to send money to his family. For Felipe, helping his family was paramount.

Using a “coyote” as a guide, he and about eight others just walked across the border on a moonless night walking north along the “Valley of Death.”  It was called that because so many people died of dehydration on the trek.

But Felipe paid 5,000 pesos to a man reputed to be a good, honest coyote. Felipe’s family raised the money to give their son a chance at a better life in the United States, knowing he would send money back to them.  The family found it hard to live growing corn, beans, and squash and fishing in the Rio Yaqui.

At times, Felipe missed his family and remembered the good times he’d had.  He was a happy boy and, although his family was poor, he was very content to be surrounded by his family.  But he understood why he was chosen to cross the border and the need to earn some money for his family.

The coyote was as good as his word.  After crossing at night, they walked north until sunrise.  Then they sought shelter from the blazing sun.  Everyone had brought their own food and water and very careful to not consume it all at once.  At sunset, they walked again. The trek, lasting two days, was hard. They ended up near Kitts Peak from where they could see Tucson in the distance.  This was as far as the coyote would take them; they were now on their own.

Felipe was dirty from the trek; his long hair was out of control. Before leaving Mexico his family had given him a rough map of the Tucson area. Once he found his bearings, he headed south of Tucson to the Yaqui settlement at Pascua.  Being Yaqui, he hoped to find other Yaquis who would be willing to help him meld into the American culture.  Sure enough, once there, they recognized Felipe as Yaqui. A kindly elderly couple with an available room gave Felipe the opportunity to clean himself up, eat some traditional food and lay his head down.  After a few days rest the Yaquis also helped him find a job at a cafe called ‘Coyote Pause’ which was part of a lodge located west of Tucson and just north of Drexel Heights.

The owners of the café knew he was there illegally but welcomed him. They gave him a job in the kitchen, washing dishes and clearing tables after customers had eaten.  The owners were white but wanted to help this handsome young man and were very good to him. The cafe was open from 7:30 a.m. to 2:30 a.m. Felipe slept in a small tent with a sleeping bag that the owners provided behind the lodge. It wasn’t much, but it was free and just outside the café so it worked perfectly. Every morning, he would shower in an empty room in the lodge and was at work at 7 a.m.  The owners noticed his punctuality and expressed their appreciation frequently. It did not take long for them to give Felipe a small raise, which he appreciated very much because it meant more money for him to send home to his family.

Felipe’s fellow workers were a mix of white and Mexican girls and Mexican men who worked in the kitchen as cooks.  The workers were an interesting group and Felipe enjoyed working with them.  They laughed a lot amongst themselves and shared jokes with Felipe, so he felt good about working with them. Some of the girls even flirted with him but he wasn’t interested and they soon gave up.  Felipe knew he was different from other boys but, up until then, he did not understand how or why. One thing Felipe noticed was that nearly all of the customers were white, but they were friendly, down-to-earth people and Felipe didn’t mind clearing their tables nor washing all of the dishes that a café used.

At the end of the day, Felipe could eat whatever he wanted.  He usually had huevos ranchos or a hamburger with jalapenos and guacamole together with a couple of glasses of milk. At first, American food tasted strange to him but it was nourishing and he slowly developed a taste for it.  Fries were totally new to him but he discovered that he really enjoyed them. Still, he wished for a larger variety of meals and missed the kind of food that he ate back home. That food tended to be simple meals, such as tacos made with soft corn tortillas along with a small bowl of pinto beans.  At times, he really missed his mother’s cooking.  He realized that one does not appreciate the little things until they are gone. He understood that the café’s menu was primarily intended to serve white folks so he never complained.  The cooks did a good job and at times he even enjoyed things like a burger with fries.  But, almost like establishing his own little tradition, he always had a couple of glasses of cold milk with his meal because that was what his family always had.

His pay was low by American standards, about $4.80 an hour without tips which were divided among the waitresses, cooks, busboys and other kitchen staff.  But that was much more than the 30 cents an hour that he would have earned in Mexico and he did not have to pay for his accommodation or meals so he would send as much money as he could back home every two weeks.  Life was good.

On his two days off, Felipe would hitchhike back to the Yaqui settlement just south of Tucson.  He felt more comfortable with his own people even though he couldn’t speak the language all that well.  He knew Spanish and English better because that was what his parents spoke at home. Usually, the men would sit under a large grass-covered canopy and talk or play guitar.  They accepted Felipe as a long-lost son and were very sympathetic to him.  He listened to their stories and music and tried to learn more of his native Yaqui language.

One day, Felipe accepted a ride from a man in a large pickup truck.  They chatted amiably when the guy bluntly asked if Felipe was a bracero, which is slang for illegal alien.  Felipe hesitated before answering, worrying that the man might be part of the Border Patrol or a cop.

Finally, Felipe gambled and softly said, “Uh, yeah.”

“I thought so,” the man said. “There are a lot of them working around here.”  They chatted some more and Felipe told him that he worked in a cafe near Drexel Heights and was on his way to the Yaqui settlement.

“I didn’t think you were pure Mexican.  You’re too cute,” the man said.  Felipe blushed but said nothing. As they neared Tucson, the man bluntly said, “Do you wanna have a good time?  I’ve got some beer and tequila at my place.”

Felipe didn’t drink much, but he liked tequila. He slowly took his time agreeing to go to the man’s place.  It was a modest ranch-style home cool and comfortable inside.  As he sat on the couch, the man went into the kitchen and returned with cold beer, a bottle of tequila and two shot glasses.  He filled the shot glasses with tequila and put a slice of lime on the edge, just the way Felipe liked it.  His mouth watered because Felipe enjoyed tequila and his parents did not mind if he had a shot every now and then.

Felipe sipped the beer but drank a half-shot of tequila.  It tasted so good.  He felt a warm buzz.  Then he downed the rest of the tequila.  The man quickly poured a second glass.  Felipe drank another half-shot.  Now he felt a little drunk.

As they sat next to each other, the man ran his hand over Felipe’s inner thigh. His cock started to swell.  “Let’s go to the bedroom,” the man said.  Feeling increasingly drunk, Felipe followed. Once there, the man embraced Felipe and kissed him passionately.  Felipe had never had sex with a man before although he fooled around with other Yaqui boys once he learned how to wank off.

The man started undressing Felipe until he was down to his underwear.  Then the man did the same.  He guided Felipe to the bed and lay down next to him, kissing him some more. Before he knew it, the man had yanked off his underwear and slipped out of his own. Felipe felt the man’s hard cock pressed against his own.  It was terribly exciting.  Slowly the man changed positions so that he was now on top, facing Felipe’s feet and started sucking Felipe’s cock.  The man’s cock pointed down from above so Felipe took it in his mouth and started sucking, too.  

The man’s cock was hard but it was cut and clean.  It felt great in Felipe’s mouth and he learned how to suck it by paying close attention to how the man sucked his cock. Everything felt so exciting. Then the man turned Felipe face down and buried his face in Felipe’s ass.  He started licking all around Felipe’ asshole, then worked his tongue in.  That felt just incredible.  No one had ever done that to him before and it felt so good.  He just lay on the bed and let the man lick his asshole.

After a while, the man applied a gel to his hole and worked his fingers in one at a time loosening him up.  That also felt good but Felipe knew the man intended to fuck him and he was afraid of the pain.  Then the man lay on top of Felipe and began pushing his cock into the boy’s hole. It started to hurt, so Felipe cried out for the man to stop.

The man paused and whispered, “Just relax and it won’t hurt.”  But as the man pushed in again, Felipe felt a sharp pain like he had been stabbed in his asshole with a knife.  Felipe cried out in pain, but the man kept pushing. Then an even worse pain shot through Felipe.  He wanted it to stop so badly.  The man paused and the pain subsided. Then the man pushed more of his cock into the boy.  It felt like a pipe was going into him.

Eventually, the man had his cock inside Felipe and started pulling out and pushing in.  Felipe understood that this was fucking but he decided then and there, he didn’t like it. After a few minutes, the pain subsided and was replaced with an odd sense of pleasure. After a while, the man withdrew his cock and flipped Felipe onto his back and lifted Felipe’s legs onto his shoulders.  Then he shoved his cock into Felipe’s asshole again.  This felt different.  The man’s cock sunk deeper into Felipe and hurt a bit more at first. But, after a few minutes, it felt good and Felipe’s cock got rock hard.  The boy didn’t understand it, but the man was rubbing against his prostate and that really turned the boy on.  Felipe just lay there and moaned with pleasure.

The man continued to fuck Felipe for several long minutes and then pushed in as deep as he could possibly go.  Felipe felt the man’s cock throbbing and knew the man was shooting his load into him.  When the man was finished he withdrew gently and turning Felipe over, he kissed him again.  Felipe realized his cock was dripping precum but he had not shot his load.  His cock had begun to soften a bit.  The man got up from the bed, went into the bathroom and returned with a warm, moist cloth which he used to wipe Felipe’s asshole. Neither of them was interested in sex anymore so both got dressed and the man gave him a ride all the way to the Yaqui settlement.  “Thanks, kid!” he said.

Felipe walked around a bit and chatted with other Yaqui teenagers.  He was dying to tell one of them what he had just done but he was afraid it would result in his being teased and called a “maricon,” which is Spanish slang for a gay person.  So, he kept his mouth shut and just chatted about nothing in particular. Then Felipe discovered there was a barbeque underway.  Naturally, Felipe was welcomed to eat so he had some grilled pork, pinto beans and grilled corn along with some lemonade.  It was delicious and Felipe was famished so he ate well. But he also realized that it hurt to sit on a hard surface.

After eating and thanking his hosts, Felipe got a ride almost all the way to Coyote Pause and then walked the rest of the way.  Once he arrived back at his little tent, he stripped and wiped his butt with some tissue. He found a little blood but, thankfully, the bleeding seemed to have stopped.  He settled into his sleeping bag and quickly fell asleep.  It had been quite a day.

After having sex with the man in the pickup, Felipe started thinking about what it all meant.  Was he gay or was it just a one-time thing?  Aside from the initial pain, he remembered that his cock got hard.  Did that mean he really enjoyed being fucked?  He had so many questions! Finally, Felipe decided he had to talk to someone.  He felt most comfortable among other Yaquis and finally decided to talk to a kid named Juan.  He was older and seemed very knowledgeable and wise.  Most importantly, Felipe felt that he could trust him.

So one day, when they were alone, Felipe told him his secret – how he had been picked up while hitchhiking, how he went to the guy’s home and how they ended up having sex.  Felipe also revealed that his cock got hard and that he actually enjoyed being fucked by the man. Juan listened quietly and attentively until Felipe finished with his story.  Then he told Felipe that he might actually be gay and how in the Yaqui culture such people were called “two-spirits.” He warned that some Yaquis would accept Felipe as gay while others might not.  After all, Juan reminded him, the Yaquis were heavily influenced by the Catholic Church.  The Yaquis were introduced to Christianity by Jesuit missionaries 500 years ago and had integrated Catholic belief into their culture, particularly with Lent and Easter. After all, he said, Yaqui embroidery is often decorated with red flowers which symbolizes the blood that dripped from Jesus at the Crucifixion.  Felipe recalled seeing such embroidery on the blouses that women wore and sold to tourists.

To help him find the answers to his many questions, Juan recommended that Felipe get in touch with other “two-spirits” person living at the Pascua Yaqui settlement.  In particular, he offered to introduce Felipe to another Yaqui teenager named Yooko.  Felipe agreed and thanked Juan for his help. The two of them walked around until Juan found a good-looking guy lying on the grass.  He introduced Felipe, and then left the two of them alone.  Felipe asked if Yooko was a “two-spirit.”  Yooko said he was and asked if Felipe was.  Felipe said he wasn’t sure, but went on to reveal his sexual experience with the man in the pickup truck.

After listening to his story, Yooko said, “Well, there’s one way to find out,” He stood up and led Felipe to his home.  His parents were working so they had the house to themselves.  Yooko promptly led Felipe to his bedroom and stripped off his clothes, telling Felipe to do the same.  Once they were naked, they lay on the bed and started kissing.  Felipe’s cock got hard as did Yooko’s.  Then Yooko slowly explored Felipe’s body seeing what areas were most sensitive.  Aside from his cock, Felipe was surprised to learn that when Yooko sucked his nipples, it felt really good and he oozed precum from his cock.  So Yooko played with his nipples a long time. Then Yooko moved down to his cock and sucked it all over.  He was better at it than the man in the pickup truck was and Felipe moaned with pleasure.  He loved it when Yooko swirled his tongue around the front of Felipe’s cock shaft. Within minutes, Felipe shot his cum into Yooko’s mouth, crying out with pleasure as he did.  

When he was done, Felipe rolled over and got on top. He slowly took Yooko’s cock into his mouth listening carefully as Yooko instructed him on how to do it just right. Yooko liked to have a tongue run over the front of his cock so Felipe concentrated on that. In a few minutes, Yooko moaned loudly and shot his cum deep into Felipe’s mouth. Without hesitation, Felipe swallowed every drop.

When they were spent, they snuggled.  “I think you are gay,” Yooko said softly.  “You liked that too much for a straight boy.”

That was when Felipe realized for sure that he was gay.  They got dressed and went back to grass canopy where the men were gathered.  Someone gave Felipe a soda which he drank greedily. Later that afternoon, he hitchhiked back to Coyote Pause, ate dinner and settled into his tent.  While visiting with Yooko, he realized and accepted that he had learned something entirely new about himself. Once Felipe accepted the fact that he was gay, he understood why he was never interested in girls like other boys his age.  He had always thought he had just never found the right girl.  Now he understood that he really liked boys.  It all made sense to him now.

Felipe started looking at boys with different eyes.  He quickly realized that he liked boys who were cute like him.  It really didn’t matter if they were Yaqui or Mexican or, for that matter, white.  He found himself staring at white boys who came into the cafe with their families.  He never did anything with anyone because he didn’t want the families to get upset, particularly the fathers.  A complaint from a father could mean he would lose his job at the cafe. And, if he lost his job, he would not be able to send money home to help his family. So Felipe began focusing on boys who looked like him.  He found them in nearby Drexel Heights which was only about seven miles away from the cafe.  It was easy to walk two miles down Kinney Road, then hitchhike or walk the rest of the way on State Highway 86.

There wasn’t much in Drexel Heights, but it was about 60 percent Latino and 12 percent Indian, some of whom were Yaqui.  There was also a community swimming pool which cost only $3 to use and there was a park with a baseball field, a basketball court and a Catholic Church. Felipe liked to swim so he hung around the swimming pool, eyeing the cute boys in their swim trunks.  But the pool was dominated by little kids so Felipe gave up going there. He also hung out a lot at the basketball court where the boys often played without shirts.  He watched them hungrily as they got all hot and sweaty. It made his dick hard.

Felipe got along easily with people so it was easy to strike up friendships with cute boys. After a while Felipe, who really hadn’t figured out the meaning of gaydar, could tell which boys might be gay so he chatted with them a lot. Then he found one, a Mexican boy, named Giovanni who gave him a longing, second look.  Giovanni was very attractive and Felipe wanted him very badly. The two of them chatted a while and sensed that they were both gay. From there, they soon agreed to go to Giovanni’s house whose parents were at work. Once there, they went to Giovanni’s bedroom started kissing.  Giovanni was a very good kisser and Felipe loved his soft lips and the taste of his mouth.

In minutes, they quickly stripped off all their clothes.  Judging from their hard cocks, it was obvious that they were both very horny.  They got on the bed and started kissing and rubbing against each other’s naked bodies. Felipe was the first one to slide down and start sucking Giovanni’s cock.  Giovanni lay back and just moaned with pleasure.  Felipe loved the feel of Giovanni’s hard cock in his mouth. Felipe used everything he had learned from Yooko to give pleasure to his new boyfriend and it did not take long before Giovanni shot his cum all over Felipe’s face.  Felipe loved the sweet taste of his cum.

Then they switched places and Giovanni sucked Felipe’s cock.  He was good at it and Felipe enjoyed it.  He held off as long as he could, then shot his cum down Giovanni’s throat.  Giovanni gently pushed Filipe back a little to let some cum spill on his face but swallowed every drop of the rest.  When Felipe started shooting his cum, Giovanni looked up at him to make sure Felipe was getting the maximum pleasure. It felt so good for Felipe to cum in another boy’s face and down his throat.  Felipe could not imagine anything feeling better.

After just laying and cuddling for a while, the two boys got dressed, drank a soda, kissed and Felipe headed home.  He felt great.  Felipe saw Giovanni a lot.  He liked his sense of humor and willingness to introduce Felipe to his friends. But mostly, he loved having sex with Giovanni, who was always eager for sex.  They spent many afternoons on Felipe’s days off in Giovanni’s bedroom, naked and kissing and sucking each other’s cock.

Then one day, Giovanni introduced Felipe to a white boy named Steven.  From the way Steven looked at him up and down, Felipe knew he was gay.  So Giovanni encouraged them to go off and have a good time. Felipe had never had sex with a white boy before so he was fascinated by Steven’s milky-white skin.  They went to Steven’s house and started kissing in the backyard.  Felipe was nervous that they might be seen, but Steven pointed out that his yard was surrounded by a high brick wall and a hillside so it was safe.  Steven also turned out to be a good kisser.

In just minutes, they were naked and Steven leaned Felipe over a hammock, slowly entered him and started fucking his ass.  Steven wasn’t that big so it didn’t hurt as much as it had the first time. The initial pain quickly turned to pleasure as Steven pounded his ass. After a while, he lay Felipe on a blanket on the ground and fucked him again.  It felt wonderful.  Felipe just lay there and enjoyed the fucking he was getting from the boy laying along his back.

Then Steven suggested something new.  “Fuck me!” he said.  Felipe had never been the one to do the fucking but he was so turned on by the very idea that it only took him seconds to agree.  After changing positions, he slowly entered Steven’s ass and started the in-and-out motion.  As he fucked Steven, Felipe instinctively leaned in and nibbled on Steven’s ear.  They both enjoyed that. Gawd! It felt good!  From his moans, Felipe could tell that Steven enjoyed being fucked.  So Felipe kept going.  He was so turned-on that in less than 10 minutes, he shot his cum deep into Steven’s ass.  Both of them cried out with pleasure.

When Felipe was done, they got up, went into the house and took a shower together, playing with each other’s cocks several times.  One thing led to another and being the horny boys they were both boys emptied their balls down each other’s throats. Then, after drying each other off, they got dressed and Felipe walked back to the basketball court. Before he left, Steven made Felipe promise that he would come back and spend more time with him.

“Have a good time?” Giovanni giggled.

“Yeah, it was great,” Felipe said.

It was getting late in the day so he hitchhiked back to Coyote Pause and ate dinner.  He had to work the next day so he went to bed early.

Over time, Felipe had sex with lots of guys, both Latino and white, and of different ages.  He was having a great time. One day, Felipe was hitchhiking into Tucson to visit the Yaqui settlement.  An older Latino guy in a late-model car picked him up.  They chatted a while about nothing in particular.  Then the man said, “You’re awfully cute!  Do you play around?”

Felipe paused, then said, “Thanks for the compliment.  Yeah, I play around a bit.”

“Good!” the man said.  “Let’s go to my house and fuck.”

Felipe was surprised at the man’s bluntness and looked him over.  He was a decent-looking man, bigger than Felipe and flashing a big grin.  If it was not for the fact that Felipe was extremely horny, he would have probably declined the invitation.  But instead, he said, “Yeah, sure!”

They drove to the man’s ranch-style house where the man, who said his name was Pedro, poured them some shots of tequila. That settled it. Felipe quickly drank a shot and Pedro poured him another. Felipe could feel a warm buzz from the alcohol when Pedro guided him into his bedroom. They both stripped naked and Felipe saw that Pedro had a fairly big cock. They lay on the floor and Felipe sucked Pedro’s cock like a hungry dog.

Then Pedro greased his asshole and his cock with some kind of lubricant and penetrated Felipe from behind.  It felt great to have a cock in his ass again.  Pedro stopped kissing him and instead just concentrated on fucking this cute boy. He pounded Felipe’s ass for almost a half-hour, holding back as long as he could.  Then with a grunt, he finally shot his cum deep into Felipe’s guts.  Felipe loved the feeling of warm cum gushing into him and jerked himself off. When Pedro was finished, he pulled out his cock and, reaching to a small table nearby, he handed Felipe a small towel to wipe his ass.  Then they got dressed and Pedro gave Felipe a ride to the Yaqui settlement.

“Thanks, kid” Pedro said.

“Thank you, Pedro,” Felipe replied and wandered off to meet his friends in the settlement and tell them what he had just done.  Yooko had warned Felipe to be careful hitchhiking, but still wanted to know all the details of what the fucking was like.  Felipe told him everything.

Felipe heard Yooko’s warning, but didn’t pay attention.  Instead, he was realizing that he could trade on his good looks for sex anytime he wanted it.  He was excited about the possibilities so he decided to venture into Tucson and go to a gay bar. He heard about the Venture-N on 6th Street so he decided to hitchhike there.  It was about 10 miles away from the cafe, but once he got to the freeway, it was easy to get there one afternoon.  It was reputed to be a leather-jeans bar.  Felipe didn’t know what that meant but once he got inside, he found a friendly crowd of customers and cute bartenders who were skimpily dressed in white towels for the day.

Felipe ordered a soda and sat watching the room when a man came up to him and asked if he was alone.  “Yup, just me,” Felipe replied.

“Let me order you a real drink,” he said and told a bartender to bring him a tequila sunrise.  Felipe had never had one of those before but it tasted good.  Before he realized it, he had finished his drink and the man ordered a second one.  Felipe started to feel drunk so he slowed down. During their bar chat the man, whose name was Todd, began to quiz Felipe extensively.  Finally, he asked, “Do you like it rough?”  “A little,” Felipe answered not knowing what that meant.

They left the bar together and went to Todd’s house.  Immediately, he pulled the boy over his lap and began to spank him hard. Felipe squirmed in his effort to get away but Todd was stronger and held him in place, continuing to wallop him.  Soon, Todd yanked Felipe’s jeans and underwear down to his ankles and spanked him on his bare butt. Felipe’s butt began to burn but he was helpless to do anything about it.  So he just took it, yelling in pain.  At one point, he felt tears welling up in his eyes. Todd spanked Felipe for a long time before he released him.  Then he told Felipe to remove all his clothes.  Todd took off his clothes, too, revealing a rock-hard cock that was pretty big.

Then Todd pushed Felipe to his knees ordering him to suck his dick.  Felipe was now too afraid to disobey so he took Todd’s thick cock into his mouth and sucked on it as best he could.  His butt still burned but Todd was no longer interested in his ass. Todd had moved on and was very aggressive in his face fucking technique.  It did not take long for Todd to shoot his cum down Felipe’s wide open throat.  When he reached orgasm, he wrapped both hands behind Felipe’s head and pulled him all the way down to the base of his cock.  Filipe was now breathing through the filter of Todd’s thick pubic bush and by the time he was finished shooting everything he had to offer; not a drop had escaped Felipe’s lips.

“That was hot, boy,” Todd said releasing Filipe’s head.  They said nothing to each other as they got dressed. Todd gave him ride back to the bar.  But Felipe decided that he had had enough for one day and hitchhiked back to Coyote Pause as quickly as he could.  Once he was safely back in his little tent, he stripped naked and crawled into his sleeping bag. His butt was still sore from that rough spanking Todd had given him so he rubbed it to ease the pain. Thankfully, it did not take long for him to go to sleep.

Felipe woke up the next morning still rubbing his sore butt. Now, he understood what Yooko had meant about being careful. Felipe was no fool; he understood the meaning of the expression – no pain; no gain. His session with Todd had not been fun but, he had learned from that experience. He decided to stay away from Venture-N or any guy who indicated that he liked it “rough.”  In the weeks that followed the Todd affair, Felipe went back to having sex with Giovanni, Steven and his friends at the Yaqui settlement.

But, Felipe found out that things don’t always turn out the way one expects. One afternoon when he was sitting on a bench actually waiting for Giovanni he was watching the gorgeous half naked boys playing basketball and, before he knew it, Felipe hooked up with another guy who liked spanking.  It started out innocently enough.  Felipe met super jock Thomas; Felipe and Thomas go down to the local malt shop for a soda; Felipe and Thomas start getting frisky with each other; and, they agreed that because Thomas’ parents were both working, they would go to Thomas’s house to fool around.

Once they got there, they went to Thomas’s bedroom where Felipe, sitting on the bed, began to undress. Felipe was half-naked when Thomas suddenly grabbed him, roughly pulled him into a standing position, tied his wrists together and attached them to a hook in the ceiling.  Now that Felipe was secured, Thomas finished undressing and then he started spanking Felipe with a black leather rod that had a flat piece of leather at the end.

Felipe protested but Thomas ignored him. He kept spanking Felipe repeatedly until his ass really, really burned.  The rod really hurt and Felipe tried to turn away from it but Thomas just circled around and continued spanking Felipe. Thomas kept it up for anywhere from 15 to 20 minutes all the while laughing at Felipe’s pain.  Felipe’s ass burned and he knew it was turning a bright red.  The pain was excruciating. He begged Thomas to stop but the young super jock was having far too much fun.  There was nothing Felipe could do but hang there like a side of beef and take it.

Finally, Thomas stopped spanking Felipe. He untied Felipe who fell to the floor like a sack of potatoes and then announced that he was going to fuck him.  He straightened Felipe out on the carpeted floor so that Felipe was laying on his stomach. Then forcing his knees between Felipe’s legs spreading them; he climbed on top of him. He reached or some lube he had stashed nearby and greased Felipe’s ass making sure his hole was well lubricated. He then applied some lube to his thick 8½ inches of thick, circumcised cock and began penetrating Felipe roughly. Thomas was one of those super jocks who could get whatever he wanted. He didn’t care whether he was opening or stretching another kid’s ass or whether he was deflowering a young tender virgin. His personal motto was simply – any port in a storm.

It took him a little time but once Thomas was embedded in Felipe’s ass, he fucked him long, deep and hard.  He didn’t care if Felipe liked it or not.  His only concern was to have a ready receptacle to breed. Thomas pounded in and out of Felipe’s ass for what Felipe thought was at least an hour but, in reality, was only about 20 minutes then, slamming his cock as deep as he could go in Felipe’s very sore ass,  filled him with his breeding sauce.

Thomas lay for several minutes on Felipe’s back and then let Felipe get up. He looked at the poor kid who looked like he had just gone six rounds with a heavyweight boxer and sneered, “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”  Felipe said he didn’t want to get spanked but Thomas replied airily, “Well, I like doing it.  It’s the price of admission. Now get the fuck over it.”

Thomas didn’t bother to put anything on. He went over to his bed and laid down. He watched Felipe as he rested on the floor for a few minutes and then told him he was finished with him, to get dressed and get out.  Felipe felt cheap and used, but he dressed, left the house and walked back to the basketball courts.  He was too embarrassed to tell anyone, even his friend Giovanni, what had just happened.

To be continued.

Note: I hope you enjoyed reading the first part of this story as much as I, a member of the Yaqui Nation, enjoyed writing it. I actually wrote the story at the suggestion of my editor, James FitzHugh, and he seems to have enjoyed editing it. If you have any comments you would like to make, please feel free to drop me a note at bruisersf@aol.com