Date: Sat, 7 Nov 2020 19:22:08 +0000 (UTC)
From: Tague Micheals <tag.michaels@yahoo.com>
Subject: Brazen Brothers 14

Big huge fuck-up. My bad, my fault. It's what I get for connecting stories,
like I do.

In chapter 12, it was stated that we had visitors from Seattle around
Thanksgiving. NO NO NO. That contradicts information found in another story
which mentions their visiting Costa Rica over Easter the following year.
So, pretend I didn't mention it and we'll revisit next chapter.

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Breakfast was good but uneventful, talk was light. Carlitos extolled Adan
for introducing he and I and while not giving a full blow by blow (as it
were) description of our evenings activities, he wasn't shy about letting
his cousin know he'd gotten royally fucked by me.

"I am very happy for you cousin," Adan said with obvious sincerity, "I have
been with Greg as well so I know some of what you're feelings." The
cousin's took a moment to hug and peck each other on the mouth. I didn't
get any sense that the two of them had engaged with each other either prior
to that day or did I suspect they would in the future.

Adan and Carlitos eventually left, and I packed my stuff up and headed out
to meet Andréa. My cell phone rang as I was getting into my truck so I
answered it. In heavily accented English the caller said,

"Am I speaking with Señor Greg?" I said that I was and he identified
himself as Alfredo Gomez, Adan's uncle.

"Ahh yes Señor Gomez. Your nephew informed me that you might be
interested in full time employment, is that correct?"

"It is possible yes, depending on what the work is."

"I am co-owner of villa la Joya del Pacifico," I said. I asked if he was
familiar with the estate and he replied that he was. "I do not know if you
are aware of the changes that we are going through but I am finding myself
too busy to properly take care of much of the maintenance and landscaping
so am looking for someone that could manage such duties as well as assist
in new construction. Would you be interested?"

"I would like to hear more, yes." I asked if he was available to meet with
me and he said that he was although the family was anxious to get home. I
said that I was free at the moment if we could meet somewhere. He was so we
made arrangements. I called Andréa and explained the situation and she
said that was fine and I could pick her up when I was ready. Andréa and
I had spoken about the need to hire someone permanently to take care of
basic maintenance both residential and landscaping. Things were progressing
rapidly with the business and I just simply didn't have the time to do
everything.

I located the small café where I found Alfredo sitting with his wife
Flori and Carlitos. Both adults appeared to be in their 50's and my first
impression was that life hadn't been particularly kind to them. They both
shook my hand and Carlitos explained to them that he'd met me the evening
before at the hotel. I explained to them that I'd known Adan for some time
because whenever I was in San Jose I stayed at the Marriot which is how I'd
gotten Señor Gomez's name. Of course Adan had provided the same
information so I was merely corroborating.

I explained to them in detail what I was looking for in a maintenance
man. Alfredo told me about his early work experience in landscape
maintenance and then his life work in construction, including work as a
foreman. Having grown up in that business I asked him some basic questions
that he answered more than satisfactorily so I offered him a job.

"I am more than interested Señor," he said, "but I do have a commitment
that needs completion so likely would be closer to Easter before I could
move." I didn't have a problem with that since it would give me time to try
and find suitable living arrangements for his family. I would prefer that
he live on the estate but at the moment there wasn't room. I explained the
situation. We then explored the possibility of building a small residence
on the property and he said he was more than capable of building a home
from the ground up. His experience in plumbing and electrical was more than
adequate to the task

I then asked his wife Flori what experience she had, thinking that it might
be possible to put her to work as well. As it turned out she was more than
capable at landscaping, helping her husband when needed. She also had
experience in the hospitality industry having worked in the kitchen,
housekeeping as well as office management. When I asked if she would be
interested in working for us in some capacity her face brightened and she
answered in the affirmative. All that gotten out of the way we swapped
contact information and made tentative plans for them to move sometime in
April.

"Perhaps you could come visit for a few days after Christmas," I suggested,
"get the lay of the land as it were." He said he'd like that so I said I'd
contact him in a few days with some options based on occupancy.

Andréa and I went shopping and among other things I purchased new
computers for the house and one for our bedroom.  We got back to the house
just before supper to find the boys just lounging around like lizards in
the sun. I would find out later that they had engaged in debauchery well
past midnight and again on the beach, off and on throughout out the
day. According to Jai his asshole was going to be sore for a week.

"But not sore enough that you can't fuck me again Greg."

"After you fuck me Greg," his twin chirped. It didn't happen that night. I
was tired and needed some rest. Interestingly enough the boys were of the
same mind so all just cuddled and snuggled and did some light kissing and
gentle touching. They told me about fucking on the beach and how fun that
was.

"Can't do that in Seattle," Jett said.

"Any time of year," his twin added.

The next day was Christmas Eve. Teddy Miriam and Pedro showed up not long
after lunch. Pedro was sporting a ten pound smile and the slight swagger
that boys effect the first few days after they've lost their virginity. I
was pretty sure that my friends had all but fucked his eyeballs out but I
wouldn't ask. I was also pretty sure that the boy had given it his all and
had provided a good showing.

At dinner that night Miriam announced that they had invited Pedro to move
to America with them and he had accepted. That called for champagne and
toasts, after all the clapping and hugging and kisses of
congratulations. One the one hand I was sad to see him go but on the other
hand it was an amazing opportunity for him. Too, as much as he was welcome
to live with us it was another responsibility that I was fine with
relinquishing. How much could one person do.

Before bed, Teddy and I sat on the front porch sipping a whiskey. Ted
shared that they were going to start the process to make Pedro a permanent
citizen and even possibly adopt him but would give it year to see how the
boy adapted to a new life.

"I think a year is time enough for everyone to figure out of it will work
or not. He is always welcome here Ted, you know that, so if it doesn't work
out for whatever reason, he can come back." Ted nodded his head and said
that they would visit at least twice a year and I reiterated that they were
all welcome.

"I don't typically kiss and tell," Ted said, "but, as I'm sure you already
know, that boy is a dynamo in bed so Miriam would definitely be sad to see
him leave. I should clarify that by saying, not just for his physical
attributes and abilities because he is, as you said, a very sweet young
man. And so far, it appears that the twins adore him." In the process of
the discussion Ted subtly let me know that the first night our Latino
hottie stayed hard for hours and managed 5 orgasms. Well good for him.

Ted went on to say that another boy had offered his services so they had
him join them for the night which had prompted Miriam to suggest that
perhaps they should consider a vacation home in Costa Rica. I laughed
heartily.

When I finally got upstairs the boys were hard at it, hard being the
operative word. I walked in on a jumble of arms, legs, boy butts and busy
mouths. I quietly watched as I stripped off my clothes then sat at one edge
of our multi-mattress bed. Because he was gone the first few nights, the
twins considered Pedro to be the star of the show so his cock and his mouth
were very busy. Watching the twins suck him off was pretty exciting, mostly
I think because of the contrast in skin color but also because they were
such aggressive little fuckers. I was looking forward to the time when they
were in their early teens, sperming boys and considering the size of their
father's plumbing, sporting nice healthy teenage cocks. That was assuming
of course that they were still into boys.

At one point Pedro had one twin straddling his chest with his cock in
Pedro's mouth while at the other end, the other twin and Angelo were on
each hip taking turns sucking the teen's big cock, licking his balls and
taking time to kiss each other as they worked him over. Javier, seeming to
not have anything to do, came to where I was perched, his rock hard cock
bobbing as he moved.

Javier had grown some since our first meeting. He was a little taller, the
boys' pitch black patch of moss had filled in a little more and was
encroaching down onto the beginning of his sac although his balls were
still basically smooth. His cock had grown some too, not appreciatively but
certainly noticeable. The hot Latino teen snuggled up to me, gave me a kiss
then settled against me.

"Those little guys are cock hounds Greg. It's like they can't get enough of
it. I'm not complaining, just saying." I chuckled softly as I rubbed his
chest.

"Pedro seems different after being gone with Ted and Miriam," Javier
whispered. My heart lurched a little bit.

"How so sweet boy," I asked. Javier shrugged his shoulders a little bit.

"I don't know; I can't really say."

"Maybe it's because he's moving to America," I suggested, glad in my heart
that Pedro hadn't mentioned his little triángulo amoroso.

"I guess," Javier responded, his demeanor letting me know he doubted that
was the reason but not having a clue about the other possibilities. Bless
his innocent little heart.

Beyond us the players all traded place and Jai was straddling Pedro's chest
only he was facing away from the teen's face, his puckered little hole in
Pedro's face. Pedro didn't waste a second but went right to town, licking
and slurping the tender morsel. Meanwhile at the other end Jett was vying
with Angelo over who could suck or lick the most cock so they took
turns. One licked on Pedro's magnificent balls while the other sucked his
equally magnificent cock then they traded. It didn't take long before Jai
declared he needed Pedro's big cock in his butt.

Between them all they got Jai's hole and Pedro's cock lubed up and ready to
go. The boy chose to mount the teen, straddling Pedro's waist while his
twin held Pedro's cock up for Jai. Once their bodies touched, Jai took over
the cock holding and began to wiggle it around a little bit while pushing
his asshole again it. As always, the muscle gave way and allowed the
swollen cock head inside.

"Yikes that goddamn hurts," Jai cried out. Jet was in his brother's ear
cooing to him, telling him to breathe and all the other little directions
people use in that situation. Angelo, meanwhile, was alongside Pedro's head
offering his raging preteen boner to the teenager who was suckling like a
babe at a tit.

"It is hot to watch, yes Greg," Javier murmured. My hand was in his lap
gently fondling his balls and of course his teenage cock was at full stand,
tall and proud in front of his taut brown tummy.

"Yes it is sweet boy," I mumbled. In fact my own cock was at about half
mast, and indication that I wasn't immune to the live sex show taking place
in front of me. I do enjoy watching and in some cased, not participating at
all, just watching and stroking my cock. Admittedly It was hot as hell
though. The twins were just plain cute as all fuck and as horny as any boy
could be, just as Angelo was. Pedro was a well hung 14 year old whose horns
weren't any less than any of the boys in the room. He loved sex, he loved
sex with boys and was always more than willing to bury his pride and joy in
an asshole, a mouth, between thighs even and as noted over the past few
days, a smoking hot pussy.

"Ya wanna fuck me Angelo," Jet asked and of course my little Latino hottie
nodded his head so hard he almost knocked himself out. There wasn't any
more discussion about it. Both boys did a quick lube of the requisite parts
and Jai flopped back onto the mattresses and held his legs out of the way
and Angelo got into place.

Alongside the younglings, Jai was slowly lowering his body onto Pedro's
cock, his diminutive body gobbling up the stiff flesh like a snake
swallowing a mouse. The boys' head was rolled back slightly as a result of
the feeling rushing through his preteen body. Pedro was watching the
younger boys' face intently and I wondered what was going through the
teenager's mind.

"It's in," Jet said so Javier and I both focused on his little brother's
cute little boy butt moving to and fro in the time honored manner. We
couldn't see much except Angelo's smooth balls and momentary glimpses of
his cock in the twin's ass. The little guys didn't have a lot of cock to
work with when it came to fucking but they'd all managed to improve their
actions so didn't fall out nearly as much as they used to.

Javier and I continued to fondle each other, rubbing the other's balls and
stroking their cocks. I had a sudden urge to have Javier inside of me,
fucking me just as his brother was fucking Jet.

"Would you be interested in stuffing this," I said squeezing his cock for
emphasis, "inside my ass sweet boy. Javier looked at me and grinned.

"I always love fucking you Greg," he said then kissed me on the mouth. With
Javier I didn't need to do a lot of prep work, in this case, none. The hot
Latino boy snagged the bottle of lube from where it had been cast aside and
promptly slather his cock from its swollen head to his balls. I had him do
my asshole as well and slide his finger in and out a few time to get the
inner ring greased up as well. That done he got between my legs and began
to prod at my hole.

Just over from us Angelo was fucking Jet who was moaning and groaning and
wiggling his tender little butt. Next to them, Pedro had rolled Jai onto
his back and had begun to fuck the young smoothie good and hard, eliciting
grunts and groans and little yips.

The feel of Javier's cock head slipping into my ass brought my attention
back to my young lover. I watched his smooth young face, admired the
concentration reflected in his eyes and the set of his sensuous mouth. "Are
you okay Greg," he asked, his sincerity quite evident.

"I'm fine baby boy and I'll be even better once you start fucking me." That
elicited a slight grin and he proceeded to slide the rest of almost 6½
inches of cock into me. Alongside us Jet said he was close to cumming and
his twin said the same thing and as it turned out they managed to cum about
the same time with plenty of noise and fanfare.

"Did you cum Pedro," Angelo asked and got a negative response. "How about
you fuck me then." There didn't appear to be any argument about that so as
soon as the two couples separated, Angelo assumed the missionary position
right next to me all the while telling Pedro that he didn't need to be
prepped.

By that time, Javier had slipped his arms under my legs and planted his
palms on the mattress and began fucking me for all he was worth. Pedro
slipped his cock into Angelo's tight little ass, the preteen yelping but
also telling the young teen not to stop but just get his cock in
there. Moments later the bed was rocking or would have been if we'd had box
springs underneath us.

I don't know that there is much more to say about the exercise. Javier
fucked me good and hard for almost 10 minutes. The teen's staying power had
increased considerably as had his techniques. He changed the direction of
insertion, pressed into me and ground his tight little ass around before
returning to fucking, and he talked softly. His comments were mostly about
how much he loved fucking me and how hot I was and how much he loved me.

Beside us Pedro pounded Angelo as if it were their last fuck. The young boy
was moaning and groaning like a beaten dog and crying out to be fucked
harder and faster. When Angelo cummed he was quite loud about it and thus
making me grateful that I'd taken so much precaution with sound proofing
our little nido de amor, our love nest. Javier and I came together as well,
both of us shaking and quaking and moaning and groaning.

After the fireworks we all did a cursory cleaning of the necessary body
parts then snuggled and cuddled and fell asleep.

Christmas day was uneventful. The boys opened their gifts and we adults
simply basked in their joy. Among other things, I'd gotten my boys remote
controlled big wheel trucks that could almost make a vertical climb. After
that they all spent time playing games while we adults simply lay about.

"I assume that you have all of Pedro's paperwork Greg," Ted commented and I
said that I did. "I'm thinking that we should take him up to San Jose and
get a passport and whatever other paperwork we're going to need to get him
to the US."

I agreed with him and also suggested that we contact Andréa's attorney
and see if he could offer suggestions and/or expedite things in some
way. On that note we agreed that they would head out on the morning of the
27th and be gone for a few days, maybe take in more sights. Of course that
would most likely include fucking the shit out of Pedro every chance they
could get. I doubted the teen would complain.

I'd had some discussions with Andréa about making some possible
changes. A big one was providing housing for the Gomez family. I felt that
it was going to be important to have him close at hand so living in Jaco
wasn't a particularly good option.  It wouldn't be terribly expensive to
build a 2 bedroom cottage but the question was where. Inside or outside the
walled compound was the big question. We finally elected to put him inside
the compound which, as was stated before, was a completely walled 4 +
acres, which is a fair amount of property.

We chose a far corner of the compound for practical reasons, not the least
of which was that it was close to the larger gates so getting equipment in
would do less damage to the pand.. It was close to the river so therefore
an easily accessible water source. There were few large trees close by
which meant putting in a basic septic system would be a snap. It would also
allow for a small modicum of privacy. Our vegetable garden was also in that
area which in turn was also close to the sheds that held all of our
equipment so was convenient for Alfredo. Since we had a quasi-barrier to
keep guest away from the garden, it was a simple matter to extend that to
include a small cottage. We had also talked about building a larger garden
but it would have to be outside the compound so that would require
additional thought and planning.

I'd also had a discussion with Andréa about making a change to the
breakfast menu. Because so many of our guests were North Americans and
because those guests had made the suggestions, I felt that having more
familiar breakfast items available was in our best interest. To that end we
added a small table top electric steam counter with 4 bins which would hold
sausages, bacon, country fried potatoes, and scrambled eggs. We would also
put out a toaster, a variety of breads, instant oatmeal packets, and a
platter of fresh fruit. Since we rarely had more than a dozen guests at any
time, we put much food out so there was little wastage.

Two days after Christmas we interviewed a man by the name of Renato
Muñoz, the person that Andréa had mentioned was looking for a host
position. My first impression was that, visually, he was perfect. It went
uphill from there.

Renato was a slender man about 6" tall and presented as aristocratic, a man
of good breeding. He looked to be in his mid-50's but we would learn he was
just shy of 72.  His swept back hair was black with a smattering of grey
showing at the temples. His face was ever so slightly long but not
unpleasantly so and he sported a thin mustache under an aquiline
nose. Dressed in black slacks, and open white shirt and black jacket with a
pink carnation on his left lapel, he was a vision of a suave, classy,
debonair, highly respectable and highly confident but unpretentious
man. Think of the likes of Ricardo Montalban, David Niven, Pierce Brosnan,
Gregory Peck, Harry Lennix as the character of Joe in the film Ray. Renato
was all of them, yet none of them.

"Renato Muñoz," he said as he extend a well-manicured hand whose wrist
slid from under white shirt cuffs with very tasteful cufflinks of gold with
small emeralds centered in them. His voice was a perfect radio voice, depth
without it sounding like an empty 55 gallon drum, well-modulated, smooth
like warm molasses. It was reminiscent of Ted Williams only softer or
Garrison Keillor, Hank Azaria or a dozen other famous voices but it was
still his own. Renaldo was the epitome of a gentleman. He looked the part,
sounded the part and played the part naturally, I really liked him.

Over a pitcher of fresh squeezed lemon aid and fresh puff pastries Renato
told us about his life, most of which was serving people in one form or
another in the restaurant or other host types of businesses and in his
early life, that of a radio announcer. Renato was retired but wanted to
work part-time but only for a respected house and felt that Villa la Joya
del Pacifico was perfect for him for a multitude of reasons not the least
of which was that he owned a small home in Jaco that had belonged to his
mother. He had an extensive vocabulary, extensive knowledge of spirits and
was a font of knowledge about human behavior.

"People like a man who appears to be in charge, in control without being
controlling. People also like to be entertained." At that point we
continued the conversation but Renato slid from one accent to another and
did so almost seamlessly. He went from his normal voice to sounding like an
Italian, to a Russian, to Texas drawl then to a cockney and so on.

 "Often when I'm speaking to a child or a small group with a child in it,
I'll switch to cartoon voices." At that he did a half dozen well known
`toon voices. He wasn't exactly a Mel Blanc or Alan Reed but he was damned
close enough that any kid would be thrilled and most adults impressed.

We hired Renato and he elected to begin the following night strictly as an
observer to learn the ebb and flow of the restaurant. That was fine by
me. The rest of the boys, twins included, would working as well. We
expected a full house on New Year's Eve when Renato would make his debut as
our Maitre D'. Our boys were thrilled to tears about the addition of Renato
to our enterprise and to that end he started teaching them some basic
voices. With customers and staff alike, Renato was a hit.

New Year's Eve we were slammed and the evening went off without a
hitch. Throughout the evening I'd hear a cartoon voice followed by the
laughter of children and the clapping hands of adults. Once again, the tips
were much higher than usual. We did a late dinner which ended with a nice
fireworks show and champagne. I'd hired a professional photographer to come
in who took 100's of photos for a new web page I was working on. Lots of
customers were more than happy to pose for us and of course there were
plenty of photos of our sexy hot serving boys. We managed some short videos
of Renato greeting guests and showing off his voice skills but the ones
where he greeted families with children using a Mickey Mouse or Bugs Bunny
voice were over the top. They would garner hundreds of comments on our web
page and more than triple the number of serious inquiries for lodging as
well as reservations for dinner.

On their last night with us Ted & Miriam splurged for a couple bottles of
aged Dom and even the kids got to share. The twins were sad to be leaving
but my friends were serious about purchasing a home In Costa Rica. It had
been determined by our attorney, Juan Alverez, that getting Pedro into the
US as an exchange student would be faster and easier than working the
foster angle so that was the route we chose, Juan helping to make that
happen. Having gotten legal custody of Pedro at the beginning of Summer
helped to make the move that much more simple.

When it came time for bed all the boys except Pedro said goodnight then
tromped off to bed while Pedro led me off to the currently empty Blue
Room. Unbeknownst to me the teen had made the arrangement with everybody
except me.

"I wanted my last night home to be just with you Greg," the boy said softly
the first chance we had at privacy. "All the boys understand and so does
Andréa." I didn't ask what exactly he told her. In my old room we
quickly stripped and crawled into bed. Pedro snuggled up against me so I
just held him.

"I am so grateful for what you've done for me Greg, you Andréa and the
boys. I could never repay you and before you say anything, I know I don't
have to, I'm just saying."

"Well, actually Pedro there is a way to repay us and that is to be the best
person you can be, to work hard and make your dreams come true."

"I can do that, Greg, I will make you proud of me," he said then put his
mouth against mine. I didn't bother to mention that pride in himself was
more important. The mutual kissing was gentle at the beginning but grew
passionate fairly quickly accompanied by hands roamed hither than yon over
each other's landscape. I tested his amazing butt with a few squeezes
before moving to the front and latching on to his magnificent young cock. I
stroked up and down the length, slid his foreskin back and forth over his
swollen head and gave his heavy balls some quality attention by squeezing
and gently tugging on the eggs.

It wouldn't do but what Pedro needed an injection of cock down his throat
so roll me onto my back and went for it. I lay back and let the boy have
his way with me, sucking to his heart's content, playing with my balls and
running a finger up and down my crack to just the edge of my asshole. The
boy was turned perpendicular to me so I only had his head and shoulders
within reach, which allowed me to rub his head and his smooth face.

Pedro eventually slid sideways enough for me to fondle his ass then when he
moved into his side, I had access to his cock once again. Without say it,
he moved within striking distance of my mouth so I took advantage and began
sucking his thick hard cock. The boy scent emanating from Pedro's crotch
was a thick heady fragrance that made my head spin. God, to have a men's
cologne that smelled like that.

The moans and groans and little grunts filled the room along with
escalating breathing. It wasn't long before Pedro declared that he needed
me to fuck him. Having prepared for the event, he snagged some lube and a
hand towel from the head board. He quickly slathered his hole then my pole
and straddled my waist. Letting the boy take charge wasn't a problem for
me. I was all for Pedro getting his needs met and if that's the way he
wanted it, that's the way he got it. No argument from me.

Pedro teased his hole with my cock a little, wiggling his narrow ass in
order to add to the excitement. He eventually stopped and exerted his
weight against my cock head.

"I want it in me Greg," he whispered in a husky voice, "I want your big
cock in my hole. I want to feel you spreading my ass open as it slides into
me. I need to be fucked by you Greg." Bear in mind, Pedro wasn't putting a
lot of effort into getting me inside his body. He was talking to bring his
heat level up, something he'd learned in his time with us and something he
relished. A second later he forced his body down and took me inside.

"Oohhh," he groaned as his hungry body got its wish. Pedro's head rolled
back ever so slightly as his weight took over and he slid down my pole
until his butt was against my pubic hair. I put my hands on his ass just to
have the contact with him but also to pull his glorious globes open,
knowing that it improved the feelings.

"Fuck, I love this so much Greg, having your cock in me. Ted's cock really
splits me open but I love your cock more than anybody's Greg, it has more
meaning." He was looking down as he talked, his voice barely above a
whisper. I had been pretty sure that Ted had fucked the boy but certainly
would never have asked and Ted wouldn't have brought it up. I don't think
Pedro would have mentioned it either, under any other circumstances. As it
was, he was simply re-affirming his feelings for me.

The boy leaned forward and kissed me on the mouth, once, then twice, then
stayed there for a bit tongue fucking my face. I let my hands roam all over
his tender brown ass, feeling where my cock entered his body and getting
another groan from him. Move my fingers a little lower I could gently prod
the underside of his balls but basically his weight was on them.

After some good quality kissing he began to fuck me. Pedro rose and fell on
my cock, using it as a guide. After a bit he stayed upright and ground his
hips to and fro, moving my cock around inside his bowels like a stick shift
on an old truck.

"Oh god Greg, fucking god this is so good," he moaned. I took hold of his
raging boner and stroked him a little bit without putting much effort into
it. The idea was to create more feeling for the teen, not to make him
cum. After a few minutes Pedro stopped and started to turn. I knew what he
was doing, we'd done it before. He swung a leg over my while moving the
other leg around and in less than a minute he was facing away from me. He
braced his hands on my shins and fucked me that way.

I enjoyed that position from time to time because it was different but it
also allowed me to see the action, to see my cock sliding in and out of a
boy's pussy. Pedro got a lot of action going and all the while he moaned
and whispered, telling me how hot it was, how good my cock felt in his ass
and things of that nature.  Three or 4 minutes into that he asked for a
change.

"Fuck me like a dog Greg, pound my ass like I was your bitch." It took a
little more maneuvering that the last change had but again, we'd done it
before. Having a cock of my length helped a great deal of course, otherwise
I'd have had to come out of him and that wasn't what he wanted. He wanted
me to stay inside of him. Once we got to where he needed us to be, I took
hold of Pedro's hips and went to work.

I pounded the Latino teen's ass with as much energy and vigor as I had with
anybody in my life. I slammed my cock into him repeatedly, the sound of our
bodies slapping together seeming loud to me although I doubt it could have
been heard outside the room.

I held on tight, crammed my cock into him and stayed there, moving my own
ass around which in turn caused my cock to bounce off one side of his colon
and then the other.

"Oh fuck yes like that Greg, fuck me good," the boy moaned. Pedro began
meeting my thrusts, pushing his ass back against me to get more depth, not
that there was any more to give. Sweat began to roll down my forehead and
Pedro said that he wasn't far from cumming. That was my cue to stop, which
I did. I then pulled out slowly until my cock head was right at the rim of
his hole then slammed back into him, hard and fast. I repeated that action
a dozen time, the teen grunting each time I bottomed out inside of him.

"God I love that Greg," Pedro panted, "I love it so much." After a dozen or
more thrusts Pedro said he wanted to be fucked on his back like a
girl. This time I pulled out of him and he flopped onto his back, holding
his legs out of the way. I could see his hole, still opened up from the
width of my cock. I got in place right away and slipped back inside of him,
garnering a sight from the teen. I knew the feeling. I slipped my arms
under his legs and leaned forward planting my palms on the bed then power
fucked him.

Pedro let out a grunt each time I bottomed out. I sounded just like a porn
flick; his grunting and the smacking sounds of my body hitting his. My
balls were swinging, my forehead sweating, my asshole clinching and
relaxing as I fucked the boy toward his orgasm.

We cummed together, a crashing orgasm worthy of a world record, in my
humble opinion. Pedro was crying out for more, crying out to be fucked
hard, crying out for me to make him cum and when I did finally begin to
squirt my sperm into him I saw stars.

Beneath Pedro was alternating between English and Spanish, some of it so
rapid that I couldn't understand what he was saying, not that it
mattered. I pretty much knew. I felt his asshole constrict against my cock
as he began firing jet after sperm out onto his belly, all the while
calling out my name. I continued to fuck him, slowing down of course, and
staying inside of him. Finally I stopped moved, as did Pedro, and we both
just panted heavily trying to catch our breath.

I leaned down and offered gentle kisses which he accepted and
returned. Finally he said, "That was the best ever Greg, and amazing last
fuck."

"I'm glad sweet boy; it was amazing for me too." I glanced at the bedside
clock and saw that we'd been actively engaged for just short of 20
minutes. "I hope it wasn't the last, however. I intend to fuck you again
the next time we see each other."

"I am glad to hear it," he said as he gently rubbed my face. "I'm really
gonna miss you Greg. You're the best thing that has ever happened to me. I
love you so much." I single tear trickled down his cheek and I saw his
lower lip tremble slightly. There wasn't much to say to that. My own, I
love you, would have seemed conjured, even though it wouldn't have
been. Pedro raised his head for another kiss.

"You're going to come out of me Greg. God I miss your cock already." I gave
him some instructions and in moments we were sitting with Pedro on my lap,
his arms draped across my shoulders and kissing softly. I could feel my
sperm beginning to leak out of his ass and run onto my balls. I grabbed the
hand towel and got it under him, just in time as it turned out, as my cock
squished out of him.

We moved and managed to get into the shower where he held each other under
the spray. Afterwards we lay snuggled in bed talking softly. I told him
that Ted would help get him set up with an email address and we could
communicated that way and we'd also skype at least weekly in the
beginning. Pedro said he'd like that a lot.

It was a tearful farewell when they left the next morning, everybody
shedding tears including Andréa.

"You will always have a home here Pedro," she said after giving him a tight
hug, "never forget that."

As they drove through the main gates to the compound Angelo sidled up to me
and put an arm around my waist. "Do you think we could go visit Pedro in
America Greg?"

"I don't see why not Angelo," I replied.

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