From: fanchaph@news.delphi.com (FANCHAPHAW@DELPHI.COM)
Subject: Los Tres Amigos (man/boy, teen)
Date: 21 Oct 1994 20:28:32 -0000
Organization: Delphi Internet Services Corporation
Summary: A man/boy,teen fiction sex story
Keywords: teen, Fiction


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FROM THE ARCHIVES:
 
"LOS TRES AMIGOS"
 
 
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This is an adult fiction story, which consists of sex and sexual 
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LOS TRES AMIGOS
 
 
 
A combination of events put me in a border town in south Texas 
for a few days. Having free time, I crossed the bridge to admire 
the plentiful black eyed youths that cluttered the streets and parks. 
To the many tourists they are urchins of the street, but I see 
delightful boyhood nymphs, enterprising, and with a quick smile 
for the "pinche gringo." They are like the air, everywhere, and 
always courting the "gringo" dollar.
 
I crossed the international bridge in the late afternoon, stopping at 
a "cambio," to change some dollars, then continued down the 
main street. It represents some degree of progress, for unlike the 
others, it has pavement. Tourists, and locals hawking their native 
merchandise, fill the colorful streets. Mid-way of the second block 
I am approached by a little guy wanting to shine my shoes. He is 
wearing a much used sweat shirt with the faded logo of some 
University. His jeans have holes in places that are not fashionable 
but certainly add to my interest. A wooden box, carried over his 
shoulder, contains his shoe shine paraphernalia. Others like him, 
scurry about offering to carry purchases or guide you for the day 
or just about anything that will make a buck. If a "Gringo" stops 
very long he soon has several such boys gathered around, like a 
hen with a clutch of little chick's.
 
The little guy and I agreed on a buck for a shine, something of a 
standard price. I put my foot on the box. He brushes away the 
street dust, before using his fingers to apply generous amounts of 
polish. He says he is 12 and works the street's every day. 
Standing over him I study his boyish frame and black hair. His 
pants are a couple sizes to large, so they are well down his hips 
and gap in the back, exposing his crack. I see no evidence of 
underwear but his vertebra protrude in a noticeable line of bumps, 
leading into his pants. His thin build is typical for the street kids. 
His hair has more curl than is usual for the typical Mexican youth 
but is the characteristic, jet black. Also, his nose is more narrow 
and his skin tone lighter than a mestizo. He is slender to skinny, 
as most seem to be, and both clothes and boy are about three days 
over due for some washing. As we chat, he occasionally looks 
up, flashing a beautiful set of white teeth. 
 
He finished the second shoe and stands up. His belt has had an 
extra hole added so it will fit. It gathers his oversize pants about 
his waist, then dangles toward his crotch like a to narrow pubic 
apron. I give him the agreed upon price, the expected tip, and ask 
him where most of the guys hang out. He says, "Hidalgo Park, 
up and across the street," but, "It is a little early yet." It is almost 
six o'clock so I decided to grab a bite to eat at Hotel Reforma 
before spending some time in the park.
 
It is dark when I cross the street and into the park. I find a bench 
and sit down to get my bearings. The park is the gathering place 
for the street kids as it is about the only place to play, other than 
the street itself. The younger kids run around the monument that 
occupies the center of the square, but the older boys gather in 
small groups to smoke and tell dirty jokes. Like some other 
groups that come to mind, they all stand around grouping their 
dicks. I find the habit somewhat entertaining but hardly necessary 
since experience has proven the Mexican cock delightful but rarely 
runs to trophy size. Anyway, for my purposes that is hardly an 
issue.
 
A Mexican fellow in his twenty's sits down beside me, bumming 
a cigarette. We make small talk, but I have no other interest so he 
moves on, but not before another cigarette. Being in new territory, 
I take a spectator approach. Although there are several diversions, 
nothing spontaneous has happened by nine thirty and I start 
walking back to the bridge, somewhat disappointed.
 
There are a jillion kids here and each has his con. One kid 
wheedled twenty thousand pesos ($6.50 US) out of me with his 
story of needing medicine and even showed me the doctor's 
report. I told him I knew it was "bull shit" but he just gave me a 
twenty thousand pesos smile so I donated anyway.
 
I was surprised the streets were so deserted, since I don't consider 
10:00 o'clock late. Only two hours earlier there were hundreds of 
people jamming the sidewalks, but now only five or six people 
appear along the way. I pass the Mexican "aduana" and am more 
than half way across the bridge when I overtake three Mexican 
boys headed toward the U.S. side. I think it strange as they don't 
appear the type to have a passport or border crossing card. They 
are walking slower than I, and I pass them, scanning them rapidly 
for as much information as possible. Slightly ahead of them I stop 
to look over the side of the bridge, giving them a chance to catch 
up. Two of the boys stop a short distance away. The older one 
continues toward me.
 
When he is almost to where I am standing I reach for a cigarette, 
place it in my mouth, then offered him one. I remembered all three 
boys were smoking when I passed them so this will provide an 
introductory opportunities if he chooses. He takes a Marlboro, 
stopping to watch the river as I light both our smokes. We are 
silent for several seconds, maybe a minute or two. We exchange 
information with our eyes but perhaps more information is passed 
with what we don't say. Like the shoe shine boy, these three boys 
are showing a little wear and are obviously unsupervised to be out 
this late. When I feel we have each other sized up, I begin a 
noncommittal exchange that he can follow or reject, without 
saying anything specific.
 
"Where are you going," I asked.
 
"San Antonio," the boy answers.
 
"You boys have crossing cards?"
 
"No," he tells me," but we know how to get by the Aduanas."
 
"It's a little late to be going to San Antonio. Where are you going 
to spend the night?"
 
 "In the street," he answered.
 
"Would you like to stay with me? I am in a local motel. You can 
continue to San Antonio in the morning."
 
"Si!" His answers to my questions are simply, "yes or no." He 
may have suspicions I am part of the border patrol or something, 
but his interest is enough to continue our conversation.
 
"Are you hungry," I ask, and he replies he is, adding they have 
not eaten today?
 
I tell him I am interested in an "amigo" spending the night with me 
and I will get us something to eat if he is interested. He again 
replies, "Si." There is no hesitation in his reply.
 
Having reached an understanding, I ask where we can meet. He 
points to the steeple of a church that is well lighted and stands 
above the skyline. It is typical white stucco, it's spire brilliantly 
lighted, and will serve as an ideal landmark as I can see it from 
most anywhere. It is on the U.S. side, probably ten blocks away. 
I tell him I am parked by the bridge and can be at the church in ten 
minutes. He replies "OK" and we part. I walk through the 
customs check, then left, to where I am parked. The three boys 
walk along the fence and turn right into the truck parking area.
 
Cranking the car, I navigate the one way streets until I find one 
running toward the church. I park the Le Baron under a street light 
in front of the church and beside a park. It is another five minutes 
before I see the three boys crossing the street a block away. As 
they walk toward the church, I study them in the shadowy light. 
The boy I talked with is slightly taller, but only an inch or so. All 
three are at least a foot shorter than me. Their blue jeans that are 
well past due for an oil change. They have on T-shirts with 
various U.S. slogans. The older boy's shirt is cut off above his 
tanned and hairless navel. Their shoes are due for a retread, too. 
As they pass under a nearby street light, I chuckle, thinking they 
should have swam across, they could have used the water. Not a 
problem I think, something else we can do at the motel.
 
They walk to the car and I open the door. The two younger boys 
climb in the back. The older boy sits in the front beside me. They 
do not seem uncomfortable about climbing in the car with me but 
do not speak beyond our exchanging "buenos noches." I pull 
away from the curb in the direction of the motel, continuing to 
appraise my companions. The rear view mirror gives only a 
darkened view of the two boys in the back but the street lights 
show much more of my front seat passenger. He watches straight 
ahead but is aware I am looking him over. I slid my hand off the 
gear shift and rest it on the inside of his thigh. He accepts it 
without any recognizable tightening or movement of his leg. I 
doubt my interest could be misinterpreted so he has some idea of 
the game plan. The other two are new but willing neophytes.
 
The boy beside me is the one I have invited for the night. It will 
turn out he has some experience in such matters. I explained to 
him earlier, on the bridge, I wanted a companion to share my bed 
and he agreed without hesitation. We had spent several minutes, 
verbally and non-verbally, exchanging our expectations so I was 
comfortable he and I understood each other. I was not sure what 
the other boys understood. I had enough experience with Mexican 
cab drivers to know one gets everything understood up front, 
before the ride.
 
 
LOS TRES AMIGOS-Part 2
 
"Cual es tus nombres," I asked?
 
They tell me, Ramon, Rodrigues, and Raul. Ramon and Raul are 
brothers, fifteen and fourteen, or so they said. Their development 
seemed to match their age.  Rodrigues said he was twelve but I 
find him unusually well developed for twelve. Ramon looked the 
oldest and I assumed he spoke for the group so I mostly spoke 
with him on our way to the motel. I explained I would enjoy their 
company for the night but I expected us to have sex also. I 
couldn't think of any way to say it in Spanish that didn't sound 
blunt so I tell them I want sex with them. Ramon says that is fine. 
I look at the boys in the back seat and they nod "yes." They have 
discussed it on the way to the car and understood what's in store 
for the evening.
 
The motel is simple but spacious, with plenty of room to romp 
around. There are two double beds and the bath has a shower 
large enough for all of us. Hungry, the boys ask about eating. I 
explain we will but first they should shower. I send Ramon and 
Rodrigues to shower together, telling Raul to wait. We undress, 
casting furtive glances at each other's cocks. Two of them have 
underwear but Raul's dick is dangling between his legs when he 
drops his pants. I am first out of my clothes. Naked, I sit on the 
bed and watch them undress. Watching them has drawn my nuts 
tightly under my swollen cock. It's at full salute.
 
Soon all three boys are naked. Each of them is slim, built for 
speed, not comfort. Their hipbones are visible but not to the point 
of being malnourished, just a little on the skinny side. Ramon is 
the thickest built, showing more muscle definition than Rodrigues 
or Raul. Ramon has a pubic bush of fine black hair. Although two 
years apart, Rodrigues and Raul both have good starter patches 
around the base of their semi-erected cocks. Surprisingly, 
Ramon's dick is cut. It promises to be thick when fully erect, with 
a large round head. His brother, at fourteen, has less thickness but 
is at least an inch longer with an uncut pupicethat circles the 
corona nicely. When fully erect it will cover about three quarters 
of the gland.
 
The most interesting and surprising is Raul. His long, slender, 
prick has a double S curve that should require a caution sign. His 
meat, like Rodrigues', is uncut. The foreskin well covers the 
gland. His thick patch of hair and six inches of trouser snake 
makes me question his age as twelve. Of course, that isn't 
important. He seems well able to participate in any sporting 
activity that develops.
 
I send Ramon and Rodrigues to shower then motion for Raul to 
join me on the bed. He sat on the edge of the bed but did not 
appear very relaxed. Gently, I eased him backwards until we were 
laying beside each other, our feet hanging over the end. Perhaps it 
was because his companerios were in the shower, or what ever, 
but I detected a definite stiffness in his body besides the delightful 
stiffness between his legs. If he is nervous, his dick doesn't show 
it. I ask him if this is new for him. He says "yes." He is willing 
but has little idea what to expect. I smile and tell him to relax. We 
will fool around a little, then he can shower, and we will go eat. 
Hoping to relax him, I stroke his chest, long, slow, strokes with 
my fingertips. I rub between his budding pectorals then travel 
over his concave stomach to the base of his meandering cock. 
Gradually his tension lessened as he gives in to sexual eagerness. 
I tug on his buttocks and he rolled over for me to massage the 
tight brown orbs of butt cheeks. They are small, tight, bundles of 
muscle.  He is mesmerized, like a bird in the gaze of a cat. I run a 
digit up the length of his warm crack, detecting a slight wiggle. I 
can feel pressure backward against my finger. He is eager for me 
to deepen my exploring finger. I am almost overcome with the 
heat of fingering him when the lock on the bathroom door clicks. 
With great reluctance I withdraw from his warm wetness and 
rolled him over again. Ramon and Rodrigues look at Raul's 
double bent dick and both grin knowingly.  They watch me jack 
off Raul, their interest showing in their swelling and arcing cocks. 
I shake Raul. When he opens his eyes, I tell him to go shower. 
He turns the corner and into the bathroom and I motion for Ramon 
to sit where Raul had been.
 
Ramon and Rodrigues sit on each side of me. Ramon stretches out 
and I let the tips of my fingers explore his still moist shin. His 
balls are small and easily cradled in my large hand. The area of 
hair around the base of his cock is thick and silky black. His rod 
of stiff meat is maybe six inches but impressively hard and larger 
around than Raul's or Rodrigues'. He is the only one of the three 
that is cut. His gland is big, as round as the rest of his shaft. I turn 
toward Rodrigues as the provocative sound of his jacking off 
catches my attention.
 
Rodrigues is fourteen. His size and well developed cock agreed 
with his age. He is laying beside us, jacking off. I move his hand 
from his cock and he raises up, rested on his elbows. I grip his 
slender tube of recently beat meat. It is hot from the friction of his 
masturbating and the excited blood trapped in it's spongy cavities. 
Lowering my face to his crotch, I watch the pupicedrop over the 
gland thrusting the moist meat at my face. I stroke my hand 
toward my face and the glistening gland disappears in a circle of 
wrinkled foreskin. Moving my hand to the base of his prick, 
leaves his corona atop my encircling fingers. Gently, delicately, I 
caress the hole in the center with the tip of my tongue.  Encircling 
the head with my lips, I such it inside as though pulling a ripe 
cherry from it's stem.
 
I am laying on my side, rolled toward Rodrigues. The slight 
movement of the bed and the tip of Ramon's cock exploring the 
crevice of my ass tells me he, too, is hot and wants some of the 
action. I begin to roll over on Rodrigues, so Ramon can climb on, 
when I hear Raul turning off the shower. If the boys have not 
eaten all day they must be hungry so I decide to postpone my 
desert until I get them all fed. Reluctantly, I pull Rodrigues toward 
me and pat his tender ass before telling them to dress and we 
would go chow down.
 
As we pull into traffic, I ask where they would like to eat. I am 
not familiar with this town, but they waste no time supplying the 
name, "Taco Planque." A planque is like a circle and generally 
refers to the circle into which the roosters are put to fight. The idea 
of fighting cocks sounds OK to me so we drive to Taco Planque. 
It turns out to be something like a Taco MacDonalds. We park and 
go inside, getting in line to order. My motley collection of boys 
receives some stares as they are under-dressed for the place. I 
order soft taco's. They order a huge plate of fajitas and have no 
trouble gulping it down, going back a second time for tortillas and 
cokes. There is little dinner conversation as the boys concentrate 
on the food. I am sure they have all they could eat before we start 
back to the motel. Once there I waste no time in undressing and 
continuing where we left off.
 
I put Rodrigues at the head of the bed, propped up on pillows, 
with his legs spread wide apart. I find the view of his erected meat 
with his juvenile scrotum hanging under it is super sensual. His 
knees are arched, inviting me into the hollow. Laying between 
them, I wrap my arms around his upper thighs and descended on 
his anticipating cock. Vaseline is on the dresser and figure from 
Ramon's earlier interest in my ass he will know what to do. I 
know I am right as soon as I feel Ramon behind me, probing my 
ass for the entrance. I move slightly, helping him align his stiff 
dick for it's plunge into my relaxed hole muscle. Raul is laying 
down on the other bed, jacking off as he watches Ramon fucking 
me while I am sucking Rodrigues.
 
Rodrigues puts his hands on my head, trying to get deeper into 
my mouth, meanwhile, the jolting my ass is taking is getting faster 
and harder. Ramon pulls hard against my hips, pushing himself 
deep in me. I can feel the widening shaft at the base of his root as 
I tighten my sphincter against his cock. He is in the short rows 
and pounds his dick at me like someone possessed. Each 
contraction of his convulsing boyhood squirts juvenile jism as 
deep as he can thrust himself. Finally, exhausted he relaxes. I feel 
a slippery root being extracted through my tightened hole stripping 
it of it's remaining sap.
 
Raul, furiously beating himself off, asks if he can mount me from 
behind. I look at the double bend of his cock, knowing he will 
stretch my ass when he pumps it with his distorted dick. I nod for 
him to get behind me. Ramon climbs up the bed and lays beside 
Rodrigues. I take his still stiff cock in my left hand, slick with 
Vaseline and the juices of our fucking. Rodrigues is about to cum 
and pushes hard on my head, sticking his raging cock deep down 
my throat. Pulling my mouth off his cock, I take a breath of much 
needed air, pausing to let him cool down. I intended to continue 
enjoying him while Raul takes his turn.
 
Raul's cock, even with the exaggerated twists, is at least an inch 
longer than Ramon. He is the one that was nervous because he 
has never been with a man before but is now very aggressive, 
furious jabbing into me. The grotesque bends of his shaft stretch 
me to each side as he savagely rams me, until he has forced me 
forward and on my stomach. Putting his knee's outside my legs, 
he lays on me, propping himself on his hands so he can watch his 
cock as he rammed me. I watch us in the dresser mirror and can 
see the shaft of his dick as he slides it out to the head before 
stuffing it back up my ass. He is almost vicious with his fucking, 
climbing higher on my ass, pulling his cock higher with each 
stroke.
 
I returned to Rodrigues and his neglected pole. He is close and I 
want Rodrigues and Raul to exploding at opposite ends. Raul 
accelerates his RPMs and I increased the friction on the head of 
Rodrigues' cock. Raul stiffens, his boy juice making the double 
bend, exploding in my ass. At the same time Rodrigues pulls my 
head between his legs. I feel under his balls for the first quiver of 
his ejaculating. While Raul is loosing his load from behind, 
Rodrigues is stiffening against the head of the bed, squirting three 
or four times from his immature pole.
 
Finished, Raul pulls out me and I roll over on my back. The four 
of us fill the bed with our spent bodies. Slowly, the bright lights 
in our brains dim. The boys join me in the shower and we wash 
each other. I take extra time to soap their cocks, washing around 
the retracted foreskins. Reaching around Ramon, I wash his 
crotch, his buns pressing against my resurrected cock. It is 
delightfully crowded as we wash each other, jostled around, 
cocks flopping.
 
When we finish showering, the boys dress. I ask if they were 
leaving. They say they are, that they have some prowling to do 
and maybe they will come back in the morning. They ask if I will 
help them with eating the next day and I give them some money to 
cover food for a couple of days. I invite them to come by for 
breakfast the next morning. They said they would but did not 
show up the next day. Perhaps they are on the way to San 
Antonio after all. I leave the following morning before daylight 
without seeing my little amigos again.
 
That was three weeks ago. I have enjoyed meeting other little 
friends since, but three amigos on their way to San Antonio are 
still a fresh experience. I look at their pictures and remember, 
hoping when I am in that border town I will again be so fortunate. 
You can bet I'll look.
 
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