Date: Mon, 15 Oct 2007 18:10:55 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "Smuggled Mexican Lad" by Jay Roberts       Gay Adult/youth

"Smuggled Mexican Lad" by Jay Roberts  Gay Adult/Youth


	This story is a sexual story not for kids younger than 18.
	Especially because it deals with sex between males.
	There for gone you kids.  Others stay, relax and read.


The two of us spent spring break in Tijuana, we are now on our way back in
my SUV, to school in Tucson, the University of Arizona.  The "two" are me,
Jesse, and Sal.  We are both about twenty, seniors.  Sal and I are not
lovers, but we like to cruise together and sometimes share in a threesome.
Sal is the one with the animal magnetism His Italian good looks, muscles
and cocky attitude usually bring on the boys.

I am probably the prettier of the two of us, but it's his super-maleness
that wins the day.  Yeah, we are somewhat gay, but both us do fuck girls as
well.

Anyway Tijuana has the rep for whores and cheap drinks, but what the
straight population of American college boy visitors don't know is that it
is very gay.  You can find great gay bars and if you want to pay, cute kids
for sex.

We are heading for the U.S. entry point in San Diego.  There is going to be
a very long line of cars crossing the border and we both thought we ought
to stop for a soda, gas and a pee before we go further and get on the back
of the line of cars.  We both went in and left the car at the pump.  A nice
pee, (two urinals apart like nice friends, not peeking), grabbed sodas and
started pumping gas.  Soon we were on our way.

We soon reached the line.  I estimated it would be over an hour before we
got through.  We were careful to dump all Marijuana because even a little
would get us in trouble.  They usually look over the car carefully,
especially if you are a young American college boy.

Sal was driving.  He pulled up and put the car in low.  "Hey Sal, do you
smell something?"

"I was going to ask you the same thing.  It smells like piss.  Did you wet
your pants?"

I looked down on the floor mat between my legs and there was a puddle of
wetness.  I leaned down, I didn't have to put my finger in it and smell,
the smell wafted right up.  It was real ripe piss.

"Hey Sal, where could that come from?  I don't get it."

Just then rear panel that covered the spare tire lifted up and there was a
young kid smiling at us.  "You got no spare, this was a perfect place to
hide.  Sorry about wetting the floor, I just couldn't hold it.

I assumed he was Mexican by his black, straight hair, dark eyes and tan
skin.  He looked to be in his late teens, nice and lithe.

"Where you from?" Asked Sal conversationally, "Central America?  How long
you been in our vehicle?"

"I come from Mexico, Tijuana in fact.  I got in your fucking car while you
two were pissing.  Hey you guys lovers?  I heard some of your conversation,
faggy."

I jumped in at this point.  Sal is friendly and gregarious; I didn't think
he knew the import of having an unregistered alien in our car.  It made us
smugglers.  The fine and jail sentence was very steep.

I turned to the boy.  "What's your name?"

"Juan."

"Maybe that is a lie.  Quantos anos teniene Ud.?  I said in my high school
Spanish.

He laughed.  Geez he was cute when he laughed.  "I'm 18."

"Well Juan," I broke the bad news.  We are going to fetch a policeman and
turn you over.  The sooner we get rid of you the better.

Sal put his hand on my shoulder.  "Jesse, he is so cute.  Maybe we ought to
bring him to the apartment.  He could clean for us and maybe cook."

"Sal, you must be nuts.  Once he gets on the other side of the entry,
you'll never see him again, and the big if is that he may be discovered as
they poke around the car."

Juan put and hand on each of our shoulders.  We were wearing athletic
shirts and his hand was on our bare skin.  "Fellows, I will do anything to
make you change your minds.  I will go and cook for you.  I need a place to
stay anyway."  Then he lowered his voice in a sort of cooing.  "I earn my
living making fellows like you happy."

"He's a male hustler," I said sideways to Sal.

Sal responded with an enthusiastic "Yeah!"

"I am the most successful boy in Tijuana.  Everyone knows me.  I get the
best prices.  And I never get fucked, that's my rule.  Mostly I get fifthy
dollars American for just jerking off and letting them watch.  I can do
that right now, free, for nothing.  I have eight inches of hot Mexican
cock.  You want to see?"

Sal was just about the say yes but I stopped him.  "Keep you cock in your
pants.  Showing us your prick is not going to make us keep you in the car."

"But I'll do anything.  You boys must be horny from the drive and I bet you
didn't score in town.  Right?"

We both nodded.  Juan climbed over the back of the seat and crouched
between us.  In one minute his expert hand opened our flies and took out
our cocks and stroked them.  "Nice college educated pricks.  You boys are
really bueno."

 "Wait," Sal said, "Juan are you kneeling in the wet?"

"No senior, I brought a rug I found in the back to kneel on."

I suddenly woke up.  "Rug?  You shipt head that's my UA insignia football
blanket."  But my continued bawling him out was stopped dead by his hot
tongue licking across my cock head.

Sal looked over and grinned at the look on my face as I was transported
into the world of cockhood, but he soon sobered up as Juan took up tending
to me with his busy hand around my balls and took Sal's Italian sausage
into his lips, holding on to the rim and licking quickly on the back.

"Oh shit, this boy is talented.  This sitting position always makes me come
to quick.  I wish I could stand up," Sal groaned.

Then Juan jumped back to engulf my cock that was jumping and pulsing with
excitement.  I also knew that the novelty of getting sucked with my pal by
this hot boy doubled the images and was bringing me to a great cum.

Juan sat back on his perk ass and smirked at us.  "Okay tourists, you got
one minute to give you promise that you will get me across the border.  If
you don't...no more hot Mexican sucking."

Sal looked at me.  "Jesse, I want this boy, I want his cute puffy lips
every morning.  Let's try to get him across."

"Okay my friend, a hard cock doesn't have brains.  Me too, I have to get
off right now.  I'll risk prison to get my nut."

Juan laughed out loud.  Then he kissed each of our dicks.  Then he leaned
down and began a heavy sucking on my stiff one.  In a minute I was moaning
and thrusting.  Sal put his hand on my cheek.  "Easy boy, just let it
come."

"Kiss me Sal."  He leaned over and put his strong lips on mine and pressed
hotly.  This was the first time we had every made out with each other.  "Oh
Sal, I'm cumming."  Juan sucked and swallowed and I delivered a week of hot
cum.  When I finished I slumped back on the seat, my pants still down to my
knees.  Meanwhile Juan was working on Sal.  I looked at him.  The guy was
transported.  His eyes were half closed and his heavy lashed eyelids were
fluttering.  His mouth was half open and he was softly moaning.  I never
saw my friend so in to it.

I leaned over and returned the kiss he had given me.  His lips was really
hot and his tongue came out to play.  Suddenly he grunted against my lips
and his hips began a fuck thrusting.  I could hear Juan gulping and
swallowing what must have been a big cum.

Pretty soon Sal's breathing returned to normal.  "Okay Juan with the hot
mouth, you convinced us.  Get in the back in the tire well and take the
pissy blanket with you."

We pulled our pants up and sat scared to death as we neared the entry gate.
An authoritative voice almost shouted, "Step out of your vehicle and wait
inside the yellow line."

The way these guys talk, you feel guilty even if your aren't, but we were
very guilty.  The heavy guard opened each door and shined his flash light
inside.  My heart almost stopped when he pulled the stadium blanket out and
threw it on the ground.  "What the hell is this?  It's all wet and smells
of piss.  What kind of pigs are you guys?"

Sal answered in his straight manly voice.  "Sorry officer, we had a party
and some of our friends got messy.  Just leave it on the ground, we don't
need it."

The officer grumbled and then told us to get into the car and drive
through.  We could hear Juan from his lair, giggling in pleasure.  Pretty
soon we were on the open road.  He came out and sat on the rear seat and
leaned over talking to us.  "You guys are just simpatico.  Besides your
sexy.  I usually do that blowjob for money and do it the best in Tijuana,
but I didn't mind doing you guys.  In fact I liked it.  I must be getting
queer."  We both laughed.

I was driving now.  I got a good look at our unwelcome guest.  This was a
hot boy.  He was smooth faced except for a faint adolescent moustache over
his puffy pink lips.  His eyes were big and sparkly.  His features in
general were quite handsome, a perfect chiseled nose and a cute widow's
pink on his hair in front.  "You got a J?" He breathed into my ear.

"No, you dope, I threw it out when we were at that gas station."

"I got three left.  You want to stop and turn on?"

Sal said, "I would, but I just want to put in the miles until dark and then
we'll stop at a motel.  Would you like to share a bed with us?"

"A motel!  Excellent!  I never stayed in one.  Will it have a shower?  We
will be in the same bed?  Yes, but you must promise not to touch my pinga."
He did his usual giggle that somehow was manly, or at least boyish.

We just laughed.

The sun was setting, after all it was winter with short daylight.  It's
hard to think of winter when the low is 70 degrees.  We drove in to the
first motel that we came too.  We were about six hours from Tucson.  This
was the outskirts of Phoenix.  This motel was one of the chains, it looked
expensive, but when we registered, it turned out to be popular price.  When
we got to the room, Juan was ecstatic and this was fun for us.  The room
had one king size bed and a foldout couch.

Juan immediately stripped off his clothes.  Naked and cute as a button, his
tan, smooth, hairless ass bouncing he headed for the shower.  "Hey," he
called out, "One of you come in and show me how to work these loco water
tap."

I went in, he stood next to me, truthfully stinking to high heaven with
Mexican BO, which can kill you if you get too close.  But he looked like
the Roman boy in the fountain statue.  He really was a dream boy.  I got
the shower on for him and he jumped in, soaping himself and using most of
the cake.  It was having a grand time.  "Do your hair too," I called back
as I left, "You smell like a perro (dog)."

"Yes daddy," he called back.

Sal was fiddling with the TV.  "Hey they got porn.  You want to watch some
later?  After we both shower and have dinner, I mean."

Soon Juan came out of the bathroom, dripping on the carpet as he dried
himself.  "Here," Sal said, "Let me dry your hair, it's dripping all over."

Docilely Juan bent his head and let Sal rub the towel until it was, at
least, damp.  Both Sal and I noticed that the kid was erected.  He liked
being fussed over, I think.

Sal and I showered and shaved quickly and dressed up in clean tee shirts
and slacks.  Then we looked at Juan who was lifting his old, dirty and
smell clothes.  "Do you think I should stay in the room.  I don't think I
should go into this elegante dinning room in those clothes."

We looked at each other.  "Hey, I know," I said, between us, we have a
clean top and bottom for the kid."

"And he can wear flip flops, I have a new set I bought in the marcado."
That was Sal talking.  It was as if we got a pet and was dressing him.

Once he was dressed in our stuff, with the college insignias on them, he
looked like an exchange student.  Pretty attractive, I thought.

We headed down to the dinning room.  We could have beers, but the waiter
shook his head no at Juan.  "But,: he added, "There is nothing to prevent
him from sampling yours.

Juan was not pleased with the menu.  "No home food.  Only gringo food.
I'll have two hamburgers and a large dish of vanilla ice cream."

We ended up, Sal and I, drinking four glasses of beer.  That would have
given us a good buzz except Juan put away a third of it.  He was obviously
wrecked.  His eyes were slitty and his expression was stupid and silly.

"Time to get the kid up to beddy," said Sal.  "You want me to carry you?"

"Naw," said Juan, then passed out.

I got him into a fireman carry and took him upstairs.  He fell asleep in
the middle of the bed.  We got undressed to our shorts and got on either
side of him.  I was almost asleep and hear Sal's usual loud breathing.
That was the last I heard until about 2:00AM when Juan apparently woke up,
stripped naked and slipped between us and put his hand on my crotch and I
guess the other one on Sal.

Sal and I woke up.  "What's up Juan?"

"Both your cocks are up."

"You sober now?" I asked.

"Yeah, lets get high."

We sat up and Juan got three Js out of his old shirt pocket and brought
them over.  There were matches in the night table and we fired up.  Holy
shit, this stuff was powerful, maybe it had cocaine dusted in with the
leaves.  Before more than three good puffs, we were all sailing and I found
that Sal and I had caught Juan's special giggle.  We both realized that and
giggled harder.

All of a sudden Juan's mood changed.  He put a hand on each of our chests
and looked from one to the other with a soulful look on his face.  Then he
began to tear, this was followed by soft sobbing.

Sal looked at me.  "Did you do something to Juanito?"

"I didn't do shit.  The kid is so high he doesn't what is up."  I grabbed
his shoulders.  "What's with you crazy boi?"

Between hiccupping sobs he told us, "You fellows have been so good to
me. You gave me clothes, dinner and this magnifico room with a shower that
I will use soon again, but I have done nothing to thank you except that one
hands job."

Suddenly he recovered and gave a sly look.  "Hey have you guys ever been
rimmed."

We both told him that we heard of it but were never the recipient of that
particular form of sex.  Sal said, "Does it feel good?"

Juan clutched his muscular arm.  "Salvador, it is a killer.  You won't
believe it."

"Are you leading up to asking us to do it to you?"  I said.

"No, you stupido, I do it to you and my friend Salvador."

We both said, "Uh huh" meaning to express our intense interest...at least
as a new experience.

Sal, beginning to breath deeply asked, "Have you ever done it?  Do you know
how?"

"Not exactly, but I am very good at improvising.  Now no more time to
waste.  Here's how we will do it.  Shit I am still so high.  You take off
your under shorts and you rest on your knees and elbows with your asses up
in the air and I'll be able to work on both of you and not play favorites."

We said okay and in a moment the air conditioner in the room was blowing on
our upturned asses.  I for one felt embarrassed to be displaying my pale,
smooth skinny ass, but the ass it self was very pleased and I was conscious
of my ass hole kind of blinking.....in need, I think.

Next to me Sal's hairy butte was exposed to the world and the poor boy was
huffing and puffing, already half way to begging for a rim.

Juan took off his (really our) clothes.  He patted Sal's ass and softly
felt the hairy halves.  Sal sighed loudly in appreciation.  Then Juan came
to my hungry ass.  He pinched me just above my ass dimples and swept his
hand from the back of my balls past my ass hole and on up.  I let out a
long, musical moan.

Juan said in a hoarse voice.  "I like doing this, and you guys are sure
with it.  I can't decide whose butt is prettier.  Let's say that each is a
prime example of the best in pert boyish asses and one of the blue collar
hairy type.  Each has its place.  But my tongue is getting anxious and
wants me to start the rim job."

I could feel his hot tamale breath on my ass hole.  He blew on it.  My head
spun and I almost lost my knees and elbow position from getting weak.  He
saw it and propped me up again.

He kept one hot hand on my right cheek and went over to Sal's trembling
ass.  He licked the ass hole.  Sal howled in pleasure.  He kept saying oh,
oh over and over again.

Back and forth Juan went, playing us like violins, each visit to our asses
had more intensity and more things that he tried.  Then came the ultimate,
at least for the moment.  Juan made his tongue into a point and jabbed me
rapidly over and over again.  I clenched my thighs to keep from coming.
Apparently he did the same thing to Sal, for Sal was almost sobbing with
passion.

Then the bastard stopped.

We both looked over our shoulders.  "What's wrong?" I asked.

"Don't stop," Sal said.

Juan got a crafty look on his face.  "Friends, you both show that you are
ass sensitive.  You have yet in your young life had the thrill of the best
of ass play."

"What is it?"  I asked impatiently.  "Do it,"

"Yeah," Sal said, "I am dying here.  Do it."

"You mean you want me to fuck you both?"

At first we shouted yeah, then we realized what we were signing up for.
Sal took my chin in his hand.  "Jesse, you want to be a bottom boy, to get
fucked?"

"I'm almost up for anything I am so hot.  I think we should do it....just
this once."

Behind our asses Juan was giggling, his old giggle.  "Okay big guys.  Let
the games begin."  He kissed my back.  Oh it felt so good.  He played with
my ass cheek, squeezing them with a hand that felt like he owned them.

He played with the fine hair above Sal's ass and then licked in sensuously.
Sal called out in a choked voice, "Hey Juan get to work.  I can't stand
more.  Do it, stick it in."

"You mean you want me to fuck you?"

"Yeah, whatever."

"No say it."

Sal and I in unison shouted "fuck me."

Juan giggled again.  "Okay, would I deny you heart's dream, the thing you
want more than anything in the world."

He hardly finished the sentence when he stuck his middle finger in my ass
and found my prostate and rubbed in gently.  I was babbling in pleasure,
but no so affected as was Sal as Juan put his thin, long cock against Sal's
ass hole and pushed in rapidly.  Sal reared up in pain and then immediately
pleasure.  He was crooning he own fuck song.  Totally out of reality.

But it was my turn.  Juan backed out, replaced his cock with three fingers
and rapidly shagged Sal into oblivion.  And then he reentered me, this time
with his prick.  He slammed in and withdrew and then slammed again.  He was
punishing my prostate and making it vibrate.

Back and forth he went, turning us into his slaves, begging like whores for
get his cock back in.  He was howling with laughter at the power he had.
This street kid who hadn't even gone to eighth grade had conquered two
college boys, and we loved it.

Sal shouted, the next time you enter me, I'm going spew.  Help me, stroke
my cock as you fuck me."

I watched the effect of Juan's hips a blur as he fucked Sal.  I could see
his hand rapidly stroking Sal's big, fat prick in time to the fucking.
Finally Sal could take no more.  His cock began heavy cumming and his ass
gripped Juan's cock tightly.  Finally when Sal had no more sperm to
deliver, his ass released Juan's cock.  Sal slumped down on his stomach and
a moment later Juan's hot breath was whispering in my ear.  "It's your turn
and you are going to get the biggest cum you ever had."

He pushed his hard cock into my tender pucker.  I could feel his wiry
public hair against my pink ass.  He bucked and rode me like a stallion.
His hand found my bobbing cock and slid my foreskin back and forth.  My
mind shut off.  I was one big cock and ass.  Suddenly I felt Sal's big arm
on me.  "Jesse, give way.  Don't fight it."

I just let my body take over and heard myself cooing and crowing as
sensations played up and down my spine.  Then it hit me.  My eyes opened
wide, my mouth twisted in a grimace.  My cock began bubbling over and
throwing streams of hot cum.  As I slipped into the cum, I heard Juan say
in my ear, "Good boy, you're mine now."

Sal and I were really sleepy.  First of all it was the middle of the night
and we had been driving so long.  Secondly we always get sleepy after sex.
And sex like this was almost a knockout potion.  But Sal nudged me and I
followed his eyes to Juan.  Juan was lying on his back and his slim, very
long penis was arching in a curve above his cute outty.  "We can't leave
the poor boy like this."

"You're right Sal. Let's both get him off in a good one."

Juan had a big ball sac with smallish balls.  But when he got close to
coming, all that loose skin would pull up around the base of his cock and
deposit one ball on each side.  He was also very sensitive, we found out,
and loved to have his sac played with.  Sal and I sat with crossed legs
each one near the middle of his body.  I reached down and picked up his
cock.  He let out a purr.  The head was dewy.  I had never performed oral
sex on a boy but I licked the drop off.  It was sweet.  While I was up on
the head, Sal curled his tongue around the long shaft.  In a few minutes
the two of us were alternating in licking his sac, his shaft and his cock
head.  Juan was moaning steadily.

Sal whispered, "Shall we get him off now?"  When I nodded, he said, "You
swing his ball sack back and forth and pull on it gently and get his cock
head in your mouth and suck hard.  I'll do my spiral tongue job on the long
shaft.  Okay, now!"

We began.  Our stimulations had Juan arching his back in ecstasy.  He was
moaning what sounded like an old Spanish Folk Tune.  In a few minutes of
our tongue work and ball sac work he began to look as if his orgasm was
just a moment away.  His hips lifted and began thrusting slightly.  His
moaning got louder and then to grabbed each of our shoulders and dug in to
stop us from continuing.  His whole body stiffened and then with a animal
cry his cock erupted.  And did it ever, his first spurt went over his head
and landed on the headboard.  The next in his hair, then on his nose and so
on until the last feeble spurt oozed into his pubic hair.  He was a goner.
We tucked him in and took our places beside him.

We woke up later than we planned.  It was nine in the morning.  We were
able to get breakfast in the coffee shop off the lobby and checked out.

Six hours and two stops later we pulled into the apartment complex where
Sal and I had a two-bedroom apartment.  As the three of us carried our
stuff upstairs I wondered which room sexy Juan would decide to choose.  It
was almost as if he read our minds.  "I'll sleep in Sal's room."  He saw
the disappointment on my face.  "And next night in Jesse's.  You know,
alternate.  I know both of your asses need me and I won't disappoint either
of you."

Sal said, "As a matter of fact...."  He wiggled his big shapely ass and
Juan gave him a gentle slap.

"Be patient boys, let's get the stuff up from the car and unpack and then
I'll pack both asses."


End