Introduction

I welcome feedback from readers, in fact I thrive on it.

This story is radically different from what I usually write. There are no magic or supernatural elements, and there are no Dominant/Submissive relationships. This is a story about an older man and a younger man who fall in love. Both are adults. The story starts slow but will build up to more detailed sexual situations soon.

I have written three chapters so far and plan to publish one chapter every month.

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Author's Notes

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·        This type of story is new to me. I welcome your feedback, but this story is a new LBGTQ genre for me so please be gentle.

·        Slow Start. This story starts slow. There's some action in this chapter. We won't go all the way to anal intercourse until at least chapter 4.

My Stories

·        College Magic (authoritarian and sf/fantasy)

·        Jack and the Giant (sf/fantasy)

·        Sacred Submissives (authoritarian and sf/fantasy)

·        Bellus Cinaedus (authoritarian and historical)

·        Guardian Angel (authoritarian and sf/fantasy)

·        Nivean and the Dvergar (authoritarian)

·        Small Town Slave Boys (authoritarian)

·        Desert Heat (beginnings)

·        Eros in Arcadia (Sf/fantasy)

·        Constituent Services (Encounters)

 

Desert Heat Chapter 3 (Matty is a Soft Boy)

Jimmy

This was getting to be a habit. I woke up naked in Matty's bunk again. I'd gotten so drunk last night that I'd blacked out. I had to get a handle on my drinking. I was close to failing my classes, and I was spending all my money on booze, although Josh had more money than I did, and he'd paid for the hard liquor last night. He knew some guys who would buy for us. My head was throbbing and my whole body felt sore. Josh was sleeping in my bunk. I reached up and shook him awake.

"Josh, wake up and tell me what happened last night," I said, trying to ignore the pounding in my head.

He opened his eyes and said, "You look like shit, man. Your eyes are bloodshot, and you've got drool dried on your face."

He sat up and then jumped down from the top bunk. "You wouldn't stop drinking even when you started slurring your words," he said. "So, I brought you in here and tried to help you get into bed. I put you in Matty's bed because he was going to be out all night and I was afraid you'd fall out of the top bunk."

"Why am I naked," I asked.

"Dude, you weren't able to keep your clothes on when I got you in here," he said. "You even pissed all over yourself and the floor."

Josh pointed to a spot on the carpet that was still damp. I sat down roughly, almost falling to the ground. "I've got to stop drinking so much," I slurred.

I dragged myself into the shower to clean up. I felt groggy and weak, and I wondered if I was coming down with something. I had a little pain in my joints, but the worst pain was in my ass again. I had a dull ache down there and it hurt a lot when I touched my hole. I thought I was too young to be getting hemorrhoids, but what else could be making it hurt so bad back there. If it didn't get better by Monday, I was going to make a trip to Student Health and get checked out.

Josh was getting ready to go when I got out of the shower. I shooed him out of the bedroom so I could get dressed. He playfully smacked my butt and said, "You weren't so shy last night, Jimmy."

"I'm not drunk now," I said, closing the door behind him.

While I was getting dressed, I got a call from an unknown number. I ignored it and finished getting dressed. When I got into the living room, Josh was sprawled on the couch looking at his phone. He stopped whatever he was doing and put his phone away when I came in. We were just beginning to plan what we might do today when someone knocked loudly on the door. I opened it, and I saw Matty's police officer friend standing there. He wasn't in uniform. Instead, he was wearing sweat shorts and a tight tee shirt that clung to his muscular chest. He was coated in sweat.

"Hello, can I come in?" he asked.

I stepped back and let him come inside. He was taller than me or Josh and I found him a little intimidating. "I tried to call you," he said. "Matty gave me your number, but you didn't answer."

"Yeah, sorry," I said. "I don't usually answer calls unless I know the caller. Isn't Matty with you?"

"No," he said with a laugh. "Matty likes his sleep and I go jogging early in the morning to beat the heat. I want to invite you to go out to lunch with me and Matty. I want to talk to you and maybe get to know you better. I'm paying of course."

I hesitated for a moment. I didn't trust this guy, but Matty seemed infatuated with him. I had no reason not to go and I did want to get to know officer Castillo better. I needed to know if my naïve cousin was in danger from this man.

"Sure," I said. "Um what time?"

"I'll pick you up at noon. I'll probably have to bring Matty over to get changed before we go," he said.

When he left, Josh chuckled evilly and said, "I think he's going to ask your permission to fuck your cousin."

"Shut up, Josh," I replied with some annoyance. "He's too old for Matty, but he seems like a nice guy. I can't tell Matty was to do anyway. He's eighteen, almost nineteen."

"Too bad," Josh said. "Your cousin is going to get hurt by this guy. How's he going to feel when this old man gets bored with him and casts him aside for an even younger boy?"

Josh was grabbing his stuff. He said, "Text me when you get back from lunch and we can get together tonight and party."

"I'm done with alcohol for a while," I replied. "I think it's making me a little sick."

"Cool, Bro! I'll bring some weed then," he said.

 

Nando

Jimmy had looked bad. His eyes were bloodshot, and he seemed tired. His friend Josh seemed suspiciously in better health. I didn't like or trust that guy, but I couldn't do anything about him unless he crossed a line. If he ever did, I was going to make him pay.

When I got back to my apartment, Matty was up. He was still in his pajamas, with his hair messed up from sleep, drinking a cup of coffee. He sat cross legged on the futon, which was still set up as a bed. The coffee smelled good. That surprised me. Matty had never seemed very handy in the kitchen. He looked up at me expectantly when I came in. "Let me get myself some coffee and I'll join you," I said.

I noticed that the cookbook was out, and it was turned to the recipe for coffee. There were also coffee grounds all over the counter and he'd left the cream out. I'd supervise him cleaning up in a little while. For now, I poured some coffee and added sugar and a splash of cream. Then I put the cream back in the refrigerator and joined him on futon. Matty was left-handed so we could sit right next to each other and still use our dominant hand. I slid my left around his waist, and he leaned against me.

He'd been watching some sort of LGBT teen show on Netflix. I nuzzled his neck and asked, "Are you getting ideas, Matty?"

He looked up at me with his big eyes and replied, "They'd be better if there was a sexy older man for the boys to fall in love with."

Then he grew silent, like he was embarrassed at having said too much. I kissed his nose and changed the subject. "We're going to have lunch with Jimmy at noon. You didn't bring a change of clothes, so we're going to go back over to your apartment around 11:00 so you can shower and change."

Matty put his empty coffee cup down and asked, "That gives us an hour and a half. What should we do right now?"

I didn't know whether he was being innocent or seductive; I decided to take it as the latter. I put my own cup down and took him in my arms. Then I pulled him over onto my lap so I could kiss his tender lips. He settled his little round butt on top of my dick. My shorts were thick jersey knit, but his pajamas shorts were silk, and he wasn't wearing underwear. My trapped cock started swelling against him.

Matty wrapped his left arm around my neck and used his right hand to play with my chest hair. "Do you like my hairy chest, baby?" I asked him.

He looked me in the eyes and said, "I love it, Nando. It's so sexy."

He was gaining more confidence, and that was good. I'd been afraid that I was influencing him too much. I wanted him, but I only wanted him if he wanted me just as bad. "Are you sure you wouldn't rather be with some cute guy your own age?" I asked him.

Matty laid his head against my chest and replied, "No sir. There are lots of cute guys on campus, and I'd be lying if I said I didn't like looking at them, but the only one's I'm really attracted to are some of the professors, and the guy who empties the trash cans in the biology building. I'm not really attracted to boys my age. I like men."

I kissed him again and rubbed his lower back. "You like Daddies," I said.

He smiled up at me and said, "I like you, Daddy."

I wasn't sure how I felt about that. He was a few months younger than my own son Johnny. I tried not to think too hard on that fact. I didn't know if I was more concerned with what other people (especially my kids) would think, or if I was more disturbed by the fact that I was turned on by how much younger than me was.

"Call me Nando, Matty. I'm not comfortable with `daddy' because I have a son your age," I said.

He kissed my chest through my sweaty tee shirt. "Can I call you `sir'?" he asked.

I patted his back and said, "You can call me `sir' if you want or `Nando' or `Fernando'."

He sat up and sang,

"There was something in the air that night
The stars were bright, Fernando
They were shining there for you and me
For liberty, Fernando
Though I never thought that we could lose
There's no regret
If I had to do the same again
I would, my friend, Fernando
If I had to do the same again
I would, my friend, Fernando"

I said, "You have a nice singing voice, Matty. You should sing far more often. It's sexy and it turns me on."

I moved his hand down to feel my dick, which was painfully erect at that point. He tentatively asked, "You said you would ask if I was alright with everything we've done so far, Fernando. I am alright with the kissing. I loved it, but ... can we do a little more now?"

I started unbuttoning his pajama shirt, revealing his slender chest. He had no hair on his chest at all. He looked even younger than Carlos, who already had the beginnings of a manly chest at fourteen. I kissed his chest and licked his nipples, and he gave a cute little whimper.

When I whispered to him "Stand up and take your shorts off" he jumped up so fast that I thought he was going to fall. I stood up and pulled my own shirt off and tossed it toward the other futon, but Matty caught it and held it to his face. I had a good stink going on since I'd been running in 85-degree weather, but Matty seemed to enjoy it. I could see his hard little cock give a jump as he took a deep whiff. Damn the boy was small down there, probably not much more than half my size. Maybe five inches, probably a little less. That was going to limit versatility in our relationship, but I'd already guessed that because he was such an obvious bottom. I'd have to see what happened.

When I pulled my shorts and jock off, Matty's eyes glued themselves to my cock. I was hard as well, and the boy seemed impressed. I was bigger than average, but not endowed like a porn star. I was somewhere between 7.5 and 8 inches; I'd never been able to measure it accurately myself. It was like my height. I was only a little bit taller than average at five foot eleven, but Matty was about half a foot shorter than me. I'd overestimated his height before. But Matty was small everywhere. Standing naked in front of me, he looked much younger than his almost nineteen years. I would have sworn that he was only fifteen or sixteen if I didn't know better. Heck, he looked younger than my son Carlos.

"I was going to shower first, but it looks like you're enjoying that smell," I said.

The boy blushed from his head to his toe, like only güeros can. I wrapped my arms around him and breathed in his boyish scent. The top of his head was level with my lips. "I like your scent, too, little guy," I assured him.

I picked him up in my arms and walked toward the bedroom. I saw the mess in the kitchen on the way and I realized that Matty was a bad influence on me. I just ignored it and walked into the bedroom and laid him down on the bed. I lay down next to him and ran my hand down his chests and across his abdomen. The I took hold of his small penis. It was a cute thing, circumcised like so many white boys, but still pretty. It was surrounded by light gold hairs that were a little bushy for my taste. I'd trim him later, or maybe even shave him bald below the eyes. I did like smooth guys.

I kissed him again.

 

Matty

I'd been sad when I woke up and Fernando was gone. I didn't think he had to work this weekend, but I wasn't sure. I tuned in to watch an LGBTQ show I'd heard about called Heartstopper. It was good, but there weren't any older guys for me to ogle. I was thinking about looking for something else when Fernando returned. I could smell his sweat as soon as he sat down next to me, and it went straight to my dick. It wasn't a bad smell, but his body odor seemed so manly to me that I wanted to inhale it all into my lungs.

We kissed for a while and then I may have accidentally let it slip that I was falling in love with him. He didn't freak out, but he didn't say it back to me either. When he told me to take my pants off I couldn't move fast enough. I wanted him to fuck me this morning, but when I saw his cock I just about lost my nerve. I'd seen Jimmy's and it wasn't that big. I'd seen Josh's when he waved it around one night while we all drunk, and his wasn't that big either, although it was closer than mine or Jimmy's.

And when he carried me into the bedroom like a man carrying his bride over the threshold, I wanted to scream, "I do! I do!"

He stroked my body and then took hold of my dick. I was embarrassed because his was so much bigger than mine. What if he didn't want to be with someone whose dick was so small? What if he laughed at me and told me he didn't want to see me anymore? What if I never found a guy who wanted someone as small as I was?

Then Fernando kissed me again. "I love your body, chico. It's perfect for you," he said.

"My dick isn't very big," I blurted out. "I'm sorry."

"Shh, little guy. Do you think I care about that. You're a beautiful boy and I think your dick is beautiful just the way it is," he said. "Do you want me to show you why your dick is so perfect?"

"Yes sir," I said meekly.

He moved down until he was even with my dick and then he took the whole thing in his mouth. No one had ever touched me sexually before, and now Fernando was sucking my cock and it was the most amazing feeling in the world. The sensations were so intense that I was literally crying. Little half strangled sobs that sounded almost like whimpers of pleasure were forced out of my mouth against my will. I couldn't hold still. My toes were curling and uncurling, and my hands twitched.

I was young, I was a virgin, and I was getting my first ever blowjob. I didn't last long. The sensations in my cock almost turned from pleasure to pain as I came. I wanted to call out something cool, something to mark my first orgasm brought on by someone other than myself, but all I managed was a series of sad little barking grunts. When my nuts pulled up against my body and I came, Fernando sucked harder. He kept sucking until I had no more cum to give him.

Then he climbed back up next to me and pulled me into a tight embrace. He kissed my lips and stroked my face. "You're guapisimo. That means very beautiful, and you're more beautiful than any man I've ever been with. I really like you, and I think it could be more than that, but I need to take my time to be sure before I say it," he said.

My heart fluttered and my dick tingled despite having just cum. "I didn't mean to jump the gun earlier," I said. "My mouth runs away with me sometimes and I don't know what I'm saying."

I was terrified of driving him off by yelling "I love you" too soon. I knew that I was too young to even know what real love felt like. Was I just latching onto Fernando because he was a sexy older man who'd taken an interest in me? I wasn't sure. I didn't even know how to tell if I was sure.

He held me tight against his powerful and hairy chest and I wanted to curl up and disappear inside him forever. He rubbed my back and said, "It's okay, Matty. You didn't scare me off; I'm still here. I just don't want you to commit to something that you don't really feel yet. You're young and inexperienced. It's my job as the more mature and experienced partner to help guide you unless it makes you uncomfortable."

"No, not at all, Fernando. I like it. I won't call you `daddy' since it makes you uncomfortable, but I think I need someone who can teach me things that I don't know," I said.

Fernando chuckled and asked, "Do you know the word avuncular?"

"Yes!" I exclaimed. "You can be like an uncle, but it's not a sexy name to call someone I think. Can you be kind of like an uncle to me, but I still call you `sir' or `Fernando'?"

"That would be fine, querido," he said.

"Can I do you, now?" I asked. "I don't know what to do, and I'll probably be really bad at it, but I want to try."

He lifted my chin and kissed me gently. "I was hoping you'd want to try it, chico. Don't worry about how good you are. No one is very good the first time they suck cock. Just do what feels right for you. I can help you perfect your technique because I'm hoping that you'll want to do it again and again. I know that I want to suck your cock every day."

That made me smile. He wasn't ready to say the word `love', but he did want me for more than one night. That was a start. I slid down so that my face was next to his cock. It looked so big next to mine. And his was uncircumcised. Foreskins had fascinated me since I first found porn on the internet.

"Don't overthink it, bonito. Just do what you want to do," he said, stroking my head gently with his strong hand.

He was erect and only the tip of his cock was sticking out of his foreskin. It was covered in precum. I bent down and kissed it. I'd only ever tasted my own cum before, but Fernando's precum was delicious. I licked my lips and then licked the exposed part of his cock. I'd seen enough porn to know how to suck an uncut cock. I skinned back the foreskin, exposing the head completely. I kissed it; then I licked it. I opened my mouth and swallowed just the head. It hurt my mouth a little since his cock was about 2 inches wide, a little smaller than a soda can, but I kept my teeth off him – for a few minutes at least. Then I made him cringe when I accidentally scraped him.

"Sorry," I said. "I told you I don't know what I'm doing."

I felt terrible, but Fernando put his hand on my head and said, "Curl your lips over your teeth like this. It will hurt a little, but you can take a break and kiss or lick the head and the shaft. Then go back to sucking."

I wrapped my lips around my teeth and swallowed the head of his cock. It did hurt a little, but I managed it. The taste of his cock was amazing. It was like his sweat, but more concentrated. It also tasted like that musky smell in his jockstrap. I alternated between sucking him and licking along the shaft. I knew that I was giving him a terrible blow, but he was still getting more excited by moment.

"You're doing great for a first time, bellisimo," Fernando said.

I paused for a moment and said, "I suck at this, but maybe I can get an A for effort?"

"The fact that it's you sucking my cock makes it the best, Matty. Never doubt that fact," he said, cupping my face with his hand.

I bit back tears. I couldn't say anything so I swallowed his cock again, as much as I could anyway. I kept the head plus a couple of inches more in my mouth. I put my hands on the four inches that weren't in my mouth and stroked his cock. He arched his back and gently stroked my hair.

"I'm going to cum any second now, Matty. If you don't want it in your mouth, now's the time to pull off it," he said.

I wanted to taste him. There was no chance I was going to miss this experience. I could tell when he was about to cum, and I sucked harder. I was proud of myself. I didn't choke, I didn't gag, and I didn't waste any of his seed. My senses were overcome by the delicious flavor of his cum and I swallowed it as it as fast as it came out. When he finished cumming, I sucked the last few drops out of his cock and then climbed up next to him. We kissed and cuddled on the bed for about thirty minutes before he had to go shower.

As he was getting up, I asked, "Can I sleep in your bed with you tonight, Fernando."

He pulled me off the bed and into a tight hug. "We'll see, güero guapo," he replied. "Carlos is coming over tonight. I want to introduce you to him. If he's not uncomfortable with us being together, you can sleep with me. If he is, I may need to have you sleep in your apartment tonight."

I gave him my saddest eyes. It didn't work, and I hadn't expected it to. I didn't really want to try to get between him and his sons. "I'm going to be direct with your cousin Jimmy," he said. "I'm going to tell him to keep a close eye on Josh when he's around you. I really want to beat the shit out of that pinche puta madre, but I'm trying to be a good guy. If he lays a hand on you, however, I'm going to beat him so bad that he won't forget it."

"I don't want you to get into trouble, Fernando. Please don't do anything that will come back on you," I begged him.

"I'm a cop and I can guarantee you that punk is always carrying something illegal. I can tell. Or maybe I'll wear a mask and he won't know who I am. Hell, I can probably get Garcia to do it for me. She could take him. Don't worry, baby. I'm a cop with a good record. I can always find something if I have to," he said.

He took me into the shower with him. I couldn't keep my hands off Fernando's muscles. He'd told me to do what I wanted to do, so I ran soapy fingers all over his broad chest and down his arms. It was easy to see that he worked out a lot. He was in great shape, much more muscular than Josh.

"You're so hot, Fernando. You keep your body so fit that it makes me ashamed of myself," I admitted.

Fernando poured body wash on my chest and started lathering me up. His hands felt great on my smooth body. "Don't sell yourself short, Matty. You're cute the way you are. I've been with my share of muscle boys, but it was your slender little body that made it impossible to get you out of my mind," he said.

I loved touching him, but I loved his hands on me even more. He soaped my arms and then down to my cock. His touch was gentle but strong. He massaged my dick and then gently stroked my scrotum, gently rolling my balls between his fingers. I reached out and touched his cock with my own soapy fingers. His pubic hair was trimmed and neat. I glanced down at my own unruly bush and then asked, "Can you show me how to trim my bush like yours?"

Fernando turned me around and ran a finger up and down my crack, pausing to push on my hole and rub it gently. "I'll trim you close, unless you'd rather I shaved you," he said.

I leaned back and asked, "Do you want to shave me down there?"

"Only of you want it, querido," he said. "I used to see a guy named Chuck who waxed his body. I thought it was sexy. I think it would look good on you, too, but I also think you're cute just the way you are."

"Let me think on it, Fernando. I think I want at least a trim, but maybe a shave," I said.

We finished getting clean and then kissed for a while under the spray of warm water. Then we dried off and got dressed to head over to my apartment.

 

Jimmy

Josh's constant commentary about Officer Castillo were becoming annoying. I was concerned about that older guy paying so much attention to Matty, but Matty was my cousin. It seemed that Josh was trying to keep me agitated over the issue for some reason. I was glad when he left this morning. Hopefully he would let it drop by time the guys got together tonight.

Matty didn't come back until 11:30 and Officer Castillo was with him, and then he ran off into the bedroom to get changed, leaving me alone with his boyfriend. I offered him a drink since, since I didn't know what else to do, but he politely declined and sat down on the couch. I sat down in a chair.

"You don't have to be afraid of me, Jimmy. I don't bite," he said with a smile.

I laughed weakly. It was a weak joke after all, but he was trying to be friendly. I had to give him credit for that. I cleared my throat and asked, "What is your intention with my cousin Matty? He's kind of naïve and trusting and I don't want to see him get hurt. If all you want is a quick fuck then I don't think you should see him anymore."

There. I said it. I'd been thinking it for a while and now I'd said it aloud. I crossed my arms in front of my chest and stared at him. He was bigger than me, but I wasn't going to let myself be intimidated by him, not where my cousin was concerned. I'd protected him from bullies all through high school. I was only a few months older than him, but I thought of him as my younger cousin.

Officer Castillo looked thoughtful and then he said, "You're right. Matty is trusting and naïve, but I'm not taking advantage of him. Trust me on this. I've asked myself that same question a lot over the last couple of days. I'm attracted to Matty, and I think it's more than just physical attraction. I shouldn't be talking to you, but Matty told me that his father is dead and that you are the one who always looked out for him, so I'm talking to you like an adult right now."

"Just be careful with him," I said. "He gets his feeling hurt easily."

Officer Castillo nodded and replied, "I can see that. You should know that if I'd wanted to just take him and then drop him, I would have already done so. He would have given himself to me that first day in my apartment. I've slowed things down to make sure of things before we take each step. Are you a virgin?"

I blushed a little and said, "No, but ... I don't see what that has to do with Matty."

"One or two more questions, then I'll explain," he said.

"Did you stay with the ... the woman? ... who took your virginity?" he asked.

"No," I replied. "She and I were only together for a few months."

"Did it hurt you to badly when it ended?" he asked.

I thought about it for a minute and shook my head. "Not really, although it felt bad at the time. I found out that she was fucking another guy and it hurt a lot."

"But you got over it, right?" he said.

I nodded my head and said, "Yes."

"Well, I'm not going to cheat on Matty. I'm a one guy at a time sort of man now. When I was younger, I made those mistakes, but not now. I don't know if Matty and I will be together forever, but I do know that we're together now, and I will treat him right. I would never do anything to hurt him," he said.

Suddenly I felt like a jerk, but strangely I felt more adult, like I was taking responsibility and taking care of my cousin. "Are you two having sex?" I asked.

Officer Castillo said, "We haven't fucked yet, but we will soon."

"Fine," I said, "but let me tell you, Officer Castillo, if you hurt him, I will find some way to make you pay."

"Good; I hope you do, Jimmy. Matty needs someone looking after him. Now he'll have both of us," he said.

He stuck out his hand and I shook it. "Call me Fernando," he said. It was at that point that we became friends, sort of.

 

We got into Fernando's Rav4. Matty sat up front, which left me alone in the back. It wasn't too long of a ride before we pulled up next to the little restaurant owned by Fernando's aunt. It had a patio, and the temperature had dropped this week. With the misters going, it was nice outside even in the middle of the day. I ordered shredded chicken tacos with rice and beans; Fernando and Matty both had spinach and mushroom enchiladas, beans, and a corn dish made with cheese that Fernando called esquites.

"Are you vegetarian, too, Fernando," I asked.

He chuckled and replied, "Not really, but I'm showing Matty some of the great vegetarian dishes in Mexican cuisine. My Tia Elena owns this place, and her daughter, my Prima Camila, is vegetarian. She helps run the restaurant, so they've been adding a lot of recipes to the menu. And I'm planning on making this a special day for Matty and I don't want him to have to taste meat on my lips when we kiss later."

The food was really good. Fernando said that the recipes were authentic and many of them came from further south in Mexico. His cousin has studied cooking in Mexico City and had learned a lot of regional dishes. While we were eating, we mostly talked about our families, although Fernando and I both liked watching sports. We talked too much about our favorite teams until Fernando realized that Matty was being left out.

"I'm sorry, Matty," he said. "I'm trying to get to know your cousin better, but I shouldn't be ignoring you."

Then he looked directly at me and said, "Speaking of your cousin, Jimmy, I think you need to watch your friend Josh around him. I don't think he let's you see him doing it, but his eyes follow Matty all the time when you're not looking, and I don't think his intentions are good."

"Dude! You're planning on ... you know ... planning on taking his virginity today. I can read between the lines, and I could see it in your eyes when you said you were making this a special day for him. Josh isn't ... well, I don't think he's really gay. He just likes to joke around," I said.

I could remember all the times he touched my butt or licked my ear. He always laughed about it and made it clear he was just playing around. I'd never seen him do anything to Matty but put his arm around him.

"Watch him, please," Fernando asked. "If he's not up to no good, I'll apologize, but you said yourself that you were watching out for your cousin. Don't be blinded by your friendship with Josh into letting something happen that you will regret."

"Are you telling me that your gaydar is telling you that Josh is after Matty?" I asked with a laugh.

"No," Fernando insisted. "It's not gaydar; it's twenty years' experience as a police officer. Your friend raises some red flags with me, and I'm seldom wrong. Just be responsible for Matty."

I promised that I would. I didn't think Josh was a bad guy, but Fernando was so insistent that I felt compelled to listen to him.

 

Matty

Lunch was fun and I was really touched that Fernando was trying so hard to accommodate my vegetarianism. He was only a couple of years younger than Jimmy's dad, but he was nicer. Uncle Bob used to say that everyone would think I was a fag if I was a vegetarian. I had no idea why he thought the two were connected. I thought most gay guys ate meat, and lots of straight guys were vegetarian.

When we got back to the apartment, I stopped to get a change for clothing for tomorrow morning. Jimmy came into the bedroom with me and said, "Okay. He's nice, Matty. And I guess he's good looking if you're into guys, but why don't you find someone your own age?"

I shrugged and replied, "I like looking at guys my age, but I'm not attracted to them the way I am to older guys, Jimmy. I don't know why; I just love older, more powerful men."

"When those guys in high school called you a mommy's boy, they should have said you were a daddy's boy," he laughed. "You could do a lot worse, Matty. But he's wrong about Josh."

I didn't respond to that part about Josh. I just bit my lip and shrugged.

"What, Matty? You aren't saying anything? Josh hasn't done anything to you he hasn't done to me, has he? He's just joking," Jimmy insisted.

I took a deep breath and replied, "He's done more than that, Jimmy. He makes me uncomfortable. More than that; I'm afraid of him sometimes, Jimmy."

"But you know how Josh is. He's always joking around. He doesn't mean anything," Jimmy insisted.

"I don't want to fight with you about your friend, Jimmy. I'm just telling you how I feel," I said.

Jimmy came up to me and turned my shoulders, so I was facing him. He pulled me against his chest and gave me a tight hug. "You know I'm not going to let anything happen to you, Matty. Don't worry," he said.

My cousin sounded so confident of his ability to keep me safe. I knew he thought I was naïve, but he was the one who was blind right now. I wondered what was happening with him. He seemed tired all the time and his eyes were a little unfocused. He must have been hitting the drugs harder than he usually did.

"Are you okay, Jimmy?" I asked. "You look like you're not feeling well."

He clapped my back and said, "I'm fine, just feeling a little off. I haven't been sleeping well, and my ... never mind. I'm good."

I didn't know what he was going to say, but his tone said that he wasn't going to tell me anything more, so I let it drop. "Just take care of yourself," I said.

We hugged goodbye and I went back to Fernando's apartment with him, clutching my clothes under my arm, while I snuggled under his powerful arm. I was hoping for more kissing and sex when we got there, but Fernando led me into the bedroom and had me put my clothes on the dresser. Then he turned me around and kissed me. "I have some rules that you're going to need to follow Matty. You made a mess in the kitchen this morning, and I need you to clean it up."

He was smiling at me, and I felt guilty. "I'm sorry, Fernando. I'll go clean it up," I said.

Fernando stood there and gave me advice while I cleaned. I should have known that he had very high standards since his apartment was always so clean. When I finished, he kissed me again and told me I did a good job. Then he handed me a gift bag.

"I have a present for you, Bellisimo," he said.

I took the bag and opened it up. Inside was a box labeled "Anal Douche Bulb". I thought that was a strange gift, and my face took on a puzzled expression. Then it hit me, and I broke into a wide smile. "Does this mean ...?" I asked.

He wrapped his arm around me and said, "If you want it, that's exactly what it means."

"When can we do it?" I asked. I was weak in the knees. This morning I'd sucked cock for the first time, and now Fernando was promising to take my virginity.

"We only have two hours before Carlos gets here. I don't want to rush it. I want your first time to be memorable, so I'm thinking Sunday night after Carlos goes home. We can take our time and do it right. You understand that I don't want to do it for the first time with Carlos in the next room," he explained.

I nodded. It made sense to me. Still, I didn't want to go back to mine and Jimmy's apartment for the night. "I can wait until then. I've waited for about six years already, since I started masturbating," I replied, "so long as you promise me that you'll fuck me good."

Fernando took my chin in his leaned in a for long kiss. "I will chinga tu culo con fuerza many times, but the first time I am going to make love to you gently," he said. "I was thinking about doing it on your birthday, but I'm not sure I can wait that long."

"Me neither!" I exclaimed. Then I leaned in and whispered, "I want you to make me a man; I want it to be you because you're such a handsome stud."

Fernando kissed me again and called me beautiful three different ways in Spanish. Then he showed me how to juice some lemons and limes to make lemon-limeade. He said it was Carlos's favorite beverage, but that he liked it tart, so I had to get the sugar exactly right. While I was doing that he cleaned up everything else he thought was out of place.

We'd finished our tasks and were sitting on the futon watching music videos when the door opened, and Carlos came in. He looked a lot like his dad, but he was only fourteen. Fernando got up to greet him and I sat there staring like a fool. The boy was about an inch shorter than me, but probably weighed more than I did. I was skinny and he was muscular for a high school freshman. He had black hair, like his dad, but he wore it longer. Fernando kept his short on top and even shorter on the sides. Carlos had hair that hung almost to his collar. He also had his father's light brown skin. He was wearing fashionable shorts that came almost to his knees, but I could see that his calves were hairier than mine.

I stood up when Fernando brought him over. He was smiling as he introduced us. "Carlito, this is Matty. El es mi novio asi que se amable por favor," he said to his son. Then he turned to me and said, "Matty, this is my youngest boy Carlos. I still get away with calling him Carlito, but I don't think he likes it when others do it."

"I'm happy to meet you, Carlos," I said, holding out my hand.

He smiled back at me and said, "I'm happy to meet you, too, Matty. You'd better be good to my dad. He deserves someone who's good to him."

Then he turned to his father and said, "El es guapisimo y muy joven. Tiene la edad suficiente para un hombre de tu edad? Parece que solo es un poco mayor que yo."

I wished I spoke Spanish.

 

Fernando

Matty had cleaned up the kitchen well, so I set him to making some lemon-limeade while I finished tidying up the place. Afterwards, the two of us sat cuddling on the futon, watching music videos. I let him pick the videos, so it was mostly Lady Gaga, Lil Nas X and a few other performers I didn't really know. When Carlos arrived, I went over to greet him and led him over to where Matty was sitting. Matty seemed nervous about meeting him.

Carlito was very nice to him and then looked at me and said in Spanish, "He's really handsome and very young. Is he old enough for a man of your age? He looks only a few years older than me."

I wasn't sure how he would react, but I didn't hide things from my kids. I told him, "El tiene casi diecinueve anos." (He's almost nineteen years old.)

Carlito smiled and me and said, "Felicidades por encontrar un novio tan joven y guapo. Te lo merces," which meant "Congratulations on finding such a young and handsome boyfriend. You deserve it."

"Let's stick to English today, Carlito. We don't want Matty to feel left out," I said. "We have time to watch a movie or something before dinner if you guys want."

"No, let's get in the pool for a while, if you don't mind," Carlito said. "Mama doesn't have one and I'd like to take a swim. Maybe you can run out and buy some burgers or something for us to grill out by the pool while Matty and I get to know each other."

"Okay, but be nice while I'm out," I said. Then I leaned down to kiss Matty on the lips and said, "Do you want impossible burgers or veggie dogs?"

He said, "I like the Morning Star Farms veggie dogs, if you can find them. Otherwise, impossible burgers."

I looked at Carlito and said, "Hot dogs okay with you? Or do you want burgers?"

He said, "I like both. If you buy veggie dogs, get us some hotdogs. If you buy veggie burgers, get us burgers."

I nodded and then said, "I'll go in a minute. Let me run and get you another present I bought you, Matty. I don't have another gift bag, so we'll reuse the last one."

I rushed into the bedroom and took out the other gift I'd bought Matty. I folded it carefully and put it in the same gift bag I'd used earlier. I took it out to the living room and handed it to Matty. "I hope you like it," I said. "I saw it in the store, and I thought of you."

Matty took the bag and pulled his present out. His eyes went wide and then he gave me a skeptical look. It was a small speedo in a mottled blue pattern that was supposed to look like the ocean I think. "Isn't it kind of small?" he asked me tentatively.

"If you don't want to wear it, I can go over and get yours from Jimmy," I said. "But I would like it very much if you did wear it."

Matty looked at the speedo from all angles and then looked back at me. He blushed and said, "I'll wear it, but I want to wait until you're here to go to the pool in this thing."

I kissed him again and told him I would hurry, then I left. I was half hard thinking about Matty in that little speedo. While driving to the store, I thought about the afternoon so far. Carlito seemed to be okay with Matty, although he had mentioned his age to me. I thought it would be alright.

 

Matty

Once Fernando had left, Carlos said, "I have to ask, just to be sure. Are you really almost nineteen years old?"

I sighed and said, "Yes. My birthday is next weekend."

Carlos laughed and said, "You look like you're my age. No offense, but I was surprised by how young you look."

"Is it a problem for you that I'm so much younger than your dad?" I asked, dreading the answer even though I didn't really have anything to fear. But I didn't know that at the time.

"Not for me," he said. "So long as you treat my dad right, it doesn't matter to me how young you are. Mom will have something to say to dad about it and Johnny may freak out a little when he sees you. His birthday was a few months ago, so he's older than you are."

That didn't make me feel better. In fact, I was a little nervous now about meeting Johnny now, but Carlos seemed nice. I went into the bathroom to change into the skimpy speedo Fernando wanted me to wear. He'd guessed my size, but it was small. I thought it looked like those bikini-cut briefs that I always looked at online but didn't buy.

I turned around and twisted my head to look over my shoulder so I could see my butt in the mirror. I smiled to myself because I thought my little round butt looked fine framed by that speedo. It wasn't my butt I was worried about, however; it was the erection in the front that had me concerned. Everyone was going to see that I was excited. I stared for a while, but it wasn't that bad. There were a couple layers of cloth, and the speedo was tight on me, so the outline wasn't too visible, just a bulge.

When I went back into the living room, Carlos had changed into a pair mid-thigh length swimming trunks. He looked good. He really was a miniature version of father. At fourteen, he was already more muscular and hairier than I was. Anyone seeing us side by side would assume he was older than me.

When Carlos saw me, he said, "Damn Matty, you look good in that. Don't get me wrong I'm not into guys that way, but I can easily see what papa likes about you."

I mumbled a thank you and then the two of us grabbed three beach towels and some sunscreen before heading to the pool. I'd wanted to wait for Fernando, but for some reason when Carlos said it was time to go, I'd just followed him. There were a few people in the pool when we got there, but no one was at the picnic tables near the grill, so we grabbed the closest table and put our towels on it. Carlos sprayed a little sunscreen on his body. I reached for the can, but he shook his head and said, "I'll do it. It's hard to get your whole body yourself and papa won't be happy if I let you burn."

It seemed strange to me that Fernando would be unhappy with Carlos if I got sunburned. I was older than him; he shouldn't be held responsible for me. I didn't argue. I held let Carlos spray my whole body with the sunscreen. When I offered to do him, he declined and said he's gotten himself good enough. Then he jumped in the pool and gestured for me to join him.

I jumped in too and Carlos tackled me. We started horsing around like kids, swimming, splashing, and dunking one another. Well, mostly he dunked me, I couldn't seem to push him under because he was stronger than me. We were still playing around in the pool when Fernando came throught the gate pulling a cooler. He had an extra beach towel over his shoulder, and he was dressed in black square cut shorts that still seemed to cover him better than my speedo.

He pulled the cooler over next to the grill and took out the buns that he'd temporarily placed atop the ice so he could take everything in one trip. He opened the cooler and took out a bottled water. He put the bottle of water at the side of the pool and then jumped in. He soared over my head and landed with a splash that sent me sputtering. When he surfaced, he was standing behind me and he snaked his arm around my waist. He kissed my neck and said, "You look beautiful in that speedo, mi amor."

Then he called over to Carlos, "Did you make sure Matty got enough sunscreen?"

"Yes, papa," Carlos replied with a weary sigh.

Turning back to me he said, "Your skin is very pale, so I asked Carlos to make sure you were covered well enough."

"You put Carlos in charge?" I asked. "He's only fourteen."

"But he's a very mature fourteen. I also asked him to keep the predators away from you. If that Josh had come down here, Carlos would have warned him off," he said.

He could tell that I wasn't happy about having a fourteen-year-old babysitter. He didn't apologize, but he kissed my lips and said, "You're not a fighter, Matty. Carlos is more aggressive, and he'd never let anyone bother his father's novio. It's not that I don't trust or respect you; it's just that you're a soft boy. That's one of the things that make you so beautiful. It's why Josh wants to force himself on you, and it's why I want to cuddle you and protect you."

I was frowning. "Are you saying I'm not a man and Carlos is?" I asked.

"Baby, I didn't mean to upset you. Of course, you're a man, but you're a different kind of man than I am, or that Carlos will be when he grows up. You're delicado, sweet and delicious, but also soft. You can get hurt physically or emotionally so easily that men like me will want to protect you and men like Josh will want to take advantage of you," he explained. "There's no shame in being who you are; it's just that you will always need someone like me or your cousin Jimmy to protect you from the bad guys."

I leaned against him and said, "I guess all the guys in your family are hard like you and Carlos."

"And some of the women, too, cariño, but every man is different. Carlos is like me. Johnny is ... somewhere between you and Carlos I think. And I don't think any less of any of my boys for who they are, not Carlos, not Johnny and not you, Matty," he said.

I smiled at him and asked, "Am I one of your boys? Isn't that a little ... I don't know ... kinky?"

He sighed and responded, "Yes it is, but it's how I feel. Does it bother you?"

"No, it doesn't," I said. "It excites me ... Daddy!"

I tried to swim away because he'd told me not to call him that, but he grabbed me and pulled me tight against him. He kissed my neck and whispered, "I should spank you for being a disobedient boy."

I groaned a little and he said, "Maybe sometime when Carlos isn't here sleeping in the next room."

The thought of being spanked by Fernando sent a thrill up my spine and right down to the root of my cock, which got a little harder. I knew everyone could see us, but they were mostly ignoring us. I breathed a deep sigh of relief, however, when I saw Carlos smiling at us. He seemed to be truly happy to see the two of us together.

"Go play with Carlos while I start the grill and get the dogs on," he said as he pushed me in Carlos's direction.

I watched him climb out of the pool, his trunks clinging to his butt and water running in rivulets down his hairy legs. Carlos swam up behind me and put his hand on my shoulder. "You really like him, don't you?" he asked.

I nodded and said, "Yes, I do."

"I'm glad," he said. "I'm protective of my dad. He's been with a few shitty guys in the past and I don't want him to get hurt again. He deserves someone who likes him as much as he likes them."

"I won't hurt him, Carlos," I said. "I think I'm falling in love with him."

"Good," he replied. "You seem nice, and I can tell that you're into him, but you should know that I'm not going to call you stepdad, even if the two of you get married."

We both laughed at that and then we played around in the pool until Fernando called us to dinner. Luckily my erection had died down before it was time to get out and enjoy our hotdogs. Fernando had found my favorite brand of veggie dogs. I ate two of them, along with some chips and some of the lemon-limeade I'd made earlier.

It was kind of weird that I felt kind of like one of Fernando's sons even though the two of us had already made out and sucked each other's cocks. Despite looking so much like his father, I wasn't attracted to Carlos. He was good looking, and I appreciated that, but he was more like a new friend than a potential lover. Best of all, Carlos accepted me as his father's boyfriend.