Date: Fri, 21 May 2021 23:55:59 +0000 (UTC)
From: Terry Green <terrygreen822@aol.com>
Subject: Latin Love

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Hector looked so good, and I knew deep down, he was one of us. He tried
to play it off, but I knew the two hoop earrings, along with his
mannerisms showed what was. It was my absolute intention, to get into his
pants pronto. Working next to him every day at the auto detail shop made
me insane, as we had chemistry, and I knew why he bent over. He needed me
to plow his garden, and it was my intention to complete the mission. Ever
since he joined our dealership, ladies were all over him, but he wasn't
too intimate with them. Friendly and happy, but they were merely friends,
and I wanted to be the partner to show him the heat.

I'd have multiple cars washed, and then watch him work on the tires and
rims. One day I saw his perfect curvy ass sticking out, and I had to go
to the restroom. Locking the door, pulling down my pants, I wailed away
thinking about what I had seen. Loads of cum went everywhere. It took
awhile to maintain my composure, as I just got paid to have an orgasm,
but what I sought was him. He had long black hair, the nicest fairly dark
skin tone, and was born in Costa Rica. His family emigrated here when he
was 15, and at 22 or so, his English was Muy Bien. Despite his job being
less than glamorous, he was attending the local university for a business
degree, and I looked at him with my 40 something eyes as pure eye candy
to be indulged on. So many times I stroked my shaved eight inches of
thick cock, blowing loads, thinking of how badly I wanted to kiss him all
over. Although exclusively a top, if he required my bending over to score
with him, then I'd have to in his case.

Hectors 5'8 or so frame, thin build but nice ass, he just made me
rabioso with desire. While the sales staff wore expensive suits, we were
in dickies brand shorts and a t shirt. One day he changed shirts, and i
literally had to drool. Thin but well defined chest, not much body hair,
and those almond colored eyes of his made me want to seduce and kiss him
all over. We worked a lot of hours on our feet, and some days after a
shift, we'd go home and crash. Yet the pandemic slowed things down a
lot, and soon we were working on our English and Spanish together. I
enjoyed his company, and he always sought my insights on what he called
"gringo life." He was so funny. Cute really, and had me with wrapt
attention for his witty quotes. He seemed a lot older than his age, as he
liked Frank Sinatra and Dean Martin. Also he knew 80s shows that I had
grown up with. It was a lot of fun to work with him, even though the
dealership wanted us out of sight and mind.

A lot of cars came through our station. We didn't have to do much
detailing with new cars, but used cars came with all kinds of shit. Trash
everywhere in the trunks. Old clothes, used condoms even, although
occasionally we'd find a lot of change or cash bills. Did we grab them?
Of course. At what we were making, Hector and I needed all the money we
could have. True I had been with the dealer for awhile, so my salary was
higher, but it wasn't as if I was ordering Omaha Steaks through the
Mail. Hector and I used to look at that catalog, as it came to our
dealership, and also was on the computer we could use. Quite often we'd
compare choices and cuts. He always seemed to want a steak, so one day I
invited him to my place for a barbecue.

The previous evening I went to Costco, and got some flank steaks.
Marinading them and putting them in the fridge, I hoped that my friend
would like these. Picked up some beers as well, as tomorrow we both were
off, as the dealer was closed on Sundays. That week traffic had started
picking up again, and we had several nasty trade ins, to clean through
intensely. Both of us wished people, would at least not leave everything
in their sold vehicles, as it was time consuming to go through useless
crap. It was if people didn't care, although thankfully some of the
sales people were kind to us. They made sure we had good lunches, and the
previous week, the general manager had given us $200 each cash for "work
well done." Calculating the amount of cars Hector and I had detailed, it
probably was cents for each one, but we appreciated Laureen giving us
this surprise money. She could be very kind or sinister, so we appeared
to be on the right side of her temper. One week Hector and I were berated
for leaving wash and drying rags out of order, the next one she arranged
for us to have pizza. She was a character.

At my house the steak was sizzling on the grill. I thought Hector would
be there at 5:30, but at 6 pm he texted me he was "running late." Once
here I would have to joke with him, about cultural misunderstandings. The
vegetables had already been chopped, salad was good to go, and for
dessert we had ice cream. Finally I saw his green Civic pull up, and out
he came with a twenty four pack. Guess we were going to get drunk. As
usual he wore his dark glasses, but he looked good in khaki shorts and a
blue t shirt. As usual no socks. We have our fist bumps, Hector put the
beer in, and got me another. As the steaks cooked we laughed about work,
and also how our off day had been. It was rare to get some rest and
relaxation.

I was thrilled he loved the steaks I cooked. They turned out perfect
medium rare, and we sat on the back porch casual style. Warm weather, the
sun setting but still providing illumination, all of a sudden Hector
brought out weed and rolling papers. Oh yes this was a great development,
as it was always 420 time. Sharing a rolled up one together, this was
some hard hitting marijuana. I didn't do it as much as I used to, but
after awhile, told him we should lie down on the couches in my living
room to music and the planetarium.

This device showed stars all over the walls and ceiling. We both were
transfixed, and soon discussing black holes, supernovas, and space
travel. Not too shabby for professional car washers. He knew a lot about
astronomy, and was able to explain from memory, how many light years
certain planets and constellations were. The weed and beer were kicking
in, and it just happened. I'm not sure what brought it on. Was I
hallucinating? Hector and I were kissing on the couch. It must be the
weed. I opened my eyes, and circled my head with my neck a bit, but sure
enough Hector was touching my crotch in his hands and I went in with my
tongue. It was officially on.

Our kissing brought all kinds of passion, and I took his shirt off. He
removed mine, and soon we were down to our underwear's. Oh that bulge of
his felt so good in my fingers, and I reached up to take his orange
boxers off. Oh yes he had such a big thick penis, nicely trimmed, with
shaved testicles that were clearly full of cum. As my hands moved onto
his genitals, I felt him shake with pleasure, and soon I was licking his
nipples. Down on his beautiful penis I swirled the head with my tongue
eagerly. Licking his shaft from side to side, he moaned and I
deepthroated him with every bit of hormonal intensity I could muster.
Hector tasted so good. His thick penis made my jaw work harder, but soon
I engulfed him into my hot wet mouth. My lips sealed around his sex, and
he didn't resist when I fingered him. Oh wow he was so tight, and seeing
him turned on made me even hornier. His penis was gigantic, and soon both
of our big ones rubbed together, as we kissed. Soon he held onto my hands
and I felt his penis into my scrotum. "I want you." He said it so
seductively, and that Central American accent drove me loco alright. My
penis was so hard that it hurt, but as I kissed him, I held his long hair
down in my strong fist. In no certain terms, he was going to bend over
for me, and I was going to be inside him penetrating with lots of
aggression.

Soon he was on my couch, and I watched my white night stick go into his
tight hole. Oh the heat, how tight. Hector on all fours, my balls
slapping up against his rear end, I felt him clench around me and I
screamed in ecstasy. Seeing the contrast of our skin tones, and looking
at my cock burrow deep in him, this was as good as it gets. I smacked his
ass, and soon he surprised me, as he got up, and told me to ride him.
"No." "If you want my ass again then you're going to have to." Anger
boiled in me. I could just with my raw strength push him down on the
couch and plunder him. Yet he had his penis under my balls, touching my
taint, and it did feel amazing. The weed and booze must have influenced
it, but soon I was riding his thick Latin shaft.

It hurt. I felt like my insides were breaking glass, but after awhile, a
new sensation. It was one of emptiness yet pressure, and soon it became
waves of happiness going throughout me. Looking down he was touching my
balls and holding them up, so I could witness his dark penis pushing away
inside me. The Rubicon had been crossed, and I have to admit, I started
to get into it. Even more as we kissed and he played with my nipples in
his fingers. His penis was splitting me, and I was allowing him to make
me his bitch. At that moment he broke me in a way no other guy did, yet
feeling his speeding heart rate and breathing, I wanted his seed in my
insides. Even though the stretching was new to me, and I might not walk
as my mind played tricks on me, soon I felt him tighten up.

I pushed down as I had read on gay sites, and it did start to feel
better. The sound of his cum heavy penis in me, and bouncing on his
shaved testicles was a lot. I played with his chest and kissed him.
Hector smiled at me. His eyes closed. He was so hot. I was completely
attracted to him. A explosion of his wet sperm flew into my asshole, and
to feel him tense up then release was incredible. He continued spewing
out his batter into my insides, moaning, and soon the top in me came back
in no time. I bent him over again. Damn he had sexy soles of his feet.
Penetrating him with every inch, I knew he felt my cock in him, and
enjoyed it in a masochist manner when he grimaced.

Finally I fucked him with his feet on my shoulders. His empty balls
glistened, and the dried up sperm was visible in a long line of globs. He
had the best eyes, so much expression from them. As I plowed into him all
in he gasped. He couldn't say much other than "big cock papi." I had
him where I wanted, and in the position of my desire, sliding in him at a
pace that I decided upon. Soon the tanks couldn't take it. Gears of
internal biological mechanisms turned, and bubbles of my hot white sperm
flew into him like an F5 tornado. Hector and I moaned, as I deposited my
DNA into his rear end, having what I desired with my dark lover. His ass
continued for a long time to clear out my sperm, and we kissed with what
vigor was left. It was a good thing that we had the next day off, and it
felt great spooning him in my strong arms and torso. Our hands and feet
became combined, and we slept well having released so much tension. In
the morning he made me coffee, and we had another romp in the sack, and
there would be more Latin love in the future.