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Seaweed and Snake
Chapter #2
The Cojones Effect
By Paul S. Stevens
Miguel had verbalized his unusual request quite clearly. Jimbo and I only appeared to be startled at the idea. We were silently contemplating the proposal between the two of us for only a moment. We weren't against the notion of showing Miguel our `cojones', we were just thinking of other possible ways that our payment could be more substantial and worthy of Miguel's valiant rescue efforts. We realized we were probably going to need the money in our wallets to get back to our rendezvous point, so giving Miguel our money wasn't an option. So, in lieu of offering Miguel any monetary funds for helping us, we just considered giving him what he had originally requested, at least as a starting point.
Jimbo and I weren't exactly sexual partners by any means, but we had fooled around with each other a few times over the years and weren't completely against the notion of complying with Miguel's benign wishes.
Poor Miguel was turning red as he stared into our faces. We didn't realize that he had been holding his breath, still not knowing how we were going to react.
"Are you cool with showing our new friend your... cojones?" I asked Jimbo.
"Yeah, I'm cool if you are, as long as we both do it together," he answered.
"Are you serious?" Miguel asked as he took a deep breath and then let out a sigh of relief.
We both hesitated a moment for dramatic effect, knowing Miguel was about to piss his pants in anticipation. Then we both stood up and dropped our shorts and underwear together for our captive spectator. Because of our own apprehension, Jimbo and I were in a semi-erect state. Not completely hard and not totally flaccid either. We were in that perfect zone where our dicks were extended to show off our full size yet were hanging down, draping lazily over our... well, cojones.
"Wow, you guys are so big," Miguel said as his eyes widened and his jaw dropped. "The last guys I helped were much younger than you are and were pretty small down there. I was even bigger than the two of them put together. We still had fun together, but you guys...!"
We now knew that Miguel had done this `cojones' ritual before with a couple of other younger boys, but they hardly prepared him for us. Our cocks started to grow harder as Miguel's enthusiasm about our size started turning all three of us on.
"Which one of you is bigger?" he asked, hoping to provoke us into a penis measuring contest, obviously something he'd fantasized about.
"We haven't measured each other in years," I revealed.
"Why don't you get yourselves good and hard and we'll find out which one of you is the true stud!" Miguel suggested.
"Well, that would be me," Jimbo boasted as he pulled and yanked on his growing boner.
"Dream on," I said as Miguel watched the two of us manipulate ourselves by kneading our cojones and stroking our cocks to a solid rock-hard readiness.
"So, how do we do this measuring thing anyway?" Jimbo asked.
"You guys just stand there and face each other," Miguel explained with great expectation in his voice. "Hold your dicks firmly and line up your boners until they are touching, side by side. The one whose dick can reach and touch the other's body is the winner."
"Hey, my boner can touch your pubic bone," Jimbo announced. "A solid seven inches!"
"So can mine," I beamed. The feeling of Jimbo's warm boner touching mine caused my heart to skip a beat.
"That could only mean one thing," Miguel said, his voice dripping with innuendo. "The results are too close to measure. I'd have to say that your virile manhood is well matched. You're both true studs! I'm just going to have to stroke you both."
What Miguel just said didn't completely sink in until he reached out with both hands and began jerking Jimbo and me, both at once.
Our simple little penis measuring contest had quickly turned into a full blown sexual encounter. I immediately felt my blood pressure rise. My ears got hot and my throat got dry as Miguel wrapped his slender fingers around my pulsating cock, embracing it with great enthusiasm. I looked down into Miguel's face as he became enthralled with having two hot teenage cocks in his hands at once. Then, I looked over at Jimbo and his cheeks were flushed, no doubt encountering the same set of hot flashes, dry throat, pounding ear drums, and elevated blood pressure that I just experienced.
"Why don't we get more comfortable," Miguel said. "Take off the rest of your clothes and get on the bed."
We stripped off the rest of our clothes until Jimbo and I were completely nude. We hadn't been naked in each other's presence for a long time and I felt my heart begin to race out of control.
Before we climbed on top of the bed together, we both noticed that Miguel had been so engrossed in watching us strip that he was still standing there fully dressed with a very noticeable bulge in his shorts. Jimbo and I looked at each other and instantly knew what we needed to do. Everything that had happened so far had been at Miguel's request. It was time to turn the tables on Miguel and give him a little taste of his own medicine. We stepped over to Miguel and began our reciprocation process by pulling his shirt off over his head. Our actions had taken him totally by surprise as his entire body started to tremble, causing Miguel to freeze in place.
The team of Seaweed and Snake was like a well-oiled machine. It was almost as if we had choreographed `the stripping' of Miguel ahead of time. I worked on his right side and Jimbo worked his left. After tossing his shirt to the floor, we went straight for his shorts next. Jimbo undid his button and I unzipped his fly. I gripped his shorts on the right side and Jimbo gripped the left. Together, we pushed his shorts to the floor. Still mostly frozen in place, Miguel managed to lift his left leg for Jimbo to remove his pant leg, shoe and sock on his side. Then he lifted his right leg and I finished the job on my side. Miguel held on to me for balance as I felt his body tremble with excitement. The only thing left that was standing in the way of Miguel's total nakedness was his boxer briefs. Again, Jimbo took hold of the left side and I took the right side and we slipped our thumbs under the waistband and dropped those drawers like a rock.
Jimbo and I looked Miguel over and smiled with approval. He was much more developed than he had led us to believe. For just turning fifteen, he had a well-defined uncut cock of six inches and beautifully proportioned cojones. His foreskin covered his hardened shaft and his dickhead peeked out just enough to reveal his small piss slit. The outline of his coronal ridge protruded through his foreskin with such perfection that it made me want to just put it in my mouth and suck it. We led Miguel by the hand and pulled his naked body onto the bed with us. The three of us put our heads across the pillows and Miguel nuzzled sweetly between Jimbo and me as he began to relax and enjoy the closeness.
Miguel reached across to Jimbo and me and resumed stroking us like he was doing before. The expression on his face told us he was in seventh heaven. I reached over to Miguel and took his cock into my hand. He was as rigid as a tree trunk as I began to stroke him. He got so distracted that he gasped from the unexpected sensation and momentarily stopped stroking Jimbo and me. Jimbo then reached over from his side and joined his hand together with mine to give Miguel a thrill he wouldn't soon forget. Jimbo stoked the lower part of Miguel's cock and I took the upper part. After a few seconds of that, Miguel realized he had stopped what he was doing and enthusiastically resumed stroking us. It was an amazing sight to watch our four hands bob up and down on our three rigidly hard cocks, pacing our combined strokes into a perfect rhythm.
Both Jimbo and I are circumcised and this was my first experience with someone uncut. The extra foreskin around his dick made it easy to stroke him without the need for any lubrication. I could feel the glans of his cock under that foreskin begin to swell and contract as my hand passed up and down over his cock head. Miguel was starting to breathe heavily now and all three of us were moaning with pleasure.
"Wait!" Miguel exclaimed. "Stop, I don't want to cum so fast. There are so many other things that I want to do before you guys leave."
"Other things?" Jimbo questioned.
"Like what?" I asked.
"You know," Miguel explained. "Like sucking nipples, blowjobs, sixty-nines, three ways, and of course there's rimming, prostate milking and chain fucking, as well as ass pounding rear deliveries."
"How old are you again?" I asked.
"Hey Snake," Jimbo turned, giving me a puzzled look, "I don't even know what half of that stuff is. I don't know about you, but I haven't even tried doing half the stuff I do know about."
"Have you done all that stuff before Miguel?" I wondered out loud.
"No," he answered shyly.
"How do you know about all that stuff then?" I asked.
"Simple, the Internet," he stated. "My dad is gone a lot and I use that extra time to look for stuff like that. I know dozens of sites and I've even seen videos of all that stuff. I could show you how it's done if you want."
"I don't think that will be necessary," I said.
"I just want to try as many things as I can while you guys are still here," Miguel pleaded. "I don't know when I'll get another chance to try something new, something hot!"
"I think we'll just do what comes naturally," I said, "if that's all right with you? Besides, I've always heard that staying spontaneous is best."
"You guys are so great," Miguel complemented. "So then, what's next?"
"Remember, don't ask," Jimbo chided. "Just do what feels right!"
Miguel had mentioned wanting to try doing a sixty-nine in his must do `wish list'. Since it was going to be the three of us at once, it was going to have to be more like a geometric triangle and less like the number sixty-nine.
I began to move into a partial sixty-nine position with Jimbo and he instantly knew what I was trying to do. Between the two of us, we pulled Miguel into the desired spot, creating the needed three-point connection. Once we were in the desired positions, we devoured each other's cocks and went at it like we'd done this a thousand times before. I was sucking Miguel, Miguel was sucking Jimbo, and Jimbo was sucking me. Miguel was quite a mouthful for a kid having just turned fifteen years old. I played with his delectably juicy looking nuts by rolling them around in my fingers while I swallowed his hardon to the bone. Judging by the moaning he was doing, he was enjoying himself immensely. Miguel followed my lead and began playing with Jimbo's nuts and that encouraged Jimbo to suck me even more fervently.
"Oh wow, this is so much fun," Miguel said as he pulled off of Jimbo just long enough to speak.
"Time to switch," I announced.
"What do you mean?" Miguel asked.
"We all flip over and face the other way," I instructed.
"Oh yeah, I get it," Miguel grinned.
We all turned around and each of us dove into our new partners. Miguel was now sucking me, I was sucking Jimbo, and Jimbo sucked on Miguel. I got caught off guard as Miguel immediately began playing with my balls in the same way I had been doing to him a minute ago. This little dynamo was learning fast and was making me feel like the three of us had been friends for a lifetime.
Suddenly, I got the weird sensation that it actually was Jimbo that was sucking me instead of Miguel. I had to look down at my own dick to see for myself that it was still Miguel who was actually sucking me. Apparently, Miguel was copying what Jimbo and I had been doing to him and passing it back to us, blow by blow. Then I began to realize that I too was copying and passing along the same series of actions that Miguel was doing to me. It was as if we were caught in a triangular feedback loop of increasing intensity. I started to feel that far off sensation of an orgasm approach as Miguel continued to coax the sperm right out of my balls. I sensed we were all getting close as we kept passing around our different styles and techniques to each other in our rotary suckfest. It was hot to feel how intimate Miguel was being with Jimbo and me since, only a few minutes ago, we were virtual strangers.
"I'm getting really close," Miguel said as he pulled off my dick to speak. "How about you guys?"
"I'm very close," I said as I pulled off of Jimbo.
"I'm so close that I almost blasted your tonsils just now, Snake," Jimbo declared, "so yeah, I'm close all right!"
"Okay then," Miguel said. "I want to watch you two guys shoot it off. Is that okay with you?"
"Sure," I said.
"Yeah, I'd like to see that myself!" Jimbo said.
"You're right, that would be hot, wouldn't it?" I agreed.
"So, can I finish you guys off then?" Miguel asked.
Jimbo and I looked at each other and I could see the anticipation in Jimbo's eyes.
"Show him what the old Seaweed can do," I encouraged Jimbo. "Give him the old fireworks spectacular you're so famous for!"
"Okay, Snake, we'll give him a show he won't soon forget, won't we?" Jimbo said to me as we both looked back at Miguel to see his face fill with extreme excitement.
"Okay then," Miguel said. "You guys go back to the pillows and lay side by side. I'll sit between you and finish you guys off together. Is that okay?"
"Sounds like a plan," I said as Jimbo and I got comfortable together on the bed and prepared to psych each other into giving Miguel the show of his life.
Miguel walked over to his dresser and got out a small packet of I.D. Glide lubricant from his top drawer. He then wiggled his way between Jimbo and I until he was in the perfect position to watch the two of us shoot our loads. He peeled open the single use lubricant packet and coated both his hands with the slick, slippery substance. Somehow he knew that the lubricant was exactly what our two circumcised cocks needed to make us splatter our loads uncontrollably. He then took our cocks into his hands and began to jack us to a spectacular finish. His lube covered hands felt incredible as he intentionally tried to make us cum by using a variety of different stroking techniques. He stroked us gently and then he tightened his grip. He began slowly and then increased his speed. He stroked us with his thumbs up and then switched to thumbs down. He swirled his fingers around the ridge of our frenulum and then explored every inch of our exposed cock heads pulling us both to the edge of an explosive climax. He amused himself by playing with our cut cocks, doing to us what he couldn't do to himself, putting us on the edge where he made us teeter on the precipice relentlessly.
Jimbo and I started to breathe heavily now as we both recognized the signs that our combined cataclysmic orgasms were approaching. I felt Jimbo reach for my hand as he lay beside me with his eyes closed. I took his hand into mine and we both prepared to shoot our collective wads into the air as Miguel summoned the very sperm from our balls. As Jimbo and I held each other's hands, we used the amount of strength in our grip to determine how close we were getting to our climax so we could try to arrive at nirvana together. It was going to be difficult since neither one of us were in control of our orgasms. Needless to say, we were going to give it a good old fashioned try as we enjoyed the attempt.
I had forgotten how much fun it was to mess around with other guys. I was being reminded how great it feels to have a dick in my mouth and taste the warm sweet nectar that oozes from its center. I was being totally schooled by this fifteen-year-old stranger, teaching me how much I missed the pleasures of sucking a cock and getting sucked and jacked by another guy that you really care about. Sometimes, it seems like it takes another guy to know how to drive his partner crazy with lust and desire. Miguel was proving my point right now. He started to get that crazed look in his eyes knowing that Jimbo and I were mere seconds away from launching our greatly anticipated payloads as his attention became transfixed on our twitching cocks. We were now powerless to resist as Miguel mercilessly charmed the living cum right out of our two snakes. He really was like an oboe wielding snake charmer, beckoning us to perform for him in his little private den of seduction, being spellbound himself as we surrendered ourselves over to his will.
I felt Jimbo squeeze my hand really hard, letting me know that he was on the edge, holding back with only a whisper and a prayer until I would give him the signal to let it fly. I was actually only a second or two behind him as I felt my balls tighten, injecting an extra-large portion of liquid sperm into my tubes and vesicles in preparation for ejaculation.
Then I felt a tingle emanate from my swollen balls that traveled up my seven-inch shaft that Miguel was pounding and stroking without mercy. I watched my cock head grow and expand with each stroke of Miguel's hand as my muscles forcefully contracted. I felt an erotic type of pressure begin to build. It started behind my balls and ascended into the core of my reproductive system. I felt something deep inside me pull back like the hammer of a gun being cocked and poised for firing. I squeezed Jimbo's hand definitively, letting him know that I had reached the desired apex with absolutely no margin of error.
"Oh boy, I'm cuming," Jimbo erotically announced. "This one's for you, Miguel!"
"Hey Seaweed, open your eyes or you'll miss your own fireworks show, dude!"
"Oh god!" Jimbo trembled as he opened his eyes.
All eyes were now on our two cocks as the tension of our anticipated climax flew off the charts.
It was beginning to look like our attempt to synchronize our orgasms was going to pay off as I watched my buddy Jimbo hold his breath and arch his back. Then I looked over at Miguel who was licking his lips as his eyes widened and his pupils dilated.
Oddly, I felt my climax delay a moment as even more pressure continued to build up behind my balls. I myself hadn't climaxed recently, so I had a bit of extra pent up sexual energy built up. As if everything turned to slow motion, I watched myself as my body systematically went through a series of incredible sensations. First, I arched my back just as Jimbo had done as all my muscles tensed up. My cock ceased being flesh and blood and became a loaded pistol. Then, I felt the trigger of my gun release, sending the firing pin hurtling toward my loaded bullet, hitting it dead center. The resulting explosion forcefully discharged my sperm enriched contents straight down the barrel of my gun, sending an extra heavy load of my homemade boy cream surging past Miguel's pumping fingers and blasting into a cumshot of massive proportions. I was stunned as I watched my own semen shoot so hard that it simply resembled a fire hose. Before my first blast rained down onto my chest, splattering on my chest like rain, Jimbo shot his cannon and our dual pyrotechnic display inaugurated the proceedings with a heart pounding commencement of exploding cum.
"Oh My God," Miguel exclaimed with giddy laughter. "Holy Crap! Oh fuck yeah, you guys! Fucking awesome, man!"
Miguel started spewing an endless array of superlatives with each blast of semen that Jimbo and I released until we were both out of ammo and reeling from our continuing stimulation.
"You... can... stop now!" I muttered as Miguel caused our bodies to jump and twitch with his relentless enthusiasm as he continued to pound us as if we had another gallon of cream yet to offer.
"Oh, sorry," he said. "You two guys are `gods'! I hope I can shoot like you guys in another year from now when I'm your age."
"Well, how far can you shoot it right now?" I asked.
"Nothing like you guys," he said.
"Well, how far?" Jimbo asked. "Two inches? Four? Six?"
Miguel turned red with embarrassment but didn't answer.
"I think we'll just have to find out for ourselves, won't we Seaweed?" I asked.
"Exactly, Snake! I think a little payback is in order, don't you?" Jimbo retorted.
"Oh, you guys don't have to do that," Miguel nervously answered, a little worried at the prospect of the old adage: `Turnabout Is Fair Play'.
"It will be our pleasure," I smiled as Jimbo and I got ahold of Miguel and had him switch places with us.
We put him on his back and I sat on the bed and positioned myself on Miguel's left while Jimbo joined me on Miguel's right.
"Do you have any more packets of that lube in your drawer over there?" I asked as Miguel propped himself up on his elbows.
"No, that was my only one," he said. "Sorry!"
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking Seaweed?" I asked.
"I'm right with you Snake," Jimbo grinned.
Miguel had a rock hard erection waiting for us, but his face was full of anxiety.
"What's wrong Miguel?" I asked.
"I've never done this before."
"What are you talking about?" Jimbo asked. "You're more experienced than the both of us put together, dude!"
"Yeah, I suppose it looks that way," Miguel began. "Whenever I get lucky enough to get someone down here, I do all kinds of stuff to them, but when I'm finished, they've had their orgasms and are sexually satisfied and want to leave. Then I end up just jacking myself off after they're gone. It's okay though, I've just gotten used to it."
"Well, we're not going to just `use you and leave you' like those other guys, Miguel. Right, Snake?" Jimbo said.
"That's right, Seaweed. We promise," I said. "The team of Seaweed and Snake are going to show you their gratitude now. So lay back, rest your head on the pillow and relax. Remain on the bed and keep your hands and arms inside the compartment at all times for your safety and the safety of others!"
"And remember, please, no flash photography!" Jimbo interjected, laughing as we mocked the amusement park notifications and general warnings.
I reached down to my cock and collected as much of the lubricant that still remained on it and applied it to Miguel's dry boner. It wasn't much, but it was a start. Jimbo followed my lead and collected all he could from himself and added his amount to Miguel's quivering shaft. Together, we shared Miguel's cock between us, slowly stroking him and causing him to begin moaning. He continued to lean upon his elbows as he watched the both of us with great wonder and amazement, offering up our new friend and rescuer our undivided attention.
Then I stopped and pulled Miguel's foreskin down to reveal his bulbous cock head, exposing his sensitive crown to the open. I wanted to give Miguel a coronal rubdown so erotic that he would never forget it. I began collecting all the semen that Jimbo and I had shot all over our bodies so I could use it as the hottest, sexist lube ever. Once I gathered all I could from Jimbo's chest as well as my own, I coated Miguel's dickhead with it and began my sensual massage. I peeled back Miguel's foreskin until he looked cut like Jimbo and I and then drew three fingers together and traced the outline of Miguel's coronal ring as Jimbo slowly stroked the lower part of his shaft, sensuously kneading his balls with great care.
Miguel drew in a deep breath as he experienced the most amazing and unexpected sensation of his life. The fact that we were using our combined cum loads to lubricate Miguel's cock to orgasm was the hottest thing that Miguel could possibly imagine. Just the thought of it sent chills running up and down his spine as Jimbo and I made love to Miguel's considerable dick.
"Oh shit, that is so amazing," Miguel declared. "I wish you guys lived here in
Jimbo and I looked at each other. Our experience here in
"Seaweed and Snake, Seaweed and Snake," Miguel started chanting. "Seaweed and Snake, you guys are the greatest. I'll never forget you. Oh my god, you guys are so hot, I want to suck you off. Let me suck you guys off. Please!"
"Just relax and enjoy the ride," I told him. "Right now, it's all about you!"
He melted back down and took my advice, allowing himself to finally be the center of our attention. His eyes rolled back into his head as he entered into an alternate universe. His arms and legs randomly jumped and jerked as Jimbo and I stimulated every available nerve. Then, his body stiffened as he held his breath. His legs started to shake, first his left leg and then both. I stopped my coronal massage and switched to a traditional stroking type of masturbation technique to finish him off.
"Oh wow, oh wow, oh... Wow!" he uttered. "I'm gonna..."
Before he could finish his announcement, a powerful surge of semen gushed from between my fingers as I stroked him single mindedly. I felt his cock expand in my hand as his boy juice rocketed from deep within his body.
"Fantastic!" I exclaimed.
"Hell yeah," Jimbo howled. "Now, that's what I'm talking about, Miguel! `You The Man'!"
He only gave us two big blasts, but they were spectacular ones by any standard. He fired those two shots just as far as Jimbo or I had shot our barrage just moments ago and it surprised me, Jimbo, and even Miguel himself. Jimbo and I gave him a few extra strokes like he had done to us. He dribbled and oozed about another teaspoon or so of his delectable boy cream before he reached out and grasped our hands to stop us from administering the torturous grip of over stimulation.
"Fuck!" Miguel exclaimed, gasping for breath. "So that's what it's like to get jacked off. That was totally awesome! I don't want you guys to ever leave. I wish I could keep you here so we could do a lot more shit like that... like... everyday! You know what would be so cool, for you guys to come live here with me. The things we could do. I promise, you'd never get bored."
"Miguel, you're a really cool guy and we both like you a lot but..." I started.
"But, we have to get going." Jimbo said, finishing my thought for me.
Suddenly, Miguel got quiet and we saw this sad look grow on his face before he turned away from us to hide it.
"I've got a great idea!" I said. "Give us your address and phone number and when we're in the neighborhood again, we'll get together and play around some more. How does that sound?"
Without saying a word, Miguel got a pencil from his
dresser drawer and started writing. He
gave us his address here in
Miguel was pretty sure that he would never find himself in Orange County to ever come visit us anytime soon, but he made sure to get our cell phone numbers before we left. As we relayed our numbers to him, he pulled out his cell phone and programmed our numbers in right away. While he was still holding his phone in his hand, he reluctantly called a real genuine cab for us that would take us back to our rendezvous spot.
"Your cab should be here in about twenty minutes," Miguel said as his eyes began to well up.
"Thanks Miguel," Jimbo said.
"For everything," I added.
"If I may ask," Miguel said. "Why were you in
"My parents were here to refill their prescriptions and see the dentist," I began. "Seaweed and I planned to spend the day together anyway, so my parents offered to take us with them and we accepted. Both Seaweed and I have been looking to buy a guitar and we thought this would be the perfect chance to find something here that was within our budget."
"That's how we came to be here," Jimbo continued. "We were being a little too greedy and it got the attention of those bad guys. Before we knew it, we were here, running for our lives when you literally saved our asses. It was destiny that all that happened so we could meet you."
"We're going to miss you, Miguel," I said and the three of us found ourselves in a naked, three-way hug. Even this innocent hug felt incredibly sensuous as our cocks and balls commingled in our embrace, still slippery and slimy from our encounter.
"I hate to say this, but you guys better get dressed now," Miguel said. "Your cab is going to be here soon. You can freshen up in the bathroom there before you go."
"Yeah, thanks," I said as Jimbo and I washed the sticky cum and lube off us before all three of us got dressed.
"Before you guys go, will you play me a song on the guitar?" Miguel pleaded.
"Okay," I said as I looked at Miguel questionably. "Do you have a guitar here I can play?"
"I have two classical guitars and one electric," he beamed.
He opened his closet and pulled out his two full size classical guitars. He handed one to Jimbo and one to me and then sat down on the bed and waited to be entertained. The two of us sat together on the couch and we proceeded to play a brief duet that Jimbo and I had been perfecting. When we finished, Miguel enthusiastically applauded us and asked for an encore. Just then we heard a car horn blow two times and knew it was our cue to leave.
Miguel hugged us once more and then followed us out of
his basement to be sure we were getting into a genuine
Jimbo and I were unusually quiet as the cab driver returned us to our scheduled rendezvous point. We allowed the local authentic Mexican music station coming from the cab's A.M. radio to wash over us. The fare came to twenty-five dollars and we tipped the driver an extra five dollars and counted our blessings that we were now back where we belonged. We were about twenty minutes late in arriving but it didn't seem to matter. We could see my parents sitting in a small eatery across the street, waiting patiently for us. Fortunately, as we excited the cab, they did not notice us arrive. Once we reunited with my parents, we walked to the parking lot where Dad had parked the car. He paid the toll for the time we had parked and then we headed home. Outside of having spent most of our money, we managed to come out of it in one piece.
"It doesn't look like you two had any luck finding a guitar," my mom noticed as she spoke with a slight slur in her speech from getting a mouth full of Novocain from the dentist. "You're obviously empty handed."
"Well, no, not really," Jimbo answered. "But we did have a lot of fun looking!"
As we were waiting in line at the border, sitting in our car and watching the customs officers pulling random cars out of line for inspection, some vendors were selling stuff right there on the street, going from car to car, hoping to cash in on the last minute impulse shoppers. One vendor was holding a nice looking guitar high in the air as he caught my father's eye.
"Hey, look guys," dad said. "There's someone selling a guitar right there. Do you want me to find out what he wants for it?"
"Yeah, would you please?" I said.
My dad rolled down his window and whistled for the guy to come over. My dad, who does speak Spanish quite well, asked his price.
"I got him down to forty dollars," my dad said. "Do you want it?"
"Ask him if he has two," I said on Jimbo's behalf.
Dad spoke with the guy again and then said, "He has exactly two left! Do you want them?"
"Hell yeah," Jimbo shouted out.
"Wait a minute," I said. "We don't have that much money left anymore."
"Well, how much do you guys have?" Dad asked.
We started off with one hundred dollars between us. We spent a total of ten dollars for lunch and thirty dollars for the cab ride from Miguel's house which we split down the middle. We pooled our money together and came up with sixty dollars.
"Looks like we're twenty dollars short," I said.
"I thought you guys had a hundred dollars between you?" Dad said.
"Well, some things came up and we needed to spend some of it," I revealed.
My dad shook his head and said, "All right, pass what you have forward and I'll see what I can do."
He took our sixty dollars and added twenty more from his own wallet and purchased our two guitars from the street vendor, just in a nick of time.
Jimbo and I couldn't believe our good fortune. We avoided paying sixty-nine dollars for only one guitar at the Mexican music shop. We narrowly missed getting shot by kidnappers. We sidestepped the criminals from being able to sell our asses on the black market. We had the good fortune of getting rescued by the cutest, horniest fifteen-year-old boy ever and we were treated to the hottest, sexiest, two hours of boy on boy action we could have ever hoped for, and Jimbo and I still got our guitars for the forty dollars we each had originally planned on. Life was good as the team of Seaweed and Snake got dipped in shit and came out smelling like a rose.
End of Chapter #2
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