Date: Sun, 19 Jul 2020 18:00:41 +0000 (UTC)
From: lovmexjiz@aol.com
Subject: The Good Old Days Part 3

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When Pepe left for Mexico, I was sort of upset, but covered it well with
the help of David and Howard.  I think they knew I was getting fucked by
Pepe, I am not sure if they knew how much.  But no matter, I let them both
use me for their pleasure, whether it was orally or anally.  I was a little
surprised that they had no qualms about fucking me one after the other, but
I couldn't get them to double penetrate me.  Somehow they would shove into
me with a butt full of cum and that was no problem, but didn't want to both
be in me at the same time.  I helped them out thru their senior year and
got to know a couple of other kids that enjoyed me helping them.  After
David and Howard graduated and went off to college, the new guys could keep
me busy on my knees or on my back.  I was surprised the word never really
got out so my reputation remained in tack and I keep getting fucked all the
way thru high school.  Rick and James were good friends and I lost track of
how many times I blew them or bent over for them.  We had a great time and
when I went off to college, they stayed home, one got hired as a local cop
and the other stayed and worked the family ranch.

In college, it was more of the same, helping out lonely horny guys and I
kept swallowing and swallowing.  For four years I made my self useful with
the gloryholes in the different buildings and never got caught.  So so
lucky.  After college, just a typical gay young man, dating and growing and
learning more and more about myself and expanding my horizons.  I couldn't
believe it one morning in the mail came an invitation to our 10 year high
school reunion.  Time really flies by.  I took stock in my life and
thought, I have had some fun, banked a little money and it just might be
fun to return home and see what was going on at the old alma mater.  I
called up Rick and James to see if they were going to the reunion and
learned that they had both married and had a couple of kids, but both were
excited for the reunion and seeing me again.  In the back of my mind, I was
wondering just what excited them the most.  We talked on the phone almost
every week up the the reunion, but it never came up.  I made room
reservations at the motel next to the social hall where the reunion would
be held so I wouldn't have too far to stumble if I over indulged in the
spirits and I knew if Rick and Jim were there, booze would flow.

The reunion was to be a Friday/Saturday affair, so I arrived in town on
Thursday to remind myself of the lay of the land and to see my hometown
from a new perspective.  Since I still had a little family there, I planned
on staying a couple more days before heading out.  As luck would have it
not to mention this is a very small town, as I pulled into the gas station,
here is James, the rancher, in his 501s getting out of a pickup truck.  It
took him a couple of seconds to recognize me and then he was all over me
greeting me.  He introduced me to his wife and we chatted a while.  He
asked what I was doing later that day and I told him nothing so we made
plans to meet at the bowling alley to have some drinks, which was also
conveniently located right next to the motel.  It was so good to see a
friendly face, and I was thinking this trip was going to be okay.

At 8 PM I strolled into the bowling alley bar just as Rick, Jim and Alex
walk in the opposite doors.  I knew Alex from school but not in the same
way as Jim and Rick.  Alex was a sports nut and he and I had never really
interacted. Rick was still in his police uniform, so as he went home to
change, Alex, Jim and I started the drinking thing.  It looked like we had
the place to ourselves as it was summer and people just aren't into bowling
leagues during the summer months.  A couple of rounds later and 30 minutes,
Rick shows back up and as he come in he walks behind my chair and rubs on
my shoulders and I could feel him also rub his crotch across my back.  It
was a good feeling to know things weren't that out of wack, but I was
nervous not knowing if Alex could pick up on what was going on.  In the
back of my mind, I figured they had brought Alex along to keep things tame
since both had wives at this point.  I stood up, turned around and gave
Rick a big hug and told him I was glad he had come.  He says, "I haven't
yet, but will." and everyone laughs including Alex and with that we ordered
another round.

I noticed the kid that had been waiting on us at our table and he seemed
mighty young to be bartending.  I asked who he was and was shocked by the
answer.  They asked me if I remembered Pepe Martinez, they said he was the
one that everyone thought was fucking me (he was, but they didn't need to
know that), well come to find out he had been fucking a 16 year old girl by
the name of Collen Wilder and got her pregnant.  That is why he and his dad
left so abruptly back to Mexico, not because everyone thought he was
fucking a guy, but because he got a girl pregnant.  Somehow his dad had
found out that she was pregnant and took Pepe back and put him in the
seminary in Mexico.  The kid that was waiting tables was Pepe's and
Collen's son and the bowling alley is owned by Collen's parents.  That is
how he can work here being so young.  I was still surprised he could serve
alcohol especially with a cop at the table, but guess, everyone just turned
a blind eye to that. At least I now knew why he looked familiar and I
wished I had gotten pregnant when Pepe was fucking me, this kid was good
looking. I finally asked the guys if they minded me asking the kid to join
us since the place was so dead and they thought that was fine.  So I did.
I ordered another round and everyone was drinking beer except me, I was
drinking rum and coke and lime.  I asked for just a coke and lime in
addition to our regular order and told the kid that the extra drink was for
him.  He was all happy and said it was boring and would be happy to come
and sit with us.  Besides he already knew everyone at the table except me.
When the drinks arrived, we toasted to a good weekend and took a swallow.
My drink was way too strong and he just winked at me.  I thought, you
little shit, let me get back at you.  I didn't sit my drink down just went
over and traded him and told him he must have gotten them switched because
there was no booze in mine so took his under the pretense that it must be
the one with the alcohol.  He picked it up and sucked it down apologizing
that he mixed them up.  If that drink didn't put hair on his nuts, nothing
would and he didn't even blink.  I tipped the one that I thought was just
coke back and found that both drinks had been made the same.  This kid was
tough and I was getting drunk.  I ordered another round.

Rick said that he was going to step outside to smoke a cigarette.  I
thought that was a wonderful idea as I need fresh air and I needed it
badly.  I forgot how much small town boys could drink and maintain their
wits.  We went out the side door by the dumpster so if anyone else came in
they wouldn't complain about having to walk thru the smoke.  While we are
standing there, Rick turns to face me with his back to the street and
decides to take a leak.  With cigarette between his lips he pulls his cock
out of the front of his shorts and starts peeing.  It wasn't as if I hadn't
seen it before, felt it before, had it in my mouth before, or up my ass,
but I was surprised at this.  If his purpose was to get me fired up, it
worked.  As soon as the last drops were being flicked off the end of his
cock, I was bent over sucking him.  It brought back so many fun memories.
He was rubbing my back and pushed his hand down the back of my pants and a
finger up the crack of my ass.  His other hand was holding my head in
place, cigarette ashes blowing around and as he grunts shooting his nut
into my eager mouth, he shoves his middle finger into my hole.  I didn't
cum from this but was so close, it hurt.  I stood up, swallowed,
straighened my clothes while he pulled his dick back into his pants and we
returned to the party.

The drinks were on the table and I was hesitant to drink mine for fear how
strong it would be, but it wasn't bad.  But I had enough liquor in me my
mouth started saying things, I should have kept to my self.  I asked Jose
(named after his father) how Pepe was doing and if he talked with him very
much or if he had the chance to see him.  He said they do talk a lot and as
a matter of fact, while we here outside, he placed a call to him to see if
he remembered me.  He said yes that I was his best friend when he got here
and that I was a lot of fun.  I asked if that was all and he smiled and
said that Pepe told him to hang with me and I would make him a new man and
I would know what that means.  Everyone laughed excpet Jose who sat there
with a puzzled look on his face.

Alex said that it was his turn to smoke and asked if anyone else wanted to
join him.  He threw some money on the table and Jim said he would go get
some air and then told me I should go also, that I was looking a little
drunk.  I wasn't just looking a little drunk, I was damn drunk.  I was
swaying when Alex pulled his cock out of his jeans and will always blame it
on the sway, but i bumped into Alex and in a flash had his cock in my hand
as I tried to regain the upright position.  He laughs and tells me "don't
start something, if I can't finish it." to which Jim replies, "oh he will
finish it, just give him a minute."  With that, Alex's hand pulled my head
down to his crotch and stuck his cock in my mouth.  Alex moans and says it
is so good to find a bottom boy and that they need to get me to stay to
take care of them.  I am hearing all this in my mental fog and suddenly I
realize my pants have been pulled down off my ass.  Jim is spittin on my
hole and complaining that if he knew this was going to happen he would have
brought a rubber, but what the hell and sticks it in my ass.  Thank
goodness that Rick had loosened me a little with his finger.  Jim is
rocking back and forth into my ass holding me by the hips and I am holding
Alex by the legs and swallowing his cock being fucked in both ends.  It was
no time at all and Jim is moaning and panting as he unloads into my ass.
As he pulls out he says, " yes it is good to have a bottom back in town".
As he buttons up his 501s he asks Alex if he came and by answer Alex twist
me around and shoves himself into my dripping hole.  Jim says that is
nasty, I just shot in there and he is unfazed and pumps about 4 times and
adds to Jims semen offering.  As Alex is squeezing out the last couple of
shots Jim is headed back in complaining that he has cum on the front of his
pants and Alex chimes in that he does too.  Guess this is why people are
supposed to fuck naked, not just pull out the cock and fuck.

As we get back in drinks are on the table and Rick suggests we call it a
night, but he needed one more cigarette before he goes home since can't
smoke at home.  He wants me go with him while he smokes and I instantly
decline.  I told them I was done smoking for the night and need to hit the
hay.  Rick being the kind cop that he is volunteered to make sure I made it
back to my motel, took the key and we headed out.  I couldn't believe how
much of light weight I had become with drinking, city life was killing me.
He got me into my room and I turned to close the door and he says "no", you
need a shower and we can do it the easy way or the hard way.  The easy way
me getting undressed and taking the shower my self or him stripping me down
and putting me in the shower.  After I fell twice trying the easy way,
while I was laying on the floor in a heap, he gets naked and I couldn't
believe all the hard training as a cop had developed him.  While naked, he
then starts to undress me, holding me up at the same time.  He finally gets
me naked and pulls me to the shower.  The water is chilly and he says it is
good for me as he starts to wash me.  He pays particular attention to my
ass and maybe washes it a bit longer than necessary, but he tells me that
if it isn't clean it will stick together over night and I'll smell like
hell at the reunion tomorrow.  He has me leaning forward into the shower
wall, holding me up with one of his hands and keeps soaping my entire body.
When he gets to my ass, he makes sure between the cheeks is very clean
going back and forth over it rubbing my pucker.  All the sudden I feel it
and he is penetrating me as I stand there.  He gives it all he has and is
pounding me hard for a good 10 minutes and then I feel it.  He just stops
with his cock buried in me to the hilt and he cums.  Again, I am reminded
of the good old days of high school and being his bottom boy.  As he pulls
out he tells me to hold it in me and he once again, washes the crack of my
ass.  I remember climbing onto the bed still wet and watching Rick get
dressed.  I don't remember him leaving or anything else.  I don't even know
what time it is.

I wake up after what seems like hours, the lamp is still one, the curtains
open and I am stark naked on the bed.  All I could figure is when Rick left
he opened the drapes as a prank.  And there it is again, what is that
noise?  I finally get my wits about me and realize that it is someone at
the door knocking.  I jump up, wrap a Ricks towel around me and go to the
door.  There stands Jose.  He tells me that he was concerned so he came by
to check on me to make sure I made it home okay.  Sure, why wouldn't I be,
he then tells me he saw the guys fucking me by the dumpster and then they
left with me.  He tells me that it looked like I liked it, but he wanted to
make sure I was okay.  He also tells me that he knows these guys and they
can be mean, I laughed and said, give them some ass and they will be your
friend forever or until you stop letting them fuck you.  I laughed and so
did he and he come in and takes one of the chairs in the room.  I sat down
on the bed and told him I would get him a beer if he liked.  That is all I
remember again until I woke up.  The towel that I had been wearing was on
the floor and Jose was sleeping behind me in bed with his 7 inch smooth
hard cock sticking out the front of tight boxer shorts. I ran my fingers
into the crack of my ass and yup, I had been fucked.  I got out of bed,
shut the drapes, washed my ass and his cock, ran my tongue over the head of
his cock and passed out, again, on the bed.

When I woke up again, the sun was shining around the edge of the drapes and
Jose's boxers were lying on the bed next to me, but no Jose.  I reached
back in my crack and he had fucked me again.  I could smell his cum.  On
the dresser was a note that said, "My papa was right, you made me a new
man, not once, not twice, but three times.  You are now my new best friend.
I'll see you later."  As I was trying to get my wits about me, I was trying
to figure out how many loads I had in me.  Rick one in my stomach, on from
each of Alex and Jim in my ass, another from Rick in my ass and three from
that little 14 year old horny fucker and the reunion only starts today.