Latin Cock Encounter

When I came back to school after this summer, starting my senior year, I knew something had changed in my mind. I've been gay for a while, I've known that. But now, one individual held my attention constantly.

He had moved here a few years ago, and he had quite a history. Born in Mexico, had lived in nine different exotic areas, including Hawaii, Cancun, and Spain. He also spoke English, essentially flawless, but with a mild accent that makes my cock jump. And now, God, I don't know, but damn does he have a fine chest.

He had developed his muscles quite a bit over the summer. I hadn't seen him, but I hadn't seen a lot of people, even considering that I live in such a small town. He knew he looked good, and he often wears a white T-shirt and dark pair of jeans in order to show off his physique.

Oh, he's a latino. I don't know how to say it properly, but he's Mexican, and he has that nice shade of chocolate brown that makes me just want to lick him all over. I suppose I'm getting ahead of myself.

Anyway, we've both gotten along well as acquaintance/friends for all this time. This year, I just get dumbstruck, but I'll try to start a conversation with him, just so I can check him out as we talk, and hope he doesn't notice me staring at his chest. I guess I'm obsessed with that chest.

To make it easier to write this, I'll just call him Jose. Sometimes Jose comes up to me and starts a conversation, and it ends up sounding kind of dumb, as if he were making excuses to talk to me. I can hope. I guess this story comes from that hope. Ok, so I'm telling a story now...

As a senior, I now had the privilege of being free during my study hall to go anywhere in the school I would like, not having to check in at all during that time. I guess Jose was in a similar situation, because he was always hanging out during the same class period.

I guess sexual pressure had built up beyond its limits, because I made up an experiment to find out if we were flirting, or if I was just reading into the situation.

"Are you interested in some action with another guy? I think you are. If you want to get together and talk about some possibilities, sit in your car in the library parking lot at 8:00 tomorrow night."

I slipped the note into his locker. It would suck if somebody saw me put in the note, eventually I was found out. I had to make the attempt.

I didn't try to start any conversation with Jose that day.

I was very apprehensive when I drove past the library, looking in the parking lot for his car. 6:50...he wasn't there. 6:55...not there. 7:00...still not there. I was ready to give up, when I drove past one more time. 7:05...his car sits in a parking space at the far end of the lot.

What if he's here to find out who I am so he can try to start a fight? Or to simply prove it was me, and ruin my reputation around school. Some experiment, I thought. Well, at this point, it's all or nothing. I could always flee the country, I guess.

I pulled up and parked next to his car. When I got out, I walked over to his door and he rolled down the window. "Hey Mike," he said.

"Hey, what's up? I saw your car," I lied.

"Yeah, uh, just waiting for someone."

"Really, who?"

"Uh, heh, nobody I guess."

"Sounds interesting." Ok, he's interested. Now I tell him it's me. "Well, I'm here. I left you the note." He looked as though it were some kind of relief.

"Uh, get in, and we can go somewhere and talk or something, I guess." I could tell he didn't really know what to make of the situation. That's ok though, I suppose.

We drove around for about a half hour before the conversation ever turned toward sex. "Why'd you leave me the note?"

"I guess I should be honest at this point. I really, REALLY like you, I think. I can't believe I'm saying this, but I want to do some things for...to...with you."

He was silent for a while. It was kind of frightening, but he didn't get upset. "This is weird," he said. "You know I have a girlfriend."

"Yeah, I know. Still."

"I probably shouldn't do this." I noticed that we had pulled off onto some side roads and onto a gravel road. He stopped the car. Then he turned, and kissed me.

I had never kissed a guy before in my life. It was strange. But it worked very well. Our tongues began sliding in and out of each of our mouths, and I felt my cock getting hard.

I should have thought about that earlier. I've never seen a latin guy's cock. Was I about to be embarassed? My seven-and-three-quarters inch cock seemed to be large enough for me, but what would he think.

We pulled away from the kiss, and now he appeared ready to go. Quickly, the T-shirt was pulled over his head. His arms stretched upward showed his armpit hair. I didn't have much armpit hair, but his was big and bushy. I stuck my nose into it and inhaled his musky smell. He seemed kind of shocked, but he didn't try to stop me.

I was pulling my clothes off as he took off his. We slid into the back seat of his car, where I saw for the first time Jose in his full nakedness.

His chest looked just as great without the T-shirt. My hands reached out to rub his pecs, massaging them. I was rock hard. I looked down over him, and his abs were no disappointment either. Well defined. I was kind of embarassed, as I was out of shape. His penis was not circumsized, and seemed to be about the same size as mine, maybe a little larger. I wanted to suck it so bad.

Jose reached up and took my hands off his chest, where I had been massaging for who knows how long. As he did so, I leaned back slightly, where he slowly came down onto my cock, taking it into his mouth.

He obviously hadn't done it before, I don't know if I'm a great judge of this, but it was good nonetheless. He sucked hard, used his tongue. Apparently he had thought about this.

I was quickly approaching orgasm, and I didn't want to give him a mouthful this time, it might make it less likely for us to go again.

I pulled him gently off of me, and when he looked up, I gave him a quick kiss, then proceeded to go down on him. He shuddered slightly in pleasure. I ran my tongue through his foreskin--it was clean--and continued to tease the head of his cock as I sucked. I knew he was going to cum, but I wasn't prepared for this to be over.

I pulled my head back. If he were to cum, and looked at us and suddenly felt disgusted--it's a possibility once the effect of hormones are gone--there'd be the end of it immediately. I turned around slightly, and pointing my ass in the direction of his wet cock.

"Do you want to use a condom?" I asked him.

"Uhm...yeah" he responded. He reached around to the dashboard and drew two out. Apparently that meant I was going to get a piece of his ass. I liked that idea.

I turned back around so I could assist him in putting the condom on. This would be better also, because it meant that neither of us would have to run home with an assful of semen. I wanted to taste his semen too. Hmm.

Anyway, the pre-lubricated condom in place, he moved toward my ass. After a pause, I realized he was unsure of what to do, because he had never had sex with a guy, although I'm sure he had with his girlfriends.

"Just go ahead and do it," I said, ignoring a "warm-up" of my ass. I could live with the pain and soreness, when I felt the pleasure.

His hands slid slowly down my back, and he was slightly hunched over me because of the ceiling of the car was so low. I felt his cock press against the ring of muscles in my ass. Slowly he slid in. I was in exquisite pleasure--I didn't even feel any of the pain. He began sliding in and out, long-stroking me as he pulled in and out. As he felt more and more pleasure, I did too, and he began to quiver. He was rubbing down my back as his thrusts became harder, finally holding his cock in my ass as deep as it would go. I felt the condom slowly balloon out, as his semen spurted out. With every rush, I felt a surge in my ass muscles. I had already dribbled a lot of pre-cum onto his seats.

We lay there, with his cock up my ass, Jose now resting on my back, for I don't know how long. I wanted to remain like that. Then he rose up a little, and I realized he had softened quite a bit while laying down. His penis came out of my ass, then he pulled out the condom, throwing it out the window.

I turned over, and we kissed again, now he lay down on me with our cocks touching. He wasn't doing a fuck and run, anyway.

He crawled backwards until his head was above my cock, then he leaned down, and after kissing its head lightly, he started unrolling the condom onto it. The mild pressure from the condom in his hand was like an exquisite masturbation, I was wild, trying to hold still. There I was, on my back, as he finished.

I didn't know what we were going to try, but he took the initiative now. He got onto his knees and moved forward, placing his ass cheeks over my cock. I took a moment to massage his asscheeks in my hands, and he moaned quietly, and began putting pressure down on my dick.

I hoped he realized what he was doing. If this was his first time, then he might hurt himself.

Slowly, agonizingly ecstatically slowly, he slid down my cock. I could see some pain in his face, so I never pressed against him, letting him make his own pace in order to keep it comfortable. After so long, I felt his ass pressing down on my thighs. I was all the way in.

He lifted himself up slightly, and then lowered himself. These small movements were terrific. Slowly we turned so I was now on top, with him lying on his chest and I was now exerting the force. I kept going as hard as I could, in and out. My breath started getting shallower, and I felt myself tingling. Before long, I exploded outward through my cock, the condom stretching in his ass. I suppose we weren't really worried about protection, but oh well.

When I slid out of his ass, he muttered that we needed to clean up. Apparently he had gotten cum on his chest when he lay down where I had dripped. I offered to clean it myself, leaning over to lick it off those fine pecs, as I slowly turned around and positioned for a 69. This way, we could "clean" each other's cocks.

I licked and sucked, tasting his cum for the first time. Mild and salty, I en- joyed every drop, both of us soft in each other's mouth. When we were both satisfied, we pulled off, and stepped out of the car.

We began putting our clothes back on in the dark, I reached over and gave him a kiss as we were there. "Well?" I asked.

"Oh yeah. Again. Our secret," was his short reply.

Sounds good to me.

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