Carlos and Hank

It was a hot summer’s day and since I was newly divorced and thoroughly enjoying my newfound freedom I thought I might go for a swim. I had lost the house in the divorce but I was trying to not worry about finances knowing I would be alright and back on my feet in a couple of years. Meanwhile, I had leased a small 1 bedroom place in a slightly bad neighborhood so I could get a break on rent. The one nice thing about the dumpy apartment was it had a pool. I’m a white guy about 5 foot 11 and blonde so I stick out quite a bit in this neighborhood of mostly Latinos.

I placed my towel on one of the rusty lounge chairs and jumped into the pool. The water was a bit too chill to do anything but a couple of half-hearted laps so I got out and layout on the chair to dry. I grabbed an old paperback that I’d been reading and figured I could work on my tan.

Having been a gym rat most of my adult life I didn’t feel too embarrassed to wear a skimpy bikini swimsuit covering it with a pair of board shorts to get to and from the pool.  But just then a young Latino family shows up and I start to feel a bit too exposed. I’m quite the exhibitionist but never want to give off a creeper vibe, especially in front of a family so I start thinking maybe I should cover-up. While trying to decide whether I should stand up or shimmy back into my board shorts while still lying on the lounge chair I hear the couple start to get into a fight.

The wife is using mostly Spanish but it doesn’t take an interpreter to know they were getting pretty heated. Finally, she flings a cup of whatever she’s drinking at the husband yelling, “Puto pendejo!” and soaks him which stops all the arguing. She grabs the two little ones by the hands and rushes out the gate. I hear a splash and realize the husband has dived into the pool to wash himself off.

Going back to my paperback I had forgotten all about needing the board shorts to cover up when I hear his voice. “Man, that horchata can get really sticky fast.”

I look over my book and see that the young father is still in the pool leaning at the edge and gazing up at me.

“Mm, yeah,” I say trying not to sound too uninterested and yet trying to figure out why he’s trying to engage me in conversation.

“Hey, I’m sorry about my wife being such a bitch. God made her backward and she has 5 good days a month and the rest she’s onregla.” He chuckles at his little joke then says, “Yeah, I used to wear trunks like that,” nodding his head up at me. “But Violet put an end to that. That’s my wife… Violet. Holey shit man! She put an end to all my fun.”

The young guy gets out of the pool and comes up to my chair to shake my hand and introduce himself, oblivious to the pool water that he’s sprinkling on me. “Hey, my names Carlos”

“Hi Carlos, I’m Hank”

“I didn’t mean anything about the trunks dude. You’ve got a nice body and all…” he trails off standing over me and holding the pause a bit too long as it’s becoming uncomfortable.

“Well, yeah. I’ll just sit here and wait for Violet to come back. Bitch took the keys so I can’t get out… Oh Shit! I can’t even get back into our place.”

“Well, that sucks,” I say, only thinking it strange that a macho guy like Carlos would give another man a compliment about his body.

Carlos sits down in a beat-up rusty chair ten feet or so away from me and I can tell the conversation isn’t over, “You know the last time she got this mad at me this much she took the kids to her ma’s and didn’t come back for two days. Can’t blame her for what I said.”

“Hmm, what’d you say to her?” I ask putting down the paperback knowing I’ll never read it until Carlos is gone.

“It was about you, Cabron!  I told her that I bet she wished I looked like you. Instead, I got this dad bod and I’m getting fat. Eh, maybe it’s tortilla poisoning.” He laughed.

I smiled, “What’s tortilla poisoning?”

“Oh, that’s just a joke. It’s why Mexicans get so fat so young. You should see Violet's sister. I call her neumático grande. Which means big tire, ‘cause she’s got such a big belly.” Again Carlos laughs.

“Well, I was just going to leave. If you want, I can let you out.”

“Aw, that’d be great Hank. Problem is, I bet she’s locked me out of the house too. But I can see.”

After I get back to my little apartment, I’m getting a beer out of the fridge when the bell rings. I grab my towel and wrap it around my waist and open the door to Carlos standing there. He says, “Hey man, I’m sorry to bother you again, but do you have a screwdriver? My wife has gone and I’m locked out. No telling when she’ll be back. I can pry the back window open with a flat edge screwdriver.”

“Sure Carlos, come on in. You wanta beer” Grabbing Carlo a beer the towel I’m wearing slips off my waist and I set it on the cupboard.

“Thanks for the hospitality, Hank.” He opens his beer and chugs a good amount. “So, tell me Hank… a guy like you must be getting a shit ton of pussy.”

I find the screwdriver in a drawer in the kitchen and hand it to him saying. “Well, I just got a divorce so I’m not thinking about going down that fucked-up road again any time too soon.”

Carlos nods, ”Oh, so you’re trying other ways of getting off then. Yeah, I don’t blame ya. Before I was married I’d fuck tons of guys. Violet put an end to all of that. Still doesn’t stop me from looking. To tell you the truth, the only thing I miss is eating ass. There’s something about that it just… you know turns me on. Gets me going, you know. ‘Guess it’s my thing, Violet doesn’t like it when I do it to her. But, to tell you the truth I’d rather eat a guy’s ass anyway. Violet says it’s my way of showing dominance over another guy.”

Not knowing how we got on the subject so quickly of not just sex, but homoerotic sex, I started to get a bit hard. Carlos looks down at the front of my bikini and licks his lips.

“How about you Hank, A guy like you must be an alpha? But have you ever had your ass eaten out really good? By someone who knows how to do it? And you know  it doesn’t matter if it’s a bicha or a dude.”

I nod, not really lying but I’m thinking I’ll throw Carlos off a bit.”Oh yeah, of course! I’ve had lots of chicks toss my salad. Not really my thing to do it to them though.”

Carlos shakes his head and says, “Yeah, but there’s nothing better than the rusty trombone. Know what I mean? If you get your ass eaten the right way, usually a guy will know just the right way to do it, right?”

He looks down at my dick which is starting to outgrow the small bathing suit I’m wearing.

Carlos continues, “Yeah, it’s really what’s missing from my life. A matter of fact it’s mostly what Violet and I fight over. She knows I’m bi and how much I still like to eat a man’s ass,” then Carlos smiles and licks his lips looking at me up and down. “You know, sometimes we even share.”

It’s so fucking obvious that he’s coming onto me but I don’t want to be mistaken so I say,“Wow, that’s too bad.” I wait a beat then say, “Carlos, do you think I’m gay?”

“No, you could be bi, or I don’t know… maybe you’re straight. But a guy that wears a small Speedo like those doesn’t mind if he turns on women or men. Either way, it doesn’t matter if you’re just on the receiving end of it, you know. That doesn’t make you gay”

He looks me up and down one more time.

 “OK, Carlos. Do you want to eat my ass?”

“Damn you dumb rubio pendajo of course I do! Do I have to tie you down with your legs up over a bedpost to make you see how badly I want to?”

Carlos then comes over to me and puts his hands on my hips and his touch is so hot I can feel my heart start to race in anticipation.

We’re about the same height but he blows me away by pulling me in for a deep kiss. I haven’t been kissed by a guy in a long time so it kind of takes me by surprise. He pushes his tongue into my mouth and I return his kiss thinking how passionate he is.

We fondle each other for a bit and then Carlos pulls off his shirt. The kitchen is hot and we’re both starting to sweat.

“You know what I want, now give it to me”, he says in a low sexy growl of a voice.  Then he turns me around and pulls my trunks down to the floor.

He pushes me over the kitchen counter and then pushes my legs apart. “Wow, what a nice ass you have Hank. I’m going to love eating your hole.”

Carlos slaps my ass and squeezes my left cheek. He bends down and licks my other cheek while reaching under my leg and grabbing my nuts.

“You smell nice and clean, like pool water and suntan oil.”

Without warning, he spreads my ass cheeks apart and dives in with a tongue so big and hard I thought it may be his thumb and index finger. I had to look around to see if it wasn’t something other than his face in my bum.

“Fuck yeah”, he mumbles and then goes back to tonguing my ass. It felt so damn good that I closed my eyes and started rocking my hips side to side pushing back into his mouth a bit.

Carlos pulls back and says, “Yeah, you like that don’t you, ya blonde slut? I knew you would love me eating your ass out. You taste so fucking good.” He goes back to pushing his tongue up my ass, with quick darting in and out movements, and then reaches around to stroke my cock. All I could think of was how good his tongue felt up inside my hole, so foreign and yet so nasty and hot.

I was really getting off on him tongue fucking me and I started to moan. I grabbed the other side of the counter for leverage and spread my legs a little further leaning back pushing more into his face. My moaning got louder.

With both his hands on my ass cheeks he says, “Mmm Hank, you taste fucking great, man. You must do some cleaning or douching or something. I wish Violet was here. She loves to watch me eat a man’s ass. You know she likes to eat ass too but I have to clean ‘em up first. Maybe that’s why she got all pissed off when I told her how much I wanted to eat you, ‘cause she knew a blondie like you would be super clean. I think that somehow made her jealous and pissed her off”

“Wait, what!” I said. “You said that about me to your wife?” I looked over my shoulder and started thinking just how weird Carlos was but just shook my head, then bit my lower lip as he went back to molesting my hole with his tongue. I pushed my ass back into his face even harder. His tongue felt so warm and good, I started to rock back and forth and then Carlos reached under me and grabbed my cock again, jerking me off.

I think he knew I was getting close to blowing my load by how my moans were getting louder and my breathing was getting quicker when he stopped and came up and laid on top of me pushing me more into the counter dry humping me. I could feel his hard cock on my ass and I knew I wanted him in me. But he had other plans.

He turned me around by moving my hips so I was facing him.

 “I don’t suppose I could talk you into sucking my cock, Hank? I could sure use a man’s lips on my martillo right now.”

At that point I would do anything he wanted, I was so fucking horny. I knelt down in front of Carlos and pulled down his shorts. His semi-hard cock flipped up and I reached for it sticking it into my mouth and swirling my tongue around the tip. He was a little bigger than me maybe about 7 inches with a nice mushroom head that bent to the side, but his balls were really something. I lightly squeezed them and thought I must be mistaken. They seemed like they were more than what my hand could hold. They were about the size of tangerines.

I grabbed the base of his cock with my right hand and started to jack him off into my mouth. His cock got even harder and with my other hand, I kept fondling his balls. They seemed so big and furry I couldn’t stop rolling them in my hand.

“Oh Fuck yeah. se siente bien!”

His cock was nice and hard so I knew I was doing something right. Carlos grabbed my head and started pushing into me harder and harder, face fucking me. Lifting my head off of his crotch and then pushed it back down on his knob. I timed my breathing when he would pull out of my mouth and kept thinking it’ll only be a matter of a few minutes before he came. A couple of times I lost grip on his cock and he rammed it into my mouth without my hand and I gagged pretty hard. Just then he pulled his dick out and slapped the side of my face with it. “Man, that feels good you slut. You know how to suck cock just right. I didn’t know you would be so good at giving head. You’re going to dig what I got in store for you.”

With that, he pushed his cock back into my mouth and continued fucking my face but with only one hand on the back of my head. With the other hand, he reached around his backside and started fingering his own ass.

“Oh Fuck yeah, Bitch”, he panted. Then he got more into a rhythm really using my face as a fuck toy.

It didn’t take him long before he moaned loudly, “Oh God, Oh Fuck!” His first stream of cum that hit the back of my throat was really powerful and caught me off guard. The next stream filled my throat up to the back of my mouth causing me to gag and cough. I tried to pull back off of his dick but Carlos just pushed my head back down. I pulled up and breathed a bit but he kept cumming and he seemed to fill my entire mouth with his load. I tried to swallow and choke it down but a lot of it dribbled down and out the sides of my mouth after rope after rope shot into my mouth. I shook my head and he let go of it with his hand and I pulled his cock out of my mouth so I could breathe. His damn cock was still shooting cum. I couldn’t fucking believe it, so I put it his cock back into my mouth thinking he’d taper off a bit.

With my other hand I wiped the side of my mouth and chin with his seed and pushed up under his balls into his anus. I figure I would really drain his nuts by using the French whores trick. With my first 2 fingers, I slipped up into him easily with the cum as a lubricate. I felt for his prostrate and found the chestnut size organ and pushed on it and then pushed my fingers in and out of his ass. He moved his legs apart giving me more access to his ass and then I swear he started to cum really hard again.

“Oh god, YES, Oh Fu-u-u-ck!” Carlos bellowed. I pulled his cock out of my mouth so I could breathe again and he shot right up into the side of my face with such force that some of it got into my hair and my eye, and then the next stream went over my head onto my back and shoulder. The cum that got in my eye burned like a son of a bitch but I didn’t let go of his dick. Nor did his cock stop cumming. So I put his cock back into my mouth and swallowed whatever I could. Carlos put both his hands on my head pushing it down onto his cock forcing it deep into my throat. I was ok with this because I could swallow everything. And after a bit, Carlos let go of my head and I pulled his prick out of my mouth and twirling my tongue on his red engorged knob, then stuck it back into my mouth to swallow the last squirting of his man-cream. I have never seen a guy cum that much jizz all at once and was really blown away. Pun not intended.

After a minute or two, his cock was just dribbling the stuff. I thought I must have unloaded everything from his big balls. I pushed my thumb on the underside of his cock to push it all out, like emptying a toothpaste tube. I stuck it back into my cum soaked mouth to get the last dollop out of his engorged dick.

 Cum was everywhere. It was all over my face, chin, chest, hair, and a pool of it on the floor. I have never seen that much spooge from one guy ever. Even in porn videos. I had a lot of it down the front of me but I know I had swallowed a lot of it too.

I stood up, grabbed my towel off the counter and wiped my face and neck then dropped it on the floor and shook my head at Carlos, and said, “Jeeze I wish you’d told me you’re such a big cummer.”

Carlos just looked me in the eye and said, “Would it have changed anything?”

Thinking about it, I shook my head and said.  “No, I guess not.”

With that, he pulled his shorts back on took a swig of beer, and said, “You know Hank this ain’t over. We got to get together again, maybe I can make a mess of your ass too, you know? It could be fun.”

I took a sip of beer and looked him in the eye and said, “I’ll look forward to it.”

With that Carlos said thanks for the screwdriver and left.