Andres is cumming to town

“Andres is coming to town” my fiancé told me. I’ve never met her nephew, as he moved to a different city prior to his aunt and I meeting. But I’ve heard stories and seen pictures. While I’m engaged to a woman, I also like to dabble here and there with men. She knows this and, somehow, is OK with it. Twenty first century and all that, I guess. Her only ‘rules’ are 1) I tell her first and 2) I’m safe. I can more than agree to that.

I have to confess, the few times I’ve seen pictures of Andres, I was impressed. How could someone not be? He’s Columbian born, but has more of a German look. Currently, he’s 23 and, from the most recent photos, about six feet tall and 175 or so. His brown hair was once long, but he thankfully cut it short. And while I do enjoy the five o’clock shadow he has underneath his perfectly clear, Latino skin, it’s his eyes that do it. I’ve never seen eyes like his. They’re green and hazel and blue with a hint of yellow. It sounds weird, I know. But when you see them, you can’t look at anything else. It’s almost like you’re mesmerized by them somehow. 

And even though I’ve never seen him in person, I have heard voice memos he’s sent to the family over the last holiday. He speaks great English, but with a South American Latin accent. For those who don’t know, the Spanish there is slightly different from Mexico, which is different from Spain etc. Much like how people in The States, England and Australia all speak English, but with some differences (well, maybe not Australia – their language is super odd to me – no offense – I love it there, just can’t make much out of what they’re saying most of the time). 

To top all of this off, Andres has two jobs. He’s a teacher for kids with special needs and, in the summer, a lifeguard. I mean, come on! A beautiful, Latino lifeguard that teaches special needs kids?!? Is this some kind of Hollywood movie script?!? I can assure you it’s not. But maybe it should be. At any rate, he has the accent of a Latin Lover you’d expect from a campy Hallmark Movie of The Week special and the heart of a saint - enough to make girls’ panties wet with anticipation. Mine too, actually. Which brings me to this story.

Friday came and everyone was anxious to meet Andres once his plane lands, myself included. Let me make this clear: I had NO intention in getting in the pants of my fiancé’s nephew. But I was anxious to see him in person, for obvious reasons. But intentions (or lack of) mean little in reality. Sometimes the ‘universe’ has other plans. And who am I to try to derail them?

As the people came down the escalator, we (myself, my fiancé, my future in laws and Andres’s mother) waited patiently as one-by-one, people (mostly homely) slowly got lowered to our level from above. Then he appeared. My. God. I’ve never gotten so hard so fast from seeing a person, fully clothed, in public before. This boy – sorry man – was stun-nig! Of course, everyone ran to see him. Everyone but me. He knows about me, but as I said, we’ve never met. He greeted everyone with hugs and smile – the damned mo-fo even had the most adorable dimples I’ve ever seen this side of anyone over ten years old. In order for him to not be perfect, he’d have to have a tail. Or a chewed up dick. Something. Otherwise, he’s an 11 out of 10 easily.

His eyes locked on me. “Uncle Bill!” he exclaimed as he walked towards me, arms opened. 

“Andres! Glad to meet you” I said, sticking my hand out. 

“No no. In this family, we hug!” he said in a heavy Latin accent. He grabbed me tight, which was a good thing because that accent made my legs weak.

What, the holy hell, I thought? I’ve never been like this around any man before! I had no idea what was happening, but I grabbed his luggage and we all headed to the van.

Everyone piled in while I loaded the luggage. I didn’t mind – it gave me time to think about what’s happening to my now mostly hard cock and try to get it calmed down. I hope in the driver’s seat and we head to the house, everyone chatting away in Spanish while I navigate Friday night rush hour traffic. I was thankful as this gave my brain something else to think about other than - I looked in the rear view mirror to see the perfect male specimen sitting in the back seat – Andres. Sitting at the light off the highway, my eyes, once again, check the rear view. As I stare, he catches my eyes in the mirror and smile a wide, dimpled, almost sinister smile. It takes me aback to the point the car behind me honks for me to go – looks like the light turned green and I didn’t notice. Go figure.

Once inside, food and drinks are plentiful. Not wanting to intrude, I sit mostly silent as everyone talks and visits. I don’t mind. I’m a pretty quiet guy. I’m content to let them enjoy Andres while he’s here for these four days. But I’m no snob and speak when spoken to and laugh when there’s a funny story. 

Eventually, my fiancé asked Andres why he doesn’t have a girlfriend. My ears perked up. Why not, indeed, I thought? He’s stunningly beautiful, nice, makes decent money – and smells amazing I might add. 

“I don’t have time” he said, his accent heavy. Thank god I was sitting down. I really need to man-up. Stop acting like a schoolgirl; I have chest hair for crying out loud, I said to myself.

“No time?” I asked.

“Working two jobs it’s just hard, you know?” he replied.

I twisted in my seat. Oh god, yeah I know first hand how hard it is!

Time passed quickly, as did the food and drink. I have two vices: sex and drink. And I can’t have enough of both. This night, the drink won out, so my fiancé and I decided to stay at her sister’s house as we were both too tipsy to drive home safely. 

“But I only have one extra bed” she said.

“Mama, I can sleep on the couch for this one night” Andres offered.

“Oh you’re the best” my fiancé said, hugging him. “You and Uncle Bill can sleep in the room and I’ll make do on the couch!”

Being the odd man out, I went to bed before anyone else. I awoke around 6:30AM and had to pee. I climbed out of the bed and made my way down the hallway to the bathroom. I stumbled in, relieved myself, washed my hands and headed back. Still not fully away, and with a mild headache, I bumped the couch. I heard a rustling and remembered where I was and why I was there. By this time of the year, at 6:30AM there’s a decent amount of light in the sky. I looked down to see Andres sleeping on the couch, peaceful as a baby. I studied his tee shirt and shorts he was wearing when I noticed movement. I focused more and realized Andres was sleeping with a hard on. It didn’t click at first due to the size of it. While I’m no slouch in the endowment department, Andres had me beat and then some. What genetics did he get, I wondered? That things monstrous! I stood there looking thinking I was seeing things. I even rubbed my eyes, thinking it was a play on the way the fabric folded. Then it moved again. Yeah. Nope. That’s the real deal. My god it has to be ten inches! The more I looked at it, I started to make out the head of it. My own dick, which was hard when I woke up but started to go down after I peed, was now fully engorged again. He twisted around and raised his arm over his head, causing his shorts to pull tighter and his shirt to raise. Now I could see ‘him’ in more detail. Not only was he overly well endowed, but his stomach was a four pack with a hint of a hairy trail under the belly button! I was made at Mother Nature for picking him for such a prize and not me as I stumbled back to bed.

I laid there, next to my fiancé, dick throbbing as I remembered what I’ve just seen seconds ago when I hear the fan in the bathroom come on. I didn’t see anyone walk past me, so that meant it had to be Andres. Did this mean he as awake when I was staring at him? Did he see me lusting after him? If so, why didn’t he say anything? Or move? Or maybe he did move that way on purpose? My heart raced. Silently, I swung off the bed and peaked around the corner. Andres walked around the corner of the bathroom. Our eyes met. He smiled and reached down, squeezed his cock and smiled. With his finger, he motioned me to come to him. As if in a trance, I did.

“Hey what’s up?” I asked, trying to stay cool.

“My aunt told me you like boys and girls” he whispered.

Why would she tell someone that?!? Anger boiled inside me. We said this would be our thing – no one else would know! I felt blood rush to my head.

“Mm hmm” is all I could muster.

“You asked why I have no girlfriend? It’s because I don’t like girls” he whispered to me. “Fact is, I like men. Men like you.”

I could feel my heart beating in my throat.

“You’re very sexy. I want to be with you. Tonight” he said. “Mama and Maria are going shopping tonight. Why don’t you come over for a while?”

“I. Uh. I’m not sure that’s a good idea” I mumbled.

“Just us will only know” he said. “Besides…” he grabbed my hard dick “…seems you think it would be a good idea from what I have here!”

To be honest, it’s been a while since I’ve been with a guy and having such a perfect specimen of maleness touch me felt good. Real good. I shook my head. “Yeah. Ok. I’ll be here tonight!”

Saturday morning and afternoon was a blur. I kept thinking about what I promised to do tonight. Was it a good idea or not? Of course, I’d break my promises I made to Maria. But she broke a promise to me, too! I mean, I don’t want to hurt her, but when will I get a chance to hook up with someone like this again? And will it hurt us in the long run? Maybe there won’t be a long run, I thought.

I couldn’t tell you what I had for lunch that day. The only thins on my mind were Andres and that massive cock of his. How would I take it? If that’s what he was into? Maybe he was a bottom? Maybe he only like oral? Or jerking off? It didn’t matter. I had to see this through.

“What are you planning tonight, babe?” Maria asked me.

“I’m gonna’ hang with Andres for a bit.”

“Oh a boy’s night?”

“You could say that” I replied. 

Eventually Maria left and I headed over to see Andres, my heart in my throat. I arrived and, per usual, I knocked then opened the door. “Hello?” I yelled.

“I’m in here” I heard him say. I followed the sound to the bathroom realizing he was in the shower. 

“Hey. So, I’ll just go to the couch” I said.

“OK. Be there in a minute!”

I sat down trying to get comfortable. I heard the shower stop. My heart rate picked up. Was this still the right thing to do, I wondered?

“Well, hola amigo!” I heard from my right. I looked over and there stood Andres, butt ass naked. My mouth both dropped and salivated. Michelangelo’s David had nothing on this boy. Obviously, the lifeguarding served him well. His body was taunt and fit like the swimmers you’d see in the summer Olympic games. And he had to tan nude as there were no tan lines. His chest as shapely and his nipples were big, round and pink. I use the word ‘perfect’ a lot to describe him, but I don’t know of any other word to use! His cock hung flaccid but still large from a rather dense mound of black hair – surprising considering how relatively smooth his body is elsewhere. And I expected him to be uncut, but he wasn’t. Or, at least, didn’t have a large hood. 

“Glad you can make it” he said. “Come!”

I did as I was told, totally forgetting about the rules and Maria. I followed him into the same bedroom not more than 24 hours ago I was in, sleeping with my fiancé. He started to unbutton my shirt.

“Oh. Daddy is a hairy boy! I like that” he groaned out as he ran his hands over my hairy chest. It felt good. Maria hates my hairy chest, but I refuse to shave it (though I do keep it trimmed – I’m not an animal!). He grabbed the back of my head and pull my mouth to his, his tongue aggressively punching into my mouth. Little ol’ Andres – the cute boy that works two jobs and teaches special needs kids and saves lives at the beach on the weekend – the polite, goody two shoes boy was, basically, ravishing me to the tenth degree! He spun me around and pushed me back on the bed. I fell helplessly. He reached down and tried to undo my shorts. He got angry when he couldn’t.

“Take them off!” he commanded, his cock now fully hard and every bit of a foot long with a slight right curve – so big it hung down instead of pointing up. I have to admit, there was a little bit of fear involved on my part and, according to my instantly hard dick, I liked it!

I did as I was told, undoing my shorts. He grabbed them and yanked them off of me, tossing them on the mattress above me. He then proceeded to climb up on me and straddle my stomach.

“Fuck yeah. A hairy gringo! I love it!” he said, running his hand over my chest again. I felt his cock on my stomach. It felt heavy and dangerous. He grabbed a handful of chest hair and pulled hard. Pain shot through my body, causing my dick to bounce. I could feel my precum already running down the side of my shaft, cooling from the air conditioned air as it ran down my shaft, pooling on my trimmed bush.

“Gringo? Does this scare you?” he asked as he waved his monster around in front of my face.

“No” I muttered.

“It should” he answered. “Taste it!” He leaned up and shoved his dick in my mouth. Admittedly, it felt amazing.

“Yeah. But take it all, gringo!” he said as he knee-walked up my body further. I felt his balls scrapping against my stomach and chest as I enveloped more and more of him. Before I knew it, his entire foot of cock was in my mouth and throat. I couldn’t breathe.

“Yeah. That’s it. Just how I like it” he growled. I was helpless impaled by this precious angel now turned sex starved demon. I fought him to back off so I could breath. He pulled out and lightly slapped my face as I gasped for air.

“I thought you could take it, Uncle Billy!” he teased.

“I…” 

“Turn over!” he commanded as he raised off of me. “I want that American ass of yours!”

Amazingly, I did as he demanded. He placed his hands on my hairy butt. “Damn sexy ass hairy Gringo!” he said, before he planted his mouth in the crack of my ass. 

I panted like a tired dog as he ate my hole. No. He didn’t eat my hole. He devoured it. I’ve not had anyone so keen and so good at eating me out like Andres did. And in no time, I was dumping my load between me and the sheets. 

“Ah damn. I was afraid of that” he said as my hole tightened with each dump of seed. “Uncle Billy can’t hold back. And I’m not done yet!”

Before I could look over my shoulder, I felt my hole stretch, then pain, as he sank his entire shaft into me with abandon. I screamed and tried to pull myself away on the sheets, but his hand grasped my shoulders and held me in place. Inch by inch that beast sunk itself into me. I felt as if I was giving birth in reverse. 

“Uncle Billy’s tight!” he groaned as more and more of him split me in half. I thought it was never ending. I buried my face in the crook of my arm and yelled, tears running down my cheeks before I felt him bottom out inside. He moaned.

“Uncle Billy’s the man! You took all of me, Uncle Billy! No one’s been able to do that before” he said as he leaned down onto me, the leverage pulling him out of me somewhat. I could feel his breath on my shoulder as his stomach pressed against my back.

“You’re tight one. You like it, no?”

While the pain was immense, it started to lessen and be replaced with pleasure. Rest assured, having a twelve incher in you without any preparation, there’s always pain. But the amount and intensity of it seemed to fade. He gyrated his hips, causing his dick to bore me out some more. I felt the head continuously graze my prostrate as he swirled it around inside me, boring me out more and more. Our bodies generated intense heat and, in no time, a layer of sweat cemented us together, chest to back. 

He stopped and propped himself up on my shoulders as he withdrew. The void he was creating inside me seemed to suck all my organs into it. He moved his hips around in the process, causing my chute to churn. Almost all the way out, he hesitated.

“Tell your future nephew what you want.”

“I want you –“

“No. Not want. Need. What do you need from your nephew?” he asked.

“I need your seed” I pleaded.

He leaned down. “That’s what I wanted to hear” he whispered. Then he lit into me like it was his last day on earth. The speed and pressure he generated as he punched himself into me over and over and over again was intense. I never dried out – I can only assume that’s due to his leaking of pre. But whatever the reason, I was in both Heaven and Hell. 

I could feel and hear his low hangers slap up against me, in a low pitched kind of way. Andres was relentless. For what seemed like hours he took me to places I hadn’t known since college. Every once in a while, he’d re-angle his attack, causing me instant pain until I got used to it. Then bliss. That is, until he changed it up again. Which he did constantly. I so wanted to turn over and watch him fuck me, but he was having none of that. And with a twelve incher up in me, I couldn’t protest too much.

As he drilled me, I was concerned I’d become too loose for him, so I tried to squeeze myself on him. It must have worked because when I did, his tone of moaning changed. The renewed feel of him tossing my insides around aroused me to the point of another orgasm. My crying turned to moaning and groaning, but when I came this time – with that monster inside me – I wailed like a siren. As I came, he found my prostrate again and, like a pro, kept punching it until I spent every last ounce of liquid from my balls.

“Uncle Billy came again. I can feel your hole around my cock. Nice and tight. Mmmm uncle wants my seed, don’t he. Wants to be bred…”

“Yeah nephew. Breed me!” I screamed. As if he needed permission! He did what he wanted. And what he wanted was to seed me deep. And he did.

“Ahhhh!” he cried as he plowed into me so hard the mattress shifted off of the bed frame. “Si!” he cried as his massive piece swelled and emptied his liquid, Latin soul in my guts. 

Once finished, he pulled out of me swiftly. I felt his wet and still long cock scrape across the back of my legs as he exited my exit. The cold air filling my slowly closing hole caused me to chill.

“Look at that!” I said between breaths as he fingered my abuse hole. “So much cum in you, uncle!”

I rolled over, stomach wet with my second load that was punched out of me. 

“Was it worth it?” he asked as he smiled. The previous, sexual madman now replaced with the sexy school teacher from South America.

“Every inch! My god every inch!” I replied.

He stood up, I was impressed with how hard he remained. And how the light reflected off the semen covered skin of his still throbbing cock. 

“I think it’s time to get dressed. You hungry?” he asked.

“I could eat” I said, wincing as I sat up. He reached out his hand and, grabbing mine, helped me to my shaky legs.

“Let’s shower first. Then we eat.”

I followed his lead into the bathroom. We stepped in together and, unlike all porn you’d see, nothing sexual happened. We cleaned each other (which, to be fair, is still hot). We soaped each other up and rinsed off. We dried off and I drove us to get some food, though I did sit slightly sideways to and from.

That was two years ago. Maria and I never married. We split up not too long after Andres’ visit – turns out she like women better than men. Oh well. That means I don’t have to feel guilty anymore when Andres visits.