At the Video Store - Manny's Story part 6

I learned even more about Manny as August approached its end. I asked him about his family one day and he told me that he had no brothers or sisters, but several aunts, uncles and many cousins scattered across Dallas-Fort Worth and in other parts of the country as well. He also told me that it was just him and his dad and that his mother had died while he was still in high school. He quickly changed the subject and I gathered it was still painful for him. I never broached the subject of his family again unless he brought it up himself.

I also found out that Manny is a great cook. After I learned that he was of Salvadoran ethnicity, I told him that I really liked Salvadoran food, much more so than Mexican, which I’m not crazy about. He seemed surprised that I knew that it was a distinct cuisine, to which I said that I wasn’t a typical gringo, which made him smile and nod his head in amusement; yeah, he said, you’re definitely not typical anything. On our next Saturday together he surprised me by bringing over a full tray of pupusas that he had made himself. His dad had taught him to cook from an early age; he told me that his dad said that a man needs to know how to cook until he finds a wife. Manny told me this with mock seriousness and then we both laughed like hell. The pupusas were delicious. I ate half the tray in less than twenty minutes, much to Manny’s pride and joy.

One day, he asked me if I ever watched gay porn. “Yeah, of course I do. Why?” I asked. “You watch it a lot?” he asked. “I don’t know,” I said, wondering why the hell he was asking me this, “yeah, if you’re not here and I’m horny, I’ll either play one of my old porn DVDs or find something online and jack off. Why?” “Because we’ve never watched porn together,” he said. I wondered why he would want to watch porn, given all the sex we’d had so far, but then I suddenly realized that I’d never actually seen him masturbate before. I grinned at him and asked, “You want to watch some now?” “Yeah man, pop your favorite DVD in the player and let’s watch,” he said, plopping himself down on the sofa. I found my favorite Antonio Biaggi disc, set it to play and sat on the sofa next to him. As the title screen came up, he said, “Wait a minute,” and ran into the bedroom, returning with my well-used bottle of lube and set it between us. He looked at me with a devilish grin and said, “Just in case.” We started watching and before long, Biaggi’s huge cock and balls were fucking the hell out of some random bottom. Manny was enraptured, eyes glued to the screen; he said, “Damn, that mother fucker is hung! And those big balls, fuck!” Without taking his eyes away from the television, he said to me, “I see why you like his stuff.” I watched Manny rub his cock through his jeans, then unbutton, unzip and push his jeans and underwear down to his ankles, his hard tool springing out as he did so. He took his shirt off also, poured some lube on his cock and started jacking off like mad while watching the video. I did the same and started stroking my cock while I watched Manny stroke his. Midway through the second scene, Manny cried out and shot his load all over his belly and the sight of him cumming made me shoot too, making a mess of myself and part of the sofa. And that’s when I finally realized that Manny was left-handed like me.

On the first Saturday in September, we were sitting outside on the deck drinking tequila, around noon on an unusually cool late summer afternoon. I looked casually at my glass and suddenly realized there was something I should have asked Manny long ago. “Hey Manny?” I asked. “Yeah, what’s up?” he asked. “What made you decide you could just walk into my house that first day, thinking you could steal my liquor?” I asked. “Oh man,” he said, hanging his head in shame, “I kind of thought we weren’t ever going to discuss that again.” I smiled and said, “Just tell me what your dumb ass was thinking.” He looked back up at me, face slightly red, then gave a foolish little laugh and said, “I was thinking you had left your gate open and I had seen all your expensive liquor during one of the times I was helping my dad’s crew work on your kitchen remodel,” I nodded and said, “Yeah, I remember seeing you then.” “Anyway,” Manny continued, “the house was quiet and the back door unlocked, so I just figured I could grab a bottle or two and get out fast. I guess it was pretty stupid of me to think you weren’t home.” “In other words,” I said, “you saw what you thought was an opportunity and decided to take advantage of it.” “Yeah,” he said, hanging his head again, “but I felt really stupid when you caught me.” I got up from my chair, went over to his and leaned over so my face was close to his. “Don’t feel so bad Manny,” I said in a low seductive tone, “when I found out how terrified you were of your father finding out, I saw an opportunity too,” then I lifted his face up and kissed him gently on his lips, “and I took full advantage of it remember?” and I kissed him again, more deeply this time and he started to breathe heavier and when I pulled back he looked me in the eyes and said in a soft voice, “Yeah, I remember,” and then raised his head up to kiss me.

Our kissing grew more passionate. I pulled Manny up to a standing position, took his shirt off and we continued kissing right there on the deck. I started kissing his neck, then moved down to his chest and started licking and sucking his nipples. Suddenly Manny pulled away and said, “Eric we’re outside.” “Yeah, so?” I asked. “Someone might see us,” he said with a nervous tone. “Who cares if they do? It’s my backyard right? Besides, the fence is eight feet high.” “Please Eric,” he asked, “can we go inside?” I stared at him, mildly irritated. He was afraid someone would see him being intimate with another man. He still had that fear. I started to get angry, then I remembered that I was the same way at that age and my anger evaporated. I smiled and said, “Of course. Bring your drink glass in with you.” I got my glass and the bottle of tequila and we went back in the house.

Once inside, I closed the back door and leaned him against it. I held his face so that I see directly into those beautiful eyes, kissed him, then asked, “Can I go back to sucking your nipples?” then moved my mouth to his chest without waiting for an answer. His nipples were the perfect color of dark brown to complement his caramel skin and I could never get enough of licking and sucking them. I caressed them with my lips, then swirled my tongue over them, making Manny moan and shudder with pleasure. “I love when you do that to me,” he whispered in a lustful voice. “Yeah, I know what else you love,” I said and dropped to my knees. I licked and kissed his abs as I unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, then pulled them off him so that he now stood there wearing just his usual bikini briefs. His semi-hard bulge was outlined perfectly behind the thin fabric. I slowly rubbed the front of his underwear, feeling his cock get harder and harder until the head started to poke out from the waistband. He was dripping with pre cum so I pulled his briefs down slowly, “Come on man, don’t fucking tease me,” he begged, his cock gradually fully exposed, hard, proud and dripping. I put my mouth over the head and licked up all his pre cum; it was delicious and I savored every drop. I stood up and kissed him, driving my tongue deep into his mouth; when I withdrew I watched him lick his lips and ask, “Damn Eric, is that my juice I’m tasting in your mouth?” and I nodded and he said, “Fuck that tastes good, now get back on your knees and suck my cock,” and I dropped down again and took that rigid tool all the way in my mouth.

The familiar taste of his cock, the familiar smell emanating from his groin; I would never tire of giving him pleasure this way. I sucked and slobbered, my drool dripping down his balls. I looked up and saw him watching me, completely aware of the power he had over me, to have me on my knees being his cock slut. He let me suck him only for a few minutes, then he pulled his dick from my mouth and said, “That’s enough. Get up,” and I obeyed and stood before him. “Let’s go to the bedroom,” he ordered, “I want to fuck that ass now.” I turned around and rubbed my ass up and down his cock like a bitch in heat. “Yeah Manny, you want this huh? You want to fuck my hole baby?” I purred. “I want to fuck you hard, now move,” he said and slapped my ass to get me moving. Once we were in the bedroom, I got on the bed, on all fours, ass in the air like an eager whore. Manny got the bottle of lube from the nightstand, popped it open, tried to pour some on his cock and…nothing. The bottle was empty.

“Damn it to hell man, there ain’t no fucking lube left!” he said with obvious irritation. I thought for a minute, then said, “Aw shit Manny, I’m sorry. I used the last of it to jack off the other night and forgot to buy more.” “You forgot?” he asked, somewhat incredulously. “Yeah, I forgot,” I said, “I’m human and I sometimes forget things. And why can’t you bring some over? It’s not like I’m the only one who uses it. Right?” “Well, never mind that,” he said, still pissed and conveniently ducking my question, “what are we supposed to do about this?” and he pointed to his still hard cock. “Oh calm the fuck down stud and get dressed,” I said, “We’ll go to the adult video store and get some, then come back and start over. Okay?” He continued to look petulant, so I said, “Or you can continue to be a little bitch and be satisfied with jacking off. Alone.” Suddenly his attitude changed and he smiled and said, “Um yeah, my jeans are in the dining room,” and he scampered away to find them.

The drive to the video store took less than ten minutes. It was located in an industrial area not far from my neighborhood, sandwiched between a freeway and the dealership where I bought my truck. We parked and went to go inside, but Manny seemed a little hesitant. “You okay buddy?” I asked. “Yeah man,” he said, “it’s just that I’ve never been in a place like this before. I’ve heard some perverted shit goes on in there.” I laughed and said, “Nothing to be worried about. It’s a little freaky, but I’ll be with you. Come on.” I put my arm around his shoulders and we went in. The lighting was dim as always. The left half of the store was where they sold pornographic DVDs, lube and every possible sex toy you could imagine. The right half was the theater. Even though there was no real barrier between the two halves, you still needed a $10.00 ticket to go into the theater portion. I went to find the lube, but Manny wandered the store and stared, fascinated by the vast array of sexually oriented merchandise. I found a large bottle of Wet that came with a travel sized bottle as a kind of bonus and went to go find him. He was looking at the flesh jacks and masturbation toys with sincere curiosity. “Ready to go?” I asked him. “Yeah,” he said, then asked, “Do guys really buy these things?” “Some guys do,” I said. “I mean damn,” he said, “they got these things made like real pussy and ass. So you just stick your dick in there and slide it up and down until you cum?” “Yeah, that’s the idea,” I said. “And look at all them dildos over on that other wall, some of them look so damned real. I never seen anything like this before. I guess you use this stuff if you can’t get the real thing right?”  I smiled and said, “Yeah, I guess so. Never had to use them myself.” He grinned and said, “Yeah, cause you always get the real thing right?” and playfully groped my ass. “Always,” I said, “now let’s pay for the lube and go.”

The cash register was in the middle of the store, just in front of the theater. As we got closer, it was easier to see the porn videos playing on the screens and the various men milling about over there, going in and out of the private video booths, trying to score a quick fuck or blowjob. “What’s that over there?” Manny asked, pointing to the other side, “is that like a porn theater?” “Yup,” I said. “I heard about porn theaters like this one, that guys go there to suck and fuck in those rooms. Is that true?” he asked. “Yeah, it’s true,” I said. We were at the cash register now and I set the lube on the counter. “Have you ever done anything over there?” Manny asked. “Once or twice,” I said with a smile. The store clerk, a short, chubby Latino in his thirties asked me, “You need anything else man?” as he started to ring up the lube. “Hang on a second,” I said to him, then turned back to Manny and asked, “You want to see what it’s like over there?” He looked at me with almost boyish enthusiasm and asked, “Can we really?” “Sure we can,” I said. I turned back to the clerk, handed him a twenty and said, “Give us two tickets for the theater and I’ll come back and pay for the lube later okay?” “Sure thing man,” he said and handed over the tickets. I gave one to Manny and he was off like a shot. I just shook my head and grinned at the clerk, who grinned back at me and said, “You and your boy have fun.”

The theater area consisted of a large open area with a big screen at the far end showing straight porn and a lot of tawdry, worn cushioned chairs scattered about. On the right side of the entrance was a smaller open room with some furniture as well and a smaller screen playing gay porn. The rest of that side consisted of private rooms as did the entire left side of the theater area. I had been there before so I knew that each private room had its own video screen; most of them played straight porn, but one or two played bisexual porn. Northwest Dallas is predominantly Latino, so most of the men who went there were also, though I would see a few white guys there as well. I found Manny in the center of the main open area, just looking around in wonder at the porn on the big screen and the various men wandering from room to room or just hanging out. “So what do you think?” I asked him. “Man, I don’t know,” he said, then asked, “so how does this work? Are all these men here for sex” “Most of them are,” I said, “though some just like to watch and jack off. Most of them have wives and kids and just come here for a little action on the side.” Manny’s eyes widened. “For real? These guys are straight, but looking for dick?” he asked. “Well, yeah, pretty much. I mean they claim to be straight anyway and outside this theater, they are.” “That’s fucked up right there,” Manny said. “I agree, but that’s their problem,” I said. “So, do you just follow a guy into a room or what?” he asked. “It depends. If you see an open room with someone inside, you can go in and if you want to start something with him, just touch yourself or if you’re really serious, take your dick out and stroke it in front of him. If he’s interested, he’ll let you know,” I said, “and if he’s not, he’ll probably ignore you and you just move on.” Manny nodded his head and said “Okay, cool.” I said, “So let’s just wander around and you can get a feel for the place okay?” I paused, then added, “Maybe we’ll find ourselves some action,” and grinned at him. His eyes widened in surprise yet again and he looked at me with a slightly shocked expression and asked, “Really? You mean, like us having sex with someone else? You’d be cool with some other guy touching me?” “Well, not your ass, of course,” I said, “that belongs to me remember?” and he laughed and nodded, saying, “Damn right man, just like yours belongs to me,” and I laughed also. “But seriously,” I said, “if some guy wants to jerk or suck us both off, how would you feel about that?” He thought about for a minute, then slowly smiled and said, “It sounds kind of hot actually. As long as we’re together though. I’m not doing anything with another guy unless you’re with me, okay?” “Okay,” I said. “I’m still a little nervous though,” he said, “I just need to get the vibe of this place, you know?” “Cool,” I said, “but if you get uncomfortable with anything, let me know.” He nodded and we started walking.

We headed over to the right side first, Manny sticking close to me now and went into the room playing gay porn. Two men were in that room, an older white guy and a Latino guy in his late twenties. The white guy ignored us and watched the video while groping himself through his fly, but the Latino guy looked at us with interest. Manny’s eyes were darting everywhere in nervous excitement, but the guy and I made eye contact and smiled at each other. He was obviously working class, a laborer in construction, painting or maybe landscaping. His body was lean and muscled, but from physical labor not the gym. His face was roughened from exposure to the outdoors and he had shaggy, unwashed hair, brown eyes, a thick mustache, no beard and crooked teeth. His white t-shirt was stained with dirt and sweat and his pants were ripped in several places. Despite his coarse appearance, there was something sexy about him and he must have sensed my interest because he sauntered over and whispered into my ear in a heavy Spanish accent, “What’s up man?” “Nothing yet,” I replied, “what’s up with you?” He looked at Manny and asked, “He with you?” causing Manny to look at him, grin nervously and nod yes. “You want I suck your dicks?” he asked in broken English and reached out with his left hand to grope my cock through my jeans. “Maybe,” I said as my dick got hard, “you a good cocksucker?” “The best man,” he said and he reached over and grabbed Manny’s groin with his right hand.

Manny reacted as though he’d been he’d been shocked with a live wire; he jumped back and pushed the man’s hand away with a slightly panicked expression on his face. The guy raised both hands up and away from us and said, “Woah, tranquilo chico, estás bien (Woah, easy kid, you're fine),” he said to Manny and looked at me questioningly. I smiled and said, “It’s his first time here.” “No problem man,” he said, “I see you later maybe okay?” and he wandered off. I put my arm around Manny’s shoulder and asked, “You okay baby?” “Yeah, I’m okay,” he said, “it’s just that he took me by surprise when he grabbed my dick.” He noticed the concern on my face and said, “No really Eric, I’m fine. I guess grabbing dicks is normal here.” “Yeah, it is,” I said, “but he should have made sure you were cool with it first.” “Okay,” he said, taking a deep breath then, “Okay, I think I sort of get this now.” He looked at me and said, “I’m good man, really, I promise. Let’s move on,” We left that room and wandered past the private rooms. Two of them were locked which meant that fucking or sucking was taking place in there. One had an older Latino guy who was just sitting watching the video. One had an overweight middle aged white guy who was sitting with his pants and underwear around his ankles, watching the video and jacking off. We stood in the door watching for a few minutes, but when I glanced over at Manny, his gaze met mine and he just shook his head and we moved on to the other side of the theater.

Manny definitely seemed more at ease now; he actually went ahead of me to check out the rooms on that side. The first was locked. I watched Manny look through the open door of the second room and he turned back to look at me wide eyed and he whispered, “Fuck man!” and waved me closer. Inside, sitting on the cheap cushioned sofa, was a gorgeous, muscular white guy in his early forties, with blue eyes and short red hair mostly hidden under a battered brown cowboy hat. His beard and mustache were neatly trimmed and he wore a wife beater tank top, with his jeans pushed down to his knees and an obvious hard cock stretching his plain white underwear. He was rubbing his dick through his briefs as he watched a bisexual porn video. Manny was entranced. The guy briefly looked over at us standing in the doorway, then continued watching the screen. Manny backed away from the doorway and said in a low voice, “Damn, that guy is hot as fuck!” I whispered in his ear, “You want to see if he’s interested?” He looked uncertain, but I could see that he was excited by the idea. He nodded vigorously and whispered back, “So what do we do?” “Just follow my lead,” I said and casually strolled into the room. Manny followed and stood next to me. We stood close enough to be able to watch both him and the video screen, but not so close as to invade his personal space. Yet. The guy continued to watch the screen and pulled his cock out and started to jack off. I figured now was the time to signal interest, so I unzipped my jeans and started rubbing the front of my underwear. Manny did the same, but as soon as we were both unzipped, the guy looked over and shook his head, dismissing us. Manny looked a little crestfallen, but I motioned at him to zip back up and we left the room. Once we back out in the main area I rubbed Manny’s head and said, “Don’t take it personally. He just wasn’t interested.” Manny smiled but I could sense his disappointment.

The third and fourth rooms were locked. The fifth room was open and inside was a young Latino guy around Manny’s age, but stockier, with a scraggy unshaven face and a beer belly. He was wearing a ball cap and dark shades, no doubt to try and hide his identity. He was standing in the middle of the room, watching straight porn and masturbating hard, jerking his cock so roughly I thought he might rip it off. We had obviously caught him at the end because as we watched, he started moaning and shot his load all over the floor, getting some on his hand as well. He shook the last of the cum from his cock, wiped his hand on his jeans, then pushed past us out the door and vanished.

The sixth and last room on that side was open and Manny went right in past the door, turned and stared in the direction of the sofa, which I couldn’t yet see. Manny just stood there, like he couldn’t believe what he saw. I went in turned and looked. It was the Latino guy from earlier, the working class laborer we had met on the other side of the theater. He had moved over to this room and was sitting on the sofa, completely naked from the waist down, his pants, underwear and shoes casually tossed in a corner. His cock was average size, maybe six inches or so, but thick and floppy, with a bushy head of pubic hair. His balls were big and hairy also. I didn’t even look at the video screen to see what was playing; I was mesmerized by the sight of him sitting there, his junk unabashedly exposed for all to see. I could tell Manny was intrigued also, despite his earlier reluctance. The guy just grinned at us. “You change your minds guys?” he said, addressing us both, but pointedly looking at Manny, who just nodded dumbly. Still looking at Manny he said, “Maybe you close the door okay chico?” Manny did so, making sure it was locked, then came and stood as close to my side as possible. I was definitely aroused now and I unzipped my jeans, pulled them down along with my underwear and exposed my semi-hard cock. The guy looked at me, nodded and said, “Is nice man, nice cock,” and then he turned to Manny and said, “Where your cock chico?” and Manny just looked at me, smiled at this turn of events and dropped his jeans so that his meat flopped out also. The guy just looked from one cock to the other and said, “Wow, dos vergas para chupar (Wow, two cocks for me to suck).” “Sí hombre,” I said, “puedes chuparlos a ambos todo lo que quieras (Yeah man, you can suck them both all you want).” Manny just stared at me with his jaw hanging open, then asked me, “What the fuck, since when do you speak Spanish?” I just smiled and waved at the guy to come over to us; he stood up, walked the few steps to where we were standing and started playing with our cocks. I felt my cock approaching full hardness; I looked at Manny’s and saw that he was already there. The guy looked at me and said with a cocky grin, “Chupo estos vergas ahora, okay? (I suck these cocks now, okay?),” and I just nodded and he dropped to his knees immediately.

He took both our cocks in his hands and started stroking them slowly. He licked his lips, looked at my cock, then up at me and said, “Chupo el tuyo primero (I suck yours first),” and I shook my head and said “No,” then pointed at Manny and said, “Chúpalo primero (Suck him first).” He obeyed and took Manny’s entire cock in his mouth and started sucking like a pro. I heard Manny gasp from the pleasure and he turned to me and said, “Holy shit Eric, this guy’s good.” “Yeah, baby,” I said, “he’s all ours to use and enjoy,” and while the guy sucked and slobbered on Manny’s dick, he was stroking my hard cock with a perfect grip and pace. Manny was looking down at this man who was pleasuring him and said, “Sí hombre, chúpalo, chupa mi verga (Yeah man, suck it, suck my cock) then looked back at me and said, “God damn Eric, this is so fucking hot, you and I doing him together, I fucking love it man,” and he started to skull fuck the guy, saying, “Oh fuck man, this feels so damned good,” and I said, “Fuck yeah Manny, now let me have him for a while,” and Manny smiled and pulled his cock from the man’s mouth. The guy looked a little confused until I said, “Chúpame ahora (Suck me now); the guy caught his breath and said, “Ay sí (Oh yes),” and went down on my cock, taking it all the way back to his throat.

His hot, wet mouth felt like heaven on my dick as he sucked every inch of me. He deep throated me without gagging once. He kept one hand on Manny’s cock, stroking him while sucking me; I could hear Manny groaning with pleasure, his dick still wet with the guy’s spit. His dripping wet mouth kept my cock slick while he worked it up and down, making my whole body tremble in ecstasy. “Damn Manny, you’re right,” I said, “he does suck dick good. Fuck man, that tongue of his,” as the guy used his tongue on every inch of my rod, licking and caressing it; my cock was rock hard and throbbing. I pulled out of his mouth after a few minutes and pointed to Manny’s cock. No words were necessary; he devoured Manny’s cock yet again. He kept going like that; he’d suck one of us for a bit, then switch to the other and suck some more. He was definitely a cock hungry slut. Manny was utterly spellbound by what was happening, us getting sucked off by a complete stranger. The look of blissful pleasure on his face drove my arousal even higher.

The guy was sucking my cock for the fourth or fifth time (I lost count) when I realized I was close to cumming. I looked down at him and said, “Quieres mi leche? (You want my cum?),” and he couldn’t speak with his mouth full of my cock, but he nodded, his eyes full of lust and I started to skull fuck him hard. I felt my orgasm build and build and I couldn’t hold any more and I looked at Manny and said, “Oh fuck Manny, I’m gonna cum,” and Manny said, “Yeah man, give it to him,” and my cock exploded in the guy’s mouth. He swallowed with the skill of a master cocksucker, taking every drop down his throat as I kept pumping him full of semen until my balls were drained and my cock slowly went soft and slipped from his mouth. I turned to Manny and said, “Your turn,” and he smiled at me, then shoved his cock down the guy’s throat and started to fuck his mouth savagely, pumping in and out of the guy’s mouth at a rapid pace. “Yeah Manny,” I said, “fuck his mouth like a whore,” and Manny’s breathing grew more rapid and he said, “Fuck Eric, I’m getting close,” and I said, “Yeah baby, feed it to him.” Manny looked down at the guy and said, “Quieres mi leche también? (You want my cum also?)” and the guy said nothing because Manny was fucking his mouth so hard, but the desire in his eyes was obvious and Manny looked at me and said, “Oh fuck Eric, I’m gonna cum in his mouth. Oh shit, I’m cumming, fuck yeahhh!” and pumped his load down the guy’s throat, shoving his cock in and out until he had given him every drop; the guy swallowed and swallowed until Manny was completely drained and limp.

The guy was still breathing hard as he sat back right there on the filthy floor and started jacking off like mad, “You guys make me so horny,” he said in his heavy accent, stroking his cock in a kind of frantic desperation. Sucking us off had made him hard and aroused. He was moaning and muttering something in Spanish that I couldn’t make out, but then I heard him say, “Ay sí, vengo! (Oh yes, I’m cumming!)” and he quickly pulled up his shirt, aimed his cock at himself and unloaded with spurts of cum that splattered all over his hairy belly and up to his chest; he pumped out an enormous load that coated his brown skin with copious amounts of pearly white semen. He let go of his cock and use both hands to smear his cum evenly all over his torso, then smiled, pulled his shirt back down and got back on the sofa in the same position where we first found him, still naked from the waist down and making no move to get dressed. I figured he was waiting for us to leave so he could score more cock. Manny had already tucked his cock back into his underwear and zipped up his jeans. I did the same and we were about to head out of the room, when the guy said, “I see you guys again maybe?” and before I could respond, I heard Manny say, “Yeah, maybe,” and he gave the guy a grin and a wink.

We left the room and walked across the main open area and back to the store entrance. “Holy shit,” Manny said, “that was so fucking hot!” “Yeah,” I said, “sometimes it’s nice to add a third person to the mix to spice it up a bit.” We walked out the entrance and towards my truck. “My head’s still spinning from the intensity; I mean we fucking used him like a bitch, didn’t we?” he asked. “Yup,” I said. “We never even got his name, did we?” he asked. “Nope,” I said, “wasn’t necessary” We were at my truck now and Manny was just shaking his head in amazement, saying, “It was incredible, loved it, wow,” as we got in the truck. I sat there before starting up and said to him, “I’m glad you liked it baby,” and kissed him. I thought for a second, then asked him, “You think you might want to do something like that again?” He pondered the question for a minute and then said, “I guess so. Yeah sure. I mean, it would depend on who it was with, but as long as you and I are together and in control, then fuck yeah.” He looked thoughtful, then asked, “You have someone in mind?” “Not really,” I said, “I mean, I didn’t even know this was going to happen today.” I paused, then turned the truck on and said, “I guess if an opportunity comes along then we’ll see. Okay?” “Okay,” he said. “Right,” I said, “let’s head home,” and started to back out of the parking space. “Uh, Eric?” Manny said. “What?” I asked. “You forgot to buy the lube,” he said. “Oh for fuck’s sake,” I said, exasperated. I parked the truck and went back into the store.

As we drove home, Manny looked at me curiously and asked, “How come you never told me you spoke Spanish?” “I don’t know,” I said, “I guess it never occurred to me to mention it.” “You speak it well,” he said, “your pronunciation is flawless.” “Well, thank you,” I said, smiling at him. “I can’t figure out your accent though,” he said, “You definitely didn’t learn Spanish from a Mexican or a Salvadoran, did you?” I laughed and said, “If my accent’s anything, it’s Cuban because I learned the language while growing up in Florida. And my first lover was Cuban. We were together twenty years, which is how I eventually became fluent.” “Your first lover was Cuban? Really?” he asked. “Yes, really,” I said, “His name was Reynaldo, but I always just called him Rey for short.” Manny was intrigued, I could tell. “Tell me about him,” he said. “I will one day,” I said, “Just not today okay?” “Okay,” he said.

By the time we got back home, Manny and I were both yawning almost continuously from a combination of the liquor we had earlier and the intense sexual encounter at the porn theater. Once we were inside the house, I said to Manny, “You feel like taking a nap?” “Sounds like a great idea,” he said, “I definitely need to recharge after the day we’ve had.” “Come on then,” I said and we headed for the bedroom. I put the new bottle of lube in the nightstand, then we stripped down to our underwear and got in bed. I rolled over on my side, which is how I usually sleep and Manny snuggled up against my back and put his arm around me. The feel of his body just resting against mine was sheer bliss and I fell asleep almost immediately.

I woke up nearly two hours later to the feeling of Manny’s hand caressing my chest and left nipple.  He was still cuddled up against my back and I could feel his breath on the back of my neck. I stretched and then turned over so I was on my back. He was now on his side facing me. I looked over at him and saw that he was wide awake and appeared to have been for a while; his dark eyes were alert and intently focused on me. “Hey you,” I said smiling at him. “Hey baby,” he said with a very slight smile on his lips. “How long have you been awake?” I asked. “Not long,” he said and leaned over to kiss me very gently on my lips. He was running his hand over my entire chest now, gently playing with my nipples as he did so. “That feels great baby,” I said. “Good,” he said and kissed me again, a little more intensely this time. Then he started kissing my neck, then my chest before licking and sucking my nipples.

“Jesus, that feels good,” I gasped as he worked them over with his skillful lips and tongue. He would gently flick them with the tip of his tongue, then swirl around each one before sucking them with his lips. I felt myself become aroused even though I wasn’t fully awake yet. While he licked and sucked one nipple, his hand would stroke and caress the other and the feeling was exquisite. I was sighing softly with pleasure, feeling my cock slowly harden and Manny looked up at my face and asked, “You like that baby?” and I looked back down at him and whispered, “Fuck yeah Manny, I love it” and he gave me his roguish grin and asked, “You know what I want, don’t you?” I nodded and said, “Yeah, you want to fuck me don’t you?” He just kept grinning, reached into the nightstand and grabbed the bottle of lube, tore off the safety seal and moved down to my groin. He slowly slid my underwear off, tossed it aside and began caressing my cock, then licking it and finally sucking it.

By now I was fully awake and horny as fuck. I felt his hot saliva drench my cock and drip on my balls as he sucked me and made my dick hard as hell. He was slurping noisily and that drove my arousal even higher. He took his mouth off my cock and said, “Damn I want to fuck you Eric,” and then swallowed my cock again, working me into ecstasy with his lips and tongue and after a minute or two, he again released my cock and asked, “You want my dick up your ass baby?” and by now I was so horny I couldn’t stand it and I said, “Yeah Manny, fuck my ass, fuck it hard,” and he sat back, poured lube over his fingers and worked three fingers in my hole, opening me up and the feeling was so intense that my cock wasn’t just hard, but throbbing with unbearable intensity. He sat upright all of a sudden and made sure I was watching as he finally took off his briefs and his beautiful hard manhood sprang out, swollen and jutting out proudly. He took his fingers out of my ass so he could pour lube on his cock and started stroking it, then he poured more on his hand and shove his fingers back in my ass, making me loose, wet and ready to be fucked. He looked at me with such smoldering lust in his eyes that I felt ready to surrender to him now, to let him fuck me however he wanted. “You ready for this dick?” he asked. I pointed to the lube bottle and said, “Give me that first,” and he handed it over; I poured it all over my cock, using my left hand to get it all slick and ready, then asked him, “How do you want me baby?” “On your hands and knees, just like the first time I fucked you,” he said and I immediately flipped over and got on all fours, my ass up and eager. I felt his rock hard dick up against my hole and said “Yeah Manny, fuck me,” and he slowly worked the head of his cock into my hole and I barely felt it break through before he shoved the rest of it into me, hard.

 “Oh fuck yeah, that’s it,” I said, feeling the slight pain I endured every time he tore into my fuck hole, pain that I wanted to feel, “fuck me good baby,” I moaned as he started pounding my ass like a savage animal. “God damn Eric,” he growled, “your ass always feel so fucking good on my dick,” and he continued to fuck me hard and I said, “Yeah baby, that hole is all yours, tear it up, make me feel it,” and I did feel it, every inch of him thrusting inside me; his cock was perfect for my ass, hitting my prostate with every thrust, making me feel so damned glad to be his fuck toy. He leaned in so his mouth was right next to the side of my head, his hot breath in my ear, still fucking me like a beast, his voice intense as he asked me, “Whose ass is this?” in an almost menacing tone, and I answered, “Yours Manny, yours to fuck anytime you want,” my voice sounding pathetically subservient, but I didn’t care; my lust for him overrode everything, even my own dignity. I reached behind and spread my ass cheeks as wide as I could so he could get deep inside me and I could feel his balls slap my ass as he fucked me.

He suddenly pulled out and said, “Turn over now, I want you on your back,” and I obeyed at once, flipping over and spreading my legs wide like an unrepentant slut. “Yeah Manny, shove that cock back in my ass and fuck me,” I said. He got positioned between my legs and started to caress the outside of my hole with the head of his cock, while giving me a grin that was equal parts seductive and crafty. “You want this dick inside you baby?” he teased. “Oh Manny, don’t fucking tease me, give me that cock,” I begged. He pushed his cock head against me a little harder. “You want me to fuck you some more?” he asked, his teasing tone frustrating yet arousing. “Yes,” I said, barely above a whisper. He leaned forward and gave me a brief kiss, then stared into my eyes. “Yes what?” he asked. “Yes, I want you to fuck me,” I said, my voice sounding desperate. His voice became a growl again. “Ask for it right,” he said. “Please Manny!” I almost shouted, “please fuck me now, fuck me you teasing bastard, give me that fucking dick now!” and he said, Yeah, that’s it,” and he aggressively punched my hole open and drove his cock deep inside me with one powerful thrust.

He was so quick he caught me off guard and I screamed from the pain, but he muffled my scream by clamping his mouth over mine and kissing me, his tongue seeking to dominate my mouth like his cock was dominating my ass. I surrendered to him yet again as the pain rapidly receded to be replaced by pleasure so intense I thought I would go mad. He drew back from the kiss and watched my face as he fucked me as savagely as before, his own expression a mix of lust and adoration and he said, “Stroke your cock baby, I want you to cum when I do,” then he kissed me again, never breaking the steady rhythm of the pounding he was giving my ass. He raised himself up so he could look down and watch me jerk off while he fucked me. “Yeah baby,” he said, “work your cock while I work your ass,” and I did as I was told and stroked my dick in an energetic frenzy. He was long-dicking me now, pull out until just the head was in, then slamming back in; over and over he did this so that I felt every inch of his cock working to stretch my hole as the pace of his fucking grew more rapid. He forced my legs open as wide as he could so that he could get as deep inside me as possible; damn, I thought, I’ve never loved getting fucked as much I love getting it from him. He was fucking me like a madman now, saying to me, “I’m getting close baby, what about you?” and I felt my cock tingling on the verge of orgasm as I continued to stroke it and I stared into his handsome face and said, “I’m gonna cum any minute Manny,” and he said, “Fuck yeah baby, shoot your load for me,” and I shook my head and said, almost pleadingly, “I want us to cum at the same time, please baby,” and though he was giving me the hardest, roughest fuck so far, he smiled sweetly and said, “Just for you Eric, just for you.”

His face was sweating and I could see him beginning to tense up like he did every time he came. I was on the edge myself, but I desperately wanted him to breed my ass before I shot my own load. His rapid breathing told me he was about to blow and I heard him say, “Oh fuck baby, here it comes, I can’t hold it any longer, I’m gonna cum in your ass now,” and I stroked my cock slowly to hold off until I felt his load and then he said, “Yeah, fucking take it baby,” and I felt the first load of his seed hit the inside of my asshole, then another, and I pumped my cock like mad and shot cum all over myself and he kept fucking his load into me, saying, “Oh shit Eric, it feels so good cumming in your hole,” and I felt him shoot cum in me again and again while more cum pulsed from my cock and covered my stomach in a hot, sticky mess. He kept fucking me, slower now, driving every drop of his hot semen deep into my fuck hole, until he had nothing left, nor did I. Our cocks now limp and our balls drained, he collapsed forward onto me and gave me one last passionate kiss before rolling over on his back beside me and we lay there gasping for breath, our bodies weak from sexual exhaustion, unable to speak. Soon our breathing became regular again, we turned to face each other and just smiled and kissed each other gently on the lips; I kissed his forehead, he kissed my cheeks. We basked in the afterglow of sex and the desire and affection we felt for each other. I pulled him close and we put our arms around each other and just relaxed.

Pretty soon, I felt like my mind and body were back to normal. I looked at Manny; he smiled calmly and brightly, so he was too. I smiled back and continued to gaze at his handsome face. “You look like you want to ask me something,” he said. “Yeah,” I said, pausing for a second then said, “I’m just curious, but does your father ever ask where you go when you’re not at home?” “Yeah, he does,” he said, “My dad loves me and I love him, and he’s kind of protective of me because I’m all he has left, you know? But he respects that I’m a man, especially now that I work for him and he trusts me not to get into any kind of trouble.” “Oh really?” I asked with a wise ass grin. Manny just gave me a look and said, “Ha, ha, ha, very funny,” in a voice dripping with sarcasm. “Anyway,” he continued, “I told him I met a guy at the gym, that we’ve become friends and that we work out together. I also told him that my friend lives down the street and that we hang out on our Saturday off day and also after the gym on Sundays. I lied though and told him it was a guy my age. He was happy that I had made a friend and he hasn’t asked too many questions. Not yet anyway.” He looked at me somewhat shamefacedly and said, “I’m not sure I’m ready to tell him about us yet,” and he looked at me guiltily, but then said in an almost pleading tone, “You understand, don’t you? It’s not that I’m ashamed of you, it’s just that he’s my dad and I’m scared of what he might….,” “Manny, it’s okay,” I said, interrupting him, “I went through the same thing with my family when I was your age. Tell your dad when you’re ready. If he loves you, he’ll be okay with it. Alright?” “Yeah,” he said, “you’re probably right about him and I will tell him eventually,” he smiled, then said, “Just not yet.” I gave him a gentle kiss on the forehead and hugged him.

We were quiet for a few minutes, then all of a sudden Manny said, “Oh shit, speaking of my dad, that reminds me. I can’t come over next Saturday. I’ll be in Garland for my birthday.” “Next Saturday is your birthday?” I asked. “Yeah,” he said, “September 14th is my birthday. It’s also my uncle and cousin’s birthday, so my father and I go out to my uncle’s place every year and have a get together for all three of us and whichever other family members can make it.” He paused, then said, “Sorry Eric, I should have told you sooner.” “It’s okay Manny,” I said, even though the thought of spending next Saturday home alone was deeply depressing. I forced a smile and said, “How about we have a belated birthday celebration for you here, after the gym next Sunday? I’ll think of something special to do for you okay?” “Okay,” he said, “surprise me then,” and gave me a big kiss.

The next day, Sunday, Manny and I had our usual workout at the gym. I was still trying to think of something special for Manny’s birthday. He had never expressed any desire for material things and I didn’t want to buy him a stupid and useless present. I wasn’t much of a cook, so preparing a nice meal was out of the question. I thought and thought the entire time we were working out but came up with nothing. We finished our weight routine and went upstairs to do our cardio, me on the cycle and Manny on the treadmill like always. I had been on the machine for about twenty minutes when I saw Cesar walk in the gym, later than he usually was. He looked up, saw me and waved. I smiled and waved back. I watched him walk to the locker room wearing a pair of loose gym shorts that draped nicely over his sexy ass and I suddenly got a wicked idea for Manny’s birthday. Twenty minutes later, I finished up on the cycle and went over to where Manny was still running on the treadmill. “I’m going downstairs to talk to Cesar,” I told him. “Meet me down there when you’re done okay?” He nodded, not breaking his stride. I found Cesar doing leg lifts and waited until he finished his set to talk to him. “Hey Eric,” he said, giving me a hug, “how’d the workout go today?” “Great,” I said, “Manny’s upstairs finishing up on the treadmill.” “Things going well between you two, I hope?” he asked. “Couldn’t be better,” I said. “Oh well,” he said in a clearly joking, yet friendly manner, “I guess I won’t ever be seeing his gorgeous body naked, will I?” “Funny you should mention that,” I said with a slightly mischievous smile, then I asked, “You free next Sunday?”

To Be Continued….