Future Marine Guillermo catches Uncle and Jose

Guillermo Garcia was a young boy living with his mom and dad in West Texas. The heritage of both his mom and dad gave Guillermo a beauty that was almost feminine in its refinement. Wonderfully formed with a naturally lean musculature, puberty added a magic touch to his youth with his deepening voice and the squaring of his jaw, not to mention other hidden assets. The other boys were jealous of his alpha looks and the girls wanted him in their company.

One afternoon, Guillermo returned from school and began his homework, so, later, he could spend time playing his favorite current war game. With his social studies book open on his lap, Guillermo was sitting in the living room. He easily overheard his Mom tell her brother Eduardo she was going downtown to return a lamp and take care of a few other items.

Guillermo’s mind instantly began to think how he could risk letting it be known that he didn’t want to go. He wanted to stay home and surf the internet without restrictions. He told his Mom he had plans with Josh and they were REALLY important.

While his mom is on the phone, he makes a face and shakes his head. He whispers, “I’ve got plans with Josh. Mom, please. I’ve done all my errands.”

Then he heard his mom say, “Oh, all right. Guillermo is going to be at Josh’s. O.K. Talk to you tomorrow. I’m off. Bye.”

“I need to change my shoes.”

“All right but be back in three hours. You hear?”

“Oh, yeah. Three hours.” Inside his heart leapt up. Three hours on the internet… and oh, the hot sites! Wow!” His twelve years, almost thirteen really, had kicked in and his youthful enthusiasm secreted rush after rush of anticipation. Privacy and the internet. He felt his nuts tingle. He bowed out gracefully.

Later, sitting in the dining room, the only place they had for the computer, and poring over Hot Jamaican couples in acts of torturous titillation, Guillermo was alerted to the crunch of a truck coming down the drive. His uncle. Shit. To Shut down. The computer was off, and Guillermo was out the back side door like a fox and as silent and into the shed in a blink.

Eduardo, his uncle, and José, a jocular jack of all trades/carpenter, got out of the truck. They looked around to assess that no one was home, and then began moving toward the shed. Inside, hearing the crunch on the driveway getting louder, Guillermo hid himself behind a loose stack of electronic and equipment boxes, saved, lest something should ever have to be mailed back to the company. In shadow, he could not be seen, but he could see, albeit restricted, virtually the entire open area of the shed.

Into this dimly lit building stepped Eduardo and José. In low voices they affirmed that no one was anywhere around. The men simultaneously placed their hands upon each other’s chest and squeezed their pecs through the shirts. Buttons were then opened, and hands felt hard muscles. Hands quickly descended to the belt buckles, but not before a slow, lingering cupping and rubbing of each other’s cock and balls. The bulging cocks ached against the levi’s and reveled in the shot of hot pleasure pulsing and pulsing and pulsing. Buckles open. Buttons open. Levi’s descend to mid thigh. Hands making love to erect cocks. Balls being caressed and lightly jostled amid humming fingers.

Eduardo leans into José and lowers his head to his nipple. He sucks the feeling into José’s chest, alternating between nipples, working one with his hand and the other with his lips, tongue, and teeth. José clutches his head to his chest and shakes in his thighs and ass with an unrestrained impulsiveness.

Eduardo drops to his knees and kisses the head of José’s cock with a tenderness worthy of a religious adoration itself. The lingering kiss upon the tip of the head caused Guillermo to grow to a full tight, almost uncomfortable erection. While still watching the action before him with rapt attention, Guillermo had to unbelt his trousers, loosen his underwear and free his stiff erection. He rebuttoned the fly with his cock hard against his stomach. Still transfixed upon this totally unexpected and totally captivating scene, Guillermo saw the almost maniacal solicitude with which Eduardo teased and stimulated José. José threw back his chiseled featured head. For a moment, José’s leathered maturity was pulled into a powerful youthful expression as his chin jutted forward and his hair fell loose off the back of his head. This transformation jolted Guillermo. Within seconds, unsuspected pre-cum lubricated and later cooled the head of his penis and his stomach. The base of his thick penis ached. Guillermo clutched it to squeeze out the pain of the extreme pleasure he felt would overwhelm him. Almost, an “oh” escaped his lips.

Eduardo leisurely eases his way over the head and down the shaft, sampling the beauty of the wonderment of the cock, and this cock in particular. Eduardo slowly pulls his mouth back and does not replace it. He stands. José places his hands on Eduardo’s shoulders, moved them slowly down his chest. His fingers tweaked Eduardo’s nipples. José covered Eduardo’s chest in kisses, licking the sternum, the pecs, and especially the nipples. Slowly, he worked his way down Eduardo’s abdomen as he was kneeling; he, too, worshipped at the altar of the erect penis, of the total annihilation of every other feeling but the focused madness of physical reality.

José, also, gave the studied tenderness of a building explosion in his approach to teasing and manipulating the rock hard head and shaft before him. With great care, José kissed, licked, and sucked. The tongue lapped the sides, then the under shaft, then the head, the balls, singularly and together. Only after a session of alternating places did José take aim and begin covering the purple head with his now excessively reddened lips. His mouth beckoned the head to slowly enter the gate of mutual pleasure, mutual desire and mutual union.

José’s entire body rocked his mouth back and forth on Eduardo’s cock. Jose’s hands gripped Eduardo’s calves. Eduardo muttered incomprehensible words of pleasure. José continued sucking and rocking back and forth.

Guillermo could stand it no longer. He undid his pants and let his dick have total freedom. The pre-cum that had oozed out while his dick was imprisoned against his stomach began flowing again. Guillermo spread the pre-cum over his bulging head and tweaked the underneath of the shaft, always keeping focused on his uncle and José.

José moved back slowly, keeping his hand on Eduardo’s dick. José leaned forward, licked the head, and stood up. Both men held each other’s dick in their hands. Between dropping spit onto the dicks and mixing it with the pre-cum, the men jacked each other. Not wanting to shoot on to themselves, they stood side by side and backed away from the boxes. Guillermo was beside himself, not wanting to cum and yet wanting to be a participant in the action.

“Let’s do it,” Guillermo heard his uncle utter.

Seconds later, the two well built and in shape men shot their loads onto the cement floor. Each man smiled at each other as they shook their hands and then licked each other’s fingers. They buttoned up and exited the shed.

When Guillermo figured the two were gone, he emerged from his hiding place and walked over to the area with its decaying sperm, knocking over a couple boxes. This noise alerted the approaching José. Hearing Guillermo’s movements, José stopped in front of the door, listened carefully, and leaned around to look through the small dusty window. He saw Guillermo lean down and run his fingers through the sperm. Guillermo then lubricated his own dick with the two men’s residue. His idea was to shoot his load onto the loads of his hidden companions. With his heavy breathing and concentration on his own motions, he didn’t know the quiet José had returned to the shed to wipe up the sperm from the floor.

José didn’t want to frighten Guillermo, but he knew he couldn’t be gone for too long. Fiddling with the door handle, José made enough noise to alert Guillermo. Hearing the door handle move, Guillermo made it around the corner, almost just in time, as the door opened, and José entered with a hand full of paper towels. Guillermo hoped José had not seen him out of the corner of his eye. Guillermo did detect a smile on José’s face as he knelt down to wipe up the stiffening cum. Guillermo could have sworn that José looked directly at him through the space between the boxes.

With cum filled paper towels, José stood up and left a well-wiped concrete floor.

When the door was shut and the sound of feet on gravel had disappeared, Guillermo left his hiding place, walked around to the eventful area, imagined the hot sexual action and jacked off into his hand.

Complete books by Buck Jones on Amazon:

• Marine Stories
• Gay Joining the Corps
• Marines Various Encounters
• Young Marine and Gramps

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