I was a few years out of college and am currently working as an accountant for a large university in Boston. It wasn’t my dream job, but it gave me some good work experience while I studied for the CPA exam. I failed the exam once before, so I was determined not to let that happen again. That’s why I stayed late in the office most days studying. If I could put in a few hours each day, I would be certain to pass when I sit for the exam again in October.
My office was pretty quiet after hours. Most of my co-workers were gone by 5:30 and I would have the place to myself. That is until the night janitor shows up. About 6:30 each night, Gerardo would show up to clean the bathrooms, empty the trash and vacuum the rugs.
I didn’t pay Gerardo too much attention. He kept to himself and I have to admit, he wasn’t someone I would normally be attracted to. He was about 15 years older than me, with a slightly out-of-shape “dad body” and thinning black hair. He did have large, sad eyes that I found sympathetic and made me somehow drawn to him.
Gerardo would always say hello when he started work. Well actually he would say “Hola”. I quickly learned that Gerado spoke very little English. We communicated and exchanged small talk as best we could. Over time, I began looking forward to seeing Gerardo. He was a good distraction from my studies.
Over time, Gerardo started greeting me with “Hola, mi amigo.” I thought it was sort of sweet.
One day, he asked, “Is okay, I say “mi amigo”?
“Of course”, I replied. “We’re friends.” Gerardo’s face lit up with a broad smile.
“Esta bien. Mi amigo”.
I began to learn more about Gerardo. I found out that he was born in Columbia and has been in this country for five years. He had a wife and two children back home. He hadn’t seen them in a long time. When he came to America, he hoped to find work as an engineer, but he never finished his degree and his lack of English was a barrier. He now works two or three job (I couldn’t tell) including working as a janitor for the university.
One day, Gerardo came in looking sad.
“Hola, Gerardo. How are you today?” I asked.
“Hola, mi amigo Sam. Can I say something?”
“Of course. What’s up?”
“Es mi cumpleanos”. I had a confused look on my face. “Birth, mi birth”.
It finally dawned on me. “It’s your birthday? Happy birthday Gerardo! Are you celebrating?”
“No, I have no one.”
“Well, that’s not right.” I said.
Gerardo, then asked, “Sam, will you dinner with me”?
How could I say no. “Sure, let’s have dinner and celebrate your birthday.”
Gerardo got back to work, and I went back to studying. At around 8:00 we left the building and took the T to East Boston. Living in Back Bay, I didn’t know much about this part of Boston. I did know that a lot of different immigrant communities lived in East Boston and I soon learned that’s where Gerardo lived too.
We got off at Maverick Square and walked a few blocks. We stopped in front of a storefront restaurant which was a Colombia restaurant called “Rosa’s”. “Is this okay?”
“Sure”, I offered, “It looks great.” We stepped in and I was hit with the smells of Columbian food cooking and the sounds of the patrons eating and enjoying themselves.
Gerardo caught the eye of a woman standing in the back. She came up to greet us. Her name was Rosa. She’s the owner and head chef of the restaurant. Like Gerardo she was born in Columbia. The two of them was talking in Spanish. They spoke so fast I didn’t understand anything they were saying.
After a minute, Gerardo put his hand on my shoulder and said, “Rosa, this my special friend, Sam.”
Rosa gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. “Very nice to meet you Sam. I’m so glad Gerardo has a friend.” She escorted us to our table. The menu was all in Spanish, so I let he order for the both of us. While eating, Gerardo opened up a little more.
He mentioned that he hasn’t been home in over five years and how much he misses his children. They were young teenagers when he left and they are practically adults now. He quit college before earning his degree because his wife got pregnant and he had to get a full-time job. After his second child was born his wife needed an operation. He had to borrow a large sum of money and has been working to pay off this debt since then. That’s why he moved to America, for better opportunity but has been stuck in low paying jobs since then. He sends his family as money as he can each month and doesn’t allow himself many luxuries.
Gerardo also said that he doesn’t have any friends. That’s why he was so happy that I agreed to go to dinner with him for his birthday.
“Don’t mention it. I’m happy to have dinner with you.”
“Bien”
During our conversation, I discovered that Gerardo lives in a small apartment above the restaurant.
“That’s right.” Gerardo added, “I would like to show you. Come up for tea, por favor.”
I thought it over. Why not, it’s the poor guy’s birthday and he doesn’t have friends to celebrate with. Gerardo was very happy when I agreed. We paid the bill, said goodbye to Rosa and headed up the two flights of stairs to his apartment.
Gerardo’s apartment was small and very bare-bones. We walked into the front room which included a sofa and small table with two chairs. The small kitchen had a sink, microwave, hotplate and toaster oven. There were a few shelves with some plates, glasses and cans of food on them and a very small refrigerator in the corner. In the back was a small bedroom on the right, that was only big enough to fit a double bed and dresser and a decent size bathroom on the left.
Gerardo gestured for me to sit on the sofa, while he heated the tea kettle on the hotplate. Our knees touched when he joined me on the small sofa.
“Sam, you gave me such a good birthday gift by having dinner with me. You are a good friend.”
Soon the conversation took a turn I wasn’t expecting. “I haven’t been home in many years. I haven’t seen my wife in so long. Being here, I work so hard, and I have no time for friends or go out and have fun.”
“That’s too bad.” Trying to sympathize with my host. “When was the last time you were home?”
“Been almost six years”.
“Wow, why is that?” I inquired.
“Money. I can’t afford the airfare. Also, I am illegal. If I leave the country I might not be able to get back. All the money I get I send to my family and pay off my debt. And today is my birthday.”
I was surprised to hear that Gerardo was illegal, but it made sense why he hadn’t been home for so long. “By the way, how old are you, Gerardo?”
“Today, 41 years. I’m happy that you, my friend Sam is with me, but I’m sad that I remember it’s been so long since I had sex. Almost six years since I was home last.”
“I’m sorry to hear that. Has it really been almost six years since you’ve had sex?” Gerardo nodded his head. “I know you’re far away from your wife, but what about meeting someone here. Are you open to that? What about dating Rosa? She seems nice.”
“Rosa likes chicas and has girlfriend. I work a lot and it’s hard to meet someone. And, soy feo. No soy bonito como tu.” (And I’m ugly. I’m not pretty like you.)
This whole time, Gerardo was staring into my eyes, never breaking contact. I was feeling drawn to him. It was a combination of lust, sympathy and my own loneliness. Since studying so much for the CPA exam, I myself haven’t had any human contact in several months. I leaned my head towards him a little bit and Gerardo did the same. Maintaining eye contact, we were only inches away from each other when we simultaneously brought our lips together for a kiss.
“Your lips are soft, like a woman.” Gerardo brought his hands to my face and held my head while he kissed me long and hard. Once we kissed it was like Gerardo had permission to move forward and take what he wanted.
We made out for a while on the sofa, with Gerardo pressing his body on top of mine. His hands we all over me. He unbuttoned my shirt and ran his hands across my chest. He then unbuckled my belt and unzipped my pants. My cock was hard as a rock and so was Gerardo’s.
Our make out session paused briefly while Gerardo took my shirt off. He tossed it on the floor. I kicked off my shoes. He then stood up, grabbed the waistband of my pants and boxer briefs and slid them over my hips and down my legs. He tossed them on the floor on top of my shirt.
I was now fully naked, sitting on the sofa, while Gerardo stood over me, still fully clothed. I was fixated on this older man standing in front of me. I was so turned on; all I wanted was for Gerardo to take me and make me his.
Looking down at me, Gerardo said, “Hermoso.”
He then reached down, picked me up and carried me to his bedroom. When we reached his bed, Gerardo kissed me on the lips before gently lowering me onto his bed.
Slowly Gerardo removed his clothes while I watched his every move. He removed his shirt, revealing a glorious hairy chest and belly. It was quite a contrast to my mostly hairless body. Next he removed his shoes and socks, then finally his “Dickies” work pants. When his pants hit the floor, all that remained was a pair of traditional white fruit-of-the-loom briefs, which could barely contain his raging hard cock.
Finally Gerardo’s hands grabbed the waistband of his briefs and dropped them to the floor freeing his magnificent manhood. That was my first glance of one of the most beautiful cocks I’ve ever seen. It was thick, veiny and uncut. It was at least 7 or 7.5 inches and still growing. His cock was accompanied by a pair of two enormous hairy balls hanging low from the base of his penis. All I can think is, I couldn’t wait to get that monster in my mouth and maybe in my hole. Since I hadn’t been fucked in a while, I hoped I would be able to take it all.
Once he was fully naked, Gerardo bent over and kissed me again on the lips. He then laid on top of me and kissed me again. His body felt so good on me while he stroked my cheek saying, “Thank you my special friend, Sam. Beautiful boy.”
Gerardo’s hard cock felt so good rammed between my legs. I parted my legs a bit giving his dick better access to rub against my balls and tant.
Taking a break from kissing me, Gerardo shifted positions moving his head near my crotch and his dick near my mouth. I hardly needed any encouragement to suck on that big, fat cock as I felt Gerardo’s hand on the back of my head guiding downward.
“No one as touched my pene in so long. What a birthday gift you give me.”
I started sucking and it was quite a mouthful. By now, his cock has grown to it’s full 8 inches. I had a hand around the base, while I focused on the head. At the same time, Gerardo started sucking on my hard dick too. I think he engulfed my entire 6 inch cock all at once. His mouth felt so good. The way his tongue swirled around my cock while he sucked, told me that this was not the first time Gerardo has sucked cock. He definitely had experience sucking on a man’s cock.
While sucking me off, Gerardo hands moved behind me and started playing with my hole. He runs his fingers back and forth, across my hole, filling me with such anticipation for getting fucked by his huge cock. When he stuck his middle finger into my hole, I let out a little moan.
I think Gerardo thought I was prepared and ready to accept his cock because he then stopped sucking me, shifted behind me and gently rolled me over onto my stomach. He lined up his cockhead against my hole and started pushing his way inside me.
The trouble was, I was not properly prepared for his cock. Once his cockhead punched through my ass ring searing pain shot through my body.
“Stop please.” I cried out, “Gerardo, it hurts too much. You have to stop.”
Gerardo stopped moving and as he started removing himself from my ass his cock exploded, shotting cum all over my hole and ass. Laying down on top of me, Gerardo kissed my cheek and said, “Oh, my beautiful friend. I am so sorry I hurt you. Forgive me. I never want to hurt my Sam.” He stroked my cheek and kissed my lips a few times. “Are you okay, Sam.”
“Yes, I’m fine. I was just not ready for you to fuck me.” He rubbed my back in an attempt to soothe and calm me and repeatedly said how sorry he was that he hurt me.
Getting off the bed, Gerardo said, “I need to use bathroom. The next time I fuck you I will do better. You will like it, you’ll see.” I heard him pee in the toilet while I laid there wondering what I got myself in to. I wondered if Gerardo would be ready to fuck again so soon after just cumming. When he returned and I saw his semi-erect cock start growing again, I knew he was ready.
Gerardo put his left hand on my back, holding me in place, while his right hand once again played with my hole. Sure, it felt good, but his fingers were much smaller than his fat cock. Soon his mouth moved to my ass and he started licking up the cum he recently deposited on my ass. His tongue licked me clean, then started traveling up and down my ass crack. The wonderful sensation was driving me crazy. The pain from his large cock fucking me was soon forgotten. As he separated my ass cheeks and started licking and sticking his tongue into my hole, all I wanted was for his cock to enter me again.
Just like his cock sucking, Gerardo was great at rimming me, I knew he must have had done this in the past. Soon he had three fingers deep inside me and I was certain I was ready to accept him again.
“I will fuck my special friend nice. You will like it, I promise.” Gerardo flipped me over onto my back and lifted my legs high in the air. With my hands behind my knees, I pulled my legs back exposing my hole, offering myself up to Gerardo, hoping he was true to his word and fuck me gently.
Once again, he lined his cockhead against my hole and started pushing. I forced myself to relax as I accepted his invading manhood. Once his cockhead was inside me, he stopped and waited. Staring into my eyes and not saying a word, just maintaining eye contact, he searched my face for any sign of discomfort. Satisfied that I was okay, he inched further inside of me. When he was fully inside me and I felt his hairy balls brush my ass, I let out a sigh.
Staying still for a long time, Gerardo stroked my cheek, while we kissed a few times, never breaking eye contact.
I wrapped my legs around Gerardo’s back while he held me close to him. Gerardo started fucking me, slowly moving his cock in and out of my hole. It was passionate and intense. Gerardo was masterful at rubbing his cock along my prostate sending waves of ecstasy throughout my body. Gerardo was correct, I did love how he was fucking me. It might have been the best sex I’ve ever had.
Gerardo was picking up the pace and we were acting as one as his cock slammed harder and harder in my hole. With his balls slapping against my ass, I lost track of time. I have no idea how long we were fucking. Part of me wanted it to go on forever and never end.
Suddenly Gerardo stopped moving, without breaking eye contact he softly said something in Spanish. I don’t know what he said, but in my mind, he said something like, “I am filling you up with my seed. Take it.”
He loosened his hold of me and I lowered my legs from around his back as his cum slowly leaked out of my ass on to the bedsheets below us. We were both breathing heavily as we began our post-sex recovery.
Gerardo’s hands continued to explore my body. He caressed my arms, chest, face and stomach. He gripped my semi-hard cock and stroked it a few times, waking it up as it grew to its full height.
“You gave me the most wonderful birthday gift. I loved it. Now, Gerardo gives you a wonderful gift.” Gerardo bent down and swallowed my erect cock, getting it nice and wet. He spit on his fingers and wet his own hole. He also reached between my legs and scooped up any excess cum he had deposited and applied it to his hole.
Straddling me, Gerardo lined up my cock with his hole and started slowing impaling himself with my manhood. His tight hole felt amazing with my cock inside it. With his hands on my chest, Gerardo began rocking back and forth and up and down, giving his hole a real workout.
I enjoyed watching Gerardo’s semi-hard cock bouncing around while riding me. I knew I wasn’t going to last long and when I hit my apex, I let out a load moan and filled his hole with my cum. Even after I came, Gerardo stayed perched on my cock, not moving and keeping me deep inside of him.
It wasn’t until my cock was fully flaccid that Gerardo moved. He stretched out beside me on the bed and rested his head on my shoulder, saying “Gracias. This was my best birthday ever.” We both soon drifted off to sleep.
When I woke up, it was still dark outside. The clock read 4:30 am. Gerardo came into the room, fully dressed. He looked down at me and said, “Buenos dias, Sam.” He explained that he had to leave for work but encouraged me to stay as long as I wanted. I didn’t know until then that Gerardo works full time at the fish market stating at 5:00 am before working as a janitor at the college in the evening. He bent down, kissed me on the lips, then left.
I must have fallen back to sleep because the next thing I knew it was 8:15. Since it was Saturday, I didn’t need to be anywhere special but it was weird thinking that Gerardo’s has already been working for three hours. I got up, showered and then got dressed. Before leaving, I looked around Gerardo’s sparse apartment. He didn’t have a lot of personal items; one exception was a photograph placed on a kitchen shelf. It was a picture of a shirtless handsome young man and on the back was written “Daniel 2002”. I wondered who Daniel was and if he was Gerardo’s lover.
I returned to my Back Bay condo and tried to get back to my routine by doing some CPA studying. It was difficult to concentrate thinking about Gerardo’s big thick cock fucking me. I had trouble sleeping that night and got an instant erection whenever I thought of Gerardo. The next morning, I had Sunday brunch plans with some of my besties. I never mentioned Gerardo to them or what we did on Friday night. Not knowing what my feelings were or Gerardo’s for that matter, it didn’t seem right. My friend Scott did ask if I was okay. He said I was quiet and seemed distracted. I used my upcoming CPA exam as my excuse.
By Monday I was so nervous, waiting for Gerardo to arrive. He was his usual friendly self when he came to the Finance Department at 6:30 he greeted me with. “Hola, mi amigo especial.”
He told me again what a wonderful birthday gift I gave him and how happy he was that I stayed the night. He asked how I was and about my studies. That was about it before going off to clean the bathrooms and vacuum. The rest of the week was the same, small talk and no mention of getting together again.
On Saturday, I spent the day doing errands, going to the gym and doing a little studying. By 6:00 pm, with nothing else I do I just started walking. Eventually I found myself on the Blue Line heading toward East Boston. I got off at Maverick Square and continued my walk. Stopping in front of Rosa’s restaurant, I peeked inside. It was about half full and I noticed Gerardo sitting alone in the back. He was eating by himself. Looking up, he saw me standing in the doorway and with a look of surprise waved me over.
“Mi amigo Sam. What are you doing here?”
“I was walking and I found myself here. Can I join you?”
‘Si, mi amigo. Sit.” He called Rosa over and ordered me some food. Rosa gave me a hug and kiss telling me how glad she was to see me. She said I make Gerardo very happy. We had another great meal at Rosa’s and as we were finishing up Gerardo asked if I would like to go upstairs for tea.
I responded, “Si”. We paid the bill and moved upstairs to Gerardo’s apartment. As soon as the door closed, Gerardo was all over me. He was kissing me with his hands grabbing my ass as we maneuvered to the couch. He managed to get my shirt off in no time. Soon, my pants and boxer briefs were down around my ankles.
“Oh, my beautiful friend”, Gerardo said as he went down on my hard, erect cock. As I discovered last week, Gerardo had no problem deepthroating me. His mouth felt amazing covering my manhood. I was getting over excited too quickly and with my hands on Gerardo’s head, I tried to slow him down before it was too late.
However, It was too late. I unexpectedly exploded and filled Gerardo’s mouth with my seed. It might have been a top ten orgasm and Gerardo did his best to swallow all the sperm my dick had to offer. Once we recovered a little, Gerardo licked my dick clean, then stood up, took my hand and escorted me to his bedroom.
I laid down on his bed, fully naked with anticipation of what was going to come next. My hole was practically twitching waiting for Gerardo to fuck me and fill me up again. Gerardo quickly striped off his clothes, flipped me over onto my stomach and dove face first into my ass. He rimmed me with mucho gusto. His lips, tongue, saliva and fingers worked my hole and opened me up, preparing me to receive Gerardo’s 8-inch monster. I was in heaven.
When we were both ready, Gerardo mounted me from behind, spit on his cock, then little by little entered me. Unlike last week, he made sure I experienced no pain or discomfort. My pleasure was his primary objective. When fully inside me, Gerardo gently rocked back and forth, slowly fucking me.
After he came, Gerardo stayed inside of me until his mighty cock went fully flaccid. We fell asleep with Gerardo behind me wrapping his arms around my torso, holding me tight against his hairy chest. I enjoyed the feeling of his cock against my ass as I drifted off.
In the morning we had shifted a little. I was no longer pressed against his chest and I couldn’t feel his cock touching me. I scooted back until I made contact with his cock again. I admit, I grinded on it hoping for a reaction. When his soft cock twitched, I soon got the reaction I was looking for. Gerardo moaned, tightened his grip on me and said a few things in Spanish I didn’t understand.
“Buenos dias, mi hermoso chico”. I opened my legs a little giving his now fully erect penis easier access while his hand guided it once again inside me. There is something about an early morning fuck that’s so wonderful. It’s the best.
Gerardo’s hard cock was hitting all the right spots. My cock was also hard and leaking pre-cum. I was in a state of maximum pleasure and it wasn’t long before I shot my load all over the bedsheets. Hands free ejaculation is also the best.
We stayed in bed most of the morning. Gerardo said he was surprised to see me at the restaurant last night. He thought I went out with him and slept with him last week because it was his birthday and I took pity on him. He thought, why would a young handsome man like me would want to be with an older unattractive guy like him. I assured him that it wasn’t pity and I enjoyed being with him. He was happy to hear that.
I asked Gerardo about “Daniel”, the man in the photo. All he said was, he was a friend. I asked if he was a “special friend”, like I am but he wouldn’t say. Though the look on his face and the tears in his eye told me the answer.
I also asked him about his wife. Again, he told me that they had to get married when she got pregnant. He said there is a lot of pressure in his country for young people to get married. If a young man wanted to have a successful career and be taken seriously, you had to have a wife. He thinks things are changing now, but twenty years ago he felt he didn’t have many options. I told him I understood. He wet his fingers and put them between my legs rubbing my hole saying, “Anyway, I like your pussy, more than my wife’s pussy.”
This routine continued. Every Saturday I would meet him at Rosa’s restaurant. We’d eat then go up to his apartment for wild sex and spend most of Sunday together. I still hadn’t told my friends or family about Gerardo. He was my secret. He was the perfect distraction while I studied for the CPA exam. I did love being with him though.
This went on for about a month. Around this time, we began hearing stories on the news about an ICE raid in Boston. Unfortunately I didn’t give it much thought. When I got off the subway at Maverick Square, I could sense that something was doing down. The streets were filled with people holding anti-ICE signs, blowing whistles and chanting. There was siren sounds in the air all around. I started panicking as I ran to Rosa’s restaurant. When I got there an ICE agent was blocking the entrance. He said, “This place is closed. Move on.”
I noticed Rosa’s girlfriend Betty standing across the street. She was getting off the phone when I approached. She was understandably upset. When she calmed down a little, she told me that ICE agents raided Rosa’s restaurant about an hour ago and arrested the entire kitchen staff, including Rosa. She said that some of those workers had valid work permits or green cards but were still arrested. Betty was talking with an immigration lawyer and they were going to try to locate Rosa and get her released. Before she left, I asked her about Gerardo. She said he was definitely at the restaurant but didn’t think he was arrested.
I went to Gerardo’s apartment. The front door was open, but he wasn’t there. I couldn’t decide if that was good or bad news. I was in a daze and my head was spinning. I was wandering around deciding what to do when I heard someone calling my name.
Looking down an alley, I saw Gerardo peeking out from behind a dumpster. I ran up and hugged him, so relieved to see him safe. Gerardo told me what happened. He was at the restaurant waiting for me to arrive. He got up to use the Men’s room, just as the ICE raid began. Good thing Gerardo knew the building because in the commotion, he ran up the back stairs to the roof. He then hopped over a few rooftops and went down a fire escape. He was hiding in the alley since then, too scared to leave.
It took a few minutes to come up with a plan. We waited until the sun went down; I then left and headed to a friend Scott’s house to borrow his car. It took about an hour and a half before I got back to where Gerardo was hiding. Fortunately, the situation on the street had calmed down and none of the roads were blocked or closed.
When we entered my apartment, Gerardo breathed easier. We ordered take out and tried to relax. Gerardo was to upset to eat and when we went to bed, I attempted to give him a blow job but his once mighty cock stayed limp.
We spent Sunday deciding what Gerardo should do next. He was afraid that if he stayed in the country he would be deported back to Columbia or someplace else. He didn’t want to risk it. We agreed that I would “loan” him money to get home. A few years ago, my grandfather passed away and left me and my sister each a 6-digit inheritance. He told us to spend the money on good causes. I couldn’t think of a better cause than helping Gerardo.
On Monday, I took the day off from work. I purchased a plane ticket for Gerardo to fly home to Columbia that night. I also wired 25 thousand dollars to his bank. That was enough for Gerardo to pay off the loan for his wife’s surgery, two years of tuition to finish his degree and some additional money to tide over his family until he finished school and got a job.
Gerardo promised to pay me back, but I hope he doesn’t. This was my gift to him. We drove to Logan Airport in silence. I stayed with him as far as security before we had to say our goodbyes. Gerardo asked me to move to Columbia with him but we both knew that wasn’t a possibility. I was so relieved when I received his text letting me know that he arrived safely.
It’s now been three years since Gerardo left Boston for home. He writes to me every few months letting me know how he’s doing. He graduated with a Business degree and is now working at a bank. His kids are doing well too and are so happy that their dad is home all the time now. They really missed him. His daughter is engaged and works as a teacher. His son is a carpenter’s apprentice and has a bright future. He never mentions his wife but has mentioned a friend named Carlos a few times. I sure hope he is more than a friend.
Whenever he writes to me, he always refers to me as his “amigo especial” which always makes me feel good.
The End
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