Hector and Jaime

Alejandro takes up the story…

I’m raising two boys and it’s not easy even though they’re good boys. Sure, they get into trouble now and then, but it’s not too bad, just a day’s suspension, or they get into my booze or the occasional fight. But mostly they’re good, and they work hard. Hector’s the oldest, and he’s pretty much the level-headed one even though he’s really gotten into bodybuilding. His little brother Jaime is tougher, and plays sports. I could see him becoming a fighter, you know, not that I think he is but I could see it.

So all is good, and then I start to notice something a little different. I can’t put my finger on it, I don’t know what it is, but there’s some kind of shift in the relationship between Jaime and Hector. They always got along but it’s pretty competitive and there’s a lot of, not bullying, but your guy stuff. Sibling rivalry and all. Then one day almost like overnight that changes. Suddenly they treat each other with respect. No more horsing around. They start giving each other a nod like guys who’ve been working together for years.

There’s something else going on too, I know that they’re sneaking around at night. I don’t know what they’re doing, and I haven’t caught them at it, but there’s something going on. You know how when people try to be quiet and make no noise the noise that they make actually tips you off that they’re trying not to make noise? Yeah there’s been a lot of shit like that. I don’t think they’re doing drugs, at least nothing you can tell from the way they act. Although Hector has been doing something else weird.

Our whole lives we’ve worn boxers to walk around the house at home. Loose regular guy boxers. Mainly cuz they’re cool when it’s hot. Course, I know the guys wear other stuff for sports and all, Jaime’s got a lot of boxerjock type stuff, but basically around the house we wear boxers, have for years. Well, Hector changes that. He’s been working out a lot, and his body’s got bigger, especially his thighs and butt, so instead of wearing boxers he starts wearing just his underwear around the house. And I don’t know where he’s getting this underwear from, but not from like a regular store. It’s all tight and small, really small on him, and he doesn’t act any different but he wears it like it’s showing off his butt. So that’s pretty much the state of things when there comes a day when I don’t have to go to work until noon and Hector doesn’t have to be at school till noon.

I’m sitting in the kitchen at the table, reading the paper, I enjoy my coffee. There might be a little whiskey in my coffee, never a bad thing. Hector comes in. He’s standing at the counter with his back to me, and he’s wearing these tiny underwear I never seen before. Definitely not in the laundry, and they really show off his butt, in fact they don’t cover all of it and I can see that it looks really big and smooth and his skin is creamy, and there’s no hair, it looks like he’s shaving back there. I can see his thighs, they’re big and muscular but they’re smooth too and I can see where they kind of rub together just below his butt. And damn it, before I know it my cock’s hard in my boxers.

So Hector’s standing at the counter with his back to me, and he’s wearing nothing but these teeny tiny underwear.

“Mijo, we got fresh tortillas, you want a tortilla?”

“No, I’m good.”

“What you got there?”

“An English muffin.”

“I know I know, you like those muffins. When you were little kid you said to me you can’t get enough melted butter on a tortilla. You love that melted butter. You want the butter? It’s here on the table.”

“No, Pop, I’m good.”

He’s busy with a knife, and I see he’s covering the English muffin with peanut butter.

“No butter?”

“Protein,” he says.

I can see where the fabric really goes tight up his crack each side of his big round melons.

My cock fattens up real fast, and I think, “Holy shit! What am I doing, looking at my son’s butt??” Then he moves, and his butt jiggles a little bit and I find myself thinking, “That is one nice culo. I could do something with that culo…”

I’m staring at his ass right now. It’s really amazing how big it has got. There’s no point in not mentioning it.

“Hey, mijo, your ass is getting really big!”

He gives me a look. So I say, “I don’t mean fat, I mean muscle. I can see it’s muscle. Looking good, mijo.”

And that’s when he says, “Want to feel it?” That’s all he says. “Want to feel it.” But it’s an invitation. More than an invitation, it’s a fucking golden ticket. And he does it. He says that, and then he takes that step toward me. He takes that step and does a little half turn, so his ass is right there in the underwear that don’t hide much, that don’t hide anything. I can see the curve where his thigh becomes his ass, the place he wants me to put my hand, on his bare skin there.

I put my hand I feel his ass. The skin smooth, warm, firm. I don’t pat his ass, I feel it. His warm, living, breathing flesh beneath my fingertips. I don’t move my hand away…

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Hector tells what happens next…

When my father doesn’t move his hand away right away, but keeps it on my ass, not quite kneading it but keeping up the pressure, feeling it, then I know there’s a chance this is going to happen. I don’t look at him, I’m afraid to look at him in the eye in case I scare him, but I know that if I can get us a little further everything’s going to go the way I hope, the way I want.

I say, as low as I can, like it’s not even me speaking but idea in the air, “Use both hands papi, you got to use both hands to really feel it.” I turn enough so it’s easy for him to reach it with both hands, and I bend forward enough so my ass is more presented to him. I can see his boxers. I can see his cock poking up in his boxers. It’s unmistakable. It’s like a gear shift. A big fat gear shift in his lap.

Now he has both hands on my ass and he’s moving them back and forth a couple inches maybe, his hands feel big and warm. They’re calloused, I can feel that roughness. It makes me hard. Ha ha, harder. As his fingers move toward the center I let out a tiny sigh, “Uhhh”, and my father makes a matching noise, but with a question mark. Now these underwear that were so good a minute ago are in the way. In one move I get my thumbs under the waistband and I push the underwear down as far as I can, and I hope it will be like that magic trick where the guy pulls the cloth of the table and everything stays, that my pop’s hands will stay there. And they do. His hands are all over my ass now you, more range of motion, ha ha, everywhere I want except where I want most.

“Ay, papi,” I murmur. “so nice…” I push back and raise my ass a fraction more.

“¿Sí?”

“Sí, ahhhh…” His hands are everywhere. “Necesito… mi culito…”

Then one of his fingers gets there at last. Just one, the big tip only touching at first, gently pressing, barely rubbing.

“¡Ay, papi!”

His hands are all over my ass, his fingers starting to rub in the middle. I just showered this morning, so I’m squeaky clean, but kind of tight and dry. I don’t want to stop him, or wince, or do anything to let him think I don’t want this, but I have to figure out what to do quick. Then I look down on the table and there it is. And I say, “mantequilla.” He figures it out right away, and he dips his fingers right into the soft butter on the saucer on the table, and then he’s rubbing it into my hole.

“¡Ay, papi!” I moan, my hole suddenly fluttering with excitement.

“¿Sí?”

“Sí, papi…”

He’s holding two of his fingers together, big, rough, but greased with warm butter, and he’s rubbing the outside hole, all around it, and I can barely breathe, and I want to push back right on the fingers and I’m trying to hold off from doing that and I want him to press just a little more and he’s pressing and rubbing and the butter makes everything slick and smooth and he pushes and it’s so good and he pushes a little more and he’s almost in and I want him to just push that fraction of an inch more. He’s pushing against the ring, it’s almost like his hand is pulsing against my culo. And then I squeak out, “More, papi, more!”

His fingers go in, stretching, rubbing. “Like this?”

“Yes! Ohhh, papi, yes! More.”

In a couple of minutes I’ve got half a stick of butter up my ass, and his fingers are sliding all the way in. He’s using his other hand too, caressing my ass, rubbing between my legs. Every time his fingers slide in and out it feels sooo good, when they go in all the way and then deliberately pull out, and he gives a twist, and his knuckles rub that place inside me, Soo good, I can feel my cock twitch by itself. But I’m greedy, I want more. Because I know papi has more for me.

I’m leaning on the kitchen counter, bracing myself, with my thighs apart and my butt stuck out, but I look behind me and I see my father’s lap, and sticking up through the fly of his boxers is his cock. He’s uncut, but now he’s so rigid the skin’s rolled back by itself, and the big red head is pulsing. I look at it and the slit winks, and a drop of clear fluid bubbles up and out. I know he’s ready.

“Papi,” I say, casually dipping a huge glob of butter and reaching for his cock, “I need you. My culito needs you.” My hand reaches his cock and he doesn’t stop me. My hand closes on it and I rub the warm melty butter over it, letting my hand palm the head and swirl around it, and then grasp the shaft.

“Papi, only you can do this for me,” I whisper, straddling him and bending my knees, lining my culo up with his solid, inflexible fat-headed cock.

“Mijo –” he starts to say, but I put a finger to his lips.

“No, Papi, trust me. I need this. My culito needs this…”

I move his hand so he is holding the base of the shaft of his big cock, holding it in the position I need. The big glistening buttered head nudges my hole.

I sink onto his cock and feel it slide in. Ohhh, so big and hard and rigid. It twitches inside of me. It’s tight, and sooo good. I start to ride. His mouth falls open as I gently bounce my big ass on his cock.

“Good, papi?”

He gasps. I don’t know what the fuck he’s thinking, but then I feel his fat cock suddenly thrust upwards and he says, “¡Sí! ¡Oh, si!”

Let me know if you enjoy. I really appreciate hearing what you think. Part One and Two on here with my other stories. Happy reading! Petr