Manny's Return - Manny's Story part 2

It was a pleasant summer evening, two days after my encounter with Manny. It had rained heavily earlier in the day and as a result, the evening was considerably cooler than normal. The sky was clear and despite the city glare there were quite a few stars becoming visible in the fading twilight. I sat on my backyard deck, sipping some whiskey, and thinking about Manny. That kid had awakened an intense lust in me that I didn’t know I’d had and I desperately wanted another sexual encounter with him. And strangely for some reason, I felt like I wanted to get to know him as a person, though I had no idea why I felt this way. There was just something about him besides the obvious sexual appeal. I had told him to drop by anytime, but I really didn’t know if he would or not. The look he had given me when he left that day made me think he was at least considering it, if for no other reason than to have a legitimate shot at my tequila. But a good looking guy like him no doubt had an active social life; hell, he probably had a girlfriend. No, I told myself, I had had my first and probably last encounter with Manuel Campos. I refilled my whiskey glass and let my thoughts drift elsewhere. 

Twilight departed and the night came on full. I was more than a little buzzed from the whiskey, so I decided to head inside, get in bed and read a book until sleep overtook me. I managed to stumble down the hallway, definitely feeling the alcohol, but still more or less functional. Once in my bedroom, I stood next to my bed and got undressed. I stripped off my shirt and tossed it away, but when I tried to pull off my jeans while still standing up, my semi-drunk state caused me to lose my balance and I fell on my ass, then collapsed flat on my back on the floor. 

Feeling utterly stupid for having drunk too much, I rested on the floor for a minute and determined that I wasn’t hurt. I found myself looking under my bed and saw something under there that didn’t look right. Reaching under the bed, I grabbed it and pulled it out; it was something made of cloth. Looking at it in the light, I realized what it was. It was Manny’s underwear; the teal colored bikini briefs that I had cut off him with my hunting knife before fucking him that day. I sat up and finished taking off my jeans. I wasn’t wearing underwear, so now I was naked. I stood up carefully, Manny’s ruined briefs still clutched in my hand. I had tossed them aside after cutting them off, so they must have been inadvertently kicked under the bed somehow. I held them to my face and inhaled deeply. They still held his scent, that intoxicating aroma that I remember from sucking his cock. I felt my own cock start to get hard. 

I pulled open my nightstand drawer and grabbed my bottle of lube. I laid down on my bed, on my back and poured lube all over my rapidly hardening cock. I held his briefs to my nose with my right hand and started jacking off with my left. Oh fuck Manny, I thought, you’re not here, but I can smell you through the sexy underwear you left behind. I inhaled his scent again and again, the combination of masculine musk and youthful cleanness making my cock so hard it almost hurt. I was stroking myself like mad now, remembering every erotic sensation of our fuck session; his beautiful face, his tight sexy body, that incredible ass that I fucked hard and almost destroyed, the taste of his cock when I sucked him off at the end, his huge cum load filling my mouth. I continued pounding my meat, writhing around in my bed, thinking, damn Manny, if only you were here right now, I’d let you do anything to me you wanted, just to see you naked again and to feel your body against mine just one more time. I felt my orgasm building as the scent from his underwear filled my nose and soon I couldn’t hold it any longer and my cock erupted and shot cum everywhere; my stomach, my chest, even my face and the headboard behind me. I kept stroking until I had gotten every possible drop, then ignoring the sticky mess on my body, I rolled over and fell into a deep sleep borne of drunkenness and sexual exhaustion.

I work in a bank and the following day was the usual mix of tedium due to paperwork and suppressed rage at my stupid clients who can’t manage a simple checking account. Back at home, I picked up my mail from the mailbox, tossed it on the kitchen counter, then changed clothes and headed for the gym. It was chest and shoulders day, followed by my usual forty minutes on the lifecycle. I always shower at the gym, so I can check out the men in the locker room. The clientele at my gym is mostly Latino; I’m attracted to all types of men, but Latinos can make my cock hard just by their very presence. There were a few handsome ones there, but they failed to spark my interest that night and I soon realized why. They weren’t Manny.

By the time I got home it was dark. I decided it was best to skip the whiskey tonight, grabbed a Perrier from the refrigerator and starting going through the mail. There was a postcard from Banana Republic advertising their latest sale. A request for money from the Red Cross. And a plain white envelope, with no postage or address. Inside there was a brief printed note that read as follows:

I know you said to come over anytime, but I didn’t want to be knocking on your door and you not be home. And I don’t have your phone number or email, so I’m putting mine in this note. I need to talk to you soon, please.
Manny

His information was listed at the bottom of the note. I just stood there stunned and delighted. He wants to see me again, I thought, but just to talk. What in hell could he want to talk to me about? The only way to find out was to invite him over. Today was Wednesday and I wouldn’t be off again until the weekend. I went to my office, fired up my laptop and sent him an email inviting him over on Saturday at 2:00 p.m. I would visit the gym in the morning and still have to time to get the house cleaned up for his arrival that afternoon. Even though he said he just wanted to talk, I felt my pulse start to race. Manny would be back, here in my house, just the two of us. Maybe I would sit next to him while we talked and put my arm around him and then; oh for fuck’s sake, I said to myself stop it would you? I shook my head and told myself to get a grip; you don’t know what he wants yet, so just let him come over and talk and see what happens afterward. Before I went to bed that night, I got a response to my email:

Cool. See you then.

The next two days passed at an agonizingly slow pace. All I could think about was seeing him again, even if nothing sexual happened. I would try to keep my hands off him, respect his desire for conversation and let him set the pace and tone. When Saturday finally rolled around, I did an intense workout at the gym in the morning, then came home and cleaned the house from top to bottom. I wanted to make a good impression on him. At 2:00 p.m. sharp, I heard a knock on the front door. I suddenly felt anxious and my palms started to sweat. Jesus Christ, I wondered, what’s wrong with me? One week ago, I had total sexual control over this young man and now I’m perspiring and twitching like a nervous schoolboy on his first date. I took a deep breath, opened the door and there he stood. “Hey man,” he said. “Hey Manny,” I replied and just stood there staring at him. He was wearing a plain black tank top, grey sweatpants and sandals. I could tell from his obvious dick print that he wasn’t wearing any underwear. I don’t know if that was deliberate on his part, but I couldn’t help staring. “Hey!” he barked, “you gonna keep staring at my junk or are you going to let me in?” I felt foolish and said, “Yes, of course, come on in. Living room is to the left. Make yourself comfortable. You want something to drink, water, Coke, juice?” “Naw man, I’m good,” he answered and went into the living room and sat down on the sofa. I followed and sat in the chair opposite him. He gave me a hard stare and said, “You seem nervous man. You weren’t nervous the last time we met, were you?” “Yeah,” I said, feeling my self-control return, “that’s because last time you were an intruder. Today, you’re my guest. You said you wanted to talk. So talk.”

Now he looked uncomfortable. He looked away from me, then at his hands, then the ceiling, then finally back at me while his hands fidgeted. “I want to talk about last Sunday,” he said. “Yeah, I figured as much,” I said. “What about it?” I asked. He was quiet for a minute, then suddenly said, “I ain’t gay man!” I had sort of expected something like this. I said nothing, just let him continue. “I ain’t gay,” he repeated, “but, some of what we did…I kind of, you know….,” and his voice trailed off. I knew, but I wanted him to say it. “Know what Manny?” I asked as gently as I could. “I, uh, I kind of; damn, man I don’t want to say it out loud, fuck!” he said, frustrated and yes, scared. I felt sorry for the kid, so I helped him by saying, “You kind of liked some of what we did, didn’t you?” He looked at me, then nodded, “Yeah,” he said in a low voice, “I liked some of it.” He paused and then said, “Shit, I can’t fucking believe I just said that.” 

“It's okay Manny,” I reassured him. “I think you know I’m not going to judge you badly because of this, right?” He looked up at me, then suddenly laughed and said in a more relaxed tone of voice, “No man, I definitely don’t think you’ll judge me. Not after what we did together or more like what you did to me, right?” He gave me a wise-ass grin and seemed less tense now and I was glad. I laughed also and said, “That’s better, now we can really talk, okay?” “Yeah, okay, we can talk now,” he said. “Good,” I said, “so, I know you liked it when I massaged your back.” He nodded and said, “Yeah man, that felt really good. I kind of admire guys that are strong and muscular, you know?” I didn’t know of course. “Really?” I asked. “Like me, you mean?” He hesitated a bit, then said, “Yeah, man like you.” I stood up and stripped off my t-shirt, so that all I was wearing was a pair of loose cotton shorts. I was proud of my muscular physique, but never felt the need to show it off. Until now. “What do you think kid? Not too bad for an old guy, huh?” I asked. He laughed and said, “Yeah man, not bad at all. Actually, you um, you look good,” he said with a slight nervous tremor in his voice. I watched his eyes run over every inch of me. “Yeah, you look solid man,” he said. “Feels solid too,” I said. “Come over here and feel it.”

He looked a little uncertain, but he got up and came over to me. I flexed my biceps and he ran his hands over them. “Damn man, that’s some hard muscle,” he said admiringly, “you must work out a lot.” “Six days a week,” I said. “Nice man, real nice,” he said looking me over again. “Touch my chest,” I said. He ran his hands over my chest; my pecs aren’t bulging, but defined and solid. The feel of his young hands on my body was exquisite; he was caressing, rubbing and kneading. “You got a nice touch Manny,” I said. He gave me a shy smile and said, “Thanks man,” then, “I ain’t never touched another man like this before. I kinda like it. Don’t know why, but I do.” “I like it too,” I said. He gave me a wise grin and said, “Yeah, I bet you do.” “So, while you’re feeling me up,” I said, earning a giggle from him, “tell me what else you liked from last time.”

He was running his hands over my abs now. He looked up at me and said, “Man, you’re abs are amazing.” “Um, Manny, I asked you a question,” I said. “I mean not just flat as hell,” he said, “but cut, wow.” “Manny!” I barked, a little too sharply, “Tell me what you….” “Your dick!” he barked back, interrupting me, “okay? I liked seeing your dick.” He paused and then muttered, “Damn, another thing I can’t believe I just said.” He stopped putting his hands on me, stepped back a little and took on a hangdog expression, then said, “I mean, yeah, you were right, it was the first real man’s dick I’d ever seen, not like the guys in the high school locker room. I mean some of them were kinda hung, but they were still boys you know, it’s just not the same as, you know, a man.” He paused again, then said, “And you are definitely hung.” “Oh please,” I said, “mine’s no bigger than yours.” He laughed, “Yeah, whatever man.” “I’m serious,” I said, “come on, take yours out and we’ll compare them.” I dropped my shorts and stood there naked and semi-hard. “Come on Manny, show a little courage,” I taunted him. He gave me a somewhat defiant look and said, “Alright then,” and lowered his sweatpants just enough to pull his cock out.

Seeing that gorgeous brown cock again filled me with lust. “Good,” I said, “now come over here, close to me and put your cock next to mine.” He shuffled over to me until we were face to face, chest to chest and cock to cock. I held his in my left hand and my own in my right and put them next to each other. “There you see,” I said, “practically identical.” “Yeah,” he said, “except yours is pale as hell,” and he looked up at me with that seductive grin of his. I smiled back at him and started rubbing our cocks together. I felt his starting to get hard along with my own. “How’s that feel?” I asked. He let out a little moan of pleasure and said, “Good man, it feels real good.” I gave him a kiss on the forehead and he looked me straight in the eyes and his face enraptured me as it did before and I couldn’t wait any longer and I kissed him on the lips.

He reacted at once, his tongue invading my mouth, seeking out my tongue and massaging it with the same passion he showed last time, only this time it wasn’t defiance or surrender, it was desire and yes, lust. I kissed him back with equal intensity while still rubbing our cocks together, then broke the kiss to catch my breath. He was breathing heavily now; he looked me in the eyes yet again and said in a low moan, “Oh fuck man, I’m so damned horny right now; I can’t believe this is happening again; why are you doing this to me man?” “Because I haven’t stopped thinking about you since you left that day,” I said, staring right back into those beautiful dark eyes. I brought my hands up to caress his face. “Because you’re the sexiest man I’ve ever met. Because I want you naked in my bed again. Only this time, you get to say no if you don’t want to do something. This time I’m not threatening you with anything. This time it’s just two men who want to make each other feel good.” I kissed his lips again, then said, “Sound good to you?” My hands caressed his neck now and I could feel his pulse racing and he said nothing just closed his eyes and nodded his head vigorously. “Good,” I said, “now look at me Manny.” He opened his eyes. “I want to suck your cock,” I said. His eyes widened. “Really?” he whispered. “Yeah, really,” I said. “Please Manny, I want your cock in my mouth so fucking bad” I pleaded, “Can I Manny?” “Take it man,” he said, still in a whisper.

My arousal was becoming an obsession. I dropped to my knees immediately. He was still fully clothed. I pulled his sandals off and tossed them aside, then pulled his sweatpants off completely; now he was naked except for his tank top. I took his thick, eight inch cock in my hand again, just stroking it, mesmerized by its beauty and the lush scent radiating from his groin and I looked up to see his reaction; he stared down at me with a growing awareness that he was in control here, not like before. He saw that my lust would drive me to do anything for him and that realization caused a small smile to appear on his face. “Yeah man, it’s all yours,” he said, “suck it all you want.” Still looking in his face, I whispered, “Thank you,” and I took all of it into my mouth and started sucking like I was starving.

His cock tasted incredible, the sweat and funk like nectar on my tongue; his scent was stronger today, his pubic hair was damp with perspiration and the smell of him drove me wild, almost insane. My cock was a solid throbbing beast and I reached down to stroke it while my lips and tongue caressed and enveloped his cock, sliding all the way down it so the head hit the back of my throat and my nose was deep into his pubes and then back up to tease the head with the tip of my tongue, before plunging my mouth down upon it again, loving that I had this beautiful young man’s tool in my possession once more. “Do my balls man,” he said and I slobbered spit on his cock so I could keep stroking it while I dove under it to lick and suck his nuts. I ran my tongue all over his ball sack for a few minutes; it was just as sweaty and smelly as the rest of his junk and I fucking loved it. I took his right nut into my mouth and sucked on it for a bit, then released it and took the left one as well and heard him moan, “Fuck yeah man, suck those balls, yeah that’s right, you’re doing great man, now get back on that dick,” and I obeyed and shoved his cock back down my throat again.

I didn’t want him to cum in my mouth. I wanted his load somewhere else. I took my mouth off his cock, looked back up at him and said, “I want something else Manny.” He reached his hand down to gently stroke the side of my face and he asked in an almost tender voice, “Yeah baby? What you want? Tell me,” and the confident look on his face told me he knew what I wanted, so I just said it, “I want you to fuck me Manny; I want that cock in my ass; please Manny, fuck me.” He finally stripped off his tank top, threw it in my face and said, “Get up,” and then he headed for the bedroom. I got up, letting his tank top fall to the floor and followed him. When I got there he already had the lube from my nightstand on the bed and he was standing there, his lean, wiry body gloriously naked and on display, his cock rock hard and jutting out proudly. He grabbed his tool and shook it at me, “You want this up your ass, huh?” he asked. “Yes Manny, please fuck me, fuck me hard,” I begged, “I want it more than anything.” He cocked his head and gave me an evil grin, “You’re begging aren’t you?” he asked and I moved closer to him and took his cock in my hand and said, “Yes Manny, I’m begging because I want you so badly.” “Bitches beg,” he said, “ain’t that what you told me last time?” “Yeah, and I’ll be your bitch, Manny; I’ll do anything, just give me that cock in my ass,” and he suddenly embraced me and kissed me, deep and passionately and then whispered into my ear, “No man, no bitches here, just two men, making each other feel good, like you said. Get up on the bed man, hands and knees.” He looked directly into my eyes and said with a smile, “Like I was last time.”

I practically jumped on the bed and got into position, my ass up in the air, ready for his cock. He got behind me and I felt his hands on my ass cheeks. “Damn,” he said, “you got a well-muscled butt also.” “It’s all yours Manny,” I said, “tear it up, use it, fuck it hard.” I heard him pop open the bottle of lube, heard it squirt as he poured some on his fingers, then felt him jam what had to be at least three fingers up my fuck hole. I winced slightly; I hadn’t had anything or anyone up my ass in over a year. He didn’t notice my discomfort; he was working my hole with his lubed up fingers, getting me ready. I heard him slicking up his cock with lube and then he asked, “How much lube should I put on me man?” I couldn’t help but chuckle a little at his inexperience, but knowing how tight my ass was, I said, “A lot Manny, get it real slick.” “Okay man,” he said, then he asked, “you ready man?” “Fuck yeah, I’m ready kid, take it,” I said.

I felt the head of his cock pressing against my hole and I braced myself for the pain I knew I would feel when he entered me, the pain I wanted and welcomed. I felt him push harder, “Damn, you’re tight man,” he said and then he shoved even harder and his cock head finally penetrated me, and I gasped in pain, “Awww, fuck that hurts!!!” and he was apologetic, “Man, I’m sorry,” and I said, “Shove it in Manny, I want you to fucking hurt me, tear my ass up kid,” and I heard him take a deep breath and he slammed all eight inches into me at once and started fucking. “Yeah, that’s it Manny, fuck me, fuck that ass hard, oh god it hurts, don’t fucking stop” and I felt him hitting my prostate and it was pleasure and pain both and I moaned, “Oh fuck yeah Manny, you’re hitting it just right, yeah, you like that ass baby?” and he sighed blissfully and said, “Fuck yeah man, it feels damn good, your asshole feels so fucking good on my dick, so smooth, so tight,” and he kept fucking me from behind with a steady, powerful thrusting. It felt so right and good to be on my hands and knees, submitting my ass to this sexy young stud, to let him stretch my hole, to use me for his pleasure, to have him hurt me, please me, fuck me.

“Damn,” he said, “I can’t believe I’m fucking another man, I ain’t never had a fuck this good before, my dick is so fucking hard and your ass is so fucking sweet man, fuck yeah, I’m gonna be hittin’ this again, for sure,” and I thought, god I sure hope so and I said, “It’s yours baby, anytime you want, damn Manny that fucking huge dick feels so good, yeah fucking pound me, hard as you can,” and his cock pumped my ass like a machine piston, steady, hard and relentless, making me feel every inch; suddenly he pulled out and was slapping my ass cheeks with his cock and I begged him, “Please Manny, put that big cock back inside me,” and he ordered me, “Get on your fucking back, now,” and I obeyed immediately, “and spread your legs for me,” and I grabbed the back of my thighs and pulled my legs open as wide as I could for him, opening myself up to him like a common whore and he got his cock in position and slammed it back inside me, making me cry out, “Owww fuck Manny, god damn that hurts,” and he was fucking me missionary style now and he looked in my eyes and said, “That’s what you want, ain’t it man?” and I was so glad to have his cock back in my ass and I said, “Yeah baby, tear it up like you own it,” and he was fucking me like a savage animal, ramming it in as hard as he could, his pace quickening, his balls slapping my ass, his gaze never leaving mine and I was in such ecstasy that I felt light headed; I reached down and started stroking my cock while he fucked me, he kept hitting my prostate something fierce and my cock was as hard as his felt in my ass and I stroked it like mad to relieve the tension; I wanted him to fuck me forever, but his pounding got faster and faster and his face tensed up and he was breathing much heavier now and I knew he was close, so I said, “Yeah Manny give it to me, shoot that fucking load in my ass,” and he started to moan, “Oh shit man, I’m cumming, oh fuck I’m ‘bout to bust a nut in your ass, yeah here it comes man, here it fucking comes, oh fuck!!!” and I felt the pulsing of his cock as he pumped his seed into me, his cum was hot and thick and I felt it coating the inside of my fuck hole and the pleasure was so intense that I came also, shooting my own load on my stomach and chest, and he kept thrusting in me, filling me with more of his spunk, until there was so much my ass couldn’t hold it all and I felt it drip out of my hole and wet the bedsheets.

He kept fucking me until he had no cum left and his cock finally went limp and slipped out of my hole and he collapsed on top of me exhausted. “God damn,” he said in my ear, still breathing heavily, “that was amazing. Oh fuck that was the most incredible sex I’ve ever had.” For a split second I wondered exactly how much he had had up to this point but then he raised himself up on his elbow so he could look me in the face and in an astonished tone he said, “I can’t believe I just fucked you. I can’t believe I just fucked a man,” and I raised my head up and kissed him quickly on the lips and said, “Yes, you certainly did and very well I might add. My ass will be sore for days,” and he laughed and said, “Yeah, I know how you feel,” and then we both laughed and he smiled at me and then kissed my lips. He looked down at my messy cum load that was now on his belly as well and said, “That must be yours.” “Yes sir,” I replied. “Maybe we should hop in the shower?” he asked. “Maybe we should,” I said.

We got in the shower, turned the water on as hot as we could stand it and then embraced under the spray. I held him out from me a little just so I could look at him and think about how he had come into my life and how quickly I was starting to feel affection for him as well as sexual attraction. We started soaping each other up when all of a sudden the thought came to me that I didn’t know his age. “Manny, how old are you?” I asked. He looked at me with that roguish grin of his, water dripping down his face and said, “Shouldn’t you have asked me that before we started fucking?” “Well, yeah, I should have, but seriously kid, how old are you?” I asked. “I’m twenty-one,” he replied, then smiled and said, “Which means you should probably stop calling me kid.” I laughed and said, “I will, if you stop calling me old man.” “What should I call you then,” he asked. “I don’t even know your name.” I felt like a complete jackass for not having told him. “Eric,” I said, “my name is Eric.” He shook my hand with exaggerated formality and said, “Nice to finally meet you Eric.” I laughed foolishly and then hugged him again.

We dried off, retrieved our scattered clothes and got dressed. While watching him dress, I said, “I really like you Manny. I wish you didn’t have to leave.” “Who says I need to leave?” he said. “Besides, aren’t you forgetting something? Something you promised me if I came back to visit?” he asked with a cocky grin. I looked back at him in confusion. “I don’t know. What did I forget?” I asked. “Tequila,” he said with a smug look on his face. I laughed and got the bottle and two glasses. I poured a generous amount for us both and we sat together on the sofa and talked for a while. I told him what I did for a living, that I was from Florida, but had been living in Dallas for over twenty years, that I missed my home state, but had done well here and was happy. He told me that he mostly worked for his father, but that he loved to draw and had even sold some of his drawings, though not for very much money he admitted. “What gym do you use?” he asked suddenly. “L.A. Fitness, over on Forest Lane near the Cinemark,” I replied, “Why do you ask?” “Cause I need to find a new one,” he said. “I’m with 24 Hour Fitness, but they’re too far away and it’s dirty and half the machines are broken.” “L.A. Fitness is just five minutes away,” I said, “and it’s clean and well maintained. Plus they have special sign up rates all the time. You should check them out.” “Yeah man, I will,” he said. He looked thoughtful for a moment, then asked, “If I join your gym?” he paused, then added, “You want to be workout buddies?”

To Be Continued….