Jose’s Jealousy
Envy is something that is hard to contain. If not kept in check, it could poison the mind and soul. Combined with sexual frustration, it could even lead to bad decisions.
The next day, Matthew was still in bed when Jose dropped by.
"Jose, thanks for taking care of me last night."
Standing quietly by the door, Jose just stood there and stared at the kid for some time. Then he started taking off his clothes, leaving only his boxers on.
“What … are you doing?”
Though his Latin friend was soft, Matthew could discern the menacing size underneath.
Jose climbed on the bed and covered his employer’s mouth with his. When Matthew resisted, he ignored it. Jose knew what he wanted from the kid and he wasn't going to take no for an answer. Not this time. Not after Matthew had sucked his professor a second time. Jose wanted a piece of the kid too. Had he known that Matthew was possibly bisexual, he would have pursued him a long time ago. Jose believed that Matthew was his.
"Jose … please don't!"
By all standards, Jose was the typical Latin heartthrob. Tall, dark, and handsome, he was popular with all the women in town, who raved about his natural endowments. In addition, he was also popular with the boys, but that was something that not many people knew, including Matthew.
At 25, Jose was only seven years older than Matthew, but his body was much more muscular and developed in all the right places. This came from years of hard work on multiple farms.
Jose was able to momentarily distract Matthew with his lips, kissing his employer to his heart’s content. Ignoring the kid’s cries, he moved further down, sucking each nipple on the way to his ultimate target. With one swift move, Jose pulled Matthew’s shorts off. Then he swallowed the teenager’s throbbing manhood.
"Jose, I can't …."
But it was too late. Matthew was hard as a rock. Since he returned to Georgia, he had eaten Sara, fucked Madeline, and blown Professor Hubbard twice, but had not cum yet. Hence, as Jose pleasured him, Matthew couldn't think straight. His body just wanted relief.
Matthew told himself that he didn’t want this. He wasn't terrified, but he didn't feel right either. Jose was his childhood friend, who he looked up to and wanted to be like. Why was Jose blowing him?
When he came up for another kiss, Jose stopped and stared at the kid, who was looking back at him. Then he gave Matthew a taste of his own cock.
Matthew resisted, but couldn’t help returning the kiss either. Making out with Jose felt natural, until he realized how wrong it was and pushed his Latin friend away.
Jose continued to blow the kid like it was the only thing that he ever wanted to do. Matthew tasted amazing and Jose’s desire for him only magnified the experience.
Every time Jose took a break from blowing him, Matthew felt Jose rim him. That drove the kid crazy, as the stimulation was non-stop and involved all of his orifices, mouth, ass, and cock.
Finally, when the kid couldn’t hold it any more, Jose allowed him to climax, all of which he drank, like nectar to a bee.
Not since Gordon had sucked him dry had Matthew felt so thoroughly drained. But Jose was his friend. How could he let this happen?
Jose crawled up to lie beside Matthew, his massive cock pressed against the kid's leg. After catching his breath, he pulled the teenager’s mouth to his and started making out with him again.
Eventually, Jose sat up to grab a condom from the nearby drawer. Then he pulled his boxers off, releasing his throbbing manhood.
"Jose, I can't ...."
Matthew couldn't finish his sentence, as Jose covered the kid’s mouth with his mouth again.
“I’ll be gentle ….”
Jose maneuvered his cock in place. Using his free hand, he guided the tip to Matthew’s rosebud and let it linger there, pressing lightly against the entrance. Meanwhile, Jose continued to make out with the kid.
"I can't, Jose, I can't ..." cried Matthew, as he was engulfed by more kisses, by more Jose.
And then it was over. Jose had entered Matthew in a way that was simple and straightforward. The head of his cock got past the kid's sphincter. Instead of pushing it all the way in, Jose starting fucking Matthew with just the tip.
Meanwhile, Jose continued to make out with Matthew, all the while letting the kid get used to his enormous size. Eventually, he progressively slipped his large cock to the hilt.
For Matthew, time stood still for the next thirty minutes. Everything around him was in motion, except him. It was almost as if his body was frozen in time. The strong, rhythmic thrusts from Jose were relentless and unending. At times they were done with great care, at times they were hard and painful, at times they were more intense than anything that he had ever experienced before.
“Fuck, Matt. This feels so good.”
Jose knew what he was doing. He targeted the right spot each time, stimulating the kid from the inside. Matthew's prostate received plenty of attention. In fact, too much.
Matthew was fucked senseless by his Latin friend, who brought him to the brink of no return several times. To his shock, when he could no longer hold it back, Matthew came without touching himself, shooting his second load on his own stomach. It was his first auto-cum.
And when it was Jose’s turn, he pulled out and shot on the kid's body, coating Matthew’s chest and neck. Afterwards, Jose leaned forward to lick the kid’s body clean, eating Matthew’s cum as well as his own.
"Get out."
Jose saw that the kid’s face was wet with tears.
"Matt, I'm sorry …."
Matthew turned away and buried his face into the pillow. Jose was supposed to be his friend, yet he didn’t behave like one.
Jose had crossed the line and he knew it. Matthew was like a kid brother to him, someone who looked up to him and respected him, someone who wanted to be like him. He had taken advantage of Matthew in the worst way. Like Gordon had done before, Jose had wronged the kid and he couldn't take it back.
The next day, Matthew was not around when Jose came back to apologize. He had left early in the morning without telling anyone. One day passed, then another, and another, and Matthew was still nowhere to be found.
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