Straight Tequila

Author’s Note – There are elements of non-consent in this story. If that type of element offends you, or is problematic, please do not read.

As I opened the door, a sense of excitement went through me.

"Carlos! You finally made it!"

I pushed open the screen door, and grabbed his hand. Grinning with that sexy smile he always wore, Carlos grabbed my hand and, in typical fashion, pulled me forward for a quick hug.

"Of course I made it, pendejo! What, you think I don't know how to find your house anymore?"

Laughing, I stepped aside to let him in the house. "I don't know, you fucking wetback. It's been a while since you were here."

Carlos laughed and walked inside. As he passed, my eyes raked slowly over him, admiring the hot ass that his jeans showcased so well.

At 26, Carlos was one of the most handsome men I had ever seen. He was Hispanic, with the typical golden Latin skin, black hair and brown eyes. He was only 5'5", which was a source of embarrassment for him, but his body was anything but embarrassing.

When he was a teenager, his father had him work hard physical labor by building houses with him and his muscular body was toned from natural work. As Carlos got older, he started working out several times a week at a gym, developing a hard, muscular and extremely defined physique. Even when he wore extra-large shirts, you could still see the muscles in his chest and arms where they stretched the fabric. His leg muscles were so big that he had to wear pants that were 2 inches too big in the waist for him, just so they would fit his thighs.

Even in the larger size pants, you couldn't miss Carlos's tight muscle ass. His body was a work of art and you can be sure that Carlos knew it. But even with his hellaciously fine physique, Carlos was very humble about it. He had worked hard to turn it into something special, but unlike many guys, he didn't think he was god's gift to the world.

Carlos and I had known each other for over ten years and were very close. We'd always been there for each other when life got tough. He knew I was gay, I knew he was straight, but we loved each other like brothers. Although I have to admit, his sexy muscular body was a turn on for me.

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 I'd first met Carlos when he was 15 years old, working at one of the local grocery stores. It was early December and, believe it or not, I was ringing the bell for a Salvation Army kettle that was at the store.

Carlos was a sacker and kept going in and out of the front door as he helped people with their groceries. Even back then, he was a sassy little spitfire, flashing that gorgeous smile and talking shit to me as his humpy little body walked by.

"Hey, you gonna wear your arm out ringing the bell like that!"

"I didn't know you gringos had the strength to lift a big, heavy bell."

He was so cute and sexy as he grinned and talked his trash, I couldn't get mad at him. All I did was laugh along with him after he popped off a good one.

On one trip back inside the store, he asked me my name, and I told him. Biiiiig mistake.

When he came back out, he said, "Hey Ian, you making any money?"

When I just smiled at him, he said, "Maybe if you bolillo's were as good looking as me, you'd make some." He laughed and walked on.

I found out later that "bolillo" was a Spanish slang expression for white guys. But all I did after that comment was laugh along with him. And watch his sexy, little ass bounce as he walked.

I was there at the kettle several times over the next 2 weeks and when Carlos was on duty, we’d keep up the same smartass banter.

 “Hey Carlos . . . did you lose your high top shoes or are you just a short Mexican?”

“I might be short, Ian, but I’m ‘big’ elsewhere. Know what I mean?”

“Yeah, I know what you mean. But if you’d go on a diet, you’d lose that gut!”

And on and on like that, every time we saw each other. Even though we both talked a lot of shit, it was always a joy to be around him. His smile brightened up my day and his laugh was infectious. And, of course, watching his muscled chest push out his shirt, or his biceps bulge when he pushed a cart was very nice indeed.

On my next to last day of working the kettle, I saw Carlos come out of the store. He didn’t have his usual smile and just nodded to me as he passed by. When I saw him returning a few minutes later, he looked even more dejected and I called out to him.

“Hey Carlos . . . you okay, man?”

Carlos looked directly at me with a blank stare. “Yeah.”

He started to walk past me and I reached out and grabbed his upper arm. Fuck, it felt nice. He wasn’t even flexing and I was barely holding half of his bicep.

“Carlos, what’s wrong? And don’t tell me nothing.”

Carlos stopped and looked at me. I’d never seen him without a smile before and he looked like he was about to cry. For a second, I thought he was going to just walk on by without saying anything. Finally, he looked down and muttered something that I couldn’t hear.

“What did you say?”

He looked back up at me and I could see his eyes tear up and his lip quiver slightly. Slowly, he spoke again.

“My father died last night.”

“Oh my god! Are you all right?” It was a stupid thing to say, but I was shocked.

Tears started streaming down his face and with an angry look in his eyes, he said, “Do I LOOK like I’m alright, dumb fuck?”

“Ah hell, Carlos . . . I’m so sorry. It just took me by surprise.”

He nodded and looked down again. Trying to comfort him, I said, “Is there anything I can do for you?”

Carlos wiped the tears off his cheeks and was quiet. After a few seconds, he looked back up at me and said, “Can you take me out to eat? I'm sort of hungry and there isn’t anyone at home.”

“Sure, no problem, Carlos." I paused. "When you want to go?”

“Let’s go now. My shift is almost over and I need to get the hell out of here.”

“Sure. Just come back out here when you’re ready.”

Carlos nodded and walked slowly back into the store. Ten minutes later, he came back out and said, “You ready?” I gave a weak smile and we headed towards my car.

As we ate dinner at my favorite restaurant, Carlos shared what happened. His father, who was divorced from his mother and lived in another city, was helping a friend move when he suddenly collapsed. A heart attack probably, but no one was sure yet. What he was sure of though was that his father was definitely gone.

It was interesting listening to Carlos because many people are usually quiet when they experience the death of someone they love. But Carlos was actually more open than I’d ever seen him, sharing stories from his childhood. Some of them were really painful, as his father was an alcoholic and would get abusive towards him when he was drunk. The more Carlos talked, the more I was touched by how good and loving he really was.

You would never have guessed that about him, listening to his smart ass bantering. But obviously his demeanor hid a heart that had been hurt many times by a father he loved.

During one particularly heart wrenching story, I reached out and put my hand over his hand, wanting to let him know I cared. He didn’t seem to mind because he kept right on talking. After a few more minutes, he stopped suddenly and, for the first time that day, smiled weakly at me.

“You like holding my hand, Ian?”

I was startled and immediately pulled my hand back.

“I’m sorry, Carlos. I just . . . just . . . care about you, man.”

Carlos smiled a little broader and said, “Ian, don’t worry, mano. I was just kidding. I don’t mind.” He paused a second, and then said, “After all . . . it’s nice having someone care about you.”

I didn’t say anything for a moment, and he asked, “Don’t you think so?”

I looked at Carlos straight in the eyes. “Yes, I think so. But not everyone thinks like that, Carlos.”

A strange look came into Carlos's eyes. "Fuck everybody else. There ain't nothing wrong with caring, Ian."

I kept looking at Carlos and slowly put my hand back over his. "I agree, man. There's nothing wrong with caring for someone else."

We finished dinner and left the restaurant. I drove Carlos home and let him out in front of his house. It was dark and I was concerned about him being along.

"You sure you'll be okay? I don't want you being alone."

Carlos looked at me and his sexy smile slowly crept up his face. "I'll be alright, mano. Thanks for dinner."

He started to turn towards the house, when I asked, "Carlos . . . what does 'mano' mean? You've called me that twice tonight."

Turning back, Carlos looked at me and hesitated. Another smile appeared but this time it was different. It wasn't a teasing smile . . . or a sexy smile . . . or even a smartass smile. It was the smile of someone who was in pain . . . but willing to open up and let you see that they WOULD overcome it.

"It's short for 'hermano'. It means brother."

I was touched but couldn't say anything. I'm sure I had a goofy look on my face, but Carlos just smiled a little broader and said, "I mean it, Ian. You're a good man. Thanks for being there for me."

With that, he shut the door and started walking towards his house. As I watched his sexy ass walk up the sidewalk, I started grinning, and thought, "Any time, mano. Any time."

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I followed Carlos into the living room, eyeing his hot muscle body. Yes, he was like a brother to me, but it didn't hurt that my brother was sexy as fuck. When my gay friends would meet him, they practically drooled all over him and flirted with him shamelessly. But that was all they would get to do. Because Carlos was as straight as they come.

As he sat down on the couch, I headed for the kitchen and asked, "You want something to drink?"

"Hell yeah! Give me a shot of tequila if you have some."

I stopped dead in my tracks, turned around, and raised my eyebrows.

"You sure you want that, Carlos? You know, you and tequila don't always hit if off well."

Which was a fucking understatement. Tequila was his Achilles heel. You never knew what Carlos was going to be like after drinking some. And if he drank too much, he would get so wasted that he didn't know what the hell was going on around him and would eventually pass out. When he woke up, he would rarely remember what happened. When Carlos was drunk on tequila, anything could happen. And that could be dangerous someday.

Carlos laughed and said, "Don't worry, Ian. I'll be fine. I just need a shot tonight. Actually, several shots. I WANT to get fucked up!"

I started back for the kitchen and didn't say anything. Something serious must have happened to start him drinking like this. I mean, Carlos liked to drink and party with his friends, and he could get drunk. But he never set out to purposely get drunk. Knowing him as well as I did though, I knew he'd tell me when he was ready.

I handed Carlos his shot glass and sat down with my beer in the recliner next to the couch. As I sat down, I couldn't help stealing a quick glance at his spread legs and bulging crotch.

Smiling, I asked, "So . . . to what do I owe the honor of your presence after such a long time?"

Carlos snorted. "Oh please, maricon! It hasn't been that long."

I gave him a sarcastic look. "Oh noooooooo. Not long at all. Let's see . . . it's only been . . . four months."

Carlos looked surprised and said, "Bullshit! It hasn't been that long." He paused a minute. "Has it?"

"You were here for my New Year's Eve party. And today is May 18. Think you can do the math?"

Looking a little more humble, Carlos stuttered, "Damn, Ian. I'm sorry. I didn't think it had been that long."

Smiling sweetly because Carlos gave up so easily, I said, "That's okay, fuck face. I know you have responsibilities at home." I leaned back and sipped my beer.

Carlos was quiet and didn't say anything. He was staring at his glass and acted as though he didn't hear me. I sat up in the recliner and said, "Dude, did you hear me? I said don't sweat it. I know you're busy with Rosa and the boys."

Carlos still didn't say anything and I thought it was a bit weird. Quiet was not his usual style and I was getting a little uncomfortable. I set my beer down, leaned towards him and waited. He sat there frozen. Finally, I reached out and put my hand on his leg.

"Carlos . . . what's wrong?"

Slowly, Carlos put his shot glass down and hung his head. After what seemed like hours, Carlos looked at me, pain in his eyes, and said, "Rosa kicked me out."

I was stunned. I knew Carlos and Rosa had divorced two months ago. But I also knew they were trying to get back together and Carlos was still living in the house. They had 3 sons and the youngest was my godson. Rosa was a beautiful, sweet girl and doing something like that was totally out of character for her. I knew Carlos loved his boys dearly and the divorce had been hard on him.

When I found my voice, I said, "She kicked you out? Why? I thought you two were trying to work things out?"

Carlos took a deep breath and said, "We were. But she said she was tired of me coming home wasted and didn't want the boys seeing their daddy like that."

"What does she mean coming home wasted? What have you been doing?"

Carlos looked away and didn't say anything.

"Carlos . . . what have you been doing?"

Finally, Carlos looked back at me and said, "Nothing! Just going out from time to time and having fun."

I didn't say anything and kept looking at him. Carlos started getting irritated because he knew I could tell when he was lying.

"Okay! I was going out and . . . well . . . Beto, the boys, and I would get to drinking and . . . sometimes we'd have . . . too much."

I gave him a mocking look and said, "Oh, just . . . sometimes?"

Carlos rolled his eyes and turned his head away, but didn't say anything.

"Carlos, I know Rosa. Very well. She wouldn't have kicked you out just because you got drunk 'sometimes'. So don't bullshit me, mano."

Carlos stood up, tossed the tequila down his throat, and turned away from me. As I waited for him to say something, I looked down and found myself looking at his ass. I knew I shouldn't be checking him out right now, but it was damn hard not to stare. His sexy ass filled the back of his jeans and jutted out nicely, the curve starting out at the bottom of his lower back and ending at the top of his thick legs. There was no doubt that his tight, solid ass would be a great fuck for anyone that managed to get their cock between those mounds of muscle.

Slowly, Carlos turned back towards me and my eyes darted back to his face. He took a deep breath and said, "Okay, Ian. Yeah, you're right. I've been getting drunk practically every night."

He sat back down on the couch and said, "But goddammit, it's hard trying to deal with her shit! We talk and talk and she says one thing, then something else that is different from what she just said, and on and on! I get confused. After a while, I just say 'fuck it' and shut down. She can be such a bitch at times!"

I moved closer to Carlos and said, "I know, mano. I know you're hurt." I paused and then said, "Have you thought about going to see a counselor?"

Carlos threw his hands up. "We've made appointments to see one. I said I'd be willing to go. But she's cancelled the last two appointments." Angrily, he shouted, "How am we supposed to work through it when she makes it so hard?"

I sat back in the recliner. "Well, why don't you go to the counselor by yourself if she can't go?"

Carlos rolled his eyes again and said, "Fucking hell, Ian . . . what good will that do? We BOTH need to be there!" He picked up his shot glass, held it up to me, and said, "Hit me again, mano."

In spite of my misgivings, I got the bottle and poured him another. We talked some more and during that time, Carlos had several more shots. I could hear the slurring sound in his voice, telling me he was getting drunk. I decided it was time to wind it down, when I had a sudden thought.

"Carlos, where were you planning on staying tonight?"

Carlos looked over at me slowly and I knew he was in no condition to drive.

"Look mano, you just stay here with me. For as long as you want. That would be one less thing you have to hassle with."

Carlos looked at me. "Thanks, Ian." He paused and hiccupped. Finally, he said, "My stuffs . . . in the truck. Can ya . . . uhhh . . . get it?"

"Sure, man. C'mon, let's get you in your room."

Carlos struggled to stand up. I pulled him up, placed my arm around his back and under his armpit and grabbed on to his chest. His back and side muscles were so large, it was difficult for me to get a hold of him. I walked him over to one of my guest bedrooms and he sat down on the bed.

"I'll be right back. I'm going to get your shit."

I got Carlos's bag out of his truck and walked back in to his bedroom. As I walked in, I said, "Here mano . . . what are you going to need for . . ." and stopped.

Carlos had fallen back on the bed. I smiled and gave a small laugh. I figured the best thing he could do would be to just sleep it off. I got a blanket out of the closet, opened it up, and started to cover him. As I looked at my passed out friend, my eyes glanced at his crotch.

The swelling I'd seen earlier was still there. I looked at Carlos's face and could hear him snoring lightly. Hesitantly, I reached out and put my hand on his jeans covered cock. I knew it was wrong but hell . . . Carlos would never know. And I knew I'd never get another chance like this anytime soon.

I squeezed his cock firmly for a few seconds and a tingling feeling coursed through me. I keep squeezing the bulge for a few moments more when suddenly, Carlos moved. My hand flew off his cock and I stepped back. But I needn't have worried. Carlos didn't wake up and was just moving in his sleep. Hurriedly, I put the cover over him, walked over to turn out the light, and then walked out and closed the door.

Out in the hall, I leaned weakly against the door. What an idiot I'd been! I loved Carlos too much as a friend to risk losing his friendship over my hormones going into overdrive. I vowed then and there to control myself so that Carlos would have a safe haven until he worked out his problems with Rosa.

But, like many vows that people take, it's easier to make than to keep.

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After Carlos's first night, things settled down to a routine around the house. We'd both get up, him at 5 AM and me at 6 AM, get ready, and go to our jobs. Carlos worked in a petrochemical plant and I worked in a real estate office. We'd usually talk to each other once or twice a day, but I didn't bring up Rosa and the kids unless he did. Some days he would tell me what was going on and other days, he'd say nothing. Carlos seemed like his old self. But you could tell that being away from his boys, and dealing with his problems with Rosa, weighed him down.

Carlos normally got home before me. When I got home, I'd usually cook dinner or we'd send out for delivery. Sometimes, we'd go out and eat at a restaurant or fast food place. Then we'd kick back in the living room and watch TV. Sometimes it was sports, other times it was a movie, or something else.

It was nice having Carlos around the house because we got along so well. I must admit though, that there was one thing that made it difficult for me at times. Carlos was used to walking around in his home with very little on. And he continued to do that at my place.

One night during his second week, I called him to dinner. Carlos came out of his bedroom and walked to the table. I turned around from the counter and almost dropped the food. He was wearing nothing but some Calvin Klein boxer briefs and a wife beater shirt.

Carlos's muscular pecs stretched the front of the shirt and I could see his nipples protruding through the material. His chest pushed out so far, the rest of the shirt beneath it just hung there.

When I set the food down on the table, Carlos walked over to the refrigerator, and leaned in to get a Coke. My eyes followed his ass and I could feel my heart racing.

His briefs struggled to contain what was one of the most beautiful asses I'd ever seen. It was a classic bubble butt. Two complete, hard ovals of muscle. The muscle was so full that the material wedged up into his ass crack, outlining both of his ass cheeks. I could have dropped down on my knees right there, ripped open his briefs, and shoved my tongue up his ass.

Carlos got his Coke and I quickly sat down at the table. I didn't want him to see the fucking boner that perfect muscle ass had given me. He sat down and started shoveling food in his mouth. Before I could talk, I had to swallow several times, my throat was so dry.

"So mano, you want to watch the basketball game with me tonight?"

"Nah. Beto’s picking me up and we’re going out with the guys. I wanna dance with some fine ass ladies tonight.”

Beto was one of his best friends from work. I had met him a couple of times. For some reason, something about Beto didn't sit right with me. He was always talking about his girlfriend and pussy. But something made me feel there was more to Beto than what I saw. I mean, he was a nice enough guy. But when he and Carlos were together, many times Carlos would end up very drunk.

I had talked to Beto once about watching that Carlos didn't drink too much, since he had gotten put out his house for it and that he and his ex-wife were trying to work it out. But Beto just laughed and said, "He's a big boy, Ian. He can take care of himself." It was almost if he went out of his way to get Carlos drunk.

I laughed. “Oh, you think some fine ass lady is gonna WANT to dance with you? I highly doubt it!”

Carlos grinned and said, “Fuck you, pendejo! I’ve never had any trouble getting the women to dance with me. I’m a helluva dancer.”

He was right there. I’d seen him dance before and he knew how to move his hot body on the floor.

I shrugged. “Yeah, okay. You are. But try not to get too messed up.”

Carlos just laughed. That gleam I knew so well came back in his eye.

"What, you don't think I can handle my liquor?"

I shrugged.

"Whatever, dude. I'm not your parent. You can do what you want."

Carlos laughed again and reached out and slapped my arm.

"No, you're not my father. But you are my brother. And I know you care. So, I’ll be a good boy."

He paused a moment and then said, “Why don’t you come out with us? You’d have fun.”

I looked doubtful.

“Nah, I don’t think so. I’ve been out with your friends before. They get a little wild at times.”

 “So? You could use a little excitement in your life, mano. You’re starting to act like an old man.”

“Yeah, whatever, Mister Mature! If I act too old at times, then you act waaaaay too young.”

Carlos laughed and kept eating. I mulled it over a few minutes and then thought ‘fuck it’. It might not be such a bad idea to go with him after all. I mean, when Carlos went dancing, he looked like a sex machine. Of course, he wore more when he was dancing than what he was wearing right now. But at least I could enjoy watching his hot muscle body gyrating and flexing as he danced.

“You know, mano, I think I will. I haven’t been out in a while. So, if you and your friends don’t mind, then I might tag along.”

Carlos smiled and said, “Cool, mano! They won’t care. They’re usually so busy drinking, they couldn’t care less who’s around. So, get your dancing clothes on and let’s do it!”

After we finished eating, we both got ready. Being around Carlos at a club was somewhat intimidating because he looked so good. But I finally decided to quit worrying about it and just wore something casual. After all, I wasn’t picking up anybody. At least, I wasn’t planning on it.

I went out to the living room and waited on Carlos. After 15 minutes, I shouted, “Mano, what the hell’s taking you so long? You jerking off in there?”

I heard something from Carlos’s room and laughed. After another minute, he came walking into the living room.

Fuck.

When I said he looked like a sex machine, I wasn’t kidding. Carlos was wearing some old jeans that were ripped in just the right place, and a white sleeveless T-shirt. The color matched perfectly with his body and emphasized how truly built he was.

His huge chest more than filled the shirt and you could clearly see his nipples through it. And his arms. My god, they were massive! Add to that his ever present cock bulge, full, muscular ass, and that gorgeous smile. Fuck, he was just dripping with sexual heat. I was certainly going to have a great time watching him tonight.

Carlos grinned his sexiest grin. “I don’t need to jerk off, mano. I’ll have one of my women do that later!”

I laughed and heard Beto’s car pull up outside.

“Whatever, you slut! Just try not to get too wasted, will ya?”

Carlos grabbed me by the shoulders and we walked to the door.

“Yes, Daddy,” he said chuckling.

Beto seemed a little surprised to see me walking out with Carlos. And even more surprised when Carolos told him I was coming along with them. But I didn’t give a damn. I don’t know what it was, but something just didn’t seem right about him. I ignored it and was determined to have a good time watching Carlos dance.

We got to the club, Meteor, about 8:30. The place is big and has a helluva sound system. The booze is good, too. Plus, there’s all sorts of little alcoves, with chairs or couches, that aren’t well lit and are fairly dark. You can usually find couples making out in them. But because they’re close to the main dance floor, the bouncers usually patrol it closely and usher them out. If you get far enough back in the alcove though, no one will see you from the floor. And won’t know you are there unless they walk in on you.

When we walked in Meteor, Beto grabbed Carlos’s arm and ushered him to the main bar. I followed and met two more of their friends, Hector and Andres. They had been there a while and were waiting on Beto and Carlos to arrive.

I have to admit that Hector and Andres were two fine ass looking motherfuckers. They were gym boys and I enjoyed checking them out. I had to be unobtrusive about it though, because straight Latino boys don’t like you to even think about trying something with them. Carlos worked out with them from time to time and their bodies were almost as hot as his was. Almost. But they didn’t have his charisma or charm.

By 11, the club was starting to rock. Carlos, Beto, Hector, and Andres had been drinking, talking, and eyeing the women. I was drinking with them and chimed in from time to time. But I was listening and watching more than talking. Overall, they pretty much ignored me.

Beto grinned at Carlos and said, “So, how about it cabron? You ready to get out there with that bitch that’s been eyeing you the last hour?”

Carlos was playing it cool and barely looked at her. He had drunk several shots of tequila and you could tell he was feeling it. He was slurring his words a little when he spoke.

“Yeah, she’s pretty hot. Reminds me of Rosa.”

Beto rolled his eyes, put his arm around Carlos’s shoulders, and said, “Cabron, Rosa’s at home, not here. You need to forget about her and get into that bitch, Maria. She’s definitely feelin’ you.”

Hector and Andres were drinking their beer and watching the dance floor. From time to time, they’d glance at Carlos and Beto, and then look at each other and smile. I guess they were used to Carlos’s comments about Rosa.

Carlos grinned and flexed his arms.

“Fuck yeahhh, you’re right! And I’m about to be feelin’ on her!”

With that, he walked over to where the girl was standing. As he left, I watched his sexy, muscle ass flex and move in his tight jeans. I took a swig of beer, looked over at Beto, Hector, and Andres and was surprised to find them watching Carlos as well.

Andres leaned over to Hector, and Beto said something. They grinned, and I heard Beto say, “You got that right. See what you can do to get him loosened up more. Then we’ll see what happens.” Hector and Andres nodded and turned back, watching Carlos and the girl talk.

After a while, they all went out on the dance floor. Carlos was one of the most noticeable dancers on the floor. He not only had a sexy body, he really knew how to dance. A lot of guys try to be cool on the floor when they are dancing. But Carlos really moves, gyrating, grinding and thrusting his body. He had a coordinated rhythm that he made his partner look good.

I grinned as he danced and got hard just watching him thrust his cock out and swivel his hot ass. After a few minutes, I walked out to where they were dancing and slapped Carlos on the shoulder.

He looked over at me and grinned.

“Manoooo!”

His slurred speech was more noticeable and it was obvious he was pretty drunk. He turned towards the girl, and said, “Maria . . . I . . . want chu meet Ian.”

Maria smiled at me and I smiled and nodded back. “He’s my beeeeest frien’ and brudder," Carlos said. "Been there for me luuung time. Ain’t dat right, manoooo?” I just kept smiling and shrugged it off.

Carlos drunkenly laughed and started dancing all around Maria. She was a pretty good dancer herself and managed to keep up with him. I pulled away and started dancing by myself. But Carlos pulled me back towards them, so that we formed a little threesome. From time to time, I’d glance back at the bar and see Beto standing there, carefully watching us. I didn’t see Hector or Andres, so I thought maybe they had left.

I was wrong.

Suddenly, Hector and Andres showed up next to us, dancing, and looking just as hot and sexy as Carlos. I was surprised because they weren’t dancing with any women. I wondered if they were interested in Maria. Carlos saw them, grinned, and nodded for them to join us. Hector stood next to Maria and Andres next to Carlos.

We danced and danced for the next hour. Carlos kept dancing with Maria but from time to time, Hector would cut in and start dancing with her. Carlos didn’t seem to mind until Andres moved in front of him and tried to dance with him. Carlos would get a strange look on his face and turn back towards Maria.

That happened several times. Finally, Carlos slapped Andres on the arm, and said, “Vatoooo . . . youuu . . . good dancer but . . . buuuut . . . not good as . . . ‘ria. Let meeeee . . . kick it . . . with her . . . ‘kaaay?”

Andres laughed and moved slightly away from Carlos.

“Sure, ese. But maybe we can both kick it with her . . . you know?”

The music was great, the lights flashing, and all seemed right with the world. Andres and Hector left and came back several times, bringing back more tequila shots for Carlos, and beers for them. They had offered to buy me beer, but I just wanted to dance and enjoy the music. I closed my eyes and just swayed as the music surrounded me. I didn’t know where Beto was, but frankly, I didn’t give a shit. I was just feeling good.

As we danced, the five of us got closer and closer. One time when I opened my eyes, I saw Hector dancing with Maria again, while Carlos just twisted to his own beat with his eyes closed. He seemed out of it, which meant he was probably drunk as hell.

As I kept looking at Carlos, I noticed Andres moved back over and was dancing behind him now. He seemed to move closer to him little by little. I looked over at Hector and Maria, and saw Maria lean over and say something to Hector. He nodded and they left the floor. Carlos was so out of it, he didn’t notice Maria had left. He, Andres, and I continued dancing.

As we danced, I noticed that we had moved away from the main floor and were near one of the darker, remote alcoves. It was so dark, I couldn’t tell if anyone was in there.

Hector suddenly appeared and had two shot glasses. He handed one to Carlos and smiled.

“Drink up, vato. Maria’s in the restroom getting pretty for you.”

Carlos reached out slowly, grabbed the shot glass, and tossed it down his throat. He put his hand out with the empty glass. Hector took it and put the second one in his hand. I didn’t think that was a good idea, because it was obvious that Carlos was almost completely wasted.

I looked over and said, “Hector, don’t you think . . .”

From behind Carlos, Andres said, “Ian, don’t worry, cabron. He’s pretty tight tonight. We’re just trying to get him loose, so he’ll feel chill when he’s fucking Maria.”

I didn’t say anything more and Carlos tossed back the second shot. Hector and Andres looked at each other and smiled.

Even though I was feeling buzzed, I wasn’t getting good vibes. Something was strange here and I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. We were far off the dance floor now and there was just enough light to be able to see us dimly. While I could see Carlos, Hector, and Andres, we couldn’t be seen from the dance floor unless someone knew we were there, or just came over close and happened to stumble upon us.

Minutes passed. I continued to slowly dance to the music in the dark, enjoying my buzz, and letting the good time envelope me. I glanced over at Carlos. He was barely dancing and his movements were erratic. I felt sure he was probably close to passing out, and just shook my head.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Andres slowly move behind Carlos. He watched him dance a moment, then slowly put his hands on Carlos’s shoulders and began to rub them gently. After rubbing them a few moments, Andres leaned forward and spoke.

“Relax, vatoooo . . . relaaaax . . .” Andres murmured.

Carlos kept moving, but you could see his body start to respond. Andres continued rubbing his shoulders and soon, his hands started moving down, squeezing, rubbing, and massaging Carlos’s heavily muscled back. As Andres moved his hands down, Hector came over and put his hands on Carlos’s shoulders from the front. He too started rubbing and massaging them. They continued massaging him until Carlos was so relaxed, he was barely swaying on his feet.

As Carlos’s movement slowed, Hector began to run his hands down Carlos’s shirt front, gripping his solid chest and twisting his nipples.

In the dim light, I saw Hector smile as he spoke to Carlos.

“Yeah, vato. You’ve got hard muscles. Fucking man muscles. You’re all man, cabron.”

He slid his hands under Carlos’s shirt and grabbed his huge pecs.

“Yeah, fucker. Your stud body is all man. All hot, sexy fucking man.”

By this time, I had completely stopped dancing and was just watching from the shadows. I'm not even sure Hector and Andres realized I was still there. I started to speak and tell them to stop, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away from what was happening. I could feel the blood rush into my cock and was surprised that I was getting hard watching the two men fondle Carlos.

When Hector grabbed his pecs, Carlos reached up weakly and tried to push his hands off.

“C’mon, mannnn . . .” Carlos mumbled.

Hector’s smile got bigger and he kept squeezing Carlos’s chest. Little by little, he managed to push Carlos’s shirt up till it was above his pecs.

“Ease up, ese. I’m tryin’ to help you. Just relaxxxx. Let this feel good.”

While Hector was stroking and squeezing Carlos’s chest, Andres’s hands had worked their way down Carlos’s back. When he got to Carlos’s waist, he grabbed the edges of his sleeveless shirt, and slowly pulled it up.

As Andres pulled the shirt up, Hector grabbed Carlos’s arms and lifted them up. As Carlos’s arms went up, Andres kept pulling the shirt up until it was over Carlos’s head and off his body.

Carlos’s massive chest was glistening with sweat and his nipples stuck out like little bullets.

Carlos barely struggled as they stripped his shirt off and kept muttering, “Dudeeeee . . . stop. Stop itttttt.”

Andres tossed Carlos’s shirt on the floor and moved up right behind him, pushing his crotch against Carlos’s ass. I could see the huge bulge in Andres’s jeans and watched him shove it forward a few times, as if trying to fuck Carlos with his jeans on. Hector had moved up in front of Carlos, and they practically had his body sandwiched between them.

I was shocked and turned on at the same time. As far as I knew, Hector and Andres were straight. But here they were, stripping Carlos and fondling his body. Carlos was obviously completely wasted and it was difficult for him to stop them. As they continued to touch him, he kept mumbling. I couldn’t make out what he was saying but I'm sure he was trying to get them to stop. Whatever he said though, it wasn't working.

Now that Carlos’s shirt was off, Hector went back to squeezing his pecs, twisting his nipples, and rubbing his hands all over his chest and upper arms. Andres stayed behind him, humping on Carlos's tight ass, and running his hands over his abs in front. Carlos kept muttering and trying to move, but the tequila had taken its toll. I’m not even sure he knew where he was or what was going on. His movements got slower and his speech more slurred.

As Andres humped Carlos’s ass, he leaned forward and spoke.

"Vato, come on! Relax!”

He pumped Carlos’s ass again.

“Relax and let this happen. We'll make you feel good.”

Andres started rubbing his hard bulge up and down Carlos’s big, muscle ass.

“Just relax, ese! Let go. Let us show you."

While Andres kept rubbing his hard cock up and down on Carlos’s ass, he moved his hands around to Carlos’s chest. Slowly, he slide them down until he was massaging Carlos's abs. Little by little, his hands went lower until they came to rest on Carlos’s belt buckle.

Andres started whispering in Carlos's ear, but I could not hear what he was saying. As he whispered, his fingers slowly pulled at the belt buckle until he had the belt undone. Hector reached down and pulled the belt off and tossed it aside.

Carlos was barely moving, and the two men could tell there was not much fight left in him. Hector started to get more aggressive. He leaned down and started to lick Carlos’s chest, flicking his tongue over his nipples and finally sucked one into his mouth. Andres’s kept humping and sliding his hard cock on Carlos’s ass, and started rubbing his abs again. A few moments later, I saw him reach down and pop the button on Carlos’s jeans. He looked at Hector with an evil smile and nodded.

While Andres started whispering again in Carlos's ear, Hector looked down and found the zipper to his jeans. He slowly pulled it down.

As he lowered the zipper, Hector looked back at Carlos's face. His eyes were closed, and his breathing was getting slower, the struggle in him all but gone. A broad smile appeared on Hector's face when the zipper stopped. He knew that there was now nothing preventing him and Andres from getting into Carlos's pants.

Andres stepped back and looked at Carlos’s ass. With a huge smile, he carefully ran his hands inside of the jeans. I could see the outline of his hands as they came to rest on Carlos's full, muscular ass. Andres exhaled a moan of pleasure and you could see his hands start squeezing and fondling it. As I watched, I felt a twinge of jealousy, wishing it was me who was copping a feel of that hot ass.

Hector moved closer to Carlos as well, pulled open the front of his jeans, and reached inside.

"Fuck, ese," Hector hissed. "You ought to feel the pinga grande that's in here!"

"Hell, vato!" Andres said. "You gotta FEEL this ass! I've been wanting this shit for a long time.” He looked up and smirked. “And now I’ve got it."

Hearing them talk about Carlos like he was a piece of meat started pissing me off. They evidently had forgotten I was there and I was about to step forward, when Hector spoke up.

“Let’s do it, ese.”

Andres laughed and nodded.

I watched as Andres put his arms around Carlos’s shoulders. Hector squatted down and started pulling on Carlos’s jeans, struggling to pull them down. Within a minute, the jeans were down and Carlos just stood there in nothing but his CK bikini briefs, his jeans bunched around his ankles.

Looking at Carlos stripped practically naked, I could feel my cock start to get hard and my lips were dry. Here I was, in a club, with people dancing near me, back in a dark alcove, watching two guys stripping the clothes off my best friend, so they could do . . . whatever. It was dangerous and erotic and exciting, all at the same time. I rubbed the hard bulge in my pants, wondering what they would do next.

Suddenly, a dark figure walked up, and a voice rang out.

"Fuckers! What do you think you're doing?" Beto shouted.

"What the fuck do you think we're doing, Beto?" Hector hissed. “Something we’ve been needing to do for a long time, ese.”

Beto moved forward and grabbed Carlos from them. Carlos was so out of it, he practically fell down and Beto had to struggle to get him up.

"Bullshit! That wasn't the deal. You weren't supposed to strip him in public, you fucking pendejos! Get his shit back on!”

Beto started pulling up his jeans, and I could hear Carlos grunt as they struggled to pull them back up his muscular legs. When they finally got them up, Hector zipped and buttoned them while Carlos just stood there.

“Where’s his fucking belt and shirt?” Beto murmured.

Andres looked around, picked them up off the floor, and handed them to Hector. He helped Beto put them back on Carlos. I was still watching from the shadows, and in less than 2 minutes, Carlos was fully clothed again, and Beto was holding on to him.

"You better hope he doesn't remember this shit." Beto said. "How could you be so fucking STUPID?!!"

He looked around. "Where's Ian?"

"Fuck, I don't know," Andres said. "He was dancing with us and then disappeared."

"Good," Beto said. "He and Carlos are tight. If he knew what happened and told Carlos, it’ll ruin everything. Not to mention that we’ll all get our asses kicked."

He looked at the practically passed out Carlos and said, "Now, help me get him back to the bar. I’ll find Ian and take him and Carlos home. And you'd better pray to God, that Carlos is so wasted, he won't remember this." I watched as Hector and Andres helped Beto take Carlos back to the main bar.

I stayed where I was a few minutes, trying to figure out what to do. I knew I had to get back so that Beto could take me home. But I tried to make sense out of what Beto said.

Had he, Andres, and Hector planned this? From the sound of it, they had planned something, but obviously Hector and Andres fucked it up some way, since Beto was so angry. I decided to wait and talk to Carlos tomorrow to see what he remembered.

When I walked back to the Meteor main bar, Beto was there, but Andres and Hector were nowhere to be seen. Carlos was slumped on one of the bar stools.

"Ian! Finally! Where you been?" Beto asked.

"Uhhh, I was dancing with Carlos and Maria, and she went to the restroom. I went too, cuz I had to take a wicked piss, man."

Beto laughed. "Sounds like it. You were gone a long time." I could tell Beto was trying to find out how much I knew about what had happened.

I grinned, and said, "Yeah, I ran into a friend of mine after I left the restroom and we got to talking. What were you, Hector, Andres, and Carlos doing?" I looked around. “Where’s Maria?”

Beto smiled. “She decided to go with some friends of hers to go dancing at Pacific Street. They’re having a Ladies Night there.”

“Ah, okay.”

I looked over at Carlos, who was still slumped over.

"Looks like he's had too much fucking tequila again," I laughed, looking back at Beto.

"Yeah. You know how Carlos is with that shit." Beto said. "Hector and Andres had to leave. I'm a little tired myself. You ready to go?"

"Yeah," I said. "Let's get the alcoholic and go home."

We practically carried Carlos to the car and dumped him in the back seat. When we got home, Beto helped me get Carlos inside and in his bedroom.

"Looks like Carlos is gonna have a long sleep, eh?" Beto grinned.

I laughed.

"Yeah, looks like it. Hey, thanks for taking us tonight. And thanks for helping me with him. I'm sure you wished the night had turned out differently."

Beto looked at me strangely for a moment, wondering if there was any hidden meaning behind my words.

When I kept smiling, he started smiling back and said, "Well, it is what it is. Yeah, maybe next time will turn out better."

He glanced at Carlos, laid out on his bed, passed out.

"Better for me, better for him . . ." Beto looked at me ". . . better for everyone."

Taking one last look at Carlos, he walked out of his bedroom. I walked with him to the house door, when he turned around and said, "Goodnight, Ian. I’m sure we’ll get together again."

I smiled. "Later, Beto."

As I closed the door, I thought some more about the night. I could tell Carlos about what I saw with Andres and Hector, but that would create more problems for me. Because the only way I could tell Carlos what I saw is if I admitted that I was watching it. And if I did that, Carlos would obviously want to know why I didn't stop it.

And he'd be right.

As I got in bed and pulled the covers over me, I knew the right thing to do would be to tell him. But I knew that the smart thing to do was to just say nothing. After all, nothing had really happened.

Carlos got up the next morning and had a bad hangover. As I thought, he didn't remember much. Since he didn't say much about it, I decided not to stir the pot by asking anything. And anyway, probably nothing like this would happen in the future.

I wasn't a very good prophet.

###

By the end of the first month, it was obvious that Carlos was stressing out more about his situation with Rosa and the kids. I would ask him how things were going, but he usually ended up getting angry about it, so I quit bringing it up.

That didn't stop him from going out though and drinking. I tried to talk with him about it and got the same response each time.

"I'm a big boy, Ian. I know you care. But you're doing enough by just giving me a peaceful place to stay. Don't worry about me. I'll be fine."

And so, as he requested, I didn't worry about him. At least, I didn't let him know that I worried. And every time he'd go out with his friends, I wondered if Hector, Andres, or Beto would try something with him again. But, as Carlos said, he's a big boy. And there wasn't much I could do but be there for him if he needed me.

And, as it turned out, he did need me. He just didn't know he did.

One night during dinner, I asked Carlos if he was gonna watch the basketball playoff game with me.

"Thanks, mano, but Beto invited me over to his house tonight. We're gonna kick back."

I froze a moment when I heard that. I don't remember Beto ever inviting Carlos over to his place before. They usually went out to a bar or club.

Nonchalantly, I asked, "Really? Are you going to watch the game there?"

Carlos swallowed his food and said, "I don't know. Maybe. He just caught me at work today and said to come over. I think he has a girl he wants to introduce me to."

I didn't say anything and just looked at my food. Carlos knew me so well, he could pick up on my thoughts.

"Don't worry, Ian," he grinned. "I'm not gonna get drunk. In fact, I don't plan on drinking much at all. I've had too much lately, and I need to cut back."

He paused and then laughed, "Anyway, I know 'Daddy Ian' doesn't like me drinking too much. Even though I'm a big boy."

I smiled and said, "I told you, I'm not your Daddy. I just care, mano."

Carlos smiled back and said, "I know, mano. I'm just bullshitting you. And I always appreciate your caring. But as I said, I don't plan on getting drunk tonight."

I nodded and said, "I hope not. And if you do, call me and let me know. I'll come pick you up. I don't want you driving drunk."

Carlos grinned and said, "Okay Dad." He finished eating his dinner and walked past me to put his dishes in the sink.

After cleaning up after dinner, I settled down to watch the game. Carlos left to go over to Beto's and as he left, told me he wouldn't be too late. I finished watching the game and turned off the TV about 11:30, pissed because my team lost. Carlos hadn't come back but I went on to bed. After all, both he and Beto were right. He was a big boy and could make his own decisions.

I was sound asleep, when I heard a sound down the hall. It sounded like the door to Carlos's bedroom. I looked at the clock and it was 2:30 AM. I snorted and thought 'if that's what Carlos calls not being late, he has a lousy sense of time'. I lay in bed listening to make sure he was alright.

For some reason, it was strangely quiet. I thought that odd, because Carlos usually takes a shower before he goes to bed. But I didn't hear him in the bathroom. In fact, I didn’t hear any other noise at all.

I got up out of bed and walked down the hall. I could see the light under the door in Carlos's room, but still no noise. I wondered if Carlos had gotten drunk and passed out again.

So, I quietly opened the door. And what I saw gave me the shock of my life.

He was in his room alright. But he wasn't alone.

Carlos was passed out on his bed, wearing only the pair of boxer briefs I'd seen earlier in the evening. His other clothes were strewn about on the floor and Beto was sitting on the bed next to him. One of Beto's hands was rubbing Carlos's chest and the other hand was rubbing his crotch. Carlos's cock was starting to swell as Beto rubbed it and his nipples were hard little points.

As I stood there speechless, Beto leaned down and started sucking on Carlos's nipples. I saw Carlos's cock getting bigger and Beto trying to reach in through the opening of the briefs. After a few moments, his hand was inside, holding Carlos's hardening cock.

All this time, Carlos was totally out of it and unaware that Beto was fondling him. Beto pulled his mouth off one of Carlos's nipples. As he slowly caressed his face, I heard him speak to the passed-out stud.

"Oh yeah, puta. You're gonna be my bitch tonight. MY bitch!”

Beto leaned closer, smiled, and said, “I'm finally gonna fuck your ass, cabron. I’ve waited a long time to get in that tight culo of yours. And now I’m gonna fuck it good."

I was shocked when I heard Beto say that and I finally found my voice.

"What the FUCK do you think you're doing?"

Beto's hands flew off Carlos and he jumped up.

"IAN! Shit! You scared the fuck outta me!"

He stood there looking at me and I could tell he was drunk. His face was red, and you could smell the alcohol on him.

"Beto, what the hell are you doing? Why are you fucking around with Carlos?"

I looked down at the unconscious muscle boy on the bed.

"What happened to him?"

Beto stumbled backwards. He steadied himself and said, "Nothing, Ian. We were . . . just drinking . . . at my house. Carlos had . . . had . . . too much tequila and I . . . I brought him home."

Angrily, I looked back at Beto.

"Oh, you just brought him home, huh? And you just happened to 'help' him out of his clothes? Did you think you could just fuck him and no one would know?"

"I wasn't trying to . . . fuck him. I was just . . . uhhhh . . . just uhhhh . . ."

"Yeah, I could tell what you were just ‘trying’ to do."

I looked back at Carlos. His cock was still hard, and I could see it through the opening where Beto had reached in.

As my glance slowly moved up Carlos's muscled body to his chest, I licked my lips. Beto must have noticed.

"So, Ian . . . you uh . . . you know . . . interested?"

I looked back at Beto quickly. He had a leering grin on his face as he looked at me.

"What the fuck you mean, am I interested? In what?"

"You know." He paused. "Carlos."

I could feel my face redden and I raised my voice. "What the fuck kinda question is that?"

Beto walked closer to me. I could smell the alcohol on his breath. As he leaned over, he put his hand on my shoulder.

"Cabron, I saw how you just looked at him."

I started to protest, until Beto said, "Look, I know you're gay. But I don't care. And even though I like pussy . . ." he paused and looked down at Carlos . . . "I got other needs too."

He kept looking over at Carlos and I followed his gaze.

"Hot motherfucker, ain't he?"

I didn't say anything and Beto continued.

"I've wanted to fuck him for a long time. And I've almost gotten that tight ass a couple of times when he was wasted."

Again, he paused a moment, looked back at me, and said, "But that bitch Rosa got her claws into him and he stopped running around with me. So, when I found out she'd kicked him out, I knew I had a chance again. And I wasn’t about to miss my chance to fuck him this time." Beto started chuckling.

"I got him to come over tonight and we started drinking tequila. You know how that shit fucks him up. He wanted to stop after a couple. But I kept giving him shots all night until he was totally out of it. The more he drank, the more I started grabbing him . . . his chest . . . his cock . . . his ass. He got so messed up, that after a while, he didn't know what the hell was going on and didn’t even try to stop me."

He looked back at Carlos and smiled.

"Finally, he was almost out, and I knew it was time to get that ass.”

The lust in his voice increased.

"I got him on my bed, pulled those tight jeans off, pushed his legs back, and got between them. I was just about to fuck him . . . when suddenly, he started waking up, babbling that he had to leave. I told him he was too drunk to drive home. But he said that you'd get mad if he didn't come back, blah, blah, blah. I couldn't convince him to stay.” Beto started chuckling again.

“So, I figured that if I couldn't get him to stay at my place, I'd just bring him over here and fuck him. I drove him back and it was hell trying to keep him awake until we got here. He finally passed out as we came through the door. He's so fucking heavy, I almost didn't get him in here."

Beto paused and smiled wider. "But I finally did. Got him in his room, stripped him down . . . and was just about to fuck the shit out of him . . . when you walked in . . ."

I couldn't believe all I was hearing. I knew there was always something shady about Beto, but I had no idea it was all about trying to seduce Carlos.

I looked back over at Beto and started getting angry.

"Motherfucker, get the hell out of my house now! And don't ever come back here! I can't believe you've only been friends with Carlos all these years, just so you can fuck him."

Beto looked at me with that leering grin.

"Don't act like you're so innocent, Ian. I know you want him too."

He paused a moment, and then said, "And that’s fine. Because we can both fuck him tonight."

When he said that, I looked back at Carlos.

Beto leaned in closer to me and whispered, "Yeahhhh . . . you'd like that, wouldn't you? You’ve been wanting to fuck Carlos’s tight muscle ass, too, haven’t you?" I didn't answer.

I could feel Beto's breath against my face.

"Go ahead. Fuck him.” Beto started chuckling again.

“BUT . . . I'm fucking him first.”

I looked back at Beto as he spoke.

“I've waited too long to get my cock in that ass. And I'm gonna be the first person to finally spread those muscled cheeks, get my cock in that tight hole, and fuck Carlos like he needs to be fucked."

He paused again.

"And once I'm done fucking him, then stud boy is all yours. You can do whatever you want."

I looked back at Carlos, who was totally oblivious about what was being said about him. He just lay there. Ready. And waiting. Totally unaware that within moments, he was about to get his ass fucked by his ‘straight’ friend . . . and his best friend.

Beto followed my glance and looked back at Carlos.

"And after we've fucked him, trust me . . . there are more people that are gonna fuck his sexy ass as well."

Startled, I looked back quickly at Beto.

"More?"

Beto looked back at me with an evil smile.

"Sure. You think you're the only gay boy in town? Carlos is the hottest piece of ass out there. Hector, Andres, and several others have wanted to fuck him bad for a long time. Just like me. Only they never had the nerve to try it." He looked at Carlos.

"But when I tell them that I've fucked him, and you’ve fucked him . . . wellll . . . that'll change. Hell, they'll take him to the bars every night, get him wasted, and have their cocks in that straight hole before he knows it. His muscle ass is gonna get fucked a LOT! You can count on it."

Beto chuckled again.

"Carlos has just never realized that perfect ass of his was made to be fucked. And there are a lot of people who will do anything to fuck it."

I looked back at Carlos and didn't say anything.

Seconds passed, and Beto finally said, "If you're scared he'll find out, don't be. He's so fucked up from the tequila, he'll never know what happened."

He looked back over at the passed-out muscle stud, licked his lips, and then back at me.

"So, c’mon, Ian. How about it? Let’s do it. We may never get another chance like this."

When I still didn't say anything, Beto hissed, "C'mon cabron! That tight ass needs a good fucking." He paused. "And I need to fuck it NOW!"

Another pause.

"Dude, c’mon! You KNOW you want it. Admit it."

I kept looking at Carlos. He was so fucking hot on the bed. His muscles on full display. Hard cock ready to be sucked. And that beautiful ass just waiting to be fucked.

The body I'd always lusted after was right there for the taking.

My cock was hard, and it kept telling me to 'go for it, dude'.

And Beto was right. Carlos would never know. And we'd both get what we'd wanted for a long time.

Slowly, I turned my gaze away, walked over to the door of the bedroom and opened it wide.

"Get the fuck out, Beto. Don't ever come here again."

Beto just glared at me for a few seconds. The seconds ticked away.

Finally, he looked over at Carlos, shook his head, and walked out of the bedroom. I followed him to the door of the house.

"Beto, if you ever try to fuck with Carlos again, I'm going to tell him what happened tonight. You may think you can get him so wasted that he'll never know. But I'll know. And I'll tell him. And you know he'll believe me."

I paused a moment, and in a louder voice said, "And when I tell him, he'll go and fuck you up. Bad."

Beto just stared at me. I kept staring back at him and finally said, "You KNOW he will. Admit it."

Beto still didn't say anything for a moment.

Then, with a look of fury, he said, "FUCK you, Ian."

I laughed. "You’re welcome to. Just don’t plan on fucking Carlos."

Beto turned and started walking to his car. I closed the door, locked it, and leaned back against it.

After a few minutes, I went back to Carlos's room. He was still in the same position he was in when I left with Beto. I got the cover off the end of the bed and stared at the unconscious hunk of muscle on the bed.

Beto was right. I did want Carlos. Very much. And he was right too when he said I'd never have another chance to have sex with him.

But I couldn't do it this way. I loved Carlos as a brother too much to take advantage of him. Especially when he was in such pain in his life.

Taking one last look at the handsome well-built stud before me, I smiled and put the cover over him.

"Sweet dreams, Carlos."

###

I went to bed trying not to think about what had happened. But it was difficult because I was still shocked by all that had taken place. I never in a million years would have guessed that someone like Beto would try to take advantage of Carlos. Especially since he knew Carlos was straight. And it bothered me even more that Beto tried to do it by getting him drunk, so he could do what he wanted without Carlos knowing.

But one little small part of me understood the allure of Carlos for other men. Physically, he had about as perfect a body as you could find. And hormones don't care what a person's sexual orientation is. All they know is what they see and what they like. And god knows there was plenty to like with Carlos.

But there was also Carlos's personality and irreverent style of talking. Someone could easily take his comments as flirting. Unless they'd known Carlos for a long time and knew he was just a playful person. Always saying things just to get a rise out of you. And when Carlos let his guard down and you saw what a loving person he was, a guy could easily be attracted to that. So, any one of those qualities, or even all of them combined, would make Carlos a prime catch for any guy.

I tossed and turned for a while and finally fell asleep. When the alarm went off at 6 AM, I felt like shit and dreaded going in to work. I didn't hear any noise and wondered if Carlos was awake. I put on my robe, went to Carlos's bedroom, and looked in. He was still sound asleep, although he had turned on his side sometime during the night. I quietly walked back to my room and texted my boss that I was sick and wouldn't be in today. I decided to stay at home and make sure Carlos was okay.

After my shower, I walked back into Carlos's room and sat down on the bed. He was snoring, and I wasn't surprised that he was still out of it. As I said, tequila had a hellacious effect on him.

I shook Carlos's shoulder. No response.

"Carlos? Hey. Carlos." He still didn't wake up or even move. Finally, I used both of my hands, grabbed his arm and shook hard. "CARLOS! Wake up! C'mon wake UP!"

Carlos opened his eyes and slowly turned and looked at me. He blinked a couple of times, and then in a whisper said, "What?"

"Mano, its 6:30. Do you want me to call in to work for you?"

Carlos closed his eyes and didn't respond. After a minute, with his eyes still closed, he said, "Yeah . . . thanks." With that, he turned back over and went back to sleep.

I walked quietly out of the room, called Carlos's supervisor, and told him he was sick. He thanked me and said to let him know if he couldn't make it tomorrow. I told him I would and hung up.

I made some breakfast, read the paper, and just generally relaxed. I checked on Carlos from time to time, but I didn't expect to see him any time soon. I was right.

Finally, the door to Carlos's bedroom opened and he came walking out, still clothed in only the boxer briefs he'd worn last night. He was rubbing his face and sat down in the recliner, leaning back with his eyes closed. A small smile appeared on my face and I knew I'd have to be gentle with him.

"Soooo . . . you had a late night?" Carlos didn't say anything, and I started laughing.

"Are you okay? You want anything to eat?"

With his eyes still closed, Carlos said, "No, I'm not hungry." A few seconds later, he said, "My head feels like shit. I shouldn't have drunk all that goddamn tequila last night. Fucking Beto . . ."

"You want some orange juice? Water? Anything?"

Carlos hesitated a moment, and then said, "Can you get me a small glass of OJ? That might be okay."

I went and got the orange juice and set it down next to him. Carefully, I said, "Do you remember anything about last night, Carlos?"

Carlos leaned forward and sipped the juice slowly.

"Not much. We were drinking. Beto was . . . going on and on . . . about . . .” He paused and frowned. “Shit, I don’t know.” He sipped some more of the orange juice. “Maybe his girlfriend . . . or some pussy he was getting on the side . . . or . . . shit, I really don't remember.”

Carlos put the glass down, closed his eyes again, and leaned back in the recliner. I watched him and waited. After a minute of silence, he opened his eyes again and smiled at me. Or more of a lopsided smile.

I smiled back, and said, “Well, it doesn’t surprise me you don’t remember. You were sound asleep when I woke up this morning.”

Carlos rubbed his face. When he spoke, his voice was a little stronger.

“I think he was talking about . . . some girls I ought to go out with now that I was single. Or something like that. And he kept giving me fucking shots of tequila.” He laughed weakly, and said, “I kept telling him to stop, but you know hard it is for me to quit when I start the shots.” He paused again. “I really don't know how much I drank."

I didn't say anything and waited to decide what to tell him.

Carlos laughed weakly again and said, "You know Beto gets to acting weird when he's fucked up. He kept punching me, telling me that all the women were after me. Trying to drag my body off to bed and fuck me. Or some shit like that.” He picked up the orange juice and drank some more.

“Then he started grabbing me and saying 'Man, they all want your cock! They wanna suck your meat and slide it in their pussy.’ You know, stupid shit like that.”

Carlos paused a moment, and then said, "I kept pushing his hands off me, but he kept saying 'what's the matter? You such a pussy, you don't think you got the shit for the women?' and crap like that. I said 'puta, I got what they need.' And he would start grabbing me again. One time he even tried to grab my cock." He paused again and finished drinking his orange juice.

"What did you do when he did that?" I asked.

A strange look came over Carlos's face for a moment.

"Hmm . . . you know, I don't really remember. I probably told him to fuck off. But I was so drunk, the rest is sort of a blur."

He was silent a second. Then he grinned slightly and said, "Who knows. He could have been sucking my dick for all I know."

I didn't say anything, and Carlos continued. "So, if Beto gave me a blow job, I hope it was good. Because I don't remember shit."

I was surprised when Carlos said that. Would he really have not cared if another guy went down on him? That was something I had never heard before.

"Really? You wouldn't have cared if he sucked you off?"

Carlos raised his eyebrows and said, "It's not a matter of caring. If it happened, I was too fucked up to have stopped it. So why worry about something you can't control?"

He paused a moment, and then smiling, said, "But I'm not worried. I don't think Beto is into cock. He's a pussy hound."

Cautiously I asked, "Do you remember Beto driving you here?"

Carlos looked surprised.

"He did?" I nodded. "Well, that was nice of him. I think he wanted me to stay. But I told him I had to go home. I knew you would get pissed at me if I stayed out."

He grinned a little more, shook his head, and said, "But no, I don't remember how I got here. The last things I can really remember were closing my eyes and Beto pushing a shot glass to my lips."

Yeah, I thought. Getting you so drunk so that he could get his cock in your tight hole and fuck you for hours.

Carlos obviously had no idea that Beto had been trying to fuck him for a long time. And that all that bullshit from last night was just another ploy for him to spread Carlos's legs so he could plow his muscle ass.

Carlos must have noticed me thinking and asked, "Why do you ask? I mean, I know you're probably pissed because I got drunk," he said sheepishly.

He got up from the recliner and stood in front of me. "But I got home okay."

I stood up as well, thinking about Beto's treachery and said, "I know, Carlos. I just don't want anything to happen to you."

Carlos leaned forward and grabbed me in a bear hug.

"I know, Ian. But I told you. I'm a big boy. I can take care of myself."

As he held me in the hug, I felt the strength of his strong arms. And the bulge of his cock pressing into me. My cock started to expand, and I knew it wouldn't be long before Carlos could tell I was getting hard. I knew I needed to break the hug but being in his arms felt so good. And having his cock rub on me felt even better.

He held me there a moment longer, and then pushed back, saying, "And thanks for calling in for me this morning. They'd have been fucking mad if I hadn't showed up without calling in."

With that, he turned and slowly headed towards his bathroom. My eyes following his full, tight ass every step of the way.

I guess I should have told him what really happened last night. It was the right thing to do.

But still, I hesitated.

On one hand, I knew that Beto would find a way to get Carlos alone again. After all, they were friends, and worked at the same place.

And Beto was ruthless. Carlos was just too tempting a prize for him to give up now. Especially since he'd come so close to fucking him last night.

So, I knew the next time Carlos got drunk and was alone with Beto, he was gonna get fucked. Beto would stop at nothing until he was fucking that tight, virgin ass hard and deep. He'd force more and more tequila down Carlos's throat until he passed out. Then strip him and triumphantly take the ass he wanted for so long. And fuck that hot, sexy ass without Carlos even knowing.

I had no doubt that once Beto had tasted the forbidden fruit of that straight, muscular ass, he'd want to fuck it again. And when he realized he could do it AND get away with it, he'd fuck it again . . . and again . . . and again.

Beto knew that tequila was the key to getting him in Carlos's hot hole. As long as he could continue unlocking that tight ass, he'd keep fucking it. All he had to do was keep getting Carlos totally drunk . . . totally wasted . . . and then fuck the hell out of him. As often as he wanted.

And if Beto was telling the truth, Hector, Andres, and others would be after him as well.

Getting him drunk.

Totally wasted.

And on his back.

Then, all they had to do was strip that muscular body, drape his legs over their shoulders, and slide their cocks into that tight ass for one sweet, sweet fuck.

On the other hand, Carlos himself said he was a 'big boy' and that he could take care of himself. After all, he was trying to get back with Rosa and the boys. If he did, he'd probably not be running around with Beto and his friends again anyway and the danger would be averted.

So, why was it my responsibility to remind him of what he already knew so well? Namely that he put himself at risk when he got drunk. If he chose not to think about the risks he took when that happened, it wasn't my responsibility to keep pointing it out.

Then again, given the pain of what he was going through, I guess I could understand why he tended to ignore the risks. Drinking dulled the pain for him. It was his way of escape.

So, I kept quiet.

And, as usually happens, things returned to normal after a while. I must admit, Carlos still wandered around the house in next to nothing, and just looking at him would get my cock to stirring. But I finally came to enjoy looking at his hot muscular physique, even though the glances were done surreptitiously so that Carlos didn't catch me looking.

Little did I know that my looks weren't as concealed as I thought. And that Carlos saw a lot more than I ever knew.

###

After two months, things became pretty routine. I noticed that Carlos's personality at times was becoming more reserved and sullen. He continued to go out, drink, and come home drunk. But not nearly as drunk as he did that night over at Beto's.

I do know that he started doing his drinking at bars and with more of his friends. I'm sure Beto was in his group of friends when they went out, but Carlos never mentioned going over to his house. I thought it possible that, even though he didn't remember too much about that night, he got weirded out about Beto fondling him. We didn't talk about that night again, although he joked from time to time about whether I tried to catch him in his underwear the next morning.

He did mention that Beto had invited him over a couple of times. But he said that every time Beto asked, he was already meeting his friends elsewhere. That made me feel somewhat better, knowing that that shark Beto wasn't going to find Carlos as easy a mark as he thought.

Carlos also shared with me his encounters with Rosa at their meetings with the counselor. It was obvious, from what he said, that he and Rosa had some irreconcilable issues between them. So, I questioned whether they'd be able to put their marriage back together. I only wanted both to be happy and move on with their lives. Especially Carlos.

But I knew there was one issue that continued to tear Carlos up.

His boys.

Rosa knew many of Carlos's friends and knew he was still going out drinking. More and more she was refusing to let Carlos see them, although their divorce decree allowed regular visitation. He said that she told him at their last meeting with the counselor that she was going to go back to court and eliminate the visitation if he continued down his path of drunkenness and irresponsibility.

He was very angry about that and said he'd fight her all the way in court to prevent her from stopping him from seeing them again. When he would get reserved around me, I didn't bother him, because I knew it had something to do with that.

So, all I could do was be there for him when he needed a friendly ear, or shoulder, or as it turns out, a friendly pair of hands.

###

One Friday night, I stayed up in the living room watching one of my favorite movies. About midnight, the door opened, and Carlos walked in. He was wearing a tight sports shirt and jeans. As always, his clothes hugged his muscular body and his sexiness was on full display. I was surprised, because he never came in this early on a weekend night.

"What the hell are you doing back so early?" I asked in an astonished voice.

Carlos gave me a lopsided grin and said, "Fuck you. You act as if I whore around all the time."

I laughed and said, "No, I don't think that. It's just I don't remember the last time you were in so early. Especially on a Friday night."

Carlos was swaying as he walked further in the living room. I knew then that he'd had way too much to drink. I just hoped he wasn't about to pass out.

As the grin slowly left his face, he said, "Yeah, wellllll . . . I just wanted to be by myself for a while."

I smiled and said, "I hearya. I can go in my bedroom if you want to watch TV in here."

Carlos looked at me quietly for a minute.

"No, that's alright. You stay here." He hesitated for a few seconds and then said, "Actually . . . I was wondering . . . if you'd do me a favor."

Laughing, I said, "Now, mano, don't you think you've had enough to drink?"

"No. I don't want a drink. That's not the favor."

His voice had a wistful, serious note in it and I knew immediately that something was different.

"Okay. What do you want?"

Carlos continued to look at me. After a few moments, that old mischievous grin started to appear on his lips and that glint I knew so well came in his eyes.

I was totally confused by this see-saw between his somber countenance and his old playfulness. He kept looking at me like he always did when he wanted to talk some smack to me.

After a few more moments, he said, "I was wondering if you would, uhhhh . . . be willing to give me . . ." He stopped.

I raised my eyebrows and said, "Yes? Give you what?

Carlos looked down a moment, and then back up. He stuck his chin out, as if daring me to question his request.

"Give me a massage."

I was shocked.

"WHAT?"

Carlos grinned at me, and with that sexy lilt in his voice when he wants to put me down, said, "A massage. You DO know what a massage is . . . don't you?"

Still surprised by his request, I said, "Bitch, I know what a massage is. I was just wondering why you wanted me to give you one." With a smirk, I said, "I mean, you DO know that I'm not a massage therapist . . . don't you?"

Carlos burped and then his drunken laugh boomed out.

"Yeah, I know. And I don't expect perfection. Especially from YOU."

He continued his drunken laughter a few moments more, and then looked serious again.

"I know it sounds strange but . . . I'm stressed out and I need to . . . relax."

He paused a moment.

"I just want to be . . . home."

He paused again, and then softly added, "With you."

Whoa!

Did Carlos really just say the words 'with you'? Did he really want to be here right now . . . with me?

It took me a minute to try to sift through all my thoughts. Carlos just stood there looking at me, swaying slightly. All sorts of things came together in my mind, didn't quite connect, and then broke apart again. He wanted to be by himself. He wanted a massage. He wanted me to do it. He wanted to be "home". With me.

I couldn't make sense out of the swirl and after a few moments, stopped trying. Carlos was still quiet and just looked at me, although he'd close his eyes from time to time.

Finally, I shrugged my shoulders and answered him.

"Yeah. Sure. I guess. As long as you know I don't really know what I'm doing."

A broad smile broke out over Carlos's face. God, he was so fucking handsome when he smiled!

He nodded and said, "Sure, I know. I just . . . appreciate you trying."

"Okay then." My hand pointed to the floor, and I said, "You want to lay down here?"

Carlos paused. "Nahhh . . . let's do it in your bedroom."

I was shocked again.

"MY bedroom? Why there?"

Carlos gave a slight laugh, hiccupped, and said, "Because you've got a firm king size bed, puta. Isn't that what you told me? I've only got a full-size bed in my room and the mattress is soft."

With a glint in his eyes, he added, "So yours is bigger. And it's better."

I still felt a little strange doing this in my room. Plus, with all the innuendos that Carlos seemed to be tossing out, I was getting very nervous. The last thing I wanted was to spring a boner in front of him while I was touching his body.

"I still don't see what's wrong with the floor here. It's bigger and harder than my mattress," I volunteered.

Carlos moved closer to me and I could smell the tequila on his breath. He looked down a moment, and then back up at me.

"I don't WANT to be on the floor, mano."

"I could spread out a sheet and . . ."

"I don't WANT to lie on a sheet."

He moved even closer and stood face to face in front of me.

"I want to lie on your bed."

As I looked in those beautiful brown eyes of his, I felt like I was sinking. My heart was beating rapidly, and my throat was dry as hell.

Even though he was drunk and was smiling at times, I could feel the pain that radiated from his being and knew that Carlos needed someone to help him with his pain. I wanted to take him in my arms right there and kiss him so hard that he'd know, despite everything that had happened in his life, he was not alone.

This was not the 15-year-old boy I'd met so long ago. This was a strong, sexy, virile man with the body of a god and a heart that was hurting.

I reached up and gently patted his shoulder.

"Okay, Carlos. We'll do it on my bed."

I turned towards the hall to my bedroom, walked a few feet, and then stopped when I realized he wasn't with me.

When I turned around, he was still standing there, a blank look on his face.

Maybe he was having second thoughts. Maybe he was so drunk he wasn't sure what he was doing. Maybe he had changed his mind.

Whatever the case, I walked back over and reached out my hand to him. He kept looking at me for a few moments, then looked down at my outstretched hand. Slowly, he looked back up at me and, with that beautiful smile I adored, took my hand.

###

Quietly and carefully, we walked towards my bedroom. Carlos was swaying quite a bit and stumbled a few times as we walked. I reached out to steady him and kept my hand on his upper back, enjoying the feel of his firm muscles.

As we reached the door of my bedroom, Carlos paused and started falling backwards. I rushed behind him and put both hands on the sides of his back to prop him up. He body was heavy, and I had to struggle to keep him from falling. Eventually he started going forward again and my hands guided him through the door.

As he walked in the room, I moved him towards the bed. He sat down heavily on the edge of it.

"Now sit there a minute and don't move," I said. "You're too heavy for me to pick up off the floor."

Carlos gave a weak grin and I was hoping he wouldn't fall off the bed. I was telling the truth when I said I wouldn't be able to pick him up.

I turned off the bedroom light and turned down the brightness of the lamps on my end tables. This gave the room a soft glow to it, which I thought would be more relaxing.

I turned back around to Carlos and said, "Now you're sure you still want me to do this?"

Carlos gave a feeble laugh, closed his eyes, and said, "Yeah. Sure. Go ahead."

"Okay. I'll start on your back. Move over and lie down on your stomach."

Carlos didn't say anything for a moment. Finally, he murmured, "Help me take my shirt off."

I didn't say anything at first. Did I really want to start things down that path, feeling like I did for Carlos?

Carlos just sat there. Quiet. Eyes closed. Waiting.

After a few moments, he opened his eyes and looked at me. "What's the matter?"

Slowly, I said, "Nothing. I'm just not used to . . . taking your clothes off."

Carlos closed his eyes again.

"Oh hell, Ian. It's just my shirt. You've seen me in a lot less."

He paused a moment. When I didn't say anything, he said, "Quit being such a pendejo."

When I still didn't move, he sounded irritated.

"Fine. If it bothers you that much, I'll do it myself," and he started swaying and fumbling for the buttons.

I was ruining the moment and felt bad that I was adding to his hurt. I leaned down and grabbed his arms.

"Okay, okay . . . wait a minute. Let me do it."

He stopped struggling, closed his eyes again, and let his arms fall back down on the bed.

As I unbuttoned the first button, I could feel his massive chest under my hands. I ignored the tingling I felt and moved down the row of buttons, undoing each one. As I got near his belt, I pulled up on the part that was tucked in his jeans and finished the last ones.

When the shirt was completely open, I started sliding it off his shoulders and down his arms. Which was easier said than done.

His biceps and triceps were so huge that the shirt sleeves were too narrow to just slide over them. I had to use both my hands to pull each sleeve down and over the muscles a little bit at a time. I finally managed to get them free and pulled the shirt off.

I'd seen Carlos shirtless before. But I had never been this close to him when he was.

Looking at his body this intimately was . . . breathtaking.

Broad shoulders, with knotted muscles, started at his neck and flowed down into his arms. His biceps and triceps, which had made taking off his shirt so difficult, bulged with shredded cords of muscle. His massive forearms were like two clustered ovals, which flexed when he closed his hands to steady himself on the bed.

And his chest. My god, it was a work of art!

Each of his pecs started from just below his neck and rose like twin plateaus, with a deep valley between the ridges of muscle. A dark brown, quarter size areola was in the center of each slab of muscle, capped by a pink nipple. I remembered seeing Beto suck on them the night he tried to fuck Carlos. They looked mouthwatering and I could certainly see why he did it.

As I continued looking at his nips, I suddenly trembled. All at once I felt an overwhelming urge to lean down and suck one into my mouth. It was hard, but I controlled my desire and gazed on down past his chest.

Defined ridges of abdominal muscle popped up from Carlos's flat belly. The intersection of the ridges combined to give him a tight washboard stomach. I started to reach out and run my fingers over the ridges, but quickly let my arm fall to the side. In my mind though, an image of running my tongue over each ridge of muscle appeared. The tingling feeling returned, and I straightened up and shook my head to stop it.

"Okay, Carlos, lie down on your stomach and I'll rub your back."

When Carlos opened his eyes, they had a bleary look. Even though I didn't know how much he had to drink earlier, it was obvious that he was pretty blitzed. He slowly looked up at me with unfocused eyes.

"What about my pants?"

God forbid!

Was he doing this on purpose? It was hard enough for me to take his shirt off and look at that fantastic chest of his. And now he wanted me to take his pants off?

There was no way I could do that without throwing a bone. And if Carlos saw that and thought I wanted his body, it would ruin our friendship. I had to put a stop to it. Now.

"I don't think that's a good idea, Carlos."

He paused several moments and then said, "Why? You're giving me a massage, aren't you?"

"Well . . . yeah. But . . . but . . ." I stopped.

How could I explain why I couldn't take his pants off without giving away my desire for him?

"And you took my shirt off. Aren't my pants supposed to be off too?"

"Well . . ." I paused a second.

"Yeah."

Carlos kept looking at me, but I was silent.

Finally, he said, "Look . . . I'd take them off myself, but I don't really feel so hot right now. So . . . please . . . help me."

I looked away from Carlos, silent, confused, and trying to figure out what to say.

"It's alright, Ian. I know."

Startled, I looked down at Carlos. He had sad smile on his face and his eyes were a little more focused and brighter.

"Huh? What do you mean? You know what?"

Carlos looked down and slowly licked his lips. Then he glanced back at me.

"I know why this is hard for you."

I kept staring at Carlos.

"I know you want me."

I winced and looked away.

"Mano . . . I've always known. You're my brother. We know each other too well . . . have been through too much together . . . to think you can hide what you feel."

Slowly, I turned away from Carlos, ashamed that he knew.

Knew how much I wanted him. How much I wanted his body.

But I knew he was straight. And we could never, ever be anything more than friends.

Brothers.

I felt my eyes tear up and knew he was about to end one of the most important relationships of my life.

"Ian . . ."

I didn't answer.

"Ian . . . look at me."

I still didn't move.

"Ian . . . please . . . LOOK at me!"

Slowly, I turned around and tried to hold it together. Carlos was looking at me full in the face.

So handsome.

So loving.

"Ian, I don't care. It's fine that you want me."

Then, with that smartass glint I knew so well, he said, "I mean, after all, look at me. Who wouldn't want me?"

Then, the loving look from a moment ago returned.

"You're my brother. My mano. You'll always be in my life. Don't you know that by now?"

I smiled and nodded slowly.

That was all I wanted to hear from him.

"Good. And if the time ever comes where that changes, trust me . . . I'll tell you. Okay?"

I nodded again and he slowly, he closed his eyes.

After a moment, he said, "So . . . you gonna get my shit off or what?"

And with that, he carefully leaned back on his elbows, looked at me, and waited.

I wiped my eyes, grinned, and said, "Okay, dude. Fine."

Kneeling, I pulled off Carlos's boots, removed his socks and then reached out to unbuckle his belt. As I did so, my hands hovered above his massive cock bulge and I made sure I didn't get near it.

But his jeans had a button-down fly and there was no way around it.

As I undid each button, I could feel the size and firmness of his cock below. By the time I got to the fourth button, I could see his white boxer briefs below. I thought his cock bulge was getting a little larger. But I figured that was just wishful thinking.

Unfortunately, the swelling of my cock wasn't. It was a definite reality.

With his pants opened up, I grabbed the ends of his jeans and pulled.

Leaning on his elbows, Carlos tried to help me by lifting his hips up. But it didn't do any good. The jeans stayed where they were. Carlos's legs were so huge that the only way I was going to get his jeans off was the same way I got his sleeves down his massive arms.

I looked up at Carlos.

"When I tell you, lift up your hips again." Carlos nodded.

I grabbed the sides of his jeans and said, "Okay, up!" I could feel Carlos raise his hips, practically pushing his cock into my face.

I pulled his jeans down fast and they came down easily to the top of his thighs. I was surprised but had forgotten that his pants were loose in the waist because they were a couple of inches bigger than his actual waist size.

Unfortunately, I didn't realize that I had also grabbed his boxer briefs under my fingers as well.

When I pulled his jeans down, his briefs came down with them. Carlos's cock popped into view and lay against his right leg, full and meaty.

It took me a few seconds to realize what had happened.

Shocked, I looked up at Carlos.

He started laughing and fell back on the bed. I tried to pull his briefs back up, but by then, Carlos had let his hips down.

"Carlos, SHIT! I'm sorry, man!"

Lying on his back, Carlos kept laughing. After a moment, I could hear his slurred voice.

"Goddamn, Ian. If you wanted to see my cock, you should have just asked."

"Fuck head! I didn't do it on purpose! Now shut up and help me."

I rose and began trying to pull them back up, when I heard the laughter die down. As he continued to lay there, I heard his soft voice.

"Why? It's no big deal. Just leave them off."

"No way, man. Now lift up."

Carlos's head came up off the bed. It was swaying, and he kept blinking his eyes, as if trying to stay awake.

"Mano, just get on with it. I don't care. I'm . . . getting a little . . . tired."

His head fell back slowly. After a few moments, I could feel his body relax.

Fuck it, I thought. If he didn't care, then neither did I.

I started pulling his jeans and briefs down, struggling to pull them over his huge legs. After a few moments of pulling, I hollered, "C'mon, Carlos, help me."

He neither moved nor answered and I started getting pissed. With a final yank, I managed to get the jeans over his thighs. I grabbed the ends near his feet and pulled. After a minute, both his jeans and underwear were off his legs and on the floor.

I was sweating from the exertion and looked over at Carlos.

"Well, I hope you're hap . . ."

Carlos was lying flat on the bed, eyes closed, not moving. I moved closer to the bed and looked carefully at him. I heard a light snore and realized he was asleep.

###

I couldn't believe it.

Carlos . . . my friend . . . my brother . . . the hottest, sexiest man I'd ever known . . . was lying on my bed, sound asleep, and completely nude. Even though I felt guilty for doing it, I couldn't help but look at his beautiful body.

My gaze traveled from his face to his massive chest, lingered on his tight, defined abs, and came to rest on his cock. Carlos's soft cock was surrounded by a neatly trimmed bush of black hair. It was uncut, about 5 inches long and thick. The smooth shaft was a beautiful shade of brown, capped by a large head and covered by his foreskin. I could only imagine what it looked like hard. His balls were just as striking - smooth, hairless and larger than most that I had seen. I thought about the massive bulge I'd always seen whenever he wore his boxer briefs. Now understood where it came from. Without a doubt, Carlos was packing an impressive piece of meat.

As I continued to look at Carlos's cock, the urge to reach out and suck it into my mouth was strong. But I knew I'd be no better than Beto if I tried to take advantage of him while he was asleep. Licking my lips, I suppressed the urge.

But it was hard.

Damn hard.

Carlos's legs were hanging over the edge of the bed and they were even more remarkable. His leg muscles were massive, and his calves extended from just below his knees and spread out like teardrops. I could imagine lifting those legs up and spreading those hard ass cheeks. I’d lick and tongue his virgin hole until it opened up and let me in.

Hesitantly, I reached out and pushed his left knee.

"Carlos?"

No answer.

I pushed harder on his knee and raised my voice.

"Carlos?"

Other than a very slight movement of his head, there was no response.

Carlo's entire body was a stunning display of muscle and beauty from head to toe. The more I looked at it, the more I wanted to just feel it. Hold it. Stroke it.

Slowly, I lay down on my side next to Carlos, looking at his face. I reached over and put my hand on his chest. There was still no reaction from the sleeping muscle hunk.

I looked over at his chest and gently began to rub his pecs. As my fingers passed over the pink nipples, I saw them get hard, like sexy little pebbles. A wave of desire started building in me and I began running my hand over more and more of his chest.

Carlos's scent was powerful. I learned over further and started nuzzling him, planting gentle kisses on his shoulders and neck.

It was almost like a dream! The friend I'd loved for so long was next to me and I was feeling and kissing him. My hand started moving down his chest to his abs, while my lips were moving from his neck towards his mouth.

As the sexual heat increased, the longing to take Carlos was getting harder to ignore. I lifted my head and was about to kiss him full on the lips when his eyes opened.

It was as if time stood still. I don't know how long Carlos looked at me with unsteady eyes. But as he looked at me, that smile I knew so well spread slowly across his face. I looked at him with unconcealed lust and gently brought my lips down on his.

I started kissing him softly and practically melted when I felt him start to kiss back. Our kisses became harder and more urgent. Suddenly, he opened his lips and the tip of his tongue was pushing against mine, trying to get inside. I sucked in his tongue, kissing him with more passion than I'd ever kissed another man.

I couldn't get enough of Carlos. I rolled over on top of him and he slowly brought his arms around me. I was kissing his cheeks, his nose, his mouth. Anything that was a part of his face. Our first gentle kisses had turned into a match of kissing domination, with each trying to kiss the other harder . . . deeper . . . stronger.

The waves of desire had completely washed over me. Not only was my heart racing and my breathing heavy, my cock was at full mast. Even more amazing was that I could feel Carlos's hard cock beneath me.

I continued kissing Carlos and slowly moved down to his chest. As my lips reached his pecs, I licked the hard muscle. Carlos groaned and writhed until my mouth reached his nipple. It was still rock hard, and I sucked it in my mouth. Gasping, Carlos came up off the bed. I couldn’t get enough of his hot nipple in my mouth and kept sucking and biting it.

After a few moments, I ran my tongue down the edge of his pec, licking the sweat in the deep cleft between, and continued up the edge of his other pec. Quickly, I put his other nipple in my mouth and started sucking it with a vengeance. Carlos was groaning in pleasure and started running his fingers through my hair, trying to hold my head in place.

But I was having none of that. Within moments, my tongue and mouth were licking and sucking all over his chest. I thrust his arms away from my head and continued my assault.

"Ian . . . Ian . . ."

Carlos's weak voice pierced through my haze of lust. But I was so delirious with hunger for the body I'd wanted for so long, I ignored it.

I started moving back up to kiss him again and my hard cock rubbed over his. Carlos was still hard underneath me and I wondered how big his massive meat had become.

I still had my clothes on but was about to remedy that quickly. I rose up slightly, pulled off my shirt, and almost went wild when I felt his strong pecs and abs rub against me. Reaching under me, I unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts, and started pushing them down, along with my bikini briefs.

Carlos must have felt what I was doing. I could hear his voice, woozy from his alcoholic fog.

"Ian . . . wait . . . let’s uhhh . . ."

He was still mumbling when I finished pushing my shorts and briefs down my legs and kicked them off. Carlos and I were now both totally nude.

My throat tightened, and I was light headed. I couldn't believe how intense it felt with my bare body touching Carlos. But the most incredible feeling was the caress of my hard meat against Carlos's thick, meaty cock. The feeling was so passionate, I started moving my hips, rubbing our cocks together harder and harder. After a few moments, I could hear Carlos's whispering.

"Fuuuuck . . ."

I put my arms around him, grinding harder against his cock. I could feel his body respond, pushing against me and surrendering to our sexual heat.

"Fuuuuck . . . godddddaaaamn . . ."

As Carlos kept writhing and softly moaning, I began to fear that if we continued what we were doing, it would lead us down a path that we had never traveled in our friendship. And the consequences could be devastating for both of us.

But the feel of Carlos beneath me . . . his moans of ecstasy as he surrendered more and more . . . the thought of finally having the body I'd wanted for years . . . all these conspired to override my rationality. I started slowly moving down his body, kissing, sucking, and licking every inch, and heard him groan quietly.

"Oh fuck . . . shit . . ."

As he groaned, his squirming got harder, more intense, more urgent.

I kept sliding down his body, pushing his legs apart as I went between them. My mouth traveled over his tight abs and his cock kept rubbing against my cheek. My mouth was so hungry to get that slab of meat inside, I finally pulled up and looked at it.

His swollen meat was at least seven inches and thick. The foreskin had pulled back over a large pink, mushroomed head, which glistened. I could feel my mouth water and started to reach out and grab it. But as I reached out, I hesitated, knowing that once I touched Carlos's cock, we would be past the point of no return.

I looked up at Carlos's face. His eyes were closed, and he was quietly moaning. I paused a minute, then spoke for the first time since we had started kissing.

"Carlos . . . you okay?"

Silence. Carlos just lay there, moaning softly, and barely moving. I knew he was still boozed up and didn't know if he knew what was going on. I started to speak again, when I saw the tip of his tongue come out and moisten his lips.

I watched carefully.

And the sign I wanted from him so desperately slowly appeared.

He smiled.

It was lopsided, and you could tell he was still drunk. But it was a smile nevertheless.

I smiled back . . . and closed my hand around Carlos's thick cock.

Carlos's body jumped, and he gasped.

I stuck my tongue out and gently licked the moist, pink head. Another strong tremor erupted from Carlos's body and I started licking more and more of his sensitive cock head. The taste of his precum was an aphrodisiac, and my lips and tongue started wetting down the sides of his long shaft.

Carlos's entire body was wiggling, and it was hard to keep my lips on it. After a few minutes of stroking and licking, I finally took the head in my mouth and started sucking the cock I had only dreamed about.

As my mouth went down Carlos's dick, an erratic loud groan erupted, and his head came up off the bed.

I wrapped my lips tighter on the brown hunk of meat and kept sucking. Carlos started beating his arms against the bed as my head went up and down his cock. After a few minutes, the flailing started to die down and I felt Carlos's hips start to move.

It was hard for me to believe, but Carlos was trying to fuck my mouth. He was still wasted, and the movement was erratic, but he was trying. I felt him grab my head, like he did before, but this time it was gentler, as if only wanting me to stay in place so he could steady himself.

Carlos continued to fuck my mouth, but his drunken movements were getting weaker. But, drunk or not, there was no way I was going to let his cock go without cumming and splashing his jizz down my throat.

I tightened my lips and slid my mouth faster up and down his cock. As I deep throated his meat, I reached up across his tight abs and found his nipples. They were still hard little points of fire.

I started pinching and twisting his nipples and squeezing his pecs. Wasted though he was, Carlos started squirming and moaning again. The harder I sucked, the more I twisted those sensitive little bullets. I could hear his breathing get heavier and felt his cock get harder. I knew he was only moments away from blasting a load.

Carlos tried to fuck my mouth again but couldn't steady his hips. I reached underneath him, grabbed the edges of his ass, and started pushing him harder into my mouth. He started a low whine and I could feel the huge mushroom head get bigger. I pulled up slightly, so his cock wasn't so deep in my throat when shot his load.

Several bursts of cum hit my throat and I felt a flow of warm cream. It filled my mouth rapidly and I swallowed quickly. My hands were still on the edges of Carlos's ass and it flexed five, six, seven times as he got his nut. There was so much jizz, I could feel some of it ooze out of my lips and drip down the sides of his cock.

I kept Carlos's cock in my mouth and kept swallowing his cum as his climax slowly subsided. His body was spent, and I could feel him relax as it came down off its high. I kept sucking, trying to get as much of his sweet cream as I could. Finally, when I could get no more, I let it go from my mouth with an audible pop.

My body was slick with sweat and I slowly looked up from between Carlos's legs. The view was surreal. Carlos's cock was hanging down over his balls, mere inches from my face. I rose a little and could see that his body was drenched in sweat. There were numerous slight red abrasions all over his chest and abs, where my kissing and sucking had been intense. Carlos's head was laying back on the bed and there was no movement from his body. I smiled slightly and could only imagine what was going through his tequila-laced brain about his first blow job from a man.

With his meaty cock hanging down in front of me, I started looking at his lower body more carefully. His legs were smooth and had just a smattering of hair below his knees. I took a deep breath and could smell the strong scent of sex in the room.

My lust started growing again and I reached out my tongue and licked the inside of his right leg. My tongue just glided on the muscle. Soon, I was licking longer and harder up the inside of his leg, coming closer and closer to his cock and balls.

Carlos didn't move, and I continued to lick and kiss both his inner thighs. I was hard, and my tongue started snaking its way toward Carlos's cock again. As I licked the velvety tip of his head, I reached out and lifted it up.

Despite my efforts, Carlos's cock wouldn't get hard again. I licked the sides and sucked on his balls, but to no avail. Frustrated, I pulled his body closer to the edge of the bed and pushed his legs farther apart, so I could lift his nut sack and lick below it.

Carlos still didn't move. But I could smell his scent of sweat and sweet musk. It turned me on even more.

As I lifted his sack, I started to stick out my tongue . . . when I stopped dead in my tracks.

Underneath Carlos's nuts was the smooth strip of skin that led to his ass crack. It's called the perineum, but I often refer to it as the "taint" . . . because it "taint" his balls and it "taint" his ass!

It is an extremely erotic area. But, even more important, I knew that if I kept following along that taint, I would find Carlos's asshole hidden between those hard cheeks of muscle.

His tight asshole. His virgin, tight asshole. That had never been fucked before.

I began to breathe faster, and my heart quickened.

I ducked down under Carlos's legs and moved them until they were on my shoulders. I tried raising up. But his legs were so heavy, I couldn’t lift them. I put my hands under his feet and tried raising up again.

Slowly . . . gradually . . . those heavy hunks of muscle began to rise.

As they rose, I thought Carlos would stir. But not a sound or movement came from him. Finally, I managed to get them up and push them back towards his chest. I looked down and swallowed heavily at the sight that greeted me.

I had dreamed about Carlos's sexy, muscular ass for years. And the sight of it now was even better than I had imagined.

It was the same shade of brown as the rest of his body, completely smooth, and not a hair in sight. His ass was so hard and muscled, that he had a deep ass crack that was clenched tight. I ran my finger down the crack and it barely parted. Obviously, it was not going to give up Carlos’s asshole so easily!

I moved my hands down and began to pull apart those firm muscle cheeks. My lust was getting out of control as I manhandled those mounds of muscle and I pulled harder to get to the Promised Land. I kept squeezing my fingers deeper in his crack, pulling his cheeks apart, when suddenly, my prize appeared.

Finally looking at Carlos’s tight little asshole made me light headed.

Like the rest of him, there wasn’t a hair in sight. It was barely more than a little slit and I knew that no finger, and especially no cock, had ever been up inside it. As my finger touched it, the brown pucker started winking, opening and closing.

I could resist no longer.

I leaned over, flicked out my tongue, and tentatively lapped at the winking hole. Each time I tongued the hole, it winked more urgently, as if wanting more and more attention. I started rimming Carlos’s entire ass crack and I could feel him stir for the first time since he’d shot his load.

I licked and tongued his ass harder, trying to get the tip inside his virgin hole. I could feel it start to open just a little bit and I tongued more urgently, pushing against his protective gate. Finally, the muscle gave ground a little and my tongue started going in. Deeper. And deeper.

Carlos started groaning again as his previously untouched fuck hole opened and let my tongue in. I was getting more and more of it inside that moist, velvety tunnel and started rimming the hell out of Carlos’s ass.

After a few minutes of heavy rimming, his ass opened a little more and I started touching the winking flesh again with the tip of my finger. Carlos’s hole was so wet, I was able to insert my finger slightly. The farther my tongue went in and the more my finger advanced, Carlos’s groans got louder and his squirming harder.

The site of this nude, masculine muscle hunk groaning and writhing as I tongued and fingered his ass sent me over the edge.

No matter how much I tried to resist the thoughts . . . resist the desire . . . I couldn’t resist it any longer.

I wanted to fuck Carlos.

No. I HAD to fuck Carlos.

In my mind, I knew it wasn’t right.

I knew he had come to me months ago as his friend and brother.

I knew he was in pain from the separation from his family.

I knew he was drunk and wasn’t thinking clearly.

Above all, I knew he was straight. And that meant that sex with another man was not something that he was interested in.

But I also knew that I had lusted after Carlos for more years that I could remember.

I had dreamed about his perfect body, his hot muscle ass, and that tight, fiery hole.

And the dreams had now become reality.

Here he was in front of me, on my bed, lying on his back with his legs up, and my finger fucking his flawless ass. My hormones shut down my rational side and I gave in to my long denied sexual desire.

I reached over, opened the drawer of my night stand, and pulled out a bottle of lube. Even though Carlos’s ass was still wet from my rimming, I wanted it nice and slick for my cock.

I poured the lube all over my hand and started wiping it inside his ass crack and fingering it inside his hole. Despite having had my tongue and finger in it, Carlos’s ass was still tightly shut.

As the lube penetrated, my finger slid inside. But it had to fight for every centimeter. I started fingering him again and a smile crept up my face as I heard his groans start.

“Just wait, Carlos,” I thought quietly. “You ain’t felt nothing yet!”

I continued fingering that virgin ass when suddenly, I heard him say in an unsteady voice, “Wha . . . what . . . what are you . . . doing?”

I was silent as I kept trying to finger him. His groaning started again, and I inserted a second finger into his ass. Goddamn, that motherfucker was TIGHT! I poured more lube on my fingers and tried to widen his hole even more. Carlos started gasping.

“Fuuuck . . . shit . . . oh shiiiiiit . . .”

I continued pouring more lube on my fingers and pushing more and more of it inside his ass.

Carlos kept gasping and gave off short yelps from time to time. His tight hole was starting to loosen up more and more, and my fingers twisted around easier.

Soon, both of my fingers were inside his hot hole up to the first knuckle. And even though Carlos was still groaning, his yelps had stopped. I grinned as I felt his hole relax a little more. I got my fingers in deeper.

Even though his hole was still tight, my fingers were sliding in and out easier. After a few more moments of fingering his ass, I pulled my fingers out, reached down, and wrapped my hand around my cock. I wanted it completely slick with lube so that it eased my entry into Carlos’s ass.

Within seconds, my hand was gliding easily along my hard shaft.

I knew the time had come to do what I had wanted for so long.

To fuck Carlos Rivera's hot . . . tight . . . straight . . . muscle ass.

I stood over Carlos, spread his legs and pushed them back farther to open his ass. He had stopped groaning but was still moving slightly, as if trying to wake up from a bad dream. Grabbing my cock, I slid my hand over it one more time and placed the head against the slick opening of Carlos's asshole.

My heart was beating wildly in my chest and I was short of breath. I looked at my cock. It was throbbing and just waiting to begin its long-awaited journey into Carlos's ass.

Slowly . . . firmly . . . I pushed against his hole.

Even with all my rimming, fingering, and lubing, his ass muscle was still tight and wouldn't let me in. As I pressed harder, Carlos started groaning and the muscle began to give. The hole opened slightly, and I pressed forward.

Little by little, I watched my cock slowly disappear into Carlos's ass. His groaning got louder.

After a few moments of resistance, the muscle finally gave up and I watched as inch after inch quickly disappeared inside.

Within seconds, my entire 6-inch cock was buried to the hilt in Carlos's no longer virgin ass.

The feeling was unbelievable!

In my wildest fantasies, I never thought being inside Carlos’s ass would feel like this. My cock was engulfed in a tight, hot, wet fold of muscle. It was almost as if I had shoved my cock inside a jar of warm honey.

I closed my eyes to savor the feeling and could hear a groan from deep within Carlos's throat. I opened my eyes and saw his tense face . . . his arms pushing feebly against the bed.

I stood still 15 seconds . . .

30 seconds . . .

A minute . . .

Savoring the pulsating warmth of Carlos’s tight ass.

As his ass adjusted to my cock inside it, Carlos’s face and arms began to relax.

Gently, I pulled my cock back, leaving just the head inside his still snug hole. I poured more lube on it and carefully pushed it back in. His body tensed up as my cock filled his ass and relaxed again as I pulled it back. I continued to slowly slide my cock in and out of his tight hole, getting faster as Carlos’s ass started to relax and accept its first hard fuck.

It was hard for me to believe.

I was finally doing it. I was actually fucking him.

I was FUCKING Carlos!

And the feel of his fiery hole around my cock was just incredible.

The longer I fucked his ass, the more it sucked my cock back in, caressing it, as if not wanting it to leave. I started humping faster and faster and soon, I was fucking Carlos hard. Like I'd always wanted.

At first, I could hear him moan every time I slammed into his sweet little fuck hole. But once that tight ass opened up and let me in, the moans became more like little whimpers.

I hated to admit it, but Beto was right.

Carlos's ass was perfect. Ab-so-lute-ly perfect.

And it was made to be fucked.

As I continued banging those perfects mounds of muscle, I looked at Carlos.

His eyes were closed again, and he was breathing faster. I leaned down and started kissing him. Softly at first, and then more passionately. He didn't respond.

But, after a few moments of kissing him, I felt the tiniest movement in his lips. I slowed my fucking down and dicked his ass with long, loving strokes. I could feel my cock rubbing his prostate, and heard his whimpers return. I kept drilling his love nut and pushed my tongue between his lips. He whimpered again, and I felt the tip of his tongue touched mine.

A wave of love surged through me and I kissed him harder. It was as if the earlier magic had returned. I was fucking him hard, and he was kissing back, with a feeling and hunger that was indescribable.

I reached under his arms and grabbed him in a hug, as we fucked and kissed. And fucked and kissed. And fucked and kissed.

I felt Carlos's thick cock beneath me and was surprised to find it was hard again.

But what really surprised me was when I suddenly felt Carlos spread his legs wider, letting my cock get deeper in his hot muscle ass.

My nuts were churning, and I knew that I was about to shoot my load.

We were both on such a high of hugging, kissing, and fucking, that nothing else mattered.

I heard a high-pitched groan from Carlos and I knew he was about to cum. As I felt his body tense up, I broke our hug and started fucking him faster. Carlos's groan turned into a scream and suddenly, he let loose.

Blast after blast of cum flew out of his fat cock and landed everywhere. His chest, his face, even past his head on the bed. I don't know how many times he shot, because my nuts were about to unload, too.

I fucked Carlos faster . . . and harder . . . and faster . . . and harder.

Faster. Harder. Faster. Harder. Faster . . .

As I threw a final fuck into his ass, my jizz suddenly flew out the end of my cock. It shot load . . . after load . . . after load . . . into the hot, deep recesses of Carlos's ass.

It was so intense, I felt like I was shooting a continuous stream of cum. It kept going . . . and going . . . and going . . .

As it slowed, an intense feeling of weariness came over me. I slumped down on top of Carlos, breathing heavily.

His own chest was covered in cum and he lay there, taking deep breaths as well.

After several minutes, our breathing started returning to normal. I rolled off and lay on my back next to him. He was barely moving, and it was obvious that we were both exhausted.

After what seemed like hours, I leaned over and looked at Carlos. His eyes were closed but he must have felt me move. His eyes began to flicker open and it took him a few moments to focus. Finally, he turned and looked me in the eye, his face impassive.

As I looked at him, the enormity of what we had just done hit me.

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I didn’t know what to say.

Carlos continued to look at me and I had no idea what I could say. Or even if I should say anything.

All I knew at that moment, was that Carlos had come home drunk. And we ended up having one of the hottest fucks I’d ever experienced.

But as I lay there on my side, the guilt feelings started creeping in to my consciousness.

How could I have done it? How could I have taken my closest friend in the world, helped him in his time of need, protected him against a friend who wanted to fuck him, and then end up fucking him myself?

So many questions . . . and no answers. Although, if I was being brutally honest with myself, I would have admitted the truth.

The truth was . . . I did it because I wanted to. I had wanted to for years. And I had finally given in to my deepest, darkest longings and fucked the straightest, the hottest, and the tightest ass I had desired for so long.

All these thoughts swirled through my head as I looked at Carlos.

But the big question was . . . what was HE thinking about?

Carlos finally looked away, stared at the ceiling, and licked his lips. Without the inhibiting stare from his beautiful brown eyes, it made it easier for me to speak.

“Carlos . . .”

No answer.

“Carlos . . .”

Silence.

“Carlos . . . I’m . . . I’m . . . sorry.”

Carlos continued to stare at the ceiling and lick his lips. I was about to get up when, out of the corner of my eye, I saw his head turn and look at me.

“Why?” he murmured in a quiet voice.

“What do you mean why?” I answered in a shocked voice. “It’s obvious”.

“What’s obvious?”

I didn’t answer and wondered if his brain was still messed up from his drinking.

I lay there with an incredulous look on my face. Carlos continued to stare at me and the silence became uncomfortable. I started to speak, when just a hint of a smile appeared on Carlos’s face and he spoke again.

“What’s obvious?”

“What’s obvious?” I repeated. “Carlos, you DO know what just happened, don’t you?”

Carlos gave a short little laugh and said, “Yeah. Do you?”

I was floored.

And getting a little angry at the same time.

I raised my voice and said, “DO I?!! Carlos, we just had SEX! You and me!”

As he continued looking at me, the smile on his face got a little wider.

“You know, you the straight guy and me the gay guy? We just had SEX!”

Still smiling, Carlos turned towards me, looked down and said, “Yeah, Ian. I know. I mean . . . I’m still sorta fucked up from all the tequila. But . . .” he paused a minute. “Yeah, it happened.”

“And you’re not pissed?”

Carlos looked back at me and tried to shrug his shoulders.

“Welllll . . . I’m not really sure what I feel.” He paused again.

“It’s hard for me to say.”

He was silent for a moment, and then said, “But you’re acting like something’s wrong and it’s your fault or something.”

I looked at him and said, “Well yeah, it was my fault. I couldn’t control myself. I mean, you’re straight, Carlos. It’s not like I’m a girl who jumped your buns.”

I hung my head. Carlos’s voice came back stronger.

“Ian, I already told you. I know you wanted me. I could tell you wanted to have sex. I’ve known that for years.”

He grinned and said, “It’s not like I never noticed the way you look at me. I mean . . .” he hesitated, “. . . you know, it is what it is. So, there’s nothing for you to be ashamed of.”

“But I took advantage of you! You were passed out and I started sucking your cock and then fucked you! I am ashamed of that!” I cried. “And I’m sorry. So, so, so sorry that I did that!”

Carlos shrugged and said, “Okay yeah, I see your point. But . . .” he stopped.

“But what?”

Carlos hesitated. “Did you . . . did you . . . ever think that maybe . . . I sorta wanted it too?”

I looked at him, completely dumbfounded. He rushed on.

“Yeah. That’s right. I wanted it, too.” He paused and then grinned.

“Welll . . . I could have done without the ass fucking! That shit was weird!”

Then, with a serious look, he said, “Look Ian, you’re my best friend. You’ve been there for me for so long and I love you like a brother. I mean, really love you, like a brother.”

Carlos stopped, licked his lips again, and in a louder voice said, “I’ve been through hell with Rosa. I miss my kids. GOD how I miss my kids! My life has turned upside down. It’s just been hell! I was so down tonight, and I just want all this shit to end.”

He stopped again, took a deep breath, and in a gentler voice said, “But even with all this shit, I knew I could come here and be at peace. I knew that there was someone here who really loved me. Not just loved me . . . but wanted me. And I needed that, Ian. I NEEDED that!”

That gorgeous smile I fell in love with so many years ago appeared.

“So, I came home because I needed to feel that love. For someone to touch me. And hold me. And let me know my life is not a complete, total FUCK UP!”

His smile got a little broader.

“So yeah, I let you strip me. I was pretty drunk, but I wanted you to see my body. When you started touching and kissing me, I felt . . . I don’t know . . . alive! And loved.”

He turned over and lay on his back again. I looked at him, trying to absorb everything he had said.

“So yeah,” he continued, “I wanted it to happen. I was hoping it would.”

He paused a moment and then chuckled. “I have to admit, I was surprised when you started sucking me. But it felt good. I’ve just never had a guy suck my cock before. At least . . . none that I know of!” he laughed.

“And honestly? I liked getting my ass licked. I think I could get off on that, too!”

Carlos turned his head and looked at me somberly.

“But the fucking . . .” He paused.

“The fucking . . . I don’t know about that, mano. I mean, that motherfucker wasn’t easy!”

A small smile appeared on his face.

“But . . . I have to admit, it did feel hot though at the end. I don’t know what you did or what you were poking inside me that felt so good. But I’ve never shot like that before! It was intense!"

He paused again and shrugged his shoulders.

"So, who knows? Maybe if I get drunk enough, I might try it again sometime.” His smile widened.

“But not right now.”

I laughed, and Carlos reached over and gave me a hug.

“You’re still my mano, Ian. You always will be.”

Grinning, he continued, “I guess maybe we both got what we needed tonight. I needed you . . . and you needed me.”

“But what we both need right now is a shower!”

I laughed, and said, “Given how much you were wasted, you need a COLD shower!”

I reached over and caressed his cheek.

“You sure you’re okay? You’re feeling up to it? Or do you just want to go to sleep?”

Carlos smiled and grabbed my hand on his cheek.

“Yeah, I’m still buzzing. But I’m okay. I just need a shower before I go to sleep.”

I smiled. “You go ahead,” I said. “I'll go after you.”

“Why?” Carlos asked, with a sly smile. “We can’t take one together? Or is my cock so big there’s not enough room for you?”

I laughed, and said, “Fuck you, Carlos!”

Carlos looked at me with that glint in his eye.

“I believe you just did!”

And started laughing his ass off, as he headed for the bathroom.