Boys Will Be Boys - Their First Time (35 page)

It was then that I spotted the amyl nitrite on the floor next to me. Quickly opening it, I extended my hand over a shoulder. She leaned forward, took a long hit and I did the same.

That familiar rush consumed us again as we spiraled up and up and up. The only thing in the world that existed w
as
two cocks
–
one being frantically masturbated and one caressing the inner walls of my ass. I was so intensely focused on our genitals that I heard nothing and was aware of nothing else except the fantastic pleasure she was giving me.

Candy
’
s rod stiffened even more inside of me and convulsed a few times. Knowing she was about to cum drove me over the edge, too. The sensation of her hot, hard cock in my ass and the fire in my balls caused me to start ejaculating a seemingly endless stream of semen.

When I felt dizzy and lowered my head, Candy started fucking me at a maddening pace. Her hot cream was bathing my prostrate and exciting me even more. I came and came and she came and came, and I knew I was in love.

After we rested for about two minutes, Candy made me stand. She knelt in front of me and sucked me off again until I came in her mouth. I didn
’
t cum as much as I had before
,
But nevertheless, it was great to see that beautiful woman on her knees in front of me with her lively tits bouncing and her voluptuous lips sliding up and down the length of my cock in that loving way she did it.

* * *
* *

That evening in bed, Candy taught me another way to make love to a man. After prepping her ass with the remainder of the KY-Jelly
–
I vowed to keep a generous supply in the house from then on
–
I waited for her to get onto all fours. Instead, she remained on her back and seductively whispered,
“
Get on top of me, lover.
”
In that position, our kisses were even more passionate than they had been earlier.

“
I never believed I would enjoy this so much,
”
I mumbled between her sensuous, parted lips.

Candy smiled and slid her tongue across the inner flesh of my upper lip before saying,
“
I
’
m going to teach you lots of nice things.
”

Slowly, she drew her knees toward her shoulders while reaching for my stiff cock. Pressing its glans against her puckered anus, Candy whispered,
“
Push it in. Two men can fuck in this position, too.
”

The next half hour was unbelievable. With neither of us in a hurry, I fucked Candy
’
s tight tunnel of love while alternating between lust filled kisses and sucking her responsive tits. All the while, I slowly masturbated her hot, throbbing cock.

By the time we were ready to cum, I was deep in her ass; her tender legs were curled around the small of my back, and each tongue was searching for the other
’
s soul. With our hearts racing and our arms tightly embracing one another, we wanted to continue that act forever.

After our simultaneous orgasm was complete, we remained in that position. My stomach was bonded to hers with the help of Candy
’
s warm semen. And
,
I was in love.

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Mickey Erlach

A few months ago, this hot little Mexican muscleman walked into the Pub, a hustler dive on
Santa Monica Boulevard
in
Hollywood
, where I was killing some time having a drink.

Now this stud had one of those rugged brute faces like a boxer and this sexy air about him that lured you to him like a magnet.
He wore baggy black jeans, a blue baseball cap on backwards, and a black and blue checkered flannel shirt
,
which was rolled up to his big biceps and completely unbuttoned
,
so I could see his superb pecs and abs.

With his hot, muscular body and smooth milk chocolate colored skin, he looked like a Mexican Marky Mark.
When I spotted him, I said out loud,
“
What a stud!
”

He turned around and came up to me.
“
Hey, don
’
t I know you?
”
he asked with a big sexy smile, exposing his glittering white teeth.
His thick raven-black hair with a
six
-inch braid at the back was slicked back with brilliantine.

A thick but neatly trimmed mustache sprouted above his sexy brown lips.
He told me his name was Carlos.
He laughed when I called him Mr. Carlitos.
He said he liked that.

I asked him what he wanted to drink
,
and he said a Tequila.
So I bought him a shot of Cuervo
,
which he gulped down.
He looked around for a second
t
hen told me to follow him to the men
’
s room at the back of the bar.
I waited about half a minute and then followed him.

When I went inside, Carlitos was standing in front of the toilet, leaning against the wall.
He had stuck his shirt in his back pocket to expose his beautiful pecs
,
which were capped by thick, black nipples.
His jeans were pulled down mid-thigh and his cock jutted out over his big brown balls.
He was fisting it wildly getting it good and hard for me.

I sat on the toilet and started to lick his neatly furrowed abs and slab-like pecs.
Then I stuck my face into his funky armpits.
Fuck!
His hot, smelly pits were ripe and musky, just like a real studman
’
s pits should be.

I sucked the little Mexican stud
’
s ripe brown cock for about
five
minutes.
My nose was buried in his hot, musky pubes and the hot, man
smell rushed up my nostrils as I took his sweet cock all the way down my throat.
A few guys were coming in to take a piss, but Carlitos didn
’
t seem to mind, so I kept on sucking his fat Mexican cock.
After he shot a thick, sweet load of hot Mexican cum down my throat, he zipped up his
L
evis
and said
, “
Give me some money, I
’
ve been good to you.
”
I gave him
ten
bucks, but he asked for another
five
.
He asked me for my phone number and said he would call me the next day.

The next morning around
seven
, I got a collect call from Carlitos.
I accepted it
,
and we rapped for about half a
n
hour.
He told me he was from
Acapulco
, that he was working as a busboy in a downtown restaurant and that he lived with his family.
He said he wanted to see me again and asked if he could come to my house.

Even though I didn
’
t think he would rip me off, I was cautious.
I told him we could meet somewhere else.
I knew of this bathhouse on skid row.
It was
eight
bucks for a room and no questions asked.
I told him to meet me downtown.

Well, there he was in his black
L
evis
again, the baseball cap, and his shirt wide open
,
so you could see his thick, juicy muscles.
He was always smiling.
He said he had a present for me and gave me a dirty, smelly
T
-shirt and a pair of undershorts he had been wearing for a few days.
He also gave me a picture of him
self
posing like a muscleman and flexing his muscles on the beach.
He said he gave them to me
,
so I
’
d have something to remember him by.

I gave Carlitos
twenty
bucks.
I asked him if he was hungry and when he said he could use a meal, I took him to this Mexican restaurant
around the block
.
After we finished our lunch, he said he wanted a cigar
,
so I bought it for him.
He lit up the stogie and puffed on it as he leaned back with his powerful arms resting against the back of the booth and smiled at me.
“
I like to smell like a man,
”
he told me.
God, he was so fucking butch!

Afterwards, Carlitos and I went to the bathhouse.

After we got inside our cubicle, the first thing the stud
did was light up a joint.
After we both got stoned, he stripped and started to flex and pose for me.
He said he had just come from working out at a gym.
His muscles were thick and pumped up.

Fuck, he had a magnificent body!
Then started to suck on my tits.
He
’
d bite one nipple and twist the other one so fucking hard, I thought he
’
d rip it off.
He never wore underarm deodorant, so his hot manly smell was exhilarating.
I
’
d bury my face in his sweaty, hairy armpits and just breathe in those fantastic manly odors as I fisted my cock and he
’
d work on my nipples.
After that hot tit workout, I shot my wad.
Then he told me to suck his dick.
His cock was fucking beautiful.
It was thick and uncut with huge veins cris
s
crossing all over it.

He moaned hotly as I sucked on his cock.
I
’
d get him to lie down on his right side, lift up one of his legs, grab his butt and pushed his groin against my face to let that beautiful cock slide all the way down my throat.
His balls were huge, like two baseballs inside a soft leather pouch, and he loved me to suck on them while I stroked his sweet Mexican cock.

After a while, he said he wanted to fuck me
, s
o I hunched over the little bed in the cubicle
,
and he shoved his hard, spasming Mexican cock right up my asshole.
After about
five
or
six
short, brutal strokes, he laughed and shot his wad up my aching hole.

I saw Carlitos about two or three times a week after that
,
and I
’
d pay him between
fifteen
and
twenty-five
bucks a throw.
I
’
d lick his muscles, lick his smelly armpits and suck his dick and balls.
He
’
d work on my tits, I
’
d shoot my load and then he
’
d butt
fuck me.
He just shoved his cock right up my hole.

When I told him how much it hurt, he
’
d just laugh and he got off on it because it was like raping me.
The last time I saw him, he let me suck his butthole.
He squatted over my bobbing face
,
and I rimmed him for about
ten
minutes.

His sweet Mexican butthole was covered with all these sweaty little butt
hairs.
Carlitos moaned and groaned, really getting off on my licking his asshole.
Afterward, he jacked off and laughed as he shot a huge load of cum all over my face that almost blinded me.
Then he told me to lie face down.
He started punching my butt really hard.
He was getting pretty rough after a while
,
so I told him to cool it.
He closed his eyes, whacked off for about
three
minutes then shoved his cock up my ass and raped me again, pulled out his cock and shot his hot load all over my sore butt.

After that last encounter, I stopped hearing from Mr. Carlitos.
Maybe he lost my number.
And then again, maybe the whole thing just ran its course.
So, will I ever fuck him again?
It
’
s possible.
I’m sure h
e
’
s still out there hustling on
Santa Monica Boulevard
.

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