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Melting Pot - Chapter 22 by Rich Lobo
Of course, the other two boys had to check it out. They were talking and asking rapid file questions, when Jason had an AHA! moment. "It's a sling! I remember seeing one used on boyfriendtv! You lay in it, and it's the perfect height for a man to fuck you!" Jason went in the room to investigate... and probably climb up on it as well, but little Alex just turned to me: it looked like he had tears welling up in his eyes. He said "Jonas has been bragging about how good you and Mr. Neal fucked him. and and and you had this new toy too? I didn't have ANY fun! Stupid shopping!" He then dissolved into tears. I rushed over to my little guy, picked his heaving little body up, laid his head on my shoulders and began caressing his little head. Jonas stood there with his eyes cast down: he knew he shouldn't have been rubbing Alex's nose in it. This was behavior that needed some correction, but I didn't want to do in a too public way. Being bilingual has its advantages in situations like this. "Jonas," he looked up and looked into my eyes, "Aushorcher und Angeber sind des Teufels Netzeweber." (Loudmouths and braggarts weave the Devil's nets.,,, it rhymes in German) He looked down and said "Ich weiss (I know)," then in English "I'm sorry Alex. We really didn't use the sling thing."
My boy still sobbing, I knew there was some emotional maintenance to do. I turned to Atul and told him "my phone and wallet are over on the hallway table. Go ahead and order pizza, and if you would, please put the dirty towels and stuff in the washer and start it. We'll be back in about thirty minutes. I turned, carried Alex to our bedroom, and closed the door. I started rubbing his back, while pivoting left and right in a swinging/rocking motion. I told him "I know it isn't fair baby, but sometimes life just isn't all that fair. The best we can do is pick ourselves up, and start again." Alex then said "but I'm starting to get all `itchy' again." Jonas had inserted a new term to the boys' vocabulary: they now had a name for it. I sat him down back on his feet, and looked down at him. "That's why you're back here alone with me." I began undressing him. "You need to be taken care of, and you're getting a bit of personal service tonight." Shirt off, pants next. "I know that Mr. Cho has special plans for you after school tomorrow." Shoes, socks. Damn, he does have the cutest little toes: His foot is broad where the toes begin, but the foot is a good bit longer on his big toe side, and about two inches shorter on his little toe side. "That's why we left the sling up." Underwear off, brown little cock at full attention, with pink coronal ring ablaze. "Alex will be the star of the show tomorrow, and Jason and Jonas will be only have side roles. I took his whole cock into my mouth and established a vacuum. The little nest of black pubic hair tickled my upper lip. I pulled off, and asked him "and how does my master wish for his slave to serve him before the pizza arrives?"
Alex giggled. That was a joyful sound for me -- it meant all was forgiven. He asked me if we had time for me to give him an orgasm, and then massage his prostate until I make him cum. "I think it is possible, young sir. Why don't you go in the bathroom and start getting ready for that. I'll take off my clothes (how many times does that make today?), and come in to help you. I saw little brown buttcheeks race off, and round the corner toward the tub. Once disrobed, I walked in. He already had his butt on the edge of the toilet, little feet in the air, and he was filling himself with water. He looked up into my eyes -- and then down to my cock, which was surprisingly coming back to life. The wand was trapped by that perfect little ring of pink, and that was all the fodder my cock needed. We finished the cleaning process, washed up around the area, and I picked him up again, took him to the bed, and laid him down on the edge. His legs were spread out, so once again I latched onto his cock, and began giving him grade AAA service. When he appeared to be close to cumming, I pulled off, laid down on my back in the middle of the bed, spread my legs wide, and told him to fuck me. He seemed to be frozen in shock -- but only for a couple of seconds. I used that time to grab the lube, and put some on my hole. Once he snapped to, he jumped up, lined up, slammed in, and just started rabbit fucking my hole. He did NOT intend to miss this opportunity!
I squeezed down on my muscles to give him a bit of friction; that did the trick. Very soon, he just suddenly stopped, absolutely motionless. His face was frozen in a silent rictus of awe. I felt his cock spasming, so I shouted out loud enough for everyone outside to hear: "my little man is fucking me hard, Oh GOD! This feels so GOOD, OH! and now he's shooting his TEEN LOAD in my ASS for the first time! This feels awesome!" and it did, no lie. We both heard cries of "woohoo!" and "you go dog!" and "knall ihn einen rein!" (something like `pound him hard') and wolf whistles from outside. Once his first orgasm was over and he wound down a little. That grimace on his face turned to a look of the purest pride: I was so proud of him too! He'd be the top man (for real) on the totem pole with the other boys for a while now. He leaned forward, breaking the connection to whisper "Thank you" to me, but he then established a new one once his lips met mine. We kissed and tongue lashed for a few moments before I rolled us over to where I was on top. He relinquished his role, and wrapped his legs around my waist, continuing the kiss.
Grabbing the lube, I sat up and set both of us up for the finale to this quick one-act play. I took hold of both his feet with one hand, and pressed them into the headboard -- which effectively rounded and raised his ass upward, putting my cockhead on his round pink target, and pushed in all the way. After entry, both my hands took both his feet, and widened out the playing field. After a few complete thrusts, I looked in his eyes and told him this was going to be brutal and fast, because the pizza delivery guy really didn't need to know what was going on back here. He just looked up at me, and told me to pound him. That's good... because that's exactly what I did. Five minutes of fast, deliberate, merciless pounding. His head was rocking left and right, and out of his mouth came a string of prose that (as my grandmother used to say,) was so NASTY, it would "knock a buzzard off a shitwagon."
Alex: "Daddy fuck me. Spread me wide and pound your huge cock into my wet little pussy. I feel your hard daddy cock stretching out my little boy pussy. I can't wait for your huge daddy load to blow inside my little pussy and make it so wet. Oh God! You are really stretching my hole daddy .Please DAAAAAADDDDDYYY Tear me up daddy! Oh my God Oh my God Oh my God!!! This feels sooooo good. I was born to be a slut little pussy boy for my daddy, I only want my daddy's cock POUNDING me ALL THE TIME! DAAAAAADDDYYY!!!! Did Mr. Cho really fuck and breed Jason's pussy?
Me: "Yes son, he did. He spread Jason's legs really wide apart, and he fucked that little hole."
Alex: "Yeah? Did his daddy tear his little pussy up?"
Me: "Yes baby boy. He tore that pink little pussy up.
Alex: "Did he wreck that little pussy? Please tell me what it looked like."
Me: "Baby boy, he was brutal. He fucked him hard and fast. The little pussy looked so red, and it was opened up so wide."
Alex: "Oh please daddy, show me how Jason's daddy fucked his pussy! Please show me!"
Of course, I obliged -- pulling his legs even farther apart, speeding up the pace, and imitating to the best of my ability Jin Woo's position and action at the time.
Alex: "Oh daddy! I wish my papa would spread my legs and fuck me like this! I've seen his hard cock in the bathroom in the morning. It's big and brown and he has no foreskin and a big, shiny cockhead. I bet it would tear my pussy in half if he stuck it in. If you were my papa, how would you fuck me? Show me daddy! What would it feel like to have my daddy pound my pussy?"
Time for improvisation: I leaned forward, told him I was his papa, added lube, and hooked his legs at his knees with my arms. I pivoted my hips so that my cock would be pointing upward, and began hammering his prostate. As Juergen would say, Gnadenlos (mercilessly). I sat back up, releasing his legs, but Alex spread his own legs further apart, legs straight, nearly horizontal with the bed, and angled toward his head. He was granting me an additional half inch of depth to pound, which I did. With each out-thrust, my cock shaft was accompanied by a pink ring all the way around it, as if it was trying to strangle me. On the inbound thrusts, the pink ring disappeared. His smooth, brown ballsack drew up into a tight, wrinkled package, which of course my fingers simply needed to rub its growing contents, and I was fascinated by the flashes of pink at our junction until I was nearly mesmerized by its hotness, but time was short, and I was determined that this would be the climax. After only about a minute, Alex had his "episode." I kept it up until he came back, he began muttering "fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, etc..." and thus I continued until he approached another episode. At this point, I returned back to long strokes, while wrapping two fingers and my thumb tightly around his straining cock, pumping it until it blew its second load. It was thin, but powerful! Two little jets hit his chest, right between his dark brown nipples.
He looked down in awe of what he had just done, and looked up at me with a huge grin on his face. At that moment, I planted deep and unloaded whatever reserves I had. I carefully put some of my weight down on him, and drew him in for a kiss.
We held each other for a moment, and I engaged him in a bit of conversation about this thing he had said about his papa in the heat of passion. I asked him if he really did want to have sex with his papa. He just looked at me and said "Duh! I'm the only boy around here now whose father ISN'T fucking him." He did have a point there. I gave him a few suggestions. Perhaps he could tell his papa that he is noticing changes in his own body, and ask Felipe to answer some questions, and that could lead to talks about sex, and maybe lead to some "papa, would you show me..." Who knows where it might go, the worst thing Felipe could do is say "no." Alex's eyes brightened, and I could see the little gears in his head spinning. Alex was intelligent, and devilishly so. He'd figure something out.
Alex then pushed me up a bit, and announced he was starving. That was good, because we heard a knock on the door outside. The pizzas were here, and our timing had been perfect. We separated, scrambled around, cleaned ourselves up, and got dressed. There were cheers high-fives all around when we went back in to the living room, The boys all grouped up and were whispering to each other "dude, did you REALLY blow your load in Rich? That is so AWESOME dude", "what was it like?," "I'm hella jealous!," and other stuff like that: Alex was now "the man", a hero in their eyes, and I'm sure Tybee Island lighthouse couldn't be beaming any brighter than Jason was right now. I stopped by the kitchen and to get some juice and cups for us... and some napkins. Lots of napkins... perhaps a roll of paper towels would be better. The Pizzas didn't stand a chance, and before long, only two large boxes, one medium box, and a few crumbs remained.
It was getting close to 8:00 PM, and time for everyone to get home. None of the adults wanted for the boys to go home alone given the beast above, so Atul escorted Jason to his door, making sure he got in safely. Neal and I escorted Alex and Jonas upstairs. Just as our eyes reached the level of the second floor landing, we saw Rana standing there with murder in her eyes. The boys flinched when they saw her, but with firm hands on their shoulders, we marched them forward. It was a good time to teach them a lesson on how to overcome their fears. Neal turned to head to Alex's door, and Jonas and I marched right by her to Jonas' door. Rana began growling and muttering anew. Satisfied that the boys were safe, we met up, right in front of her, and walked down. Just as we reached the bottom landing, we saw one of last night's guards round the corner and swiftly head up to her. She shrieked, but he had already grabbed her arm before she could move. He said some sharp words to her before letting her arm go, and she skittered back into her own apartment.
When we got back, Atul noticed the concern in our faces. He asked what was wrong, and I replied that we saw Rana upstairs. Just then, Neal's phone pinged. He read the message out to us: "subject just threatened to gut all three boys alive, and then burn their bodies." It took both of us to hold Atul back, as he was now ready to commit a grave felony. Neal reminded him of the plan, and how important it was that we did not appear to show any malice toward Rana, on any full segment of the video, because that whole segment might be called into evidence by her attorneys. Again, Neal went through the plan with us (read: with Atul) to reinforce the importance of it going off well. He told us he would be back here in the afternoon well before the boys went off to their Webelos meeting (hmm. We hadn't told him about that... or had we?) Neal then curtly looked to me and said "Love ya!", and I said "Love ya too!. He then pivoted toward Atul and said "Love ya!"to which Atul -- who is always so very aware of things -- replied instantly with "Love ya too!". Neal just turned, exited, and shut the door.
With that, Atul attended to the remains of dinner, and I removed the stuff from the dryer, and put the stuff from the washer in to dry. I'll sort it all tomorrow. Noting that we both desperately needed a shower, we took a long, languid, sensual one together, carefully washing and then drying each other -- both of us too tired to be sporting any form of an erection. We crawled in bed, and snuggled together, going to sleep far sooner that we usually did. Tomorrow was a big day, and if Atul had not been in my arms, my dreams would've been fitful. With him, I slept peacefully and soundly.... Until,
"Live from Washington, it's NPR news, I'm Lakshmi Singh..." Moan. No, strike that; it's far more preferable than a blaring alarm, or some idiot morning DJ screaming absurd shit, or (God forbid!) Fox news screaming absurd shit. My arms were still full of Atul, who had turned in his sleep to face me and embrace me: I will NEVER tire of this. I just laid there lightly in his arms until his long black eyelashes (that any woman with any taste would kill for) began to flutter, finally opening to display those bejeweled and beautiful hazel eyes. I silenced the alarm, leaned forward, and gently kissed his lips; he returned the kiss. This morning, instead of jumping each other's bones, we just held each other: caressing each other's skin and face, running fingers through each other's hair, and generally having a blissful morning as a couple. We had a chat about possibly NOT having as much sex as we had been having lately... We'll see how that goes; the boys (including our three new straight -- strike that, "newly heteroflexible" men) will have needs as they figure out and learn to negotiate the brand new facets of their lives. We also comforted each other about what was likely going to happen today, and talking about how to manage things when the parents arrive, and more importantly, when their welcome would be over.
The whole time, we discussed this, Atul was examining my hands, holding them, caressing them, comparing my fingers with his own. This was powerfully romantic: our fingers are acutely sensitive organs. I found myself comparing his ring finger on his left hand with my own: his was about the size of my middle finger. Was I measuring him for a wedding band? Damn! I think I am! Don't get too far ahead of yourself sunshine! It was a lovely morning, and we did end up doing a bit of grinding down below, but nothing more than that. It was time for a shower -- together -- which featured a bit more grinding. While he was dressing for work, I threw together a tray with some toast and scrambled eggs (he'll eat eggs), jam and honey, a big pot of tea with two extra cups and plates, who knew who might be appearing out on the veranda with us this morning. I disarmed the flower pot, and set the table outside. Atul joined me, and we started breakfast. Suddenly, we heard the door opening above us, Rana again. I motioned for Atul to be quiet, reached back inside the door, and re-armed the flower pot. Sure enough, she wanted to vent her grievances to the world, and Atul looked up in shock at what she was screeching. Suddenly, a man in a dark suit was standing there in the middle of the parking lot. He shouted at her; "HEY!" and then pointed his finger at her, just before she shrieked, and went back inside, closing the door. She was losing it! I reached around and once again dis-armed the flower pot.
Atul wanted to know if this new rant had been recorded, and I nodded yes; he then grinned, noting that what she said would work against her. Atul translated a summary, omitting profanity, that she had announced to the entire public parking lot that she was still a virgin, thus indirectly stating that the marriage had not been consummated. This wench has SO painted herself into a jail cell! I hope her cellmates will be as charming as she is. Alex and Jonas came out -- this time SILENTLY!, and just behind them Juergen and Felipe came down as well. I asked Juergen "Dient ihr beide jetzt als Leibwaechter?" (are you serving as bodyguard?) Juergen cast his eyes up toward the apartment which Rana was currently occupying, and said "auf jeden" (of course.) I just pointed toward Juergen, and whispered to Atul "the boys' security guards": to which Atul replied "good". Seeing the extra cups, Juergen had a seat, and I poured him some tea, offering some to Felipe as well. Felipe said he had to get back upstairs -- that Carla had not been well in the mornings lately. Jin Woo also came outside with Jason, keeping a protective hand on his son's shoulder, and casting a glance upward as well. He also took a seat, and said all the neighbors have been texting each other, and they were all going to be extra watchful as Rana seemed to be getting worse, and that he would wait to see that his son was safely on the bus before going to work.
While the boys were out on the walkway horsing around with each other, I told Juergen and Jin Woo that the police may be visiting later in the day, and asked who would be making the Webelo's run. Jin Woo said that he had talked with Felipe, and decided Jin Woo would be chauffeur. That's good, I thought, that two of the boys would be away from the fracas. Juergen appeared to be on the same wavelength as I; he called the boys up to us, and asked if Jonas might like to go to the Webelos meeting with them, saying it would be a good chance to meet some new friends. All three of the boys excitedly said "YES!" Jin Woo, Atul, and I just nodded knowingly at Juergen: all the boys would be safely away. We heard the bus's brakes squeal as it started to make the corner down the street, and the boys gave all of us a hug and a kiss, with Axel taking some extra time with Jin Woo, whispering "Mr Cho? Are we still gonna have some extra fun time with that sling thing? I'm really excited about it!" Jin Woo, replied that he was also very excited to spend some special time with the "his other son", and kissed him on the top of his head. It was obvious to anyone watching that Alex jabbed his crotch (and likely a stiff nail) right into Jin Woo's thigh: Intelligent boy? Certainly. Subtle boy? Hell no. I had to explain to Juergen what that was all about, and inform him of the little party planned for Alex after school. The other boys hadn't been invited, so of course they would all be there as well. Of course, Juergen was also invited.
Felipe then came back down, apologizing for his abrupt departure earlier. He then explained why: It seems that the romantic interludes he and Carla had been enjoying the last few weeks had been fruitful: Carla was pregnant, and experiencing horrific morning sickness and mood swings. Now that was news! No wonder I hadn't seen her around in the morning lately. Anyway, as this was getting personal, I asked if Atul and I could talk with all them privately inside for a few minutes, and they all agreed, came inside, and we all sat around. I gave them all the general info regarding Rana and Atul: they were not surprised, and there was universal praise that Atul was finally getting rid of an onerous entity. I then told them all in some detail about the plan for the next two days, and said that it would be a good idea to keep the boys away from it. Juergen and Jin Woo agreed to coordinate keeping the boys sequestered, since Felipe needed to keep Carla on an even keel. Finally, I offered to Felipe that Alex was welcome to stay with me at any time for as long as needed -- we would make space. Jin Woo and Juergen made the same offer. Felipe was so thankful, telling us that he knew Alex was starting puberty, and the last thing anyone needed at home was TWO hormonal storms in the same space. We all had a good laugh at that!
Jin Woo, Atul, and Juergen both needed to get to work, so they excused themselves and left, telling me they'd try to be back here by 3:00 PM. Felipe hung around until after they had gone. That's when he said he had a favor to ask. We sat back down, and he began telling me his concerns:
Felipe: "Alejandro is growing up so quickly, and I'm not sure what to do or say. I know he cares about you a lot, and that you care for him as well. I hope you will let me know if there is anything I need to know. I think that Alejandro might be attracted to boys -- and that doesn't bother me, but I don't know what to say to him. I want to talk to him, and let him know he can come to me at any time with any questions. I also have been reading some things giving advice to fathers of gay sons, but am so clueless right now."
I decided to pave the road a bit for Alex.
Me: "Felipe, I value Alex's trust in me, so please understand that I can't tell you anything he tells me, BUT, if I sense he is in any kind of trouble or danger, I promise to let you know. If I can give you some advice, Alex would probably like being able to talk with you about growing up. I know he has questions, and I will try to answer them, but I really believe those answers should come from his papa -- who he does love very, very much. Also, if you don't know the answer to a question, it is perfectly fine to say 'I don't know right now, but I'll find out, and get back to you' -- as long as you do get back to him ASAP."
Felipe: "Oh, I love him so much too! I want to be there for him, but it is just so confusing, and now with Carla pregnant..."
Me: "Felipe, you don't need to have ALL the answers. You remember what it was like at that age, right? Whether he is interested in boys or girls, most of the answers are exactly the same. Oh, there are some differences, like how to avoid pregnancies, or how to avoid getting a STD, and how to handle heartbreak and rejection, but most of the stuff, you already know. If he likes boys, he will also need to know how to protect himself from prejudice and bigotry, and how to deal with the police -- and you as an immigrant know all about that right?" Felipe just nodded and laughed at that. All you need to be successful as the father of an adolescent is patience, an open mind, strength to get past any embarrassment when talking about personal things, and a space where only the two of you can speak privately."
Felipe: "What kind of embarrassing personal things should I be ready for?"
Me: "Well, I'm sure he will have questions about his body, what's happening, and what to expect on the journey to adulthood. He will soon have some questions about sex, how to have it, what to do, and what to expect. He will also need relationship advice: what is a healthy relationship, and what is unhealthy, how to protect himself from disease and danger. You only need to arm yourself with information from a gay perspective. He really needs to hear and experience all this from his papa, who he loves and trusts unconditionally. If he doesn't get that information from you, he'll get it from the internet, or from somewhere much worse. Also, if you need it, you can use my guest room as a space to talk with him. You can privately show him your body -- I'm sure he wants to know how he will look as an adult, and he can show you how his body is developing, and ask you questions, for which as the owner of a penis, you already know the answers. He probably also needs correct answers about things like masturbation, or ejaculation, or erections, or how sex with men works. Don't be afraid: confront all of this head on with him, and admit you don't know the answers, but will find out when that happens. He'll trust you more now, and thank you in the future for your openness."
I didn't want to go much further with him: I'd given him enough to stew over.
To my surprise, he didn't stew long.
Felipe: "I can handle most of those things. Can we use your guest room this Saturday? I'm going to tell Alejandro that I want to talk with him then."
I told him that of course, they could, and that he was a great father to his son. Felipe then turned a bit shy and red.
Felipe: "I just don't know about the sex with men stuff. He probably knows more than I do. Carla found his search history.
Me: "It's really not all that complicated. There are some major differences between fucking a woman and a fucking a man, for example, with a woman, there are pretty well defined roles, but with men, the roles are reversible - but in reality, it isn't all that complicated. It's all about hygiene, using good lubrication, proper preparation, and figuring out where the really good nerves are."
Felipe: "You make it seem so simple. Is there, like, a gay driver's manual? Or a gay tutorial I can read?
Me: "Unfortunately not. There are some videos out there, but they are very bad." Felipe just lowered his head in resignation. "If you had the time, I could show you some of the most important basics." Felipe's head raised on that one, "but it might be too embarrassing for you. Forget I said anything."
Felipe: "Wait, wait. We're talking about Alejandro's safety and happiness here. I don't want him learning the really important things from some horrible stranger in a gas station bathroom, or the back seat of a car." Here Felipe brought all his courage and conviction to the fore. "I don't have to be at work until Noon. If you don't mind, I would appreciate anything you could teach me anything you can about having a gay son." It was clear that this man loved his son unconditionally -- lucky kid!
Not only had I paved the road for Alex, but it looked like I was going to paint directional arrows, put up signs, and street lights. Let's see what happens.
Me: "OK then. Come with me into the bedroom. You'll need to take off your clothes, otherwise they'll get messy. I have to prepare something in the bathroom, but it won't take long.
Felipe started kicking off his cowboy boots: he always wore them. As soon as I got the bathroom door closed, I ripped off my pants, underwear and socks, and proceeded to give myself a 2 minute power enema. That handled, some liquid soap on a moist washcloth, a quick rinse, and a dry took care of my dangly bits and crack. I put my underwear back on, gathered my clothes and walked back outside.
My first look at Alex's naked father gave me a jolt: He was indeed stunning! He looked very much like his son, except about 22 or 23 years older, with caramel colored skin, nice physique, dark brown nipples that framed a hairy patch on his chest, which thinned out and ran down his abdomen to join his trimmed pubes. His upper legs were hairless, but his lower legs had black, curly hair. His feet were broad and stout, and looked just like Alex's. Looking up, his cock was flaccid, perhaps two to three inches, cut, and it looked he had a nice, bell shaped cockhead that was just a tad lighter than his shaft. He did, however, seem to be missing the pink coronal rim that Alex possesses.
I sat next to him and asked him if I could just use plain language with him like "fuck", rather than medical terms, like "sexual intercourse", to which he said "yes". "OK", I continued, "Before we begin, it's important for you to know what all of these feel like for both roles, so that you can properly explain them to Alejandro, OK?" He replied in the affirmative. "OK, some vocabulary the man who inserts his cock into and fucks the other man, is called the 'top', and the one who receives the cock inside him and gets fucked, is called the 'bottom'," You'll need to understand the basic expectations, needs, and requirements of both roles, as Alejandro is likely trying to figure out what his role should be.
"Lesson one, then: Hygiene. It is important for both partners to be clean on the outside, and for the person getting `fucked' (I checked his face for any sign of discomfort, finding none, I continued) to clean himself out with an enema. Otherwise, the result could be very uncomfortable for both partners afterward." Felipe nodded as if that made perfect sense. I continued: "this next part may be the most difficult for you. Come with me. Even though you may never be the 'bottom', you will need to teach Alejandro how this works." We walked into the bathroom, and I showed him the enema wand. And demonstrated how it works. I got the water heated up, and showed him the release button. Then, lubrication was added, and I asked him to squat over the toilet bowl, and push out on his bowels. The wand entered easily, and told him to tell me when it got uncomfortable, pushing the button, and filling his rectum. He grunted a few times until he suddenly yelled "stop!" I told him he was doing really well, and that he should squeeze his pucker tight while I pulled the wand out. He did, and he was instructed to sit on the toilet and count to thirty before releasing the contents. He did so, and I told him to look down to check the contents, and then flush the toilet.
Then I told him to repeat that process as many times as it took for the contents to come out clean and clear. Like his son, Felipe was a quick learner, he was ready to go in just a few minutes. I then asked him to take a shower, and pay particular attention to his cock, balls, anus, and all the areas around them, and to meet me outside when he was finished. A few minutes later, he came out, and he appeared to have chubbed up a bit. I asked him how things went, and he responded with a grin that it was ok, uncomfortable at first, but, it felt better each time he did it. I stood up in front of him, and announced "Lesson two: Lubrication. Do you use lubrication when you have sex with Carla?" He seemed a bit puzzled by that question, as if he didn't know what I was talking about. I would later discover that he manufactured quite an abundance of his own lube. Continuing "something to make it easier sometimes? Like Vaseline?" He admitted that sometimes they did use Vaseline or hand lotion, but it is too messy. I then reached down to the table and brought up a bottle of "Swiss Navy", and told him this was a silicone based material, much better, lasting, easily cleaned up, wouldn't stain, and an absolute necessity for doing anything around the anus. I asked for his hand, and squirted a drop onto his finger. He rubbed it around, and pronounced it was very slick.
"Now see how you like this" I poured about a teaspoon in my palm, and then wrapped it around his cock, and started a little up and down motion. To his credit, he didn't flinch away, but just looked down to watch. Within seconds, I felt plumpness: Felipe was getting a boner just from the touch of a hand. In seconds, I had to change the position of my hand to accommodate a cock that went from pointing down, to one that was pointing up! Jesus Christ! It was huge, I'd need a tape measure to make certain. It was somewhere in the area of at least ten inches, at least seven or more inches around, a bit browner than the other parts of his body, veiny, with a slight curve upward to the perfectly bell shaped cockhead with a pronounced corona. His piss slit was a generous divot, a bit recessed as a tiny valley at the tip. His lighter colored circumcision scar, stretched out to about a one inch length below the corona was crisscrossed with smaller, undulating veins. The cock was also hefty: not spongy like so many larger cocks can be. This had mass, and it was hard as a rock. Felipe looked over to me with an apologetic expression on his face. He said he was sorry, but Carla hadn't wanted to touch him for over a week, now that she was pregnant. "if it is like it was when she was pregnant with Alejandro, I won't have any sex until after the baby is born, and for at least a month afterward" He said. Poor guy! I smiled inside... What would he do without pussy? We kind neighbors must think of some way to help him survive.
I told him not to worry, because I understood his situation, and because I had an erection too. He looked down and took notice of the bulge. I took this opportunity to pull down my boxer briefs, and slip off my tee shirt. I explained that he needed to know how the nerves worked in the penis. Most straight men have no clue: their technique? Hammerfist for masturbation, and "stick it in and pump: until something happens". I put some lube into his palm, and directed his hand to my cock, telling him to do to me what I was doing to him. I first pumped the shaft a few times, slowly and firmly, and he did a reasonable job at approximating it on me. I then put the tips of my fingers on his coronal rim, and stroked the head gently from rim to tip and back again. This elicited a shudder in his body, and an admission that it felt really good. He was a bit clumsy about doing this to my cockhead, but with coaching, he got the hang of it. He suddenly pulled away from my fingers, apologizing, telling me that he almost came. I then asked him to feel his cock, and concentrate on how it felt with proper lubrication as opposed to without. He wasted no time pronouncing the lubed version to be far, far better than without.
Lesson two having been successful, it was time for lesson three. The lecture was short: the anus is the portal for basic gay sex. It has very many nerve endings in it, and if it is not prepared correctly, it will NOT be pleasant for either partner. In fact, if there is ever any sharp pain for either partner, it is critical to yell "STOP" and pull away for a moment. Felipe thought about it, and winced. I asked him to lay back in the middle of the bed, and raise his knees to his chest; he did so without complaint. Then, an embarrassing question, does he ever perform cunnilingus, or lick her pussy? With a vigorous nod, he said "yes. She loves that the most, and we do that every time we have sex." I asked him if he knew why she liked it so much, but he didn't know exactly. I told him "here's why, this is called `rimming'." and attacked his beautiful, virgin cherry with my tongue. I thought he was going to fly off the bed and land on the ceiling. Between mini licking sessions, I lifted my head to tell him about the number of nerve endings, and how the tongue could very effectively prepare the anus for penetration. He just continued oohing and aahing, but very obviously spreading his legs and cheeks to allow my tongue greater access. With increasing pressure from my tongue, he ended up opening up enough for the tip of my tongue to pass through the gate. I announced that I would now use my fingers to open him up enough to take a cock. He started to panic, but I got him calmed down telling him that I knew how to make it mostly painless, and that it was absolutely critical for Alejandro to learn these techniques (even though little Alejandro could probably teach master classes in the technique himself).
Starting with ample lube, he had been opened up enough to accept my index finger without any further comment. I circled it around, stretching it out up, down, left, and right. Telling Felipe to breathe, and trying to fully relax down there. He managed this quite well, and I slipped my middle finger in beside the index finger. He did notice that, but only gave a moment's resistance before adapting to the addition. With two fingers in, I pressed a little deeper, and began the search for the holy grail. It was farther back than in Atul, but still reachable. I gave it a little jab, and Felipe's body -- and his cock -- jumped a bit in surprise. I explained to him that it was his prostate, and that it served as the "G" spot for men. A couple more light jabs and a bit of rubbing soon got copious amounts of fluid dripping out of his cockhead, and moans coming from his throat. He said that he really liked that sensation. A little more moving and stretching allowed the insertion of the ring finger. Three fingers in, he already had his wrists under his knees, pulling his legs farther apart: it was only a matter of time now.
Lesson 4: Finding all the good nerves. Telling him not to worry, I lubed my cock and his ring up, and told him he was ready to have of my penis inside him. He was nervous, but didn't balk. I walked up to his anus, and put the tip at the now looser gape that was there to greet it. I told him to relax as much as he could, that I would put light pressure down there, telling him that there would be some discomfort at first, but if he breathed and bore down like he was going to the bathroom, it would soon be over. I emphasized that this was the most important thing that Alejandro needed to learn to do, or it could be bad for him. I asked if he were ready, and after a few seconds he nodded yes. I pushed, and he bore down. I gave a little more pressure, a little more pressure, told him to breathe, a little more pressure, and with a few seconds wait, the head popped through with a short yelp from Felipe. I held onto his thighs tightly so he couldn't squirm away, and told him to breathe deeply, that his muscles would soon relax and the discomfort would go away. With the fortitude of a Spartan soldier, he did just that, and I soon noticed that he was rolling his hips around, testing out the new furniture.
I added a bit more lube, and told him I was going to move in a little bit to his prostate, and he nodded OK. He was damned tight! but my cock advanced. He was hissing air through his teeth, so I went slowly, touching the prostate, and then moving over it with my corona scraping it. He hissed breath again, but this was a deeper sound -- a sound that indicated a feeling of pleasure. I moved back to just inside his sphincter, and got another hiss. I gave him two more hard scrapings, and noticed even more seminal fluid escaping his cock head: he was starting to like this. I increased speed and the hissing became mouth breathing. He closed his eyes, relaxed his ring even more, and laid his head back: he was enjoying this. I increased pressure and tempo, and he began moaning. After doing this for a minute, I stopped. He looked up and asked what was up. I told him that it was an entirely optional lesson, but I could push all the way in if he wanted to experience the full thing. He was too busy feeling new stuff at this point to complain, so he asked me to try it. I pushed forward, and he moaned loudly all the way to the bottom. Planted there, I asked what he wanted to do: he asked me to do it again. Bingo. Another straight - strike that - heteroflexible man caught in the web.
I began lightly fucking him with deep strokes, keeping shaft pressure on his by now overwrought prostate. I asked him if he felt like he could cum, and he nodded rapidly and hissed "yes, please fuck me more." This was a highly erotic moment in time for me: a straight latino papi splayed out before me, his tight ass full of my cock, begging me to fuck him. It would have been a crime against humanity to deny him that experience, so I added a bit more lube, and began real thrusts -- not pounding yet, but they were firm strokes. He rolled his head back, and pulled back his legs a bit more, moaning and making some dirty talk: "O Dios mio, I'm getting fucked in the ass. Oh my God, it feels so damned good. You are using my ass like a pussy, Oh God, I love this!" So, Alex got his penchant for dirty talk honestly; Felipe was letting loose his internal whore. He said he was close to cumming - which would have derailed my plans I slowly pulled out of his ass, with a pop, his hole was loose and very pink -- he would soon be wanting the cock again, and then, I'd give him the ultimate prize of a hands free orgasm. I then began explaining that there was one more test for him before he could cum, and of course he protested, because he was "so close to something new"; I grabbed a towel and began wiping myself and him. before standing up.
I then laid down on the bed, and told him that I had also cleaned myself, and I wanted him to repeat the steps on me, so he could have had some practice before talking with Alejandro. Reminding him that the first step was rimming, I raised my legs, and he had at it. He was surprisingly good at it! I suppose all those years of eating pussy had given him a relatable job skill. He attacked it thoroughly, and soon I was squirming. He then moved on to fingering, again doing a remarkable job. He searched around and found my prostate, tickling it with his large fingers: my reactions seemed to please him greatly. Soon I was quite loose, and more than ready for that magnificent cock. I told him that it was time for him to penetrate me. He approached quickly, but without lubing up. "No no no!" I said, grease that monster before you get any closer. The man was highly excited, but did as told. Trembling, he lined up, and pushed forward until he was in. He asked me what he should do now, so I told him to find and stimulate my prostate. He plunged forward a bit, searched around some, but finally found it. I explained that this was what he needed the most to find inside Alejandro.
He quickly found a rhythm, and as doing surprisingly well -- so much so that I was breathless for a moment. He asked if he was doing it correctly, and I told him he was. "Congratulations Felipe! You graduated this course!" He smiled, and asked what he should do next. My response was obvious: "You obviously need to have some sexual release. If you want, you can now fuck me like you fuck Carla, and come in me when you want." He grinned broadly, grabbed my ankles, and started plowing. That magnificent brown cock nearly plied me apart. He was so on edge, I doubted he could last 30 seconds, but he surprised me, plowing in and out, with full strokes, for nearly fifteen minutes. When he came, it felt like Hoover dam had burst inside me. He stopped moving, he visibly relaxed, wiped the sweat from his brow, and smiling said "thank you Rich. I may need to come visit you again soon." I agreed to help him out as much as I could during this difficult time. He pulled out and I clenched tightly to keep the deluge in: no damned wonder Carla was pregnant!
We got up, I ran to the toilet to make a deposit, and when I came out, he was still naked sitting on the bed. He surprised me by telling me that he didn't get all the knowledge he needed. After asking what that would be, he answered: "when you stopped fucking my ass, I really felt like I missed something really big - something that I felt was building up inside me. What was that?"
Me: "That would have been a prostate orgasm. If you'd had one, you wouldn't have been able to complete the other parts, in fact, you would have probably needed a nap. Your first one might have been that powerful, and you would have needed extra time to recharge."
Felipe looked over at the clock: it was 11:15 AM. He noted that I had not cum, and asked "would be possible for you to fuck me again now, and show me what you mean? If I am to teach Alejandro, I need to know as much as possible."
Felipe had come to the conclusion far faster than I had considered. I was going to let him marinate in the thought for a few days before suggesting it. Of course I didn't mind! I told him that I'd need to work up a new erection, and he immediately lubed his palm, and reached out to help me establish that erection, and he was successful at his task. I was now hard and lubed up; he got back in the middle of the bed, raised his legs, lubed himself, looked up at me, and simply said "Fuck me".
I got between his legs, and pushed at his gate; there was some resistance, but not nearly as much as before. I breached his hole, and worked his prostate two, three times before going all the way. Again, he moaned. I stopped my motion, and just soaked in the warm tightness in which my cock was enveloped, and asked him to listen to me and look me in the eyes. i told him that in his current role, it was vital that he let me know if something feels right, or if something feels wrong. He also needed to give me instructions and suggestions of things to do, like go faster or slower, to move in certain ways, etc.. That a good lover should always be watching the eyes or the face of his partner to know what was going on.
Felipe: "I promise that I will, but would you please just fuck me now?"
I bottomed out, and began my return trip. After a few relatively slow strokes, he said "fuck me faster!" I did; I also made some change ups in thrusts, and in the angle of attack. He noted them, telling me "Oh, that feels good. Do that again", or "Fuck me harder", or "Deeper". I took those notes, and put them all into application, giving him deep, hard strokes with my cock pointing upward, allowing harder contact with his prostate. He then started his dirty talk: "Oh God, I feel like such a slut, my legs up, and a hard cock pounding inside my pussy. I love it! Oh Rich, can you go a bit faster? Yes! Wait, I'm going to spread my legs a little more, Oh God, YES! Harder Rich. Fuck me, give me all of your cock! FUCK ME! Oh God, I'm going to make my little Alejandro feel so good!" Felipe's cock was very hard, and drooling badly.
Maintaining the rhythm, I leaned over to his face, and told him that Alejandro would also need to learn how to kiss. Felipe just looked up at me for a couple of second before he bent his head up, and kissed me hard. He reached his hands up to grab the back of my head, and went full bore with the kiss, and the tongue. For my part, I doubled down on my pounding. This went on for about a minute.... it could have also been an hour... I was on a different planet at that point. All of a sudden, he roared into my mouth, and released my head: it was time for the fireworks grand finale. I pulled back up, so that I could give his gland the angle of attack it needed, grabbed and spread further his ankles, and just began plowing his prostate. He groaned, screamed, attempted to make words, and then just clamped down on me: hard. I started deep strokes, grabbed his cock, and began lightly jacking it. He was roaring as his first prostate induced orgasm ever overshadowed his entire existence. He began shooting: his first volley landing between his brown nipples (just like his son!), and several others followed suit. I then planted deep and began making my own deposit. This went on for some tens of seconds, until Felipe went completely apoplectic.
While he was basking in bliss, I got a towel, and began mopping him up, all while flexing my still hard cock inside him for a while, as he began regaining all his senses. I leaned over and kissed his lips lightly, and asked him how that felt. He put both hands on the sides of my torso, making gentle rubbing motions, and told that he didn't have sufficient words to describe it, but that I should probably demonstrate the whole thing a few more times for him to develop proficiency: he delivered that statement with a grin, and a wink of an eye. I told him with my own grin that I would think about it, but he had two important things to do first: train Alejandro, and get to work on time. He took a glance at the clock: 11:45 AM. He just said "Mierda!", and quickly moved to disengage us, so he could stand up.
We cleaned up, dressed, and he made ready to go. Before leaving, he gave me a hug, thanked me again, and asked if 3:00 PM on Saturday would be a good time to come by with Alejandro, I confirmed that it was, and with that, off he went. I couldn't wait to tell Alex.
The next step would be more difficult: teaching Alex to act as if he needed any lessons.