Date: Wed, 05 Nov 1997 13:31:03 -0600
From: atreyu@cyberdude.com
Subject: Straight Tequila

Disclaimer - This is a story about male to male consensual sex. 
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This is also a true story.  If you don't believe that, then kiss
my butt!  True, the names have been changed to protect the
innocent (Jack Webb, I love you!) but the people, places, and
events are true.  I hope you like it, but if not, well, write
your own!


"STRAIGHT TEQUILA"

by

atreyu@cyberdude.com


"Ryan?....Ryan.....hey Ryan...."

Slowly, I opened my eyes.  The room was dark and I was laying on
my back in bed.  I turned my head slightly to the right and saw
my bedroom door open.  Thru the darkness, I saw the pale glow of
a light in the hall and the shadow of a figure against the light.

"Ryan, wake up..."  It was my roommate, Carlos.  From the
position of his body in the doorway and the slur in his voice,
it sounded as though he was drunk.  Or, if not drunk, he was
definitely buzzed.

"What is it?" I whispered, clearing my throat to get my voice.

Carlos slowly walked over to my bed.  I could barely see him in
the dark but I knew exactly what he looked like.  At 26, he was
one of the most handsome men I had ever seen.  Being Hispanic,
he had the typical latin skin, black hair and brown eyes.  He
was only 5'2", 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 muscles were toned from natural work.  As he
got older, he bought a weight set and worked out several times a
week, developing a hard, muscular and very defined physique.  He
wore extra large shirts and 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.
When my gay friends would meet him for the first time, they
would practically drool over him.....which was about all they
would get to do as Carlos was straight.

Carlos seemed to wobble a bit as he walked to the bed and he
stopped right at the edge.  My eyes were adjusting to the
darkness and I could see him standing there, with his head down.
 "Carlos, what's wrong?" I asked.

"Man, I just can't take it anymore.....I miss her so bad...."

Ahhhh, I thought.  Here we go again.  Carlos had separated from
his wife a month earlier and it was extremely hard on him.  They
had been married for 5 years and had 3 sons.  The youngest boy
was my godson and, when they separated, I offered my home to him
for as long as he wanted.  We were close friends and I knew how
emotional he could get.  Unfortunately, Carlos was also a heavy
drinker and when he drank, his emotions seemed to rush to the
surface.

"I know, man,.....I know.  You wanna talk?"

"Noooo.....nooo....well....I don't know..." he said, his voice
slurring.  All of a sudden, he plopped down hard on the bed and
I had to hold him to keep from falling off.

"Whoa, man, sit down.  Are you okay?"

"Not really.  I'm buzzing big time right now.  Was over at
Beto's house drinking tequila with him."

That was not good news.  As I said, Carlos was a heavy drinker
and tequila hit him especially bad.  I just hoped he wouldn't be
throwing up or passing out because I could barely lift him when
he was awake, much less passed out.

All of a sudden, he blurted "I hate her for what she did, Ryan! 
She had no right to do me that way.  And my boys.....I miss them
so bad.  I know I fucked up at times and drank too much at times
and shoulda been there at times.....but I always provided for
them and tried to do what she wanted!  And for what.....she
tells me she can't live with it no more and gets a
lawyer......fuckin bitch...."

I sat there and rubbed Carlos's arm, knowing the pain he was
feeling.  I had heard this from him before and the hurt and rage
and bitterness he felt were always bad.

Suddenly, Carlos learned down to me and said "Ryan, can I sleep
here awhile?  I don't feel very good man.....I don't wanna be
alone...."  I smelt the liquor on his breath and thought for a
coupla seconds.  I wanted to help him, but I didn't want him
throwing up all over my bed.  As I decided whether to let him
lay down on the bed awhile, he started lurching over, his head
hitting my shoulder.  I grabbed him and laid him on his back.

"Carlos, are you alright?" I asked quickly.  No answer. 
"Carlos...." I said again louder, shaking him slightly.

"Yeahhhhh.....I'm....o...kay..."  He mouthed it so quietly I
could barely hear it.

I didn't have much choice now because there was no way I could
lift Carlos out of my bed and carry him to his room.  So, I got
out of bed and set about making him comfortable.  I took off his
shoes and sock but debated about his shirt and pants.  Carlos
knew I was gay and I didn't want him to think I was trying to
seduce him.  However, I knew that when you drank a lot of
alcohol, your body radiated a lot of heat as it burned it off
and he would be very uncomfortable in his clothes.  He slept in
his underwear anyway, so I didn't figure he'd think anything
about it.  It was hard pulling his upper body up from the bed
and pulling his shirt off but finally it came over his head. 
Then I unbuckled his belt, unzipped his shorts and slowly tugged
them down his legs.  It was slow going because they were so
tight against his muscles but they finally slid down to his
lower legs and I took them off.

Carlos lay there, and though I had seen him in his underwear
before, the sight was still beautiful.  He was wearing red
briefs that had a hard time holding his ample basket.  His dick
jutted out in the briefs and, even though I had never seen it,
it was obvious that his cock was large.  His muscular chest was
smooth and hairless, except for a small trail of black hair that
went from his naval into his underwear.

I went out and turned off the hall light, closed the door and
turned on a small night light in the bedroom, in case Carlos
woke up during the night and wondered where he was.  I laid down
on my side of the bed, with my hands underneath my head,
thinking about Carlos and all he had gone thru in his life.  He
had shared much with me about how he grew up in an abusive
family and now he had to deal with the pain of divorce.  I knew
how he adored his sons and how the separation from them would
hurt him even more.  As I thought about Carlos, I looked over at
him.  He had not moved a muscle and his breathing was slow and
uneventful.  Finally, I thought smiling, he can get some peace
in his sleep.  As my feelings welled up in my heart,  I reached
over and gently touched his cheek.  Then I turned back, closed
my eyes and fell back to sleep.

I don't know how long I had been sleeping when I felt a sudden
hard movement in the bed.  My eyes flew open and I shook my head
quickly.  I felt the movement again.....it was almost like a
tremor.....and looked over to where Carlos lay sleeping.

He was still on his back but his body moved restlessly, as if he
were having a bad dream.  I saw him shake quickly once more and
I sat up, leaned over and grabbed his shoulders.

"Carlos, wake up!" I whispered loudly.  He didn't respond and I
shook him harder.  "Carlos!" I said again, this time in a loud
voice.  His eyes slowly opened and he looked at me.  The gaze
was almost a vacant look.  Evidently the alcohol was doing a big
number on him this time.  "Man, are you okay?" I said in a
quieter voice.

He licked his lips, closed his eyes again, and said
"yeah....just getting chills......or something....I don't know. 
I just keep trembling.....I can't help it."

"Are you cold?"

"No....I don't know what it is....I can't relax."

"Okay, man.  Just do the best you can.  Let's see what we can
do."

I was still holding his shoulders and felt him shake again.  His
skin was radiating a lot of heat, so I figured it was just a
normal body reaction to the alcohol.  I began to rub his
shoulders and arms, adding a little massaging action now and
then.  I thought it might relax his muscles and help him fall
asleep again.  Carlos closed his eyes as I began rubbing his
arms and murmured something.

"What?" I asked him, not understanding what he said.

"I said that feels good.  Keep doing it."

As I continued rubbing his arms and shoulders, a wave of desire
began to build in me.  My dick began to get hard as I felt his
muscles and I was embarrassed at the intensity of my feelings. 
I continued rubbing his arms and shoulders and slowly moved my
hands down to his chest.  His pecs rose up like twin plateaus,
the valley between them glistening with sweat.  His pink nipples
looked delicious, hardening when my hands passed over them.  As
I rubbed Carlos's chest, I looked at his face to see his
reaction.  His eyes were still closed but his breathing was
faster.

I looked back at Carlos's chest and moved my hands down his
body, delighting in the feel of my hands sliding down the edges
of his pecs, onto his flat stomach.  His abs were firm to the
touch and he tensed slightly as my hands stroked his muscles.  I
wasn't rubbing his body anymore as much as I was stroking it. 
It was very sensual and my dick was hard as steel.  I continued
to stroke Carlos's chest and stomach, which he seemed to enjoy
just as much as I was.

As my desire for him grew, I looked down at his crotch.  His
dick had grown inside his briefs and, because he had it pointing
down, it was pulling his underwear away from his crotch.  I
could see some of his curly black pubic hair but I wanted to see
more!

As I continued to stroke his body, I leaned down and begin to
lick his chest.  The sweat on his chest was somewhat salty but
was like an aphrodisiac.  I licked more and more of his chest,
running my tongue up to one of his nipples. As I sucked the
nipple, Carlos's gasped slightly.  I stopped to see if I had
gone too far but he made no move to stop me.  I continued
sucking and gently biting the nipple and then did the same to
the other one.  Carlos still did not move to stop me and my lust
continued to grow unabated.

As I kept licking and sucking on his upper body, my hand moved
down his stomach until I felt the edge of his briefs.  I lifted
up off his chest and looked at his basket.  Carlos's dick was
straining to get out and, with my feelings totally overwhelming
me, I decided to help it!  I moved down to the end of the bed
and leaned over Carlos's legs, my hands on the edges of his
waistband.  I took one last look at Carlos's face.  His eyes
were still shut but I knew he was aware of what was happening. 
When I got up from licking his chest, his hands had moved up
from his sides and had started stroking his chest and stomach. 
There was no doubt in my mind that he wanted the action to
continue!

I pulled Carlos's briefs down, working them over his muscular
hips and down his massive legs.  When I pulled them off his
feet, I looked back at his body, now totally naked and ready for
my pleasure.

When I saw Carlos's dick, I stopped.  It was fantastic!  I'm not
a size queen and, unlike many gay men, don't have to have a
humongous dick to suck on.  But Carlos's cock was wonderful!  It
was uncut, about 7 inches long and very thick.  The shaft was a
beautiful shade of brown, smooth and inviting, that was topped
by a large, pink, mushroomed head.  In fact, the head was so
big, I could barely see Carlos's foreskin!  It stood straight up
from his stomach and there was a small stream of pre-cum leaking
from the head.  His balls were just as gorgeous, smooth,
hairless and larger than most that I had seen.

The sight of this totally nude, built, masculine hispanic was
more than I could take!  He was my roommate and one of my best
friends but the physical perfection of his body was overwhelming
and I wanted him desperately.  I knew he was straight but here
he was....totally naked in front of me, his hands caressing his
own body, knowing that I was there with him! His sexual desire
was obvious and he evidently didn't care who touched him as long
as it felt good.  Well, I was about to make us BOTH feel good!

I straddled his legs and looked down at the inviting feast
before me.  I could see his meat throbbing and I leaned down to
lick his pole.  As my tongue touched his shaft, I heard another
gasp from Carlos and looked up quickly.  His eyes were still
closed but BINGO!!....a slight smile was on his lips!  That was
the green light for me and you better believe I went on thru the
intersection quick!  I took his rod in my mouth and began to
suck it hard.  The feel of my lips around it. . . . the taste of
his pre-cum . . . . the feel of his hard muscular body beneath
me. . . . all contributed to me giving one helluva blowjob!

As I sucked more and more of Carlos's manmeat into my mouth, I
felt his body respond.  His hips started moving in rhythm to my
sucking and his hands gently grabbed my head.  I thought at
first he was trying to pull me off his dick but he simply held
my head in place over it . . . . as if I wanted to go somewhere
else instead of sucking on that big latin dick!  I continued
sucking away and soon felt his hands leave my head.  I looked
over to see what he was doing and he had simply stretched his
hands out behind his head . . . . as if trying to relax and
enjoy what I was doing to his sexy body!

I wasn't able to get all of Carlos's dick in my mouth, due to
our position, so I moved around until my legs straddled his
chest.  It was hard to put my legs on the sides of his muscular
chest but I did the best I could.  With that change, I began to
put more and more of Carlos's beautiful rod down my throat.  As
I went deeper down his cock, Carlo's groans began to get heavier
and his hands reached around and began to stroke and pinch my
chest.  His cock started to get a little bigger and I knew it
wouldn't be long before he shot his big creamy load of tequila
down my throat!  I was leaking pre-cum with a vengeance and
started rubbing my dick across his rock hard stomach.  His moans
got louder and I suddenly felt Carlos's dick get hard as steel
and the head began to expand.  He grabbed my sides as his crotch
arched up from the bed and began to groan loudly
"UGGGGGGGHHHhhhhhh....."

His cum shot into my mouth with a vengeance . . . . two . .
three . . . five warm jets of thick cream.  As he came, I
continued to suck hard on his rod, wanting to milk every drop of
the sweet mixture from his balls.  His pelvis dropped back down
on the bed but his body continued to jerk as his dick continued
to deliver the creamy nectar from his body.  There was so much
it was almost as if he had not gotten off in several days.  I
swallowed it as best I could and continued to suck and lick
around his cock, which showed no signs of losing it's erection. 
I began to feel the tremors in my own cock and began rubbing it
harder on his stomach.  In just a few seconds, my cum exploded
all over Carlos's abs and I sucked his manmeat as far down my
throat as I could get it.

After a few minutes, Carlos's body movement began to subside and
he fell back on the bed, as if he was totally drained. 
Considering the amount of cum he gave me, his nuts probably WERE
drained!  But, if they weren't, I woulda been happy to drain
them for him!  His cock began to get soft and I let it slip from
my mouth. I got off his chest and laid beside him, looking at
his handsome face.

Carlos was quiet and then slowly turned his head to look at me. 
A smile began to cross his lips, his eyes closed and opened
slowly, and he said, "man, I've never felt like that before . .
. I never knew having a guy suck me could feel so good . . ."

I continued looking straight in his eyes and said, "I'm sorry
Carlos . . . I couldn't help it.  You're just so fuckin handsome
and were feelin so bad, I just wanted to make you feel better. 
But . . . you're my friend and I feel guilty like I took
advantage of you . . ."

He listened carefully to me, licked his lips slowly and said,
"Hey, Ryan, don't worry about it.  You're still my friend.  I
admit, it was strange havin a guy suck me but it felt good. 
Don't worry bout it."

I smiled slightly, leaned over and kissed his cheek.  "Thanks,
Carlos.  I mean that . . . I love you like a brother and I would
hate to lose that."

Carlos nodded his head slightly, turned his head back and closed
his eyes.  I laid back on the bed, trying to sleep but
remembering the feel of his body . . . the taste of his rod in
my mouth . . . the desire he had brought out in me.  After
awhile, I, too, began to fall asleep . . . a feeling of
contentment and happiness inside me.

That happened 4 years ago.  Carlos and I continued to be
roommates for the next 2 years and our friendship is still
strong as ever to this day.  We never had sex again, although,
every time I would see him with his shirt off or just wearing
his underwear, the temptation to grab him was strong!  I'm sure
Carlos was aware of my feelings but he never seemed to be
bothered by it.  That would often make me wonder if maybe he
would go for it again but I never wanted to chance losing his
friendship.

We still hug and touch each other as best friends do . . . and,
despite the sexual desire he incites in me, I think that is the
best kind of relationship to have!  But, whenever I drink a shot
of tequila, I think about that night of passion with my straight
latin hunk.  And, who knows . . . as a friend of mine always
tells me, "in life, there are always . . . possibilities."

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