Date: Sun, 21 Mar 2004 14:23:20 EST
From: Tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: Washing the Car

			      WASHING THE CAR
			   by Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
		      WWW.TOMMYHAWKSFANTASYWORLD.COM

     I looked at the beautiful brown body laying across the bed. His back,
seamless, smooth, glowing, was laid out in a graceful arc that went from
his head straight on the pillow (face buried in to block out the sunlight)
and his legs angled out to left corner of the foot of the bed. I'd had to
learn to sleep with my legs pulled up! The covers were down to just below
his waist, enough to see that he wasn't wearing any underwear. His black
hair was lying in halves, one to each side of his neck in a pair of silken
triangles, the only time I would see that hair not caressing his
shoulders. Beyond him, the clock radio declared the time, 11:15am.
     Smiling on one side of my face I leaned over and took careful aim and
landed a slap right on those pert little buttocks of his, and they answered
with a delightful "pop!"
     "Mph!" was his response and he buried his face further into the
pillow.
     "Come on, Diego!" I said. "You promised!"
     "Brph, urph, mph!" he said into the pillow. "Mrph, Hmmm!" And settled
down again.
     "Come on, babe!" I said. "It's springtime and then some. The
temperature's going to get up into the eighties today. And the car needs to
be washed and waxed."
     "Do it tomorrow." he mumbled into the pillow.
     "No, we're going to do it today." I said. "Now, come on, get out of
bed. I've laid out a nice brunch, toast, juice and some pineapple and apple
slices. Just the thing for a warm Saturday, don't you think?"
     "Oh, all right." Diego rolled over and sat up in bed, wiping his face
blearily. Now he was a brown triangle covered with black lines, the lines
of his muscles, the lines of his legs, the black triangle at the junction
of his legs. "I'm up, damn it."
     "Good." I smiled at him and he managed a smile back. "Come on, it'll
be a nice day. We can go to the beach when we get done with the car."
     "Water will be too cold." he predicted.
     "We'll just lie in the sun and enjoy working on our tans." I just said
that to niggle him.
     "Your tan." he said. "You're the one who needs to work on that blond
butt of yours."
     "So we'll hit the nude beach." I said.
     "Give everyone a good look at us." he agreed. "Pardon me, I have to
hit the head."
     I smiled as those brown buns of his wiggled their way to the
bathroom. Diego was right, we made a nice pair, me all Caucasian pale,
blond-hair, him the dark Brazilian stud, both of us tall and muscled and
totally together. We'd been together for eight months now, and I was
beginning to really believe that it was going to last forever. God, I'd
been so lucky!
     An hour later, we had the Corolla out of the garage and into our back
yard. We had timed it just right, the temperature was well into the 70's,
nice and warm but not hot yet. I was wearing a pair of red swim trunks and
an orange t-shirt, Diego had on a light blue t-shirt and a pair of jean
shorts, not cut-offs but neatly seamed and flat. They would have been tight
on almost anyone else, but on Diego's lean lower body, they hung easily,
just enough slack to make them comfortable for him.
     First we sluiced water over the car, wash away as much of the dust as
we could. Southern California is so damned dusty, all the trees and palms
and concrete doesn't faze that much dust, even in winter when it's too cold
to do anything more than run some water over the car and promise the
paintjob you'll do it better next time. Fifty-five degrees doesn't sound so
bad...until you are no longer used to it, when your days are filled with
seventy-degree days. But along with the rest of Los Angeles, Diego and I
blossomed when spring finally arrived, as it usually did, with a burst of
warm weather before it settled down to more sedate temperatures. So this
weekend was golden, a chance to start your tan and brush out the winter
cobwebs, and to give that car the long-promised gleam, bring back the
shine.
     Diego worked up a bucket of soap for us, soap flakes mixed with water
to make a sudsy mess. Sponges would let us slop it onto the car, and then
it was work the rags. This was the fun part of it for me, the soap makes
the rag glide around so easily. And it was a chance to watch Diego's body
in motion, slow and smooth, his arms a brown poetry of flex and stretch,
bulge and recede.
     "Hey." Diego said, looking up at me. "Get back to work."
     I looked at that face of his, sweating a little now, breathing a
little heavy from the sustained motions (not panting, just the open-mouth
of exertion), his nose a sharp angle in the middle of that face and as he
looked down again, I said, "You missed a spot."
     "Where?" He said, looking up at me again.
     "Right there." I said, tapping that nose. Of course, my finger was
loaded with soap, it left a nice blob of white on that brownness.
     He looked at me without expression and he said, "And there's one
there." and got me on the side of my face with his hand...soap-loaded, of
course.
     I slapped his face with the rag in my hand and he did the same. A
quick impromptu duel ensued with the rags, and then he bent down and came
back up with...the bucket of soap!
     "You wouldn't dare!" I said to him.
     And that bucket of soap moved like a bird in his arms, an elegant
curve, and the white soap came out like a swan's wing. I jumped back and it
got me right across the chest. "Yow-ow!" I shrieked. The water was cold!
     "You son of a bitch!" I said to him.
     "What's the matter, can't take it?" he chided me, his teeth a gleaming
set of pearls set in dark glory.
     "Get ready to pay, you scoundrel!" I said. Because at my feet
was...the hose!
     The hose had a small switch at the nozzle to turn it on, I flipped the
switch and proceeded to trounce the varlet! He laughed, dodging and fishing
for a weapon of his own, but there was nothing but the soap on the car, he
scooped up some and lobbed it at me and he managed to get me on the hair.
     Then he came over and tackled me and that strong body of his lifted me
up on to the trunk of the car and nuzzled my neck. I think he would have
kissed it, but I was awfully soapy. Then he rubbed his nose against mine
and said to me, in intimate tones that dripped in golden vowels from his
tongue. "What happened to washing the car?"
     "Hey." I said to him. "We're washing it. We just got to the best part,
that's all."
     Diego just smiled and reached for my lips and we kissed as his arms
stroked my shoulders. We were wet, we were soapy, we were sticky and a
total mess...and right then, I didn't give a damn!
     My hands felt Diego's back, so strong, so warm and smooth. I envied
him that skin of his, not a blemish or a pimple anywhere on it, just smooth
and brown and moist beyond the spray of water which was now only the sog in
his shirt and shorts.
     And his hair, it drizzled water onto me when he raised his head up,
each strand feeding a solid clear line of water that hit my shoulders and
my neck. "Ready to go inside now?"
     "Why?" I said to him in my softest tones. "Nobody can see us out
here. They never have."
     "We should sunbathe nude out here." he decided.
     "Sunbathing sounds good." I said. "After."
     His hands answered that, as they found the waist of my swim trunks and
tugged them down. His only problem was that my cock was hard inside them,
he had to worm them off my shaft and let it spring out and then they
slipped easily off my hips. His hand gripped my manhood and pumped it in
slow, languid movements. "You should have come back to bed with me this
morning." He said. "I was having such a wonderful dream before you woke me,
I was all nice and hard."
     I remembered those vibrating buttocks of his when I slapped
them. "Wish I'd known." I said. "And that you'd been on your back."
     "You like my butt." He said indifferently. "Always you wake me up by
touching it."
     "You're always on your stomach." I said. "What else am I going to
touch?"
     I closed my eyes and sighed, his hand was sending me into the
tenseness of excitement, the sigh helped me focus. "Maybe tomorrow I'll
won't slap it, then. Maybe I'll just pull down the covers and slide it in."
     He shrugged. "If you want to." he said and the thought of that made me
harder than ever.
     "I think now you are ready." he said to me and reached for his
shorts. The zipper hissed down and there were no briefs under it. I looked
at that proud Latino tool arching upwards with the cockhead as its prow, a
sword with which he could impale me. "How do you want it?"
     "Just slap some soap on it." I gasped. "I think that'll be enough."
     He did, he scooped some of the soap globs from the car and greased his
cock with it, the soap squished and made sucking sounds as his hand moved
back and forth. Diego gasped and threw his head back.
     "Hey, don't get carried away." I chided him. "Get it in me."
     "Yes, now, now." He breathed and his cock was held downwards in its
arc by one powerful hand and he pressed it against me. "Are you ready?"
     "God, yes!" I sighed. "Get it in me."
     I felt the strength and size of him as he pushed against me. After
eight months of living with a lusty Brazilian stud, I still savored this
moment, the sheer size of it burrowing into me. Every night he pushed this
pride of maleness into me, every night I suckled at this tower of strength,
every night I felt its heat and its need like a firebrand in the dark,
lighting up my senses by its potency if not its radiance.
     Now I had it by day and outdoors, this was the first time we had done
it outside the confines of our bedroom, hidden by the discreet curtains and
cushioned by the accommodating bed, now it was the hard fiberglass body of
the Corolla under me, and it was daylight, nearly noon, the sun blessing us
with its warmth, this first taste of the heat that was to come, the taste
that was nectar because it was new, and the heat was to be embraced and
loved, we unfurled our wings of happiness and sunned them in this
beneficient light, and in that benediction of the new spring sun, Diego's
cock breached the barrier of my sphincter and pushed into me and my only
sound was a gasping sigh and a shuddering moan.... Good! So
goo-oo-oo-oo-ood!
     "Oh, God, Diego!" I breathed! "Oh, man, that's good!"
     With the swaying that mimicked the palm trees in the breeze, Diego's
hips began to move and his power and his godhood plunged into me, the
ecstasy that spoke of a thousand tropical nights transplanted here to
Southern California and finding the soil fertile and the climate warm, it
had bloomed here for me! So often I looked at Diego and myself and saw
opposites, but now I felt like him, so very like him, we were more than
brothers under the skin, we were more like two sides of the same coin, and
the differences were nothing, for we shared all of ourselves.
     Diego leaned over and his thrusts into me took on a more insistent
tone. Diego is like this, his passion begins to drive him and he loses
himself in his desire, he lets his strength, held so carefully in abeyance,
take him over. A more frail lover than myself would have flinched or begged
off, but me, I only wanted more, more, more!
     "Oh, ah, gah, Diego!" I panted as he drove into me, his hips beginning
to slap at my buttocks with every stabbing of that man-knife into my
bowels. "Yes, gah, uh, huh, yes, gah, huh, uh!"
     His eyes looked down upon me and they saw and yet did not see me, I
knew my Diego, my love, was rapt in his passion, he would soon crest and
then, only then, would he make a noise, a small whispering sigh that he had
confided was born in his childhood, when he would masturbate in secrecy in
the room he shared with his brothers and cousins, he could make that sound,
that solitary sigh, and it would pass unnoticed; too many times before he
had made more than that sound and had been taunted by his cousins for his
pleasure. I hoped to teach him to call out to me in his pleasure, but that
was later, he was doing more than he had before simply by making love to me
here in our enclosed back yard.
     "Come on, Diego, fuck me harder!" I said to him thus, hoping my voice
would urge him to imitate it. "Come on, you big Latin stud, fuck my pearly
white ass, fuck me raw, papi, fuck me raw!"
     And he did, he sighed, but not one sound, it was more like, "Ah! Ah,
ah, ah, ah!"
     "Yeah, come on, fuck me, stud, fuck me!" I called to him.
     "Ah, ah, ah, ah-ahhhhhhh!" And that stifled sound ended it for him,
though his face showed the height of his delight, and his body pulsed with
the jerking convulsions that wracked his noble tan body, over his golden
form the pulses of his orgasm raced, I could almost see how they traveled,
how they tormented him with a hundred different tracks of pleasure, and I
felt the hot spurting seed of him pouring into me, loving the stinging tang
of it as it assaulted my bowels, and I delighted in this, all of this, and
my own passion was forgotten for a time.
     And then he was done and clung to me in what could have been called
weakness by callous siblings, but was his expression of his love for me, I
knew that, knew as he nibbled wearily at my ear, determined to give me
another kind of pleasure to take the place of the one he was done with.
     My own organ throbbed upon his stomach and he looked into my
face. "You are so hot, my love." he said to me. "You bring me higher each
time we make love, each time it is more than the time before, until I think
one time I shall be lost inside you forever."
     "I feel that way too, when you make love to me." I said.
     And he did then another thing for the first time, he only rarely
played the submissive to me in any way, but now, in that glare of broad
daylight, my big, strong, dark Diego slid down onto his knees and his mouth
caught my cock and swallowed it down.
     My Diego sucks cock so rarely that he has little talent for it, not
like his fucking which is experienced and strong. But that timidity and
inexpertise has its own delights for I know it for the rare gift of himself
that it is, and he sucked me as best he knew how and I forgave him the
rest, and my cock pulsed with joy, rose with delight and I urged it higher,
faster, quicker, my dear Diego would not, nay, could not maintain this for
long, give this to him, my body, give this to him!
     "Oh, God, Diego, I'm coming!" I gasped out for he would often when
sucking me (those few times) pull away when I was close, finish me with his
hand, and I gave him this chance, not daring to push him, but my Diego, my
brown lover, held on and sucked me still and my climax roared inside my
brain and I gave out a last, desperate warning groan and I creamed in that
dark mouth, feeling the hot mouth of my lover covering my ejaculation,
capturing it all into himself, and he shared with me this way, as I was
filled with him, now he filled himself with me and he swallowed my jism as
I spurted and he took it all and I sobbed in my spent ecstasy and my
gratitude, my eyes teared as I realized the enormity of this gift he had
given me.
     My Diego, my dear Diego, held onto my dick until every last erg of my
climax was done with me, and then, only then he released me and let my cock
flap soggily upon my stomach.
     "Diego, Diego." I breathed. "God, man, I love you so much!"
     "I love you." Diego said to me. "I love you, as well."
     He lay his brown body on top of mine and we held each other for a
time, and then I lifted those wet hairs of his away from his face so I
could see him, and I saw his eyes looking down upon me in liquid hues of
love.
     "We rinse now." Diego said to me.
     "Huh?" I said.
     "We need to rinse the car." Diego said. "The soap, it is drying on the
car."
     He was right, the sun had evaporated the water from the soap, it was
turning into a white film instead of a cleansing agent.
     "Oh, yeah." I said. We pulled up our shorts and got back to work, I
wielded the rag while Diego plied the water, and we got the car rinsed
off. Done, I looked at the car, shining with a thousand diamonds of
droplets under the sun and I said, "That does it for now."
     "For now?" Diego asked.
     "Sure." I said. "We have to wipe it dry and then give it a wax
job. Can't leave this job half done, you know. If you're going to keep a
new car up, you have to do it right."
     "You are right about that." Diego said and I knew he wasn't thinking
about the car. "If you want to keep something, you must do what you can,
keep it right."
     My next hours were going to be exhausting, getting that car waxed so
that it would shine in the light of the spring sun. But I wanted it shiny,
wanted it gleaming in the sun, a beautiful sight.
     And it was beautiful, almost as beautiful as my Diego sitting inside
it with me as we drove it on our way to the beach later that afternoon.

				  THE END
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