Date: Sun, 13 Jun 2010 14:06:14 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tague Micheals <tag.michaels@yahoo.com>
Subject: Brazen Brothers VI

This story was never meant to go beyond the first 4 chapters. As stated in
the last chapter, I have taken some artisitc license and made some subtle
changes from the chapters before it. There is nothing huge but I believe it
necessary to the story's believeability as well as it's continuation.
Hopefully the reader will understand and appreciate those subtle changes.
If not, well, fuck it. Otherwise, N-joi

Hugs,
Tag_m
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Pedro looked up at me, his face a mask of misery. "What do you mean Greg?"

"What I mean is I've spoken to my business partner and we would like to
offer you the opportunity to live with us, at least until together, you and
we, can come with an alternative. I will talk with the authorities and see
what we can do about taking temporary custody of you until, as I said, some
other option opens up."

"What about my uncle?" There was a hint of fear in Pedro's voice.

"I will deal with your uncle. I am quite sure that he will be agreeable to
whatever I suggest." Pedro's skepticisim was apparent in his facial
expression but that wasn't his main concern at the moment.

"You are serious Greg about me living with you?" I nodded my head. "Would I
have my own bedroom or would I have to sleep on a sofa or the floor?"

"Well for the first little while you might have to sleep in my room, with
me but I do have a large bed so it wouldn't be crowded. Other arrangements
will be made of course but it will take time." Pedro seemed to consider
that for a moment then nodded his head.

"What do you mean by another option or alternatives.

"Honestly Pedro, I don't have any idea at this point, we'll have to see
what the future brings. Certainly if you stay with us we would do our best
to provide you with a bedroom of your own however we are trying to start a
hotel type of business which means renting out as many of the bedrooms as
we can. Other options could mean a variety of things from staying with us
to foster care or even adoption." The expression on his face changed to one
of fear.

"I don't want to be in foster care or adopted Greg. I just want to have a
normal life." Tears started to well up in the boys' eyes again so I reached
out and took his hands and he didn't pull them away.

"I didn't mean that any of those things were going to happen. I'm just
clutching at straws here Pedro. I would do almost anything in my power to
help you not have to live on the streets. I know what happens to street
boys and I don't want to see that happen to you." I had never been more
sincere in my life and apparently Pedro understood that I was being honest
and sincere. He looked up at me and gave me a sort of smile and nodded his
head.

"I know," then dropped his gaze back to the floor between his feet.

"It's also important to note that no one is going to make you do danything
you don't want to do. If you want to go live on the streets it's still your
choice, I'm only offering an option to that." His answer was a nod of the
head but he continued to stare at the floor.

"It's going to work out Pedro, I promise." He finally looked up and
actually smiled, not a grin, but an honest if small smile. I asked him if
he was hungry and he shook his head. "We don't have any tooth brushes or
toothpaste so I'm going to run downstairs. Do you want to come?" Again, he
shook his head and when I asked if there was anything he wanted he repeated
the motion.

At the registration desk after purchasing the needed items I asked if the
hotel provided any kind of laundry services and was told that they did. The
best time however was after 9 at night in which case the clothing would be
delivered to my room the next morning at any time that I designated or
called for. I would find a plastic bag in the desk drawer for that
purpose. Back in the room I noticed the bathroom door closed and the
absence of Pedro so went to the desk, found the aforementioned bag as well
as a menu. I finally heard the toilet flush and a few minutes later the boy
came out. He smiled and came to stand at my feet.

"I do not wish to seem ungratful for your offer Greg. It is very thoughtful
and kind of you and your business partner. I would like to accept your
offer of assistance and as you say, we will see what the future brings. As
for sleeping with you I imagine that it would be heathier and safer than
sleeping on the streets." He paused for a moment, looked at the single
hotel bed and then at me, and a slight grin appeared on his lips as well as
in his eyes..  "A lot more interesting too I would wager. Thank you." I
stood up and as I extended a hand toward him, the adorably young teen
rushed into my arms and hugged me tightly. My arms went around him, one
across his back and the other behind his head, and held him. I closed my
eyes and simply enjoyed the feel of him. When he finally lossened his grip
and moved back slightly he looked up and I lowered my head and kissed him
on the lips. Again, it wasn't a sexual kiss but one of thank you.

"Are you getting hungry Pedro?" he nodded his head. When I asked if he
wanted to try something new he said that was okay so I checked the hotel's
local business directory and found Bacchus, an Italian place, that was
relatively close by. It was still early so we got a table without the
usually required reservation although we did get a bit of a glare from the
hostess who seated us. Apparently we were dressed a little "too casual" for
her taste. I had a Bosciaolla and Pedro spaghetti and meatballs along with
generous portions of salad and garlic bread sticks. A melt in your mouth
tiramisu finished off the meal for both Pedro and me. Back at the hotel we
both sort of lay on the bed groaning and watched something mindless for
about a half hour.

"Can I take a shower Greg," Pedro asked me. It was around 7:30 and I didn't
see us leaving the hotel for anything until morning.

"Sure go ahead. If you're comfortable just wearing a towel then I'll put
your clothes in the laundry bag along with mine after I hit the shower." He
nodded his head and ambled off to the bathroom. I watched him go, noticing
how slender his butt was and wondering for a brief moment if I'd ever get
the chance to bury my face in there, or even my dick for that
matter. However, just because he admitted being gay didn't mean he was
ready to play with a man over twice his age.

The phone rang a few minutes after I heard the shower start, the salesman
from the ATV shop. The owner of the store was willing to meet me there at 8
in the morning and he was quite sure that he would have what I was looking
for. I was busy going over in my mind what I thought I'd need when Pedro
came out of the bathroom. A hotel towel was wrapped around his narrow waist
and his hair, short as it was, was disheviled from a quick dry. I scanned
what was visible of the boys' body as he walked, noticing that he was
nicely enough put together, his chest and abs defined but not ripped by any
means.

"What do I do with these," he asked, holding out his meager clothing. As I
got up I pointed to the plastic bag on the desk and told him to put them in
there and I went into the bathroom to take my own shower. I didn't dwell on
the fact that Pedro and I would be hanging out in the room for at least
another hour or more wearing nothing but towels and shortly after that
sleeping together, naked. I didn't want to come on to the boy in any way
and coming out of the shower sporting a hard on, regardless of being
covered by a towel, might give that impression. Instead I focused on a work
schedule that began with getting the house and wall cleaned and pianted and
that reminded me that I needed a couple hundred feet of garden hose as well
as extention cords. There were outlets for both thoughout the property but
all were inside the wall. Those and other task related thoughts were going
through my head when I exited the bathroom, the large shower towel wrapped
loosely at my waist.

It took me a moment to register that the room was bathed in a soft light,
everything off except a small lamp by the edge of the bed. I looked to
where Pedro was still sitting in the arm chair with his legs streched out
in front of him but it took another moment to register the fact that he was
stark naked, the towel draped across the arm of the chair.

"You said it would happen Greg, and it did." I continued into the room and
stuffed my clothes on the laundry bag, hardly taking my eyes off of
Pedro. His cock was at full stand, reaching up from between his smooth
thighs and touching the edge of his belly button. Beneath that his not so
small balls seemed to be a full hang and almost touched the chair cushion,
the sac of eggs smooth and hairless. I continued to walk toward him, my own
cock coming to life beneath the towel, and stopped between his outstreched
feet.

"So it has. You're a big boy Pedro," I said softly and the boy smiled. I
tugged the edge of my towel and it fell away allowing my hardening cock the
freedom to defy gravity. About half way hard it was pointing toward Pedro's
cock and would soon be pointing at his smooth young face.

"You're not so little yourself Greg," he whispered, his eyes glued to my
rising dick. He reached a hand out so I stepped up to the edge of the chair
in order for him to touch me and touch me he did. Pedro wrapped his hand
around my cock, squeezed it a couple of times then stroked me. He sat up
and slid forward in the chair and took me into his mouth, closing his full
lips against my flesh. I had wondered the first time I saw the boy what
those lips would look like encasing my cock and now I knew. It looked
great. Felt great too.

It was readily apparent that the cute young teen had experience at sucking
cock for he had no trouble taking half of me into his mouth before backing
off. His eyes were closed, his long lashes touching his cheek and I thought
again about how fucking cute the boy was. I watched his other hand, which
had been slowly stroking his own cock moved upward and cup my heavy balls
then gently pull and squeeze on them. He stopped sucking for a moment, took
his mouth off of me and went about licking all over the swollen head and
down onto the shaft a little bit. He then rubbed my cock against his face,
back and forth across his closed lips then put me back inside and began
sucking me again. I couldn't help but reach out and put my hand on the side
of his head and he immediately pushed against it, nuzzling it. Pedro
continued to suckle me for another couple of minutes before stopping and
leaning back in the chair, his right hand going to his crotch to squeeze
fondle and otherwise manipulate all those things that made him a boy.

"Fuck I love your cock Greg," he said in a husky voice, looking up at me
through half closed eyes. My answer was to drop, keeping one foot on the
floor while the opposite knee rested on the cusion between Pedro's legs. I
leaned my head down, he moved his up and we met, lips to lips and this time
it wasn't a thank you kiss, it was a full blown, motivated by lust kiss. We
both opened wide, tongues darted out to greet each other like long lost
relatives. As I kissed him my hand rubbed on his chest, seeking out a
nipple and rubbing across then gently pinching it causing the boy to moan
and kiss harder. I only stayed there a moment because I wanted, needed to
experience his adolescent cock. I reached down, found it and began to
squeeze it tightly as I stroked him, earning yet another moan.

Pedro finally broke the kiss, turned his head and inhaled deeply. Because
the move exposed his neck I put my face in there to kiss and suck on the
sensitive flesh. Pedro moaned much louder that time and his hand shot to my
head to hold me there, the feelings that shot through him alternating
between being incredible and unbearable. I knew the feeling.

With my hand still on his cock I manuevered myself to the floor between his
legs, pulled his wonderful cock upright and lowered my head to encase it in
my mouth. I gently stroked him as I sucked, pushing his foreskin against my
lips a couple of times before allowing it inside my mouth as well. I sucked
the excess skin up into a nipple and because he was so much bigger than
Javier I had more nipple to work with. I twirled the skin with my tongue,
pushed my head against the small hole then retracted it, making my lips
replace it as it slid off of his cock head. Both of Pedro's hands were at
the sides of my head and I could feel him beging to raise and lower his
hips as he tried to fuck into my mouth. I moved my free hand down and
worked my finger under his nuts then cupped the smooth sperm makers,
hefting them and gently pulling on them. Pedro continued to moan. I kind of
wanted to get the kid to cum so that we might be able to move on to the
second course; holding and kissing, exploring each other's bodies with our
tongues, maybe rimming the boy. A variety of things came to mind.

To that end I quit sucking him and licked him like a lollipop paying a
great deal of attention to his cock head which was red and swollen. When I
went back to sucking and stroking him the thumb and forefinger of my other
hand encircled his sac up near the top so that I had good control of him. I
tugged more firmly on his balls and my tongue swirled around his cock head
even more. It didn't take long before I got the response I was looking for.

"Fuck I'm gonna cum Greg," he panted out. I took my mouth away went to
town, stroking his foreskin up and down over his cock head. The feelings
that were ripping through his young body were eveident as his body
stiffened in the chair then relaxed, as he drew air in through clenched
teeth, often exhaling loudly, often times his head pressed into the chair
back with his eyes closed.

I loved watching those expressions pass over a boy's face when he was being
loved. It reminded me of the intensity that I'd felt as a young boy at the
hands of a lover. It was so easy to relate. All of a sudden I felt his cock
thicken in my hand so I kept his foreskin retracted, not wanting to block
the shot as it were. I really like to watch a boy cum, espeically when it
was my first time with him.

"Uugghhh," Pedro grunted out as he looked down. All boys love to watch a
cum shot, especially their own and the central American teen was no
different. The first squirt shot to his chest, almost dead center between
the small brown nubbins of his nipples. That was followed my four more jets
of decreasing power but almost equal amount. As usual some of it didn't
make it, instead running down his cock head, onto my fingers and eventually
dripping onto his heaving belly. After the fifth squirt it quit shooting
but continued to ooze out, enough of the liquid to really run down over my
fingers.  I slowed my stroke but continued the movement, wanting to carry
the feelings on into afterglow for the boy.

I finally stopped and let go. Then started on my own dick. Pedro's eyes
opened, sort of, and he immediately saw what I was doing and smiled
slightly, his right hand moving between his legs to scratch and fondle his
balls. He had to have known that was going to happen. I mean, how could he
not; I was standing there between his legs and jacking off. It was a great
stimulant for me to look down and see the boy, the cute boy, with his fresh
squeezed sperm splattered all over his torso, his cock head still seeping
cum. It didn't take me long to reach my own orgasm. I moved in a little
closer, tugged on my sac then shot, the first squirt arcing out and landing
close to his belly button. Five more jets follwed the first one, all of
them landing on his lower belly, his cock and his balls.

"Wow," Pedro said when my dick finally stopped, although he said it in
Spanish. I moved back into the position I'd been in when I kissed and did
it again, this time Pedro pushed his tongue at my lips and when I opened my
mouth shoved his tongue inside. The kid was a surprising little hottie.

"I think I need another shower," said after we separated. I nodded my head
and asked if he'd like some company to which said Yeah.

Showering with a boy is one of life's great experiences, especially if that
boy has never had that experience cuz then you get to show him what he's
been missing. Pedro was one of those boys so the next 10 minutes were spent
demonstrating the joys of showering together. The only thing better than
having a wet squirming boy in your arms is having two of them but trust me,
I had no problem settling for the lesser.

Pedro allowed me to wash him and by the time I was finished he was stone
hard and breathing heavy and moaning like a beaten dog. Over and above
having never been washed by someone else, the cute young Costa Rican had
never has his asshole touched by another human being and had never
experienced frottage. When I was done he vowed to practice both of
them... as often as possible.

Dried, we ended up on the bed in each others arms kissing and groping each
other. When the kiss broke I nuzzled the boy's neck, kissing and gently
sucking in the soft sensitive crook and causing him to moan loudly.

"I never knew that could be so sensitive," he said, his voice husky with
lust. I slid down his body and stopped to suckle at a nipple and again
getting moans and sharp inhalations of breath as new feelings shot through
his nerve endings. Taking a boy over unexplored territory is exciting as
hell and Pedro was no exception to that belief. I moved downward from
there, stopping to lick at his belly button and as I moved my hand cupped
and played with his balls or stroked his raging cock. When I finally got
within striking range I turned my head and looked him in his one eye. His
foreskin covered about half of his cock head, both of them tinged in red
from the blood that was captured there. The tip of the head was shiny from
precum that had leaked out and then been smeared around as I moved his
foreskin back and forth over the spongy surface.

After admiring it for a moment I stuck my tongue out and licked the sticky
residue off of his swollen cock head making sure that sensitive underside
wasn't missed. As I licked, I slid his foreskin up and worked the tip of my
tongue at the opening as if to try and slip it over my tongue like a sock
and when that didn't work I put my mouth down over him and began to suck. I
really loved sucking cock, loved worshiping that extraordinary piece of
anatomy, loved making it's owner writhe and squirm with the intensity of
feelings that he was experiencing. With boys it was even better. Knowing
that they were inexperienced, knowing the intensity of what they were
feeling really enhanced it for me and being as good as I was at it, I knew
that any boy was getting the most out of it that he could.

I lowered my head and took a majority of Pedro's cock into the warmth of my
mouth. His cock head lodged at the begining of my throat and I squeezed it
with my muscles eliciting gasps and moans. My free hand alternated between
stroking his cock and playing with his balls, squeezing and tugging on the
sac of eggs and just fondling them in general. Nother nature took over and
the boy began to gently undulate his hips in the instinctual motion
necessary for procration of the species.

I left his dick and moved between his legs and started at his balls for a
moment. The soft bag of sperm makers was at full hang, one lower than the
other creating an asymetrical work of art. I loved balls, loved looking at
them from almost any angle or position, loved how they felt in my hand, the
fragrance they emitted within an hour after showering and grew more pungent
as the day wore on. I nuzzled my lips against the soft smooth skin, gently
pushing the sac and moving it. I took a piece between my lips and pulled on
it a little bit then began licking all over the bag. I lifted the sac up
and licked down underneath it, exploring his perineum and the very
beginning of his bluteal clevage. I wanted the boy's asshole, eventually to
fuck, but for the moment only to rim.

"Pull your legs back Pedro," I said and the boy responded without
hesitation. I wondered if that meant anything, like if he was open to
getting fucked, but didn't dwell on it. I stared at his hole, probably not
seen by anyone but his mother when he was in infancy. There was also the
possibility of a doctor, or possibly by his closest friends during a
typically adolescent game where they were supposedly supposed to be grossed
out when someone bared their most secret spot.

There wasn't a hair in sight, the area slightly pink and
tantalizing. Knowing that it was clean, I'd cleaned it myself, I didn't
bother to sniff but simply dove right in, pushing my tongue against the
wrinkled muscled then licking it like a melting ice cream cone. The boy
moaned then reached down around his hips, placed his hands on his cheeks
and pulled them farther apart. I worked the boy over like a mother dog
cleaning her pups, my tongue savoring the varied textures of muscle and
flesh.

"Have you ever put your finger in there Pedro," I asked after taking my
face away. He shook his head so, without asking him, I got up and went to
the bathroom and came back with the small complimentary bottle of hand
lotion that hotels often provide. "I think you're really gonna like this,"
I told him as I opened the bottle and poured a generous portion of the cum
looking liquid into the palm of my left hand then ran the middle finger of
my right hand through the goo.

I directed him to keep his feet flat on the bed but your legs spread, which
he did as I got into position up close to him. I asked him to pull his
cheeks open again and when he did I put my finger up close, grabbed ahold
of his dick head and stroked at the same time I slipped the finger up
inside his tight little asshole.

"Oohhh," Pedro moaned as I began to work him over; one hand concentrating
on the ultra sensitive head of his cock and the other moving in and out of
his ass. I found his prostate quite fast and massaged it causing more moans
and a pulling back of his legs as if to open himself up even more. I
watched the play of emotions that expressed themselves on his smooth young
face, watched his balls move up and down inside their sac as I stroked him,
and saw the rim of his boy hole move back and forth as I finger fucked him
into oblivion.

The newness of the feelings, the fact that I was working two of his most
sensitive areas at the same time helped propel the youngster toward another
orgasm faster than usual. It didn't take more than 2 minutes before he
moaned loudly, his little prostate hardened and his dick thickened in my
hand and 2 seconds later a wad of cum shot all the way up to the boy's
chin. The squirts continued although not as far and certainly not as much
liquid as the first time but still and all, any time a boy cums its a sight
worth watching.

I continued to stroke and finger the hot young teen for a minute or so
before gently removing my finger from his asshole and laying his cock on
his flat, heaving belly. I got up, went into the bathroom and brought back
a washcloth that I'd wetted in hot water. I gently wiped the cum from
Pedro's chin then the rest of his body. I had to rinse the cloth once and
it almost caused the boy to purr when the warmth of it touched his skin for
the second time. After depositing the washcloth back in the bathroom I
returned the room and flopped down on the bed next to the boy who rolled to
face me.

"That was more intense thant he first time," Pedro exclaimed after another
long, deep throated kiss. "I didn't know I had so many sensitive places on
my body. It makes me wonder what else you know." I kissed him again as I
reached down and took hold of his cock and discovered that, if it had lost
any of its rigidity it wasn't much. As if reading my mind he said,

"I can't believe it's still hard Greg."

"I know. Do you feel up to another one, third time's the charm." The boy
kissed me again.

"I want you to cum too and I think that if I want my dick to get soft again
I need to cum again or got to sleep and right now I'm not sleepy."

"So I guess that's a yes," I said with a grin and he nodded his head. I
gave him a quick peck then rolled over and grabbed the hand lotion off the
nightstand where I'd left it after the last go round. I quickly slathered
his dick up again, causing another moan, the stood, hiked my foot onto the
edge of the bed, and slathered my asshole. It took about 3 seconds before
my little bleach blond lover figured out what I was up to. I smeared the
left over lotion on my hip, got back onto the bed and straddled Pedro's
waist. I reached behind me and grasped onto his cock and pulled it upright
then lowered my body until the head touched my flesh then stopped.

"Have you ever done this before Pedro?" The boy shook his head. I allowed
my legs to relax a little and pushed against the teenage pole that was
seeking entry, wiggling the spongy head around the muscle, then pushed
downward. The head slipped inside of me, which hurt some what, and I
stopped. The expression on Pedro's face was classic; a bit of surprize as
well as relief. I wondered if the boy had thought that I'd change my mind
at the last second, then his eyes closed and a satisfied mini smile formed
on his mouth.

I adjusted to him fairly quickly and began to lower myself. Pedro's eyes
opened and his face changed into an expression of wonderment, as if he'd
heard about what this was supposed to feel like and now he knew. I kept on
moving slowly until the boy's moss touched my butt cheeks and my body
couldn't go no further so let myself relax my weight on him.

"How does that feel to you?" He gave me a lopsided grin.

"Very good," he answered. I leaned forward and placed my hands on his chest
and began to move, rising up and then going back down. Pedro put his hands
on my thighs and rubbed gently as I picked up a little speed. I tossed
undulating moves in as well, grinding my ass forward as I came
down. Pedro's hands moved to my hips and held on a little tighter then
began gently pushing and pulling, encouraging me to fuck him. I held myself
up off of him and allowed him free rein to fuck me. The boy went at it,
leveraging himself with his feet and began really humping. He went for a
few minutes of rapid firing, moving in and out of me like a little jack
rabbit. It was all fun and good but what I really wanted was for the boy to
actually fuck me. I wanted to be on my back like a bitch with him above me,
holding my legs back out of the way and slamming his hard teenage cock deep
into my ass.

"I want to change positions Pedro," I told him then explained what I wanted
to accomplish which seemed to suit the young boy just fine. I took hold of
his hands and pulled him up as I went backwards then, after some side to
side movement, he managed to get first one leg and then the other bent
backwards so that in effect he was on his knees. He all but stared down to
where we were connected, his stiff cock holding us together. He began to
fuck me again and this time he was able to really put forth some effort. I
watched emotion play across his smooth brown face as his cock pistioned in
and out of me. I felt his balls whack against my butt as he drove
inward. But I stopped him.

"Pedro, slip your arms under my legs and lean forward." He did as I
directed which rolled my farther up onto my back and gave him an angle for
a deeper penetration. "Hows that Pedro?" I almost called him baby boy but
caught myself. I wanted to keep that reserved for Javier.

"Fuck, it's awesome Greg," he panted to me. He leaned his head down and
kissed me, long and hard then raised himself back up and started
again. There is nothing in the world quite like getting fucked by an
enthusiastic, virile young teenage boy, especially if he is hung even
moderately. Pedro was all of those things and he began to do what nature
intended a boy to do.

Because of his position he was able to draw almost all the way out of me
before plunging back inside and every time he did his cock head slipped
past my prostate. The hot young latino boy picked up speed and before long
was slamming into me with all he was worth. My hands played up and down his
back and down onto his glorious butt to knead and pull at his cheeks. Still
he fucked onward. I felt my balls start to roil as my body geared up for an
orgasm.

"Fuck me harder Pedro, make me cum, make me cum," I whispered to him. I
swear to God the boy worked a little harder. I was amazed at how much abuse
a set of balls can take when their owner was caught up in a fog of hotness
and I'm here to tell you that Pedro's nuts were getting a work out. Aside
from the air conditioner the only other sound was our bodies smacking
together and since we both were working up a sweat it had a meaty sound to
it. All of sudden he groaned out loud and I felt his cock swell against my
sphincter muscle then felt the warmth of his sperm. The whole idea, the
feelings, all took me over the edge and too moaned as I came, great squirts
of sperm shooting out onto my belly. Pedro stayed deep inside of me and
ground his little ass in circles and back and forth. He went back to
fucking me but went in from the side, or leaned his body a little forward
so that when his cock went back inside of me it did it from a different
angle.

"Oh yeah Pedro, yes," I moaned and the boy fucked on. It all did finally
grind to a halt and I do mean grind, at least on Pedro's part. The boy
slowly lowered himself onto me and I wrapped my legs around his waist in
order to keep him inside of me for awhile longer. My arms stayed wrapped
around him as well, rubbing on his back and butt and generally just
continuing to have as much contact with him as possible. He lay there
panting, working to draw as much air into his lungs as possible while I did
the same, although with his weight on me it was a little more
difficult. Neither of us said anything for a good 2 minutes but as we lay
there I could feel his dick shrinking and finally, I let my legs down which
pulled him out of me causing both of us to groan from the loss.

"Am I too heavy to lay on you Greg," he finally asked, his head turned to
face me. Our breathing had returned to normal so that helped but overall he
wasn't that heavy and I told him so, but still I gently rolled us both over
so that we lay on our side facing each other.

"How was that for you Pedro?" He gave me a toothy grin and responded that
it been fantastic, the greatest that's every happened to him and he felt
like he wanted to do it again and again. I laughed and told him that it was
certainly possible but that we'd have to wait and see how that was going to
happen. He wanted to know if I liked it as well and I told him it had been
great, and it had been. We talked some more about the whole experience, he
had lots of questions and I had plenty of answers. He finally emitted a
huge yawn and frankly I was getting a little sleepy myself. We took turns
in the shower, concentrating below the waist, and ten minutes later we were
snuggled up with the lights out.

"Greg?"

"Hmmm."

"I don't think I want to live on the streets." His voice was soft, like a
little boy again.

"I'm glad Pedro. I would much rather have you live with us."

"Thank you Greg." He kissed me on the cheek and snuggled a little closer.

We were up and at em early the next morning. At the TV store the owner did
in fact have what I was looking for so I picked some things out and made
arrangements to have them delivered sometime in the next week. From there
it was McDonald's. I was crazy over their sausage Mc Griddles and before we
were three bites into it, so was Pedro. There were a few other things that
I needed to get. The aformentioned hoses for one thing, so a trip by Home
Depot reolved those problems and we were headed home by ten, estimated time
of arrival about noon. We hadn't been on the road more than 15 minutes when
Pedro brought up the night before.

"Last night was great Greg," he told me. I glanced over at him with a grin
on my face.

"It was awesome for me too Pedro. You're a pretty hot boy, did you know
that?" He shook his head and said he didn't think so but I could tell that
he was pleased that I thought so.

 "Are we gonna be able to still do stuff together, I mean, especially if
we're going to be sleeping in the same bed?" I hadn't had the time to
consider that situation at all. More than that however I wondered how
Javier was going to respond to another boy in the house, an older boy at
that. I certainly didn't want him to feel displaced or left out, not that I
would ever even consider that but of course he didn't, or wouldn't know
that. There would certainly need to be some explaining going on.

"Well," Pedro said, bringing me out of my thoughts.

"Well I suppose that we'll be able to keep doing stuff, if that's what you
want Pedro." I glanced over to see a large grin on his brown face.

"Heck, I want to do something right now," he said. We had barely cleared
the outter edges of the city so despite horny boys' wishes it wasn't going
to happen at the drop of a hat. But having driven that road a half dozen
times I knew where a couple of fairly remote pull outs were and I told him
that. About an hour later we approached such a spot. Pedro had been
chattering away about his school but as soon as he stopped to take a breath
or move on to the next thought I interrupted him and asked if he was still
feeling like he wanted to play sexy. Again, I got the signiture grin and a
nod of his head.

I pulled off to the side of the road. We were up in the mountains, there
had been very little traffic and as far as I could remember from the map
I'd checked out on Google, there weren't any roads or villages for miles. I
reached down between the console and the seat and pulled out a windshield
sun screen and when it unfolded Pedro laughed. He'd never seen such a
thing.

"Lets climb in the back," I suggested and less a minute we were. Given the
screen and the dark tint of the windows it was unlikely that anyone would
be able to see in while we could still see out. Given where we were, it was
even more unlikely that anyone would be anywhere near where we were
parked. Still, no reason to not be careful so I reached up ove my seat and
hit the electronic door locks.

"What would you like to do," I asked him. Without fanfare Pedro slipped his
shorts down to reveal a cock that was still in its default state, hanging
between his smooth thighs, the tip almost touching the seat.

"Will you suck me," he asked. I certainly would and I told him that, adding
that I wanted him to kneel on the seat next to me, which he did. I loved
looking at boys, naked or clothed, or in this case, half way between both
since he still had his t-shirt on. I found that to be quite sexy as well. I
slid down in th seat and put my face in his crotch, taking in the musky
fragrance of a growing boy. I nuzzled my lips against his cock, reveling in
the softness of the skin and the pliability of his cock which was already
beginning to metamporphisize. I nuzzled my lips into his pubic hair,
kissing at the moss, the base of his cock and onto his smooth hairless
belly. I moved a little lower and licked at his balls, the sac of eggs in
full hang, pushing at them with my tongue. I felt Pedro's cock rising
against my face so backed away enough to get his swelling cock into my
mouth, captured it and engulphed it. Above my head Pedro sighed audibly.

I stroked his cock as I suckled it, sliding his foreskin up so I could
twirl it a bit with my tongue then retracting the fleshy nipple and
concentrating on on the sensitive swollen head.

"Fuck Greg, you sure do a lot better than Ali," he groaned out. So, given
that statement, it would seem that, of the group, Ali was the leading cock
sucker. Good information to have. Pedro began moving his hips, fucking his
cock into my mouth and since he knew from experience that I could take most
of him, he didn't hold back on his thrusts. I moved one hand onto his
delicious ass and kneaded the flesh while my other hand went for his
balls. The fragrance emanating from him was almost intoxicating. He hadn't
taken another shower in the morning so his natural scent was full blown.

Pedro stopped moving and pulled his cock from my mouth. "I want to suck you
too Greg." I quickly raised my butt up off the seat and yanked my shorts
and boxers down while Pedro kicked his completely off then removed his
t-shirt. He climbed on the seat so I slid over against the door. He knelt
one foot on the seat and kept the other on the floor. He took hold of my
cock and dropped his head, got his mouth over my cock and began sucking me
with a vengeance. I reached down underneath him and took hold of his raging
hard on and began stroking him.

As he sucked me I could hear the boy uttering sounds, yummy sounds as
though he were eating his favorite food, and I really understood just how
much he loved doing what he was doing. He trully appeared to be a gay boy
and I wondered again just how far he was going to be willing to go. I
really wanted to fuck him, wanted to have him just as he'd had me the night
before, on his back with his knees next to his ears while I drove my cock
in and out of his tight little asshole. I wanted to fuck so good that he'd
cum without even laying a finger on his boyhood pride and joy.

I moved my hand toward the base of his cock and let my fingers work at his
balls which were hanging like so much fruit on a tree. I squeezed and
pulled on the sperm makers earning more groans from the boy. His leg much
have gotten tired because he took my cock from his mouth then he surprised
me by moving up then swinging his leg across my body. The action put his
cock almost in my face so I took advantage and began sucking it again and
my hand went back to fondling his balls. He lowered his upper body so that
it was closer to my head and I could still hear the sounds coming from
him. The kid was hot as hell, there was no doubt.

He pulled away again then straddled my lap, sitting his weight on my
thighs. He wrapped his arms around my neck and planted his lips against
mine, almost in a crushing motion. Our tongues fought for supremecy,
pushing against each other. Pedro was humping his hips, sort of grinding
his ass into my thighs. He reached down and took hold of my cock and began
pulling on it, his grip tight.

"I have to cum really bad Greg," he said after breaking the kiss. His voice
was considerably deeper from the feelings of lust that were raging through
his young body. I put my hands under his butt and lifted. The boy got the
message and raised up while I slid down slightly until his rock hard cock
was standing in front of my face. I licked up and down the shaft, licked at
his balls a little bit then pulled his cock down and put it in my
mouth. Once again I heard the sharp inhalation of breath. This time Pedro
began fucking my mouth right away and this time I didn't bother to stroke
him. I cupped his balls, grapsed onto his butt cheek and encouraged him to
make love to my mouth. It didn't take very long.

"Oohhh," he finally moaned and he squirted. While not exactly filled, my
mouth certainly had a fair amount of his warm sperm spreading across the
back of my tongue. I barely got it swallowed before another squirt entered
my mouth, and then another. I savored the tangy flavor of young teenage
cum, reveled in the feelings that I knew Pedro was going through,
remembering what it had been like for me at that age. I pulled on his ass
forcing his cock to the back of my throat where the muscles gripped at his
cock head. Another jet of cum shot down my throat and from that point it
was mostly the tail end of an orgasm, the oozing of sperm from its fleshy
spout.

Finally the feelings became to sensitive for him and he pulled away from
me, his hand going immediately to his balls and his cock, the squeeze and
feel them. He sat back down on my lap and kissed me again, this time with
less intensity than he had before.

"That was amazing Greg. I can't believe that I got so hot to cum so
fast. Are you gonna cum now?" I wanted to that but wasn't exactly sure how
to go about it. I didn't have a cum rag. I figured what the hell and
crawled across the seat and opened the door then got out and stood close to
the truck and began jacking off. Pedro knelt on the seat, his cock still
sticking out so I used him as a visual cue, thinking about where I'd just
been with him, and just plaing looking at his teenage stuff hanging out
there in the wind. I heard a car coming but felt that I was fairly well
hidden so didn't bother to stop. I reached forward with my free hand and
cupped Pedro's balls and gently squeezed them, loving them for the
incredible organs that they were.

"Here it is Pedro," I finally panted then stepped back a little bit. It
didn't matter thought because the first shot flew out and landed at the
edge of the door. Shots 2 through 5 ended up mostly on the ground. As I
moved into ooze mode I angled my cock downward so that the stuff would
hopefully just drop off and not end up my fingers and necessitate a
cleaning. Once it had finished I just stood there breathing heavily and
waiting for the blood to drain out of my cock.

"You sure make a lot of cum," Pedro observed, his hand still fondling at
his stuff. I simply nodded my head. "How does my sperm taste?" He asked
me. I asked him if he'd ever swallowed another boys cum and he shook his
head. He said that he'd tasted a tiny bit of his own sperm, what boy
hasn't, but not a mouthful.

"It's not bad Pedro. Perhaps I'll have to show you sometime." He grinned at
that statement. That being said the boy put his clothes back on while I put
mine back in place. Our mid morning sexual interlude over, we continued our
way home. About 20 minutes from Jaco I called Andréa and let her know how
close we were . She told me that she had explained to the boys that we
would be having a guest for a while but that didn't know how long. Both
boys had seened rather excited about the prospect until Andréa had told
them that he would sleeping in my room. My heart skipped a beat when she
said that but she went on to tell me what Angelo had said.

"That's not fair abuella, why does a new boy get to sleep with Greg and
Javier and I don't. I don't think that's fair, I think we should take
turns."I should have known that Angelo might feel that way and that he
would come up with a solution.

"I thought I would tell you that Greg so that you didn't get blindsided by
the the little imp. He does love you Greg, they both do." She paused and
added, "We all do." So, that problem not only resolved itself it did so in
a grand manner. It would seem that I'd have someone to cuddle and snuggle
with every nightand while I had considered moving rooms it seemed more
imperitive that I did so. If we got to where we were renting out the
bedrooms in the house, the Blue room that I was in would fetch a very good
rate. The secondary reason was to be farther away from Angrea's room. I
didn't need her to hear anything that might be going on behind my closed
door and rest assured there would be plenty of goings on.

"I was wondering Pedro, what do you think about stopping by your house and
getting your things, your clothes?" The boy got a frightened expression on
his face. He said he was afraid to go back in case his uncle was there. I
explained that I would be there with him, obviously, but he needed to have
his clothes and whatever else of his things he might want. I suppose I
could have gone out and bought him new clothes but for a variety of resons
I wanted to avoid that if possible. Certainly I could add a few necessities
if he needed them. Pedro finally agreed to stop and so we did.

The house was on the outskirts of Jaco in run down neighborhood and while
the house Pedro had lived in wasn't the worst it was far from the best. The
yard and what had once been gardens were completely overrun. The house
itself looked like it needed a coat of paint-10 years ago-. Some of the
windows had shutters, come did not. A rusted hulk of what I thought was a
60's era Chevy sat wheel less at the edge of the street where a sidewalk
would have been.

"His truck is not here Greg, I do not think he is home." I asked him if he
wanted me to go in with him but he shook his head and got out of the truck.
I waited, albeit not patiently. I didn't want to have a confrontation with
anyone let alone a raging family member of a kid I was trying to rescue. If
I had to confront him I would but I'd have preferred it to be on my own
turf so to speak. As it turned out there was no need to worry. Pedro came
out in less that 10 minutes with his clothes stuffed into what looked like
a couple pair of jeans with the legs tied off. He had a soccor ball under
one arm and seemed to be stuggling a little bit so I jumped out and opened
the rear door door for him. "I still have my soccer trophies and stuff
Greg." I told him to get them and a few minutes later he came back with a
box full of stuff and put it the back with the rest his clothes then
climbed back in the front seat and we left.  If Pedro had any regrets he
certainly didn't show them. We arrived at home about 15 minutes later and
as the house looked in front of us from behind the walls, Pedro all but
gasped.

"I have heard of this place Greg, it is la Joya del Pacifico is it not?" I
nodded my head.

"Indeed it is Pedro, indeed it is."

"Fresco," he said with a grin.