Date: Mon, 02 Nov 2015 18:22:16 -0800
From: Rick DeDikke <rickthedick@fastmail.fm>
Subject: preteen-fucks-his-nanny part 2

PRETEEN-FUCKS-HIS-NANNY-2
by Rick the Dick
rickthedick@fastmail.fm
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(The sex starts at part IX if you want to cut to the chase).


VIII.	THE SEDUCTION


       I knew exactly whom I wanted to target among Andres' friends:
Gabriel. I always got hard whenever Gabriel was around. Gabriel stood
out to me because he was equally as hot as Andres, but in a different
way. Andres was outgoing, laughed, giggled and joked all the time. He
had a hot little body, shaped like a wrestler's with thick arms, pecs,
ass, and thighs. I knew it very well of course.

	Gabriel by contrast was a little quiet, if not aloof. He would
usually smirk at funny things, not laugh out loud like Andres. Gabriel
was the "hard to get" type, which made him even hotter in my mind.
Physically, like Andres he was pale-skinned with a light dusting of
freckles, big brown eyes, and thick black hair. He had a hot little
body same as Andres, but different, more like a swimmer's body with
broader shoulders, lean torso, defined pecs, nice nipples, flat abs,
powerful thighs, and a rounded, muscular ass. Not quite a bubble butt,
just firm and muscular. He was also a year older than Andres, 12 just
about to turn 13.

       I also knew Gabriel had a little fuzz around his balls and some
tiny black hairs above his cock, from various times seeing him change
for swimming. It was just a little, though. He could probably
ejaculate something at least, which Andres couldn't yet.

       How to seduce him though? This was a problem. I'm sure he had
absolutely no idea it was possible to fuck the masculine-acting nanny
of his friend. He barely ever noticed me in fact, because to him I was
probably just the hired help.

       I finally made my move one afternoon when it was just Andres and
Gabriel in the pool, and me. The rest of the house was gone. We were
playing typical games in the water, keep-away, jump-off-the-board-and-
catch-the-ball kinds of things. Every chance I could though I'd stick
my ass into Gabriel's crotch. The first couple times he quickly backed
off and I think thought it was a mistake. The next couple he'd back
off but look at me like "what are you doing?"

       I was getting really horny and started to act even more obvious
and desperate, really. Andres could see what I was up to and started
smirking. Once again I backed into Gabriel's crotch, but this time I
also grabbed his muscled ass and humped him against me as I made
exaggerated grunts and "fake"-moaned "Oh, this feels good!"

       Gabriel wasn't trying to get away, but said "What are you doing?
Are you a faggot?" He looked amused but puzzled.

       I said "No."

       "He wants you to fuck him," Andres explained.

       "Ohhhhhhhhh," Gabriel replied, suddenly understanding and pushing
me firmly away. "No. No way!" he smirked.

       "No, he doesn't do you. You just fuck him, like Eduardo," Andres
said. I later found out Eduardo was a former neighbor boy who used to
let others fuck him without demanding his own turn.

       I was still learning how the whole custom worked regarding macho
boys fucking. I wondered if some had to do with their heavily-Catholic
culture. For boys, masturbation was a sin that required confessing to
the priest (or otherwise living with the "guilt"). Having sex with a
girl outside of wedlock was also a sin (and girls were heavily
sheltered in their culture anyway). Fucking another boy though (or
man) appeared to be a loophole. "Homosexual acts" was a sin, but it
was defined as between two men or two women in their language (not
"two males"). Therefore a boy fucking another boy, or man, technically
wasn't a sin.

	At least that's how the boys around there seemed to understand
it. I wasn't Catholic and not sure if that was actual Catholic
doctrine, or just a convenient interpretation by their local Priest,
but it explained I think why Andres was always so eager to fuck me
instead of masturbating on his own. It was because he didn't need to
confess!

       Gabriel was squinting at me a little, sizing me up. He didn't say
anything, and I really didn't know what to say or how to proceed
myself.

       Andres broke the silence. "Hurry, throw it!" he shouted. It was
his turn to jump off the board and catch the ball. I'm sure he was
getting annoyed at so much of my attention being on Gabriel.

       We went back to the catch-the-ball game for a little while, but
on my next opportunity I grabbed Gabriel's ass again and humped him
into me again like before, grunting and moaning. He just looked amused
and along for the ride this time as I kept it up.

       "Jesus, you guys," Gabriel suddenly shouted, annoyed. "Why don't
you just go to his room and get it over with?"

       "Ok!" I replied, a little too quickly. I wanted to be the first
out of the water anyway so I could hide my arousal with my towel
before either of them saw. I was disappointed because I didn't hear
Gabriel getting out of the water behind me, but I decided to head
inside anyway because I really needed to jerk off.

       As soon as I shut the sliding door though I looked back and could
see them in a somewhat serious discussion, Andres nodding his head here
and there. Then to my thrill, which also caused a surge of precum,
Gabriel got out of the water with a big mischievous grin, got his towel
and headed toward me. I was going to get fucked by this hot little stud
who never looked hotter to me than he did right then!

       Honestly though, I was also ashamed my desperate attempt at
"seduction" made me seem too "gay" to Andres. I was afraid that could
have ended our close relationship right there because being gay isn't
accepted there. Yes, despite it being okay to fuck each other. It was
complex and I was still learning, but one of the rules seemed to be
it's not wrong or gay to have gay sex with another boy (you're just
getting off), but it is wrong to have gay sex with a homosexual. That
is gay.

       However, it is not gay to get fucked by another boy, because
you're either just waiting for your turn on top, or doing it as a
favor to a friend so he can both get off and practice for fucking a
girl someday. Unless you're gay, of course, then getting fucked is
gay.

       Hmmm, got it? I still didn't quite understand everything.

       It's the reason though that I still tried to hide my erection by
only letting Andres fuck me doggy-style. Although, I was starting to
have doubts because there were times I couldn't hide it too well, yet
Andres didn't seem to notice or care. That's especially why I wanted
to get fucked on my back to let Gabriel see my erection and see that I
enjoyed everything, to gauge his reaction before I tried that with
Andres.

       The annoying problem I was having with cumming while getting
fucked, meanwhile, I had figured out after some exploration with my
fingers and was now mostly able to prevent. I had noticed it would
happen when my ass was at a specific height and Andres was up high
enough and fucking more downward. At that angle, with his three-or-so-
inch cock, it was rubbing the hell into my prostate. Orgasms from that
rapid kind of stimulation aren't really pleasurable because they don't
have a buildup and release, it's more like "WHOA" followed by a sudden
squirt-squirt-squirt.

       Initially I was able to stop that happening by avoiding that
angle and keeping my ass a little higher, where his cock head was
pushing into me more straight-on. At that angle though, sometimes he
would forcefully push my hips back down I think because his cock tip
rubbing against the lower wall felt better for him than fucking
straight-on where the cock head was in a void and he was only getting
friction around the base from my sphincter. Whatever it was, he was
soon pounding against my prostate again and I was back to sometimes
cumming suddenly.

       Then I found I could put my ass a little more higher and that was
enough to keep him happy (I think because of the upward curve of his
cock now hitting the top side instead). That became our standard
position and I was usually able to keep it that way with him orgasming
quickly enough without needing to change positions. It was working
pretty well for both of us.

       What I was about to learn from Gabriel though blew my mind and
taught me I had been doing it wrong with Andres this whole time.


IX. MAKING LOVE


	When Gabriel got inside the hous, he became a completely
different person. Normally he was quiet, aloof, and rarely made eye
contact with me, but now his widened eyes were locked in mine, he had a
huge grin, and got talkative. I noticed it was exactly opposite from
Andres, who was normally affectionate and talkative apart from sex, but
with sex wanted to just fuck then leave.

       "Where should we do it?" Gabriel quietly but very eagerly asked.

       "Upstairs in my room," I replied.

       "Okay, let's go!" he said, leading the way. Nice! Behind him on
the stairs unfortunately I couldn't see his awesome muscle ass because
his towel was wrapped around his back and covered his ass, but his legs
were nice enough, well-toned from all the soccer every boy there
played.

       "Is anyone else home?" he turned his head and asked. I said no.
"We should do it somewhere with a lock just in case. Is there a lock
on your door?" he excitedly continued. Yes, I said. "Wow, thanks so
much for letting me do this. I haven't fucked in like... a year! And
we're going to need lubrication, do you have some?" So eager and so
talkative!

       He was very concerned about making sure the door behind us was
locked. I was just smiling at everything so far but he noticed and
shyly grinned. "I don't want anyone to see!" I nodded. Of course, I
understood. "Okay, take off your suit and lay on the bed on your back,
except pull your legs back so your ass is up like this" he gestured
with his hands. I told him I knew how. He grinned again like he
suddenly realized "of course he knows" and pulled down his own suit.

       I whimpered a little at the sight of that gorgeous erect boy cock
that was about to enter me. It was bigger than I expected from having
seen it soft. It was maybe an inch or inch and a half longer than
Andres' and quite a bit thicker. It was straight and almost a
belly-hugger but didn't curve up, just pointed upward. He still didn't
have many hairs yet, a very light dusting at most.

       He must have seen me drooling while I stared, and he laughed a
little like he wasn't sure if I was joking. Why would a man who's not
gay want to stare at his cock like that?

       As I pulled my own suit down he saw my erection. I think I saw
him grimace, just a bit. I had unwittingly violated one of the "rules"
which is that it's not gay to have an erection when you're going to
fuck someone (because you need one after all), but it IS gay to have
an erection if you're the one who's about to get fucked.

       That rule was a little murky though because as I also later found
out, it wasn't gay to get erect WHILE you're being fucked (because of
course sometimes it happens from the physical stimulation). Also, it
COULD be acceptable to get erect before getting fucked, only if you're
thinking about when it'll be YOUR turn to fuck. That's not gay, at
least among boy logic. So my erection wasn't all that serious, not
enough to turn Gabriel off anyway. He was still smiling at me and
fully hard himself.

       Another couple unspoken rules were that most boys preferred the
bottom boy to be on his back (more like the usual position fucking a
girl, I suppose) and it was considered polite for the bottom to cover
his cock and balls with his hand to help with that illusion. There was
no way I could do that with my hand or even hands, but it turns out
during the heat of passion they don't really look at it or care that
much anyway. It wasn't a strict rule.

       Meanwhile as I laid my towel on the bed and reached over for the
lube, Gabriel surprisingly hopped on the bed too, laying down next to
me on his side while staring into my eyes and still smiling. I
squirted a bunch of lube onto my fingers and reached down to get my
sphincter ready, while offering him the tube with my other hand. He
took it but set it down, still smiling. He wanted to talk! Which was
odd, because it wasn't like he was trying to work up an erection -- he
was already hard as diamonds - so what was he doing? Andres would
always just get right to work. Gabriel though proceeded to tell me
about some kid who used to live in the neighborhood that they "all"
would fuck, because he didn't ask to fuck back, but then he moved.
Then there was some other kid but he stopped doing it, then something
about another boy where his cousin lived who would let him fuck but he
hadn't been there in awhile. Then a story about how he almost got to
fuck a girl but her father caught them and he was banned from being
with her.

       All this time he was still rock hard. I was nodding and
encouraging him to talk. We were making an emotional connection and it
was very intimate and even thrilling, but I was getting more and more
desperate and most of all wanted his cock in me! What a tease.

       Well, not really. It was most of all making me more and more
aroused. I suddenly thought, I think he's doing foreplay! How does he
know about that?

       I started lubing him up because he wasn't making the move. I
couldn't stand it much longer.

       As we got ready to fuck, he proudly told me how he could
ejaculate a little now and he was going to pull out before he came and
show me. "No, don't do that. It always feels better to cum inside," I
tried to suggest in a non-gay way. "Come on, let's do it now" I
begged, pulling my knees back into position to receive.

       "Okay" he excitedly said, hopping up and getting into position. I
helped guide his cock in with my fist, mostly to control the initial
penetration depth and speed like I always needed to do with Andres
(who would jam it in otherwise, despite my pleas and instructions).
For some reason though I could sense Gabriel wasn't going to do that,
so I took my hand away and really turned control of my ass entirely
over to him. It was a vulnerable, but very exciting feeling. We
already had an amount of intimacy and trust between us that I never
had with Andres.

       I relaxed and open up my ass to however he wanted to do it. As I
suspected, instead of ramming himself in like Andres would have done,
he firmly but gently slid his way in, pausing, moving in deeper,
letting it stretch, pausing more, moving deeper, pausing, moving. I
had the thought "this boy is really experienced!"

       It took some more adapting and stretching -- my ass was pretty
used to Andres, but Gabriel was larger and thicker although not too
painfully so -- until Gabriel finally worked up to a good pumping
rhythm for himself. But then he started varying the speed and depth,
unlike Andres who would always just go as deep as possible, and fuck
faster and faster until he came. Gabriel on the other hand would
sometimes slow down, then speed up. He'd fuck fast and deep, then pull
back and fuck half way, then pull way back and rub just his cockhead
inside the opening. He'd even sometimes take it out and "tickle" the
opening with his head before pushing back in long and deep. He was
working the whole tunnel as if he was trying to stimulate me just as
much as himself.

        The other thing was he was clearly listening to me and watching
all my reactions. And responding! When I'd make a painful grunt,
however soft, he'd back off. A pleasurable grunt, he'd do more. A
moan, he'd back off but if I didn't pleasure grunt after awhile he'd
go back to the spot and angle that made me moan. I also liked how when
I'd moan, he'd always look up at me in my eyes, and smile even bigger,
happy to share our mutual pleasure.

       At one point he even pulled out entirely, just to scoot up and
lay on top of me so we were face-to-face. He grinned and shyly asked
if he could pretend my nipple was a tit and lick it, and also lick
around my neck. He did that for a bit as he gently humped against my
stomach. Then he went back to fucking for awhile, then again pulled
out and slid back up for more nuzzling.

       I figured he couldn't fuck at the same time he nuzzled because
of his shorter height and how my lower half needed to curl up to
receive him, but just the fact that in the middle of fucking he was
able to stop because he wanted to cuddle and caress was really
arousing to me. While he'd nuzzle I'd have one hand firmly squeezing
his ass and the other hugging and rubbing his back and I loved it all.
He probably did too.

       All I could think was, this boy really knew how to fuck! Really
fuck! I loved that he was trying to please me as much as himself. Then
I had an epiphany: he wasn't fucking, this is what they call "making
love." I had never been "made love" to like this by another person --
it was always fucking -- and this new thing filled me both with an
intense emotional love for him, and pure arousal. I couldn't believe I
was being taught about how to really make love to someone by a 12 year
old, but I was.

       As he went back again into pumping his cock in me, I naturally
hooked my lower legs tighter around his toned upper thighs and ass,
pulling him in tighter, while also resting my hands on his adolescent
shoulders. Part of me got a little worried that I might be getting a
little too "gay" -- the idea is you're just supposed to lay there and
let the other guy fuck -- but then I thought I'm so fucking aroused I
just don't care.

       As the speed and intensity of his thrusts increased, it was clear
he was pretty close to cumming, and frankly I was too. And not from a
prostate orgasm (although that stimulation -- he seemed to be focusing
more on my moan spots -- was certainly helping), I could feel a real
one approaching. I automatically reached down and started to jack
myself off, but he immediately said "Ewww, don't," and pulled my hand
away. "I'm supposed to cum, not you!" he laughed, eager and wide-eyed,
looking back down at his cock pounding into me. He was panting heavily
and I didn't want to hurt the moment so I put my arms aside and lifted
my ass up higher to try to take in as much of him and his cock as I
could.

       I was so horny though I figured if it felt like his fucking was
about to make me cum, I wasn't going to try to stop it or cover it and
would just let it shoot wherever. I didn't care that he'd see it.

       He shifted a bit, arching his back more to get his groin further
in. He was taking longer strokes, his cock actually coming all the way
out sometimes, but my well-worn hole would stay open and it was
driving right back in with no problem.

       He was looking down at his cock vigorously thrusting in and out
when he suddenly snapped his head up. He had a HUGE mischievous grin,
laid forward as much as he could while keeping his cock inside, then
started pumping long, hard and deep. He came while staring straight
into my eyes. I noticed them glaze up as he squirted his probably one
or two shots into me.

       He did some more long and slow strokes and held the last stroke
in all the way for a long time. Finally he pulled out and playfully
said "bitch!" as he walked to my bathroom to get cleaned up.

        When he came back and went over to get his swimsuit, he smiled
and said "You got my sperm in you now" in a teasing tone, but also
somewhat proud.

       By that time I was so aroused and needed to cum so badly I didn't
even realize I had started jacking off. From the start I had made no
attempt to hide my raging and pre-cumming hardon from him, and the
fact that he didn't seem too bothered by it, or call me faggot or
anything because of it now gave me the confidence to jack it with him
still in the room.

       "Eww, no! Don't masturbate at me, masturbate to girls," he said
as soon as he saw it. He really did seem annoyed and maybe a little
repulsed, although he was still smirking, kind of. I probably could
have replied I was thinking about girls, but instead I stopped and
just suffered with a cock near full explosion as he spent too long
getting his wet swimsuit back on.

       "Why don't you go find where Andres is?" I suggested, trying to
shoo him out, but instead he got a big grin and hopped back on my bed,
laying next to me on his side again. He wanted to talk more? ARGH! I
had the towel covering my cock, but it was throbbing and about to
explode. That's all I could think about, trying to hold it off, as he
talked about different parts of our fucking - well, our LOVEMAKING --
stuff about which parts he liked best, he asked me which parts hurt or
felt good, asked me if I had ever fucked a girl (no) and proceeded to
explain something about finding her "good spot" and backing off or
something then going back to that when you're close to cumming because
that way you'll cum together.

       I couldn't believe how knowledgeable this 12 year old was. He
knew stuff I didn't. I wondered if that stereotype about the "Latino
Lover" comes from them having so much practice and passing along this
kind of knowledge to each other from a young age.

       I finally got him to leave (then barely touched my cock and it
erupted all over my body and headboard). I realized at that moment
though that I had been doing it all wrong with Andres. As his nanny,
tutor and mentor, I had an actual obligation -- professional,
cultural, as well as ethical -- to educate him the right way what it
means to be a true Latino Lover. Like Gabriel.

       I started to understand the whole wink-wink/nudge-nudge thing
with his father when I had first arrived. Yes, homosexuality was
taboo, but boys also needed to learn the "Latino Lover" way, and with
girls unavailable, there really wasn't another option. Guys needed to
teach other guys, but just don't talk about it.

       Yes, I finally felt I understood the whole thing and was happy
to continue engaging in it.


X.	EPILOGUE


       It took some time, but I gradually got Andres to understand more
of the difference between fucking and actually making love. Including
the foreplay, the post pillow-talk, the emotional connection, the
conversation during, the trust, the eye contact, the closeness that
wasn't just about cock-inside-them but the hugging and caressing that
helped build up all that. He got pretty good at it.

       We had quickly switched to fucking with me on my back, and like
Gabriel he didn't seem to care about my obvious arousal, although at
first he was weird about me trying to jack off during it or experience
any pleasure of my own. It was still a little delicate because the
taboo against homosexuality and the idea of enjoying getting fucked
was strong, but I came up with the idea that "it means you're doing
good if you can make the other person cum," and the idea that I was
only trying to enjoy and try to cum from it to help him get better at
knowing when a girl is responding positively or not. I don't know if
he fully believed me, but it didn't seem to bother him and it didn't
affect our close relationship outside of the sex.

       Andres soon hit puberty, but even after a year you still couldn't
tell unless you saw his cock, which seemed to be the only thing
growing (besides his feet). He never got much hair around his cock
either. But he soon became able to shoot - and pretty soon a LOT. It
was insane how a 13-year-old could unload that much, even more than I
could. It introduced a new, slightly darker element to his fucking
though. Usually he'd pump as deep as he could into me when he came
(and I could usually feel almost every shot: the first hard one, then
another hard one, and another, and another, then another weaker one...
oh wait, then another...  is he done yet? Nope... one more), but
sometimes he'd find it hilarious to pull out and squirt all over my
face, just for the insult I think, knowing I wouldn't mind or react.
No heterosexual would allow that, so that HAD to have reinforced that
I was indeed gay. He never said anything about it though, never teased
or insulted me about it, he'd usually just snicker and leave to wash
up. Maybe the gay taboo is getting better, at least among their
generation.

       As for Gabriel, he definitely wanted to keep fucking (I'm pretty
sure I was his only outlet at the time other than a lot of guilty
masturbation), but we just couldn't make it happen again. It was rare
for everyone in the house to be gone which we needed because the house
staff would think it's weird if another boy went to my room without
Andres. He soon hit his growth spurt anyway and stopped hanging around
Andres so much, because it wasn't cool anymore to hang around a kid a
year younger and a grade behind.

	As for me, eventually I could tell the family didn't really need
me anymore. The fucking with Andres had been tapering off, for one
because I couldn't take daily pounding anymore like I could when his
cock was smaller, but also he was getting more into girls and I think
had decided it was okay to jack off. I never did get him to be quite
as good a lover as Gabriel (Andres always wanted to fuck too hard, I
could never tame that part of his technique), but in the end he was a
whole lot better than the raw animal aggression when we had first
fucked.

	I left to get on with my life and career, very proud of Andres,
and his parents I think felt the same about me. We're all still
friends to this day. He has a fiance now I've only ever seen through
social media, but even with her I feel an odd connection. Both of us
have taken Andres' cock inside us and received his cum, which I think
makes us kind of related in a weird way. I secretly wonder though
which of us has taken more of it. I'm pretty sure it's me.


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