Date: Thu, 21 Apr 2011 17:38:25 -0400 (EDT) From: DOGG <nphillydogg@aol.com> Subject: el padre de mi novia EL PADRE DE MI NOVIA-1 (My Girlfriend's Father) Pt-1 24 year old Angel Santiago dated 19 year old Carla Menendez secretly for many months, keeping their relationship from her strict father who ruled his home and family with an iron fist. 43 year old Hector Menendez worked in a recycle factory, but was rumored on the streets to be involved in the Spanish Mafia. As Carla and Angel's relationship grew and developed, it became imperative that he meet her family. Carla set up a date with her father to meet Angel over dinner. Hector was angry to discover his little girl had carried on a long term relationship with a boy he'd never met, but Arianna (Hector's wife) helped calm him down, telling him that their daughter wouldn't feel the need to hide her relationships if he wasn't so unreasonably strict. "So I'm just supposed to allow her to sleep around with whoever she wants...?!" asked Hector, angrily. "What do we really KNOW about this boy...?" he asked. "Carla likes him..." reasoned Arianna, slaving in the kitchen with her apron wrapped about her waist to protect her dress. "...and that's ALL I NEED to know...!" "Maybe for YOU, eh..." said Hector, looking into the pots. "...but a FATHER needs to know a man can provide for his daughter...! Does he have a JOB...? An apartment...? A car...? A criminal record...?" Arianna slapped Hector's hands, causing him to drop to lid to her simmering beans... "YOU didn't have all those things when I dated YOU..." she said, "...AND you had a criminal record...!" Hector looked around to make sure none of the children heard her... "shhh..." she said, reminding her that he was living another life now. "...we agreed never to bring that up again...!" he said, stealing a cheery tomato off the table. "You know how hard I've worked to keep a honest living since we've had the kids...!" "I know, I know Hector..." said his wife, walking over to him with her lips pursed for kissing. "...and I LOVE you for it...!" Hector popped the cherry tomato in his mouth and bit down just before kissing his wife on the lips. A second later he was worming his arms around her short/petite body as he pulled her into him for a more serious, sensuous kiss. Arianna knew what those kisses could lead to, and pushed away from her husband... "THAT'S how we ended up with 3 children now...!" she said, getting back to her cooking. "Like 3 is a big number...!" he smirked, "You know I come from a family of 10...!" "And I know your mother's coochie never healed afterwards...!" said Arianna (to herself). "What did you say...?" asked Hector. "I said...answer the door...!" lied Arianna, hearing the doorbell ring. "Okay, okay, I'm going, see...?" he said, heading for the front door. "I GOT IT...!" yelled Carla, bee-lining down the steps to answer the door before her father. Hector heard the commotion coming down the steps as Carla ran for the front door. He laughed to himself as he went into the living room (to the lift of the foyer) to lite himself a cigar. Carla ran downstairs for the door, after hearing the doorbell ring from her bedroom. She desperately wanted Angel to make a good impression, and wanted a chance to see and talk to him first, before her father did. "Hi Angel..." she blushed as she opened the door, finding her boyfriend standing on the top step with a bouquet of flowers. "Aww... they're pretty..., thanks...!" she said upon seeing them. "Oh..., they not for you..." said Angel, nervously. Carla looked disappointed. "...they for your mom...!" he clarified, quickly. "Oh...!" smiled Carla, stepping aside to let him in. "She'll ready like that!" she giggled as he stepped inside. Angel looked about the inside of the house from the foyer, this being his first time inside... "Where's your father...?" he asked nervously, his palms already sweating. "He's in the living room..." said Carla, showing Angel in. "Now whatever you do, don't let him scare you..., his bark is much worse than his bite...! And he likes to smoke those nasty Cuban cigars..., don't let him get you to smoke one, cause they might make you throw-up...!" advised Carla, stepping into the room. Angel was still soaking in the new information when she suddenly introduced him to her father... "Daddy..." she said, as the legendary Hector Menendez came into view... "...this is Angel..., Angel..., THIS is my DAD!" Angel felt a lump in his throat as he approached Hector Menendez sitting in his easy chair, smoking an ole stogie. "haa..." said Angel, sounding high-pitch as he regrouped and cleared his throat. "...Hi sir..., it's a pleasure to meet you...!" he said, holding out his hand (nervously) to shake. Hector sat in his easy chair, his legs cross, his head titled back and up (properly), holding a lit stogie in his hand as thick smoke slowly escaped his barely parted lips... He stared up into Angel's face for (what felt like forever to Angel) a few seconds before looking down at his trembling hand like it held some infectious diseases. "Hi...?" said Hector, cocking his ear as if he forgot Angel's name already. "Angel, sir...!" said Angel, still holding his hand out. "...Angel..., of course..." said Hector, finally grasping Angel's hand. "Hi Angel...!" "Hello, sir! It's a REAL Pleasure to meet you, sir!" said Angel, as the two men shook hands. "I bought these flowers for YOU...!" he said, handing the bouquet to Hector. Hector put his cigar in his mouth, then slowly accepted the flowers with a stunned look upon his face... "I mean I bought them for your WIFE...!" corrected Angel, noting the odd look on the older man's face. "You bought flowers for MY wife...?" asked Hector, chewing on the end of his cigar. Angel nodded nervously. "MY wife...?" asked Hector again. "It's not enough that you want to steal away my daughter's innocence..., now you come and put a move on MY wife...??" Angel's face dropped... "Oh NO...! NO sir...! That's not what I meant..." defended the boy. "Oh...?" asked Hector. "Is something WRONG with my wife...?" he asked, looking upset. "NO...!" said Angel, digging a deeper hole for himself. "No.., I'm sure mrs Menendez is FINE, sir...!" "Have you SEEN my wife...?" asked Hector, with a wink. "uh..., no sir, I haven't..." said Angel, unsure what the wink meant. "Then HOW do you know she's FINE...?" asked Hector, enjoying the confused look on Angel's face. "I...I..." stuttered the boy, unsure what to say next. "DADDY..., leave Angel alone...!" said Carla, realizing her father was just playing. Just then Arianna came walking in from the kitchen, untying her apron as to give a good first impression... "Hi..., you must be Angel...?" she asked, balling the apron up in her hand before holding the other one out to shake. "uh..., yes...! Yes I am..." said Angel, nearly forgetting his own name. "Carla has told us so much about you...!" said Arianna politely, as she shook Angel's sweaty palm. Hector looked up at his wife... "Look what Angel bought me..." he said, showing his wife the bouquet. "Oh..., how wonderful...!" smiled Arianna, never having heard of a man buying another man flowers... "Actually..., they're for YOU mom...!" corrected Carla, knowing her father was having fun at Angel's expense. "How sweet...!" said Arianna, taking the flowers from her husband. "I'll put these in water..., while YOU, Carla, help set up the table...!" Carla looked at Angel and her father, feeling like she was leaving him to the big bad wolf... "I'll be RIGHT back..." she said, kissing him on the cheek. "...don't let him scare you...!" she whispered into his ear, before darting off with her mother. Angel watched Carla scamper off without him, then turned his attention back to Hector Menendez who was staring up at him suspiciously... "Were you just staring at my daughter's ass...?" he asked, chewing his cigar. "NO sir...!" said Angel, honestly. "Why not..., you gay or something...?" asked Hector, just as his son (Antonio) entered the house... "Who's GAY...?" asked Antonio, the spitting image of his father, only younger and slightly less frightening... "Angel here's gay..." said Hector, nonchalantly. "Who you...?" asked Antonio. "I'm Angel..." said Angel, holding out his hand to shake. "...I'm Carla's...uh...boyfriend...!" he said uncomfortably in front of Hector (who's jaw bones suddenly clinched). "Carla's dating a fag...?" asked Antonio, ignoring Angel's outreached hand. "I'm not gay..." corrected Angel. "But my dad said you were..." said Antonio. "I just met your dad..." said Angel, putting his hands in his pockets. "So what's that mean...?" asked Antonio, "You just met, so you can't possibly be gay...?" "Do I LOOK gay...?" asked Angel, getting frustrated by the insinuations. Hector and Antonio looked at Angel, judgingly..., then cocked their heads as if looking deeper. Angel began to feel more and more uncomfortable as the two related men had yet to make up their minds... "I'm NOT GAY...!" insisted Angel, starting to feel self-conscious... "The fact that you protest too much indicates you might be a fag...!" summed Antonio, turning to his father. "What's for dinner...?" "Your mother's making her specialty..." said Hector, leaning back in his seat. "For HIM...??" asked Antonio with an attitude. "She didn't even cook that when I bought MY girlfriend home...!" he yelled, jealously. "Well Tony..." said Hector, blowing out smoke. "...you have a new girlfriend practically every month..., it's not every day that Carla brings home a stray homo...!" "I'm NOT GAY...!" said Angel again, causing the two related men to laugh out loud. "Momma said dinner's ready...!" said Carla, peeking her head into the room. Hector and Antonio walked into the dining room together, laughing at how frustrated they got Angel as Angel took a moment to compose himself. "Are you alright...?" asked Carla, sensing something was wrong as she joined Angel alone in the living room. "I..., I just don't know if this was a good idea..." confessed Angel, feeling as if he'd gotten off on the wrong foot. "I told you not to let my dad scare you...!" reminded Carla. "And Antonio's just teasing you..., he and my dad probably had something funny planned all day to trick you up with...! Don't let them get to you!" "Okay..." said Angel, taking Carla's hand. Carla blushed as she looked up into the eyes of the boy she loved. A second later, they shared a kiss... "ewww..." said the voice of Carla's 12 year old sister (Hanna). "...I'm gonna tell DAD you were both kissing in the house...!" she said as she broke between the young couple. "DAAADDDD...!" she yelled as she walked (briskly) into the dining room. "And THAT was my little sister, Hanna...!" said Carla, locking hands with Angel as she dragged him into the dining room for dinner... Pt-2 Arianna Menendez and her eldest daughter Carla bought out the meal, and laid everything out on the table. There were fresh vegetables, salad, breads, red beans and rice, chi-chicken and pasta, and a spicy Spanish soup. Everyone dug in and ate until their bellies were hardy, all the while grilling poor Angel about his life's long-term/short-term goals, and where Carla sat in the scheme of things...? Angel really didn't have much to say on the matter. He had been helping his uncle work around his funeral parlor: driving/moving the bodies, setting up displays, cleaning, washing the hoarse, etc. Arianna and Hanna frowned distastefully at the idea of dating someone who touches dead people... "Angel don't actually TOUCH them..." clarified Carla, "...he just props them before the families come in for the viewing...!" "ewww...!" said Hanna. "How much something like that pay...?" asked Antonio. "It's not polite to ask someone how much money they make...!" scorned Carla. "It does if he's planning on dating MY daughter...!" intervened Hector. "You were saying, Angel...?" "Well, it doesn't really pay a whole lot, sir..." said Angel, "...my uncle usually slips me whatever he can under the table..., but I'm thinking of going to school to be an Undertaker...! They can make a lot of money...!" "I heard old misses Zelderbar died with over a thousand dollars stuffed down her bra..." recalled Antonio... "...did you and your uncle see any of THAT money...?" "No..." laughed Angel, "...but people come in all the time wanting to bury their family members in expensive jewelry..., we had one guy get buried in a Rolex!" "Tell the truth..." smirked Antonio. "...do yall go back after everybody's gone and dig up the body and steal all the jewelry...?" "MOM...!" called Carla. "Antonio...!" called Arianna. "What...??" questioned Tony, not seeing the inappropriateness of his question. "I know I would!" "It's illegal to steal from a corpse...!" informed Angel. "Who's gonna tell...?" asked Tony. "Where do you live...?" asked Arianna, changing the subject at the table. "With my parents...!" confessed Angel. "Are you planning to get your own place...?" asked Hector, curiously. "Well, I was planning to move in with my cousin..." explained Angel, "...he has an efficiency and said I could move in with him...!" "That's gonna be kinda cramped, ain't it..." asked Hector, frowning. "...two guys in one small efficiency...?" "He'll be alright, pop..." said Antonio, stuffing his mouth full of chicken. "...he's...remember...!" "Oh, yeah..." chuckled Hector. "He's what...?" asked Hanna. "Eat you dinner, squirt!" said Hector. "I'm NOT..." said Angel, realizing what Hector and Tony were referring to. "Not what...?" asked Hanna. "Okay." said Hector, sounding less than convinced. "I'm serious, sir..., I'm not...!" "Not what...?" asked Hanna. "Eat...!" said Arianna, trying to figure out the code herself. "I said Okay..." said Hector. "Now what...?" questioned Carla, wanting to know also. "You father and brother are under the mistaken impression that I'm gay..." said Angel. "I never said you were gay...!" corrected Tony. "DAD did!" "I didn't SAY he was gay..." clarified Hector. "...I asked IF he was...?" "Hector...!" said Arianna, harshly. "What kind of question is that to ask your daughter's boyfriend...?!" "It was an honest question...!" defended Hector. "You never know nowadays...!" "Well..." said Carla, coming to Angel's defense. "...I can attest daddy..., Angel IS NOT gay...!" The table got silent as Hector read the assuredness on his daughter's smug face... His fist slammed down against the table as dishes jumped into the air and glasses turned over onto their sides... "How THE FUCK do YOU know he's not gay...??!" asked Hector, screaming mad. "Because..." said Carla, as Angel tried his best to keep her quiet. "Carla...! Hector...!" said Arianna, trying to calm her family and upright the spilled glasses to keep them from ruining her tablecloth... "HOW...!??" yelled Hector, "ANSWER ME!!" "Because we've already made love!" yelled Carla, feeling liberated. Hector's eyes turned red with anger as he leaped across the table to strangle Angel. Carla screamed as Hector fell belly first into the food, grabbing Angel about the collar as he pulled him in closer. Angel screamed for help as he tried to get away, pulling in the opposite direction as the family went into an uproar... Pt-3 After the yelling died down, Hector (feeling much calmer after a few stiff drinks and a strong lecture from his wife about letting their daughter grow up...) took Angel into the family garage (which had been converted into his private den) for a talk. Now that he and Carla had consummated their relationship, things were different. Hector REALLY wanted to know what Angel's intentions were, and they certainly better NOT be moving his precious daughter in with him and his cousin... "Well, sir..." said Angel, not feeling totally safe with just him and Hector in the room (but Hector assured his wife that he would not hurt the boy...) "...like I said..., I plan to go to school to become a funeral director like my uncle...!" "That's LONG term..." said Hector, "...what about short-term...? What can you offer her NOW besides a stiff dick and a bunch of empty promises...?" he asked, straight up. Angel looked lost. "How do you make money, son...? Tell me the truth..." "I uh..." thought Angel, lowering his head to the floor. "...I sell drugs sometimes..., for my cousin..." "Ever been arrested...?" asked Hector, getting to the soul of the boy. "Yes." answered Angel. "Convicted...?" asked Hector. "Yes." answered Angel. "Where you do time at...?" asked the older man. "Graterford...!" answered Angel. "How long...?" "18 months." "Which unit...?" "D." answered Angel. "Then you knew Poncho...?" asked Hector, bringing a look of surprise to Angel's face. "Yeah..., I know him..." admitted Angel. Hector looked the young man up and down hard, shaking his head... "If you knew Poncho..., then you HAD to have been punked..." surmised the older man, "...cause ain't no way in HELL Poncho let a good looking young kid like YOU walk around for 18 months without poppin' that coochie...!" Angel bowed his head in shame... "I THOUGHT so..." said the concerned father. "...and YOU want to date my 19 year old daughter...?" he laughed, getting angry just thinking of how Angel probably defiled his daughter's virtue while possibly being a bigger pussy-bottom than she could ever be...! Angel realized where the father's contempt was coming from... "Sir..." he said, looking up into Hector's angry face. "...I just want you to know that Carla and I NEVER had intercourse...!" he confessed, hoping it might somehow make things better. "We only hand oral sex..." WHAT...??!!" yelled Hector, having awakened nightmares of his daughter sucking Angel's dick... "It's NOT what you're thinking, sir...!" corrected Angel, sensing another attack. "I went down on HER!" he admitted, as Hector's anger slowly started to dissipate. "Oh..." he said, picturing his daughter still officially had her virginity intact. "...okay then...!" he accepted, the urge to kill Angel suddenly passing... "I'm sorry for any problems I may have bought to your family, sir..." apologized Angel, sensing the end of his visit. "...I didn't mean you disrespect your daughter in any way...!" "It's alright..." said Hector, realizing his worst nightmare hadn't yet come true. "...you're not a bad kid..." he said, going to his mini fridge for a beer. "...believe it or not..., I spent time in prison myself...!" he admitted. "That's how I got to know Poncho..., he was serving a life sentence for murder...! He was one tough fucker...! We ran in the same gang...!" Angel agreed, watching Hector pop the cap on his beer before turning it up to his mustached lips. "You want one...?" he asked, noticing how thirsty the kid was suddenly looking... "Yes, please..." said Angel, as Hector bent over and tossed him a cold one. Angel couldn't get the cap off fast enough as he needed a drink to help calm his raddled nerves. Hector watched Angel guzzle the first couple of gulps... "Yeah..." he said, watching Angel's Adam's Apple bob up and down as he swallowed. "...I bet Poncho taught you well..." he said aloud, getting a nervous look from Angel. Angel watched as Hector's hand slid slowly down the front of his wife-beater and down into his crotch, rubbing the stiff mound hiding behind his zipper... "If I know Poncho..., he had you on your hands and knees sucking dick and taking it 9-deep! How many men in his gang did you have to service on a regular...?" he inquired. Angel found it difficult to look the older man in the eye... "11...sir..." answered Angel, admitting to being the `bitch' to 11 men regularly. "Daaaammmmnnn..." whistled Hector, picturing Angel on his hands and knees, getting it from both ends... "...why don't you come over here and show me what they taught you in prison...?" Angel hesitated as he finished off his beer, then slowly crossed the room and stood directly in front of his girlfriend's father. Hector looked hot as hell (6'0", 175 lbs with a medium muscular build, thick black curly S/P hair (shag) with a thick black busy mustache and a constant 5 o'clock shadow) as he stood in his wife-beater, his hairy chest hairs peeking up over the collar. Hector couldn't help but notice (almost for the first time) how sexy Angel looked (5'11", 160 lbs, with long cornrows (going back) and a thin (trimmed) mustache), and realized finally what his daughter saw in him. The two men stared silently into each other's eyes, reading each other's thoughts as a hunger begin to build inside of them. Hector took one last swig of beer before tossing his bottle in the trash, then hooking Angel about the back of the neck before reeling him in for a long lingering kiss on the lips. Angel gasped as the older man's mouth covered his, his full lips and mustache attacking and devouring his thinner mouth as Hector's tongue quickly entered his. "Mmmph..." gasped Angel as he tried to pull away. But Hector gripped him tighter (keeping him captive) as he snaked his arms about his body and began to grind into him. Angel felt like he was drowning in Hector's mouth as the older man parted lips and nearly sucked in half of his face. It was all Angel could do to keep up with as Hector's thick wet tongue as it burrowed into his mouth in search of his stomach. Hector held Angel's slim toned body close to him as he ground crotches. Angel could feel the older man's thick dick grinding into him, causing his own dick to rise quickly to the occasion. Hector broke the kiss as he silently pushed Angel down onto his knees. The younger man knelt before the older man, staring into his crotch as he reached up and began to fondle his lump. "Take it out..." whispered Hector, his voice in a low heated husky tone. Angel unfastened Hector's large belt buckle, then unzipped his pants before reaching into his loose fitting boxers to heft out his thick uncut 8" erection. Hector thick dick spilled out into the open like a big crane, the bulbous head half covered with foreskin and already leaking pre-cum. Angel leaned forward and licked the piss-slit, tasting the pre-cream for the first time. "ah..." gasped Hector as his sensitive cockhead was washed. Angel did it again, liking Hector's child-like reaction as his body quivered with wild excitement. Angel then wrapped his hand about the thick shaft and peeled back the foreskin before stretching his mouth widely open and forcing it down on Hector's dick. Hector watched from above as his daughter's boyfriend sucked his dick. It was obvious as soon as Angel's mouth enveloped his dick that this was NOT Angel's first time sucking a man. Angel stretched his mouth down around the shaft of Hector's crank, sealing his lips somewhere around mid-shaft before slowly pulling back (dragging his lips back up the shaft). Once at the head, he changed directions again and slid back down the shaft, taking more of Hector's manly tool before retreating back up to the big bulbous head. Hector said nothing as Angel went down once more, this time not stopping until he inched his lips all the way down into the older man's bushy pubes (the veins popping out the sides of his neck), effectively swallowing his entire cock. "Ooooh..." moaned Hector, feeling his whole dick swallowed up in the warm wet mouth of his daughter's boyfriend. Angel ground his face in Hector's pubes for several moments (breathing in his musky crotch scent), causing his dick to churn around in the deep depths of his throat. Memories of sucking dick back in prison quickly flooded his mind as he recalled all the tricks he learned at the hands of Poncho and his buddies. Angel felt Hector's cock twitch in his throat before he decided to pull back for air. Dragging his thin lips slowly up the mighty shaft until he was sucking softly once again at the head, Angel glanced up to see his girlfriend's father looking down at him, lust building in the older man's deep smoldering intense eyes. Angel felt a rush of admiration spread throughout his body as he was suddenly filled with the longing to please Carla's dad. He plunged his mouth back down around Hector's shaft while staring up into the man's eyes. Without breaking eye contact he swallowed the dick completely, surrendering his mouth to the man above. Once he had the entire dick lodged back in his throat, he slowly pulled back up to the head then started bobbing back and forth, fucking his own mouth along the length of the big man's meaty shaft. Hector gently ran his fingers over Angel's neatly plaited cornrows, helping him to bob his head as he started to thrust his hips. The two men set up a steady pace as they both moved in opposite directions, clashing mouth to pubic bone with every plunge/stroke as the long hard dick submerged into the warm wet soft depths of Angel's welcoming throat. "HUMMPH...HUMMPH...HUMMPH...HUMMPH..." grunted Angel (hungrily) every time he swallowed forth, running his lips and mouth up and down rigid pole as he sucked for life. Suck/slurping/suctioning sounds began to emit about the room, filled with tiny grunts and groans as hard flesh drove into wet orifice, the two entities generating a powerful suction which could not be denied by either party. Angel would pause at the head of Hector's mighty pole only long enough to swallow the spit he generated through the constant slurping, gathering more of Hector's precious pre-juice before consuming it with his own spit, wondering how the mega load would taste? While in prison he had become accustomed to eating the men's loads, having had them force fed down his throat for 18 months. After awhile, he found himself craving them, yearning for the resin which coated his throat like a neurotoxin. Hector watched as the boy became consumed with sucking his dick. Angel's eyes fluttered up into the base of his head as he went on automatic drive, and began devouring the dad's dick as if it were his favorite meal. Holding onto the edge of his shelf, Hector let the boy have his way, sucking and swallowing his dick from tip to base with practically every stroke, only stopping occasionally to swallow the spit collecting in his mouth. Hector knew he had found himself a prize cocksucker, but he couldn't hardly allow him to date his daughter, not with all the dick Angel would undoubtedly be chasing in the coming years. Hector didn't want to see his daughter's heartbroken somewhere further down the line, AFTER she's had kids with the ex-con. Angel was a good kid, but he wasn't son in-law material. Angel spit Hector's dick from his mouth, then pressed it up against his belly as he licked his way slowly to the spit wet shaft to his low hanging balls. Flickering his tongue across the two orbs, he sucked one into his mouth, then gently swirled it around as if washing it in a spin cycle. Hector leaned back against the shelves as Angel spit out the left nut, then went to the right, sucking it too into his mouth and swirling it before sucking in both balls. Hector couldn't remember the last time his hairy nuts got so much attention? Arianna definitely wasn't into spit washing his hairy sac. She liked sucking dick, but not to this degree. Hector learned long ago (back in prison) that men gave better blow jobs. Who else besides another man knows how a man feel when he's getting his dick sucked? All you have to do is do what you like to have done to your dick, and presto. Meanwhile Angel was starting to lick his way back up the shaft, pausing at the head to slurp away the pre0cum which gathered at the head. Hector watched the boy devour his nut sauce, and had no doubt that he would be drinking a full cup of his load very soon. "You like that dick, boy...?" he asked, as Angel rubbed his face along the wet shaft. "Yes sir..." said the boy softly, almost trance like... "You want that nut hiding in them balls...?" questioned Hector, already knowing the answer. "Oh YES, sir...!" said Angel, licking. Hector grabbed the top of his head, then began beating his handsome upturned face with the belly of his dick... THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP...! "Oh god...! Oooo...!" moaned Angel, stretching his mouth back over the head as he quickly swallowed the shaft. Hector stifled a groan as he threw his head back, feeling the soft wet interior of the boy's velvety throat attack his dick. Angel locked his hands about the backs of Hector's thighs, then began pounding his head back and forth on his dick, slamming his nose into Hector's overgrown pubic hair with every stroke. Hector bit his lower lip to keep from moaning out loud as his dick appeared, then disappeared, over and over again in Angel's mouth, the long slit wet shinny cock plowing like a piston as it punched through Angel's oral ring like a well oiled tool. "awww fuck..." groaned Hector, unable to hold back the pleasure he was feeling. As much as he didn't want to cum (and ruin this exquisite moment), he knew he was powerless to stop it, as the cum began boiling in his balls. Angel bobbed his head nonstop, sucking and swallowing the thick hot cock with every stroke. He pounded his head back and forth, sucking furiously, slurping up spit and drool which oozed down the underbelly to drip off the end of Hector's balls. "...you're getting me CLOSE boy...!" warned the older man, feeling his nuts beginning to bunch up about the base of his shaft. Angel could sense the orgasm as well, as he sucked harder and deeper, becoming frantic in his sucking. Tightening his lips, he created a suction which sank in his facial cheeks. The added suction acted like a funnel as it pulled the cum up out of the balls. Hector could feel his climax approaching by the minute, each passing second bringing him closer to the cork. "Oh shit..., here it comes...!" announced Hector, yanking his spit soaked cock from his daughter's boyfriend's mouth as he began to jerk off. Angel swallowed the excess spit before opening his mouth and extending his tongue, making for a tempting target. Hector jacked himself profusely as he aimed his dickhead down at Angel's oral opening. "Shit boy..., you ready for this load...?" he asked. "Yes...! Yes...! Give it to me!" begged Angel, panting like a puppy on fire in heat. Hector jacked his cock, then aimed the head directly at Angel's open mouth... "HERE IT IS, kid...! It's ALL for you...!" he stated, as the first ribbon of cum shot from his dick like a cannon, shooting directly into the back of Angel's mouth. Angel gagged as the first ribbon streaked across his tongue and landed in the back of his throat. The second wad splattering against Angel's facial cheek, coating it white. The third wad spit across his lips, while the forth hit directly above his top lip under his nose. Angel then locked his lips around the spurting dick as the rest of the load emptied out into his mouth, coating his tongue with strong fresh Spanish semen. At the same time, Angel freed his own raging hard-on and began stroking until he was whitewashing the floor between Hector's feet with long streaks of his own semen. Hector heard Angel whimper softly about his dick as he finished coming in the young man's mouth. Angel waited until Hector's dick had completely stopped throbbing before he removed his mouth and swallowed his load, feeling the thick milky goo slither sweetly down the back of his raw throat. "Not bad, kid..." smiled Hector, watching Angel lick the cum from his lips and hands, as Angel began licking his own cum from his fingertips... "...not bad at all...!" added Hector, knowing he and Angel had a lot more to talk about... _______________________________ Written by Eugene Marvin aka PHILLYDOGG@aol.com for questions, comments, & suggestions write me at above address, or join me on facebook under the same name.