Date: Wed, 24 Mar 1999 21:35:05 GMT
From: Joe Camp <idc90@hotmail.com>
Subject: Juan's Interview

Juan's Interview
Codes M/m (anal)
By idc90@hotmail.com

  Warning:  The following story is a work of fiction. It
is a fantasy.  It never happened, except in the author's
imagination.  This story contains sex between men. If you
are underage, or this is illegal where you are, you already
know what your supposed to do.  Find something else and delet
this file.  If this kind of story turns you off, find something
else.

  Fiction and Real Life: This story is all fiction. The
characters in this story engage in unprotected sex.  That's
not real life if you want to live to old age.  The characters
are a product of my imagination, and can't catch anything unless
I want them to. Any resemblance of characters to an actual person
is purely coincidental.

  The author retains the copyright of this story.  Placing this
story on a commercial web site without the authors permission is
a violation of that copyright.

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  How do I get myself into these messes?  I'm 48 years old, for Christ's
sake!  I'm a successful Investment Broker, here in Albuquerque. I make
over $200,000 a year.  I've got a nice home, and a nice car.  I'm not
bad looking.  I've never had to pay for sex. I've never had any
complaints in bed, about my performance.  There are plenty of guys
hitting on me.  I've always sworn I wouldn't be one of those pathic old
fags always running after some young tail.  Doing anything, giving
anything, taking abuse, just so some young ass would share my bed.  Just
six months ago, I had to kick Don out.  The young punk was taking
advantage of me.  Jerry, buy me this!  Jerry, buy me that!  Jerry, I
need money for ....!  Jerry, I want ...!  Well, good bye, Don. Don't let
the door hit you.

  I had gone on a few dates, since then, but the older guys just don't
excite me like young fresh meat.  The older men I know, are cynical and
set in their ways.  Young guys are eager to meet life, to experience it,
to take it on and win.  They are willing to change, and adapt.  The
older guys just exist.  I want to live.

  I was over near the University one day, and I decided to stop for a
late lunch.  The restaurant was a favorite hang out with the kids from
the U.  I ordered a hamburger and fries, and as I was waiting, he came
in.  He was with a group of people, but he stood out.  There were six of
them, four boys, and two girls.

  He looked to be 19 or 20, with dark brown hair bordering on black.  He
was Mexican-American, with the dark brown coloring of his Indian side,
but the fine features of his Spanish side.  He got the best of both
worlds.  He wasn't large, about 5' 10", with a slim build, but there was
no doubt he had muscle.  His beautiful smile never left his mouth.
Those full lush lips were made for kissing.  His wonderful ass was
perfect to me, as he walked over to their booth.  It was full and firm,
without being too much.  It filled and rounded the seat of his well worn
jeans.

  He slid into the large booth, sitting between two of the boys.  Good.
He wasn't with one of the girls.  His dark eyes sparkled as they glanced
around the room, checking on who was there.  I couldn't break my stare
when his eyes landed on me.  He just gave me a slight nod, before moving
on.  He NOTICED me!  Hell, how could he keep from it the way I was
staring at him.  Just his quick glance had made me feel light headed.

  My burger arrived, and I ate as slow as I could.  I must have chewed
each bite at least 40 times.  He had ordered soup, and I watched as he
put half a bottle of ketchup in it.  His friends had ordered burgers and
fries, and were passing him some of their fries.  A poor kid?  I asked
myself.  He doused the fries with more ketchup.  Half his lunch was
ketchup.

  I ordered a piece of pie, that I really didn't want, when the waitress
came to clear the dirty dishes.  I wanted to stay and look at the young
prince longer.  The way he would take a bite, or the way he would flash
an even bigger grin at one of his friends when they said something, tore
at my heart.  I wanted to be the receiver of that grin.  He looked my
way, and give me a grin, before returning to his food.  He knew I was
still staring at him.  He didn't seem to mind.

  I was on my fourth cup of coffee, when they got up.  They had gotten
separate tickets, and he was at the end of the line to pay.  He let his
eyes rest on me, as he give a little smile of good bye.  I was trying to
get the waitress' attention, to get my ticket and talk to Him, as they
paid, but he was gone before I got to the cashier.

  I mentally kicked myself all the way to the car.  If only I had been
faster.  If only that waitress hadn't been so slow.  If only.  I went
back to work, but all afternoon, I couldn't get Him, out of my mind.  I
would relive the smile he gave me, and the way it had made me feel warm
and excited inside.

  That night, I went out to supper with an old friend.  He is gay too,
and we used to have sex when we were in college together, but now, we're
just old friends.  He knew I was distracted, and asked me what was on my
mind.  I told him about Him.  I knew he wouldn't really understand, but
he is my friend.  He's past the young guys.  He's looking for someone to
settle down with, and to grow old with.  I'm not ready to get old!

  My dreams that night were of Him.  Of Him, beside me in bed, as we
held and kissed each other.  Of Him, as I entered his hot love channel.
Of Him, raising my legs to his shoulders as he entered me.  I felt like
throwing the alarm clock when it went off the next morning.

  I couldn't get Him out of my mind as I got ready for work.  My mind
saw Him washing my back as I took my shower.  He was standing
beside me as I shaved and brushed my teeth.  He was in the seat beside
me as I drove to work.

  At last!  I could go to lunch.  I hurried to the restaurant, hoping to
see Him again.  I took a seat near the booth they had sat at yesterday.
I told the waitress I would have a small dinner salad, as I made up my
mind what to order.  I ate as slow as I could.  I had finished the
salad, and still they weren't there.  I had just ordered the spaghetti,
and was brooding as I stared into my coffee cup.

  Someone said, "Hi, there.  Do you mind if I join you?"  I looked up,
and it was HIM!  All I could do was nod.  I felt as giddy as a teen on
his first date.  He was sliding into the seat across from me as the
waitress called over asking if he wanted his usual.  He just smiled at
her and waved, as he got seated.  I thought I knew what his usual was.
I called after her, and told her to bring Him the same as what I was
having.

  I told Him it was on me.  I said I knew what it was like to be in
school on a tight budget.  It embarrassed Him a bit, but he accepted.
I introduced myself, and he told me his name was Juan.  Juan, the
perfect name for this angel.  His voice was like honey to my ears.
His accent was southwestern.  He spoke in soft, golden tones.  There
was nothing feminine about him, but I knew he was gay.

  He told me he was from Hatch, which I knew to be a small farming
community near Las Cruces.  I learned he was from a poor family, that
worked as hired hands for the farmers, and he was the first in his
family to ever go to college.  His scholarship paid for his books and
tuition, but he worked 30 hours a week to pay for his little apartment
and food.

  I told him a little about myself, but didn't dwell on being well off.
I asked him if I could take him to supper, and he said he would like
too, but had to work that night.  I figured he wasn't interested, and my
heart hit the floor, but then he told me when he would be free.  I could
have jumped up from the table screaming my happiness!  I wanted to kiss
him then and there!  But, I didn't.

  I was in a daze, working and living, without knowing what I was doing.
All I could think about was Juan.  Counting the hours until our date.
Dreaming of how it would be.  Of how he would feel in my arms.  How
his lips would taste.  Dreaming of what sex with him would be like.  I
would liked to have taken him to one of the better restaurants, but I
wasn't sure if he had a suit and tie or not.  I wouldn't embarrass him
by asking.  I chose one of my favorite Mexican places.  Casual, but
good.

  Finally, it was time to get ready for our date.  I showered, and
washed with more care then ever before.  I had gotten a haircut that
afternoon, and I washed and rinsed my hair over and over.  I didn't want
any chance of Juan finding a stray hair on the pillow.  My bed had clean
sheets on it, and I had checked the smell, to make sure it smelled fresh
and inviting.  The cleaning lady had been in and cleaned the house top
to bottom. Fresh flowers were in the livingroom.  The frig was stocked
with beer, wine and sodas.  There were mixers in case Juan wanted
something a little harder.  The car had been washed and hand waxed that
morning.  I chose the clothes I would wear with great care.  I wanted
casual, but elegant.  I was as ready as I could get.

  Usually, I'm happy with my Lincoln Town Car.  People expect their
Investment Broker to be on the conservative side, but that night, I
wished I had something a little more sporty for Juan.  Something like
a Jaguar.  Oh well, the Lincoln would just have to do.

  I found the address Juan had given me.  He had told me his place was
the small house in back, and I would have to come in from the alley.  I
found it, and small wasn't quite the right word.  My garage is bigger.
I pulled into the hard packed dirt area, that seemed to serve as his
front yard and parking area.  There was a grassy yard beside the house,
but I didn't see any gate in the fence, so I assumed he didn't get to
use it.  There wasn't a car, but I saw a ten speed bike chained to a
porch post.

  Juan was out the door and waiting for me to park.  He was in the car.
He gave me that big wonderful smile, as he asked where we were going.  I
told him the restaurant I had chosen, and he said he had only been there
once, but had liked it.

  We got to the restaurant, and got a little table for two, in the
corner.  Juan gave his order in Spanish, so I did too. Juan and the
waiter both grinned as I fractured their language.  Oh well, I hadn't
really tried to speak it since highschool.  Juan didn't seem to mind.

  We enjoyed the meal, and I told Juan to get filled up, that I didn't
mind how many times he reordered.  He told me a little about his
brothers and sisters as he packed away the groceries.  We sit over
coffee, and just visited as we got to know each other.  I'm in love.

  We went back to my house, and Juan was suitably impressed.  I asked
him what he wanted to drink, and he chose a Coke.  That's fine with me,
as I don't really care for booze.  I had a Coke with him.  I got the
Cokes, poured them into glasses full of ice, and headed quickly back to
Juan.  Juan was seated on the couch as I got back to the livingroom.  I
turned on the stereo, then sit next to him, and handed him his soda.  He
placed his glass on the coffee table, turned to me, and pasted his lips
to mine.  I lost my breath.

  Juan's tongue was in my mouth, and I couldn't have cared less where I
was.  All I cared about was that his tongue never go away, or stop what
it was doing.  My tongue woke up, and went searching for Juan's mouth.
It found where it felt at home.  He tasted wonderful.  His soft, firm
lips were just as I had imagined.  His smell was clean and manly.  My
hand found his leg, and followed it upwards.  I felt the hardness in his
pants.  It felt big.  Juan was pushing upwards against my hand as we
kissed.  He was cupping my nuts, and gently squeezing.  I didn't want to
break our kiss, but I had to get him to the bedroom.

  I led Juan by the hand.  I pulled him tight against me as we stood
beside my king-sized bed, kissing and hugging.  I asked if he preferred
being a top or bottom, and he answered both.  I just grinned at him as I
told him, "me too."  I told him I would top him, then he could top me.
He was ok with that.

  I slowly unbuttoned his shirt, and pulled it open enough to kiss his
firm will defined chest.  I licked his nipple, before taking it in my
mouth.  His low moans were encouraging me. The dark brown ring was firm
and the nipple standing tall, as I left that one and started to work on
the other.  It soon joined it's brother in standing proud and firm.  I
slipped his shirt from his arms, and I dropped to my knees, as I kissed
my way down his almost hairless body.

  There was a big bulge in his pants.  I wanted to see it.  I got his
belt open, then the button on his jeans.  Carefully, I unzipped his
pants, so I wouldn't take any chance of catching that big hunk of meat
with the zipper.  His pants fell around his ankles, and his boxers were
pushed out to the limit.  I knew he had to be big.

  I got his boxers down, and there it was.  It belonged on a horse.  The
biggest, fattest piece of meat I have ever seen.  "More then you can
handle?" Juan asked.  I looked up at his grinning face and just shook my
head no.  It looked like at least a third of his total weight had to be
his cock and balls.  His cock twitched as I moved it out to the way, to
plant a kiss on his big heavy nuts.  Nuts?  Hell, they are the size of
tennis balls. "You like my little ol' poker?" he asked.  All I did was
nod, before planting my face in his package.  His clean, musky, man
smell hit my nostrils, and went straight to my cock.  Much of this, and
I would blow my load.

  I only got to lick his balls a couple of times, before he pulled me
up, in a hurry to get my clothes off.  I helped him get me stripped as
fast as we could.  I started getting one of his shoes off as he worked
on the other.  Juan slid to the center of the bed as I got the lube.  A
very fast job of slicking us up, and I was pushing into him.

  I entered as slow as I could, but I'm afraid that wasn't very slow.
I pushed the head of my dick past his full, swollen prostate, and he
groaned as his giant dick ran a small river of pre-cum.  I was in
heaven.  His insides were tight around my dick, as I glided around
inside him.  He was the best I have ever had.  Bar none.  Juan was
moaning and grunting as I worked inside him.  I was trying to long
dick him, while hitting different areas of his insides each time.
Every time I would press against his prostate, more pre-cum would
puddle on his belly.

  I don't know who started first.  All of a sudden, I had to shove as
hard into him as I could. I don't know which of us was screaming.
Maybe it was both.  All I knew was that my climax was more intense,
more powerful, then any I had ever had before in my life.  Spurt after
spurt of my cum was shot deep into Juan.  Juan was whimpering and
still dribbling out cum, as I started recovering.  There was the biggest
pond of cum on his tummy, that I have ever seen.  He had cum all the
way from his neck, down into his pubic hair.

  I got up and grabbed a towel.  I cleaned him up, as we lay side by
side, resting, getting ready for the second round.  I really wasn't sure
I could take his big cock.  I've never had anything close to that size,
but I sure wanted to try.

  Juan is a stallion.  He had recovered and was ready to go again,
before I could get ready.  He lay playing with my dick, trying to get it
up for me.  I got about three-fourths hard, and told him to get it on.
He got the KY, and started working his fingers on my muscle.  I felt it
when he was able to slip four fingers in.  I told him I was as relaxed
and as ready as I was going to get.  I slicked his dick for him, and I'm
afraid I started having second thoughts about getting that monster in.

  I raised my legs, and he pulled them onto his shoulders, as he lined
up with my hole.  I relaxed and pushed out as he started pushing in.
Oh, God!  It was like I was getting fucked for the first time again.  I
thought that big head would never get past my muscle.  I had to gasp as
the pain shot through me.  Juan asked me if I wanted him to stop.  I
shook my head no.  Finally, after what seemed forever, his big head
popped in.  Damn but that hurt.  He stopped and let me recover.  I
wondered if I was bleeding.  I humped my ass at him when I felt I could
take some more.

  There is just no way to describe the feeling as his big head pushed
past my prostate.  I knew that it was all worth while, just for that one
feeling.  I closed my eyes and relaxed as he went deeper.  And deeper.
And deeper.  Could I take all of him?  I didn't know.  I had no idea
where all his dick was going inside of me.  It had to be pushing against
my stomach, didn't it?  Man!  Was I full, when I finally felt him
against my butt.  I don't know how, but I took it all!

  Juan was giving me that special grin of his, as he told me there
wasn't many guys that would take him on.  Just seeing that grin on his
face was enough reason for me to let him fuck me.  He started working
that big dick, and things were getting good.  He pulled out and pushed
back in, over and over, increasing his speed as he needed.  I don't know
how long he worked, I was off in my own little world, coming back only
long enough to look a Juan's face as he built to his own climax.  My ass
muscles tightened around that cock, as I once again expelled my cum.

  I was recovering and watching Juan as his face scrunched up, and he
gave a loud groan as he pushed hard against me.  His cum was flooding my
insides.  Shot after shot left those big nuts, and found it's way inside
my guts.  He shot so much that I figured I would have the runs for a
week.  Finally he gave a moan of satisfaction, and relaxed.  He went
soft inside me, but even then he was big.  There was a pop when he
pulled his soft dick out, and I felt there was a big gapping hole inside
me.  I could feel his cum running out my butt, and onto the bed.  Juan
got the towel and cleaned me up the best he could.

  I took the towel and holding it so I wouldn't drip, headed for the
bathroom.  I sat on the pot a long time, as his cum continued to leak
out.  Juan kept me company, and apologized for shooting so much.  I
told him it was alright, but he would just have to give me a shower and
clean me up.  I already knew I didn't want this to be a one night stand.
I wanted Juan with me when I went to bed.  I wanted him to be there
when I got up.  I wanted him.  Even with that horse's cock, I wanted
him.

  Our shower was everything I had envisioned it.  His hands as he
soaped, washed, and massaged me were wonderful.  The feel of his body
under my caressing hands as I cleansed him of our lovemaking, was
fabulous.  I asked him to stay the night, as we dried each other off.
He told me he had an 8:00am class, and his books were at home.  I told
him I would have him back at his house in plenty of time.  He said he
would stay.

  We stripped the dirty spread off the bed, and climbed in, snuggling
together.  We held each other close, as we talked and relaxed, getting
ready for sleep.  I asked Juan to move in with me.  He said he couldn't.
He had to work, and I lived too far for him to get around on his bike.
We went to sleep, with me knowing I would have to be satisfied with
what I could have of him.

  The alarm woke us, and we stood at the bathroom sink together,
getting ready for the day.  I shaved as Juan used my toothbrush,
then I brushed my teeth as he borrowed my razor.  Dressed, we
headed out to the car.

  As I drove to the cafe for breakfast, I mentioned something I had
been thinking about ever since Juan told me he had to work.  I told
him I was looking for a new house boy.  Someone to take care of
the house and yard when the cleaning lady and the yard man didn't
come.  I told him it paid room and board, plus $300 a month, and
free use of a car.  I know some people that have a 2 year old Kia for
sale, and it seems to be a pretty good car.  It wasn't too expensive,
and would serve Juan well.

  I kept trying to talk Juan into the job, all during breakfast.  He
finally said he would think about it.  YES!  He would think about it,
he didn't say no.  I dropped him at his house, and started off on my
way to work. A bad thought hit me. Am I becoming one of those desperate,
pathic, old fags, running after some young tail?


The End

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