Date: Tue, 6 Nov 2001 02:06:28 -0800 (PST)
From: einhard <einhard@excite.com>
Subject: Jo and El, pt. 4: Jo and Paco

Jo and El, pt. 4: Jo and Paco (M/M, mast, oral, anal, WS)

by einhard

PLEASE NOTE: This story is fiction from beginning to end. The characters
don't exist, and the things they do, never happened.



Jo was hot. Not horny (well, just a little), but quite simply hot. Mexico in
July? Of course it would be hot; he knew that. He also wouldn't have missed
it for the world. It was an uncommon arrangement he had, giving a crash
course in Maths to two kids (twins) who needed to bump up their school
grades, with a view to studying medicine in the USA. Their parents were
American diplomats, living in Mexico City. Jo had gotten the job because he
was a mathematical whiz kid, with universities back home competing to
recruit him. Also, his dad knew somebody who knew somebody, and so on and so
forth. So, here he was, teaching the subject he loved and getting paid for
it. Not to mention living in luxury. Poverty and squalor could be found not
so far away, but the place where he was staying was magnificent.

He sure felt glad he had it all to himself this afternoon. The kids (who
were almost his own age, though not overly mature) had been bothersome
today; all excited about the weekend trip they were taking. Just as well the
whole family would be out of town. Most of the help had also been given the
weekend off. Uninterrupted peace and quiet! Wonderful!

The obvious choice was poolside. A parasol, a good supply of Coke and a good
book. Bliss!

The heat took its toll, though, and Jo soon found his eyes slipping closed,
and he was sleeping. Undisturbed, except for a silent intruder.

Jo woke with a start. What was that sound? Looking around, he saw nothing.
Probably just some animal. He let one hand slip down to his crotch, which
was covered only in one of those slips which is basically a pouch for a dick
and a pair of balls, held up with a single elastic strap around the waist.
He liked those; they allowed him to keep his ass uncovered, and they gave
him a pronounced bulge in front. Right now, he didn't need any help to show
off a bulge, because he was almost fully hard. He got out of the slip,
letting his six inches unfold along his stomach. Nice!


Paco was trying to sit completely still. He lived close, which meant he was
a rich kid. Being rich was nice, but being nineteen in a neighborhood with
no other guys his age really sucked. He wasn't quite sure why he had snuck
in to the Americans' property today, but he did have some vague idea of
adventure. Maybe stealing something, maybe just sneaking a few laps in the
pool, whatever. What he did get, was a nearly naked - correction, now he was
seeing a completely naked - white guy stroking his hard meat. Paco didn't
dare adjust the throbbing boner inside his own shorts for fear the guy would
hear him. He closed his eyes, trying to sigh inaudibly. The next moment, he
was staring wide-eyed. The boy was pissing himself! Holding on to his shaft
with one hand, he let the yellow jet fly high in the air, landing on his
chest and abdomen, where the other hand was spreading it around, and...Wow!
The guy was licking his pissy fingers! This time, Paco couldn't help giving
a groan.


"Hey! Who's there? I mean Quien eres? Or whatever?!"

Jo was on his feet, crouching, poised for fight. He looked so ludicrous,
standing there like that with his cock stabbing the air in front of him,
Paco fell over laughing.

Jo ran over to him, grabbed him by the shoulders and threw him down. In a
flash, he was sitting astride Paco's chest.

"What the hell are you doing here?" he demanded gruffly. Paco only stared at
him, panic in his eyes. Jo reached back to grab hold of Paco's balls. A
little torture seemed in order for this scoundrel. As soon as he found his
objective and began squeezing, fear seized Paco completely, and his shorts
began filling up with moisture. The boy was pissing himself.

"Oh, man, I must have scared you. I...I'm sorry..." began Jo, quickly
removing his hand from the intruder's wet shorts. Only then did the nature
of the situation strike him: Here he was, completely naked, his still
half-hard, piss-shining dick almost in the guy's nose. And his hand covered
in the unknown Mexican's urine. He giggled briefly, before evil thoughts
entered his head.

"Did you like what you saw, eh, boy?" he said, trying to sound as mean as he
could. He reached forward and started stroking his dick, which was beginning
to grow again.

"You want some of this, huh?" Paco was still looking straight at him, panic
and bewilderment fighting for supremacy on his face. The kid was pretty
cute, Jo thought. He pulled Paco's arms close to his sides, pinning them
with his legs. Rising just a little, he steered his cockhead towards the
boy's mouth.

"Wanna suck on this, punk? Huh?" He slapped it on Paco's cheeks a couple of
times. The boy closed his eyes, turning his head to one side to escape from
the assault.

"I'm sorry, man. I didn't mean to scare you. I was just horny, and
I...you...." Jo, embarrassed now, got to his feet and helped Paco up.

"Listen, I'm sorry. I mean... Oh, God! How do you say "sorry" in Spanish
again? Hmm...".

"It is all right. It was my fault. I should not come here like this", Paco
croaked out, struggling a bit with his English.

"Hey, you speak English! Oh, good! Listen, I'm sorry...".

"No! You don't need to be sorry. I am sorry. I was looking at you, and you
were looking so nice, and I became excited, and..." Paco blushed furiously,
bowing his head. Why did he have to say that? Now the American boy would
surely beat him.

"I looked nice, huh? What part of me? This part?" Jo was grinning, holding
his cock in one hand. Paco nodded. Before he knew he was doing it, his hand
was touching the warm piece of flesh. As soon as he realized what was
happening, he snatched it back.

"It's okay, man. You can touch it. What's your name?" Jo put both his hands
on Paco's shoulders and shook him gently. As Paco looked up, Jo released
him, leaving small stains of piss on the fabric of Paco's t-shirt.

"Paco. I mean, my name is Francisco, but everybody call me..."

"I know. They call you Paco. I'm Jo. And as I said, you can touch my dick if
you want."

Paco was dying for it. He had played around a bit with some boys from
school, and had even sucked off one of them. It was wonderful, but the last
time was months ago. Now, Jo had said he could touch, but did he really
dare? Keeping his eyes on Jo's all the time, he timidly reached out for the
cock that was once more straining skywards. Finally, his hand locked around
the shaft. Jo moaned appreciatively as Paco squeezed. The Mexican boy let go
and brought his hand up to his nose, sniffing the mixed odors of manly musk,
sweat and piss. He stuck his tongue out and licked his palm. A shudder went
through his whole body, and he could feel precum start to leak from his own
erection.

"Wow!" Jo whispered. Paco smiled at him, slipped off his own shorts and
handed them to his new friend.

"Pissy shorts!" Jo was practically squealing as he rubbed the thin fabric
against his face, trying to get as much of the acrid fluid inside his mouth,
all the while sniffing like a blood-hound in pursuit.

Paco couldn't believe his luck! Not only had he found a friend, but one who
liked sex with other boys, and who liked the thing Paco had thought nobody
else in the world enjoyed. He hadn't done much piss play besides wetting
himself in the bath tub, then immediately cleaning himself off. He wondered
how far this Jo was prepared to take things.

He didn't have to wonder very long, because his cock was enveloped by
something warm and moist. Jo was on his knees, sucking it. Paco rolled his
head back, whimpering quietly. Jo didn't start out carefully, but went
directly for a full scale blow job, taking in as much of the shaft as he
could and applying lots of suction. His right hand fondled Paco's balls,
while the left lightly caressed the Mexican's plump butt. Paco, who'd been
excited enough when he left his own house half an hour ago (no privacy to
whack off all day), felt his balls rising in their sack and that delightful
tightening in his chest and throat that told of an impending and big orgasm.
As Jo moved his left hand to the crack between Paco's almost hairless ass
cheeks, it all got too much. With a yelp and a shudder, his youthful spunk
left him. Jo had moved off just in time, letting the six strong spurts of
Hispanic seed drench his face and chin.

"You sure needed that, huh?" he asked, smiling. Paco didn't answer for a
minute, just standing there, eyes shut, an almost reverent look on his young
face, trying to control his breathing and the shaking of his knees. Jo got
up, swiped a blob of slimy goo off his nose and stuck his finger between
Paco's lightly parted lips.

Paco coughed and sputtered, taken completely by surprise, then smiled to
reassure the cute American.

"I am sorry. I didn't mean to...I was surprised."

"That's cool, man. Come over here and sit down with me." Jo gestured over to
the sun bed he'd been sleeping in just minutes ago. And where he'd been
pissing his hot body just before Paco interrupted. He had further plans for
this sexy dude, but he needed to take it easy if he was going to achieve his
objective.

Paco gathered up his shorts from the ground and followed Jo over to the
pool, taking off his t-shirt as he walked. Jo got his first chance to take
in the whole of Paco. He was darker than average for a Mexican, and Jo
suspected he had some African blood in him. He was short, too, with a
rounded, soft look to his body. Not an athlete, but not fat or plump,
either. He looked very young.

"How old are you, man?" he asked a little anxiously. If it came out he'd
been seducing 14 year olds, all hell would be loose."

"I am 19."

"You're shitting me!" Paco looked lost.

"I mean, that can't be true. How old are you really?"

"I do not lie! I am 19 years old."

"Okay, okay. Sorry I sounded so sceptical. It's just that you look so
young."

"I know. But it is really true."

Jo smiled reassuringly. "That's okay, man. I believe you. Now, do you wanna
try the pool?"

"But, I am...I have..." Paco seemed hesitant.

"You got some piss on you, you mean?" Paco nodded.

"Here. Use this to clean yourself a bit." Jo indicated the water hose lying
nearby, and both guys proceeded to rinse off their bodies, before Jo dived
in the water, followed more slowly by Paco. They both swam a couple of
lengths, or Jo did, since Paco revealed himself as a much better swimmer. As
Jo came up after his third length, gasping and sputtering, Paco was quietly
and systematically working on his sixth. Jo took a few moments to admire the
graceful, fluid motions of the naked boy. Paco, noticing that Jo was just
standing there, also stopped and came over to the shallow end, brushing his
longish, black hair back from his forehead as he walked trough the water.
His limp dick was just breaking the surface, and Jo took in the sight of it
in all its glory, remembering the impression it made as he sucked it only
minutes earlier. Paco must have noticed the attention he was getting, or
maybe he just saw the hard-on Jo was springing, because his own tube started
growing.

"Come here, you!" Jo said, smiling, grabbing Paco by his shoulder and
pulling him in for a kiss. Paco, astounded, didn't respond at once, but soon
he was crushing his lips against those of the American, his hands roaming
over Jo's back, then coming to rest on the tight butt.

"Wooo!" Jo pulled back, smiling hugely at the young kid. "That was nice. You
sure know how to kiss, man!"

"Thank you. I never did it before."

"You're shitting me!"

This time Paco understood, and in response, he leaned in for another smooch.

"I only did that one time before", he answered, smirking. "And you were
there when it happned."

"Well, you sure got a talent, buddy." Jo paused and looked down to the two
glistening pricks fencing with each other. Grabbing Paco's boner and
squeezing it, he asked:

"How big is that thing?"

"It is a little over 17 centimeters. That is the same as 7 inches. Almost."

"Nice. Longer than mine. I bet it's been inside a few hot man-holes, huh?"

Paco blushed.

"No."

"Never? You never fucked a guy with it? Girls, then?"

"No."

"Do you mean you never had sex with anybody?"

"No! I mean, yes! I have sucked the penis of one boy some times."

Jo's grin grew all across his face.

"You sure need some education, man. Just as well I'm here to teach. Come on,
let's go lie down."

The two boys got out of the pool, and Jo quickly brought out a second
sunbed. Handing Paco a fresh can of Coke, he lay down, motioning for his
friend to lie on the other bed. Soon, they were sipping their drinks in
silence, just basking in the warm weather.

"So, you never even had your dick sucked before?" Jo asked.

Paco shook his head.

"And you've never been fucked?"

A blush and another head-shake.

"You don't know what you've been missing."

"Do you have much sex, Jo?"

"Sure. All the time. I only ever did it with two guys back home, but we did
it lots." This wasn't entirely true, but it certainly reflected Jo's
desires. Memories of being inside El's tight little ass, of Marty's whopper
in his own ass, fantasies of Marty and El gettin' it on in his absence,
maybe Luke, too. And Mike...

A finger swiped over his dick-head, and Jo trembled just a little. Opening
his eyes, he saw Paco sucking on his own finger.

"It is good, Jo."

"Yeah? Drink up your Coke, man, I'll get you another." Jo guzzled down what
remained in his can, opened a new one and had half its contents in his
stomach within seconds. Paco followed suit, and shortly both guys had downed
three cans each.

"This is nice", said Jo in a dreamy kind of voice, his right hand toying
idly with his cock and balls, the left stroking his stomach and chest.

"You are right. But I have to, ehm, I must..."

"Hmmm?"

"I really have to piss" Paco said, sounding a little nervous.

"You do? Wait here just a sec!" Jo got to his feet and ran inside the house,
leaving a confused Paco to wonder what was going on. In less than a minute,
Jo was back, carrying something white and small.

"Here! Put this on!" He tossed Paco a piece of fabric. It was a pair of
briefs, and Paco looked as bewildered as ever, but he followed suit when Jo
quickly pulled his pair on.

"I think you'll like this" said Jo, stepping behind Paco and moving up
really close. He let one hand rest on the Mexican's shoulder, the other on
the bulge at the front of the white fabric.

"Now, just relax" whispered Jo.

Paco let his shoulders sag and his breathing slow down. It was nice,
standing here like this, with the body of the young northerner warming his
back. Suddenly, his eyes opened wide. The stream of heat on his ass, the
stuff dripping down his legs, it had to be...

"I'm pissing you, man! I'm pissing us. You like it?" The words hardly
registered with Paco. The outrageousness of the whole situation was too
much. A virtual stranger was urinating on him! When Jo began to stroke his
crotch, it was simply too much, and he fired, drenching the front of the
briefs with his fresh spunk, shaking all the while.

"I guess that answers my question", Jo said with a smile after Paco had had
a few moments to recover. He slid the briefs down Paco's legs, and the boy
obediently stepped out of them.

"I had kinda hoped you'd fuck my ass now, but I guess you're not up to it
just yet, huh?" Jo's smile seemed to grow bigger and bigger.

Paco shook himself mentally.

"I would like to fuck you, Jo, but you are right. I cannot do it just yet.
Perhaps you will fuck me?" Paco blushed at what he said. He never thought
he'd have the courage to utter words like that, but Jo seemed so friendly.

"Nice! My first piece of foreign ass!" giggled Jo.

Four minutes later, as Jo was driving his cock in and out of the hot Mexican
orifice, and Paco's strong stream of piss was drenching the pair of them,
Jo's own orgasm erupting inside the condom he wore, both boys were convinced
things could not get any better.



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