Date: Thu, 4 Apr 2013 17:59:28 -0500
From: m a <knobnerd745@gmail.com>
Subject: Mexican Family Down The Street - Part 3

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Shortly after the Mr. Paul's last visit, I found out that his brother had
come to live with him and his family. Hector, Mr. Paul's brother was an
illegal immigrant, I'm still not sure how he made it across but he ended up
making his way to live with the rest of the Rios family.

Hector was younger than Mr. Paul, he kept his hair short and neat and his
face smooth. Sometimes he grew a thin goatee which framed his jawline and
chin really nicely. I started to wonder if Hector has a big cock like
Mr. Paul. The way he carried himself was too sexy to me. As I said before,
I was not necessarily an innocent child, and not always were my thoughts
childish. I wanted to fuck Hector too, and Mr. Paul at the same time.

I would ride my bike up and down our street, slowing down past their house
to see who was home. Sometimes their son would see me and jump on his bike
and we'd go play around together in the woods, throwing pinecones at each
other, or playing in the streets. Normal kid stuff, but he never knew I was
trying to sleep with his father and uncle. One time, John Paul and I were
in the woods, and we built a fort out of branches and twigs. After we were
done, we sat down and chatted about stuff and played with the grass we were
sitting on. Eventually, he got up to piss. Surprisingly he didn't turn away
or hide, he just took his short uncut cock out of the fly of his shorts and
started pissing. I sat there shocked that he would show himself off to
me. He started to tuck his cock back into his underwear. But before he
could I decided I wanted to push things a bit further. I stood up, and
unzipped my cutoff jeans and pulled my cock out and started pissing in the
same spot John Paul did.

Frothy white foam started building up through the pinestraw, and I could
feel John Paul's eyes on my cock. His was still in his hands and he started
massaging it. He started laughing, "I wish we had some Playboys or
something so we could jerk off." I laughed back, and flicked the last drops
of urine off. "We can still jack off though." I said. "That's what I do."

 "It's not the same." He started laughing again. "I wanna look at some
titties while I jack my dick."

"Can you not cum if you're not?"

"Yeah, I can. Watch."

At that point, John Paul and I were jerking off together in the woods. His
cock was shorter than mine but thicker, and was shaped like a bullet, thick
at the base and skinnier at the tip. Just like his fathers. He started
jacking his dick, and talking about fucking some girls. I would agree with
everything he would say all the while watching his dark-skinned cock. His
cock stated leaking precum, and he started to grunt and groan. His hips
were pumping into the air, and I could tell he was going to cum soon. I was
right on the edge myself watching him. "Aww shit, I'm gonna bust!" He
started shooting cum onto our piss spot and I started to cum too. He shot a
few ropes and a couple of squirts, which was more than I did.

 "Damn!" he said "That shit felt good, huh?"

I laughed and agreed.

His cock was slowly softening and still wet from his cum. "I wonder why
bitches like the taste of cum. Like does it taste good to them or
something?" I told him that I had tasted mine and that it tasted "--kinda
like salty pool water."

 "Damn, really?"

"Yeah, I guess. What does your taste like?"

"Mine don't taste like nothing." He raised his thumb to his mouth and
licked off a glob. "Nope, nothing."

I was shocked. I had no clue what to do next, but then it hit me. "Let me
taste."

He stood there, soft cock with drying cum on it and I could see the gears
in his head started to work.

"Can I taste yours if you taste mine?"

 I feigned any sort of reservation about the exchange, but I knew from the
beginning that I wanted to taste my bestfriend's cum.

I held out my thumb, which was still sticky and held a sizable glob of jizz
on it. John Paul wrapped his dark lips around it. I could feel his tongue
work the cum off of my skin. He pulled his lips off and smacked his
lips. "Yours is sweet."

"What?" I laughed.

"Yeah, it's not saltly." he paused. "Now it's your turn."

I waited for his to hold out his hand for me. But I realized he wouldn't,
he had already cleaned off his own hand. So, I reached out and grabbed
ahold of his uncut cock. I could feel it getting harder in my hand, and I
massaged it making him fully hard. I bent down and put his hard cock in my
mouth.

John Paul let out a whimper, as I worked my tongue under his foreskin
scooping out the drying semen. His cum tasted delicious just like
Mr. Paul's, it's flavor mixed in my mouth with his sweat. I grabbed his
nuts with my other hand and started massaging them. I could taste more cum
in my mouth, and that's when I realized that John Paul was cumming
again. This time, in my mouth.

He pulled his cock out while he was still shooting. It felt it splat
against my face. "Aww man, I'm sorry dude!"

I wiped my face off and licked my hand clean.

"It's all good." I said calmly. "Why would I be mad?"

"It.. It just felt really good." He seemed really nervous.

"Nah, like I said, it's all good."

He laughed and tucked his cock away. "I thought you would be pissed or some
shit."

We went back to sitting in our fort, and chatting about stuff. At the end
of the day, neither of us acted like anything had happened and we both went
home.



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