This story contains descriptions of graphic sex between males. If that kind of thing does not appeal to you, stop reading now.
This story is pure fiction. If this resembles something that happened to you, it must have been an incredible experience. But it's simply a coincidence.
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-DJ
========== Chapter 2 - Diego meets Bo
I had the worst hangover I've ever had. Or I should say it was my first hangover. We graduated high school yesterday and my buddy, Devin, threw a pool party after the ceremony. His parents let us drink if we agreed to stay overnight, so a few of us did. I clearly drank too much. I woke up on one of the makeshift beds on the floor Devin's mom laid out for us. My body ached and my head hurt. I rolled over and bumped into one of my friends. They groaned. I groaned.
I looked at my phone. It was 11:45am. My brother was going to pick me up at noon. I managed to get up and make my way to the bathroom. I splashed water on my face and tried to wake myself up.
I grabbed my things and went out to the kitchen. Devin was there. He looked worse than I felt. I sat next to him and laid my head down on the table. Just as Devin's mom said I should drink some water, Mikey showed up. That was my older brother Miguel. I called him Mikey.
"I hope you had fun last night, Yego, because you look awful," said Mikey.
He called me Yego. When I was born, he couldn't say Diego. It came out sounding like 'yay-go', and he's called me that ever since.
I just groaned at him. I thanked Devin's mom and said goodbye to Devin. Then we left.
"Mom won't care about the drinking, but I can't let her see you like this. C'mon," Mikey said as we got into his car.
He didn't tell me where he was taking me. He just started driving. I sat in the passenger seat, slumped down with my hands covering my eyes. After a few minutes, I knew where we were going. Mikey liked to hang out at this diner that serves breakfast and lunch food all day long.
We got a booth near the back where it was quiet. Mikey got on one side. I slid all the way in on the other side and went up against the wall. I took my sweatshirt off, balled it up, put it against the wall, and leaned my head against it.
The waitress came over with two waters and was about to drop two menus.
"Hey Miguel," she said.
"Hey Nancy. My brother will have a large OJ, a fruit cup, and two eggs scrambled with wheat toast. And I'll have just a coffee," Mikey said.
"You got it, Miguel," she said and then walked away still holding the menus.
"Take these and drink some water. It's Advil. You'll feel better," Mikey said as he placed two pills in front of me and pushed both glasses of water toward me.
I swallowed the pills and took a sip of water. I sighed loudly. We sat there, neither of us speaking. The waitress came over with my orange juice. I took a sip of that. It made me feel better. By the time my food came, I was hungry. I started eating. I started to feel better.
"Thanks, Mikey. I'm starting to feel better," I told him.
"Of course, I'll always have your back, brother," Mikey replied.
And he has. Our parents were both born in Mexico. Both of their parents were part of a group of workers who came to Austin on H-1B visas. My mom and dad ended up meeting when they were 5 or 6 years old. They grew up in Austin near each other, fell in love, and got married. They worked really hard to give us a good life.
When I was 12 and Mikey was 15, our dad died suddenly of a heart attack. It was really hard on all of us. I was devastated. My dad had this calm determination about him that somehow gave me confidence in myself. Then he was gone.
But Mikey stepped up and he's been both a big brother and a father to me. I'm so glad to have him. Now that I'm 18 and going off to college, it's going to be hard to be away from him for long periods of time. I don't know how I'm going to find my way alone.
"Do you always have two Advil in your pocket?" I asked as I started to feel like myself again.
"No, I just figured you would be drinking and you might overdo it," Mikey replied.
I took a sip of my orange juice.
"Hey, Yego, there's something I need to ask you. And I don't want to upset you, but I need to ask," Mikey said.
"Yeah?" I said and then I bit off a piece of my toast.
"First of all, I love you," Mikey started.
I stopped chewing because this sounded like it was about to get serious.
"Were you planning on telling me you're gay before you leave for college?" Mikey said in a slightly lower voice.
"What?!?!" I said with a half-chewed piece of toast in my mouth.
"You heard me," Mikey replied.
I just sat there and stared at him. He just looked at me and took a sip of his coffee, never breaking eye contact with me. I chewed the toast and swallowed.
"How did you know?" I whispered.
"It doesn't matter. Why haven't you told me? Are you ashamed of who you are?" Mikey asked.
"No, I'm not ashamed," I said.
"Then what? Why haven't you told me?" Mikey asked.
"I'm...well...um..." I stammered, and then finally said softly, "I'm scared, Mikey."
"Yego, it's me. I love you. There's nothing to be afraid of," Mikey said.
"I know, but..." I tried to explain.
"But nothing," said Mikey.
I paused and realized what Mikey was saying. I took a sip of my orange juice.
"So, you're ok with it?" I asked.
"Ok with what? You being who you are? I love you, Yego. You. The person you are. Not the person you think I want you to be. I love you," Mikey said as he pointed at me when he said 'you' at the end.
I started to tear up. Mikey got up and came to my side of the booth. He sat down and side hugged me.
"You're my little brother. I will always love you. Nothing else matters," Mikey said.
I nodded as I felt a tear come down my face. I wiped my face and sniffled.
"Yego, you gotta tell mom," he said as he pulled me closer.
"Does she know?" I asked.
"No, I don't think so, but she's worried about you. She knows there's something you're keeping from her and she thinks it's bad. You gotta tell her, so she won't be worried," explained Mikey.
"Ok, I will," I said.
"Do it today," Mikey said, "I don't want her worrying anymore."
I nodded. I finished what I could of my food. Mikey stayed on my side of the booth and kept his arm around my shoulder until I said I was done. He paid and we left.
That night I told my mom I was gay. She was so relieved that it wasn't something bad. We both hugged each other and there was a lot of crying, mostly from me. She told me my dad would have wanted me to live the life I needed to live, not someone else's idea of who I should be. I missed my dad, and I was so grateful to have my mom and Mikey. But I was nervous. I knew that I wouldn't have Mikey close by to guide me anymore.
The summer flew by and then it was time for me to go. The morning we left Austin, Mikey had to practically peel my mom off of me, she just kept hugging me. Mikey and I got in his car for the drive to UNLV and she was smiling with her hands clasped together in her chest as we drove off.
I was so glad Mikey and I had the couple of days by ourselves on the road. We talked about a lot of things. He told me stories about my dad that I was too young to remember. And we talked about girls. Well, Mikey talked about girls. I talked about boys. He asked if I was a virgin, so I told him. There were only two guys I had done anything sexual with. One was this kid I met from the opposing team on one of my high school track meets. We just groped each other and made out. I made him cum in his pants before we ran out of time and had to leave. The other was a classmate of mine. We jerked each other off twice, but we weren't really compatible, so we kind of drifted apart.
Mikey half-joked that I should find a good glory hole so I'd know what a real blowjob felt like. I joked back with him that, with my luck, I'd get a woman behind the glory hole. But I didn't tell him that I'd already found a glory hole near UNLV with a guy who will suck your dick for free. I was planning to go to it once I was on campus.
The drive took a couple days and we were both energized when we finally got to UNLV. The time alone with him made me feel closer to him and more comfortable with the prospect of being away from him.
Mikey helped me move in. We met my roommate. He seemed very quiet and insecure. I wasn't sure if we were going to be compatible, but I knew I had to somehow make it work.
Mikey stayed the night at the nearby Hyatt using our mom's points. The next morning, we went to breakfast together before he started the drive back. When he dropped me off at the dorm, I hugged him really tight and told him how much I loved him. He told me to have fun and to text him every day. Then he drove off to head back to Austin.
I went back to my room and my roommate was awake. He opened up a bit more as I talked to him. But he seemed like the kind of person who just lets things happen to him, like he doesn't take command of his own life. I'm not interested in hanging out with someone like that, so this was going to be a challenge for me.
I told my roommate I had something to take care of but I'd be back to grab lunch, if he wanted to wait for me. He said he'd wait. I threw on my UNLV sweatshirt they sent us as part of our orientation package and I left.
I headed straight for the glory hole I had found online. It was in an added-on room to this guy's house. He was supposed to be really good. The neighborhood was nice. I found the house, approached it, and turned the door handle. It opened.
I stepped inside. I closed the door behind me and locked it. Then I realized someone else was in there. My eyes adjusted to the darkness as I stood and stared. Someone was getting his cock sucked in the glory hole.
He turned and looked at me. He was so beautiful. He was Asian, a big fantasy of mine. I have a hairy body, but I'm turned on by smooth bodies. Most Asians have very little body hair, so they really turn me on. His face was round and his skin looked so smooth. I was pretty sure he was a student because I could see his UNLV lanyard for his ID sticking out of his pocket. His sweatpants were down at his knees and he was hugging the door as his cock was getting worked on.
"Is this ok?" I asked.
I wanted to stay and watch this gorgeous guy get off, but only if he was good with it.
"Mmm hmmm," he said to me and then he closed his eyes.
I walked over. I stood so I was just behind him and to his right. I put my left hand on his shoulder. I then put my right hand on his bicep. Damn, his muscles were so firm. I started to get hard, he was turning me on so much.
"I'm Diego," I said to him, right into his ear.
I moved in closer and felt my chest press into the muscles on his back. He leaned into me. Wow, the feeling of this muscle hunk kind of surrendering his body into me was so sexy. My cock was getting harder by the second. I squeezed his muscular bicep and shoulder. I felt my cock flinch as I felt how hard his muscles were. I was almost fully hard now. He turned and looked at me.
"Bo," was all he said.
Then he leaned his head back into my shoulder, surrendering more of himself to me. His cheek brushed against mine. His skin was so soft. Fuck, he was so sexy.
"Mmmm, Bo," I groaned as I repeated his name.
My cock was really hard now. I needed to free it. I let go of Bo's right bicep and slipped my sweats down. My hard dick bounced up and out of my sweats.
My cock is 6 inches long and pretty thick. I'm uncircumcised and I have a lot of foreskin. I have a hairy bush that I have to groom every couple of weeks or it will get out of control. And my balls are hairy and pretty big. They usually hang down pretty low in my ballsac.
I put my hand back on Bo's bicep and squeezed the muscle. My cock brushed up against the side of his hip as I moved my left hand down. I wanted to feel his ass cheeks. I cupped his left butt cheek and squeezed it. Fuck! It was solid muscle.
"Mmmm, Bo," I uttered without even thinking because his body had me so turned on.
I saw Bo take his right hand and drop it by his side. He cupped my balls.
I sucked in my breath through my pursed lips because his fingers tingled when they touched my nut sack. He juggled my nuts. Man, that felt good. Then he slid his hand up and he encircled it around my cock and took hold of it. His index finger slipped right over the most sensitive spot on the underside of my cock as he started to slowly jerk me off.
"Mmmm, Bo," I moaned involuntarily.
Bo was doing things to me that I had never felt before. His smooth, muscular body had me hot from the start. But the way he was stroking me was pushing all my buttons. I was losing control of myself. I kept massaging Bo's rock-solid ass cheek and his bicep while he was slowly stroking me closer to orgasm.
"Mmmm Bo...You're so hot," I said to him.
My nipples are not sensitive. When I tweak them, they do nothing for me. I might as well be rubbing my elbow. But I'm so turned on when I see guys in porn videos who have sensitive nipples. And it's a fantasy of mine to tweak a guy's nipples and make him squirm in ecstasy. So I slipped my left hand up Bo's side and under his shirt. I worked my left hand to his smooth, firm pec and I pinched his nipple when I found it. I then started flicking my finger gently back and forth over his nipple.
Bo responded by leaning further back into me. And he sped up his stroking pace on my dick. Fuck, it was so hot the way he surrendered himself to me so I could manipulate his powerful body. He was starting to send me over the edge.
"Mmmm, Bo," I moaned desperately to let Bo know I was about to cum.
My breathing accelerated like I always do when I'm about to cum. I held onto Bo's right shoulder. And then my whole body froze.
I started to cum. Bo slowed his stroke and somehow timed it so his index finger was stroking over my sensitive spot each time my dick spurted cum. I spewed my load on the door as Bo milked it out of me.
"Diego," Bo called out my name and brushed his cheek against mine as I came.
It sounded so sexy the way he called for me.
After I finished cumming, which, by the way, was the best orgasm I'd ever had, I started flicking his nipple again.
"Mmmm, Bo," I said as I squeezed his bicep.
Bo let go of my dick and reached for the hand grip on top of the glory hole door.
"Hhhhmmmm, hhhhmmmm, hhhhmmmm," Bo started to pant as he came.
He leaned into me more.
"Mmmm, Bo," I said as I continued to flick his nipple and held him up.
When Bo finished his orgasm, he shifted his weight so he was no longer leaning into me.
I had this overwhelming feeling that I needed to follow him wherever he led me. I can't tell you why. I just had a strong sense that I had to get to know him. But I really had to pee. I put both my hands on his shoulders and squeezed.
"Hang on, don't go," I said to him.
I pulled away and stepped into the bathroom. I pulled the door closed but didn't shut the door fully. I was over the toilet bowl, about to start peeing, when I heard the entrance door unlock and open. My stream started just at that moment, and I couldn't stop it.
"Bo!" I called out, but he didn't respond.
I pushed as hard as I could to make myself pee faster. Damn, it was a lot of pee. I mostly finished and didn't jiggle the last remnants of pee off my dick. I just pulled up my sweats and opened the bathroom door. Bo was gone. I opened the entrance door and couldn't see anything; the sun was so bright. It took a few moments for my eyes to adjust.
"Bo!" I called out.
There was no response. I started running down the street, looking back every once in a while, to see if I could find him. But I had no luck. I just couldn't figure out where he had disappeared to.
On my way back to campus, I tried to think about how I could find him. I was pretty sure he was a student, so I might find him somewhere on campus. He clearly worked out, so he had to go to the gym. I decided to go to the different gyms on campus and see if there was a Bo who used that gym. I resolved to go to at least one of the gyms every day until I found him.
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