Chubby Boy and Latino Neighbor by Chatterman
DISCLAIMER: This story is homoerotic and involves sex between males of various ages.
In this fictional story the characters do not wear condoms. In real life you should!
You must be above the age of consent in your area to read this type of story, and never allow minors to access it.
This story of boys, youths and young men is purely fictional and any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental
I was the chubby kid that didn't have many friends. When I was 16, I used to hang out around our apartment building, There was this Latino guy, about 20, not tall, but muscular and athletic, who liked to shoot hoops in the back parking lot of the apartments. I would go sit on a picnic bench and watch him. He was always in an athletic shirt or shirtless. I loved looking at his smooth chest, and hairy armpits. I longed to lick them and feel them, but I was afraid he'd call me a fag or beat the crap out of me, so I just watched, checking out his armpits and hairy legs. Sometimes I could see the trail of dark hair from his navel disappearing into his gym shorts. That was a trail I'd love to go down. It was like he didn't even know I was there. He would finish, and go to his apartment, and I would go upstairs and jerk off thinking about him.
One day, as he was leaving, he said "thanks for being my fan."
I said "thanks for letting me watch."
He asked what I did after he played, and I told him I just went to my apartment and watched tv. He said if I wanted, I could come over his place and hang out with him for awhile. I couldn't believe it. I felt like I had just won the lottery. I said I'd like that. I followed him up to his place, He got me a coke, and we sat in the living room. I asked if he lived there alone, and he said that he lived there with his mom but she worked second shift, and didn't get home till late. I told him my mom did too. He asked why I didn't ever ask to play with him, I told him I'm not very good at sports, and when I run, my chest kinda jiggles. He laughed, which made me feel bad. He saw the look on my face, and said he wasn't laughing at me, but what I said. Then he said he thought I had a nice body. I told him I didn't believe him. He said he really did, and was hoping I'd play so I might take off my shirt so he could see my chest. I told him that when you are a chubby guy, you don't take your shirt off if you can help it. He asked why. I told him that when you have boy tits, you don't want to be teased. He said he'd love to check out my chest. I said no, its OK. He said he really would like to see it, and if I let him check out my chest, I could feel his.
I said OK, but was really hesitant, because I didn't want to be laughed at. I took off my shirt, and waited for him to make a stupid joke. Instead, he licked his lips and said it was beautiful. He sat down next to me and started feeling my breasts. I could feel my cock starting to stir. He had me put my arms behind my head and he felt my almost hairless pits, and caressed my tits. He asked if I liked it, and I moaned a yes. He leaned in and started sucking my nipples. As he sucked, his hand wandered down to my crotch, and I felt him squeezing my small hard cock. He whispered in my ear that he really liked my body very much.
I felt weak and vulnerable. He unzipped my pants and pulled them down with my underwear. He stroked my cock and cupped my balls. I felt his warm mouth engulfing my hard cock, taking it to the pubes. He looked up at me and asked if i liked it. All I could do was moan.
We went in his room and he lied on the bed. I ran my fingertips along his smooth chest. I lifted his arms and felt his hairy armpits.
I moved to his nipples and sucked them, while my hands moved down to his treasure trail, feeling the hair, following the trail under his shorts to his big hairy cock. He had eight uncut inches, with a very full thick black bush. I pulled down his shorts and breathed in his musky smell. I took him in my mouth about as far as I could. Now he was moaning.
He had me get on my back and he pulled my legs up on my chest. He started licking my hole. It felt incredible. He put his middle finger in my mouth and i sucked it. Then he slid it into my ass. I started to sweat, and he put a second finger in, stretching at my anal walls. Finally he had three fingers in me, stretching at the sides, then he pulled them out. I was looking at him between my legs, and he spit on his hand and rubbed it around my hole. He positioned his cock head against my hole and started to push his cock in me. When he saw he was in without trouble, he looked at me and said you have done this before. I said yes, but I've been wanting you to do it. He started moving in and out of me, and leaned down on my chest, sucking my tits as his cock disappeared up my ass. He whispered that he's been wanting to fuck me since the first time I was watching him. I told him I'd been jerking off thinking about him since the first time I was watching him. He started kissing me and fondling me as he fucked me. I felt that I had died and gone to heaven. I let my hands roam across his chest and pits as he pounded me, and I felt the pressure in my balls growing. Every thrust hit my prostate, and I knew it wasn't going to be long. A minute later, I exploded all over my chest, and I felt his cum filling my ass. He stayed in me until he got soft.
He kissed me and lay down next to me.
We got in his shower, and soaped each other, then I got dressed and went home. He let me take his sweaty briefs with me so I could sniff them when I jerked off later.
I kept watching him shoot baskets after that, but he didn't do it as long as he used to. He would finish, and we would go up to his apartment and play.