Desert Heat

Desert Heat Chapter 7

Author's Note

Introduction

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This story is radically different from what I usually write. There are no magic or supernatural elements, and there are no Dominant/Submissive relationships. This is a story about an older man (Fernando) and a younger man (Matty) who fall in love. Both are adults. It's also a story about Matty's cousin Jimmy who is being abused without his knowledge by a close friend, and a story about Fernando's son Johnny and his lover Alex Xiao, a basketball player and engineering student.

The story starts slow but will build up to more detailed sexual situations soon.

I plan 1 chapter every month.

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Author's Notes

·        Incorrect Name. Fernando Castillo was accidentally misnamed Fernando Chavez in chapter one. Castillo is correct. I hope there's no confusion. One of the Castillo's sons would have had the same name as a real-world cousin of mine if his last name were Chavez. The character in this story is not based on my cousin.

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·        This type of story is new to me. I welcome your feedback, but this story is a new LBGTQ genre for me so please be gentle.

My Stories

·        College Magic (authoritarian and sf/fantasy)

·        Jack and the Giant (sf/fantasy)

·        Sacred Submissives (authoritarian and sf/fantasy)

·        Bellus Cinaedus (authoritarian and historical)

·        Guardian Angel (authoritarian and sf/fantasy)

·        Nivean and the Dvergar (authoritarian)

·        Small Town Slave Boys (authoritarian)

·        Desert Heat (beginnings)

·        Eros in Arcadia (Sf/fantasy)

·        Constituent Services (Encounters)

Desert Heat Chapter 7 (New Paths Revealed)

Fernando

I always woke just before my alarm. Matty was snuggled up against me, his thin arms wrapped across my chest. He got cold easily so I was tempted to turn on the heat in the apartment, but I loved the way Matty held onto me to stay warm.

I could feel his morning erection pressing against my thigh, which brought mine to life. Usually, I slipped out of his embrace and left him sleeping soundly, but the new plan required him to get up with me. I grabbed my phone with my free hand and turned off my upcoming alarm and then I turned on the lamp on my nightstand.

I must have stared at Matty's face for a full five minutes. He was beautiful. I think I loved everything about him: his blond hair with its loose curls, only now beginning to get long enough to make him seem just a little bit androgynous; his sweet lips that always seemed to be begging for a kiss; and his pale skin contrasting so much with my own much darker skin. He was naturally almost hairless, with only a few whisps of soft boyish hair, like down on his calves and forearms. Aside from an unruly blond bush around his penis, he was smooth everywhere else.

I brushed his golden locks out of the way and kissed his forehead. He stirred a little but didn't wake up. He was a sound sleeper. I slipped carefully out of bed and pulled out a couple of pictures of Tonio and put them back on the dresser. I'd been with him for almost six months before he gave up policing to become a full-time model. It hadn't worked out for him the way he'd expected, but he was a gay internet porn star now.

Then I sat down on the bed and kissed Matty until he woke up. He blinked and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and then sat up suddenly, like he just remembered I was dropping him off at Juancito's house this morning and thought he was running late.

"It's okay, Chico," I said. "There's plenty of time. Get your clothes ready so we can get dressed after a shower."

He jumped up and stood next to me at the dresser. He pulled a pair of boy briefs out of our shared underwear drawer and a pair of soccer style knee socks. I liked him in the boy briefs even though it drew attention to the difference in age between us. I was slowly becoming okay with that aspect of our relationship. But I had ordered him some fashion jocks and boy briefs that leave the butt exposed. I had to search hard to find them in his small size.

As I'd planned, Matty saw the pictures of Tonio. He stopped and said, "I'm never going to look like him. He's got a lot of muscles."

I wrapped my arms around him and said, "His muscles were nice, but that's not what attracted me most. It was his shaved body and his pretty face."

I pressed my raging erection against him and whispered directly into his ear, "You're prettier than he was."

Matty groaned and pushed back against me. "Do you want me to shave my body?" he asked.

I ran my hands down his smooth chest and said, "What do you want to do? If you want to shave your body, I support you one hundred percent."

He turned in my arms to face me. He looked up at me with those big blue eyes of his and asked, "Do you think I'd be sexy with a shaved body?"

I kissed his soft lips and said, "I think you're sexy now, but you would be even sexier if you shaved for me. Of course, it would probably work better if you had it waxed."

He stood on tiptoes trying to reach my mouth, so I picked him up and held him in my arms. He wrapped his legs around my waist, and I almost dropped my load right then when my cock brushed against his small round butt.

"I don't have money for waxing," he admitted. "I can barely afford razors."

I kissed him some more and squeezed his butt. "If you want to do it, I'll pay for it. But I only want you to do it if you want to do it."

Matty leaned against my shoulder and said, "I want to be your sexy smooth boy."

I carried him into the bathroom and turned on the shower. I had to put him down to get towels and a washcloth. He gave me a fake pout but adjusted the temperature of the water while I was out of the room. I turned the temperature up a little and then pulled him in with me. He squealed a little at the heat, but I put myself between him and the water while the steam rose around us.

We were both horny and needed some relief, but our time was limited so I made sure to wash my boy first from head to toe. I paid special attention to his tight little hole, cleaning it carefully and gently. I didn't expect him to open so easily for me from simple warm water and stroking, but he did. One moment he was clenched tight and the next he was loose and ready. My fingertip slid inside his silky warmth, and he moaned loudly.

"We don't have time for me to get you loosened up completely, so I'm going to use my fingers on you, okay?" I asked.

"Yes, please, Sir. Do it," he begged.

I was able to work two fingers inside him without any more lube than my own saliva. I found his hard little gay button and stroked it gently, sending visible shivers down his spine.

"Does baby like that?" I asked. "Do you like my fingers playing inside your little boy hole?"

"Uh huh," he gasped. "You make me feel so good, Sir. It's not as good as your tranca but it's driving me crazy."

"Good," I said. "Your tight little culo is sucking on my fingers. I wish I had time to get inside you properly this morning."

"Can I cum this way, Sir?" he asked plaintively. He was rock hard and throbbing.

"If I do it long enough, sure," I said. "But we don't have a lot of time this morning."

I turned him around without removing my fingers and knelt in the shower to take his small erection into my mouth. I barely applied any suction at all before his knees started bucking and he grabbed my head for stability. I felt his culo clamp down on my finger as he shot his sweat boy cream into my mouth. Damn, I loved the way he tasted.

When I stood back up, Matty threw both arms around my chest and clung to me tight. "Thank you, Sir. Thank you. I love you."

"I love you too, Chico," I said, applying just the slightest downward pressure.

Matty didn't need to be told what to do. He sank to his knees and took half my cock into his mouth. It was the most he could handle without working at it for more time than we had. His soft hands gently stroked my shaft and caressed my balls. He was learning some good tongue work and I had been close before he started. I lasted for several minutes, my own sense of machismo refusing to allow myself to blow too quickly. That was fine for eighteen-year-old boys like Matty, but not for a mature lover like me.

I doubted it was more than a three to five minutes before I felt that tightness that meant I was going to shoot any minute. I ran my hands through his wet hair and held his head close.

"Damn, you're getting to be good at this, Matty," I groaned.

I yelled, "I'm cumming! Suck Papi's seed straight from the source. Take it deep inside you, Chico!"

And then I came.

We used the same washcloth to finish getting clean and then we dried ourselves with two fluffy towels.

I got dressed much faster than Matty who seemed to be pondering his limited selection of clothing. He was wearing the blue superman briefs and his matching soccer socks, as he looked through the drawer and finally pulled out a pair of dark blue knit shorts and a faded tee shirt with Spongebob Squarepants on it. Like everything else in that drawer, those clothes used to belong to Carlito. He hadn't been as thin as Matty since he was ten or eleven years old.

"I think I need to go back to my apartment tonight and get some of my clothes," he said.

"You don't like to look like my baby ni__ño?" I asked playfully.

"I don't hate it, but I don't love it, Sir," he replied.

"Okay. I'll take you over there tonight to get some things, but I don't want you to go by yourself," I said.

"Jimmy's safe, Sir," Matty said.

"But I don't trust his friends, especially that guy Josh," I said. "Look. I know you're my boyfriend and not my son, but I need you to obey me when I tell you not to do things. I'll only do it when its for your own good. Now promise me that you won't go over there by yourself. Better yet. You go to Juancito's house after school, and you wait for me."

Matty nodded and said, "I'll have to. I have a chemistry lab until seven."

"Then I'll come get you afterward," I said firmly.

"Johnny is going to walk me back to his place. He has swim practice until 7:30 do I just have to walk to the pool and wait for him," he replied.

I sighed. I didn't like Matty being alone on campus. Something was going on. I didn't believe his bike had just happened to get two flat tires. Somehow I knew Josh was involved. I shook my head.

"I'll text Neto and tell him to meet you at the lab and walk with you over to the pool," I said. "I want to know that you're safe. And I can't trust that you are until you start telling me what's going on."

Neto had been at my apartment so often that he was like another son to me. I trusted him to take care of Matty for me.

"Yes Sir!" Matty said, giving me a saucy little salute.

Once he was dressed, I made sure that he packed one of the peanut butter sandwiches I'd made him prepare for lunch and then I handed him a bean and cheese burro and told him to heat it up at Juancito's place. I always kept some premade in the fridge and they were things Matty would eat since they contained no meat.

I had to rush him around and help him get his stuff packed. He hadn't charged his phone last night, so I made him take a phone charger and promise to charge it at Juancito's house. He had to take some books out of his backpack and put some others in. He was about to make me late for work and I was getting very annoyed on the inside. Like with my own boys, I never let it show on the outside, but tonight I was going to make him pack everything before he went to bed.

I helped him get his stuff into Juancito's house, made sure he plugged in his phone and found him a fleece blanket to wrap up in. He didn't have class until nine and would probably want to get some more sleep. In many ways he was still a boy and he needed a lot of sleep.

it was a quarter to seven when I finally got in my car and called my boss to tell him I was going to be late. Fifteen minutes wouldn't quite cut it with morning traffic even though I was close to the precinct.

"This is the problem with dating a boy instead of a man," I said to myself as I headed downtown.

But then I remembered how Tonio had been late almost every day and sighed. Maybe it was just the guys I was attracted to.

Johnny

I always woke up before Alex and slipped out of bed to take a shower. This morning I heard Dad leaving as I got up. I went into the living room and saw Matty sitting on the couch with a blanket wrapped around him. It wasn't that cold, but Matty was a slender guy and had no padding to speak of. He was balancing his math book on his lap and eating a burro.

"How are you doing this morning," I asked, coming into the room.

"Fine," he answered. "I think your dad is mad at me, though. He didn't blow up and yell like my uncle does, but he was getting a little short tempered with me."

I laughed and said, "Papa hates to be late and he gets mad at the rest of us for not being as organized as he is. Only Carlito was organized enough for him. Everyone else, even Mama, got that look from him. Expect him to rearrange the way you do things until he's satisfied but remember that it's not just you. He used to make me so mad coming up with new schedules and to-do lists until he could get me out the door on time."

"He finally taught you to organized?" Matty asked.

I nodded and gave him a sarcastic grin and said, "And now I drive Alex crazy because I'm always rearranging his stuff. Papa's a great guy and you are damned lucky to have a man like him, but he likes things orderly and neat. You're going to have to get used to it. Has he taught you the proper way to load a dishwasher, to do laundry, to clean the kitchen, or anything else yet?"

Matty chuckled and said, "Not yet. The thing is that at home I was the neat one, but your dad has everything in the pantry neatly lined up with all the labels facing out. And he gave me that look when he cleaned up the mess I left when I made coffee."

"Either learn to do it his way, or just keep on slacking until he decides to do it himself. He'll probably let you get away with that," I said. "I wasn't so lucky. But in all seriousness, I'm glad he taught me how to keep things neat. Neto's a slob and Alex loves things to be neat. He just doesn't do much to keep it that way."

"Do you have to clean up after him?" he asked.

Johnny sighed and said, "Yeah. All the time. But I don't really mind. It's...well, I like doing things for him that way."

I leaned forward and whispered, "It's almost like he's my husband and I'm the dutiful little wife who takes care of him. Mama wasn't like that, but Alex's mother is. It's probably why he doesn't know how to wash dishes or do laundry."

"I think I'd like to take care of your dad that way if I knew how," he said. "It sounds exciting in a way."

We chatted for a couple of minutes and then Matty asked me, "Why does Carlos call you `Juanito', Neto and Alex call you `Johnny', but your dad calls you `Juancito'?"

I sighed and said, "When Carlito and I were little and he was just learning to read, we were at the Desert Museum looking at the animals. Carlito got excited and pointed to a little ground squirrel with a rounded tail and said, `Look! This squirrel has the same name as you.' Of course, it wasn't quite the same. And that's why Papa always called me Juancito, just like the squirrel."

"Does it make you mad?" Matty asked. "I mean being called by a little animal name."

"It used to," I admitted. "But Papa likes to tease. He went through a phase where he called Carlito `Carl-oso' or `Carlos the bear' because he got hairy legs and arms so young. But Carlito had the good sense not to show that it upset him, and Papa quit. He kept it up with me because I used to get mad, and then when I decided not to show it he kept it up to see if he could make me give him `the look'."

Matty was laughing quietly now. I could see why Papa was crazy about him. He was very handsome, bordering on pretty. And he was wearing some of Carlito's old clothes under that blanket, making him look younger than he was.

"What's `the look'?" he asked.

I showed him my "I'm so done with your crap" face and he laughed louder. I couldn't help but join in.

I stood up and said, "I need to care of some things, so I'll need to leave you alone out here for a while."

"Anything I can do to help?" he asked.

"No!" I said with another laugh. "Its..."

I shrugged and leaned closer. Then I whispered, "Alex likes me to wake him up with a blowjob. And I really like doing it, so there's that. And I have to shower because, if I'm lucky, he'll interrupt me and...you know, give it to me. So, I have to shower so I'm ready for the big one."

Matty was blushing. He said, "That sounds sexy, but Fernando gets up before me every morning."

I nodded and said, "Good luck getting up before Papa. I think you'll just have to miss out on that pleasure."

Then I went in to get ready for Alex. My hole was twitching with anticipation.

Matty

That was an interesting conversation, I thought. It was good to know that Fernando wasn't angry with me. He and Johnny had gotten through it, but it sounded like I was going to have to work on my own organizational skills or Fernando would have to spank me. My dick twitched at that thought. A momentary vision of me lying naked across Fernando's hairy legs while his large hands smacked my ass passed across my mind. I didn't know why it was such a turn on, but it was.

I finished the last of my math homework and was putting away the book when Neto came out and turned on some music. He was only wearing pajama shorts this morning and I could see how ripped his body was. He had more definition than Fernando and the cock pressing against his shorts looked just as big, maybe even bigger.

"Whew, got the music just in time, sweet thing," he said, and he sat down on the couch and pulled me next to him so he could give me a hug. "Unless you wanted to hear Johnny boy shrieking and moaning."

Neto leaned back and pulled me against his chest and mimicked Johnny.

"Oh Alex, you're so big!"

"Do me harder, Alex!"

"Oooh! You're splitting me in half, Alex!"

"Seed me deep, you giant jock mother fucker!"

I didn't hear anything like that, but then again, Neto had turned up the volume.

"Does it bother you when they make enough noise for you to hear?" I asked.

"Oh Sweetling, no it does not. It makes me horny as hell and I don't have anyone to help relieve my tension, except for my own right hand," he said.

I was laughing and blushing at the same time. Neto sighed and patted my head.

"And then you come along," he said. "Someone finally lands Johnny's DILFY dad and of course it's not me. It's the cute little blond thing. And I don't know whether to hate you, to be impressed that your skinny butt can take that thing he's packing in his pants, or to fall in love with you myself. Mmm, mmm, mmm."

Neto made me feel good. It wasn't his words. He was a little rude and way too forward most of the time, but it was his tone and his demeanor. And no matter how much he talked about my butt, he never came across as threatening. I felt safe with him, like he was an older brother or something.

Neto stroked my jawline and said, "All the guys around me, except Alex of course, are getting themselves a little blond boy. I may have to try one out myself. Since you're taken, maybe you can suggest one for me. Where does a brother find something like that, I wonder. Do you have a twin?"

I shook my head and said, "No, just a cousin."

"Ooh, you're going to have to introduce him to me," he said, pulling me up onto his lap.

"Is he as pretty as you are? Does he also dress like a little kid with knee socks and short shorts and an honest to God Spongebob tee-shirt?" he asked.

"Nope," I said. "He's not gay and he doesn't have a boyfriend with a closet full of old kid's clothes."

"Honey Pie, if stories on the internet are true, all you white boys are gay once you get a taste of pinga negra," he said. "You introduce us and let me take it from there."

I didn't know how to respond. I opened my mouth to say something, shook my head and closed it again. I knitted my brows and said, "I can't ever tell when you're serious or when you're joking, Neto."

He chucked me under the chin like the child I was dressed like and said, "Sweetie, I am always joking around, especially when I'm serious. But that last bit was some wishful thinking on my part. No matter what the online stories would have you believe, many gay white boys are racist little shits who don't want anything to do with a Blatino like me, no matter how hot I may be. And a lot of the "same sex loving" brothers get turned off because I am way too fabulous to be on the downlow."

We chatted for a while before Johnny and Alex came out and joined us. They were already dressed for school. Alex didn't dress provocatively, but always looked nice like he spent a lot of time making himself look good in his stonewashed jeans and tee shirts. Alex dressed like he was going to a business office instead of class. He liked to look professional at school and sporty on the court.

Johnny made yoghurt smoothies for himself, Alex, and Neto. I told them I'd already eaten and gestured toward the half-eaten burrito. I needed to ask Fernando to make smaller ones. I didn't eat anywhere near as much as he did.

Alex went to school first. He had an 8 am class and he could drive the quarter mile to school since his athletic scholarship covered a spot in the reserved parking lot. The rest of us left half an hour later to get to class by 9 am.

It was great being around Johnny or Neto all day. I mean we didn't really share classes except the Monday-Wednesday-Friday class I had with Johnny, but we were able to stay close most of the day and we spent our time between classes together. Johnny insisted on buying me lunch on his card since his dad was paying for it anyway.

Jimmy

School sucked. I was behind in every class, and I was going to have to work hard to bring my grade up to Cs. I'd fucked it up bad this year and I had to get working now. I'd sworn off both booze and drugs. I was going to be a good, nerdy boy from now on, just like Matty.

I didn't know whether I felt better or worse about myself now that I knew what was happening to me. After Josh left, I somehow managed to finish most of my homework. If I wanted to pass this year, I was going to need help. I'd ask Matty, but he was never here anymore, and I didn't want him near, not so long as Josh could drop in at any time.

About an hour after I'd finished my homework, Josh showed up again. I'd foolishly given him a key when I asked him to keep an eye on Matty. How could I have been so foolish? Matty had warned me about him, but I didn't believe him. And if Matty hadn't found a protector in Fernando, Josh would have had his hooks into him too.

"Hey Jimmy," Josh said. "When I come in, you should run over and show me how happy you are to see me."

I got to my feet with a sullen expression on my face and walked toward him. I could tell he wasn't happy. He grabbed my jaw and held it firm.

"That won't do, Jimmy. That won't do at all. If you don't want me to paddle your butt until it turns blue, you will go back to that couch and do it again. Jump up and come over to me with a smile on your face. When you get here, throw your arms around my neck, and tell me how happy you are to see me," he said.

I waked back to the couch and sat down. Then I jumped up and forced a smile to my face. I ran over and threw my arms around his neck and said, "I'm so happy to see you, Josh."

He put his hands on my waist and kissed me. I turned my head aside and Josh slapped me in the face. Then he kissed me again. I didn't turn away. I opened my mouth and let his tongue force its way inside. I submitted to him completely. He slid one hand down the back of my shorts and then under my boxer briefs to rub my hole.

"Take off your pants," he said, "and from now on, no underwear. You can wear a jock strap because I'm not interested in penis, but I want to be able to get inside your hole anytime I choose."

I sighed and dropped my pants. I didn't really have a choice. Josh had me over a barrel and I had to do what he said. He popped the finger that had been inside my butt into my mouth.

"You were clean tonight, luckily for you. From now on, anything I stick in your butt goes into your mouth, so you'd better keep it clean," he said.

I didn't say anything, so Josh slapped me again. "Answer me when I talk to you and be polite."

"Yes Sir," I said.

"I like that," Josh said. "You can call me sir from now on."

I nodded and said, "Yes Sir."

Josh dropped his pants and sat down on the couch. He was already hard.

"Lube my cock and your ass, then sit on my cock and fuck yourself," he demanded.

I gave him a "Yes Sir" and went to grab the lube. I hated Josh as much Matty did at that point. I hated that he was forcing me to have sex with him. I hated that he had raped me and forced me to acknowledge my hidden desires. And I hated the fact that my cock was rock hard, and it had to be from the way he was treating me tonight.

I knelt in front of the couch and put as much lube as I could on Josh's cock. Then I worked almost as much inside my ass. Josh was being very kind right then. He helped me stand and straddle his legs. Then he supported me while I squatted lower, the blunt head of his cock pushing against me.

"I'm not a monster, Jimmy," he said. "I'm just helping you to be what you're supposed to be. You've craved cock all your life and you've denied it. I'm going to help you get all the cock you need. Now take it slow and ease me inside you. I want you to enjoy it when you take cock."

"Yes Sir," I said.

I reached back and pulled my cheeks apart. The tip of his cock was pressing against me. I pulled harder and the very tip of his cock lodged just inside my anal ring. Then I pushed myself against his erection until he slid inside the ring. And then the whole head popped inside. I waited for a moment, Josh supporting me while my knees quivered.

"Relax for a moment," he said. "You can wait. Then lower yourself slowly. I'm going to let you set your own pace so long as you don't try to reverse direction. You don't have all night, but I'll give you no more than ten minutes before you need to be sitting on my crotch, my cock all the way inside you."

"Yes Sir," I said. "Thank you, Sir."

And the sad thing was that I did feel gratitude. Josh was forcing me to fuck myself on his cock, but I was grateful because he told me to take my time so long as it wasn't more than ten minutes. I sank lower, paused and then repeated the process until my cheeks were pressing against his groin.

I could feel that cock filling my ass and it made me feel complete. I regretted not giving myself to my teammates back in high school. One of the boys on the baseball team, Sergio Valenzuela, had always made comments about how round and fuckable my butt was. I wondered what would have happened if I'd been honest with myself and seen how serious he was.

"You're doing great, Jimmy," Josh said. "Sit on it for minute so you can get used to it, then you're going to bounce on it until I cum."

He rubbed my thighs and gave me a smile that made me feel weak and needy. I didn't want to enjoy what Josh was doing. I wanted to think of it as rape because he'd given me no choice, but it felt so good, and he was being so nice to me that I started to cry. I wasn't sobbing, but tears were streaming slowly down my cheeks.

"You don't need to cry, Jimmy. You're taking my cock like a pro. You're doing a good job, baby," he said.

"Yes Sir," I said. "But that's not why I'm crying."

"Why are you crying then, baby," he asked.

I sniffled and shook my head. "You're being nice to me," I admitted.

"Baby, I'll always be nice to you when you're a good boy and obey me without question. I will only slap you around when you deserve it," he said.

"Yes Sir," I said with a nod.

"Call me `daddy' and start fucking yourself on my cock," he ordered.

"Yes Daddy," I said.

It felt weird calling Josh `Daddy'. He was only a few years older than me. But I didn't want to make him mad. I pulled up a little and then sat back down on his cock. It didn't take me long to find the exact angle that would make him hit that magic spot inside me. I rode his cock trying to hit that spot every time. I must have been successful because my dick started throbbing and I felt it tighten. Then I came, shooting all over Josh's abdomen.

I was done. I was spent. I wanted to get off his dick, but he hadn't cum yet. He made me ride his cock until he came. Then he made me lick his cock clean. Finally, I ate all the cum I'd spilled on him.

"Good job, baby," Josh said. "You did good for your first time. Just remember a few rules and you'll be fine. When you're with a man, you're there to give him pleasure. Don't worry about your own. If you need to cum, you will. If you don't there's always next time."

Josh kept me naked the rest of the night and when it was time, he took me to bed. He fucked me a total of three times and as he promised, we fell asleep with his dick still up my ass.

Matty

I'd felt safer today than I had any day since I met Josh. And when I came out the doors from my lab I looked around for Neto, but he was nowhere to be found. But it would have been impossible to miss Alex. He was at least half a head taller than anyone else in the building. He came striding over to me, dressed in his basketball uniform. He looked a little sweaty and when he pulled me close, I could smell him. He smelled like Fernando after a workout.

"Where's Neto," I asked, looking up at him.

I felt like a kid since my head only came up to his shoulders. He made it worse by chucking me under the chin and then squeezing me tight against him as we walked. Well, not worse since it didn't feel bad at all; it felt indescribably good.

"Neto couldn't make it tonight, but I could," he said. "We're not going to leave you alone at night, not until we're a hundred percent sure you're safe."

He walked me over to the pool and we took seats in the bleachers to watch. The team was still practicing. I'd never been to a swim practice or swim meet before, and I was beginning to regret my life choices. Seeing all those sexy guys in their tiny speedos had me squirming in my seat.

Alex put his arm around me again and said, "They look hot, don't they?"

I sighed and said, "Yes they do."

Alex kissed the top of my head and said, "They're all so damned beautiful, but the only one I really see is Johnny."

"He's the hottest one out there. That's for sure," I said.

And it was true. It was Fernando I was in love with, but Johnny was the handsomest guy in the family. He was probably the handsomest guy I'd ever met.

"Don't get too lusty, Matty," Alex said. "Johnny's mine, and not just for now. I plan to keep him forever. And if Fernando has his way, you're going to be Johnny's stepdaddy."

"Stop it," I said, slapping him playfully. "That's not funny. It's already weird for me. Don't make it worse."

Alex didn't let up. He squeezed me again and said, "And that means you're going to my tiny stepdaddy-in-law."

"You're a giant, Alex. Even Fernando would be a tiny father-in-law for you," I said.

We joked around for a little longer until the team finished their practice, then Alex pulled me to my feet and said, "We're going into the locker room to meet up with Johnny."

"They won't let us in the locker room while the team is changing!" I said.

"Little Dude, the advantage to being a star athlete is that no one stops me; and you're with me today," he said.

He wasn't wrong. No one questioned us being in the locker room. Everyone knew Alex and they gave him a friendly greeting. Most of the guys wore towels around their waists, and we didn't walk down between the lockers (that would have been a little pervy), so we saw lot less than we did in the bleachers, but what we did see was a lot closer. All the muscular and shaved chests and legs was like a feast for my eyes. Again, I regretted never having done sports in high school.

Johnny called us over to his locker while he was getting dressed. He wasn't shy and I was impressed. He'd shaved completely even though I was sure that having hair on his butt and genitals couldn't slow him down in the water. His muscles were distinctly visible beneath his skin.

He and Alex chatted, but I had nothing to say. There was a naked guy behind us rooting around in his locker, but I was too embarrassed to look. I kept my eyes on Johnny. That was a little uncomfortable because I was having sex with his dad, but I couldn't look away. He looked like his dad around the eyes and the mouth, but he much slenderer and his face was prettier. Fernando and Carlos looked much more alike. They were both handsome, but Johnny looked...the best way to put it was that he looked like a pretty twink version of his father. [I'd later find out that he looked much like his mother's youngest brother.]

He pulled on a pair of sexy briefs that left his butt exposed. He put on a tee shirt and then stood there in nothing else while he fixed his hair. Only then did he pull on a pair of shorts and slip on his deck shoes. When he turned toward us, he was smiling that perfect smile of his.

I'd been only half listening to their conversation, but I heard Alex say, "And the photographer that did the photos for the last article on the team said that his cousin saw your picture and asked if you'd ever done any modeling. He wants to know if you'd be interested in doing some work. I don't know why he asked me instead of contacting you."

Johnny stood on tip toes to kiss Alex and said, "Maybe he knows that my body belongs to you."

"It does?" Alex asked, running his hands over Johnny's firm butt. "I'm glad to hear that, but you already show it off – to amazing effect, I may add – to everyone who watches you swim."

"Does it make you jealous?" Johnny teased.

"Not so long as you keep your speedo on," Alex replied. "It makes me hot thinking of all those guys seeing you but knowing they can never have you. I imagine them beating their little cocks and dreaming of getting inside you."

Then he whispered, "Or seeing this mighty cock of yours and imagining it going inside them."

"Like that would ever happen," Johnny said with a laugh.

Then he looked at me and said, "I'm sorry if we're making you uncomfortable, Matty. We probably share too much."

"Damn right!" said the guy behind us, who was now fully dressed. "We all know about Alex's giant cock and how Johnny can't get enough of it and how Johnny prefers to cum from getting pounded in his fine ass by Alex the Giant."

He was laughing and so were Alex and Johnny. I was surprised that his team was so accepting of his gayness. Johnny didn't hide who he was, and I envied him that. I promised myself that I was going to be more open. Maybe I'd even get the courage to tell my mom and my uncle.

"So now you know, Matty," Johnny said. "I'm as much of an insatiable bottom as I suspect you are."

We left the pool and walked over to the parking lot by the basketball gym. Johnny's car was parked there. He drove a Subaru Forester.

"Cool car," I said.

Johnny laughed and said, "It is a nice car, but there are only a handful of cars Alex can drive in. He chose this one because he fits behind the wheel if he pushes the seat all the way back. You'd better sit behind me."

And it was true. There were a couple of inches at most between Alex's head and the roof of the car, and the driver's seat was pushed back farther than I thought they would go. I'd never considered how hard it must be for someone like Alex to fit in a car. He put his bags in the seat behind him and I sat behind Johnny. Despite being a little taller than his dad, Johnny looked tiny next to his boyfriend.

Fernando was already at the house when we got there, and he'd bought pizza. He and Neto were already enjoying a slice. Since there were only seats for four in the living room (a small sofa and two chairs) Alex started to grab a chair, but Fernando pulled me onto his lap and told him to sit down in the space next to Johnny. It made sense because I was the smallest person there, but it made me feel like a kid. As I snuggled down on Fernando's lap, feeling his erection poke into my bottom, I realized that he seemed excited by that fact. So was I.

The talk was mostly about the upcoming basketball game on Friday night. Alex's father had purchased a season pass with two seats, but he seldom made it to the games, so Johnny and Neto usually used his seat, but this weekend he was coming down from Phoenix to see it. He and Johnny would be sharing the seat and Johnny seemed a little nervous to spend that much time alone with him.

"My dad loves you, Johnny," Alex said. "You're smart, handsome and an athlete yourself. He's looking forward to getting to know you better."

"But he's going to see me sitting there with an erection during the entire game," Johnny pointed out.

Alex laughed and said, "You had an erection all during dinner last time he and mom came down and took us to dinner. And you had an erection in your speedo when we were at the pool. I'd wanted to spare you from this, but my parents saw it all and they thought it was sweet that you loved me so much that you couldn't hide it."

Johnny punched him playfully in the arm and then leaned his head against his chest. I was already leaning against Fernando eating my second piece of double mushroom, onion, and tomato pizza. I doubted I would finish it. Everyone here ate more than I did.

Fernando was on his fourth slice. He was using his free hand to rub my stomach and my own erection was pressing hard against my shorts. Neto was staring in our direction, and then at Alex and Johnny cuddled up together.

"This is completely unfair!" he said. "I need to find me someone to cuddle when we're all together. I've asked Matty to help me find my own pint size white boy to bounce on my knees, but he says his cousin is straight."

"He's also tall," I said.

Fernando laughed and kissed my temple. "You're only five six according to your license and I think you're overestimating your height," he said. "Your cousin is a few inches shorter than me, and I'm only five eleven. That's average son. I think Jimmy would look cute sitting on Neto's lap."

"But he's not gay," I pointed out.

It was hard to concentrate because Fernando had started bouncing his leg slightly.

"Unless the online stories are true," Neto pointed out, "and all little white boys are gay once they get a taste of dark meat."

He was just teasing, but I blushed.

"It worked for you," Neto pointed out.

"Show's what you know, Neto," Fernando said. "Matty was gay a long time before he tasted dark meat. And I am glad that he was."

Johnny ran his hands under Alex's shirt to rub his strong chest. Alex's skin was no darker than mine.

"And some boys love white meat," he said.

Then he remembered that his dad was in the room and his eyes grew wide and his face turned a little white. "Sorry, Dad," he said. "I think I forgot you were here."

"It's okay," Fernando said, becoming more at ease with the fact that his son was an adult and no longer his little boy. "Some of us like dark meat and white meat."

"That's because you and I are real men, Fernando," Neto said. "We are dedicated connoisseurs of meat of all kinds. It's like how Johnny prefers beef, and you prefer..."

He got embarrassed and cut himself off. "I am so sorry, Papa Nando," he said. "I didn't mean...I never...I'm just going to shut my mouth now."

I noticed that his voice was less campy when he was flustered. Fernando turned my head and kissed me passionately.

"It's true. I used to think I was a beef man myself until I discovered how much I love chicken," he said.

I was kind of naïve. I could tell there was some subtext I was missing, but I had no idea what it was. Later Fernando would explain to me that "chicken" referred to younger guys. I didn't know whether to be insulted when it was explained to me, or just grateful that Fernando had discovered a preference for chicken if that was what I was.

Fernando told the guys to pack up the pizza for later and to save a piece of veggie pizza for me to have for breakfast. Then he took my backpack and put it over his shoulder before leading me out to his car. He opened the door and held it for me, then handed me my backpack. The dynamic of our relationship was changing in some unidentifiable way. I liked it.

When we got back to the apartment, Fernando ran around and opened my door for me and took my backpack. Then he threw his arm around me and led me to the front door.

"I want to buy you some new clothes," Fernando said, placing my backpack down in the corner of the living room. "I want to see you in new clothes."

"Do you want me to be sexy for you, Daddy?" I asked playing with his belt.

"You're always sexy, Chico," he said. "I want you to have some nice clothes. It's October and it will be getting cool soon. It's already a little chilly in the morning. I want to get you clothes that fit properly, some casual clothes and some nice things for when we need to go out. And yes, some sexy clothes for you to wear in the apartment. Would you like that?"

"Yes Sir!" I said. "I would love that, but I don't want to cost you any money."

"It's my money to spend," he said. "Maybe I'll just buy you clothes to wear out and keep you naked all the time in the apartment."

My breathing grew shallow, and my cock gave a twitch at that strange idea. "I think I'd like that, Daddy," I said.

"I bet you would, Chico Lindo," he said. "You'd love to walk around flashing me your little culo, but I think visitors would be scandalized. You are a cute little bottom boy aren't you?"

"Mm-hm," I mumbled. "Just like Johnny, only shorter."

Fernando brushed my hair out of my eyes (it was getting long) and said, "Is that what he told you?"

I realized that I may have spilled a secret Johnny didn't want to share with his dad, so I tried to recover. I said, "Uh-huh. Boy my hair is getting long. Maybe I should get it cut. What do you think?"

Fernando chuckled and said, "You can't change the subject that quickly. Is that why Johnny has been so reticent around me since going to college? Does he think I care?"

I buried my face in his chest and didn't respond.

"You don't have to say anything. It makes sense to me now and I'm relieved that it's nothing else," Fernando said. "With Johnny's movie star looks, it makes sense that dominant guys would want him, and judging by his performance on the court, I'd say that Alex is a pretty dominant guy."

"It doesn't bother you that Johnny is...like me?" I asked.

"Not at all," Fernando responded. "My views on things are evolving. I used to think one sided guy like you were denying a part of your sexuality, but I'm coming to believe that some guys, like you and apparently Johnny, really are different. It's almost like gayness isn't just one sexuality. It's more like there are several and we all lump them together and call them gay.

"I'm old enough to think about these things in different ways that I hope don't insult you or Johnny. I'm beginning to think about you in the same way I used to think about girlfriends way back when I thought I was straight. I know that you're a boy and that's a good thing. I'm bisexual by courtesy only because I have been married and I did father three wonderful children, but I've always been gay, or at least gayer than bisexual.

"I used to think only about myself when having sex back in high school. And after I had gay sex for the first time at the academy, I used to picture my fellow cops while having sex with Maria. But all the guys I've been with have been macho, like me. It was fun and I loved being with them, but I never loved them. I think I was waiting for someone like you, someone I can treat like a boy girlfriend. I think that's why I'm falling in love with you.

"And when Johnny settles down, with Alex or whoever, I'll just think about it like I'm giving my submissive son to a dominant husband, like a man does with his daughters. I wonder if that means I have to pay for the whole wedding. Alex's family seems to have more money than me."

He was laughing so I laughed with him. What he said made sense to me. I was raised to think girls behaved one way and boys another. I didn't understand how I could like boys but still not want to be a girl. I had to hide the softer side of myself. Fernando encouraged me to let it out. It was like his intense masculinity was calling out to the more fluid part of my own personality and drawing it out. I would have been horrified to be seen in silky pajamas or to think about waxing the hair off my legs back in high school, but now the idea just aroused me. I had a man who loved that part of me, and I wanted to stop hiding and be that boy.

"And I don't think you should cut your hair," he said, taking up my earlier distraction. "You're so cute with your curls. I think I'd like to see more of them."

"I love you, Fernando," I said. "And I love that you saw the hidden part of me, and you loved it before I did."

He took a deep breath and then picked me up in his arms and kissed my neck.

"I'm so excited that I can't hold back. I want you so bad that I'm ready to burst," he said.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and said, "Take me Papi, take me now."

He carried me into the bedroom and placed me gently on the bed. He pulled my shoes off one at a time and placed them on the floor, then removed my socks and tossed them in the hamper. He kissed my feet gently.

He took his time, and when I tried to pull off my own shirt, he stopped me and did it himself.

"You're my pretty prize and I get to unwrap you myself," he said. Then he leaned down and kissed me before adding, "When you learn how to do a sexy dance, I'll let you undress yourself."

He lifted my tee shirt and tossed it in the hamper as well. Then he kissed my neck and bit it hard enough to leave love bites for everyone to see. He moved down and licked my hard nipples and then chewed them gently. I could feel the scruff of his beard on my chest, and I couldn't help but moan, "That feels so good, Daddy. I think I'm going to cum in my pants."

"If you do, I'll spank you for real," he said. "Be a good boy and hold it until I say it's time."

"I'll try, Daddy," I promised.

Fernando moved to my navel and thrust his tongue inside, making me laugh and writhe around on the bed. I ran my fingers through his hair and rubbed the thinning spot at the crown. Ordinarily I couldn't see it because he was so much taller than me. It drove home to me that he was older than me and that thought made me leak in my underwear.

Fernando unsnapped the waistband on my shorts and then pulled the zipper open. He smiled when he saw that my underwear was soaked with precum. Then he pulled the shorts down my legs and tossed them into the hamper, leaving me in my soaked superhero briefs.

Fernando ran a finger down my erection and said, "You are ready, aren't you boy?"

"Yes Papi," I said with a nod. "I need you."

Fernando pulled my briefs off and asked, "What do you need, Chico?"

I sighed and replied, "Your big, powerful daddy tranca."

Fernando was rubbing my hole. He wet one finger and slipped it inside me to the second knuckle.

"Where do you want my tranca, Chico?" he asked.

"In...in mi culo," I said.

Fernando fingered my butt for a minute or so and then said, "So you want Papi's tranca inside your culito lindo?"

"Yes Papi, yes!" I shouted. "I want it and I NEED it!"

Fernando stood up and slowly removed his owning clothing making me moan and quiver with anticipation. He was teasing me with the slowness of his movements. When he exposed his hairy chest, I let my fingers stray to my hard little nipples and squeezed them, making my dick jump. When he dropped his pants and removed his boxer briefs allowing his big brown cock to flop out, I squealed and shot a single spurt of cum.

"Ooh, baby needs it bad," Fernando said with a smile.

He pulled out a condom and rolled it onto his cock and explained, "No time to clean up today, so I've got to cover up."

He grabbed the lube and worked my hold for several minutes. I couldn't think straight. I couldn't get words out of my mouth, just incoherent grunts and moans. Fernando silenced me with a forceful kiss as he entered me slowly and gently. I wrapped my legs around his waist and ran my hands down his muscular sides. I couldn't quite reach his big meaty butt.

Once he'd sunk all the way inside me, he pulled back and said, "It's okay, Chico. Papi's going to fuck you until you cum."

My cock was dripping like crazy, and all my nerve endings were already on fire. I said, "It won't take long, Papi. I don't think I can hold out much longer. Your tranca feels to good in my culito_._"

"That's because your culito was made Papi's tranca, Chico," Fernando said. "That's why you're so perfect for me."

"And you're perfect for me Papi," I said. "I never want anyone else, just you."

Fernando was close as well. I could tell from the look on his face.

"Fuck me harder, Papi," I begged. "I want to feel you own my hole."

Fernando smiled at me and began to fuck me faster. He pulled almost all the way out and then slammed forward with a single forceful thrust. He was watching my face closely. My eyes flew open and a I squealed, "Yes Papi, yes! That's it."

It was like he'd been afraid of breaking me but had finally been reassured. He pounded me harder than before. I could hear his groin slamming against my cheeks and I was sure the neighbors could hear me moaning and crying out, "Fuck me, Papi_!_ Fuck me hard and make me cry!"

The relentless pounding sent me over the edge. I screamed, "I'm cumming, Papi_!_ I'm cumming just from your cock! Aaaaaah! God yes!"

Fernando was much more restrained. He grabbed my thighs hard enough to leave a red mark and then sank inside me as far as he could go. He groaned while he seeded me. And when he was done, he fell on me and kissed me with more force and passion than before.

He pulled me into his embrace and drew a sheet over us. We fell asleep shortly thereafter. I was glad that Fernando held me so tight. He hadn't turned the heat on in the apartment yet and it was getting cold at night. Fernando was like a furnace. He kept me warm all night.

We forgot all about going over to Jimmy's apartment and getting some clothes for me.