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El Criador Anónimo 2 Copyright © 2019 Emile Ochoa.
I flashed back to the first time I ever touched somebody else's. It happened a few years ago when I was sleeping over my with mi primo and we were in the same bed with our hands down each other's underwear, under the covers. We pretended like we was sleep, but we knew we wasn't. I don't remember exactly how it started, I just remember us doing it that night I slept over. We never said anything about it the next day or any day after that; we just acted like nothing actually happened and played it off like it was a dream or some shit like that. It was crazy, but whatever; that was back then. Now I was touching this dude and staring at his dick like it was a piece of candy I wanted to have.
I looked around right quick. Wasn't nobody around us. He moved over and stood in front of me. He touched my balls, gently rubbing them before he got a hold of my dick and slowly jerked it. He pulled at it, sliding my foreskin back and forth along the full length of my shaft. He played with the head when it appeared, spreading whatever globs of precome were oozing out. I was leaking like crazy. He was wet too and was about to get a little wetter. I flipped my cap around backward and checked around one more time. We stared at each other for a few minutes.
"You got anything?" I asked him while I jerked him slowly.
"I'm clean Pa," he licked his lips.
I ain't think much more about it after that. I guess he could'a been lying, but he looked too good to be, plus I figured if he was hooking up with me not knowing if I had anything or not, he probably was good too. It was all the confirmation I needed. I squatted down almost on one knee, cupped his balls with my right hand while I pulled on his dick with the left. I kept my eye on it the whole time. I tapped it playfully, making it bounce before I wet my lips and pressed my lips to that mushroom tip. I lightly licked his piss hole and the underside of his head before rolling my lips over the whole thing and swallowed down his shaft halfway. I sealed my mouth around it and choked his dick. He had the familiar tangy taste and pungent scent that guys had when we got all horned up. I loved that smell.
"Damn... Ssss..." he groaned.
My mouth was like a suction cup working on him. My throat and face muscles were definitely working as I bobbed my head up back and forth. The movement caused his dick to roll around in my mouth. I guided it with my tongue, feeling every time he poked the lining of my cheek, causing it to stretch outward a little. It was sloppy and tangy tasting. His precome leaked out a lot and got mixed up with all the spit swishing around in my mouth.
"Thwoo," I spit, wiped my mouth, and jerked him again for a little while before sucking it again. Slurping and sucking sounds echoed around us. They were a sharp contrast to the leaves blowing around us.
"No, no te detengas. Que mierda se sienta bien," he licked his lips as he put his hand on my head.
"You like that Pa?" I smirked.
"Si Papi, si papi. Sabes lo que haces," he said.
His dick was ready for me again. I kissed the head again and then swallowed. I did know what I was doing. I wasn't an expert by no means, but it wasn't my first time going down. He slid his pants down his thighs. His ass was exposed. I checked behind him 'cause I thought I heard somebody coming up on us. He looked over his shoulder. The wind blew again making the leaves and background noises of the park seem louder than they had been. I held his dick in hand, waiting to see what was up.
"A'ight it's cool," he told me.
"Somebody coming?"
"Nah, they went the other way."
"A'ight."
I ain't have that much experience with guys. I jerked off with one of my friends one time, gave and got head a few times, but that was about as far as it ever went. I thought about it though; that other thing guys do with other guys, but I was still a little iffy about that. It was one thing to slide a dick down my throat, it was another to let a guy fuck me in my ass no matter how much I thought about it. Chuey wasn't the only one who I thought about it with either. Most of homies were fair game. El Criador was on the table too, but if what I heard was true, I would have to work up to taking him. Thinking about it though got me really going on this dude's dick. I sucked that shit hard and deep.
"Aye papá, lame mis bolas, vamos, lame mis bolas por favor," he groaned.
I lifted his dick, buried my face into him, and flicked my tongue around his sack. His balls were like two eggs rolling around in a leather bag on and around my tongue. I took a deep breath. His scent was pungent; manly, the way I imagined the homies from the block smelled when they were worked up and ready to bust in they girls.
"Yo, you got a girl?" I asked him. He smirked a little.
"Only when I ain't around you Pa," he kissed me through the air and smiled. The thought that he was straight and I had his dick in my mouth did it for me. I sucked him harder.
My phone went off suddenly. I ignored it. Nothing was more worth doing than what I was doing. I wasn't about to stop for nobody. Funny thing though... his phone rang. He got it, answered it and was talking to whoever while I was on him, even when I slid my hands up the back of his thighs, under his shirt, to his ass cheeks. He gripped the top of my head to keep me in place as he held his convo. It ain't last long. He hung up, apologized, and smiled.
"It's cool," I licked his balls and shaft. "Your girl?" I teased.
"Does it matter?"
"Nah, not really," I started again on his dick. The more I bobbed, the deeper down on it I went. The tip tapped the back of my throat with every move.
"Maldito chico, tienes la boca perfecta, I'm saying though," he said. "Ssss Papi," he put his other hand on my head. "Let me fuck you," he said. "Let me hit that."
My dick was so hard and continuously leaking precome. I got that feeling like I had to piss. I got off his dick, slid my jeans and boxers down, and started jerking off. My ass was out. He turned me around and stood close behind me. He pushed me to try and get me to bend over, but I put my hands against the tree and looked over my shoulder while jerked off faster.
"I'm about to nut yo," I told him.
"Nah, not yet Pa, let get at you," he said it in my ear. I pushed my head back to him. He licked my ear. "Slow down Pa. Déjame llegar a ti. Déjame meterme en ese culo," he prodded between my ass cheeks and touched his dick head to my hole.
"Yo, yo, yo, chill," I told him.
"Come on Pa, let me put it in just a little," he pressed up on me.
"Mhmm!" I moaned. "Oh shit, I'm 'bout to bust," I groaned. My balls started to hurt, but in that good way when you need to come hard. I needed to come. "Fuck!"
I turned around real quick. He backed up a little as he stroked his dick. The first dribble trickled out of my piss hole in a small spurt, but then after that it just spilled out one creamy spurt after another.
"Maldito papi, dispara esa leche, Pa."
"Mhmm," I groaned.
There was a rustling in the bushes nearby. He was still slowly jerking himself and peaked over his shoulder to where the sound came from. I panicked, pulled up my jeans and bounced as fast as I could with my head down.
"Yo where you going?" I heard this dude say behind me. "Yo!"
I flipped my cap back around and kept going. As soon as I was in the clear, I walked away without looking back until I was far enough away to do so safely. I was freaking out to the point that I left the area without even making sure my underwear was fixed right. My dick was still wet and there was come smeared inside my shorts in a huge wet spot, but I ain't care. I had to get out of there. I walked away real fast even when I was off the nature trails and back on the other side of the park. Los blancos were out more than before with they kids and bikes, a few local kids were playing football in the field along with other neighborhood people. I looked at all of it as I walked away.
I ain't even stop at the bench I was at before. I just left the park, made my way to the train station, and hopped on the train. The whole time I was there, all I could think about was the park. It felt like everybody was looking at me, like they knew what I just got through doing. Every time I made eye contact with somebody, I looked away real quick. I ain't want nobody knowing nothing or figuring shit out from looking at my face. My stomach felt queezy. I was having anxiety. I wanted to get away from everybody. As soon as I hit the corner of the block, the fellas were chilling right there. Chuey was with them.
"Yo man, how you been? I ain't seen you since you got them braids done, where you been at?" He slapped hands with me and pulled me in for a hug. "Yo, you good? You all sweaty and shit."
"Yeah, I'm good. I just came back from hanging with my cousin."
"Oh yeah, we know what that means," Pablo chuckled. "Was she like; sí, sí, más difícil, más difícil, dame más?" He smiled. Chuey glanced at him and back at me.
"Oh, you had that kind of visit, huh?" He slapped my hand again. I just smirked. If he only knew...