My name is Eric. I am a skinny, 5'8 nerdy white boy. And this is the story of how I came to love the Latin muscle god Jose Canseco.
It's 2010 and I just graduated from ITT tech. It was summer and I had been looking for a job for about two months now. There were so many tech support jobs out there, but they all preferred a couple of years of hands on experience. After two months of not getting any replies I took some creative liberty with my resume. I added one past employment record with a dummy website, even made myself some freelance business cards. It took me all afternoon to make the website for the business, a car wash that had closed down last year.
I had my friend Chris, who had a real deep, stern voice, be the fake manager and put his cell number as a reference. Chris was a burnout and lived at home, so he had all the time in the world. A week later I had my first interview lined up. It was in Santa Monica, working for a start up. I met both of the owners at a cafe. Both of them were in their early 30's, really handsome and professional looking.
Instead of being asked questions about technology I was asked some personal questions What do I do after work, do you like to go clubbing, do you have a gf. Nothing, not really, no... not really into girls. The interview was over soon after that. They said that I wasn't a right fit for the culture of the company. My first interview ended in complete and utter failure. I left the cafe and wandered around. I paid for an hour of street parking and had only been 10 minutes in the cafe so I wanted to make the most of it.
I decided to go to Whole Foods and maybe buy a drink. I was at the beverage aisle when I heard a man's voice an aisle behind scream at his phone.
Ahh shit! Stupid app! Not again! ?Fucking phone!
I walked around to the other side and saw this huge 6'4 guy in a tank top and board shorts fiddling with his phone.
Oh great, now you're fucking frozen!
My heart was racing; I'm sure my face was beginning to redden but I mustered up some courage and walked over to him.
"Um... Are you having phone problems, Sir?" I asked.
He turned to me and looked me over.
"I am. Hey! Are you one of the Geek Squad guys?" His face went form flustered to kind of relieved. I wasn't geek squad but I wasn't about to disappoint him.
"Yes I am! Eric here." I extended my hand. "What seems to be the problem?"
He shook my hand. My got his hands were so big!
"Jose." He said. "I'm trying to submit some paperwork that needs to happen ASAP. And my phone doesn't want to send it." He handed me his phone.
We worked together for a few minutes. I force rebooted his phone, converted his work doc to a PDF, reduced the size with an app I helped him download and we submitted his document. He stared at me and smiled.
"Holy shit that was fast!" His phone buzzed. "Application confirmed complete. Fuck yeah!!!" He extended his hand again and we shook hands, his handshake was even firmer this time. I winced. "Oh sorry about that buddy. I mean Eric! You're seriously a lifesaver man!"
His phone started to get a phone call.
"Ah shit I have to take this." The stud said. I began to frantically look through my wallet. I pulled out my business card and gave it to him.
"If you ever need any tech help let me know!" I gave him a dorky smile.
"Thanks man!" He turned around, took his call, and walked away.
I walked back to the beverage aisle, picked up an organic coke and smiled.
I arrived back home to my single apartment. It was a dark shoebox of an apartment but it got the job done. It was all I could afford with the graduation money my friends and family had given me. I tossed myself on the bed and thought about the big stud I had just met. He's never going to contact me. I thought to myself as I closed my eyes and fell asleep.
I woke up a few hours later to the sound of my phone buzzing. I reached around in the dark room for the light switch. I picked up my phone and had a text from an unknown number.
J -Hey Eric it's Jose. Wanted to ask which Geek Squad you work at so I could drop by and give you something for the help you gave me.
I looked at my phone for a while and decided to fess up.
E- Hey Jose, I actually don't work for the Geek Squad. I'm unemployed right now.
J -Ah I see. So does that mean you have time to come help me out with some other computer issues I have? I'll pay for your time of course. 50 an hour sound fair?
E- Yeah that sounds great! Want to work at a Starbucks or something?
J- Not really, just come to my place man. It's in Manhattan Beach. Tomorrow at 10:30 good for you?
E- Yes!
I could hardly sleep that night. I woke up early the next day, made some coffee and sorted my tech equipment. I decided to wear some slacks and a grey polo shirt. I drove out to Manhattan and found his place, the gorgeous three-story home with American and Cuban flags out front.
I rang the doorbell. I wasn't ready for what was behind. Jose opened the door and was shirtless. His hair was tousled and he only had on black briefs. There was a considerable bulge in the front of the black briefs. He wasn't toned, he was beefy and solid. I felt like I was going to faint for a second.
"Is this a bad time? I can com back?" I said, already stepping back.
"No man, I was just sunbathing on my deck. Ladies love the tan." He stepped aside, "Come on in Bud." He led us to the second floor, The view from behind as we walked up the stairs was making my heart race. His huge muscular ass bulged and bounced as he took each step. I started to get hard; hopefully he wouldn't notice my 4 inch erection.
His home was really nice on the inside, sporty, but classy. There was a huge 70" TV in the living room and trophies all over. Some places in the house looked really empty, like someone had just moved out.
"Go ahead and sit at that table." I sat down quickly to conceal my boner. "Can I get you anything? He asked from the kitchen as I heard a can open and fizz.
"Some water would be nice." I replied as I set my things on the table. He returned with a Perrier and I tried my hardest not to stare at his stunning body.
"Thank you."
"Make yourself comfortable while I put some clothes on." He went upstairs for a few minutes and came back wearing some shorts and a white V-neck. He brought down his laptop as well.
"I just bought this thing a few months ago and already it's turned into crap." He placed a huge 17" Lenovo computer adorned with shiny stickers detailing it's expensive components.
I started to run some diagnostics and I tried to delete an app. I had him type in his password to delete the app. It asked for a password so frequently Jose just got sick of it and just wrote his password down for me. Bas3ballz.
"Wow you're really into baseball." I said, playful but serious.
He looked at me and narrowed his brow. "You really don't know who I am do you?"
"Um no? sorry." I replied, turning red.
"No wonder you didn't ask for an autograph when we met!" He let out a laugh. "I'm Jose Canseco, kid. Former MLB player. I'm sure your dad would probably know me." He laughed again. "This is actually pretty cool, I'm used to people using me because I'm famous, prefer working with guys who wont be asking about baseball every two seconds. I need a break from all of that sometimes too"
I just smiled and went back to work. An hour later after my tinkering I had Jose check his laptop again. It was running much better.
"It's really hot today, could I have another water?"
"Yeah man." He went to the kitchen and got a water. "Hot weather is perfect tanning weather. But you wouldn't know anything about that would you?" He gave me a sly grin. I blushed.
"Ha! I'm only teasing you. Would you like to try it out? We finished at the perfect time. It's noon and the Sun is perfect right now."
"Um I'm not sure? I've never ?"
"That's the perfect reason to do it! No c'mon, leave all that shit down here and lets go up to my balcony."
We went up the balcony and I was surprised by how beautiful the view was. Jose's three-story place towered over the neighbors, it was very private. There were two lounging chairs, some towels, and a table with some oils and lotion.
"Take off your clothes and use that lotion over there. Use as much as you'd like that stuff is the best." Jose took off his shirt. "Ah shit forgot my phone."
While he went downstairs I stripped down to my boxers, I lotioned my chest shoulders, legs. I started to feel comfortable. I reclined back and enjoyed the sun.
Jose returned. He placed his phone on the table and stripped off his shorts. I nearly choked when I saw him strip off his briefs as well off the corner of my eye.
"I don't like tan lines, hope you don't mind Bud."
"No I don't mind." I heard Jose chuckle and murmur something. I was too afraid to sneak a look at the naked jock.
Some time went on and I felt myself falling asleep. I was suddenly awoken by some loud and deep snores. My heart began racing again. I leaned up and looked over to the naked bronze god. I honestly felt like I was dreaming because he looked perfect. His big chest was raising and falling with every breath/snore. His whole muscular body looked like it was made of bronze; it glistened so majestically under the sun. But what really took my breath away was the fat, hard piece of meat sticking up proudly into the air. It must have been over 8 inches easily! I was so transfixed by the throbbing cock I didn't realize Jose had woken up and caught me ogling.
"You just going to stare at it all day or are you going to suck it?"
"You knew I was?gay?"
"Yeah bud, from the moment we met. I could tell by how you looked at me. There were lots of gays in the locker room. I consider myself Bi, just don't go announcing that."? "Now come over here and suck on my big fat cock."
I walked over to where he was lounging. He spread his legs wider, giving me access. I knelt down and started to suck on the head. His cock was easily the biggest cock I've ever sucked. As soon as my shyness went away, my inner cock-slut came out. I began kissing, licking, worshipping Jose's Cuban manhood. I knew I was doing a good job because Jose started moaning and thrusting his hips. He grabbed onto the back of my head and started to skull-fuck me. I could feel his thick cock completely plug up my throat. His cock beat-up my tonsils. I was moaning like a little slut, whimpering, trying to be a good faggot.
"That's it baby? Just like that!" He continued his assault on my throat when he suddenly stood up. He grabbed the back of my head and shoved me firmly against his pelvis; he impaled me on his cock. I could feel his manhood throb even bigger as he shot his load down my throat. The jock moaned and bucked. His orgasm felt like it lasted for a whole minute, I was afraid I was going to pass out from lack of oxygen. He finally stopped cumming and pulled his cock out of my mouth. Some more cum dribbled out of the fat cock and I lapped it all up, savoring the taste.
"Come here man" He grabbed my hand and lifted me up to my feet. I was shocked when he leaned down and kissed me. He swirled his tongue all around my mouth. His lips felt so good! Latinos are the best kissers! He pulled away, his chin coated with cum now too.
"Jose?I"
"Shhh shhh shhh." He placed a big finger over my lips.
He got on his knees and pulled my boxers down. I was worried he was going to laugh at my 4 inch cock but he just took in in his mouth and started sucking. He sucked my cock like he kissed; passionately! It felt so good, it all felt so unreal. In no time I was quivering and shaking. I shot my load into his mouth. The amount of cum I shot paled in comparison to the Cuban god. He stood up and kissed me again. The taste of our cum together was heavenly. He pulled me into his big strong arms.
"Let's schedule another appointment for next week? After we hit the showers!" Jose said with a chuckle.
End of Part 1
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-Eric