Jo and El, pt. 4: Jo and Paco (M/M, mast, oral, anal, WS)
by einhard
PLEASE NOTE: This story is fiction from beginning to end. The characters don't exist, and the things they do, never happened.
Jo was hot. Not horny (well, just a little), but quite simply hot. Mexico in July? Of course it would be hot; he knew that. He also wouldn't have missed it for the world. It was an uncommon arrangement he had, giving a crash course in Maths to two kids (twins) who needed to bump up their school grades, with a view to studying medicine in the USA. Their parents were American diplomats, living in Mexico City. Jo had gotten the job because he was a mathematical whiz kid, with universities back home competing to recruit him. Also, his dad knew somebody who knew somebody, and so on and so forth. So, here he was, teaching the subject he loved and getting paid for it. Not to mention living in luxury. Poverty and squalor could be found not so far away, but the place where he was staying was magnificent.
He sure felt glad he had it all to himself this afternoon. The kids (who were almost his own age, though not overly mature) had been bothersome today; all excited about the weekend trip they were taking. Just as well the whole family would be out of town. Most of the help had also been given the weekend off. Uninterrupted peace and quiet! Wonderful!
The obvious choice was poolside. A parasol, a good supply of Coke and a good book. Bliss!
The heat took its toll, though, and Jo soon found his eyes slipping closed, and he was sleeping. Undisturbed, except for a silent intruder.
Jo woke with a start. What was that sound? Looking around, he saw nothing. Probably just some animal. He let one hand slip down to his crotch, which was covered only in one of those slips which is basically a pouch for a dick and a pair of balls, held up with a single elastic strap around the waist. He liked those; they allowed him to keep his ass uncovered, and they gave him a pronounced bulge in front. Right now, he didn't need any help to show off a bulge, because he was almost fully hard. He got out of the slip, letting his six inches unfold along his stomach. Nice!
Paco was trying to sit completely still. He lived close, which meant he was a rich kid. Being rich was nice, but being nineteen in a neighborhood with no other guys his age really sucked. He wasn't quite sure why he had snuck in to the Americans' property today, but he did have some vague idea of adventure. Maybe stealing something, maybe just sneaking a few laps in the pool, whatever. What he did get, was a nearly naked - correction, now he was seeing a completely naked - white guy stroking his hard meat. Paco didn't dare adjust the throbbing boner inside his own shorts for fear the guy would hear him. He closed his eyes, trying to sigh inaudibly. The next moment, he was staring wide-eyed. The boy was pissing himself! Holding on to his shaft with one hand, he let the yellow jet fly high in the air, landing on his chest and abdomen, where the other hand was spreading it around, and...Wow! The guy was licking his pissy fingers! This time, Paco couldn't help giving a groan.
"Hey! Who's there? I mean Quien eres? Or whatever?!"
Jo was on his feet, crouching, poised for fight. He looked so ludicrous, standing there like that with his cock stabbing the air in front of him, Paco fell over laughing.
Jo ran over to him, grabbed him by the shoulders and threw him down. In a flash, he was sitting astride Paco's chest.
"What the hell are you doing here?" he demanded gruffly. Paco only stared at him, panic in his eyes. Jo reached back to grab hold of Paco's balls. A little torture seemed in order for this scoundrel. As soon as he found his objective and began squeezing, fear seized Paco completely, and his shorts began filling up with moisture. The boy was pissing himself.
"Oh, man, I must have scared you. I...I'm sorry..." began Jo, quickly removing his hand from the intruder's wet shorts. Only then did the nature of the situation strike him: Here he was, completely naked, his still half-hard, piss-shining dick almost in the guy's nose. And his hand covered in the unknown Mexican's urine. He giggled briefly, before evil thoughts entered his head.
"Did you like what you saw, eh, boy?" he said, trying to sound as mean as he could. He reached forward and started stroking his dick, which was beginning to grow again.
"You want some of this, huh?" Paco was still looking straight at him, panic and bewilderment fighting for supremacy on his face. The kid was pretty cute, Jo thought. He pulled Paco's arms close to his sides, pinning them with his legs. Rising just a little, he steered his cockhead towards the boy's mouth.
"Wanna suck on this, punk? Huh?" He slapped it on Paco's cheeks a couple of times. The boy closed his eyes, turning his head to one side to escape from the assault.
"I'm sorry, man. I didn't mean to scare you. I was just horny, and I...you...." Jo, embarrassed now, got to his feet and helped Paco up.
"Listen, I'm sorry. I mean... Oh, God! How do you say "sorry" in Spanish again? Hmm...".
"It is all right. It was my fault. I should not come here like this", Paco croaked out, struggling a bit with his English.
"Hey, you speak English! Oh, good! Listen, I'm sorry...".
"No! You don't need to be sorry. I am sorry. I was looking at you, and you were looking so nice, and I became excited, and..." Paco blushed furiously, bowing his head. Why did he have to say that? Now the American boy would surely beat him.
"I looked nice, huh? What part of me? This part?" Jo was grinning, holding his cock in one hand. Paco nodded. Before he knew he was doing it, his hand was touching the warm piece of flesh. As soon as he realized what was happening, he snatched it back.
"It's okay, man. You can touch it. What's your name?" Jo put both his hands on Paco's shoulders and shook him gently. As Paco looked up, Jo released him, leaving small stains of piss on the fabric of Paco's t-shirt.
"Paco. I mean, my name is Francisco, but everybody call me..."
"I know. They call you Paco. I'm Jo. And as I said, you can touch my dick if you want."
Paco was dying for it. He had played around a bit with some boys from school, and had even sucked off one of them. It was wonderful, but the last time was months ago. Now, Jo had said he could touch, but did he really dare? Keeping his eyes on Jo's all the time, he timidly reached out for the cock that was once more straining skywards. Finally, his hand locked around the shaft. Jo moaned appreciatively as Paco squeezed. The Mexican boy let go and brought his hand up to his nose, sniffing the mixed odors of manly musk, sweat and piss. He stuck his tongue out and licked his palm. A shudder went through his whole body, and he could feel precum start to leak from his own erection.
"Wow!" Jo whispered. Paco smiled at him, slipped off his own shorts and handed them to his new friend.
"Pissy shorts!" Jo was practically squealing as he rubbed the thin fabric against his face, trying to get as much of the acrid fluid inside his mouth, all the while sniffing like a blood-hound in pursuit.
Paco couldn't believe his luck! Not only had he found a friend, but one who liked sex with other boys, and who liked the thing Paco had thought nobody else in the world enjoyed. He hadn't done much piss play besides wetting himself in the bath tub, then immediately cleaning himself off. He wondered how far this Jo was prepared to take things.
He didn't have to wonder very long, because his cock was enveloped by something warm and moist. Jo was on his knees, sucking it. Paco rolled his head back, whimpering quietly. Jo didn't start out carefully, but went directly for a full scale blow job, taking in as much of the shaft as he could and applying lots of suction. His right hand fondled Paco's balls, while the left lightly caressed the Mexican's plump butt. Paco, who'd been excited enough when he left his own house half an hour ago (no privacy to whack off all day), felt his balls rising in their sack and that delightful tightening in his chest and throat that told of an impending and big orgasm. As Jo moved his left hand to the crack between Paco's almost hairless ass cheeks, it all got too much. With a yelp and a shudder, his youthful spunk left him. Jo had moved off just in time, letting the six strong spurts of Hispanic seed drench his face and chin.
"You sure needed that, huh?" he asked, smiling. Paco didn't answer for a minute, just standing there, eyes shut, an almost reverent look on his young face, trying to control his breathing and the shaking of his knees. Jo got up, swiped a blob of slimy goo off his nose and stuck his finger between Paco's lightly parted lips.
Paco coughed and sputtered, taken completely by surprise, then smiled to reassure the cute American.
"I am sorry. I didn't mean to...I was surprised."
"That's cool, man. Come over here and sit down with me." Jo gestured over to the sun bed he'd been sleeping in just minutes ago. And where he'd been pissing his hot body just before Paco interrupted. He had further plans for this sexy dude, but he needed to take it easy if he was going to achieve his objective.
Paco gathered up his shorts from the ground and followed Jo over to the pool, taking off his t-shirt as he walked. Jo got his first chance to take in the whole of Paco. He was darker than average for a Mexican, and Jo suspected he had some African blood in him. He was short, too, with a rounded, soft look to his body. Not an athlete, but not fat or plump, either. He looked very young.
"How old are you, man?" he asked a little anxiously. If it came out he'd been seducing 14 year olds, all hell would be loose."
"I am 19."
"You're shitting me!" Paco looked lost.
"I mean, that can't be true. How old are you really?"
"I do not lie! I am 19 years old."
"Okay, okay. Sorry I sounded so sceptical. It's just that you look so young."
"I know. But it is really true."
Jo smiled reassuringly. "That's okay, man. I believe you. Now, do you wanna try the pool?"
"But, I am...I have..." Paco seemed hesitant.
"You got some piss on you, you mean?" Paco nodded.
"Here. Use this to clean yourself a bit." Jo indicated the water hose lying nearby, and both guys proceeded to rinse off their bodies, before Jo dived in the water, followed more slowly by Paco. They both swam a couple of lengths, or Jo did, since Paco revealed himself as a much better swimmer. As Jo came up after his third length, gasping and sputtering, Paco was quietly and systematically working on his sixth. Jo took a few moments to admire the graceful, fluid motions of the naked boy. Paco, noticing that Jo was just standing there, also stopped and came over to the shallow end, brushing his longish, black hair back from his forehead as he walked trough the water. His limp dick was just breaking the surface, and Jo took in the sight of it in all its glory, remembering the impression it made as he sucked it only minutes earlier. Paco must have noticed the attention he was getting, or maybe he just saw the hard-on Jo was springing, because his own tube started growing.
"Come here, you!" Jo said, smiling, grabbing Paco by his shoulder and pulling him in for a kiss. Paco, astounded, didn't respond at once, but soon he was crushing his lips against those of the American, his hands roaming over Jo's back, then coming to rest on the tight butt.
"Wooo!" Jo pulled back, smiling hugely at the young kid. "That was nice. You sure know how to kiss, man!"
"Thank you. I never did it before."
"You're shitting me!"
This time Paco understood, and in response, he leaned in for another smooch.
"I only did that one time before", he answered, smirking. "And you were there when it happned."
"Well, you sure got a talent, buddy." Jo paused and looked down to the two glistening pricks fencing with each other. Grabbing Paco's boner and squeezing it, he asked:
"How big is that thing?"
"It is a little over 17 centimeters. That is the same as 7 inches. Almost."
"Nice. Longer than mine. I bet it's been inside a few hot man-holes, huh?"
Paco blushed.
"No."
"Never? You never fucked a guy with it? Girls, then?"
"No."
"Do you mean you never had sex with anybody?"
"No! I mean, yes! I have sucked the penis of one boy some times."
Jo's grin grew all across his face.
"You sure need some education, man. Just as well I'm here to teach. Come on, let's go lie down."
The two boys got out of the pool, and Jo quickly brought out a second sunbed. Handing Paco a fresh can of Coke, he lay down, motioning for his friend to lie on the other bed. Soon, they were sipping their drinks in silence, just basking in the warm weather.
"So, you never even had your dick sucked before?" Jo asked.
Paco shook his head.
"And you've never been fucked?"
A blush and another head-shake.
"You don't know what you've been missing."
"Do you have much sex, Jo?"
"Sure. All the time. I only ever did it with two guys back home, but we did it lots." This wasn't entirely true, but it certainly reflected Jo's desires. Memories of being inside El's tight little ass, of Marty's whopper in his own ass, fantasies of Marty and El gettin' it on in his absence, maybe Luke, too. And Mike...
A finger swiped over his dick-head, and Jo trembled just a little. Opening his eyes, he saw Paco sucking on his own finger.
"It is good, Jo."
"Yeah? Drink up your Coke, man, I'll get you another." Jo guzzled down what remained in his can, opened a new one and had half its contents in his stomach within seconds. Paco followed suit, and shortly both guys had downed three cans each.
"This is nice", said Jo in a dreamy kind of voice, his right hand toying idly with his cock and balls, the left stroking his stomach and chest.
"You are right. But I have to, ehm, I must..."
"Hmmm?"
"I really have to piss" Paco said, sounding a little nervous.
"You do? Wait here just a sec!" Jo got to his feet and ran inside the house, leaving a confused Paco to wonder what was going on. In less than a minute, Jo was back, carrying something white and small.
"Here! Put this on!" He tossed Paco a piece of fabric. It was a pair of briefs, and Paco looked as bewildered as ever, but he followed suit when Jo quickly pulled his pair on.
"I think you'll like this" said Jo, stepping behind Paco and moving up really close. He let one hand rest on the Mexican's shoulder, the other on the bulge at the front of the white fabric.
"Now, just relax" whispered Jo.
Paco let his shoulders sag and his breathing slow down. It was nice, standing here like this, with the body of the young northerner warming his back. Suddenly, his eyes opened wide. The stream of heat on his ass, the stuff dripping down his legs, it had to be...
"I'm pissing you, man! I'm pissing us. You like it?" The words hardly registered with Paco. The outrageousness of the whole situation was too much. A virtual stranger was urinating on him! When Jo began to stroke his crotch, it was simply too much, and he fired, drenching the front of the briefs with his fresh spunk, shaking all the while.
"I guess that answers my question", Jo said with a smile after Paco had had a few moments to recover. He slid the briefs down Paco's legs, and the boy obediently stepped out of them.
"I had kinda hoped you'd fuck my ass now, but I guess you're not up to it just yet, huh?" Jo's smile seemed to grow bigger and bigger.
Paco shook himself mentally.
"I would like to fuck you, Jo, but you are right. I cannot do it just yet. Perhaps you will fuck me?" Paco blushed at what he said. He never thought he'd have the courage to utter words like that, but Jo seemed so friendly.
"Nice! My first piece of foreign ass!" giggled Jo.
Four minutes later, as Jo was driving his cock in and out of the hot Mexican orifice, and Paco's strong stream of piss was drenching the pair of them, Jo's own orgasm erupting inside the condom he wore, both boys were convinced things could not get any better.
This story is copyrighted by me, einhard. (c) 2001. All rights reserved.
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