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Solamente El Fiel By the illiterati
I had just come from the province and Steven was texting me like crazy, asking me where I was. I groaned, I was still with my dad. He was giving me mild threats that he might not come over for Christmas dinner anymore. "God that prick!" I thought.
The previous month I had spent reeling from my financial woes, November 6th I pawned my gold necklace with a crucifix pendant to treat Steven out for our 3rd Anniversary the following day. On the 13th, I brought him to a fancy Japanese restaurant for lunch, three blue roses and surprised him when he pointed out to me the pair of leather shoes that he was eyeing to blow his next paycheck on by buying the shoes for him on the spot. The rest of the money went to a small dinner and a suite at a local motel. What did he give me? He had sex with me twice.
That guy was pissing me off and I felt so drained. I scrimped a bit and bought him the new CD of his favorite female artist. I really didn't want to give him this gift, like as if he didn't deserve it. But anyway I still did, cause he's my love.
Well I snapped back from my flashback and found myself in my dad's Camry as he drove up to our street. I kissed his hand, asking for his blessing as it was customary here to greet an elder, whether you were coming or going. In this case I was going and I absent-mindedly clutched my neck feeling for my necklace.
Shit, i just remembered, I didn't have it. My mom was looking for it this morning, I had to fib that I didn't want to wear, when I did. I just wasn't there. Note to self, borrow money from Alex to pay back what I owe the pawnshop. I collapsed on my bed, still groggy from the heavy dinner and lunch. I grabbed the phone and automatically dialled my lover's number.
"Hey there." I said.
"Why'd you take so long?"
"Sorry, I had to deal with family traditions."
"Well, will I still come over there?"
"If you want to."
"Well you seem to want me too."
"And why not? Did you have anything else planned."
"No, why?"
"Cause last year you told me you were going to your aunt's house down south. Good thing Marge didn't know and said the two of you went bar hopping in the gay district."
"So do I come over?"
"Yes, but why did you lie to me then?"
"Nothing, I wanted to."
"Well, that's good."
"Look let's not fight, it's Christmas. Do I still come over or what?"
"Sure."
"Good, bye"
"Sure, bye"
"Love you"
"Love you too."
An hour later, my cellphone rang. It was him and he was waiting outside my house. I went out to our gate and peeked.
"You do realize we have a doorbell."
"I didn't want your mom to open the door."
What a wimp, I mumbled to myself and I yanked him inside and announced his arrival to my mom. They were nice to each other and I brought him to the smorgasbord of Honey-Baked ham my aunt brought over from LA, lengua, mechado, edam cheese, regular Christmas ham with pineapple glaze, pot roast and leche flan, fruit salad and a bowl of fresh fruit waiting to be picked up.
Dinner in my household was good as usual. And we headed outside to smoke. Small talk ensued before we headed to my room to soak in the coolness of the air conditioner. Unfortunately my room was filled with irritating little children, a couple of which were my godchildren, playing with my videogame collection. I gave my younger and only brother a stern look, which told him to sort out the mess he had initiated. He had retreated to my room to play games and avoid the deluge of relatives, the children spotted him and followed him.
Steven and I retreated to the warmer comforts or should I say discomforts of my old room, which has become a storage room for old toys, clothes and things my mom bought from garage sales in the US only to be resold here in her own garage sale. We lay in bed together, holding hands and it wasn't long before Steven wanted to go home.
"What?" I sputtered, "It's only 9:30"
"Well I'm tired and I don't feel well."
I have him a funny look, he wouldn't look at me.
Well, there was no sense in arguing with him. I told my mom that I needed to borrow the car to bring Steven home. "Unfortunately she had lent the car to her friend and the only vehicle was her "new" van, her toy. It wasn't really new, it was 2nd hand, but the point is, she doesn't trust me with it.
I told her that I was going to hail a cab so Steven and I can go to Starbucks near his place instead. To this she agreed and again I was pretty glad that things were starting to look up.
When I told him the plan, it was Steven's turn to sputter. Apparently he didn't like the idea of me riding home with him and even if it meant just getting a hug and kiss from him. His sputtering soon metamorphosized into fuming anger or irritation. I didn't pay attention to him and when we were finally able to hail a cab, I jumped in it with him.
The trip to his house was tense and quiet. Neither of us looked at each other or spoke a peep. The only sounds were that of the driver humming to the Christmas dance music of the station he was listening to and the rattle and purr of his old Toyota Corolla. This was punctuated with Steven's occasional dictation of the directions to his house.
When we got to his place, we silently entered his house, past his pudgy cream colored German Shepherd-mongrel hybrid and past his parent's room. He changed into his tank top and shorts while I lay in bed with him. We stayed in bed together, stiff and silent. The only light was the small bedside reading light and his lit Marlboro Reds. Thirty minutes later, I knew nothing was hoping to happen, sexually or otherwise.
"I'm leaving." I said as I got up.
I opened the door to his room and as fast and as silently as i could, I went out their backdoor. He followed behind me. Outside their house, taxis were a rarity at that time of the night so I walked a couple of blocks up to the mainroad. When finally caught up with me, he stood beside me, avoiding my glances.
"If you hadn't tagged along, i wouldn't have to do this" he venomously said.
I shot him an icy look and then immediately looked away. Ten minutes creeped by before a cab stopped to pick me up. Before I got in, I whispered to him, "All I wanted was a hug and a kiss from you. Thanks a lot. Merry Christmas."
I didn't look back.
I wanted to scream, cry and hit something hard all at the same time. But good thing I wasn't out of my wits at the point and kept my cool, lest I freak out the driver. I then told the driver that I changed my mind. I wasn't going back to suburbs, I told him to bring me to a seedier part of the metropolis.
This place was an old major boulevard, but at that point construction on the new train system had begun and shrouded the nightlife of the area even more. The area didn't really have a nightlife of the regular kind. It had a massage parlor.
I asked the cab to stop right in front of the not so fine establishment. Masseurs dressed in their finest clubbing clothes were bumming outside the smoked mirror dorrs. When they saw me, they immediately went inside the parlor. I entered the mirrored glass door and was greeted with a small, dark and dank reception area. The manager greeted me and informed of their rates. $50 for a massage and a cubicle, anything beyond that is between me and the masseur.
The masseurs, well they were behind this one way mirror, which is called the aquarium. Like in a Chinese restaurant, you see the fish before you have em cooked, here it's the same vicious, cruel and practical system. The masseurs, ty didn't look like much. Some looked bored, some were watching tv, others were clearly trying to catch my attention.
I had my eyes on some one who has fair skinned, tall, clean-cut and hairy. I don't know what got into me, but the there was this one guy, who stood out among the rest. He was quite dark, darker than i was at least, tall enough, but still shorter than me, muscular, tattooed and not that hairy. I inquired about him and the manager said he was no good cause he just finished servicing a customer. But something about him called out to me and against to what I thought was my better judgment, I picked him.
He brought me up to my cubicle. The place was seedier than I thought, their laundry was hung up to dry at the back and the stairs were wooden, narrow and rickety. The ambiance had the approximate appeal of a morgue.
Inside the small cubicle, a singular red light bulb served as our only light and I undressed. He did so too, but only to his underwear, where I was buck-naked. I lay face down on the hard, barely cushioned wooden bed as he began working on my feet. He gave me a hard massage, which I didn't enjoy much as he squeezed my calves too much and my thighs turned red. what I did enjoy was when he started running his fingers in my ass. He did it ever so slowly as his fingertips slowly and delicately grazed my asshole.
I started to moan, he tried to enter my ass with his finger, which shocked me a bit and I told him not to. He took that as a sign that I didn't like his actions on my ass and proceeded with hard massage on my knotted back. Now that was fucking good! Cold lumps of knotted muscle relaxed under his hands and I lost myself in his hands.
He asked me to turn over and I did. My cock was slightly hard at this point and did not hide it from him. He started by rubbing his hands in my inner-thigh, a sensitive spot of mine. Then without much ceremony he grabbed my balls, or my ball rather. I'm sure he was taken aback by the absence of my left testicle, but he was gracious enough not to react. He massaged my testicle a bit and lunged at my then roaring hard cock.
It was damn good blow-job, if an insincere one. It was different from Steven's blowjobs. This was raw and even brutal. He was doing it so well that I almost came. I pulled his head up and told him to stop. I was about to cum, and my nipples and ears hadn't even seen some tongue and biting action from this guy. It was customary for these guys to give handjobs and what they called "romansa" or romance which refers to giving affections with their tongues. If you're lucky and go to the right place, you caan get a blowjob.
He looked at me bewildered.
I whispered to him "Is that the only thing you can do?"
He shook his head.
"Then show me what else you can do." I said as I stretched my hands behind my head, exposing my not very hairy armpits and expecting him to go down on my nipples big time.
Instead he went down, really went down.
Next thing I knew was that he had climbed into bed with me and was bringing down his ass on my cock. Shocked as I was, I didn't stop him. He guided my cock into his hole and lubed it with his other. It took a bit more pressure, but I entered him easily. I guided him up and down on my cock. Up and down he went, I'm not sure if this was customary, because these guys usually do the fucking and not the other way around (not that I'd like him to fuck me).
Before I knew it, I was immensely enjoying giving him a ride. Man, i thought, this is too good to be true. In the flurry of these emotions and carnal sensations, I writhed, lost in worldly pleasures. Too good, I hadn't fucked an ass in a long time. Too long a time of Steven fucking me senseless. His dick in mine hardly filled my soul, just as I wasn't filling this man's ass with own. It's just a barter, he needed to live, I needed to let somebody receive the brunt of my lashing id. My cock, slick with cheap watered down lotion, slurped in and out in a pulse that gave this man no pleasure that gave me mine. He rolled his fingers around my nipples. Lightly teasing them, making me feel loved, just for these moments.
Too long a time, wasn't long before I was cumming inside the walls of his ass.
He winced as my semi-hard cock, plopped out of his moist ass.
"Sir, it hurts, let me wash up first." he said as he dashed behind the curtain of the cubicle, wearing nothing bit his underwear and a towel.
I was dazed and lightheaded. I was still horny. When he came back I paid him a lot more that what I agreed to pay him and went home via taxi.
I checked my cellphone. Steven had tried to call me three times and left two text messages. First of which was asking me if I was already home. Second of which was telling me to call him when I did get home and to take care.
When I got home, I did return his calls. He told me he was sorry. Sort of liked his tone, but still I told him that I was tired. I put down the phone and thought about that hot trick I just had and blew another load of cum in my shorts.
Damn, you're such a horny retard, I told myself and slowly fell into my sleep.
The following morning Steven left another message on my phone:
"Hon, even if I'm like this, I love you! kiss!"
A tinge of guilt nipped into my conscience. I sighed to myself.
I just don't know. I just don't know....
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