"THE RETURN OF ANTONIO"
Part 5
Next to the kitchen, sparsely furnished, was the living room. Against the wall, on the floor, were several pillows leaning against the wall. It didn't take a genius to figure this out.
A large screen TV against the opposite wall, told me this is where they watched TV. They had a sofa and chairs arriving in two days, from Carlos former house, where he lived when married. None of that information was necessary to talk about, so we didn't.
In the living room, Antonio and Carlos dropped their underwear standing naked like Spanish Conquistadors. It sounds corny, but you had to see it. If I had to choose just one, it would be nearly impossible. Antonio was superior, as far as I was concerned. However, I didn't have to choose, I had them both.
On the menu were two hard dark olive bodies, long Latino cocks, bushy black hairy crotches, with plump balls, filled with juice, waiting for me to get on with it. - End of subject!
There was a heap of masculinity to handle, yet I was going to do it, starting right now. They sat down on the floor, and leaned against the pillows with their legs spread.
"Okay Johnny, get over here and show Carlos what you've got. Blow his fuckin mind. Remember bitch, do us both to get two loads."
I wish I could say my breathing increased and I was nervous, but that is crazy. I was too horned up, to be nervous, besides, gay hunger started to kick in.
There I was between two men, hotter than "Porn-Star Photography. I sat between them with one hand on Antonio's dick, and the other holding Carlos. It felt rather normal to me. I had been down this road before; but nothing better than this.
I knew I couldn't remain silent for much longer, I had to say something and, so I did...
"This is some heavy equipment you've got here boys," doing my pointless Mae West imitation. They had no idea what I was saying, so I stopped the girly nonsense, and concentrated on a cock snack. This will be no effort at all.
"Okay Johnny, use your big boy mouth," whispered Carlos pushing closer, inviting me to get some supper.
I liked hearing the way Carlos talked. He was more creative with smut than his brother. Antonio only had to mumble a few words to push my buttons. Words such as Hunger, milk, and supper, were excellent choices and worked every time. Whew, fun for the feeble minded.
Carlos seemed the most anxious to get lips around his cock. He was ready, and, I mean ready. I took him first dropping my mouth over his dick. I plunged deeply on to his meat swallowing quickly until my nose hit his pubic fur. He gasped letting out a surprised breath of air mumbling, "Oh shit." I stayed like that only a second or two. I couldn't breathe. Sliding back up to where it felt comfortable, I was fine, for the next few minutes.
I sucked Carlos firmly, wet and slippery using good ole Johnny tongue action. Carlos, was a delicious package, stirring my need to crotch eat both front and back of a real man.
"Okay, he's had enough," said Antonio who had been watching me. "Suck my cock," was all he said pulling me (gently) away from his brother.
I needed no encouragement to swallow Antonio. He was more exciting to me, than Carlos, which is saying a lot. Carlos was that good, but not as caring as Antonio. However, he liked dirty sex, so who cared about politeness. This wasn't lunch with the pope.
I cuddled next to Antonio effortlessly taking his warm rod into my mouth. He was gentle, running his fingers through my hair and mumbling in Spanish like I heard many times in the past. I moved eagerly getting my head under his balls going for the hot butt that I knew was just a breath away.
My well-planned action didn't last all that long because Carlos, pushed into me saying – "C'mon Johnny, the deal was you would be our whore.
"At ease Carlos, I'm with Antonio, - your next."
"Never mind him, suck this cock, Antonio can wait." His dick went back into my mouth. I should have posted ground rules. - "Holy fuck boys, take a number."
I was sucking Carlos once more, and Antonio had his arms around his brother kissing him. Carlos went down on Antonio sucking his cock. Holy Moly – that is my job, so I said, "only for a little while, I get the cum."
Hum, I thought, "Carlos is acting queer, and supposed to be a straight dude. I don't think so, everybody is getting into the act."
Antonio watched. - "I like seeing my brother's cock in somebody else's mouth, besides mine," Both brothers were leaking and I thought that my butt would be next. Dang, I was right!
Carlos stretched me over a pile of pillows and fingered my ass. "Fucking nice hole," said Carlos, slapping my ass, then spitting in my crack pushing his finger in and out of me, picking up speed.
"I'm fucking this whore, and I am going first," Carlos said almost demanding. There was the (whore) word again. I kept going from buddy, to slut, but I didn't care what they said.
"His name is Johnny, you don't need to keep calling him a whore," said Antonio, even though we are just playing,"
"Okay, I though Johnny liked it," Carlos replied.
I didn't care one way or the other. I wanted these two studs, and being proper was not a consideration. The taking went back to fucking Johnny, and that was much better. It sounded hot.
My hole was wet but tight. Carlos went first holding me, as if he cared, fucking and getting close, then he pulled out.
Get in there brother" said Carlos turning me over to Antonio. "I have Johnny wet." "Fuck the bitch," said Carlos. Antonio mounted me plunging his cock (bigger than Carlos) deep inside me.
Antonio slid inside me like a torpedo hitting both sides sinking deep to the bottom. His eyes would open wide each time, and I moaned when he squeeze my flesh someplace with his hands.
Antonio fucked with passion, then Carlos would take over and fuck like an animal, giving me back again to Antonio. These brothers were not kidding. They kept going back and forth building up for a flooding orgasm.
"Fuck, I am close," mumbled Carlos wanting to dump inside me.
"No" don't get off that way, stammered Antonio to his brother. Johnny wants to drink the milk. Feed him, and I'll do it next.
My head was hanging off the pillow and Carlos said," Open up Johnny. He put his cock, wet from my ass, on to my tongue, and cum, that he called milk, flowed from the tip of his cock running down my throat. I gulped and swallowed. It was good.
"You've got more coming" Antonio said, putting his cock between my lips. It was not on my tongue as Carlos did. It was in the back of my mouth. My lips closed around Antonio, and I could taste the nectar from his bubbling balls. Nourishment was on its way. Yuck, what an obscene description, although accurate, for Latino milk.
Antonio was still the best, and easy to love, but that would never happen. We used each other strictly for selfish needs. I am not dumb enough to get starry-eyed. Antonio was my friend only for sex. Yes, dirty sex, you bet, but for us it worked.
"You did a heap of swallowing," Carlos commented, being calm and back to being his polite self. "Don't know how you can take it." He said to me.
"I don't consider myself gay," continued Carlos, but, one time, a dude shoot cum in my mouth. Dang, I can't swallow that slimy shit. It takes a real queer, cock crazy enough to swallow.
Another time, my brother, Antonio, came in my mouth, and that's fucked up. Sneaky bastard, I said, "don't cum in my mouth and he did it anyway. I didn't like it. The women fuck me and then leave, so I ain't got what it takes, to keep anybody, - just sayin, women are nothing but tramps.
"I'm getting cleaned up, and putting supper on the table. "You are staying? – Right?" continued Carlos.
"No, I'll be heading out. I'm too full of Mexican cum juice. I don't need any supper."
"Full of milk, huh?"
"Oh yeah, you got that right."
"All things considered, you do suck a mean cock," complimented Carlos, giving me a reason to smile.
"Do you feel like agreeing with me," Carlos asked.
"Maybe you're right – maybe so, I'll think on it.
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