"THE RETURN OF ANTONIO"
Part 6
The thought of eating enchilada didn't set well with me. What sounded better, was ice cream. I gulped down enough cum to be having Sanchez twins however, it doesn't work that way.
Antonio walked outside with me, acting as if he really cared. My car was parked in front of the garage edged with bushes and trees. It was somewhat concealed from onlookers, but not hidden. I went to get into the car when Antonio stopped me.
"You seem annoyed. Is everything okay?" he asked.
"Sure – oh fine, this was terrific being with you and Carlos."
"Okay," Antonio replied.
"I like you Johnny." He said to me.
"I like you too, Antonio. I just have to be careful not to like you too much."
"No- no, there is nothing wrong with "too much," we are friends." Antonio replied thinking differently, from what I had in mind.
"I can't think of anything to say."
"You will," Antonio replied, touching me. With Antonio, touching was a big thing. He seldom touched anybody without a reason. He wasn't a "slap on the back" type of pal. During sex was different however, as touching was everywhere.
Antonio pressed me against the car and unzipped my pants. My cock was in his hands and firming up to its normal cucumber size. With his face against my cheek, he said quietly, "Oh baby." He was different, so very different, and constantly surprising me.
A straight dude, plus a cocksucker at the same time, was both the real Antonio. He was on his knees sucking like a new born puppy. I came in his mouth, which dribbled to the ground. We both smelled like cum dumpsters. He stood showing no emotion.
"There was no more touching or kissing, only – "Go home," he said. "I will find you." then walked away and back to the house. He looked around just once and waved.
Driving home, I naturally thought about the last two hours devouring cock and pressed under Sanchez Mexican flesh. "Did I like doing it? – "good Lord – Yes."
I smiled at how everybody was using everybody. I had listened to slut, hungry-whore, fuck-hole, milk, and swallow bitch. It was horny men talking the way some like to do it. I could care less.
What surprised me, was Antonio using the word, "baby," he hated that word, and never used it. Perhaps, I was mistaken, and he said, "maybe, instead of baby." It wasn't worth fretting over. I took a warm bath and went to bed.
Gosh, things end quickly with me, only to continue in a dream. I had dream after dream, about Antonio and Carlos.
I awoke, in the morning, I don't remember the details in the dream, but they must have been really something, with sticky precum on the head of my dick. Imagine being happy!
A few hours earlier, I had an evening bath. However a morning shower was routine, so I did that too, mainly to wake myself up.
With all the thinking I do, in search for answers, I should be a genius. However, a dope is more like it. It's not hard to figure out. I simply think about the wrong things. That can lead to some disturbing results, but you deal with it.
I rubbed a washcloth back and forth between my butt crack, scrubbing a mess that never was there. However, I played with my ass poking a finger in my hole, remembering dark olive looking luscious cocks, raping an alley cat whore, named Johnny.
I soaped my crotch until well lathered. When blended with warm water, calmness for Antonio came over me. I leaned against the shower wall stroking my dick until drops of cock-cum, dripped from me. It mixed with the water around my feet, disappearing down the drain.
Sometimes one has to work to make a dream come true. I'm not saying a silent voice under the splashing of water, is dreaming, but it's dang close to it.
I began thinking with (no women) Antonio and Carlos wanted me for second best. I knew butt-fucking was the hole of choice when pussy wasn't available. However, with the kissing and man touching, I may be entirely wrong. – I was once.
I liked wearing clean clothes, and they felt good from hanging on an outside clothesline. Opening the car door, I found a note on the driver's seat that Antonio had dropped there. It read. "Text me at - Leche4u@- - -.com no name, that was it.
I skipped having breakfast, and just drove to work. "Antonio must like me," I thought – "after all, isn't that the general idea."
I arrived at the Garden Center, as Sal was rolling back the gate. He was always there before the crew came strolling in on time.
Before I got out of the car I sent Antonio a reply to his text. I knew Sal had "hissy fits" with employees on their phones during the day, so I did it first.
Arlene made a huge urn of coffee and Sal tossed down a bag of buttered hard rolls for a morning snack. Cedar Grove was a great place to work with friends steeped in horticulture. I worked alone inventorying landscape shrubs. The three people in landscaping, with me, were in town this morning, finishing up a job.
At the garden center there was no scheduled lunch hour for employees. You simply told the office with a text message, you were going to lunch, and nobody bothered you for the next hour. It was a little irregular, but we were like family, and for us it worked. Sometimes I would bring a sandwich and hang out in the greenhouses; and sometimes I went down the road about three miles, to the Greenway Diner to eat. Today it was the diner.
I sat at the lunch counter next to a man I didn't recognize. He was a black dude in a delivery uniform wearing a black cap with the name "Eddie" scrolled across the front.
"How's the chow, in this place?" he said to me.
"It's good. The service is right there, and it's reasonable. Not cheap, just a lot of food for the money. After all, it's a diner, and you can't beat diner food, in my opinion."
"No, you can't. I agree completely."
I didn't talk further, but sat next to him stirring my coffee. When he turned to talk to me; gaud, he was really something. Dang, here I go again calling men gorgeous like a broken record. Still, one can't argue with what they see. He looked like a young Denzel Washington, which says I don't have to describe him, any further.
His hair stuck out from under his cap around his "Just right" ears for the shape of his head. Dark brown eyes shined like chunks of coal and it felt like he could look right through me. The chocolate brown skin on his face framed a trimmed, mustache and beard keeping with the cool look of the times. On top of that, he was husky, around forty, and bigger than me. Here was one fine brother.
There was much to remember about his face however, I study men like a camera. Then I go on my way, and forget about them.
"I know you, - your Jimmy," he said to me. "I'm Eddie."
"Nope, it's Johnny."
"Close...I knew it started with a J. You work at the Garden Center, and that is my next stop. I delivery for "Dana Transport," and have flats of plants for you today." Eddie concluded.
"Whew! Okay, "I'll be at the dock to unload. My helpers are out on another job, but I can handle it."
"How are you at lifting BIG things?"
"Big, doesn't frighten me," I innocently replied.
"Interesting - How much can you take, - lift?" asked Eddie. "You're too young to get tired," he added.
"I'm thirty." I mumbled proudly.
"Cool, "Thirty is just right. I'll have to see what you've got."
"Think of plants as something that needs doin."
"I'll do that. From you, that's practically an invitation," smiled Eddie.
I quietly thought, - "What the fuck is that supposed to mean?...'
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