The Spermarche Age - Chapter 1

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The Spermarche Age - Chapter 1

The Green Hoodie

Colorful pieces of fabric float on the ocean's surface under the yellow light of dawn. They follow the trail of a fishing boat whose loud diesel engine roars with a painful buzz as the old vessel slowly makes its way towards the high seas.

On the boat's deck, two figures dressed in orange foul weather jackets yell and argue with one another as they work in circles around their latest catch hanging under the hook of the boat's main gantry.

"I'm not going to lie to the Boss!" one of the figures, a thin woman with braided hair, yells out loud. Her voice strained not so much due to anger, but for having to compensate for the engine noise "She's going to be even more pissed by the lie than by what you did!"

She bends to collect more pieces of cloth from the floor which she rolls into a ball and throws overboard. She then takes a step sideways and with her Bowie knife, slices the clothes of the next preteen boy hanging by the wrists under the gantry. His head is covered with a sack of golden fabric tied around his neck that balloons each time he lets out another muffled complaint against his mouth gag.

"For the last time, I did nothing!" the second figure, a muscular woman with a buzz cut, yells back as she cuts the shoelaces of another captured boy, his head also covered with a golden sack "If anything I saved our asses! Imagine what would have happened if they uploaded the video!"

She removes the dirty tennis shoe from the boy’s foot and throws it overboard, causing the owner to let out another round of muffled yells. His murmurs join the chorus of muted complaints by the other four boys also struggling behind him.

The woman with braids growls in frustration as she finishes slicing the hole-riddled t-shirt of the next boy, leaving him wearing only his white undies. He squirms and tries to fight back throwing blind kicks in the air which the woman easily dodges. He eventually stops once he, like the rest of the kids, is forced to support his weight on his tiptoes. His arms are pulled taught by zip ties holding his wrists together, connected to a web of ropes and hooks radiating from under the gantry.

"You dumb-ass! That's exactly my point!" the woman with braids yells, throwing the remains of the boy’s shirt off the boat "A grainy video taken by some kids without context is much more likely to be ignored by police than triggering an effing Amber alert just as we depart!"

"For fucks sake! What was I supposed to do!? Shoot him!?" the muscular woman thunders, throwing the boy’s other shoe far out the ocean. The five kids shut up immediately, recoiling in fear.

The woman with braids shakes her head in disappointment, slices the boy's undies and throws them away. She turns his now nude, hairless body around to make sure he’s completely free from clothing and moves sideways to undress the next one.

"If that meant preventing the Feds from knowing when and where our boat departed, then YES! Shoot the darn drone!" she motions with her knife at the dilapidated vessel around them "This ain’t no hydrofoil! We ain’t smuggling nanos inside pineapples anymore! The only reason we can operate out in the open like this is for no one to think there's anything remarkable about THIS boat!" she taps her forehead with a finger, then points at the sky "There's still some satellites up there you know!? Imagine what would the Boss DO once they start pointing their cameras at us!"

The muscular woman rolls her eyes and turns around the trembling boy she just finished undressing. She confirms he’s completely naked and moves on to the next one.

"Please! Spare me the lecture! No Amber alerts were triggered, their parents probably haven't even noticed they're gone yet! We'll be fine!" she yells with an emphasis on ‘fine’, then waves her hand around, dismissing the topic "You're overreacting as always! The Boss may hate lies, but she hates when people waste her time even more! Nothing happened, so there’s nothing to report."

The woman with braids raises her arms in exasperation, giving up on their discussion. Her partner smirks and motions at the squirming group of pubescent boys in various stages of undress between them.

“But hey! Look at the bright side! We finally got five! Now you'll get that darn bonus you wanted so much…!"

The other woman sighs and shakes her head as she starts to undress the next preteen, one that hasn't fought against his restraints like the rest and just hangs motionless by the wrists. She cuts his white t-shirt with a faded NASA logo on the front into ribbons and discovers that that’s all it took to leave him completely nude. She smiles and takes a step back.

"Hey look! This one had nothing underneath!"

"Ha-ha, another one!?" The muscular woman says with a laugh "I love this latest fashion trend. Makes our jobs so much easier!"

She steps in front of the last boy yet to be undressed, one that squirms and fights a bit harder than the rest. She holds him steady with one hand while with the other she presses her knife on the edge of his green hoodie.

She stops.

"Oh geez, I love this hoodie! And it's so large too! I bet my oldest would be able to wear it, she would look SO cute in it!” says the muscular woman with a big smile as she stretches the fabric, admiring the artwork on the front of the hoodie “Girl… the Boss should allow us to bring cameras during these missions again, I need to take a picture of this. You know how much my daughter loves these old Nintendo games…"

The woman with braids walks around the struggling boys to look at the hoodie. She raises an eyebrow and nods approvingly, then pats the back of her partner.

"Yeah, she’ll be able to wear it when visiting you in jail!" she laughs, the muscular woman rolls her eyes "Come on, stop worrying about finding your girl the ‘perfect’ birthday gift and just buy her whatever the bots suggest. They know her better than you anyway...” she slides her Bowie knife back into its sheath “We should hurry anyway, we still got to check them for implants and tracking devices, and I have a feeling these drones’ assholes are tight!" she slaps the butt of the closest nude boy who squirms "Now where the hell I left the Vaseline...?"

She looks around the deck scratching her head, then goes below deck leaving the muscular woman alone with the tied group of boys.

She stares for another minute at the magnificent image on the boy's hoodie as if trying to memorize it, then lets out a pained sigh and presses her knife on the fabric again.

She stops, turns the struggling boy around so he's standing facing away from her, and starts slicing the soft cloth, causing even more muffled yells by the boy who flinches and fights against his restraints as he's forcibly undressed, to no avail.

The muscular woman rolls the green ribbons into a ball and throws it overboard with an aching expression. Thankfully for her, just like the boy with the white NASA shirt, this last one wasn’t wearing anything below as well and now stands fully nude facing away from her.

She stores her knife, takes a breath, and puts her hands around his smooth body to turn him back around.

"At least you didn't wear any more cool stuff undern... SHIT!!!"

She jumps back, eyes bulging. Stares in frozen shock at the naked kid. Her face slowly transitions from confusion to horrific understanding.

"G-guys!?" she yells "We have a problem!!!"

***

The diesel engine gurgles and hisses and comes to a full stop. The old fishing boat rocks back and forth in near silence, swayed gently by the warm morning breeze.

The cabin’s door flings open, two women dressed in blue foul weather jackets step out. They join the first two dressed in orange on the deck.

The four adults stand silent in a semicircle around the five nude preteens still struggling against their restraints, their immature bodies shining from a sheen of sweat by their prolonged efforts and raising temperature.

"Okay, now the Boss is going to be pissed..." the woman with braids murmurs.

The four women put their hands on their heads and their mouths, in disbelief at the size of the mess they got into. One by one they exchange panicked looks, a silent conversation of stares and raised eyebrows follows.

The muscular woman finally steps in front of the group and takes command of the situation.

"We still got water jugs?"

"Uh? N-no…” says one of the women in blue “We used the last one when we dropped the ballast.”

"Shit…” hisses the muscular woman. She presses her hands on her head trying to think “Okay, we'll have to improvise," she points at one of the women in blue “Turn us around back to land. And when the mothership calls to ask why we’re changing course, tell them we got solid intel from these drones about the location of more like them and we’re going to investigate… Yes, I know it’s a flimsy excuse! Just stall them as much as you can!” she points at the other woman in blue "Go to the mess hall and bring ALL the plastic trash you can find," lastly, she points at the woman with braids "Bring rope and duct tape, anything to tie them together!”

The women glance at each other and nod, already figuring out what the plan is. They turn on their heels to get started but then the muscular woman taps her forehead when she remembers something.

“Shit, wait! Before you go!" they stop in their tracks "Do any of you brought a screen? Glasses? Phone? Anything that we can use to play the video the Boss always used? You know the one I mean, from before The Incredible Hunk showed up and became the Boss’s pet and changed the whole procedure."

The women exchange looks and shake their heads, but then the woman with braids squeaks and taps her pockets in a rush. She produces an old iPhone 15 from one of them.

The muscular woman drops her shoulders in relief and grabs the tiny device. The women in blue stare in shock at the woman with braids.

"I-I confiscated it from the latest batch.” she explains raising her palms “I was going to throw it away. I swear!"

The muscular woman turns the phone around and presses buttons until the screen turns on, she nods to her crewmates. They nod back and scramble around the boat to get going, running with the characteristic panic of employees trying to save their asses.

"Oh God, I hope this works..." the muscular woman murmurs as she types on the smartphone with clumsy finger taps, unfamiliar with the tiny keyboard.

Once the video starts to download, she glances back at the nude kids and groans in despair. It's still there, it's still happening.

The boat’s engine coughs and gurgles, coming back to life.

First One of the Day

Golden light filters through the embroidered curtains coloring the old-fashioned apartment in warm, orange tones. The residence is nearly silent except for the sound of a Roomba sweeping the rooms, the sizzle of oil and clanks of pans from food being prepared in the kitchen, and the melodic hums of an elder woman singing.

"We were strangers, on a crazy adventure... never dreaming, how our dreams would come true..." the 70-something Hispanic lady murmurs as she alternates between the fridge, sink, and cutting board in well-practiced motions. Her long salt-and-pepper braid swings from side to side over her checkered apron as she moves effortlessly around the old but impeccable kitchen.

"Now here we stand, unafraid of the future..." she continues, enraptured by inaudible music "At the beginning with..."

The doorbell rings, surprising her. She washes her hands on the sink and rubs a finger along her temple causing her pupils to flash with white squares and dots.

The doorbell rings again.

“Ahi voy!” she yells, walking out the kitchen while drying her hands on her apron. She opens the apartment door and finds a smiling eleven-year-old Latin boy on the other side.

"Oh! Good morning Miguelito! You came early today!" the old woman says with a cheer, happy to see him. She walks back to the kitchen waving him in "Come in, come in! Get yourself comfortable!"

"Thanks Ms. Garcia!" says the lanky, olive-skinned boy stepping in. He wears an old red cap with the remains of the phrase 'make america great again' stitched to the front and an adult-sized white t-shirt with a faded NASA logo that covers his skinny body almost like a dress. A skinny shoulder poking out the gigantic collar “And yes, I'm starting earlier. Lots of errands today!"

He closes the door behind him and takes off his huarache sandals, leaving them next to the two other pairs of shoes by the door.

"Oh, is that so?" says the old woman from the kitchen as she dices an onion "Are you going to the tianguis today?"

The now barefoot boy hums affirmatively and takes off his red cap, hanging it on a nearby coat rack with an umbrella and jacket of a private high school. He grabs the rim of his oversized t-shirt and slides it up.

"Yeah! My abuelita gave me a long shopping list and I gotta go as early as possible before the market gets packed. And after that...!" he pauses as he lifts the t-shirt past his head and takes it off, revealing a hairless nude body below. He hangs the shirt over his red cap on the coat rack “After that we'll be at the movies until my second house visit. And after that, we’ll eat and hang out by the malecon until my last house visit in the afternoon."

"Ah, I see… But Miguelito, isn’t that too much time outside for your grandma? Won't she get tired?"

"Uh…?” the boy says stretching his arms, pacing naked around the living room. He suddenly realizes what she meant "Oh, right! You don't know about her yet! Um, abuelita isn't accompanying me to my house visits anymore. I’m..."

Ms. Garcia interrupts him stepping out of the kitchen while holding a steaming pan, her expression one of deep concern.

"Miguel! You're visiting houses alone!? That's too risky! Just today they announced two more boys missing! You shouldn't...!"

The boy opens his eyes wide and shakes his hands, realizing his mistake.

"No, no! I'm not going outside alone! What I mean is that since the last time I came here many things have happened! And now whenever I’m outside I'm escorted by... by my..." he hesitates, scratches his head and talks in a whisper "By my novia..."

The old woman opens her eyes and smiles, makes a teasing whistle "Miguelitooo! Good for youuu! Is she anyone I know?"

The boy smiles and shakes his head "Nah, I don't think so. She lives by Redwood, so this has been her first time in the Bay. I’ve taken her sightseeing between house visits, but there’s still a lot of places to go to!" he says with pride, then stretches his neck to peek in the hallway leading deeper into the apartment "She’s actually waiting for me downstairs to finish... Um... speaking of, is Maria already awake?"

Ms. Garcia huffs "Ha! I wished! She's asleep and will probably wake up until the chilaquiles start cracking. Want to sit and wait for her? Have you had breakfast already?"

The boy shakes his head, paces impatiently around the living room "N-no, thank you, I'm having breakfast with Caro later... T-that's her name by the way! Short of Carolina." he walks to a nearby cupboard and grabs an empty mug, turns it around "Um... Is it okay if I leave Maria’s leche on this mug? I’m in a hurry today..."

The old woman laughs and turns the burner down, cleans her hands on her apron and walks out of the kitchen.

"No, no, a mug!? What are you saying? Maria is just floja. It's past eight anyway..."

She taps her temple making her pupils flash white again. She waits for a second, grumbles, and tries again. After a couple more tries, she sighs and takes a long breath before yelling “Mija...! Wake uuup...! Miguel is hereee...!”

The two wait a moment for a reaction, then a pan in the kitchen starts smoking and Ms. Garcia rushes back.

"Just…! Just go to her room Miguelito! Se me quema!"

"Y-you sure?" the naked boy says taking a couple of steps in the hallway "Is it really okay for me to go inside and...?"

"Yeah, yeah! You're in a hurry and she knows you’ll be coming all week, so she won’t mind. Oh! And I hope you tell me the rest of the chisme about this Redwood girl later! ‘Carolina’, right?"

The boy smiles and nods and enters the carpeted hallway. He hasn't been here before, so he takes a moment to look at the frames and items hanging from the blue walls and window edges.

Most of the decorations are small, framed screens showing a sequence of family photos and GIFs. Children's drawings, holiday trips, and birthdays with people Miguel doesn’t recognize. There are also shelves and narrow tables with artisan ceramics and a couple of military medals that catch the boy’s attention.

He steps closer and reads the text below each honorific, not fully understanding the military lingo beyond the word ‘Airforce’. He’s about to walk away when he notices a nearby frame with a static photo of what seems to be the old woman in her youth. He stops and gets closer.

Ms. Garcia is nearly unrecognizable in her dusty guerrilla clothes and bulky aviator helmet, yet her big smile is unmistakable. She's posing above the wreckage of a white neoclassical building holding a rocket launcher on her shoulder, an out-of-focus crowd behind.

Next to the image there's another photo showing a group of soldiers in red attires in a formal military ceremony. Miguel gets even closer searching for the young version of the old woman amidst the rows of stoic faces.

An old Roomba suddenly scuttles between his bare feet, scaring him. He steps aside, shakes his head, and leaves the family memorabilia behind. He walks to the end of the hallway where he finds a pink door full of anime stickers and small LED lights shaped in a heart pattern. He grabs the handle, takes a breath, and opens the door ajar.

A cute room of a teenage girl on the other side. The usual chaos of clothes, books, plushies, beauty products, and garbage spread around the pastel furniture and white carpet on the floor.

The bright morning light pours from between purple curtains and illuminates a fourteen-year-old Hispanic girl with long obsidian hair, grey tank top and black panties sleeping on the bed in an unnatural pose with her tanned limbs knotted in the bed's pink sheets.

The nude boy wets his lips and approaches the bed, careful not to step on the scattered sex toys on the floor, his penis slowly raising.

"Hey... Maria..." he whispers shaking her shoulder "Mariaaa..."

The teenage girl snores softly as she sleeps with her mouth open. She suddenly jerks and opens her eyes, closing them immediately after when hit by the bright light. She puts an arm over her face and looks at the boy with a startled expression.

"W-what...?" she murmurs in a raspy voice. She recognizes him and relaxes "Oh! Right... I forgot..."

The nude boy snickers "It’s been over a month you know? Didn’t you wonder when I would show up again?"

Maria nods and wets her lips but doesn't move anymore, it seems like she's about to fall asleep again. Miguel shakes her shoulder once more, causing her to groan and rub her eyes with the back of her hands.

"What, what...? What time is it?"

"Quarter past eight. Come on! I’m in a hurry and have two more houses to visit!"

"Then go visit them!" the teen grumbles and turns to lay on her side.

"I'm here already! And your grandma pays extra for my first one of the day! Come on!” he shakes her “Let's get over this so you can get back to sleep!"

The teenage girl growls, cursing her luck. After a pause, she moves a hand towards Miguel and bumps with his flat stomach, then her fingers travel downwards looking for his penis.

"Are you hard already?" she asks holding his small erection.

"Yes! I'm ready. We're all just waiting for you now!"

Another grumble in response. Maria pushes the tangled bedsheets off her legs and, without changing position, slides her black panties halfway down her thighs. She slaps her butt.

"There! Hurry up…"

The boy groans "I've told you! I can't reach inside you like that! I'm not big enough."

"Chingada mad..." Maria grumbles and turns to lay on her back with her eyes closed, pushes her panties to her knees "Better now...?"

The boy sighs, walks around the bed and slides her twisted panties off her legs. He steps on the bed on his knees, spreads her thighs and pauses as he stares at her pussy and triangle of black pubic hair.

He swallows and straightens his body, grabs his penis and starts stroking it. His hand moving in a blur.

"Didn't you say you were hard…?" Maria murmurs after a moment of silence.

"Shhh! You're distracting me!"

"Can’t you just squirt inside a mug or something and let me sleep?"

He rolls his eyes but doesn't answer. His penis finally erect, he crawls on his hands and knees above the immobile teen to position himself. He lowers his hips to meet hers.

Their groins meet, his buttocks squeeze. He stops and moves away, tries once more from a different position. He bites his tongue in concentration as his penis pokes around.

The girl chuckles, slides a hand between their bodies to guide him "Are you sure you've done this before...?"

"Shhh! You're not helping."

"Hold on, not so fast, let me… No, that’s not… a bit below… There! there you are... Now hurry up, would you? I’m… Mmh... Mmmmh!"

She moans as he slides inside her. The nude boy inhales sharply as well once his penis is fully enveloped by her warmth.

He re-shifts his weight as he lays on top of her and starts pumping his hips, slowly at first, but then increasing his pace.

"Ouch, ouch, watch out!" the girl complains, Miguel stops "I'm not very wet yet..."

He raises his upper body to support himself on his skinny arms. "Sorry…! Um, you got lube?"

She shakes her head, covers her mouth with a hand to hide an incoming yawn "It’s in my grandma’s bathrooooom..."

Miguel puffs his cheeks, looks around the room for a replacement but sees none. He looks down at her pubic hair pressed against his hairless belly and shrugs "Um... I’ll lick you."

"Eww! NO! I just woke up!" Maria squirms and hugs him to prevent him from sliding away. She sighs and tries to think, has an idea and raises her grey tank top exposing her round breasts with dark coin-sized nipples "Here, suck me like I showed you last time."

The boy nods and wets his lips. He lowers his head and starts nibbling the nipple. The girl stays silent for a moment, but after a short while sighs in frustration.

"No! Not like that! Like I taught you!"

"I-I can’t remember how each girl likes it!" Miguel says, annoyed "I visit many houses..."

The girl rolls her eyes, grabs her nipple with her index and thumb, and squeezes it hard.

"Like this! Okay? I like them handled rough..."

The boy nods and surrounds her nipple with his lips again, his cheeks hollow. The girl smiles and relaxes her body, her head digging deeper on the pillow. She lets out a long, relieved sigh.

"Yeah... Like that..."

They stay immobile for a while as Miguel alternates sucking each breast. The bedroom is nearly silent except for the hum of the Roomba making its rounds around the apartment, the sound of oil crackling from the kitchen, and the melodies of the old woman singing to herself.

"Love is a river, I wanna keep flowing... Life is a road, now and forever, wonderful journey... I'll be there when the world stops turning..."

Miguel’s buttocks start pumping again. "Better...?" he breathes.

Maria nods, purring. She crosses her ankles behind his back to surround his small frame with her legs. Miguel’s thrusts get a bit faster.

Soon he's thrusting at a steady pace while the girl keeps squeezing her nipples with both hands. Her eyes closed and her lips curled in a silly smile.

The golden sunlight pouring through the window shines bright on their bodies, the heat raising as the day begins. The boy's skin is covered in a film of sweat and he looks like he's getting tired. Without stopping his thrusting motions, he raises his torso and scans the room.

"It's... It's the first time... I've been in your room...” he says between breaths “It's nice.”

The girl rolls her eyes and hugs him back, pressing his head against her chest.

"Don't look at my stuff! I haven't had time to clean."

"M-maybe if you... Didn't sleep so much... You would... Have time to… organize..." Miguel pants with his face buried between her breasts, his buttocks clenching at the end of each thrust.

Maria sighs, grabs his bubble butt with both hands compelling him to pump faster. Miguel grunts and tries to speed up.

"Hey... I wanted to ask you..." he continues between breaths "You share a boyfriend… right...?”

“Yeah, with some friends at school. Why?”

“How did he... asked you... to become his girlfriend...?"

Maria shrugs “I don’t know. He just asked… Why?”

“N-no reason…” he huffs as their bodies bounce, his face getting redder “But… what words… exactly… did he said…?”

The teen rolls her eyes, hugs the pouncing boy tighter "Shh! Just cum already! You're lasting way longer than last time…"

"I'm... I'm trying to... but...” Miguel says shaking his head “I… I can’t…"

"Just think of someone hot! Imagine you’re having sex with them right now."

“I… I don’t know if…”

“Just try it! Close your eyes and use your imagination. You must have a crush on someone, don’t you? Picture their face. Imagine how they look like as they twist in pleasure.”

Miguel nods and closes his eyes, trying to concentrate. His breath grows more and more ragged as he pistons his small penis inside her faster and faster, moving at a frenetic pace.

His eyes suddenly pop open and his mouth opens in a silent scream. Maria smiles and puts both hands around his face, holding his head steady so she doesn’t miss his orgasm face.

A knock on the open bedroom door, the old woman peeks inside.

"Oh! Sorry to interrupt. But hey, Miguelito? Carolina is at the door and wants to know if she should go to the tianguis while you finish here. Says it’s getting late."

"N-no! No!" the boy breathes in a panic, his skinny hips trusting like a jackhammer, his face one of agony "T-tell her... I'm... I'm... com... minggggg!"

His hisses devolve into a series of grunts and gasps as his face collapses into itself. He climaxes like a train falling off its tracks, thrusting erratically several times before he grunts and welds his groin with the teenage girl and freezes in place.

Maria smiles and hugs his body tight with her arms and legs as he continues to shoot his seed inside her. She opens her mouth wide into another yawn.

"Yeah, we’re almost doneeeee…" she says, yawning.

"Okay, I'll go tell her..." Ms. Garcia says with a smile turning to leave, then remembers something and peeks back "Oh! Mija? Do you want eggs or refritos on your plate?

The boy's head is buried between the teen's breasts as he continues panting and trembling through his orgasm. María ponders it for a second.

"Mmmh... Eggs for me. Tender please!"

"Okay, I'll be serving soon!"

"Kay! Thanks nana!" says Maria with a big smile as the sweaty boy on top of her keeps quaking, his breathing raw. She smiles and rustles his short dark hair with one hand while with the other she slides her fingertips up and down his wet spine.

"You done...? You good?" she asks once his body has almost stopped trembling.

Miguel nods and carefully un-glues himself from her, their skins wet and sticking together. He turns around and falls on his back next to her.

"Eww...” the teen murmurs rubbing a finger across her wet stomach. She moves sideways and opens her bedside drawer, extracts a small foil package from the inside “I’ll go rinse myself real quick. Want to join me?"

Miguel shakes his head, his belly inflating and deflating showing the edge of his ribs. Maria opens the foil package and takes out a spongy nub which she slides inside her vagina and all the way up her cervix. Once done she stands up and walks to her desk where she unplugs her glasses and puts them on.

The breathless boy raises a shaky finger and points at her bedside drawer "Hey… C-can I have… one of those…? They never… have them… at the third house… I visit..."

"Oh! Yeah, sure." she reaches inside the bedside drawer again and places a handful of foil packages in his hand. Miguel frowns, Maria shrugs "Nana buys them in bulk..."

"O-okay, thanks." he says smiling.

Maria nods and taps her glasses which flood with translucent messaging apps and windows. She raises a hand and taps the air with her fingers letting her friends and fans know she just woke up. She heads to the bathroom but doesn’t close the door behind her, the sound of the shower starts soon after.

"Hey, are you having breakfast with us?" she yells from the inside.

The boy shakes his head, his expression dreamy. He sits on the bed.

"N-no, sorry! I'm in a hurry today."

"Oh yeah? Where are you going?"

He smiles "I-it's a long story... The market, the movies, two more house visits, then we’ll go to the..." he stops, leaving the unfinished sentence lingering in the air.

Thankfully the teen doesn't seem to notice "Wow, so much trabajo for a Saturday! What mixture are you and your grandma watching?"

"Oh!” he laughs “No, I'm not visiting houses with my abuelita anymore. I'm now being escorted by my..." he stops, wets his lips "My novia..."

A scream inside the bathroom, Maria emerges nude and dripping wet with her hair tucked inside a pink shower cap and wearing the now fogged-up glasses.

"Miguelitooo! A novia!? Is she someone I know?" she says with a big grin raising the glasses to rest on her forehead.

The boy chuckles and shakes his head "No, I don't think so. I-it's a long story, and I gotta go! She's waiting for me downstairs. Um… see you Tuesday?"

"Kay! See you!" says Maria with a smile and lowers her glasses. She heads back in the bathroom but emerges a second after "Oh! And thank you for lasting longer! If you had kept going a bit more I would have probably cum as well." she giggles "You should come to one of our sleepovers with our boyfriend. He's barely able to make the four of us cum. He could use the help."

Miguel looks momentarily aghast at the idea, hums a non-committal sound in response. Maria giggles and steps back in the bathroom waving him goodbye. The nude boy waves back and stands up, walks out of the pink bedroom with unsteady steps.

He moves in a zigzag path along the blue hallway with his penis —still moist and erect— bouncing in front of him. On the way he nearly trips with the Roomba again and pushes a couple of picture frames off the wall with his elbow. Fortunately, they bounce on the carpeted floor without breaking.

He hastily puts them back into place, shoos the Roomba away, and rushes back to the living room where he stops and looks around, searching for someone.

"Oh! If you're looking for Carolina, she said she'll be waiting for you downstairs." says the old woman as she walks out the kitchen holding two steaming plates. She places them on the checkered dining table “I already paid her for Maria’s leche, hope it's okay."

"Oh, yeah! Thanks Ms. Garcia. My glasses are still broken so we use Caro’s phone anyway." the naked preteen says heading back to the coat rack to get dressed “And sorry for the quick visit today, it looks and smells delicious!"

"Aww, thank you Miguelito! You can come by anytime, even when Maria isn't ovulating.” says Ms. Garcia sitting by the table and watching the boy put his oversized NASA shirt back on “Hey, you sure you and ‘Caro’ don't want to join us? I cooked plenty..."

"Oh! N-no, sorry! I really gotta hurry..." Miguel says with an embarrassed smile as he steps on his huaraches and stores the handful of foil packages Maria gave him inside a flap under his red cap "Otherwise I may not have enough time for the surprise I planned for her later today."

The old woman raises her eyebrows and smiles "Ah, I see...” she winks “Well, good luck Miguelito! And thank you for everything."

Miguel nods and opens the apartment door. He waves the old woman goodbye as he closes it but then waves again when he sees Maria emerging from the hallway wearing only her glasses and panties. The teen smiles and waves him goodbye before kissing her grandma’s forehead and sitting down to eat.

The apartment’s door finally closes, the sound of the heavy bolt latching echoing in the empty corridor that connects the rest of the apartments.

Miguel takes a deep breath and closes his eyes. After a moment just standing in silence, he lets go of the handle and runs along the corridor. Most doors he passes are ajar or missing, showing empty residences inside.

He makes a turn at the next corner and stops. A larger, more modern Roomba mops the floor blocking the staircase entrance. He’s about to turn around to find another route when the machine notices him and moves aside, giving him room to pass.

Miguel smiles and runs past the machine, giving it a thumbs-up as he rushes down the staircase on the other side. His huaraches echo in the cavernous concrete shaft with rapid clap-claps as he hurries downstairs.

To be continued…

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