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| Miguel |
The next
morning I again awoke to the sounds of birds and leaves in the wind. I
stretched out in the large bed. I had a rock hard 9’’ morning erection but
decided to ignore it. I got up and walked onto the balcony, my cock bouncing up
and down in front of me. I felt a breeze over my entire body. I did this every
morning and I just didn’t tire of it. I looked out in front of me and it was
great to be able to see this far without a building blocking the view. Suddenly
something directed my gaze downward to the patio out front. Someone was lying
on one of the loungers. By his typical outfit I recognized Miguel. He was in
the fetus position, sleeping. I put on some underwear and rushed downstairs.
I opened the front door and he woke up.
“Miguel? Are you OK?”
He sat up, pulled his cap down and covered his face.
“I’m so sorry Jay. I not know where to go.”
“What happened?”
He was looking away from me, keeping his hand in front of his face. I took his hand in mine and slowly pulled it down. He had a black eye and a bruise on his chin.
“Oh my… come inside!”, I ordered him.
I pulled him up and walked him inside. I had him sit down on the sofa. I grabbed an ice pack and a glass of water and brought it to him.
“So, do you want to tell me what happened? Who did this?”
Miguel continued not to look me in the eye. He sighed.
“OK… I tell you my father is sick. He has cancer. Expensive. But he sick in another way. He drink beer. All of the days. Also very expensive. So I come home with 1,000 pesos you give me… for clothes. Thank you.”
Now he shortly looked at me before looking away again.
“He want the 1,000 pesos. I say is for clothes. I promise to buy clothes for him also. He say no. He need beer. He think I hiding money.”
I could hear Miguel’s voice cracking, so I put my arm around him, hoping to comfort him.
“I know really he no think that. Is beer talking. But he get… aggressive. Violent. Sometimes. When he no happy. So I say he need less beer, you know?”
Miguel looked at me again. I spotted a tear in his eye.
“He get angry. He hit me. Twice. He take money. I leave. Walk around Tulum. I got tired.”
“Hey, Miguel. It’s absolutely fine that you slept here. You should have rang the doorbell.”
He had the key to the door to the patio, but not a house key.
“Lights were out. You sleep. I no want to wake you up.”
“It would have been fine if you did.”
He looked at me and smiled his perfect smile. He wiped away his tears.
“You can stay here for a while, I have two empty bedrooms! And I’m still here for two more weeks!”
He hugged me.
“You are nicest American I meet”, he said.
“You know what”, I started as we let go of the hug, “what do you say we have some breakfast, have a nice shower, go to some stores and you can pick out some clothes and anything else you may need to stay here for a while. Until you’re ready to face your father again.”
He smiled and nodded enthusiastically.
After breakfast I showed Miguel the bedroom on the ground floor that has a sliding door to the patio and the connecting bathroom.
“This all for me?”
“Yeah!”
I went upstairs and grabbed some clothes of mine for Miguel to wear. I put them on his bed as I heard him shower. I ran back up and took a shower myself. When I had gotten dressed and walked down, Miguel was sitting on the sofa in my clothes. He smiled.
“Thank you”, he said.
Although I was taller than him, most of my clothes fit quite tightly on me, so it didn’t look too weird on him. In fact, he looked even hotter than usual. Even with the black eye.
In the car, I asked Miguel to direct me to a shopping mall, and he said he had already decided on where to go after I gave him the money. While we drove, he asked me some questions about why I was by myself in this large villa in Mexico. I explained to him how I got here and what I was doing and he seemed really interested in my job as a writer. I said that my books that had already been released were back at the villa. He asked if he was allowed to read them.
“Of course!”
I was thankful he didn’t ask me what I was writing about at the moment as the main character was based on him.
When we got to the mall, we first walked to a store where there was a big men’s clothing section. Miguel seemed a bit hesitant to just pick anything out, so I took two tanktops and two T-shirts off the rack and encouraged him to try them on. While he closed the curtain I looked for some jeans and shorts and walked back.
“Are you liking anything?”, I asked through the closed curtain.
“Yes! I like the shirts”, Miguel replied.
The curtain opened and I saw him in a tight, black V-neck T-shirt. He looked like the leading man in an action movie. He smiled and proudly looked down at himself. His muscled chest, shoulders and arms stood out and looked so defined.
“You bring pants”, he stated as he took the pile of jeans and shorts from my arms.
He disappeared behind the curtain again. I sat on one of the stools nearby as he modeled the jeans and shorts for me. His body looked amazing in all of it. His ass was a sight to behold in jeans that actually fit him. I could feel myself getting aroused as he turned around and asked if they weren’t too tight. Sometimes he would ask me for a different size or color and I would look for it. The store was pretty much empty. There was one clerk who kept herself busy with folding clothes. She smiled every time she saw me, but left us alone. Which was fine by me.
Soon enough, Miguel had quite some clothing that I felt would last him the next few days. I handed him some Speedos through the curtain, which he was very excited to see. He modeled a red one for me that really turned me on. I am pretty sure he saw my excitement, because he decided to pick it. On the way to the cash register he picked out some underwear.
“Thank you so much, Jay”, he said. I could tell he didn’t really know what to do with himself. It was likely no-one had been this generous with him in his life. For the amount of clothes we bought, it was still not a high price to me.
I took Miguel to lunch once we were done shopping. It was a crowded restaurant, but we got ourselves a nice spot by the window. It was random moments like this that made me think back to when I was part of a couple and what I wouldn’t do to have that again.
“You save me so much! Thank you! I must do something to say thank you”, Miguel said as he eagerly ate the food he had ordered.
“Really, that’s not necessary. I am glad I have some company here. By the end of the weekend, you’ll probably be sick of living with me. I’ll just be writing”, I said, mimicking typing on a keyboard.
He smiled.
“Is OK. I need weekend to relax”, he said. “I go to work on Monday and maybe I feel OK to talk to my father.”
“That sounds good”, I said.
On the way back to the villa, we needed to go food shopping. Miguel offered to make dinner for me and took his time picking the right vegetables. Once we got back, we put the food in the fridge together like couples do. Miguel took the shopping bags with his clothes into his room. The shopping trip had gotten me inspired and I opened the laptop on the patio and started writing. Miguel came out in his red Speedo and went for a swim. I was too caught up in the story to watch him, but I noticed he swam for quite a while. By the time I looked up from the laptop screen, Miguel just walked up the stairs out of the pool. I noticed the Speedo got naturally wedged up into his buttcrack, leaving about a third of his cheeks exposed. I’m pretty sure I stared with my mouth open as I watched him lay face down on a lounger. He had grabbed one of my books and was reading it, which I thought was sweet. I tried to focus on my writing again but he was right in my line of vision. His beautiful back and butt distracted me enough to close the laptop.
That night Miguel had made a lovely dinner, although we had way too much left over. When it got dark, we watched some TV until Miguel got tired. He hugged me goodnight.
“Thank you again. Today was magical day.”
We smiled at each other. I felt chemistry between us, but neither of us acted on it. He went to his room. I turned off the TV as it was attached to the wall that had Miguel’s bedroom on the other side. I decided to walk upstairs. I undressed. I looked in the mirror. Was I behaving like a sugar daddy? Was I loving this role too much? Wasn’t Miguel thinking he had to somehow repay me? I wasn’t even sure if Miguel was gay or if he knew that I was. I shrugged. I brushed my teeth and went to bed.
In the middle of the night I was woken up by a loud sound and a bright light. A
thunderstorm raged, rain fell loudly on the roof and balcony and the lightning
was bright, making me think we were right in the middle of it. I sat up in the
bed. Lightning struck again and I saw someone in the corner of my eye. Miguel
stood by the door of my bedroom. He was completely naked. His uncircumcised
penis was a sight to behold, even in a flaccid state. I estimated it to be 6’’
long. He looked at me in silence.
“Are you OK?”, I asked.
“I can’t sleep”, he replied.
“Do you want to watch the storm with me?”
Silently he walked toward the bed and got in next to me. Our shoulders touched. Hesitantly, he grabbed my hand. I felt like he might be a little scared, but didn’t want to tell me. I looked at him and non-verbally told him it was going to be fine. For a while, we watched the lightning in the distance. At one point, Miguel put his head on my shoulder, continuing to hold my hand.
The next thing I remember is waking up the next morning. Miguel was curled up next to me, sleeping. We were still holding hands and his head was still on my shoulder. We must have fallen asleep. The sun shone brightly again this morning and with the glass walls we must have been so hot that we kicked off the sheets. Our raging morning erections touched, which was quite the sight. We were both well-endowed and easily reached 9’’. I started leaking precum, but I didn’t want Miguel to see. I slowly let go of his hand and got my shoulder out from under his head. I managed to get up without waking him.
Like every morning in Tulum, I walked out onto the balcony and looked at the view. But this time I looked back at the bed. Miguel had rolled onto his back, his cock standing up straight, the foreskin still covering the head. His face was in the other direction, but by the slow rising and falling of his stomach I knew he was still asleep. I looked back at the view of the jungle. I sighed. I had had a great time with Miguel yesterday, but I realized I was being so nice and generous with him because I had a crush on him. And because I didn’t want to be by myself on this trip. I had done so well in the first few days, I actually got lots of writing done. But now that there was some guy who needed help I went out of my way to save him. And he didn’t even know my intention behind all of this. Or maybe he did.
All of a sudden I felt an arm on my back.
“Good morning”, I heard in the now recognizable accent.
“Good morning, Miguel”, I said, “did you sleep OK in the end?”
“Yes! I think I fall asleep watching the storm!”
“So did I”, I said.
I noticed that the bruise on his chin looked better and the black eye was hardly noticeable. We stood next to each other and looked over the treetops. I made an effort not to look down at his body, because he was right there and I was afraid he would catch me. He turned back to look at me and said, “Do you want to go to the beach today? I know a quiet beach.”
“That sounds nice!”, I said.
He smiled and unashamedly looked down at my body. His eyes focused on my crotch as he laughed.
“Hey! I get that too”, he said, pushing my boner down to make it bounce. “Every morning!”, he said, pointing down at his own erection. I was caught off guard and didn’t really know what to do. In the end I shrugged and just said, “Yep. Every morning!”
He laughed again and walked back inside.
When I walked downstairs, ready to have breakfast, Miguel was packing a bag with food and drinks.
“You ready for the beach?”
“Oh, you’re really fast!”
“You want to go later?”
“No, this is fine. Let me have something to eat and we’re good to go.”
He handed me a banana and smiled.
Before I knew it, Miguel was driving me to a remote beach just outside of
Tulum. When we got there, it was empty. I changed out of my T-shirt and pulled
down my shorts as I was already wearing my white Speedo underneath. I put my
clothes into the bag I had brought and pulled out my beach towel, which I
neatly laid out. Miguel was surprisingly less prepared as he took off his jeans
and was wearing the white briefs he had gotten from the mall the day before. He
slipped those off as well as I saw his flaccid cock dangle back and forth. He
went into the bigger bag he had brought and got out the red Speedo. He seemed
completely comfortable being nude and took his time getting changed. By the
time he was done, he said, “Race to the water?”, and we ran into the sea.
When we were in the water, I looked around. The small, deserted beach, the tall cliff, the beautiful water… nature was all around us, but we were the only people.
“This is a gorgeous place, Miguel. Thank you for bringing me here.”
“Is no problem! I am happy you like.”
We let our bodies float in the water for a while.
“You have nice body for…”, he paused, but I already knew what he wanted to say. “For man with grey hairs.”
I laughed.
“Thank you”, I said. “You know I’m only 40.”
“Is true that grey hair make you look little older. But muscles make you look younger.”
I smiled.
“I am 35 years”, he said.
“You look around that age as well”, I replied.
“My father is 57. But look older now. Because all of his hair gone.”
“Is he getting chemotherapy?”
“Yes. And… radiation?”
He wasn’t sure about the word, but he nailed it.
“Both?”
“Yes. Is better. He has appointment on Wednesday. I always drive him.”
“Will you drive him this Wednesday, too?”
“I think so. I will talk to him tomorrow.”
Suddenly Miguel splashed some water in my direction. I looked up and he did it again. I splashed some water back and before I knew it we were playing in the water like two kids. I submerged myself completely and pulled him under by his leg. When we came up, he laughed, but he wanted to get me back. I ran back to shore as I could still stand in the water. I heard him follow me close behind. Suddenly I felt my Speedo being pulled down in the back. He had me. He pulled the Speedo down to my thighs while I tried to keep running. He smacked my exposed butt and laughed. I couldn’t contain my laughter either, as he put an arm around me and we walked back to the beach.
“Is OK to have naked butt here”, he said. “Nobody here.”
He pulled down his own Speedo and lay down on his towel naked. I did the same. We were lying in the sun. Miguel read my first book and I just closed my eyes and tanned. In the end we both dozed off for a while.
When we woke up, Miguel showed me what he had brought for lunch and he opened some cans of beer. We ate some sandwiches and drank a few beers. We talked and laughed and just hung out naked together. My crush on him was developing further. We stayed at the beach all day. By the end of the afternoon it was time to go and I decided to treat Miguel to dinner at the nice fish restaurant where I had been by myself earlier in the week. I parked the rental car at the villa, so we could change into something else. When Miguel came out wearing the tight black V-neck and the equally form-fitting light blue jeans, I could not stop staring at him.
“You look amazing!”
He smiled at me. His stubble looked just right and his smile made his brown eyes light up. He put his arms out and slowly turned a full 180 degrees, to show off his clothes, but to me, also his body. Then he walked toward me to hug me.
“Thanks again”, he said. As he pulled away he planted a kiss on my cheek. I was speechless as I looked at him.
“You also look very nice”, he commented. I was wearing a grey long sleeve shirt which was a darker grey in the sleeves, and black shorts.
“Thank you”, I looked down. I could feel my face turning red.
“Let’s go!”, Miguel exclaimed as he put an arm around me and we walked out of the villa.
At the restaurant, the wine was flowing. Because I still had to drive back from the beach, I had slowed down on the beer during the day. But now I was starting to feel a little tipsy. And so was Miguel. His English got worse really fast. He stumbled over his words and then couldn’t stop laughing at himself, which in turn kept on making me laugh. We had a great time with delicious food and lots of laughter. When we walked back, we had to hold on to each other for support. I could have sworn Miguel grabbed my butt at one point.
“Are you grabbing my butt?”, I asked.
“You have nice butt”, he replied.
I remember laughing.
When we got to the villa, I saw the stairs.
“I don’t know if I can make it up the stairs… I’m a bit wobbly”, I said.
Miguel just laughed. He took off his V-neck and left it on the sofa.
“Should I sleep on the sofa?”, I said.
“Noooo! That’s stupid. I help you”, Miguel said.
We slowly went up the stairs and walked into my bedroom, Miguel’s shirtless body inches away as my arm was wrapped around his neck.
Once I made it to my bed, Miguel laid next to me.
“Now I am tired”, he said.
“Thanks for a really fun day”, I told him as I looked at him laying there. He turned his head toward me and we looked at each other for a while. He then got closer and kissed me.
It was a kiss unlike any I had experienced. It was so passionate and tender, I got rock hard without touching myself. The kiss got more and more intense and soon enough we were taking off our clothes.
“You have beautiful body”, Miguel said as he breathed heavily and kissed my chest and nipples.
I moaned, but I could no longer resist. I saw the head of his fully erect 9’’ cock poke out the top of his white briefs. I bent forward and started sucking on it. Like everything else about him, his cock was perfect. When I pulled back his juicy foreskin, a wet and shiny cockhead appeared that was just the perfect mushroom-shape. I sucked on it as hard as I could.
After a while, Miguel pushed me away, probably because he was close to cumming. He put his hands on my face and kissed me again.
“Can I please put it in your butt?”, he then asked.
His cock was massive. I don’t think I had ever taken a cock this big and recently I had mostly topped, but I desperately wanted it.
“Please do”, I said.
When he entered me it was slow and gentle. Feeling my hole envelop his gorgeous cock, was such a turn-on, I was leaking precum the entire time. He topped me in such a sensual way, keeping a moderate pace but going deep. He was fucking me doggy style, but his entire body was on top of mine. His hand on my chest pulled me closer toward him. His moans were deep and guttural. I felt so close to him, so intimate, and so aroused. I was sweating profusely. His thrusts slowly got faster and soon enough I came without touching myself. It was the fuck of a lifetime.
He pulled out of me and I was desperate to swallow his cum. I pushed him so he would lay down and I gave him a blowjob to remember. When he came, his moans got higher and louder, seemingly surprised I swallowed his huge load. We kissed some more until we laid down, held each other tight and eventually fell asleep.
I opened the front door and he woke up.
“Miguel? Are you OK?”
He sat up, pulled his cap down and covered his face.
“I’m so sorry Jay. I not know where to go.”
“What happened?”
He was looking away from me, keeping his hand in front of his face. I took his hand in mine and slowly pulled it down. He had a black eye and a bruise on his chin.
“Oh my… come inside!”, I ordered him.
I pulled him up and walked him inside. I had him sit down on the sofa. I grabbed an ice pack and a glass of water and brought it to him.
“So, do you want to tell me what happened? Who did this?”
Miguel continued not to look me in the eye. He sighed.
“OK… I tell you my father is sick. He has cancer. Expensive. But he sick in another way. He drink beer. All of the days. Also very expensive. So I come home with 1,000 pesos you give me… for clothes. Thank you.”
Now he shortly looked at me before looking away again.
“He want the 1,000 pesos. I say is for clothes. I promise to buy clothes for him also. He say no. He need beer. He think I hiding money.”
I could hear Miguel’s voice cracking, so I put my arm around him, hoping to comfort him.
“I know really he no think that. Is beer talking. But he get… aggressive. Violent. Sometimes. When he no happy. So I say he need less beer, you know?”
Miguel looked at me again. I spotted a tear in his eye.
“He get angry. He hit me. Twice. He take money. I leave. Walk around Tulum. I got tired.”
“Hey, Miguel. It’s absolutely fine that you slept here. You should have rang the doorbell.”
He had the key to the door to the patio, but not a house key.
“Lights were out. You sleep. I no want to wake you up.”
“It would have been fine if you did.”
He looked at me and smiled his perfect smile. He wiped away his tears.
“You can stay here for a while, I have two empty bedrooms! And I’m still here for two more weeks!”
He hugged me.
“You are nicest American I meet”, he said.
“You know what”, I started as we let go of the hug, “what do you say we have some breakfast, have a nice shower, go to some stores and you can pick out some clothes and anything else you may need to stay here for a while. Until you’re ready to face your father again.”
He smiled and nodded enthusiastically.
After breakfast I showed Miguel the bedroom on the ground floor that has a sliding door to the patio and the connecting bathroom.
“This all for me?”
“Yeah!”
I went upstairs and grabbed some clothes of mine for Miguel to wear. I put them on his bed as I heard him shower. I ran back up and took a shower myself. When I had gotten dressed and walked down, Miguel was sitting on the sofa in my clothes. He smiled.
“Thank you”, he said.
Although I was taller than him, most of my clothes fit quite tightly on me, so it didn’t look too weird on him. In fact, he looked even hotter than usual. Even with the black eye.
In the car, I asked Miguel to direct me to a shopping mall, and he said he had already decided on where to go after I gave him the money. While we drove, he asked me some questions about why I was by myself in this large villa in Mexico. I explained to him how I got here and what I was doing and he seemed really interested in my job as a writer. I said that my books that had already been released were back at the villa. He asked if he was allowed to read them.
“Of course!”
I was thankful he didn’t ask me what I was writing about at the moment as the main character was based on him.
When we got to the mall, we first walked to a store where there was a big men’s clothing section. Miguel seemed a bit hesitant to just pick anything out, so I took two tanktops and two T-shirts off the rack and encouraged him to try them on. While he closed the curtain I looked for some jeans and shorts and walked back.
“Are you liking anything?”, I asked through the closed curtain.
“Yes! I like the shirts”, Miguel replied.
The curtain opened and I saw him in a tight, black V-neck T-shirt. He looked like the leading man in an action movie. He smiled and proudly looked down at himself. His muscled chest, shoulders and arms stood out and looked so defined.
“You bring pants”, he stated as he took the pile of jeans and shorts from my arms.
He disappeared behind the curtain again. I sat on one of the stools nearby as he modeled the jeans and shorts for me. His body looked amazing in all of it. His ass was a sight to behold in jeans that actually fit him. I could feel myself getting aroused as he turned around and asked if they weren’t too tight. Sometimes he would ask me for a different size or color and I would look for it. The store was pretty much empty. There was one clerk who kept herself busy with folding clothes. She smiled every time she saw me, but left us alone. Which was fine by me.
Soon enough, Miguel had quite some clothing that I felt would last him the next few days. I handed him some Speedos through the curtain, which he was very excited to see. He modeled a red one for me that really turned me on. I am pretty sure he saw my excitement, because he decided to pick it. On the way to the cash register he picked out some underwear.
“Thank you so much, Jay”, he said. I could tell he didn’t really know what to do with himself. It was likely no-one had been this generous with him in his life. For the amount of clothes we bought, it was still not a high price to me.
I took Miguel to lunch once we were done shopping. It was a crowded restaurant, but we got ourselves a nice spot by the window. It was random moments like this that made me think back to when I was part of a couple and what I wouldn’t do to have that again.
“You save me so much! Thank you! I must do something to say thank you”, Miguel said as he eagerly ate the food he had ordered.
“Really, that’s not necessary. I am glad I have some company here. By the end of the weekend, you’ll probably be sick of living with me. I’ll just be writing”, I said, mimicking typing on a keyboard.
He smiled.
“Is OK. I need weekend to relax”, he said. “I go to work on Monday and maybe I feel OK to talk to my father.”
“That sounds good”, I said.
On the way back to the villa, we needed to go food shopping. Miguel offered to make dinner for me and took his time picking the right vegetables. Once we got back, we put the food in the fridge together like couples do. Miguel took the shopping bags with his clothes into his room. The shopping trip had gotten me inspired and I opened the laptop on the patio and started writing. Miguel came out in his red Speedo and went for a swim. I was too caught up in the story to watch him, but I noticed he swam for quite a while. By the time I looked up from the laptop screen, Miguel just walked up the stairs out of the pool. I noticed the Speedo got naturally wedged up into his buttcrack, leaving about a third of his cheeks exposed. I’m pretty sure I stared with my mouth open as I watched him lay face down on a lounger. He had grabbed one of my books and was reading it, which I thought was sweet. I tried to focus on my writing again but he was right in my line of vision. His beautiful back and butt distracted me enough to close the laptop.
That night Miguel had made a lovely dinner, although we had way too much left over. When it got dark, we watched some TV until Miguel got tired. He hugged me goodnight.
“Thank you again. Today was magical day.”
We smiled at each other. I felt chemistry between us, but neither of us acted on it. He went to his room. I turned off the TV as it was attached to the wall that had Miguel’s bedroom on the other side. I decided to walk upstairs. I undressed. I looked in the mirror. Was I behaving like a sugar daddy? Was I loving this role too much? Wasn’t Miguel thinking he had to somehow repay me? I wasn’t even sure if Miguel was gay or if he knew that I was. I shrugged. I brushed my teeth and went to bed.
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| Miguel |
“Are you OK?”, I asked.
“I can’t sleep”, he replied.
“Do you want to watch the storm with me?”
Silently he walked toward the bed and got in next to me. Our shoulders touched. Hesitantly, he grabbed my hand. I felt like he might be a little scared, but didn’t want to tell me. I looked at him and non-verbally told him it was going to be fine. For a while, we watched the lightning in the distance. At one point, Miguel put his head on my shoulder, continuing to hold my hand.
The next thing I remember is waking up the next morning. Miguel was curled up next to me, sleeping. We were still holding hands and his head was still on my shoulder. We must have fallen asleep. The sun shone brightly again this morning and with the glass walls we must have been so hot that we kicked off the sheets. Our raging morning erections touched, which was quite the sight. We were both well-endowed and easily reached 9’’. I started leaking precum, but I didn’t want Miguel to see. I slowly let go of his hand and got my shoulder out from under his head. I managed to get up without waking him.
Like every morning in Tulum, I walked out onto the balcony and looked at the view. But this time I looked back at the bed. Miguel had rolled onto his back, his cock standing up straight, the foreskin still covering the head. His face was in the other direction, but by the slow rising and falling of his stomach I knew he was still asleep. I looked back at the view of the jungle. I sighed. I had had a great time with Miguel yesterday, but I realized I was being so nice and generous with him because I had a crush on him. And because I didn’t want to be by myself on this trip. I had done so well in the first few days, I actually got lots of writing done. But now that there was some guy who needed help I went out of my way to save him. And he didn’t even know my intention behind all of this. Or maybe he did.
All of a sudden I felt an arm on my back.
“Good morning”, I heard in the now recognizable accent.
“Good morning, Miguel”, I said, “did you sleep OK in the end?”
“Yes! I think I fall asleep watching the storm!”
“So did I”, I said.
I noticed that the bruise on his chin looked better and the black eye was hardly noticeable. We stood next to each other and looked over the treetops. I made an effort not to look down at his body, because he was right there and I was afraid he would catch me. He turned back to look at me and said, “Do you want to go to the beach today? I know a quiet beach.”
“That sounds nice!”, I said.
He smiled and unashamedly looked down at my body. His eyes focused on my crotch as he laughed.
“Hey! I get that too”, he said, pushing my boner down to make it bounce. “Every morning!”, he said, pointing down at his own erection. I was caught off guard and didn’t really know what to do. In the end I shrugged and just said, “Yep. Every morning!”
He laughed again and walked back inside.
When I walked downstairs, ready to have breakfast, Miguel was packing a bag with food and drinks.
“You ready for the beach?”
“Oh, you’re really fast!”
“You want to go later?”
“No, this is fine. Let me have something to eat and we’re good to go.”
He handed me a banana and smiled.
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| Miguel |
When we were in the water, I looked around. The small, deserted beach, the tall cliff, the beautiful water… nature was all around us, but we were the only people.
“This is a gorgeous place, Miguel. Thank you for bringing me here.”
“Is no problem! I am happy you like.”
We let our bodies float in the water for a while.
“You have nice body for…”, he paused, but I already knew what he wanted to say. “For man with grey hairs.”
I laughed.
“Thank you”, I said. “You know I’m only 40.”
“Is true that grey hair make you look little older. But muscles make you look younger.”
I smiled.
“I am 35 years”, he said.
“You look around that age as well”, I replied.
“My father is 57. But look older now. Because all of his hair gone.”
“Is he getting chemotherapy?”
“Yes. And… radiation?”
He wasn’t sure about the word, but he nailed it.
“Both?”
“Yes. Is better. He has appointment on Wednesday. I always drive him.”
“Will you drive him this Wednesday, too?”
“I think so. I will talk to him tomorrow.”
Suddenly Miguel splashed some water in my direction. I looked up and he did it again. I splashed some water back and before I knew it we were playing in the water like two kids. I submerged myself completely and pulled him under by his leg. When we came up, he laughed, but he wanted to get me back. I ran back to shore as I could still stand in the water. I heard him follow me close behind. Suddenly I felt my Speedo being pulled down in the back. He had me. He pulled the Speedo down to my thighs while I tried to keep running. He smacked my exposed butt and laughed. I couldn’t contain my laughter either, as he put an arm around me and we walked back to the beach.
“Is OK to have naked butt here”, he said. “Nobody here.”
He pulled down his own Speedo and lay down on his towel naked. I did the same. We were lying in the sun. Miguel read my first book and I just closed my eyes and tanned. In the end we both dozed off for a while.
When we woke up, Miguel showed me what he had brought for lunch and he opened some cans of beer. We ate some sandwiches and drank a few beers. We talked and laughed and just hung out naked together. My crush on him was developing further. We stayed at the beach all day. By the end of the afternoon it was time to go and I decided to treat Miguel to dinner at the nice fish restaurant where I had been by myself earlier in the week. I parked the rental car at the villa, so we could change into something else. When Miguel came out wearing the tight black V-neck and the equally form-fitting light blue jeans, I could not stop staring at him.
“You look amazing!”
He smiled at me. His stubble looked just right and his smile made his brown eyes light up. He put his arms out and slowly turned a full 180 degrees, to show off his clothes, but to me, also his body. Then he walked toward me to hug me.
“Thanks again”, he said. As he pulled away he planted a kiss on my cheek. I was speechless as I looked at him.
“You also look very nice”, he commented. I was wearing a grey long sleeve shirt which was a darker grey in the sleeves, and black shorts.
“Thank you”, I looked down. I could feel my face turning red.
“Let’s go!”, Miguel exclaimed as he put an arm around me and we walked out of the villa.
At the restaurant, the wine was flowing. Because I still had to drive back from the beach, I had slowed down on the beer during the day. But now I was starting to feel a little tipsy. And so was Miguel. His English got worse really fast. He stumbled over his words and then couldn’t stop laughing at himself, which in turn kept on making me laugh. We had a great time with delicious food and lots of laughter. When we walked back, we had to hold on to each other for support. I could have sworn Miguel grabbed my butt at one point.
“Are you grabbing my butt?”, I asked.
“You have nice butt”, he replied.
I remember laughing.
When we got to the villa, I saw the stairs.
“I don’t know if I can make it up the stairs… I’m a bit wobbly”, I said.
Miguel just laughed. He took off his V-neck and left it on the sofa.
“Should I sleep on the sofa?”, I said.
“Noooo! That’s stupid. I help you”, Miguel said.
We slowly went up the stairs and walked into my bedroom, Miguel’s shirtless body inches away as my arm was wrapped around his neck.
Once I made it to my bed, Miguel laid next to me.
“Now I am tired”, he said.
“Thanks for a really fun day”, I told him as I looked at him laying there. He turned his head toward me and we looked at each other for a while. He then got closer and kissed me.
It was a kiss unlike any I had experienced. It was so passionate and tender, I got rock hard without touching myself. The kiss got more and more intense and soon enough we were taking off our clothes.
“You have beautiful body”, Miguel said as he breathed heavily and kissed my chest and nipples.
I moaned, but I could no longer resist. I saw the head of his fully erect 9’’ cock poke out the top of his white briefs. I bent forward and started sucking on it. Like everything else about him, his cock was perfect. When I pulled back his juicy foreskin, a wet and shiny cockhead appeared that was just the perfect mushroom-shape. I sucked on it as hard as I could.
After a while, Miguel pushed me away, probably because he was close to cumming. He put his hands on my face and kissed me again.
“Can I please put it in your butt?”, he then asked.
His cock was massive. I don’t think I had ever taken a cock this big and recently I had mostly topped, but I desperately wanted it.
“Please do”, I said.
When he entered me it was slow and gentle. Feeling my hole envelop his gorgeous cock, was such a turn-on, I was leaking precum the entire time. He topped me in such a sensual way, keeping a moderate pace but going deep. He was fucking me doggy style, but his entire body was on top of mine. His hand on my chest pulled me closer toward him. His moans were deep and guttural. I felt so close to him, so intimate, and so aroused. I was sweating profusely. His thrusts slowly got faster and soon enough I came without touching myself. It was the fuck of a lifetime.
He pulled out of me and I was desperate to swallow his cum. I pushed him so he would lay down and I gave him a blowjob to remember. When he came, his moans got higher and louder, seemingly surprised I swallowed his huge load. We kissed some more until we laid down, held each other tight and eventually fell asleep.
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