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Several years ago I was living in one of the larger cities in the central valley of California while working for the Department of Agriculture. Most of the people living there were Latino, and most of those were Mexican. I found them to be a warm and friendly people. My neighbors had accepted me into their community although I never hid the fact I was gay.
The people in the house next to the one I was renting rented out rooms and a converted garage to migrant workers. Over time one of their tenants was a young man named Diego. He was about five seven in height with a slim hard body. In my opinion, he was cute, but the great thing about him was his vibrant personality. He was always in a jovial mood, cracking jokes and full of laughter. At that time he was in his mid-twenties, but because of his boyish looks appeared to be younger.
We met one day when he was pushing a bicycle with a flat tire down the street. I stopped and offered him a ride to a shop to get the flat fixed. We clicked and over the next few months became friends, despite our age difference.
He was from a village in a western Mexican state and came from a very poor family. He told me about living in a hut made of sticks with no windows, and his mother cooking outdoors over an open fire. He talked about not ever having a girlfriend because he was way too poor.
Approximately two years after we met things had gotten very bad in the valley because of a prolonged drought. Someone told Diego about work in eastern Washington picking apples and he decided to try his luck.
For weeks after he left I found I missed him. I missed his bright outlook, his joy in life and his friendship. Ten months passed, and one Friday around mid-day Diego knocked on my door. He was returning from an extended visit to his home in Mexico and was on his way back to Washington.
We talked and then he asked if he could leave his things at my place while he went and looked up some old friends. I, of course, said yes. It was after eight that evening when he reappeared. I asked if he was hungry but he said he had eaten dinner with the family he used to rent from. He asked if he could take a shower and took clean clothes into the bathroom.
When he came out I asked if he wanted to spend the night at my place, and he gratefully accepted, as he had no other options. I then suggested we go out on the town. I had recently discovered a popular Mexican bar with great music and a really nice clientele.
We went there and started kicking back beers. After five I decided since I was driving I’d better slow down, but Diego was having a good time and kept on chugging them. By closing time he was pretty wasted so we headed home.
In my living room there is a sofa sleeper, so I pulled that open and made it up with fresh sheets while Diego was in the bathroom. I had earlier warned him that my living room was flooded with light at night with the street light in front of the house and the two big windows that fronted the house. I had hoped he would suggest sleeping in the bed with me, but I knew that wasn’t going to happen. When he came out of the bath he sat on the edge of the mattress and pulled off his shoes and socks, and then sat there not knowing what to do or say, waiting for me to give him some privacy.
I bid him goodnight and retreated to my bedroom. It took me a while to fall asleep, and then an hour later I awoke and couldn’t get back to sleep. I fitfully tossed, tearing up the bed, until the bed became intolerable. I got up and went into the living room with no plan or thought of why or what I was going to do.
Diego was asleep on his stomach, one arm by his side, the other crooked above his head. His right leg was pulled up so his foot was even with his left knee. All this was clearly visible from the streetlight streaming through the windows, illuminating his naked body from just below his shoulders. Yes, I said naked body. I wouldn’t have been surprised if he had been wearing boxers or briefs, but the sight of his naked smooth tapered back, bubble butt and muscular legs made my head spin.
I shed my pajamas, walked over to the foot of the mattress and climbed onto it. I lay with my face just below his ass and gently spread his butt cheeks, exposing his asshole, several shades darker than his light brown skin. Without compunction I buried my face in his ass, licking several inches up and down his crack, placing the flat of my tongue on his hole and then forcing the tip of my tongue into the tight opening as far as it would go. When I pulled back I saw the tip of his cock was visible under his balls. I moved down and licked his balls and as much of his cock as I could get to. It was hard.
I then moved up and to his side, lightly pushing him so he rolled onto his side, making his cock completely available. It was about five inches long and nicely fat, with a generous amount of foreskin. I took it into my mouth and gently sucked it, sliding my head back and forth. He let out a muffled groan and placed a hand on my head, at first in a feeble attempt to stop me, and then in a grip to make sure I couldn’t stop.
I’d guess we continued for ten minutes or so, and then he wordlessly pulled me up, pushed me onto my stomach and got over me, spreading my legs with his. He tried to find my asshole with his cock but I had to reach back and guide his cock to its target. In one push he drove it in to its full extent, paused for a few seconds, and then proceeded to fuck me full force.
I had loved sucking on his juicy cock, and I was loving his hard hot rod being jammed in and out of my willing ass. Perhaps because of being drunk, or maybe it was his nature, he pounded me for a good twenty minutes, but I was in no hurry for him to stop. In my mind was the thought, the vision, of my beautiful, small, dark friend fucking me good and hard.
When he came he forcefully expelled his breath as he rammed his cock in, shot a load, pulled back and did it again five or six times. He then collapsed on my back and lay there until his heart beat subsided and his cock softened and slipped out. He rolled off me and onto his side. I turned to face him, and the first time either of us had spoken, asked if I could sleep there. He shook his head no. I got up, gathered my pajamas and returned to my bed.
When I woke up it was clear much of the morning had passed. I lay there reflecting on how a door had been opened. I wondered if we could have sex before breakfast or if he would stay an extra day or two, hoping he’d change his plans to leave on Sunday. I got out of bed and went into the bathroom and took a morning piss, splashed water on my face and brushed my teeth, thinking Diego was probably hung over, feeling shitty and in need of a strong coffee.
I went into the living room… and he was gone. There was no suitcase, no note, no Diego.
I never heard from him again.
Except for names, location and a few minor details, this story is basically true.
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