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Subject: Amigos? Please donate to fty to ensure they can maintain the site and the quality content we all enjoy. Thanks for reading. I really enjoy your feedback. Please let me know what you think. ============================================== I am single and I travel for work and am often on a given assignment for a month or more. My employer always placed us in an extended stay hotel that gave you a suite. They also gave us $60 a day per diem. I tried to save as much of that as possible to splurge on personal travel. I made most of my meals and if I did eat out, it was quick and cheap. That’s how I found “Cookout,” It’s a chain of burger joints in the Carolinas. They have a great vinegar BBQ platter. There was one not far from my hotel and I would go there a couple of times a week. The drive thru here stayed busy. They would open a second line, but not in a fancy way like Chick-fil-hate does. Their version was manned by their kitchen staff who would ask what you wanted and then take your cash or card inside to be processed. It was awkward at best. These guys spoke little English, and I could speak little Spash. These guys were always super fit without being lug heads. Their uforms were black jeans and a black polo. It was always the same three or four young men working the second line. After about three weeks, I had learned a couple of their names. One was especially sexy. He always smelled great– I recogzed it as D not the first time that has happened. The others resumed their conversation and Ricky just looked at me smiling. I waited a second and said, “Well, buenos noches.” Ricky said something that sounded like, “Vemos es semana.” I smiled and drove off. This was a brutal work week, and by Wednesday I was beat-down tired. Rather than fix dinner, I decided to run thru Cookout and go home and relax. Of course, the queue of cars was long, and they were operating the second line. As I pulled up, Ricky approached me with a huge smile. I ordered my BBQ and he left with my card. Moments later he reappeared to hand me my card and bag of food. He then reached in his pocket and handed me a slip of paper that had his name and phone number scrawled on it. He said, “Amigos?” and followed it with “No work at ten.” I smiled and said awkwardly, “Cool.” I drove off. I got to the hotel and ate my dinner, watched a little television. I was getting horny and decided I would jerk-off then go to bed. I used my laptop to stream a porno to the TV. My cock was coming to life, and I began to think of Ricky. Why would he give me his number? I was in my late thirties, and he appeared to be mid-twenties. Fine, if you must know, I was 40. Ricky was way hotter than me, and I am sure he could get with who he wanted. No matter what I thought though, I kept coming back to, “but he gave me his number.” I grabbed the slip of paper from the key dish near the door. I decided to text him. I tried to use the Spash words I knew and hoped it wasn’t offensive. “Thanks for the nombre. This is Joe.” I know now I should have said “numero.” A few moments s passed, “DING” He replied with a heart emoji. I followed that with a phrase I did know, “Hablo espanol un pequito.” He used emojis a lot to convey his message. Another few moments passed, and he texted that he was done at 10, followed by “hang out?” “Toght?” `Si.” What kind of hanging out did he mean? If he wanted to fuck around, I was interested. But just hanging out, I was tired and would rather sleep. “DING” Another message arrived, “Please” Throwing caution to the wind, I responded, “Donde?” “Su casa.” “Okay.” I sent him the address and hoped for the best. I then tried to ask if he liked beer, “Cerveza?” “Si.” This hotel cleaned your rooms daily, so the place wasn’t messy. I hopped in the shower so I could be fresh no matter what happened. As the clock neared ten, I grew more anxious. I heard a knock on the door. I looked at the clock. It was 10:15. I answered the door, and there stood Ricky with one of his friends, each holding a six pack of kocaeli escort Pacifico. He pointed to the buddy and said, “Pablo.” Confused as hell as to what was going on, I motioned them in. I pointed to the fridge, and they put their beer in, but kept one each. I tried to apologize– I wasn’t asking them for beer, I just wanted to make sure they liked it. Between the three of us, we were able to hold a relatively decent conversation. The awkwardness of the language barrier eased the awkwardness of what else may or may not be going on. We sat there for a bit talking. We each went through a few of beers. To be honest I was on my fifth as I started when I got home earlier. We were actually having fun. They explained their living situation. They were in a house with five other men from Quito. They were also telling me crazy stories about their work that kept me laughing. It seemed the more at ease we became, the more we could understand each other. Pablo was telling a story and started laughing so hard he was coughing. He slapped Ricky’s thigh a couple of times like friends would do, but then left his hand there. They were both beautiful men and I was feeling horer and horer. Pablo asked to use my bathroom and I told him it was through the other room and to the left. As he walked out of the room, Ricky nodded to the TV and asked, “You watch a movie?” With very little inhibition, I shook my fist in the jerking motion and said, “Yes.” He lit up like a Christmas tree. About that time Pablo came back in the room and they chatted quickly in Spash. Too quick for me to understand but Ricky nodded towards me, then the TV. I said, “No fair! C’mon.” They giggled and sat back on the sofa. This time they each put a hand on the other’s thigh. Ricky said, “Show me” as he nodded again to the television. “Oh, no! You don’t want that.” Pablo chimes in, “Si!” “Yes, we see,” said Ricky. I said, “It’s men.” “Si! Men.” Pablo shook his head in agreement. I said, “No, es…. es…. momento.” I grabbed my phone and looked for the word “homosexual” in Spash. Turns out its still “homosexual.” I picked back up, “No, es homosexual.” But I did try to make the word sound Spash. Again, they laughed and said, “Si! Si!,” and “Show! Por favor!” Fuck it. I stood and walked over to the TV to make sure the cord was connected, and to fire up the laptop. I am one of the rare men who pays for porn. So, I surfed to one of my favorite sites and clicked play on a favorite movie that I thought may appeal to them– “Latin Loads.” I went to sit down, and Ricky said, “Luces,” and pointed to the overhead lights. I reached next to the door and clicked the switch. As I went to sit down. Ricky has shifted on the couch and patted next to him, “Here.” I plopped down next to them. Earlier I had tried to be conscientious of my shorts and the possibility of a boner. But if we were going to watch some porn, I was going to be comfortable. I stretched out my legs in a manspreading kind of way. My left knee was pressed against Ricky’s leg. The movie starts off with some serious cocksucking. The tops in this series have massive dicks and the bottoms know how to please. The top had a few tattoos, and the bottom was smooth and ink free. He was devouring that cock. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Pablo adjusting his package with his left hand and squeezing Ricky’s thigh. I glanced at Ricky who was looking at me at that moment. I raised my eyebrows and asked, “Novia?” while motiong to he and Pablo. “Novio. Si.” “Nice,” I replied and smiled. Ricky put his right hand on my thigh and squeezed. I was bit bigger than these two guys; both were about 5’6″ and trim. I was 5’11”, about 200lbs, and rocked a dad bod. Pablo leaned over and kissed Ricky. I could hear the sounds of a deep tongue kiss. Ricky broke away and turned to me and leaned in kissing my neck. I turned my head, and he caught my lips, pushing his tongue into my mouth. I know I moaned with pleasure. When we broke kissing and I opened my eyes, I could see Pablo kocaeli escort bayan was undoing his black jeans. I murmured “Fuck yeah.” He exposed a pair of black briefs with a silver waist band. He had on Papi underwear. He pushed his hand under the waistband and began to rub his cock. Ricky turned slightly and reached for the drawstring on my shorts. He found it not tied. He stretched the waist band out and tried hooking it under my balls. He ran his right hand through my trimmed pubes and down the inside of my thigh. He lifted my ball sack as he brought his hand back and to his own waistband. He opened the top of his pants, and I could see an Andrew Christian waistband. These guys weren’t as innocent as I may have thought. He returned his hand to my thigh but twisted to kiss Pablo again. Ricky used his left hand to grasp Pablo’s uncut cock and squeeze as it grew in his hand. I noticed he ran his thumb under that foreskin and across the head, smearing that precum. Ricky was swelling to an impressive size. His shaft was thick like a club. As the blood filled his cock, we could see hints of that purple head oozing precum. Ricky brought his thumb to his mouth and sucked it clean. That was enough for me, and I turned his head and kissed him again, hoping to taste Pablo’s seed. I lifted my ass off the sofa and slipped my shorts down and kicked them free of my feet. Pablo used his feet to kick off his shoes, and then did the same. Ricky leaned down kissing Pablo’s cock, then turng and doing the same to me. He took our cocks, one in the left hand and one in the right, and began vigorously stroking us. In college, we referred to this as “the bitch downhill skiing.” The tv screen was filled with a close up of the top eating the ass of the other guy. The pink tongue against that caramel-colored skin…fuck! I lifted my shirt over my head and pitched it across the room. Both Ricky and Pablo followed suit. I put my hand behind Ricky’s head and guided him to my pple. When our skin touched, he felt like he was on fire. His skin was so hot. Pablo began saying something. Ricky released our cocks and stood to take his jeans off. Pablo scooted towards me, and I get the signal I should do the same. Ricky was standing in front of us only wearing black footie socks. He dropped to his knees and took a cock in each hand. He dove in on Pablo’s thick dick, moang as he swallowed it to the root. Pablo thrust his head back with closed eyes and was speaking in Spash. I couldn’t quite understand him, but I did pick out the repeated use of “Dios.” Ricky pulled off and licking his lips, turned his attention to my cock. He ran his tongue around the head before taking me fully in his mouth. The wet heat that enveloped my cock was almost more than I could take. I could feel Ricky curl his tongue and tease the underside of my shaft as he rose up and down. I massaged his head as I ran my fingers through his thick, raven hair. Pablo was tweaking my pples and pinching them as Ricky worked his magic. How did I get so fucking lucky? Ricky grasped my hips and seemed to plant my cock in his throat. He was going deep, and it was getting sloppy wet, just the way I love it. Pablo slid to the floor next to Ricky. He leaned in and for a moment they went up and down my cock with their lips touching. Pablo set up on his knees and with his right hand, he pulled me down to a deep passionate kiss. Our tongues wrestled with amal lust. He pulled back and he began again in Spash. He was rubbing Ricky’s back and said something about “cabeza de gato.” I recogzed the word for “cat,” but I didn’t understand the context. Was he calling one of us a “pussy?” I don’t care what he called me as long as Ricky was on my rod. Pablo scooted further back and leaned in to lick Ricky’s hole. I could feel Ricky shiver when Pablo’s tongue first passed his hole. It must have been good as he snorted around my cock. Pablo lifted Rocky’s hips, putting him in a standing position for better access to that rosebud. Ricky began a squatting rhythm as izmit escort he bounced on Pablo’s face. The three of us were moang and grunting like no tomorrow. Pablo said something. Ricky pulled up and kissed me, pushing his tongue as far in my mouth as it would go. I could taste my precum on his tongue. He pulled back and turned around. Pablo was now standing and Ricky dove down on his cock and wiggled his ass to me. I don’t need a written invitation. I lurched forward and planted my whole mouth on that wet hole. Pablo was clearly a great rimmer. Ricky’s ass was relaxed, and he was pushing back to get my tongue deeper in his hole. I stayed in that ass for a minute or two. Pablo locked his eyes on me and said, “Fuck Ricky.” He repeated, “You fuck.” I pushed lightly on Ricky’s ass and they both scooted backwards. I stood up, spit in my hand to wet my cock, and lined it up with Ricky’s hole. Before I could even adjust my dick to his height, this little cock slut pushes back on my rod. I could feel the release of tension as I passed that tight ring. The velvet intensity of this hole took my breathe away. I gasped for air. Ricky continued to push back. I had no clue what was Pablo was saying, but I knew it was nasty, and I loved it. I took Ricky’s hips in my hand and began to ram into him. He met every thrust by slamming back. This was pig sex. Amal fucking. With my cock in his hole, I leaned forward to kiss Pablo. He leaned forward but not close enough to kiss. He held his mouth open. I looked at him and he mimed spitting. I said, “No.” “Si.” And he leaned forward again. Lust took over and I spit into his mouth. It’s not my thing, but if gets them off, who am I to refuse? Pablo pulled out of Ricky’s throat and came to beside me. He leaned over and when I would pull back, he would spit on Ricky’s hole and my cock. I had never had this happen before. It was so dirty and so fucking hot. I was sweating, and knew I was close. Pablo’s hand was on my ass and pushing me deeper into Ricky. I felt my toes curl and my thighs stiffen. I knew I was going to cum. I went to pull back, but Pablo pushed me back in. I kept saying, “I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum!” With a hand on Ricky’s hips and another on my ass, Pablo leaned slightly and bit down on my left pple. I began to flood Ricky’s hole. I shook as I squeezed my eyes shut and saw stars. I could feel the wetness around my cock as my load leaked out. I literally collapsed back on the couch. Pablo leaned over and kissed me, and Ricky flipped around to take my cock in his mouth. Damn, these dudes were dirty! Pablo pulled away and moved to kneel behind Ricky. I could hear him slurping the remnants of my load. He stood suddenly and rammed his cock deep into Ricky. They were grunting and saying things I did not understand. This was primal. Ricky’s head lifted back and for the first time I saw his uncut cock dripping. Pablo began grunting, he slammed a couple of times then froze in place. He murmured Spash as he also unloaded in Ricky. Pablo trembled in ecstasy. He lifted Ricky’s torso and turned his head so they could kiss. As Ricky leaned back, his own hard cock bounced in front of me. I leaned forward and took his unsheathed head in my mouth. Damn, this man tasted good! It took barely three or four pumps on his ample cock before he filled my mouth with his own load. I savored every drop. Both Ricky and Pablo fell around me on the sofa, and we lay tangled, making out for a good while. I may have even drifted off to sleep for a bit. I looked to the clock on the wall. It was 2:15am. Pablo had his head back and his eyes closed but he was stroking Ricky’s back. For his part, Ricky was playing with my cock. I shifted in my seat and they both roused. “Guys, I think I need to get to bed.” “Yes” Ricky said, and they both stood and began to gather their clothes. I stood and stretched in my nakedness as they were slipping on their shoes. They moved to the door, and I followed them. Pablo went to open it, and I reached over and pushed it shut, pulling them both into a sensual tongue kiss. We gently ran our hands over each other. They pulled back and Ricky looked at me and said, “Thank you.” “Do not thank me!” He crinkled his nose and asked “Again?” I said, “Si.”

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