I grudgingly made that trek home from Caltech to Ventura for Christmas this year. Mom and dad had been on the warpath for god knows how long -- and my siblings and I have been dragging out our little infantile disagreements for years, as well. But we were all there trying to make the very best of a rather foul situation. We got through Christmas day with a reasonable degree of civility, and after the usual 3pm Christmas day meal everyone scattered their own way. I was hiding up in my room trolling on the internet, horny and bored, and missing my girl, Tricia. We'd had a fight just before the holiday. She had wanted me to travel all the way to Maine for a rustic, country holiday. And I smirked that Christmas can be kinda rustic in Central California, too. She told me to go fuck myself and left school a day before I departed for up here. And she now she wasn't answering her cell phone or any of my emails. Fucking bitch! I'm horny. Really horny. Hey, I'm 20 years old - and I got to have it - as often as fuckin' possible! And I'm not the kind of guy who gets totally satisfied just from whacking off. I've got a DNA complex - my "Dick Needs Attention" - somebody else's attention. And lately, I've been getting a damn good nut whenever I whack off to one of those Bi-Boy flics when I'm watching some guy's ass pounding into a chick's wet twat. Hot damn! The sight of that is really starting to turn my ass on. Or maybe I should say that I've, lately, been giving myself permission to let it turn me on. And my brain has been filled with all kinds of smoking thoughts about how it would feel fucking some guy's tight, hot, sticky, hairy asshole.

All day I've been telling myself that I wasn't going to that lame Xmas club party tonight where my brother is gigging as DJ. But I can't git my stiff prick to relax. It needs some real expert attention. I was just going to sleep-in tonight and then head back down to Pasadena for school tomorrow morning, and bang around campus til New Year's Eve. The town is exceptionally freaky this time of the year. I'm sure there'd be some co-ed sluts sluttin' around on campus to get me off. But I've jerked off twice today and I'm still getting' stiff, leaky and itchy. I don't think I can wait until tomorrow. So here I am, changing into some cool threads and getting ready to head out to that hip hop bash down at the Rapp Shaque on the edge of town. I'm not really into hip-hop music, but I'm really itching for a meeting with somebody who can please my frisky boner, real good. So, into my wallet I slipped three raincoats, and off I went.

It was a clear night; cool, not cold, about 55 degrees, and I took the short cut past the allotments and the garages, then on past the cinemas. It was about 9:00pm when I arrived at the Shaque. All the flashy chickies looked about 16 or 17 and not very free-spirited. I only recognized one of the dudes in the crows. He was from back in my Middle School days before dad sent me off to private school.

It was hot and stuffy in that dome-roofed, dimly-lit cavernous room, so I undid the top two buttons of my shirt, and stood around the edges of the groups of people to watch the action.

To tell the truth, after twenty minutes, I was pretty damned bored by it all. Most of the kids looked just a little too republican for me, and thought about heading on out to a club over in Salinas. But as I turned my head from watching the door for a prospective slut, I heard loud, sensuous laughter coming from one corner of the room. I noticed a small party of really attractive people with cans of beer that were getting kinda excited for some reason. My eyes fell instantly on one of the guys there, in particular. He seemed to be sitting slightly apart from the rest, if only in attitude. What was most striking about him, even at a distance, was a full head of black curly hair, and a radiant golden face that was contrasted by the light-colored shirt and faded dark jeans. He seemed to glow, eclipsing all those around him, and soon became a powerful, commanding magnet that slowly drew me toward him.

In a dreamy, almost robotic state, I found myself gradually moving further and further down the side of the room until I was almost opposite him. My heart seemed to literally melt when I saw up-close just how damn good looking he actually was. I'd never seen a guy that naturally and un-offensively handsome. He had broad shoulders, an extremely good, strong and intelligent face, without the slightest trace of vanity. And his faded worn jeans fitted over his strong elegant legs perfectly. Believe it or not, I came damn close to being jealous of those jeans. He appeared to be 20-something, and sort of looked like a trained athlete; yet, he was so damn unassuming and natural. As he leaned back on his chair, his short shirt inched up a bit to expose parts of a bronzed, washboard abdomen, and a thin streak of glossy dark hair running down and disappearing below his navel. I heard myself offer an involuntary gasp, as I felt the intense pain of my rigid, twitching cock. It was then I realized that I was totally aroused by this guy. Damn! No guy in real-time had ever given me such a "cat-can't-scratch-it" hardon. As I said, I'd watched a few of those bi-flics and had gotten some steel-hard woodys looking at some of those awesome-looking macho dudes. But the guys I come in contact with in daily life are just plain, ordinary, everyday dudes, and they don't stir my juices. But this guy had my head and my dick reeling like a carnival Ferris wheel, with lights a flashing and calliope playing.

I grabbed a chair and leaned back up against the wall with my legs wide apart; my dick was so damn hard that I had to give it as much room as possible in my jeans. I began watching him as inconspicuously as possible. I just couldn't take my eyes off him. It was the first time I'd seen anything beyond ordinary. Two girls in the group were yakking at him non-stop, but he didn't seem interested. I really don't even think he wasn't even listening to them. In fact, he appeared to be a bit uncomfortable. Other guys in the group were all laughing, joking and clowning amongst themselves. He was just glancing occasionally at the girls as they chatted away, offering them a polite smile when appropriate, and pretty much just nonchalantly looking around the room.

Then, suddenly --- he turned his head in my direction. Our eyes met. We were both startled for what seemed like a lifetime and then we quickly looked away. Then our eyes locked again - and we once again quickly looked away -- and then again, and again. Each time we would remain just a little bit longer in each other's gaze, until I finally dared to smile across at him - and man, he returned me a real dazzler! Whoa! My heart, honestly, skipped a beat and began thundering in my chest. I could hear it in my ears; the sound of it seemed to be filling the entire room. It was racing like I'd just finished the NYC marathon. Wow, what excitement. What a rush! But, what the hell do I do next?

Amid all the noise and the music and high energy of the club, our furtive exchanges went completely unnoticed, and so did my getting up and crossing the floor toward the Men's room. I think that was what I was supposed to do.

The urinal was a long metal trough, and there were already a row of three dudes standing there. I went down to the far end because I didn't want any of them seeing my raging boner. But before I whipped it out, they had finished and left me standing there alone. I heard the door open again. Was it him? Nope. This happened twice more - and then finally he appeared and stood down there at the far end of the trough about twelve feet away. I waited until the two other guys left, then, I looked him square in the eye and motioned for him to follow me. I walked past him in the Men's room, out cross the dance floor, and on outside to the front of the club. When he appeared a few minutes later, I walked quickly down behind the club, across the parking lot, and we finally stepped out of sight of everyone.

I had no idea what I was doing, but had seen it once in Bel Ami flic. And it was like totally hot. I was on a really new, exciting, mind-bending adventure, and somehow knew the outcome was going to be awesome.

"Hi..I'm Jeremy! You can calla me Jerry." I said when we'd reached the small park, adjacent to the club.

"Silvio.." he replied, and immediately moved in close to me, tightly gripping my waist and pressing his hot, full-lipped mouth hard against mine. Damn. For a second there I couldn't breathe. Couldn't move. Damn near felt faint. But quickly he relaxed, and instead of the fierce aggression, I felt the warm softness of that eager mouth. Our lips began sliding and sucking on each others, and I put my arms around that well developed chest. We began to squirm hard against each other and his huge hands moved down to my burning asscheeks. "You are very nice" he said, with a slight Latino accent. Again he savagely pulled me to him and our stiff trembling cocks were grinding and dueling against each other through our jeans.

"Let's get away from here," I said, "we can go into the woods."

"No," he said, kissing my neck. "But I know of a place - but I must tell my friends."

"Tell them what?' I asked, somewhat alarmed.

"That I will be back late." He grinned, "No problem."

He ran off leaving me wondering if he would return; but was back again in no time flat. "We can go where I work", he said, dazzling me with that killer smile of his, again, beckoning me to follow him.

I followed him down a road behind the club to a lane leading to a Lumberyard with a huge metal fence around it. I knew about the place but had never been in. The back fence at the side was near the railway line and behind some bushes there was a gap. We squeezed in, and once inside, entered a huge shed opened at both ends. The shed had massive walls of timber stacked high on shelving at different levels. Walking on through, we finally reached a secluded area of the lumber yard, where sat a mobile home next to a brick building. Silvio turned around to face me, giving me another one of those radiant, million-dollar smiles. Putting his arms around my shoulders, he began kissing me with all that hot, savage Latino passion again. His masculine sexual energy was unbelievable. I had never felt this "sexy" before in my life.

Don't know what the hell came over me, but I began pressing my tongue against his lips. I was actually itching to be French-kissed by a dude. Well, at least by this dude. This Silvio dude. What a name. When he had murmured it earlier, my entire body shivered with gooseflesh.

He quickly responded to the pressure of my intruding tongue by opening his mouth to invite me in for some deeper, wetter, kissing. Damn it was good!

Then he backed off, and bent down to search for a key hidden beneath the trailer. And in a flash, we were inside. Silvio switched on a small desk lamp.

The trailer, though a bit scruffy, had everything - water and electricity [from the main brick office building], a shower cubicle with electric shower, and at one end of the space, a single bed. It was perfectly dry, but a bit cool, and Silvio switched on a heater fan.

"This is for security guards," he began, "But business is bad. I knew the key was hidden there, and I..."

With my asshole twitching, my balls itching and cock stretching beyond its eight inch length, I sure as hell didn't want to hear any more explanations -- so I put a finger gently on his lips and with my left hand I undid the top button of his jeans. Looking directly into his eyes again, I smiled at him. His expression all at once became rather serious, and I knew then that things were about to take their own course. We were standing on a rug near the bed and, as we began kissing again, he undid the buttons on my shirt. Then he pulled off his own T-shirt. I pulled the belt from my jeans and threw it down, followed by my shirt.

As he glanced at me as a smoldering loving fire began flickering and glowing in his beautiful eyes. Damn, my self-confidence shot to ten plus. I'm not so bad looking at 5'9", with brown hair, gray eyes, a fairly trim athletic build, with well-developed chest and stomach muscles from swimming and all my rugby and squash playing -- but Silvio was far and above any dude I've ever seen -- even in the best of those Lucas or Bel Ami sex flics.

We were standing there, face-to-face, bare-topped, exactly the same perfect height. Silvio was as excited by me as I was by him. His tanned, slightly- haired chest was perfectly muscled. It taped to a perfectly trim waist. My heart began thundering again as I watched his dark eyes narrow with sensuous intent. I was stoked at the idea of what the hell he was about to do. Quickly I moved in and began kissing his face and neck and gliding my fingers through his thick, unbelievably lustrous hair. My cock hadn't been this rockhard during arousal since I was 14. My rigid boner was doing some intense prancing and dancing in my rather confining jeans. Mercifully, Silvio finally lowered my zipper to find my stiff, quivering, very leaky, cock.

Seemingly in a dreamlike scenario, Silvio dropped to his knees, and gently took my sweaty, rigid meat into his warm, wet mouth, and began to hungrily suck. I let out a scream as my whole body began shaking with quick rushes of dizzying excited joy. The titillating feelings came in waves as I felt as if floated about in space. What a feeling. His hot wet tongue and lips began working together as he took the whole length of my cock deep into his mouth. My hands crazily caressed, pulled and massaged his thick, silken hair, as I encouraged him to take me deeper, deeper; ever deeper into that pleasurable fiery, Latino cave. His head was moving rapidly on me, devouring, sucking me, caressing and loving me. The slick, wet, steamy friction of his throat muscles on my sensitive knob was driving me totally out of my fucking mind.

All I could say was "Damn, Silvio! Silvio, Damn!"

I felt my face burning red with devouring passion, and my legs were trembling and seemed to be getting weaker. He knew I was about to shoot, and slowed down just a bit to give me the most awesome, most gratifying, orgasm ever. I was experiencing pure, rapturous, unimaginable pleasure. My cum jettisoned and splattered deeply into him, and he was actually swallowing it; swallowing every mouthful. I had tried to ease out of his mouth before my balls exploded, but both his huge hands fiercely clutched my asscheeks and slammed my body deep inside his throat. I felt every contraction of his larynx as he swallowed each and every ejaculated ounce. Gradually his sucking motion became gentle licking as he washed his tongue around my still spasming cock in his mouth. Soon the gentle licking became gentle kisses as he let the semi-erect meat slip from between his lips.

Getting to his feet, he looked me in the eyes and smiled. Gently he brushed the layer of perspiration from my forehead into my hair. I believe there were tears in my eyes, as I said, "Man...let me do that for you."

He made no reply. But I undid his button fly, and removed his jeans. There before me stood the most perfect physical specimen I'd ever seen, wearing only white briefs and white socks. My eyes feasted on him, marveling at the lines and curves of his perfectly sculpted physique. It was my turn now, and I wanted to give him the same over-the-top experience he had just given me.

I began kissing him as I led him to the bed. He lay down on the bed, his handsome head resting on the pillow. I lay next him a little further down, and with the excitement of a brat on Christmas morning, I slowly slid his white briefs over his hips and down over his unbelievably beautiful legs. Then, all dizzy and heady from the tantalizing aroma of his hairy bush, my face moved closer and closer to my objective. Man, oh, man. I had never sniffed a scent as ball-twitching and brain-stirring as that. My eyes once again began to water with raw, blind lust.

His cock was about the same length and shape as mine, but slightly thicker, and uncircumcised. His wet, purple head peeked out of the foreskin at me, lustily inviting me to take my pleasure. Instantly my eager tongue stabbed and licked at the juices there. Slowly he turned on his side slightly towards me as I began rubbing my nose in that silky thicket of sweat-soaked black pubes. We both began moaning at the same time as his cock started to stretch and thrash about -- and then, seemed to leap instinctively into salivating mouth. Holy shit! At last I was sucking a gorgeous guy's cock. Been thinking about it since I was 14, but never had the nerve. I took to the chore at hand like a fish to water. Every perverted trick that my imagination had suggested to me all these years got to be acted out -- and Silvio was loving every scalding minute of it. I was especially stoked by the feeling I was getting from giving another guy total sexual pleasure. Damn! I was already just as hard as I was before I shot my load a few minutes ago. The unique thrill of being completely in control of this macho Latino guy was totally pumping me up. He was writhing and squirming on the bed; his head wildly thrashing from one side to the other, uttering low, gutteral sounds in Spanish. Then he started grunting and hissing and calling me "bebe". What a feeling! What a fucking feeling! With each of his thrusts into my mouth I relaxed my throat more and more, until I was able to actually deep throat his thick, rampaging boner. The first effort to take his full length caused a gag reflex. Because more than anything else in this wacky world, I wanted Silvio's perfect cock deep, deep, deep, inside me. His cock was alive in my mouth. It seemed to take on a personality all its own. It seemed to be celebrating an intent independent of its gorgeous owner. I began humming with a contentment that I'd never before known, as I surrendered to a perfect rhythm where Silvio and I seemed to become one with each other in the universe. It was if we two were of one purpose, of one consciousness, of one goal. It was weird; but weird in a positive way. I can't really explain it -- I never felt that way before.

The excitement escalated even more when I suddenly felt those perfectly sculpted legs came flying up around my neck, and tightly lock there. He seemed to be trying to shove his entire hot, sweaty body up into my welcoming, very grateful, mouth. And the mesmerizing musky scent that sweetly rose from his body with that movement sent waves of shivering excitement throughout my already over-stimulated body. My eager hands rushed down to squeeze and massage those big hairy nuts of his, as well as slide my finger in between those two hot, sweat-soaked asscheeks. That only served to heighten his crazed sexual arousal. His hands flew down to the top of my head and began to gently tangle his fingers in my hair, as he began chanting, "Oh yes, Oh, yes. Oh yes, Jeremy. You are so nice, Papito. You are so nice"

Does life get any better than this I heard myself thinking, as his legs tightly squirmed around my neck, his hands heatedly shoving my sweaty head down on his humping cock, as his cock's lusty face-fucking grew more and more frenetic. All too soon his body started to twitch and tremble wildly, his guttural cries of delight sounded almost angelic, and his body was emitting an aromatic sexual scent that made me fall in love with the whole world. Yup, he was about shoot his Latino load.

"I'm gonna cum, man! I'm gonna cum!" he began shouting, trying to disentangle himself from around my neck. But I swiftly clutched him around waist and held him tightly there in place while he ravenously filled me up. He kicked, and squirmed, and shouted and humped, while he generously offered me my first grateful taste of man juice.

For several minutes afterward we just lie there. Everything seemed so safe and cozy in the trailer. Despite the possible risk-element, I felt safe and alive for the first time in a very long time. Silvio had locked the door from the inside and no one would know we were there. I slid up beside my Latin lover and we lay there together on the top sheet; his arm around my shoulder, my head on his chest. His heart was quiet now and I began slowly massaging his pecs. Without stopping me, he turned slightly on his side so I could look him in the eyes, and kissed me tenderly on the lips and asked, "Why were you at the club tonight?"

"Just looking to get some hot play before I went back to school tomorrow", I replied.

"All the girls were looking at you, and you were only looking at me. Why? You don't look gay." said Silvio.

After thinking for a minute, I said "Neither do you. But when I saw you, I kinda went nuts. And then when you smiled at me..Wow!...I thought, what the hell, I'm gonna get me some of that. I was scared as hell. I never did it with a guy before. But then you're not just any guy, huh?" I continued, while nibbling at one of his huge nipples.

"This is the first time I had sex with a man, too". said Silvio.

"No way!" I said, totally surprised, "This is too great!"

"You never been fucked by a man before, either?", Silvio asked, almost apologetically.

"Hell, no!" I said. "Never had a fantasy about that"

"I have a fantasy." he said, "Would you like to show me? Would you like to show me how it feels to be fucked?"

My pecker stiffened ever harder and it began twitching furiously between my legs, "Hell, yeah!" I heard myself shouting out as if somebody had just asked me if I wanted a 2008 Ferrari GTB Fiorano. That's what I'd wanted for Christmas, but, hell, this is just as good, if not better!