You're Just a Friend

Jose and I met during volunteer sessions at the neighborhood recreation center. The Latino "bear daddy" with a bald head, and thick, salt and pepper mustache would lead music programs for the senior citizens, and I monitored intramural basketball sessions with the youth when one day our paths crossed. He noticed the difference in my accent, and I shared that I was born and raised in Virginia, transplanted to New Jersey after accepting a job. We liked each other from the jump, with him growing fond of me as I wasn't like most of the staff at the center that were obnoxious and overly rude. One day he invited me out to dinner as he treated me to a Cuban restaurant. The food was delicious, he loved my company, and then we ended up at his place after to have one too many mojitos before allowing me to fuck his throat. The 65-year-old grandfather made my toes curl as I damn near fell in love from the workings of his jaw.

"You don't have to hold on to that, papi," he said to me after.

For three weeks up until that moment, I hadn't cum, and he was hinting I didn't need to move around "backed up" like I did.

We'd get together regularly after, having dinner, or going to a ball game to precede him getting on his knees for a throat coaxing. Six months in and Memorial Day was rolling around as the gateway to the hot summer.

"Hey chico. I'm throwing a barbecue at my place," he told me days before. "You should come, maybe meet some of my friends and family."

I liked our little arrangement, but we mutually agreed that this wasn't a relationship, of any sort.

"You're a friend," he told me when I reminded him of that. "I can't invite another friend over?"

The morning of the barbecue, I rode with him, and one of his grandsons to grab meat from a butcher shop. I helped them set things up, and left once he began food preparation, with him making me promise to be on time.

"If you're not, you'll miss out on my special ribs," he said before I walked out the door.

I made it home to a text from him, telling me how much he appreciated my help.

"Papi's gonna take good care of you later," I read, and I couldn't help but harden as I heard his voice when reading the text.

"And don't touch that pinga until later on. I want to savor every bit of juice you have for me."

I did what I was told, for Jose pleased me better than any man, or either one of my hands. I changed clothes to hit the gym, did a rigorous workout, then headed home to shower, and relax a bit prior to going back to his place. I made it at the time he prescribed, and already he was serving up food from the grill, with his ribs evident across many plates I saw. He introduced me to his kids, and some of his grands, that were present before pointing me in the direction of the beer.

"Five minutes chico, and I'll have a slab for you," he yelled from the grill area.

Jose, donning a chef's hat with the Cuban flag on it, was dancing to the groove of music while slaving over the grill. His backyard for sure was filled with family and friends, and they pulled me right in as everyone was social. Everyone was in a good mood as Jose's skills on the grill enhanced it all, and he'd call my name, demanding I come over to get my half slab to enjoy.

"You may not look at me the same after this," he said as he winked his right eye.

I sat to eat, and talked occasionally to people while keeping my eye on Jose. I hadn't noticed the caboose he carried until watching him thoroughly as he worked the grill. He was bouncing in his jean shorts that rested above his knee, and the white socks he wore in his white sneakers complimented the fanny hanging from his lower back. I saw the sweat on his brow as he was turning red. He caught me staring, then he winked and nodded his head as if he and I were the only ones around. I finished my plate, and tossed the remainders in the trash before walking over to him.

"Those ribs were damned good," I told him. "Now let me properly thank you, when you get a chance?"

He grinned as he was working hamburgers, and I walked away towards the house. Everyone was too busy outside having fun, as now they were line dancing to the music. I headed straight for his bedroom, closing the door behind me before cutting on the television, and closing his blinds. I stripped down to my t-shirt, and a few minutes later he joined me.

"I've got Maria cooking off the rest of the food," he told me as he was taking off his clothes.

That hairy, flan colored body of his crawled into bed with me. We looked at each other as he smiled, and I'd find him between my knees.

"Papi wants you inside him," he whispered before he stuck out his tongue.

He proceeded to suck me, and I would hear laughter, coupled with the music outside while enjoying his lips wrapped around my shaft. He even bopped his head to the beat of Gloria Estefan while giving a tight squeeze, making me grip the sheets. Jose had to warn me to remain quiet, but it was difficult: he treated my dick like his personal lollipop as his head slipped up and down.

"I want you deep. And I mean deep, mijo," he said before joking about it coming out of his ear.

It crossed my mind that we never fucked, and that he usually made me cum without barely coming out of his clothes. I for sure nutted on his tits, and in his sexy mustache, but never did he bent over, and lay on his back to get it planted inside. He talked in dirty Spanish while gobbling this penis of mine, making it so hard that it started to hurt a bit.

"I'm ready," I told him.

"You ready." he asked as he seemed a bit nervous of my sudden urge to penetrate.

"You're so big, papi."

"Nine inches isn't big," I joked as he slapped it with his right hand.

"See how it wobbles? I've never, ever, had such a strong cock, mijo. I wanna ride it," he said as he removed himself.

I glanced as he climbed off the bed in his nakedness, and grabbed coconut oil from his dresser. He looked at me and smiled while greasing his ass for the ride. He came back to the bed, and reached down to kiss while jerking my cock in his drenched hand. I asked him the last he was fucked, and he looked confused as a result.

"Years," he blurted out before laughing.

"And you're sure you wanna ride it," I asked.

He climbed on the bed without saying a word, then stood straight up as he walked around until he hovered over me. The party continued outside while there wasn't a knock on the door for the "matriarch of the family." He looked down as he was facing me, then sat slowly while spilling his own precum onto my hairy, black chest.

"Give me your hands," I said, so he could have some sort of position.

Our hands interlocked, and he strategically would sit on it as it seemed to fall right in. Of course he screamed from the initial impact of being fucked by such a large device, but didn't retreat, instead allowing me to marinate inside his narrow guts. I loved the feeling of his hot hole burying my tool, and the look on his face as his eyes were closed, mouth wide open. He sat still but I was deep, and pulled my hands away to caress his brown nipples as that would trigger his bouncing.

"Getting some real sausage right now," I joked as he rode me slow.

He opened his eyes, and leaned forward as we looked at each other.

"Feels good," I asked.

He couldn't answer as he most likely was in shock from me being so big.

"This is what you asked for," I told him.

"Si," he said before closing his eyes once more.

I pulled on those nipples to make him ride harder, and I was rewarded with his inner canyon pelting my tip. The secession of his hole each time he rose had me clamoring for more, and so I slapped his ass a few times with my right hand, turning him into a cowboy.

"Your cock is so deep," he stuttered as he rode the horse.

"And I can't stop cummmiiiiiing."

I always aimed to please as a top, for a bottom usually forfeited his own to do the same, but I always wanted my bottom to feel good. Jose did that regularly for me as he helped me relieve stress at every opportunity. He learned that it was his turn, as he rocked back and forth, and allowed my cock to be slapped around in his walls.

"So thick, baby," he cried out as he ramped things up.

He reached back as I felt his hand rubbing my balls, then opened his eyes to look at me, smiling as he knew what touching my balls would do.

"Oh baby. Quiero tu los huevos," he said to me.

Jose, at perhaps five foot nine, 180 to 190 lbs., showed great agility at his age as he worked to get the nut. He showed some serious agility in placing his hands on my barreled chest while twerking his behind. His adjustment caused his hole to fold even more, and I was rendering helpless as he seemed to have total control.

"You pulled me off the grill to feed me," he said as he kept going.

"C'mon. Give it to papi right now, mijo."

My body started shaking as that wet hole of his kept on squeezing, and he worked it out of me, causing me to scream to the top of my lungs while my load shot vertically in his stretched hole.

"You just have no regard to anyone," he joked afterwards.

He then climbed off of me, and commenced sucking my semi hard stick, before brushing my saturated balls with his tongue.

"This was a nice break," he said before he kissed both of my inner thighs. "Stay here. Relax. Come out when you want to, mijo."

He quickly climbed out of bed and got dressed, then ran out of the room to head back outside. I overheard someone ask where I was, and he claimed I wasn't feeling well. I just laughed, reveling in the moment as I was happy I followed orders not to jack off. I laid back and continued to watch television until I ended up falling asleep. I woke to the music being off, then put on my clothes before coming out, and being greeted in the living room by Jose, and his eldest daughter. They were having a beer, and I'd sit down as we ended up playing Spades, as if nothing happened. We ended up back at the center the following week, smiling at each other a little harder after the first time of us fucking. That following Friday we were at it again, but this time he'd bring a friend, who always wanted to get wrecked by the likes of me.