Aroused

by Wolfe, Sean

  I chewed my Captain Crunch as quietly as possible, and swallowed carefully. “I guess it’ll be okay,” I mumbled, barely audibly.

  Mom smiled. “Good. I knew you’d see it my way.” She wiped her lips and stood up to leave.

  “Like I had a choice,” I muttered under my breath.

  “Exactly,” mom said as she kissed me on the cheek. She had the ears of a Rotweiller. And the bite of one too. “He’ll be here when you get home from work this afternoon, so be on your best behavior.”

  “Whatever.” I stood up and grabbed my backpack and walked out the door, careful not to slam it.

  Work totally sucked. But that was nothing new. It always did. I worked at a local burger joint owned by a sweet old man and his wife. I could’ve worked at the only McDonald’s in town, but it was over three miles away and I didn’t have a car. The Burger Barn was only half a mile from my house, and there was just the three of us working there. It never got busy enough to hire anyone else. Officially I was the cook. Mr. Barker was supposed to be the cashier and Mrs. Barker was supposed to be the hostess/waitress. But I inevitably became host, waiter, cashier, cook, and dishwasher. It never failed that the Barkers ended up sitting at the booths with the patrons, who all happened to be old friends of theirs, and I ended up doing everything. But it didn’t bother me. They were really very nice to me, and it was fun watching them gossip with their gaggle of old geezers who came in every day. For my eighteenth birthday a couple of months earlier, the Barkers made me the “Manager” of the joint. I got a fifteen cent per-hour raise and a new badge proclaiming my fancy new title. Woo hoo!

  I couldn’t stop thinking about José the entire time I was at work. Why the fuck did mom have to go and volunteer us to host some stranger for a whole month? A stranger from another country, no less. It had been hard enough living with mom since she and dad had divorced the previous year. She’d been very clingy lately, and it was almost impossible to find any time alone. And now she’d insist on me hanging around José as much as possible and showing him around.

  Not like there were a million things to do in Perryton. It wouldn’t take all that long to show him the “sites” around town. But I really valued my alone time. For the last couple of years I’d been struggling about some strong feelings for a few guys at school, and I spent hours alone in my room beating off to fantasies about them. I’d never been with another guy, and in fact avoided the showers after gym class as much as possible. I’d only seen a couple of naked cocks, and only at a quick glance. So my beating off fantasies were all I had. Now all of that was gonna change. I’d be sharing my room with a complete stranger from a stupid foreign country who probably barely spoke English. I’d spend most of my time flipping through the damned English – Spanish dictionary trying to explain what Hamburger Helper was and why José should eat it and not make a necklace out of it. And I’d have absolutely no privacy. Fuckin’ great.

  I took my time cleaning up after my shift, making sure every dish was washed, every floor swept and mopped, every counter and booth wiped down. The Barkers had left half an hour earlier, so I had the place to myself. I was just about to shut the blinds and beat off on one of the red vinyl booth seats, when the phone rang.

  It was mom, wondering where I was. Dinner was waiting. Which really meant that José was waiting. I pinched the head of my dick to make my hard-on go away, grumbled, and headed home.

  “Hi, honey,” mom said in that sweet falsetto voice that dripped of June Cleaver. “You’re late getting home this evening.” She was speaking much more slowly and enunciating more clearly than usual, and was almost screaming, even though I was less than ten feet from her. “You must have been really busy at the diner tonight.”

  “Not really,” I said with no enthusiasm. She knew we never had more than three or four customers at a time, and even with that mad rush, the old geezers only ever ordered coffee and a cinnamon roll. Every once in awhile a kid from school or a stranger passing through town would stop in and order a burger and fries. But that was the rare adventure at Burger Barn.

  “Honey, I want you to meet José,” she said as she grabbed the arm of the guy shutting the fridge door.

  I set my backpack on the table and looked up. All day I’d been brooding about having to share my room with this guy, so I’d definitely built up an image in my mind about what he looked like. I was sure he’d be short and probably a little fat. He’d have bucked up teeth and acne all over his face. His hair would be buzz cut and greasy. And he’d struggle to get out a simple “hello.”

  I couldn’t have been more wrong.

  “Hey,” José said, and stuck his hand out to shake mine as he popped a grape into his mouth. “How are you?”

  His grip was strong and firm, yet his skin was softer than it had a right to be. I looked into his face and struggled to catch my breath. José was quite possibly the most beautiful guy I’d ever seen. He had shoulder-length, wavy black hair. His skin was smooth and perfectly copper colored. His eyes were hazel and almond-shaped, framed with thick, long, and curly eyelashes. When he smiled, dimples appeared from nowhere on either side of his lips, and his milk-white teeth sparkled.

  He was a couple of inches taller than me, about six feet. Even fully clothed I could tell he was solidly built. His chest stretched the cotton fabric of his t-shirt and I could count the lines of his six-pack. His biceps popped out of the short sleeves and showed off thick, prominent veins. His legs filled out his jeans, and even though I only “accidentally” glanced at it, the bulge at his crotch couldn’t be ignored.

  I tried to speak as he tightened his grip on my hand, but found myself mute.

  “This is my son, Jeremy,” mom said loudly and slowly as she stared at me. “He has quite a wide vocabulary, really, and usually isn’t this rude.”

  “I’m sorry,” I stuttered. I released my grip on José’s hand, and wiped my own sweat onto my dirty jeans. “I’m Jeremy,” I said stupidly.

  “It’s great to meet you, Jeremy,” José said with only the slightest trace of the sexiest accent I’d ever heard. “Thanks for letting me stay with you. I hope it won’t be too much of an inconvenience.”

  “Not at all,” I gushed out just a tad too quickly. “I mean, don’t worry about it. I’m glad to help out.”

  Mom smiled and patted me on the back as she kissed my cheek. “Well, dinner is about ready. Wash up and sit down.”

  I did my best not to act completely stupid during dinner, but failed miserably. Hey, I admit it, I was all but catatonic. I couldn’t stop staring at José. And the hard-on I got the moment José touched my hand didn’t go away all throughout dinner.

  “José, your English is superb,” mom said as she kicked me under the table and gave me her patented evil eye, which this time I cannily interpreted as saying, “where the hell are your manners, and you’d better start chatting mighty damned quickly.”

  “Yeah, it’s really good,” I said through a mouthful of soggy Spanish rice. Mom was trying to impress José with her Mexican cooking. I was praying we wouldn’t be rushing him to the emergency room before we reached dessert. “Where’d you learn to speak English so well?”

  “Oh, it’s nothing. My mom is American, but has lived in Mexico since she met and married my dad twenty years ago. We speak both languages in my house. My dad actually does a lot of business here in the States, so we make a habit of speaking English quite a bit.”

  “Wow,” mom said as she spooned another scoop of mushy chicken enchilada casserole onto José’s plate. “That’s very interesting, isn’t it, Jeremy?”

  “Yeah,” I said as I struggled not to imagine José’s naked body sitting across from me. “I wish I could speak two languages.”

  “It comes in handy. Especially when I’m planning on spending the next six months traveling through the States.”

  The rest of the dinner went fairly smoothly. José was a sport and ate every bite of the nasty food mom kept heaping onto his plate. When we were finished, mom insist
ed on doing the dishes (something she is usually adamant about me doing) and ushered José and me upstairs where I could help him unpack and get settled in.

  After clearing a couple of drawers in my dresser and making room for Jose’s clothes in the closet, I excused myself to take a shower while he unpacked. There was no door to the bathroom that connected to my bedroom, and the shower had a glass sliding door, so I was perfectly visible to José as I showered, and very much aware of the fact. As much as I wanted to, I didn’t dare beat off in the shower. Instead, I turned and faced the wall, with my back to the glass door and showered as quickly as possible and with the coldest water I could stand. I just couldn’t go back out there with a hard-on. When I finished, I wrapped myself snugly into my bathrobe and walked into the bedroom.

  “Thanks again for sharing your room with me,” José said with the sexiest smile I’d ever seen. I felt my cock stir just from looking at it. “Do you mind if I shower before I go to bed?”

  “Not at all,” I blurted out even before he’d finished the question. “There are extra towels in the cabinet above the toilet.”

  “Thanks,” he said, and began to undress.

  I turned away and quickly slid my briefs on under my robe, then dropped the robe to the floor and slipped under the covers and pulled them tightly around my chin. I heard José walk away, and a moment later the shower started. When I heard the sliding shower door shut, I rolled onto my back and stared into the bathroom. The glass was opaque, so I couldn’t make out every detail, but I could see enough to spring a boner in just a couple of seconds. I watched as José lathered his entire body. When he raised his hands to wash his hair, I made out the dark of his underarm hair, and his muscles flexed in a way that made me moan. Then he reached down and soaped his cock, pulling up his balls and carefully washing under them. I swear I could see his dick grow a couple inches as he lathered it for several seconds. I felt my cock throb, and a small drop of precum leaked out of the head. “Shit,” I mumbled, and turned around quickly as I heard the shower stop.

  I forced myself to breathe slowly and deeply, pretending to be asleep as José pulled down the covers and clicked off the lamp. He climbed into bed carefully and rolled onto his side so that his back faced me. Even though I was under the top sheet, a blanket, and a comforter, I found myself shivering. And even though I was shivering, I swore I could feel the heat from José’s body, despite the fact that he was at least a couple of feet and several layers of blankets from me.

  I bit down hard enough on my tongue to bring tears to my eyes. It was the only way I could think of to make my hard-on go away. Even with that, it only went halfway soft.

  A couple of minutes into that agony, I heard José snoring softly. I rolled onto my side and stared at the beautiful Mexican boy next to me. I could only see the back of his head and neck, and about half of his naked back. But it was enough. I popped a full boner instantly. I reached out tentatively then quickly pulled my hand away before I touched his back.

  What the fuck was I thinking? I’d never been with another dude before. Shit, I’d done everything in my power to skip gym classes and lockers just so I wouldn’t have to look at another guy naked. The fucking dreams and incessant daydreams I’d had over the past year were bad enough. I was beginning to think mom might have slipped a hallucinogenic agent in the enchilada casserole. Touching another guy. A naked guy. What the fuck was I thinking?

  But the more I thought about how wrong it was and the horrible consequences it would bring, the more I found myself obsessed with the idea. I had to touch José’s naked skin. I had to feel it against my own.

  I scooted closer to him as slowly and carefully as I could. When I was only a couple of inches away from him, I stopped and struggled to catch my breath. I smelled the soap on his skin and it took my breath away. This close, I really could feel the heat of his skin, and it made me want to touch him more than ever. I felt lightheaded and a little drunk, even though I hadn’t had anything stronger than a soda with dinner.

  José was still snoring soundly, so I leaned up on one elbow to get a better look at him. Bright moonlight shone through the window. I could make out every defined muscle on his neck and back and on the one arm that rested outside the blankets. I had to touch him. I had to smell him and feel the heat of his skin.

  I reached over slowly and touched his shoulder. My god, I swear I felt a jolt of static rush through my hand and then my arm and then the rest of my body. I know it sounds impossible, but his skin was both hot and cool at the same time, and as smooth as silk. My cock throbbed just from the feel of his skin on my hand. My heart thumped a million beats per hour, but I couldn’t stop myself. I leaned down and gently kissed his shoulder. As I did, I breathed in and was enveloped with his smell. The mix of my Dial soap and his natural scent drove me crazy. I felt the beginning stirs of orgasm building up deep in my balls, and I hadn’t even touched my cock! So I pulled myself from José’s body and lay right next to him, breathing deeply and slowly and trying desperately not to shoot my load all over my stomach.

  As I lay next to José and squeezed the base of my cock to stop the quickly increasing inevitability of my orgasm, José rolled onto his back. As he did, he pulled the blankets down to his knees in one seemingly innocent and effortless move. I tried not to look at his body, but I was helpless against the temptation.

  He was a study in perfection. Long and muscular, with not an ounce of fat, his body was magnificent. His body was hairless except for the patches of underarm hair I’d glimpsed earlier, and a thick line of short black hair that started at the bottom of his navel and disappeared into the waistband of his bleached white briefs. I swallowed hard as I saw the pouch of his underwear start to bulge.

  I took a deep breath and casually moved my arm over closer to his side of the bed until my hand rested against his hip. My heart beat erratically, and I took another deep breath. Then I moved my hand up and rested it lightly right on top of his crotch. It felt big and strong and heavy, and I wanted it more than I’d wanted anything in a very long time.

  And then it started to move. The bulge grew bigger and fatter. I stopped breathing altogether as José yawned and stretched his body across the bed, kicking the rest of the blankets to the foot of the bed and exposing his entire body. I took it all in and felt like crying. Never had I seen anything so beautiful or that I’d wanted so badly. His chest was very muscular, and as smooth as the rest of his body, with the tiniest nipples I’d ever seen. My eyes followed his chest down to his stomach, where very distinct lines appeared just below his ribcage on either side. And there was that damned sexy thick patch of hair again.

  Now the bulge in his briefs was growing even more. A long thick line began snaking up the right side of his shorts, coming right toward me. I was mesmerized, and couldn’t take my eyes off it. A few seconds later the elastic waistband lifted all on its own, and the head of José’s cock poked out.

  I tried to be good ... to do the right thing, honest I did. But my head began to spin and bright spots of light floated in front of my eyes, and before I knew it, I was sliding down the bed right toward his crotch. When I was face-to-face with the bulge in his shorts, I didn’t hesitate. I stuck out my tongue and licked the head of his cock, then slowly and carefully sucked it into my mouth.

  WHAT WAS I DOING? I’d never sucked a dick before. Hell, I’d done everything in my power not to even think about them for the past couple of years. But now that I had José’s cock head in my mouth, nothing had ever felt so natural. I just licked it for a few seconds, then kept it inside my mouth for a moment, relishing how it felt as it throbbed against my cheeks and tongue, savoring the salty sweet taste of his precum.

  José was no longer snoring. I looked up into his face as I sucked gently on his cock head. His eyes were still closed and he was still breathing deeply and regularly. I was sure he was still asleep, so I very slowly pulled his briefs down just far enough so his entire cock and balls were freed. I gasped as I saw it fully for the
first time. I knew that just the head had seemed quite a bit bigger than mine, but I hadn’t given it a lot of thought. I didn’t have much experience to compare it against, but even with my limited knowledge, I knew this was one huge cock. Freed from the confines of his underwear, José’s cock lay across his lower stomach, a couple of inches past his navel, and I could barely wrap my fist around it.

  I’d never seen an uncut dick before, so I was fascinated with the extra skin that covered the bottom half of his cock head. I played with it for a moment, completely enthralled with the way the soft skin covered his entire shaft and slid over the head as I slid my hand up and down the length of his giant cock.

  Drunk with desire, I licked and sucked on it as best I could. I got about a third of it in my mouth, but choked a little when the head pressed against the back of my throat, so I stopped and just sucked on what I could get in.

  José moaned and stretched out across the bed, causing his cock to slide a little deeper into me and this time I didn’t gag as it slid another inch into my throat. I wrapped my lips tighter around it and sucked it in and out of my mouth. I’d never tasted or felt anything so good!

  Soon José’s hips were thrusting in and out of my mouth. I noticed he was breathing harder and moaning, but when I looked up into his face, I saw his eyes were still closed. He looked like he was still asleep, so I kept sucking.

  I’m not sure exactly what I was expecting. I mean, I wasn’t completely stupid or naive. Even though I’d never had sex or even gotten blown, I’d certainly beaten off enough in my life to know that eventually, with pressure and pleasure like I was giving, José’s cock would release its load. But I wasn’t prepared at all for the spray of warm cum that shot out of his cock and slid down my throat. He didn’t grab my head or say anything or moan any louder than he had been since I’d started. Just all of a sudden his cock got thicker and harder and a split second later several forceful shots of cum splashed across the back of my throat and kept coming until my mouth was filled. It all happened so fast, I didn’t have time to think about what to do, so I swallowed it before I choked.