Two Horny Mexicans.

I like my new job just fine. My boss is real cool, and the other employees are laid back. Not at all the stress factory that I toiled away in San Diego. Already started looking for an apartment, decided to pitch my tent in the "Artist Colony" section of Tucson, near all those free thinkers and student bodies.

Yesterday afternoon, I was following some train tracks to downtown when I noticed under the shade of a tree, two Mexican guys were relaxing, sitting on discarded milk crates. Well, Momma told me never talk to strangers, but guess what? Mamma's not here. So, I took a sip of my Sobe soft drink and tried walking by, not making eye contact.

"Hey...do you have the time?"

From the blistering deserts of Tucson, to the grand and snowy peaks of the Andes, to the bustling metropolis of Rio DeJinero, and all points in between those words Hey, do you have the time? always preempts dramatic situations, ill fortune, and misguided sexual positions.

I stopped. Looked at the clock on my cell phone. "It's 4:06."

"Hey, you smoke pot?" The shorter one said, smiling. Obviously they have been indulging in the weed for the better half of the afternoon.

For the life of me, I couldn't control my actions! As if possessed by some disembodied ghost, I found myself standing under that shade and taking the well smoked joint out of the guys hand. I took a long drag as the guy who invited me over pulled up a milk crate and invited me to sit a spell.

I looked the two over. The one that offered the joint was stocky and not bad looking. He had to be about twenty five, black hairs hanging limply over full lips, smiling eyes, and black straight hair stuffed under a baseball cap. His English was pretty good. The other guy was tall and skinny and had to be in his mid-thirties. He had strong Aztec features with a thick black mustache and hardly smiled or said a word. Their clothes were well worn and obviously both didn't have a home. They also were passing back and forth a bottle of Jack, offered to me, I declined.

Talking with the two, I found out that they passed over the border from Mexico into Arizona the day before and was on their way up to Colorado. They were staying one more night and was going to ride the rails to their destination. They were amused at the fact that I had lived in Mexico for some time. Between tokes, I related some of my adventures in Tijuana, Cuidad Juarez, and Guadalajara.

I was a little concerned about smoking pot out in public, so I asked where they were sleeping tonight. They asked to stay at my house, but I told them I had roommates. So, the short guy told me that they had a room in this house and if I wanted to go there. Sure.

We walked a bit to this old, ruined house with boards covering the windows and the yellow weeds growing crazily in all directions. We slipped through a hole in the fence and entered through the back door that was surprisingly unlocked. The place was empty save for some garbage strewn here and there and I saw that their gear and blankets made up a corner of the graffiti covered living room. It smelt of mold and urine.

Entering, I heard a click. Great, the door locks. I was a little paranoid but kept my cool.

The two guys took out more weed and rolled another joint. We smoked and talked and laughed for a good hour or so when the short guy asked the obvious question. "Hey, man, can I ask you a personal question?"

"Shoot." I said, taking a drag.

"Are you gay?" He asked, lowering his voice.

I quipped back, "By gay, if you mean cock sucking faggot. Yes."

He laughed, waving off the swirls of smoke in front of his face, "What other gay is there, man?"

"There's Mickey Mouse gay, gay Christmas, gay ol' time...wait come to think of it they are all the same." I pondered.

I was laying on my side, propped up on my elbow. He reached over and slid his hand across my hip down on my butt. "I like your ass."

I looked up, "Really?"

Next thing I know, he's on top of me brushing my teeth with his tongue. It was getting pretty hot. I felt his erection rubbing against my stomach through his jeans. My soldier was standing at attention, too.

As he kept biting up and down the sides of my neck, I kept looking at his older friend and when he noticed, he put his hand on my chin and breathed, "Don't worry, he doesn't care. He's cool." And then shoved his tongue in my mouth again.

Through fumbles and gropes, I was on my stomach without my pants and boxers. My seducer was down, spreading my cheeks apart and flicking his tongue in and out of my asshole. I saw stars, that fucker knew how to give a good rim job. When I looked up from my blurry bliss, I noticed that his older friend was sitting on a milk crate with his pants down stroking a freakin' HUGE uncut cock. It was monstrous! At least nine inches and the girth was amazing and I was consumed by uncontrolled temptations.

I wiggled my way over to him and slobbered all over his thick head. I could barely fit that fucker in my mouth. The other guy slowly slid his middle finger in and out of my ass as he unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his short think erection.

"Get up, mijo...up on your knees." The little guy breathed. Slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap! His brown hips smacked against my ass as he fucked me fast and in short thrusts. Squirt! I felt his hot cum enter my ass in three spurts.

Crazed in lust, I sucked the older guys dick like my life depended on it. He stopped me, got up and mounted me from behind. No your not going to shove that big fucker in me, I thought as I playfully tried to squirm out from under him.

Jeeeeeeeeeeeeessssus!!

In long hard thrusts he rammed that monster up in me as he pinned me down by his vice like muscles. I couldn't help myself, with that big dick shoved in me, his hot breath on the back of my neck, with clenched teeth I moaned and squealed with fireworks bursting behind my shut eyelids. Eventually, he let out a low manly groan, hot and lustful, as he dumped his semen deep and nasty. He relaxed and slid off of me. He mumbled something to the effect that he hadn't cum in a month. I said I hadn't been fucked like that since elementary school and laughed it off.

"You like that, skinny?" The short guy smiled brushing a lock of hair from my eyes.

"Fuck." I sighed. I couldn't say anything else.

Out of breath and legs shaking, I cleaned myself and got dressed. We three sat and smoked a cigarette as the pain in my throbbing ass subsided. Before I left they both hit me up for ten dollars and I payed them. It was well worth it.

I returned to Primavera and took a shower under the watchful eye of the resident pedophile. I went to my bunk and read James St. James' Party Monster until I fell asleep.

I wish I could remember the two guys' names. Two rather nice fellahs.