I was transferred by my company to the Nashville area a year ago, when I was fifty-four years old and my wife Joan was fifty-two. We bought an old home that needed a lot of work that was on two acres of land, and I spent most of my spare time remodeling the place. I finally got to some of the larger projects, like landscaping, building a deck, and installing a large stone patio, and I needed to find some help for the heavier aspects of that work.
A friend of mine from work named Ted Lawson, who is fifty years old, told me that a lot of Hispanic, mostly Mexican, day laborers waited for work in front of a major home improvement store, and they had a separate area that kept the workers out of the main traffic pattern at the store. As a courtesy to its customers, the store manager tried to make it convenient for the men to wait for people to pick them up, so they had a portable toilet for the men and a small tent to help protect them in times of cold and bad weather.
I had been picking up two men, named Carlos and Miguel, to work with me for the past couple of weekends, and they were excellent workers. Those men were both about thiry-two years old and about five feet and eight inches tall and looked like they weighed one hundred and seventy pounds or so. They were obviously in good shape from the work they did. They spoke some English, and I knew a little conversational Spanish, so we were able to communicate enough to get the job done.
With several months of work remaining, especially with only being able to work on the weekends, I knew that I would be seeing a lot more of them. I got up early on Saturday and headed to the store, hoping to find Carlos and Miguel still available for the day. It was mid-summer and very hot out, even for so early in the morning, so most of the men were standing outside the tent. I didn’t see my usual helpers, so I went up to the tent to see if they might be inside for some reason. When I got to the tent, I heard muffled voices coming from inside. I didn’t just want to barge in, so I went around to the back tent flap to peek inside.
I saw who I recognized as Carlos and Miguel standing with their backs to me, and I made out a little of what they were saying in Spanish. My translation is likely not perfect, but I’ll try my best to convey what they were saying. I thought that I first heard Carlos say, “Chupe los penes Mexicanos cafés (suck our brown Mexican penises).”
It was hard to believe what I was hearing, and I stepped inside the tent to get a better look. I finally moved far enough to side to see my friend Ted on his knees in front of those men, and he had Carlos’ cock in his mouth sucking it, and Miguel was standing there stroking his own cock, undoubtedly waiting for his turn to be sucked. Ted had his eyes closed and looked like he was enjoying sucking that cock. I have not seen too many other men’s cocks, except in the showers in high school and when I was in the Army, but those men's cocks looked pretty sizable to me.
From what I could see, Carlos' must have been about nine inches long and very thick, and Miguel’s cock is a little shorter, but even thicker than Carlos’. Both cocks are also mocha brown in color and they have thick foreskins.
I stayed as quiet as I could, and no one had seen me yet, and then I heard Carlos say, “Trague mi esperma (swallow my sperm)”, and he looked like he was ejaculating into Ted’s mouth. Ted opened his eyes when the cum flooded into his mouth, and he had a look of panic on his face when he saw me standing there watching him. I smiled at him and raised my finger to my lips to indicate for him to be quiet about seeing me there. Carlos soon pushed Ted away from his cock and said to Miguel, “Joda la boca (fuck his mouth).”
So, Miguel pushed his big, brown meat into Ted’s mouth, and Ted hungrily sucked him, for the moment ignoring my presence. I don’t know why I was so interested in that, but I stayed to watch until Miguel shot his load into Ted’s mouth. Then I slipped out the back of the tent before the two workers saw me there. I went back to the front of the area where the other men were gathered and waited. In just a few minutes, Ted came walking towards me with Carlos and Miguel following him with big smiles on their faces, but Ted nervously ignored me and walked past me to his car.
Carlos and Miguel acted like they were happy to see me, so we all got into my car and drove to my house to resume work on the projects. We got a lot of work done that day, but I couldn’t help but keep thinking about those big, brown cocks being pushed into Ted’s mouth, and I still didn’t know why it interested me that much. We ended the day and I took the men back to the store, and I was a little apprehensive about facing Ted at work on Monday.
Every time I saw Ted in the hall at work on Monday, he avoided me. But, I finally cornered him in the copy room just before lunch and asked him to go to lunch with me. Ted was obviously embarrassed at having me see him on his knees sucking those big Mexican cocks, but I convinced him that I just wanted to talk and that I would never tell anyone about what I had seen. I suggested that we go to a hot dog stand in the park, so we would be able to talk privately with no one overhearing, and he was agreeable to that. We found a vendor in the park and then found a quiet bench to eat our lunch.
I started the conversation saying, “Look, Ted, I’m really sorry about barging in the tent like that on Saturday. Rest assured that your secret is safe with me, and I don’t think any less of you for it. In fact, I find myself intrigued by what I saw and curious about how all of that happened. I’m really surprising myself by having an interest in it. I was hoping that you’d share a little about it with me.”
Ted was still very embarrassed, but finally got the courage to say. “Well, I haven’t done anything like that for decades, and I guess it all started when I was in high school. I grew up in a border town in Texas and had a lot of interaction with Mexican guys until I moved away to college. I was the only white guy in our group of four friends, and we often drove into Mexico to drink beer and Tequila, where we could more easily drink underage."
"Since they were all of Mexican heritage and I was white, I seemed to always be the butt of the jokes. They also liked to play drinking games, and one night I lost a game where the loser had to hold in his hand each of the other guy’s cocks. As I look back now, I was probably set up to lose, but it was a matter of honor to follow through. I was surprised how good it felt holding their thick cocks, especially since they are uncircumcised and mine is cut."
"I found out that many Mexicans are uncircumcised, and the moistness of that extra skin sliding on those cocks was arousing to me. Well, as the weeks passed, the games escalated, and I continued to lose. They next had me holding their cocks while they pissed, and then I licked the foreskin, even when damp from the piss. I was soon sucking all of them off and I started to enjoy the feeling and taste of their thick cum shooting into my mouth."
"In the spring before graduation I was sucking all their cocks at least four times a week, and we no longer had to use the drinking games as an excuse for me sucking them off. It wasn’t like I was the wimp in the group, because my cock is a pretty respectable seven inches long and thick, but theirs are bigger, and I came to enjoy sucking their brown meat. It was erotic sliding the foreskin back and seeing the moist head and the shaft covered with thick veins, and I also pushed my tongue into that extra skin to taste their tanginess."
"They could also be pretty aggressive at times, probably due to the macho Mexican attitudes. I guess they felt that if they were pushy with me, they wouldn’t have to admit to themselves that they were also bisexual and could chalk it up to having fun getting sucked off, even if it was a guy doing it for them."
My cock had gotten rock hard listening to Ted explain how he sucked those Mexican cocks, and I interrupted his story saying, “Holy shit, Ted, I have never heard a story like that, and I find myself very aroused listening to it. It sounds like you were getting addicted to all that cum. What happened next, and how did you end up sucking Carlos and Miguel?”
Ted continued, "After high school I left the area and went to college, eventually getting married, and all of that cock sucking became a distant memory for me. I have always liked women, and never had any emotional attachment to men, but I guess my interest in sucking cock does make me bisexual. But I didn’t have any further urges or opportunities to suck cock until about three weeks ago when I hired Carlos and Miguel to help me with my landscaping."
"The men were reluctant because of the language barrier to knock on the door and ask my wife to use the bathroom, so they made it a habit to piss in the bushes next to our house. One day about a week ago, I had just come around the corner from the front of the house and saw Carlos and Miguel pissing in the bushes. Their brown cocks looked to be about nine inches long and as thick as my wife’s wrist, and the streams of piss were shooting forcefully out of their foreskins. I just stood there transfixed watching them, and then the memories of my high school cock-sucking experiences came flooding back to me. I was too embarrassed and shy to say anything to them then, but the last weekend they were at my house, I finally let them know that I would like to suck their cocks.”
I interrupted again and said, “Oh shit, Ted, please tell me more.”
Ted continued, “Well, to give you the brief version, I found out that both of those guys are married, and each have two children, and they really enjoyed fucking the fat pussies of their wives. But they also enjoyed being sucked off, and their wives won’t do that for them, so they were interested in my offer."
"The problem was that my wife was always around, and we didn’t have a chance to get to a private place to suck them. Also,their work at my house was finished, but I asked them if they could come back this past weekend so I could suck their cocks, since my wife would be out of town. They said that it would be better if I came to the tent early on Saturday and suck them, so they wouldn’t miss any job opportunities."
"So, that’s why you found me on my knees there in the tent sucking their cocks. I know that they wanted to do more than just have me suck them, but that tent was not safe enough to go further. But now that I’ve told you all of this, how can I be sure that you won’t tell others and expose me?”
I had been so aroused by Ted’s story that I was seriously considering sucking those Mexican cocks myself. Even though I had never had any thoughts of sucking cock, and I was happily married, the vision that Ted painted was very arousing. I then thought of a way to make Ted feel better and give me a new experience. I asked, “Would it make you feel better if I had as much to lose as you do?”
Ted looked confused and asked, “What do you mean? You haven’t done anything to be embarrassed about.”
I wasn’t sure how Ted would take what I was going to say next, but I finally got the courage to say, “To be honest with you, Ted, I am so turned on hearing about your high school experiences and seeing your recent meeting with Carlos and Miguel, that I would like to try sucking their cocks myself. But I don’t want to meet with strangers like that without knowing what it is like to suck a cock. So, I am asking you if you will let me suck your cock to see if I want to go further with Carlos and Miguel?’
Ted was very surprised by that turn of events and said, “Damn, Ed, I had no idea that my experiences would have such an effect on you. Are you serious about wanting to suck my cock? It will be different than sucking those Mexican’s cocks because my cock is circumcised, but at least it is almost as big as theirs. And to answer your question, hell yes, I’ll let you suck me off. My wife won’t do it and I’ve never had a blow job. Where and when can we do this?”