Just Thinking About Old Jack, Today Would Have Been His Birthday

I'm as old now as Jack was back then. My parents and grandparents owned an orchard and we grew up there. The place was about 15 miles from town and when labor was needed my grandpa or dad would go into town and pick up a couple of Mexicans to come out to the orchard to help. Jack was the boss and he took care of most everything dealing with the orchard. I was just turning 15 that fall.

I got back from school, the bus ran the route and we got back around 4:30 and my grandma sent me out to get Jack. I walked across the commons to the bunkhouse and when I got there I heard Jack talking Spanish and this Mexican talking back. I got close and I could see Jack with his pants down and the Mexican bent over and Jack giving him the once over. I watched, and the more I watched the more I wanted to watch. I got hard, and my dick dripped and my pants got wet. I was holding my dick as hard as I could but I couldn't hold it and came in my pants. And Jack fucked the Mexican and he spoke out loud and the Mexican answered and Jack ass tightened up and he filled the Mexican's ass right up.

I went back around to get back in the house and change but my grandmother was in the kitchen so I took my shirt out of my pants to cover up the wet spot on my pants. I told her I didn't find Jack and she said I must be blind because he was in the bunkhouse. I managed to escape her and went upstairs and took off my wet pants and very wet and cum filled underpants. I used my finger to get some of the cum and tasted it and then with my finger got the rest and ate it up. I washed out my underpants and hid them in the closet to dry.

That's the day I knew I wanted to be the Mexican. I wanted it so bad. I looked for objects around the house and the barn and figured out that if I used some Vaseline I could poke them in my ass. Later in the fall my grandad had gone into town and got two Mexicans to come out and help with a ditch that needed to be cleaned up. One Mexican was a kid and the other a man. I watched them work, and when the man got out of the ditch and stood by a tree and pulled out his dick and peed, I watched. I watched him pee, he pulled the foreskin back and I could see clear as day the pee coming out of his dick. He watched me as he peed. And he offered me his dick.

I followed him around to the back of the water pump shack and he took out his dick and offered it to me. I was scared but I touched his dick and he took my head in his hand and pushed me down to my knees and I sucked my first dick, Mexican dick. He came in my face and rubbed his dick all over my face rubbing his cum over my nose and mouth. I had cum in my pants. I got this scare about then, fear, and got up and ran off. I went over to the barn and the rain barrel and washed my face. My heart was racing a thousand miles an hour.

That night I dreamt of the Mexican's dick, I couldn't see his face, only his dick. I must have masturbated because I came in the sheets. I couldn't get his dick out of my mind. I don't know why, it is a mystery to me even today, I told Old Jack. And Old Jack told me that lots of boys liked that and that afternoon in the bunkhouse he fucked me in the same place and same way he had fucked that Mexican boy. When he finished fucking me and I had pulled up my pants he kissed me on the mouth and told me that I needed to keep this to just the two of us.

Old Jack liked to suck my dick and he liked to kiss my lips and I liked to hold and suck on Old Jack's dick and most of all I like it when Jack fucked me in the bunkhouse,