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Gay Stories
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Gay Male / 44
My Best Memories Of When I Lived In Mexico As A Teen
During my growing up years I lived in Mexico City with my parents and younger sister. We lived in a large house and had 'staff' for keeping house. My father was a representative of a large multinational company there. I was in my early teens when we moved.
My father hired this man to help with the 'man' work with the house. The yard, washing the cars, errands and stuff. He slept in one of the staff rooms in the back. I will tell you that he was always touching me, to get my attention, to straighten out my shirt. He would come into my room after lights out to straighten out the bed, and he would run his hand all across my body as I lay under the heavy blanket. At what point his hand went under the blanket I don't really remember, he rubbed my behind and if I was on my back he massaged my dick until I came. The kissing came later, kissing my face while he massaged my dick, then kissing my dick and giving me blowjobs. Not every night, but a lot of nights. It wasn't something I talked about, I waited for him to come.
It was a bad night when he didn't come. When I had to go to sleep without his goodnight kiss. I had wet dreams about him, using the sheets under me, holding onto my pillow at night. I dreamt of him as he laid himself on my back. I had dreams long before he actually completed the act in me. When he did, and he whispered in my ear that he loved me, it was the best night of my life.
But one day I came home from school and he was gone, let go. My mother told me that he had to return to his town, and we would miss him, but we would get someone else. That someone else bothered the maids. My father had to have a serious talk about leaving the maids alone.
I went to college at NW in the Chicago suburbs. At college I met a friend who wanted to kiss, and we got it on. We were good friends, and had a good time, but we were never emotionally together. I wasn't ready to forget Juan.
My father hired this man to help with the 'man' work with the house. The yard, washing the cars, errands and stuff. He slept in one of the staff rooms in the back. I will tell you that he was always touching me, to get my attention, to straighten out my shirt. He would come into my room after lights out to straighten out the bed, and he would run his hand all across my body as I lay under the heavy blanket. At what point his hand went under the blanket I don't really remember, he rubbed my behind and if I was on my back he massaged my dick until I came. The kissing came later, kissing my face while he massaged my dick, then kissing my dick and giving me blowjobs. Not every night, but a lot of nights. It wasn't something I talked about, I waited for him to come.
It was a bad night when he didn't come. When I had to go to sleep without his goodnight kiss. I had wet dreams about him, using the sheets under me, holding onto my pillow at night. I dreamt of him as he laid himself on my back. I had dreams long before he actually completed the act in me. When he did, and he whispered in my ear that he loved me, it was the best night of my life.
But one day I came home from school and he was gone, let go. My mother told me that he had to return to his town, and we would miss him, but we would get someone else. That someone else bothered the maids. My father had to have a serious talk about leaving the maids alone.
I went to college at NW in the Chicago suburbs. At college I met a friend who wanted to kiss, and we got it on. We were good friends, and had a good time, but we were never emotionally together. I wasn't ready to forget Juan.
