The Foreign Exchange Student
One
I was just concluding my junior year of high school in Merrick, NY, when my parents dropped a bomb on me. Now, twenty years later, I think back to that particular moment in time, and I can’t remember how I took the news. I am trying to recall if I was happy about it, or just plain put out. Whatever my emotions were, it all had a happy ending, and I’d like to tell you about it.
I got home from school that afternoon feeling pretty good about life in general. I had just taken my final exam in trigonometry, and I believed I aced it. I know it’s unlikely, but math was my favorite subject in school. I now teach it at the high school level. All my exams were over, and I had only one school day left, before summer vacation would begin. I had lined up a summer job at Dairy Queen, and was looking forward to long summer days of work, and swimming with my friends in my leisure time.
When I walked through the front door, my parents were seated at the kitchen table. My first thought was to wonder what my dad was doing home. He should still have been at work. My mom was reading a letter, and my dad was staring at a photograph. They were both laughing, and seemed very excited about something.
My dad spotted me, and grinned from ear to ear. “Markie,” he called.
I cringed. My name is Mark, and my folks couldn’t get it through their heads that at seventeen, I did not wish to be called Markie anymore. Mark was way more appropriate.
“Come over here and look at this,” he continued. My mom handed me the letter, and Dad handed me the photo. I looked at the photo first.
In the picture, a handsome, Latin looking young man, was smiling at me. His teeth were a dazzling pearly white. His black hair was close cropped and curly. His eyes were almost as black as his hair. His pugged nose was tiny, and took up very little of his face. His ears were small and clung close to his face. Enough of his torso showed in the picture, that I could see that he was a well-built hunk.
When I saw the picture, I started to erect. You see, I already knew that I was gay, but that was something I had not yet had the courage to tell my folks. I am an only child, and I knew it would hurt them, even if they continued to love me. After all, who doesn’t want to be a grandparent?
Then I looked at the letter. I thought that it was two pages long, but it was actually two separate letters. The first one was from some agency informing my folks that their application to house a foreign exchange student through his senior high school year had been approved. It said that the student was from a small town in Argentina, and his name was Caesar Castillo. He was being raised by nuns in an orphanage, and they were funding whatever incidental expenses he might need, because he was an exceptional scholar. He would be with us from July 1st to June 30th of next year. I quickly calculated that he would be arriving in ten days.
The other letter was from Caesar himself. I laughed when I read it:
Deer Mr. and Mrs. Sullivan:
I am wishing to thank you for your generous hospitality. I promise not to be a trouble for you. If you have daughters, please let it not to be a worry. I promise you, I am perfectly a gentleman. I look forward to our meeting.
Respectfully submitted,
Caesar Castillo
P.S. I am enclosing a picture of me, so you will know what I look like, when you pick me up at the aeroport. CC
My mind became instantly muddled with questions, and also with apprehension. I had my summer all planned out, and it didn’t include Caesar. We had a three bedroom house, but one of the bedrooms was my dad’s office, and also I did my homework there. Where was Caesar to sleep? Of course, I knew the answer.
I had an older brother, Eddie, who died when he was ten and I was eight. The poor boy was stricken with spinal meningitis, and succumbed rather quickly to the disease. I was devastated, traumatized. I stayed in my room for days, refusing to get out of bed. I wanted to die also. It took months before I was able to function again. I just kept telling myself that I had to learn to live life without him.
We had shared a bedroom, and it had twin beds. My parents never had the heart to take them out, and substitute one big bed for me. I didn’t mind at all. When I was younger, it was very convenient for sleepovers with one of my friends. I guessed that Caesar would share my room. He was so handsome, I feared that I would not be able to keep myself from coming on to him. I prayed that maybe he wasn’t as good looking as his picture, and I would be able to restrain my feelings.
“Well, what do you think?” my mother beamed at me.
I wanted to say that Caesar would never be a substitute for Eddie, but that would hurt her. It was obvious to me, that having Caesar here, was her attempt to assuage her loss by substituting another boy. Instead I said, “That’s pretty cool. I can take him out with me when I’m with my friends, but what about when I’m at work?”
“That’s a minor problem,” my dad chirped in. “We’ll cross that bridge when he’s here. I’m sure we can find things to keep him busy. From his letter, I think maybe, he could use the time to study his English a little more.”
“I hope you don’t mind sharing your room with him, darling,” my mother beamed at me. “You’ll be sharing a room in college, so consider it practice.”
“That’s fine,” I lied.
I’d have to find another place to whack off. Then I realized that Caesar probably whacked off also. Maybe he wouldn’t mind doing it together. Then a voice whispered to me, “Stop your pipe dreams, Buster.”
Caesar arrived on a Saturday, late in the afternoon. I was scheduled to work that day from 3 PM until closing at 10 PM. I tried to change my hours, but I couldn’t swing it. My folks drove to JFK International without me and I was really disappointed. They had no trouble recognizing Caesar from his picture, and in addition, my dad made a placard with his name clearly lettered on it.
Caesar was due to arrive just before dinner time, and my mom wanted to make him a home cooked, non-institutional meal, but she assumed the plane would be late. Whenever my folks went to the airport to meet a visitor, the plane was always very late, so Mom decided that they would have dinner out before driving home. Caesar never expected such hospitality, and he begged them not to bother. He still had food left in his carry-on bag that the nuns had given to him before his departure. Of course, my folks would have none of that. They told him that he could refrigerate the food and snack on it at a later time. They treated him to a five star restaurant, and jokingly told him that he shouldn’t expect meals like this at home.
At my request, my dad apologized that I was not there to greet him. He explained that I was at work. My mother proudly showed Caesar my picture, and he exclaimed that I was very handsome.
“You’re both very handsome,” she grinned at him.
I got home about 10:30 PM. All three of them were in the living room conversing, when I arrived. By that time Caesar was unpacked, and everything was hung in my closet, or stowed in my dresser. The day before, my mom and I had made room for his things. As it turned out, he had precious little with him, and my folks took him on a shopping spree at the first possible opportunity.
He and I shook hands warmly, and I thought that he was looking at me, just as lustfully, as I looked at him. I was getting my hopes up again. “Knock it off, Buster,” the phantom voice said once again.
I brought home four DQ Blizzards from work, and we had a late night snack. We chatted for a while after we finished, and then I said that I was really tired and wanted to turn in. That was the signal for all of us to declare this exciting day to be over.
My parents went to their room, and closed their door. They had a bathroom in their bedroom, and I used the one in the hall. Eddie and I used to share it. Now it would belong to Caesar and me for a year. For some unexplained reason, the thought of that aroused me. He followed me up the stairs and into our bedroom.
“Do you need to use the bathroom?” I asked.
“Just to make water,” Caesar said. “I will shower in the morning.”
“You can say, pee,” I said.
“Pee? What is that?”
“It means make water. I’ll teach you to speak good American………that is, if you don’t mind.”
“Oh no. I don’t mind at all. I want to learn how to speak good American.”
“Why don’t you use the bathroom first, and I’ll go next.”
He took the towel and wash cloth my mother had laid on his bed, and went to the bathroom. Five minutes later he returned, and I took my turn. When I got back in the room, I closed the door solidly behind me. I stripped to my birthday suit, and Caesar gawked at my raging boner.
“I always sleep naked,” I said. “In the summer I don’t like to wear underwear at all. It chafes at my balls. So get used to it.” That having been said, I lay down in bed on top of the covers. Much to my surprise, Caesar stripped also, and got into bed. He was also lying atop the covers.
“I do not like to wear underwear either, but in the all boy orphanage, it is required. I will be gladly to join you in nudity.”
I laughed and glanced at him, and got a real shock. He had a hard-on that was at least eight inches long. Although he was completely unsheathed from his foreskin, I could tell he was uncut. I myself am about the same size, but I am circumcised.
“You’re hard,” I remarked thoughtlessly.
“I always get hard when I see a naked male body.”
“Are you gay?” I asked and I prayed to hear a yes.
“Gay? What is that?”
“You know, homosexual. You like guys, right?”
“Yes, I am homosexual. Please do not tell your parents. I swear to you, I will never do anything to disgrace you or your family.”
I just stared and stared at him. I was stunned and didn’t know what to say. Finally he spoke again. “Please, do not hate me or send me away. You cannot know how much I have prayed for this opportunity.”
“Oh Caesar,” I cried. “Look.” I pointed at my own burgeoning cock, which miraculously had grown larger than usual.
He smiled at me. “What are you saying?” he asked.
“I’m gay also, and you must not tell my folks. I’m not ready to tell them yet.” He smiled at me, but remained quiet. When I thought he wasn’t going to say another word, he surprised me. “Folks!” he said. “What means folks?”
I started to laugh. “It means my parents, Caesar baby.” I jumped out of my bed and into his. He was lying on his side, and I smashed my cock against his. “Have you ever had sex with a guy before?” I asked. He shook his head.
“Would you like to have sex with me?”
He nodded.
“Right now? This evening?”
He nodded again.
“It’s going to be one hell of a year.”
Two
I reached down, and took his cock in my hand. Slowly I ran my fingers across his balls, his pee hole, and up and down his shaft. Caesar began to moan softly, so I was encouraged to go to the next level. I began to caress his ass cheeks, and I ran my forefinger up and down his crack.
“You like?” I asked.
“Si.”
“That’ll be a yes.”
“Yes,” he repeated.
He began to moan and squirm. Then he groaned and shot a load into my palm. I hadn’t expected that. I was stroking him in what I believed would merely be foreplay. I was not to be deterred. I leaned over him, and took his still hard rod into my mouth. I swallowed what cum I could as he tried to pull out. I realized that the crown of his uncut cock must be very sensitive, and I might be hurting him. I released him, and decided to wait a while before having any more sex.
Caesar had other ideas. “I did not ever tasted……” he was searching for the word.
“It’s called cock,” I prompted him. “Would you like to taste mine?”
“Si, yes, very much.”
I turned flat on my back. “Be my guest,” I said.
Caesar looked confused. “I am already your guest,” he mumbled.
I laughed. “It’s a figure of speech. I’ll explain later. Please just suck my cock.”
Caesar did not waste another minute. He wasn’t very good. Every time I thought I felt an orgasm starting, his teeth scraped me. I hurt, and I lost the moment. I explained the problem to him, and I then realized what a fast learner he was. He began to give me more pleasure than I could ever remember, and I felt a tingle in my toes, which was radiating outward to my whole body, but especially to my balls. I warned him that I was cumming. I don’t think he knew the word cumming, but he must have gotten the idea, because he sucked faster, and took my entire load down his throat.
Neither of us could speak, but when I got my breath back, I went down on him. It took him longer this time, but he came again. This time I swallowed all he had to offer.
I still had some of his cum in my mouth, or at least the taste of it. I decided to do something daring. I crept up to lie beside him, and I placed my lips on his. I could tell that he was totally shocked, but he didn’t resist. Surely, he knew what a kiss was, because he began to kiss me back. I parted his lips with my tongue, and pushed in. I swear, I could taste my own cum.
Our kissing got more and more passionate. We smashed our cocks together, and dry-humped to another glorious climax. We lay still for quite a while, reclaiming our breaths. Finally I suggested that we go to the bathroom and clean up. I got out of bed, but Caesar remained in bed. He was staring at my cock, until I became uncomfortable.
“What?” I asked.
He was speechless, but he pointed at my cock. Lightning struck! I was flaccid now, and the dude had never seen a cut cock.
“What ailment did you have down there?” he asked.
I laughed. “No ailment. I’m circumcised.”
He breathed a sigh of relief. “I have heard of such a thing, but have never seen it before. May I feel it?”
“Any time you want to, Caesar. Anytime you get the urge.”
He reached down and started to fondle me again. “It feels so nice in my hand,” he said. Of course I began to get hard again, and Caesar laughed.
“Now it looks like mine, when I am hard.”
I laughed and we went to the bathroom to wash.
While we were cleaning up, I asked him again if this was his first time. He was so adept, I could not believe he had been a virgin until an hour ago. He smiled, and said, “Yes. At the orphanage the nuns be always to watch us. I have want to do this with other willing boys, but the nuns are always there.”
As he said that he leaned over and kissed me. At that moment, I didn’t give a damn about his poor English. All I could think about was the sex filled year ahead of us. We were off to a good start, but I knew that there was so much more we could, we would, do together.
My best friend in the whole world was Barry Silver. I had confided in him more than a year ago that I was gay, and all he said was, “Look at me. I’m not surprised.” We never spoke of it again, and Barry didn’t seem to care at all.
I called Barry right after breakfast the next morning. “Our guest from Argentina arrived yesterday,” I informed him, “and I’m off today, so I’m taking him to the beach. You gonna be there?”
“Sure thing. I’ll get there about eleven. Are you bringing food, or are we eating at the beach?”
“I’m bringing food for Caesar and me. Bring your own food, free-loader.”
Barry and I were constantly insulting each other. Neither of us meant it, and it became a joke between us. We bantered back and forth all the time.
“Beadie is coming along. At least I know one guy who won’t want to steal her from me,” Barry informed me.
“Very funny. I’ll see you there.”
“Do I have to worry about Caesar? You know how Latinos are?” I hung up on him without answering.
Beatrice Mannheimer and Barry had been dating for nearly a year. She came with us wherever we went. She seemed to prefer being with us guys than with girls. At least, I didn’t know of any girls she was friendly with. Early on, I suspected that she might be a lesbo, closeted like me. I mentioned it to Barry, who assured me that nothing could be farther from the truth. He had been boffing her regularly, and she was one hot participant.
We are Presbyterians, and Caesar is Catholic. After breakfast my folks went off to church. I volunteered to take Caesar to a Catholic church in our neighborhood, and we would go to the beach from there.
“Don’t let them convert you,” my father said as they left, and he broke out laughing.
“It is not required that I go to church. I am not in the orphanage now,” Caesar let me know. I didn’t think he wanted to go to church any more than I did.
“I’m not much for church either,” I said. “Let’s fuck instead.”
“What is this, fuck?”
I made a circle with the thumb and forefinger of my left hand, and inserted my right forefinger into it. I moved the finger in and out, until Caesar’s eyes lit up.
“Yes, please. Let us do this fuck.”
We ran upstairs. Caesar went right into our room, and I went into the bathroom for a jar of Vaseline. I returned to our room and closed the door behind me. I also retrieved a hidden box of condoms from my night stand. It was a fresh box I had bought in a fit of wishful thinking.
Apparently Caesar knew what a packaged condom looked like. He shook his head, and said, “I am a virgin, and I know you are healthy. Must we use those things?”
“Well, it would just be for good hygiene.”
Caesar’s eyes lit up. “I know what is hygiene,” he said. “We study hygiene at school.” He hesitated for a moment, and looked away from me. “I don’t care if I get dirty, if it is you makes me so.”
Wow, I was shocked. Caesar was as perverted as I was. I wondered if he would go for golden showers also, and I aimed to find out. I figured we could shower together after fucking, and I would try it out. Then I wondered where he was learning all this, given his sheltered environment.
I guess my thoughts were diverting me more than I knew, because I heard him ask, “Are you all right?”
“Yes,” I said. “Let’s fuck.”
We stripped rapidly and hopped into my bed. “Please to fuck me, first,” Caesar said. Wow, this guy sure was aggressive when it came to sex. I was liking him more and more. I was just about to ask him how he wanted it, and I remembered he was a virgin. Or was he? I was beginning to have my doubts.
I thought I might trick him, so I asked, “How do you like it?”
“What do you mean?” he asked.
“On your back, on your stomach, lying on your side?”
“I don’t know. This is first time for myself. How do you like it?”
Well, that took care of my doubts. Caesar was just being an anxious pup, anxious to lose his virginity. I told him to lie on his back, and I put a pillow under his butt. I put a glob of lube up his ass, and began to ream it, trying to make bigger and bigger circles. After a short while, I inserted a second finger, and then a third. I expected him to complain of pain, but he only moaned, and told me how nice it felt. I decided to go for broke.
I spread Vaseline all over my throbbing rod, and lined it up with his hole. I know that I was feeling like a raging bull at that moment, and I can’t be sure of anything, but I swear I heard Caesar whisper for me to hurry, and not delay any longer. What beast had I unleashed?
I entered very slowly, expecting to meet a lot of resistance from a virgin, but I slipped right past the sphincter without so much as a whimper, and I was all the way in. I still could not believe his claim to be a virgin. I bent over him, and we began to kiss. I tried to keep my prick perfectly still.
“Are you all right?” I asked him.
“I never be so happy in my life,” he purred back. “This feels so good. Or is it well?”
I laughed. “It doesn’t matter. As long as you are enjoying it.” I started to pull out and push in, and he started to move his butt in time to my rhythm. Caesar was the perfect receptacle for my pulsating cock. I could feel the familiar joy of an oncoming orgasm.
“I’m cumming,” I yelled, and I began to pump faster. Good old Caesar pumped right along with me, and I gushed up his bowel, screaming obscenities. I tried to muffle the noises I was making, but I don’t know how successful I was. I don’t know why I bothered. My parents weren’t home. As soon as I calmed down, we resumed our kissing until I softened and fell out. I had placed two damp wash cloths on my night table, and I wiped us both clean with one of them.
I got off of Caesar, and he jumped out of bed. “Now me,” he said as he dipped a finger into the jar of Vaseline. I quickly got into a doggie position. It’s not that I preferred it that way, but I wanted him to know that he could use a variety of positions. He prepared my ass exactly as I had prepared his. Then he lubed his cock and mounted me.
“This is how animals fuck,” he stated to show that he understood. He did not enter me slowly and he hurt me a lot, but he also held still as I had done, and the pain turned to pleasure.
“Now,” I said and I started to pump my ass, so he started to fuck me properly, syncopating to the rhythm I had established. He lasted even less time than I did. When he dismounted, he took the other wash cloth, and cleaned us both, as I had cleaned us earlier.
We lay in bed side by side. I held his hand.
“Did you like it?” I asked him.
“Si.”
“What was best?”
“When I felt your cum enter me.”
“Me too,” I said and squeezed his hand tighter.
“Let’s shower now, and get going. We are meeting my friends at the beach very soon. I’ll lend you a swim suit.” I was going to see how successful I would be getting him to pee on me, and me on him.
I don’t think Caesar expected us to shower together. He seemed very surprised when I took his arm and led him into the shower. I soaped him up and did his back, of course. I wanted to clean out his greasy hole really good. He was not used to being bathed by another person, but he was enjoying what I was doing to him. When I got his whole body soapy, I told him I had to pee. I had to laugh when he stepped aside, to let me get out of the shower. I lifted my cock and started spraying his torso. I didn’t dare to pee in his ass or his mouth….yet.
Poor Caesar froze, but he quickly relaxed, and started to laugh. “This is fun,” he giggled. Without further ado, he aimed at me, and started spraying me. I quickly turned away from him, spread my ass, and allowed his flow to bathe my crack.
“Do that to me. Do that to me,” he begged. There was nothing my no-longer-a-virgin wasn’t up for, and I was thrilled. I aimed at his cock, and then fell to my knees and took his urine soaked cock into my mouth. I always loved the salty, gritty taste. Too bad, my friend Barry was straight. He didn’t know what he was missing.
I decided that my next step would be to introduce Caesar to other partners. I happened to have a couple of willing fuck buddies up my sleeve. I had an ulterior motive. I didn’t want Caesar to go falling in love with me. I even wondered if I could talk Barry into getting a blow job from a stranger, or even fucking a stranger. I’d put money on a bet that Beadie wasn’t sucking him, or letting him fuck her rear side. Even straight guys can’t resist a good blow job, or fucking either sex in the ass.
Three
When I got the job at DQ, my dad kindly bought me a seven year old Toyota Corolla, so I could get back and forth to work. Caesar and I loaded it with our beach blanket, picnic basket, towels, and beach chairs. I headed the car south on the Meadowbrook State Parkway towards Jones Beach, my favorite and cleanest beach in the New York area.
We parked in one of the parking lots, and headed for the sand and the ocean. I had no trouble spotting Barry and Beadie. They were sprawled out on a beach blanket getting the sun. Sitting next to them on beach chairs were Sandy Becker and Tommy Puccio, two of my friends. I wasn’t sure about Sandy, but I always suspected that I could get Tommy into bed with me. With gorgeous Caesar as extra bait, I began to think I might try it yet. In fact, I began to think I had unleashed a tiger in Caesar. I’d bet that I could arrange an orgy with any number of boys, straight or gay, Caesar would gladly suck them all, and be happy to get fucked by every one of them. I had no idea how I would arrange such a great event, but I planned to work on it.
I swear, when I introduced Caesar to the group, not only did Tommy begin to salivate visibly, but Sandy, Barry and Beadie all began to gawk at him as well. He was by far the best looking guy on the beach that day, or maybe any day. I set our beach chairs alongside Tommy, and had Caesar sit next to him. If my suspicions were correct, Tommy would be making some kind of move on Caesar.
Tommy tried to engage my visitor, in fact, my roommate, in conversation, but Caesar was being unusually quiet. I realized that his eyes were all on Barry. While attempting to draw Caesar in, Tommy placed his toes on one of Caesar’s insteps and was rubbing lightly. It was very suggestive, and when I noticed what he was doing, I became aroused.
Before my rising bulge became obvious, I jumped up, and grabbed Caesar’s hand. “Come on,” I said, “let’s go for a swim.” We ran to the water, and not unexpectedly, Tommy was right behind us. The three of us were grab-assing in the water, and I casually remarked to Tommy, that it would be nice if he came over and visited with us that evening. Tommy had a better idea, a much better idea.
“My folks went away for a week to visit my sister in Atlanta. I’m alone in a big house. Why don’t you guys come over to me?”
“That’s an offer we can’t refuse,” I answered for both of us. Somehow my suspicions about Tommy were being confirmed.
When we got back to the group, they were breaking out the lunch sandwiches they had brought. None of us brought soda, preferring to buy cold cans at the concession stand. I was still in a pimping mode for Caesar, so I said to Barry, “Come on Bar, let’s you and I get the drinks.” Barry jumped right up.
On the way to the concession stand, I said, “Don’t get all upset Bar; just hear me out. Caesar is twice as gay as I am. He likes to give head, and get fucked in the ass. I know you’re straight, and all that, but how’d you like a BJ from a gay guy, and you can fuck him in the ass, if you want to?”
Barry’s eyes lit up, and a big grin enveloped his face. “Are you kidding? Sure. Where and when?”
“Tonight at Tommy’s. His folks are away, and we were planning a three way. I just couldn’t bring myself to leave my best friend out of it.”
“That kills it,” Barry said. “I can’t do anything like that with one of our friends witnessing it. I don’t want anyone to think that I’m gay.”
“Relax. Tommy is straight,” I lied (I think I lied). “I made him the same offer, I made you, and he jumped at the opportunity.”
“What about Sandy?”
“Another time. Don’t you think five is too many?”
“Yeah, you’re right,” he said. “What time are you guys going over?”
“After dinner, I guess. Tell you what, I’ll pick you up, and we can all get there together.”
While we were eating our lunches, I whispered in Tommy’s ear that we would be joined by one more person. He wanted to know who, but I just smiled and said, “It’s a surprise.” He was forced to accept that.
That was not the only surprise that occurred that evening at Tommy’s place. I could tell that Caesar had eyes for Barry. I didn’t have a clue at the time, but he was planning on seducing Barry into full participation in the upcoming orgy.
What happened that night was totally surrealistic. Tommy let us all in. He was very shocked when he saw Barry, and he was naked when he greeted us at the door. He rushed us up to his bedroom. Caesar, Barry, and I undressed rapidly, leaving our meager summer clothes on the floor. Barry was cut, but Tommy wasn’t. Caesar looked at him and noted, “I see not all Americans are circumcised.” We all laughed.
I knew that Caesar was hot for Barry. I could tell that at the beach. He pulled Barry down on the bed and went right for his cock. Barry moaned loudly, and it was obvious that Mr. Straight Guy had succumbed completely to Caesar’s Latin charms.
Barry moaned, groaned and twisted, as Tommy and I looked on. That’s when Tommy revealed his true orientation. He was so full of lust, he threw me on the bed next to Barry, and proceeded to give me an expert, professional blow job. My face was right up against Barry’s. Without giving it any thought, I turned my head as Barry turned his, and we began to kiss. I mean, we began to kiss passionately. Our tongues dueled like swords as both of us came gushing into our partners’ mouths.
We lay in a heap exhausted, until I broke the silence. “Thanks Tommy, that was great. Now let me do you.”
“I’d rather fuck you,” he said. I was about to give him my permission, when Caesar piped in. “No,” he said. “I want you should fuck me. I want you should all fuck me.”
None of us objected, and Tommy broke out some lube. He didn’t have any condoms, and none of us gave a shit, which was a testament to our stupid youth. Barry went first. He came again a second time but it took him a little longer this time, and I don’t think Caesar minded at all. Tommy went next. As Barry and I watched, he whispered to me. “That was fantastic. I wouldn’t mind doing it again, with you. Would you be willing?”
“Sure I would, under one condition. Love is not a one way street. Caesar and I won’t have sex with anyone who doesn’t reciprocate.” That last statement was a bit of a stretch. I had no idea if Caesar felt the same way that I did.
Barry took a long time before answering. “I’ll think about it,” he murmured. I smiled at him, and he smiled back broadly.
I enjoyed sloppy thirds. By this time, Caesar’s ass was full of cum, and it really turned me on to the nth degree. I came again rather quickly. When we were finished fucking Caesar, Barry remarked that Caesar hadn’t cum yet.
“I’ll take care of him,” I volunteered.
“No,” Tommy said. He turned to Caesar and pleaded, “Please Caesar, fuck me. I want you to fuck me so bad.”
“I thought you were straight,” Barry said. “Mark told me you were straight, or I never would have come here tonight.”
“Well Mark was wrong,” Tommy said angrily. “Don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy yourself. I could tell you were having a good time.”
“I was, and I surprised myself. I didn’t think I could ever get it up for a guy, but I did, and the sex was intense. In fact, I’d like Caesar to fuck me too.”
Caesar’s eyes lit up. He grabbed the lube, and started to grease his beautiful cock. “Who wishes to be first?” he asked. “Not a worry. I will fuck all of you. I promise you.” He did.
I let Tommy go first, and Barry went next. I took up the rear. Caesar fucked us all doggie style. Each time he began to cum, he stopped pumping, and vacated the luscious ass he was in. He rotated over and over. My gorgeous exchange student was in heaven. Finally he succumbed to nature, and unloaded in Barry’s ass. Imagine this, he thanked us.
On the way home, Barry chided me. “Why didn’t you tell me that gay sex was so hot, you fucker? I bet you wanted to keep the secret all to yourself.”
“Did you get converted?” I asked in all sincerity.’
“Not on your life. I can’t wait to bury my head in Beadie’s breasts.” I wasn’t sure if I believed Barry. I think he was being a macho alpha male, just for our benefits.
I dropped Barry off at his house, and couldn’t wait to get home, so that I could have Caesar all to myself. We showered separately. I figured there was no sense in arousing suspicion in my parents. I knew they believed we were both straight, and probably it would never cross their minds that we were making it together, but why push any buttons of suspicion They also admired me for including Caesar in my activities with my friends.
I thought that Caesar would be pretty worn out, but he joined me in my bed. He was completely naked, and he asked me, “Would you like I should give you blow job? It will help you sleep better.”
“I don’t think I can cum again, but sure, suck me for a while.” He dove right down on me.
As I lay there, thoroughly enraptured by the moist, hot, flawless blow job Caesar was visiting on me, a devilish thought invaded my brain. I became convinced that the boy was addicted to sex. He couldn’t get enough. On the way home, he had asked me how soon we could all do this again, and did I have more friends that he could do things to.
A light bulb went off in my head.
I knew that Barry would never dare to speak about this experience, but I was equally certain that Tommy would brag about it. When word got out, I’d bet that half the boys in the senior class, straight or gay, would want a blow job from Caesar, and to fuck him also. Well, they could have it, but not for free. I decided that I would charge for his services. My head began to spin as I set prices in my head: so much an hour, so much for a blow job, so much for fucking Caesar, so much for him fucking the customer, etc.
I would share the proceeds with him, or would I? Caesar needn’t know that I was lining up fuck customers for him. He would just be grateful for the boys I brought around. I decided that this was going to be a very lucrative summer, but when school would start, I vowed to tone it down. Neither of us could afford to get poor grades.
I suddenly realized that I couldn’t bring the johns home. Where could we do all this business? It came to me so fast, I took it as a good omen. Behind the middle school I had attended, there was a pretty dense forest. We kids used to have circle jerks there on warm summer evenings, and that’s where we would conduct our little business.
I got excited at the prospect of pimping for Caesar, but at the same time, I felt yet another orgasm growing in my loins. I couldn’t believe it. When I came, it was the most intense of the evening. The excitement of going into business with Caesar seemed to have enhanced my explosion.
He swallowed whatever I had left to offer him, and guilt set in. I turned him flat on his back, and proceeded to suck his cock. The guy was incredible. He came after only a few strokes, and he gushed a plentiful amount down my throat. When it was over, we kissed passionately, and both of us fell into a deep sleep. Let me correct that. It was more like a coma.
Four
The next day found me hard at work. Barry kept texting me, wanting to know when Caesar, he, and I could get together again. He never mentioned Tommy, and I didn’t respond to him anyway.
When I took my first break, I texted back, giving him the prices off the menu I had created, and asking him to spread the word.
“U’ve got to be kidding,” he texted back.
“I’m not.”
“Fuck u, to charge u’re best friend.”
“I’ll do u free.”
Barry didn’t answer. I figured he was considering my proposition. Later that day, he texted me again.
“Will u blow me and can I fuck u?”
“It’s free if u reciprocate, otherwise I charge 20 bucks.”
“Then, I’ll take Caesar.”
“I’ll call u after wk.”
When I called, we agreed to meet at 7:30 behind the middle school. It was walking distance for all of us. I filled a bag with lubricant, and told my folks we were going to play basketball in the school yard. Once again, they were thrilled that I was including Caesar in everything I did.
As we were walking to the school, I asked Caesar what he did all day while I was at work. “Your mother give me English lessons.”
“My mother gave me English lessons,” I corrected him. I loved Caesar’s broken English, and had no desire to correct him, but I felt it was my duty, and part of his learning requirements as an exchange student.
“No,” he answered sincerely. “She give me English lessons, not you.”
“It’s past tense buddy, the correct past tense form of the verb, to give, is gave.”
His eyes lit up, and I knew he got it. “Si,” he said. “She GAVE me English lessons.
When we got to the heavily treed area, Barry had another guy along. I recognized him, and really wasn’t acquainted with him, but we shook hands cordially. I took them aside so Caesar couldn’t hear us.
“We’ll be right back,” I told Caesar.
“I want money up front,” I told them. “What do you want him to do?”
The stranger, Paul, spoke up first. “I want him to blow me, but I want to cum in his ass.”
“That’s twenty bucks,” I said. I was lowballing my prices so that they would pass the word on to others.
“That’s pretty steep,” he said.
“He’s worth it,” Barry testified on Caesar’s behalf. As he said that, he handed me a twenty dollar bill. Paul reluctantly did the same.
“Do you want to have a private session, or do you want him to do you both at the same time?” I asked.
Barry was obviously thinking back to last evening’s orgy, and he answered rather quickly, “Together!”
“No way,” Paul said. “I want a private session. Not only private, but I want to go first. No sloppy seconds for me.”
Barry looked so disappointed, I began to believe that I had inadvertently converted my best friend. Paul took Caesar’s hand and led him further into the thicket. Barry and I sat down on the grass to await his turn. I just had to ask. “Are you sure you won’t reciprocate if I give it to you free?”
“No way, Jose! Forget about it.
Somehow I didn’t believe he meant it. I decided to be patient, and see how he felt after another session or two with Caesar.
Paul dismounted Caesar breathing heavily. It was now Barry’s turn, but Caesar shocked me by saying, “Barry, Mark, please to fuck me at the same time.” I was thrilled on two levels. First, of course, for the experience, but second, to see how Barry would react.
At first Barry’s face was blank. It was as if he was considering all options. Suddenly his face lit up, and he broke out into a wide grin. He looked at me, and screeched, “Hell, yeah. It’ll be fun, but it’s your decision Mark.”
I smiled and asked, “Do you think I’d pass up the opportunity to rub cocks with my absolute best friend?”
“How do we do it?” Barry asked sincerely.
I had seen it done in porn films. Granted it was with a woman, and I was sure that a vagina could accommodate more than an ass, but I smiled and said, “I’ll show you.”
I lay flat on my back, and had Caesar sit on my cock, and slide down. I could not believe that I met no resistance. I had to question over and over again, his insistence that he had been a virgin when he came to us. I told him to lean forward.
Barry could clearly see Caesar’s ass. “Enter him doggie style,” I ordered Barry.
“Doesn’t look like enough room.”
“Just shut up and do it.”
Barry pushed up against my cock and started to enter. I almost came as his rod rubbed against mine. Miracle of miracles, he was inside of Caesar in seconds. It was hard for us to do any pumping, so we just sort of did a lot of wiggling. I came rather quickly, too quickly, and in no time at all, I slipped out. Barry had Caesar all to himself now, and he began to pump wildly. Caesar came first, spilling his juices between me and him. Seconds later, Barry came with a little screech.
We lay still for a while, and finally got up and cleaned ourselves off. Paul was nowhere to be seen. He must have taken off.
“Let’s go to Dairy Queen,” I said. “I’ll get us all ice cream. My treat.” I could afford to be magnanimous. After all, I had just earned forty bucks.
The next day at work, I got a text from Barry.
Sex with u & Cae. is just too good. U win. I can’t afford $20 a day. I’ll reciprocate, but only with Cae & u, my BFF.
I was filled with emotions that I didn’t know I had. I had always loved Barry like two close friends, but secretly I desired him sexually, and it was going to come true. I texted back. “I’ll call u after work.”
When I called, Barry did all the talking. “Listen. I’ve lined up a slew of business for you, but I want a 50/50 cut.” I loved Barry and we were going to make real love soon. I agreed immediately.
“Okay. I’ll see you at 8:00 behind the school.”
Barry brought three guys. We collected $20 from each of them, and Caesar entertained them one at a time. Each one left hurriedly when he was done. The third one announced that he had no intention of having a quickie for $20. He announced that he could cum two or three times in a row, and would demand his money’s worth. Caesar just smiled, and pulled him into the woods.
“Now,” I said, and smiled at Barry. I pulled him to me, and without thinking I began to kiss him. I met no resistance, and we began to kiss passionately with open mouths. Our tongues and saliva mixed deliciously, as we fell to the mossy ground.
We twisted into a sixty-nine position, and went to work. Barry had experienced enough blow jobs to know just what to do. Neither of us intended to cum. This was meant to be foreplay, but we were seventeen, and could not control ourselves. We shot into each other’s mouths. Both of us swallowed everything.
Barry spoke first. “Sorry about that. I wanted to fuck you, and have you fuck me.” I started to cry.
“Those words are magic to my ears,” I blubbered. “I have a confession to make.”
“Save it for Caesar’s priest. I love you too. I’ve loved you for a long time. I just couldn’t face it until now.” Suddenly, he began to grin. “I love you…I love you…I love you.” He said it over and over again, like he couldn’t believe it; like he had to reaffirm it. He placed his lips on mine and we began kissing again.
We were interrupted by Caesar, who nudged my shoulder. “You want I should blow you now?”
Barry and I broke out laughing, and I pulled Caesar down to join us. The three of us twisted together, rolled around, fondled, caressed, kissed, and dozed off. I was in a state of euphoria, and I believed Barry was too.
By the time summer came to an end, and school was about to begin, Barry and I had pocketed a little over $5000. We generously gave Caesar $1000, and split the rest. He had no idea that we had sold his services, and he wanted to know where the money came from and what it was for. “Some of the guys, you took care of, were so happy they gave us tips. The tip money belongs to you,” Barry lied. Caesar was delighted.
The advent of school, and impending fall and winter weather, effectively put an end to our summer business. Also by summer’s end, Caesar’s English had improved considerably. By the end of the school year it was almost flawless, and his accent was minimal.
All through the school year, Barry, Caesar, and I made love to each other. It was more than sex, we were a loving threesome. Beadie finally admitted that she was indeed a lesbian. She gave us her blessings, but made Barry promise to escort her to school functions, and out on dates. She provided two of her Lesbian friends to go on dates with Caesar and me, and I believe we successfully masked our activities.
As graduation from high school approached, the three of us realized that Caesar would soon be going back to Argentina. We grew morose and sad. Even our acceptance to SUNY Buffalo did not make us feel any better. Barry was worse than I was, in the sadness department.
About a week before graduation, my dad asked Caesar and me to have a family discussion in the living room. We both believed that it was going to be some sort of farewell speech, and we clung to each other. Somehow, the big grins on my parents’ faces did not seem like a sad farewell moment.
My dad came right to the point. “For the past few months, we’ve been working with the Argentine Embassy and the nuns from the orphanage. The paper work seemed insurmountable, but we finally got through it. Caesar, son, we have adopted you. You’re our boy. You and Markie (groan) are real brothers now. Your name is now Caesar Castillo Sullivan.”
Caesar and I sat in stony, stunned silence, until I heard my brother sobbing. Instinctively I put my arm around him and held him tight. Then I began to cry. My dad thought we were crying from happiness, but I said. “I’m sorry folks, but I can’t go to college in the fall. I don’t want to be separated from Caesar.”
“Relax Markie. We got all of Caesar’s school records from Argentina, and sent his first semester grades to UB, and he’s going there too. I know you had intended to room with Barry. Buffalo has two, three and four men dorm rooms. I couldn’t get you a three man bedroom, but you’ll all be together in a four man dorm.” I had to wonder if my dad suspected what was going on between us.
Of course, I called Barry immediately and told him to rush right over. He cried also when he heard the news. That night, my dad took all five of us out to celebrate. We didn’t sell Caesar’s services that summer, but the three of us spent a lot of time behind the middle school.
Now twenty years later, we all work in Manhattan, where we share an apartment, filled with lots and lots of love.
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