“Hey.” Diego said, looking up at me. “Get back to work.”
I looked at that face of his, sweating a little now, breathing a little heavy from the sustained motions (not panting, just the open-mouth of exertion), his nose a sharp angle in the middle of that face and as he looked down again, I said, “You missed a spot.”
“Where?” He said, looking up at me again.
“Right there.” I said, tapping that nose. Of course, my finger was loaded with soap, it left a nice blob of white on that brownness.
He looked at me without expression and he said, “And there’s one there.” and got me on the side of my face with his hand...soap-loaded, of course.
I slapped his face with the rag in my hand and he did the same. A quick impromptu duel ensued with the rags, and then he bent down and came back up with...the bucket of soap!
“You wouldn’t dare!” I said to him.
And that bucket of soap moved like a bird in his arms, an elegant curve, and the white soap came out like a swan’s wing. I jumped back and it got me right across the chest. “Yow-ow!” I shrieked. The water was cold!
“You son of a bitch!” I said to him.
“What’s the matter, can’t take it?” he chided me, his teeth a gleaming set of pearls set in dark glory.
“Get ready to pay, you scoundrel!” I said. Because at my feet was...the hose!
The hose had a small switch at the nozzle to turn it on, I flipped the switch and proceeded to trounce the varlet! He laughed, dodging and fishing for a weapon of his own, but there was nothing but the soap on the car, he scooped up some and lobbed it at me and he managed to get me on the hair.
Then he came over and tackled me and that strong body of his lifted me up on to the trunk of the car and nuzzled my neck. I think he would have kissed it, but I was awfully soapy. Then he rubbed his nose against mine and said to me, in intimate tones that dripped in golden vowels from his tongue. “What happened to washing the car?”
“Hey.” I said to him. “We’re washing it. We just got to the best part, that’s all.”
Diego just smiled and reached for my lips and we kissed as his arms stroked my shoulders. We were wet, we were soapy, we were sticky and a total mess...and right then, I didn’t give a damn!
My hands felt Diego’s back, so strong, so warm and smooth. I envied him that skin of his, not a blemish or a pimple anywhere on it, just smooth and brown and moist beyond the spray of water which was now only the sog in his shirt and shorts.
And his hair, it drizzled water onto me when he raised his head up, each strand feeding a solid clear line of water that hit my shoulders and my neck. “Ready to go inside now?”
“Why?” I said to him in my softest tones. “Nobody can see us out here. They never have.”
“We should sunbathe nude out here.” he decided.
“Sunbathing sounds good.” I said. “After.”
His hands answered that, as they found the waist of my swim trunks and tugged them down. His only problem was that my cock was hard inside them, he had to worm them off my shaft and let it spring out and then they slipped easily off my hips. His hand gripped my manhood and pumped it in slow, languid movements. “You should have come back to bed with me this morning.” He said. “I was having such a wonderful dream before you woke me, I was all nice and hard.”
I remembered those vibrating buttocks of his when I slapped them. “Wish I’d known.” I said. “And that you’d been on your back.”
“You like my butt.” He said indifferently. “Always you wake me up by touching it.”
“You’re always on your stomach.” I said. “What else am I going to touch?”
I closed my eyes and sighed, his hand was sending me into the tenseness of excitement, the sigh helped me focus. “Maybe tomorrow I’ll won’t slap it, then. Maybe I’ll just pull down the covers and slide it in.”
He shrugged. “If you want to.” he said and the thought of that made me harder than ever.
“I think now you are ready.” he said to me and reached for his shorts. The zipper hissed down and there were no briefs under it. I looked at that proud Latino tool arching upwards with the cockhead as its prow, a sword with which he could impale me. “How do you want it?”
“Just slap some soap on it.” I gasped. “I think that’ll be enough.”
He did, he scooped some of the soap globs from the car and greased his cock with it, the soap squished and made sucking sounds as his hand moved back and forth. Diego gasped and threw his head back.
“Hey, don’t get carried away.” I chided him. “Get it in me.”
“Yes, now, now.” He breathed and his cock was held downwards in its arc by one powerful hand and he pressed it against me. “Are you ready?”
“God, yes!” I sighed. “Get it in me.”
I felt the strength and size of him as he pushed against me. After eight months of living with a lusty Brazilian stud, I still savored this moment, the sheer size of it burrowing into me. Every night he pushed this pride of maleness into me, every night I suckled at this tower of strength, every night I felt its heat and its need like a firebrand in the dark, lighting up my senses by its potency if not its radiance.
Now I had it by day and outdoors, this was the first time we had done it outside the confines of our bedroom, hidden by the discreet curtains and cushioned by the accommodating bed, now it was the hard fiberglass body of the Corolla under me, and it was daylight, nearly noon, the sun blessing us with its warmth, this first taste of the heat that was to come, the taste that was nectar because it was new, and the heat was to be embraced and loved, we unfurled our wings of happiness and sunned them in this beneficient light, and in that benediction of the new spring sun, Diego’s cock breached the barrier of my sphincter and pushed into me and my only sound was a gasping sigh and a shuddering moan.... Good! So goo-oo-oo-oo-ood!
“Oh, God, Diego!” I breathed! “Oh, man, that’s good!”
With the swaying that mimicked the palm trees in the breeze, Diego’s hips began to move and his power and his godhood plunged into me, the ecstasy that spoke of a thousand tropical nights transplanted here to Southern California and finding the soil fertile and the climate warm, it had bloomed here for me! So often I looked at Diego and myself and saw opposites, but now I felt like him, so very like him, we were more than brothers under the skin, we were more like two sides of the same coin, and the differences were nothing, for we shared all of ourselves.
