I just finished school at BYU and was feeling I needed out of this repressed city and decided to move. I was also tired of the snow and cold. With very few possessions and after 24 years of this place, I packed everything I owned into my car and headed down to Arizona. When I arrived in Arizona, I had no idea where the bad or good areas were in the Phoenix area. Starting at one end of the city and working my way to the other end seemed like my best choice. This would give me an overview of the area and I could explore the city at the same time. The first place I checked out was The Ryan on Jefferson Street. I was shocked to learn that a studio apartment in this place started at $1,944.00 can could be as much as $2,424.00 and the entire living space was 579 sqft. Not to mention the salary requirement of making 3 times the amount of the monthly rent had me questioning the whole relocation thing. The next place was Park of Central Apartment Homes on Central Avenue, and the monthly rent was $1,515 for a 488 sqft. Studio apartment. It was less expensive, but it was also smaller. However, it is close to the city center which could be nice. When I entered the rental office at Sienna Pointe Apartments, I noticed two guys talking to the assistant manager about rent or something. When they saw me, they stopped speaking and stepped aside to let me ask about rental information. After getting rental information I turned around and headed out the door and was calling it for the day. Before I made it to my car, I thought it would be wise for me to continue my search for a place to live being that I was on a tight budget and unemployed. I managed to save some money but if I continue using my credit card for everything, I could get in trouble quickly. I had just reached my car when I heard, aye can I talk to you for a minute. When I turned around, one of the guys that had been speaking to the assistant manager was standing right in front of me. He was wearing a New York Yankees baseball cap tilted to the side and was a little taller than me, over six foot tall, about 185 pounds and fucking muscular under his white tank top. My eyes automatically went right to his massive package in his basketball shorts, whatever he was packing was hanging to his left. As I moved my eyes upward, I noticed his sweet brown skin under his white tank top and the tattoos on his shoulders and his light peach fuzz above his lip as he just smiled at me and asked if I was looking to rent a room. Obviously, he knew I was and started telling me that he and his friend live a three-bedroom at Hacienda Apartments on Vogel Avenue, and they were looking for a roommate. He insisted that I come and look at their apartment which I did. It seemed like a nice place, and he took me into a room and told me he would only charge me $300.00 a month for the room. It was at this time he told me is name was Roberto and where in Mexico he was from. I told Roberto that it was a nice place, and I would think about it. As we were talking, Felipe his roommate walked in. He too was over six foot, and 185 pounds of muscular brown skin. His baseball cap was cocked to the side too, and not wearing a shirt. His basketball shorts hung low and showed off his muscular body and a huge package that was hanging to the left also. As I moved my eyes up, I noticed his Rodriguez tattoo on his stomach above his belly button and one across his chest. When I finally looked up to his face, he was smiling as well. Both were friendly as fuck, and Felipe told me to sit down. Placing his hand on my chest, he gently pushed me back which made me lose my balance and I fell on the couch.
He grabbed some beers from the fridge and handed me one as I told him I didn’t like beer. I heard him say “panocha” (pussy) under his breath before he took a seat next to Roberto. We sat on the couch for about an hour while they talked and tried to convince me to rent the room from them. I don’t remember anything they said, I was too mesmerized by their Spanish accent. While they were talking, I felt like I kept staring at their dark brown chests and noticing every time they adjusted their package inside their shorts hopefully without them noticing. I told them about my situation, and Roberto said he could get me a job working construction with him, if I rented the room. So, I broke down and rented the room from them. In a few weeks I got a job working with Roberto at his construction site, met a lot of their friends, their girlfriends, and Roberto’s son. Weeks turned into months, and everything become familiar. I started hanging out with them all the time as I was becoming comfortable in this place. Though they were comfortable from the beginning. For example, I would always hear them fucking their bitches through the walls, walking around in their boxers, and them both always bragging, telling me how bitches love their big Mexican dicks. One night we were hanging out at the pool with their friends chilling (drinking and 420). I was in the pool. After a while, I got out and I was lying in the chair on the pool deck. Roberto got out of the pool and started to make his way over to me. While he was walking towards me, I realized just how huge Roberto was. His swim trunks were compressed against his body, and his dick seemed to reach almost halfway down his thigh. Good thing I was wearing shades because it was so big, I could not keep my eyes off it as he was walking towards me with water dripping down his toned Sunkist body. He was a couple of years older than me. He was fucking hot as fuck. When he got to me, he stood with his dick eye level to me and said, “Jason we need to chill together” in his sweet Spanish accent. I was blinded by the outline of his trunks. While we were token, we started talking and I asked him about his tattoos and if they hurt when he got them. He started pointing out his tats and telling me about them. Then he started to convince me that I should get some and started to suggest I should get two-playboy bunnies one on each inner torso just below my stomach. I could see his because the water pulled his swimming shorts waistband down, revealing his tats that brought attention to his huge bulge. He told me he knows a guy that could do it for cheap. I told him I was scared that it would hurt, and that I don't know. He said, “Don’t worry.” He then called his tattoo guy while we started back to the apartment to change. I was still hesitant. Roberto came in my bedroom while I was putting on a pair of dry soccer shorts and handed me a pill and some water and told me that it won’t hurt and to take this pill. I assumed it was a pain pill and popped it in my mouth and we headed to his friend. When we got to his friends, he had everything ready and told me to sit in the chair. I remember laying back and him pulling down my waist band down to get access to my inner thigh. While I was in the chair sitting, they started talking to each other in Spanish. I zoned out. Soon the room started spinning and I felt a warm sensation come over my body. I felt high while he was inking my lower torso and only felt like someone tickling my torso. Next day around 2 p.m. I woke to sounds of Roberto fucking his girlfriend. I could hear him talking to her and her moaning, this made me fantasize about him fucking her. I could hear him through my bedroom wall calling her a slut, as he was smashing her. Hearing him fuck her got me horny, I pulled my dick out of my shorts and started to jerk off fantasizing of her getting fucked by him. Soon another weekend came, and we had a party down by the pool. Felipe this time kept talking to me. We were chilling when Roberto came over and grabbed my stomach, putting his hand on my tattoos and said, “Looks like a playa.” He said I should get another one and we started talking about the ones on his calves, and across his chest. Roberto pulled my swim shorts down so my ass was visible then said, “Get it on your ass.” Laughing they both said “you’re a fag” if you do. While we were sitting talking Felipe’s, girl offered us donuts. I went over to sit in the hot tub and about 45 minutes later my head started spinning, and I felt light and relaxed, so I started going up to our apartment to lay down on my bed. Later, Roberto walked into my room and asked me if I was down to fuck around. Kind of shy, I said yes. Then I could feel his hand rubbing up and down my ass crack, my shorts were pulled passed my ass and I hear and feel someone spit on my ass. Horny as fuck, I lifted my ass. Then I hear Roberto’s voice in my ear, “Relax fag” It was hard to utter words being on cloud nine, while moaning I mumbled, “I’m not gay.” At that moment I felt Roberto’s dick slid slowly up my ass, and him say in my ear, “you are now”. I started moaning, hearing his Spanish accent, “You like that fat Mexican dick, again faggot”, he says. All I could do was moan feeling the effects of the ecstasy I just laid their moaning to Roberto’s hard dick sliding in and out of my ass. Couple times I tried to touch his stomach. He pushed his whole dick up my ass. He would grab my hand folding it behind my back and holding it in place while pushing me into the bed, he continued to pump my ass. He came in my ass, and it felt great. I am sure his big dick is the reason his girlfriend is always down to fuck him. What a lucky bitch she is. For the next few days, it was uncomfortable talking and being around Roberto and Felipe because I felt emasculated knowing that I got fucked by Roberto. I didn’t know if Roberto or Felipe thought I was gay. This prompted me to start dating and met a few thots on craigslist that I fucked. Nevertheless, Roberto was the same and never hinted or said anything about me getting fucked by him. A few weeks went by and one weekend in July, we went to a BBQ and a pool party at Felipe’s friends down the road. Later in the night Felipe, his gf and a lot of the crew there were high on weed, and molly, Felipe convinced me to take some. While we were all hanging at their pool, listening to music and drinking. The feeling was euphoric and made me start noticing all the fucking cholos in their swim shorts, and some in their boxers. There were several cholos that I kept noticing. Their bulge seemed to be the only thing holding their swim shorts up. These cholos were getting me horny as fuck. My head was spinning so much, though I was six feet I only weighed 170. I knew I was a lightweight to these fucking guys. So, I started to make my way back to our apartment which was just down the road. When I got home, I fell on my bed. Then Roberto walked into my room, and asked me, “Want this dick? I wanted it, but I was scared to say yes, so instead I just opened my mouth a little. Roberto put his dick near my face. I was so mesmerizing by how huge his dick was. Placing his hand on my head and pushing his dick in my mouth, he said “Suck my dick.” He had his dick sticking out of his boxers and this time I compiled without any words, I took his dick in my mouth and this being the first dick I ever sucked, I remember its salty taste, knowing now why I always hear his bitches fucking moaning in his bedroom. This dick was so fat and huge there was no way I could fit it in my mouth. I always thought my six-inch dick was up to par. But his dick had to be like 9 or 10 inches. It was a huge fucking dick, which made it difficult to suck it. Roberto blurted out he needs ass and within seconds. He pulled my shorts down to my ankles and had my legs bent and in deck chair position, his hands pushing and holding my legs in the air trying to push them to my ears. I started looking at him and saw him aiming his mouth at my ass then spit, feeling his saliva hit my ass I then felt the pressure of his massive uncut dick sliding in my ass. I was so high and horny I grabbed Roberto’s ass with one of my hands to slow down his penetration into my ass, I put my other hand on his muscular stomach, trying to hold him back so he wouldn’t shove his dick all the way up my ass. His ass was so tight and round in in my hand, in moaning I mumbled, “Fuck.” Roberto must have taken that to mean, I wanted to be fucked because he slides his dick in and out of my ass harder, saying, “tomalo todo joto.” (Take it all, faggot.) I was so fucking high and having Roberto’s ass in my hand, made me horny as fuck, I didn’t care, that he was fucking me. Every now and then when my eyes rolled back, I would glance up while he had my legs bent back to my ears. His red baseball hat turned sideways and his peach fuzz just above his lip was moist with sweat while he was moaning. My hand that was on his stomach moved up to his chest. While staring at his chest and biceps I remember thinking this must be why Latina chicks are always pregnant. If I had Roberto’s huge fucking dick, I would be fucking everything also. In this position with my legs bent in the air, I felt like a total bitch and heard him moan, he started slamming my ass faster, and faster, calling me a “fag”. This made me grab his ass harder, suddenly stopping leaving his dick entirely in my ass I felt a warm sensation in my ass. Within seconds he slides his dick out of my ass and said “you like that Mexican dick, don’t you faggot” from the edge of the bed he pulled up his shorts. He put his dick back into his boxers and walked out. I just laid there feeling like a used cum-dump, still horny from the ecstasy. Since those nights working with Roberto and hanging out with him and Felipe, I always felt like he knew I was undressing him whenever I looked at him. Whether true or not I knew they were always horny now living with him for a while now. Another night while in the pool Roberto went to take a piss and when he left, I got out of the hot tub and started drying off, as did a couple of his friends. When he came back, he said he needed rolling paper, he asked me to go with him, JC convenience store was just down the street, so we headed over there. Club Silverado was a Latin night club just near the convenience store which is why the parking lot was always filled with Latin vatos and chicas. There was always a lot of cholos there, which I later learned was a spot for quickies. After picking up paper we started heading back. On the way back, we went through the alley that ran behind our apartment complex. While I was walking beside him, Roberto starts pushing me up against the brick fence with my ass in a target position for his dick. Telling me he needs to fuck. My shorts are easily lowered allowing for his dick. He pushes my head against the wall while he starts pushing his dick up my ass. I moan feeling his dick slide up my ass, he starts pumping his dick up my ass a few times. He pushes my head harder into the fence and I hear him moan knowing he just unloaded in my ass, “homo made me cum.” He pulls his dick out of my ass and slaps my ass. While I pull up my shorts, he says, “come on”. While walking back I started to tell Roberto that I ‘m not gay, and never have done shit like this. He just smiled grabbing my ass and said, “Your white ass is tight as fuck bro, it’s made for Mexican dick.” “Relax ese.” “All you gringos are homos. Don’t worry amigo”, he tries to comfort me, “you got a sweet ass that’s all. It's cool, just relax man,” he said in his sweet Spanish accent. That was the moment I realized Roberto knew I was a whore for his huge uncut Mexican dick, which made him continuously put his dick in my ass whenever he needed to get off. Which became more often, at work, the mall, middle of the night while asleep, parks, the bus station. Though it was always away from people or when no one was around. I'm not sure how they found out, but a couple of Roberto's cholo friends found out I took Mexican dick in the ass. He swears he didn't say tell anyone because he didn't want people to think he was gay. Most of them played it cool but I was worried about Oscar. He was in a gang, had been to jail and looked hardcore. Truth be told, I lusted after him in a bad way. He was in jail, so maybe one day I'll get my wish. We will have to wait and see.
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