Redman Plantation Chapter 4
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The truth was Alfredo wasn't even sure how to begin getting close to John. Whenever the sexy black stud wasn't working hard, he was hanging out with his red-headed boyfriend. Alfredo was starting to get truly frustrated, especially after over-hearing them talking about their upcoming relocation to the Marthilston College dormitories. He needed to act quickly in order to get him a piece of John's nice ass or even that big black cock.
The opportunity he was looking for came when John was sent into town to purchase some supplies for the soon approaching autumn season. There were still some last minute repairs and preparation to be done, and they had to be done quickly. John took his father's big blue pick-up but he needed another strong arm to help carry all the purchases. Henry was unavailable as he was out in the fields, so he looked to Alfredo.
"We've never really spoken before but I think we'll get along great together," John started the conversation as they drove along the highway heading to town.
"Yeah, I think so too," Alfredo replied, his Hispanic accent heavy.
"Good...so, what are you into?" For a moment, Alfredo was confused by the question.
"I like sports, any kind. And music of course. Mainly rap, hiphop, reggaeton," Alfredo replied.
"Nice. I'm into that as well. Hoping to play for the rugby team when I get to college in the fall. They're one of the best."
"Great! I love rugby," Alfredo grinned. It wasn't entirely a lie. He loved watching rugby because of the hot, sweaty, beefed up men more so than for the love of the sport itself. "You got a good body for the sport," Alfredo continued, "All muscular, tall, sturdy. I think you'll do well."
"Thanks, man. Do you play? You're pretty well-built yourself."
"I played American football back in la secundaria - uh, high school - and had a few games of rugby. I prefer the rugby though. It's much more real, no padding or helmets. You really have to be tough."
"Yeah. That's what I love about it. A real man's sport," he joked as they pulled up to the big shopping mall on the outskirts of town.
"We'll find the hardware store here," John announced. As they walked across the parking lot, Alfredo watched John from behind. The muscular shoulders and back gliding down to the roundness and bounce of those perfect ass-cheeks in his jeans. Alfredo's dick was rock hard, snaking down his thigh. He wished he could bend John over right there and fuck the daylights out of him.
In the store, John bent over to examine some PVC pipes that he needed. Alfredo looked around and, seeing no one looking, he pretended to pass behind John and purposely pressed his erection against the black stud's ass. There was no other reaction but he knew that there was no way John did not feel that. He passed back the other way just to be sure, pressing even harder, pretending there really wasn't that much room for him to squeeze by. Again, no reaction but he noticed John was quiet for the rest of the excursion.
They drove in silence back to the farm. Alfredo looked over at John a few times, trying to determine what he could be thinking. At least he knew for sure that his little game in the store had worked, judging by the lack of conversation. He hoped that he hadn't gone too far and pushed John away.
"Do you like me or something?" John finally asked as the steel grain silos on the edge of the property came into view. Again, Alfredo was thrown off slightly. He had not anticipated that John would be so direct.
"Well...Yeah, I do," Alfredo admitted, deciding to take the chance on being upfront, "Yes, I like you, and I want to fuck you."
"You know I have a boyfriend, right?"
"Yes, Henry, the red-head boy. I know but I don't care, honestly. I want you John. I want to fuck the hell out of you, or you can fuck me. It doesn't matter." By then, the truck had stopped moving. John was staring straight forward, thinking. By the rising lump in John's crotch, Alfredo could guess what he was thinking.
"Henry doesn't have to know," the cunning Mexican added. Suddenly, the truck was in motion again. John turned onto a bumpy track that led into a grove of trees. Once in the shady seclusion of the trees, John turned to face him.
"I've wanted you too," he admitted, "I've seen you working around the farm. I thought you were fucking hot but then I figured there was no way you could be gay-" John's rambling was cut short by Alfredo's lips on his. John gave into the kiss. He raised his arms as Alfredo peeled off his tee-shirt then latched onto his stiff raisin-like nipples. John moaned and his cock throbbed as Alfredo groped it beneath its denim prison. A few quick moments and John had his cock freed and standing stiff.
"Mierda! What a fucking cock!" Alfredo breathed then sank his lips over it. John moaned as the Mexican stud swallowed his pole to the hilt then started bobbing up and down; fucking his throat on John's manhood. The black stud pressed down on the back of Alfredo's head. He loved the sensation of the thick mustache tickling his balls. He loved the fact that this super-masculine guy was throating his dick. He held Alfredo's head steady as he pumped his hips upward; fucking that hot throat.
Alfredo moaned but didn't resist as John slid back and forth through his wet gullet, slushing sounds filling the small cabin. He groped John's heavy balls then aimed his fingers for the chocolate asshole. John grunted as Alfredo squeezed two fingers into him. He pulled Alfredo's hand to his mouth and wet the digits with his own thick spit then guided them back to his hole. He cooed as they slid in much easier. Alfredo finger fucked John while bobbing on his cock; doubling the younger man's pleasure.
John's legs spread wider and he pumped his hips faster as the double sensation had him rushing to the brink of orgasm. His toes curled and his entire body shuddered as he blasted load after hot and tasty load into Alfredo's mouth. His breathy, bear-like groans echoed in Alfredo's ears as the Mexican guzzled it all down then sucked the pole dry before releasing it.
"Fuck that was good!" John gasped.
"Yes it was. Now it's time for you to feel my cock," Alfredo announced with a grin. He reclined John's seat and straddled the black stud's chest. He freed his cock. Certainly John's cock was huge but Alfredo's was truly impressive. Very thick, heavy, stiff as steel and drooling precum.
"Now that's a fucking dick," John growled and hungrily wrapped his lips around the brown pole and started sucking.
Alfredo moaned, pushing John's head back against the seat and fucking his hot mouth; enjoying the sight of his dick going back and forth between the dark lips. He pushed further and John gurked slightly as the huge cock slipped down his throat at a funny angle.
"That's it! Deep-throat that verga, dawg," Alfredo moaned, slowly working his pole back and forth in John's wet gullet. He closed his eyes and pumped faster, feeling himself quickly approaching the edge.
"Oooooh yeah! Fuck, papi! Uhhhhh mierda! UHHHHHHHHHH!" Alfredo strained, pulling back till just the head of his pulsing dick was between John's lips. It pumped like crazy and flooded John's mouth with his warm creamy sperm. John greedily swallowed every drop while his hands slid up between Alfredo's hairy ass-cheeks and his finger found the hole.
"Ahhhh yeah! Finger my hole, vato!" Alfredo took John's finger into his own mouth then guided back into his hole, just as John had done to his. Once the tip of the finger was safely inside, Alfredo lowered himself on the entire length of it.
"Oooooooooooh yeah! Finger fuck my hole!" he cooed.
"Want to sit down on my big cock?" John asked after a few moments' of fingering. His dick was stone-solid again and aching to fuck a nice hole. Without delay, Alfredo positioned himself over John's pole and slid down on it.
"Oooooooooooh gawd! Yeeeeeeah!" John moaned, feeling the hot, tight, moist innards sucking on his dick. He yanked off Alfredo's shirt; revealing the sexy Mexican's hairless, tattoo-decorated chest and stomach. Gripping both the furry ass-cheeks, John guided Alfredo into a pleasurable bouncing motion on his cock. The big black erection appeared and disappeared between the furry ass-cheeks as John thrusted upward to meet Alfredo's downstroke.
"Aye, vato! It feels so fucking good!" Alfredo grunted, cupping John's face in his hands and sucking on his lips. John returned the kiss with equal passion. Alfredo rode even harder; his stiff giant dick slapping against John's rock-hard, six-pack abs. John moaned loudly, squeezed Alfredo's buttocks tight, and started cumming. They both screamed into each other's mouth. Alfredo was in heaven. That big black pole jumped and jerked inside of him; erupting hot, creamy cum all the way up his bowels.
Gradually, John's cock deflated and Alfredo slipped off him. Both men felt utterly elated after such a hot, spontaneous fuck. Hurriedly getting dressed, they continued on their way back to the farm, knowing there was plenty more work to do. As they came onto the area where the work was being done, John turned to Alfredo.
"Remember, Henry doesn't find out about this," he reminded.
"My lips are sealed, homeboy," Alfredo assured.
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