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Date: Wed, 23 Oct 2024 06:34:23 +0000 (UTC)
From: Justin Balancier <jbalancier9@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Real Antonio Part 3

"THE RETURN OF ANTONIO"

Part 3

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"Hello, I'm Johnny ï¿½ Yes sir, you certainly are," replied an elderly
gentleman shopping the garden center with his wife. I just read your name
tag. We are looking for a Black Lace Elderberry shrub, and the cashier said
to check with Johnny, pointing in your direction." Said the elderly woman
pushing a garden cart filled with annuals.

"Gosh we had several until yesterday." I told him. "Our landscape crew used
them landscaping the National Commercial Bank site.

"Not a problem, young man. C'mon on Lil, we'll look around."

An attractive Hispanic dude nearby, and leaning against a display of garden
tools, walked over to where I was standing.

"Hi, remember me?" he asked.

"Nope, should I?"

"I worked here, as a carpenter's helper when Sal added the loading
dock. That was about three years ago."

"Nope, sorry."

"I'm Carlos; you were friends with my brother Antonio."

I hadn't heard the name Antonio mentioned since he returned to Mexico. I
was loaded with questions for Carlos about Antonio, but played it cool
hiding my true excitement talking about his brother. I assumed he knew
nothing about anything.

In my thoughts, I recall we had the strangest friendship but the most
memorable one the way we clicked with each other. We performed like sluts
using cock for nasty pleasure. This recap of Latino sex dashed through my
head in the matter of seconds, and I felt good remembering all that Mexican
milk I swallowed.

Over the last three years, I went from hook up to hook up having one night
stands and plenty of cock. Not to sound melodramatic but nobody made me
feel as good as Antonio could. Antonio was the real deal.

"What bring you to the Hudson Valley," I asked.

"I live here, I never went back to Durango,(Mexico) like Antonio did," said
Carlos. "I'm twenty five, married and divorced. Marriage wasn't for me."

"How's that?"

"I was too immature for that shit. There is stuff, I want to try, and can't
cater to woman. I like to fuck different chicks, like my brother
Antonio. We talk about it." he concluded.

Carlos looked like Antonio but with a neat beard and slightly shorter. His
voice was not as deep either, however he was polite and yes, hot looking.

"How is your brother," I asked.

"Ask him yourself, he is standing right behind you," smiled Carlos.

"Hey buddy," It was Antonio putting his arm around me for a manly hug. I
was so caught off guard; talk about pure distraction, this was it. All that
came out was ï¿½"You're back."

"Yes buddy, I am back and looking for you. I went to your place, but you
moved. I remembered you worked here."

"You look good to me, I never forgot you. I never forgot anything,"
admitted Antonio.

"C'mon, I said, "Let's walk checking trees and shrubs, so we can talk."

They didn't answer, but followed me until the three of us were alone
walking among pine trees and nursery stock.

"I will make this story quick," he said walking beside me along with
Carlos.

"I went partners with an acquaintance in Mexico.. We had a cafï¿½, and
served food along with whisky and tequila. Sometimes the deposits never
made it to the bank. My partner was drunk all the time. And in eighteen
months, I was broke and out of business. That was that.

My woman, Maria, (never married) worked as a prostitute when I was at
work. She took the kid, who wasn't mine, but lied to me, and moved in with
a wealthy rancher. Maria cared about money. When my money disappeared, the
pussy ended. You remember how I love to fuck."

"Anyway," continued Antonio, "I left Durango, and came back to the USA. Now
I work with Carlos. Everything is good in America." Antonio concluded.

The yarn read like fiction, but could be true. I believed half of what
Antonio was saying, but it didn't matter. You can never go back, and I
wasn't getting involved with his mistakes.

"Do you remember the rundown place where I lived, a couple of miles from
here," asked Antonio.

"Yeah, I do."

"Carlos bought it cheap and we are fixing it up. We are carpenters during
the day. At night Carlos and I work on the house. You should come and see
how it looks."

"Tonight is Enchiladas with Chile sauce, if you will join us. If you like
pizza better, we can get that too,' suggested Carlos.

"I'll pass."

"Are you angry with me," asked Antonio..."

"NO- never, you are with your brother and don't need me hanging around."

"Oh, but I do need you," replied Antonio.

"I need you too," added Carlos.

"What?"

"He knows," said Antonio. I told him, and Carlos is cool. We are horny and
fucked up brothers having sex with each other. It isn't right, but good
sex.

I told him about you and La Leche, thinking maybe you can do both of us.  I
ask not to be a whore, but a friend.

Carlos stood close to me, so I could see his swollen crotch. He smiled the
same as Antonio. You should see this guy ï¿½ what a package, I was hooked.

"What time tonight," I asked. "I get out of work at 5:00."

"7:00."

"Can I bring anything? I asked.

"Just your warm mouth, thirsty for Latino milk, smiled Antonio.

"Sweet, I can do that."

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