Mario Y Miguel inspired by Hotbarebacking models Mario Montes and Miguel Temon.
Mario and Miguel wasn't supposed to happen. Mario wanted it but Miguel was a straight boy from the barrio who never once thought about getting his dick sucked by a guy, much less his girlfriend's brother.
Every Friday and Saturday, Miguel would show up at Mario's parent's house in his lowrider to take Carmelita to the movies or maybe just to cruise around town. Carmelita would fly down the stairs in her too-tight jeans and heavy black eye liner and into the car of "that devil Miguel," as Mario's mother Lydia called him. "No good is gonna come out of Carmelita and that boy, except a baby, and I'll be the one taking care of it. You hear me, mijo?" Lydia would tell Mario every time Carmelita's spirit flew out of the door.
"Si' Mama'. I hear you every time."
"Dios Mio," Lydia would say and cross herself.
Mario would watch Miguel through the window every time he showed and if Miguel saw him, he'd just nod his head once and Mario would do the same. Then Miguel would drive off with Carmelita climbing all over him and bounce his lowrider away to wherever.
Mario would lie in bed and hear his big sister creep in the front door late at night and almost every night, she'd knock on Mario's door. He'd always pretend to be asleep but he couldn't wait for her to come home.
She'd tiptoe in to Mario's room and shake him.
"Mario," she'd whisper. "Mario!"
"What?" he'd say pretending to be annoyed. "Why are you waking me?"
"Oh, Mario. We had so much fun tonight!"
Mario pretended he didn't want to hear but he longed to hear about the nights Miguel and his sister spent together.
"Oh, Mario. Miguel was so hard tonight! Remember how I told you he just grows and grows and grows so much that my mouth starts to hurt?"
"Ah! Carmelita! Callate! I don't want to hear such dirty things," he'd lie to her.
"Miguel is so big and he just grows bigger and bigger and he slides in and out of me so hard and fast that I think I'm going to faint half the time. He just grunts and slides and makes my thighs ache," she'd giggle a little then.
"Shut up, Carmelita! If mama' hears you talk like that she's going to make you go to the priest."
"And what will that dirty old man say to me, eh Mario? What secrets do you think he has?"
"You are going to hell just like mama' says, Carmelita. Go away so I can sleep."
Carmelita would shrug and turn to walk out but as she did she'd grab between her legs, "Ohhh. I'm so sore down there."
"Get out, dirty!" Mario would say and Carmelita would giggle again.
And as soon as she left he would put his hand and his now rock hard cock and think about Miguel growing and growing and growing. How he wanted to feel Miguel grow in his mouth and to grow inside of his tight boy hole that has never been fucked. He stroked his own rock hard cock until he felt the sweet, strong release all over his belly and chest. Now he could sleep.
For weeks it went on this way with Mario stroking out a thick load from his hard cock thinking about Miguel. But the next Saturday night, Carmelita came home early slamming the front door and crying. Mama' came running down the stairs.
