A visitor in the night

I lived in Pasadena CA for two years after I got divorced. I lived in little court that had three cottages on each side and one house at the end that had an upstairs apartment (mine) and a downstairs apartment that had a Mexican family that lived there for the first 6 months I was there. To my knowledge they spoke *********** English. The wife was friendly and always said hello and we exchanged cookies at Christmas. The husband was this hunky construction worker that was short but all muscle. He wasn't vey friendly or nice to me at all. I always felt that he heard all the guys walking up the stairs and he had a thing about gays. I was nice to him anyway, just because it tended to piss him off.

They moved away. I really missed the wife and kids. There was a quiet now. Then a very quiet guy moved in and the family was forgotten.

One night I had just gotten back from work and had been sitting in my shorts watching TV when someone knocked on my door.

I threw on a tee shirt and went down the steps to see who was at the door.

I looked out the window and the man standing there had his back to me. The coat he was wearing looked sharp. Dressed to the nines he turned around and it was the husband. He smiled a brilliant smile and I forgot all the mean spirited things he used to do to me. I had never seen him point his charm at me. "Holla, senor"

"Hi." Said I. "Is your family here?" He got a questioning look on his face. "Selina?" He sort of laughed. "No. Senor. Me..ah..only." He pulled out a 6 back of my favorite beer out of a bag that was on the ground. "For me?" "Si. " And he pointed upstairs to my apartment. "Sure, I guess" and moved aside so he could move up the stairs.

Following him up the steps his ass was right eye level and and DAMN. The pants fit him like a glove.

We walked into the living room and he handed me the beer. "You want a glass?" He just wanted one of the bottles. He took off his coat and he had on a really tight tee on that really showed off his body. I pointed at the only real chair I had, which was one of those big whicker chairs that came in two pieces and if you didn't sit in it right the top fell off knocking you on to the floor.

He sat there with he legs spread wide and he kept his beer bottle right in the mound of his cock.

We didn't speak. We couldn't. We didn't have a common language. It took the second beer for me to figure out the common language we did have in common and that was sex.

He had been playing with the bottles neck like he was stroking his cock. I had never noticed how soulful his eyes were until he looked at me with lust. I struggled to get out of my bean bag chair and garbed a hold of his leg to get up. I reached down to pick up the beer between leg, moving my hand around to rub it along his, now, hard cock. He took my hand and held it against his maleness.

He reached up and pulled me down for a kiss. I'm a pretty passionate lover but I have never felt the heat.

His hands were busy, but mine were as well. I pulled up his shirt and and brought my mouth to his chiseled chest. He moaned and he tried to get up off the chair and we both fell on the floor laughing.

I'm a big man myself and he picked my up and carried me into the bedroom.

We took off our clothes and and I had my face down in his lap. His Cock was a hard 9 inches and fit well in my mouth and throat. He wrapped his legs around my neck and skull fucked my face, He used his hands on the back of my head and drove his member as far as he could. I was down so far I could lick his ball sack. I started playing with his ass and he went wild.

I was about to pass out from lack of air when he let go of my head, bringing the head of his cock to my lips and let loose with a flood of cum that had me choking again. After he calmed down he moved around and licked his hand and stoked my hard cock, bringing it to a resounding spurting mess, covering him and me with jiss.

We cleaned up and I sent him on his way.

When he came back he had more on his mind.