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Juan From Caracas
by Ironsides (address withheld)
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I am a paraplegic, confined to a wheelchair. When I was
a student in college I took a vacation to Caracas,
Venezuela to meet up with a female exchange student I
had known in high school. She sort of abandoned me and
I was left alone for the remainder of my trip until I
ran into Juan, an 11-12 year old Latino boy, who
changed my life forever. (Mb, ped, 1st-gay-expr, mast,
rom)
***
Back in 1969, while still a student in college, I
decided to go to Caracas, Venezuela, to meet a girl I
had known in college from the previous year in college.
We had dated several times and had grown fond of each
other, but I think her parents had either found out
about our relationship or no longer could afford to
send their daughter to school here in the USA.
I was paraplegic, due to an auto accident at a young
age, and was confined to a wheelchair. I could get
around very well, and had traveled abroad before and
enjoyed learning new cultures. Maria was my first
girlfriend, and I was devastated when she decided to
leave.
All school year long we communicated by mail and I
vowed to come visit her the following summer. As time
came close, her letters seemed less romantic and I
wasn’t sure if she still wanted me to come see her. She
assured me she did.
She made the hotel arrangements and met me at the
airport with some relatives. They all took me to the
hotel and then we went down to the restaurant and had
dinner together. As they left, she promised to come
visit me the next day. I never heard from her again.
For whatever reason, and stupid me forgot to get her
address and telephone number, a week went by and I
realized I was never to see her again.
After the first week, (I was to be there four weeks), I
began to take long walks at night as it was very warm
and comfortable at night. The streets were very
accessible for me so I would stay out for two or three
hours at night, going to different parks and attempting
to write my memoirs. After the third night, a young boy
by the name of Juan came over and said hello. He must
have been 11 or 12 years old, and could speak a little
English. I could speak Spanish fairly well, so we were
able to communicate together quite well. We chatted for
the next couple of nights, and then I would say goodbye
and return to my hotel room.
On the third night, Juan and I had a pleasant time
talking, and as I began to prepare to go home to my
hotel, he asked me if I had a TV in my Hotel room? I
said yes. He then asked if it would be ok if he went
back with me to my hotel and watched TV with me for a
while. I had grown to trust Juan, and even though I was
disabled and confined to a wheelchair, I knew I could
handle Juan if he turned violent for any reason. When
we returned to my hotel, and went into my room, Juan
was real impressed with my room.
I suspected Juan was from a real poor family. I didn’t
really have a very large room, and the only furniture
was the TV, dresser, and a big full size bed. So, I
turned the TV on and jumped on the bed and Juan sat on
the other side of the bed. It was then as we were
watching TV that I realized Juan was from a very poor
family. His T-shirt was dirty and torn, and the small
shorts he wore we faded and worn. However, he was a
cute kid, and very polite.
I had a coca-Cola on the dresser, and I offered him
one. We sat there watching TV for over an hour, and I
was puzzled at how cute Juan was. For some reason I
couldn’t stop looking at him. I think he was beginning
to notice, and one time he looked my way and smiled
briefly. Then, to my astonishment, he opened his legs
so that from my view I could see down his shorts. I
couldn’t help but stare at his little penis, and then I
noticed him looking at me and seeing what I was staring
at. Juan slowly took down his shorts, laying there next
to me with no pants on so that I could see his naked
body clearly.
I had never had a gay experience in my life, and never
thought of having males as attractive sex partners, but
for whatever reason, Juan was so cute, and willing. I
slowly reached my hand over to Juan and grabbed his
penis. I couldn’t believe that I was actually beginning
to stroke his dick, and even better, his little limp
dick was getting hard. Once it got hard, I continued to
masturbate Juan until he began spurting little white
cum, not much, but Juan wasn’t very old yet. Then his
dick went limp.
After masturbating Juan, I reached over and gave him a
hug, and thanked him for allowing me to share that with
him. I then said it was time to go, of which he
appeared very sad to leave, but then perked up when I
said we could meet tomorrow at the same time.
The next evening, I returned to the same park, and I
wasn’t there ten minutes when Juan showed up. We sat
and chatted for several hours, when I said it was time
for me to return home to my hotel room. I thought a lot
about Juan the night before and wondered if my first
experience with him was a one time event, or would he
willingly come back with me to my room again? Juan
smiled when I asked him if he wanted to come with me
and watch TV with me in my room. "Of course", he said,
if you want me. (In Spanish it translated if you want
to use me)
We returned to my room and jumped on the bed as I
turned on the TV. The only thing I had to drink was a
six-pack of beer – so I thought, what the hell, I would
offer Juan one. He took it willingly. After watching TV
for a while and drinking several beers, I noticed Juan
opening his legs again so that I could see his dick. I
even noticed it getting hard this time, and I gently
reached over and pulled Juan next to me. He slid over
willingly, and I began to tug at his shorts before he
grabbed them himself, and took them off.
I then removed Juan’s t-shirt so that all I had was
this beautiful Latin boy lying next to me with a
glaring hard-on. This time I moved over and put his
cute little dick into my mouth and began giving him my
first blowjob. I could hear Juan moaning from pleasure
as I continued to suck his dick for almost a half hour
when he emitted cum in my mouth and then went limp.
This time I grabbed Juan and held him tight, and then
for no explained reason, I gave him a very sexy kiss on
the lips and French kissed this cute little boy, who
seemed to enjoy it as much as I did. We kissed for well
over an hour, when I told Juan I thought it was time
for him to leave. He was deeply saddened by my request,
and said with a tear in his eyes, "Don’t you like me?"
I assured him I liked him very much, but was afraid his
parents would miss him as it was already two o’clock in
the morning. Then he tearfully looked up at me and said
he no longer lived with his parents – he was kicked out
several years ago, and lived on the streets. I then
held him in my arms, and told him he could stay with me
as long as he wanted while I was here.
That night, I requested he take a shower, and while
doing that wash his t-shirt and shorts so they would be
clean the next day. While Juan was showering, I pulled
down the covers, undressed down to my shorts and t-
shirt and waited for Juan to join me. Juan soon joined
me and slid into bed next to me. I turned the lights
off and reached over a slid Juan next to me. It was
then that I grabbed his hand and placed it on my penis,
which had an indwelling catheter going down the middle.
I explained to him what this was, but that it was ok to
masturbate me as I could still get hard-on with the
catheter.
He began to masturbate me as I became hard, and for the
first time in my life, I had a boy playing with my
dick. I enjoyed it totally. While Juan was playing with
my dick, I had a tube of KY jelly next to my bed. I
used the KY jelly to change my catheter with. I
squirted a small amount on my middle finger, and slowly
reached over and stuck my finger in Juan’s ass hole. He
began to moan with pleasure as I finger fucked his ass
hole for well over an hour. What a cute little cunt I
was making Juan into.
Juan and I continued to sleep together my remaining
time there. On my last night, I decided I wanted to do
something special to Juan, so he would remember me
forever. During the say, I managed to find a sex shop,
where I purchased a strap-on dildo. The one I purchased
was 12 inches long, but it was the only one they had,
so I decided to buy it. This evening, I purchased more
beer in the room, and proceeded to work on getting Juan
very drunk.
When finally I had him laying next to me totally naked,
and on the verge of passing out drunk, I reached into
the dresser drawer, and pulled out my dildo, and
strapped it on. I don’t think Juan was capable
initially if understanding what I was about to do to
him, but as I turned him over on his side, and squirted
the tube of KY jelly on his ass hole and began to play
with his new cunt, I could see his look of shock, as I
strapped on this 12 inch dick and began to insert it in
his ass hole.
I easily got the first 6 inches in him and slowly began
to pump him going in a little farther every time. He
began to show pain as I pushed in farther, but
continued to allow me to fuck him. After about 15
minutes, I was finally all the way into Juan’s ass hole
with my 12 inch dildo. I fucked Juan’s ass hole for
several hours that night, with Juan passing out several
times from pain and alcohol.
The next morning, as I packed my clothes for my return
trip, I helped Juan get up and shower. He was very hung
over from the beer, and I could tell his ass hole was
bothering him. When he came out of the bathroom, I gave
him a very passionate kiss and told him how much I
enjoyed him. I gave him my address with some money to
write me when I returned. I never heard from Juan
again. However, he had made my very disappointing trip
to see a girl, a most memorable time. I will never
forget him. I never had another gay experience again.
END
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison.
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