It was a crazy dream. I mean a hot foreign boy just on the shooting side of puberty making me fuck him. I must have come down with some sort of tropical illness. I found my boxers and robe and with wonder if I should stay in bed stumbled to the kitchen. The smell of something sweet cooking pulled me in.

There was Juan nude except for an apron. "No want fun bits burned till later.", he told me. I thought to see his grandparents but they were out. Juan had made a treat for breakfast. My American self would not have thought of it as a treat, but it looked and smelled great. A mix of strange fruits, maybe also a banana, all fried upped. It was fun, my own naked chief reaching up to offer me a spoon sample of his work.

"Yes. Yes, it is good. But I know what will make it better.", I told the wondering Juan.

I undid his apron and grabbed his hand. In my other hand I carried the pan with the spoon in it. I was in such a hurry to get to the bedroom, I did not care if I pulled Juan's arm off or spilled breakfast. In my room, I flung Juan onto the bed and as fast as I could stripped.

I took the pan and poured all over the little boy the burning hot meal. He screamed in pain as his tender flesh burned. Psyche. I did turn Juan into a breakfast table, but he boy giggled as the warm not burning mixture oozed all over his little body. He did more giggling and thrashed about some before I finished breakfast. It was good that the house belonged to a rich person because I did not think all the stains in the sheets would come out with just Juan's grandmother washing them.

I started with his toes. I licked and sucked each one and between them. I went up each little muscled boy leg. I must learn his tongue, because when I switched to sucking his fingers after just working my tongue to his smooth little nut sack, he spoke something that may have been a cuss. I worked each arm to his chest and when there I sucked and teased with my tongue his small but hard little nipples.

Juan had never been so clean as I went for his boyhood. I teased him by going around his hard member. Batting with my tongue and then working each of his little nuts in my warm mouth. I cleaned his crotch and told him, I could see his man hair starting to come in. Juan said I lied. I figure who knows a young boys privates better then the young boy.

Besides being the first time with a dick besides my own, Juan's still had it's skin. Still the pearl leaking showed his worked the same as mine except smaller. I think working and playing with skin did as much to him as going down on his little hidden head. I received a reward of sweet boy cum and fruit. Giving it to me had worn Juan out, but I was still hungry.

I rolled Juan over onto his stomach. The sight, a perfect plump round small golden boy rear. Juan had played with his fun hole but what I was doing or trying to do had never happened to him before. I had to use my weight to hold him still as my tongue invaded him. Juan had never been as cleaned out as this not even by the most powerful enema.

I finished and with what was left of breakfast and my already leaking juice, lubed up my dick and worked Juan all over. This was better then last night. Then I was just a toy for Juan now it was love. Working faster and slower. Knowing when to stop to hold off loosing my load. I was enjoying this hot boy pussy and he was enjoying a hard piece of meat up deep inside him. When I did end. We both fell asleep together as one.

It is a curse that the young recharge so much faster. I was still tired as Juan was up playing my male parts. Small hands groping my balls and checking out what a grown dick looks like without it's skin. I blame still being tired or the pleasure but his warm small mouth made me rock hard again and he once again milked me dried.

I just got off a pat to his boy head as a good boy sign before dozing off again. Still if I knew of the person watching, I would have had a second wind.

Tomas stood watching he had come ahead of his grandparents who were bringing his other little brother. He had stopped in shock seeing what his brother and a strange white man were doing. His teenage Latin blood want him to attack the white man for violating his brother, but the site turned him on. One hand was rubbing his chest and twisting his nipples under his school dress shirt. Tomas' school trousers were popped open and his free hand stoked his meat in his small white bikini briefs.

Tomas wondered what the stranger could do with a teenager, if that is what he did with a little boy.