Enjoying our Juventud

I'm originally from Europe, but moved to Latin America when I was in my teens. I arrived knowing very little Spanish, but everyone was very friendly. Where I'm from, people are pretty reserved, but here people are expressive and warm. I loved it how people kissed and touched. I remember I got hard every time a guy would touch me, even though it had nothing to do with sex. I was just unaccustomed to having people touch me so much. My best friend at school was Roberto. He was just about my height (5'10", which is quite tall in this country), had a thick, muscular wrestler's body, the good latin looks of what my mother called a "mantinee idol", and nice dark skin (which I'd always been rather partial to). We were both 17, and he befriended me right away. He was a great help with the language, and soon we became really close. One day while we were alone at his house having a rather animated conversation about some girls we knew, Roberto asked me something I didn't quite understand. My Spanish wasn't so good, so I asked him to repeat. He moved his hand up and down in that universal gesture, and I knew he was asking me about jerking off! I felt all the blood rush to my face....well, not all, because my prick got hard instantly, and I started to stammer and babble in both Spanish and English. Roberto put his hand on my shoulder to calm me down, and I thought I would pass out. He said he had a porno film and suggested we watch it together.. My heart leapt, but I tried to play it cool, and nodded as if this was something I did every day. Roberto popped in the video, and it was a beautiful fuckfest by a French threeesome for starters. I started breathing hard while I watched the French girl being impaled by two very well endowed guys: Her beautiful peach pussy lips spread out over the large tool of the handsome froggy stud in front, and her arsehole unbelievably stretched by the massive Morrocan dick invading from behind. I had seen a couple of pornos before, but they'd seemed a bit exaggerated. The moans and gasps coming from the tele sounded so real. The look on that girl's face still makes me hard when I think about it today: an ecstatic melding of pleasure, pain and abandon. I was so randy that I had actually begun to hyperventilate. I must have been very scary, because suddenly the tele clicked off. I just sat there dazed, and then I remembered Roberto. He was shaking me slightly now and asking me if I was all right. His big hands on my shoulders and the body heat that radiated from him were too much for me. I grabbed his arms with my hands and started stroking them, pretending that I was having an attack of some sort (I sort of was!) and needed him to support me. Still breathing hard, I moved closer to him and I swear a spark of electricity jumped between us as our chests came together. I pulled him closer to me and started to kiss his neck while rubbing his back with my hands. He stood still for a while, and I felt like I was in some kind of slow-motion world. Ever so slowly, I felt his hands drop to my waist, and I knew I was home. He pulled my hips closer to him, and we ground our bulging crotches into each other. Now he was breathing almost as loudly as I was, and it was one of those moments when you remember every minute detail. I remember feeling the pre-cum dripping down my inner thigh - that was a new sensation. I remember the smell of him - a mixture of sweat, musky cologne and Mexican food. I started to run my tongue up the side of his neck and nibble on his earlobe; and he began to whimper like a puppy. I felt a strange power being able to get this macho man so hot just with my tongue and lips in his ear. But after a few minutes, he growled and pushed me back down onto the day bed. He opened my shirt and started on my nipples. He didn't suck them or lick them, but started to bite them. Nobody had ever done that before, and I remember almost crying tears of joy as I shrieked from his hot little love bites. I was afraid the neighbours would hear, but I couldn't help it. Roberto started going down my body, kissing and biting; then he unbuttoned my jeans and took my wet prick straight away into his mouth. I was so shocked, but blissfully happy as I watched Roberto with his eyes closed swallowing me totally, then licking the shaft, then licking my now tight and aching balls. I closed my eyes to concentrate on the sensation of his wet warm mouth and the wonderful sounds he was making. Within seconds I was at the point of no return, and I could not hold back. I shot my load in Roberto's mouth, and he swallowed then hungrily delved into my pubes going after every gob of spunk that had escaped him. I was in a state of delirium for a few minutes, but I knew that I wanted to return the favour. I had long fantasized about holding Roberto's beautiful brown prick - that's how I'd imagined it - of slipping the tip of my tongue into his foreskin and gently nibbling on it 'til the sensitive head popped out. But before I could recover, Roberto had other ideas. He quickly took off his jeans and threw himself on me. I barely got a chance to see his thick brown monster before I felt it and his heavy ball-sack right on top of my own cock which was stirring again. He started humping me faster and faster, and it felt even better than his mouth. Then he started caressing my neck and face; and, leaning forward, started to kiss my neck and cheek. He came closer and closer to my mouth, and our teeth crashed together in a rough, hot kiss that tasted of cum, Coca cola and rum. I clenched Roberto's tongue with my teeth and started to suck on his tongue like my life depended on it. I think he must have enjoyed this aggressive move, because instead of breaking the kiss, he came with me and tongue-fucked my mouth deeper and deeper, around and around, until I was lost in a hedonistic haze. His hot flesh against mine was unsupportably pleasurable, and I came again. Less spunk, but definitely with greater force. Then Roberto let out a sexy animal grunt and shot his spunk all over us in a hot cum sandwich. He rolled off me, and I licked the juice off his belly and kissed him again so he could taste it. That was my first time with Roberto, and we still wank, suck and fool around whenever we can. We'll probably both get married some day, but until then, we're making the most of our "juventud" (That means "youth" in Spanish.)