Straight Tequila... Again

Author's Note -- There are elements of non-consent in this story. If that type of element offends you, or is problematic, please do not read.

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Dedicated to Victor ("Carlos"), Sonny ("JD"), Patrick ("Beto"), Ricky ("Andres"), Johnny ("Hector"), and Jose ("Joe") - you'll never recognize yourself in this but thank you for giving me your character.

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"Hey short fucker! You want some breakfast? Or are you just gonna play with yourself all day?"

Such brilliant, witty repartee. But considering who I was yelling at, well deserved. And more importantly, well expected by him.

And, of course, his literate response was even more expected.

"Fuck off, gay boy! I'll be there in a minute. You just make your Daddy's breakfast because he's not giving you any of his big sausage this morning."

If there's one thing about Carlos and me that people have figured out by now, it's that no matter what we say or do, we're friends to the end. Even though sometimes, I'd like it to be the end... and kill the sexy motherfucker.

But, I jest. Carlos is, and always will be, my friend. My brother. My mano. We've been through a lot in our lives. And each other's lives. And I will always love him. Maybe more than I should... if you get my meaning.

It was Saturday morning and Carlos often worked overtime on the weekends. He came walking into the kitchen, dressed for work, and looking like the sex bomb he was. He was an emergency responder for PetroChem, one of the local petrochemical plants, and wore long sleeve shirts, old jeans, and boots to work. He changed into a special work uniform at the plant, but his "go to work" gear was nothing special.

But the "nothing special" clothes that Carlos wore to work only enhanced the amazing muscular body that made him stand out. Short, at only 5'5", a latino with beautiful golden skin, black hair, and brown eyes, Carlos had a physique that taller guys could only dream about. His personality was even more amazing. Yes, he was a joker, a prankster, and usually the life of any party he was at. But one would be hard pressed to find a sweeter, more loving, accepting guy than Carlos. Very trusting and innocent in a lot of ways. Needless to say, most people concentrated on his body. But there was a lot more to Carlos than that.

Even though I thought I knew him better than most anyone, Carlos has managed to surprise me with his ability to feel, be vulnerable, and experience new things. And last night was one of those times that he surprised me. Several times.

He had come home early from a Friday night out, which surprised me. While Carlos had been getting drunk more than usual because of issues with his ex-wife, he was actually fairly sober, although still tipsy. He mentioned that the reason he was early was that he was tired of the club scene and wanted to be alone. I was about to give him his space, when he sprung his first surprise... and asked me for a massage. He had never asked me to do that before and when I asked why, he said he was stressed. And had just wanted to be back home. With me.

I was a little nervous because I knew about the pent up feelings I had for Carlos. Yes, the sexual ones because he was the hottest guy around. But also the emotional ones. The ones that came from my heart and truly loved him. Carlos was straight and I knew that we'd never be more than just friends. But I'm sure that I always hoped that maybe someday... someday... something might change. So getting my hands on his body, along with having strong feelings for him, might create a situation that I didn't want to engage in.

I won't go into all the details of the rest of what happened last night. But suffice it to say that Carlos and I ended up having sex. He was drunk and fell asleep, I was horny and hot, and I ended up fucking him. But the second surprise he gave me was after the sex.

I was in agony over the guilt I was feeling, having taken advantage of him. But that sweet, loving man opened himself up to me and told me that he had always known about how I felt about him. And that he had much of the same feelings towards me. He even enjoyed the amazing blow job I gave him! But that the fucking was a little too much... or at least, he needed to think some more before considering doing it again. Anyway, he told me to not feel guilty and to know that he and I would always be friends and brothers. Because I gave him peace, stability, and love in his life. And he did to me as well... along with fucking amazing sex!

I was at the stove, making french toast, as he walked in the kitchen. He came behind me and grabbed me in a bear hug.

"Carlos! Shit man, let me go! I'm gonna burn the house down!"

He laughed, ruffled my hair, and went to the refrigerator, looking inside. "Hey, where's the orange juice? You know you are supposed to have that for me every day." He looked over at me and grinned that beautiful smile. "Gotta keep my sweet disposition, mano. That's your responsibility."

I looked back at him and rolled my eyes. "Fuck off, bitch. It's in the back. I had to put some more beer in the frig for our dinner with Joe tomorrow. You remember? Your friend and co-worker, Joe? You know, Jose Delacruz, Sr.? The man who managed to get you hired out there?"

Carlos rummaged around and got the orange juice out.

"Oh yeah, that's right." He poured the juice into a glass and said, "Oh yeah, he said Vera couldn't come with him." Vera was Jose's wife. "But he said he talked JD into coming. So that's cool."

Jose Delacruz, Jr., or JD as his family called him, was Joe's oldest son. He was 21 years old, going to community college, and working, according to him, a boring ass job at the mall. He'd come to visit us a couple of times when Joe came by. He was a good kid, about 5'8", 180 lbs, brown hair and eyes. Like Joe, he was a latino, with very light skin that accented his handsome good looks. He told me he had a girlfriend, whose name was Janie, and they were an "on again, off again" couple. Evidently Janie was jealous of any girl JD became friends with.

Carlos also told me that JD and Joe had a pretty tense relationship. Joe tended to be extremely strict with JD and thought his son too carefree and irresponsible at times. But according to Carlos, JD was very smart and creative about people and situations. He just didn't like dealing with people's drama and preferred to just enjoy life as it came each day. He graduated number 18 in his high school class of 600 students, which put him in the top 3% of the class. But even that wasn't good enough for his father. So Carlos warned me that I might see Joe and JD have words at times. And to not get involved.

So other than thinking he was a pretty smart, mature, and handsome guy, with a personality similar to Carlos, I didn't give JD much thought.

Until about two months ago, when he came by before going swimming to get Carlos's raft and pool chair.

In all the times he'd come by the house, I had only seen JD wearing baggy long sleeve shirts and loose fitting pants. He had a mind of his own and seemed to only dress in a style that he was comfortable with. But that day, he was in a sleeveless white t-shirt and some swim trunks. His physique was astounding! I knew he played football in his high school years, but he evidently worked out in the gym as well. His arms were bulging with muscle and his shoulders were just as swoll. His chest was impressive, with his pecs pushing out his shirt, his nipples large and very obvious in the shirt.

Having been a halfback for his football team, his legs were displays of thick, corded muscle that flexed every time he took a step. Even his calves were beautiful, looking like muscular tear drops. Those features alone were spectacular.

But it wasn't until he turned his back towards me so that he could talk to Carlos that the crown jewel of his body came into view. I mean, there it was. That ass. HIS ass. It was a magnificent mass of muscle, shaped like basketballs, that jutted out over his legs. My god, that ass was just as big and muscular as Carlos's ass. Maybe bigger and more muscular. It certainly gave Carlos's ass a run for the money.

While I enjoyed that view of his ass immensely, and the rest of his body as well, I wasn't about to go hitting on the son of one of Carlos's best friends. Joe was a friend of mine as well, but it was just a casual friendship that was only forged through our mutual friendship with Carlos.

Plus I got the vibe from time to time that Joe didn't particularly like me. I mean, he was always polite and charming when we met. But I just got the feeling that he seemed to either resent me personally or my close friendship with Carlos. I know Carlos told me that Joe often said how he was the most important friend that Carlos had. And that irritated Carlos because he didn't think it was Joe's place to decide who was and who wasn't Carlos's friends. And whether they were "important" or not. But he respected Joe and appreciated that he had helped him start his career. So I just kept things with Joe on a very respectful, cheery level so as not to create any stress for Carlos.

"So Joe and JD will be here at about 7 PM," Carlos said. "Instead of doing dinner here, how about we just go out? Maybe Morelli's for Italian food?"

I smiled and said, "Well I'm glad you told me that, as I was going to the store today to get the stuff to prepare lasagna. So Morelli's would be fine. But, what about all the beer?"

Carlos laughed and said, "That's fine. We'll come back here after dinner. I'm sure you, Joe, and I can handle that chore."

"And JD? He's old enough now to drink. Doesn't he get any?"

Carlos laughed again and said, "Probably not. Joe said he doesn't like JD drinking because it doesn't take much to get him drunk. JD said his dad is full of shit and that he can handle his alcohol. I've seen JD get pretty loose from drinking just 2 beers. But he isn't like an all out drunk. So the truth is somewhere between Joe's version and JD's version."

I didn't say anything and Carlos slapped me on the arm. He could read my moods pretty well.

"Don't take it so seriously, Ian! Just play everything by ear and all will be good." He looked over my shoulder and said, "I gotta get to work. So get that french toast done and let me eat it!"

He walked over to the kitchen table and I turned towards him, eyeing his ass. I hadn't been out much lately and was somewhat horny. So looking at Carlos's hot ass wasn't helping me any.

"Look puta. Quit thinking that I'm your maid, just here for your pleasure. Or else you can make your own goddamn french toast."

Carlos turned around and hugged me. "My, so bitchy, mano! You know I don't think of you as my maid. But you do make the best food in this house! So don't get pissy that I always want to eat it." He smiled that beautiful smile. And then, with that sexy smirk I knew so well, said, "And anyway, I know you enjoy looking at my ass. So I try to keep you happy!"

I pushed him away and said, "Shit. I knew I should have stopped while I was ahead."

Carlos laughed heartily and said, "That you should have, mano. That you should have."

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After Carlos left the house, I spent most of the day cleaning and catching up on my reading. The weekends were my only rest time, as I worked pretty long hours during the week as the office manager at Potter Properties, a real estate company. I loved my job and my boss was pretty flexible whenever I needed to take time off. His attitude was just get the work done. And I always made sure I did.

Around 5:30, the doorbell rang. I wasn't expecting anybody, so I was curious who it was when I opened the door.

It was JD.

I was taken aback. "JD! What are you doing here now? I thought you were coming with your dad later?"

JD stood there, shirtless, wearing a pair of running shorts and shoes. His hair was wet and sweat rolled down his face. My eyes were immediately drawn to his chest, as it was the first time I'd seen him shirtless. JD's pecs were large, solid mounds of muscle with several striations, capped by large brown nipples that made me lick my lips. Glancing down, his grey running shorts were also drenched in sweat. But even if they had been dry, it would not have hidden the huge cock that bulged out. JD wasn't hard but he had an awful lot of something in his crotch. Given the size of his legs, it made an impressive appearance.

I glanced back at JD's face. He had a slight grin on it, as if realizing I was checking out his body.

"So... can I come in, Ian?"

I moved aside so he could enter.

"Shit! Yeah, sure, JD. I'm sorry. You just surprised me! What are you doing here this early?"

JD walked past me into the house. As he did, I looked at his ass. The top of the shorts were drenched with sweat too. But JD's massive glutes still pushed the material out, showcasing a mouthwatering ass. A very rimmable, fuckable ass. He definitely rivaled Carlos in that department.

I closed the door, as JD stood in the middle of the living room.

"I'm too sweaty to sit down, Ian. Do you have a towel or anything I can sit on?"

I smiled and said, "Sure, JD. Be right back." I walked away quickly before any more lustful thoughts crept into my mind.

I got one of my large, fluffy beach towels and brought it back to put on the couch. As I walked back in the living room, JD was looking at the pictures on my wall. He was specifically looking at the one of Carlos and I taken last year. We were at the beach and I was in a t-shirt and my old fashioned swimsuit. As usual with the exhibitionist Carlos, he was wearing some Hawaiian shorts that fit snugly around his legs, ass, and crotch, and was shirtless, displaying his enormous chest. We had our arms around each other and were smiling like a couple of drunken fools. Although, if truth be told, I had not had that much booze, Carlos was halfway sober.

I set the beach towel down on the couch and told JD, "Here you go. You can sit on that with no problem."

JD looked at the picture a moment longer and then went over and sat down. He spread his legs out, which caused his crotch to pooch out even more. I turned to go sit in the recliner that was catty-cornered next to the couch.

"So, again, I ask you, why are you here now, JD? Carlos told me you were coming with your father around 7 tonight."

JD smiled and said, "I have been working out with my friend, Bobby, this afternoon. He uses the Galvez Gym about a mile away. I just thought I'd drop by and say hi while I was close. I thought maybe Carlos would be around."

"No, he's working today. He'll probably be here in about 45 minutes. He often works on the weekends."

JD nodded.

"I see."

He paused for a moment and then said, "That picture of you and Carlos. That's pretty good! When was it taken?"

I smiled and said, "Oh that was last year. We were out at the beach with friends and Carlos wanted to take a goofy picture of him and me. He always likes to do stuff like that."

JD nodded. "You and he are close, aren't you? Like real close. Your best friend."

"Yeah, we're very close. I've known him since he was about 15. We're practically brothers."

JD nodded again and said, "I can tell. My dad says he and Carlos are best friends. But I think you and Carlos are closer. Whenever he and my dad get together, I hear him speak about you a lot."

I was surprised. I knew how close Carlos and I were but I didn't know he talked about me to others.

"Well that's nice to hear. I don't get into whether I'm closer to Carlos than other people. I just say that he and I are close and leave it at that."

JD smiled again and said, "Yeah, I hear you. Dad gets too wound up about shit like... uhhhh, I mean stuff like that. He always wants to be more important than anyone else. He especially gets mad when we talk about Carlos and I tell him that I think you are a closer friend to him than he is."

"Oh JD, don't do that! No reason for your father and I to get into some non-existent measure about who means more to Carlos. He's both our friends."

JD shrugged. "Well, I see your point. But someone needs to stand up to dad when he acts like that. It drives me crazy when he tries to act as if the world revolves around him. It doesn't. And he needs to hear that, especially from his own family."

I smiled and said, "Well... anyway... I just think you ought to ignore it and we'll say ALL of us are Carlos's friends. He has a big enough heart for everyone."

JD was quiet and didn't say anything.

I looked at him and said, "I'm going to have some apple juice. You want some? Or water? Or a Coke? Something else?"

"Sure, a big glass of water would be good."

I got up, went into the kitchen, and got my apple juice and his water. I didn't hear JD saying anything but was surprised when I went back into the living room to see him looking at the picture of Carlos and me again.

"Here you go."

JD took the water and kept looking at the picture. I sat down with my apple juice and waited. I admit it was a nice view because I could look at his marvelous ass without him being aware of it. It really filled out his shorts and I could see where part of it went up his ass crack. JD turned to go back to the couch and I quickly looked in that direction as he sat down.

JD took several sips of the water and looked at me.

"So uh... Ian...can I ask you something?"

I smiled. "Sure, JD. What is it?"

"Something personal?"

I was getting a nervous feeling in my stomach.

"Uhhh, okaaaay. I guess. What is it?"

"My dad told me that you were uh... ummm... gay. Are you?"

I was shocked. And angry. Where the hell did Joe get off telling his son that I was gay!

"Well... yeah, JD. I am. I guess it's pretty obvious, even though I've never formally come out. Carlos knows."

JD nodded his head and took another sip of water.

"Why exactly did your father tell you that? I mean, why was I the topic of conversation?"

JD smiled and said, "I was asking my father why Carlos lived with you. And he told me that he was divorced and that you had offered a place for him." He paused for a moment, took another sip, and went on.

"He also said that you probably did it because you were trying to seduce Carlos. But that Carlos would never let something like that happen."

I could feel my face turn red as my anger accelerated. There was no telling who that sorry bastard Joe had also said that to besides JD. He obviously had major ego issues, due to his jealousy of Carlos's and my relationship. It took me several moments before I was calm enough to respond.

"Well, JD..."

"Ian, you don't have to say anything. I know you're pissed at dad. And I don't blame you. In fact, I defended you and told him he was a homophobe. He grounded me for a week when I said that to him."

My anger immediately turned to sadness.

"Oh JD, I'm so sorry. You don't need to get into trouble over something silly like that. It's not worth it. Your father just has issues about my relationship with Carlos and you don't need to drag yourself into that."

"Well, what's done is done. He was wrong and I'll tell him again if he ever says something like that again." He paused for a moment and then said, "Because you never know when something like that will come up in your own family."

I nodded thoughtfully. "Yeah, that's true. The day may come when one of Joe's close family members may come out and..."

I stopped suddenly and looked quizzically at JD. He had a little smirk on his face as he looked at me.

"Are you trying to tell me something, JD?"

JD kept smirking at me, put his arms back on the couch, and spread his legs a little farther. He didn't say anything but kept smirking at me.