("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2006. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. You may post freely to non-commercial "free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Juan From Caracas by Ironsides (address withheld) *** 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 *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* 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. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 42