I had stepped out onto its second floor balcony to look at the view, taking note of the large stone table and accompanying chairs. “Perhaps you wou...d enjoy breakfast out here, Senor…I mean Diego.”“That would be wonderful. Would you join me?” I chuckled when I saw her blush, her head down in embarrassment. “Come on. Why don’t you show me the rest of the house? Do you live here, as well?” She told me that she did and showed me her bedroom at the end of the hall. The furnishings were. When you hit the dock, we are going to have a surprise for anyone waiting for you." she said."I have no idea how to feel about that. If your guys fuck up, it's me and Fat Jack who will pay for it," I explained."Don't worry this is not an official operation. Your friends from the Church Camp will be handling the dirty part of the operation," Morris said."At least that is comforting. Maybe they won't kill us by mistake," I suggested."Well they won't have to play by the same rules as me. Hell, you. “Sometimes” I said, nervous, but charged with sexual energy. “How do you do it?” he asked. “I don’t know” I responded. I think he could sense my excitement and became more bold. “I could show you how to do it right, if you want.” My head was swimming, without even thinking, unable to hide my desire, I quickly said, “Ok.” That first time was just a nervous, lusty blur. I felt light headed as if intoxicated when his hands began to explore my young body. I had pulled down my pants and he began to. He asked for the bottle again and took another huge hit up each nostril. And held my head in place while he slowly pumped and pumped. His balls were huge and hard. He didn’t look like the kind of guy who jerked off for relief. I gently squeezed one ball and it was as hard as a rock. I intended to help him out with that. As he facefucked me, I found myself sliding down the wall. He continued to pump and push, until finally I was sitting on the floor, his enormous cock sliding back and forth.