My homecoming

MY LIFE CHANGED COMPLETELY

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By Richard de Orizaba

After my father’s death, I had to face the music and take over the family business. I had no choice, there were a lot of things that had gone haywire since my dad was put in the nursing home and I suspected there were a lot of people making money off our business who were doing absolutely nothing to earn it.

Among these was a management company that was renting and administering the apartment buildings in McAllen and in Eagle Pass. They also handled the shopping mall which was going to hell fast.

The first thing I did was fire the management company and interviewed quite a few people to fill the management of the buildings and to head the mall operations. Then I went on the other side of the border to see to it that the vineyards and wine producing operations were on target. The operations were adequate, but I found that the whole enterprise lacked vision and a sense of place and growth.

I immediately started to advertise for a sommelier and a general manager. I was lucky I found a great wine expert who actually knew the wine production business and had business savvy. I told him that my goals were to produce better wines and win some medals for our wines within five years.

Then I must have interviewed a couple of hundred guys for the operation of the vineyards. Some very qualified; others did not know their asses from a hole in the ground. I finally gave the job to one of the youngest applicants. Why? Because he only had experience with one of the Mexican vintners, spoke very little English but was the most energetic of all the ones I had seen. What impressed me was that he had an education: he had a business degree from the University of Guadalajara and went to work for the Domeq house right after college. He was married and 27 years old. I also thought the guy was a winner in the looks department.

My new somelier

José Maria (Joma) my new foreman

Actually he is the guy who replaced Pedro Garza after Pedro got hurt in a car accident on his way to Veracruz and was incapacitated after that. My dad set him up with a pension even though he didn’t have to and he also received money from the Mexican Government. After José Maria started, a few months went by and I started to see the changes in all of our operations. Profits were visible and revenue was increasing. I installed myself in one of the offices in the mall and hired a couple of people to mind the office. My secretary was this bilingual girl named Gelina who was the ugliest creature I have ever seen, but was as efficient as she was unattractive.

My work schedule started to become very hectic. I had to go to Morelos and Guadalajara at least twice a month and Mexico City very often. On every visit to the vineyards, I stayed at the family home which was being turned into a “hospitality” center for the vineyards. The upstairs would remain as they were with the bedrooms turned into offices except one which was reserved for me or other important guests.

The “bodega” or wine producing warehouse was being refitted. I had ordered special casks made out of oak from France for storage and aging and these huge vats made out of stainless steel. It would not be long before our operations would become state of the art.

I had an appointment in the morning to go out to the vineyards with José Maria del Pino who was the guy I had hired to oversee the vineyard operations. He was responsible for hiring and firing a couple of hundred men and women. I came downstairs and he was already waiting for me in the still messy reception area, formerly the living room. We had a light breakfast that the lady groundskeeper fixed us and our horses were ready for us outside in the back. It had been a while since I had ridden a horse, and this one was one I had not ever seen and seemed to be very spirited. We mounted and I felt the beast’s resentment. Soon we were on our way and we had planned to make the rounds to most of the properties north of Morelos. It was to be an all day affair. We rode into a camp and noticed that it was empty. The workers were in the fields already and had beaten us by a couple of hours. But as we went around the different sections, the men were pruning, taking out weeds, and doing the general work that is needed to keep a healthy vineyard. But I also noticed the great reception José Maria got. These guys adored him: “gracias, patroncito”, It was patroncito lindo, patroncito this and patroncito that. It was so clear that the guy had the gift of people as well.

We continued on to the more remote patches of grapes and stopped by a water stream to allow the horses to drink. We sat on the sloping grass embankment and I lit up a cigarette. Life was good. We started to converse about the business and this guy was sharp, we were on the same page. I was thanking my lucky stars to have hired him to head the operation. As we talked, he was telling me about his wife and their little girl. The kid was being raised without any children around and she was to start school in September. He was apprehensive about her being able to adapt to this new environment and the school bus situation was not to his satisfaction. I told him that he should drive her to town or have someone from the vineyard drive her. Their accommodations it seems left a lot to be desired. So I made him the promise that we would get him brand new quarters for his little family.

Then Joma, as he was affectionately called, started to ask me personal questions. Why I was not married, a guy in his early forties, good looking and rich? I thought he knew I was gay, but evidently he did not, it is not easy to pick up if you don’t know the person well, and from appearances, I came across as very straight, I mean, I am after all tall, well built, handsome and although I am refined and educated, there are no visible feminine traits. So I came right out and told him I was homosexual. Joma did not even bat an eyelash, only a hint of a smile on his face. His reaction was not what I expected, but then again, this is a guy with a college degree and I am sure he had been hit on a few times. It was then that he told me he had a twin brother and his twin brother was gay. He further said that when they were both kids, they would fool around with each other and he did not think anything of it.

It was time to return to our rounds, so we got back on our horses and continued our journey. We were going the back way, since it would be a shortcut and much better than having to do all this on the jeep with the terrible winding roads that were nothing more than trails with gravel and potholes. We came upon a clearing and both horses stood on two legs spooked by something. Joma was able to hang on, but since I had less experience at horsemanship, I got thrown to the ground. I hit the dirt hard. I skinned my elbows and landed on my fanny. It seems the horses were frightened by a rattle snake near by. Joma went after my horse and brought it back, leaving them at a prudent distance from the rattler. Then he came to my aid. He was now real close to me and looking up I could see a Greek god, his face was more handsome up close. The perfect skin and the whitest, most perfect set of teeth I have ever seen. His eyes were of a green tint and his hair dangled in front of his forehead in tight, black curls when he removed his cowboy hat. He helped me up but I was in pain from the fall. My lower back was throbbing. And my skinned elbows were burning. He pulled out his handkerchief and wiped off my elbows and said we should put antibiotic ointment when we returned. But he was more concerned about me having hurt my back, so he made me lay on my stomach and started to press on my lower back. He would ask: “does it hurt here?”Then he would press lightly with one hand. I turned over and now I was amazed. Here is this 27 year old stud, he was squatting next to me, I could take it all in, and his waist must have been 29" his 2 day old beard, very black contrasting against his healthy, rosy cheeks. When he looked at me, I knew he was aware of what I was thinking. I was totally busted! So in order to fix things, I said I was going to be ok. But I wanted to know one thing: Is your gay twin brother as handsome as you, and if he is, is he available?

The answer totally floored me. He said his brother went from one failed relationship to the next, but that he was available. Wow! Joma available? I said: “Joma, but you work for me, don’t you feel that I would be wondering if you are doing this because you want to or because you have to? Joma said: “patroncito, have you taken a good look at yourself in the mirror lately? You are a very hot man! That was music to my ears. Without the slightest hesitation, he reached, grabbed me in the most assertive way and planted a kiss right over my mouth, pressing his lips until I opened it and he inserted his tongue, which met mine and we started the tongue dance, darting in and out of our mouths.

We were in the middle of nowhere, and the snake had slithered away, I was weary about that, but he assured me that they are more afraid of us than we are of them. Now the undressing ritual begins. Joma starts by opening my shirt and running his hands over my pecs and on to my armpits. Then he unbuttons his shirt and what a sight it was! Perfection personified, all there in one man. His was the best symmetrical body I had seen in a while. No, he was not a body builder, but his natural slender and muscular build had the vascularity and the ripped appearance of a body builder without the effects of steroids. Then Joma did something that surprised me. Joma went after my nipples and on to my armpits. It seems that he shared the same fetish I do. He likes armpits on guys but since he is married, and mostly monogamous, has not had much experience in this area. He started to lick them, smell them and was so turned on, you know, the way I get turned on, almost the exact reactions I have.

So I returned the favor. Joma was one hot dude, and his armpits smelled of the essence of man, he had the musk I like, the overwhelming masculinity that entices a person to want more and go further. Mind you, we had not gotten to even grope each other yet, and I had not an inkling of who would top who. But he started to run his hand over my crotch, by now my dick was hurting from being in its captivity inside my tight 501’s. Joma undid my pants and ran his hand on over to free my dick. Remember, I seldom wear underwear now, so he was getting to my ding dong without any obstacles. And out went Charlie, when the damn thing was released from my pants, it was as spirited as the horse I had ridden here. It was free, now it could throb and ooze pre-cum without encumbrances. But Joma was overwhelmed by the size of the son of a bitch. He commented: “I bet there are not many people who can take that up the ass” And I said: “ No, some cannot, but you would be surprised how many people like me only because I have a big dick” Joma said: “I would like to try. I actually would like to see how it feels to get fucked by a stud like you”

I then went on my knees and pulled down his pants. Joma had a surprise for me. His cock was thick, and as big as mine! If I am right, his uncut schlong was at least 10”. I asked him, can your wife take all that? He said, actually no, she can only go about half way before she starts complaining that it hurts. Imagine that! So I went down on it. It actually felt that my jaws were coming unhinged, and the sides of my lips would tear. But I got the bitch into my mouth, and on further to my throat, without gagging, I started my gargling technique. I thought Joma would come right there. He stopped me, he said he wanted to make it last. So I went for his ass and what a joy it was. His bum hole was hairy, did not smell and had a pinkish color, very much a virgin, he told me.

My experience in turning on sexually all the guys, paid off. I was doing my tongue dance of fire, darting in and out of his puckering hole. Jama was now in ecstasy. It wasn’t long before he asked me to put my dick in it. Saliva in these cases goes a long way, and I was salivating like crazy! I spit, covered my dick in moisture and began the pressure against the virgin hole. It gave a little, the head was partially penetrating his man pussy. Joma gasped and said it hurt, but to please keep on going, I pulled back and put a couple of fingers in, relaxing the now half deflowered asshole. I tried again, this time Joma was more relaxed and used to the fingers, so not only did the head of my dick go in, but in a rushing, vacuuming gulp, his asshole swallowed half of my dick. Joma screamed: “patroncito, mi papi, me duele” (boss, my daddy, it hurts!) But I kept it inside only halfway without moving at all. He stopped hurting when I began small movements, thrusting my dick in and out, not any more than a centimeter at a time, but in a fast motion that I knew would please Joma. He said, to keep it up, it was starting to feel good. As I progressed with the fucking motions, I also started to push my dick in a little further. I knew the road to full penetration was still a good 6” away. But Joma was enjoying it by now and urged me to continue and put in the rest.

It seems that when I started to get in a little further, the pressure on his prostate made him cum. He said: “Oh, me voy a venir, me vengo, me vengo” (Oh, I am going to come, I am coming) And Joma came without touching himself. I regret that I was fucking him and not sucking him to catch all his man juice. But it happened so fast that I did not have time to turn him around and suck him off. Then I felt it build up, first as a tickling sensation in my gonads, then my nuts were contracting, going up and down and feeling that they would explode. Now I know where the expression “bust a nut” comes from. The orgasm was long and sweet. I was cumming inside Joma, filling his bum hole with squirt after oozing squirt of my cum. He said: “I feel it, it is warm, you are pulsating and it is fantastic”

I wished that moment would never end. It was for me the sexual experience of the decade, if not of a lifetime, other than Hans, Joma was the best lay, most exciting sexual partner I had ever had. The return trip was wonderful. Joma was looking at me in what I would only describe as a “lustful” look. As I have always said, you fuck a guy good and you get a grateful, faithful lover in return. That evening, Joma called his wife on his cell phone and told her he had to stay over because we were leaving very early for Guadalajara. Yes, it was true, we were going to Guadalajara, only this was not even for business. I called and made arrangements to rent a bungalow in a mostly gay resort. We would be there for two days. When we arrived, Joma was affectionate and all over me again. He sucked my dick and licked my armpits and I did the same for him, only this time I wanted him to fuck me. I said, Joma, I want you to fuck me the way you have not ever been able to fuck your wife. Joma was pleased, he said that I was able to take all of his dick in my ass and it gave him complete satisfaction.

Joma went back to his wife and every now and then, when I am visiting the vineyards we get it on as before, only each time we do, it is better than the last.