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eddieismypimp · 4 years

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Shouldn’t have done that.

Oscar x plus size black reader (gotta show love to my QUEENS)

Summary: Oscar and "Y/N" have been fighting all day, it gets a little out of hand and he buys you a puppy to make up for it.

Warnings: I NEVER KNOW HOW TO END THESE SHITS SO THE ENDINGS ARE ALWAYS STUPID. Cussing, little bit of violence, yelling, arm grabbing, if that freaks you out please please don't read this. Also, I hate writing shit about fighting because I come from trauma and I always take it to far because thats what I'm used to so I'm sorry lol <3

A/N PLEASE PLEASE READ: I DO NOT support any type of abuse IN THE SLIGHTEST BIT even arm grabbing but I put it in this story and I'm so sorry if any of you who reads this is going through abuse or anything like that. With everyone being quarantined and kids being at home with their parents, there's a possibility that they are in actual danger and it terrifies me and hurts my heart to even think about that. Please dont be afraid to ask someone for help if you're in that situation. You can text me anytime if you need a friend and we can just talk. I pray for the babies who are in bad situations right now. I love you all.

Y/N POV

"Just drop it y/n." Oscar said sitting at the kitchen table sipping his coffee. "What I decide for Cesar isn't your concern." Wow.... that shit HURTED. ''I know I haven't been around since the very beginning but that doesn't mean that I don't care about you and Cesar." I said. "That doesn't change the fact that you weren't the one that raised him since he was a little child." He said standing up and walking to the kithcen. I followed him, not ready to finish this conversation yet. He wasn't gonna win this time. He needed to see my point. "I had to give up EVERYTHING to make sure there was food on the table and he was taken care of." He said getting a little loud. "Baby, theres no need to get loud." I said. "I know you have given up a lot for Cesar and I think you're amazing for it.... but do you really think Cesar wants this life?" I asked. He didn't say anything. "I know you just want him to be protected but is this really the best way to go about it? Is there really no other way you can protect him without getting him involved in this shit?" I asked again. "It's not to late.. for either of you. I know you think it's to late for you but you can still get out baby you ca-." I was cut off by Oscar slamming his cup on the counter. I flinched and gasped. He turned around getting in your face. "Don't speak on shit you know nothing about." He said it calmly but I could practically see the steam coming out of his ears. With that he walked away and I stood there dumbfounded.

-time skip-

It's been about an hour since Oscar and I had that argument and I've been sitting in the living room watching Coco. That movie always makes me feel so much better. Miguel is the cutest! I was singing along to Un Poco Loco when I seen Oscar walking towards the door. "Where you goin?" I asked him worried. He looked at me. "Cesar needs me." "I'm coming with you." I said getting up and turning off the t.v. I slid my Nike slides on and walked out behind him getting into the car.

-another time skip-

"Why is Cesar in Brentwood?" I asked looking at Oscar. "Him and his friends were trick or treating." He said not taking his eyes off the road. "Oh." Was all I said as I looked out the window. We finally pulled up to this house party and I seen Cesar standing in front of this white boy. We got out the car. "Oh so you think you're hard?" I heard the kid say. The fuck is goin on? He better not be comin at my little baby crazy! I thought to myself. "No... but he is." Cesar said pointing at Oscar. Oscar walked up on the boy with me right behind him. Ope- this kids in for it now. The kid looked at me. Oh Christ. I internally rolled my eyes. "Well.. look at you. Aren't you beautiful." He said which disgusted me to my SOUL. I had an idea though. I faked a smile and pushed past Oscar. "Thank you." I said caressing his face. "You're not to bad yourself." Which was an absolute lie. The kid looked ROUGH. He also had a fake tear drop tattoo and it was very obvious he was trying to look like a cholo. I was gonna end it there knowing Oscar was already jealous as shit and we would have some bomb ass makeup sex later but when I turned around, I felt a hard slap on my ass. "Yo what the fuck!?" I said turning around and slapping the kid in the face. Before anyone could say or do anything else, Oscar gently pushed me outta the way and grabbed the kid by his shirt. "Aye, don't touch my girl homie!" Oscar got all up in his face. "I'm sorry man, she came onto me." The kid said clearly terrified. Oscar saw the fake tear drop and got noticeably more angry. If that was even possible. He licked his thumb and wiped it off the kids face. Then wiped his own tattoo, which didn't come off. "This shits real." He said. "Please, what do you want?" The kid asked with tears in his eyes. I laughed a little to myself. Who's tough now, pussy? Oscar let go of his shirt and tilted his head at Cesar telling him to come over. As Cesar was telling the kid what he wanted, Oscar turned towards me grabbing my arm and leading me to the car. I got in and he did too shortly after. We waited in silence for Cesar. Him and Monse walked up to the car and I got out to let them in. Once they were in you sat back down. "How is everyone else getting home?" I asked looking at Cesar. I can't help it, I worry about everything. "Ruby's abuelita is taking them." He said. "Oh okay." I said facing the front less worried. Oscar started driving as we all sat in silence. It got a little to quiet so I grabbed the aux cord and started playing my favorite song. I knew Cesar and Monse liked the song to because they were in the back straight vibin. I was playing the song get back by pop smoke. (r.i.p papi) That song was a straight bop. Oscar showed no emotion though. He just sat there in silence. focusing on the road. I gave a slight frown thinking my plan didn't work but put my focus back on the song.

-time skip-

It was like that the rest of the car ride. Me playing bomb ass music while me, cesar and monse jammed out and oscar just sitting there with literally no emotion. We finally got to Monse's house and I let her and Cesar out. Cesar was gonna stay at her place tonight since her dad was out of town. Which actually worked out perfectly, now me and Oscar will have the whole house to ourselves. I internally smirked thinking about what could go down tonight. I was excited. We finally pulled into the driveway of our house. Oscar got out without saying anything and went straight to the door to unlock it. What the fuck? I thought. I got out and walked in the house. "Oscar, what's the matter?" I asked wrapping my arms around him from behind. "You haven't said anything since we left Brentwood." "What the fuck is wrong with you?" He asked coldly. That threw me off and I backed up a little as he turned around to look at me. "What?" I asked genuinely confused. "You think you can just pull that shit and I won't get pissed?" He asked. I started giggling realizing that my plan did work. "So you think the shit is funny now?" He raised his voice stepping all up on me. My smile left my face quick as shit. "Wh- no.. I-" I was cut off by Oscar grabbing my arms pretty harshly. I gasped. "Why you out here actin like a whore?" He asked, his voice still raised like I wasn't right in front of him. "Oscar, you're hurting me." I said. I was kinda shook right now because I didn't think he would get mad enough to actually hurt me. "I don't give a fuck." He said tightening his grip. I had tears in my eyes now, this is starting to scare me a little. "You're supposed to be my girl... not touchin up on some fools right in front of me." He said, still not letting go. "Oscar, I only did that to get your attention. I didn't think you'd for real get mad." I said struggling to get my arms out of his grip. His eyes softened a little and he finally let go. I rubbed my wrists backing up. "Mama... I'm so sorry..." He said trying to pull me into a hug but I backed away. I looked at him for a moment before turning around and walking to our shared bedroom locking the door and falling on the bed crying. A few moments later I heard the front door close and the car start.

Oscars POV

Why did I let it get to me like that..? I love y/n with my whole heart. Why would I ever hurt her? "What the fuck do I do?" I asked myself. I parked my car in a park so I can think of ways to make it up to my little baby. "Okay Oscar.. think... Something that will make her happy..." I finally got it. A fucking puppy. She's been asking me for one for like two months now. I only knew one pet shop that was open this late so I started my car and drove there.

-time skip-

I got there and I looked for about 20 mintues before I found the perfect one.I picked him up and brought him to the worker. "This is the one I want." I said. "Okay," She said taking him from me. "I'm gonna have you pick out a collar, a leash, dog food, and food bowls for him." The lady said. I nodded my head going to pick the shit out. I got all the stuff and went to the counter. She rang up all my shit and then gave me some papers to sign. "What do you want to name him?" She asked me. I had to think for a minute. What's a name y/n would pick...? Oh wait.. I can name him Miguel. Her little ass loves Coco and thats her favorite character. I told the lady what I wanted to name him and she wrote it down somewhere on the paper I just filled out. She bagged up my stuff and handed me Miguel. "Have a nice night!" She said smiling. "Thank you, you too." I took all my stuff and walked out to my car.

She's gonna love him. I thought. I put all the stuff in the backseat and got him settled in the front seat. I took a picture of him for memories. Then I started driving home.

-time skip-

Still Oscar's POV

I finally got home. I stayed in the car for a minute trying to figure out the right words to say. I hope I can fix this. I love her so much. I took a deep breath and got out of the car. I grabbed the bags from the back seat and then grabbed the puppy. I opened the front door as quietly as I possibly could. The lights in the living room and kitchen were on and so was the t.v. Of course she's watching Coco. I didn't see her on the couch tho. Shes probably in the kitchen. I sneakily walked over to the couch and sat everything down including the puppy. I walked toward the kitchen to see if she was in there but she wasn't there either. Right when I was about to walk to our bedroom, she walked out of the bathom and we almost bumped into each other. She didn't say anything, and she tried to walk past me. "Wait, baby.." I said.

Y/n POV

I tried to walk past Oscar but he wouldn't let me. "Wait, baby.." He pleaded. "Please just listen." I sighed but decided to listen to what he had to say. "Okay Oscar." I said quietly. He let out a sigh of relief. "Baby, I am sorry." He said taking a step closer to me. I took a step back. Not because I was scared but because it was my natural instinct. He had a pained expression but he continued. "I love you and I don't know why I acted like that." I just sood there. "I would never hurt, and I'm sorry.. I took it way to far. It'll never happen again." I was staring at my feet but I could feel his eyes on me. "Please mami. Please forgive me." He pleaded. I couldn't stay mad at him for long. "Okay, Oscar. I forgive you." I said. "Oh thank God." He said pulling me into a hug. "I love you so much." He said kissing me all over my face. I giggled. "I love you too papi." I said smiling at him. "Come here boo, I got something for you." He said grabbing my hands and leading me into the living room. I was mad confused until I saw the most beautiful puppy I have ever seen. I gasped SO loud. "Oh my goooooood.... Oscar, is he mine?" I asked looking at Oscar. "Yes ma'am, all for you." He said smiling at me. I smiled back at him as I went to go pick up the puppy. "Awwwww,babe. I love him." I said cuddling the puppy. "Whats his name?" "I named him Miguel." He said proudly. I melted. "I love it boo. He's perfect." I started to tear up. "Aw baby, don't cry." Oscar said hugging me. Everything was quiet for a while until I heard Oscar sniffling. I looked up at him and he had tears in his eyes. "Babe.. what's wrong?" I asked worried. "I'm so sorry, I never wanted to hurt you like that ever. I know buying presents isn't gonna make up for it, but I just want you to know i'll never hurt you again." He said kissing my forehead. "You don't have to cry baby. We both did stuff we regret tonight. But it's okay, we can talk it out and work this out and become better than ever." I said, planting kisses all over his sweet little face. "This is why I love you." He said. The rest of the night, me, oscar and our new puppy cuddled and watched Coco.

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oscars-wifeyyy · 4 years

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Chapter 7 (The Innocent)

Now it was Thanksgiving break that was filled with nights with Monse and days with Oscar then the crew. Thanksgiving was obviously spent with family until the sun went down and everyone met at Ruby's place. Everyone was walking and having a good time, but Elizabeth knew that Monse and Ruby were still hurting from seeing their loved one with another person.

"Where's Mario? I was hoping to see him," Jamal asked.

Ruby smirked, "he went with his new bougie girlfriend to Nevada,"

"Instead of coming home?" Monse asked.

"Monse, he is in the bone zone with his new girl," Elizabeth chuckled.

"True,"

"Can you pass the tres leches?" Olivia asked, "my mom makes the best tres leches for my birthday. Guess not this year,"

"Don't say that," Monse comforted, "maybe your folks will be home before your birthday,"

"In a week? I don't think so," Olivia looked down.

"Wait," Ruby paused, "your quince is in a week? And you didn't tell us?! Mom, dad! Olivia's quince is in a week!"

"It's not a big deal," Olivia tried to tell Ruby.

Ruby's family came to the main room and surrounded the girl, "is this true?"

"Olivia, don't you worry about a thing. I can get my shift covered next weekend and we can have it here next Saturday," Ruby's dad said.

There were cheers coming from everyone except for Olivia, who went to hide in her room. Elizabeth nudged Cesar, pointing towards her room. The two went to the room to look inside and saw Olivia crying, but she quickly wiped them away when she heard them coming in. They moved to sit next to her when Monse opened the door again to join them, but soon after all three pulled each other in a hug.

"You don't have to do this," Olivia sniffled.

"We're not doing anything. This is for me," Monse smiled at the crying girl.

"And me," Cesar and Elizabeth said in sync.

"We felt the need to hug. Now accept the hug, damn it," Elizabeth chuckled with everyone.

"I can't believe I'm about to have my first birthday without my parents and it's my quince," Olivia wiped under her nose, "it's so ironic. I mean, since I was able to walk, my mother has driven me crazy talking about my quinceañera. Trying recipes, cutting magazines, making playlists. My dad, practicing our waltz so he'd have it down on the day. He's been practicing for years. Years!"

"That's a lot of dancing," Monse said.

"Yeah. He has no rhythm. Like none. So, my feet are shredded, all in the name of my mother's obsession, which I used to pray to stop. But now it has...I miss it," Olivia finished.

Ruby walked in, "what's going on?"

"Nothing. You just totally and completely devastated Olivia by suggesting she have a quince," Monse said.

The short friend walked over to the hug pile and joined in, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to rub salt on the wound,"

"It's not your fault. I haven't seen my parents in months and I've barely talked to them. It's just a nightmare situation,"

Ruby stood up, "which is why you should have a party!"

"Ruby, she doesn't want to celebrate. Are you even listening?" Monse looked at Ruby in disbelief.

"I am," Ruby rolled his eyes, "what I'm hearing is how important this party is to her mom,"

"I can't do this without her," Olivia said.

"But that's why you have to. You're not betraying your mom to have a quince if she's not here, but you would be betraying her to not have one because she's not here," Ruby stood in front of his friends' eyes, "not after all her planning,"

"I side with Ruby on this one," Elizabeth shrugged.

"I never thought of it that way,"

"Because I'm good at making people understand the right side of an argument," Ruby gloated.

"Or annoying them to submission," Monse retorted, high-fiving Elizabeth.

"Do you have any idea about what you want?" Ruby asked Olivia.

The next day came around and there was a squad meeting at Ruby's, but Ruby said to bring a computer or a phone so Elizabeth just brought her phone. Everyone was present except for Olivia and Ruby, but Ruby walked into the dining room with a headset and a huge binder, slammed it onto the table.

"Everyone please open your e-devices and find the email I sent titled 'winning'. Find it? Good. after copious hours of searching through Olivia's quincespirations, I've compiled the best ideas on a Pinterest page on the link below her head shot," Ruby informed.

"Where's Olivia?" Cesar asked.

"The princesa doesn't need to be bothered by details. Now, anyone else have a dumb question? Huh? Good. before we really get going, I'd like to remind you that we're not just friends and family, we're damas and chambelanes in Olivia's court of honor, which means being honorable and dedicated," Ruby looked at everyone, "take a look at our mandatory rehearsal schedule and..." his phone began ringing, "excuse me, I have to take this. Ruby's Fancy Festivities,"

Elizabeth had gotten a call so she looked at her phone and saw Oscar's contact name. Quickly excusing herself, she went to the backyard and accepted the call.

"Wassup? Everything ok?" Elizabeth asked.

"Whatchu doing right now?" Oscar disregarded her questions.

"At Ruby's for a meeting for Olivia's quince. Look like I'm a dama too," Elizabeth sighed.

Oscar started laughing so Elizabeth hung up the phone and went back inside to go back to the group to see Ruby done with his call and contemplating something.

"...think the twins can pull it?" Ruby asked.

"No," Cesar looked at Ruby weird.

"Fine. Moving on. The following are individual responsibilities," Ruby said.

"I'll handle music," Cesar said.

"I'll handle the baking," Elizabeth said.

"Great minds think alike, compas. Monse, given your expert penmanship, you're gonna do the invitations,"

"No," Monse rolled her eyes.

"Use cardstock," Ruby turned to Jamal, "Jamal, you can cater. And by you, I mean your dad,"

"How many people?" Jamal asked.

"Well, there's us, and then the whole block, and...300," Ruby said nonchalantly.

"300 people?!?" Jamal raised his voice.

"You're right. Better make that 350,"

"Jamal will do the flowers. I will do the food," Abuelita said from the kitchen.

Elizabeth fell asleep on the table, but it was interrupted when Ruby woke her up and told her to go to the living room for dance practice. She stood from her seat and made her way to Monse and Olivia, staring at Ruby.

"He's eccentric," Olivia tried to give Ruby the benefit of the doubt.

"Not eccentric," Elizabeth yawned, "more like quincecabra. Anyways, I'm out, I gotta go to the restaurant,"

She walked out of the house and into the red Impala that was waiting with the guy that was so hung up on her without even realizing it. She greeted him with a hug and a quick kiss on the cheek as they began their short drive to the restaurant. Once they got there, Oscar walked her in and went back out to waste four hours since the things that had to be done were done.

Oscar walked around the area and noticed the looks of fear directed towards him because of his appearance, but he reveled in the fear-filled eyes. A store caught his eye so he went inside and looked around, not caring about the security guards that watched him closely. Something shined in his eye so he turned his attention and saw a simple necklace with an O dangling on it so he called one salesman over and pointed at the necklace.

"How much for that?" Oscar asked.

"Oh," the salesman looked dumbfounded because of the simplicity of it, "that's 300, sir,"

Oscar nodded and took out the three hundreds from his wallet, handing it over to the guy, "that cover it?"

"Y-yes, sir," he fumbled with the box and put in the necklace before pushing it into the cholo's hand, "h-have a good d-day, sir,"

"You too," Oscar walked out and smirked as he went out of the store and back to Elizabeth's job.

He waited for another twenty minutes until the familiar girl came walking out with a huge smile on her face. She jumped into the Impala and they went off to go back to Freeridge, but Oscar had felt his stomach drop nervously. The usually hard cholo had taken glances towards the younger girl who was humming to the music playing on the radio so he just went for it.

"Elizabeth, be my ruca. For real like be official, baby," Oscar cleared his throat while facing the freeway, "I don't care about my strikes, I just want you to be mine,"

"Oscar..." Elizabeth sighed, "you might be fine with the risk of getting caught, but I'm not. I won't be the reason Cesar doesn't have you with him again. I want to be with you, but I gotta turn eighteen first. I'm about to turn seventeen and that's not even close to legal age, Oscar,"

"It's my choice too, Eli," Oscar flared his nose in anger, "I want to take that chance to be with you! We can be careful and keep it under wraps,"

"Then are you willing to not be able to go on dates and just stay in?" Elizabeth stared at the older man, "I mean it, Scar. You can't flaunt me around at least not publicly."

Oscar nodded, "done. I can do that,"

"Then yeah, I'll be yours," Elizabeth had a small smile.

Oscar grinned and grabbed her hand to kiss her knuckles, causing Elizabeth to blush. She also moved to their joined hands to repeat the action and rest their hands on her thigh. Their moment was interrupted by Oscar's phone ringing.

"Hermanito," Oscar answered the phone.

"Oscar! I just got pulled up on by LaTrelle. Monse's with me right now," Cesar freaked out on the phone.

"Where are you?" Oscar seethed.

"At the bodega,"

"Be there in 10. Stay there," Oscar hung up with a tight face, but slightly relaxed when Elizabeth took his hand with both of hers and kissed the top of his hand.

10 minutes later, Oscar and Elizabeth were at the bodega and Elizabeth immediately got out to hug Cesar and Monse, glad that they were alright. Everybody was too scared to even notice that the two unlikely friends came to the scene together.

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klaussstilinski · 4 years

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Chapter 6

AN: Haven’t watched the new season yet. But unfortunately, I fell victim to spoilers and bitch…I’m not ready. Also, I’m not even going to talk about how late this shit is, I’m truly sorry. But hey, quarantine calls for major writing and catching up! Hope you enjoy!! The end, I know the saying is “Old habits die hard” But it kind of makes more sense what i have, whatever blah blah blah...ignore me! Enjoy and all feedback is welcome!!

DISCLAIMER: I DON’T OWN ANYTHING OF ON MY BLOCK. I ONLY OWN MY CHARACTERS, DAISY, JACKIE, MADELINE, AND ANDREW.

Rollerworld. Do I think it’s real? Ehh kinda. So, I think that the robbery was real, and that Lil Ricky and some other Santos hid the money. But it’s still a little far-fetched. I mean if you think about it someone would've found the money by now. Right?

“So now Jamal has the boys roped into believing that the money is real. It’s stupid right?” Oh, that’s right, I was supposed to be listening to Monse.

“Yeah...yeah that’s crazy but Monse, what if he’s right?” Turning in my seat I connect with identical chocolate eyes. It’s strange, it’s like I'm looking in a mirror. “What if they robbed the bank, okay, then they hid the money so that only the chosen one can find it.”

“Not you too,” She sighed and threw her head back. “Jamal said the same thing. Someone called him the ‘chosen one’ and that he’d be the one to find the money.” Strange.

“Anyways, what are you guys doing for Halloween? I hope y’all aren’t going out trick or treating-”

“I’m not ready to date Cesar!” Monse yells.

“Okay...”

“Did you not hear me?”

“Oh no, I heard you loud and clear.” Smacking my lips as I take a sip from my glass. “You said you weren’t ready to date Cesar.”

“Does that not surprise you?”

“No…”

“Well, why not?”

“Monse, you’re 14, nobody expects you to be in love. But there’s definitely something between you two.” Shrugging I get up to take our empty dishes to the kitchen.

“Definitely not in love…but how could I ever date a Santos? Cesar has changed, he’s not safe anymore.”

“Let me be very clear Daisy, you will never be involved with a Santos. All they do is kill and walk around like they own the world, it’s too dangerous for you.”

“Just like the Prophets then?”

“Don’t, you know it’s not like that Daisy. The-”

“They’re all the same, the Prophets, the Santos, Bloods, Crips. They all walk around like someone owes them something. I’m not afraid of anything dad, I can handle myself.”

“Not when you’re carrying around one of those things. For goodness sakes Daisy, the guy that got you pregnant was just locked up and you’re just walking around here like nothing happened…”

“No,”

“I don’t want this life for you Daisy. You’re not going to make it. That baby is going to be raised om a broken home with no father. Things like this don’t end well. You and Oscar won’t make it Daisy.”

“JUST STOP!” A white porcelain plate fell to the ground in a million pieces.

“Daisy you need to calm down.” A very blurry Monte walks towards me slowly with his hands out in front of him, like he was trying to assist a wild animal.

“No, everyone goes on about my choices. What about yours and mamas. Both of you have made mistakes, but in the end both of you are doing just fine.” Once that first tear broke free, the rest followed like a broken stream. I fell to ground clutching my chest and before I knew it, I was wailing like a banshee. Strong arms wrapped around me, as I was pulled into a warm chest.

“It’s going to be okay baby, I promise.” Kisses were littered across my forehead.

“Let me tell you something Monse. You can feel however you want to feel about anyone. Just know that whatever happens, it’s all on you. You’re old enough to know from right and wrong.” Groaning, my knees pop as I get from my kneeling position in front of Monse. “Date him if you want to, there’s nothing wrong with it. Just remember what the consequences are.”

“But you dated Oscar, were you never afraid he would put you in danger?”

“He never, not once, put my life in danger. I was his world.”

“Then what happened, why do you hate him now?” A loud click echoes through the now quiet and dimly lit living room, as I lock the dead bolt on the front door.

“Goodnight Monse!”

HAllOWeEn

My favorite time of the year, trick or treating, decorated pumpkins, little kids in cute costumes, the eeriness of going out at nighttime, hauntings, and the spookiness of not knowing what lurks in the-

“BOO!” Dark. Yelping, I jump so hard that I manage to fling orange icing at the cause of my heart attack.

“Andrew, I really hate you!” my feet move before I could even think, I’m snatching paper towels and stomping over towards him to clean up the mess.

“Hey, well this is a big surprise. I didn’t expect to get hit with icing. Also isn’t today your day off?” He turns around once I finish wiping down his shirt, to hang up his black denim levi jacket.

“It is, well was, I decided to come in and give an extra hand.” Shrugging I move back to the bowl filled with icing and resume lathering the cake.

“Or are you avoiding a certain someone?” Here we go.

“Nope, I’m trying to do my job Andrew, and you’re slowing me down. So, shut up and stop it.” Not gonna lie, I was avoiding said person. I don’t want anything to do with him right now, but I feel it deep in my bones that I’m gonna end up with him tonight. A bell tinkled as the front door to the bakery opened.

“I say we go to Brentwood!”

“No, we don’t leave out the house tonight, I say we stay in and watch movies.” Glancing up I see Ruby, Jamal, Monse, and Olivia walk in and sit down at a corner booth.

“What’s wrong with going out?” Olivia turned her head to the side looking at Monse.

“Last year we got rolled up on. Not fun at all. But hey, scary movies are just as fun.”

“Let’s go to Brentwood.”

“I say we go out tonight, think we go somewhere different, -“

“Brentwood…”

“Brentwood, let’s go to Brentwood.”

“It is safer, bigger houses, that means better candy!” Monse enthusiastically replies leaning closer to Olivia. “But what about Cesar?”

“What about him?”

“Where will he be?”

“Riding in Oscar’s Impala, why does it even matter?”

“Just asking I thought it’d be good to include him; he is a part of the group.” The questioning went back and forth for a while, before they went on to tease each other. I slide the cake in the fridge to firm before heading to the front with cookies, and cupcakes and laying them on the table in front of them.

“I’m feeding y’all sweets before trick or treating, y’all better start loving me more.” I love you’s were quickly spread around the group.

“So, I guess you’re going out?”

“Do you wanna give us- “

“Hell no,” Laughing I turn around to check the checkout line. “I’m not getting mixed up in any foolery tonight, I’m staying in and handing out candy, but um good luck!” Walking into the kitchen I hang my apron and fetch my belongings.

“Someone let Maddie know I’m gone for the day!” I welcome the warm fresh kiss against my face as I step outside, I just smell trouble.

For the rest of the evening I’m cleaning the kitchen, swiffering the floors, and dancing around to music when I get a knock at the door.

“Oh, my first trick or tr-eaters.” I all but run to the door just to be met with chocolate eyes adorned with a teardrop and white teeth.

“Trick or treat!”

“Sorry, I’m not handing any candy out tonight.” I try to close the door, but I’m met with force.

“Let me in Daisy, we need to talk.” Knowing he wasn’t going to leave until I follow his orders, I place the bowl on the accent table by the door and make my way back to the kitchen.

“How come every time you want to talk; it has to be on your terms? When I wanted to talk you weren’t up to it.”

He scoffs, “How come you didn’t want to talk all those years ago?”

“If you’re going to continue to bring it up then you can find your way back out my damn door,” Placing my hands on my wide hips. “Now, are you hungry?”

“Feed me mamacita, you know I’m always hungry.” Quickly I warm some leftovers, creamy shrimp Alfredo with garlic bread. Small talk was made as we ate, and trick or tr-eaters came and went. Everything was calm until Oscar got a weird text message.

“I gotta go!” He mumbles through clenched teeth.

“Woah, woah, what’s going on? Is everything okay?” Jumping up, I trail after him to the door.

“Cesar needs me.” I grab his arm and turn him to face me.

“What happened to him? Is he hurt?”

“No, but he and his friends crashed a pa- “

“Wait, he went with them tonight?” He nods, “I’m going with you and don’t try to stop me, Monse is with them. So, I’m going!” Within 5 minutes I’m perched in the passenger side of his red impala and we’re speeding to Brentwood. A large and warm hand is placed upon my thigh and that’s when I realized how bad I was shaking.

“They’re okay, no one is seriously hurt.” Yeah, that wasn’t very convincing. My fucking nerves are fried. His hand stays there the rest of the way. Brentwood is one beautiful neighborhood. For the rich. The kids come into view as he comes to a stop in front of some party, with a group of young boys standing outside. Before I can even think, Oscar is out and speed walking to the kid dressed up like a Cholo. Oh fuck.

“Spooky!” I yell as soon as I step out the car. He begins whispering and the poor kid starts shaking. Footsteps come rushing over when I hear a familiar voice call my name. I meet the halfway and carefully check everyone over before I return my focus to Oscar.

“What do you want?” I guess you don’t mess with anyone Oscar loves.

We drop Monse off at dads, with the promise of me coming back to pick her up later, and everyone else at Ruby’s. Oscar comes back to my house to “make sure I make it back safe”.

“I’ll be okay Oscar, I promise. Plus, I’m going to get Monse in a bit.”

“I wasn’t going to hurt him.” Blowing air, I turn to face him.

“If he would’ve drew blood from any of them, would you have hurt him?” He looks me in my eyes, and I feel goosebumps rise as he starts moving towards me.

“I don’t like when someone messes with the people I love, or who they love.” One step backwards for every step forward.

“You didn’t answer my question.” I whisper as my back hits a wall. His hands immediately come to rest on my face.

“I’ll kill anyone who hurts my loved ones.” Soft lips fall upon mine, and before I know it my thighs are wrapped around his waist and we’re on our way to my bedroom. Well tonight didn’t go as planned. Especially once I end up underneath him. Bad habits die hard they say…and you Oscar Diaz, you’re my bad habit…

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chesterdesade · 4 years

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CUMMING OUT

An Erotic Story

I didn't know how to tell them. I was so scared. Even though I was only 13, I knew I was gay. I kind of always knew. When I was 7, I'd watch the Jonas Brothers' TV show on the Disney channel and totally think that Nick was hot. I'd be lying on the floor on my stomach when I'd feel my dick get hard. I'd rub it against the carpet and imagine that Nick Jonas was naked and under me. I'd fantasize about being naked with all three brothers. I'd cum in my briefs, but of course no cum came out. Not at that age.

But now that I was going through puberty, it all became crystal clear. I liked guys and I was pretty much cool with it. But telling my dad and my big brother...that I was not so cool with. How would they react? Would they accept me or disown me? I was so nervous. My mom is no longer in the picture. It's a long boring story, but needless to say, I didn't have to worry about her. But Dad and my 15 year-old brother Esteban? That was a tricky one.

I called them into the living room one evening. I was going to tell them once and for all. "Dad. Esteban. I have something to tell you."

"What is it, Leo?" Dad asked.

"There's something very personal about myself I need to tell you. But I don't know how to say it." I was so nervous, I was shaking.

"Son. If you're trying to tell me you're gay, it's ok. We already know," Dad said, surprising me.

"You mean...you knew?" I said, shocked.

"Please," Esteban said. "You never talk about girls. And I see the way you look at boys. Whenever I take off my pants, you look like you need a drool rag!" he laughed.

"Oh my god, I'm so relieved!" I smiled wide. "I was so scared. I didn't know how to tell you. I was afraid you'd hate me."

"Oh mijo, I could never hate you. I love you," Dad said.

"Are you sure you're okay with this?" I needed reassurance.

"Son, come here," Dad said. He took me in his strong burly arms and hugged me. "I want to make sure you know just how comfortable we are with your sexuality." At that, Dad pressed his lips to mine and kissed me tenderly on the mouth. His goatee tickled my smooth boyish face.

"Whoa, Dad! Whaa..."

"Shh. Don't say anything, son," Dad shushed me. "No son of mine is gonna grow up feeling insecure about himself. Especially in his own household." Dad kissed me passionately and placed his tongue in my mouth and wiggled it around. I was in shock and my heart was beating a mile a minute. What surprised me most of all was that my cock was sticking straight up in my short pants and struggling to get out.

"Mijo, here's a new house rule for you: If you like guys, I want you to explore your desires here in the safety of your own home. I don't want you running around messing with boys on the street. You don't know where they've been. At least here, I know what's going on and I could protect you," Dad explained. "If you're gonna play around, I'd rather you do it with me and your brother under my roof where at least I know you're safe."

I didn't say a word as Dad pulled off the white polo shirt of my Catholic school uniform over my head. He ran his big rough hands over my smooth tan hairless chest before sucking on my soft small nipples. Dad got on his knees, unbuckled my belt and unzipped my shorts and pulled them down. "What you got here, son?" Dad said, noticing my boner in my tighty-whiteys. He opened my briefs and out popped my hard dick. "You're getting to be a big boy." Dad opened his mouth and swallowed my dick whole. He sucked on it so hard, I almost fell back fainting. "You like that, mijo?" Dad asked.

"Y-yeah, Pop," I stammered, dazed.

"Wanna try Papi's dick now?"

"Sure, Dad!" Dad stood up and undid his denim shorts pulling out his big fat uncut cock.

"Go ahead, boy. Get on your knees and try it." I did as I was told and sank to my knees. I took my dad's dick in my mouth and sucked it. It was so big I could barely get it all in. So I concentrated on his fat bulb the most. "Oh yeah, mijito! You suck real good," Dad moaned.

My big brother Esteban had pulled his dick out of his basketball shorts and was openly jacking off as he watched us. "You ok with helping out your little brother, Esteban?" Dad asked my big brother.

"Hell yeah!" Esteban said. "I'm horny all the time, Dad! And I can't depend on my girlfriend to help me out. She's such a prude. Leo would be doing me a solid!"

"Good attitude, son!" Dad laughed.

Esteban walked over to me and Dad and stuck his dick in my mouth. I couldn't believe this was happening! My heart was racing. I took turns sucking off both Dad and my brother. "Just make sure you remember that I ain't gay," Esteban clarified. "But I don't got a problem if you are. This is just me showing you that I'm cool with you."

"I ain't gay either," Dad said. "But we are family and I love my boys. And this is just another way of expressing my love and that's all there is to it. It ain't anyone's business! Now let's get comfortable," Dad suggested. We all stripped down to just our socks and lied down on the carpeted living room floor. I sucked Esteban's cock while Esteban sucked Dad's cock while Dad sucked my cock in a daisy chain.

I started getting a really intense feeling in my dick from Dad sucking me and I started moaning and groaning a lot. I couldn't hold it anymore. I shot my load in Dad's mouth and he only increased his sucking and swallowed all of my cum. "Good job!" he said. "Son, I want to go all the way with you. I want your first time to be with me. I want to make sure it's special with someone I know you love," Dad said. "Is that ok with you?"

"Uh...uh...sure," was all I could say. I was so dizzy. Dad had me bring my knees up to my chest and he started eating my butt, getting it all wet. It felt crazy! I never did anything sexual at all before now except with myself. I didn't expect anything like this! His big tongue was really digging in up there. I was moaning like crazy.

Then he crouched up to me and pressed his fat cock head to my butthole and pushed. Oh my god, it hurt like a bitch, but as soon as he got it all the way in, it started to feel pretty good. I couldn't believe his giant cock fit all the way up my tight butt! It was such a trip. He started fucking me, sliding his cock in and out of my culo. I was really dizzy now. My big brother crawled over to me and shoved his hard dick in my mouth which kinda helped ease the pressure from being fucked by Dad. I sucked it like a baby.

I couldn't believe what we were doing. We were all naked together and playing! Well, almost naked. Me and Esteban had our black sport socks on and Dad still had on his long white cholo socks, so technically we weren't totally naked so it wasn't too gay, right. Haha! But it was so much fun!

Dad started grunting like a bear and yelled "I'm cumming! I'm cumming in my baby boy's ass! Ahhhh!" I could feel him shooting his load up my butt. My brother started moaning too and he shot his own load in my mouth. It tasted funny, but I didn't want to make a mess so I made sure I swallowed all of it. I was stroking my cock really hard and I too shot cum all over my chest. It was so hot!

"You see, son?" Dad said, catching his breath. "Your family is totally cool with you being gay. And you could get all the gay sex you want right here at home. Ain't that right, Esteban?"

"Hell yeah!" my brother said, still out of breath. "Uh, I mean...sure, why not. It's all good."

"Thanks, Dad!" I smiled. I felt so happy and warm.

"No problem, mijo. We love you," Dad said, giving me a huge hug. The cum on my smooth chest got stuck in his chest hair. I pointed it out, laughing. "No worries," he said, scooping some of it up with his fingers and licking it. Esteban leaned in and started licking my cum off of Dad's chest, too. I just had to do the same.

Before I knew it, me and my big bro were sucking Dad's big nipples and hard cock. It was on again! "Wow! You guys are hooking up?" my little brother Jesse said as he suddenly appeared in the entrance to the living room. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention him. I have an 8 year-old brother, Jesse. Or "The Accident" as me and Esteban call him. I wasn't gonna include him in my coming out announcement cause he's a lot younger. I just let him keep busy up in his room playing or doing his homework. But there he was, suddenly deciding to walk in on us, of all times.

"Jesse, go back to your room. I'll explain this when you're older," Dad said.

"Daddy, I know what sex is!" Jesse protested. "They teach us about it in school!"

"Really? Already?" Dad was surprised.

"Duh! I'm in the 3rd grade!" Jesse sassed.

"He's right, pops!" Esteban explained. "They're teaching Sex Ed younger and younger these days. I know my buddies' little brothers are already doin' it like pimps!"

"It's true, pop," Jesse said.

"Ay dios mio! Get in here, kiddo!" Esteban said, grabbing Jesse. He was such a horny bastard. Esteban practically ripped off Jesse's clothes and started sucking his little hairless dick.

"Take it easy on him, son!" Dad warned Esteban. "I'm only letting him participate for practice so he can do well in school. We ain't here to initiate him into gay sex, pendejo!"

"I can handle it, pop. I'm not a baby!" Jesse whined, tossing away his Iron Man undies. Whatever, Jesse! Esteban licked his fingers and started finger fucking our little brother.

Dad and I were left to be each other's sole fuck buddies now. But really, we were making love. Daddy topped me again as the two of us fucked on the floor right next to Esteban and Jesse. Esteban was pile-driving his 15 year-old cock deep into Jesse's tight 8 year-old boy pussy. Gotta admit, it was pretty hot. We all fucked like crazy on the living room floor till we shot our loads all over each other. Except for my punk ass little brother, Jesse, of course. His loads were still invisible if you know what I mean.

From that day on, my dad and my big brother went out of their way to make me feel comfortable at home. Esteban would come home from soccer practice and strip off his shorts and jersey in front of me. "Oh, sorry, li'l bro. I forgot this might turn you on."

"I ain't turned on, Mr. Conceited," I told him.

"You sure?" Esteban teased, dancing around the bedroom in his long soccer socks and sweaty jock strap. "No bitch can resist this!" My brother pulled off his jock and swung his cock around near my face.

"I ain't your bitch, you idiot," I said. I had to admit I was getting a little turned on. I could smell his musky balls. "Fuck it," I said and sucked Esteban's cock into my mouth. We ended up fucking on the bed.

Another time, my dad was sitting in his EZ chair in just his tighty-whiteys and socks. He liked to air out after work. I was watching some show on the Disney Channel; one of those teen shows that have a lot of cute boys in them. I started to get a little excited watching it. It was totally awkward.

"You like that boy, ha son," Dad just had to say something.

"Y-yeah I guess," I stuttered. "He's ok."

"Ok? You're burning a hole in your chonies!" he pointed out. I guess I was. "Come here." He called me over and I stood before him. Dad leaned forward and pulled my shorts down and sucked my cock. His cock grew and tented up his briefs.

"Look at those two!" my big brother Esteban said, suddenly appearing at the living room entrance; of all times. His buddy Rick was with him. They just got out of soccer practice and were all sweaty in just their shorts and footie gear, no shirts.

"Holy crap! Your dad goes down on your little brother?" Rick said, stunned.

"Yeah, just on him though," Esteban explained. "Leo's gay and my old man is hellbent on convincing him...and himself, I guess...that he's cool with it. Which means we all have to be cool with it."

"Wow! That is pretty cool of him, you have to admit!" the hunky teenager Rick said.

"We're allowed to help out too!" Esteban said. "But it ain't gay!" he made clear. "We just want to make him feel accepted and shit!"

"For reals? Oh hell yes!" Rick gasped. He walked over, got on his knees behind me and started eating out my ass. It felt so darn good! Soon after, Rick was fucking me in the ass. "As long as you all know I definitely ain't gay!" Rick said sternly. "I was always taught when you're at someone else's house, you gotta go by their rules. Just being polite, dudes!" he explained before shooting a load in my ass.

I must say, things at school were pretty cool. As part of my coming out process, I joined a club there called "The Gay/Straight Alliance Club" which was formed by gay students and their straight supporters. It might have been considered controversial a few years ago to have such a thing at an all-boys Catholic junior high school, but thanks to the support and endorsement of many of the priests and deacons in our diocese, that dream became a reality. A lot of cool students were members of the GSA club from student council members to jocks.

Many times, I would step into the school library where many of our meetings were held after school and the guys would be having a discussion about different subjects, one of them being homophobia. "I just want you guys to know, I think homophobia is for pussies," Bradley, the study straight football jock would declare, eloquent as always. The guys quietly applauded. "And just to prove I ain't..." Bradley grabbed Simon, the bespectacled openly gay science nerd, and started making out with him in front of us. It was hard not to react loudly in the library. We had a table set up in the back, but still.

Bradley would strip down to his mesh jersey, jock strap (pulled to the side) and tube socks and would fuck Simon, now dressed in just his long black dress socks and bow tie, right there on the table. The rest of us ditched our clothes and had a hot little student orgy right there in the library.

Father Gregory happened to stroll by, catching us. "Oh my. What have we here?" he said in his Irish accent. At first we thought we'd been busted but the only thing busting right there and then was Father Gregory's nuts! He stripped off his pants and joined the party. Funny that he immediately zeroed in on Christopher, our youngest member who skipped two grades for his advanced intelligence and was now in the 6th grade. I watched as the priest's big wet tongue glided all over Christopher's hairless little cock, balls and asshole. Christopher eventually found himself bouncing up and down on the grown man's cock, both of them in just their long black socks.

It was impossible to keep quiet and not break the rules of the library as we began cumming left and right. You should have seen Simon. His thick black-framed glasses were covered with cum.

There was a time, though, something at school had me bummed. My old man caught me moping about it after school. "Hey, you?" he asked. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," I sighed.

"Hey. I thought after everything we talked about, it was clear that you can talk to me about anything." I explained to my dad that there was a big Mother/Son Toga Dance Party next week at school and it was just bringing up issues I had with my mom leaving. Dad was so good at consoling me. "I'm gonna have a little chat with your principal," he smiled. I begged him not to as I didn't want any attention. I was already self-conscious as it was, but dad insisted he'd keep it on the DL. Before I knew it, I had special permission along with a couple of other students to bring my dad to the dance! I was so happy.

The night of the dance, I walked into the living room in my toga where dad was already waiting. "Look at you, boy!" Dad smiled proudly. "I'm definitely gonna have the most handsome date there." Dad's toga was a bit skimpy and not put together too well, poor guy. He was more used to changing the oil in the car than making costumes. It looked he just took a really long white pillow case, rather than a sheet, and cut out a hole at the closed end for his head and two holes on the sides for his arms and wore it like a mini dress, or a potato sack. He was clearly wearing tighty whiteys underneath cause the hem of the toga...the opened part of the pillow case...didn't even cover his crotch. I laughed my ass off. The sides of the pillow case were really slit almost from top to bottom exposing his chest and love handles. And to top it off, he wore long white socks with strappy 'dad sandals'. Oh man, he's so clueless. You gotta love him. And let's just say that my toga was very well put together, though it was not much less skimpy.

Dad and I had a great time at the dance and people were pretty cool with me bringing him. Whenever dad sat down at the dance, his whole crotch was exposed to the world. It was so embarrassing but my friends just thought it was real funny. And Dad was a real hit with all the moms. There was so much flirting going on, it was so awkward. I mean, most of the moms are married!

After the dance, Dad drove us home and we walked to the front porch. "Aren't you gonna give your date a goodnight kiss?" Dad said. I leaned in to kiss him and Dad grabbed my face and really laid into me giving me a big ole French kiss, tongue and all. It gave me a boner.

"But Dad, that kiss might've been enough in the olden days when you were a teenager. Kids today expect to go a lot further," I teased him.

"Oh excuse me for being from the Stone Age," he laughed. "You think your old man ain't hip? I'll show you, sonny!" Dad unlocked the door, scooped me up in his arms and carried me inside to the living room. "On this date, I'm putting out!" Dad announced. He lifted the skirt of my toga, pulled my dick from my drawers and started sucking me off. Soon, Dad had me on my back on the carpet, both of us with our togas still on but our underpants off, as he fucked me in the ass.

"What's going on here?" my brother Esteban said, coming down the stairs in his socks and underwear. "I thought I told you to have him home at a decent hour!" he jokingly scolded Dad. "And no sex on the first date!" Esteban paused. "Well...at least not without me!" My big brother took off his underwear and joined us on the living room floor.

In general, Esteban was getting a little carried away with honing in on my action. One day I brought a boy home from school that I kinda liked. We were just gonna do our homework together. Nothing nasty. We were on my bed with our books and papers spread about with the door wide open when all of a sudden Esteban comes walking by. He stops and sticks his nosey ass in my bedroom. "Oh! What's going on here?" he teased, all embarrassing.

"We're just studying," I quickly said.

"Who's this?" my brother asked grinning like a wolf on the prowl. I introduced him to my classmate Pedro who was 12. Pedro was really cute and I knew Esteban would be all over his shit. "Well don't let me stop you from working," Esteban said taking off his shirt. "Is it hot in here, or is it me?" He kept trying to help Pedro with his homework. He kept talking to him and laughing and being totally flirtatious. It was so obnoxious. Pedro was wearing a loose fitting tank top and Esteban kept "accidentally" putting his hands on him and was practically reaching into his tank top through the arm holes to touch Pedro's nipples. "Why don't you take your shoes off and get comfortable," Esteban said, pulling off Pedro's sneakers without even asking. He started massaging Pedro's feet.

All Pedro could do was laugh and smile all awkward. He kept looking at me like 'what the fuck?' "That feels good," he chuckled. My brother peeled off one of Pedro's socks and started licking his foot making him giggle. Then Esteban unbuckled the little dude's belt, unbuttoned his shorts and pulled down his zipper. "Oh my gosh, what's happening?" Pedro giggled like the cute awkward dork that he was. Esteban grinned and pulled off Pedro's shorts and briefs and his hard five inch cock snapped free. I was so excited to see it for the first time as I was crushing on him hard. But I was also really jealous that my own big brother was stealing my boy!

Esteban started sucking Pedro's dick practically sending Pedro into convulsions. Then he started eating out his ass while Pedro's legs hanged in the air with one sock on one foot, the other bare. Then Esteban stripped off his shorts and briefs and started to push his hard cock into Pedro's butt. I couldn't stand it anymore. I got up and went downstairs leaving them both on their own.

I walked towards the living room but stopped just outside the entrance cause my little brother Jesse was in there playing video games with his buddy Eric. Eric was a cute little kid. He was the same age as Jesse...maybe a little bit younger. "I won! I killed more zombies than you!" Jesse screamed. "You know what that means! You have to do it to me now!"

"I know, I know," Eric said defeated. My little brother stood up and pulled down his shorts and his little boner, already hard, sprang free. Little Eric went down on his knees and immediately, he started sucking Jesse's weenie. I watched to see what they'd do next. The two third graders ended up totally fucking on the living room floor.

"Oh man!" I said to myself. "Is everyone in this house getting action except me? I'm supposed to be the gay one!" I was so jealous. I went to go sulk in the kitchen.

Dad walked in from work. "What's up, Leo?" he asked, catching me in my frustration.

"Oh nothing. It's just that my brothers are getting all the action in the house and they're not even really gay!" I complained.

"What are they doing?" Dad asked.

"Esteban's upstairs banging my crush and Jesse's in the living room banging his little buddy Eric," I tattled. "Those two don't even have hair on their dicks! I feel all left out."

"Well we'll just see about that!" Dad said as he started unbuttoning his shirt. My cock got hard real quick and soon, Dad had me on the kitchen counter and was sucking my dick till I came in his mouth. "How was that?" Dad smiled.

"Great," I said, a little sullen.

"But?" Dad asked.

"It still doesn't change my interest in Pedro."

"Then why don't you march upstairs like a man and tell him how you feel," Dad encouraged. "Stand up to your pendejo brother and throw him outta there. Show him who's boss."

"You're right. I'm gonna do that!" I said. So I marched upstairs in my t-shirt and socks, forgetting I had no pants or underwear on, and went back to my room.

Esteban came out of my room all sweaty with a big grin on his face. He was naked except for his socks. "Sup, baby bro," he tried to high-five me but I dissed him, rushing right into my room.

Pedro was lying on the bed looking kind of dazed. He was naked with a load of cum on his chest. "Hey man. You ok?" I asked him.

"Yeah," he said softly.

"Have fun with my brother?"

"Yeah, but..." Pedro began.

"What?" I asked, sitting down next to him on the bed.

"It's just that...I really wanted to be with you." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Finally! I leaned in and kissed Pedro on the lips and the two of us started making out like crazy. Before you knew it, it was MY cock that was sliding in and out of Pedro's ass, not my big brother's! We made love till I shot my load up his butt and he shot his all over his chest and abs. I didn't even care that I could feel my big brother's cum slicking up my dick inside of Pedro's butthole. "I've been wanting to do that for a long time," Pedro sighed.

"Me too, little buddy. Me too."

The two of us put our shorts back on and went downstairs shirtless. We walked to the living room and found my big brother fucking Jesse's little friend Eric. Jesse was sitting cross-legged in just his socks with his chin resting in his palms, all pouty. Looks like Esteban stole his fuck buddy too! Esteban had the kid (who was just a few months shy of his 8th birthday) bouncing up and down on his lap on the living room floor. My brother's cock was up his ass and the boy was riding him like a bucking bronco.

"What's the matter, baby bro?" I asked him.

"What do you think?" he pouted.

"Come on," I laughed, grabbing him by the arm. Pedro and I were on him like sand on the beach, kissing him and feeling him up and making him feel wanted, right next to our big brother and his little fuck toy. Pedro and I took turns fucking Jesse in the ass till we both shot loads up it. I assume Jesse came too. That's what it seemed like, though no cum came out of his wiener.

"Boys, dinner's gonna be ready in a half hour...whoa!" Dad said, stepping into the living room and getting stunned. There his sons were, fucking up a storm with two extra boys. "Well...I guess I can let dinner simmer on the stove for a few minutes," he said taking off his shirt. Dad stripped down to his black socks and joined in on the fun. He got to fuck each and every one of our asses. But it was my ass he saved for last. So it was my ass he came in. That made me feel very special. "I love you, mijo," Dad said, French kissing me tenderly.

"I love you too, pop," I smiled. "Thank you. For everything."

I guess cumming out wasn't such a hard thing after all. I'm so lucky to have such an awesome family that loves me unconditionally.

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lukearmitage · 5 years

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Alec Rodriguez

You can learn a lot about someone by where they are from and where they have chosen to be. Some people never leave their hometown, some people leave as soon as they can, but every once in a while someone will stay and develop their existing community into something beautifully distinguished.

Born and raised in Orange County, Alec Rodriguez grew up with a big family surrounded by nice weather, cars, and tattoos. Due to his love for art, his desire to leave a mark, and the culture he grew up in, it was only a matter of time before he fell into the career he is now fully immersed in. Alec specializes in a popular style of tattooing called ‘Black and Gray realism’ which has it’s roots in East LA’s Chicano culture.

In the 1960’s many people had to get their tattoos done behind closed doors because it was mainly seen as taboo and illegal in some parts of the world. This form of self expression was mainly reserved for outlaw bikers, sailors, and lifers in prison.

Around this time, various groups of Mexican Americans created their own street culture which developed into what was known as the ‘Pachuco lifestyle’. This eventually evolved into the ‘Cholo’ culture where they began drawing and tattooing various images that pulled from a rich Latino catalogue of symbols, designs, and script lettering.

Tattoo art flourished in prison because there was so much time to share ideas and innovate. Prison officials found that they could reduce conflict by allowing inmates to have cassette players. With the motor from a cassette player, pen shaft, and the E string of a guitar, rotary tattoo guns were more prevalent than ever. The inks were made from the ash of burned magazines mixed with water to create different shades of ink. This evolved black and gray realism due to the enhanced quality and dimension of the art.

In those days, a majority of individuals would get their stuff done at the Pike in Long Beach where ‘traditional’ tattoos were popularized by sailors and rebels. However, in 1975 Charlie Cartwright and Jack Rudy opened a shop in East LA called Good Time Charlies where they popularized the distinguishable black and gray style with the help of Freddy Negrete that had started in prison. The shop was eventually sold to Ed Hardy who helped them grow the business and evolve tattooing as whole.

What was once a sign of rebellion has morphed into something that is beyond just another way of self expression.

Alec is the product of that evolution in the flesh. Behind his glistening rolex, wide frame, and intimidating tattoos is a hardworking artist who is both humble and grateful for the opportunities he has. I spent some time with Alec at his studio, along with a couple homies (Joe and Gordo), his two dogs (Chubbs and Ruca a.ka. Sad Girl), and his 64’ Chevy Impala convertible (8-Ball).

His friend Joe casually mentions “we would always just be hanging at his house.” Alec chimes in “This was before cellphones too so you would have to cruise by and see who’s bike was out front. My spot had no rules too.” Joe jokes about Alec having 20 dogs and 20 cats. Alec interrupts him with “naw, 3 dogs and 2 cats” with laughs. “I had a big family. Four siblings. There was always someone else living with us. Always had to take care of somebody else’s kids too. I’ve always been around people, so now when I’m alone, it’s nice, but at the same time its somewhat strange to me.” Which is somewhat ironic because he grew up down the street. All his friends live down the street as well. And when they get off work, they stop by. It has a similar vibe to a club house at times. Even though everyone seems to have a rough exterior, everyone is kind and respectful, which makes for a nice environment to spend time.

So you were born and raised here correct?

Yea, born and raised here. I grew up like right down the street. My mom still lives there.

Has it changed a lot since then?

It’s changed a lot. Definitely not the same as when I was growing up.

Do you miss those times?

Well yea, everybody misses the good old days you know?

In one of your interviews, you mentioned how your pops brought you into a shop and at the time you weren’t really interested, but eventually you came around. Can you talk a little about that?

Yea, when my pops took me into the shop to try and get me into it, I remember watching the whole process. There was puddles of ink, couldn’t see anything, perfectly straight lines, and it just looked like too hard. At that time I was pretty convinced that I couldn’t tattoo. But then a short time after that, I had some friends that I had grown up doing graffiti with, They had bought some tattoo guns and started tattooing out of their garage. And I thought to myself, well, if they can do it, I can do it.

Did your pops always have a lot of tattoos?

Yeah, he has been getting tattoo’d since he was like 14.

Did most people around you and in your family have tattoos growing up?

On my dad’s side, yeah for sure. On my mom’s side, not so much.

When did you start getting into the car culture stuff?

Ever since I was a little kid. My dad had a Cadillac growing up and I just always liked cruising in it. I would always bug him because I wanted to hop in a take a ride somewhere. This is when I was like 10 or 11. I never really thought I’d own one, but I always liked classic cars.

Do you enjoy being involved with it? Can you talk a little about it?

Yea definitely, It’s huge you know? But like anything it’s so political you know? It can be kinda controversial. So I dunno, I just kinda wanna drive my car. I don’t give a fuck about this and that. Don’t really want to get too involved. Like politics and stuff.

Like street politics?

Yeah, street politics and all that. Everyone wants you to get their approval.

Growing up, was it hard to stay out of trouble at all?

I mean, it’s never hard to stay out of trouble, just like it’s never hard to not party, you know what I mean? And then shit gets real and you end up in a place where you’re saying to yourself “aww, I shouldn’t have done that”.

Did tattooing help you stay away from all the bullshit?

Yea definitely, when I was about 18, I was fresh out of high school, my mom was like, “you have to get a job”, and I was “but I have a job” and she was like “I don’t really care, you have to go to school”. But I was frustrated because I had just graduated, I didn’t want to go to school. So I ended up taking a bunch of art classes because I liked it and just needed to meet the minimum requirement for my financial aid. So I was doing that, taking a bunch of bullshit classes, didn’t really know what the fuck I wanted to do. And then came the story with my pops and he took me to the shop. That was all during that whole process.

And at this time you were 19?

18. I got my apprenticeship with Goodfellas when I was 19. I was just a little-ass kid right there at Goodfellas Tattoo Shop with the big dogs. 19 Year old kid spending time with grown-ass men.

How did that make you feel?

It was intimidating as fuck. I was super intimidated. Especially because I knew who Steve Soto was and I looked up to him. And then to like be working for him it was just some starstruck type shit.

You seem like someone who really cares about the art, based on your stuff and your skill level. How were you able to learn so fast?

I get asked that a lot and some people say to me “oh you’re just naturally talented”. I feel like it isn’t so much talent as much as it is trial and error, practice. I always just enjoyed it and wanted to get better at it on my own. I was never really in competition with anyone or anything, it was more for myself. I just wanted to be a great artist.

What do you think was the driving force behind that?

As a kid, I just always loved art. It was just for myself. I wasn’t getting paid for it. I just genuinely enjoyed it. Then I got into graffiti from like 14-17 and I thought I was gonna do that as a career. Got arrested a few times and kinda realized that it probably wasn’t gonna work out.

How did you develop your style and technique? I feel like graffiti is way different than your aesthetic?

Total opposite right? Total opposite. I tell a lot of people, to this day, that I love abstract art and people don’t believe me because of the style that I do. I’m a big fan of it because my roots are from graffiti. But when I was taking all my art classes I was taking life drawing, the teacher was teaching us how to draw the models face, and I started becoming obsessed with making shit look real as fuck. And it just kinda snowballed from there.

You mentioned Steve Soto, are there some other tattoo artists or just artists in general that inspire you?

There were some local big graffiti crews that I was into MSK …CBS. Those guys were the shit.

What inspires you to wake up, do your thing and keep coming to work everyday?

I mean besides all my bills telling me “you gotta get the fuck up and go to work homie,” um, I dunno, I just enjoy what I do. If I sleep in and I’m running late, I just text myself that I’m gonna be late.

You feel like you’re doing what you’re supposed to do. Like being an artist is your purpose in life?

I think so yea. I sometimes have feelings of wanting to do something else inside the art realm. I just love what I do and I have been drawing since I was a little kid. I love leaving my mark on things. I used to do that. I used to carve “Alec was here” on stuff and my mom would beat my ass. She would be like “Alec, did you do this?” and I would be like “no” and she would just sit there like… “it’s your name dumbass…. what do you mean you didn’t write it?” But I just love leaving my mark on stuff. Which is funny because now I do it with tattooing everyday.

When did you open your private studio up?

Just hit a year.

What was the reasoning for wanting to do that?

I get asked that a lot actually, but I dunno, it was just like an inner feeling that I was just ready to do my own thing. I always have to be close to work. I hate commuting. I was there seven years, so I was just kinda ready to have my own space. Spread my wings.

What was the inspiration for the interior design?

If you were in here the day I opened the doors, it is not the same. I change shit up consistently over here. But I dunno, I just always liked a lot of artwork on the walls. Just a lot of stuff to keep the people entertained while they are here. I always liked the super clean look, just very minimal. Not too cluttered.

A lot of people get tattoos after significant events in their life? Do you feel like a therapist sometimes having to talk to people during the tattoo process?

You know what, I call that ink therapy. I go through those phases myself. It really is therapeutic getting tattooed. I tell these guys here all the time, I joke around like “yea I’m a tattoo artist and a part-time therapist”. Just cause you know, I’m sitting next to the client for like 10 hours. That’s just one session. You get to know someone pretty well, especially after a few sessions. You’re literally sitting there touching their skin. I am helping them tell their story through their skin. I interpret it through my artwork.

The view on tattoo culture is more mainstream now?

Yeah most definitely. And it’s good for me, but everything has its pros and cons. Since it’s more acceptable, I have people with 9-5 jobs coming in here and getting tattoos which is great. But you also have kids going and getting tattoo’s on their face looking like a kindergartners sketch book. I’m glad it’s more acceptable, but some people take things too far.

Do you feel like you’ve changed a lot since you started?

When I was 19... I mean, shit, every 18/19 year old thinks they know everything, but I started working at a shop with grown-ass men with kids and families… and they kinda let me know how things are. They shaped me in a good way you know what I mean? I grew up real quick, just being around them.

Did they humble you?

Yea, most definitely. That’s why I was so grateful you know? Like a lot of people at that age don’t have influences like that. A lot of people have parents who say things like, “don’t do that shit, you’re gonna get arrested”. But you kinda just disregard their opinion. But when it’s somebody you look up to or respect in a different way, you tend to listen a different way. We all have love and respect for our parents obviously. I was just more keen on what the fuck the guys at the shop had to say. Even though it was the same shit my mom used to say. With your parents, sometimes you think they are just trying to control you, but with a friend and a coworker, they are really just looking out for you.

In one of your prior interviews you mentioned the word respect quite a bit. Can you talk a little bit about that and how it applies to you?

Respect is a huge fuckin’ thing you know? If you can’t go into somebodies house and respect it, that just says a lot about your character you know what I mean? If I was to go up in your house and I was to put my feet up on your couch and shit, you’re gonna be like “what are you doing?” Like respect my house, you wouldn’t do that at your mom’s house you know? Your mom would slap the shit out of you. Respect, you know what I mean?

You know what it comes down to? I got it tatt’d right here. Do unto others as you would have them do unto you. Treat other motherfuckers how you would want to be treated.

Last time I got one of my tattoos from you, your brother was starting to apprentice with you? But now it looks like he’s tattooing full-time and doing his own thing?

Yea yea, he works here with me. He’s still here.

Have you been able to take him under your wing and kinda show him what’s up?

Yea yea, I let him do his own thing. I’m here for him, I try to help him develop his craft as well. But at the end of the day it is up to someone personally to take the initiative and develop their skill, technique, and overall craft. I can only say so much. You know what I mean? I tell him like, “you literally have to get up and do the work. But if you have any questions along the way, I gotchu”.

Were there some struggles and difficulties you had to overcome to get to where you were? Or did everything flow pretty smooth for you because you feel like you took the right path?

I mean everything flowed pretty nicely for me and I am grateful for that, but of course there was trial & error periods and hardships. Just like everything, it has its politics. You are looked down upon at first because you have to start somewhere, you’re not good, or you’re not qualified. So you have to pay your dues for a little while.

Would you change anything?

Naw, I wouldn’t change shit. I’ve been so blessed to be where I’m at and to have gone through what I’ve gone through and still be here.

If you weren’t tattooing what do you think you would be doing?

*Deep exhale…. Stares off in the distance… Honestly, I don’t really know. I don’t even really want to know. I’d hate to see an alternate reality where I could see myself without tattooing. Before tattooing I was just working at Stater Brothers and shit… you know? Just going nowhere fast.

What’s your future looking like? What are your plans? What do you have lined up? Traveling?

You know what, I used to travel so much. Honestly it’s really nice to not have any travel plans coming up. Knowing that I am just going to be home. I love traveling, I love all the places I’ve been to, I’m blessed to have been able to go there, but traveling is just so stressful. It’s a bitch and a half. So I’m content right now with just being here and doing my thing.

As far as like the long run, the future, I don’t really know. Where do I see myself in five years type thing, I don’t really know, I’d like to eventually have a more walk in type of shop environment instead of a private studio, hopefully, but only time will tell.

I imagine a lot people come from out of town to get work done from you?

Yea, the guy I tattoo’d yesterday was from Australia. People come from everywhere you know, Canada, Germany, Wherever you know? I had a guy come from Japan.

If they want to book an appointment, what’s the best way?

Just email me or go through the website.

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Sources: Schwartz, E. (Director). (2013). Tattoo Nation [Video file]. United States: Visions Verite. Retrieved April 24, 2019, from https://www.imdb.com/title/tt2207870/

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