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One day I was driving with absolutely no place to go and nothing to do. I do that often. I figure it’s better than just sitting around my house and watching TV. I started driving through some residential streets. I was at a red light when I noticed 3 big ass black mother-fuckers beating the hell out of a small Mexican guy.

I wasn't sure about what I should do. I was in a really ghetto neighborhood, and I knew that most of the Mexicans around here are illegal. If I call the cops, I might get him trouble. So I just burned out in my car really hard. The tires were screeching for like 3 seconds before the car actually moved. I noticed that I got the black guys' attention, so I gunned it towards them. I nearly hit one of them, but him and his 2 friends just ran like little bitches.

I don't know why I did that at the time. I didn't even know if they had a reason to be beating the hell out of him. I guess I'm just big on the whole idea of Latin pride. I got out of my car to see if the Mexican guy was OK. I knew I couldn't stick around too long because I figured the other guys would be back.

The Mexican guy was pretty much laying on the sidewalk holding himself in pain, so I reclined the passenger's seat in my car and helped him into it. I ran into the driver's seat and took off. I asked him if he was OK, but he was just moaning in pain. The side of his head was bleeding pretty bad, so I asked him if he wanted to go to the hospital. He said no, because he has no papers, and he didn't want to get deported.

So I asked him if he had any family members I could take him to or any friends in the area. He didn't answer me, he just closed his eyes and laid there in my car seat. I couldn't think of anything to do, so I just brought him to my apartment. I lived on the second floor, and I knew he was hurting bad, so I put his arm around the back of my neck and helped him as he limped up the stairs.

I really didn't know what to do, and I was really nervous, so I was like chain smoking through almost half a pack of cigarettes. When we got up to my apartment, I showed him where the bathroom was and told him to clean himself up while I got a shirt for him to wear, since he was bleeding all over his.

When he got out of the bathroom, I handed him my shirt and asked him if he was OK. He said he'd be OK. He spoke pretty decent English, and I spoke Spanish (I am only half Latin), but we understood each other. So we just sat there talking while he held his shirt up to the side of his head.

He introduced himself to me. I didn't even realize that after all this I didn't even know his name. He said, "My name is Orlando. Thank you very much for your help." I could tell he really didn't know what to say, so I just said, "No problem. I'm Jon by the way."

I really didn't know what to talk about, so I just asked him who the 3 black guys were. He told me that they lived in the same building he lived in, and that they fuck with him and the other younger Mexicans a lot. He told me that he lived in an apartment with 11 other illegal Mexican guys. I asked him where he was going to go. I knew the other guys would be pissed off at him after I tried to hit them with my car. He didn't answer me, he just stared directly into my eyes. So I told him he could stay at my place for a while until we could figure out what to do.

Orlando was only 19 at the time, and I was only 20. I had just started living on my own, and I guess having someone around was a nice change. At this point in my life, I sort of knew that I was gay, but I viewed it as a disease. I had never acted on my attraction to other guys, and I had never told anybody about it. I was still trying to force myself to be straight.

A few days later, I got home from work, and Orlando was sleeping on the couch with the TV on. I just sat there looking at him while he slept. He was a really cute kid. He was kind of short, about 5'6", and thin, about 120 lbs. He had a nice dark tan-colored skin and a really cute face. As I stared at him, he began to wake up, so I just grabbed the remote and pretended that I was just watching TV.

I told him I was sorry if I woke him up. He just said, "No, I'm sorry that I'm in your way." I just told him not to worry about it, then he asked me if I wanted any money for letting him stay there. I asked him if he had a job, he told me he was a bus boy in a restaurant about a mile and a half away from my place. At the time I was a waiter in an Italian restaurant in some stuck-up rich town, and I knew that bus boys didn't make too much money, especially Mexican bus boys. So I said, "Keep your money. Think of it as a favor."

He insisted on giving me his money. He said, "After what you did for me, I want you to have my money." He was holding out $400. I was like, "$400!! I cant take that. That’s more than half my rent." He told me that he was paying $400 a month to live in that shit-hole apartment so he took my hand and put his money in my palm. As soon as he touched my hand, I felt a rush go through my body, I realized that I was really attracted to him and the words, "Move in with me,” just came out of my mouth.

I knew I was acting crazy, but I didn't care, I knew I wanted him to stay with me. I knew that just by the fact that he was trying to give me all his money, I could really trust this guy. He just looked at me like he was excited, he was like, "Really? How much do you want?" So I said, "$200 a month. My rent is only $600, and since I already paid the rent this month you can keep this." I got up and walked behind him and held his money to his chest. It felt good to touch him like that. He just got up and gave me a really big hug and thanked me over and over again, "Thank you so much. I don't know what to say.Thank you.” I said, "Don't worry about it, it’s my pleasure,” then I went to my bedroom and went to sleep.

In the morning, he woke me up by talking lightly, "Jon, I'm sorry to bother you. I have to go to my work. Can I borrow a shirt?" If it had been anybody else, I would have been pissed off. I hate being woken up earlier than I have to be, but I understood that he didn't have any clothes in my apartment, and he needed a white buttoned shirt to go to work in, and I really just couldn't get pissed off at him, plus I really loved the way he said my name with his accent.

So I opened my eyes, and there was Orlando standing in front of me with no shirt on. I felt this feeling in my chest that is hard to describe, like every breath I took had this emotion of lust in it. I pointed to my work clothes and told him that I would drive him to his job. He said, "No, it's OK, I'll go walking, go back to sleep.” I insisted on driving him because I knew he worked far away, and I just felt like I wanted to be with him, I wanted to be next to him, I loved being around him, and when he was not around, I couldn't stop thinking about him.

So I got up and told him that I had to wake up anyway, even though I didn't really have to. It was like 7 am, and he had to be at work at 9. I told him that I was just going to take a shower as he finished getting ready and that I'd drive him. I wish I could have a picture of this moment, me in my boxers standing in front of him topless.

When I got out of the shower, he was ready and waiting for me wearing my shirt. He looked really cute because it was a little too big for him. So I got dressed, and he followed me to my car.

He was really quiet on the way there. I pulled up in front of his job, and he told me that he was really early. I guess he didn't expect me to drive him. He didn't move. He just looked down towards the floor in my car. I asked him what was wrong, and after a few minutes of prying he said, "You do all this for me. You don't know me. I can never give you what you give me."

I just looked at him and told him that he has already paid me back. He didn't know what I was talking about, so I just leaned in and gave him a really tight hug. I loved holding him in my arms. I think he realized how I felt about him at that moment, but he just got out of my car and went to work.

When I got home from work that night, he was sitting on my couch waiting for me. When I walked in, I was nervous. I didn't know how he felt about what happened in the morning. He walked up to me and wrapped his arms around me. I didn't really know what was happening, but I was going to show him how I felt about him. So I leaned in towards his beautiful face and kissed him. Then I opened my mouth around his, and he started to kiss me back. I can't describe the happiness I was feeling at this point. I knew I was in love with him. This kiss was unlike anything I have ever experienced before. I felt emotions that I have never felt before.

I laid him down on the couch and laid on top of him, kissing him with a kind of passion I have never felt for anybody before. I couldn't believe what was happening. Then I felt his hands on my back, pulling my shirt out of my pants, so I leaned up and started to take his shirt off. We then continued to kiss with our bare chests against each other. I thought my body was going to melt. There are no words for the emotions I was feeling.

We both got up and went into my bedroom. We started kissing again. We laid on my bed together. The whole experience was new to both of us. I was feeling his chest with my hands, and I eventually went down to his belt. He was obviously nervous when he felt my hands by his belt, but he didn't pull away, so then I started to remove his pants. He whispered in my ear, "I have never been with another man before.” So I told him, "Neither have I, but I know that I love you.”

He responded by kissing me very passionately. I then felt him removing my belt and unzipping my pants. Even though I wanted this to happen very much, I was also very nervous when I felt his hands down by my dick. So I started to kiss his smooth dark chest and worked my way down to his loosened pants. I pulled his pants down and felt his dick through his boxers. I knew he was feeling really nervous when I did this so I went back up to his face and started to kiss him again.

He started to pull my pants down a little and feel my ass. We both then took each other's pants completely off and kissed again as I laid on top of him. I could feel both of our dicks rubbing against each other. This made me really hot. I wanted him so badly, in ways that I have never wanted anyone or anything ever before. I had only known him for like half a week at this point, but I knew I loved him.

I then started to go back down to his boxers. I pulled them down to about his knees. He had a beautiful dick. I had never seen one that was uncircumcised, but I thought it was beautiful. I kissed it gently as he started to rub the back of my head. I started to suck him. He was really nervous, but I know he was enjoying it. I loved every minute of having his dick in my mouth. He then told me, "I want you to do everything that you want with me.”

I was glad to hear that he was getting more comfortable. I started to kiss his neck and bite it gently, and he started to pull my boxers down a little with one hand and rub my dick with the other. So then I got up on my knees and pulled both of our boxers off completely. I picked up his legs and spread them apart. I then spit on my hand and rubbed my saliva on my dick and on his ass-hole. He was staring at me with his beautiful eyes like he was scared of what was going to happen next.

I asked him if he was OK. He said, "I'm OK, do what you want.” I knew it would be painful for him so I went very slowly and gently. I pushed my head into his ass. He closed his eyes and started to bite his lower lip. I slowly, inch by inch, penetrated him until I was in completely. I then leaned over to him and started to kiss him and play with his dick so I could relax him.

After a few minutes of kissing him, I started to move my dick in and out of his ass gently. I could tell that he was in pain so I went very slowly. He started to feel my back with his hands, and his kisses seemed more relaxed, so I started to move a little faster. I still can't describe how much pleasure I was feeling, both physically and emotionally. I noticed that he was getting very tense and then I felt him cumming on my stomach. As soon as this happened began to cum as well. We just laid there with my soft dick in his ass, holding each other tightly, kissing. He whispered in my ear, "I love you too, Jon."

We fell asleep together. We woke up in the exact same position. We kissed a little and then I drove him to work. We have been together now for 2 years, and my emotions for Orlando have not changed at all. I still love him just as much as I did that night.

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