Spanking My Girlfriend's Straight Latino Son

By Annie Gutierrez

Alex's latina girlfriend has a straight son, Pedro. Only Alex can see who Pedro really is under his masculine college-jock persona, and he decides to turn him from straight to gay.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Annie Gutierrez
• Release date: May 11, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223594529

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Spanking My Girlfriend's Straight Latino Son

By Annie Gutierrez

Alex sighed as he leaned against the lockers in the hallway before class. It had been a long morning already, and the day had barely begun. The thought of presenting his coming out speech to his friends during lunch weighed heavily on his mind. Every time he tried to remember the words he'd carefully rehearsed, a blurry wall of anxious thoughts pushed them out.

Hey, what's the matter? asked Sarah, his best friend, as she glanced at him with concern.

Oh, it's nothing, he tried to smile reassuringly. Just got a lot on my mind.

Sarah searched his eyes for a moment. Well, if you ever want to talk about it, you know I'm here for you.

Thanks, Sarah. Alex gave her a small, grateful smile - she had no idea that she was about to become a major part of what was on his mind.

Meanwhile, across town, Pedro was at home engaged in a heated argument with his father. He couldn't believe how his father was making him feel guilty for spending time with his girlfriend, Cecilia.

Why can't you accept her? Pedro yelled, fists clenching in frustration. She's an amazing person, and she's important to me!

His father crossed his arms, his expression stern. It's not her, it's you, he snapped. Ever since you started seeing her, you've changed. I don't like it.

I haven't changed, Dad, Pedro insisted, feeling his heart rate increase. I'm still the same person you raised. I still care about the same things. But now I have someone in my life who cares about me too.

Well, if that's the case, maybe you should spend less time worrying about what I think and more time focusing on your education, his father suggested harshly. Or are you planning on disappointing everyone around you forever?

As Pedro and his father continued fighting, a hesitant Alex approached his group of friends during lunch hour. He scanned their faces—the friends he’d grown up with, shared endless laughs and secrets with—and swallowed hard.

Guys, I have something I need to tell you, he began, heart pounding. I've been keeping this secret for a while now, and I think it's time I finally told you.

His friends exchanged curious glances before nodding encouragingly. Go ahead, Alex. You can tell us anything, said Sarah, her eyes filled with concern.

Taking a deep breath, Alex threw away his rehearsed speech and spoke from his heart. I'm gay, he admitted, his voice quiet but steady. I hope you guys can accept me for who I am because I really value our friendship.

A stunned silence descended upon the group, broken only by the disbelieving laughter of one of his friends, Jason. Alex, stop joking around, man, he snickered. What's the real deal?

But Sarah was quick to reprimand him. Jason, shut up. Alex is being serious, she said, before turning back to Alex. I want you to know that you're still the same amazing friend to me, no matter what.

With Sarah's support, the rest of their friends soon agreed, some looking guilty for their initial reactions. Though the atmosphere was awkward, Alex felt a genuine gratitude towards them - he wasn't alone in this anymore.

That evening, Alex and Pedro's paths finally crossed. The two boys, previously unknown to each other, were seated next to each other in a small coffee shop, both seeking solace from the day's events. It didn't take long for their shared interests to emerge as Pedro sketched in a notebook while Alex wrote poetry.

Wow, that's really good, Alex complimented as he glanced over at Pedro’s drawing of a city skyline.

Pedro looked up, surprised, then smiled. Thanks, it's just a little something I like to do when I'm feeling stressed, he admitted. Helps me clear my head.

I can relate, Alex nodded, holding up his notebook of poems. Writing is my way of processing my thoughts.

The two continued to chat as they got to know each other, quickly discovering shared passions and experiences. When it was time to part ways, both boys were already eager to see each other again - sensing that this chance meeting might, against all odds, be the beginning of something genuinely special.

Alex sighed as he sipped his coffee, the warmth providing a momentary respite from the emotional roller coaster he had just experienced. Despite the uncertainty of coming out to his friends, their support filled him with happiness and relief. He couldn't help but think of the stranger he had just met – Pedro – and how their meeting felt like a new beginning. His thoughts were interrupted when his phone buzzed, displaying a message from Sarah.

Sarah: I'm so proud of you, Alex. Just know that we're all here for you, okay? Btw, wanna tell me more about that Pedro guy later? 😉

Alex chuckled softly and typed back, grateful for the unwavering support of his best friend:

Alex: Thanks, Sarah. I appreciate it more than you know. And ha, sure, I'll tell you all about him later.

After sending the message, Alex turned his attention back to the present, the coffee shop brimming with students engrossed in their textbooks and others deep in conversation. He thought about Pedro, his warm and comforting presence, and couldn't shake the feeling that their friendship was destined to become something more significant. As he gathered his things and walked out onto the bustling streets, Alex knew his life was on the precipice of change.

Pedro returned home from the coffee shop, still feeling shaken by the confrontation with his father. He couldn't get his father's words out of his head: Why are you wasting your time with that girl? She's not good for our family, Pedro, she’s trouble. Pedro found himself questioning his relationship with Cecilia, unable to comprehend how loving her could tarnish his family name.

He sought solace in his room, locking the door and losing himself in the warm embrace of melodies and rhythms, as he strummed his guitar. Music had always been his safe space, providing an escape from the expectations and responsibilities placed upon him as a son.

But as he played, another melody intertwined itself with his chords – the soothing voice of Alex, who Pedro had met earlier that day. Alex, whose eyes held so much vulnerability and bravery, whose dreams and hopes aligned so perfectly with Pedro's own desires. Deep in thought and feeling, Pedro strummed a bittersweet tune, as his thoughts drifted between Cecilia and his new friend, Alex.

Meanwhile, Cecilia knocked on Pedro’s door, hearing the plaintive sound of his guitar from the hallway. Pedro quickly ceased playing and hesitated before unlocking the door.

Hey, she said softly. I heard about the argument you had with your father. Are you okay?

Pedro sighed and motioned for her to come in. Yeah, I guess, he replied, running his hands through his hair. I just hate that he won't accept you, Ceci. I love you, and he has no right to judge our relationship.

Cecilia held his