Paying Carlos - Sex Stories

Paying Carlos

... with twenty and see how far you can go until you’re satisfied, or have enough. We stop when you want to. It’s all up to you. Think about it.” I had been sitting on the sofa and he had been standing during all of this. He still stood in the same spot, the anger showing in his eyes, but his face a mask. I sat looking at him, waiting for him to make the next move. He reached for his belt buckle, and I wondered if he was going to take a measly twenty pesos or go for the grand prize. He popped the buttons on his Levy’s, reached in the opening of his boxers and pulled out his cock. I had pictured that cock in my mind dozens of times, but none of my imaginings had done it justice. It was soft and fat, about five inches long with foreskin that came just to the end. He had had to open his jeans from the top to get it out, but I said, “I said I want to really see it, all of it…and the balls too. In fact, come in the bathroom. I want to watch you piss.” I got up and he silently followed me through the bedroom and into the bath. He let his jeans drop to his knees, pulled his balls out and stood at the toilet waiting for the flow to start. It took a couple of minutes, but it started and a strong stream of hot yellow piss came out in a twisted jet, splashing into the bowl. He watched the stream, avoiding my eyes. But I was concentrating on the stream too, coming out of the piss slit just visible at the opening of his foreskin. When the flow slackened and became little spurts, then ...

... drops, he shook it vigorously, more than necessary. I said, “That’s right Carlos, play with that big cock and get it nice and hard. Let’s see how big it gets.” I was pleasantly surprised to see how quickly it was growing. I tentatively reached out and wrapped my hand around it, gently squeezing it. Carlos watched my hand, still not saying anything. I told him, “Come back in the bedroom and drop those shorts so you can get a better grip. Here sit on the bed. Beat that meat, Carlos. I want to see you shoot that cum.” I was sitting beside him, and I had the feeling that my watching him gave him an incentive to go at it full force. He was bent forward, pounding it fast and hard. I thought that he was a triple blessed young man. He had a great body, a handsome face and a beautiful cock. Just watching him jacking his beautiful cock made me want to come. I remembered how he had asked me sex questions when he was a teenager, and decided he was a guy with a strong sex drive. After several minutes I quietly said, “Remember, let me jack it and I’ll give you five hundred.” Carlos looked at me, looking deep in my eyes. This time I couldn’t read his thoughts, but he removed his hand and leaned back on his elbows. I took a tight grip and started jacking his cock, thinking how hot and silky it felt. I loved the way his foreskin slid up and down revealing more of the head. He didn’t seem to need any lubricant, and I liked the feel of his bare skin. I was torn between watching my hand holding his ...