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Paying Carlos

... cock, and his face. He still had on a T shirt and I wished him naked, but I had to take what I could get. But from just above his knees to just below his belly button he was a vision of beauty. I knew better than to ask him questions, so I made statements as facts. “See how good that feels. You like it, I know because I know it feels great. It feels good to me and I want to make you like it even more. I want you to come like you’ve never come before. I want to suck the cum from your balls. I want you to shoot it in my mouth and down my throat. I want to taste your cum. We’re almost there, you should tell me to suck it. Just think, a thousand pesos more just for saying ‘suck my cock’.” For the first time he spoke, saying, “Shit. Do it. Suck it.” I leaned forward, pushing him back, and licked my tongue across his piss hole and then into and under his foreskin, running it around and over his silky smooth cockhead. He pulled the foreskin back and I took as much of the seven inches as far down my throat as I could, until I gagged. I slowly went up and down, wanting to make this last as long as I could. I had spent so much time over all these years fantasizing about this moment. I didn’t just want to suck it. I wanted to wallow in it, I wanted to devour it, I wanted to wear it. I licked it from top to bottom, from bottom to top on all sides. I slid down and slobbered all over his ball sack and then sucked first one and then the other ball into my mouth. I returned to sucking his ...

... cock, loving sucking this piece of meat which belonged to this particular young man. But it wasn’t love, it was pure lust. I felt him getting anxious and didn’t want him to have misgivings and stop. I started jacking his cock while sucking the head. He took over the jacking and went at it whole hog while I licked what I could and waited for the cum. It took a long two minutes, but he grabbed my head and pushed me down on it as he began to shoot, spurt after spurt of sweet/salty cum into my hungry mouth. When he had finished I didn’t want to let it go, but he pulled it out and stood up, tucking everything away quickly. He said, “Now, give me the money.” I got up and went to the dresser, took some bills from a drawer and perversely counted them out, saying, “Twenty for showing me your nice cock and fifty for making it good and hard, one hundred for a good feel of it and two hundred more for beating off for me, or us. What else?” Carlos spit out, “Shithead, just give me my money.” I chuckled, “That’s what I’m doing. I just want to make sure you’re getting what you’ve got coming to you. So the five hundred for my jacking your big cock and then the big thousand for the taste of your cum. Thanks.” He grabbed the money with a sneer on those pouty lips, but the attitude now was more for show. As we walked back through the living room for the front door I said, “You know Carlos, you had no reason to be mad at me. You felt guilty, that was it. But I have no hard feelings toward you. We ...