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Paying Carlos

... forcing on his part, and fortitude on mine, but in it went. He prematurely started fucking at once, but with each push it went in farther until in half a dozen strokes he was all the way in, his balls slapping mine. God, I loved the feel of his long fat cock in my ass, and the fact it was Carlos’ cock added to the pleasure immensely. I don’t know how he fucks pussy, but he fucked my ass frantically, as if he had never fucked before. He pounded me for about twenty minutes, taking only brief breaks to ‘stir the pudding’ so to speak and then back to pounding. I came. Two minutes later when he came it was with a combination of grunts, puffs, and gasps. He lay collapsed on my back for a couple of minutes, then slowly pulled his softened cock out and rolled over onto his back with one arm covering his eyes. I got up and went in the bath, got a damp cloth and went in the bedroom to wipe his cock of his cum and my ass juices. When it was clean I leaned down, buried my face in his groin and kissed his cock. He raised his head and looked at me. I got off him and we both got up and dressed without talking. I wasn’t at all ...

... sure what was going on in his head. I went to the dresser, pulled open the drawer and took out the five thousand. When I walked over and handed it to him he looked at it like he wasn’t sure he should take it. I said, “If you don’t want it, fine. I can always use it.” He gave me a half smile and jammed it into his pocket. When we got to the front door he stopped and looked at me. “Can I come back again sometime?” I sort of shrugged and said, “Sure, but I can’t afford five thousand pesos every time. In fact that was a one-time thing, so don’t look at this as a new way to make money. That was it. But if you liked it, come back whenever you want. But tell me, are we friends again?” He half smiled again and nodded. Several weeks passed and I resigned myself to the idea it had been a singular event and I’d have to live with only the memory. Then Carlos came back and we had sex that could better be described as making love. Since then we’ve done it once in a great while. I don’t know what prompts him to come around, but whenever he chooses to I welcome him and it’s always great sex. We should be thankful for what we receive.