No touching…there, hold onto the bed like that. That’s a good boy. Let me work your mouth, cock, ass at the same time, that’s it…give your control to me. Give your body for me to use boy…I’ll make you feel amazing.
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What? Don’t judge me. If cowboys want to spend their rodeo winnings on sex, cards, and booze, might as well be offering a pussy, a table, or bottles. Plus, have you ever gotten fucked by a man that rides bulls? It’s not something you forget easily.
Here’s a nice diagram showing how this chaste lad gets dressed in the morning. Hard to see the potential when it’s all on the floor, but the end result definitely makes a statement.
[ed note: You guys enjoy this – I’m not feeling well and resume posting tomorrow.]
the look that says you aren’t going home alone 🙂
“So…after you finish your coffee, why don’t we just skip the awkward small talk and go back to my place?”
“I thought you’d never, ever ask.”
“If you ever, EVER embarrass me like that in a board meeting in front of the shareholders again, I will not hesitate to bend you over the conference table and spank you in front of everyone next time! Put your useless boner away boy you don’t deserve any kind of pleasure right now. Now kneel and open your throat for me. You have me agitated, and so now it’s your job to take off the edge.”
the real date began after they dropped off the girls 🙂
“So…wanna fuck with the suits on?”
“Hey,” he grinned, posing in my window like some sort of over-sized Peter Pan.
“How..how did you get up here?” I gasped, “In your underwear at that…”
“I was a monkey in my past life.”
My eyes roved over his trim body and heavy bulge in his pants. I’m a rather famous actor in the ‘States and came down here for vacation and to study for my new role. Met this young thing in a cafe and he showed me around… well, that ended up with us making out behind a temple. He had no idea who I was and I wanted to take him to bed so badly, but someone had tipped off the paparazzi and they were crawling around the hotel like roaches. I hadn’t been able to focus since I sent him away, still hard and whimpering.
“Where are your clothes?” I laughed.
“I didn’t want to tear them climbing up here, so they’re in a locker… the beach isn’t far, no one bats an eye here.”
I tossed my book on the nightstand and walked over to where he was standing in the window. I ran my palms over his thighs, then licked his soft shaft through the cotton. “Ay yai…” he groaned. That was it. He was mine. I slipped a hand under the garment and grabbed him by the cock, pulling him of the ledge so he stumbled with a yelp into my hotel apartment, “You won.” I said, “Now get into my bed, I’m going to teach you how Americans fuck.”
The suited gentleman pulled the stunning Latino over his thigh and kissed him right on the sternum. “This is for you,” he said, folding the bill expertly with one hand as he stuffed it in place, “Now when you go back up on that stage, I want you to look right at me when you dance.”
Javier shuddered at the cool hands on his flushed skin. This man was beyond out of his league – at least ten years his senior, New England stock, old money. The low purr of his words alone sent frisson down his spine. Javier gyrated against the man’s chest a couple times to thank him for the tip before giving him a coy smile and returning to the stage and blaring dance music.
Later that evening, when his shift was over, Javier plopped down in a chair in the dressing room to count his spoils. He eagerly opened and flattened the tightly folded bill that High Class Man had given him….what? The hell? It was a $1 bill! Javier screeched, “La madre que te parió!” He flipped it over, seeing if it was stacked with anything but no! That bastard! Then, something caught his eye. On the back, under the “ONE”, in neat block print the man had written a phone number and the words: “Call me if you want the rest.”
Here we see a momentary exchange in where the balance of power is obvious to everyone, but each is waiting for the other to act on it. The two in the foreground have spotted an untrained faggot in the wild, who is distracted with the presence of two real men. These two know these types of boys are safer off the streets and into proper care. The kind with ropes, and chastity devices.