I knew I was dreaming but it was this recurring dream I keep having. In the dream I'm always aware that it's not real but I can't change it or get out of it. I have to wait for it to finish or for it to wake me up. I don't know why it filled me with such dread every single time but it did. I would come awake with my heart pounding, soaked in sweat and shivering.
In the dream I was at a church revival meeting with my parents. My dad stood on a crate before the crowd of churchgoers with a bullhorn, delivering a sermon about the evil that was always waiting to tempt every person. My mother and I stood just to his left and she stared at him in rapt attention while I scanned the crowd. They were all dressed in white; no matter what the article of clothing actually was it was pure white. They sat on white blankets and ate picnic food from white baskets while they chatted and ignored my father.
The dream would end when my father reached his conclusion as the crowd continued to ignore him and he'd beam out at them, bowing as though receiving their applause. There was nothing ominous or scary but it freaked me out each time.
My father really was a travelling fundamentalist preacher. Nine months of the year we travelled in a circuit over to Arizona and down to San Diego then up to LA and back to our home in Yucca Valley. I was homeschooled until high school and did most of my learning in the back of a beat- up VW bus. I hated the constant travelling, spending all my time with my parents. I'd retreat into science fiction books or comics whenever possible. It was a miserable, lonely life for a kid.
When I was ready to start high school at fourteen my parents let me stay home and live with my great-Aunt Mary. She was in her eighties but we got along well. I was painfully shy and made up for my shortcomings by being extra-studious. I graduated six months early and enlisted the day I turned eighteen, desperate for any way to escape my parents and their plans for a life of ministering.
So I was stuck in this fucking dream. It was just getting to the part where my dad started quoting Leviticus, his all-time favorite, and I was watching a kid passing a football to his father among the crowd. The unease was building and I thought for the hundredth time, Why is everyone ignoring us? Someone was shaking my shoulder and I came awake with a gasp.
I stared up into Santos' dark eyes, my heart pounding as awareness slowly filtered back into my head. Santos had fucked me and we were in a hotel room in Mexico. Holy shit. His hand traced from my shoulder to settle in the center of my chest.
"You okay, Danny? You were moaning and squirming around." I smiled up at him to let him know I was fine and he matched the expression with a smile of his own. I'd never noticed how white his teeth were.
"I'm good, just a bad dream. Sorry I bugged you."
"It's all good. I was just watching RoboCop in Spanish." He leaned back to where he'd been sitting propped up against the headboard. I saw that he'd put his boxers back on and realized I was still naked under the light sheet. He must have covered me up.
"I guess I passed out?" He turned down the volume on the TV and looked back to me with a smirk.
"Yeah, I guess I wore you out. I was a little worried until you started snoring."
"Fuck you, I don't snore." My smile widened as I realized that everything was cool.
"You do snore. And I fucked you, not the other way around." He jabbed me playfully in the side.
"Yeah, you did." I didn't need the reminder and it came out surly enough to surprise me. I pushed up and adjusted the pillow so I was sitting up beside him. I felt him watching me and there was a sudden uneasy tension between us. "Did more cars come in while I was out?" It was the first thing I could think to say and break the mounting quiet between us.
"Most of them have come in. We're just waiting on six more."
"Fuck, how long was I asleep?" I looked around for my cell and realized it was in my shorts somewhere on the floor.
"It was just a couple hours, don't worry. I, uh, I just wanted to..." The way he paused made me look over and meet his eyes. "Well, say thank you. You know? For letting me be the first guy and all." I blushed and looked down to study the bright koi fish tattooed on his arm.
"I, um, it wasn't...," I talked to the fish on his arm. "I mean it wasn't that bad." I shrugged my shoulders and couldn't figure out why I was so embarrassed now.
"Wasn't bad? Ouch." He laughed and I chuckled along with him as I looked up at his face. He turned serious after a second. "Seriously, Danny, are you okay with everything?"
"It's cool, Santos. I kinda...," I had to look down again and spoke without thinking. "I always wondered what it would be like. It was good." I felt braver after that confession and looked up at him again. He raised an eyebrow in response. "It was really good. I guess I should thank you too."
"Good enough you'd wanna do it again?" His hand came over to rest on my belly and slid down to push the sheet lower as he spoke. He stopped when the sheet just barely covered my dick. His eyes went even darker and I felt the effect of his touch stirring my cock.
"I think I could be persuaded." I rested my hand over his and pushed it lower to press his palm against why hardening cock. "But what do I get out of it?"
He sat up, pulling his hand back, and snatched the sheet off me in a move so quick I couldn't react. He got on his knees and grabbed my leg to pull me lower even as he spread my legs and got between them. He positioned himself over me in a push-up and smiled down at me. The smile kind of made my stomach hurt with the way it was sweet and cocky at the same time, hurt in a good way. "You, Danny, get royally fucked." I laughed and drew my knees back to press against his sides while he firmly pressed our crotches together.
"Lucky me?" He leaned down to kiss me but he just flicked his tongue over my smiling top lip.
"There's plenty of people who'd think so," he said. Then he really kissed me. I gave back as good as I got and when he pulled back for a quick breath we were both hard as fuck.
I opened my eyes to find him smiling at me. I smiled back and he swooped in to kiss me again. His lips parted over mine and I sucked the top one in to gently nibble at it. He groaned and I felt his weight shift on me, his arm shooting out to run over the bed. Something clattered on the tabletop beside us. I released his lip and ran my tongue along his when it swept into my mouth.
"Mhhh," he growled as he pulled away and looked over to where his hand was fumbling for something. "Where's the fuckin' lube?" I hadn't really thought about it but I realized he was going to fuck me again and my hole tightened in anticipation.
I ran my hand into his thick hair and pulled him back to me for another kiss. He growled again but gave up his search long enough to put his hand in my own hair and take a firm grip there. I let my other hand drift from his shoulder down his back. I clenched the muscles in my ring and evaluated the state of my ass for the first time. My hand crept off his back and I reached down to feel my hole. I wasn't exactly sore but there was a sweet ache there. I felt normal and I pressed a finger in, it felt good and I attacked his mouth with fervor. Our teeth clicked together.
My ass was swampy with leftover lube and come, I realized. I pulled on his hair to separate our lips. "I don't think I need more lube. You left me pretty slick back there." I was more than ready for him to fuck me again.
He gave me a mischievous grin. "Sloppy seconds, huh?" I blushed because it was true. "I don't want to hurt you, Danny. Just give me a second." He pushed up onto his knees and rested his hands on my spread knees as he scanned the area for the lube.
I couldn't help admiring his torso while he wasn't paying attention. His nipples were a dusky purplish-red on his perfect pecs, the hair in the middle highlighting the definition. His stomach rippled as he turned slightly to look over his shoulder. At the base his big cock thrust out of the thatch of dark curls, swollen and dark with blood. I shivered at the thought that it would soon be inside me
He turned to look over the other shoulder and my eyes ran up over his big, tatted arms. I could see the dark hair in his armpits, they looked soft and moist. I wondered what they'd smell like up close and my cock leapt against my stomach. He grunted and, as he stretched over, I realized he'd found the lube. He held it up to me like a prize.
Santos popped the top open one handed and dribbled the clear liquid over the length of his jutting cock before tipping the tube upright. He went to close it then hesitated. "You need me to loosen you up some?" He gave me a look of concern. That look made my heart beat faster and I shook my head no. I glanced at his cock and it looked gigantic, angry with pulsing veins, and I wanted it.
"Nah, I need you to fuck me already." He rested his hands on my knees again. His eyes held mine for a second then he smiled.
"That I can do." His hand slid behind my knees and he pushed my legs up and back. I let him do it and my ass tilted up. I found his hands on the back of my thighs with mine. I helped him hold me as he put his cock into position with a move of his hips. I felt the press against my hole and took deep breathes.
I knew what to expect this time as he penetrated me. I should have asked for some warm-up `cause it fucking hurt, but not so bad as the first time. He pressed in deep with one steady thrust that left me fully impaled and panting.
"Fuck." We both said it at the same time and something about that fact made me relax some. He held for a second then slowly pulled out. The exit felt incredible from his cock pulling along my insides, relieving and exciting. The head popped out and he pushed right back in. I moaned and my hold over his fingers tightened as he went deep.
He gave me a few more slow, full length thrusts that had me squirming. He slid our hands up to my knees and raised my ass higher. His cock rubbed over that sweet spot inside me and my eyes popped open in wonder. Just like that I felt my hole open and the pain fade away. He moved steadily inside me and I groaned out a "yeah" that lasted through one whole plunge.
He buried his cock and let go of my knees and put my legs on his shoulders before planting his hands on either side of me. I shifted until his cock was lined up perfectly, deeper than before. He rested his weight on the backs of my legs and bent me in half to press for a kiss. We connected and he rutted against me, fucking me with short strokes. When his lips left mine he pressed his forehead to mine and his hips kicked into overdrive. He powered his cock in and out of me so hard and fast I couldn't catch a breath.
I squeezed his cock with my ass and tried to thrust back at him, looking for what made it feel best. It felt so good I couldn't determine what I liked most but his grunts and groans, exhaled "oh yeahs", let me know how much he appreciated it. I felt like I could come at any second and would have except his cock slipped out on the next backstroke. He thrust forward and it ran up against my balls. A small whimper escaped me at the sudden emptiness.
He pushed up with a growl and let my legs fall down as he got up on his knees again. He half rolled me over and straddled my right thigh as he took my left leg and pressed it up and back. He held my left knee in his right hand and my foot in his left. He poked his cock into my crease until he found my hole and thrust in. The new angle made me gasp and tighten around him.
He fucked me hard in easy strokes that rocked his hips back and forth into the juncture of my split legs. He let go of my knee and pinned my foot against his chest. He used his free hand to grab my cock. "Oh Christ," I shouted. He fucked me harder and jacked my dick at the same time. I cried out and found his flexing thighs with my hands. I held on there and just let go. He fucked me straight over the edge and I was coming like a fountain, a stream that just bubbled out of the end of my cock.
Santos groaned loudly and fucked me harder as my ass clenched around his cock. Just as my orgasm began to recede I felt the hot spill of his come inside me. A second rush erupted from my dick, less intense and almost painful. He shuddered and groaned, riding me in stuttering jerks.
Spent, he moved off my right leg and dropped onto his side behind me. He was still in me somewhat, half-hard, and pushed his cock all the way in as he wrapped me in his arms and held me close. His phone started rattling against the table.
"Fuckin'-A. Can you reach it?" He kissed the back of my neck and I reached over to grab the phone. "What's it say?" I flipped it up and read the message to him. "Good, tell him we'll see them back home."
I probably could've fallen right asleep again but Santos kept me up. He held me even after his cock slipped out of my ass and I realized I'd never been held by a lover, by another man. I settled into his arms while we talked about Mexico, cars and Phoenix. We kept the conversation light, almost impersonal, so I was surprised when he shifted and sighed before asking:
"So, how long have you been hooked?" He hugged me when I would have shifted away from him.
"You mean crystal?" I'd never tried any drug, not even pot, and I wasn't sure I could pull off a conversation about my supposed drug habit like this.
"Yeah, how long?" He stroked my arm with his fingertips. "It couldn't have been very long. You look damn good for a steady tweaker."
"Nah, it hasn't been long. A couple months real heavy, maybe a year before just... practicing." He chuckled at that.
"Practicing, huh? You snort or smoke it?" His voice was even and calm.
"Mostly snort it, but I like smoking it more. Haven't tried shooting it, yet. Can we talk about something different?"
"I'm sorry, Danny. You must be craving pretty bad. If I knew someone safe down here I could get you hooked up."
"That's okay, I can wait until we get home." I was trying to think of some way to change the subject for good.
"Look, Danny, I've seen a lot of good people lose their shit over meth. I don't want you to end all fucked up like that." He pressed his lips against the back of my neck again.
"I have it under control, Santos. You don't need to worry about me." I finally pushed him back and turned to lay on my back with my head propped up on the pillow. He did the same, with a long sigh.
"I don't want to piss you off, Danny. I just wanted to... I don't know, let you know I give a fuck."
"Thanks, now that you made me your bitch, you mean?"
"Hey, don't be like that. I told you you'd like it and I was right. You could've left anytime, right?"
"Oh yeah, thanks Santos. You gave me plenty of choices." Luckily his cell phone went off again. I picked it up and tossed it to him as I got out of the bed. "You can take care of that, I'm gonna take a shower." I went to the bathroom without looking at him, mad all over again.
I went in the bathroom that at least looked modern. I turned on the water and stepped into the tub. I kept telling myself not to open my mouth in the fall of water while I let it revive me. I picked up the soap and heard Santos pissing into the toilet. He didn't flush and I appreciated it since I wasn't sure the plumbing was up to doing more than one thing at once. I heard the lid clink down before he spoke.
"I really am sorry, Danny. You're right, I shouldn't have done that and your liking it doesn't matter. I was just, I don't know, really looking forward to it? I didn't think you'd have a problem with it, I swear to God. It was wrong of me to... coerce you like that." I took a few minutes to think about what he'd said. If I was honest with myself I already knew I'd forgive him.
"It's okay, man. I'm not really mad at you. I don't know what I'm doing right now, this is all so new to me. It's fucking with my head." I heard the shower curtain move and looked over to find him watching me.
"Can I come in, too? I promise I won't even try anything." I nodded and he stepped into the tub. He took the soap from me and led me into turning around so he could soap my chest from behind. I let him wash me and tried to ignore the swelling in my cock. "I shouldn't have brought up the meth, either. I'll mind my own business, Danny."
I turned in his arms and smiled at him. "You just fucked me twice, Santos. I think you're all up in my business now." We both grinned at each other and I took the soap back to return the favor. I soaped all over his body, taking my time to enjoy the opportunity. When I reached for his thickening cock he stopped me.
"I can do that. We need to get out so I can check my phone. Almost everyone's checked in." I nodded and turned to wash my hair. I jumped out of the shower and toweled off quick while Santos finished.
"Hey, Danny? Could you check my phone and see if anyone else has come in?"
"Sure, I'm on it." I walked out into the room and spotted his phone. I grabbed it and flipped it up to show the keyboard. I had a sudden idea. It was stupid and risky, I just hoped I could pull it off. I copied the contact list and sent it to my personal email. I'd be fucked if it didn't finish before he came out, or if he checked his outbox. I watched the little screen and prayed it would hurry up.
"No messages," I yelled out. Stupid fucking phone felt like it was taking forever.
I found my underwear and pulled them on. The phone finally finished sending the message and I tossed it on the bed a second before Santos came out of the bathroom, toweling his dark hair. I acted like I was trying to find my shorts and got dressed, keeping him in my peripheral vision. When he was dressed he spotted the phone on the bed and picked it up. The screen lit up and he barely glanced at it before putting it back on the table by the bed.
When the last two guys checked in we headed over to Juan's to meet them. I watched Juan give Santos a duffel bag and wads of cash. Santos looked through the money then opened the bag and hid the money under the clothes. Juan gave the four of us a ride to the border crossing and we walked across separately. On the other side we walked to a bus terminal and waited around for the bus.
By the time we got back to Phoenix it was after five in the morning. Michelle, the girlfriend, was waiting. Santos told me to follow him and we got in Michelle's car. They drove me home, which wasn't far at all, and dropped me outside my apartment. Thankfully, I'd texted Barry from the bus depot and told him not to expect a call. I let myself into the apartment and texted him again that I was home safe but tired. I promised to call him when I woke up.
I'd slept some on the bus ride back but I was truly exhausted. I peeled my clothes off and went to bed. When I woke up it was five hours later. I called Barry and filled him in on everything that had gone down in Mexico, minus the part about Santos fucking me twice. He was really impressed that I'd gotten a copy of Santos' contacts. He told me to enjoy the rest of the weekend and we'd get back to work on Monday.
It was Saturday and I had nothing to do so I did chores. Laundry, cleaning the bathroom, vacuuming and dusting wore me out. I plugged a movie into the DVD and relaxed until dinner. I went out to a Thai place by my apartment and got carry-out. I brought it home and ate in front of the TV. By ten I was ready for more sleep and sick of channel surfing. I went to bed and passed out.
Sunday morning my head felt loose with all the thoughts flying away. I walked to Starbucks and got a coffee, a muffin and the paper. I sat outside and relaxed with the paper, enjoying the semi- coolness of the hour. I knew by eight it would be too hot, was almost too hot now. I hadn't gotten much sleep as I tossed and turned. The dream didn't come back but I know I dreamt of Santos more than once even if I couldn't remember the dreams exactly.
I finally went home and spent some time on the computer, catching up with my facebook and email. I sent the email from Santos' phone to my work email and Barry's. By the time I was done it was after nine so I called Barry.
"Hey, Dan, good morning. Glad to hear your voice. Mexico wasn't too bad then?"
"It wasn't bad, just kinda boring. You know a lot of sitting around. I tried to engage Santos in talk about business but he didn't want to talk."
"That's fine. You scored a major hit with getting all those names and numbers. Quick thinking, shit like that takes balls."
"Thanks, Barry, but it was just luck. Right place, right time."
"Well, I'm impressed. Let's meet up tomorrow and I'll show you how to put together a search warrant. We'll go for a trap-n-trace, pen register and GPS on Rey's phone and that asshole Santos'. We'll tie all these numbers together and nail the whole lot of them."
"That sounds good, man. Call me tomorrow and we'll set something up."
"Nice. Later, Dan."
We hung up and I went into the kitchen with conflicted feelings. I was proud of being instrumental in bringing Santos and his thugs down but I was starting to like him. I sure as fuck lusted after him like a dog in heat. I decided to make a big pot of chili and tried to focus on cooking.
I try not to eat out much which left me eating a lot of sandwiches. I'd been trying to cook something on the weekends that would give me leftovers for a few days. I spent the next hour trying to concentrate on cooking, then cleaning the kitchen. With the chili in a crockpot to cook for a couple hours I needed to find something to do. I decided to hit the gym. I went and got changed.
I'd been thinking of stupid fuckin' Santos since we got back from Mexico. Even when I tried to do something easy, like making chili, my mind just seemed to jump back to Santos. I'd try not to do it, concentrate on a task but he was like a disease in my brain. Had I fucked up the investigation beyond repair? Did Santos really like fucking me? Could he be bi? And most pathetic of all: Would Santos ever, in the right circumstances, leave Michelle for me?
I came up with scenarios that would get his girlfriend out of the picture. Elaborate plans to make her leave formed in my mind. Finally, I was so sick of myself I was willing to try anything. Was I one of those crazy people that could turn into a stalker? I practically raced to the gym, certain a little physical effort would break the cycle of my thoughts.
It almost worked. I got to the gym at the police training facility and it was mostly empty on an early Sunday afternoon. I started with squats, on a machine so I wouldn't have to worry about finding a partner. I concentrated on my form and movement until I could feel the burn in each group of muscles. I went on to pull-ups then I hit the bench with some dumbbells for some arm-curls and presses. After an hour I was feeling good, tight but not sore. And I'd barely thought about Joe Fucking Santos.
I took a shower and headed home feeling better than I had since leaving Mexico. Of course the fifteen minute drive felt like forever and by the time I got back I was still antsy. I decided I may as well go for a run. Maybe the exertion and killer heat would wear my brain out until all I could think about was dinner and a nice nap. I pulled on some briefs and nylon mesh shorts. I tied a house key into the laces of my sneakers and grabbed my iPod. I decided to forgo the t-shirt at the last minute and left.
I headed for downtown since it was deserted on weekends, following Central south. I worked up to a steady pace and let my mind wander. The whole Santos situation was out of control. I had a sudden flash of myself sitting in a car, in the middle of the night, with binoculars outside his house. Just the idea made me laugh and I suddenly had a new perspective on the whole thing. So what if we fucked, it wasn't the end of the world. I could refuse to let it weigh on me and I would.
An hour and a half later I was back home. I stooped down in front of my door to retrieve my key and had the most unnerving sensation that I was being watched. I looked out onto the streets but I didn't see anyone. Even the little deli across the street seemed empty. I unlocked the door and let myself in, enjoying the cool air. I crossed to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water, chugging it down. My work cell rang from where I'd left it on the kitchen table. Big Daddy flashed across the screen.
"Hey, Santos, what's going on?" I pulled off my earbuds and put them and the iPod on the kitchen table.
"Nada, kid. What are you doing?"
"Uh, I just got back from the gym."
"So, you're not busy right now?" My doorbell rang.
"No, not really. Hold on a sec." I had a feeling I knew who was on the other side of the door. I opened it and there was Santos, his phone still pressed to his ear.
He had on another wife-beater, jeans and my favorite black cowboy boots. I looked at my phone then back to Santos and he grinned at me. He clicked off his phone and for the first time I noticed he had a motorcycle helmet in his other hand.
"You gonna invite me in, kid?" I stepped back and opened the door wider. He walked in and went straight to the kitchen. "What smells so good?" He set his helmet and phone on the table.
"I made chili. Are you hungry?" What was he doing here? He must have been waiting for me to get home. I looked at my phone, I had two missed calls from him in the last hour.
"Nah, I just ate. Thanks, though. You here alone?"
"Yeah, just me. Did you need me to do something?" He looked at me from the corner of his eyes before turning and walking to me. He didn't stop until he was right in front of me.
"I do need you to do something, Danny." He said it with a sexy little twist to his lips. He brought his hands up to my waist and let his thumbs brush over the skin above my shorts. He pulled me closer so our groins bumped. "I need you to bend over and take my cock again." My cock went from getting-hard to painfully-hard.
"I can do that, Santos." I was sick of playing games, he'd shown up at my place so he must want me. I took the initiative and kissed him. I brought my hands up to his face and ran one into his thick hair while I used the other to tilt his chin and pull his jaw open. I thrust my tongue inside to lick at his. He held onto me tighter and rubbed our clothed cocks together, as he backed me up to the wall.
With my shoulders against the wall he pulled back with a growl and pressed a hand into my chest to pin me. "You smell good, all wet and sweaty." His voice was pure sex and I let him see all the desire written plainly on my face. My hands ran up and down his arms, tracing the tattoos. He watched me a second before swooping in to take a kiss which he dominated with his lips and tongue. I let myself drown in the kiss and held onto him tightly.
The hand that wasn't caressing my chest slipped from my waist to my lower back and under the waistband of my shorts and underwear. He clasped one cheek to knead and pinch, making me gasp and press my cock harder against his. His fingers ran down the sweaty crease and rubbed at my hole. He pushed one finger in deep, nothing but the salty sweat of my crack to lube it. I groaned around his tongue. He squeezed a second finger in and I pushed back onto it, needy. I relished the sting and burn. I worked my hips, thrusting onto his fingers and forward to rub against his hard cock.
"Christ, you're hot for it." He left my lips to suck on my neck and ear. I felt him pulling up a mark. I moaned hungrily.
"Fuck, Santos!" I tried to pull away from his lips and teeth, but not with much effort. He licked up to my ear and took the fleshy lobe between his teeth. I soft chuckle made his breath drift over the shell of my ear and the fine hairs on my arms stood up.
He pulled away from me, his thrusting fingers leaving my hole, and spun me around to face the wall. I put my hands on the wall to steady myself as Santos pushed his crotch against my ass. He ran his hands along my bare arms until his hands covered mine. I pushed my ass back against him and he growled deep in his throat.
Santos pushed both of my hands up higher on the wall where he held both wrists in one of his hands above my head. With his other hand he pressed against my back until my chest was up against the wall as well and ran his hand down my back. I turned my head and rested my cheek against the wall while he pushed at my shorts and underwear. I was breathing hard, turned on uncontrollably.
I heard his zipper seconds before I felt his hot cock pressed against my ass. He rutted against me and I heard him fumbling with something. I moaned and looked back at him out of the corner of my eye. I couldn't figure out what he was doing at first then realized he had a little lube packet he was opening. He held the tab between his teeth while he twisted it off with his hand. When it was opened he put the black plastic square between his teeth and bit down so the lube ran out into his cupped palm then turned his head and spit it out.
"I'm gonna rape the shit out of your ass," he said while he lubed his big cock. In answer I tilted my ass, spreading my legs as far as the shorts around my ankles would let me, and pushed my ass back harder against his cock and the hand lubing it. "Ugh, Christ, kid. That's it, show me how much you want it." He pushed his cock down until the head pushed into the hot pit of my ass, nudging my entrance.
"Fuck, put it in me." I closed my eyes and unconsciously tried to calm my breathing. I was panting worse than I had from my run.
"God, kid," he said as he pushed into me, "I've been thinking about this since fucking Mexico." He slid in to the hilt. Some part of my brain registered that he just admitted to wanting me in more than a prison-bitch-way but I was too overcome with the feel of his cock in me. It hurt but not like before. It hurt in a way that felt good, a way that completed me. I moaned and squeezed his shaft.
He put his right hand on my hip and pulled back to seat me firmly on his cock even as his left hand pressed my wrists firmly against the wall. I closed my eyes while my hole clenched and spasmed, concentrating on the hot length so deep inside me. He withdrew his cock to the head then stabbed it back up into me. My cock head brushed the wall and my breath stuttered out of me on a wail.
He fucked me hard and fast with long strokes that raced fire up my spine. I came with the third hard thrust, spewing all over the white wall. He fucked me harder through it until I was on the toes of my sneakered feet. Each jab of his cock made more come gurgle out of me. I cried out as my hole burned and my balls started to ache from the quantity of come I was shooting.
"Fuck, take my cock," he gritted out against my ear. He rode me hard until I felt him stiffen. His hand squeezed my trapped wrists harder, with bruising force. His giant cock throbbed inside me and I felt the wet heat of his come filling me. He shuddered and pressed his body against mine. After a moment he kissed the side of my face and pulled away. His body was suddenly gone and I had to use the wall to support myself from crumbling to the floor. I turned and stumbled over to a chair where I collapsed.
I found him standing at the sink. He poured dish soap onto his hands before turning on the tap to wash them. I felt some of his come dribble out of me and clenched my ass but it didn't help. I reached down and pulled my shorts and underwear up. I braced my hand on the kitchen table to lift my ass enough to pull them up all the way.
Santos finished washing his hands and tore a couple paper towels off the roll beside the sink. He dried his hands as he turned towards me. His big cock flopped around through the zipper of his jeans. He was still fully clothed. With his hands dry he used the damp towel to wipe off his cock and tucked it away, zipping up. He looked around for the trash and, spotting it, tossed the towels away.
"Thanks, Danny, I needed that." He walked over to me and grabbed his phone and helmet off the table. "You got any plans for tomorrow?"
"Um," I couldn't even think beyond the present, "I don't think so." I stared stupidly at him.
"Wanna go lift a car with me. I need some practice."
"Yeah, sure, that sounds good." I knew I had to do something tomorrow but I couldn't make my brain remember what it was.
"Nice, I'll call you tomorrow and we'll hook-up." He walked to the door and let himself out with a smile for me. I smiled back. He shut the door and was gone. I stared at the clock on the microwave. I'd been home for less than half an hour. What the fuck just happened?
I stood and made my way to the bathroom where I kicked off my shoes and stripped down. I got in the shower and felt the day catching up with me. I definitely wouldn't have a problem taking a little afternoon nap.