When I finally got up from my nap on Sunday I called Barry. My brain had eventually begun working and I remembered what I had to do on Monday, besides Santos. I picked up the phone and found Mom in the contact list.
"Hey, Barry, sorry to bug you on your weekend." I pressed the phone between my ear and shoulder, headed toward the kitchen.
"No worries, Dan. I'm just watching my kid's soccer game. What's up?" I could hear kids and parents yelling in the background.
"I just heard from Santos. He wants to meet up tomorrow, pick up some wheels." The chili I'd made smelled so good that it made my stomach rumble.
"Cool. I'm still pulling the info on the wireless providers, anyway. We can meet up Tuesday to put the warrant together." He sounded tired and I hoped I wasn't putting him out somehow.
"Sounds good. Thanks for helping me through all this, Barry." I ladled some of the chili into a bowl.
"That's what partners are for, Dan. Listen, you have a good night and be careful tomorrow. Don't get caught doing anything `cause you'll have a hell of a time talking your way out of it. Call me if you run into any problems."
"Cool, talk to you later." He said goodbye and I disconnected. I opened a loaf of sourdough and put some shredded cheese on the chili to melt while I turned off the crockpot and got a spoon.
I ate and watched TV, amazed at how good something that was so easy to cook could be. I thought about calling my aunt in California, chili always made me think of her. I looked at the clock and realized it was too late to call the assisted-living place she was in. I let myself think about Santos for a minute until I found a re-run of "Night of the Comet" and I forgot about everything for a while. What if everyone in the world disappeared overnight and me and Santos were the only survivors? I laughed at myself and got ready for bed. I was still tired from all the physical activity, mental stress and not to mention the rough fucking.
I woke up early on Monday, too excited by the prospect of spending time with Santos to laze around in bed. I got ready and went to the gym after a little detour to the coffee shop. I came home for some leftover chili. While I was checking my work email Big Daddy called me. I answered with a laugh.
We made plans for Santos to pick me up. He showed up in Michelle's car and I had to wonder where she was at, hopefully dead on the side of the road somewhere. The heat smacked me when I opened the door. I raced out to the car and jumped in. Santos took off with a squeal of tires.
"You're lookin' good, kid. How'd that chili turn out?" I was insanely pleased that he remembered that.
"You, too. It was awesome."
"Yeah, awesome," he said sarcastically. "So long as I don't have to worry about any nasty backside emissions later on." He looked over at me and grinned, smacking me on the thigh. He looked back to the road as he merged onto the highway, headed west.
"Uh hmm." I wasn't sure how to take that but I was in such a good mood I decided to play along. "What makes you think you need to worry about my backside later on?" He laughed outright at that. It was a deep laugh I hadn't heard from him before, all throat and rumbling chest. It was almost enough to make me hard.
"Kid, what makes you think you shouldn't be worried about your backside around me? Haven't you learned anything?" He flashed me his cocky grin.
"We'll see, man. You gonna buy me lunch first?" He got off the highway and headed south, toward the police training facility I couldn't help but notice.
"Ah, you want me to treat you sweet now?" I laughed and waved my hand out toward the road.
"Where are you taking me, dude?" I wasn't familiar with the area as we turned and headed further west.
"Don't worry, muchacho, I got this." He winked at me before continuing, "There's a few neighborhoods down here that are pretty nice. A lot of people lost their homes so there's not a lot of people home. Keep your eyes out and maybe we'll get lucky." He slowed down and scanned the houses as we drove.
Down one street I spotted a black almost-SUV. "Hey, hold up. I think I saw something. Go back to that last street." Santos turned around and we drove into the little cul-de-sac. Sure enough there was a newer Lexus RX330. I pointed it out as we drove toward it.
Santos scoped it out from a few houses away before turning to me, "No way, kid. That's a chic-mobile. Only girls and fags would drive that." Fags? What?
"Come on, Santos, it's a Lexus. You scared you're not up to it."
"Ha, fuck you. Let's do it. I'll get off at the corner and you can take this car. Keep look-out and honk twice if you see anything. I'll get the stupid Lexus, be ready to follow me okay?"
After turning around he parked at the corner and got out. I moved into the driver seat and edged the car forward so I could see into the cross-street while I watched Santos in the mirror. He had on his fucking cowboy boots again and he walked with an easy saunter that just plain did it for me. My dick started to get hard so I tried to turn my attention back to my job as lookout.
The motherfucker had no problem with the Lexus and I had to admit I was pretty impressed with how quick he got into it and had it started. The alarm barely went off. He pulled out and eased down the road towards me. At the stop sign he gave me a wave and another cocky smile, I nodded. I waited for him to pull around and followed him.
He took us further west into an industrial area. There was a ratty looking yard surrounded by chain-link where he stopped. A guy opened the gate and we drove in. Santos parked the car behind a big metal shed and got out. I put his girlfriend's car in park, turned it off and got out. One of the guys who'd made the trip back from Mexico with us came out, Johnny. He pronounced it like Yani but with more soft consonants.
We all shook hands and went inside the building. It was nice and cool, clean and bright on the inside. We followed Johnny back to an office where he opened a safe and gave Santos some money. Santos handed it off to me and I took it with surprise. We talked for a few minutes and I realized that Johnny ran this chop shop. I made a mental note to tell Barry to find him in the contact list and add his phone to the warrant.
Back at the car, Santos took the keys. I got in while he started it and turned the A/C up all the way. He looked over at me in smug satisfaction and I knew he was just dying to say something.
"Okay, douche-bag, go ahead and gloat." I grinned back at him.
"You gotta admit that was some pretty nice work, kid."
"Yeah, yeah. You're the best." I pulled the money from my back pocket. "Here's your reward." I held it out to him but he just shook his head.
"Nah, you keep it. Let's go get some food." He headed north, back towards the highway. We went through some farm area until he spotted a guy selling fruit from the back of a pick-up. Santos pulled over in a cloud of dust, laughing while I clutched the handle over the door.
We got out and Santos bought us some big-ass peaches. He talked to the guy in Spanish while he paid and gave me the fruit in an old Wal-Mart bag. We walked back to the car and leaned against the trunk. It was hot as fuck but the sun was hidden by big thunderheads out towards the mountains, making it bearable. I pulled a peach from the bag and handed it over to him.
"Monsoons are coming." He nodded towards the clouds while he spoke. He pulled a peach out for himself as I bit into mine. It was the best peach I'd ever eaten and the juice ran down my chin. I let out a little moan in appreciation and took a bigger bite. Santos watched me with hooded eyes.
"Christ, Danny, look at you." He leaned toward me and I thought he would kiss me. Instead he ran a finger over my sticky bottom lip before bringing it to his mouth. He sucked it for a second and said, "Mmhh, so fucking sweet, kid." It was like hot water poured into my belly. "Let's get out of here." He tossed his peach back in the bag and took it to the driver's side.
I stood there for a minute and took another bite while I turned and watched him. I knew he could see my erection just as I could see the hefty bulge in his jeans. He watched me watching him and a corner of his lips curled up in a sneer. "Get in the fuckin' car, Danny. I'm taking you home." I took another bite and used the back of my arm to wipe off the juice that dripped down my chin. When he started to move towards me with a purposeful look I chucked the rest of the peach and hauled ass to get in the car.
Santos drove us back to my place with focused intensity, weaving through traffic on the highway. As we approached my exit we were in the left-most lane and he was riding the bumper of an SUV that was barely breaking the speed limit. He waited until we'd passed through a photo-radar trap to creep forward and tap the SUV. He was driving crazy and it was making me nervous. The guy in the SUV sped up and moved into the next lane. Santos roared past him and rolled down his window to flip the guy off.
"Calm down, dude. You're gonna get us killed, fuck." I clutched the dashboard as he swept across the lanes of traffic for the exit.
"I hate people who don't know how to fucking drive." He took the ramp going way to fast in order to make the green light.
"Me too, but I don't drive like a crack-head."
"Nah, you drive like a meth-head." Jesus, I thought, here we go again.
"Fuck you, Santos. You can just drop me off."
"Shit, listen, Danny. I'm sorry I'm acting like an asshole. That guy just pissed me off. I shouldn't let it get to me and I shouldn't have said that. I really am sorry." I was looking out my window and felt him put his hand on my thigh just above my knee. He squeezed gently and ran his hand further up towards my crotch. "C'mon, kid. I'll make it up to you." We were getting close to my apartment building.
"Okay," I said as I turned to look at him. "I'll let you make it up to me." I gave him a sly grin. "I'll let you take me out to dinner." I could hang out with him and try to get more info for my case.
"After you let me tap that, right?" He pressed his hand into my crotch and rubbed over my balls.
"Yeah, after... ugnh, Santos don't make me hard before we get inside." I pulled his hand from my groin and kissed his knuckles.
"Nice, where do you want to eat?" He parked on the street by my place.
"I don't know, Chili's? Sound good to you?" We got out and crossed the street side by side.
"Works for me, kid." He wrapped his arm around my shoulders and gave me a sort-of-half-hug as we walked.
"So you liked watching me eat that peach?" He growled a little and moved us faster towards the door.
"All I could think about was putting my cock in your mouth with all that juice dripping down. Reminded me of that second time I fucked you in Mexico, when you were all hot and juicy inside." His voice rumbled out in a throaty whisper that, combined with his words, had me hard and fumbling with my keys. Finally I got the door open and he pushed me inside.
Santos pulled the door shut behind him and manhandled me up against the wall. He was all over me, pulling off my t-shirt and thrusting his tongue into my mouth. I got sucked into his sexual whirlwind and I was helpless to do anything but let him have at me. I found my hands pinned to the wall over my head while he worked at the belt on my shorts with his other hand. He got it undone and pressed his hardness against mine. I broke away to draw in a gulping breath and find my wits.
"Fuck, Santos, slow down." He growled and pressed against me harder. "You're supposed to be nice to me. I don't want to be fucked against the wall again." He ripped away from me with a long sigh. I was left to slump against the wall for balance.
"You didn't seem to mind it last time." He paced out into the living-room and maneuvered his cock into a more comfortable position as he spoke. He stopped to look at me, "In fact, I'm pretty sure you got off before I barely got my dick in you."
"You're really making a good case for yourself, jerk." Despite what he said I was still hard as a rock. "How about we go to the bedroom and you let me be in charge for a change?" I gave him my most charming smile, letting him see my dimples.
"Let's go, boss-man. I can let you take the lead, so long's you don't try being the man, I don't put out like that." If he hadn't been smiling like a little fucking devil I would have been pissed.
"Oh right, let's go then." I took his hand and pulled him into my bedroom.
Once through the doorway I let my loose shorts fall off and kicked them off with my sandals. I left Santos just standing there and jumped onto the bed. I pushed my boxers off and laid back, my cock hard and lying up along my stomach.
"Take off your clothes for me, Big Daddy." I twirled my finger in the air while I rubbed my dick with the other.
"Seriously?" He raised one eyebrow.
"Come on, Santos. Strip!" He smirked and twirled his hips a little while he pulled off his shirt. I watched in appreciation as he stood on one leg and pulled his boot off. He repeated the process with the other and I let out a low wolf-whistle. He grinned at me as he pulled off his socks then stood and undid the button on his jeans slowly, thrusting his hips back and forth lewdly. I groaned in a stage whisper. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband and slowly eased his jeans and underwear down. "Yeah, baby, take it all off," I said. He groaned like he was in pain and rolled his eyes at me.
"Come here, Santos," I patted the mattress and pushed the blankets down to the foot of the bed. "I wanna suck your cock first." He took a few steps and jumped on the bed beside me. I rolled over onto him and pressed his chest into the mattress.
I looked at him for a few minutes, soaking in how fucking hot he was. I brought my mouth towards his but dove for his neck when he tried to meet me. I licked up to his ear and tongued into the shell as I straddled his thighs and let our cocks brush together. He clutched my head and tried to force me to his lips. I made a negative sound against his skin and shook my head. He groaned in frustration and loosened his hold on me.
I moved down to his chest, kissing along the arrow of hair between his pecs. I ran my hands down his arms until I found his hands and twined out fingers, pressing them to the bed beside us. I went for one of his nipples and bit it gently, his back arched and I licked it to soothe the sting. I suckled at him and ran the sharp edge of my top teeth over the hardened nub. I kissed and licked my way over to the other, still holding his hands down. I gave that nipple the same treatment, he was struggling not to move and his fingers gripped hard around mine.
"Ugh, fuck, Danny, stop teasing me." I grinned up at him for a second before kissing my way down to his belly button. I paused to lay his hands on his chest, palms down, and held them there as I followed the line of hair down to his crotch. His cock twitched and pulsed as it lay against his stomach, curving off to the right.
I licked up the shaft with my tongue as a hard point. I released his hands to pull his cock up to standing by the loose skin of his balls. He put his hands in my hair but didn't try to force me in anyway. I wet the head and pushed my lips down onto the shaft hard, until it lodged in my throat. I heard Santos moan above me and looked up to find him watching me with half-lidded eyes.
The taste and feel of his cock was really turning me on. But I'd been thinking of getting fucked by Santos all day and I realized I didn't want to play around anymore. I pulled off his cock and let it flop onto his stomach. I moved up to straddle him over his thighs. I leaned over and opened the drawer of the table beside the bed. I pulled out my lube and leaned back. I opened the lid and poured some over his cock.
I grabbed the shaft and rubbed the lube in. Santos fisted his hands in the sheet and I saw the muscles in his jaw clench. I poured more lube onto the fingers of my right hand and reached behind me. I lubed the rim of my hole and pushed a finger in. I leaned forward a little and fucked myself, closing my eyes as I pushed a second finger inside.
"Shit, let me see that," I felt his hands on my shoulders and opened my eyes. "Turn around, I wanna see you finger yourself." I swallowed hard and nodded. I dislodged my fingers from my hole, which suddenly felt itchy and... hungry. I moved off him and turned then spread my knees wide so Santos could see into the trench of my ass. I poured more lube on my fingers and brought them back to my ass.
"Yeah, that's nice," he said as I slipped two fingers in. "That's so fucking hot." His hand ran over the cheek of my ass in a gentle caress that was followed by a light slap. I fucked my fingers in as I thrust my hips back in my half-squat. "You're so pink down there, yeah put another one in." I was slipping my ringer finger inside. "Shit, pink like your cock when I'm fucking you; when you're hard."
The way he talked had me so turned on. I looked back at him while he watched my fingers working my ass open for him. He palmed himself but just barely. His cock looked so rigid; it was dark and throbbing, the head already glistening with pre-come. I wanted it inside me already. I'd been trying to tease him a little but I was "in charge" and I realized I was mostly teasing myself. For as much as there'd been some tension between us earlier we were exactly in synch now.
"Stay right there," I told him. I pulled my hand from my ass and grabbed his cock in a slippery grip as I turned and straddled him again. I spread the lube over the shaft and let it fall to his belly as I moved forward. I reached behind me and pulled the shaft up until it pressed into my ass. I straightened and put the head of his cock on target. I put my other hand on his firm chest and let gravity carry me down onto his cock.
Santos put his hands on the tops of my thighs and applied pressure, urging me to sink fully and impale myself. It burned but there was little pain, my body welcomed his big cock as it crawled deep into my guts. I sighed in pure satisfaction when I felt the press of his pelvis against my ass, Santos echoed it. I sat there and worked my muscles around his dick, watching his fingers press into the tight flesh of my thighs until the tips were white with the pressure. I knew I'd be bruised from it.
"Move already, you're killing me, Danny." I moved up a few inches and quickly reclaimed what I'd relinquished. "Ah, yeah," he sighed. I moved over him, lifting with my thighs and balancing with my hands on his chest. I moved higher with each stroke until I was riding his full length, gasping and crying out each time I hit bottom.
"Christ, Santos, you feel so big inside me." I worked my ass faster on his cock.
"That's it, fuck yourself on my cock. Yeah... fuck you're tight." I slowed down and tried to concentrate, squeezing around him each time I slid up his pole. "Fuck yeah," he moaned. "Like that, kid." He held my hips and tried to move me faster.
I grinned at him, a lazy tilting of my lips, and slowed way down. I ground my hips in a tight circle so his cock pressed against every part of my insides. I leaned down and pressed my forearms against his chest so I could cup his jaw in both hands. I held him as I moved in for his mouth and took him. I pushed my tongue in, past his lips and he sucked it. I fucked him with my tongue in the same rhythm I used to milk his cock with my hole. His hands drifted from my hips back to my thighs then around to my ass. He held each cheek and pulled them apart as I felt his legs shift slightly beneath me.
Holding me open, he used what leverage he could find to thrust up into me. I raised my body so he could take deeper strokes. Soon he was fucking up into me with long, rapid strokes that left me breathless. I licked at his lips and breathed from his mouth until my head started to spin. I arched my back and straightened up while he continued to power his dick up into me. I put my left hand on the bed beside his head and reached for my cock with my right.
Santos stopped and pulled my hand from my dick. He looked from our hands up to my eyes. "No, Danny. I wanna see you come from just my cock inside you. It's so fucking hot, knowing I can do that to you." He went back to holding my ass as I clutched the sheet beside his head in both hands. I bit my lip and stared into his eyes as his cock began moving inside me again.
The pressure built as his cock ran over my prostate. I worked to meet each of his slamming thrusts with one of my own. The sound of his dick moving into me was loud, like a knife cutting into a watermelon. I closed my eyes and realized it wasn't going to be enough to get me off.
"Santos, I need more." I sat down on him hard to still his hips. I leaned in and kissed him openmouthed and sloppy. "If you want me to get off too, you're going to have to really fuck me."
"I can do that. Is that what you want?" I squeezed his cock and nodded, almost beyond words with how much I needed him to fuck me. "Tell me," he said. I pressed my eyes closed in frustration.
"Fucking motherfucker," I said and opened my eyes to give him the full force of my desire. "I want you to fuck me and make me come."
"How?" I looked at him with my eyes narrowed in confusion. "How do you want me to fuck you?"
I breathed out, loudly, from my nose. "I want you to put me on my back and fuck me hard and nasty, with my legs in the air like a whore." It hurt to give him that but it was liberating in some way to admit my darkest desires, a long-held weight suddenly gone. Somehow, I trusted him.
Santos growled and pulled our bodies together. With one arm around my upper back and the other lower, just above my ass, he pressed us together and rolled. His big cock shifted inside me and I grunted as we landed with him on top, sinking deeper inside me.
"So hot, the things you say," he told me as he moved and maneuvered my body. When he was done I was pressed into the mattress with him holding me under my shoulders. I was bent in half, the backs of my knees hooked around his colored biceps.
He took a couple of experimental thrusts until he had the angle he wanted, the one he knew would drive me crazy. Then he fucked me, pounding down into me with all the force he had. We were both sweating now and the slap of our bodies meeting was wet and shockingly loud. My almost constant moaning and whimpering could barely be heard over the moist smacking.
I was instantly consumed. I'd known that getting fucked would feel good, had felt good with Santos, but this was in a whole different world than good. The friction from my hole ignited a fire that roared through my whole body. I held him, my arms around his back threaded between my legs and his arms. I wanted him to rip me open, to fuck his whole body into me, to possess me utterly.
I dug my short nails into the flesh of his flexing back as my mind, for the first time in my life, went quiet. I lived only in the sensations of the moment, a fucking rutting animal. The ever present voice of myself mute, I was all desire and need.
Watery feeling come poured out of my cock and I had to press my face into his neck so I wouldn't be washed away in the force of my orgasm. It rocked through me like an explosion so I could see the fire of it against the backs of my closed eyes. I would have begged him to stop fucking me if I could've spoken, the feelings too much for my body to encompass.
He came seconds later with a roar that shook my body. The heat from his come blossomed in my belly and prolonged my orgasm into a second, painfully pleasurable flood of intense feeling. It wasn't born from my cock but seemed to originate in my bowels and spread outward. I remember I wrenched in a sobbing breath and tears leaked from my closed eyes. I felt on the verge of blacking out and clung tighter to Santos as he shook and pounded his come into me.
I didn't let Santos come down from his orgasm, didn't let myself come down. I pushed him off me, his hard cock wrenched out of me. I had to have a little space, needed to stretch my body and gain some distance from the intensity of what had just passed between us.
I lay on my back and sucked in air, great lungfuls that made my chest bellow. Santos rolled half on me and I pushed him off, again, with too much force. He almost fell off the bed. "Christ, Santos," I huffed. "Give me... a second." He moved onto his side and I could feel him watching me. I closed my eyes and tried to calm my breathing. I felt him running a hand up and down my torso soothingly.
"You okay, Danny?" He sounded concerned so I turned my head and looked at him.
"Yeah, I'm good. I think you just gave me an out-of-body experience." I smiled to let him know I was really okay.
His hand lingered over my drenched stomach. "How much did you come? You fucking soaked both of us." I grinned and rolled over to face him so I could kiss him. It was just a sweet little kiss, our lips and tongues connecting for a few seconds. He pulled me to him and rolled onto his back so I was half on top of him. I laid my head on his chest and kissed the skin where I could feel his heart still pounding.
"That was so much better than I ever thought it could be," I whispered against his skin. "I never thought I'd say it, but, thank you for making me... let you, well, fuck me." I would have blushed if I hadn't been so flushed from out incredible sex.
"I should be thanking you, Danny. That was the best sex I... ever... had." I think he realized what he was saying before he finished saying it. My heart gave an involuntary leap at his admission.
He pulled away from me and sat on the edge of the bed with his back to me for a moment. With a long sigh he stood and found his clothes before getting dressed. As he pulled on his jeans he said, "Can you take a rain check on dinner? I should get home before Michelle starts missing me." He never looked at me. I matched his sigh and made myself comfortable on the bed. I was too blissed- out to worry about him having a panic attack. I wondered if this is what doing drugs felt like and suddenly understood the appeal.
"Lock the door on your way out?" I sounded whiny, even though I told myself I didn't really care if he was having regrets.
"Sure, I'll, um, give you a call." He walked out with his boots in hand and no backward glances. I heard the front door close and hugged an extra pillow as I closed my eyes and drifted off.
I ended up taking a short nap and woke up feeling restless. I tried not to think about Santos and the weird way he'd acted after we'd fucked. I did some chores and ate dinner. I called my partner Barry and set up a meeting for the next day. About nine the day caught up with me and I went to bed. The dream came back with a vengeance, my mom staring so devotedly at my dad it made my chest hurt.
I got up way too early and had coffee while I paced my little apartment. I got ready early and went to meet Barry, taking my time and taking the scenic route. We'd agreed to get together at a mall up in north Phoenix. I was pretty sure I wasn't being followed or watched but better to be safe than sorry, as Barry kept pointing out.
We used the little office the PD had there. I turned the cash Santos had given me over to Barry in a plastic bag. We put it in an evidence bag and sealed it. Barry had brought a laptop and he showed me how to use the template for drawing up an order for the phone stuff. We worked on the orders for the various phones we wanted until lunch time. We faxed the orders to an on-call judge and walked to the food court. While we were eating the judge called Barry's cell and swore us in. The orders were faxed back to us and Barry put them in his briefcase to file them with the different wireless providers.
Barry and I were parting ways when Santos called. I'd been too busy working to think about him but when he called I was shocked. I'd been certain I wouldn't hear from him for a few days. His caller id made me grin, then wrinkle my brow in confusion. Was he already over his freak-out? Was I?
"Hey, Santos. What's going on?" I answered as I waved at Barry on my way to the parking garage.
"Hey, man. I was wondering if you could come by my place later?"
"Um, sure. What time?" I looked at my watch and saw it was a little after one.
"An hour? Can you be here by two?" He sounded so cold and impersonal. I wondered if he was by himself.
"Yeah, see you then. Uh, what's going on?" I wanted to ask him outright what was going on.
"I just need you to do something for me. See you soon." He hung up and I stared at my phone, like it could tell me what was up.
I figured it would take me about half an hour to get to his house so I went back into the mall. I looked for some new sandals and went back to my car. I drove west, trying to get my mind on work and what I might be doing for Santos. Maybe he was ready for another trip to Mexico, I thought.
There were more cars parked in his driveway and one on the street in front of the house. I made my way up the driveway, Michelle's car was nowhere in sight, and banged on the door. The metal screen rattled on the frame. I heard Santos call out for me to come in.
I followed the sound of men's voices into the living room. Rey and Johnny, the other chop shop guy, were sitting on the couch. Santos was on a chair I hadn't seen before, on one side, a guy I'd never seen before was sitting on the metal chair on the other.
"Hey, guys, what's going on?" I walked further into the room and looked for a place to sit.
"Eh, Danny's here. Let's get the party started," Rey called out and rubbed his hands together. Santos picked up a remote control. He hadn't even looked at me. I started to get a funny feeling in my guts, my spidey-sense tingling.
The new guy was smirking at me while I stood there and shifted on my feet. "This the cocksucker you told us about, Santos?" I figured he was some kind of Native-American. He looked me up and down with a leer. The feeling in my gut turned into a big, hard lump. I glanced at Santos but he was looking at the TV.
"Yeah, Danny, he says you're a cocksucker," Rey jerked his thumb towards Santos. "Says you can't get enough, that you're a punk bitch." He sneered at me and laughed. The other guys joined in. I heard a woman moaning and realized a porn video was playing on the big TV. A woman with gigantic breasts was getting eaten-out by another woman.
I looked away from the screen and found Santos looking at me. He wore a sneer like the other men. I was just getting ready to run when he spoke, "Get on your knees, kid. I promised my guys something special, so show them how good you are with your mouth."
I got the pain in my chest like from the dream about my parents only a thousand times worse. I felt like I couldn't breathe, my body frozen. It struck me like lightning, an epiphany that literally shook me, making a shudder run through my body. My heart was breaking, I realized, because I'd let Santos in. I'd let him become more than just some random fuck. Despite all commonsense, despite fucking knowing better I'd let myself fall for a piece-of-shit, thug, ex-con.
Worse, I knew, there was another part to it. I felt like I did when I woke from the dream, my goddamn recurring nightmare, because the dream wasn't about my parents or the happy people ignoring them. It was about how no one, not a single person in my life, had ever loved me. Not my parents: my dad loved his "work" too much and my mom was devoted to my dad with all her heart, no room for me. The happy people ignoring us were all couples or families, people that loved one another. The realizations struck me hard and I felt maybe I wasn't worthy of love.
"Come on," the stranger said, the only one looking at me. "It's time to get to work, faggot." He opened the fly of his jeans and hauled his cock out.
"Yeah, maricon, you're gonna get us off," Rey said and spared me a glance. He looked at Santos for a second then back to the TV. I looked at Santos, some tiny spark of hope inside me believing he wouldn't want this.
"Suck his cock, Danny. I won't tell you again." I heard the threat and command in his voice. He wouldn't look at me and my last little bit of hope faded away.
In equal parts self-loathing and self-pity I moved to the stranger and knelt in front of him. His cock stood out swollen and purple, the heavy foreskin moving over the head as he stroked himself. He pulled the skin all the way back and presented his dick to me. I leaned forward and took the head into my mouth. I clasped my hands behind my back, not wanting to touch him more than necessary. He put a hand on the back of my neck and forced me down onto his cock. He laughed when I gagged and let me pull back a little.
"Come on, bitch. Santos says you swallow." He pushed my head down with more force so I relaxed my throat to take him all the way to the base. He let me choke a little before giving me some breathing space. He took the opportunity to plant his feet more firmly and clutched my head in both hands. He used the extra leverage to thrust up into my face as he pulled my head down onto his cock.
He fucked my face hard and I did my best to take it. It wasn't long before he started coming in my mouth, down my throat. He grunted like a pig as he came, a high-pitched squealing noise that made me want to puke. The bitter, clotted texture of his load didn't help and I thought for sure I would vomit. When he was completely spent he let go of my head and stood to put his dick away. Johnny was next to him, on the couch, and tapped my shoulder.
I shuffled over in front of the skinny little Mexican, his long cock already out. His pubes were as thick and bushy as his mustache. I sucked him in quickly, my only desire to get this over with as soon as possible. I heard the stranger say, "Thanks, Santos. Catch you later, man." He left and I heard the door close as I took Johnny's cock into my throat.
"Aye, puto, chupalo," Johnny told me in a hiss. He grabbed my hair but didn't force me to move on him. I upped the suction and stroked the underside of his shaft as I bobbed up and down. He made me work for it. I'd kept my eyes squeezed tightly shut but I glanced up to find him watching the TV in rapt attention. I added my hand to the mix and worked his shaft in the spit I'd left there, keeping my lips close to the cuff of my fist. "Ah, toma la leche," he said and started coming. I swallowed him down and lapped the head before letting his cock fall out of my mouth.
I didn't even wait for Rey. I moved to him and opened his pants. He had a stubby cock that I pulled out. I went down on him and let the head bump the back of my mouth each time I took him all the way. "Fuck yeah, you're hungry for that, aren't you?" He held the back of my head and thrust his hips slightly. I rode my mouth faster along his shaft, keeping my lips tight. He came in a burst that surprised me and I almost pulled off but he held me in place. He shot against the back of my mouth and held me until I swallowed.
Santos was next but I couldn't even look at him. I stayed on my knees and moved toward him. He didn't move and I knelt there staring awkwardly at his stupid fucking cowboy boots. When he still hadn't moved a minute later, I undid his jeans and hauled out his cock. He was only half-hard when I got the whole thing out. I bent and pulled his cock between my lips. Even mostly soft he was bigger than Rey. I tried to swallow him but it was hard to do because he was so limp.
I grabbed his knees and made bobbing motions on his cock. He got a bit harder, but not much. I worked on his cock until my neck and jaw ached. I was about to give up when he held my head down on his dick and moaned, obviously faking an orgasm. A second later he let me go and pushed me away.
"That's it, Danny. I'll let you know when I got anything else for you." He voice was flat, emotionless.
"Hell yeah, puto," Rey spoke up as I stood. "You can come drop off a car anytime. I'll even pay you a little extra for blowing me." He chuckled along with Johnny.
"Oh, yeah. Danny, there's a little something on the kitchen counter for you. See you around." It was obviously a dismissal, I walked out of the room, still staring at the ground. I went into the kitchen to the soundtrack of the porno still playing. There was a baggie of dirty-white powder there. It took me a second to realize it was meth.
I picked up and thought how I was a real whore now. I threw it back on the counter and walked out. I got in my car and drove away. I stopped at the first convenience store I saw, a Circle K. I bought a big bottle of Dr Pepper and a bottle of water. I rinsed my mouth with the water in the parking lot then chugged the soda to cut the taste of their come. The soda just made it worse, or maybe it was my imagination. I made it to the side of the building before puking my guts up.
I used the rest of the water to rinse again before getting back in my car. I made it home where I got in the shower and stayed until my skin pruned. It was just hitting me, everything that had happened in the last hour. I dried off and crawled into my bed. I felt the tears building up behind my closed eyes. I started to cry which just pissed me off. I tried not to but couldn't help myself.
Eventually I fell asleep.