Undercover Ops., Chapter 7 Santos
I knocked on the blue painted door with the black number six stenciled on it. It was like déjà vu. A different room number but the same shitty hotel in Mexico. I'd been there a few dozen times, staying for a day or an afternoon, but one time -- the last time -- stood out.
Danny opened the door. Danny Bishop, AKA: Danny Walters, stood at the door wearing nothing but his jeans and an easy smile. The sight of him made my heart pump harder. The deep dimples, the confident blue eyes, the brown hair sun-streaked with gold and that body, man that amazing body, they had all been my undoing more than once. He stepped back so I could enter the room.
I eyed his brawny shoulders, his perfectly built chest, the strength of his arms where veins ran like a river down to the sinews of his thick golden-furred forearms. His chest and belly expanded with each loud breath. He wasn't wearing any underwear, I could tell by the way his jeans rode low on his lean hips and showed the very beginning of his pubes, the little patch he kept trimmed and neat.
I hadn't even entered the room yet and my cock was snaking down the inseam of my black jeans. I took the few steps forward to shut and lock the door behind me. Danny moved further into the room, turning his back to me. I stared at the most luscious ass I'd ever seen while he gestured towards the cooler on the table to say, "I got beer, soda and water. Chips too." He was moving funny, something I couldn't pinpoint was off. I looked my fill at his wide back that tapered down to his small waist, the twin lines of muscle that ran along his spine and ended at the dimples just above his ass. The jeans would have fallen down but were held up by the prominent globes of his obscenely firm glutes.
I took a step closer, trying to hold myself in check, wondering how long I could go before I put my hands on him; put my cock in him. He was entirely too enticing. He turned back to me and his nostrils flared, his pupils dilating. I wondered if the visceral reaction was because he could smell the desire on me, the barely restrained hunger to be buried deep inside him. It would be violent and urgent like being buried under a monstrous wave, one that would crash down on us at any second. The tiny brown nubs of his nipples pebbled and hardened on his smooth chest.
"I did it just like you said, even got the guy down to fifty bucks on the room for the night," he babbled. The nervous quaver in his voice only made me harder. I took a deep breath, trying to get a whiff of him over the musty hotel air. He backed up to the bed and sat down gingerly on the edge. He squirmed like he couldn't get comfortable and finally laid back, reclining on his elbows.
Slowly I toed my boots off and kicked them aside. "How'd it go with Juan?" he asked as I pulled my t-shirt off and flung it away. I had no plans for getting dressed in the next twenty hours. "I'll tell you about it later," I said and worked open my jeans, shucking them off. I'd gone commando as well and my hard cock slapped up against my hip, too long and heavy to go straight up against my belly. A needy little whimper escaped Danny's throat and his eyes zeroed in on my cock that was already leaking.
"It's been three fucking weeks since I've seen you, kid," I told him as I bent and managed to pull my socks off. It wasn't a sexy move but there was no way to wear cowboy boots without socks. Danny didn't seem to mind since he'd laid back to wiggle out of his own jeans. The meaty thighs and calves were exposed to me, covered in the same golden fur as his arms. His hot, jock body was spread out for me and his blue eyes had gone dark with lust. He spread his legs and put his feet on the mattress. I gazed at his big cock, red and shiny, then let my eyes roam over his full shaved balls down to the crack of his ass. He was just lightly haired back there and I searched for the pinkish hue of his puckered hole but instead found a line of shiny black plastic.
"What'cha got back there, Danny?" He moaned in response, wiggling his backside into the bed. I walked to the side of the bed and stared down at the unknown object as it flashed in and out of sight between his clenching cheeks.
"I lubed myself up... put a plug in, while I was waiting." His voice came out breathy. His words made my cock snap and leave a glistening drop of fuck juice in the dark hairs along the side of my stomach. "I wanted to be ready for you," he said and I saw the blush rising in his tanned neck and face.
That was it, the thing that killed me about Danny Bishop. Yeah he was a sexy motherfucker with his built body and white-bread good looks. But what really did it for me was him, the way he was a fighter; how he fought even himself to admit what he wanted. And he was strong, strong enough to deal with all the truly horrible shit I'd pushed his way. An authentically good man, you could tell just from meeting him that he believed all could be made right in the world. An honorable and rare guy who believed he could make a difference. And then there was the fact that he was tough, had already kicked my ass once and there weren't any guys who could say that. Knowing all that, knowing he was laying there for me with a fucking butt-plug up his ass made me so hard that the impossibility of a vertical dick went out the window and the knob of my cock stood up to measure somewhere past my navel.
"Fuck, kid, let me see it," I told him. He pulled his legs back, exposing the crack in his ass. Now I saw the pinkish skin I'd been craving and the handle of the black plug nestled along the crease. Like a man possessed I touched the handle, moved it around to get a feel for it. Danny moaned and hiked his legs higher, spread them wider.
I slid my fingers under the edges of the T shaped handle and tugged it back a bit, just enough to make him suck in air. I saw the flared edge pulling at the sweet ring of muscles from the inside and let it sink back into him. I jostled it inside him to see his cock quiver and the muscles in his thighs clench. I wanted to see the ring part around the plug as I pulled it out, see it loose and ready to be fucked. I tugged it back until the resistance faded and the rim that held it inside passed through the stretched lips of his hole. Danny gasped and wound his fingers into the fabric of the comforter.
With the plug out his little entrance pulsed and closed. The skin was shiny with lube and I wanted to put my tongue in there. Before it closed I could see the pinker tissue just inside and knew how it would feel on my tongue. First, though, I wanted a taste of his cock. I pushed the plug back in and leaned forward to suck the bullet shaped head into my mouth. The dual sensations of his ass being opened and the tight suction I applied to his cock had Danny writhing. I loved it, loved how he could get so needy without ever realizing it. I took his cock in to the base of the shaft. He had a good nine inches that made my mouth water. He was so fucking hard it was like swallowing a crowbar. As much as I wanted to fuck him and own that sweet ass I almost wished he would grab my hair and fuck my face first.
Danny grabbed my hair, but it was to pull me off. "Stop, Papi, Santos, I'm too close. I don't want to come until you're inside me." He knew how much it turned me on to hear him calling me Papi. I let his cock go with a pop and fucked the plug into him a few times.
"Come here," I told him and climbed off the side of the bed. I grabbed his legs from the air and hauled him to the edge. "Get on your fucking hands and knees." I spit out the words but I didn't wait for him to comply. I helped him roll over and find his stance with his knees digging into the very edge of the mattress. I stepped up next to the bed and kicked his legs wider with mine. I pulled the plug out roughly, impatient, and lined my cock up. Without warning him I plunged into his ass more than halfway, until I hit a barrier that halted me.
I know my cock's big, can do damage, but I wasn't able to hold back then. Danny cried out and his head fell on the bed. "Open up, kid, show me you want me in there," I growled. It took every ounce of self-control I had not to force my way in.
"Oh yeah, I want that, Santos," he gritted out so I could hear him.
"Then do it, let me in deep." I applied pressure and smacked his ass. That was all it took. Danny gasped and I slid in to the hilt. His tight, wet heat surrounded my cock and tore me to the edge of climax. Panting I had to grit my teeth and count backwards from fifty. Danny's guts rippled and grasped along the length of my buried cock and I couldn't hold still.
With our position my shaft was in perfect alignment with his hole and I swung my hips back to watch my cock emerge, distending and pulling at the ring wrapped so snuggly around my cock. I held his hips and slammed forward to see my cock disappear inside him. Danny shook and moaned out a series of yeah's, uh-huh's and fuck's. It had been so long I'd almost forgotten how hot it was to fuck Danny Bishop, fuck my boy. Yeah, in this moment with me reaming his ass, Danny was my boy, my hot slut needing his Papi to ride his sweet ass from morning to night. I tore into his ass with a series of hard jabs that worked my length through the dark interior of his chute. I stopped and my hips stuttered a few times, unable to halt entirely.
"You like that, kid? Like Papi pounding your ass?" I switched to slow thrusts with maximum penetration.
"Yeah, Santos, fuck yeah. Your cock's so fucking big." I loved to hear him moan on my cock.
"Want me to make you come from the inside? Work your hole with my cock until you shoot?"
"Oh shit, that's it. Make me come on your prick." He started working his ass back onto my cock. Grunting and breathing hard. Sweat glistened on his muscled back and I could smell it coming off his body, salty and musky.
I watched my meat moving in and out of him, his muscles flexing and jumping while he tried to meet each thrust. I loved his ass, wanted to own it. I'd never felt so possessive, so possessed, by a man. I meted out each savage blow with my cock and thought about how I'd keep him chained to my bed forever if I could get away with it. I ripped my cock from his ass and pushed him over. I manhandled him into position on his back and got between his legs. I wanted to feel him pinned under me, see his face while I dicked him hard.
Savagely I mounted him and rammed my way back inside. His body was flushed and his eyes were wild. He clawed at my back and shoulders. I pushed his legs back against his chest and held him down while I fucked him. Lowering my head I shoved my tongue into his open mouth and he immediately began sucking at it.
I wasn't a good guy like Danny, I knew it. Knew I could never have him the way I wanted but I'd take what I could get. At that moment I was taking his ass like an animal. I knew I should be concerned that I was hurting him with the rough fucking but he was holding me so tight, just giving it all up to me.
"I'm going to come, kid. Gonna flood your guts," I told him. Our foreheads were pressed together and I was breathing directly from his open mouth, talking against his skin.
"Do it, Santos. Let me feel it." Already the tide was rising in my balls and there was no holding it back.
"You'll feel it... Feel it leaking out of you for days." I grunted and slammed home on one last full-length thrust. Then I was shooting, firing my seed into his bowels and his guts were spasming around me. I felt the heat from his come the same instant my cock exploded. His hands still clutched at my back and knowing I'd made him come with my cock gave my orgasm an extra intensity.
After what felt like hours I slowly came down, collapsed and sweaty atop him. I rolled him over as I moved onto my side behind him. I wasn't ready to disconnect and kept my softening dick inside him.
"You okay, Danny?" He groaned and wiggled his ass into my crotch.
"Hmmm, I'm better than okay. Fuck I've missed that, Santos. Missed you." I kissed his neck and shoulder, up to his ear.
"Me too," I murmured against his cheek. I expected him to turn his head and kiss me but all I got was a soft snore. I chuckled and made myself comfortable, holding him close. Danny-fucking- Bishop, I thought. Like clockwork, he got off and passed out. I smiled the blissed-out, silly grin of someone who was fucked out.
I watched Danny sleeping, sprawled on his belly above the ratty secondhand comforter. I was tempted to lay beside him again but I didn't want to disturb him, he looked so peaceful. I'd heard my phone rattling somewhere in the tangled pile of my jeans on the floor and had gotten up to check it. Just two more guys checking in and on their way back home. It wasn't too much of a hardship to stay away from Danny as my view was much better and I could take in the entirety of him.
My eyes lingered over the swell of his white ass. The cheeks were firm, dimpled on one side because one of his legs was drawn up a little. I marveled at how smooth and clean his ass looked. The tan line pronounced where the tan skin of his back suddenly stopped just above the beginning of his crease. It reminded me of the shorts he wore when he went running without a shirt; the time I'd caught him just getting in from a run. His skin had been red from sun and exertion, gleaming with sweat. He'd smelled like a guy should and like the sun.
Just at the lip of his ass crack I could see the gleam of drying lube and come. The leftover traces of our fucking made my cock swell. The loose joints of the chair I was sitting in squealed as I slouched down further and my cock hung out over the edge of the seat.
I let my eyes wander up his smooth back, over the fan of fine blond hairs at his lower back. I wondered what he'd look like with some ink there. Something big and pretty for my boy to show off when he was shirtless, enhancing the already perfect sight of his rigid posture and muscled back. Maybe something I could design, or a piece that matched the work on my arms. The thought of branding him somehow, giving him a permanent reminder of me on his skin, made my cock swell further.
Another lingering look and I wished he'd turn over, let me see his sculpted chest and solid belly. I wanted to see the little smattering of hair that grew between his pecs, just under his collarbone. I loved how smooth Danny was. Thinking of his chest reminded me of the last time we'd fucked; how I'd pinned him to the cool tile wall of his shower and the way his breath hitched when his nipples had made contact. How I'd held his arms against the wall above his head with one hand and held his hard cock in the other. How he'd let his cheek rest against the tile as my upper body held him tight against the hard surface; the dance of pain and pleasure that flowed across his expressive features as I'd licked and bit at his ear while powering my cock deep into him. I hadn't even stroked his cock, just held the base as a sort of handle, and he spewed like a valve had been opened to his balls.
My cock arched out further over the edge of the seat. If Danny didn't wake up soon I'd end up taking him in his sleep. I imagined crawling onto the bed and slipping my cock into his ass before he'd come awake. Would he be mad or open his puffy eyes with lust written in them. It made me think of a nice, slow fuck: holding his body under mine while he was on his back so we could stare into each others' eyes. The thought brought me to full erection and scared me at how much I wanted that. I wanted to make love to Danny Bishop, and when had the kid become more than just a hot fuck? I palmed my cock and told myself it hadn't been about more than fucking since the first time we'd met. When he'd devoured me with his eyes and submitted to letting me fuck his face.
"You getting started without me?" His scratchy voice surprised me and brought me out of my reverie. I looked up to see him watching me and realized I was slowly jerking off. Thank God for my darker skin, I thought, as I felt the blood rush to my face. "How long was I out?" he asked.
"Uh, not long, maybe an hour," I told him and casually let go of my cock.
"Santos, while that looks really good," he pointedly eyed my dick, "I think we need to talk. I keep letting you distract me with sex but...," he trailed off.
"Hey, kid, you're the one with the plug and all that, `I wanted to be ready for you,' talk. You must've known how things would go down after you said some shit like that," I reasoned.
"Nah, I knew that was going to happen. Why do you think I put in the plug?" he asked with a grin then turned serious again. "But seriously, I want to clear the air between us or the next thing I know it'll be tomorrow and I'll be limping home with a sore ass and wondering how we never got around to talking."
"So talk, then," I told him with a roll of my eyes. My cock was already starting to wilt with the nervous worry that I might know where this talk was headed.
"You have to let me off the case, Santos. I won't be coming back here with you again. You know that, right?"
"What do you mean? I got you put on the case to help me, it's win-win, Danny."
"Yeah, but how can I be around you and those other guys. I'm sure Johnny and Rey, that other guy..., fuck I don't even know his name and I swallowed his come. They talked, you know they did. There's no way I can show my face around your people. No way they'd take me seriously. I'd just be a stupid fag in their eyes. It would compromise my safety and yours, even Michelle's."
"No, it doesn't have to be like that. You can help me do stuff like this," I waved my hand around at the hotel room.
"And you think no one would catch on? What if they figured out that you were seeing more of me than you should? What would happen to both of us, then? I'm already worried about Rey, that guy was too into it, you know? He creeped me out, Santos." An involuntary growl slipped out of my lips at the mention of the guy's name.
"You don't have to worry about Rey anymore," I said.
"Oh, just like that?" Danny said and snapped his fingers.
"Fuck you, Danny. I took care of Rey. He said some stuff that made me mad so I took care of him."
"What the fuck did you do?" he asked and his eyes narrowed in suspicion.
"We were meeting at his place and he said some stuff, nasty stuff, kid. I couldn't let him get away with that," I tried to make him understand.
"So what exactly did you do to make him go away, Santos?"
"I broke his jaw, maybe a few ribs. But it doesn't matter `cause now he's locked up. He ain't going nowhere. See, he called 911 but he couldn't really talk so the police showed up first. Stupid piece of shit forgot his stash was out. He was selling pot on the side and there was enough out in the open for them to get a warrant and search his place. They found all the other drugs and a stash of kiddie-porn. That fucker's never getting out." Danny was looking pissed so I tried to make him understand; "He called you a cocksucker, said he was going to make you his bitch next time he saw you. He asked me if I'd fucked you yet and he wanted to know if you were a hot piece of faggot ass!" I was getting mad again just thinking about it. Rey deserved everything he got and then some.
"What the fuck, Santos! So you beat him down? It wasn't like he was even lying, Christ, you're the one that made me suck his dick." Danny's words were like a fist in my gut. All the guilt and anger bubbled up inside me and I shot out of my chair.
"Yeah, I fucked him up. I'd do it again too. The fucker deserved it," I said as I paced back and forth before the bed. "But you're right. It's all my fucking fault. You don't think I know that?" I couldn't even look at him as he sat up in the bed because I was so ashamed.
"Santos," he half-whispered, "come here." I didn't want to be near him, not when I felt so close to violence. I hated myself in that moment. "Come on, Santos, don't make me come get you," he said even as he got up and snagged my arm in his firm grip. He pulled me over to the side of the bed.
"I'm so sorry for what I did, Danny. I don't know how you can even look at me after what I've done to you." Yet I still couldn't meet his eyes. Danny's a strong man. He pulled me onto the bed with him and hugged me.
"I've already forgiven you, Santos. I'm past it, now. I just want you to know why I can't work with you anymore. We need to talk about where that leaves us, yeah?" He stroked his hands through my hair in gentle, even movements that soothed me.
"So where does that leave us?" I finally worked up the courage to ask.
"We'll do our jobs, life will go on," he murmured into my hair. Tipping my chin up to meet his eyes he said, "We still have a whole night ahead of us. I want it to be a night I never forget, Santos. No matter what happens in the future I doubt I'll be putting out for another man, not like I have for you. I don't know what it is about you... I just can't get enough of your cock inside me." He gave me a little half-smile, clearly embarrassed to admit that.
"You like being a little slut for me?" I asked and moved over him, pinning him to the bed beneath me.
"Fuck, you're going to make me admit it?" He tried to reach up and put his lips on mine but I held him down.
"Yeah, kid, say it. Don't be shy, it makes me hard. Like the way you beg for me when I'm dicking your sweet little cunt." His body bucked against me and his eyes closed, his hard cock moving against mine. He was the only man I'd ever had the sheer audacity to say something like that with and mean it. "Say it, Danny. Say you want me to use you like a whore." He legs spread of their own volition and he pulled them back to lock alongside my body.
"Fuck yeah...," his hissed out. His eyes opened and focused on me, the connection like a laser into my brain. "Do me, Papi, make me your whore. Fuck me all night long."
The juice was leaking out of my cock like a faucet. I moved my hips so my cock would fall against his ass. I sought and found his tight little hole, not so tight as it'd been a few hours ago. I pushed in and Danny's hands dug into the muscles of my thighs and he groaned from the bottom of his chest. I pinned his hands above his head and watched his face as I fucked him, too close to coming from the start.
I fucked him as many times as I could get it up. I fucked him until we were both sore and aching. I fucked him in every position, on every piece of furniture and every way I could imagine. The morning still came too soon.
We went back Juan's to collect the money and stopped for breakfast. We were both starving from all the exertion and relying on the small stash of snacks Danny had brought for lunch and dinner. We crossed the border on foot and took the bus back to Phoenix. We hardly spoke, for my part the thoughts and feelings buzzing around my head were too intense. I was worried I'd start begging, making promises, and it wouldn't be something I could stop. I knew Danny was right; we couldn't work together. Couldn't even really be seen together. But my head wouldn't accept that, kept coming up with ways for us to not be apart.
In the end I left Danny at the bus station while Michelle took me home. I didn't even look back at him, didn't want Michelle to see what might happen if I did. Without ever saying it we'd ended the best thing that had ever happened to me.