by J P Barnaby
“Kyle?”
“I’ve never done this… sex, with a guy,” Kyle stammered and Jesse stared at him in shock, wondering why in the hell the guy would look to a hooker for such an experience. Guys didn’t always commemorate shit like that, but Jesse at least had a good experience to look back on for his first time. Well, his first time had been with a girl. Emilia was beautiful and sweet as she had lain soft and willing beneath him. He couldn’t really say as much for his first time with a guy. That particular virtue had sold for a great price, but he hated to think about it.
Jesse could give the guy a better experience than he’d had, that was for damn sure.
Jesse reached up and took Kyle’s hand, forcing it down to cover his crotch. Closing his eyes, he thought about Emilia and how fucking beautiful it had been sliding into her for the first time. That was always the best way to get him started. He ground up into the hand, feeling his cock fill against the warm steady pressure.
“You’re making me hard. Can you feel it?” Jesse asked, his voice low and breathless. As Kyle continued to stroke Jesse through his jeans, noticeably less shy, Jesse unbuttoned and unzipped them. He stopped Kyle’s hand just long enough to pull his jeans down over his thighs, letting his cock spring free, mostly hard from Kyle’s tentative caress. He usually went commando because things like underwear and belts got in the way of business.
KYLE stared down at the kid, not sure he wanted to go any further. Once he touched Jesse’s naked cock, it would be all over. He’d have to admit, at least to himself, that he was gay. Nobody had ever fucking turned him on like this goddamned boy. Jesse took the choice away from Kyle by putting his hand on his hard, exposed dick. It felt foreign and familiar all at the same time. He’d been jacking off since his teens, more often lately, but the feel of someone else’s cock was strange. A little shorter and thinner than his own, but just as hard and hot. He got harder as he stroked Jesse’s erection, almost like his own cock could feel it.
“Ai, alli, papi,” Jesse whispered and collapsed back onto his elbows, letting his head fall so that the long lines of his throat strained. Kyle wasn’t sure if the boy even realized he’d slipped into Spanish. The older man smiled and pumped faster, letting his other hand explore between Jesse’s spread legs. It occurred to Kyle that the kid could be putting on a show for his benefit and that pissed him off. Fuck it, he thought. He’d take what he wanted and not care about the boy’s pleasure. That was why Kyle was paying him, right?
Suddenly, the kid sat up.
“¡Mierda! Tengo muy estupido,” he said, though it sounded like he was talking to himself as he rubbed his hands over his face. “He olvidado… I forgot. Before we do this, papi, I need cash,” Jesse told him, the wild panic dimming a bit in his eyes. Kyle looked Jesse over, innate suspicion making him tense. Narrowing his eyes at the boy, he answered.
“Half now, half after,” Kyle said after a long calculated moment. The boy sat back, looking down at his jeans bunched around his knees, and considered. Kyle could guess that Jesse was trying to decide if half was better than nothing if he got screwed, and not just in his ass.
“Look,” Kyle said after Jesse had sat unmoving longer than Kyle’s patience would tolerate. “I’ve got no reason to trust you and you have no reason to trust me. I’m just trying to level things out, kid.” He pulled the money out of his wallet and took a few steps to drop it on an old battered dresser on the other side of the small room. He knew the kid could just grab the cash and run, but fuck, he was horny and he wanted to get on with it.
The kid sighed and then nodded, sliding off the bed and onto his knees.
“Come here, papi,” he said, almost too low for Kyle to hear. Surprised, the older man stepped forward and Jesse grabbed the waist band of the jeans inches from his face. Kyle sucked in a sharp breath as deft fingers unbuttoned his fly, pulling jeans and briefs to his knees in one quick but careful movement. He stood very still, feeling a zing of anticipation rather than the absurdity he might have felt in any other situation with his pants around his knees. The speed with which a hot wet mouth covered his cock almost staggered him.
“Fuck,” Kyle gasped. Looking around, he tried to find something to hold onto, or lean up against, to compensate for the faint trembling in his legs caused by adrenaline and arousal. The rushing of blood to his cock and his ears heightened the unsteady feeling. He found nothing to steady him, so he laid a hand on the boy’s shoulder instead. Kyle didn’t like the intimacy of the touch, but found he needed it.
It didn’t take long for little Jesse to bring Kyle to a full, raging erection. The boy had a confident and practiced touch, his talented mouth sliding rhythmically back and forth from base to the ridges just shy of the sensitive head. God, it was so fucking hot to watch those full pink lips dancing gracefully over his cock, stretching to take every bit of Kyle. It felt good. It felt damn good.
The supplicant boy shifted on his knees and Kyle felt one small hand wrap around the base of his erection, stroking in time with the mouth. Another hand joined in, an exciting accompaniment to the melodic pulsing rhythm of sucking and stroking, making Kyle’s heart race. Kyle spread his legs further as his balls were stroked, a delicate finger rubbing behind them as his toes curled inside his shoes. Nothing had ever felt as good as the kid’s mouth and hands.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Kyle moaned as the arrangement of lips and hands changed. He could almost see the kid’s soft pink tongue snaking out from between swollen lips to tease and massage his tender balls. Using one hand to hold Kyle’s rigid cock out of the way, Jesse used the other to rub behind them as he continued to suck. Wandering fingers came dangerously close to sliding between Kyle’s buttocks, but never quite moved that far. It shocked him to realize how much he wanted that.
Kyle’s legs shook with the effort of standing. It had never been like this, not with his hook-ups, not with old girlfriends, not even with his wife. Squeezing his eyes closed, he tried to push back the regrets and anger he felt for denying that part of himself for so long. If he hadn’t been such a pussy, he would have told his family that marrying Evelyn was a bad idea. Unfortunately, he had been young and stupid and had allowed the sham to happen. For his own comfort and dignity, he had let it continue to go on for far too long. Picking up the boy had been exactly what he’d needed.
Finally, Kyle felt like everything had fallen into place.
All at once, he started taking quick little shallow breaths. His body was starting to tighten, and a low desperate moan forced its way from his parted lips. The boy stopped abruptly, pulling back. At first Kyle thought he’d moved to avoid the jizz, but realized that he’d moved to prevent Kyle from reaching that point.
“Not yet, papi,” the boy told him, amusement clear in his voice. Slowly getting to his feet, Jesse pushed Kyle’s shoulder with just enough gentle pressure to turn him and get the older man to sit on the side of the sagging queen-sized bed. Trying not to think about what kinds of stains soiled the surface of the bedspread, Kyle began to lift his leg to pull off the rumpled jeans, but Jesse beat him to it. Resting a hand on the older man’s knee, he knelt again to pull at the laces of Kyle’s shoes. With unhurried but deliberate purpose, Jesse undressed Kyle, who marveled at the kid’s customer service skills. That thought nearly forced a nervous chuckle out of Kyle as Jesse stood before the naked man and toed out of his own shoes before shucking the ripped and battered jeans. Several condoms and a packet of lube were partially visible in Jesse’s hand.
Kyle got a wonderful view of the kid’s body as he crawled onto the bed past him and lay on his stomach, tousled black hair fanning across his arms as he rested his head on the pillow.
“Cojeme, papi,” Jesse said quietly, looking back over his shoulder. The small smile playing on his lips was fucking sexy.
“What does that mean?” Kyle asked as he moved to lay almost completely on top of the boy, his hard cock pressing against the soft skin of Jesse’s ass, rubbing insistently against the left cheek.
Kyle hesitated, wondering for a moment if the kid really did want it, but after a very brief deliberation he decided he didn’t care. Reaching up to take the condoms and lube from Jesse’s outstretched hand, Kyle’s hand gripped the younger man’s hip to stop his motion.
“Do you want me to get myself ready?” Jesse asked, his voice muffled slightly by the pillow. Kyle stilled, considering the question.
“No, I want to do it,” he said after a moment, dropping the condoms onto Jesse’s lower back and moving up to spread the kid’s legs wide with his knees. Kyle ran a hand gently up the younger man’s leg and over his ass, feeling the soft skin. God, he looked so fucking hot lying there spread open, waiting to be pounded into the bed. Kyle’s cock throbbed in anticipation as he ripped open the lube. He coated the first two fingers of his right hand with a thin layer of lube and used his left to spread the kid’s ass. The tiny brown hole, exposed and vulnerable, clenched as Jesse tensed. Kyle forged ahead, rubbing a small circle around the entrance, watching in fascination as the sparse hair became matted with lube and the wrinkled skin glistened.
Jesse began to move his hips almost indiscernibly as the tip of Kyle’s finger penetrated him. It was as if he were expending great effort not to grind his cock down into the bed. Kyle took his left hand off the boy’s ass and moved it to his own neglected dick. As he stroked, he pushed his finger in and out of the boy, going deeper each time. He began to stretch the muscle with his finger. It was tighter than he would have expected, but of course, what did he know? Jesse’s squirming became more pronounced and a low groan was muffled.
“You like that?” Kyle asked with a smirk, pumping his finger in and out of the boy until it ran across a small bump that made him cry out. He waited until Jesse stilled, and sought the spot again, rubbing gently.
“Ai, papi, alli…there, right there,” Jesse begged.
THE pleasure of the touch was so intense that it took Jesse completely by surprise. In all the time he’d been fucked by guys for money, none had ever taken the time to explore him like that. Usually they barely gave him time to lube himself up before they drove in, making him grit his teeth against the pain. He would try to breathe through it, waiting for the guy to get it over with. Sometimes he was able to come without thinking about banging a chick, but not often. But the way Kyle was touching him felt so good.
Unable to stop himself, Jesse spread his legs farther, increasing the pressure of his cock against the bed. Sweat beaded between his shoulder blades as he gave up the fight against grinding into the bed. He didn’t care what the guy thought as he chased that pleasure, small whimpers escaping as he rubbed against the blanket. He couldn’t stand it; he wanted to reach down and jack himself off but didn’t think the guy would go for that. He was paying to get his pleasure, not let the little puto get his.
It wasn’t long before he felt another finger enter him, easing him open further. As he did so, Kyle continued to touch that spot inside of him every few strokes. Jesse’s cock was getting raw from rubbing against the blanket, and as surprised as he was to think about it, he wanted Kyle to fuck him. At least then, he could get himself off.
“Por favor,” he whimpered. “Please.”
Jesse heard a low breathless chuckle from behind him and the fingers disappeared. Pulling his knees up and lifting off the bed, he rested on his knees and elbows, leaving his legs on either side of Kyle’s. He heard the other man getting ready behind him, but stayed where he was and waited. Another minute passed and Jesse could feel the cool air of the room against the wet lube as he stayed in position, wanton and exposed. For the first time, he felt like the whore he was, silently begging to be fucked by the stranger.
The blunt tip of the older man’s cock pressed against his ass and he didn’t even flinch. The burn was almost welcome as his tiny entrance stretched to accommodate Kyle’s cock. It felt bigger than it had in his mouth. Fisting the bedspread beneath his fingers, he held on as he was stretched further, finally feeling Kyle’s hips against his ass as the man bottomed out.
“¡Dios mio!” Jesse moaned and felt strong hands grab his hips as the other man pulled back and then drove in again. The thrust felt almost experimental, and Jesse realized as the pleasure zinged through his groin that Kyle was looking for that spot again, only with his dick. Jesse raised his ass in offering, arching his back, and only barely stopped the purr that would have come as if he were a cat in heat. He wanted it, if for no other reason than to think about it later when he was trying to get hard again for another john.
The cock slammed into him again, only as it went, it sawed over that spot, making his breath rush out in a pathetic gasp before the man began fucking him in earnest. The slapping of Kyle’s hips against his ass almost drowned out their desperate, needy sounds. He pushed back, locking his stance against the force of the thrusts. The initial pain faded as the heat filled him. Jesse felt Kyle lean forward over his back and plant his left hand on the bed as the right came around to grasp Jesse’s cock. He got a mental flash of two dogs rutting in the street before the slick hand began to stroke him.
“Eso se siete bien,” Jesse panted as he struggled to keep on his knees from the force of the body pounding into him. It wasn’t an act, or even an exaggeration, because it did feel good. Still grasping the blanket in front of him, he held on for the ride. Everything farther than the bed was shut out of his mind; all he could hear was the slapping of skin and the harsh panting breaths in his ear. He could smell Kyle’s scent, some kind of body wash mingled with sex and sweat.
Without warning, Kyle released Jesse’s cock and wrapped both arms around him, pulling him up and back against his chest. Surprised, Jesse turned to look at the older man. As he did, Kyle caught Jesse in a deep kiss that took his breath away. It had been years since he’d kissed anyone, and he’d never been kissed by another guy. The act was too intimate, too personal for him to normally allow in the course of business. The fact that Kyle had done it without so much as a protest from Jesse spoke to how fucking badly his world had been rocked by the pleasure that had overpowered his most basic beliefs about himself.
Even as his mouth explored Jesse’s, Kyle continued to knife his hips forward. The rhythm had slowed a bit, to more gentle thrusts.
“Papi, mas fuerte,” Jesse begged. He didn’t want to think about how the kiss had made him feel, he just wanted to be fucked harder so that they could both come. Kyle understood either the words or the tone, because he pushed Jesse down roughly, his face against the blanket, and grabbed both of his hips.
“Make yourself come, I want to feel it,” Kyle growled as he pulled Jesse back with each thrust, taking him so deep and so hard that Jesse thought he felt him poking his stomach. Reaching down, Jesse grabbed his own cock and stroked it hard, twisting a little at the head, trying to bring that rush of pleasure he knew would come soon.
Over and over Kyle pumped into him, and Jesse felt his cock throb, his balls tightened, and he knew he was fucking close.
“¡Ya vengo!” he cried as his body locked and semen pulsed from his rigid cock onto the blanket beneath him, coating his hand and making it slide faster against his skin. He heard Kyle curse as his thrusts sped up. Jesse tightened the muscles inside of him, trying to make the older man finish. Kyle had made him feel so damn good, he wanted to return the favor. Jesse might even give the guy a discount if he could get him as a regular client.
Kyle pushed into him, his movements becoming jerky as he cried out. Jesse felt him shudder as he was pulled flush against Kyle’s hips and held there. He knew that his ass was being filled with semen, well, inside the condom anyway, and he pressed his face into the pillow waiting for Kyle to finish. Jesse felt drained and knew that Kyle was his last trick of the night, because after that, he really needed to sleep. With any luck, the little prick downstairs would be taking a leak when he dropped the key and left.
“Fuck, that was g
ood,” Kyle moaned as he kissed the back of Jesse’s shoulder and slowly withdrew from the younger man’s body. Falling carefully to the side, he stretched out and started to catch his breath. Jesse turned onto his side to face Kyle, trying to decide how to ask him if he wanted to make their business transaction a regular thing. Before he could ask, Kyle turned to look at him with a sad smile. Jesse felt confused by the look until Kyle spoke.
“Oh, and by the way—you’re under arrest.”
About the Author
Erotic fiction is more than just moans, grunts, and physical pleasure. To J.P. BARNABY, erotic fiction consists not only of the mechanics of physical love, but the complex characters and relationships that lead to those all-encompassing feelings of need and longing. Sex without context is merely sex—but sex coupled with attraction, with explosive repercussions—that is good erotic fiction. J.P. authors all different kinds of erotic fiction including gay, straight, male, female, BDSM, sweet, romantic, and dark.
As a bisexual woman, J.P. is a proud member of the GLBT community both online and in her small town on the outskirts of Chicago. A member of Mensa, she is described as brilliant but troubled, sweet but introverted, and talented but deviant. She spends her days writing software and her nights writing erotica, which is, of course, far more interesting. The spare time that she carves out between her career and her novels is spent reading about the concept of love, which, like some of her characters, she has never quite figured out for herself.
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