“Mennonites don’t gamble,” Jacob reminded him. “That’s an English thing. We consider it a sin.”
“No kidding. So all of this other stuff you’ve been doing—that’s not a sin?”
“Don’t rub it in. I’ve been trying to pick and choose my vices.”
“Come on, let’s bet a buck a match,” Camilo urged him. “Just for fun, and to make it more interesting. That’s not going to break the bank.”
“Well, since I’m going straight to hell anyway—okay.”
At first Camilo seemed to be getting ahead, especially when, out of nationalistic loyalty, he backed a brawny Mexican who easily defeated his opponent. But, after the “main event” which brought the program to a close, Jacob was in fact five dollars ahead.
“Pay up,” he said, triumphantly, as he turned the TV off.
“Son of a bitch. Are you sure this is the first time you’ve ever bet money of anything? I think I’ve been played. You can take it out in trade.” But Camilo did in fact hand over a five-dollar bill. He smiled at Jacob. “This is like old times, isn’t it? You and me, here, relaxing, I mean.”
“Yes, it is.”
“And as long as we’re taking this trip down Memory Lane—do you want to go all the way? Do you want to fuck?” Camilo asked, bluntly.
“I thought you’d never ask.”
“Those fights were pretty good, weren’t they?” Camilo remarked, as they got undressed.
“Yeah, I enjoyed them. Especially that last bout, in which the two really big, muscular guys went at it. That was hot,” Jacob admitted. “The way they kept struggling, each one trying to hold down and subdue the other. The way they kept squirming loose … the way their muscles bulged … the way they went on punching each other. When the one guy finally got the other one in that choke hold and wouldn’t let him go, it almost looked as though he was fucking him.”
Camilo leered at him. “It got you hot, did it?”
“It got me thinking,” Jacob admitted. “It made me remember how much I like being with you … making love to you.”
Camilo grinned at him. “So now can I finally take my clothes off?”
“Please do. Be my guest.”
In rapid succession, Camilo lost his shirt, his socks, and his pants. For once, he was actually wearing underwear: a pair of loose-fitting boxer shorts, which, however, did little to conceal his own erection before he lowered them to his ankles and stepped out of them.
“Sit down,” Jacob said. “Finish your beer.”
Nude, Camilo resumed his seat in the armchair, as he raised the beer bottle to his lips and drained it. Jacob downed the last of his scotch and water, and then he set his glass down on the coffee table, before he moved to kneel on the floor in front of Camilo. The Mexican leaned forward and rested his hands on Jacob’s bare shoulders, smiling down at him.
“Lie back,” Jacob urged him. “I want to suck your cock.”
“Buddy, those words are music to my ears. Be my guest.”
Naked and erect, Camilo leaned back against the armchair’s cushions and spread his husky legs wide. Still on his knees, Jacob got in between them. He used both of his hands to caress the other man’s legs, from the balls of his feet up along his calves and thighs to his groin, and then back down again. Then Jacob raised Camilo’s legs and rested them on his shoulders, on either side of his head.
Jacob leaned over and began to use his lips and tongue on Camilo’s cock, kissing, nuzzling, and licking. Despite his lust to suck it, he forced himself to postpone that act for a few moments, to draw out the suspense and tease Camilo a little. Camilo’s dick showed the results of the long delay, during which the two men had watched the ultimate fighting matches. His frustrated phallus rose imperiously from his crotch, so inflexible that it barely moved sideways when Jacob rubbed his cheek against its shaft. He licked the turgid meat from its base to its tip and then back down again, coating it with his saliva, making sure he didn’t miss a bit of the swollen flesh. He pushed his face lower between Camilo’s thighs and lapped at his balls, as well.
“Oh, fuck,” Camilo gasped. “This is much better than jerking off to any goddamn porn video. Get it wet, buddy. Keep licking my dick. Oh, it feels so good to have your hot wet tongue on me like that!”
Inspired by his praise, Jacob tongued him even more eagerly. This time, he concentrated on his glans, tickling it with the tip of his tongue and allowing his warm, moist breath to flow over it as he panted to refill his lungs.
When Camilo’s cockhead gleamed with the sheen of his saliva, Jacob ran his tongue down the shaft and sucked both of his hairy balls into his mouth, rolling them back and forth over his tongue. The mouthful of balls he was playing with tasted of musk and sweat. He savored the taste and the feel of them inside his mouth for some time. Finally, though, he let them slip out from between his lips and fall against his chin; then he slid his arms under Camilo’s thighs and, as he raised Camilo’s legs, Jacob lifted his testicles as well by nudging them with the bridge of his nose, pressing his mouth hard against the ridge of muscle between Camilo’s nuts and his asshole. Sucking on the sensitive perineum with his lips, Jacob lifted his lover’s legs still higher and flicked his tongue into the light coating of hair surrounding his asshole. Jacob’s chin pressed into the crack between Camilo’s buttocks, his nose nuzzling the hard flesh. He gathered his saliva in his mouth and pushed it forward with his tongue, wetting the circle of hair and then parting it, to swab the puckered and tightly clenched ring of the asshole.
Camilo grunted with pleasure and pulled his legs closer toward his chest to separate his buttocks wider and give Jacob freer access to his butt.
“Come on, boy,” he invited Jacob. “Kiss the cat. Go after that ink on my ass with your tongue. Kiss it and lick it. And then stick your tongue up my ass!”
Eagerly, Jacob slid his lips over the tattoo of the snarling, clawing feline on Camilo’s buttock. He kissed the cat. He stroked it with his tongue. He bit into the brightly tinted flesh, hard enough to leave a bite mark.
“Bitch!” Camilo yelped. “Oh, you nasty little bitch!”
Jacob bit him again. Camilo’s butt squirmed against his face, the muscles in his ass cheeks flexing involuntarily in reaction to the pain.
“Don’t you dare bite me again,” the Mexican warned. “I told you to stick your tongue up my ass. You’d better do it. I’d better start feeling some tongue action in my hole, if you know what’s good for you.”
Jacob was tempted to test Camilo’s limits, by sinking his teeth into that succulent buttock of his again. But he thought better of it. He moved his mouth back to the deep, sweaty cleft between the other man’s ass cheeks, and kissed his anal pucker. Extending his tongue and stiffening it, Jacob penetrated the tight little aperture. He began to suck and tongue-fuck Camilo’s ass.
“That’s right,” Camilo gasped. “That’s what I want from you, boy. Suck my ass!”
Rooting like a pig going after truffles, Jacob pressed his open mouth against the anus, his tongue poking repeatedly against the tensed lips of the sphincter. Jacob shook my head from side to side between the cheeks of Camilo’s ass, his saliva drooling over Camilo’s skin, his tongue burrowing. Suddenly, Camilo’s sphincter relaxed, and the full length of Jacob’s tongue slid hotly into him.
“Fuck,” Camilo moaned, wriggling his butt back against Jacob’s mouth, urging the other farmhand’s tongue deeper into his shuddering hole. “Oh fuck, you don’t know what you’re doing to me. Oh, your tongue feels so good going in and out of my ass. Rim it, little buddy. Rim my horny ass!”
The inside surface of Camilo’s ass was smooth and warm, and incredibly exciting to lick. Jacob fucked his tongue in and out of his buddy’s loosened sphincter as far as it would go; then he pulled back and lapped up his own saliva from the silky hair lining the valley of Camilo’s ass. When Jacob had lowered Camilo’s trembling legs back down the floor, he lifted the hard tube of Camilo’s cock and sank his mouth over it, all the way down
to the root.
Easing open the hot tissues of his throat, Jacob felt Camilo’s cock throbbing in his mouth. Jacob ground himself down on it, his lips chafing around the base where Camilo’s pubic hair adorned the distended shaft like a wreath slung around a column. Twisting his head from side to side, Jacob screwed the other man’s big fuck tool deeper into his throat, until he had to back off, or choke. He gasped for breath, still licking the pulsating head of the cock.
Closing his lips around the swollen glans, Jacob shook his head, his lips moving in half circles as he sank down on the shaft again, taking it inch by fat inch. With his hand, he massaged the bag containing Camilo’s nuts while he flailed the underside of his cock with his tongue. The head of the Mexican’s dick steadily pushed its way into Jacob’s throat again. It seemed to possess a live and a will power of its own, and it was determined to fuck Jacob’s face. Jacob swallowed Camilo’s meat as though he had been starved for it. Keeping the cockhead lodged in his throat, he pumped his mouth up and down on Camilo until he could hear him groaning with pleasure and he was fucking up to meet the downward slide of Jacob’s lips. Delirious with his need to consume the other man’s throbbing masculinity, Jacob was no longer distracted by how large the cock was that he was sucking, or concerned by the discomfort it was still causing him. His lips, his tongue, and his throat worked furiously, like a well-rehearsed team, and he stuffed Camilo’s erection into his gulping throat by pure instinct, without having to think about how to do it.
When he realized that his jaw had begun to ache and his mouth was getting tired, Jacob’s pace grew more frantic and he sucked faster and harder. His breathing grew shallow. He began to make a little moaning sound deep in his throat, as though he could use these nonverbal signals to coax Camilo’s cum out of him. Then Camilo bounced up toward his churning mouth and, at the same time, he grabbed Jacob’s head and shoved it down on his huge, ramming prong—forcing Jacob to take him deeper than he ever had before.
The muscles of Camilo’s abdomen tightened and convulsed as he emitted a guttural that almost suggested despair, rather than satisfaction. Jacob’s mouth was abruptly filled with the thickness of his gushing cream. Jacob sucked faster still when he felt the flood of Camilo’s semen jetting into his throat, choking him, squirting back over his chin and nose as Camilo tried to force his dick deeper into his mouth.
Jacob was still gulping down his acrid cream, when Camilo shoved him none too gently away from his spurting cock.
“Stop,” he pleaded. “My dick feels really sensitive, now that I’ve come. Let me cool down for a minute.”
“Sure,” Jacob mumbled, his mouth still filled with his semen.
“Get those fucking sweatpants off. Get naked. I’m going to fuck the hell out of your ass.”
“Are you? Believe me, I’m more than willing. But you just came,” Jacob reminded him.
“I’m still hard. I’m still horny. Fucking you—that’s all I’ve been able to think about, the whole we’ve been apart. Trust me, I’ve built up more than one load. Get naked, and get your ass on that bed. Unless you want me to screw you right here, standing up.”
“Yes, sir!”
Jacob rather liked Camilo’s impatience, and the way the other man was ordering him around. He shed his sweatpants, and then he rummaged in the drawer of the nightstand, searching for the condoms and lube he always kept there. When I found them, I tossed them onto the mattress.
Camilo was already lying on the bed, with his erection aimed at the ceiling. He grabbed a rubber and put it on his dick, following through with a quick swipe of lube.
“When you tricked with Duane Mallory,” he said. “Did he fuck you?”
Jacob was a bit taken aback by the question. “Let’s not talk about him right now.”
“But I want to talk about him. Did he fuck you?”
“Sure.”
“More than once?”
“Ah … yeah.”
“I thought so. Was he as good as I am?”
“Come on, Camilo, that’s an unfair question. I don’t keep a goddamn scorecard!”
“Okay, but I can’t help being a little curious. How’d he do it?”
“What do you mean—in which position?”
“No, what I want to know is, were you in one of your masochistic moods with him, when you like getting it a little rough?”
“I am not a masochist. Okay, so maybe he took out his pair of handcuffs, and he put them on me before he put his cock in me, but—”
“I get the picture. I bet you were climbing the walls, you were so fucking hot for his cock. Well, you’re not playing around with your stud cop tonight. You’re on my turf again. He’s in town, and I’m here. Right now, your ass belongs to me.”
“Whatever you say, tough guy.”
“When I’m done fucking you, you’ll forget about him. You’ll forget about any other man.”
Jacob felt a perverse impulse to taunt his lover. “Oh, really? You’re awfully sure of yourself, aren’t you? Promises, promises. I hope you’re not all talk and no action tonight. I hope you can live up to all of this macho bluster that I keep hearing coming out of your mouth—!”
“Shut up,” Camilo growled, interrupting him. “All I want to hear coming out of your mouth is ‘fuck me, fuck me!’ You ought to be pretty good at that, with all the practice you’ve probably had, going down on a certain pumped-up, muscle-bound gym owner, to say nothing of that well-hung cop fuck buddy of yours.”
Jacob couldn’t come up with an effective retort. So Camilo knew about Hank! Jacob didn’t know how he’d found out; but obviously Merle, Hank, and Jacob hadn’t been as careful about keeping their activities a secret as they’d flattered themselves they’d had.
“Let’s make a deal,” Jacob suggested. “You stop interrogating me about my other tricks—and I’ll start satisfying that stud cock of yours with my hot ass.”
“Kid, you’ve got yourself a deal!”
Camilo sat up on the bed, his gloved and slicked-up erection protruding obscenely outward from his groin. Jacob was lying on his back beside him. Camilo caught him under his armpits and pushed him against the headboard. As Jacob instinctively reached up and his fingers closed over the upper edge of the headboard, trying to brace himself, Camilo scrambled up alongside him, on his knees. He took Jacob’s buttocks in his hands and hefted them up off the mattress. Then he rammed his manhood into the younger farmhand’s ass and began humping into him, so hard that the mattress rocked back and forth on the box spring it was set on.
Jacob’s unprepared asshole was scoured by the friction of his fucker’s burning cock. It felt like his guts were being abraded as Camilo battered him with rapid-fire thrusts. When Jacob tried to squirm away from the other man to ease the force of the penetration, Camilo grabbed him by the hips and unceremoniously yanked him back onto his ramrod. Then he began to skewer Jacob’s butt again, as he jerked Jacob’s buttocks back against his groin, grinding against the boy unmercifully.
“Fucked,” Camilo grunted, in between thrusts. “You’re going to get fucked, punk.”
Jacob groaned repeatedly as the battering ram of his fucker’s erection plunged into the tightening ring of his ass. Camilo’s fingers squeezed with bruising strength on his hips, but Jacob liked the rough treatment and he didn’t want him to stop.
But suddenly Camilo shouted, “Son of a bitch! I’m coming. You’re making me come. Again!”
He hammered his way through his orgasm. Gratefully, Jacob took the punishment. He knew that he’d succeeded in arousing the stud to the point of giving him a second ejaculation. He was coming in Jacob’s ass, filling the rubber on his dick with his sperm. Jacob was proud of his accomplishment.
When Camilo’s strokes began to diminish in force, Jacob arched his back and humped back at him, driving Camilo’s turgid meat deep into his now unresisting asshole, working his buttocks against his fucker’s groin. Jacob wanted to keep this fuck going for as long as possible.
Camilo oblig
ed, continuing to hump him for several minutes after he’d stopped shooting. But eventually even a stud like him had to pause for rest, after unloading so forcefully.
He shoved Jacob away, his cock emerging from Jacob’s distended rectum, and he fell backward on the bed, his breath rasping in his throat.
But Jacob wanted more. He turned around on his knees and lifted Camilo’s softening cock to his ass as he straddled Camilo’s hips. Jacob tried to force it back into his ass by sitting down on it; but inside the semen-filled condom the penis was now too flexible as it began to go soft. Jacob felt that, if he could only feel that powerful implement plunging into him once again, he would climax, too, perhaps even without touching his own cock. But Camilo’s dick just doubled over when Jacob pressed it against his slippery anus.
“Sorry, I can’t,” Camilo said, apologetically, his head rolling from side to side on the bed. “I can’t get it up again so soon. What’re you trying to do, sex me to death? You’re too much for me, man!”
On his hands and knees like a dog, Jacob backed off the other man’s body. Camilo’s fat cock lay against his stomach like a sausage, with the rubber as its casing. Jacob couldn’t seem to catch his breath. His hair hung down over his sweaty forehead and got into his eyes. His whole body seemed to shudder with his need to come.
Jacob yanked the condom off his fucker’s cock and flung it aside. Then he sucked the limp dick inside his mouth, desperate to make it harden again. Camilo’s fresh hot cum tasted good in Jacob’s mouth. But Camilo’s penis was now so soft that Jacob had to work it back along his tongue and swallow hard even to get it down into his throat. Sucking like a madman, Jacob began jerking himself off as hard as he could.
Camilo helped him, reaching up to grasp Jacob’s nipples between his blunt, calloused fingertips and pinching them, hard. Moaning his need around Camilo’s flaccid tool, Jacob rolled his glans around the heated roof of his palate as he felt the sudden wash of thick fluid escape from his cock and fill his fist. Jacob’s stomach undulated as his cum continued to gush free from his cock, the slimy residue from it dropping onto the sheets between Camilo’s legs.
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