Date: Thu, 28 Sep 2006 15:21:29 -0400
From: Captain Swing <grubsnort@comcast.net>
Subject: Worth Every Penny 2

This story contains explicit scenes of sexual contact between males
of various ages, including teenagers.  It is intended for the
entertainment of adults who wish to read it and are permitted by law
to do so.  It is wholly fictional.  The author does not advocate or
condone the actions or the opinions contained herein.

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Watching Carlos's cock begin to spring back to attention, I felt my
own begin to swell.  Listening to the little thirteen year old Puerto
Rican boy recount how he had recently fucked a fifteen year old
neighbor girl turned us both on, despite the ball-draining orgasms
we'd enjoyed not fifteen minutes earlier.  I knew I wasn't
inexhaustible, but there was no reason that Carlos couldn't keep
pumping out sperm all afternoon.  When I'd made arrangements with
Miguel to set me up with his young cousin, the understanding was that
Carlos would spend all afternoon with me and I was free to siphon out
as many loads as I could, until Carlos was physically unable to
produce any more.

I stood up to finally take my clothes off;  I'd been too excited to
do so earlier.  Carlos watched me with concern.  "What are you doing?"

"I'm just taking my clothes off to get more comfortable.  Don't
worry.  I'm not going to do anything creepy to you."

"You already did."  He looked down to where I'd shot my huge load all
over his front.

I chuckled.  "Oops. Here, I told you I'd clean that up."

He stared in dismay at the mess,  "Gross!"

I teased him a little.  "Ah, relax.  It's good for you,  It'll put
hair on your chest."

His eyes widened in amazement.  "Really?"

God, his innocence was adorable!  "No, Carlos.  I'm kidding, I'm
afraid."

"Oh."  He was disappointed, while I was shivering in horror at the
thought of hair on that satiny chest.  I went into the sleazy motel
room's bathroom, which smelled of mildew and cheap disinfectant, and
brought back some tissue, a damp washcloth, and a towel.  I cleaned
my now-runny semen off of Carlos and dried his flat smooth belly,
rubbing the towel slowly over his groin long after he was dry.  His
dick, which had softened, stiffened again.  I dropped the towel and
began to leisurely masturbate him.  Casually, I tried to find out
more about his sex life.  "Do you do this a lot, Carlos?"

"Do what?"

"Jerk off."

"Nah.  Not that much."

I laughed.  "Not more than four or five times a day, right?  When
you're not going around fucking all the little neighbor girls down in
the basement, that is."

He smiled.  The more he smiled, the cuter I thought he was.  "I told
you. I only did that once."

"So the rest of the time it's your good old right hand, right?  How
often?  Tell me."

He was obviously a little embarrassed to be talking so openly about
his sexual habits with a stranger, an adult no less, but I think he
was also a little bit proud, and flattered that I was interested.  "I
don't know.  Once a day or so.  Sometimes twice."

"And sometimes three or four times?"

"Jeeze!  OK, maybe a couple times I did it that many.  But not
usually.  Usually twice, I guess"

"And where do you do it usually?  In your bedroom?"

"Come on!  Jeeze!  Why are you asking me all this stuff?"

"I'm just interested.  Come on, Carlos.  I just sucked your dick.
I'm not going to run and tell your mama what little Carlos is doing
up there in his room .  I don't even know your mama."

He made a sour face, but was a little bit amused.  "You're nuts, ya
know?  All right.  Sometimes in my room.  Or sometimes in the
bathroom.  Or sometimes like, I don't know, like down in the basement
or in the bathroom at school or out in the alley or... wherever."

"Wherever you can whip it out without somebody watching, right?"

"Yeah. Right."

Ever-so-casually I dropped my next question.  "You and your buddies
ever, like, do it together?"

He was outraged.  "Hell no!  I ain't no queer!"  His face instantly
took on a stricken look as he realized that was perhaps not a very
diplomatic thing to say to a guy who was at that very minute playing
with his dick.  In a much more subdued tone he tried to soften his
insult.  "You know what I mean.  It's just...I don't do stuff with
guys except, you know, you're gonna pay me and all."

I let him off the hook.  "I know, Carlos.  It's OK.  I wasn't saying
you're queer.  Hell, I know you've got fifteen year old girls dying
to get in your pants.  It's just that a lot of kids when they're just
starting out like to show their friends how big their cocks are and
how far they can shoot and stuff like that.  It doesn't mean they're
queer."

"Oh.  No, I never did it with nobody else.  The only ones I ever did
anything with are you and that girl I told you about.  I mean, me and
my friends talk about fucking and jerking off and stuff but we never
do nothing like that."

"OK.  Good."  I wouldn't have minded another steamy story about
goings-on down in that tenement basement, but I was thrilled that he
was so inexperienced.  I smiled at my skinny little chico.  "I bet
you've had enough questions for a while, right?"

""Christ, yeah."

"How about we do this instead?"  I let go of his dick and moved
upward, using both hands to spread his pipe-cleaner legs wide apart.
I leaned in and began to lick the silken skin of his inner thigh,
switching back and forth from one leg to the other.  Pushing his
knees upward I explored that most private area behind his balls.  He
probably didn't even realize that his asshole was exposed. I had
promised him that I was only interested in his dick, so I only looked
at the crinkled pink pucker, marveling at how small and delicate it
looked.  I had never in my life licked an asshole, and I didn't lick
Carlos's, but if I weren't aware of how upset he'd be, I might have
considered it. It was perfectly hairless of course, and clean. (That,
and the faint smell of soap, led me to think that Carlos had probably
showered just before coming to meet me, for which I silently thanked
Miguel.)  I turned my attention back to the smooth crease leading
forward to his balls, giving a long firm lick which carried upward
over his scrotum and the full length of his stiff penis.  Returning
to the sack and the two little marbles it held, I kissed and licked
and nuzzled the impossibly smooth and soft ripples of skin there.
Except for its size, Carlos's scrotum was as juvenile and tender as
my two-year-old son's after he'd just had his bath, and I couldn't
get enough of it.  I took the whole bag in my mouth and swabbed it
with my tongue.

"Stop! "  Carlos's cry was urgent.  I looked up at him in alarm,
freeing his sweet pouch to answer.

"What's wrong?"

"Stop it. Please. It tickles! "

I grinned at him.  "Oh.  OK.  How about this?"  I opened wide and
engulfed the length of his glossy shaft to the root, and began to
relentlessly bob up and down,  I sucked him without mercy, not
hurting him in any way, of course, but wasting no time on refinement,
with the single goal of bringing the young urchin to another
shivering climax.  It didn't take long.  He gave two or three groans
this time, as he spurted another youthful load, as big as the first,
for me to gulp down.  He breathed heavily as I licked him clean and
then moved up alongside him, taking his thin naked body in my arms
and holding him tightly.

I gazed at his narrow tan face as he recovered, his eyes closed.  I
still couldn't call him handsome, but his youthful masculinity, his
emergent sexiness, made him undeniably attractive. The few adolescent
zits didn't really detract from his looks, but merely served to
emphasize his youth, as did the fact that he'd obviously never
shaved.  Looking at his full, slightly-parted, lips I was hit by a
new desire.  I interrupted his rest.

"Hey, Carlos?"

"Yeah?"

"You know how I said I'd give you two hundred dollars?"

His eyes sprang open in alarm.  "You promised! "

I smiled and reached up to stroke his hair.  "Relax!  I'm going to
give it to you.  I was just going to say I'll give you fifty more if
you'll kiss me."

He stared at me bewildered.  "Hunh?"

I repeated my offer, and he repeated it back to me.  "You'll give me
fifty more if I kiss you?"

"Yup."

"Fifty more?"

"Yup."

"Fifty dollars?"

"Yup."

"So, like, two hundred and fifty dollars in all?"

"Yup.  You must get A's in math."

He looked suspicious.  "Just to kiss you? Nothin' else?"

"Yup.  But not like you kiss your grandma.  You have to open your
mouth and use your tongue and everything.  And not just once.  You
have to do it as much as I want for the rest of the day."

Carlos screwed up his face.  "I don't know.  That's kinda weird.  I
never kissed a guy.  It's creepy.  Miguel said you weren't going to
do anything creepy."

"That's why I'm offering you more money.  You don't have to do it.
If you don't, you'll still get your two hundred.  And so what if it's
weird?  It's not hard, and nobody's ever going to know.  And so what
if you never kissed a guy?  I'll bet you never kissed a girl either.
And, no, before you ask, if you do it I'm not going to think you're
queer.  I know you're not.  I'll know you're only doing it for the
money."

He was still not convinced, but he was thinking about it.  A sudden
thought hit him.  "Does Miguel kiss you?"

"No.  I never asked Miguel."  It was true. It had never occurred to
me.  If I had asked, he might have agreed, but I can only imagine how
much THAT would have cost me.

"Why not?"

"I don't know, I just never did.  Don't worry about Miguel."

"If I do it, you won't tell him?"

"I swear.  I absolutely promise if you do it, I'll never ever tell
Miguel."  This was also true.  I had a feeling Miguel would not be
too pleased at me kissing his little cousin, even for money. "So what
do you say?  Yes or no?"

Carlos screwed up his face into another sour look.  "I don't know.  I
guess."

"Good.  You have to do a good job, though.  Not half-assed."

"Yeah, all right....I guess."

I didn't give him a chance for second thoughts.  I was still holding
him, so I pulled him closer and placed my lips on his.  He held his
mouth firmly closed, his lips rolled inward.  I pulled back.  "Not
like that.  I told you, you have to open your mouth and use your
tongue,"

"Yeah, yeah. OK.  I don't really understand what the hell you want,
though."  I realized that Carlos really didn't know how to kiss, at
least not the way I wanted.

"Come on, Carlos.  Didn't you ever see two people kissing in a movie?"

"Not two guys."

I chuckled.  "The principle is the same.  Come on, try again."  I
pulled him to me again, and turned my head, meeting his slightly-
opened mouth at an angle.  I pressed myself to him firmly and opened
my mouth a bit to force his further open, then stuck out my tongue
slightly to lick his lips and probe its way further in.  He tried for
an instant to recoil, but I wouldn't let him and he stopped trying to
pull away.  Either his instincts took over or he suddenly realized
what I meant by "use your tongue" :  his met mine and the two
wrestled gently.  When I withdrew into my own mouth, though, his
didn't follow.  I tried again.  I finally pulled back long enough to
say "Stick your tongue in my mouth too, Carlos," and pressed my lips
back on his.  Our tongues met again and this time, when I drew mine
back, he knew what I wanted:  I felt his velvety softness in my mouth
as we traded plunges.  We slobbered away at each other for the better
part of ten minutes.  He was far better than I had expected: despite
my warnings to him, I would have paid him if he merely made a good-
faith effort.  I never dreamed he'd be such a quick learner.

When I finally released him, he rolled away from me and, with an
emphatic "Yuck! ",  vigorously wiped his mouth with the back of his
hand.  I didn't want to embarrass him by telling him what a good job
he'd done, so I merely said "Aww, it wasn't that bad, was it?"

He didn't answer in words, but shook his head and winced in disgust.
I didn't mind.  I didn't want him to like it.  I had wanted to kiss
him because he was cute, but also because he was straight.  Kissing a
straight boy was somehow an even greater accomplishment than blowing
him.  This was turning into one of the best days of my life.

We lay, side by side, for a few moments.  I was wondering how many
loads I could reasonably expect to get out of him, whether I could
suck him off again now and still do it a couple more times later,
when I heard a faint grumbling noise from the direction of Carlos's
stomach.  I turned to face him.  "Are you hungry, Carlos?"

He looked a little sheepish, knowing I'd heard his stomach.  "Yeah. A
little."

I was too, actually.  Getting something to eat would provide a nice
break.  The only question was whether to blow Carlos again before, or
after.  Fuck it.  Once again I had to consider that there was always
the possibility I'd get hit by a bus, or, considering where we were,
shot to death.  Why take a chance on missing the opportunity?  I'd
blow him first, and hopefully later too.  When I told him I wanted to
suck his dick first, then I'd get him some food, he rolled his eyes
in exasperation but didn't complain.  I didn't bother with any
elaborate preliminaries but went right to the main event.  It took
just a little longer than the first two times, but I was soon
rewarded with another, smaller, offering from his thirteen year old
nuts.

I got dressed and prepared to go out for the food.  I thought it was
safer to leave Carlos in the room and bring the food back, rather
than to twice risk him being seen, entering and exiting.  He could
watch TV while I was gone; I wouldn't be long.  I noticed that the TV
had a couple of adult channels that could be ordered over the phone
by using a credit card and I decided I might as well corrupt the kid
a little more.  It would have the secondary benefit of getting him
horny again.  When I asked him if he wanted to watch some porn he
jumped at the chance.  Within minutes he was watching entranced as
some probably-drug-addicted skank took on cocks from all directions.
Before leaving, I gave him a short hard kiss and laughed as he
ostentatiously wiped his mouth off again.

When I had asked Carlos what he wanted to eat, he had predictably
requested McDonalds.  There was a Golden Arches only a block or so
from the motel.  I had to drive a little further to find a place to
buy some beer, but I was back to the room in less than a half hour,
with a sixpack and a couple bags full of salty, greasy, fast food.
Carlos was right where I'd left him, totally wrapped up in the
grapplings and writhings on the screen;  I was happy to see that his
little spike was primed and ready for action again.  He was toying
with it absentmindedly, but quickly stopped and sat up when I entered
with the grub.  I'm not sure which is more important to a thirteen
year old boy, sex or food, but at that particular moment, Carlos's
stomach outvoted his dick.

He sat on the edge of the bed and wolfed down his burgers, eagerly
but not uncouthly.  Somebody had bothered to teach him the rudiments
of table manners.  I sat in the room's single chair and watched him
eat, nibbling my fries.  I'm not much for fast food--I never take my
kids to places like that--but McDonalds fries are my guilty
pleasure:  I love 'em.  Carlos seemed almost too hungry.  I asked him
twice if he had had breakfast, but he assured me that he had.  Maybe
squirting out his spunk three times in little more than an hour had
worked up quite an appetite.

Carlos glanced around and asked me politely if I'd bought anything to
drink.  I wiggled my eyebrows and offered him a beer.

He made a face and said "No, I meant like soda or something."

"Gee, Carlos, sorry.  This is all I bought.  You can have one.  It's
OK."

It wasn't that I wanted to get Carlos drunk.  I would imagine that
the main point of getting a kid drunk is so you can get into his
pants, and Carlos hadn't been wearing any pants since we first got
there.  I just wanted to give him his first taste of alcohol, just as
I'd given him his first blowjob and shown him his first porno.  I was
much too late.

He made the face again.  "No, that's OK.  I don't much like beer."

"You've had it before?"

"Sure, lots of times.  My uncle gives me beer, and Miguel gave me
some a couple times. And other people. I don't usually drink it
though.  It tastes nasty."

Oh well.  Like the song says, two out of three ain't bad.  Carlos
happily settled for a few sips of the milkshake I'd bought him for
dessert.

After we were finished eating, I stripped off my clothes again and
sat down at the head of the bed, propped up on pillows.  I had Carlos
sit on my lap, which he was reluctant to do, implying that he felt
foolish, like a little kid.  That was partly the idea, but I didn't
tell him that.  I turned the movie back on and told him to hush up
and watch while we let our meals digest.  He watched the screen while
I looked over his shoulder to watch him, specifically to watch his
shrunken dick gradually come to life, swell and lengthen and rise.
When he unconsciously reached down to fondle himself, I pushed his
hand aside, replacing it with mine.  I played with the little prong
gently, stroking, twisting, tickling, using my thumb to smear the
little bubbles that popped out of his peesllt around the pink head.
 From time to time I circled his cock with my thumb and forefinger,
using the other fingers to tease his delicate sack. My other hand was
busy caressing the sleek skin of Carlos's belly and chest, sometimes
lightly tweaking his tiny nipples or brushing through the wispy
little patch of hair above his dick.  He seemed oblivious to my
activities, his eyed glued to the antics onscreen.

My own cock wasn't idle during all this.  When Carlos first sat down,
I made sure that my dick was nestled comfortably in the crack of his
flat little ass, pointing up.  I wasn't hard at first, so he might
not have noticed it, but as I played with him, and enjoyed his warm
proximity, nature took its course.  He must felt the hard lump under
him, and realized what it was, so I was surprised he didn't object.
Perhaps since my cock wasn't near his asshole and I made no effort to
move it closer, he wasn't worried.  I made very slight  thrusting
motions from time to time, or slid his bantamweight frame up and down
a bit, reveling in the sensations even such tiny movements sent
through my penis.  It would take all day for me to come like that,
but that wasn't my goal.

After we had watched the movie for almost a half hour, Carlos was
apparently horned up enough that my idle toying with his dick was no
longer enough.  He began his own small thrusts, seeking more vigorous
stimulation.  Rather than move him off of me to get in position for
another round of cocksucking, thus losing my my dick's comfy lodging
in his crack, I decided to finish him off by hand.  Since I'm pretty
much exclusively an oral specialist, I couldn't remember the last
time I'd jerked another guy all the way off.  It would be a nice
change of pace--- plus I might get Carlos to squirm around enough to
give me my own thrill.  I took his (by now self-lubricated) rod in a
firm grip and began to masturbate him in earnest.  He gave a small
"Mmmm" of approval, so I flogged away relentlessly.  I also began to
buck my hips more energetically, setting up a smooth rhythm that was
satisfying for both of us.  Before long, Carlos's breaths grew
deeper, so I squeezed harder and jerked him faster.  He let out a
single deep gasp as a small blob of milky semen spurted out, barely
reaching his navel, followed by another, and then a slight amount of
thinner fluid trickled down over my fingers.  I was definitely
wearing the kid out---this was a rather puny emission, compared to
the earlier ones.

Carlos sagged back into me and breathed deep[y, in need of yet
another recovery.  I let him rest, hugging him tightly with both
arms.  When I figured he was conscious again, I asked him if he was OK.

"Yeah.  I'm tired."

"You cant be!  We've barely started!  I'm expecting at least three of
four more loads out of you."

He turned and looked at me in shock.  "What!"

I grinned to let him know I was kidding.  He grinned back and turned
back to the movie, or maybe a different one, still grinding away on
the TV.  I was still holding him close, and stuck out my tongue to
tease him by licking the soft skin at the base of his neck.  He
reacted instantly, jerking his head forward and crying out  "What are
you doing?"

"What's the matter?  You don't like that"

"No!  Stop that!  It tickles!"  He knew I was just fooling around and
he wasn't really angry, just pretending to pout.

"God, you're a ticklish kid, aren't you?"

"I guess."

"Let's see."  I reached down and began to tickle him all over,
lightly but mercilessly, scrabbling my fingertips over his ribs and
sides and belly.

"Stop!  Stop!"  He was twisting and squirming, laughing and trying
desperately to escape.  I wouldn't let him, enjoying his reaction
and, in particular, enjoying the feel of his smooth bare skin against
mine, especially against my hard cock.  "Let me go!  Stop!"

"Nope.  I can't."

"Quit it!"  He was frantic.  "Please!"

"Nope.  Can't."

"Yes you can!  Why can't you?  Stop!"  He thrashed, and laughed
helplessly, but I was so much bigger and stronger that he'd never get
away until I let him.

"Can't.  Not 'til I'm finished."

"You're finished now!  Stop!"

"Nope.  Not finished tickling you.  FINISHED."

"Finished...(helpless giggles)... what?"  Still he writhed.  I
stopped tickling, without letting him go, and pointed down to where I
was rubbing my hard, leaking cock firmly against his thigh.

"Ewww.  Gross"  He pulled his leg away desperately.  I let him move
enough so that he was laying beside me,instead of on top, but kept
him close with one arm around his shoulder.

I laughed.  "It's not gross.  It wasn't so gross when I was playing
with your dick, was it?"

"That's different.  You like it."

"I sure do."  I let my face take on a serious look and stared at
him.  "Carlos, you know what I'd really like?"

"What?"

"How about if you jerk me off?"

"Eww!  No!"  He made a face.  "That's even more gross!"

"Come on, Carlos.  It won't hurt you.  It's the least you can do."

"No."

"Why?"

"It's creepy.  Besides, you said I wouldn't have to do nothing like
that.  You promised."

"I lied."

All the lightness went out of he face and he looked very concerned,
maybe even scared.  I reached out and grabbed the back of his head,
pulling it toward me.  "Come here, you."

I touched his forehead to mine and looked directly into his
frightened eyes. "Carlos, I'm just messing with you.  I'm joking.  I
mean, I'd like you to do it, but you don't have to if you don't want
to.  I wouldn't do that to you.  I like you too much."

Relief flooded over his face, so dramatically that I had to chuckle.
He shoved my shoulder playfully.  "Don"t do that!  You scared me!"

I smiled at him.  "Sorry.  OK, if you don't want to jerk me off at
least you have to watch me do it."

He gave me a sour look and reluctantly said "OK.  I guess," then
smiled back. "You really are nuts, you know."

"Yeah, I know."

True to his word, he sat and dutifully watched while I methodically
masturbated like a teenager.  Most teenagers don't do it while
simultaneously rubbing the smooth little ass of a pubescent Puerto
Rican boy with their other hand, I guess.  ( OK, I imagine a few
do.)  Carlos actually seemed a little bit interested in what I was
doing.  If he had been telling the truth earlier, he had never seen
anybody else jerk off, so maybe he was curious.  He let out an
impressed "Whoa!" when I erupted with at least six thick shots and a
few smaller ones, a load nearly as big as my record-setter earlier.
Just to tease him, I scooped up a little glob on a fingertip and
pushed it toward his face.  He recoiled in horror.

"Come on, Carlos.  What's the matter with you?  It's good for you.
It'll put hair on your nose.'

He got the joke.  "Liar.  Besides, I don't want hair on my nose."
God, he was adorable.  I wasn't falling in love with Carlos.  Far
from it.  I wasn't  sure I would ever want to see him again. But I
couldn't remember when I'd enjoyed so much having a smutty little
encounter with someone.  Even Miguel.

"Carlos, do you suppose you can get some paper and some towels so I
can clean this up?  Then we can take a shower.  Unless you want to
lick it up?"  He jumped up and ran into the bathroom, hollering
"Yuck!  Gross!  Ewww!  You're sick!  Yuck!"  all the way there and
back. I wiped off the mess  and stood up.  "OK, shower time."

"Do you want to go first or do you want me to?" Carlos asked.

"What are you talking about?  We're going to do it together."

Carlos looked startled and then rolled his eyes.  "Oh, man.  What next."

The shower was too cramped and slimy for an especially romantic
interlude, but I loved having Carlos's wet and soapy little body
rubbing against mine as we washed, and running my hands up and down
his lustrous caramel skin.  He must have had the cleanest buns in
town by the time I was done with them, but when I tried to slip my
fingers into his crack he quickly turned around and glared at me. I
laughed and let him go. Naturally, I paid inordinate attention to the
little nuggets between his legs, kneading and working them with
handfuls of thick suds, and was eventually rewarded with yet another
gradual erection.  With the warm water still pouring down on us, I
turned him so that his back was toward me and held him close,
reaching around to jerk on his poor abused dick.  It was hard, but
more like a rubber hose than the iron bar of earlier.

He complained, though I think he was resigned to his fate.  "Oh man.
Not again.  I can't do it anymore!  It hurts."

"Don't be ridiculous, Carlos.  A kid your age can do it all day
long.  Besides, you told me before you've done it four or five times
in one day,"

"Yeah, but that was a whole day, not all in one afternoon.  And it
hurt then, too, by the time I was done."

"Oh well.  I think you'll live."

I turned off the water and led Carlos out of the shower, standing him
in front of me as I closed the lid of he toilet and sat down.  I
handed him a towel and leaned forward to swallow up his squeaky-clean
cock.  He dried his face and his hair as I efficiently sucked him
back to full strength, running my hands ceaselessly up and down his
slippery thighs and backside. Carlos stood patiently as I continued
to blow him, seeking to draw out one final offering.  It took quite a
while, of course:  Carlos's balls were already pretty well drained.
But he was thirteen, after all.  Inevitably his youthful equipment
did its duty and sent forth another tiny dribble of juice, so thin
and small I could barely taste it.  The tensing of his ass muscles
and the feeble throbs in his rod were the only real proof that he'd
come at all. Carlos even had to ask me "Did I come?"  I don't think
he got much pleasure from his orgasm and I wouldn't be surprised if
his dick really did hurt.

We finished drying off and went back in the bedroom to put our
clothes back on.  Carlos was suddenly antsy to leave, and, much as
I'd enjoyed the afternoon, I had to get back to my family too.
Carlos finished dressing first and stood watching me expectantly.  I
opened my wallet and handed him five fifty dollar bills.  He grinned
and said "Thanks," and I turned to look for my shoes.  When I turned
back, Carlos had an unhappy look on his face and was eying the money
suspiciously, turning the bills over and over.

"What's the matter, Carlos?  Thats $250, just like we agreed."

He continued to frown at the bills in his hand, and finally looked
up.  "Are these real money?"

"What do you mean?  Of course they're real.  What do you think, I'd
give you counterfeit money?"

"I never saw money that said '50' on it.  I know they have ones that
say '100';  Miguel showed me one once.  But I never heard of ones
with '50'"

I didn't want to make fun of him, but I had to chuckle a little.
"Carlos, I promise you they're real.  They're perfectly good money.
Miguel will tell you."

"Don't you have any regular money?"

I stared at him a moment, then reached for my wallet.  I managed to
scrape up $200 in "regular" money--tens and twenties-- and gave him
that, taking back four of the fifties.  He looked very relieved and
gave me another one of his adorable smiles.

"Happy now?"

'Yup.  Thanks."  He was almost dancing.

"You're rich now, Carlos.  You be careful with all that money.  Don't
waste it.  And don't give it to Miguel.  He already got his money."
I had wondered if Miguel would try to take a cut from Carlos, on top
of what I'd already paid him.

"No, I won't.  He told me I could keep all of it.  I'm going to put
it in my bank.  Well, most of it.  And I'm not going to tell him
about the extra fifty dollars." He was nearly pushing me out the
door.  "We ready?"

"Almost.  One last thing."  I pulled him toward me and gave him a
deep, hard kiss.  He resisted briefly, but then reciprocated, giving
me a final taste of his soft tongue.  When I finally pulled away, I
quickly reached up and vigorously wiped his mouth, before he had a
chance to.  "Just think, Carlos.  That's probably the last time in
your life you're going to have to kiss another guy."

"Thank God for that!"  He couldn't have been more emphatic.

We got out to the car uneventfully and I got my deposit back for the
key.  Carlos and I didn't say much as I drove him home, but I could
tell he was happy.  I was pretty damned pleased myself.  I copped one
final quick feel between his legs before dropping him off where I'd
picked him up.  He said he lived nearby and could walk from there.
He didn't wave, but he turned and gave me a quick smile as he
scampered down the street.  I was smiling too, all the way to
Connecticut.


               To be continued.....

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