“Dude can I borrow $100”
The text pops up while I’m watching porn, jerking off in bed. I never hear from Mateo unless he needs something from me.
“What do u mean borrow u never have any money and u won’t pay me back”
“OK can I have $100”
“What’s in it for me”
There’s a long pause before he texts back. Whatever.
Mateo is this beautiful straight dude, a buddy of mine. He calls himself a personal trainer but he doesn’t have any clients, so that means he’s just a gym rat. He’s a big flirt and I love flirting back. He knows I’m attracted to him, but we’ve never fooled around or anything. I don’t think he’s ever fooled around with guys. I love complimenting him on his body and he loves showing it off. He usually sits around without a shirt on, and I’ve seen him totally naked a bunch of times too. He’s definitely not shy.
Mateo’s a hot Latino guy, about 6’ tall, and he has a lean muscular build. He’s got broad shoulders and a big chest, a six-pack and a sweet round ass. His skin is a dark caramel color, his hair is curly and almost black, he has these beautiful hazel green almond-shaped eyes, a prominent nose and big, full lips. I’ve never seen his dick hard, but he’s definitely a shower. He’s uncut, and it hangs halfway down his thighs, resting against his equally low-hanging balls.
I’ve told him I want to hook up with him so many times that it has become a running joke, and he teases me like crazy but I’ve never gotten the sense that he’d ever really consider it. Mateo is definitely an alpha and he doesn’t like losing control. He knows that his beauty and his body give him power and he gets off on that power.
Finally he texts back:
“Come on dude”
He knows I’ve got a good job and always have extra money. I repeat, “What’s in it for me”
The bubble with the three dots appears, so he’s writing, but nothing comes through for a long time. He must be writing a fucking novel. Finally:
“What do you want”
It couldn’t have taken him that long to write that. He must have changed his mind a bunch of times before sending it.
I answer flirtatiously:
“You”
There’s a short pause before the bubble appears again. Then it pops up, and right away his text:
“OK”
What the fuck? Maybe I wasn’t clear. I read back over the exchange:
“What’s in it for me”
“What do you want”
“You”
“OK”
Seems pretty clear. I text back:
“Come over”
He writes “I’ll be there in 15”
My dick was still hard from jerking off, though the thought of finally getting to fuck around with Mateo made it even harder. I got out of bed. It was after 11am and I hadn’t started my day yet. I jump in the shower, brush my teeth and throw on a pair of sweat pants, no underwear.
I look in the mirror. My body is pretty good too. I only go to the gym occasionally, but I ride my bike everywhere so I’m in shape. I’ve got a nice build, but nothing like Mateo’s.
The doorbell rings. I open the door, Mateo says, “Hey” and passes me without making eye contact. He heads into the living room and flops onto the sofa. He’s wearing gym shorts and a tank top.
“You just come from the gym?”
“Yeah. You just get up?”
“Yeah,” I laughed.
I sat on the sofa near him and waited for him to talk. Nothing.
“So what’s up?” I ask.
“Dude, I really just need a hundred bucks. Do you have it?”
“Yeah, I have it. What do I get in return?”
There was a pause. “You said you want me,” he said uncomfortably, avoiding eye contact. “What do you mean?”
I thought about it for a second, and decided to go for it. “I want to feel all your muscles and jerk you off. And I want to make you cum.” That seemed fair to me for a hundred bucks.
He continued looking down and there was another long pause. “But you can’t, like, suck me off or anything.”
“I won’t suck you off.”
“And I don’t have to jerk you off or anything.”
“No.”
Still another long pause.
“Okay.”
I couldn’t believe it. This was my fantasy coming true. Taking charge, I said, “Stand up and take off your clothes.”
He got up and kicked off his sneakers. Then he peeled off his tank top and slid down his gym trunks and kicked them off to the side. He stood there in his socks and jockstrap. I had seen him this naked and more so many times, but I’d never seen him this vulnerable.
I got up and stood directly in front of him.
“Flex your muscles.”
He began tentatively flexing a bicep. I just laughed. Mateo had competed in some amateur bodybuilding competitions so he knew how to do this, and he had a whole routine. This shyness was so unlike him, and kind of sweet.
“Come on, my sexy Latin stud, give me a show.”
He began going through his poses, and I started circling him. I reached out and began feeling his biceps, his shoulders, his chest, his ass… My cock made a tent in my sweat pants as I caressed the body that I had lusted after for so long. I dropped to my knees in front of him and began caressing his calves, moved to his quads, and then reached around to his glutes. As I did this, I could see that his cock was swelling, filling the front of his jockstrap. As I continued massaging his beefy butt, it grew even more. And as I slipped my hand between the cheeks of his ass and teased his hole, his cock sprang to full attention, pushing out the front of his jockstrap until almost nothing was concealed. I reached up to the waistband and began pulling the jock down, and when his cock was released it sprung free, almost hitting my nose before slapping against his abs and then coming to rest jutting straight out from his body.
There was Mateo’s glorious manhood just inches from me, pointing directly at my face. For all of his resistance he was certainly quick to get aroused. His cock was even more beautiful hard than it was soft. It was so potent and virile that I could feel the heat radiating from it. I wished now I hadn’t told him that I wouldn’t suck him. I reached up and began to jerk it, pulling the foreskin back and forth over the moist, shiny head. It was hard as a rock, and so fat that I could hardly get my hand around it.
I got back to my feet and took him by the hand, leading him back to the sofa. As we got there, I slipped off my sweat pants, freeing my own hard-on.
“Whoa, dude, you said I didn’t have to jerk you off.”
“I didn’t say I wasn’t going to jerk myself off.”
“Oh come on, dude…”
“If you want to stop now we can, but you won’t get your hundred bucks.”
He looked at me and just sighed. I sat down on the sofa, my legs spread apart and said, “Come here,” indicating the space between my legs. He sat, awkwardly perched at the edge of the sofa. I grabbed his shoulders and pulled him back until his weight was resting against me.
It was so hot having his big, powerful body pressing against mine. My cock was nestled between his ass cheeks. I could feel his heartbeat through his chest as he lay against me. I nuzzled into his neck and his hair, and inhaled his scent. He had showered at the gym, but his pheromones were totally turning me on.
I looked down at my buddy lying in my arms and his beauty made my heart ache. He had a perfectly proportioned body, muscular but not roided out or overly bulky. His cock was standing up straight, the pink head partially covered by his foreskin, but I decided to ignore it for now while I enjoyed the rest of his body. My hands glided over his shoulders and arms. I lifted his left arm and pulled his hand up to my face. There, on the inside of his forearm, was the small tattoo I had seen a thousand times, in a simple script that read “Bésame.” It was weird, but I’d never asked him about it before.
“Bésame. What does that mean?”
“It means ‘Kiss me.’”
I chuckled. His beautiful, full lips were just inches from mine and, fuck, I really wanted to kiss him. But not yet.
I slipped my hands under his arms and around his chest. I loved feeling the mounds of his pecs, and his muscles trembled a little as I grabbed two big handfuls of his chest. I lightened my grip and began to glide my hands more lightly over his torso. When I grazed his right nipple with my fingers I saw that his cock jumped. I had found his sweet spot. I lightly touched it again, and his cock spontaneously jumped up in response. Using both hands, I began to flick both of his nipples at the same time and he started a low moan, which I felt in his body before it became audible. His cock continued to twitch and throb, the head slowly pushed its way out from under the foreskin, and a drop of precum formed at the tip. With my thumbs and forefingers I pinched both of his nipples, and he cried out as his cock leapt and the drop of precum fell like a spider web to his abs. I scooped up the precum on my finger and lifted it up towards his face, but he turned away with a groan. Not wanting it to go to waste, I licked it off of my finger.
My hands traced the ridges of his six-pack and played with his belly button as they made their way down to his cock. Then I grabbed his dick with one hand and his balls with the other, and began to stroke him.
Almost immediately I could hear his breath quickening, and he began rocking against my hand, which had the added benefit of making my hard cock slide between his ass cheeks. I picked up the pace as I jerked his cock and pulled at his balls. He began moaning rhythmically, and his moans slowly became words as he said, “oh god, oh god, Oh God, OH GOD!”
I pulled my hands away. I didn’t want him to cum yet. His cock continued to twitch for a second and I was afraid I’d brought him too close, but his breathing began to slow again and I was relieved that I had stopped in time.
I spit in my hand to get some lubrication and began jerking him again, while my other hand returned to caress his muscular torso. He very soon got close again. I could feel his cock getting harder and his body tightening. He started making a guttural sound and he was just about ready to shoot when I stopped again.
“You fucker!” he said, more horny than truly angry. He grabbed his cock and started jerking it himself, but I immediately slapped it away. “What??”
“The deal was that I get to make you cum.”
He groaned and shook his head. I was right.
I continued this pattern over and over, bringing him right to the edge and then stopping before he came. He was powerless, completely at my mercy. Each time he became more helpless, more vulnerable. Finally, after I had done this ten or twelve times, he turned to me whimpering and almost crying, looked me in the eyes and begged, “Please…”
I stared at him, making him wait for my answer, and then said:
“Bésame.”
He stared at me, looking for a sign as to whether I meant it or was just fucking with him. I didn’t flinch, but I grabbed his cock again with my right hand, and his nipple with my left hand, and simply held them while I looked deep into his eyes.
He tentatively began to lean in to kiss me. I pulled back just a bit, but kept staring back, encouraging him to try again. He leaned in again and this time I let his lips reach mine.
To reward him, I began slowly stroking his cock and brushing his nipple.
His kiss became more passionate, and my stroking got faster.
His lips parted, I got still faster.
His tongue entered my mouth, I got even faster and I started pinching his nipple.
As we kissed intensely, deeply, my cock exploded between his ass cheeks, and at the same moment he started sobbing and, our mouths still locked, he shot stream after stream of cum onto his body, onto our faces, onto the sofa, and onto the wall.
Mateo’s weight slowly relaxed against my body, and we lay there with our heads pressed together. We were so close that I could smell his sweet breath as our breathing slowed back to normal and we lay there for a long time in each other’s arms.
As I slowly opened my eyes, I saw him looking back at me, with a smile on his face.
“That was the most fun I’ve ever had earning a hundred dollars.”
We both laughed.
With a mischievous smile, I said, “How would you like to make two hundred?”
The text pops up while I’m watching porn, jerking off in bed. I never hear from Mateo unless he needs something from me.
“What do u mean borrow u never have any money and u won’t pay me back”
“OK can I have $100”
“What’s in it for me”
There’s a long pause before he texts back. Whatever.
Mateo is this beautiful straight dude, a buddy of mine. He calls himself a personal trainer but he doesn’t have any clients, so that means he’s just a gym rat. He’s a big flirt and I love flirting back. He knows I’m attracted to him, but we’ve never fooled around or anything. I don’t think he’s ever fooled around with guys. I love complimenting him on his body and he loves showing it off. He usually sits around without a shirt on, and I’ve seen him totally naked a bunch of times too. He’s definitely not shy.
Mateo’s a hot Latino guy, about 6’ tall, and he has a lean muscular build. He’s got broad shoulders and a big chest, a six-pack and a sweet round ass. His skin is a dark caramel color, his hair is curly and almost black, he has these beautiful hazel green almond-shaped eyes, a prominent nose and big, full lips. I’ve never seen his dick hard, but he’s definitely a shower. He’s uncut, and it hangs halfway down his thighs, resting against his equally low-hanging balls.
I’ve told him I want to hook up with him so many times that it has become a running joke, and he teases me like crazy but I’ve never gotten the sense that he’d ever really consider it. Mateo is definitely an alpha and he doesn’t like losing control. He knows that his beauty and his body give him power and he gets off on that power.
Finally he texts back:
“Come on dude”
He knows I’ve got a good job and always have extra money. I repeat, “What’s in it for me”
The bubble with the three dots appears, so he’s writing, but nothing comes through for a long time. He must be writing a fucking novel. Finally:
“What do you want”
It couldn’t have taken him that long to write that. He must have changed his mind a bunch of times before sending it.
I answer flirtatiously:
“You”
There’s a short pause before the bubble appears again. Then it pops up, and right away his text:
“OK”
What the fuck? Maybe I wasn’t clear. I read back over the exchange:
“What’s in it for me”
“What do you want”
“You”
“OK”
Seems pretty clear. I text back:
“Come over”
He writes “I’ll be there in 15”
My dick was still hard from jerking off, though the thought of finally getting to fuck around with Mateo made it even harder. I got out of bed. It was after 11am and I hadn’t started my day yet. I jump in the shower, brush my teeth and throw on a pair of sweat pants, no underwear.
I look in the mirror. My body is pretty good too. I only go to the gym occasionally, but I ride my bike everywhere so I’m in shape. I’ve got a nice build, but nothing like Mateo’s.
The doorbell rings. I open the door, Mateo says, “Hey” and passes me without making eye contact. He heads into the living room and flops onto the sofa. He’s wearing gym shorts and a tank top.
“You just come from the gym?”
“Yeah. You just get up?”
“Yeah,” I laughed.
I sat on the sofa near him and waited for him to talk. Nothing.
“So what’s up?” I ask.
“Dude, I really just need a hundred bucks. Do you have it?”
“Yeah, I have it. What do I get in return?”
There was a pause. “You said you want me,” he said uncomfortably, avoiding eye contact. “What do you mean?”
I thought about it for a second, and decided to go for it. “I want to feel all your muscles and jerk you off. And I want to make you cum.” That seemed fair to me for a hundred bucks.
He continued looking down and there was another long pause. “But you can’t, like, suck me off or anything.”
“I won’t suck you off.”
“And I don’t have to jerk you off or anything.”
“No.”
Still another long pause.
“Okay.”
I couldn’t believe it. This was my fantasy coming true. Taking charge, I said, “Stand up and take off your clothes.”
He got up and kicked off his sneakers. Then he peeled off his tank top and slid down his gym trunks and kicked them off to the side. He stood there in his socks and jockstrap. I had seen him this naked and more so many times, but I’d never seen him this vulnerable.
I got up and stood directly in front of him.
“Flex your muscles.”
He began tentatively flexing a bicep. I just laughed. Mateo had competed in some amateur bodybuilding competitions so he knew how to do this, and he had a whole routine. This shyness was so unlike him, and kind of sweet.
“Come on, my sexy Latin stud, give me a show.”
He began going through his poses, and I started circling him. I reached out and began feeling his biceps, his shoulders, his chest, his ass… My cock made a tent in my sweat pants as I caressed the body that I had lusted after for so long. I dropped to my knees in front of him and began caressing his calves, moved to his quads, and then reached around to his glutes. As I did this, I could see that his cock was swelling, filling the front of his jockstrap. As I continued massaging his beefy butt, it grew even more. And as I slipped my hand between the cheeks of his ass and teased his hole, his cock sprang to full attention, pushing out the front of his jockstrap until almost nothing was concealed. I reached up to the waistband and began pulling the jock down, and when his cock was released it sprung free, almost hitting my nose before slapping against his abs and then coming to rest jutting straight out from his body.
There was Mateo’s glorious manhood just inches from me, pointing directly at my face. For all of his resistance he was certainly quick to get aroused. His cock was even more beautiful hard than it was soft. It was so potent and virile that I could feel the heat radiating from it. I wished now I hadn’t told him that I wouldn’t suck him. I reached up and began to jerk it, pulling the foreskin back and forth over the moist, shiny head. It was hard as a rock, and so fat that I could hardly get my hand around it.
I got back to my feet and took him by the hand, leading him back to the sofa. As we got there, I slipped off my sweat pants, freeing my own hard-on.
“Whoa, dude, you said I didn’t have to jerk you off.”
“I didn’t say I wasn’t going to jerk myself off.”
“Oh come on, dude…”
“If you want to stop now we can, but you won’t get your hundred bucks.”
He looked at me and just sighed. I sat down on the sofa, my legs spread apart and said, “Come here,” indicating the space between my legs. He sat, awkwardly perched at the edge of the sofa. I grabbed his shoulders and pulled him back until his weight was resting against me.
It was so hot having his big, powerful body pressing against mine. My cock was nestled between his ass cheeks. I could feel his heartbeat through his chest as he lay against me. I nuzzled into his neck and his hair, and inhaled his scent. He had showered at the gym, but his pheromones were totally turning me on.
I looked down at my buddy lying in my arms and his beauty made my heart ache. He had a perfectly proportioned body, muscular but not roided out or overly bulky. His cock was standing up straight, the pink head partially covered by his foreskin, but I decided to ignore it for now while I enjoyed the rest of his body. My hands glided over his shoulders and arms. I lifted his left arm and pulled his hand up to my face. There, on the inside of his forearm, was the small tattoo I had seen a thousand times, in a simple script that read “Bésame.” It was weird, but I’d never asked him about it before.
“Bésame. What does that mean?”
“It means ‘Kiss me.’”
I chuckled. His beautiful, full lips were just inches from mine and, fuck, I really wanted to kiss him. But not yet.
I slipped my hands under his arms and around his chest. I loved feeling the mounds of his pecs, and his muscles trembled a little as I grabbed two big handfuls of his chest. I lightened my grip and began to glide my hands more lightly over his torso. When I grazed his right nipple with my fingers I saw that his cock jumped. I had found his sweet spot. I lightly touched it again, and his cock spontaneously jumped up in response. Using both hands, I began to flick both of his nipples at the same time and he started a low moan, which I felt in his body before it became audible. His cock continued to twitch and throb, the head slowly pushed its way out from under the foreskin, and a drop of precum formed at the tip. With my thumbs and forefingers I pinched both of his nipples, and he cried out as his cock leapt and the drop of precum fell like a spider web to his abs. I scooped up the precum on my finger and lifted it up towards his face, but he turned away with a groan. Not wanting it to go to waste, I licked it off of my finger.
My hands traced the ridges of his six-pack and played with his belly button as they made their way down to his cock. Then I grabbed his dick with one hand and his balls with the other, and began to stroke him.
Almost immediately I could hear his breath quickening, and he began rocking against my hand, which had the added benefit of making my hard cock slide between his ass cheeks. I picked up the pace as I jerked his cock and pulled at his balls. He began moaning rhythmically, and his moans slowly became words as he said, “oh god, oh god, Oh God, OH GOD!”
I pulled my hands away. I didn’t want him to cum yet. His cock continued to twitch for a second and I was afraid I’d brought him too close, but his breathing began to slow again and I was relieved that I had stopped in time.
I spit in my hand to get some lubrication and began jerking him again, while my other hand returned to caress his muscular torso. He very soon got close again. I could feel his cock getting harder and his body tightening. He started making a guttural sound and he was just about ready to shoot when I stopped again.
“You fucker!” he said, more horny than truly angry. He grabbed his cock and started jerking it himself, but I immediately slapped it away. “What??”
“The deal was that I get to make you cum.”
He groaned and shook his head. I was right.
I continued this pattern over and over, bringing him right to the edge and then stopping before he came. He was powerless, completely at my mercy. Each time he became more helpless, more vulnerable. Finally, after I had done this ten or twelve times, he turned to me whimpering and almost crying, looked me in the eyes and begged, “Please…”
I stared at him, making him wait for my answer, and then said:
“Bésame.”
He stared at me, looking for a sign as to whether I meant it or was just fucking with him. I didn’t flinch, but I grabbed his cock again with my right hand, and his nipple with my left hand, and simply held them while I looked deep into his eyes.
He tentatively began to lean in to kiss me. I pulled back just a bit, but kept staring back, encouraging him to try again. He leaned in again and this time I let his lips reach mine.
To reward him, I began slowly stroking his cock and brushing his nipple.
His kiss became more passionate, and my stroking got faster.
His lips parted, I got still faster.
His tongue entered my mouth, I got even faster and I started pinching his nipple.
As we kissed intensely, deeply, my cock exploded between his ass cheeks, and at the same moment he started sobbing and, our mouths still locked, he shot stream after stream of cum onto his body, onto our faces, onto the sofa, and onto the wall.
Mateo’s weight slowly relaxed against my body, and we lay there with our heads pressed together. We were so close that I could smell his sweet breath as our breathing slowed back to normal and we lay there for a long time in each other’s arms.
As I slowly opened my eyes, I saw him looking back at me, with a smile on his face.
“That was the most fun I’ve ever had earning a hundred dollars.”
We both laughed.
With a mischievous smile, I said, “How would you like to make two hundred?”
