I had studied Spanish in high school and found I had a facility for it. I continued studying it over the years until I became bilingual. I later traveled extensively in Mexico. That is how I discovered this small town in north central Mexico. There was something about it that touched me, and I decided to move here. I was open about my sexuality, and was accepted by most people I came in contact with. My immediate neighbors had no problem with my being gay and we became good friends. These people were extremely poor and even though they worked hard they barely earned enough to support two people. However, as usually happens, they had kids. They had an older son, Carlos, then two daughters and two more sons, but Carlos is the one we will deal with here.

He was about twelve when I came into his life and over the next three years I got to know him well. He didn’t get along with his father, who was demanding and constantly ordered Carlos around. Carlos would talk to me about life and the things teenagers are curious about. A lot of his questions were sexual in nature. About sixteen is when he started rebelling, not only against his father, but grownups in general, and his rebellion increased as time passed. He had always been a nice-looking kid, but during this time he had developed into an outstanding presence. He was of average height, but with the body of a young man who had been doing hard work all of his life. He had pouty lips, but his face was not babyish. It was a sculpted masculine face, so his mouth gave him a distinctive look.

I don’t know where he got his genes, but he didn’t look like anyone else in his family. He had a golden tan skin color, but instead of black hair and dark eyes he had something like light brown or dark blond hair and greenish hazel eyes. But the main thing was he somehow exuded sexiness. It just seemed to be an aura around him.

By the time he was eighteen he had impregnated two girls and either didn’t recognize that or they didn’t wish him to be around, which was understandable, because he was unpleasant to be around. At least to those people who had any say in his life. He then met a young woman who was five years older with a child from a previous partnership who saw something in him besides his good looks. They paired up and she had a stabilizing effect on him. He settled into a job and appeared to be a better father than his had been.

One day a couple years later Carlos came to me for a loan. I had often loaned money to his father to carry him over to the next payday, and he’d always paid me back. I gave Carlos the equivalent of twenty dollars, but there was no payback. A few months later he came back for another loan of sixty dollars, saying he’d pay me back both of them. I decided to take a chance, and gave it to him. Again time passed with no mention of paying me back. I should be honest and say my generosity wasn’t the least bit charitable. The fact is I had been hot for his body for years. I was obsessed with the idea of his cock.

Because I felt he had taken advantage of my kindness I developed bad feelings toward him. Carlos acted as though I had done something to offend him. We basically didn’t speak to each other for several years, but since we seldom saw each other I didn’t let it bother me. When he was twenty-four he was in an automobile accident for which he was responsible. He had to pay a fine or go to jail. Amazingly he appeared at my door one night, hat in hand. That’s not to say apologetically, but held out for a donation. The simple fact was, he knew no one else who had the money he needed. I was incensed, not so much from his asking for a loan after never repaying me, but from his attitude for the past few years. I flatly refused, and for my own benefit read him the riot act, pointing out the obvious…his making no attempt to pay back any part of what he owed, his snubbing me, his general shitty attitude. And then I made him an offer.

First let me clarify a couple of things. At that time the peso was around ten to a dollar, so twenty pesos was equivalent to two dollars, five hundred to fifty dollars. But two hundred pesos went a lot farther there than twenty dollars did in the U.S. Also, of course, all of the following conversation was in Spanish.

I said, “I’ve got something you need…money. You’ve got something I want…cock. So here’s the deal. If you show me your dick, and I mean really show it to me, in fact, take a piss, I’ll give you twenty pesos.”

He pulled his head back and scowled, and I went on. “I’ll give you that and fifty more if you play with it and make it hard. Add a hundred more to that if I can touch it, give it a good feel.”

He started to speak, but I wasn’t finished. “We can keep going and add two hundred more if you jack off, and again I mean really jack off, to the climax. So we’re up to three hundred and seventy. Five hundred more if I can join in and jack you off. Now let’s get into the big money. On top of that eight hundred and seventy I’ll give you one thousand pesos to let me suck your cock, or if you prefer you can fuck my ass. Or for two thousand I’ll suck it and then when I’m ready you can fuck me. So there you are, two thousand, eight hundred and seventy pesos, all yours.”

It was clear Carlos was boiling, his fists balled in anger, but he hadn’t moved. I decided to go one step farther, seeing how close I could come to the edge without tipping over.

“Or I have one more option. Instead of those two thousand, I’ll make it five thousand if we both get naked and have the kind of sex that you might have with your wife. I want to kiss and lick your body all over, no holds barred.”

Now he was steaming. He was disgusted, contemptuous, furious all mixed together.

I said, “Tough. That’s my offer, take it or leave it. It’s sex or jail, unless you have a better offer.”

I didn’t know how much money he needed, but was sure it was less than I had offered, and also he had no chance of getting it anywhere else.

“You can start with twenty and see how far you can go until you’re satisfied, or have enough. We stop when you want to. It’s all up to you. Think about it.”

I had been sitting on the sofa and he had been standing during all of this. He still stood in the same spot, the anger showing in his eyes, but his face a mask. I sat looking at him, waiting for him to make the next move. He reached for his belt buckle, and I wondered if he was going to take a measly twenty pesos or go for the grand prize. He popped the buttons on his Levy’s, reached in the opening of his boxers and pulled out his cock. I had pictured that cock in my mind dozens of times, but none of my imaginings had done it justice. It was soft and fat, about five inches long with foreskin that came just to the end.

He had had to open his jeans from the top to get it out, but I said, “I said I want to really see it, all of it…and the balls too. In fact, come in the bathroom. I want to watch you piss.”

I got up and he silently followed me through the bedroom and into the bath. He let his jeans drop to his knees, pulled his balls out and stood at the toilet waiting for the flow to start. It took a couple of minutes, but it started and a strong stream of hot yellow piss came out in a twisted jet, splashing into the bowl. He watched the stream, avoiding my eyes. But I was concentrating on the stream too, coming out of the piss slit just visible at the opening of his foreskin. When the flow slackened and became little spurts, then drops, he shook it vigorously, more than necessary.

I said, “That’s right Carlos, play with that big cock and get it nice and hard. Let’s see how big it gets.”

I was pleasantly surprised to see how quickly it was growing. I tentatively reached out and wrapped my hand around it, gently squeezing it. Carlos watched my hand, still not saying anything.

I told him, “Come back in the bedroom and drop those shorts so you can get a better grip. Here sit on the bed. Beat that meat, Carlos. I want to see you shoot that cum.”

I was sitting beside him, and I had the feeling that my watching him gave him an incentive to go at it full force. He was bent forward, pounding it fast and hard. I thought that he was a triple blessed young man. He had a great body, a handsome face and a beautiful cock. Just watching him jacking his beautiful cock made me want to come. I remembered how he had asked me sex questions when he was a teenager, and decided he was a guy with a strong sex drive.

After several minutes I quietly said, “Remember, let me jack it and I’ll give you five hundred.”

Carlos looked at me, looking deep in my eyes.

This time I couldn’t read his thoughts, but he removed his hand and leaned back on his elbows. I took a tight grip and started jacking his cock, thinking how hot and silky it felt. I loved the way his foreskin slid up and down revealing more of the head. He didn’t seem to need any lubricant, and I liked the feel of his bare skin. I was torn between watching my hand holding his cock, and his face. He still had on a T shirt and I wished him naked, but I had to take what I could get. But from just above his knees to just below his belly button he was a vision of beauty.

I knew better than to ask him questions, so I made statements as facts. “See how good that feels. You like it, I know because I know it feels great. It feels good to me and I want to make you like it even more. I want you to come like you’ve never come before. I want to suck the cum from your balls. I want you to shoot it in my mouth and down my throat. I want to taste your cum. We’re almost there, you should tell me to suck it. Just think, a thousand pesos more just for saying ‘suck my cock’.”

For the first time he spoke, saying, “Shit. Do it. Suck it.”

I leaned forward, pushing him back, and licked my tongue across his piss hole and then into and under his foreskin, running it around and over his silky smooth cockhead. He pulled the foreskin back and I took as much of the seven inches as far down my throat as I could, until I gagged. I slowly went up and down, wanting to make this last as long as I could. I had spent so much time over all these years fantasizing about this moment. I didn’t just want to suck it. I wanted to wallow in it, I wanted to devour it, I wanted to wear it. I licked it from top to bottom, from bottom to top on all sides. I slid down and slobbered all over his ball sack and then sucked first one and then the other ball into my mouth. I returned to sucking his cock, loving sucking this piece of meat which belonged to this particular young man. But it wasn’t love, it was pure lust.

I felt him getting anxious and didn’t want him to have misgivings and stop. I started jacking his cock while sucking the head. He took over the jacking and went at it whole hog while I licked what I could and waited for the cum. It took a long two minutes, but he grabbed my head and pushed me down on it as he began to shoot, spurt after spurt of sweet/salty cum into my hungry mouth. When he had finished I didn’t want to let it go, but he pulled it out and stood up, tucking everything away quickly.

He said, “Now, give me the money.”

I got up and went to the dresser, took some bills from a drawer and perversely counted them out, saying, “Twenty for showing me your nice cock and fifty for making it good and hard, one hundred for a good feel of it and two hundred more for beating off for me, or us. What else?”

Carlos spit out, “Shithead, just give me my money.”

I chuckled, “That’s what I’m doing. I just want to make sure you’re getting what you’ve got coming to you. So the five hundred for my jacking your big cock and then the big thousand for the taste of your cum. Thanks.”

He grabbed the money with a sneer on those pouty lips, but the attitude now was more for show.

As we walked back through the living room for the front door I said, “You know Carlos, you had no reason to be mad at me. You felt guilty, that was it. But I have no hard feelings toward you. We could still be friends.”

He didn’t respond but as he opened and went out the door I said, “Oh, and Carlos,” he turned and I held up five thousand pesos fanned out, “the offer still stands if you want it.”

He grunted, turned and left. Almost every waking hour of the next few days were spent reliving those lascivious minutes. Five days later at nine pm, I was watching a TV variety program when there was a knock on the door. It was Carlos.

I happily invited him in and asked, “What’s up?”

In place of sullen or belligerent he seemed nervous and uncomfortable. I asked if he had been able to pay the fine and he said everything was OK.

Then he looked directly at me and said, “Do you still have the five thousand?”

I frowned slightly. “Do you remember what the five thousand was for? I mean really remember…in detail?”

He just nodded. I wanted to ask him what had happened, what had changed. I wondered if I was that good, if he had liked it that much. But I quickly decided I’d better not delve, but only to take advantage of my good fortune. But I also had to be realistic.

I said, “Well, we’ll see. Come on.”

I led the way into the bedroom. He sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled off his boots, stood and shucked off his jeans and pulled his T over his head. I had also stripped and we both stood on opposite sides of the bed, he in his boxers, I in my briefs. I looked lustfully at his great strong young body and then took off my briefs. He got out of his boxers and I got onto the bed. When he lay down I wasn’t sure how strongly I could start, and decided to take the wildest chance. I wrapped my arms around him, pressing our bodies together, cock to cock, and kissed him on the mouth. He didn’t respond, but he didn’t bolt.

I began licking his neck, down to his chest working his nipples, first one then the other, then slowly, bit by bit on down his flat ridged stomach, savoring every moment, every inch, every subtle taste of skin. When I arrived at his cock he was fully erect and I first kissed it all over, and then licked it before taking it into my mouth. He took in a quick breath and squirmed. I was unleashed this time and worked his cock like I’m sure it had never been worked before. His hands were by his side, gripping the sheet, making it into tight balls. As I sucked his balls and delved between his legs he released the sheet and grabbed my head, pulling it back up to his hard cock. I took it back into my mouth and he began bucking his hips and fucking his cock down my throat, gagging me time and again. I fought my way free and ran my tongue back up his body to his mouth, which he opened, forcing his tongue into mine.

I whispered in his ear, “I want you to fuck me.”

He rose up and rolled me over on my stomach in one movement. I pulled a pillow down, placing it under my pelvis, raising my butt. I reached around and found his cock and guided it to my asshole. I hadn’t greased up, but hoped my well-used ass could handle his thick cock. It took a little forcing on his part, and fortitude on mine, but in it went. He prematurely started fucking at once, but with each push it went in farther until in half a dozen strokes he was all the way in, his balls slapping mine. God, I loved the feel of his long fat cock in my ass, and the fact it was Carlos’ cock added to the pleasure immensely. I don’t know how he fucks pussy, but he fucked my ass frantically, as if he had never fucked before. He pounded me for about twenty minutes, taking only brief breaks to ‘stir the pudding’ so to speak and then back to pounding. I came. Two minutes later when he came it was with a combination of grunts, puffs, and gasps.

He lay collapsed on my back for a couple of minutes, then slowly pulled his softened cock out and rolled over onto his back with one arm covering his eyes. I got up and went in the bath, got a damp cloth and went in the bedroom to wipe his cock of his cum and my ass juices. When it was clean I leaned down, buried my face in his groin and kissed his cock. He raised his head and looked at me. I got off him and we both got up and dressed without talking. I wasn’t at all sure what was going on in his head. I went to the dresser, pulled open the drawer and took out the five thousand. When I walked over and handed it to him he looked at it like he wasn’t sure he should take it.

I said, “If you don’t want it, fine. I can always use it.”

He gave me a half smile and jammed it into his pocket.

When we got to the front door he stopped and looked at me. “Can I come back again sometime?”

I sort of shrugged and said, “Sure, but I can’t afford five thousand pesos every time. In fact that was a one-time thing, so don’t look at this as a new way to make money. That was it. But if you liked it, come back whenever you want. But tell me, are we friends again?”

He half smiled again and nodded.

Several weeks passed and I resigned myself to the idea it had been a singular event and I’d have to live with only the memory. Then Carlos came back and we had sex that could better be described as making love. Since then we’ve done it once in a great while. I don’t know what prompts him to come around, but whenever he chooses to I welcome him and it’s always great sex. We should be thankful for what we receive.