Chapter 47

That kid was a slimy little faggot, always dragging the neighborhood’s name through the mud. Any scam or hustle going down, you could bet your ass he had his fingers in it. Folks said he was pushing this amazing Bitcoin deal, setting up meetings with anyone who wanted in on getting rich quick — total con artist, obviously.

But, holy fuck… what a hot con artist! A total stud, gym rat, always dressed sharp, toothpaste-ad smile, ripped muscles and… that ass! What a fucking bubble butt.

A delicious little queer, sly as hell, knew exactly how to sweet-talk anyone. Always hanging around folks with cash, surrounded by luxury. Me? He never gave me the time of day. And yeah… I never had much to offer, right? He was all about guys who could foot the bill for fancy nights out, gifts, trips.

And me… I just hung back, watching, wanting, imagining the taste of that sweaty body fresh from the gym, or the way he’d moan when someone finally shut him up.

If he was a sneaky bitch, I could play dirty too. No way I was letting him get one over on me. I shot him a text, straightforward, inviting him over midweek. No competition, no witnesses. The plan was simple: get him there with his bullshit pitch, and if it worked out, take him down. If not? Fuck it, move on.

Message sent… and he showed up. Right on the day, right on time, punctual as a Swiss watch.

He rolled in wearing tight shorts that hugged his bulge — that bulge I’d fantasized about in my mouth more than once. Loose tank top, but short, showing off his shoulders and pecs… and the cologne? Damn… that sweet, fresh scent, hair fresh cut, perfect as always.

I told him to come in. Offered him a drink, he took it with that smug little grin, and we sat at the table in my living room.

And then the show started.

He raved about the wonders of that pyramid scheme like I was a total moron. Explained with total confidence, throwing out insane numbers, talking about sums that could buy cars, small apartments… acting like the big-shot visionary con man.

I just listened, holding back a laugh, keeping my cool.

When he was wrapping up that cheap act, thinking he’d hooked another sucker, I cut in:

“I’m in… all the way.”

I made sure to lock eyes with him, firm, confident, almost cocky, like that investor who knows what he wants and goes for it.

“But I have one condition.”

He choked, no hiding it. The surprise hit so hard that for a second, his narcissistic mask cracked.

“Th-that’s great…”

He stammered, thrown off, trying to pull himself together.

“So… so quick? You seem… to know what you want.”

I smirked from the corner of my mouth, leaning in a bit, letting the tension build.

“But… what’s your condition?”

He asked, still trying to regroup, voice a little shaky.

I took a deep breath, feeling like the game was mine now.

“I want to fuck you. Right here, right now.”

I dropped it blunt, direct, eyes never leaving his.

He was stunned. The con man’s grin vanished from his face, like someone yanked the rug out. And inside, I was cracking up, thinking: would the king of scams really fall for something so simple, so stupid as mine?

“Uh… dude… we gotta keep things separate…”

He started, trying to wiggle out, looking for an escape.

But I wasn’t having it.

“Listen, bro, here’s the deal: no ‘buts.’ You want my money… and I want your ass.”

I said it with that cold edge only someone in control can pull off, staring him down like I already knew how this ended.

He took a deep breath, laughed nervously, tried to haggle:

“But then… you just get…”

He let it slip with a half-smile, no real conviction, like he knew he’d lost.

“We gotta keep things separate.”

And I couldn’t resist. I tilted my head, with that disdainful, ironic look, and fired back:

“You laughed… means you want dick. That’s what they say, right?”

He dropped his gaze for a second, biting the corner of his mouth, unable to hide the flush on his face and that half-smile like yeah, he was tempted.

I grabbed him by the neck, firm, no room for doubt, and he came… soft, eyes closed, giving it all up without even realizing.

Inside, I laughed dry, mean: “Fuck… this guy’s gonna give up his ass just so I join the scheme? Sounds like a joke… but that’s him to a T.”

And then I kissed him.

It wasn’t a tender kiss, or a victory one. It was the kiss of someone taking, demanding. I gripped the back of his neck hard, pulling him closer, crushing our lips, shoving my tongue into his mouth without asking. I nipped his lower lip, tugging, drawing out that muffled moan, half-surprised, half-surrendered. His hand landed on my chest, like he wanted to push away… but he didn’t. Just stayed there, trembling a bit, accepting.

As I plunged my tongue deep, I felt him melting, his body molding to mine, breathing fast, totally given over. The kiss was rough, possessive, loaded with all that pent-up tension, like I was rubbing it in his face: “Now you’re in my hands, slick.”

When I sensed he’d given in, that he was submitting without even noticing, I didn’t waste time. I shoved the laptop aside with a quick swipe, sliding it across the table almost to the edge, and sat there, owning the space, with him between my legs, totally trapped.

No fanfare, I undid his shorts, yanking them down to his knees, and reached into his briefs, pulling my cock out. It was still half-soft, relaxed, but heavy, thick, hanging to the side, with that warm heat starting to throb and the musky scent of my body mixing with the moment’s tension filling the air.

“Suck me… come on.”

I ordered, voice low and gravelly, looking down at him while spreading my legs wider, putting it all on display, making it clear what I wanted.

He took a deep breath, hesitant, but said nothing. Leaned in slow, like he already knew the drill, and I felt his breath brush my skin before his mouth even touched.

And then he licked.

Started with his hot tongue sliding from the base to the head, slow, feeling the weight, the texture, the scent. My cock stirred to life, throbbing gradually as he sucked the tip, still softish, taking it in gently, like he knew the path and wanted to tease.

I groaned low, gripping his neck, forcing his head closer, making him fill his mouth with it all. Felt that warm mouth enveloping, tongue playing, pressing, pulling the lust out of me, waking me up. The wet slurps mixed with his panting breaths got me even harder, pulsing fast, thickening in his mouth that was now adjusting to the growing size.

I closed my eyes for a second, letting out a rough sigh, leaving him there, sucking, going at it eagerly while I just thought: “Yeah… the scam king’s gagging on my dick… and doesn’t even see it.”

With my cock fully hard now, throbbing, thick, hot, I ran out of patience. Gripped his neck harder, guiding his head forward, making him take it all at once, until he gagged.

He let out a muffled sound, struggling to adjust to the girth, but I gave no quarter. Held tight, pushing it, feeling his throat clench around the head, that wet heat wrapping everything.

“That’s it… suck it, fuck…”

I growled, pulling him in more, making him go as deep as he could.

He coughed lightly, but came right back, determined, licking hungrily, sucking with that hot, greedy mouth, giving himself over.

He started teasing the head with his tongue, circling slow, provoking, ripping a rough groan from me. Then down he went, licking the whole length, leaving a trail of spit until he reached the base, where he started sucking my balls with a hunger that made me shiver.

He sucked one, then the other, while gripping my cock at the base, rubbing the wet tip on his own cheek, like he wanted to tease even more.

I bucked my hips, thrusting forward, making him swallow again, burying my cock in his throat without mercy, feeling how tight he got every time I pushed.

The wet sucking sounds, mixed with the gags and desperate breaths, had me rock hard, throbbing hard in his mouth.

“That’s it…”

I whispered, pulling him deeper, not letting him pull away.

“Swallow… don’t stop…”

I yanked him up, spun him around, and bent him over, on all fours right there, hands on the table, ass arched high for me, just how I wanted it. His shorts were already halfway down, I just tugged the rest off, leaving him fully exposed, vulnerable, with that tight, smooth hole right there, waiting for me.

I dropped to my knees behind him, grabbing both cheeks hard, and buried my face in. Ran my tongue slow, licking his whole ass, feeling the heat, the salty taste of his skin mixed with the cologne he’d splashed on, but now blending with the raw scent of arousal.

He moaned low, arching more, offering it up, opening for me.

As I licked, no rush, I slid a finger in. First one, slow, feeling his hole clench, resist, then give.

“That’s it… open up for me…”

I murmured, pushing deeper, feeling him shudder.

I started jerking him with one hand, stroking his cock slow, already leaking at the tip, while with the other I worked in a second finger, stretching, prepping.

He moaned, grinding into my hand, opening more with every move, breaths ragged, body totally surrendered. When I felt he was ready, I stood, gripped his waist tight, and lined up my cock, hard, heavy, throbbing with need.

I pressed the head right at the entrance and pushed in slow, feeling him open, his hole gripping the tip, fighting to take it but yielding bit by bit.

“That’s it… take it…”

I whispered, sinking in gradually, feeling his heat swallow me inch by inch.

He let out a muffled moan, gripping the table hard, pushing his ass back, wanting more, but groaning with the sting too. I eased in slow, savoring every second, until I was buried balls-deep, feeling his tight, hot hole pulsing around my cock. I started thrusting, gentle at first, then picking up speed, hearing him moan louder.

He couldn’t take much… his body shook, moans getting more desperate, and I just held on tight, pounding hard, with everything I had.

The lust swept through my whole body, consuming me. I wanted to cum, needed to.

I gripped his waist firm and started slamming hard, speeding up, thrusting with force, feeling each stroke bury deep, making the little queer yell, moan loud, writhing in front of me, totally owned.

As I pounded, cock buried to the hilt, I reached for his dick and started jerking him fast, squeezing, rubbing hard, no mercy.

He moaned even louder, body trembling all over, and I felt it… felt when he came, shooting everywhere, soaking my hand with that hot, thick load, arching back, surrendered, completely fucked.

And right there, with him cumming, falling apart, I couldn’t hold back.

I thrust in deep, held tight, and unloaded inside him, hard, deep, feeling my hot cum spurting out, pulsing, throbbing, emptying all the pent-up lust I’d saved.

We stayed like that for a few seconds, breathing heavy, him slumped on the table, me still inside, feeling his body’s spasms… until I pulled out slow, watching my cum leak out, slicking his thighs, messing everything up.

He turned to me, with that satisfied, sly smile, thrilled, still catching his breath, and asked:

“So… can we sign the contract?”

I laughed, fixing my shorts, looking at him with that mocking, victorious smirk:

“Nah… changed my mind.”

I stepped back, with that sly grin tugging at my mouth, and added, staring him down:

“I think the one who got scammed… was me.”

No, wait — I think the one who pulled the scam… was me.

And I walked out of the room, leaving him there, naked, sticky, fucked… and played.