The Investment Went into That Shady Twink's Ass

Chapter 48

That kid was a slimy little twink, always dragging the neighborhood's name through the mud. Any scam or hustle, you could bet: he had his fingers in it. Folks were saying he had this amazing bitcoin scheme, setting up meetings with anyone who wanted to hear how to get in and get rich — he was a con artist, obviously.

But, holy shit… what a hot con artist! A total stud, gym rat, always dressed sharp, with that salesman smile, packed with muscle and… that ass! What a fucking ass.

A delicious faggot, sly as hell, who knew exactly how to sweet-talk anyone. He was always hanging around people with money, surrounded by luxury. With me? He never gave me much play. And yeah… I never had much to offer, right? He really went for guys who could foot the bill for fancy nights out, gifts, trips.

And me… I just stayed there, watching, wanting, imagining the taste of that sweaty body after a workout, or the way he moaned when someone finally got him to shut up.

If he was a tricky bitch, I could be too. No way was I getting left behind. I shot him a message, simple and straight to the point, inviting him over to my place midweek. No competition, no witnesses. The plan was clear: get him there with his bullshit pitch and, if it worked, take him down. If he didn't want to? Fuck it, life goes on.

Message sent… and he showed up. On the day, at the agreed time, punctual as a Brit.

He came in tight shorts, showing off the bulge — that bulge I'd imagined in my mouth plenty of times. Loose shirt, but short, highlighting his shoulders and pecs… and the cologne? Fuck… that sweet, fresh scent, with his hair freshly cut, perfect as always.

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

And then the show started.

He went on about the wonders of that pyramid scheme like I was a total idiot. Explained with total confidence, throwing out ridiculous numbers, talking about amounts that could buy cars, small apartments… acting like the smartass, visionary scammer.

I just listened, holding back a laugh, keeping up the act.

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

"I'm in… all the way."

I made sure to look him right in the eyes, with a firm, confident, almost cocky vibe, like that investor who knows what he wants and goes for it.

"But I have one condition."

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

"Th-that's great…"

he stammered, kinda lost, trying to pull himself together.

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

I smirked from the side, leaning forward a bit, letting the tension build.

"But… what's your condition?"

he asked, still trying to get it together, with that slightly shaky voice.

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

"I want to fuck you. Right here and now."

I dropped it, blunt, direct, without looking away.

He was stunned. The con man's smile vanished from his face, like someone yanked the rug out from under him. And me, inside, I was just laughing, thinking: is the king of scams really gonna fall for such a simple, stupid trap like mine?

"Uh… dude… we gotta keep things separate…"

he started, trying to dodge, looking for an out.

But I didn't let him.

"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 story ended.

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

"But then… you only get…"

he let out, with a half-smile, not much conviction, like he knew he'd already lost.

"We gotta keep things separate."

And I couldn't resist. I tilted my head, with that disdainful, ironic look, and hit him with:

"If you're laughing… it's 'cause 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 he was, yeah, tempted.

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

Inside, I laughed, dry and mean:

"Fuck… this guy's gonna give me his ass just so I join the scheme? Sounds like a joke… but that's just like him to pull something like that."

And then I kissed him.

It wasn't a tender kiss, or one of conquest. It was the kiss of someone who takes, who demands. I gripped the back of his neck hard, pulling him even closer, crushing our lips, invading his mouth with my tongue, no permission asked. I nipped his lower lip lightly, tugging, drawing out that muffled moan, half-surprised, half-surrendered. His hand came up to my chest, like he wanted to push me away… but he didn't. It just stayed there, trembling a little, accepting.

As I thrust my tongue deep, I felt him melting, his body molding to mine, breathing fast, totally given over. The kiss was rough, possessive, full of that built-up tension, like I wanted to rub it in his face:

"Now you're the one in my hands, slick."

When I realized he'd given in, that he was surrendered, obeying without even noticing, I didn't waste time. I shoved the laptop aside with a quick move, sending it sliding across the table almost to the floor, 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 shoved my hand in his underwear, pulling my cock out. It was still kinda soft, relaxed, but heavy, thick, hanging to the side, with that warm heat starting to throb and the scent of my body, mixed with the moment's tension, rising in the air.

"Suck me… come on."

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

He took a deep breath, a bit hesitant, but said nothing. He leaned in slow, like he already knew what he had to do, and I felt his breath brush my skin before his mouth even touched.

And then he licked.

He started with his hot tongue, sliding from the base to the head, slow, feeling the weight, the texture, the smell. My cock started coming alive, throbbing bit by bit, as he sucked the tip, still kinda soft, taking it in carefully, like he knew the path and wanted to tease.

I groaned low, gripping the back of his neck, forcing his head closer, making him fill his mouth with it all. I felt the hot mouth enveloping, the tongue playing, pressing, pulling that lust out of me, waking me up. The wet sounds of the sucking 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, blowing with eagerness, while I just thought:

"Yeah… the king of cons is gagging on my cock… and he doesn't even realize."

With my cock fully hard now, throbbing, thick, hot, I had no more patience. I gripped the back of 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 size, but I didn't give him a break. I held firm, pushing it, feeling his throat tightening around the head of my cock, the wet heat wrapping everything.

"That's it… suck, fuck…"

I growled, pulling him even more, making him go as far as he could.

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

He started playing his tongue around the head, sliding slow, teasing, pulling a rough groan from me. Then he went down, licked 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 holding my cock at the base, rubbing the wet tip on his own cheek, like he wanted to tease even more.

I arched my hips, thrusting forward, making him swallow again, burying my cock in his throat, no mercy, feeling how tight he got every time I pushed.

The wet sucking sounds, mixed with the gags and desperate breaths, got me even harder, throbbing hard in his mouth.

"That's it…"

I whispered, pulling him more, not letting him get away.

"Swallow… don't stop…"

I yanked him up, spun him around, and put him on all fours, standing, braced on the table, ass pushed out for me, just how I wanted. His shorts were already halfway down, I just pulled the rest off, leaving him totally exposed, vulnerable, with that tight, smooth hole right there, waiting for me.

I knelt behind, grabbing both cheeks hard, and buried my face. I ran my tongue slow, licking his whole hole, feeling the heat, the salty taste of his skin mixed with the cologne he'd put on, but now blending with the scent of arousal.

He moaned low, arching more, offering, opening up.

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 dripping at the tip, while with the other I forced in another finger, stretching, prepping.

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

I pressed the head right at the entrance, and pushed 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 slowly, feeling his heat swallow me inch by inch.

He let out a muffled moan, gripping the table hard, pushing his ass back more, wanting it, but also moaning from the pain. I thrust slow, savoring every second, until I was fully buried inside him, feeling his tight, hot hole pulsing around my cock. I started fucking, first gentle, then picking up speed, hearing him moan louder.

He couldn't take much… his body shook, the moans got more desperate, and I just held on tight, pounding hard, with force.

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

I gripped his waist tight and started hammering hard, speeding up, thrusting with everything, feeling each stroke bury deep, making the twink yell, moan loud, writhing in front of me, totally given over.

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

He moaned even more, body trembling all over, and I felt it… felt when he came, messing everything up, soaking my hand with that hot, thick spurt, as he arched, surrendered, totally fucked.

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

I thrust in all the way, held firm, and came inside him, hard, deep, feeling my load shoot hot inside, pulsing, throbbing, emptying all the lust I'd held back.

We stayed like that for a few seconds, breathing heavy, him braced on the table, me still inside, feeling his body's spasms… until I pulled out slow, feeling the cum drip, slick his thighs, make a mess.

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

"So… can we sign the contract?"

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

"Nah… changed my mind."

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

"I think the one who pulled the con… was me."

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