Chapter 48

That kid was a sleazy little faggot, always dragging the neighborhood’s name through the mud. Any scam or hustle, you could bet your ass: he had his fingers in it. His buddies said he had this amazing bitcoin scheme, setting up meetings with anyone who wanted to hear how to get in and get rich — total con artist, obviously.

But, holy shit… what a hot con artist! A real slut, gym rat, always dressed sharp, toothpaste-ad smile, ripped muscles and… that ass! Fuckin’ perfect bubble butt.

A delicious little faggot, sly as hell, who knew exactly how to sweet-talk anyone. He hung around moneyed folks, surrounded by luxury. With me? He never gave me the time of day. 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 hung back, watching, wanting, imagining the taste of that sweaty body after a workout, or the way he’d moan when someone finally got him to shut up.

If he was a tricky bitch, I could play dirty too. No way I was getting left behind. I shot him a message, short and to the point, inviting him over midweek. No competition, no witnesses. The plan was clear: get him there with his bullshit pitch, and if it worked, take him down. If not? Fuck it, move on.

Message sent… and he showed up. Right 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 more than once. Loose but short shirt, highlighting his shoulders and pecs… and the cologne? Damn… that sweet, fresh scent, fresh haircut, impeccable as always.

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

Then the show started.

He raved about the wonders of that pyramid scheme like I was a total idiot. Explained with total confidence, throwing out ridiculous 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 look him dead in the eye, firm, confident, almost cocky, like that investor who knows what he wants and goes for it.

“But I have one condition.”

He choked a bit, 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 fast? You seem… to know what you want.”

I smirked from the side, leaning forward a little, 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 said it flat, direct, eyes locked.

He was stunned. The con-man 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 this simple, this stupid, like mine?

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

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

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 out, half-smiling, not really convinced, like he knew he’d lost.

“And we gotta keep things separate.”

I couldn’t resist. I tilted my head, with that dismissive, 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 and mean: “Fuck… this guy’s gonna give up his ass just so I’ll join the scheme? Sounds like a joke… but that’s just like him to pull something stupid.”

And then I kissed him.

It wasn’t a sweet kiss, or a victory kiss. 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 lightly, tugging, drawing out that muffled moan, half-surprised, half-surrendered. His hand hit my chest like he wanted to push away… but he didn’t. Just stayed there, trembling a bit, taking it.

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 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 surrendering without even knowing, 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, that warm heat starting to throb and the musky scent of my body mixing with the moment’s tension rising in the air.

“Suck me… come on.”

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

He took a deep breath, hesitant, but said nothing. He leaned in slow, like he already knew what 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 scent. My cock started waking up, throbbing bit by bit, as he sucked the tip still kinda soft, taking it in carefully, like he knew the drill and wanted to tease.

I groaned low, gripping his neck, forcing his head closer, making him fill his mouth with it all. I felt the warm mouth wrap around, tongue playing, pressing, pulling that 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 hard, while I just thought: “Yeah… the scam king is gagging on my dick… and doesn’t even see it.”

With my cock fully hard now, throbbing, thick, hot, I ran out of patience. I 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. I held tight, pushing it, feeling his throat squeeze the head of my cock, the wet heat enveloping everything.

“That’s it… suck it, fuck…”

I growled, pulling him further, 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, 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 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, made me even harder, 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, standing, braced on the table, ass arched high for me, just how I wanted. His shorts were already halfway down, I just tugged 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 in. I ran my tongue slow, licking his whole ass, feeling the heat, the salty taste of skin mixed with the cologne he’d sprayed, but now blending with the raw scent of arousal.

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

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 worked in another 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 slow, feeling him open, his hole gripping the tip, fighting to take it but yielding inch by inch.

“That’s it… take it…”

I whispered, sinking in slowly, feeling his heat swallow me centimeter by centimeter.

He let out a muffled moan, gripping the table hard, pushing his ass back, wanting more, but moaning from the sting too. I thrust in slow, savoring every second, until I was buried balls-deep, feeling his tight, hot hole pulsing around my cock. I started pumping, 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, thrusting 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 pounding hard, speeding up, slamming in with force, feeling each thrust bury deep, making the faggot yell, moan loud, writhing in front of me, totally lost.

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 louder, body trembling all over, and I felt it… felt when he came, soaking everything, drenching my hand with that hot, thick load, as he arched, surrendered, completely fucked out.

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

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

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, watching my cum leak out, slicking his thighs, messing everything up.

He turned to me, with that satisfied, sly, happy-as-hell grin, 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, that sly grin tugging at my mouth, and added, staring him down:

“I think the one who pulled the scam… was me.”

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