I shouldn’t be in here, shouldn’t be kneeling in front of this strange man, letting him fuck my throat. Not with all those people out there… Not when anyone could walk in at any moment.
And then I allow my mind to drift further… and I imagine him.
El diablo…. walking in on this little scene.
He’d be so angry…
That I’ve found him, after all this time. No longer a scared little boy, but the man he should’ve killed when he had the chance.
Head bobbing in front of Jonah’s waist, I get lost in sucking. In a trance, my jaw has gone numb, saliva pooling and spilling over, but I don’t care.
I’m up to full fever imagining his reaction…
Would he be confused? Maybe he didn’t expect me to be gay, and maybe that would make him angry too… But only because he likes the way it looks, and that humiliates him.
Jonah’s heavy panting and salacious whispers fade into the darkness of the room, his voice deepening. His tone changing…
“You like this dick, don’t you, baby? You like how it slips and slides down your tight throat…”
“You are so bad, pajarito… estás malo. On your knees like a dirty little thing…”
Between my legs is throbbing, wetness soaking into my underwear. My lashes flutter, and I groan around the obstruction, exhaling through my nose.
“Sucia, pajarito…Muy sucia… Look at you…”
The door is open a crack. In my mind, I see his legs…
Through the slats in the closet door…
Standing there, standingoverme… Watching.
“Mm… hambrienta, si? Hungry little putana… Swallow it down, precioso.”
I feel fingers on my face, caressing my jaw. I’m fuckingdripping…
He’s so upset that I found him…
That I grew up, and now I’m here, and I’m…sucking…
“Mmffbaby, that mouth. Suck me… keep sucking, I’m so close…”
“Youhateme, don’t you, pajarito? You’ve hated me for so long…”
The legs are before me, the tall figure towering over, with long fingers on my face. Holding me, steadying me, wiping away my tears…
Wait. No…
I’m aching, sweating beneath my clothes, all sticky inside my pants. Chasing something that doesn’t make sense.
I don’t want that…
I want tohurthim, not…
“You’re going to get me off, pajarito…”
No, I don’t… want…
“Yes you do, otherwise you wouldn’t be here… On your knees, with your mouth open, like a wicked little slut…”
