Papi (2 page)

“Brandon,” he said, “you’ll have to wait ’til I’m done. I will take care of you when I bring the key back in an hour. I got someone waiting.” Jesse spoke with far less patience than he felt toward the creepy little fuck. If they were back in his home town in Mexico, he would have taken the guy out back and beat the fuck out him, but they weren’t. Jesse needed the seedy place to do business so he could eat. There were some guys who wouldn’t fuck just anywhere. If Jesse was forced to go back to alleys and cars, he’d lose johns, and that meant losing money. He could barely afford to take care of Alicia as it was. No way she could afford to quit hooking and go to night school if he didn’t keep working. Once she got an education, maybe she could apply to get a green card or marry one of the gringos. Then she would be safe and he could worry about his own life.

The clerk shoved a metal key across the counter and Jesse grabbed it, taking his chance to leave. Throwing the key into his jeans pocket, he ignored the clerk’s stammered threat about what would happen if he didn’t come back. Jesse could feel the guy’s piggy little eyes on his ass even after the office door closed.

“Ready?” Jesse asked the man, who was leaning against the door frame drinking a Coke. It had been ages since Jesse’d had a real Mexican soda, not the crap the Americans drank, but a real one with real sugar. The guy shrugged away from the door and held out another Coke. Jesse looked at him. In the year since he’d started hooking, no one had ever treated him like a person, just a thing, a possession. He felt like a razor that needed to be thrown away after so many uses. Still looking at the Coke, he almost didn’t take it at first, wondering if it was some kind of trap or trick. It was still tightly sealed and the guy’s face was open and relaxed, not like he was hiding something. Jesse took the plastic bottle with a quiet word of thanks and led his new friend down the hall to their room.

As he closed the hotel room door behind him and locked it, Jesse felt an uncharacteristic shyness. Only he couldn’t quite find a reason for it. The same scene had played out hundreds of time before in the last year; why should the man in front of him be any different? Was it the Coke? The thoughtful gesture, no matter how insignificant it would appear to other people, had thrown him off balance.

“What’s your name?” Jesse blurted before he could stop himself. Rule number one for being a whore was “don’t make it personal.”
Why had he even asked?
Feeling a little stupid, he trained his eyes on a loose strand of carpeting. Slowly, he began to working it out of the rough stained carpet beneath his worn-out shoe. Moving his foot in small circles, he saw the strand finally starting to give way as he waited for the guy’s long-deliberated answer.

“I think,” the guy mused as he reached for Jesse and pulled the boy hard against his chest, “that I like ‘
papi’
.” The admission came in a quiet, hungry whisper.

“
Ai,
papi
,” Jesse said with a smirk, shaking off the strange initial hesitance and getting to work.

“
Ai,
miho
,” the guy said and Jesse felt his stomach turn. “
Miho
” was a name that his mother had always called him, for as long as he could remember. It was
her
name. Rather than bring that up, which might just entice the fucker to torture him with it, Jesse forced his lips onto the older man’s neck and began to kiss the sensitive skin.

“Kyle,” the guy whispered against Jesse’s ear. “My name is Kyle.”

Jesse moaned softly against Kyle’s ear for effect, taking the tender lobe between his lips and sucking. He felt the responding moan against his own neck just as he’d expected.
God, they were all the same
. Next, the guy would pull him down on the bed, want a blow job, fuck him, and it would be over. He could find another guy before it got too late and start the process all over again.

Instead, Kyle pulled Jesse’s tank top up, sliding warm and gentle fingers over his stomach.
God, this guy smells good, almost spicy but more subtle.
Not anything like the stale beer, sweat, cigarettes, or worse that he was used to
. Jesse’s breath hitched at the touch, not in his carefully practiced way, but like he had been surprised, and maybe even aroused by it. Kyle didn’t stop there; he dragged the younger man’s shirt up and over his head, forcing them apart for a few seconds. Hungry eyes swept over Jesse’s body, making him feel almost naked. Then Kyle did something that no man ever had; he lowered to his knees, pushing Jesse onto the bed as he went.

Jesse sat on the side of the bed, his nipples hard from the cool breeze of the air conditioning. Almost immediately, his left nipple was covered by the kneeling man’s hot mouth. He tried not to react too strongly, to not give the man any more power over him. Reaching back, he leaned on his palms, which tightly held the tacky tropical bedspread. Somewhere outside the thin walls of their room, Jesse could hear the faint strains of Pearl Jam, or maybe Nirvana, something old. Kyle had moved to his other nipple and Jesse could feel the strong, steady hands pulling at the button on his jeans.

Suddenly, everything stopped.

Kyle rocked back on his heels, his face a little flushed and his eyes wide. He pulled off his own shirt, tossing it into a nearby chair, but didn’t move back to the boy reclining on the bed. The older man didn’t move or speak for at least a full minute. Finally, the boy prompted him.

“Kyle?”

“I’ve never done this… sex, with a guy,” Kyle stammered and Jesse stared at him in shock, wondering why in the hell the guy would look to a hooker for such an experience. Guys didn’t always commemorate shit like that, but Jesse at least had a good experience to look back on for his first time. Well, his first time had been with a girl. Emilia was beautiful and sweet as she had lain soft and willing beneath him. He couldn’t really say as much for his first time with a guy. That particular virtue had sold for a great price, but he hated to think about it.

Jesse could give the guy a better experience than he’d had, that was for damn sure.

Jesse reached up and took Kyle’s hand, forcing it down to cover his crotch. Closing his eyes, he thought about Emilia and how fucking beautiful it had been sliding into her for the first time. That was always the best way to get him started. He ground up into the hand, feeling his cock fill against the warm steady pressure.

“You’re making me hard. Can you feel it?” Jesse asked, his voice low and breathless. As Kyle continued to stroke Jesse through his jeans, noticeably less shy, Jesse unbuttoned and unzipped them. He stopped Kyle’s hand just long enough to pull his jeans down over his thighs, letting his cock spring free, mostly hard from Kyle’s tentative caress. He usually went commando because things like underwear and belts got in the way of business.

K
YLE
stared down at the kid, not sure he wanted to go any further. Once he touched Jesse’s naked cock, it would be all over. He’d have to admit, at least to himself, that he was gay. Nobody had ever fucking turned him on like this goddamned boy. Jesse took the choice away from Kyle by putting his hand on his hard, exposed dick. It felt foreign and familiar all at the same time. He’d been jacking off since his teens, more often lately, but the feel of someone else’s cock was strange. A little shorter and thinner than his own, but just as hard and hot. He got harder as he stroked Jesse’s erection, almost like his own cock could feel it.

“
Ai, alli, papi
,” Jesse whispered and collapsed back onto his elbows, letting his head fall so that the long lines of his throat strained. Kyle wasn’t sure if the boy even realized he’d slipped into Spanish. The older man smiled and pumped faster, letting his other hand explore between Jesse’s spread legs. It occurred to Kyle that the kid could be putting on a show for his benefit and that pissed him off.
Fuck it
, he thought. He’d take what he wanted and not care about the boy’s pleasure. That was why Kyle was paying him, right?

Suddenly, the kid sat up.

“
¡Mierda! Tengo muy estupido
,” he said, though it sounded like he was talking to himself as he rubbed his hands over his face. “
He olvidado
… I forgot. Before we do this,
papi
, I need cash,” Jesse told him, the wild panic dimming a bit in his eyes. Kyle looked Jesse over, innate suspicion making him tense. Narrowing his eyes at the boy, he answered.

“Half now, half after,” Kyle said after a long calculated moment. The boy sat back, looking down at his jeans bunched around his knees, and considered. Kyle could guess that Jesse was trying to decide if half was better than nothing if he got screwed, and not just in his ass.

“Look,” Kyle said after Jesse had sat unmoving longer than Kyle’s patience would tolerate. “I’ve got no reason to trust you and you have no reason to trust me. I’m just trying to level things out, kid.” He pulled the money out of his wallet and took a few steps to drop it on an old battered dresser on the other side of the small room. He knew the kid could just grab the cash and run, but fuck, he was horny and he wanted to get on with it.

The kid sighed and then nodded, sliding off the bed and onto his knees.

“Come here,
papi
,” he said, almost too low for Kyle to hear. Surprised, the older man stepped forward and Jesse grabbed the waist band of the jeans inches from his face. Kyle sucked in a sharp breath as deft fingers unbuttoned his fly, pulling jeans and briefs to his knees in one quick but careful movement. He stood very still, feeling a zing of anticipation rather than the absurdity he might have felt in any other situation with his pants around his knees. The speed with which a hot wet mouth covered his cock almost staggered him.

“Fuck,” Kyle gasped. Looking around, he tried to find something to hold onto, or lean up against, to compensate for the faint trembling in his legs caused by adrenaline and arousal. The rushing of blood to his cock and his ears heightened the unsteady feeling. He found nothing to steady him, so he laid a hand on the boy’s shoulder instead. Kyle didn’t like the intimacy of the touch, but found he needed it.

It didn’t take long for little Jesse to bring Kyle to a full, raging erection. The boy had a confident and practiced touch, his talented mouth sliding rhythmically back and forth from base to the ridges just shy of the sensitive head. God, it was so fucking hot to watch those full pink lips dancing gracefully over his cock, stretching to take every bit of Kyle. It felt good. It felt damn good.

The supplicant boy shifted on his knees and Kyle felt one small hand wrap around the base of his erection, stroking in time with the mouth. Another hand joined in, an exciting accompaniment to the melodic pulsing rhythm of sucking and stroking, making Kyle’s heart race. Kyle spread his legs further as his balls were stroked, a delicate finger rubbing behind them as his toes curled inside his shoes. Nothing had ever felt as good as the kid’s mouth and hands.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Kyle moaned as the arrangement of lips and hands changed. He could almost see the kid’s soft pink tongue snaking out from between swollen lips to tease and massage his tender balls. Using one hand to hold Kyle’s rigid cock out of the way, Jesse used the other to rub behind them as he continued to suck. Wandering fingers came dangerously close to sliding between Kyle’s buttocks, but never quite moved that far. It shocked him to realize how much he wanted that.

Kyle’s legs shook with the effort of standing. It had never been like this, not with his hook-ups, not with old girlfriends, not even with his wife. Squeezing his eyes closed, he tried to push back the regrets and anger he felt for denying that part of himself for so long. If he hadn’t been such a pussy, he would have told his family that marrying Evelyn was a bad idea. Unfortunately, he had been young and stupid and had allowed the sham to happen. For his own comfort and dignity, he had let it continue to go on for far too long. Picking up the boy had been exactly what he’d needed.

Finally, Kyle felt like everything had fallen into place.

All at once, he started taking quick little shallow breaths. His body was starting to tighten, and a low desperate moan forced its way from his parted lips. The boy stopped abruptly, pulling back. At first Kyle thought he’d moved to avoid the jizz, but realized that he’d moved to prevent Kyle from reaching that point.

“Not yet,
papi
,” the boy told him, amusement clear in his voice. Slowly getting to his feet, Jesse pushed Kyle’s shoulder with just enough gentle pressure to turn him and get the older man to sit on the side of the sagging queen-sized bed. Trying not to think about what kinds of stains soiled the surface of the bedspread, Kyle began to lift his leg to pull off the rumpled jeans, but Jesse beat him to it. Resting a hand on the older man’s knee, he knelt again to pull at the laces of Kyle’s shoes. With unhurried but deliberate purpose, Jesse undressed Kyle, who marveled at the kid’s customer service skills. That thought nearly forced a nervous chuckle out of Kyle as Jesse stood before the naked man and toed out of his own shoes before shucking the ripped and battered jeans. Several condoms and a packet of lube were partially visible in Jesse’s hand.

Kyle got a wonderful view of the kid’s body as he crawled onto the bed past him and lay on his stomach, tousled black hair fanning across his arms as he rested his head on the pillow.

“
Cojeme, papi,
” Jesse said quietly, looking back over his shoulder. The small smile playing on his lips was fucking sexy.

“What does that mean?” Kyle asked as he moved to lay almost completely on top of the boy, his hard cock pressing against the soft skin of Jesse’s ass, rubbing insistently against the left cheek.

“It means ‘fuck me’,” the boy moaned, pushing up into Kyle’s slow grind.

Kyle hesitated, wondering for a moment if the kid really did want it, but after a very brief deliberation he decided he didn’t care. Reaching up to take the condoms and lube from Jesse’s outstretched hand, Kyle’s hand gripped the younger man’s hip to stop his motion.